jennoasis:

stacinadia:

For @sterekdrabbles!  September 3rd’s prompt was kit, free, prince, so I knew I had to write about werefox kit Stiles!  =3  Enjoy another kid fic!

Also on AO3.

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Derek was wandering through the forest far from home when he heard a soft whining sound.  Curious, he followed the sound into the underbrush.  

Lifting a low branch, he saw a little fox kit stuck in a trap.  The poor thing was whining pitifully and looking up at Derek with big brown eyes.  “Shh, I’ll get you out,” Derek said softly, then pried the trap open.  Werewolf strength was so useful, even if he was still little.

Free, the fox stepped gingerly on its paw, then climbed onto Derek and scented him happily, making Derek feel like a heroic prince.

Awwww.

allourheroes:

A sequel to yesterday’s fox-selkie Stiles drabble. For @teenwolfdrabbles word “moon.”

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Derek takes the fox-cloaked boy back to his den and sits him by the fire.

“You don’t change under the moon?” the boy asks, huddled. His eyes rove over Derek with sharp curiosity.

“Not if I don’t want to,” Derek answers, wondering how much the boy knows. Since waking, the fox boy has been alert.

The boy nods in understanding. “I haven’t been like this,” he gestures to himself, “for a long time. Not since my mother died.”

And Derek knows the ache reflected in the boy’s eyes, the sorrow that tangles in his wild scent. He settles in close.

gfdisterek:

alxdiamond:

The Fox Prince

Depending on your perspective, I’m either cheating or being efficient. For the @sterekdrabbles prompt: kit, free, prince; and for @smowkie’s sterek drabbles discord challenge: write a drabble with a pillow/blanket fort; AND for the @teenwolfdrabbles prompts: reason (daily) and surprise (weekly).

The pile of blankets in the ballroom surprised Derek, but not as much as the fox kit that burrowed deeper when Derek started dismantling the structure. He sat back on his heels and crossed his arms.

“You’re meant to be abed, Highness,” he admonished.

The young shapeshifter poked his head free of the quilts, chittered at Derek, and retreated again. Though he knew he should summon one of the prince’s minders, Derek also knew Stiles’s reasons for wanting solitude. The paint on his armor was fresh, but Derek was still a sworn knight.

He would stand guard through the night.

The young shapeshifter poked his head free of the quilts, chittered at Derek, and retreated again.

Why is that image so evocative and so cute? It might be the word chitter? Idk but I love it.