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nrnyx · 6 months
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Prompt: Can’t go wrong with a body swap scenario 
Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!
“Scott, we have a problem!” 
Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”
“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot. 
Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”
“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”
“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise. 
“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”
Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”
“No!” Stiles exclaimed, stomping Derek’s foot. “Help me!”
Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”
“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it. 
Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this. 
Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.
Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”
Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.” 
Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?” 
Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?” 
Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?” 
Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious? 
“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it. 
This was such a weird situation. 
It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it. 
Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“
“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”
Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.” 
Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”
“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.
“I - I Just mean, do you?”
Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!” 
Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -” 
“Stiles!” 
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sterekbigbang · 22 days
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Power of a Name (22,377) by @mindofmim Art by @eevylynn For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Teen and Up Relationships & Characters: Derek/Stiles, Derek, Stiles, Scott, Sheriff, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Allison, Chris, Peter Tags: Kidnapping, fae, ritual, spark Stiles, soulmate au, Derek and Stiles are soulmates, pack to the rescue, pinning, Derek works as a mechanic, Derek and Stiles friendship, angst Derek, happy ending
Summary: Everyone has their soulmates first name written on their wrist (some born with it. For some it comes once there's soulmate is born), Derek got his when he turned five. From the moment he met Stiles, he wished they were soulmates. But "Stiles" isn't the name encoded on his wrist. Kidnapped by Fae, Stiles knows the only way to save Derek, and buy the pack enough time to figure out a rescue plan is to make a deal with the queen. And he's only got one bargaining chip - his name; Mieczysław. Derek lost everything the day his pack died, and again when he learnt Stiles was his soulmate (only to lose him in the same breath). His last hope was that the pack could decode Stiles' clue and bring him home, so he could apologize and make things right.
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comfortless · 3 months
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Deep Water
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nix! König x fem! reader
content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. no.. intentional harm done to reader but there are sporadic mentions of murder (drowning), König is kind of a creep here do you guys forgive me (say yes), implied sex; dubcon everything. König is wearing a fishing net rather than the usual hood because. it made sense to me sorry.
notes: yet again, i have found that i can not manage to write anything except for silly fantasy nonsense… bear with me this will pass (it will not). if you’re uncertain of what a nix is, i recommend skimming over this (or tl;dr— a shapeshifting water spirit).
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You’ve always been told to beware of the river, especially on nights like this. When the singing starts up you were to run, as far and as fast as your feet could carry you. It would be the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, as well as the last. Whatever beast lies in wait along the silt of the riverbed luring people in with its haunting song isn’t kind. The drowned bodies resurfacing bloated and paled are enough for the townsfolk to assume that assuredly, a monster lies in wait someplace within the glassy water.
For all of the fear, town myths were just that— myths.
As always, there’s no singing when you seat yourself on smooth, mossy stones by the river’s bank. The moon hangs low, casting its brilliant reflection on calm, dark water. The air is alive with the buzzing of cicadas clinging to the trees at your back and night birds calling out to the wind. Nothing is amiss; it’s only peaceful, and that’s why despite the warnings, you often find yourself here when the temperature is favorable.
There are nights when the river isn’t calm, and currents are the most reliable reasoning for the deaths from past summers. The water is full of large rocks with sharp corners, teeming with plants that could so easily snare an ankle, and when the water is frothing and cruel it’s no surprise that one could be thrashed to unconsciousness if they weren’t careful.
You didn’t come here to take your chances on swimming, anyhow.
If anything, it’s a mere reprieve from the bustle of the town. No one wanders here any more since the myths gained traction, passed from mouth to listening ears time and time again, leaving this place entirely untouched. Occasionally the obnoxious teenager would cross your path on the walk here, declaring loudly to their friends about how they supposedly saw some slimy beast, eyes like moonbeams and scales like razors lying on the bank.
During your little adventures here, you often carry a snack with you, but not for yourself. Tonight, it’s just a small package of vanilla flavored cookies. In truth, they were awful— dry and near flavorless, but you suspect your friend here wouldn’t mind too terribly much, and if it got them out of your pantry without wasting it was a win for the both of you.
When the large dorsal fin crests over the water mere meters from the bank, you gratuitously crush the treats in a closed fist and toss the crumbs into the water. Time and time again, you’ve fed the large animal, watching as it thrashes about just below the surface before disappearing back into its depths. You’ve never gotten a good look at it, either, but you imagine it must stretch out past your height or further; some sort of gar or sturgeon.
Just as many times before, it glides further in, fin entirely out of sight now. The only evidence of it ever appearing at all were the small waves rippling in its wake. All is quieted once more as you embrace the placid bliss, readying your small flashlight and losing yourself into the book perched in your lap.
The next night, you’re greeted by a large snake basking over the rock you typically sat upon. It lies still, coiled into itself as it regards you, forked tongue flicking out for several moments before it simply slithers off, hiding itself away beneath the moss and stone.
“Best to leave you alone, huh?,” you ask to it’s retreating tail, feeling a bit silly for speaking to the reptile at all. It doesn’t respond, of course, nor does it bother to come out of hiding either.
You opt to seat yourself on the hill overlooking the water instead.
You find that after a day occupied by tedious tasks, there truly was no greater place to abandon your woes than here. Everything was peaceful; wild yet simplistic. Even with all of the death that seemed to haunt this place, you never feared the thought of ghosts. You’ve even entertained your imagination a time or two, that if you ever did meet one, you would only ask it not to disturb the wildlife you have grown so fond.
There’s a freedom and a mystery to places like this, places without the foot traffic of other people. It brings with it a sense of whimsy, especially when you glance towards the water and see the surface reflecting every twinkling star above.
The fish doesn’t appear, even as you listen to the water in wait, your head tilted as you lie back on soft grass to watch for ripples, for the swell of a large fin moving beneath. Nothing. You read your book as the night progresses, nearly completing it entirely before you make your way back home.
Weeks pass by like this— work, river, home and repeat. Occasionally it’s the same large snake that greets you when you wander there, more often it’s the large fish circling about waiting for crumbs of whatever treat you choose to bring. The bank and the small hill overlooking it have become a separate home to you, one where you can be away with the fairies, talking to your animal friends that never seem to stick around for long.
When the weather grows warmer, you even dare to take a swim.
You’re stood on the slick stones of the bank, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. It’s not proper swimming attire, but you reason that you’re not at the beach, not a soul is around, and it doesn’t really matter at all that you might look a bit silly. The prospect of swimming along that behemoth below is a tad terrifying, but you wouldn’t dare to wander too far in. Maybe the fish would even be intelligent enough to not attempt to eat you after you’ve been so kind to it.
It’s hot, and with a sticky layer of sweat glossing your skin, your worries seem minuscule in light of an easy way of cooling off. You toe at the calm water for a moment, testing its temperature before willing yourself to take a step forward, then another before you seat yourself in the vibrant expanse of darkened blue. Here, you realize, is the best place to stargaze, too; they shimmer all around you, within reach as you tap at the surface of water, watching it undulate beneath the pressure of your fingertips.
You could reach the moon, too, if you swam further out. A few meters from the bank and you would be directly beneath its reflection, bathed in that ethereal glow.
You watch for your friend for a time, trying to prioritize your wariness over your whimsy. When the fish doesn’t tread by you, the water remaining calm, you rise to your feet and take slow, metered steps as the water parts and flows against your shins.
Though the river is disturbed no matter how gently you stride forward, nothing slides out from its depths in pursuit of you. Nothing happens at all when you reach out to splay your hand out against the reflection, the water now gently lapping against your stomach rather than your legs.
You hadn’t expected any sort of shift in your reality, that would be ridiculous, but perhaps some sort of clarity; a further calm for a weary mind. It doesn’t come, and with a disheartened splash you wade your way back towards the shore.
This has been your sanctuary for some time. Excusing the snake, there’s not been any sort of threat to you, not here. A safe water world all your own. Though, that peace is shattered the moment that you make it to the bank and hear the water shift some small distance behind you. Turning your head, you’re met with the sight of a man, the bulky muscular silhouette towering in the patch of moonlight you had just stood in. Bright blue eyes catch the light, reflecting like an animal’s as you scramble back to where you’ve left your shorts.
He stands there, silent and unmoving like an obelisk even as you hastily dress yourself with a thundering heart and breaths that sound more or less like gasps, senses heightened by your panic as you turn tail to run.
No one had been there. You were sure of it when you sunk into the water. There was no sound when this person had swam over to take your place. He was just there, as if he had been the entire time and you somehow failed to notice.
You make your way into the woods framing this place, hurried steps and untied shoelaces. You don’t even bother with your flashlight.
Finding your way back home with aches in every muscle, the desperate rampage you had taken to get away finally coming to a close when the door slams shut behind you, you quickly shower and mull over what’s just happened. A ghost, perhaps. It had to of been. Any other person would have made noise in their approach, especially being that big. The mind could play its tricks; what you had seen was likely not even there at all— a terrifying figment of your imagination. That sets you at ease, somewhat, but not enough.
You don’t sleep well that night, tucked beneath your blanket and staring at the filtered moonlight through your curtains. Work isn’t on your mind at all come morning until your phone chimes with a notification from your manager, questioning your tardiness. A languid crawl out of bed follows, another shower, an unsatisfying breakfast, all before you opt to send a text back to let him know you won’t be in today.
It could be excused, you’re reliable and decent enough at the job; not one to boast, but far more eager to please than the rest of your coworkers. You would be entirely useless if you went in on no sleep, you reason.
You don’t want to go back there, not under the veil of night, but you find yourself horribly curious the longer that you bide your time indoors. You had to know if the thing that you saw was really there, had to calm your nerves. What if he had always been watching each time, and you simply hadn’t noticed? The forest bordering the river is terribly dark at night, anyone could crouch behind the shield of a tree and remain undetected until they willed the courage to drag you in, cup a palm over your mouth to silence your cries.
Maybe it was the monster the people in town rumored about.
The thought of some strange, silent thing living beneath the water waiting for an opportune moment to take you by the neck and drag you down to the silty floor to watch you drown horrified you. Yet, that’s the one conclusion that sticks. Those eyes… so lurid and haunting, no human being had eyes like that.
You inhale sharply, steeling your nerves as reach for a pocket knife for defense, toss it into the bag slung over your shoulder, and storm out the door.
The trek there is nothing short of dull.
No matter where you look, what shadows rise up beneath the dim glow of a falling sun, there’s nothing out in the woods. The river is equally tame. The water babbles over rock, cicadas buzz off in the distance, and not a thing seems amiss. Your search for footprints that don’t belong to the soles of your shoes turns up empty. The only thing that suggests just maybe it wasn’t all in your head is the book you had neglected to retrieve in your fear the night before.
The cover, every page within, now warped as though it had been pulled into the water and spit out to dry. You pick it up, peeling through damp pages, running your fingertips over the smeared ink. It’s possible that a particularly aggressive splash could have sullied it, but something tells you that that isn’t the case. Either way, it’s unreadable now. You sulk a bit as you slip the ruined thing into your bag and step towards the smooth stones to watch the water instead.
Night creeps in slowly with you there, and you’re on high alert for a time before you begin to relax as usual. Even giggle to yourself at how silly it was you believed you saw a ghost at all as you entertain yourself by skipping small stones across the water.
No large snake, no massive fish, no titan of a man appears before you, only a calming crescent moon and a few wandering wood ducks, gliding down from the bank to splash about. A thought comes to mind as the calm emboldens you: what would happen if you got in just one more time?
There’s nothing to suggest that you’re playing with fire as you leave your shoes neatly in the dry sand. If the ducks could swim unbothered by fish or men, then surely you could, too. You watch the little creatures a distance away as they dip their heads beneath the surface and chitter away amongst themselves while you take your first step in.
You don’t dare to go as far this time, stopping when the water brushes over your knees. You wait there while time seems to slow to a crawl, expecting the absolute worst, glancing further down the river, dipping your hand below the glassy surface until your fingertips brush the sand beneath.
It’s horribly hot and you’re still exhausted from the sleepless night before. The water feels nice, and you feel as though you have some sort of claim to it as you’ve been here more often than anyone else would dare to. Ghosts and monsters be damned, you seat yourself and let the water lap over your shoulders, tilting your head back to watch the stars.
When the singing begins it takes a moment to register just what it is that you’re hearing. It’s not beautiful, not like the myths have said. It’s hissed, a low whisper, a mockery of what a human song would sound like. The voice is rasped, lilted yet cold. The realization that it sings words from your book of poetry is what terrifies you the most, the warped pages all making sense now.
Your eyes dart to either side of you, forward, before realizing the voice is coming from behind you. Cold spreads through your veins as you try to force yourself to stand, but in your fear you find yourself petrified, rooted in water that would surely become your grave.
You can’t bring yourself to turn around, to inevitably find your eyes locked onto the shadowy frame of a man far too large, his eyes glistening and pale like the moon hanging above.
The voice pauses when it finds you unmoving, and you can hear the rustle of the creature shifting its weight where it’s stood on the rocks lining the bank. You’ve no clue how deep the river gets, where the opposite side leads, but your only chance of escape seems to be swimming through in the hopes that this thing doesn’t choose to chase after you. A part of you knows that he would, that that is exactly what he expects you to do, goading you to flee deeper with his eerie song so that he can drown you just as he did the others.
You do the opposite as you squeeze your eyes shut and crawl back towards the bank, making sure to keep some distance despite your willful blindness. You wouldn’t look at it, wouldn’t talk to it, you would just go home and never come back.
“Best to leave you alone, hm?”
You still as your fingers brush against wet moss, the voice no longer a whisper but loud, loud as it echoes your words from days past just above you. Beating back your own curiosity proves futile, because you look up at the damned thing then, expecting to see an impossible terror before you, sharp fangs wet with blood and appendages too spindly reaching out for you. Instead, you see only a man.
He’s crouched, only a meter or so away, and you immediately recognize his broad figure. The same as the night before. From this distance you can make out the finer details, the length of net covering his face and neck, the webbing between each finger. Still a scary sight, but only in the way it’s unfamiliar and imposing rather than instilling any sort of primordial fear.
“Excuse me?” You pull yourself fully out of the water, rising to your feet and taking a tentative step back. You’re prepared to run, a coil pulled too tight on the verge of snapping.
The man, creature, whatever he may be just tilts his head, lets the silence hang in the air for a moment before he has the audacity to laugh whether to himself or at the strange, bewildered expression on your face.
His stare is assessing as he sucks in a breath, follows suit in rising to his full height. From the size of him alone, you know you’re not getting away. A mere stride for him would be two or more for you, a deliberate tug of your wrist from him could snap it in an instant.
Yet, he doesn’t reach for you, only gestures toward your bag lying on the ground with a subtle flick of a finger. You give him a quizzical glance in turn, not bothering to retrieve it. You could come back during the day with a friend, gather it and never return. Only, your knife sits somewhere inside, the only protection that you’ve got. The realization spurs you to bend over and toss the strap over your shoulder.
“I’ll… I’ll be going now.”
The stare remains fixed upon you as you take another step back, blinking slowly every now and then as you both remain in some strange stasis.
It takes you a moment to put the pieces together. The reciting of words from the book, the mimicking of the words spoken to the snake, the hint at your bag… he’s expecting something and it’s not to steal away your life, only to be fed and have your company. It’s not charming, it’s awfully strange and eerie, but you find yourself giggling at the prospect of taming some murderous, shapeshifting monster with subpar treats and poetry.
You pull open the bag, searching for anything you may have brought along that he could eat, eventually prying out a small package and offering it out to him.
“Is this what you want?,” you ask, voice hushed and trembling.
He shakes his head, rustling the net cloaking him in the process. So, he understands, he’s just been willfully ignoring every other thing you’ve said prior. You store the package away with a perturbed expression crossing over your face.
“Then what?”
Any relief you had felt seems to dwindle when the giant takes a half-step closer. His skin is cool and wet as the river as he brushes his hand over your forearm, curling a set of fingers around it. The touch is gentle, but there’s a promise of violence lurking somewhere in the depths of his eyes.
“Come with me,” he urges in that harsh whisper from before, delicately squeezing as he pulls you towards him, leading you back to the river with a tight grip and a step back over the stones. Though his touch is passive, there’s a frightening strength lurking someplace beneath his flesh, tacked to bone, and as your gaze trails lower to rest to rest at your feet, the space between you two, the evidence of a life prone to violence and strength is laid bare before you.
You don’t fight the hold as he leads you to water so deep it caresses the base of your neck, right below the milky glow of a waning moon. Deeper still, as you’re pulled below, pressed down to the very bottom with his body lain over you. You can only hold your breath so long before an involuntary gasp leaves you, and a wave is funneled straight into your lungs.
Panic is fleeting, but the adrenaline stays ever-present. You claw, push, kick, to no avail. Pinned down by a hand weighing like an anchor you feel your vision flooding and hazy as his head knocks against your jaw, mouth sealing tightly over yours. It’s not a gentle kiss, the net fashioned into a hood digs into your skin, teeth scrape over your lip until you feel the sting of blood drawn.
All at once, your vision darkens and it’s over.
You find yourself lying back on the shore as the morning sun warms your face, causes your dampened shirt to cling to your skin. Disoriented, but alive, brushing your thumb over your lower lip as you sit up to stare at the subtle waves lapping over moss and rock.
Just a dream, you tell yourself, knowing full well you hadn’t fallen asleep.
Just a dream, even though you avoid the river entirely now. Your route home from work changes too, avoiding even a glimpse of the path that leads down to that place. You don’t even replace the book, you toss what remains of it after fishing through your bag, murmuring something about it surely being cursed and entertain yourself with film at night instead.
Sleep remains tentative, you wake with every sound, and your dreaming is filled with visions of a figure pushing you down into deep water, his weight bearing down upon you so heavily that you can not move until you wake with a start, eyes searching your bedroom.
Several weeks, and the fear does eventually fade.
The morning that the rain begins to fall, you realize you haven’t even thought about the river in days. There’s no monster prowling your nightmares anymore. You lived through what may or may not have occurred, and that was the end of it, simple as it may have been.
A late shift at work has you wandering out into the rain, umbrella in hand. You’re grateful that you live close, that you’re not entirely soaked to the bone when you step inside of the mundane building. Your coworkers notice your change in demeanor immediately, chirping about how glad they are that you’re finally feeling better, looking more yourself as the hours pass you by. It brings a smile to your face, a real one that you haven’t had in place since that last night.
Even in the summer, there’s a chill to the air in the late afternoon as you hurry home from work and make your way inside, stripping out of your wet clothes and setting your umbrella aside. It’s darker outside than it should be, even more so indoors. Reaching for the switch to turn on the lights proves useless— the power’s out.
You light your way with your phone, ignoring the way your pulse quickens and your heart flutters with the fear that something just doesn’t feel right. Your skin prickles with the thought of some unseen pair of eyes watching you, blue and cold. You only relax when you slam your bedroom door shut, locking it and pressing your forehead to the wood as you sigh. The puff of breath that escapes your lips is not the only in the room, you find out when the light of your phone illuminated your bed. Crouched beside it, a towering figure with a face veiled by fishing net. Words don’t come when you open your mouth to speak, and your heart stutters in your chest as you stand shaking but otherwise petrified.
“You didn’t come back.”
Of course you hadn’t.
Most people wouldn’t have.
“No. I’ve been… busy,” you choke out the excuse, hoping to pacify whatever emotion you imagine lurked beneath his tone, undetectable through the hiss of his voice. “I’ll visit soon, promise,” you lie, back pressed against the door as your fingers curl over the knob.
Your fear seems almost unwarranted. He doesn’t move toward you, only stands to wander back to the window where he must have broken in.
“Tonight?,” he asks in a voice so soft, the voice he must use as a lure because tugs at your heartstrings immediately, makes you want to follow despite the threat this thing poses merely by existing, despite everything.
“It’s cold— I’ll get sick,” you murmur. “How did you even find me..?”
“I will keep you warm.” The question goes unanswered.
You find yourself stifled again as he lumbers towards you, brushing cold fingers across the side of your face. It’s not a mockery of a kiss you receive next but a firm bite where your neck meets shoulder, not yet hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you shiver, to grip at the wall of muscle that makes up his chest.
There’s a desperation to his movements as he herds you towards the window, pushes you toward the path leading back to the river. You’re soaked to the bone in seconds, hardly able to keep your eyes open past the weight of dampened eyelashes. The rain is so heavy it feels as though every step is like the first you took into cursed water, your feet sinking into the mud along the path with each tentative stride. The realization that you’re there doesn’t even hit you until you’re chest-deep in the chill, violent waves pushing against you, each carrying the threat of toppling you over entirely.
The palm splayed out against your bare back keeps you upright, leading you to a smooth rock jutting out in the midst of what seems a sea of frothing white and blue. The sea above is just as dark, angry clouds roaring as you’re pressed down onto your back, shivering terribly.
He keeps his promise though, a tight grip on each thigh as he pries your legs apart, sinks in between them and blankets you from the rain. Even with the cold pressed to your back, you feel the warmth of a summer sun above you, scorching from inside, just as blazing as the look in his wild eyes. The last of any resolve slips when you’re pulled beneath the violent waves, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses coaxing oxygen into your lungs. Each roll and pull no less tumultuous than the waves overhead. A placid end when the rain comes to an impromptu halt, just as he stills over you. Hands rush to cup your face with one final, desperate and biting kiss.
When the morning sun pulls you from sleep, cool moss against your back and the weight of his head resting over your middle, the shallow water lapping lazily at your figure, you find that you no longer fear drowning.
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teencopandthesourwolf · 8 months
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“Why did you ask me that?”
“Huh? What's that?” Stiles mumbles, answering the query with one of his own without looking away from Derek's laptop screen. The laptop Derek kind of bought for Stiles for when Stiles is at the loft.
Whatever. 
There's a ballpoint pen shoved in the kid's mouth—God, that mouth—and another slid behind an ear, the latter ready and waiting for Stiles to click to death in the In Between Typing Times.
The others dispersed a couple of minutes ago. Apart from Derek and Stiles, only Lydia and Deaton now remain at the loft and they're deep in conversation about the preliminary theory of who or what is killing the humans of Beacon Hills this week and are standing at the opposite side of the open-plan space, making more coffee. Scott and Malia left to rally the other ʼwolves (not answering their phones as they're at a cinema screening) plus find and talk to Argent to arrange a pack meeting proper about the situation, so they can all work on devising a plan. Granted, there is Peter to consider—probably still lurking somewhere what with lurking being one of his favourite pastimes—who can obviously hear any and all conversations that are or could be happening inside of the building. But, sadly, Derek has never been able to hide much of anything from his uncle.
So. 
He thinks about elaborating on the question he asked Stiles, but can't.
He tries not to stare at Stiles, and fails.
Stiles is squinting at the screen with intent and looking like he has forgotten Derek said anything at all. Or that Derek is still hovering close by. Or that Derek, you know, exists.
Derek is just standing there, all difficult and awkward in his own fucking home and his own fucking body, looming over Stiles like a creeper as Stiles taps away furiously at the keyboard and violently zig-zags a fingertip across the mousepad like an actual lunatic.
Derek almost laughs at that.
The Boy Who Runs With Wolves.
“Why wouldn't I?” Stiles now asks, still mumbling around the chewed ballpoint Derek is trying not to be jealous of. 
“I—what?” Caught off guard, always and only by Stiles. 
Stiles doesn't skip a beat, unlike Derek's heart. “Why wouldn't I ask?” he adds.
Oh, right.
“I, uh, I don't... ” Derek trails off pathetically, swallowing any confidence he had previously mustered and looking away from Stiles, even though those big, brown devastating eyes aren't actually looking at Derek because they are, of course, still zoomed-in on whichever web page is currently yielding the most information.
Dusk is quickly closing in and all around them and the light filtering through the loft's huge window has begun to dim somewhat, so that the glow of the computer screen is now filling Stiles' eyes with bright, dancing sparks and arrhythmic shapes as they flicker like lightning from one tab to another, then another, then another. And as mesmerising as it is to watch—Stiles looks as though he is brimming with magic—the sight becomes too much for Derek, and looking away feels like his only option.
It doesn't last.
Stiles' long, large-knuckled fingers still their rapid movement just as Derek's eyes find their way back.
Derek watches the kid some more, like a lifeline.
An anchor.
Then, Stiles is taking the pen from those perfect lips as sneaker-toes slowly spin the swivel chair around so that Stiles is now facing Derek where he stands with arms crossed reactively over his chest.
His heart.
“I asked because I wanted to know if you were okay, man," Stiles divulges, as if that's nothing at all. As if it's something Derek hears often. He tilts his head to catch Derek's eye. Which works, of course—because it always works, no matter the nature of the moment they're caught up in. "Like, I was concerned, y`know?” 
Derek feels guilty just for looking. And not only because he wants to touch but because he wants to let Stiles care.
“I care, dude,” Stiles says on cue and Derek tries to self-implode while Stiles waits, probably for Derek to look at him and say don't call me dude and maybe hoping not to have his head bitten off or his throat ripped out. 
Derek does look again, just not for long. Barely a glance. He can't afford himself too much Stiles, not when Stiles is looking directly back at him. It's safer that way; self-preservation and all.
“You do know that, right?” Stiles tries again. “That I care.” 
Derek wants to ask Stiles if they can talk, if Derek can tell Stiles things. Derek wants to ask Stiles if he'll stay and if he'll let Derek spill his secrets, tell Stiles everything, like Derek never does with anyone these days, and if Stiles will hold Derek's hand when Derek cries about it, like Derek doesn’t allow himself to anymore. Derek wants to ask Stiles if Derek can touch him and hold him and if Stiles would hold him back, if Stiles would ever want that, if Stiles could ever be his.
“Don't call me dude,” is what he actually says because he can't not. But then he steals himself, head staticky and heart thumping as he dares himself to add (after what is undeniably too-long a pause), “And yeah. Maybe I do.” 
Then they look at each other. They just—look.
Look and look and look.
And they each keep looking at the other for a very long time. Definitely too long for two people supposedly not much more than acquaintances. Allies, maybe. Comrades at tenuous best.
Then they look for longer. Look for more. Look until it starts to feel as if they are the only two people in the room, in the building, in the world.
Whatever happened to self-preservation?
Something is happening and Derek is pretty sure it's not just happening to him, and he finds he is equally stunned as he is thrilled as he is completely fucking terrified about that. 
Eventually, Stiles says, “Derek, we're friends.” Then he's licking his lips and looking Derek up and down, shameless, and adding with a shrug of one shoulder, “Till we're not.”
The latter part is spoken like a dark secret, but one without the slightest hint of malice—that's not how he means it. It's more of a promise than a threat, if Derek is remembering correctly what genuine affirmations sound like (it's been a while).
The sparks from Stiles' eyes are then flashing blue in Derek's, and Derek could swear he hears every one of his neurons firing inside of himself, all at once as each of his mutated cells flare into overdrive, nail beds and gums tingling, the short hairs on the back of his neck and arms and hands standing up on end.
He feels utterly alive.
It's honestly a struggle not to whine like a pup and Derek has truly never been more happy of the fact that Stiles is unable to scent chemo-signals because, oh, Derek would be so fucked right now.
He has a reply for Stiles but it's caught in his throat, the sentence forming then solidifying, fast as a quick-drying glue.
Derek is just—standing there. Statuesque. Alternating between trying to swallow his words down and attempting to speak them, like a first class dipshit, and just looking and looking and looking at Stiles.
In an entirely mortifying turn of events, it is actually the sound of Peter's low, mocking chuckle from some tucked-away shadowy place in the loft that is the thing that forces Derek unstuck, and it takes all Derek has to not roll his eyes to the back of his skull and growl out I'm going to kill you again now, Uncle. 
He takes a breath, un-clenches his fists and tries for a smile—or at least a hint of one. He doesn't want to freak the kid out.
Derek then manages to repeat Stiles's words back at him, no more than a whisper. “Till we're not.”
Stiles is just looking and looking and looking at Derek before he's asking, “Can I stay for the evening? You can talk to me while I research. I always work better with noise. It'll be soothing,” like he's ordering pizza instead of answering all of Derek's prayers.
Derek notes how the kid's usually erratic eye-contact is weirdly as unwavering as his usually erratic heartbeat, which is now weirdly steady as a metronome.
That's a lot of weird. 
Derek fights the urge to bite into his lip with his fangs. He wants to draw blood, and to taste it.
He embarrassingly feels his eye twitch and his breath hitch as he dares himself to do this. 
He sputters, “What do you want me to talk about?”
Stiles slowly swivels back towards the light of the laptop—ethereal milky skin and dark moles once again luminous in its white-blue glow—at the very same time as the evening's first moonshine peeks through clouds and seeps in through the loft's huge skylight.
Derek is memorised. 
Stiles starts annoyingly clicking away at the Clicking Pen, while shoving the other back between those beautiful lips of his, now mumbling his words around the thing once more and speaking them as if they are the most obvious thing in the universe. 
“Everything, Der.”
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for @poebin for asking <3 (unedited, soz)
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hedwig221b · 6 months
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DEVOURED | 5,2k | Explicit | sterek | ao3
Tags: Derek is the Deity of Sex, Stiles is the Virgin Sacrifice, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Consensual Somnophilia, Public Sex, Free Use, everybody’s consenting to everything, and Derek doesn’t share, Possessive Derek
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Breathless, Stiles shifted his gaze up and went red from the knowing smirk on the deific face. The man’s red eyes sparkled in the moonlight, glowing like two fires on the tips of the candles. One of his thick eyebrows was lifted in amusement.
He was the most beautiful being Stiles had ever seen. As was probably expected, considering he was the god of sexual desire.
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pokimoko · 5 months
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It's been a year to the day since I completed my Eternal Sunshine of the Absent Mind Moon Knight fic trilogy, so I thought I'd commemorate the occasion with some Jake Lockley art inspired by the series, with a dash of A Monster Calls for angsty flavour. Enjoy! 💜
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stereklyrics · 1 year
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Stiles & Derek are dating, but they're a bit discreet when the pack is around, so the pack doesn't notice they're dating... Until they're having a meet and Stiles is "late", so Erica asks "Okay, where's Stiles?" and then Derek just shrugs and says "Oh, he arrived and was tired as fuck, so I told him to go take a nap. I'll fill him in later, we can go on without him 'cause no one is going to wake him up." The pack is confused, but they just go ahead.
A bit later when they're done with the boring part of the meeting Stiles comes downstairs and just casually kisses Derek and then turns to the pack "What did I miss?" the pack is shocked and Isaac says "You just kissed Derek." and Stiles replies "Well, yeah... It happens when you're dating someone." and the pack is like "DATING?????!!!!!" while Stiles & Derek are just like "Yeah, we thought you guys knew...? But anyways, let's just order food and watch something. "
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ariana and evan behind the scenes of “we can’t be friends (wait for your love)” music video ୨♡୧
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patolemus · 1 month
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Here’s a little thing that’s been bugging me for a few weeks.
Summary: Stiles is a demon. This is common knowledge. At least, he was under the impression that this is common knowledge. He should have known better than to trust Derek Hale to figure it out.
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Look, in his defense, Stiles was sure they knew. At least, he was sure Derek knew, and if Derek knew, then the rest of the pack knew. That’s just kind of how it works, when they aren’t hiding threats from each other.
(He’s not pointing fingers. It’s just that Stiles sometimes gets fucking tired when the pack does not tell him shit and then he ends up having to figure it all out by himself so they don’t get themselves killed. It wasn’t funny the first time Scott tried it back in sophomore year. It hasn’t gotten any funnier since.)
(Alright, so he is pointing fingers. Sue him.)
Stiles is a demon. And okay, before anyone gets mad and starts saying shit like ‘no he’s not, he’s just a bit chaotic’, he… well, Stiles will admit to being chaotic as a general rule, but that is more of a character choice. He’s being for real when he says he’s a demon.
His parents couldn’t have children. It’s just how it goes sometimes. But Claudia was a very powerful witch, and she knew a thing or two about making pacts with demons. So when the doctors told her she could not carry any children, she figured the next step was obviously to summon a creature from down below and make a deal with it in exchange for a child.
That’s where Stiles comes in.
Claudia probably wasn’t expecting a demon child to come to her when she did her summoning, but personally? Stiles thinks she lucked out. Stiles is a friendly demon, as far as those go, and his policy regarding humans is more ‘see what makes them tick’ rather than ‘make them burst into flames spontaneously’, so all in all, she could have done a lot worse.
So that’s kind of how he ends up as Stiles Stilinski, son of John and Claudia Stilinski. Claudia and John are the only ones that know Stiles’ true name, though only Claudia can say it right. John tries his best, but they all collectively decide that Mischief is a rather good alternative.
In exchange for being the best son anyone could have, Stiles gets to spend an unspecified amount time on the mortal realm. Claudia doesn’t put any restrictions on him, on the understanding that Stiles can’t go and kill people for kicks. Annoying them is fair game, though.
That’s fine. Stiles has never been particularly interested in needless violence. He’d much rather learn everything there is to know about humans. Such interesting creatures. Truly fascinating.
And that’s how he spends the next twelve years of his life. He makes one singular friend - humans tend to get this instinctual need to get away from demons, but Scott doesn’t have any survival instincts at all, so it works out fine - and spends most of his time enjoying the admittedly mundane life of a human child.
Stiles knows there’s a pack of werewolves living in town, but he never runs into them, and then they die in that terribly suspicious fire and the survivors leave. The town quiets down a lot after that, and Stiles tries not to mourn the loss too badly. The energy they gave off was very pleasant.
Then the werewolves come back to town.
Stiles doesn’t intent to get involved. He doesn’t. He’s a demon, he doesn’t care for mortal affairs no matter how amusing they are. So he doesn’t do anything when he feels the presence of an Alpha in Beacon Hills after seven years. A not his circus not his monkeys kinda situation. But then Scott gets turned into a werewolf, and Stiles doesn’t care for mortal affairs but he does care about Scott, so really, it was inevitable.
There’s also Derek Hale. Derek Hale with his lickable abs and his chiseled scowly face and that angryhurtsadmiserable aura of his. Stiles acuses him of murder, Derek shoves him into walls. How is Stiles supposed to not become completely obsessed?
Anyways.
Stiles isn’t sure how he ended up in a pack of werewolves of all things - demons are lonely creatures, they don’t get packs - but he can probably blame Scott for that. It’s pretty alright, even if he gets dragged into every possible supernatural matchup imaginable. At least no one is busting out the holy water. Not that it would work, that’s a myth. Stiles had that phase as a kid where he went to church every Sunday morning and received the sacrament of Eucharist just for kicks. His dad didn’t find it funny, but Stiles still thinks it’s fucking hilarious. Now he uses the name of Jesus Christ every time he can. It’s blasphemous and Stiles thinks it’s hilarious too.
Back to the point, Stiles never bothered to hide he’s a demon. He doesn’t advertise it, of course, but he doesn’t go out of his way to mask his scent or whatever. He’s powerful enough that he can take on mostly anything that comes find him. So he thought Derek knew, and was just being chill about it and not mentioning it.
Apparently not.
The bitten wolves, he could understand. They still mix up deer and rabbit after years of being bitten when they’re running in the preserve. But Derek’s a born wolf. He was trained since he was a kid, and it’s not like demons are hard to sniff out. Hell clings to Stiles like a second skin.
Well, it turns out Derek is the ultimate failwolf, because after four years, he still had no idea. It takes a run in with another demon - this one does like to set humans on fire, unfortunately, so Stiles has to banish it back to Hell - and even then Stiles has to practically spell it out for him. Stiles is only a bit disappointed in him. Mostly, he’s still a bit confused on how Derek even missed it in the first place.
“Dude, can’t you smell it?” he asks, and they’re alone in the loft because everyone else has gone out to buy celebratory donuts while they try to get the scorch marks off Derek’s wall. It’s not going as well as they hoped.
Instead of an answer, or a growl, which is his primary method of communication, Derek does something unexpected and fucking—blushes.
Huh. Okay.
Wait, no. Not okay. What?
“It’s not considered polite to act on the way people smell, Stiles,” and Derek’s voice is strangled, like it hurts him to get the words out. He’s always been bad at talking but Jesus Christ, this is excessive.
(Heh. Jesus Christ. It will never not be funny.)
“That’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve sniffed out other supernatural creatures or people’s intentions. It’s what you do. Other than rip out throats and creep around my window, obviously,” Derek’s scowl makes an appearance - there it is, Stiles was getting worried for a second - looking back at the scorched wall like it’s going to magically clean itself with the power of his rage.
Stiles could probably do something like that. Maybe. His magic is chaotic on a good day, so he can’t really call it reliable. Destructive, definitely. Offensive, if he has to pick between that and defense. Stiles is terrible at that.
He’s really getting off track here.
“That’s different. You’re not a supernatural creature,” Derek says stubbornly and what?
“What?”
“What,” it’s impressive how he always manages to ask questions that don’t sound like questions.
“What do you mean, I’m not a supernatural creature? Are you—“ Stiles looks at his Alpha with narrowed eyes, mouth open mid sentence as it finally downs on him that they’re talking about very different things. “What did you think I meant when I asked you if you smelt it?”
Derek stubbornly refuses to say anything. That’s fine. Stiles is the king of stubborn, he can out-stubborn anyone at any given time.
“Tell me,” he presses. Derek doesn’t say anything. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell—“
“Jesus fuck, Stiles, fine!” heh. Stiles knew he’d break. “I was smelling that you’re horny. All the time.”
That— that’s not what Stiles was expecting. Um. Okay. So things got awkward very fucking quickly.
“Oh,” he says, and now he sounds strangled because he thought he’d kept that little tidbit of information hidden quite nicely. It turns out Derek was just being polite about it.
God, does it mean the betas can smell it too? Oh, no, no no no no.
(Heh. God. Stiles is so funny.)
(He really has to stop unfocusing like this.)
Stiles is officially mortified. Turns out even demons get prudish after spending so much time in the mortal realm. Who knew? It’s okay, Stiles will just find the nearest bridge to throw himself off from. If he has any luck he’ll die instantly and won’t get back to Hell so he doesn’t have to live with this knowledge forever.
“It’s okay. I know it’s not personal or anything,” Derek’s still not looking at him. He’s grabbed back his rag and is valiantly rubbing away at the wall. Stiles doesn’t have the heart to tell him that if the mark hasn’t come out already, it probably never will. He’d know, he’s burned plenty of walls before.
By accident, if his dad ever asks.
“That’s fine and all, only it’s very personal,” and Stiles is just making a bigger hole to bury himself in, but his mouth is faster than his brain. It’s an ongoing issue. “You don’t think I’m horny all the fucking time, right? I mean, demons do have that hyper hormonal stage at my age but assuming it’s all the time is a bit excessive. I’m not a succubus. This is completely a you thing.”
Derek’s face does that thing where it pinches in between his eyebrows and his eyes narrow a bit, lips pressed together tightly. It’s his Stiles Just Said Something Deeply Upsetting face. He uses it a lot.
Alright, time to backtrack.
“It’s really okay that you don’t feel the same. Really, I get it. I wouldn’t feel the same about me either. So let’s just ignore I ever said anything, and we can go back to trying to clean this up even if we both know it’s not going to come out,” he offers Derek his most winning smile. Derek’s face just gets even more pinched.
Stiles’ senses are pretty dulled here on the mortal realm, but he doesn’t need them to know his Alpha is probably very pissed. At him, specifically.
So it’s Tuesday, then.
Stiles takes a step back, just as a precaution. He doesn’t think Derek will throw him against a wall - he stopped doing that a couple of years ago. Stiles refuses to acknowledge he kinda misses it - but you can never be too cautious. And Stiles did kind of just confess his undying horniness for him.
Imagine if he’d also told the guy he’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. That would have gone fantastically. Not.
“You’re a demon?” Derek’s voice comes out more high pitch than Stiles has ever heard it. He’s surprised. Why is he surprised? This is what they were talking about, before Stiles stuck a foot in his mouth. “Since when?”
“Since always? Seriously dude, can’t you smell it?”
It’s like they’re back in square one.
So. Turns out Derek truly had no idea Stiles is a demon. No wonder he’d looked like Stiles had grown a second head when he banished that fiend back to Hell.
On the good side, Derek apparently also returns his feelings, after they go in circles a few more times and Stiles gets across that he’s not just horny, he’s in love. A happy ending, in Stiles’ opinion.
(“How did you end up as the son of the Sheriff anyway? Is he a demon, too?”
“Hmn? Oh, no. My mom just did this summoning ritual for a Prince of Hell to get them a child, and I showed up. It was kind of a two for one deal,” he waves his hand dismissively.
“You’re a what?”
Oh, boy. Stiles knew he was forgetting something.)
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eliluvschan · 13 days
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My Eternity
pairing: bang chan x reader
word count: 2.098
warnings: cutie channie explaining his relationship & like one curse word?
genre: fluff
a/n: when i tell you i've never had a boyfriend would you believe me? lmaoo i blame the 4am thoughts for this one. took me 4 hours to write this with like 7 mental breakdowns through? i was listening to WOW and i reeeaally wanted to add Jisung's; jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo? but rlly didn't know how lmao + i'm addicted to this small lettertype so imma use it from now on ;) okay now i'll let you go read. enjoooooy ♡
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i’ve known you ever since the day when we were kids.
- we’ve been neighbours since childhood. you moved to my hometown, went to my class and blended in. everyone liked you, how could i not?
the happiest moment to ever exist.
- i was always happy when you sat beside me and my friends, not wanting to make friends with the others in high school.
check my bucket list, oh, you were on the list.
- before i met you, i didn’t have a bucket list. you just kind of became my best friend and we made a bucket list together. i never showed you mine, cause you were on the list.
i’m living the dream, somebody heard my wish.
- it has always been my dream to have someone like you by my side, so understanding, so beautiful with such an amazing soul. my wish has been heard and i’ve been the happiest ever since.
call out your name.
- my Y/nnie, princess, little one, baby girl, sweetheart, darling, love, honey, baby, jagiya, sweetie, future wifey, koala bear, cuddle bug and many more sweet names. i can give you a million nicknames.
you do the same.
- Channie, future husband, baby, jagiya, sweetheart, cutie, sweetie, boyfriend, darling, baby boy, prince, hottie, kangaroo, Chris, Christopher, Bahng. you never run out of nicknames for me and they always make me blush, laugh and flutter.
hug you all day.
- you love hugging me and so do i. it’s the best part of when i come home after a tiring day of practice and engulf you in a big hug like it’s the last time i’ll ever hug you.
i hope this’ll never end for eternity.
- i love you like the person you are, how your nose and brows scrunch together when you can’t open something and always ask me, or how you silently hug me from behind or the side when i’m busy producing songs. i don’t ever want to leave your side.
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i just want all time to stop.
- time has always been an issue. whether it’s morning or evening. i won’t ever get tired of you. the way you whine in the mornings for five more minutes, or evenings when you cling to me like my little koala bear.
— ❀ —
i’m never letting go.
- i am never letting go of you. you’re stuck with me jagiya. now until eternity.
let’s go on a little walk, see the world outside.
- i always have to drag you outside, or else you want to stay inside most of the times we're together. it's cute.
don't wanna let you go.
- never ever will i leave you. my eyes always find you in a crowd, at concerts or fan-meetings. one small smile and i feel like i can achieve anything in this big, scary world.
the way that you give me your hands, i'll fly.
- the first time you gave me your hand, was when your date dumped you at prom. you were so sad and i wanted to punch the bastard right then and there. even though i wanted to be the one who took you to prom in the first place.
at times when i feel down or empty.
- the times when i'm stressed with work, or when i have writers-block, you're always there to distract me. even without me saying anything, makes me love you even more.
you're always beside me.
- you're always there to catch me at my lowest moment. when i feel like a bad leader, or when i feel like i'm not enough for you, the boys or my siblings back in australia. you're just there doing something random with Jisung or Hyunjin and it brings the hugest smile to my face, making me forget all my worries.
promise that i'll love you plenty.
- i promise that i'll always love you. even when i don't show it or say it enough, my heart only beats for you. the way you joke around with Changbin, Felix and I.N. or play savage with Lee Know or Seungmin. it just fills my heart even more than i thought it could.
i hope this'll never end for eternity.
- i'm sure i tell you this lots but the way you always fiddle with the strings of your (my) hoodie or the way you put your hands in your or my holes in our jeans when you're anxious. it's adorable.
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when i look at you i know that you're the only one.
- i have never been in serious relationships but this one with you is something else. i want you to know that i want you as my first and last for everything.
the only one yeah.
- you're the only one that can make me do things i usually hate and the only one that can calm me down in your own magical way.
nothing in the world could beat our little special bond.
- nothing in the world can try and break our bond. with each other we can be crazy in our own way and none of us would judge each other for that.
'cause we are one.
- we are one. you complete me just as i complete you. you know everything of me like i know everything about you.
run around and make a mess, we don't even have to rest.
- the boys are always loud and a mess so i guess i need you to help me clean after them. being a dad of 7 is a tiring job. luckily i have you and together we can do anything.
every moment is a precious memory.
- every moment together or with the boys are precious. like dancing with danceracha until the early mornings, rapping sessions with 3racha in the studio or just joking around with vocalracha when they have nothing to do.
the way you wake me up in bed, yeah, i hope this never ends.
- you always lave little kisses around my face or just stare at me, staying in my embrace. it's mainly me waking you up cause you love your sleep and always ask for 5 more minutes to lazy around in bed.
i'm lucky that you're my best friend so.
- my best friend, my lover, my soulmate, significant other, my future wife, my girlfriend, my everything. there aren't enough words to describe my love for you. guess we should thank your parents for moving right next to us when you were 10.
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i just want all time to stop.
- those last 16 years went by so fast, it's crazy how fast time flies. i'll never forget our first encounter at school. you bumping into me and then scolding me for accidentally dropping my juice box on your blouse. i felt bad and handed you my shirt. and had a huge smile each time i saw you wearing my shirt that day around school.
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i'm never letting go.
- the time i confessed, and you didn't reply, i thought you'd hate me. instead you grabbed my face and gave me a long and passionate kiss. you were barely 17. i was 20. yet it was the best decision i had made that day.
let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.
- our first date was a walk around the beach. your hand was safely in mine as it was a little over 12 am. our phones full of missed calls from our parents as we enjoyed each other's company.
don't wanna let you go.
- when we told our parents about our relationship, they were over the moon. they never expected us to end up together and your father gave me a firm handshake and told me to speak to him later. never had i feared for my life more than the glare he gave me.
the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.
- the way your hands fit perfectly in mine. it's a sign huh? you're my soulmate now and forever. or how you moved to seoul for me because you couldn't stand the long distance, not realising it would be lonely for you. but then again, i forgot what a social butterfly you are and became friends with half the Kpop industry as you were a dance teacher yourself, teaching dances to little kids who were passionate about dancing.
at times when i feel down or empty.
- there's always times when i feel down or empty. like how i worry about if Berry might forget me after not seeing me for a long time and you reassuring me that she won't. because that's who you are, always reassuring me and the others if one of us is feeling stressed.
you're always beside me.
- you've always been beside me. when i was a trainee, when i debuted, when i wasn't sure about my career and all the other choices i made in these last 16 years. you could read me like an open book and knew all my struggles back then and now.
promise that i'll love you plenty.
- the boys are always complaining how mushy i get when they mention you. they've also mentioned a million times when i'll propose to you, not knowing i've started planning way ahead and am planning to ask you very soon.
i hope this'll never end for eternity.
- you always bring me and the boys lunch on your free days or in the weekend. knowing that we all love your cooked foods. and then like to hang around and even dance together with us to choreo's that Lee Know teaches us. or how you even made some changes to the dances cause you thought they could use another movement.
— ❀ —
ah-ooh (eternity)
- you'll always be my eternity.
ah-ooh
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you make me call out your name.
- a little after 5 pm you arrive home. immediately jumping into my arms as you dump your shoes, coat and bag somewhere in the hallway. ''i missed you jagiya.'' i smile in your neck as you hum in response, telling me you missed me too.
you do the same.
- the way you always call my name when i come back home late. telling you not to wait up, yet every time you still do, attacking me in a tight hug and whine cutely telling me to take a quick shower before we head to bed.
hug you all day.
- the door opens and a few seconds later you're in the hallway with two heavy bags of groceries that you picked up on your way home. while you're cooking, i hug you from behind and we stay in each other's presence as you cook a delicious home made dish.
i hope this'll never end.
- even after a long, tiring day at work, you never fail to amaze me with the amazing dishes you learn from the internet, my mother or yours. the praises i give you aren't enough, so i'll feed you too.
— ❀ —
i'm never letting go.
- you've teased me a lot about going to my 'side-hoes' even though i've never had eyes for someone other than you. of course in those 6 years that we've been together we've had multiple fights. but we always went and apologised even if the fight wasn't that serious. we also have an unspoken rule to never go to bed upset and always communicate things with each other before accusing without proof.
let's go on a little walk, see the world outside.
- i'm planning on asking you on the beach. the exact same one where we had our first date years ago. i've got the perfect plan in mind to get you there and the best way to ask you. i can't wait to see your reaction to this song i wrote for you and the reaction you'll have when i go down on one knee and ask you to be mine for eternity.
don't wanna let you go.
- today, i asked your parents your hand in marriage. they were thrilled to see their little girl getting married to her first boyfriend from 16 years ago. 6 years ago your father glared at me for being the boyfriend of his daughter. today, he gave me a hug and told me he trusted me as your husband.
the way that you'll give me your hands, i'll fly.
- you're never getting rid of me, jagiya. i'll always love and cherish you for who you are. and so will the boys. they were so happy when i told them i'm finally proposing and wanted to be part of the plan too.
eternity.
- you're sleeping in my arms right now, not realising that the ring i'm planning to slip on your finger soon, is safely in it's box in my right hand, while my left arm is tightly wrapped around your fragile body, holding you close to me, your head on my chest right where my heart is beating just for you.
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danosphere91 · 2 months
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more fire core AU because you actually cannot get me off my bullshit.
this is also looking like it may turn into a Fic™️ so stay tuned.
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nrnyx · 6 months
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PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.
Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!
Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 
The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 
Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 
The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 
Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.
It was going to be awesome.
Martha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.
“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.
“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 
Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”
“Yes, he had proof -” 
“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”
“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 
“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  
“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 
“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.
The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 
“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 
“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.
Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 
Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”
Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”
“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 
Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 
More proof that they fit together.
While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 
“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 
Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.
“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 
At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.
Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.
“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 
As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 
“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 
 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”
Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 
“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 
“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say. Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 
Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”
Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”
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House of the Howling Wolves (111,607) by @rlnerdgirl Art by @renmackree For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Explicit Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Tags: Derek POV, BAMF Derek, BAMF Stiles, magical Stiles, protective Derek, alive Laura, Alpha Laura, blood, violence, hurt/comfort, fairytale AU(?), blowjobs, erotic asphyxiation, idiots in lust, happy ending
Summary: When crown prince Derek Hale of the kingdom of Triskelle finds himself unexpectedly holding the life-debt of a Twillian fae, he and his sister see an opportunity to save their dying kingdom. Now, as Derek travels north into the Twill, he must put faith in his Twillian guide, Stiles, to keep him safe as they journey through a mystical land of magic and danger. As their journey continues, Derek finds himself drawn to his companion, and left struggling to consider what will become of them once debts are paid and the Kingdom of Triskelle stands strong once again. Never venture into the Twill, for in the heart of those lands you will find only magic and the strange. A place where bones shift and forms change, as man turns to wolf and the moon holds sway over minds and hearts led astray. Heed this warning, this solemn call, lest the Twillian magics you shall befall.
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imnotlauriane · 4 months
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DRAGON! BTS X HUMAN! READER FANTASY AU
Chapter 7 (6.9k words)
For more information about this story, find it here
It was in fact, not fine.
Upon entering my private room, Seokjin and Hoseok remained frozen in the doorway like they saw death in person until I pulled them inside to close the door behind us - I wasn’t in favor of other knights seeing inside, not that there was much to see either way.
I had warned them that there wasn’t much in my room, but I am imagining that we do not have the same definition of ‘not a lot’, hence their reactions. It made me feel kind of bad, but they quickly got a hold of themselves in order to avoid making me feel any more self-conscious than I already was.
“It’s neat and simple, your room carries a warmth that does resemble you a lot” Hoseok had spoken with a tight smile, eyes filled with watery sadness. He had meant those words sincerely, they were a compliment and indeed felt as such, but I could see that it also wounded him to see that there was not more to see that carried emotional value for me.
After all, it’s not like I could keep the food sent by my mother as decoration, and other than the letters written to me on occasions, there was nothing else to put over my desk, nor was I concerned about that reality of mine until now.
But as I filled my bag with my few possessions, including the sword given to me by Namjoon along with the charm from my sister, I saw for the first time that my room never really felt like my own.
Perhaps because I never tried to make it feel like anything else than what it was. A temporary shelter for until I could make it back to my real home, to my family.
It was a weird thing to process as a whole, a confirmation of what Hoseok and I had talked about last time, but it was easier with the men by my side. They were the proof that things were about to change, that things would get better. It gave me hope for the future, no matter how small.
Once done with that simple task, we’d then joined the others in the hall where we found them with bags of food that were given to us by the cooks after hearing of our departure, and upon hearing from Taehyung and Jimin that Commander Rayner gave his permission as expected - he also gave his farewell as he couldn’t come see me in person - I decided to head to the stable to see Eclipse one last time before leaving.
That is where I am currently, with my horse’s face between my hands and my lips on her nose.
“I’m going to miss you so much, Eclipse. But I promise you, we’ll meet again in Goldwyn, you’re not going to be left here alone. If knights come and bother you because I’m gone, I give you permission to kick them, and make it count. They have a snake and jewels down there that could do with less performance, so start there if needed, okay? But only if necessary, I don’t want them to hurt you while I’m not here to protect you”.
Eclipse nods her head in understanding, the mission clear in her mind. She must make them regret ever being bad towards me, and saving future generations from being born from such awful beings is one way to go at it.
She will make sure to accomplish that with at least one knight, for her own satisfaction.
“I am glad I am not one of your enemies, dear Aithne and Eclipse. I fear what would happen to me if I ever did something wrong to either one of you” Namjoon’s voice speaks from behind me after witnessing my little moment with my girl, and I chuckle while looking over my shoulder to see them all waiting for me.
Taehyung already said goodbye to his horse, but independent as he seems to be, Bear didn’t really care all that much. He paid more attention to me honestly, most likely hoping to get those scratches again, which I gave very briefly before running to Eclipse so she wouldn’t throw a tantrum.
“If you do something bad to me, Namjoon, I assure you that I won’t have to say a single thing for my girl to jump on you and make you regret ever breathing in my direction. But she seems to like you all quite a bit so I’m sure you’ll be fine. And anyway, I don’t believe you would be capable of hurting me, you’re much better than the knights of Orton”.
A loud sigh of relief from Jungkook makes me grin in amusement, and I pat Eclipse's side one last time before stepping back to gaze at her from a distance.
“You be good, okay? Take care of yourself and keep Bear company when he needs it, it’s going to be the two of you against everyone else in here after all. Besides the kids anyway, they’re not too bad”.
“Yet” Yoongi chimes in, which makes me give a disappointed exhale.
How sad is it that he’s right?
I readjust my bag over my shoulder, then turn my back to the horses so I can stare at the dragon knights instead.
I’d never really seen all of them together from such an angle before… but they look pretty intimidating with the sun’s light flashing onto their hair from the back like this. It’s creating that halo that makes them look more from another world than mine.
I’d never paid attention to that extent, but they are absolutely gorgeous beings, aren’t they? All of them. How was I even made their human mate when I look nowhere as gracious as them? Goodness, what am I getting into?
“She’s in awe, isn’t she? Close your mouth, hun, before you start drooling or swallow a fly” Seokjin teases me when I haven’t said anything yet, and my cheeks start to burn as I try to defend myself with murmurs of words that make no sense, which makes them smile with adoration.
“I am not. The light was blinding me” I finally mumble before stumping between them to walk out of the stable. How can I admit that I was, in fact, in awe? I would then look stupid, and I don’t like looking stupid.
I’ve never been one to stare at men like this before, so why would I start now? Because of their mark on my skin? Pfft. Please.
Never.
“Aww, it’s okay to like what you see, love” Jimin coos as he runs to join my side before I get too far away from them. “We like what we see too, whenever we gaze at you. Our adorable little human, your pink cheeks are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen”.
I clear my throat in embarrassment, then proceed to run through the nearest gate leading outside of the fortress to flee their comments, though I should’ve expected that they would only run after me without even breaking a sweat and with laughter on their lips.
“Our mate’s shyness is a real delight. It makes me want to scoop her up in my arms and gaze at her all day long as we bask in the evening sun”. A sigh. “Perhaps I could even receive a kiss on the cheek then, if she felt generous”.
My heart stutters at the words making it to my ears, did I hear that well? Did Yoongi really just say that aloud? A k-kiss?
Why does he talk of me as if I might be a princess? I am a knight! One who carries swords and fights against the enemies proudly! I do not get carried and I do not kiss cheeks!
Without slowing down, I look behind me to frown at the one who sports the huge grin on his face, clearly amused by the reaction he caused, though it quickly vanishes from his lips the next second for a reason that I, for a moment, ignore.
Until the mistake happens.
I miss a step once at the other end of the fortress’ gates, and that seals my fate as I come tumbling down quicker than I can react to save myself.
I gasp stupidly before falling into the grass that thankfully grows well in this area, and I remain exactly where I am now laying with my red face burrowed into the weed, humiliation keeping me from looking up as the dragon knights quickly join me on the ground to make sure I am fine.
“Oh dear, look what you’ve done, Yoongi. Your words have made her so disorganized that she even forgot how to run in her surprise”.
“I don’t mind. She doesn’t have to walk at all if she wishes so. I’ll carry her in my arms anytime she desires it”.
“I do believe it’s the first time I hear him being so open to his need for affection. Our little human seems to have opened the gates of his flooding love, and it is meant only for her while we get the crumbs. I am not in any position to complain, though, as I am the same. I would carry her to the world’s end and back too, if I was granted the chance”.
I clench my fists by my head before looking up at the first man kneeling before me, and my eyes meet Jungkook’s as I try to contain the fire that threatens to leave from my ears at any time now. How do I ask for help in such an occasion? Should I flee with him alone? He hasn’t made fun of me yet.
His cool eyes stare into mine in silence for what feels like forever, and suddenly, he reaches out to my arms to lift me up to my feet as if I weighed nothing before pulling me close, my face hidden against his chest as he stares down at the others with a protective arm around me.
“That’s enough, hyungs. I know that we’re all excited at the prospect of getting closer to our youngest mate, but you forget that this is all very new for her. You’re clearly overwhelming her at the moment, seeing as she looked at me pleading for help just now”.
Silence.
I could almost hear the wind in the trees’ leaves nearby if not for the fact that Jungkook’s heart is beating with so much strength against my ear. Each thuds against his ribcage can be felt throughout my whole being, and it’s quite fascinating, though my situation keeps me from enjoying it.
“We have let ourselves get too excited yet again, haven’t we? It’s hard to remain calm when we can finally go back home with her, but I understand how it might be too much for her” Namjoon utters finally with a deep sigh, it is truly hard to push aside old habits like this.
Teasing is part of their bond, so it feels natural to pull me into this pace of theirs even though I have yet to really get used to both their touch and presence. It’s hard to figure out where the limits stand in this new bond with me, but they are willing to figure them all out so that they can help me be more at ease, which they desire more than anything.
“Sorry” Yoongi murmurs next as he steps closer, forehead bumping between my shoulder blades where his fire warmth seeps into my very bones while he breathes softly, he feels like he keeps messing up and he feels terrible about it.
“We don’t mean to keep pushing your limits, sweetheart, I guess we simply lack common sense for human matters. It’s too easy to tease you when you react so adorably, but we’ll be more careful from now on, until you feel more comfortable with us”.
I bite on my lips as I listen to his apology, I am really making this difficult for them, aren’t I?
“I’m just… I get really embarrassed and it’s a foreign feeling for me. I am not a romantic, nor do I know how to accept affection. I am a knight and grew up with only one mindset - do not show weakness to those who may use it against you. That’s how I grew up, but all of a sudden, you come here and say things that make me feel shy all the time, as if my training meant nothing after all”.
“Your training as a knight and your being shy as a mate are not linked together, Aithne” Yoongi counters quickly once I’ve spoken my mind, and I close my mouth to let him continue when he moves to Jungkook’s side to enter my line of sight.
“You being shy means that you are not indifferent to your mates, that has nothing to do with how strong of a knight you are and in no way nullifies the efforts you put into your training. Feeling love and anything else related to that emotion does not make you weak in any way, nor does it make you any less of a knight”.
I frown, face still hiding against Jungkook’s chest as I feel Yoongi’s gaze burn into my temple.
The knights of Orton would think otherwise, though I admit that they are not by any means a good example of what is required of women knights. Being the only woman here, I tried very hard to become the ideal version of myself that I could think of to protect myself, but that also meant becoming numb to my feelings as I trained day and night.
These dragons suddenly appeared into my life, and by the same occasion, so did my emotions, though it was tenfold what they used to be, which I was not expecting. They brought back to life a side of me that I had burrowed deep underneath my feet, a side of me that I thought made me weaker than other knights.
Here lies another mistake of mine, it would seem.
“I may have a… distorted vision of what a woman knight must be like, then” I eventually admit, though it costs me to say those words aloud. If I think about it… I never got any role model whom I could learn from, did I? I’ve always been the only woman in my life ever since I left home. What a sad thought.
“I always believed I should always be in full control of my emotions, that I should not let them through in any occasions. It has been hard to do with you lately… though I could not understand why exactly. Until now, that is”.
Jungkook’s hand settles over my head for a gentle petting that makes me rest my entire weight against him, how do they always get me in this state so easily?
“It must have been hard on your own, sweet mate… I’m sorry that you had to depend only on yourself for all this time, to the point that your own emotions felt like something to deny for your own safety. You should be proud of how far you’ve made it on your own, for you are a strong knight, no matter what others - or yourself - have to say on the matter” he muses softly, a tenderness in both his voice and in the way he caresses my hair, and my eyes begin to tear up against my will.
It takes all of my strength to resist crying, and I instead sniffle until the emotion passes, as I’ve always done in the past. I wipe my eyes quickly before moving away from Jungkook with my gaze locked on the ground.
“Can we… can we keep this conversation for another time and leave Orton for now? I don’t feel able to allow myself this vulnerability at this instant. I hope you won’t take it personal, it’s just hard to open up so abruptly”.
Before anyone else can say anything, Hoseok makes a step forward with his heavy eyes on his mates.
“Let’s give her a break, since she clearly needs one, most especially from us. Today has been a lot already, not to forget this entire week, I fail to imagine what it must be like for her. I think we’ve done more than enough for the time being”.
Jimin nods, his face firm with acceptance, they’ve done more than enough indeed.
“Agreed. Let’s keep things light and simple from now on, no more teasing and flirting until we make it back home. I’m sure she’s enough on her plate considering that she’s anticipating the reunion with her family, so let’s not add any more to her shoulders. Yoongi, if you could please shift, now would probably be a good time for that”.
The mentioned dragon doesn’t answer to the request, but he steps away from our group to reach further into the clearing anyway, for he was about to do it as soon as he heard me.
He stops at a safe distance from us, and before I can even look up from my feet with relief as I hear them so effortlessly accept my selfish request, a gust of wind suddenly makes me lose my footing before Jungkook pulls me close for the few seconds that it lasts, and only then do I notice the shadow that now covers us from the sun.
I push the hair out of my face and look up to find the same black dragon that I’d seen a few days ago now standing in front of us, and his nostrils flare a little when he stares at us again, as if proud of the stars he can see in our eyes. He looks majestic, even more than I remembered.
His tallness does make me wonder how I’m to climb over his back for the ride though, and even seeing him lower himself onto the ground, knees folded beneath him and his wings tucked against his sides to avoid being stepped on by any of us is not enough to offer me an idea of how I’m going to do this.
Thankfully, that’s where Namjoon decides to finally join my side with a respectful distance between us, his warmth almost overwhelming as he is the total opposite of Jungkook’s cooler temperature. He glances down at me with a smile and I attempt one of my own, feeling a bit awkward.
“Since this is your first time riding a dragon, my dear, and since it is not as easy as one would think, I do recommend that you let me carry you onto his back for this one time, just so that we can avoid you getting hurt before you make it back to your family. Would that be alright with you?”.
With my lips pursed, I bashfully nod my head, knowing well that he wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t believe it absolutely necessary. My ego will have to keep quiet in the meantime, because going back to my family wounded in any way is not exactly the reunion that I wish for.
He makes a small sound in contentment before leaning down a bit so he can put an arm behind my knees and my back, and once sure that he won’t drop me, I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders so he can pull me off the ground and against his sturdy chest where beats an equally strong heart.
Jimin sweetly takes my bag from my arms to keep me from having to worry about it in the sky, and Namjoon then closes the distance between us and Yoongi’s dragon form.
Seeing him in his true form in open field like this feels very different from when I saw him within the fortress, and finding his dark eyes on my form as we get closer would probably scare me if I didn’t know him so kind.
Once at his folded arm, Namjoon begins a smooth ascent over his limbs with experienced jumps all the while keeping me steady in his hold, and the higher we get as we make it to Yoongi’s back, the more I realize just how gigantic dragons truly are.
I understand why I could’ve gotten hurt were I to fall in my attempt at climbing such a big creature. I could most definitely break an arm in my fall, and that is the last thing a knight desires. Anything that keeps us from our work is worth sneering at.
It takes a good minute since holding me is more of a bother than it is helpful, but Namjoon eventually gets us atop the dragon and gently settles me down at the base of Yoongi’s neck before explaining himself as he positions me properly.
“There we go… you’re going to want your legs on both sides of his neck, tucked right underneath these scales here. They won’t shift so they don’t risk crushing your legs with every moves he makes, and they’ll keep the wind from moving you out of position. As for these scales right here behind your back, they’ll keep you from slipping backwards during ascents and descents. I’ll be right behind you, though, so you don’t have to worry about anything, everything will go smoothly”.
He then adds as he sits down himself, “If you feel like you’re losing your balance at any time, let me know and we’ll see how we can make you feel more secure, alright? There’s no need to feel ashamed since, like I said, riding dragons is harder than it looks” he assures me, apparently already knowing that I would in fact feel ashamed if that happened, which is not that hard to see in my eyes.
I nod my head, already feeling overwhelmed that I’m sitting on a dragon for the first time in my life. It’s just like when I first sat on Eclipse all those years ago but… a hundred times worse. No, it’s a thousand times worse.
When Yoongi’s sudden move of his head tilts me to the side, Namjoon naturally presses himself to my back with his legs pushing against my own to keep me stable and I gulp thickly as I try to find what to do with my hands. Do I not hold onto something while we’re in the sky?
Observant as he is, Namjoon somehow guesses my concern and takes a gentle hold of my hands before bringing them to the same scales that currently cover my legs, and he makes sure to let me feel the edges that offer me a safe grip.
“If you need to hold something, these are the scales that you want. Or you can hold onto me, should you feel the need for it. You only need to ask and I will do anything in my power to make you feel more comfortable”.
I nod my head slowly as he releases my hands to let me test what I was taught. I appreciate that he doesn’t urge me in one direction rather than the other, instead leaving me to figure out what is best for myself. I can try to do this on my own, or I can lean on him and let him help.
Just when I believe that I’m getting more confident with staying upright - Yoongi raises his huge head from the ground to see if we’re ready to go, a move that rises us and tilts me the slightest bit against Namjoon who seems more than used to all of this.
It’s barely anything to shift me in my position but it gets me gasping and grabbing onto the scales in panic anyway, because while it doesn’t really impact me in any way, I am still very much out of my comfort zone.
His rumbly laugh is felt more than it’s heard when he finds me gaping at him and I feel the heat creep onto my face, adrenaline keeping me from letting go despite the new stability.
How am I ever going to get used to this? It’s a lot scarier than I thought it would be, I hadn’t at all considered what it would be like when this dragon would begin to move - as is required if we want to get anywhere. I’m honestly starting to regret this, but it’s too late to change my mind now.
“Are you okay, dear? Do you need anything to be done from me or Yoongi? Is this too much?” Namjoon checks in on me with concern in his voice, and though I should be honest right now and tell him that I’m starting to freak out, I shake my head because I’ll be damned if I back down now.
“N-no, I’m just fine. This is a breeze” I lie through my teeth, and Yoongi hears that as the obvious permission that it is to fully stand from the ground, wings stretching on either side of us to prepare for the flight to come while I turn fully white in nerves and fears.
My fingers are unable to let go of the scales anymore, it sure feels like Yoongi is having his fun from tormenting me even though I know very well that it is not his intention at all, for I can see that he’s trying to be careful even in his gentle steps that could accomplish at least twenty of my own at once.
With deep breaths, I try to look down to where the others are still standing, observant to my first experience of a dragon ride, but seeing as they’re pretty small already from how high we are right now, I immediately bring my gaze back to Yoongi’s neck in front of me, breath now stuck in my chest.
I’m going to die, I won’t survive this, I’m sure.
Why did I say that I wanted to go back to the capital on a dragon of all things? I should’ve decided to go with Eclipse! She’s a lot more safer than this!
“Breathe, my love” Namjoon says with a chuckle when he finds my knuckles turning white, a colour that matches my face while he remains his usual golden handsome that can only be explained by the fact that he too is a dragon.
“I am breathing” I utter lowly in response, another lie is what this is, but he chuckles once more while repeating the same words. “Breathe. It’s going to be fine, I am here with you. I’m not letting you fall, never”.
I try to allow in a deep inhale at his words, but when Yoongi lets his wings flap to test the wind surrounding us, I instinctively reach out to Namjoon behind me, hands grabbing one of his arms tightly as my heart squeezes and panics in my chest.
“There, there” the man muses while wrapping an arm around my waist and over my stomach to keep me steadier against him, and I have never been more thankful for physical support than I currently am as I grip onto him with all of my strength when Yoongi begins to run forward all of a sudden, faster and faster until he makes a jump before letting his wings take over to bring us into the sky.
The sound of them as they beat through the air loudly almost deafens me, and my eyes are shut tightly as I feel us reach higher and higher into a sky that I only ever saw from the ground, be it grass, sand or mountains.
It’s a good thing that Namjoon told me the uses of each scales as I can feel the way they keep me still, for I am not moving an inch despite the lack of anything to hold onto other than the man himself, and I am incredibly thankful for this because if I’d been left on my own for the first time, I would already be falling down at this very moment.
It feels like an eternity until the flight finally stabilizes and Yoongi stops flapping his wings to instead glide smoothly through the air, but when he does, I already feel as if I just lost years of my life due to this frightful experience.
I would’ve expected the wind to be loud in my ears from our speed and height, but it’s surprisingly quiet now as I begin to allow one eye to open to glance around me.
Even the feeling of the wind against my skin is not as uncomfortable as I would’ve thought. It’s cold but not… ice cold. Maybe it is Namjoon and Yoongi’s combined body heat that helps.
“So, how was it for a first time?” Namjoon finally asks after making sure that I’m not close to passing out - he would’ve had to keep a close eye on me if that were the case - and though I am very far from being relaxed yet, I let some tension bleed out from my shoulders as I look over them to glance at him.
“It was… er. Intense”.
Terrifying, utterly terrifying, but that I won’t say. I think it shows enough on my face as it is.
He smiles before tightening his hold around me. He would say that it’s to keep me safe and to reassure me, but he really just wants to feel me closer while he has the chance to do so. Who knows when he will have this opportunity another time?
“You did not fall unconscious and that’s pretty impressive, if you must know. Most humans flying on a dragon for the first time end up having to be caught by said dragon because they pass out mid-flight. So while you do not seem convinced that you did well, let me assure you that you did wonderfully”.
Oh. How encouraging.
“How lovely” is my only answer, though it makes his smile widen. He could hear the sarcasm laced in my tone, which he finds more amusing than he should probably admit.
“Indeed. Lovely indeed”.
The occasional flapping of Yoongi’s wings keep my mind awake as I don’t dare look down yet, though I am starting to wonder what has become of our other mates left behind. Will they join us soon? Did something happen down there that we are not aware of?
I am about to ask Namjoon about them when I eventually hear a strange sound that resembles that of an army of dragons coming over, which… might as well be true considering that they are dragons.
It takes only a short moment before I finally find them taking position around us, colourful dragons that I can somehow recognize due to hair or eye colours that I saw all week, and they are just as big as Yoongi if not more, which is a worrying thought that I push to the back of my mind.
Seokjin’s dragon is of a cold grey as he remains to our right, and I can guess that it is Taehyung to our left due to the deep green of his scales, which is absolutely beautiful as it’s almost like emerald. Then there is Jungkook who’s a mix of green and blue, and Jimin who is entirely blue.
Hoseok is red like fire as he flies right in front of us, and to be in the middle of this… needless to say that it feels like a dream, one that I don’t particularly want to wake up from at the moment. I’m sure I could get used to this… right?
I find that a few of them are holding onto the bags of food or belongings that we all carried with us with their claws, and it makes sense that this is what kept them behind for a bit longer until they could join us in the sky. They must have had to arrange them in order to not drop them mid-flight.
“Impressive, right? This sight never gets old, no matter how many times I see it” Namjoon muses as he observes the way I stare around me with wonder in my eyes, my worries forgotten so easily when I get to literally be part of a dragon pack as we fly amongst the white fluffy clouds.
“It really is… I knew that dragons were magnificent, but seeing so many of them from so close feels like a dream. It’s so strange to think that I personally know each of them” I answer softly, words that makes him smile and hum as he too takes in the sight that our mates make.
“Those are peaceful moments that are very dear to me, and I hope that you will grow to like them just as much as I do. Being allowed this peace with the people that you love… it is a very special thing that not many dragons are granted”.
Seokjin turns his head towards us and I almost burst into laughter when I see him wink at us like he would in human form, there’s a playful glint in his eyes that helps to calm my mind and body, especially now that everything is so stable once more.
“Have you known the others for a long time, Namjoon? I heard about how Hoseok and Seokjin met, but that’s about it. It seemed to have happened a really long time ago though”.
The question flees my lips as quickly as it appears in my head, and the man makes a small sound as he thinks back to the past while resting his chin over my shoulder, more than conscious of the way it makes my heart skip a beat, though it’s mostly to make sure I hear him well.
“Hmm… the older us dragons get, the more we tend to lose track of time, so it would be hard to tell but… I have served at least five different kings in Goldwyn, and before that, I used to protect a smaller city where I was born, though it doesn’t exist anymore due to war. It’s actually during that war that I first met Yoongi”.
I raise my eyebrows in interest, five kings… I imagine he’s been at the castle for around three hundred years then.
“As you know, Yoongi’s way of fighting is pretty sneaky. That day, when war broke out and reached my city… the enemy tried to find every dragons that were hiding as humans to kidnap them. At the time… I believe it was the Ordyr Empire who tried to invade our territory. They wanted to get more of us as slaves, and since we’ve always lived in peace with the humans, they thought we’d be easy preys.
“Yoongi proved them wrong though. He was there that day, and he walked around and slit throats until every enemy soldiers were dead on the ground. Not a single soul saw him on the hunt up until he stopped in front of me with blood all over him. Needless to say that it was a very strange meeting between two mates”.
I lean slightly to the side to see Yoongi’s dragon head from where I am, and when I see the deep line of his mouth curled into a grin, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s still proud of that achievement of his.
“You didn’t fight back, then? Before Yoongi saved you, I mean” I ask Namjoon as I lean back against him out of my own volition, I’m getting used to feeling him so close now. It’s more comforting than I’d like to admit, but I also want to keep feeling that way.
“I was no knight back then. I had a weapon but barely knew how to use it. To be frank, protecting my city as a dragon was done more easily thanks to my aura that intimidated the smaller creatures than it was due to my fighting skills, so when the army attacked us… I didn’t know what to do. Shifting to my dragon form was too dangerous as I risked killing many of my neighbours and friends as well as exposing my identity, so the best I could do at the time was to hide within the crowd”.
I make a sound in understanding as I nod my head, I probably would’ve hid too in his shoes. If he’d tried to fight back, he might not be here with us today. He was lucky that no one noticed his golden eyes before it was too late.
Still, it’s curious to hear about their life from before they became dragon knights. One would expect that they were always at the castle to protect the Empire, but hearing their stories confirms that this is clearly a false belief.
“After Yoongi saved us, many knights from the Capital joined us and brought the people to safety. I remember feeling lost back then, I’d just lost my purpose after all, but Yoongi already knew that he would bring me back to the castle with him after I voiced that I would like to learn the art of swordsmanship like him. He took care of my training himself, and it’s not long after that when we met Seokjin, then Hoseok. A few years later brought us Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, and centuries later, you”.
“The baby of the group” I let out with a pout, because it’s the truth. I am in my twenties while they are in their… what? Four hundreds?
Namjoon chuckles, the warm sound sending tingles to my heart.
“You could be two hundred years old that you would still be our baby, my love. Age doesn’t mean much for dragons, though I’m well aware that it is everything for humans”.
Those last words are said carefully, and I can understand why he would be wary of that concept.
Why he would be scared of it.
I am a human.
We’re not meant to live past… fifty years old, though some rare people make it past their sixties before succumbing to illnesses.
While they’re happy to have me into their life at the moment, a new mate to cherish as they like to say, there will come a day when my death becomes a memory that will hurt them until their last breath, if it ever comes.
If we take into account my current age, we have at the most… thirty and a few years left together before I die.
“It’s unfair to the seven of you… getting a human mate like me seems like a very petty joke from the universe” I mumble with a frown, I already hate the simple thought of what my existence will do to them.
If I wasn’t careful of my thoughts, my mind would even wander towards a dangerous zone that I know they would burn down to a crisp if only they could. What’s even the point of this if I’m going to die soon anyway?
Namjoon’s arm around me squeezes gently, and he almost presses his lips onto my neck before voting against it after remembering what was decided earlier.
He instead inhales deeply before closing his eyes while the others listen intently, unable to do anything else as they cannot speak with words that I can understand.
“We don’t know yet why you were made our mate, Aithne, but there is so much that we have yet to know about ourselves that I wouldn’t be surprised if our mark changed you in some ways. We’ll have to keep an eye on your state for now, until we can make more sense of this. The bond is something indestructible, and the universe wouldn’t have given you to us if it was going to take you back just as fast.
“I do not want to make any wild guesses for now, but I would like for you to not worry about the unknown, and to not think about time and what of it is left or anything else that might take you from us. That’s all I ask of you, if you would accept that for me. Let us enjoy the time we spend together, and let us face the future as it comes”.
I purse my lips before softly settling one hand over his own that covers my waist, and he slowly parts his fingers so ours can intertwine together, my palm pressed to the back of his hand.
I don’t see how a human like myself could fit the lifespan of a dragon, but as he said, a human becoming the mate of multiple dragons, let alone one, is unheard of and filled with the unknown, so we cannot make any guesses of what might happen at the moment.
It’s anxiety inducing for sure, but maybe this is also the beginning of a change that the world is only seeing for the first time because of us.
“Do you think it might be possible that other humans might also be other dragons’ mates? What if we’re not the only ones in this situation? What if the others have simply… not met, yet?” I voice my new question aloud, one that has every dragons turning their eyes towards me.
None of them had even thought of that before, but it’s true. What if we were only the first of many others in the same situation?
“Then… we would have even more questions that need answers, dear” Namjoon answers, his mind running wild with all the possibilities that my question has brought to light.
Might this be a new era that will bring change to the world as we know it?
What has the universe in store for us?
NEXT
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Summer 2023 Sterek Exchange Round-up
the hale pack shares three braincells by @dyke-yoonji for @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes
The Rental Boyfriend by @evanesdust for @sterekbros
You and I Collide by @sterekbros for @evanesdust
Just Like His Father by @just-another-busy-fangirl-writes for @thinkingaboutelephants
Dude, Why Didn't You Tell Me Your Cousin Is Hot by @randomfanfic-er for @evadne01
When the Teacher Met the Agent by @dreamlandforever for @mintonarel
Beacon Hell by @arsenicalikat for @eevylynn
Where We Belong by @dreamlandforever for @arsenicalikat 
Why Can’t This Be Love? by @dreamlandforever for @mintonarel 
the summer we fell in love and slayed a dragon by @thinkingaboutelephants for @zwatchtowerz
The Wedding Date by @goddess47 for @jld71
Tomorrow could be another day by @zwatchtowerz for @peujeune
If the stars could speak I might understand by @peujeune for @dreamlandforever
for all those pages thumbed by @peujeune for @randomfanfic-er
my heart's on fire (and so is the building over there, fuck-) by @fixation-central for @goddess47
Love And Coffee by @jld71 for @fixation-central
The spark in you by @evadne01 for @dyke-yoonji
Thank you to everyone that participated this round! There are 17 wonderful fics to read from this round. Our next exchange for the Fall opens up September 23rd. Sign-up information will be posted on that date so check back for more then!
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Loud Love
sterek | T | 5k | ao3
established relationship, alpha Derek, alpha mate Stiles, 5+1, POV outsider, possessive behaviour, PDA
Summary: There wasn’t a single moment when they weren’t touching. They didn’t notice anyone — obsessed with each other, they were blind to all jealousy. The circle of one another’s arms encapsulated their world.
Close, tight, inseparable. They didn’t care if someone watched them, both lost in each other, entrapped.
for @kittenstiles
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