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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | The Interlude | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.3 K Warnings: None Prompt: New Friends, new adventures to come and one Halloween Party to prepare. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 16: Boogie Wonderland

The next day, you charmed your restricted section book cover, just like you had done with the spicy one, making it look like another casual spell book. You then spend most of your classes devouring its content, it was way more than the two pages you’d found on the 5th-year DADA book, although a good deal of them focused solely on how to defeat a werewolf. 

Tips on how to kill werewolves, spells against werewolves, weapons against werewolves, a particular line irked you so much –if you see a werewolf hex to kill, don’t bother incapacitating– that you were about to throw the book on the ground and cast incendio on it. But it wasn’t until about the second half of the book that it finally started to talk about its qualities. Especially with the section titled “How to spot werewolves in your daily life”. Of course, while most of the things in the book were about spotting and hurting them, you were more focused on learning which things you should never do. 

On a small piece of parchment, you started documenting everything that you had learned so far. You’d even use a codeword to refer to Remus, in case your note was misplaced or lost. 

My Knowledge on WW:

Silver burns them (throw away or alter the ring mom gave me once Puppy returns it).

Silver and Dittany could save someone after being lethally bitten by a werewolf, turning them into one regardless. 

Bites are contagious only if the werewolf bites someone in werewolf form, not outside of it (Luna could bite whoever he wants without turning them, as long as they’re in human form, maybe they’d get a bit of a raw meat affection for a couple of days, but nothing more). Why is this relevant to me?

Werewolves do not remember who they are once transformed. They can be very aggressive, and they have killed friends and loved ones in wolf form; they will remember what they did once they’re back in human form. If Luna turns into werewolf form and you’re around, turn the fuck away.

Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar. (Luna probably has a bite mark somewhere. I wonder where?) 

Werewolves rarely have children. If a werewolf has a child with another werewolf while in wolf form, they’d have a normal wolf, except they’d be beautiful and nearly as smart as a human. 

Werewolves don’t really attack animals, they seem to target exclusively Humans. 

There’s little to no medicine developed to help treat werewolves. -> Racist wizards going at it again.

They can be a little aggressive, touchy or moody as the full moon approaches. 

They have a crazy good sense of smell (even in human form apparently; maybe I’ll get to ask Luna about it someday)

THEY AREN’T ALL EVIL. 

You read through your list a couple of times, wondering if you’d missed anything from the book. But you were certain you had narrowed down the most important clues the book had. There was a section of the book that had a couple of spells to defend yourself from werewolves, but they were all incredibly aggressive attack spells, most of them to severely damage or kill the werewolf, when you finished reading you ripped the page from the book, threw it on the floor and whispered “incendio,” contemplating how the fire slowly consumed the old piece of paper. You might have not been able to burn down the entire book, but that was pleasing enough. And you had to get rid of it before anyone read through it and tried to use it on Remus, or any other good werewolves. Because no matter how many times the book tried to frame Werewolves as being inhumane, and immoral beasts, incapable of feeling remorse, you knew it was all bullshit. 

Remus was kind, gentle, and incredibly caring, he’d been the first one to approach you when you were feeling off after divinations, he’d shared chocolate with you when you were injured, he’d held you when a quaffle had been thrown your way, and he’d even taken you to his quiet spot when he thought it might help you feel better. Remus had, even in the short time you’d met him, always been there for you, and you wanted to be at least half as good of a friend as he’d been. Remus was nothing like the harrowing picture the book painted of werewolves. And while you were sure actual evil werewolves existed, you’d heard of them in the news, with wolves like Fenrir Greyback and its followers, you also knew there were evil and good wizards. It wasn’t a matter of what you were, but a matter of who you were. You’d know, your mom had told you about the hard times her mother had had with her being half fairy, the Wizarding Community just wasn’t very accepting of diversity. 

As you walked back from the courtyard where you were reading, book back in your backpack and parchment gently tucked in the book you had in your hands, you accidentally bumped into someone, and whoever you bumped into had been walking with so much force, the books you were holding fell to the ground. The boy –a Ravenclaw you hadn’t met– leaned down and helped you pick your stuff. But the page on your book had slipped and fell a little further from your grasp, he walked towards it before you even had the chance to react, and he eyed it as you gulped. Thank Merlin you’d used codenames.

“You’re into werewolves too?” He asked. 

You frowned, thinking of a quick excuse, say it was an assignment, say it’s homework, a part of you said. On 6th year? about werewolves? who would ever believe it?, responded the other. But there was something about the question that caught your attention then, “What did you say, sorry?” 

The boy turned to you, “Oh- um… I asked if you were also into werewolves…” he said, as he handed the parchment over to you. There it was: also into them. 

“Uh… yeah, I’ve been doing some research.” 

He nodded, and motioned to the paper, still in your hands “Who’s Luna?” 

You were caught off guard again “It’s a… character, from a story.” You said, making it up on the spot “I’m writing it, the story… I’m writing the story.” How on earth did I become such a shitty liar?

“Oh, that’s amazing! I’m actually really interested in them as well.” 

“You are?” 

He nodded “Yeah, I’ve been working with Professor Slughorn to develop a potion.” 

“To make them human again?” You asked with a frown. 

He shook his head “It’s… That’s impossible… But Slughorn and I think It’s possible to create one that will allow them to remember who they are while in wolf form, to reduce the risk of attacking humans.” 

“What really? That’s brilliant! I’d love to help you!” You said, almost a little too excitedly, so you cleared your throat  “I mean, it would be a really good way of getting knowledge for my story…” 

“Really?” He asked, with a smile “You’re (Y/N), right? New transfer student? Gryffindor’s new keeper?” 

You nodded “I’m afraid I don’t know your name…” 

He extended his hand, and you shook it “Damocles Belby, most people just call me Kless, I’m from 7th…” he seemed to think about the next thing before deciding to ask “Are you really as brave as they say?” 

“They say I’m brave?!” You asked, in disbelief. 

He nodded “You stood up against some nasty Slytherins in class, and they say you fly like a daredevil, or so I’ve heard…” 

“Well, I –gossip sure travels fast here– Why?” 

“I’m more of a books and potions kind of person, you see…” he started, moving one of his arms up to the back of his head, to scratch it, it looked like Kless wasn’t too eager to ask for this particular favour  “…but I really want to test out the effect of Moonflower on the potion, see if it helps. The issue is, and you might not know this but Moonflower–“ 

“–only blooms in full moon.” You finished. 

He exhaled, “Yeah, and I’ve been told that there is a chance to find them in the forbidden forest.” 

“You want me to get it for you, don’t you?” 

He nodded, “Only if it wasn’t too much trouble. And if you helped with it, I could finish the first draft of the potion in a couple of weeks and we could probably test it together, and if the position works, I could get a brilliant recommendation letter from Slughorn to study at Cauldronwell, the School of Advanced Potionry. Maybe we could even get one for you.” 

You took a deep breath, considering the situation, the forbidden forest must be forbidden for a reason, and the boys had warned you about it too. Eventually, you spoke again “If I do this, will you let me have some of the potion?” 

He looked at you, as if thinking about it, probably wondering if he should ask why you’d need the potion, but in the end, he only nodded “Deal.” 

You smiled at that, pleased with the answer he’d given you, “Pleasure to meet you Kless, I’ll see you around.” You said before waving at him and resuming your way to the common room since you’d be helping Remus and Sirius finish up the decorations for the party. But just before turning on the corner you turned your head towards him again “I’ll find you when I get it.” 

He nodded, “I’ll send you a copy of my research through owl mail.” He responded. 

Sirius and Remus were already in the common room when you arrived, you smiled and took the book with the parchment, grabbing the piece of paper and hiding it deep within one of the pockets of your backpack. While you were busy, still packing stuff inside your bag, you felt Sirius’s arms wrap around you as he hugged you from behind. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling away again, grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl next to your bag on the table and popping it into his mouth. “What were you up to?” He asked, noting you were late. 

“Sorry, got really caught up in this book.” You told him with an apologetic smile as if Sirius could actually be angry at you. You then looked around, the boys had already gotten a head start. James, who was supposed to help, was still locked up in his room, adding some final details to his Hamlet costume while Peter was in the kitchens, making sure the treats were ready for the party. 

“Marlene’s gone to get a fog potion,” Remus said, as he grabbed onto a piece of cloth neatly folded on the table, “Beth and Tom went to Hogsmeade to buy some last-minute treats.” 

You paid close attention as he started to unfold the cloth “Is that the banner Lily made?” You asked, walking closer to him, Sirius was looking at you with a smile as you moved towards his friend. 

Remus nodded and said a quick “Yeah.” Handing a corner of the cloth over, so you could help him, the two of you extended the banner together, finally opening it up. The Banner was long and, it was black with orange letters over it, and it had two Jack-o-lanterns on each side that screamed “Happy Halloween” when you looked directly at them. 

“It’s brilliant!” You said with a smile, as you helped Remus levitate it closer to the ceiling near the entrance. Sirius was busy placing the jack-o-lanterns you had carved during the week all over the common room. Once the banner was hung, you walked towards the table and pulled out a bag you’d left there a couple of classes ago. 

“What’s that?” Sirius asked, walking closer to you again, shoulders brushing against yours. You smirked, and took a skull from the inside, throwing it towards Sirius, he easily caught it and looked at it, before turning back to you. 

“You thought it would scar–“ he started, but then, out of nowhere, the skull started laughing maniacally, Sirius jumped and let it fall on the floor.

The skull said “Auch,” while you and Remus started laughing. 

“Did you see his face?” You asked him. 

“Absolutely priceless, wish I’d gotten a picture of it!” Agreed Remus. 

Sirius just looked at you both with a pout as he picked the skull back from the floor and gently placed it on the table. The skull started to laugh again and Remus silenced it with his wand “You planned this, didn’t you?” 

Remus shook his head, and you answered “We just took advantage of the opportunity to test them. Rem and I’ve been working on them for a while.” 

“Them?” He looked at the bag wearily “How many did you make?” 

“About a dozen,” Remus answered casually. You opened the bag again, and you carefully took the skulls out. You then handed them to the boys, who started to place them all over the common room, one near the sofa, one close to the fireplace, some over at the stairs, and in general, just spread out in rather inconvenient places, the kind of places that would have people jumping from their skin when they started screaming at them. Sirius decided it would be a good idea to have one floating over the fruit punch, and he placed it in the bowl before adding the fruit juice. You saw him take a bottle of rum out too, and pour about a quarter of it onto the drink.

You shook your head, a little smile playing on your lips as he did “Why not add a bit more?” you teased. 

“Sirius!” Remus admonished him. “What did we say about adding alcohol to the main beverage? Last year it was chaos!” 

“It was only a little bit,” he retorted, and then turned to you “Barely a trickle, right Statshine?” 

You nodded “Not even a quarter of a bottle.” Remus shook his head, looking at both of you disapprovingly. “Come on Rem,” you said persuasively “let’s leave it like that, you don’t want to throw out such a good punch do you.” 

“She’s right, Moons, come on,” Sirius said, now he was standing next to you, both looking at the taller boy with puppy eyes. 

Remus looked at the two, both so pretty trying to convince him to do something, he almost couldn’t think of anything else. In fact, he wasn’t sure there was anything in the world you’d ask of him that he would deny, not with that expression on your faces. He took a deep breath, trying not to focus on the fact that he had somehow developed a crush not only on his best friend (which he had been pretty aware of already) but on his girlfriend as well, “Just so you know, I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

Both you and Sirius smiled broadly, looking at each other and throwing a high-five between yourselves. “You’re the best Rem!” You told with a dashing smile and then you walked back, pulling the bag up. 

“There’s more?” Sirius asked Remus, he shrugged in response, he didn’t know. 

Slowly, you pulled out a whole skeleton from it. “What the hell?!?” Asked Remus surprised, “You didn’t tell me you also had one of those…” 

“I didn’t have it, I found it.” You told him “It was in one of the old classrooms on the 3rd floor.” 

“Is it… real?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Didn’t ask him,” you responded with a shrug while looking at the skeleton. Remus raised his eyebrows, amused at your answer. 

And a diverted smile appeared on Sirius' lips before he asked. “Did you charm it as well?”

You ginned “‘Course I did! Who do you take me for? I’ve got a whole plan for it.” 

“And where are you going to place it?” Remus asked, from next to you now as he curiously looked at the skeleton. 

You turned your body a little, shifting the weight of the skeleton onto one of your arms, and pointed at a wardrobe in the far side of the room. 

“In the closet?” The taller boy asked in disbelief “You’re going to put the skeleton in the closet?” 

“It’s a joke in and of itself,” you said with a smile “every now and then the skeleton will drop smoke or random sounds, that way guests are inclined to investigate. And then boom, the skeleton in the closet will jump out and scare the shit out of them.” 

“That’s wicked…” Said Sirius, a smirk playing on his lips “See Moony? I told you she was like us!”

“I was certain when you told me about the day of the library,” Remus said simply. 

You looked at Sirius, eyes wide in shock “You told Remus about the library?” 

“Of course I did, your Howler was genius!” Sirius responded matter-of-factly.

“Certainly,” Remus agreed. 

Right, the Howler, he told them about the Howler, not about the snoging. “It was just, a spur-of-the-moment idea?” You said, tugging in a hair behind your ear shyly as you walked towards the wardrobe with the skeleton –Steve– as you’d named him. You knew how seriously the boys took their jokes and escapades, if Sirius and Remus were complimenting you on something, they weren’t just sweet-talking you. You slowly but surely accommodated Steve inside the wardrobe and closed the doors. 

“What are we missing?” Asked Remus as he looked around the common room, trying to get a look at the big picture. 

“Marlene’s still coming with her smoke potions, right? Spooky music? Maybe…”

“Got that taken care of,” Sirius said, and waved his wand, on the corner, a small violin, a flute and what looked like a piano started playing music. 

You were surprised “where did you get those?”  

“Stole them from the music room last year,” Sirius explained “It was a dare to prove to James that Remus was way stealthier than him, even if he’s taller.” 

You nodded, a little impressed, you then heard the portrait open, Beth and Tom walked inside with bags filled with candy; from slug worms to dancing skeletons, all the Halloween theme candies from Honeydukes were there. Tom walked all the way to the table with the punch and emptied his backpack there. Beth, on the other hand, started to neatly arrange the candies she’d gotten into different vases and floating trays, she ended up also taking the stuff Tom had dumped and finished decorating the sweet’s table, as she’d prompted everyone to call it that from then on.

“You guys did a brilliant job,” Tom said as he looked around in awe, there were spider webs coming from the ceiling, shiny black and orange streamers swirling in the air, black flamed candles levitating all over the ceiling, cauldrons filled with candies. The skulls you and Remus had charmed together still lurking on certain spots, a table filled with potions, “for potion pong,”  as Beth had told you, and overall, an eerie but fun atmosphere. You had even told Moaning Myrtle and Richard Jackdaw to come over as special guests, even if you warned them not to tell any other ghosts about the party, especially Peeves, who would definitely attempt to make some kind of prank, or tell the teachers about your shenanigans. Suddenly he tilted his head. “Do hear that?” He asked. 

Beth frowned “Hear what?” 

“It’s uh… coming from…” Tom started walking towards the wardrobe. You threw a look at the boys, Sirius held your stare with his icy grey eyes, the hint of a smirk drawing on his lips. When you turned to Remus, he was also looking at you attentively, eyebrows raised, clearly looking amused. 

As you exchanged glances with the boys Tom approached the wardrobe “None of you hear it?” 

You shook your head, it wasn’t a lie, the spell only worked for one person at a time, so really, not even Beth would hear the same thing Tom did. Tom was now right in front of the closet, and he hesitantly placed his hands on the handle, like he was considering whether he should open it or leave it alone. But Tom was curious, almost too curious for his own good and in a fast pull, he opened the door. 

The skull jumped out and clang onto Tom, eyes glowing a shade of green and screaming so loud even you winced, perhaps I overdid it, you thought. Tom screeched, jumped back and ended up on the floor, fighting to get the skeleton to unwrap its bony arms off his shoulders. When he finally did it, he threw it to the side and crawled away from it while looking at it with dread. He stayed there, panting as Steve finally shut its bony jaw, the screams and shrieks slowly dying out.

Everyone started to laugh, including Beth, who had been just a little scared at the beginning. Still with his eyes open wide, Tom turned back, a slight frown on his face as he turned to Sirius “What the fuck mate?! That was bIoody horrifying, what did I ever do to you?”

Sirius raised his hands and shrugged, “That wasn’t my prank.” 

Tom’s frown deepened and he turned to Remus “It was you?” He asked again, still trying to gain his breath. Remus shook his head as a reply, there was no way it’d been James or Peter, Tom knew they’d be pretty busy today so he slowly turned his head to you, almost unsure “(Y/N)?” 

You took a deep breath, raising your shoulders, lips tightened in a line before, letting a bit of a smile appear. Guilty, you looked guilty. “I see you’ve met Steve.” 

“You gave that horrid thing a name?” You shrugged, nodding your head as an answer. He sighed “Why me?” 

“Oh, that’s on Steve, he chooses the person he calls, not me.” 

“You put a randomizer spell on it?” Remus asked then, surprised. You nodded “How? I’ve been trying to master those for a while…” he said, walking closer to the skeleton. 

“I found it on The Refined Art of Mild Hexes, it’s somewhere on the first couple of pages,” you told him, and then started waking towards Tom and helped him up “Sorry bout that,” you said, giving the curly haired boy a light pat on the back, he just stared at you, squinting his eyes in distrust, he then scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at the skeleton on the ground. 

“Looks bIoody realistic,” he said, the edges of his lips finally curling into a little smile. 

“Yeah, Remus thought the same, and asked me if it was real.”

He turned back to you, a slightly concerned expression on his face “Well… Is it?” 

“She’d got no clue,” Sirius answered for you. 

You nodded in agreement “Found it lying around in an abandoned classroom.” 

 “And you just took it? What it if was a ghost’s or something?” 

You shook your head “I asked Richie Jackdow, and he said it didn’t belong to any of the ghosts in the castle.” 

“You really have gotten accustomed to Hogwarts, haven’t you?” 

You smiled “I guess you could say I have.”

The portrait opened itself again, and Mary and Marlene came inside. Marlene carrying a tray with potions and Mary with some more treats, this time saltier stuff from the kitchen. “I brought the fruit for the punch,” she said as she walked towards the sweet’s table. 

“Great, you guys prepare that, Sly sprite,” he said turning to you “You’re helping me with this,” he said pointing to his canines, he’d asked you to turn them into fangs earlier that week, when the party was being planned, you’d both found a spell that would be useful, and had decided it’d be the one you’d use. 

“I think I left the book in my backpack,” you said as the two of you walked towards a further away table. 

“Sly sprite,” Sirius scoffed, he was standing next to Remus. 

The taller boy raises his eyebrow “You jealous?” he teased. 

“Of Tom?! No way!” 

“Why not?” Remus asked and turned to you and Tom at the table where you’d left your backpack, you had one hand on the book and the other on your wand, Tom was staring at you attentively “Tom’s handsome, maybe just as handsome as you.” 

Sirius frowned, “You’re not helping,” he added flatly. 

Remus knew very damn well you had no interest in Tom, but he was enjoying himself while looking at a jealous Sirius, thinking back of all the times he’d been jealous himself. “I’m just saying… he’s charming, comes from a wealthy family, and his curls are really nice.” 

“Remus!” Sirius whined, turning his back to look at the hazel-eyed boy instead of at you since you already had both of your hands on Tom’s face as you pulled it back to check on his canines.

“Do you know what this is for?” Asked Mary, taking a potion bottle with a golden cap. Remus shrugged.

“Must be the sugar syrup for the punch,” Beth said “I asked Peter to bring it over in the morning.” 

Mary looked at it, swirled the liquid around inside the bottle, and uncapped it. She gave it a whiff and shrugged, it certainly smelled sweet enough. She didn’t think it twice, and dumped the entirety of the contents inside the punch, then grabbed the bottle and placed it on the potions table, since it fit the aesthetic. 

Meanwhile, you and Tom were still working on his fangs, “Stop moving for fucks sake,” you complained, as Tom looked at himself in the hand mirror he took from your bag. 

“But make them longer, yeah luv?” He answered, his voice already had a little lisp from the fangs. 

“They’ve got a great length Tom, you won’t be able to eat!” 

“Food doesn’t matter, aesthetics do!” 

You sighed, “Don’t dare come whine with me if you cannot eat.” 

“I swear I won’t Sly Sprite,” he said while placing his right hand over his heart. It made you wonder: If both Sirius and Tom entered a drama contest, would they tie? Eventually, you nodded and performed the spell again, grabbing the mirror and placing it in front of Tom’s face. He smiled, checking himself out as he slid his tongue under the fangs and winched at how sharp they were. You gave him an “I told you so” look, but he just shook his head. “Aesthetics (Y/N), aesthetics!”  

You just rolled your eyes and started to stand up but he stopped you by grabbing your arm “Hold up! Man liner!”

“Man liner?” You asked with a frown. 

“Yes! Eyeliner for men, like rock stars! Would you mind doing it for me?” He then looked through the pockets and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. 

You shrugged and nodded, taking the pencil from his hand, and leaning closer to Tom’s face, “Don’t move, all right?” He nodded and you started to line his water line. Softly gliding the pencil. When you were about to finish the first eye you felt someone looming behind you. When you turned you realised it was just Sirius, and you gave him a quick smile before going to line Tom’s second eye. 

Sirius was attentively looking at you as you lined Tom’s eye, both curious at the way you did it and also pretty jealous of how close you were to the other boy. Which prompted him to walk even closer. Once you were done you smiled and pulled away from Tom “There you go Mr. Vampire.” 

“Brilliant!” He said, placing both hands on your shoulder “Thank you Sly Sprite!” 

Sirius cleared his throat from behind “Mind if I borrow my girlfriend away for a minute.” 

Tom, being as oblivious and carefree as he was, nodded with a smile “I’m actually going to go change.” 

Once Tom was gone, you turned to Sirius with a quizzical expression “What was that about?” 

Sirius, who had spoken without thinking, was taken aback by your question “I… uh— Can you line my eyes too?” He improvised.

You frowned, “What are you dressing as?” 

He was about to open his mouth, but shut it before he could speak. “What are you going to dress up as?” 

“Oh… that’s right. You haven’t guessed. You get 3 more tries,” you told him playfully, as you placed your hand on his shoulder, guiding him to sit on the same chair Tom had been in.

He sat there and looked up at you, your breath got stuck in your throat, how was it possible for a boy to be this pretty? You leaned in closer, a lot closer than you had been to Tom, which made Sirius feel a lot better already. “Look up at me, All right?” You told him softly. He did, and you swore you felt your legs wobble, but you took a deep breath and while holding his chin with one hand, you gently placed your other hand on his cheek, to stabilise it while you lined his eyes. You were a lot more careful than you’d been with Tom. Softer, taking a lot longer to drag the eye pencil under his lower lashes. You honestly enjoyed being close to Sirius, more than you’d ever dare to admit to his face, especially since it’d go straight to his head, feeding his already pretty big ego.

“Are you gonna be a mermaid?” 

“No, I’m not.” You replied and continued with your task. 

“What about a princess? You certainly fit the look.” 

“Puppy stop moving!” You reprimanded, as a blush threatened to spread on your cheeks, “And no, I’m not going to be a princess, that’s two tries out of three.” He huffed, he really wanted to win the bet “What about you? Are you gonna be a rockstar?” 

“Nope.” He responded, “3 tries for you too.” 

You leaned in a little closer, narrowing your eyes as you tried to be as accurate as possible, “Will you come as a prince? It’s also something that would suit you.” 

He shook his head “I’m letting James take the spotlight with the mediaeval clothes… You think I look like a prince?” He asked, a little smirk playing on his lips. 

You rolled your eyes, “Everyone thinks you look like a prince, Sirius.” 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you just said you think I look like a prince.” 

You playfully hit his shoulder before going to the other eye. Almost losing yourself in the frosty blue of them before focusing on your task again. Sirius was still looking at you attentively as you continued to paint his waterline. “Aren’t you gonna try and guess again?” 

“I’ve only got one try left.” 

“And you’re not planning to use it?” 

“I am… just– I want to… think it thoroughly.” 

“You know, you could just tell me whatever your wish is.” 

“It wouldn’t be the same thing,” he retorted. “You should also do Remus’ man liner since he’s going to be a pirate.” 

“I’m not sure he’d like it…” you said, a little insecure about it. 

“I think he would, we should tell him,” he said, very sure of himself. “Hey, Remus!” 

“Mmmm?” the mentioned boy asked from the sofa, where he was arranging some more cauldrons filled with treats. 

“Come over! Will ya?” 

Remus turned to the boy, gave him a look like he did not want to move, but stood up and walked up to the two of you. 

“You’re up next,” Sirius informed him.

“For what?” 

“(Y/N) is doing your manliner.” 

“If you want to…” you added. Finally separating from Sirius since you had finished, smiling at how handsome your boyfriend looked. 

“It’s for your costume.” Sirius said, “It won’t be finished without it.” He then stood up and placed Remus right on the chair in front of yours.

Remus just took a deep breath as he stared at his friend, before turning to look at you, expectantly. 

“You sure you’re ok with it?” You asked, with a little frown. There it was again, the concern and care you always seemed to show Remus, the same concern and care that had his heart fluttering from how close you were standing to him. From how close both Sirius and you were to him, in fact. 

He cleared his throat and nodded, and you leaned closer to him, grabbing his face just as carefully as you had grabbed Sirius’. His skin was a lot softer than you’d imagined, you unintentionally brushed your fingers over one of his scars, but Remus didn’t flinch, which surprised him, since he usually detested when people did it. In fact, he remembered a particular time when he was making out with a boy and he snapped at him for touching his face. 

“Look up at me Rem,” you told him softly, he complied, looking at you through his lashes, Sirius was right next to you, Remus could see his satisfied expression from the corner of his eyes. You finally leaned in, and started to glide the pencil over his lower lashes. You somehow ended up focusing on his eyes, how they had these little specks of amber tones in them, they were bigger, and somewhat softer than Sirius’, very doe-like, in fact. “Tell me if it hurts,” you added later. Remus was nothing like Sirius, the latter would make a fuzz if you pricked him on the eye accidentally. Remus, on the other hand, he’d probably endure it without even wincing. He nodded, and you had to quickly pull the eye pencil away from his face. “But don’t move!” you admonished, grabbing his face a little more sternly now. 

“M’sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What do you think (Y/N)’s costume’s gonna be?” Sirius, who was still very close to the two of you, attentively watching the way you lined Remus’ waterline, asked. He seemed pretty content, falling to notice you were standing so much closer to Remus than you had been to Tom.

“You haven’t guessed yet?” Remus asked, a diverted smile playing on his lips “That’s unfortunate for you.” 

“MOONY!” He whined, “I asked you to help me choose, not to make fun of me.” Remus shrugged. “She said she’s not gonna be a princess, or a mermaid, also not an alien, or an astronaut, from what I asked yesterday. Mmmm.. and she also said she wasn’t dressing as a superhero, though I’m sure she’d look great as Wonder Woman.” 

“Who would’ve thought Sirius would be into costumes…” you teased. Remus instantly chuckled, but it took a little longer for Sirius to understand the joke. 

“Hey! I’m not– I– I just want my prize!” 

“Well then guess by yourself, If Remus guesses for you, he gets your prize.” 

Sirius gasped “You wouldn’t.” 

“I so would,” you teased again. Then pulled back from Remus “There we go,” you smiled at your work, slowly letting your fingers glide over his skin as you pulled them away from his face, Remus really did work that man liner out.

“Damn, mate!” Sirius said as Remus stood, looking up at him “You look absolutely dashing, and you don’t even have the rest of your costume on.” 

“He’s right,” you nodded “Remus’ getting bitches tonight.” 

Remus gave you a reproachful look, but nodded, “I think everything’s pretty much handled already.” 

You saw Tom walk down from the stairs in a puffy shirt and a dark green vest. He’d brushed his curls back, only one gently falling on his forehead, he was definitely working that vampire costume. 

You approached him quickly “Tom! It’s brilliant you’re ready. Deal with everything while we go change, yeah?” 

He nodded, and then smiled mischievously. “I’ll go find the potion, I probably left it somewhere when I dropped all the candies on Beth’s Sweets Table.” 

You raised your eyebrows “Just don’t down it all in one go. Save some for the rest of us.” He winked as an answer. “Tom’s taking care of this, we can go change,” You said, turning to Remus and Sirius, who were just a couple steps behind you. 

Sirius approached Tom first, and handed the eyeliner over “Your eyeliner.” He said icily. 

“Thanks for borrowing it,” Remus added politely afterwards, feeling like he wanted to punch Sirius for being such an idiot to Tom. You clearly weren’t interested in the boy, in fact, anyone would tell him how head over heels you were for him, but he had such a thick head he dared to be jealous. Maybe it was from how much hair he had.

Tom, being Tom, just smiled, almost mischievously. “No problem, you both look smashing, by the way…” He then eyed the taller boy up and down “Remus,” he said with a nod, before walking away to the centre of the room.

You frowned slightly at the exchange, remembering Tom’s words: “You’d be surprised, most of them hide it quite well though, you wouldn’t expect it.” Would it be possible that Remus was also-

You felt a hand press to the small of your back, “let’s go, love,” Sirius said, as he pushed you up the stairs.

“Uh.. yeah sure,” you said, allowing Sirius to guide you, turning your head back towards the front. 

 “Are you gonna be a lady knight?” He asked as you walked up the spiral staircase, Remus trailing behind just a little.

You shook your head “But that would’ve been a brilliant idea!” 

“Well, you’d certainly look great in silver armour,” He replied with a little smirk. You playfully shoved him off as you rolled your eyes. 

“Will you be… a prisoner from Azkaban?” 

“I would look great in those white and blue stripes, wouldn’t I?” He teased confidently “But no… I’m not gonna be that!” 

You sighed “We both lose then. What was your wish?” 

“I’ll tell you later,” he said with a wink. Eventually, you parted ways, waving a hand as the boys walked toward their rooms while you walked to yours.  

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[evanesdust]

more than enough

written for- @sterekfests prompt: “Let it snow.” @sterekweekly word: flurry @sterekbingo (Christmas) square: scarf

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Secret Crush, There Was Only One Bed, Confessions, Getting Together, Frottage, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

...the one where Stiles and Derek were forced to hole up in a cabin during a sudden snowstorm. Of course, there was only one bed.

Fucking ogres.

Stiles grumbled under his breath as he and Derek trudged through the snow, heading back to…well, he hoped they were heading back to town, but it was dark and, at the moment, he was wholly relying on Derek's sense of direction since they were deep in the woods.

Why couldn't the evil supernatural creatures ever live somewhere conveniently located? Like a lovely suburban cul-de-sac? But no, they always had to choose the creepiest, most inaccessible places.

The snow was getting heavier by the minute, and Stiles could barely feel his toes. Seriously, it felt like they'd been walking for-fucking-ever. They had to be lost.

"We're not lost," Derek growled as if he could read Stiles's thoughts—which, who knew, with all the weird werewolf mojo, maybe he could. Plus, Derek was all evolved now or whatever. "We've only been walking for ten minutes…"

Stiles's teeth chattered and he pulled his flannel tighter around him. Christ, he’d kill for one of Isaac’s scarves right now. It was far from enough in the biting cold.

"Well, it feels like forever," Stiles retorted, his breath misting in the air. He stumbled over a hidden root, and Derek's hand shot out to steady him. A surprising warmth lingered even after he let go, and Stiles couldn't help but wish for a bit more of that werewolf heat.

His wish was granted when Derek shrugged out of his leather jacket, offering it to Stiles with a gruff, "Take it."

"But what about you?" Stiles asked, even as he grabbed the jacket and quickly slipped it on. Derek's scent was strong on the leather and embarrassingly comforting—embarrassing because Stiles thought he was doing exceptionally well hiding his crush on Derek from people who could sniff out emotions. Sometimes, he thought maybe Derek might like him too, but if he did, he was even better at hiding it than Stiles.

"I'm fine," Derek replied, his voice betraying none of the chill Stiles knew he must feel. Werewolves might run hot, but it was fucking snowing. "You need it more and besides, we're almost there."

Stiles stopped, tilting his head in confusion. It had taken at least an hour to find where the ogre had holed up—a run-down cabin camouflaged by the dense forest—and then he ran, fleeing even further into the woods. And that was before all the snow. "We're almost where?"

"To the ogre's cabin."

Was that supposed to be helpful in some way? Because Stiles didn't find it helpful in the least.

"Why are we going back to the cabin?" Nonono. Stiles wanted to go home. He wanted to crawl into bed and pass out under a mound of warm blankets.

Derek's pace didn't falter. "Because it's close. We're never going to make it back to town in this storm, so it's the safest place right now."

Reluctantly, Stiles had to agree. If they kept going in this blizzard, they'd probably turn into human popsicles. Well, he would. Derek would probably be okay.

"Fine," he huffed, quickening his pace to keep up with Derek's long strides. "But I just want it known that I'm protesting this whole plan internally."

Derek merely grunted in response, and they continued in silence for a while. The only sound was the crunch of their boots in the fresh snow and the howling wind.

As they continued on, the cabin finally came into view. Despite the circumstances, Stiles couldn't quite suppress the relief flooding through him. They made it. The warmth from Derek's jacket seeped deeper into his bones, and for a moment, he allowed himself to lean into the comfort it provided.

The door was ajar, swinging slightly in the wind, its hinges creaking with neglect.

Stiles held the jacket closer to him, pushing through the increasing snowfall. "Hopefully there's firewood."

Derek nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory alertness. "Stay close. We don't know if he set up defenses before fleeing."

They approached the cabin cautiously, the eerie creaks and groans of the wooden building making Stiles's hair stand on end, but the prospect of shelter compelled him forward. As they stepped inside, Derek immediately went to work, checking the corners of the single-room cabin for any traps the ogre might have left behind.

The place was a mess, with overturned furniture and scattered belongings—an obvious sign of a hasty departure. Stiles, however, made a beeline for the stone fireplace dominating one wall. He crouched, hands shaking from cold and adrenaline, and scraped together the charred logs and kindling remnants.

"Here," Derek said, offering a lighter he'd found on a shelf.

Stiles flicked it on and a small flame danced to life. He carefully coaxed the fire, feeding it until it crackled and roared, the warmth slowly pushing back the cold. With a sigh, he huddled closer to the hearth, moaning as he spread his fingers to soak in the heat. "Thank fuck. That feels good."

Derek watched him for a moment, something unreadable in his gaze, before turning his attention back to the room. Stiles, meanwhile, let his eyes drift closed, the heat lulling him into a sense of security.

The storm raged on outside, but it was surprisingly peaceful inside the cabin. The only sounds now were the fire's comforting pops and hisses, and the tromp of Derek's boots as he walked around the room.

When Stiles felt warm enough, he opened his eyes and found Derek stationed by the window, peering out into the snow-laden darkness.

"You should sleep," Derek said without turning, his voice carrying a commanding edge that allowed no room for argument. "I'll keep watch in case there are other threats."

"Do you think there might be?" Stiles asked, walking into the small kitchen. He was kind of hungry but doubted he should eat anything here.

"I don't know." Derek caught his gaze. "Probably not, but there's only one bed so it doesn't matter. Take it and sleep."

Well, that didn't seem fair. Especially when Derek had done most—read: all—the work fighting the ogre. Stiles could be useful, but he was only human. It was Derek's strength and werewolf senses that had really saved their hides. Plus, Stiles knew how draining it was to be constantly on high alert, which Derek had been since discovering an ogre roaming the forests surrounding the town.

"We can share," Stiles suggested; the words were out before he could consider how they sounded. "You need rest, too."

Derek's eyes narrowed, but Stiles could tell he was considering the proposal, weighing the options. After a moment, he nodded. "Fine."

Stiles knew that was as much of an agreement as he would get from Derek. Sharing a bed with Derek Hale wasn't something he'd expected to happen ever, let alone tonight, but given the circumstances, it seemed like the right thing to do. Besides, his inner voice had no qualms about the arrangement, reminding him there were worse things than being close to the person he harbored a secret crush on.

He moved toward the bed, trying his best not to seem too eager or awkward about it. Derek followed after a last check of the perimeter, his movements precise and efficient.

"Alright. How should we do this?" Stiles asked, taking off Derek's jacket, followed by his flannel. His pant legs were still pretty soaked, so he should probably take them off, but it would be weird, right?

"Pretty sure you get in the bed and sleep," Derek replied dryly, though his lips twitched as if he were fighting a smile.

Stiles stuck his tongue out like a petulant child. "I meant like with our clothes, jackass."

He gestured to his pants and then to Derek's, which were also wet from the snow. Damp clothes would make the cold seep back in, no matter how warm the fire was.

Derek rolled his eyes as if he couldn't believe they were having this conversation. "Take off whatever's wet to dry by the fire."

Stiles nodded, though his cheeks warmed with a blush that Derek, thankfully, couldn't see in the dimly lit room. He hoped. Instead of focusing on that, he stripped off his pants and hung them close to the fireplace as Derek did the same.

Without another word, they crawled into bed. It was awkward, to say the least, because the bed was small and cramped, definitely not made for two grown men. Stiles laid on his side, facing away from Derek and keeping a respectable distance while trying to share the small blanket.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Derek muttered before the bed jostled as he shifted, and the next thing Stiles knew, he was pulled back against Derek's chest.

Stiles went rigid in his arms, his heart thumping erratically against his chest. He hadn't expected the physical contact, the solid warmth of Derek's body pressing against his back, but he tried to relax. It was a practical arrangement, after all—body heat was a good thing in this cold.

"You okay?" Derek's voice was softer now, right by Stiles's ear, making him shiver. But if anyone asked, Stiles would blame it on the warmth Derek exuded instead.

"Yeah, just...wasn't expecting that," Stiles admitted, hoping his voice didn't betray the nervous excitement fluttering in his stomach. Derek's breath was steady against his neck, a grounding presence that somehow made the cabin feel smaller, more intimate.

"Your heart's beating fast," Derek said without a hint of his usual gruffness. His arm stayed in place, firm and protective, and Stiles couldn't deny the comfort that came with it.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked, trying not to focus on how good it felt to be held like that.

"Yes. Yeah, this is okay." Derek paused, and for a moment, Stiles could almost believe he heard hesitation in his voice.

"Just, you know, warn me before you go all werewolf-cuddle mode on me in the future."

Despite the gravity of their situation, Derek let out a short, unexpected chuckle—a sound Stiles filed away in his mental archive of 'rare Derek moments'.

"Will do," Derek promised, the warmth in his tone wrapping around Stiles just as securely as his arm.

Stiles wasn't sure what prompted him to say it, but the words slipped out regardless. "Does that mean this is something that could happen again?"

His heart beat rabbit-fast, waiting for Derek's answer. There was silence for a moment, long enough that Stiles thought he might not get a response. But then Derek shifted, his hold tightening just a fraction.

"Is that something you'd want?" Derek finally asked, and Stiles could hear the uncertainty mingled with something else, something that sounded suspiciously like hope.

Stiles flipped over, needing to see Derek's face. To make sure he wasn't reading into it. But Derek was looking at him with an intensity that made Stiles's breath catch in his throat.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed out, the honesty of the moment stripping away any pretense. "Yes, it's definitely something I'd want."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Derek seemed to search his face, as if he were looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But there was none to find. Stiles's gaze was earnest and unwavering, though he definitely had questions. Like how long had Derek had feelings for him? And why didn't he ever say anything?

Finally, Derek's expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual stoicism. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth—a genuine smile that lit up his features in a way that made Stiles's heart skip a beat.

"Good," Derek said simply before closing the distance between them with a slight shift, their faces just inches apart now—their noses almost brushing. It was intimate and terrifying and perfect all at once.

Stiles wondered if his feelings were written as clearly on his face as Derek's were now.

"Stiles," Derek whispered, something vulnerable in his voice that Stiles had never heard before. It made him want to close the gap, to press his lips against Derek's, and end the torture of this proximity. But he didn't want to assume. Didn't want to push Derek away with his own desperation.

"Yeah?" Stiles managed to reply, his voice barely above a breath.

"Kiss me."

So Stiles did. He closed the distance between them, fingers gingerly cupping Derek's jaw as their lips met. It was a soft, hesitant kiss at first, as if they were both still questioning the reality of the moment. But then Derek's hand slid into Stiles's hair, anchoring him, deepening the kiss with a quiet intensity that sent a surge of heat through Stiles's veins.

Stiles pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against Derek's.

"This is really happening, isn't it?" he asked, his voice laced with wonder and a hint of amazement.

Derek's response was a gentle nudge of his nose against Stiles's, a silent affirmation that yes, this was real, this was them—together in a way they hadn't been before.

And then Derek kissed him again, this time with a confidence that spread warmth through Stiles's entire body. Each move felt like staking a claim, each touch a promise of more to come. The kiss grew deeper—hungrier—as if they had all the time in the world and yet couldn't get close enough.

Stiles traced the lines of Derek's back, feeling his muscles tense and relax under his touch.

Derek growled against his mouth, rolling them over and pressing Stiles into the mattress. God, Derek felt so good above him—their bodies aligning perfectly.

"Stiles," Derek broke the kiss, his voice a gruff murmur as he looked down at him. "Are you sure? Because once we start this—"

"I've never been more sure about anything," Stiles interrupted, his words a fervent whisper. Derek's eyes held his for a moment before they softened, the last trace of hesitance melting away.

Their lips met again, the kiss now laced with the certainty of shared intent, the previous tentativeness replaced by a fervid, mutual desire. Their minimal clothing was too much, too constricting, and it was a flurry of limbs as they worked together to remove the final barriers between them.

Derek's hands roamed over Stiles's body, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Stiles arched into his touch, driven by instinct and the magnetic pull of Derek's presence.

"Tell me what you want," Derek whispered, his lips tracing the shell of Stiles's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Everything, he wanted to say. But Stiles knew that couldn't happen. They didn't have lube or condoms, and he was too impatient—too desperate—to stop and search for something that could possibly work as an alternative. Instead, he locked his legs around Derek's waist and rolled his hips, showing Derek what he needed without words.

Derek seemed to understand and responded in kind, thrusting against Stiles—a low growl vibrating from deep within his chest as their cocks rubbed together, sending a wave of pleasure through Stiles's body. Their movements became a language of their own, communicating hunger, need, and an aching sort of tenderness. The friction was both maddening and exquisite, a perfect storm of sensations that left them both gasping for air.

Stiles reached up, tangling his fingers in Derek's hair and pulling him down for another searing kiss. He lost himself to the moment. To Derek and the heat and urgency between them. Their rhythm grew more desperate, each thrust a plea for release.

Groans and bitten-off moans filled the air, along with the sound of their breaths intermingling as Stiles chased a release that was buildingbuildingbuilding. Derek's hand found Stiles's, interlacing their fingers as if to ground himself—to remind him that this was real.

As the edge approached, that sweet precipice that promised oblivion and ecstasy intertwined, Stiles panted, his voice ragged with need. "Derek."

He pressed the heels of his feet into Derek's lower back, encouraging him. Urging him on. Derek was close, he could tell. It was like an electric charge crackling in the air around them. Derek's pace quickened, his movements now driven by a primal urgency that matched Stiles's own. They were deliberate. More focused as he drove them both toward that edge.

With a few more purposeful thrusts, Stiles came, moaning Derek's name like a mantra. Derek followed soon after, giving a hoarse shout, and Stiles felt the warmth of his release spill between them.

As they collapsed together, limbs entwined, chests heaving, it was as if they were suspended in time, the only two people in existence, their connection transcendent and absolute. Or, at least, that was how Stiles felt as he melted into the mattress with Derek's face buried in the crook of his neck, nipping and sucking. Marking him. He could feel the dampness of sweat where their skin met. It was a vulnerability, a trust that Stiles had never expected to share with anyone, let alone Derek Hale.

As their breathing slowed, the silence wasn't awkward but rather full of the unsaid, the tentative beginnings of something new and infinitely precious.

Derek's voice was soft when he finally spoke. "Stiles, that was…"

"Yeah," Stiles agreed—because words were inadequate to capture the enormity of what had just happened. In the stillness, Stiles could feel Derek's heartbeat, a steady rhythm that seemed to sync with his own. He smiled to himself, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a way that felt like pure, unadulterated happiness.

He ran his fingers down Derek's back, slowly and gently, and asked his unvoiced question from earlier. "So how come you never said anything?"

Derek propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Stiles with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and fond, as if he knew the question was coming.

"Do you really have to ask? I'm not exactly great with words," he said simply, brushing a stray lock of hair from Stiles's forehead. "And maybe I wasn't ready to say it."

"But now?" Stiles prodded, his gaze locking with Derek's, searching for the answer in his eyes.

"Now, I don't want to hide that from you, or from myself. Not anymore," Derek confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want this—us."

He pressed a gentle kiss to Stiles's brow, a silent pledge. Stiles's heart swelled at the confession, knowing his own feelings mirrored Derek's in a perfect reflection.

"Good," Stiles breathed out, his fingers tracing patterns on Derek's skin, memorizing the feel of him, the reality of him. "Because I want this too—more than you know."

Derek smiled and then leaned in for another kiss, soft and sweet.

Stiles didn't know what the future held or how they would navigate the reality of this new relationship. But at the moment, he didn't need answers or plans. He had Derek here with him, and that was enough—more than enough.

#sterek #sterekfestssnow #sterekfestswinter2023 #sterekfests #sterekweeklyflurry #sterekweekly #sterekbingo #holy shit i wrote something

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hi! do u have any REALLY angsty fics where derek rejects stiles and/ or where stiles gets jealous of derek & jennifer

Sure. We love us some angst.

What are you scared of? by jamesm97

(1/1 I 489 I Teen I Sterek)

“Seriously what are you so fucking afraid of?” Stiles shouts he’s about two seconds from throwing something across the empty and desolate loft and hopefully hitting Derek right in the fucking balls.

You Don't Know Anything About Love, You're A Child. by enjoyurfuckingspaghetti

(1/1 I 776 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

Stiles gets angry that Derek is putting himself in harms way, again, and confronts him about it. When Derek asks him why he's so worried, Stiles reveals something he wasn't planning on admitting. The older alpha doesn't take it too well.

Why are you being so cold? by 3DBABE1999

(1/? I 926 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek meet, fall in love and have a Mate Bonding Ceremony.

Derek is rich. Stiles is poor.

Derek's Pack and family don't know that Derek is Mated and start trying to hook Derek up with an Emissary from another wealthy Werewolf Pack and Derek goes along with it never disclosing that he's already Mated.

Derek's family thinks Stiles is okay as a person, they even like him well enough but they think Stiles is just Derek's friend so when it comes out that Derek is actually mated to Stiles The Hale Family is furious.. Stiles is poor and while they like him okay(ish) they don't think he's good enough to be family and say that Stiles has to be after Derek's money and power as Derek is next in line to be Pack Alpha of a very powerful and wealthy Pack plus the rich CEO of a big corporation and that Stiles is probably a whore that'll cheat on him and get pregnant and try to claim the baby is Derek's. The Hales demand Derek to break his Mating Bond with Stiles and Mate and marry the emissary they're trying to set him up with. Derek doesn't defend Stiles or his Mating Bond the entire time and this hurts Stiles more than anything so Stiles leaves then later finds out he's pregnant with Derek's child.

Somewhere Else by sslovas

(1/? I 2,055 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is ready to take whatever it is they're doing to the next level, but when he confesses his love one night as they lay tangled together in the Derek's large, warm bed, he had not expected the first word out of the Alpha's mouth to be, "No."

(only when he arrives) Heartbeat Spikes by farstrangerpoetry 

(1/1 I 2,810 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is at Scott's. Derek arrives and Scott leaves. Enter history homework help, lemonade and cookies, and Lydia Martin being a goddess as usual. Sterek banter. Then comes what we're all really reading this for.

All of Me by WhiteFoxx

(3/? I 6,363 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles feels really lonely lately, with Scott hanging out with Allison all the time and his dad constantly at the station. One Saturday night, Stiles decides to go into town, to go to a club to get black out drunk. When it's late and is in need of a ride home, he calls Derek...and that's where the adventure begins.

Or where Derek is being kind of an idiot and kind of rejects Stiles after kissing him.

Wish That I Belonged by mila2

(5/? I 10,297 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles might appear to be thick-skinned: ignoring barbs, being sarcastic, joking about everything. But, in reality, he's quite anxious and sensitive. He feels rejected, unwanted, inadequate, and hurts way more than he lets on. To make matters worse, he has I-don't-want-to-think-about-it feelings for a certain sourwolf, who barely tolerates his presence and doesn't hide his contempt, making Stiles feel even worse about himself.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #angst #break up

[sergeifyodorov]

keep making aus and talking about them. please.

ohkay the 1991 werewolf iditarod is a mostly-nonserious project that i Would like to genuinely write but only am balking at because i know for a fact it would take 370 million years and be very long and difficult to give a reasonable pace to. i like my writing to be, if not fast-paced, then at least like. well paced, building to a proper ending and not meandering or spending too much time in some parts or not...

also i don't know enough about the iditarod. like im on the website reading all the stuff and thinkin about it... but i am a city slicker through and through and dont know NEARLY enough about like. survival in the bush. if you dear reader have any resources please drop em in the askbox. anyhway shtep one of this long and arduous writing journey (much like the race herself) would be RESEARCH copious amounts and amounts of it and i am IN SCHOOL right now.

reading jack london as a kid gave me real and true brainworms though i must admit... i think that was my first experience with survivalhorror walking dead be damned. of course he did very much write those two from the perspectives of the dogs but we do have Wolf Sergei in there. more below the readmore i dont want to dashclog ->

okay the general premise is that stevie y is not in fact a hockey player and is instead an adventurer... a guy with dogs. this is his rookie iditarod (but you have to be an experienced musher to run the race, so that is what he is.) somewhere at one of the early earlyyyy checkpoints he has to leave one of his dogs behind (shes hurt/not doing well enough/etc. the vets say Bud, She Can't Get Another Nine Hundred Miles In and stevie goes "yeah reasonable. gbye") so he is working a dog below.

anyway he gets into a different Situation not one checkpoint later (we're talking like. rainy pass/finger lake early shtuff) where the sled gets flipped and dented and he gets hurt, so he decides fuck it, we're holing up for a little bit. whatevs. just until i figure out sled repair, my delivery is wayyyy way ahead at mcgrath (or maybe beyond.... it's common to replace the sled at mcgrath but i don't know if stevie would!). so he's there, resting the dogs, figuring if at this rate he should just turn back. no shame in dnf-ing, always better to protect yourself than to do something stupid in the name of it.

and then a dog comes out of the forest, a blond siberian bigger than the rest of his dogs, uncanny-looking but friendly.

this dog is ofcourse one sergei fedorov; i say "werewolf" but like i don't imagine he's a werewolf in the traditional sense, more like... a land selkie. that he can take off his dog coat and become a beautiful youth. he's still russian, of course, and his english is shaky, but he is enamored of stevie (and who wouldn't be! look at him!)

anyway. long story short they fall in love and complete the race . YES there will be "it's so cold... and we're semi-snowed into this cabin... how ever will we keep warm...?" momence. NO i won't write the fic so you'll have to imagine it for yourself

#asks #HI ALEKKKK #i do need a tag for this fic tho. uh. #i guess? #bite down or let go

[moonlightdancer26]

SEVERUS SNAPE WIP:

@montrasity said:

i'm writing a severus snape centric fanfiction that's a canon divergence au which deals with severus snape as an obscurial (which was mostly stagnant throughout his earliest years because of the balance between his mother's love and his father's hatred) and it ends up manifesting during the start of his fifth year due to his mother's death (this will be the summer after the werewolf and SWM incidents (which were also main triggers in this awakening) which i pushed back to have happened in 4th instead of 5th year) and the story goes on from there.

It'll be a slytherin centric fic, with this as the character sheet:

5th years (who will later on become severus's best friends in the books):

edmund avery jr. - pureblood slytherin, suffers from a blood curse(basically leukemia for wizards)

bruce mulciber - pureblood slytherin, potential(?) love interest for severus, though i'm not set on it yet

william wilkes - half-blood slytherin, son to one of the most notorious original death eaters (although he tries to hide this by always being bubbly and happy)

aurora sinistra - pureblood ravenclaw, i read somewhere that she and severus were friends (since they were professors closest in age at hogwarts) and i decided to roll with it

charity burbage - muggleborn hufflepuff, headcannoned their friendship after the "please severus, we're friends" scene in the movies, becomes a sort of anchor for severus throughout the book, love interest with aurora

6th years (basically the mother hens of the 5th year squad, with their own diverging storylines):

narcissa black - pureblood slytherin, severus's confidant 

belladonna zabini - pureblood slytherin, heiress to the contessa of magical italy (honestly she's such a badass and we only got like one line about her character), best friends with narcissa

7th years ( also the mother hens of the 5th year squad )

lucius malfoy - pureblood slytherin, severus's pseudo father figure given who his actual father is

rupert dolohov - pureblood slytherin, the happy go lucky uncle who drinks all his problems away

andromeda black - pureblood slytherin, following her journey of breaking her family ties while keeping those she loves close

4th years (who all kind of admire severus):

regulus black - pureblood slytherin, sees severus as a brother figure due to his enstranged relationship with sirius

evan rosier - pureblood slytherin, best friends with regulus

barty crouch jr. - pureblood ravenclaw, disappointment to his father for not making it into slytherin

dorcas meadows - half-blood ravenclaw, skilled duelist due to being tutored by severus in her second year

pandora clément(lovegood) - pureblood ravenclaw, was tutored in potions by severus

1st years (who basically become severus's adopted children):

michael richards ( original character ) - muggleborn hufflepuff, a newly turned werewolf who lives in cokeworth, bitten a month after he gets his hogwarts letter

sybil trelawney - half-blood ravenclaw, seer (i know that she's probably older or closer in age with severus, but i liked the image of a fiesty 11 year old girl telling off a 15 year old severus because she's a seer and knows when he's lying lol)

other prominent characters:

petunia evans - muggle, because i think that her character is far too complex to be left at 'muggle sister who hates magic'

gavin richards ( original character )- muggle, brother to michael, potential love interest for petunia 

albus dumbledore - being the manipulative cunt that he is

voldemort - also being an A class manipulative cunt

alastor moody - head auror, part of the order

caradoc dearbone - master potioneer, vampire, part of the order

the marauders - i honestly didn't even want them in the story, but they're necessary for the later years that they join the order and their time at hogwarts after severus's awakening

lily evans - becuase i need a good angsty scene where severus and her have a heart to heart and he decides to end their friendship for the good of both of them

BASICALLY, all that razzle dazzle was for me to just ask the question of whether or not i'm doing too much with the story or whether or not the storylines don't match up or if it's confusing or if you'd read it? I just need some thoughts and opinions if you don't mind! 

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My response:

All of this sounds amazing @montrasity! I don’t think you’re doing too much, and even then; the work you’re putting into what I’m sure will turn out to be an incredible fanfic is extremely admirable. I think the storylines match up, and I’m very excited to see/read about the characters you’ve mentioned. I really enjoy the idea of Severus being an obscurial and I’m glad you will be including that in your fanfic. I think it’s worth mentioning that @ottogatto made an excellent post about the theory and providing the evidence for it: Here.

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask! And could you please inform me when you publish this fanfic? I’d really, really love to read it. Thank you very much for the submission, have a lovely day!

[Also, I apologise if I did something wrong, I’m still getting used to submissions. 😅]

#submission #severus snape #snape #pro snape #marauders era #the marauders #avery #mulciber #barty crouch jr. #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #regulus black #lily evans #harry potter #hp

[nuclearforest]

Hello phrend. 😎 2deep4me writer asks:

What's the fic you're most proud of?

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

Thank u for the ask!! Makes me very happy and lets me ramble abt stuff!

1, Honestly hard to say. Like, I'm proud of One Dog Night because it was the first thing I ever posted and like, really snowballed me into doing more and putting myself out there more. But on the other hand, Month to Love a Werewolf is the first multi-chapter piece I finished! And now Sirens' Guard Dog is on the way. I think those are my big three-- but as far as picking one goes?

It's really hard to say. I can't pick my favorite child lol.

13, Depends on if it is anon online or IRL.

Online? hell yeah i'm proud of being fully unhinged for my blorbo. almost at 350k in 2 years and like. ~300k of that is hans. my really sad sack awful blorbo who i love with all my little heart. stinky, stupid wolfman with a flair for the dramatic.

But IRL? I am a professional with a career you wouldn't catch me dead bringing up writing or fanfic in public. like, my folks asked me once over a holiday why I was on my laptop and what i was writing and i immediately had to bullshit that it was some stupid literary analysis to keep my skills sharp when, uh, it was really werewolf smut. very, very close to being busted but they aren't curious enough to press and i'm a fool not a coward.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION is when i am around those friends that are my enablers and don't care lmao. They think it's funny and it's on brand. Alternatively it's just one facet of the strange little gremlin they've let into their lives. I mean well--promise.

14, yeah. like, healthy or not i'm always out here comparing myself in both good ways and bad. some for learning new styles and tricks and broadening my horizons, but some for like. competitive purposes. and there's nothing to be competitive about but i've been in competitive schooling all my life and for a kid who grew up with little self confidence feeding on the praise of being "gifted" it really sticks with you. so there are many a conscious reminder that it's all for fun. that i shouldn't stress and that it's for me, even if some of that is a lie (i mean, come on--sometimes i'll write shit to brighten somebody's day but generally it's whatever catches my fancy).

but like, old habits die hard and i'm hungry for kudos and comments lmao. usually it doesn't get bad but if it does, i just bury my head in a different crafty pile of sand.

15, I HAVE A TIMELINE. we'll summarize it as exponential improvement and development tho lol.

nobody here will see the shit i wrote in middle school. we're talking paper journal self insert fic that i wrote chapters and chapters of (granted these were like, 100-ish words a chapter). talk about humble beginnings.

move to highschool and i have some fanfic and also a bit of OC work that I share in my school's creative writing club (bruh I STILL wasn't sharing fanfic).

in college I didn't write much. too busy under an engineering course load but i have a few things here and there. mostly fun little snippets of fluff to keep myself occupied.

but that said, now that i'm working and trying to live my best life, i've definitely gotten better in coherent plotlines, length, and fleshing out the details. i still have all the old stuff (even the paper journals, somewhere) and a decade+ later it's meteoric improvement lol. when i wrote One Dog Night that was the longest single story I'd written by a mile. and now i'm on a long chapter work i've updated weekly since i started it following an outline. i'm boggling my own mind.

but that said: i've always been creative and colorful, have not always been able to actually finish a story. funny enough, i've also never had a formal, regular beta and something tells me that won't change soon. (altho sometimes I do ask for a second set of eyes-- so thanks to y'all that have done it for me!)

can't wait to see how i keep growing!

#thanks for the ask #mun rambles

[jwnchstr]

Title: Let Me Tell You (dribbles) (episode 6)

Summary: The Alpha has a big heavy responsibility which was making sure his Pack Members was protected, his Pack Warriors strong, the Pups safe in his Territory. That also means ignoring his nature about mating even though His Omega was sitting right there. Until a plane crashed onto the Alpha's Territory, leaving a pack of human Men wandering closer and closer into his Pack House. Somewhere between the Hunt, the Alpha realises that what if he was one of those Men? What if he died and leaving His Omega think that he rejected her Mating Call instead of only keeping her safe?

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The Alpha was gone for a few nights. On the night he got back, he found his Pack Members were already at the Long Table. Dinner was ready and they were waiting for their Alpha to eat together.

Once the Alpha gave them the green light, everybody started to devour whatever in front of them. It's not a strange sight especially after the Full Moon. The mated alphas and omegas will tend to have breeding sex non-stop inside their chambers that by the time it's over, they're starving.

The Alpha was amongst them. He was gone for a few nights but not breeding some random omegas. He was tracking those Men, punishing them, warning them, threatening them with his betas. He can't stay inside the Pack House during Full Moon knowing that he could not claim and mate and breed His Omega. He knew he could not stand Her Scent.

Gosh, Her Scent. Full Moon had passed for a few days now, but he could still smell Her Scent. Even though it's not as sharp and thick during Full Moon, but he could still smell it and it's making his pants tight.

The Alpha watched as His Omega played with her soup. Her face sagged. Her lips turned upside down. Her eyes looked tired. She looked like she had lost a few pounds but she didn't look starving either. What happened?

Someone kicked her in her legs causing her to look up. Someone in front of her jerk his chin towards the Alpha. It was her mistake to turn and look at his direction because as soon as their eyes locked, she's transfixed.

She lost the grip of her spoon. It clattered onto the table then onto the floor. It was muffled by the loud chatters and laughters around the table but the people beside her turned. She smiled at them, bent down to recollect her spoon.

Without asking the Alpha's permission, she stood up and left the Long Table. People watched her, aghast because how dare she leave the table without the Alpha's permission.

But while the Alpha could only stare and wonder what's wrong with His Omega, His Second-in-Command knocked the table to get the Pack's attention. Just like that, the Kitchen returned to its original mood.

Without dismissing the dinner, the Alpha left the Long Table. Silently, but not without His Omega's knowing, he followed her to her chamber.

"Are you going to invite me?" the Alpha asked as soon as they reached Her Chamber. She was already inside, her back facing the Alpha who was standing outside her door.

"Do I have to?"

The Alpha smirked. He took a step forward, watched His Omega and entered the room. Her Scent was strong inside Her Chamber. Her Scent blanketed him like a magic blanket. He instantly felt like home, one that he never wanted to leave now that he's involved.

"Omega–"

"What do you want?" His Omega asked sternly.

"Omega?"

"Just tell me what what do you want and leave."

"What?" The Alpha raised his eyebrows.

"You've never wanted to see me before. Never even noticed me. Never announced It. Why now suddenly?"

The Alpha stared at His Omega.

"Do you even know that we're mates?"

The Alpha's heart broke knowing that His Omega had to ask such question when he knew she knew that every werewolf would know their fated mates. Even if they hadn't claimed them, they know.

"I think you should leave, Alpha. It's late. I–" His Omega sighed. Her hands and knees were shaking. "I need to be alone right now."

"Invite me to your nest."

"What?"

"You're disturbed. I can help you calm down. Invite me to your nest."

"First, I'm not disturbed. Second, I will never invite you to my nest after what you've done to me."

The Alpha growled.

"Don't you dare growl at me." His Omega bravely pointed her finger at him. "You're the one who rejected me. You never answered my Mating Call. You saw me in distress after the death of the Injured Wolf but you never comforted me. And you're the one growling?"

"I never rejected you."

His Omega gulped. "But you never accepted me either."

"No. I accepted you," the Alpha said. "But I can't approach you, Omega. We can't be like other mated alpha-omega. My job is going to put you in jeopardy."

"Why do you think I care?" His Omega was shaking uncontrollably now. "Please, Alpha, I need to be alone. The–The Full Moon was 3 days ago but I–I think my body is–and you here–"

"Let. Me. Help. You."

His Omega was crying now. "I can't let you if you're going to go back to your normal self tomorrow morning. You're going to leave me, pretend I don't exist, ignore my feelings and emotions. I can't let you do that to me."

"I won't. This time I won't. I promise."

His Omega shook her head. She doesn't want to believe him but His Scent clouded her judgement. She could not think straight.

The Alpha slowly approached her until he got His Omega backed against the wall, caging her. "Let me help you. Please," he said close enough but without touching her.

"Okay," His Omega whispered, nodding her head, defeated. Finally. "Okay, Alpha. Help me."

When His Omega looked up to him, the Alpha knew that she was gone.

#abo #mate #plane crash #werewolves #alpha omega #alpha male x omega female #mating call #moon goddess #pack

[lepusrufus]

Are you making vampires cold-blooded animals? Or are they just cold in general? Bc I think it would be sups interesting if they are actually cold blooded animals. So vi's body temperature would mimic her surroundings. Meaning she could handle extreme environments if she works up to it. Seeing as vampires are pretty durable, they can survive super cold/hot temperatures.

Also we can have a glorious scene where Jinx goes like: "Vi? Have you been cuddling with Caitlyn again?"

What are u doing for the werewolf hierarchy? Seeing you use clans instead of pack give me hope for something not alpha beta.

So this actually had me diving into a bit of a research on metabolism and all that, so buckle up fuckers for some biology modified to fit vampires.

The problem with being cold blooded is that these animals tend to be rather sluggish. And you may come at me and say "well Alex i just saw a damn lizard sprint across me back yard!" And well yeah but they're also extremely dependent on outside temperatures, as we're all well aware. A lizard being somewhere where it's too cold will just stop moving altogether, and then if it gets killed oh well. Which is definitely not the case for our vamps here.

Now warm blood also doesn't fit too well because blood has a very important role in maintaining a consistent body temperature. And vampires well... their blood doesn't really flow right. They have a pulse but it's very faint so they can't really rely on that as much as, say, a mammal would.

So to put it shortly, vampires would be somewhere in between cold and warm-blooded. Also known as mesotherms, and a good example of these are tuna orrrr *drum roll*.... dinosaurs (tho there's still research being made there). Obviously with modifications made to fit so for the love of god don't take this as actual biology lol

So they would be able to regulate body temperature but only to a certain degree. It's kept somewhat constant, albeit lower than your average human at abt 27°C, but is affected much mode drastically by changes in outside temperatures. Vi gets cold really easily because of that, and it's why the Undercity is favored by a lot if vampires sice temperatures stay pretty constant throughout the year, unlike in Piltover.

Their pulse also increases or decreases depending on how much physical activity one does at any given time, which would explain why Vi likes to be as active as she is (which would be rather hard were she fully cold blooded). A bit of a brawl gets your blood flowing and temperature rising, u know.

Their growth rate is also a bit slower than those of a mammal, which increases their lifespan. They're not immortal, but it's not uncommon to see an older vampire reach 125 years rather easily. The in-between kind of metabolism also allows them to spend less energy that would be used in keeping the body temp strictly consistent and therefore not needing as much food. Which makes sense when blood is an integral part of their diet (abt 40% -ish) and not exactly something you can find so easily.

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As for the werewolf hierarchy, oh nononono no alpha/omega/whatever. I've been slapped with too many abo fics for me to use those terms with a straight face (to each their own of course, but I personally need some eye bleach). Plus it's outdated when it comes to real life wolves soo...

The werewolves don't really have a hierarchy actually. You could say that they tend to be more social on average and seek out company, but they have a far more.... human? approach when it comes to that.

The Kirammans kind of have one but that stems from them being a clan rather than them being werewolves. It would be exactly the same were they humans. Catherine is simply referred to as "Head of the family/clan" and the rest don't really have titles, but there's definitely an unspoken accord of who answers to who. Cassandra would be second in charge, then her siblings and spouses and then the kids.

The Medardas also have a hierarchy but with the military inclination of Noxus, again that doesn't necessarily has to do with them being werewolves.

#hopefully I'm coherent lol #caitvi paranormal au #cheating the procrastination system by saying this is pretty much how they work in my werewolf cult story too #asks

[bellarkeselection]

Hi! 👋. Could you do a Klaus imagine where the Reader is living with the Mikaelsons for a long time, Reader and Klaus like each other but doesn't express it to each other, but all the other Mikaelsons know that they like each other. So Rebekah sets them up on a surprise date ( Rebekah and the Reader are best friends) . The Reader is a vampire. Thank you for writing. I love ur fics ❤❤

Hidden Expresses

Entering the Mikaelson compound I feel eyes staring at me so I glanced over my shoulder seeing Klaus eyeing me before he drank some beer from a glass. A smirk on his lips seeing me looking his direction. "Close your mouth love. You might droll on that shirt." He spoke pulling me from my gaze, as I felt my cheeks staring to turn red so I spun around so he could only see my back again. For the past few years I've been living with the Mikaelson family in New Orleans. When I was turned into a vampire by my best friend Rebekah after a werewolf bite me I soon realized I couldn't resist my feelings for a certain Mikaelson anymore.

Klaus sips from his glass watching you go upstairs to your room never looking back at him. It drives him completely mad that you didn't change when you became a vampire, all of who you used to be was there. The girl he fell in love with, hopelessly in love with. "You know you'd actually get somewhere if you stopped eyeballing her and instead told her how you felt Nik." Rebekah entered the room making him role his eyes. "It's safer if she doesn't know little sister." He replied leaving the room. Rebekah put her hands on her hips getting annoyed with the two of you. Elijah and Kol were the same way. The two of you just wouldn't admit that you like each other.

Someone knocks on my door and I called out reading the Twilight series and finding barely anything in common with real vampires in this book. Rebekah stepped in my room opening my closet and pulling out a dress. "Y/n, we're going out tonight." She tossed me the orange dress and I slowly changed into it. "Bex why are we going out exactly?" I asked as we walked down the street with the moon above our heads. After walking for a little bit we ended up out at the bayou seeing a table with food and drinks for two on it. Footsteps approach in the distance so I spun on my heels showing my fangs only to see Klaus wearing a dress shirt and pants, confusion written on his face. Why is he here. Rebekah what are you doing.

"Little sister what have you tricked us into?" He asked stepping closer towards us his blue eyes flickered from me to my best friend. "You two are being infuriating with the looks at each other. The rest of us can't take all the hidden romance. So you're going to have this date and deal with your problem or I'll shove a dagger in your back Nik." She huffed throwing her arms up before vampiing off into the woods. I tried to not stare at the hybrid before me but failed only to see him eyeing me up and down before holding out an open hand. "Shall we, Y/n." Putting my hand in his he helps me sit down then goes to his seat staring at me. "I can't believe Bex's cooked up this crazy plan. I mean like a date in the middle of the woods." I blurted out seeing him raise a brow at me. "Are you saying you wouldn't have agreed if say I'd asked you?"

Tilting my head down I feel my cheeks get red even though vampires can't really do that. "No I didn't mean it - of course I would've if you - I like you - uh." I couldn't form a damn sentence and he chuckled shacking his head with a smile. "I'm just teasing, love. I must say though I'm not annoyed by your company. It's actually rare for you be exactly the same girl you were when you were human." Taking a sip from my glass I tasted some fancy wine staring into those blue eyes. "Nik, don't laugh or call me stupid for saying this but - before I was turned I had a small crush on you and now it's grown bigger..." I slowly admitted spinning my daylight ring on my finger waiting for his response.

He gets to his feet walking over to my side of the table pulling me to my feet and at this point I expect him to laugh or run at me just confessing my feelings. But instead he cupped my face in his hands leaning down kissing me and I gasped remembering the times I would dream this would happen and now it's for real. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him back playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He tugs me forward to his chest wrapping his arms around my waist. We broke the kiss even though we didn't need air for me to see a smile on his face as he whispered resting his forehead onto mine. "I love you too, Y/n with all my heart. If you wouldn’t mind I'd like to make up for lost time." I stuttered out lightly blushing. "What about Bex she'll come looking?" He shakes his head lifting me up into his arms vamping us into an old cabin that is obandin now. "She won't find us out here and if she does I'm sure she'll be thrilled." He breaths out laying me on a bed after removing his shirt kissing me once more. My hands tangled themselves in his hair deepening the kiss thinking in my head, thank you Rebekah.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson x vampire reader #joseph morgan #rebekah mikaelson x friend reader #claire holt #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Would love to read all of those! But particularly hardy seeing lucian transform, and ellie finding out hardy is a vampire

Let's do Hardy seeing Lucian transform, and if you guys wanna request it later, I'm totally up for writing Ellie finding out about Hardy's 'condition'.

Warning: nudity, transformation

On with the fic!

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"What, exactly, is a lycan?"

The question caught Lucian by surprise. He hadn't exactly been expecting the man across the kitchen table to ask him that. Personally, he thought Alec knew what he was, he was a clever man, had been around for over a hundred years, he's bound to have ran into a were creature like himself.

But then again, Alec was also the same person who refused to look into what the hell kind of vampire he was and couldn't tell the difference between one and a human without having to rely on his nose.

They were in Alec's home, looking over crime scene information, trying to figure out if there was a pattern, an MO to things, and it was best to do this in private. Alec had informed Lucian that the walls at the Traders were... not exactly thick. He knew from experience that people could hear a lot of things, as he himself had heard, and he didn't need enhanced senses to know what was happening behind closed doors.

Lucian didn't want to know what Alec had heard during his brief time there, Lucian was well aware of what guests got up to.

"Well," Lucian set down the photo he had been looking at, a ghastly thing, "what do you think I am?"

"An annoyance."

"Charming." He huffed a laugh. "No, but really, what do you think of when you think of a lycan?"

"You." Alec said without hesitation. "Then I think of you as a werewolf, but that's not correct, is it?"

"No, it's... in the area, yes, but it's different. Werewolves do exist, but the kind that I came from, they have been extinct for quite some time. Or at least that's what I've heard, there could be small pockets, hiding out somewhere in Europe or Asia." He shook his head. "Anyway, we're different from our wolf-like brethren."

"Explain." Alec said, sitting back in his chair, arms across.

Lucian sat up in his own seat, folding his hands on the table. "Well... to start, I'm the first of my kind, literally the first lycan. I was born after my mother, who was pregnant with me, was bitten by a werewolf. She transformed with the full moon, and in doing so, carried me in her for the rest of her pregnancy..."

From there, Lucian explained the weirdness of his birth, of how it seemed that it caused a mutation where he was not human, but looked it, until the full moon, yet afterwards he didn't stay a wolf. He had gone back to being human, unlike the werewolves of his kind. Once they change, they never go back.

Alec listened quietly as Lucian explained what a lycan was, a human-like creature that could change into a wolf-beast with or without the moon, after a number of years of adapting to the change. Some are changed into lycans through bites, some are born, but none are like Lucian himself.

"So," Alec finally spoke, "are you... the strongest of your kind?"

"No, I think that my friend Raze was, he could do more damage than I ever could. Then again, he had been a very strong human before I changed him, so... hm. I am the oldest though, and the one in the best control of myself, you'd be surprised how often I had to go months without changing, it's annoying, but it's doable."

Alec looked at him before getting up, going to the fridge. He pulled out a blood bag, good to know he's at least drinking some. Ellie had informed Lucian to keep an eye on Alec when around him, making sure he drank some or took his pills.

As he prepared a mug of blood in the microwave, he looked over at Lucian. "So, you can change at any time?"

"If I wish to, yes. Personally, I try to keep it more for battle, or during full moons when I can just run and hunt, give into my basic instincts."

"I see." He put the mug into the microwave before slipping the half-filled bag back into the fridge. "Can you change right now?"

Lucian raised an eyebrow. "You want to see it?"

"I'm curious. I don't know if I've ever met a lycan before, I tend to avoid any and all supernatural creatures, but yeah, let me see."

Lucian blinked, eyes changing to milky blue. He watched Alec's expression change, a small twitch in his jaw, his eyes widening a fraction. He had seen this before, but it always seems to catch people off-guard.

"Ah, fair warning, I do have to be naked for this." Lucian warned, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Seems... inconvenient in the heat of battle." Alec said, turning when the microwave dinged.

"Well, we just let out clothes get torn to shreds when that happens, no need to worry about clothes when you're being attacked." Lucian chuckled, setting the shirt aside before removing his necklace.

He turned, feeling eyes on him as he started to undo his belt. He wasn't ashamed of being seen naked, he's done this for centuries, in front of many people, but then again, they were lycans. This was Alec Hardy, who got flustered when people told him he was attractive, or called him a dilf on one occasion.

(Lucian had to ask Daisy what that was, she wouldn't stop laughing for a few minutes.)

Those calculating eyes were burning a hole into Lucian as he changed, so he had to appreciate that the vampire wasn't looking away. Well, until Lucian glanced over, watching as Alec turned his head sharply, the fresh blood seeming to have gone right up to his face.

Lucian chuckled and finished setting aside the rest of his clothes. "Alright, now, it's not... exactly a pretty sight."

"I'm a detective, you'd be surprised of what horrors I've seen." Alec replied, busy taking a long drink from his mug, trying not to look at Lucian when he turned to face him.

"Well, this is a bit different from that." Lucian warned before letting out a small growl, feeling his teeth change, his fingers getting longer, clawed. There was the familiar feeling of change in him, of his body morphing itself into what it should look like more often.

As he changed, he could see Alec staring at him, his face clearly showing he was disturbed as he watched, but almost... fascinated?

When it was over, Lucian was looming over him, breathing through his teeth, staring down at the detective who was looking at him with wide eyes. He set down his mug, his hands shaking as he did this, before he reached out. He touched Lucian's chest, feeling the leathery skin and wiry hair.

"Fuck..." He said quietly, looking him over. "You're bloody huge like this."

Lucian let out a laugh, though it didn't sound much like one. He let Alec walk around him, studying him. "You don't have a tail." He heard Alec comment from behind him.

"Hard to believe that vampires tried to keep you as their slaves, when you look like you could tear my head off with ease like a fucking bear." He frowned, looking at Lucian's hands.

Lucian made a sound and tapped at his neckline, showing where there were little markings, small scars that appeared like they were burnt into his skin. Then he started to shift back, gasping when everything was set in place. He rolled his head, hearing his neck crack and that felt good.

He was looking at Alec at a closer eye level now. "They made us submissive with silver collars." He spoke. "Try to transform, you got pierced, not a pleasant experience."

"Oh, I understand." Alec said, eyes on the scars, unconsciously touching a few, before he seemed to snap out of it, pulling back his hand. He coughed, grabbed his blood, and took a long drink. "Right, yeah, you're going to get dressed or just continue working like this?"

Lucian chuckled. "I'm comfortable either way."

"This is my kitchen, I'd really rather you get dressed again..."

--

Lucian is a flirt, Hardy doesn't understand that he's a bit parched.

#the vardy au #lucian x alec hardy #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[peninkwrites]

Hey there! For the ask game: 28, 36, and 40? :D -honeyblockm

Hello! :D

28. Who is the most delightful character you've ever written? Why?

PONK! Ponk <3 Ponk!!! I just love the way they talk and their character and how strong they are and compassionate but also refuse to take any shit from anyone and their moral philosophy is fascinating and just. My beloved.

alternatively: my OC Romy. Who is a roughly charming punk butch lesbian werewolf hunter who grew up in a cult in Paris. She hates cops and loves women. Her vibe is "fight or flirt" and the secret third option of "adopt miserable bisexual men and drag them on an emotional journey with a witty quip and mischievous charm" Had to put her in here somewhere <3 (Yes she is everything I want to be, why do you ask)

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

oh my god I don't know anything ever. Okay, but if we're being genuine here– I love using fics for philosophical thought exercises. I'm an English Major, Philosophy Minor, and I use those two skills Purely for fanfiction. Whether it's the ethics of torture or what we as humans stay alive for, I love to think about that stuff! In my main teen wolf fic Isaac chose to mercy-kill people, only choosing to rescue someone when it was someone he knew personally. He sure struggled with that one morally lmao. Or like, the idea of recognizing the self in the other! In Is your blood as red as this? Dream being tortured is portrayed as horrifying to Tommy, someone Dream himself tortured, but "getting even" is not what Tommy believes in and Quackity doesn't understand that. Even Dream in that fic being troubled by Tommy recognizing his exile in Dream's condition, whether that made him question his choices, I doubt it, but I'm sure Dream thought about that for a While. Until Quackity gave him something else to think about aha. And ofc I fucking love working with Ponk's thoughts on trust, karma, justice, forgiveness, etc etc etc. There's more recent stuff in TDDD questioning things like: If death is meaningless, is life meaningless too? What does it mean if you only stay alive because you know about a bad afterlife? Is suicide wrong if death doesn't mean anything anymore? Is it okay to abandon someone if they abandoned you first? What does it mean to be a god? Why do we stay alive? Is staying alive about the world, or is it about us? And those are always fun.

The only other thing I can think of is like, I guess minecraft mechanics?? even though I tend to fiddle them around to suit what I want. Other things I haven't already known but have researched for fics, like France or how bodies decay. Fun stuff like that.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I have spent the last hour manifesting a Tommy poem I've had rattling around my notes app for weeks. Thank you for making me manifest it.

#thank you! :D #ask games #honeyblockm

[notbecauseofvictories]

Hi Sarah! My friend and I are starting a bookclub (as much as you can with two people who aren't pressed for deadlines) and I was wondering if you have any recommendations? (That is if you have time to rec anything!) We're starting off with Deathless and have Fitzgerald next in line somewhere but I def want to try to expand the genres we read and tbh from years of following you, I trust your judgement

I don’t...like giving recommendations? At least not directly, it seems like too much opportunity for getting it wrong. Everybody has their own tastes, after all, and even the best of friends don’t necessarily vibe with what you vibe with. (I’ve experienced this with multiple friends, so I know what I’m talking about.) Truly, one of the reasons that my whole “I’m going to get back into reading for pleasure!” push has been so successful is that I only bother with books that interest me, and stop reading when they fail to catch my attention.

But I’ve now read at least 60 books in 2020, which is approximately 60 more than I’ve read in the years prior, so I’m happy to share that. Below is my list of recent reads, beginning to end, along with a very short review---I keep this list in the notes app on my phone, so they have to be. Where I’ve talked about a book in a post, I’ve tried to link to it. 

Peruse, and if something catches your interest I hope you enjoy!

2020 Reading List

Crazy Rich Asians series, Kevin Kwan (here)

Blackwater, Michael McDowell (here; pulpy horror and southern gothic in one novel; come for the monster but stay for the family drama.)

Fire and Hemlock, Diane Wynne Jones (here; weird and thoughtful, in ways I’m still thinking about)

The Secret History, Donna Tartt

Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn (here; loved it! I can see why people glommed onto it)

Swamplandia!, Karen Russell (unfinished, I could not get past the first paragraph; just....no.)

Rules of Scoundrels series, Sarah MacLean (an enjoyable romp through classic romancelandia, though if you read through 4 back to back you realize that MacLean really only writes 1 type of relationship and 1 type of sexual encounter, though I do appreciate insisting that the hero go down first.)

The Bear and the Nightingale, Katherine Arden (here)

Dread Nation, Justine Ireland (great, put it with Stealing Thunder in terms of fun YA fantasy that makes everything less white and Eurocentric)

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (VERY good. haunting good.)

Tell My Horse, Zora Neale Hurston (I read an interesting critique of Hurston that said she stripped a lot of the radicalism out of black stories - these might be an example, or counterexample. I haven't decided yet.)

The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society, T. Kingfisher (fun!)

St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell (some of these short stories are wonderful; however, Swamplandia's inspiration is still unreadable, which is wild.)

17776, Jon Bois (made me cry. deeply human. A triumph of internet storytelling)

The Girl with All the Gifts, M. R. Carey (deeply enjoyable. the ending is a bittersweet kick in the teeth, and I really enjoyed the adults' relationships)

The Door in the Hedge and Other Stories, Robin McKinley (enjoyable, but never really resolved into anything.)

The Hero and the Crown, Robin McKinley (fun, but feels very early fantasy - or maybe I've just read too many of the subsequent knock-offs.)

Mrs. Caliban, Rachel Ingalls (weird little pulp novel.)

All Systems Red, Martha Wells (enjoyable, but I don't get the hype. won't be looking into the series unless opportunity arises.)

A People's History of Chicago, Kevin Coval (made me cry. bought a copy. am still thinking about it.)

The Sol Majestic, Ferrett Steinmetz (charming, a sf novel mostly about fine dining)

House in the Cerulean Sea, TJ Klune (immensely enjoyable read, for all it feels like fic with the serial numbers filed off)

The Au Pair, Emma Rous (not bad, but felt like it wanted to be more than it is)

The Night Tiger, Yangsze Choo (preferred this to Ghost Bride; I enjoy a well-crafted mystery novel and this delivered)

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula Le Guin (unfinished, I cannot fucking get into Le Guin and should really stop trying)

The Ghost Bride, Yangsze Choo (enjoyable, but not nearly as fun as Ghost Bride - the romance felt very disjointed, and could have used another round of editing)

Temptation's Darling, Johanna Lindsey (pure, unadulterated id in a romance novel, complete with a girl dressing as a boy to avoid detection)

Social Creature, Tara Isabella Burton (a strange, dark psychological portrait; really made a mark even though I can't quite put my finger on why)

The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins (slow at first, but picks up halfway through and builds nicely; a whiff of Gone Girl with the staggered perspectives building together)

Stealing Thunder, Alina Boyden (fun Tortall vibes, but set in Mughal India)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant; The Monster Baru Commorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson (LOVE this, so much misery, terrible, ecstatic; more here)

This Is How You Lose the Time War, Amal El-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (epistolary love poetry, vicious and lovely; more here)

The Elementals, Michael McDowell

Gideon the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir (didn't like this one as much as I thought I would; narrator's contemporary voice was so jarring against the stylized world and action sequences read like the novelization for a video game; more here)

Finna, Nino Cipri (a fun little romp through interdimensional Ikea, if on the lighter side)

Magic for Liars, Sarah Gailey (engrossing, even if I could see every plot twist coming from a mile away)

Desdemona and the Deep, C. S. E. Cooney (enjoyed the weirdness & the fae bits, but very light fare)

A Blink of the Screen, Terry Pratchett (admittedly just read this for the Discworld bits)

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine (not as good about politics and colonialism as Baru, but still a powerful book about The Empire, and EXTREMELY cool worldbuilding that manages to be wholly alien and yet never heavily expositional)

Blackfish City, Sam J. Miller (see my post)

Last Werewolf, Glen Duncan (didn't finish, got to to first explicit sex scene and couldn't get any further)

Prosper's Demon, KJ Parker (didn't work for me...felt like a short story that wanted to be fleshed out into a novel)

The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

His Majesty's Dragon, Naomi Novik (extremely fun, even for a reader who doesn't much like Napoleonic stories)

Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone (fun romp - hard to believe that this is the same author as Time War though you can see glimmers of it in the imagery here)

A Scot in the Dark, Sarah MacLean (palette cleanser, she does write a good romance novel even it's basically the same romance novel over and over)

The Resurrectionist, E. B. Hudspeth (borrowed it on a whim one night, kept feeling like there was something I was supposed to /get/ about it, but never did - though I liked the Mutter Museum parallels)

Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang (he's a better ideas guy than a writer, though Hell Is The Absence of God made my skin prickle all over)

Gods of Jade and Shadow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (fun, very much a throwback to my YA days of fairytale retellings, though obviously less European)

Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone (it turns out I was a LOT more fond of Tara than I initially realized - plus this book had a good Pratchett-esque pacing and reliance on characterization)

Get in Trouble, Kelly Link (reading this after the Chiang was instructive - Link is such a better storyteller, better at prioritizing the human over the concept)

Gods Behaving Badly, Marie Phillips

Soulless; Changeless; Blameless, all by Gail Carriger (this series is basically a romance novel with some fantasy plot thrown in for fun; extremely charming and funny)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James (got about 1/3 of the way through and had to wave the white flag; will try again because I like the plot and the worldbuilding; the tone is just so hard to get through)

Pew, Catherine Lacey (a strange book, I'm still thinking about it; a good Southern book, though)

Nuremberg Diary, GM Gilbert (it took me two months to finish, and was worth it)

River of Teeth, Sarah Gailey (I wanted to like this one a lot more than I actually did; would have made a terrific movie but ultimately was not a great novel. Preferred Magic for Liars.)

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia (extremely fun, though more trippy than Gods and the plot didn't work as well for me - though it was very original)

The New Voices of Fantasy, Peter S. Beagle (collected anthology, with some favorites I've read before Ursula Vernon's "Jackalope Wives", "Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers" "The Husband Stitch"; others that were great new finds "Selkie Stories are for Losers" from Sofia Satamar and "A Kiss With Teeth" from Max Gladstone and "The Philosophers" from Adam Ehrlich Sachs)

#from the bookshelf #Anonymous

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Is it like only a certain member centric, or can I request things like a Jordan introspection fic?

Love what you are doing, btw, I've found so many authors and fics I've never seen before and it's great✨😊

I found some Jordan POV fics.

B&E by luulapants for Roachbugg

(1/1 I 498 I General I Jordan/Stiles)

Stiles gets arrested. Jordan is stuck in an interrogation room with his ex.

Paranormal Activity by luulapants

(1/1 I 500 I Teen I Stiles/Parrish)

Jordan may have a slight ghost problem in his house. Lydia calls in a witch to take care of it.

Simulacrum by bloodwrites

(1/1 I 1,000 I Mature I No Pairing)

"Long story short," Stiles begins, "I pissed off a necromancer, and now my mom's in the living room."

You’re a good man, Charlie Parish by TroubleIWant

(1/1 I 2,377 I General I Sterek)

Deputy Parish just wants to have one normal day. Unfortunately, Beacon Hills isn’t good at “normal.”

Feels Like We're Falling by RedRidingStiles

(1/1 I 11,197 I Mature I Stiles/Derek/Jordan)

“Oh thank God you’re home, my phone’s dead and I think my oven might be a little bit on fire,” Stiles says as soon as Derek has the door open, the smell of smoke coming from her open apartment door.

“Jesus Stiles,” Derek curses as he runs into his kitchen for the fire extinguisher he keeps in the pantry, grabbing it and pulling the pin out as he rushes past Stiles and into the girl’s apartment. The oven is half open while rolls of thick gray smoke waver out, Derek points the nozzle of the extinguisher at the oven and presses the lever down, the foam coating the appliance in white.

“What the hell happened?” Derek questions the girl, turning away from the now fireless oven to see the girl standing in the doorway of the kitchen biting her bottom lip in worry. Derek tried to focus on the conversation and not his little crush on the girl.

“I may have put a pizza in for dinner and left it in there for a while,” Stiles mutters softly.

Stiles lives across the hall from fireman Derek and Deputy Parrish and is a bit of a mess, but it's okay because they think she's a pretty cute mess

Sun Will Rise and We'll Take Another Hit by iantosgal

(16/16 I 37,924 I Teen I Sterek)

When Kyle Parrish was thirteen he discovered his family were hunters. By the time he was eighteen he had come to detest the way his family operated and fled them to join the army.

Years later he finds himself in New York where he meets Scowly McHotty. Just as he thinks things are going somewhere, Scowly and his sister disappear and though Kyle looks, he can't find a trace of them.

Feeling the itch of the hunter beneath his skin, he contacts Chris Argent, the man who first told him about the hunters code.

But heading to Beacon Hills could mean much more than Kyle ever thought. There's a werewolf pack to befriend, a Sheriff and his son who become like family and a certain man named Derek Hale.

Oh and the supernatural beings flocking to the area certainly make things interesting and then there's Gerard Argent, waiting in the wings to twist things to his advantage.

Bloodstream by notenuffcaffeine, technologykilledreality

(23/23 I 83,037 I Teen I Jordan/Stiles)

It was all too real and Jordan shoved to the front, trying to interrupt the dream however he could. It wasn’t a fire, it wouldn’t even give the illusion of going out, but just kept going on around him. Stiles didn’t do so well in the fight that played out and Jordan couldn’t help at all. Slowed from the impact against the door, Stiles was pulled into the middle of the hall and surrounded by a basketball team of bullies. Then someone was in his face, hands fisted in his shirt collar to make Stiles look at him.

"You think you're better than everyone, huh?" the kid demanded. "Some stupid omega who knows everything and can just skip tracks. Pretend to be an alpha, screw with everyone so we have to play along. You wanna be both?"

Whatever Stiles said in return wasn’t what the kid wanted to hear but the dream... glitched.

- or -

Jordan doesn't know what he is, but he may or may not be going a little crazy. Meanwhile, Stiles has a hard time adjusting to the Omega Track. He hasn't made any new friends, he can't keep track of the friends he already has, and he's got the worst luck in the world when it comes to dating.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek/stiles/parrish #deputy parrish #anon

[shealynn88]

We're Not Friends

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Sterek A/N: Takes place early to mid-season 2.  Huge thanks to @all-or-nothing-baby​ who made this a better fic and a better art! Rating: Teen Word Count: 850

Read it on Ao3 or below:

Stiles always seems to get stuck doing the werewolf grunt work.  Chauffeuring one Derek Hale to the sheriff station, the animal clinic, the school.  Looking up records and autopsies and lore that the werewolf should already know.  Hunting down information that might give away his stupid pack that Stiles doesn’t even like anyway because they’re mean and murderous and not cool.  Why does he have to be the one putting up with the werewolf’s threats and stares and shoulders and cheekbones and leather jacket, getting his stupid huge hands all over his jeep and now his kitchen and his living room...

Stiles shakes his head.  Off track.  Off track, Stiles.  “Okay,” he says, forcing himself to focus as he searches the police reports.  “Looks like there haven’t been any other animal attacks reported, so it sounds like you got the rest of the roadkill your buddies ripped through.  You know I could get in huge trouble for this, right?”  He runs the script to clear the access logs.  “Not that you care, of course.  No, because what else would I be doing with my time?  Just breaking into my dad’s computer to get you information that only I can get you. And what do I get for it?  Huh?  A big fat nothing, I’ll bet.  Just the honor of your silent, terrifying company. You know—”  He closes the last window with a dramatic click and then spins around to face Derek, righteously annoyed—and, wow, Derek is closer than he’d realized.  Stiles’ rant sticks in his throat. He’s uncharacteristically quiet when he finally continues.  “You know, I didn’t hold you up in that pool because I thought you’d protect me.  I’m not like that.  Neither is Scott.”

Derek stares at him silently and Stiles finally swallows hard and spins his chair slowly back to the computer.  Down, boy, he tells himself firmly.  Down.

Derek remains silent beside him and Stiles shakes his head and mumbles.  “Don’t know why I bother with you, man.”

“I know,” Derek says, voice low enough that it reverberates right there in Stiles’ stomach in that irritating fucking way that Derek has.  Untrustworthy, horrible, infuriating Derek, who can’t believe anyone exists who isn’t just as selfish and self-absorbed as he is.

Stiles spins back again in a fury.  “You know.  You know?  You think you—”

Derek grabs him by the shoulder and leans in, intense.  Is there anything he does that isn’t red alert levels of intense?  Christ, Stiles can feel his heart in his chest, galloping along at a rate that must be pounding in Derek’s ears.  

Derek’s voice is gravel low, almost angry.  “I know. It wasn’t because you needed my protection.”

“Oh yeah?” Stiles spits back.  Well—”  He stutters to a halt as the words sink in.  “Oh.  Yeah. Well, right.  Exactly.  Because sometimes you don’t need a reason, y’know.  To do something decent.”

Derek’s fingers are on his skin, now, shifted up so they burn against the side of his neck.  “We’re not friends, Stiles.”

Stiles is fairly certain his stomach is somewhere in his left lung, and his skin is on fire, and his heart is going to make a bloody mess when it bursts out of his chest.  “I know,” he whispers, and it’s not at all how he meant it to sound.  Not like this, all desperate and breathy.

“Stiles,” Derek breathes, and he’s close.  God, he’s so close that Stiles can finally see the depths of his eyes—twelve different colors of green and grey and brown in there.  Jesus, this man should be illegal.

“Derek?” he squeaks.

Derek leans in, just the smallest bit, and his breath is hot against Stiles’ mouth, making him forget everything he’s ever known.  He’s never kissed anyone before. Not for real. Not like this, with his whole body on fire and a huge hand on his neck, holding him steady while the rest of him threatens to fall away.  He lets out a shuddering breath as Derek’s lips slot into his, drag his top lip up and then there’s the hot swipe of Derek’s tongue, there and then gone again, and Stiles just lets his mouth fall open in surrender.  Derek kisses him gently, not at all the way he thought a werewolf with twenty chips on his shoulder would kiss.  

Not that he’s thought about it.  

Or dreamed about it.

Derek moves back and Stiles just manages not to follow.

“You shouldn’t…” Derek grimaces and stands up, his hand dropping away from Stiles’ neck.  “I’m not here for you. You don’t know me.  You don’t know anything about me.”

Stiles closes his eyes and touches his lip with one finger.  “I mean, I know some stuff.”

But Derek is already gone, the door swinging shut behind him.

“Oh my God,” Stiles says aloud.  “Oh my God.”  He thunks his head down on the desk and tries to forget the burn of Derek Hale’s mouth.

Things just got very complicated.

Tagging: @all-or-nothing-baby​ @midnightsilver​

#sheawritesfic #sheaarts #teen wolf #sterek