Teen Wolf superpowers AU: Boyd + invulnerability (7/_)
Tag vernon boyd
do you remember what time it was when you last saw her?—i don’t know, i can’t remember.
congrats on 1k followers!! you’re one of my favorite writers and I’m stoked to read all the ficlets :) my prompt is: drunk!stiles talking to/about derek. I hope this works for you!
Awww, thank-you so much! I decided to go with drunk!Stiles talking to Boyd about Derek, because lets face it, Boyd deserves all the love!
____________________It’s only six o’clock in the evening, but Stiles is already drunk. He’s been celebrating getting his PhD since 3pm, and he never could hold his alcohol worth a damn. “Here’s the thing, here’s the thing, here’s the–oof…” Stiles legs buckle under him a little and he clutches on tighter to Boyd’s shoulder.
“The thing?” Boyd says.
“Yes!” Stiles waves a finger in the air. “‘Xactly,” he slurs, “You get it. You–” He trails off, blinking owlishly, head swimming. It’s possible the tequila was a mistake.
Boyd rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure you’d have to finish the sentence for me to ‘get it,’” he says.
“Der’k,” Stiles says, trying to stand straighter and failing miserably.
Puffing out his cheeks, Boyd blows out a long suffering sigh. “What about Derek?”
“He’s soooooooooo– ohhhhhhh, look! Is that an owl? Is that a fucking owl?” Stiles lets go of Boyd and stumbles blurrily after the bird that’s just fluttered onto the sidewalk. “I’ve never seen an owl in real life before. Maybe it’s got my Hogwar’s letter.” He trips over a crack and almost goes flying.
A firm hand grips his shoulder, keeping him upright. “It’s a pigeon.” Boyd says firmly, turning him back around and looping an arm around him to keep him upright.
“Are’ya sure?”
“Pretty damn sure.”
“Well maybe Hogwarts sen’ pigeons now. Owl’s are prob’bly expensive. Pigeons are like–” he waves a hand airily, and nearly hits Boyd in the nose. “Y’know downsized. On a budget. Hadda make cutbacks.”
“The economy is in the toilet.”
Stiles looks up at him suspiciously, not sure about his tone. “You’re humorin’ me ‘cos I’m drunk.”
Boyd meets his gaze steadily, expression impassive. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Hmmmm.” Stiles blinks at him. “What Hogwarts house do you think Der’k would be in?”
Boyd stares back, saying nothing.
“Because,” Stiles continues, “When I firs’ met him I thought Slip– Sith–Slitherfin? The snakey one. Because he was all grrrr, alpha. Power. Ambishon. Y’know? Y’know?” He jabs Boyd with a boney elbow and tries to wink, but ends up closing both of his eyes instead. He sways a little unsteadily, everything feels extra spinny.
When he opens them again, Boyd is staring at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Bu’ now I’m like–like Der’k’s kinda brave y’know an’ also kinda loyal. An’ like– secretly kind. An’ his eyes are pretty.”
Boyd inhales deeply through his nose. “So?”
“So I can’t decide.” He clutches on to Boyd’s shirt and stares up at him wildeyed. “Wha’ house? You gotta help me decide!”
“Maybe he’s a hatstall.”
Stiles sniffs. “Not gonna lie, B, it’s kind of a giant turn on tha y’even know wha’ that means.”
Boyd grins then, just showing a little bit of fang. “Call me ‘B’ again and I’ll rip your spine out and force feed it to you.”
Stiles snickers. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he slurs in between choked off laughter. “God my fear responses are so fucked. So so so fucked. I blame Der’k.” Everything is Derek’s fault really. He’s so amazing. God, Stiles misses him.
“C’mon,” Boyd says, herding him along. “Let’s get you home.”
But Stiles has other plans. “No!” he says, trying to wriggle out of Boyd’s iron grasp and mostly failing. “No, we hav’ to go an’ fin’ Der’k.”
“Why?”
“Becauseeeee–” Stiles whines. “I have to tell him his eyes are pretty. An’ that he’s a hufflefish. Or a gryffinroar. He has to know, B–” he checks himself. “Boyd.”
“He really doesn’t–”
“An’, an’ I love him. I love him and I really wanna kiss him so bad,” Stiles says, feeling suddenly unaccountably sad. He’s never been to Hogwarts. He’s never kissed Derek. These are terrible injustices that he needs to rectify. “He has to know that I love him. I don’ think he knows tha’ yet.”
Boyd stops. Looks at him. Sighs, exasperated. “It might mean more if you say that to him sober.”
Stiles takes a deep breath through his nose, and tries to unscramble his thoughts. His stomach feels icky, like that one time he went sailing. “You’re righ’” he says, blinking. “Sober. You’re righ’.”
“I know.”
Boyd’s the best. His favorite of all Derek’s puppies. “You’re the best,” Stiles says. “You’re my favorite p-puppy.”
“Thanks,” Boyd says drily. “That means a lot.”
Stiles grins up at him. Then lurches forward and vomits all over his shoes.
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Thanks so much!
What if Boyd was the true Alpha? He’d be pushing against the mountain ash barrier inside the bank for days, only stopping when he collapsed. He’s always thinking about Erica and Cora, and how he felt he’d failed his sister, but he wouldn’t fail these two, they were his to protect even if he had to sacrifice himself to open the barrier.
DUUUUUDE. Yes I love it. I think @thisdiscontentedwinter talked about something like this at some point?
Scott would be so. mad. Just imagine the argument he would have with Deaton. Also this would negate the stupid Werewolf Jesus trope. I bet Peter would totally be interested in seeing what Boyd would get up to and Derek would be like “You can literally not do any worse than I did.“ so he’s willing to give it a try.
Isaac might go with Boyd? or maybe he’d stay with Scott because he felt bad that he didn’t have a pack? Lydia wouldn’t want to be in the same pack as Peter if there are other options and Scott’s an idiot but she can totally wrap him around her little finger so that works out. (Allison isn’t really in a pack? but she’s not in Boyd’s pack that’s for damn sure)
And of course Stiles goes from pack to pack for a while before realizing that he’s been spending most of his time with Boyd’s pack so oops sorry Scott, you snooze you lose.
And Scott goes off to college so Boyd steps up as The Actual Alpha of Beacon Hills and being awesome at it, they totally deal with threats (and don’t let them just…leave…if they’ve straight up killed people?) and help supernatural creatures that aren’t treats and it’s great. I might be tempted to actually write this one day.
True Alpha Boyd would have been amazing!
Cora, after learning Stiles can speak Polish: Do you think Stiles thinks in Polish or English?
Boyd: Bold of you to assume he thinks.
The baby betas go trick or treating :3
It’s not too soon for Halloween fanart, right? Right.
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular
You okay, Derek?
teen wolf aesthetics ▷▷ vernon boyd
au where kira and boyd had the friendship they deserved
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Boyd snorts as she gracelessly takes another bite, not even trying to catch the bit of sauce as it tumbles down her shirt. “You’re a dork,” he says.
Kira simply smiles at him through a mouth of extra cheesy pizza. “I’m your favorite dork,” she singsongs. “Now help me put away these video games before my mom kills us for all the noise.“
He sighs, but does as he’s told and wraps his controller up in its chord, putting it in its place underneath her little TV. After a beat, he asks, “Do you think I could stay the night?”
From her place crouched in front of the small stand her television sits on, she shrugs.“Sure. It’s not like my parents will care.” She pauses, then turns on her heel and frowns at him. “Things aren’t getting bad again, are they?” she asks sincerely.
Shit. He hasn’t been asked that since… well, the last time Kira asked that. He huffs. “No,” he says defensively. “I just don’t feel like waking your parents or taking a crappy bus home.”
She nods and stands abruptly. “Fair enough,” she agrees. “I’ll go call your mom.” She turns and walks out the door, taking care to call over her shoulder, “Don’t play without me!” on the way out.
Even as she goes, he can’t help but smile. He has to be at least a little lucky to have found a friend in Kira Yukimura.
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