A HOUSE IN THE COUNTRYSIDE Allison/Malia: ‘and they were roommates’ for @tw-femslash-friday
It starts with Allison asking her a simple question – simple
but loaded after everything that’s happened. After the ghost riders brought her
back, after Monroe started on a crusade against the supernatural, after Scott
became the general in a war and their pack scattered trying to hold the front.
But really, it’s simple.
“Did you still want to go to France?” is all she asks, but
Malia’s lips part in surprise and her belly twists with the implications.
She can leave.
She can get out of this place.
She can turn back from this war.
“Yes,” she replies, knowing that their friends would
understand. Allison’s lips curl with a bright smile, so dazzlingly bright that
it shines light on a realization Malia’s been trying to hide.
Somewhere along the way, in the time between her
resurrection and the war, Malia fell in love with the dark-haired huntress.
Another request done 🙂 I didn’t know these would be so hard! The hardest part for me was including the white and deciding the color of the skintone. I really hope you enjoy this, I wanted to make it more Halloween-y
I certainly can! Here, have a college professor AU with oblivious, socially awkward Derek being wooed by Stiles with baked goods and bad puns!
Derek doesn’t know why the new professor annoys him so much– they’ve never so much as had a conversation with each other, but somehow that doesn’t matter. He’s seen him around campus a few times now and even that’s enough for Derek to know that there’s something about him.
He never seems to shut up, for one thing. And it isn’t just talking, no. It’s the way he talks. This guy treats conversation like it’s a whole body activity. Hands gesticulating wildly, shoulders shaking with laughter, shifting from foot to foot, that wide, mobile mouth open in amazement or stretching wide into a grin. It’s so unnecessary. Such a waste of energy. Derek gets exhausted watching him, but he can’t stop staring. It’s infuriating.
Two weeks into the semester he’s standing in the quad with Isaac, a fellow Chem professor, and the person Derek’s shared an office with for the last two years, when he spots the new guy coming towards them. He has a couple of binders tucked under one arm, a cup of coffee in the other, and he’s talking animatedly to Lydia Martin, math genius and all round terrifying human being. The fact the guy’s hands are full isn’t preventing his usual conversational flailing, and as Derek watches him he manages to slop coffee all down his own shirt.
“Who is that guy?” Derek mumbles, shaking his head.
Isaac follows his gaze. “The new Physics professor. Something Stilinski, don’t know his first name, but everyone calls him Stiles. He was some kind of child prodigy apparently. Super smart. A real innovator in his field. The dean loves him. He got Chris Argent’s old office.”
“Argent’s office? With the view of– but–how is that fair? I’ve been here ten years and he just turns up and bags Argent’s old office” Derek sputters. He glares in Stiles’ direction. The guy is standing under a tree a ways off, still chatting animatedly with Professor Martin, while she dabs at his ruined shirt with a tissue, a begrudging smile on her face. Something twists in Derek’s gut. “He’s basically a fetus.”
“He’s thirty, apparently,” Isaac says, “He just looks young. And I told you. The dean loves him. Says he’s gonna bring in a lot of money with his exciting new research on–” He waves a hand airily. “Something or other.”
Well that’s just great. That’s just fucking aces. It’s another thing to add to the growing list Derek’s compiling of reasons he hates this guy. This Stiles. Stiles, Derek sneers to himself, that’s not even a name, and he walks in and takes the best office? And gets the dean to love him. And somehow makes Lydia Martin, a woman so innately terrifying that Derek has spent five years avoiding her at all costs, smile?
Ugh. Who the hell does this guy think he is? With his stupid hands. And that mouth. And–
As Derek glares intently, Stiles looks up, catches his eye. He looks around in confusion and then, when he decides that no, Derek is actually looking at him, he flushes and tentatively lifts a hand and waves.
Derek’s jaw clenches. He blinks twice. Then he turns back to Isaac who’s watching him, one eyebrow raised.
“What?” Derek asks.
“Nothing.” Isaac smirks. Then says, “Thirsty, huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek mutters. “Let’s go get a drink.”
“That’s not– never mind.” Isaac trails after him to their favorite campus coffee shop.
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