Seems a few of the familiars tend to go missing. Aka–Derek always seems to find his Betas–in any form. Aka an excuse to draw more animals.
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Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time.
That we could be exactly like we were.
Before we realized.
Mini Fic Rec
Stuck in Reverse by @crazyassmurdererwall
Explicit
65,656 words
Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.
Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.
Still, no one deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.
And it’s about time somebody told him that.
Dialogue prompt. Sterek number 9 or 30. Pretty please with a Derek on top?
Welp, this one got out of hand. I went with #9 and I hope you enjoy, Nonny! Thank you for the prompt.
Dialog Prompt#9: “You’re in love with her”
Derek drags Stiles through the front door of the rebuilt Hale House, a meaty fist twisted in the front of his red hoodie, claws poking holes in the cotton.
“A curse most foul is amiss; the only cure be true loves kiss!” Stiles smacks both hands over his mouth, amber eyes going round as dinner plates when the whole pack turns to stare at him.
“What the hell’s wrong with Stilinski this time?” Jackson asks, bored.
“Witches,” Derek replies, finally detangling himself from Stiles and stalking a few paces away. Erica laughs so hard she rolls off the couch.
“Do not guffaw, sweet lady, ‘tis true! This lovesick lad be sad and blue.” Stiles abruptly walks into the kitchen, returning moments later with duct tape firmly placed over his mouth.
“It’s like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one,” Isaac says with a mean-spirited smirk. Stiles flips him the bird and plops down onto the love seat, motioning magnanimously at Derek to fill the pack in on what transpired in the woods.
Derek sighs like he’s the one doomed to be a Disney prince, and sits down next to Stiles. “We were out patrolling, and Stiles trounced right into the middle of a magic circle where a witch was performing a love spell; he ruined the whole thing. Apparently she spent months preparing for the ritual, so you can imagine how pissed off she was.” The whole pack nods in understanding, which Stiles thinks is pretty rude. “She cursed him, disappeared in a puff of pink glitter and now he’s a poet. A really, really shitty poet.”
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