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wildflowerdylan · 3 years ago

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WITH BENEFITS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings : Smut-like content, 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.

Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

Lydia and Kira burst into my apartment to find me in a pink faux leather mini skirt and a lace corset top. “Hey, gorgeous!” Lydia chimed, looking me up and down. “Hi,” I hum back. “Grab anything from the fridge.” The two nod and snatch something out as I finish fixing my hair in the mirror. Once I’m done, I walk over to sit next to them. “So…” Lydia begins. I look at her for a moment, before turning to look at my cup. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks and you and Stiles have done nothing but avoid each other.” I nod my head, “I know…” Kira speaks up softly, “Maybe that’s for the best though?” We both turn towards her. “I mean, they have been arguing less.” I laugh slightly, but Lydia is not as amused. “Yeah, but they aren’t arguing because neither one is hanging out with the group anymore.” I looked at her quickly, “Stiles isn’t going either?” She shakes her head, “He leaves the apartment until Scott texts him to come back.” I sigh, “It’s hard to burry the hatchet, you guys…” They both sit in silence, knowing this is true. Another knock hits my door before two couples walk in - Allison and Isaac and Mason and Corey. We all say our hello’s and they begin to pregame for the soon-to-be party as well. This meant that, luckily, the conversation steers away from Stiles and I... until Liam and Malia come in.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the first time Y/N and Stiles are going to be in the same room since the ultimatum was made?” Everyone turns to Malia. “I know I’m not great with social cues, but come on… We need a game plan.” Everyone stays silent, not sure what to say. “She’s right.” I speak suddenly, surprising everyone. “How are we supposed to plan for you guys to not bitch at each other? If it was that easy, there wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.” Liam comments quickly. I nod my head in agreement, “I know… But we’ve never tried this plan…” I pick up a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “The only time Stiles hasn’t made me wanna kill him is when I’m drunk.”

So, that’s what we did. We all got drunk off our asses in the spirit of making tonight as good as possible. About an hour and ten shots each later, we all started our walk to Scott and Stiles’ apartment for their party. We each walked in and were all greeted by the two hosts despite there already being a rather large crowd. Everyone at the party was pretty drunk, but no one was as drunk as us. A few hours and many more drinks passed before Stiles finally walked over to me. “Hey,” He forced. I rolled my eyes at him, too drunk to care. “Let’s go dance!” I said excitedly. The boy furrows his brows in confusion at me, “Aren’t you supposed to hate me still…” I laugh and shove him playfully, “We’re being friendly now, remember?” Stiles looks at me and laughs slightly, finally realizing how out of it I am.

It was now almost 2:00 AM and everyone but the pack members had left. Scott and Kira had fled to his room not too long ago and the other two couples had left around midnight. Malia was passed out in the corner while Lydia and Liam were arguing about who is Scott’s favorite - an argument that really had no answer to, but in their drunken state needed to be argued.

Conversely, Stiles and I were still dancing. It was a great night, especially for Scott’s ultimatum.

I felt myself yawn, “I think it’s time for me to go home.” Stiles looked down at me, arms still warped around my waist drunkenly. He nodded his head before gasping excitedly, “Stay here!” I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and then looked around at the dirty living room. “Come on, Y/N!” Stiles slurred. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” I laughed at him, not used to seeing this side of him. “Stiles, this place is a disaster.” He looked around for himself before nodding happily, “Stay in my room!” I looked at him in astonishment. “Your room?” He nodded again, “Yeah! I mean Scott wants us to be friends, what’s more friendly than that?” I smiled up at him, his words making a whole lot of sense. “Okay!” We drunkenly walked up the steps to his bedroom, just barely avoiding falling down them. He led me to his room and opened the door. “What?” He smiles as he notices me still standing in the doorway. “Your room,” I smile, “It’s exactly as I would’ve imagined it to be.” He smiles at me sloppily, “You’ve seen my room before.” I nod my head, “Yeah, but I never really looked...” He just smiles again before nodding and sifting through his drawers.

“Do you need a change of clothes?” I shrugged, “I can just sleep in this.” He turns to look at me up and down, “Are you sure?” I shrug again. “I guess I could get a little more comfortable…” He nods his head once, not taking his eyes off me as a new wave of feelings hit me. I unzip my shirt and let it fall down to the ground, revealing the small black underwear on my body. “Got a shirt?” I smirk, still not totally sure of what I was doing. Stiles nods with a nervous gulp before grabbing the closet t-shirt he could feel without tearing his eyes off of me. Stiles threw the shirt over to me, watching as I caught it with ease and turned around. I rip my top off, revealing my bare back to him, and then I slip the t-shirt on over my head. I turn around again and smile. Stiles gulps again before ripping his own shirt and pants off quickly. “Mind if we share a bed?” He says just barely above a whisper. I shake my head and watch as he slips under the covers just before I follow his move. We both turn on our sides and face each other delicately. “You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when I’m drunk.” He laughed quietly, “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re drunk, too.” I scoff and shove him playfully again, but this time Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me slightly closer.

“What are you doing?” I say barely above a whisper, my eyes traveling back and forth from his own eyes and his lips. Stiles doesn’t answer me, but instead takes my gaze as permission. He fills the gap between up in and places his lips on my own. At first, I was taken aback. What the hell was this kid doing? More importantly, why did I like it?

I slithered my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He groaned into my mouth as I inched closer. Stiles began moving his lips down my neck, his hand traveling down my body. I moaned in response before rolling over and straddling him. I sat up and looked huim into his eyes the way he did into mine - with hunger. “Stiles,” I started, through labored breath after the heavy makeup session we just had. “Are you sure we should do this?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like we’re about to ruin a friendship or anything.” I chuckled slightly, nodding my head. “Great,” I smirked. He mirrored my expression but with anticipation. I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt and ripped it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I heard him gasp lightly, “God help me…” I bend down and continue the kiss, but Stiles isn’t satisfied. He rolls me over quickly, removing what was left on my body and diving right in. To say this boy’s tongue was magical is an understatement. It wasn’t too long before I was doing the same to him and listening to his grunts like the radio. He eventually pulled me back up, not wanting to cum in my mouth. We proceeded to roll around the bed in as many positions as we could think of in our drunken state before we both finally finished. We both move to slam our backs into the bed and look up at the ceiling breathlessly. “Whoa.”

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sweet-pea-channie · 2 years ago

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Forbidden Love - S.S. AU Pt.5

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Words: +6.5k

Warnings: mention of abortion, angst, fluff, happy ending

A/N: The last and final part of Forbidden Love for you guys! Thank you so much for sticking by! I really appreciated your feedback and I’d love to read some more :) I really like the series and I hope you do, too! It was so much fun to write it even though I had to google so much because I wasn’t always sure, if they already had watches and stuff like that :D But anyways, have fun reading the final part of Forbidden Love!

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"Damn it," you grumbled, throwing the ribbons on the floor in anger. Once again they weren't long enough and if you went back to Beatrice now and asked for new ones, she would know immediately what was the matter.

To make a long story short, the ribbons for your corset were once again too short, just like a few weeks ago. And there was only one reason for that. You were pregnant, to sum it up quickly.

Starting with loss of appetite and pulling abdominal pain, to fatigue and exhaustion. There was everything that pointed to a pregnancy. And when your bleeding finally stopped, it was clear to you. After you went to town to see a midwife, she could only confirm that you were pregnant. Of course, you also thought a few times about terminating the pregnancy in certain ways because life as a single woman with a child at the castle was not so easy. No man would want you anymore. But the thought that the child could possibly look like the father and also be a piece of him made the whole decision much easier for you.

Meanwhile, it wasn't so easy to hide the pregnancy, either. Until recently, the belly was not really visible, and you could hide it under your skirts and dresses. But now the belly was getting bigger and bigger, and slowly the corsets were getting too tight.

"Come on, I'll help you," you heard Adela suddenly behind you. You quickly turned around and tried as best you could to lift the corset tightly behind your back so that she wouldn't notice.

"I didn't even hear you come in," you said, turning your back to her, so she could lace your corset tighter.

"I was just walking by and thought I'd stop by and see you. You weren't at breakfast today, so I was a little worried," she replied and began to lace the corset. Furthermore, you held your breath and pulled your stomach in as best you could.

“I wasn't feeling so well. I preferred being outside in the fresh air."

“Well, pregnancy symptoms like that don't go away overnight either," she added, now hiding the cord in your skirt.

Shocked, you turned around and looked at your friend with wide eyes. She just smiled at you and pulled a little more on your corset as if she had just said something normal. "How did you...?"

"It's quite easy to figure it out if you pay close attention, Y/N. Your skin is glowing, and you're quite sensitive about certain smells, let alone the nausea you've been trying to suppress and hide all this time," she replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, but I thought maybe I could keep it a secret as long as possible. Maybe someone else would have come to the castle, liked me a lot, and I could slip the kid to them. But now it's already too late anyway. I can't really hide the belly anymore," you confessed to her, lowering your gaze downward.

"And why don't you go back to the kid's father and try again?"

"To Stephan in France?" you lied, trying not to make the situation worse.

"I don't see why Stiles would be in France, but I was thinking more along the lines of you going back to him."

If you were shocked before, you were even more so now. You didn't even know what to answer. But luckily, Adela took care of that for you. "Y/N, even when Stiles arrived here at the castle I knew who he was, and I have to say I was a little confused why he would pretend to be the cousin of France's prince. But then when I realized how much time you spend together, it was clear to me."

"Oh Adela," you sighed and sat down on the sofa next to you. Adela did the same and sat down next to you. "I feel so bad. I owe you an apology for so many things."

"You don't have to feel bad. And most of all, you didn't have to keep the pregnancy to yourself. We all would have been there for you. Even if the baby's father isn't. But just tell me this, Y/N. How do you know each other? And why is the king of one of the greatest empires pretending to be someone he definitely is not?" she finally asked you.

You sighed and looked at your friend. Not really knowing where to start, you began to finally tell her the truth. "Stiles and I have known each other since we were kids. I grew up in the village and at one point was lucky enough to work at the castle. You must know that I am not a lady-in-waiting and never have been. I was just a simple kitchen maid who had been deeply in love with the prince since childhood. And he had also felt exactly the same. Eventually, everything came to light and I had to leave the castle. Queen Claudia sent me on a ship, but Noah was able to prevent worse and made it possible for me to live with the fake title... I'm sorry that I've been playing you all this time."

"You're still you, even if you have a better reputation now, you've always remained yourself. I could feel it from the beginning that you were a heart person. You didn't care who talked to you. Was it the workers here in the castle, or my mother. You treated everyone here the same, and that's what I really appreciate about you, Y/N. Of course, this all makes a lot of sense to me now that you've told me this. But let me know one more thing, why didn't you travel back with Stiles?"

"I have you guys here, here was my new home. Here I'm a lady-in-waiting and there I'm just a kitchen maid. It wouldn't change my reputation, even if Stiles is now the king. In the eyes of most there at the castle, I will forever remain what I once was. But now, with the knowledge of having a child by him, I don't know if I may have made the wrong decision after all," you admitted, seeing in Adela's face that she could completely feel for you.

"You still have the option to go back to him. You've made a name for yourself here that no one can take away from you, even if you were a kitchen maid in your former life. You have grown up and shown everyone here what a strong personality you have. Without you, I wouldn't be the person I am today. You shaped me a lot, Y/N," she smiled at you and took your hand to squeeze it a little tight, just like Stiles had always done to show you that everything was okay.

"Are you serious?"

"If you really want to go to Stiles, then do it. I'm married now and no longer depend on your help. While it would be nice to continue to have you as one of my best friends here at the castle, I can see how not being able to be with Stiles is weighing on you. I've noticed all these years that something was missing from you, but I never knew what. I thought it was Archie at first, but all this time it's just been Stiles. And don't worry about Claudia, you have us behind your back. We will strengthen you and not let you leave court empty-handed, I promise you that."

"What if Stiles has since found someone and fallen in love all over again? He said his mother was looking for a new wife for him and that was in the winter. It's almost summer now. What if I'm late?" you asked, finally putting out loud the question that had been haunting you for a few days. Of course, you knew that you would never have the chance to marry Stiles. Your reputation just wasn't made for that. But the fear that he might find someone and love them more than you plagued you for several nights.

"You won't know until you find out. There's a ship leaving the port in a few days to go to New Spain. You could be on board. Of course, again, it will take time for you to get there, but I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I didn't even say goodbye to Stiles, I just left him a pathetic letter. I'm sure he was so disappointed in me that he doesn't even want to see me anymore..." you mumbled and got up from the sofa to go to the window. You couldn't sit still any longer, as the conversation with Adela once again threw your whole thoughts into confusion.

"I think when he sees the reason for your visit, he will do anything but send you back. Why don't you take a bath first? I'll let the girls know to run you one. Then you can talk to them again, and I'll sort out everything else if you tell me now that you want to go back. Unless you want to stay here," Adela suggested.

"I want to see Stiles, yes."

You can't describe the feeling you had when the ship docked at the port of your old home. 71 days had passed since you had boarded the ship with all your belongings. Even though the situation was completely different this time, you felt the same as last time, not knowing what to expect.

Adela had kept her promise and had made sure that all your belongings came on board with you, as well as your papers that you had received from Noah back then. She made sure to add a few words, of course, to make your arrival at the castle easier. After all, not just any random person was allowed to travel to the castle.

Although the thought of seeing Stiles worried you the most, you were also happy to see your family again, should nothing have happened to them in the meantime. But first, you had to make sure that Stiles heard the news. The ship that sailed to New Spain was full of goods and actually only intended as a freight transport, so the longer it took until you could leave the ship and find someone to take care of you there. When the harbor finally emptied, you found a carriage with a nice man who offered to take you to the castle for a few gold coins.

And so you found yourself on the way to the castle. The driver of the carriage recently said that it wouldn't be long since you had been traveling for a while, and yes, he was right. The watch that you had received from Stiles at that time clearly showed that several hours had already passed since your arrival at the harbor and that it was not far to the castle. The surroundings also already seemed familiar to you.

And it wasn't until you had driven past your old village that you were so truly aware that you were back home. You couldn't hold back the few tears that ran down your cheek. After three years, you were back, even though you thought you would never set foot in the country again.

Finally, the time had come, and you could see the castle as you stuck your head out of the carriage window. It was still far away on the horizon, but it was clearly visible. With one hand on your now clearly growing belly and one hand in front of your mouth to suppress possible sobs, you hoped that everything would turn out well for you in the end. At least for you and the baby.

When you finally stood outside the castle and the guards at the gates asked for an invitation, you opened the door to the carriage and pressed into their hands the papers Adela had given you. It said that the Queen of Monaco sent you with the ulterior motive of finding new alliances. And so the gates to the castle opened for you again.

With shaky legs, you got out of the carriage and asked the driver to take your chest with your valuables out of the carriage first, that someone else would then take care of it. He thanked you when you gave him a few more coins and sent him back on his way to the city.

In the courtyard, a few people had already gathered and were watching who arrived at the castle. But you didn't know any of the faces. So you thought of going straight in to look for Stiles there. But on the way there, someone you were very happy to see caught your eye. "Alice!"

Alice stopped at the call of her name, but didn't turn around at first to see who had called out to her. The voice was all too familiar to her, only she didn't dare turn around, thinking it was impossible. "Alice!"

But when she heard you calling for the second time, she finally turned around and dropped the basket she had been holding. And with a leap, set to running in your direction. As good as you could, you came to meet her and threw your arms around her slender body when she finally reached you. You heard Alice start to sob, holding tightly to your robe that you had put on to hide the pregnancy for now.

"Oh, Y/N. It's really you," she murmured after quite a while. "It's really you."

"It's really me," you repeated, holding her an arm's length away from you, "It's so good to see you, Alice."

"What are you doing here? And where have you been all this time? How did you get into the castle?" she asked without taking a breath, looking around frantically. "What if someone sees you?"

"Alice, take a breath," you smiled and grabbed her hand to pull her behind you. Alice reached out for the abandoned basket on the way and followed you across the backyard to the garden, where you sat down by the fountain. "Are you all right?" you asked her first thing, straightening her apron, which was almost coming loose from her dress as the loop became loose. "How have you been the last few years?"

"Not much has changed with me. Helena's gone. She met someone who works a few villages away, and she left the castle when she moved in with him. Since then, I've been here alone at the castle still with the others from the kitchen, you know," she replied, nodding her head towards the kitchen. "But I don't want to talk so much about myself. As I said, not much has changed. But I want to know everything about you. What the hell are you wearing?" she asked, pulling at the robe you were wearing, opening it in the front. And when she saw what you were hiding underneath, she held her breath and looked at you in shock.

"I was in Monaco at the castle, and I was by the side of Adela, the princess there. And yes, by the side means one of the three ladies of her court," you nodded and began your narrative. Starting with the letter Noah had captured for you and how Stiles had visited you over half a year ago. "Adela advised me to return and tell Stiles. He deserves to know about his child, after all."

"I can't believe any of this," Alice said, shaking her head. "Everyone had said you'd probably be working far away in a hull somewhere, if Claudia hadn't foreseen worse things for you. If only we'd known you were all right after all, we wouldn't have worried so much."

"I had tried to write to you, but my letters never reached you all. After that, I had given it up and resigned myself to the fact that my old life was untouchable for me," you replied. "But I couldn't believe it any more than you could. And then one day Stiles stood before me, pretending to be Stephan."

"Stiles had told the castle he had been to Saint Lucia to visit Caroline's family. He was going there to look for a new wife. And all the time he was with you in Monaco," she murmured. She still couldn't believe how lucky you had been.

"He tried to persuade me to come back, but I was just too scared, I think. But now I know I had made a mistake. Actually, I shouldn't have slept with him at all, and I managed to prevent it all the time, except for the last night before he left. That's why I have to go looking for him now."

“As far as I know, they are in the Cabinet Room. I guess they have something to talk about. At least that's what we overheard at noon today when we were preparing lunch," Alice replied. "Oh no, I think I know what they have to talk about."

"Like what?"

"I don't think it was really a complete lie from Stiles when he claimed to be traveling to Saint Lucia. After all, he had only announced he was going to marry Caroline's little sister as soon as she reaches the age now to keep the alliances going. I'm sure they'll discuss it there."

"When was this announced?" you asked in shock, hardly able to believe what Alice had just told you.

"Just a few weeks ago. Right after, he came back from the trip. Caroline's sister's birthday is in a few months, and she'll be ready to enter into the act of marriage, Y/N!"

You nodded and stood up from the bench before closing the robe back in front of your stomach and crossing your arms over it. "Okay then, I better hurry up and actually go see him now. I'll come back by your place later, no matter what, okay?"

"Aren't you afraid of Claudia?"

"Not anymore," you shook your head and looked toward the castle. "I have someone who is very supportive of me through all of this. And if things go wrong, I have plenty of options. I'm more afraid of how Stiles will react after I let him travel back alone."

"Okay, you know where to find me," Alice said before standing up and giving you another tight hug. "I can't wait to tell the others you're back."

You smiled at her as you broke away from her and sent her on her way back to the kitchen. Once again you took a deep breath before making your way to the castle. Your legs trembled as you thought about Stiles getting married again soon.

You held the letters from Adela and her mother tightly in your hands as you walked through the old familiar corridors of the castle, making your way to the Cabinet rooms. Cabinet rooms were made for spending time away from aides and guards, mostly to discuss secret things that really shouldn't concern anyone. And so this was actually the perfect room to tell Stiles that you were pregnant.

Your heart beat faster and faster as you got closer to the room and when you finally stood in front of the doors, you pushed the papers into the guards' hands. One of them briefly read through what was written on it and took one look at you from head to toe. You weren't sure if he recognized you or if he was just surprised that a woman was sent to make alliances. Eventually, he opened the door for you and stepped aside, so you could pass them.

Before heads turned towards the door, you could already see him standing there. Next to the large wooden table, he stood with his crown on next to his mother and the Lord Chancellor, who was already standing by Noah's side. He was the first to see you standing under the door, as he was standing at the table turned directly to you. Shocked, he looked you in the eye before nudging Claudia's arm. And before she could turn to the door, you already entered. Stiles was the next to see you, and he too looked at you in shock. More with joy, though, instead of shock. He could hardly believe that you were standing there in front of him.

"Guards!" was the first thing you heard Claudia yell when she finally spotted you. "Arrest her and throw her into the dungeons! And, yes, fasten the shackles tightly on her!"

"Stop!" you interjected, raising your hand up with the papers. "Before you do anything, you have to know that I am with child. And I am sure that you wouldn't want to be responsible for starving the mother of your future grandchild to death. Also, I think that this here, could be really beneficial for you."

"With child?" you heard Stiles mutter as his mother walked up to you and tore off your robe to expose your belly.

"It can't be. You're telling tall tales," she said, looking at her son.

Stiles ignored his mother and walked around the table to approach you. He put his hands on your stomach and looked you in the eye while saying, "Is it true?"

You nodded and smiled at him. All the fear you had about meeting him and telling him the news were gone when you saw the look on his face. He wasn't angry at all, his features didn't show any hatred or anything like that. "They say there's a very good chance it will be a boy."

"Listen to her Stiles! She's trying to foist a child on you that can never be yours!"

"Mother, that's enough!" finally snapped Stiles at his mother, turning to her. He stood in front of you to protect you and show you that he would be there for you. "I know for a fact that it's my child. After all, I was also the one who visited her in Monaco and put the baby in her. I have never been to Saint Lucia. I had Louis the Envoy handle all that."

"Stiles! How could you?!"

"How could I? How could you send her away then? After all, Father was so helpful and turned everything around, so she could get to a much better place and live at the castle again without you having your fingers in the pie. Who knows how she would have fared in Morea!" Stiles defended himself and warned his mother by gesticulating wildly.

"I've been wondering all along why I haven't heard about her. My contacts in Morea didn't tell me she had never arrived there. Tell me, Missy, what have you been up to that you can wear such a beautiful dress?"

"Don't talk to her like that," Stiles warned his mother, taking a step toward her.

You, however, put a hand on Stiles' shoulder and pushed him a little to the side, so you could walk past him to stand right in front of Claudia. "What I have done is to stand by the Princess of Monaco, to be a friend to her and to help her through difficult times, but also to laugh and celebrate together with her. All this I owe to a good person who has a much bigger heart than you can ever have. What I have done is just be myself, and thus I have managed to be one of Adela II of Monaco's best friends. And that's exactly why I have this with me."

You handed Stiles the papers Adela had given you and gave him a quick nod to assure him that it was good news. Stiles took them from you and removed the band that held the papers together, spreading everything out on the table in front of him. Chancellor Manro took one of the papers and also looked at what was written on them. Claudia just stood there and watched the whole event. She didn't like this happening at all.

Stiles skimmed the papers and couldn't believe his eyes at what he had in front of him, neither could Chancellor Manro. "This is incredible. That would be worth so much more than anything else."

"What's going on here?" asked Claudia finally, squeezing in next to Stiles to skim the documents as well.

Meanwhile, you took Stiles' arm and pulled him aside a bit, so you could ask him something undisturbed. Stiles took your hand and accompanied you to the other side of the room and opened a door that led to another room where you could be completely undisturbed. He closed the door behind him and looked you up and down again. "I thought I was really never going to see you again this time, Y/N."

"I was also convinced not to come, but the situation did not make it easy for me to stay in Monaco," you answered.

Stiles walked back to you and put a hand on your belly again, because he still couldn't believe that you were pregnant with his child. He also had no doubt that it was his child. He didn't insinuate that you were possibly trying to foist it on him, no way. "I'm grateful to you for coming here and letting me be a part of this."

"I don't want this child to grow up without a father, Stiles. I know how hard it was growing up without a mother and I don't want our child to have to go through that," you confessed to him, placing your hand on his that still lingered on your stomach. "Is it true? Is it true that you're going to marry Caroline's sister?"

"Yes," Stiles murmured, looking down at the floor. He was silent after that, not daring to look at you. Even though the news, hit you hard again, you had expected it and somehow also resigned yourself to the fact that you just weren't made for each other. That's why you didn't come back with him and continued to go your own way. Maybe you could live with the fact that you were not the woman at his side. Why your view had changed so much was what was growing in your gut right now.

"Marry me."

Stiles lifted his head as he made the statement and looked you in the eye to see your reaction. But you just looked at him with wide eyes and had your mouth open a little. You had to process what words had come out of his mouth first, because you had never expected those two words. "What?"

"Let's get married, already tomorrow. The priest can leave right away tomorrow morning, and then we can be married by the evening. We can-"

"Is that what you really want?"

"That's all I've ever wanted, Y/N. Only I thought it would never be possible. But now I'm the king, no one can tell me what I can and can't do, not mother or anyone else. If I want to marry you, I will. I don't care what anyone else thinks or says. All that matters is that we want this, that you want this... Do you even want this, Y/N?" asked Stiles, taking your hands in his. "Do you want to marry me?"

Although you had to process what Stiles had just said, you nodded quickly and felt the smile spread across your face. "Yes. Yes!"

Stiles smiled back and wrapped his arms around your body. You hugged him tightly and buried your face in his shoulder, where you first took a deep breath to understand what had just happened. The whole trip back home, where you were shaking so much because you didn't know how everything would turn out for you, had paid off. You would leave that room with so much more than you could ever dream of.

"I can't believe I'm really going to have you with me forever now," Stiles whispered, kissing your temple while still holding you close.

"And what are we going to do about your mother? She'll never accept this," you asked him as you broke away from him again. Stiles put his hands on your cheeks and held your face like that, so you could just look at him and not have the chance to look away.

"Let me worry about that. You just saw Manro's reaction. I'm going to use that to convince him that this is the only right idea. The papers you brought from Adela are worth a lot. An alliance with Monaco, which also has France behind it, is strong. So we would have one of the biggest countries in the Middle East on our side. This alliance would strengthen us much more than one with Saint Lucia. Mother will just not know that there is a wedding tomorrow. I will send her to the city with the belief of organizing something for the wedding with Caroline's sister. And by the time she gets back, it will be almost too late," Stiles replied, nodding several times as he told you so.

"Okay," you mumbled, taking one of his hands in yours to squeeze it tightly twice. Stiles laughed briefly when he noticed you mimicking his typical gesture and squeezed tightly twice as well. "It's going to be okay."

"Everything will be fine," he repeated, looking toward the door. "I think someone outside will be happy to see you, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Your father. He is still working here at the castle. After mother kicked him out as well, the first thing I did was bring him back. So I did with your sister, she takes care of the farm horses with the others," Stiles replied.

"You did that?"

"Of course. Your family wasn't doing too well when you had to leave, and so I didn't want them to have to work in the village for little pay, so I brought them both here and made sure they were doing as well as possible."

You shook your head, unable to believe what a kind person Stiles is. Even though you were miles away, and he didn't even know where you were, he was making sure your family was okay. You couldn't hold back anymore and walked up to Stiles again and finally kissed him. Stiles smiled into the kiss before deepening it and hugging you tightly to him. "The secrecy is over now, Y/N."

You broke away from him and stroked his cheek once before walking back to the door and opening it. Claudia was still standing there with Chancellor Manro, arguing with him loudly, though you ignored that and just walked past them, Claudia calling out to you several times. You heard Stiles say something to her as you walked past the guards outside, but not before Stiles made sure of something else. "Y/N has the right to walk anywhere in the castle and go inside where ever she wants to, do you understand, guards?"

It was as if you had never left the castle. You knew the paths here at the castle by heart and always knew exactly where to go to get to your destination. However, it took a while until you could spot your father. After all, it was already late, and he could have been on his way home, but when you made a detour into the castle garden, you saw him sitting on a bench while eating a sandwich, and fortunately he was not alone. Because next to your father sat your sister, who was eating the bread together with him.

A smile spread across your face as you saw the two of them sitting there so happily together. Both of them had probably had a great day here at the castle and were now sharing their stories with each other, it looked like. So you walked closer to them and saw your sister raise her head when she saw someone coming in her field of vision. Her facial expression changed so rapidly that tears could only well up in your eyes, and you could see her slap your father on the arm with one hand so that he, too, would look in your direction. He raised his head and dropped his bread in fright. You came closer and closer to the two, but before you could take the last steps towards them, your father stood up and ran to you. He was so euphoric that he couldn't get a word out, so he wrapped you in his arms, where you could only hear his sobs, and shortly afterwards you felt another pair of arms wrap around your body.

"Y/N," you heard your sister whimper as you too took her tightly in your arms. Tears ran down your cheeks, so you couldn't get a single word out and just held them both tightly in your arms.

"I thought I would never see you again," your father said after he finally managed to pull himself together.

"Believe me, that's what I said," you confessed, breaking away from their embrace.

Your sister immediately knew what was going on and opened your robe to see your belly, and although she could guess it, she gasped out loud once. Your father followed her gaze and could clearly see that you were pregnant. He smiled at you and stroked your cheek with his hand. He was so happy to see you, especially to see that you were doing so well. All the while he could only hope that his request back then with Noah could do some good, but seeing you standing there in front of him like that, he knew Noah had done everything he could to make sure you would be okay.

"That reminds me, Father. Will you walk me down the aisle?"

"Y/N, what?" stammered your father, not understanding what was going on. "Is the child's father somewhere here? Did you two travel here?"

"I've always been here," you heard Stiles, who had been watching the whole thing from a distance. The three of you turned and watched Stiles approach you until he stopped beside you. Your father and sister greeted him appropriately, though they still didn't understand what was going on.

"I don't really understand," your sister mumbled as she looked back and forth between you and Stiles.

"There's a lot to talk about," Stiles answered for you, taking your hand in his. "But why don't we go inside together? It'll be dark soon, and then it'll get nippy out here pretty quick, too."

"Okay," your father replied before grabbing his bag. Your sister was still very shocked and confused and just followed you two while you put your free arm around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to you as you walked into the castle together.

"I still can't believe you're about to marry Stiles," Alice said as she helped you with the final details.

"I even less so. I really expected anything yesterday morning, but not this. There was no way I was thinking of standing here now, waiting for the moment that I could become Stiles' wife.... Do you know how often I used to wish for that even though I knew it would never be a reality? I used to lie in bed at night and imagine what it would be like to live here at the castle as Stiles' wife."

"And now it's just reality," Alice finished the sentence just before there was a knock at the door.

The guards opened the door and let your father in, who for the first time in his life was not wearing his work clothes here at the castle, but had been freshened up by Stiles himself and given his own clothes.

"You look fantastic, Y/N," was all your father brought out as he looked at you. You smiled at him and took one last look at yourself in the mirror before Alice asked you to bend over, so she could put the hair ornament on you.

"Thank you," you replied, giving her another tight hug before leaving the room with your father to go to the great hall. "And before I forget...this room is yours from now on."

"What?" asked Alice in shock, looking at you with wide eyes. "You mean... does that mean... I get to live here at the castle now?"

"Of course," you replied, looking around the room. "You more than deserve it, Alice."

Alice smiled at you and jumped into your arms one last time. "Now go out there and show them that a princess or queen doesn't always have to marry a king! Show them what kind of woman you are!"

So with your torso erect and a proud grin on your lips, you walked up to your father and hooked your arm around his. And no matter how many times that thought crossed your mind last night, you couldn't stop thinking about it. If even one person had told you five years ago that you would one day marry Stiles, you would have laughed coldly at that person and asked them if they were okay, even though it had always been your greatest wish at the time.

Your father sensed that you were deep in thought and decided to walk with you towards the hall in a comfortable silence. For him, too, it was all so sudden, without warning, and now he suddenly had the opportunity to live at the castle where he had always worked almost all his life. Nevertheless, he had decided to move with your sister to the house on the hill, which was still on the grounds of the castle, but he could have his peace there.

Your life had improved a bit more than three years ago, but now the leap from lady-in-waiting to wife of the king and thus to become queen was a much bigger leap. One that you first had to get used to. Stiles assured you last night that he would teach you everything little by little over time, but that you should concentrate completely on the pregnancy for the time being. After all, he didn't want to catch you off guard and over stress you, either. After all, that wouldn't wear well on the baby.

So now you were standing just outside the great hall, where you could already hear the music and knew that it would only be one or two more steps until you could see Stiles. You were more excited than afraid. You didn't care what the others could possibly think, as long as you kept your eyes firmly on Stiles, everything would be fine.

"Ready?" your father asked you, hearing you take one deep breath.

"Ready for a better life, Father," you replied, smiling at him once more before you walked through the large gates and your eyes met Stiles'.

Stiles' smile was unmistakable, he was beaming from ear to ear, because finally the woman he had always wanted to marry was standing in front of him in an unbelievably beautiful white dress, making her way to become his wife.

And so it happened that once a simple kitchen maid married her great love, the king of one of the greatest countries.

The End

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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I've been rewatching the show, and I just realized something and I'm not sure if its been said before or not, but there's a scene where Stiles says "why does it always feel like you're batman and I'm robin?" And its a little fight where Stiles just gives up, right? But then I remembered Erica, who always called Stiles Batman, and instead of making Erica a sidekick (robin) he calls her catwoman and honestly its a friendship I wish had more screen time. Like, Scott had NO appreciation for Stiles, and here comes Erica, who appreciates the fuck out of him and she just gets killed off!!

ooooh, i love that parallel! I adore Erica and I wanted so much from their friendship. Seeing her trust in him and how she sees his strength as a human. He wasn’t able to cure her like Derek did, but he cared about her and his first instinct was to help not to make fun of her. That had to soothe something in her considering her previous experiences with her classmates. And the fact that he doesn’t stand down from her and recognizes HER strength. That he never makes ‘girly’ jokes or anything and that, even though it’s played off as a joke, Stiles DOESN’T stare at her boobs.

Erica dresses up like crazy after the bite to get attention that she Chose to get, she WANTS people to ogle her because she wants them to see what they could’ve had, were they not all assholes. But Stiles, whom she starts off annoyed by because he Also never noticed her, Will Not stare at her boobs. He Will Not ogle her or drool over her. And in fact, when asked to explain himself, he offers her a Genuine compliment based on something that she Always had and didn’t need to wear a corset to show off. Her eyes. She’s got beautiful eyes.

Like, I just think they could’ve been So Good for each other as best friends. We were robbed.

#personal #go for it #meta ramblings #sterica brotp #Anonymous

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masterofallfreaks · 3 years ago

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Wolf-Raised!Stiles Sterek

Stiles loved his life, he knew others found it weird that he had been raised by wolves for ten years, but it was normal to him and he really loved what kind of person he was because of it.

When Stiles Stilinski was five years old, his mother took him with her on a camping trip without telling his father. During the trip, she had an episode and had wandered off, leaving her son alone in the tent. Unfortunately, she had gotten lost in the forest and her disease got the best of her and she had passed. Stiles was still alone without his mother; the food ran out after a day and the little boy had just had to try to find something.

He wandered out to try to find food, and was met by a pack of wolves. He was too young to notice the danger, so Stiles just laughed and petted the one nearest to him. The wolves took him in and helped to raise him. He learned from them and did what they did. He was very happy with his new family and only had vague memories of his life with humans.

When Stiles was fifteen, however, a hunter came through and found him. Stiles still had some verbal skills, minimal, but enough, so he was able to stop the hunter from hurting any of the wolves. The hunter insisted he take Stiles out of the woods and back to the human world. Stiles wasn’t too keen on it, but he was a little worried for his family, and the hunter had reminded him that he had a parent that was probably still looking for him. So Stiles said goodbye to his wolf family and left with the hunter.

Stiles made it back to his father in only a few days, and the government was there two days after. They were very interested in what he had gone through and offered them loads of money as well as a promise to John that they would make sure Stiles got a great education, in exchange for the opportunity to study him.

John took it since he thought it was best for them, and they had assured him he would be allowed to stay with Stiles the entire time.

For three years Stiles stayed in the facility learning and being learned from, only going outside a little bit. When he was eighteen though, he finally put his foot down. He told them that he would only keep cooperating if they let him live at home with his father and go to public school. The government didn’t want him to leave their ever watchful eye, but he remained firm on it so they had to give in.

He would still be going to them once a week for testing and therapy, but every other part of the week he got to go outside, live in the last house he remembered being home, and interact with kids his age.

So that’s what lead Stiles to be standing at the front steps of his new high school with a bright smile on his lips. He had a nice blue backpack over his shoulder, a new red hoodie on, black pants with a blue shirt. The outfit didn’t do much to hide all the scars covering his entire body from wrestling his siblings, but he didn’t care and honestly didn’t even think anything of it anymore since he was so used to it.

Stiles happily walked in, looking around at everything and everyone, not even caring when they looked at him like he was a freak. He made his way through the halls and found his locker pretty easily, putting half his books in before closing it.

He then began looking for his first class, which he actually found more difficult than he would have thought. He had always been able to get around the Government facility fairly easily, but this was so much busier and confusing than he was ready for. So he went up to a pretty blonde girl wearing a blue corset, bright smile on his lips.

“Hello, could you please tell me where Harris’s classroom is?” He asked her happily.

If you’re interested please contact me on here or e-mail me at [email protected] =)

#Sterek #Sterek RP #RP #Roleplay

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gideongrace · 5 years ago

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The Pandemic Survival Guide

The world feels like it's going to hell, so here is a list of cute, dumb, happy, fun things to cheer people up so we can try and survive this disaster.

Youtube:

-Jenna Marbles - Cute craft projects, weirdness and dogs.

-Julian Solomita - Jenna's boyfriend Julien has a cooking show and it's adorable.

-Wood Hawker/beat em ups - Wood is the cutest goober of all time, he has two channels, one is beat em ups, where he talks about nintendo switch and one is Wood Hawker where he just does goofy, fun stuff.

-Monster Factory - So these guys, the mcelroy brothers, make monsters in games like Fallout and WWE Wrestling and name them stuff like Snack Braff. It's hilarious.

-MEF (Movies Explained For) - This guy named Jeb does comedy reviews of movies with titles like "Back to the Future part 2 explained for realists!" and "Overboard explained for rich folks!"

-the try guys - Four guys try out all different sorts of stuff, from lie detectors to wearing corsets to baking cakes without recipes.

- unraveled - One of the greatest dorks ever BDG (Brian David Gilbert) does videos like "every sonic game is blasphemous" and "which dark souls boss is the best manager?"

-Satisfying slime video

-Hot knife cuts through stuff

-The lockpicking lawyer - This guy teaches you how to break any lock. It's oddly calming.

-kinda funny's internet explorerz - Basically the best of the dumb stuff on the internet packed into an hour long show every week.

-Markiplier doing a clickhole quiz about fucking rl stine.

-That time on murder she wrote - A comedy review show of the show murder she wrote.

my favorite asmr channels:

-raphytaffy - Lots of noises and whispering.

-shadowywhispers - Soooo many rps from overwatch to batman to captain america sam falcon to stuff like werewolf boyfriend, demon knight boyfriend and the android chronicles: syndicate.

-gibiasmr - Lots of sounds and whispering and clicking noises.

-jojoasmr - Really visual asmr.

-heatherfeather asmr - She does lots of roleplays and has a very soft voice.

-asmrdarling - Lots of different sounds and roleplays.

-dr. t asmr - This one is weird in the best way. He does like sci-fi asmr and calls viewers "the tingledroid army".

TV Shows:

-Lois and Clark - A cheesy 90s version of Superman that focuses more on the relationship between Lois Lane and Clark Kent as reporters while also having goofy villains every week.

-Golden Girls - Do people exist who don't know what Golden Girls is? Sophia Petrillo is the best, fiestiest little old lady ever.

-Brooklyn Nine-Nine - This show is the funniest, nicest, best, most diverse show on tv.

-Schitt's Creek - This show is just so gay.

-Yuri on Ice! - Gay ice skating boys fall in love! That's it. That's the show! Really, though.

-Jane the Virgin - A virgin gets accidentally inceminated, the girl (who is engaged to somebody else) falls in love with the guy whose kid it is, the kid gets kidnapped... this is an english language telenovella.(With voiceovers!)

Movies:

-Evolution - David Duchovny, Sean William Scott and Orlando Jones fight aliens with head & shoulders shampoo. No, really.

-Clueless - 90s LA retelling of Jane Austen's Emma.

-Blockers - Three girls try to get laid on prom night. (And one of them is queer!)

-Street Fighter - Um, this movie has this scene in it.

-Knives Out - The best modern whodunit about rich people getting what they deserve ever.

-In & Out - 90s gay film that's about an adorable gay english teacher coming out.

-Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil - Two backwoods dorks rent a cabin in the woods and a bunch of teens mistake them for serial killers.

To All The Boys I've Loved Before - This movie is one of the cutest rom-coms I've ever seen. A teenage girl's sister sends out all her sister's unsent love letters.

-French Kiss - So a french thief (Kevin Kline with an accent) hides a necklace he's stolen in the bag of this American girl (Meg Ryan) and has to follow after her as she tries to get her boyfriend back and of course the thief and the girl fall in love.

-You Should Meet My Son! - A super cute movie about a mom realizing her son is gay and trying to find him a boyfriend.

Short, Sweet (Harringrove) Fic:

-rockisdead by flippyspoon

Billy is an instathot and Steve is into it.

-boldly go by tracy7307

Star trek but harringrove and Billy is a betazoid.

-homemade by lazybaker

So basically this one is like a Miyazaki movie, but Harringrove.

-starry night, portrait hung by lucdarling

Billy is a painter and he wants to paint Steve.

-I'm Falling Again (But This Time It's In Love With You) by greyspilot

The boys are just really sweet in this canon fic.

Stand-up comedians:

-John Mulaney

-Jim Gaffigan

-Trevor Noah

-Gabriel Iglesias

Music:

-chilledcow lo-fi - youtube

-chilledcow lo-fi spotify

-notice my lo-fi, senpai playlist by be_honest on spotify

-night runner - magnum bullets music video

-dance music - playlist by bree_cheese

-exciteable music - playlist by bree_cheese

-pretty - pretty songs playlist by bree_cheese

podfics/audiobooks

-audiobooks for the damned - A whole bunch of people did audiobook recordings of movie novelizations.

-the art of running by pprfaith, read by reena jenkins - The fast and the furious if Brian was a girl and gets together with Dom.

-dilf by twentysomething - teenwolf podfic read by rhea314 - Scott and Jackson are Derek's sons and Stiles is Scott's kindergarten teacher.

-drop dead gorgeous written by maya, read by heatherifics - The harry potter fanfic where Harry and Draco are Aurors and Harry is part Veela.

other stuff:

-The original script to the movie The Room.

-i write like - A website that allows you to put in bits of your writing to see what famous author you write like.

-squishables - Giant, spherical plushes.

-Not without you: a big, massive, hardcover stucky anthology.

I'll also be making other lists and tagging them #thepandemicsurvivalguide.

If you have anything to add to this list (fics, art, comics, shows, books, whatever) please reblog this and add it!

#pandemicsurvivalguide #and this list was made my a transgender asexual disabled gay dude #so i think i did a pretty good job of picking stuff that's free of transphobia and homophobia #pandemic survival

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florenceandthemachine · 5 years ago

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talk stackson to me about stiles getting a piercing (or piercings) of your choice while they’re in college and them driving jackson out of his fucking mind. bonus points if jackson goes with him to get his next one and they end up getting matching tattoos instead.

So, here's the thing. Jackson doesn’t even notice the first piercing that Stiles gets for like, a week.

After suffering through what feels like a month of insomnia and developing what feels like a crippling tolerance of NyQuil, Stiles finally breaks down and looks to alternative sources of sleep aids. He tries acupuncture, he tries massage, he tries aromatherapy. Nothing works.

He reads about the benefits of a daith piercing online, and while he has learned to take everything on the internet with a grain of salt, he’s beyond the point of desperate. He googles the nearest tattoo and piercing shop, grabs his keys, and walks in about twenty minutes before there set to close.

He looks a mess. He has rings under his eyes, his clothes are crumpled, but the artist in the shop doesn’t even bat an eye when he says he needs a “daith piercing, like, yesterday.”

He’s in and out in less than ten minutes. Apparently, after a few days without sleep, Stiles no longer has an aversion to needles. Not when the needles come with the sweet promise of getting knocked the fuck out.

He gets home after grabbing one of Kira’s cards (because she seems like a cool person in general), takes off his pants, flops onto the couch...

...and sleeps for thirty nine hours.

(Jackson, bless him, comes home from work, sees Stiles sleeping, and silently cheers. He’s two years into his pre-med program at this point, so he knows how dangerous insomnia can be—he just takes Stiles vitals every six hours and lets him sleep.)

So, no. Jackson doesn’t notice Stiles first piercing right away, and when he does, it’s with hardly a second thought (if it helps Stiles sleep, why would he be mad about it?). It’s a tiny, barely there hoop of surgical steel, almost buried in his ear—why the hell would he notice it immediately?

Stiles second piercing, though, that Jackson notices. Partially because Stiles calls Jackson drunk and crying about it.

Stiles has just finished one of the most grueling midterm seasons of his life, and he demands a party. Scott, the eternal bro that he is, agrees immediately. Stiles sends out a mass text to everyone in his phone, kisses Jackson good luck on his last midterm, and immediately heads to the liquor store.

Jackson finishes his anatomy and physiology midterm (at seven PM on a Friday, because his instructor is a sadist) in less than two hours, and takes no small comfort in the warmth radiating through his body when he turns on his phone and sees supportive text message pouring in from Stiles, even as they progressively get less coherent as Stiles undoubtedly gets more imbibed.

He’s about to call the idiot love of his life when his phone goes off, Stiles having beat him to the punch. He’s still grinning as he puts the phone to his ear.

“Hey baby, I just finished up. I can be there in fifteen—”

“JACKSON! I LOVE YOU.”

Jackson beams.

“JACKSON KIRA BROKE MY FACE.”

Jackson... beams significantly less. He has to tell himself that of course it isn’t anything even remotely close to real danger, but he has never quite been okay with the idea of any part of Stiles being remotely hurt, or as drunk Stiles would call it, “broken”.

“Stilinski, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You’d better be with all of your pieces or I’m going to kill Scott.”

Stiles gasps and must drop his phone, because his voice is higher pitched but further away as he wails.

“OH NO HE CALLED ME STILINSKI I’M GONNA BE IN TROUBLEEEEE—”

The line cuts off, and Jackson makes it to Scotts apartment in eight minutes.

When he gets there, the party is in full swing; apparently the mass text that Stiles sent out included Kira, his one-time piercing compatriot, who now had a line of people wrapped around the hallway to get a needle stuck through some part of their body. Kira was taking payment in shots. This did not bode well.

Stiles found him before he could even make sense of the situation—seriously, how did Scott and Stiles even know this many people?—and their earlier phone call must have been forgotten, because Stiles all but jumped into Jackson’s arms, somehow stumbling over himself while managing to avoid spilling a drop of his drink (which honestly smelled like gasoline. Stiles never was one to waste time mixing drinks).

“Hi baby! You look so good in your scrubs! How was your exam! Did you dish—dith—disvvhh... take apart any bodies?” he fires, speech slurred, but Jackson is too busy making sure that he’s okay to take stock of Stiles mental state. He... appears fine, which is all the more concerning.

“Stiles.”

“You’re so smart, you know that? I can’t wait for you to be some big shot doctor—”

“Stiles.”

“—and you’ll have an office! And you’ll help so many people! And—”

“Stiles, what the fuck happened with Kira?”

Jackson gets all the answer he needs as Stiles mouth snaps shut, his eyes wide and fearful, and Jackson has to bite down on his own tongue to curb his temper as he reaches to hold Stiles’ face.

“You promise you won’t be mad?”

Jackson absolutely cannot fucking promise that, not if Kira hurt Stiles, not if—

“Kira is a kitsune.”

Jackson’s mind stumbled, doing mental gymnastics trying to catch up with the turn that the conversation had taken.

“And she has magic powers. And I think Scott likes her. And she knows I love you. And... she gave me a present."

Jackson is more lost than ever before, and he pretends not to be shocked stiff when Stiles tilts his head, pulling Jackson’s thumb between his lips, lavishing the digit with his tongue, and—

and Jackson feels something... new, something that definitely wasn’t there before, and any anger, irritation, or doubt he felt in his stomach was banished when Stiles released the digit. His tongue followed soon after, and sure enough, there was a smooth, narrow bar placed dead center in Stiles pretty pink tongue.

Jackson is stunned silent, his eyes following the metal as it retreated behind Stiles’ teeth.

Stiles, who seemed a whole lot more sober as he smirked, licking his lips, giving Jackson just the slightest flash of the bar once more.

“She even healed it up for me, right away, once she replied I knew about her being... you know. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. But really, this is a gift for you.” he murmurs, and Jackson’s belly pools with lust. He was going to have to thank Kira later—but for now, he just slung Stiles over his shoulder, caveman style, and hauls him home.

—

When they first started dating, Stiles spent... a painful amount of time discovering Jackson’s erogenous zones, and repeats the process with the bar in his tongue over the next year. Jackson loves it, of course, but what he really loves it he look on Stiles face when they discover something new together—Stiles lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Kira becomes a staple in their friend group, inevitable once she and Scott start dating, so it becomes a regular thing that they hang out at her shop.

Which, Stiles is impressed to learn, is her shop—as in she owns it, not just works there.

They swing by late one evening, after a wonderful anniversary dinner, and really, where had five years gone? Stiles insists that he has something for Kira before they go home, and Jackson is in no hurry—they had started talking serious things over the past few months, and Stiles had left no doubt to be found about the fact that he intended to spend the rest of his life with Jackson.

He was loved, he was happy, and he would do anything for Stiles. Even if it meant waiting for what he knew would be some mind-blowing, commitment laced, anniversary sex.

Scott is there, surprising no one, and Stiles hovers around, watching in morbid curiosity as Malia, one of the artists, wipes clean the last in a series of corset piercings on one of their female customers, her hands fast but gentle as she laces the last piercing up.

Jackson, on the other hand, is drawn almost immediately to Kira. Or, more precisely, what Kira is sketching. She had a set of designs open on her tablet, two nearly identical looking rectangles detailing some of the most ornate scenes he had ever seen. He often found himself entranced in what Kira drew, on skin or on screen, and this was no exception.

They’re both monochromatic, and they look like they belong together—one with a wide forestscape, trees and earth and ark sky blending together, the other with a wolf, tall and proud. They could be standalone pieces, Jackson thought, but they looked almost cyclical, like they could be arm bands.

Well, no, not arm bands—they were too small for that, they were more like—

“Rings.” Stiles says, behind him, a small smile on his face as Kira hits Print. “They’re going to be rings, Jackson.”

Jackson turns back and tilts his head as Kira shows them the transposed stencil printouts—he can kind of see it, they’re definitely small enough to wrap around a finger, and Kira is amazing enough with her detail work that she can probably make it fit, impeccably, to fit halfway between someones hand and their first knuckle.

“I know you’re not really into the material things, and lets be honest, I would lose a ring.” Stiles starts, and Jackson turns, still clueless, but definitely picking up on Stiles nerves, picking up that there’s something that he’s missing. “But, I figured that this was a good compromise... I mean, I know I want to have something that reminds me of you always, so... what do you say, Jacks?”

He takes one of the stencils—the one of the forest—and peels it from the paper gently, getting down on one knee as he takes Jackson’s left hand, wrapping the stencil around the lowest portion of his ring finger. It’s almost a perfect fit.

“Will you marry me?”

—

By the time they tie the knot, they both have several more additions to their body. Stiles has a pair of studs in each of his ears and a second hole in his tongue, placed near the tip, so he can fit a ring through it.

Jackson had quickly discovered a love of ink—he had a thin snake, coiled around his neck, low enough to be covered by his scrub top at work (Stiles had called him macabre), a Rod of Asclepius over his heart (he was so tired of explaining the difference between it and the Staff of Caduceus), and a triskele on his shoulder blade (Derek had cried, literally cried, when Jackson showed him, their pack bond thrumming stronger than ever).

(He also might have had a wedding present for Stiles done that morning, a shining Prince Albert, courtesy of Malia [who blessedly didn’t ask questions while stabbing Jackson’s junk with a needle] and an instant heal courtesy of Kira [who really, really didn’t want to know].)

His favorite, though, by far, was the band on his finger—and as the Justice of the Peace declared them married and he dipped his husband into a filthy kiss, cheered on by all of their friends and family, he couldn’t help but admire the two bands together. They were different, but they still fit together. Beautiful. Complimentary. Permanent.

And Jackson wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #teen wolf #tattoo #piercing #stackson #I don't know why but I'm really vibing with pre med / dr jackson #prepare for a lot of that in the future #here you to bb #flospeaks #mutually assured devotion

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Augh the slow feminization reply was too good. Yes, exactly with the massage and the laundry-forced lingerie.

And like maybe once for a birthday of his partner's he voluntarily dressed up all the way - corset, lingerie, skirt, frilly tank top. And then weeks later, other laundry shenanigans prompt wearing the obviously-girly shirt to college one day he's got a test, and his brain is like "well I've worn the panties that kind of match in public below jeans before so it kind of makes sense to put these together even though I do have boxers." But during the test he forgets to be anxious/over cautious and someone sees the panties when his jeans slide a bit too low? & Stiles doesn't know, but they have like a knowing look sometimes and stiles is like wtf occasionally for the rest of the semester

Ahahaha yes, all of that.

I also like the thought that (maybe if we want to get the real world into it for a second) SO would get Stiles to mostly wear woman's clothes during the last year? (maybe stiles couldn't get enough clothes over from his place, and whatever he did get over keeps getting 'lost') but in any case, by the time he has to join the outside world again, he sort of... feels weird in male clothes?

(and yeah, this is at least half the way SO's hormonal machinations and whatever emotional manipulation he's been doing, but STILL)

ugh, just love feminization :D

#prompt box

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mummybear · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Masterlist

Day 1: Restless Night Alone

Summary: When Sam and Dean go on a hunt leaving you alone in the bunker, how will you keep yourself busy. Alone in the bed you share with your boyfriend (Dean), you receive a text from him and decide to give him a call.

Day 3: Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Summary: Sophia and the Winchesters are on a hunt, that involves them dressing their very best, Dean finds himself completely enthralled by Sophia. The motel room is full of mirrors, distracting the pair before and after the hunt. Sam leaves them alone in the motel to sort out their tension.

Day 5: Caught In The Act

Summary: You’re convinced that Dean is pissed at you for some reason, yet you can’t put your finger on a reason why. When Sam convinces you to go find him and speak to him, you find him in compromising position that almost turns you into a puddle before you even enter the room.

Day 7: In My Head

Summary: When Dean finds himself cursed by a witch, yet again, he has more of a problem than he originally thought. Hearing Rachel’s thoughts begins to drive him insane, will he be forced to act on it before Sam can find the cure.

Day 9: You Wanna Play Little Girl

Summary: Forced to stay at a motel after a hunt Natalie has to work there, in order to get money for her car, so that she can finally leave town. A surprise encounter leads Dean to find Natalie, they discover that they have a lot in common. Not just their profession. So when Nat offers to help Dean with a case he and Sam are on, they’re alone in his motel room do their hands wonder or can they contain themselves.

Day 11: Ride ‘Em Cowboy

Summary: Dean Winchester has been the neighbour you’d lusted after for sometime, he’s older and oh so gorgeous, but you know you can never go there. So how will things go when he asks you to a dance in town, can you bring yourself to say yes or will the nerves get the better of you.

Day 13: The Mystery Of The Panties

Summary: You and Dean are hiding your relationship from your friends, everyone except Sam. When your bachelorette and bachelor parties coincide, with the drinking and the dancing how long will you and Dean be able to keep your hands to yourself.

Day 15:---------

Day 17: Dean Fucking Winchester

Summary: Dean has been more active than usually lately, you can hear him moaning in bed for weeks straight. It drives you insane, so much so that you make a plan to fix the problem once and for all, while putting him through as much torture as he has put you through.

Day 19: Green Eyed Monster

Summary: After you help Dean fall asleep, you and Sam head out to finish a hunt. Dean isn’t best pleased, later that night the three of you head to the bar nearest to the hotel. You and Dean end up chatting to two different people, both of you secretly jealous. Until he texts you from across the bar, telling you to meet him outside, will you agree to go out and meet him or continuing talking to the other guy?

Day 21: You And Your Big Hands

Summary: You’re having a lot of problems with your back, after a lay down seems to fix it you head out to wash your car. Only to find that it’s even worse by the time you finish, Dean offers to help you out will his remedy help you?

Day 23: Murder Of The Virgins

Summary: When The Winchester’s and you are called to go to a hunt by Bobby, you are surprised at what you find. The monster turns out to be very rare, unfortunately not rare enough that you haven’t seen one before. The death of your family had introduced you to these creatures, long ago when they had come for you, but your family had protected you. At least long enough for Bobby Singer to save you, you were no older than ten at the time. He had raised you ever since, little did you know that your sexual status was about to have such a profound effect on the case until now. You’re faced with a big decision, go home, or change the current issue.

Day 25: Mile High Club

Summary: What will happen when you Sam and Dean are forced to get on a plane, in order to finish a hunt, the reader has to find a way for Dean to calm down?

Day 27: You Like It Like That?

Summary: Dean confesses his attraction to you while on a hunt, but feels let down that you seem to just brush it off. Will you make up when you’re forced to share a bed, Sam on the sofa encouraging you to talk to Dean, what will happen?

Day 31: Yes Sir Part 1 (Collab, will be an on going series with @lettersofwrittencollective) (Nat)

A/N: Hey guys, so this is an ongoing collab. If you would like to be added to the tag list and aren’t already, please send myself or Nat a message or an ask, so we know to add you. At the moment we don’t have a scheduled for when we will post, but we’ll let you know if that changes! Please let us know what you think!!

Day 2: Surprising Text

Summary: A surprising text from Stiles, makes Emily’s entire night more interesting and changes their relationship possibly forever.

Day 4: Bring That Ass Out Here

Summary: You and your boyfriend decided tonight is time to try something different, Stiles catches you off guard twice in one night sending you into orgasm over orgasm, and it isn’t always private and for his eyes only.

Day 6: Blue Birthday Bow

Summary: With Stiles’ birthday usually being full of monsters, this year his girlfriend decides she wants to give him a birthday to remember. Jessica wants to worship him and show him just how much she loves him.

Day 8: Her First Time

Summary: Stiles and Val have been best friends for years, one day their feelings finally spill out. Will Stiles show her just how much he cares, or is he two scared of loosing his best friend. He wants to show her how much he loves her, can he be her first.

Day 10: Yes Sir

Summary: Ellie and Stiles meet officially when she becomes his P.A, her first day has her bumping into him. They get along really well, Stiles finds himself feeling things for her he knows he shouldn’t, alone one night in the office will boss and P.A become something more?

Day 12: Roleplay

Summary: You and your boyfriend Stiles decide to try something different, so will the stranger in the bar turn your head. Stuart seems to think that he can.

Day 14: -----------

Day 16: Corsets And Stockings

Summary: A night out with Stiles and the pack, turns into something you had never even imagined. Safe to say that Stiles approves of your outfit, a trick from Scott and a hotel room swap, what’s the worst that could happen?

Day 18: Let Me Hear Those Noises

Summary: You and Stiles haven’t been together long, but he was always someone you trusted to tell you the truth. With Halloween coming up you really need some help choosing your costume, so naturally you ask your boyfriend for help.

Day 20: I’m Sorry What Was That?

Summary: Stiles and Brooklyn have been together for the longest time, he’s in the FBI, has his dream job and his dream girl. Does he want more though?

Day 22: I Want You To Take Advantage Of Me

Summary: You’re sitting alone at a bar after a fight with your boyfriend, when he shows up to drag you home you meet Stiles and Scott. The two FBI partners you don’t remember meeting. You work with Scott’s mother, so at least that part isn’t strange, when you tell Stiles you can’t go home he offers you his and Scott’s place to stay for the night, how will your night go?

Day 24: Just Can’t Get Enough

Summary: You and Stiles are in a committed relationship, one like you had always wished for. One day after a crappy day at work, he sends you a naughty video and asks you to pick him up. Stiles is clearly in his Sub mode, and that words just fine with you, will you make it home before you show him who’s in charge?

Day 26: Strawberries And Cream On Me

Summary: Stiles and you have your first anniversary coming up. You decide to surprise him when he comes home from work, with an incredible meal and a rather unique dessert.

#kinktober #kinktober masterlist #dean winchester #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski one shot #dean winchester one shot #teen wolf stiles stilinski #dean winchester supernatural #stiles stilinksi smut #dean winchester smut #stiles stilinksi x reader #dean winchester x reader

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stetervault · 5 years ago

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Any historical aus you can recommend?

There is a serious lack of these in the Steter fandom imo, especially ones that aren’t regency/royalty, but thankfully they do exist:

Steam Rises from the Body by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Peter and Stiles are surgeons in a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital near the front line of the Korean War.

Hooverville by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

Town to town, train to train, tent to tent.

By 1932, the dust had begun to blow and the jobs were gone.

Anonymity was a byproduct of looking for work, which made it both necessary and convenient.

Stiles had enough secrets of his own to know to look the other way when he saw something that shouldn’t be possible.

The ghost of a tail giving enough balance to disembark a moving train.

Near silent Latin whispered on the edge of a tent encampment.

A flash of burning eyes.

He had more than enough to worry about without adding the oddities of others, and besides- having unusually sharp teeth certainly didn’t make a man worse than the ones running from the wife and kids they couldn’t feed.

So Stiles kept his observations to himself. He kept his everything to himself.

Until he met a man. One with eyes so blue they seemed to glow- and then they did.

Stiles tried to look away, but for the first time he was stopped.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart. Aren’t you curious?”

Orbital Distance by neglectedtuesday

Artemis, the capital city of the Moon, where movies are born and stars are made. The crown jewel of American cinema and simultaneously Hollywood’s biggest rival. The money may be dollars, it may be counted as the 51st state but the studios run this city, making cinema and waging war. No real bloodshed but equally cutthroat in its own way. Peter has devoured article after article about the industry, from in-depth journalism to gossip rags, desperate for every detail, every scandal, every glorious moon moment.

Wild Creatures by neglectedtuesday

The treaty is signed while Stiles is being laced into his wedding corset. Ink splatters parchment as a maid pulls the ribbons, tighter and tighter. Stiles’ breath and future are taken away, all to save a village. He is a sacrifice more than a bride. The maid assists in fixing a choker around Stiles throat. Her hands are cold despite the roaring fire in the grate. The choker is a string of blood red rubies, they reflect the firelight with a wet shine like an open wound.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

Viking Wolves do it Better by MaroonDragon

Stiles is the omega witch in the village he was born in. A gift that had been passed to him from his mother. A curse that left him an outcast amongst the people he helped heal. Until one day he no longer is. Kidnapped by the Viking Wolves of the North, he suddenly finds himself a human amongst wolves. There is one wolf in particular who is intent to woo him into staying. Stiles is really only indulging Peter until he can make his escape. There is nothing remotely interesting about the other man. Not a single thing.

Utterly Appropriate by wynnebat

There’s only one person whom Stiles would marry, and whoever has asked for her hand isn’t on that list.

Duty by ChloeWeird

A petrified omega. An ambitious alpha. A wedding night four years in the making.

Bound Fast With Love by Diablerie

It started when his grandfather assigned him to attend to the visiting professor, Peter Hale.

“Be his shadow, my boy. Take care of his smallest need before he has an opportunity to notice. It would be quite the feather in our cap if we can steal him away.”

Somehow, that brought him here: bound to a table and about to be spanked for his shoddy recitation of ancient poetry.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

Wolf Ranch by Guede (Poly - Stiles/Lydia/Peter/Derek/Chris)

At first glance, Beacon Hills seems like a terrible place to settle. Ruled by alpha werewolves and surrounded by a haunted forest filled with outlaws, it’s not very friendly to Eastern greenhorns. So Stiles and Lydia should fit right in.

Intemperance by Guede (Poly - Stiles/Peter/Derek/Chris/Laura)

Stiles is the one who gets pulled back to Beacon Hills by a murder.

Moonshine by Udunie

Deucalion was sitting in the corner that was reserved for special guests, with his henchmen - a pair of twins - guarding the table. He was just putting his stetson down, eyes catching Peter and widening just a fraction when he noticed Stiles. He was a good guy though, and quickly got his pokerface back in place. Nobody came to the Moonshine and insulted Peter.

“Deucalion, nice to see you,” he greeted, not acknowledging the goons who were giving Stiles the side eye. He knew they probably wanted a piece of his kitten, but thankfully were not foolish enough to try.

May the Mighty Fall by Udunie

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” Matt sneered, looking at Stiles with derision. “One day, the popular, orphaned son of a beloved consul, and the next a traitor to the Emperor and an enemy of Cantalupo…”

Stiles didn’t move a muscle, even though all he wanted was to leash out, to reach between the bars of his cell and strangle that little, creepy shit. He could have said a lot of things, he could have told Matt’s pompous, patrician ass that he was - in fact - not an orphan. And seriously, from where he was standing, he wasn’t even really a traitor.

Well, yes, he wanted the death of the Emperor, but he wanted the best for Cantalupo - the return of the Lupa Maxima, the city’s rightful ruler and with her, the revival of the principate.

Of course, his reasons were far from being completely patriotic.

Gerard Argent tried to have his father killed, he lived in outrageous luxury while some of his subjects starved. He didn’t give a shit about the plebs…But. Stiles couldn’t say any of that. It wasn’t the time. Not yet.

A Matter of Chance by 1001cranes (WIP)

“I’m going to offer for the Stilinski boy,” Peter announces at breakfast one morning.

Greenberg drops the entire pot of hot chocolate.

A welcome arrow by 1001cranes

The wedding is small and grim, because Stiles is being carted off to parts unknown, married to a thirty-something year old dude who wants to marry a seventeen year old dude - totally not creepy at all.

my very soul demands you by veterization

Orphan Stiles Stilinski seeks work at Hale House, an enormous, foreboding mansion in Beacon Hills run by Mr. Peter Hale, who employs him as a butler. Or: Stiles is Jane Eyre, and Peter is Mr. Rochester.

Royal A/B/O Au by charlottecjhlvr

When his father’s Kingdom and the Hale Kingdom make a treaty, Stiles is the one who has to make it work.

In Sheep’s Clothing by Twisted_Mind

“The problem is Derek,” he began.

At this, Cora merely snorted in a particularly unladylike fashion. “When isn’t it?”

Alas, it was not so simple a matter as the scrapes of the child he had once been—would that it were! “Unfortunately, in this case, Derek has engineered hardship for not only our family, but the young Miss Stilinski also.”

At the sound of the young gentlewoman’s name, Cora’s features sharpened; she leaned forward and rested one hand tenderly on Peter’s knee as she asked, “Speak plainly—what’s he done, and what must now be done to rectify the situation?”

Peter took her hand in appreciation and followed her example, without any further prevarication. “He bedded his intended, and if he had merely done so, we’d have precious little trouble on our hands, for he’s hardly the first to take his wife-to-be to bed before their union was formalized, however much you will hear other preach otherwise.”

Cora interrupted, then, as she gripped her uncle’s hand tightly. “I’m not going to enjoy what I hear next, am I?”

Temporary Claim by sunrise_and_death

Some, of course, are off limits. Queen Talia and her husband have their special favorites who join their marriage bed from time to time. Laura has several young strapping men that are hers and hers alone. Even Derek has a few favorites—the quiet ones, the sweet ones.

Peter? The Duke only has one.

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

Goddess Below by Unloyal_Olio

Peter sneaks into the vestal temple looking for a virgin. He finds Stiles.

#teen wolf #steter #fanfic rec #rec list #historical au #ask #anonymous

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ascottywrites · 5 years ago

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The Steter List --Tails

After I realized that the last post was getting pretty long (what does that say about me?) I decided to split it up into two parts Sterek and Steter, so that it’s easier to deal with and not as possibly overwhelming...here’s that Steter half!

--Steter a.k.a Stiles Stilinski/ Peter Hale--

*a.k.a. The ship that makes me rethink life

Something Powerful Between Your Thighs by Bunnywest (Complete: 4/4| 18,595) --Steter/ --Biker!Peter

Someone’s actually replied.Fuck.

I’ll give you what you need, pretty boy. And you can call me Sir.

The hairs on the back of Stiles’s neck prickle at that, and his dick throbs. He clicks on the profile and the picture that pops up is UN-FUCKING-FAIR. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, nobody should look like that. The man’s staring into the camera, a smile that’s almost a sneer on his face. And what a face it is. Intense blue eyes, cheekbones like cut glass, and a strong jawline covered in the perfect amount of stubble. His neck, what Stiles can see of it, is thickly muscled, and Stiles can see the beginnings of a tattoo that travels down. There’s the tiniest scattering of grey at his temples, and Stiles breathes out, “Oh yes, Sir,” as he drinks in the details on the profile.

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest (Complete: 21/21| 54,900) --Steter

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Wild Card by Bunnywest for Rainy182 (Complete: 1/1| 10,799) --Steter

It's courting season, and for Omega Stiles, that means he has a month to choose who he's going to spend his heat with. He didn't think he'd have many suitors to choose from, but apparently he was wrong. It's a good thing he has Derek's uncle Peter to guide him.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum (Complete: 1/1| 24,501) --Steter/ Tattooed!Peter

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

smoke & bone (mistletoe & fang) by rightsidethru (Complete: 1/1| 3,075) --Steter

Deaton once told Stiles to be that spark. He never fully explained what that meant, however. (It was intentional.)

Lie to me (I like them pretty and white) by orphan_account (Complete: 8/8| 12,577) --Steter

Fact number one: Only true mates can have kids together.Fact number two: Peter had a mate, who was pregnant with twins when he died in the fire.

When Stiles tells him he’s pregnant, he... well, it doesn't really go according to plan.

Stiles wakes up in the hospital. He’s alone, a packed overnight bag beside him brought by his dad probably... and he doesn’t really have a reason to stay, so he grabs it and runs.

/look at end notes for TWs/

*I still think this one is a cute little ditty.

Til Death by Bunnywest (Complete: 10/10| 50,770) --Steter

"How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks.

“Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is.

“He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her.

The camps……aren’t camps.

Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

*I'm not really a fan of female!Stiles, no particular reason, just not my cuppa. But this one I enjoyed all the way to the end! Intro to Ethics by thegirlnamedcove (Complete: 8/8| 18,061) --Steter

"The universe isn’t wrong about this stuff, the soulmate spell is ironclad, and that means you know this is going to work out. That’s something people don’t get with friends, or dating around.”

“Sure, people say that,” Stiles gestured at the mark where his arm was now stretched out along the back of the couch, “but we don’t actually have any way of knowing. None of us signed up for this. The Ancestors just decided to bestow it upon us and we all have to live with it. Maybe it’s not magic compatibility after all, maybe people just learn to live with one another because everyone around them is telling them to.”

In Sickness and in Fire by wynnebat for Green (Complete: 1/1| 7,320) --Steter

After a fight with an alpha from a rival pack, Stiles begins to turn. It doesn't go as expected.

*Despite the villan-esque portrayal and the Satan in a V-neck tag, there is a large part of me that believes that if Resurrected!Peter got the opportunity he would be that guy you want to have your back. Puppies and Programming by Bunnywest (Complete: 12/12| 17,012) --Steter

Stiles is rich, successful, and lonely.

Buying a Halebot Personal Support Bot seems like a great idea. A human-like robot that can read and respond to his desires and is perfectly sexually compatible, and doubles as a bodyguard? Sign him the fuck up. And it's perfect, at first. But then the P3Tr develops a glitch. Feelings.

Gentleman 'verse by Bunnywest (on-going series) --Steter

Stiles is an omega who just wants to be courted properly, and needs someone to help him though his upcoming heat.

Peter's the alpha who thinks he'd quite like to help out.

Things don't quite go as planned, but they still work out exactly as they should.

*Is it obvious that I have a special appreciation for Bunnywest?... Like is it too noticeable? Ha!

Worn Out Shoes by moonstalker24 (Complete: 28/28| 96,763) --Steter

When the dead rise, and the world comes to an end, the McCall Pack must learn to live in this new world, or die in the attempt. This is the story of the end, and of the year that follows.

*I found this origionally for the Accidental Baby Aquisition tag. ...I love that tag.

Falling In, Not Through by Julibean19 for Mysenia (Complete: 10/10| 49,898) --Steter

“You need to help me,” Stiles says eventually. He’s still in too much pain to move off the floor, but he’s picked up a stray feather, twirling it between two fingers with a look of pure terror on his face. Peter nods immediately, eager and willing to be involved in whatever this is.

Peter’s eyes flick between the feather spinning between Stiles’ fingers and the harsh angle of the bend of his wings above his shoulders. He doesn’t look like any picture of an angel Peter has ever seen. There should be an elegant swooping curve there, neat little rows of white or gold or silver, pointed tips flung far out from Stiles’ body and a halo above his head. If Stiles is an angel, the myths are all wrong.

In which Stiles finds that he has wings and Peter finds that a pack doesn't always need to be made up of wolves.

Wild Creatures by neglectedtuesday (Complete: 1/1| 13,000) --Steter

I'm Only Heard During the Silence Between My Screams by Irukashi_Narukib (wip: 39/?| 47,481) --Steter

Stiles thinks no one is listening, so he just... stops talking. It's just like that asshole Peter to refuse to take the hint.

Rewriting the future by Synesthetic (Complete: 28/28| 106,631) --Steter

Two days before their planned bonding, alpha Derek Hale runs away with his secret beta girlfriend, leaving Stiles heartbroken. With the demands of his omega physiology forcing him to bond with someone before his first heat, Derek's uncle Peter steps in and offers a solution.

A Darkness Follows by havok2cat (Complete: 9/9| 41,994) --Steter

Stiles serves his community service at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. He's assigned to a mysterious patient and finds himself quickly becoming obsessed.

Reluctant Allies With Benefits by veterization (Complete: 8/8| 93,217) --Steter

Peter suggests he and Stiles start having no strings attached sex. It's that simple. No, really, it totally is. Stiles will make sure of it.

as you are by veterization (Complete: 1/1| 34,093) --Steter

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Took the Words Right Out of my Mouth (Must've Been When You Where Kissing Me) by stellewrites (Complete: 1/1| 6,008) --Steter

"Maybe he’s genuinely flirting, but he’s just pretty bad at it. Like, pulling your pigtails kind of thing?”

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Look, if you’re not going to help, I’m going to hang up, ok?”

“You asked for my opinion!” Scott laughed.

“Yeah, yeah…” AKA, Stiles works at a diner and has a love/hate relationship with the flirty Alpha that comes in almost daily with his pack.

Winding Roads to Flowering Fields by Tahlruil (ongoing series) --Steter

#steter #stiles stilinski #omega!stiles #regency #fae #zombie apocolypse au #teenwolf #teen wolf #fanfiction #ao3fic #peter hale #supernatural a/b/o #a/b/o #alpha!peter hale #ficrec #10/10 would reccomend #recommendations

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halinski · 5 years ago

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I wish you would write a fic where stiles has a fever but tries to hide it but Derek noticed. And then they cuddle as stiles kinda collapses on derek. And first derek all uhhh.... body contact, wtf, help! But then stiles snuggles into his chest all comfy but still aware of what he's doing even tho the fever feels like killing him and Derek like ^///^ OK I can get used to this and cuddles him back.

Happy Birthday, Auri ❤️❤️❤️

Stiles was wearing many layers. Stiles always wore many layers but today he was wearing many many layers, and still fighting the chills that crept along his skin. This autumn wasn't cold per se. Erica wore another one of her corsets as if it were still in the middle of summer, and Isaac was wearing only one of those threadbare scarves, tied so loosely around his neck, it barely counted as a scarf. And the window was open for the early evening breeze as the sun descended.

Then again, nothing was cold for werewolves. Stiles had watched Derek walk out into the snow bare chested. Though, there had been a light flush to his skin. A livelihood that gave them both a thrill.

But also werewolves didn't get fevers. Unless it was a wolfsbane fever, which didn't count because those didn't come out of nowhere just because some kid in your college mythology literature class probably sneezed on your desk.

It wasn't a bad fever though, which is why Stiles had showed up to the pack meeting, smile and all, hoping that the painkiller he'd taken would kick in soon. As soon as possible. Maybe then the headache would ease enough for him to actually be able to tell what kind of facial expression he was making.

"Stiles."

Stiles blinked, and-

Where did everybody go?

"Oh." Stiles made to go jump to his feet but his butt didn't really wanna leave the couch cushion. His legs to weak against the heaviness of his body's resolve.

Then there's a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

"Stiles-"

And Stiles hates that crease in Derek's forehead, that is looking at him like something isn't right.

"I'm fine!" Stiles said, maybe a little too loudly, voice wavering like it was surfing a wave. Which is exactly what Stiles felt like as he actually made it to his feet this time.

Derek studied him in a way Stiles wished he would do it more often. They were... They would be the perfect pair if Derek let them. If they allowed themselves to be. And damned if Stiles wasn't so virus-y right now, he would totally take the initiative and kiss Derek here and now.

"You're burning up," Derek said, the palm of his hand miraculously soft. "Back on the couch with you."

Stiles was planning on arguing, he really was. But next thing he knew, he was sinking into the couch again.

"I've just inherited your werewolf radiator thing," Stiles said with an uncommitted wobble of his hand, stubbornly sitting straight and staring back into Derek's eyes. They shimmered like the ocean. "Plus I'm a spark. I always burn."

Derek sighed, joining his side. "Stiles, you're sick."

The boy grimaced. "You're sick."

Derek just huffed, obviously thinking he could be the bigger person here and stop the arguing.

"You need rest," Derek continued all adult-like and all.

But Stiles could play that game too.

"Mh. Rest. Yes, I can do rest." And he shuffled closer to Derek, letting the weariness pull him in against his shoulder, eyes closing instantaneously.

"Just a little bit," Stiles added in a murmur, squirming as Derek stiffened for a moment, acting more like a Greek statue than a body pillow. Which was not very helpful right now.

Stiles was so sure he could actually hear Derek's heartbeat, like one, two, three... sending heat his way already. And when the werewolf finally let go, breathing out as he sunk into the couch, pulling Stiles in closer with a hand carefully supporting his neck, Stiles felt himself slip into this lightness that struck the tension from his own body.

#eternalsterek #sterek #stiles has a cold #i wrote this #for auri

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hungrylikethewxlf · 4 years ago

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𝐂𝐂 : // 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 : 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄; why, she was uncertain. Perhaps she feared retaliation should she fail to comply, friends taken hostage until the banshee consented to play her part. Almost all details of the bizarre ceremony had remained undisclosed until tonight, the yellowed white dress she now wore shoved into her arms the moment she’d showed up, no explanation supplied. But it would have been unlike Peter to offer any. The situation relies heavily upon trust, that which had been in sort supply on the outset and which now dwindled beyond recovery; dying embers of it giving way to trembles and nerves. Knowing the wolf as well as she did, tonight could easily be her planned murder for his own gain. Memories of her last experience being a potential sacrifice gleefully assault her senses. That garrotting wire digs into her throat all over again as she recollects her terror in that moment and halts, sudden motion coinciding with a slow in wolf’s pace.

The breeze emits a sullen murmur as she kneels before her abhorred creator, regret pinching plump petals as she studies each movement closely. Girl can’t help but recoil as she is lathered in the stuff, metallic scent churning her stomach. Her concern is hardly softened by his teased retort, this reminder of his neurosis a further sign that she ought not to have come. The silent isolation of this area of woodland does little to provide serenity, banshee’s agitation and apprehension diffusing through the air. Grass-stained knees shuffle, long, currently untamed locks lifting off her shoulders with each rush of dewy coolness that passes over them.

Staying silent is rarely a talent she possesses ( throughout her life ), instead unnerved by the total lack of knowledge as to the man’s intent. Alerts have been set on her phone, messages to be triggered should she not insert her pin by daybreak. That offers little reprieve in the moment though; the knowledge that her friends will know she’s dead by the morning failing to prevent that outcome. If she had told them of tonight’s plan, if Stiles or Scott had heard a whisper of it, she would not be here. But then where would they be? The former a punching bag for the blood-smeared wolf who’d demanded her involvement tonight? ❝ You’ve got to tell me something, ❞ she decides at length, chest rising and falling beneath aged corset, spatterings of moonlight illuminating her glare, ❝ What are we doing here, Peter? ❞

Despite the hurricane of apprehension emanating from the banshee and crashing against the wolf’s keen senses, the 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 derived from the night time expedition in the forest was worth each savory second. Having spent too long in the comforts of regular human operations such as a grandiose loft and several exquisite vehicles as a means of transportation, the perilous woods of the Beacon Hills reserve felt extremely safe and comfortable. Peter wasn’t entirely out of gourd however, picking an expanse in the forest far away from the devious energy of the 𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧. There was no opposition against the raw and dangerous power the ancient tree offered, but tonight it served no purpose. Furthermore the energy emitted from the stump had the possibility of harming both ritual and tag-along; neither desired outcomes for the amount of work put into research and timing.

The October season held a profound energy and with just a few days left until its arrival, the changing of tides was undeniable. Peter did not budge, barely even moved his chest to inhale and exhale, which was entering a meditation-like state. As the wolf became calmer and more focused however, the complete 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 was both heard and smelled on Lydia. He nearly clamped his hand down upon hers, but he knew the sudden movement would cause some alarm in the young woman. Small breath in, and out. The birds didn’t find this particular parts of the woods appealing, but the scurrying and scents belonging to raccoons and opossums were detected. Oh, how he wished to strip off his clothing and become W O L F.

Talia, the great and powerful, always stood on an entirely different pedestal due to her abilities. However things were about to change… — so he believed. He heard the carnassials of a raccoon biting down on a hard exterior, perhaps a nut, and then came Lydia’s anxious voice. Slowly, his eyelids parted, and the werewolf’s eyes 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑. They did not glow due to a display of power nor violence, instead it was the tapetum lucidum which added a yellow-green glow to his typically blue eyes. The layer of tissue enabled animals, such as carnivorans, to have visibility in darkness. His partial shift was underway that even the length of his ears extended and became more canid in shape, yet he did not give in entirely. Pupils dilated, and the faint outline of a bushy tailed raccoon was spotted meters away walking through tall grasses.

The man sighed although there was no derision present in the outburst of breath. Head inclined to the side, and the view of a nervous Lydia at his side was extremely illuminated and clear. The night wasn’t entirely void of light, for the moon was directly above them and was relatively bright. One glance at it, and the glow of his tapetum lucidum and the moon’s shine seemed to 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡. [ ❝ ��𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❞ ] Amusement was present, yet no laughter was emitted. [ ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖❜𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔. ❞ ] Entirely Peter’s fault. [ ❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏❜𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔? 𝑰𝒕❜𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆... 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔. 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅? ❞ ]

It wasn’t his intention to sound so demeaning, so tone leveled out as his fingers worked to undo the laces of his boots. Methodically, laces came undone neatly, and shoes then socks followed — placed nearly beside him. Toes dug into the dirt. [ ❝ 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘. ❞ ] Peter always sought something for his 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣; he kept silent on that note. [ ❝𝑨 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. ❞ ] Without disturbing too much leaf litter, Peter propped himself to his knees and moved before Lydia as hands waved through the air. [ ❝ 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❞ ]

It might have sounded terrifying, yet those who hiked, practiced meditation, and did yoga attempting to accomplish such things… only their efforts were futile and laughable. Glowing eyes watched her, and his 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑛 expression betrayed none of his thoughts. His hand dropped to the left, and fingers curled to gather some dirt which he rubbed against the top of her hand. Lydia hated being attacked and hated Peter, but did she really want to return to a life of adolescent boys and weekend parties? The wolf gave up his position and returned to sit beside her. Still and calm. The woods watched them. [ ❝ 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒚? ❞ ]

@thatprettylittlething

#because I made a mess of my last post #🌙 blood bound / the ritual #this lore is entirely plausible #thatprettylittlething

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astrangelady · 4 years ago

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Derek Hale had been hunting bounties for nearly a decade, and in all that time and his entire life prior to that, he had never seen a WANTED poster for an Omega. But there it was in black and white on yellowed parchment.

WANTED.

ALIVE.

STILES STILINSKI, OMEGA.

$2,000 REWARD.

There was a drawing of the young omega in question as well on the poster. He had dark hair piled atop his head and pinned up. Soft cheekbones with a scattering of moles on his face and big, dark, almond-shaped eyes.

There were no other details on the poster, nothing about any crimes he may be guilty of or why there’s a warrant out for him.

But Derek recognizes this Omega. He ran into him when he was out in Nevada a couple of weeks ago. He had been there on business, bringing in an outlaw to the town’s sheriff to collect the bounty. It was a rather large one so Derek decided to treat himself to a couple of nights at the inn.

While he was there he had spent time at the local saloon. It was a busy place, always loud and always crowded. Derek saw the omega his first night at the saloon, talking up a male beta, using his charms and wiles to get the beta to buy more drinks at the bar and eventually a pricy evening with the omega upstairs.

The omega hadn’t made much of an impression on Derek aside from having an attractive scent and appearance. He had been curious to get a better scent on the omega, but the place was too crowded and overwhelmed by the alcohol being poured and pheromones emitting off the patrons, Derek always tried to hold his senses back in places like this, for peace of mind. It's not comfortable to constantly have one’s senses invaded by the emotional states of dozens of people at once.

The second night Derek spent at the saloon, the omega was more dolled up than he had been the previous night. There was rouge on his cheeks and black charcoal smudged around his eyes. His pale skin powdered to look even fairer and free of any blemishes. He wore a silky red corset, and ruffled petticoat and stockings, unlike the last night when his getup had simply been bloomers and a chemise.

He was up on stage with another omega and beta girl dressed similarly, dancing behind a singing beta woman.

They briefly made eye contact, the omega smiled and Derek smiled back.

The last night Derek was in town, he spent it at the saloon again. The omega was once again there, wearing the simple getup he had on the first time Derek had seen him. Derek thought it was a bit strange that this omega and some of the others weren’t wearing lace and corsets. Every other saloon and brothel he’d been to required the girls and omegas to wear corsets and rouge when downstairs in the bar area. They only wore such casual attire like that upstairs in the bedrooms.

Derek supposed this might just be a more informal cathouse than others. Perhaps the Madam didn’t care about her workers’ appearances as long as they sold drinks and their bodies regularly.

He’s at the bar again, nursing a glass of whiskey, no intention of getting drunk, or staying late. He’s leaving town tomorrow, heading back to California to check in on his sisters, give them the money he’s received from his bounties. Suddenly there’s a warmth pressed against his shoulder and an intoxicating scent filling his nose. He looks over and sees the omega from the past two nights.

“You’re new in town, aren’t ya?” He asks, a slight lilt in his voice. Everything from the omega’s body language and tone suggests he’s interested and flirtatious. But Derek can smell his emotions and hear his heartbeat. His scent suggests that he’s not aroused, and his heartbeat is calm, too calm. He’s obviously just trying to do his job.

“Yea, but I think you’re gonna have better luck with that alpha over there,” Derek says nodding his head towards an alpha at the other end of the bar who smells heavily of lust and has been staring at the omega since Derek got here.

The omega smiles and suddenly his scent changes, it’s not aroused, but it’s interesting. There’s some intrigue there now.

“Hmm, but I like a challenge,” the omega says leaning against the bar. “And that man comes in here plenty and he’s had me plenty… Maybe tonight it should be your turn,” the omega says, tilting his head and elongating his pale neck. There’s a slight spike of something in his scent and a skip of his heartbeat that confuses Derek’s ears and nose though.

“I don’t think I can afford you… Stick with your regular,” Derek says, not wanting this soiled dove to miss out on his earnings for the night. He’s not interested in paying for someone’s affections. Even if they’re as pretty and handsome as this young omega.

Outwardly, the omega stays the same, looks calm and collected. But when he looks at the alpha at the end of the bar his heartbeat quickens and his scent… there’s this slight trace of fear in it that puts Derek on edge.

“But you seem so nice, I’m sure we can work something out,” He says, turning his attention back to Derek, his heart still fast and that sour scent of fear still present under his natural honey and molasses scent.

Derek glances at the alpha and then for the first time since he’s come here, opens his senses to the entire saloon. The alphas and men all smell of alcohol, arousal and aggression, the girls and the omegas, however… They all either smell disinterested with bored heartbeats, or they’re erratic and smell anxious and afraid.

It occurs to Derek for the first time that perhaps he’s not in the most respectable of saloons. The workers obviously don’t feel safe with a lot of the customers, they probably aren’t allowed to say no or turn men away.

The Madame or proprietor of this saloon must not care about their workers’ wellbeing.

Derek’s mouth thins into a firm line as he looks back at the omega beside him, who’s been staring at him unsure, waiting for some sort of response from Derek.

“How much for the night?” Derek asks, watching carefully. He can see the minute changes in the omega’s face, relief. His scent is relieved; his heartbeat slows to a much calmer rhythm.

“Ten dollars,” The omega says, boldly reaching over and slipping Derek’s glass of whiskey out of his hand, the sloshing liquid matches his eyes. He takes a rather large sip, wincing only slightly at the burn before handing it over. It’s obviously not his first time swilling whiskey.

Ten dollars is about what he expected. He just pulled in a bounty worth $1,500, so minus the fifteen dollars he spent on his room at the inn, the five dollars for his supplies, and a couple of bucks for some drinks. He can spare ten dollars and still have enough for his sisters and their expenses.

“My money is in my room at the inn, I’ll have to go get it,” Derek says. The omega’s smile faltered only slightly.

“Better hurry then, I’m a hot commodity,” He says, the strap of his chemise slipping off his pale shoulder. Derek slides the rest of his drink to him.

“Finish this for me? I’ll be back soon,” Derek says, not waiting for the omega’s response, grabbing his hat off the bar and placing it on his head as he heads out.

By the time Derek had made it back to the saloon with his money, the omega was gone, nowhere to be seen. And so was the alpha he had been afraid of.

That was nearly three weeks ago. Derek hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night, his guilty conscience wondering and worrying about the whiskey-eyed omega. The guilt and worry stayed with him over a week until he reached his sisters’ ranch.

But after a week of rest and relaxation with his sisters and their families, Derek had forgotten the omega. Didn’t think about him at all until he was passing through Beacon Hills, a town close to his sisters’ land that had a sheriff’s station and a post for people to place WANTED posters and bounties.

It was there Derek came across the only WANTED poster for an omega he’d ever seen in his life. With a drawing of a face that looked eerily similar to the whiskey eyed frail he met over two weeks ago. Stiles Stilinski. Wanted alive.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek fics #ao3 #teen wolf #sterek au #fanfiction

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writings-of-dumpy · 5 years ago

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A Cinderella Story - V

The end! I hope you all enjoyed the fruits of my Disney-loving ramblings!

Tags: @mindingmyownbusiness

Ella was nervous on her carriage ride to the castle. Her hands kept wringing and her heart was pounding. There was barely enough time for her to grab her bag with her father’s books that she had left packed from when she thought of running away.

“Don’t be nervous, dear. He’s so smitten with you it’s astonishing. I’ve never seen him so flustered,” Scott, Ella learned the steward’s name was, said to her in a comforting tone. She nodded appreciatively.

“Thank you… I’m quite taken with him, too,” Ella told him with blushed cheeks.

After a few minutes of silence and Ella completely lost in thought, the carriage arrived at the castle and Ella felt another jolt of adrenaline and butterflies swarm her stomach. Scott exited the carriage first and held his hand out to help Ella out of the carriage. She smiled at him and he bowed to her.

“Oh, goodness… Thank you,” Ella said with a small blush. The carriage left behind her and Ella and Scott walked up the steps that Ella had only been on once before. After a long hallway, Scott and Ella arrived at what she assumed was the throne room. Her nerves were beginning to show, she was sure, but Scott either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything as he opened the door and walked in.

“Your majesties, we have—” Scott began, but Stiles’ voice interrupted him.

“Ella!” Stiles said and rushed to her. Ella saw that he wore his formal attire that displayed his various achievements and his royal status. The crown he wore on his head was gold and sat on his messy brown hair perfectly.

Ella smiled and curtsied to him. “Your highness.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Please never call me that again…”

“Well, you are a prince…” Ella said with a shrug. Stiles pulled her hands in his and gave the tops of her fingers a gentle kiss and their eyes locked together. Ella couldn’t help but smile and hoped to never wake up from this dream.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to think any different of me,” Stiles said in a low voice.

“That’s okay. I understand why you did,” Ella said and the pair stood there for a moment smiling to each other and gazing helplessly into each other’s eyes.

Scott cleared his throat after a moment, which tore stiles�� gaze away from Ella.

“Oh, right! I’m so sorry. Ella, I’d like you to meet my parents,” Stiles said and gripped her hand and began to pull her towards a mon and a woman both dressed in elegant attire with crowns adorning their heads.

“Um, I’m not properly dressed to meet them, I… oh boy,” Ella protested, but Stiles had already begun introducing her with a child-like excitement.

“Mom, dad… This is Ella. She’s the girl I was telling you about and the one I was with for like five hours last night,” Stiles said.

Ella felt utterly embarrassed when the royals faced her. Their smiles were kind and Ella curtsied deeply.

“It’s truly an honor to meet you, your majesties,” Ella said with a bowed head.

Once she had stood back up, she was met with a hug from the queen.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ella. Our son has never looked so happy,” Queen Melissa said.

“It would mean a great deal if you’d join us for dinner tonight. Do you have family you could invite?” King Noah asked. Before Ella could respond, Scott stepped in.

“That’s a funny story, actually. We detained her stepmother for obstruction,” Scott said.

“Oh, goodness. I’m so sorry, dear,” Queen Melissa said and placed a comforting arm around Ella.

“Well, I do have my pixie friends… they’re the closest things I have to family. I suppose I could talk to my stepsisters…” Ella thought aloud. “Of course, I’d have to go back home for that.”

“I was thinking she could stay here… permanently, if you’d like, Ella,” Stiles said and turned to her.

Ella smiled and nodded. “That would be great… I don’t want to impose, though.”

“Nonsense! Your presence is more than welcome here, my dear,” King Noah said with a smile. “Scott, send a messenger to Ella’s house and invite her fairy friends and her stepsisters to dine with us tonight.”

Later that day, Ella was greeted by a maid named Kira who helped Ella try on a couple gowns that Queen Melissa had lent her.

“Oh wow…” Ella said at her reflection in the mirror.

“You look wonderful,” Kira smiled. Ella smiled back nervously.

“Thank you. Well, really thank you for everything, you’ve been so kind to me,” Ella said.

“Of course! If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ring,” Kira said and motioned to the wall where a small string sat.

Once Kira left Ella alone in the grand room, Ella took in her surroundings and sat on the bed. This had all happened so quickly, Ella felt like she was maybe going to get dizzy. She was happy and grateful, of course, but she couldn’t help but wonder what was to be expected of her now. She wanted to spend more time with Stiles, but she knew she had to get herself situated first, and Stiles said he had to plan a few things.

After a while of Ella relaxing and getting accustomed to her new wardrobe, she heard a knock at her door. She quickly went to answer it and saw Stiles standing before her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His eyes made quick work of taking her in and he let out a soft whistle.

“Wow… you look incredibly beautiful,” Stiles complimented. He handed her the beautiful arrangement of flowers and Ella let him into her room.

“Thank you, these flowers are lovely,” Ella commented and placed them in a vase that was sat by her bedside table. When she turned around, Stiles knelt on one knee and his lip was between his teeth.

“Ella, I know we’ve known each other less than a week, but… I feel like it’s been longer, and I’m really… I think I’m in love with you. I know it’s all so scary and new and I know that not everything will be easy… but with you, I feel like things are better. I choose you, Ella. For the rest of my life. Will you marry me..?” Stiles told her with a trembling voice. He presented a sapphire encrusted diamond ring to her in a small ring case.

Ella’s eyes overflowed with tears and she nodded her head. “Yes, I will marry you.”

Stiles smiled widely and let out a small laugh. He pulled her hands in his and placed the ring on her finger with ease. Ella looked up at him and their eyes met for a moment of joy. She watched Stiles swallow thickly and he leaned his head close to hers. Ella had never been shown such affection and her heart raced as his lips grew closer to hers. When they met, she kissed him gently and they shared a sweet and delicate moment. Ella knew that with Stiles, everything would end up okay.

Stiles held Ella’s hand as the guests arrived. In walked Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Cindy, and Snow in their full human form that Ella had only seen twice before now.

“You guys look amazing!” Ella said to them and they each curtsied before the royals.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Ella considers you family, and now that she’s one of ours, you’re welcome here at any time,” Noah said to them.

Next to enter was Malia and Allison who, despite having a rough day, looked elegant and smiled politely at Ella and curtsied respectfully.

“Hello, Ella. Congratulations on your engagement,” Allison said cordially.

Ella smiled at them. “Thank you. And thank you for coming tonight, I really wanted to talk to you both…”

“Of course,” Malia said sadly.

The food was brought in and the pixies made quick work of striking up conversation with Stiles.

“So, what’s your favorite thing about Ella?” Snow asked.

“Oh god,” Ella mumbled.

“Uh... haha. I think her smile is my favorite thing about her. So far anyway,” he responded, which earned a nod from Ella’s friends. Stiles then surprised the girls by asking, “What’s yours?”

Ariel laughed, “Oh, he’s good.”

The dinner went well and by the end of the meal, Melissa and Noah were laughing and joking with Ella’s family as if they were their own. Malia and Allison contributed to small talk almost exclusively, but laughed at the jokes as well. When it was time for the guests to leave, Ella bid her friends goodbye and watched them fly off.

“Ella..?” Malia’s small voice said from behind her. Stiles squeezed Ella’s hand and left the room to give the girls privacy.

“Yes?”

Allison produced a small leather-bound book from the satchel she carried and handed it to Ella.

“We found this today in moth—in Winifred’s room. It belonged to your mother. I don’t know why she kept it all of these years, but we figured you were its rightful owner,” Malia said slowly.

“And we know it’s not much, but… We’re sorry. What happened was unacceptable, and now that we’re grown, we can see where we could have done things differently and we’re sorry we didn’t,” Allison added.

Ella let her hands roam over the book and looked up at her stepsisters with teary eyes. “Thank you. This means so much to me. I know it wasn’t easy for you two either, and I forgive you. That’s why I invited you here tonight—I hope that we can start a new chapter together without any interference or fear.”

Malia and Allison smiled brightly.

“We’d like that very much,” Allison said.

“You always did have good ideas,” Malia added.

The three girls embraced in a long hug and despite their checkered past, Ella felt nothing hateful or angry towards them. She made sure that they would get an invite to the wedding and she wanted to keep in touch with them and hoped that Winifred would stay away for a long, long time.

The next week went by in a blur for Ella. It felt like she had to make the most important decision of her life every day—from the cake to the flowers, the orchestra and decorations—it all seemed like a life or death situation. But with Stiles by her side, she handled it well and when the day finally came, she could barely believe it.

“You need help with the corset, dear?” Cindy asked from the other side of the partition. Ella was getting ready for the ceremony and she knew that the dress she picked out was slightly complicated, but she loved it just the same. Her bridesmaids were, of course, her very best friends.

“Um, yes, actually! I didn’t think I would, but good lord these are picky little things when you try to tie them yourself,” Ella said.

Cindy giggled and helped tie her into her dress, then helped place the veil in her hair.

“You look gorgeous, Ella,” Cindy said once the outfit was complete.

“Let us see you, come on!” Jasmine urged. Cindy and Ella stepped out from behind the partition and the room was filled with gasps.

“Oh, you look wonderful! That was an excellent choice of dress,” Snow adored.

A knock at the door ended the moment and Ariel opened it to reveal King Noah standing in his formal attire.

“We’re ready when she is,” he said to Ariel. Ella took a deep breath and gripped her bouquet tightly. She thought about how Stiles was feeling and hoped that he was just as ready as she was to be married. Ella stepped up and smiled at her father-in-law-to-be.

“Stiles is going to be blown away,” he told her. The group walked through the halls and the processional began. After the last pair—Ariel and Scott—made their way down the aisle, the music stopped and Ella could hear the shuffling of the people in the audience of the cathedral standing up. The organ began to play and Ella took a deep breath as the doors opened for her and Noah to walk through. She looked around and saw many unfamiliar faces, but once she reached the middle of the aisle, her eyes met Malia and Allison’s, who were smiling widely. Ella smiled back at them, and let her eyes travel to where her beloved Prince waited for her. Ella’s eyes met with the familiar golden brown ones that she had fallen in love with and she felt any fears and nerves wash away. When there were just a few more steps for Noah and Ella to take, Stiles trotted down the steps and met them in the aisle.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” Noah chuckled.

“Not my fault you walk too slow,” Stiles shrugged.

The ceremony went by in a blur as Ella’s attention was only on Stiles. When the officiant placed the tiara on Ella’s head, Stiles’ eyes widened and his smile grew. The rings and vows were exchanged, and as soon as the officiant gave Stiles permission, his lips were latched to Ella’s. His hands cupped her face and the audience clapped and cheered. Ella’s heart skipped a beat and Stiles smiled at her as their kiss broke.

“I love you, my princess,” Stiles whispered to Ella as they recessed down the aisle and out to the carriage to take them to their honeymoon.

“I love you, my prince,” Ella echoed once they were safely inside the carriage.

Stiles smiled widely at her and she beamed back at him. Their lips met once more in a passionate and loving kiss, and they lived happily ever after.

#stiles x oc #stiles stilinski

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