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quick someone give me an au where stiles constantly goes to derek’s loft

he just walks in rambling and complaning until he’s halfway to opening the fridge because he always steals derek’s food

but now the fridge is always empty because derek left

i want an au where stiles, sometimes, because he’s done with all the things, just walks in, purposefully and sits down in the middle of the loft and looks around

sometimes he’ll spend hours there

just waiting, because maybe if he stays very still and just waits derek will come back

and he’ll help them and it’ll be okay

but it never happens

months and months go by and it doesn’t

until maybe one day when stiles is used to derek not being there he just walks in rambling, muttering to himself, talking to the walls like derek is still there like he got into the habit of doing

and he opens the fridge, takes out his favorite soda, sits on the counter to start complaining some more

and then stops


looks down at the can of soda he has in one hand and over to where Derek is sitting at the end of the counter, slowly eating your breakfast like “no go on, don’t let me interrupt your rant about butterflies and how they’re evil”

((I aim to please))

"So, I was hoping to pick your brain about a new case that's come up..." Stiles called as he waved a dismissive hand in the general direction of the bay window. His hand paused on the door to the refrigerator and he felt a tinge of unease. He pushed the door shut with a sigh, knowing that it would be empty.

As empty as the loft he was standing in.

He could feel how alone he was. No one lived on the upper two floors of the building Derek owned. Where the loft stood with its many memories.

He turned away from the empty fridge and kitchen to look out the windows.

The faint after-image of the Alpha pack's symbol that had been painted on the windows flashed across his mind for a moment before he shook himself and saw only the clean, clear glass.

Stiles sat down in front of the windows, eyes half-mast as he let his mind wander to the many conversations he'd had with the born wolf in this very space.


Several days later Stiles returned to the loft, mind and mouth running a mile a minute. Talking to Derek; well the walls but he'd never admit that, about the latest issue they'd been having with pollinating pygmy pixies. An alliteration that had him giggling when they weren't running from the clouds of pollen.

Scott, Kira, and Malia had been having an issue with the overwhelming dust up their noses. Stiles had managed to pull his shirt up in time to save his own nose. After a brief; cough filled, conversation with the queen of the pixies they'd managed to get them to leave off the heavy handed pollination.

Stiles managed to stop himself when he first set foot in the kitchen when he realized he wouldn't find anything to drink or snack on. Because Derek was still gone. And that still hurt. He moved to his place in front of the windows to talk as though Derek was still there, maybe upstairs. Listening without showing himself. IT wasn't much of a stretch of his imagination. Derek had done that very thing so many times before.


Weeks passed him much the same way. Stiles walking into the loft already talking to Derek; even when they never saw hide nor hair of the man, as though he was just around the corner. Out of sight but willing to put in his two cents if it was needed. Not that Stiles ever heard anything but he'd come up with several solutions while talking to Derrek; himself, in loft. He'd even started to get to the point where he'd just walk in and sit in the middle of the empty room, face turned towards the windows, and just sit silently. He had whole conversations in his head.


Six months later, Stiles marched into the loft like he owned the place. Talking and gesturing; he alternated between sitting quietly and talking to the walls, about the latest crazy thing that was going on. Combined with something he'd read in one of Deaton's various books. He wasn't paying any attention and headed straight for the kitchen without a second to remember the kitchen wasn't stocked with anything.

In fact the last time he'd been by he'd cleaned out the fridge and turned it off so it wasn't wasting power anymore. He'd only replaced enough light bulbs to make it easier to walk around when he was thinking an talking.

Stiles reached into the fridge and snagged a soda and smoothly hopped onto the counter; another favorite perch, and cracked the can open and brought it to his lips.

And froze.

The can was his favorite. And it was cold.

Stiles sputtered and practically fell off the counter and the stared down at the can in his hands. He gaped like a fish out of water and spun to see Derek sitting at the counter with a placid look on his face as he slowly chewed his cereal.

"Wha-? How-? But...?" Stiles tried, mind failing to come up with anything coherent. He set the can down and flailed with his hands as the tried to get what he was seeing and what his mind was trying to tell him on the same page.

"No," Derek countered before Stiles could finish forming a sentence in his head to protest the wolf's appearance. "Go on. Don't let me interrupt your rant about butterflies and how they're evil." He even punctuated his statement with a jab of the spoon in his hand.

Stiles stood for a second, completely motionless before he surged forward and hugged Derek as though he was trying to choke the life out of the older man. He was certain he was going to punch the wolf but his body and brain had leapt ahead of him to do what he really wanted.

"Shh," Derek soothed.

Stiles sniffled and only realized when Derek spoke that he'd been repeating, "You're back. You're really back! And you're alive!" Over and over again. He paused with a slight hitch in his breathing as he felt a large, warm hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles.

"I am. And I'm not leaving again," Derek promised and he nuzzled into the pale, mole speckled skin before him.

"Good," Stiles sighed as he relaxed for the first time in months.
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Stiles Stilinski

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Friday the 13th - Freeform



Full Moon Friday!(...the 13th)

Stiles asks questions and Derek replies... is it just an old wives' tale or is there more?

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"So... does it?" Stiles asked, poking Derek with a finger as he followed the wolf through the Preserve.

"Does what?" Derek replied as he paused to turn and level a glare at the teen.

"Does Friday the thirteenth do anything special to werewolves?" Stiles answered as though he'd repeated the question a few times. He probably had. Derek had just been letting the words wash over him like background noise. Soothing his rapidly fraying nerves this close to the full moon rising.

"Not usually," Derek replied as he turned to full face the teen. "Why?"

"What do you mean by 'usually'?" Stiles insisted, eyes lighting up at the prospect of getting new information on werewolves from Derek. "And I'm always curious. I like to know how things work. And if I'm going to be any kind of an Emissary... Spark... whatever," his hand flapped around his head like he was swatting at flies, "then I need to know everything I can about werewolves and what can affect them."

"What about banshees and kitsunes?" Derek retorted, ignoring the new question.

"No one has much info on the banshees in general... and as for kitsune? Kira's mom is giving me info here and there. It's a slow process but I'm writing everything down so I don't forget it," Stiles beamed proudly and he stood up completely straight. He'd grown a little more and the height difference between them had disappeared.

"That's interesting," Derek said with a half smirk as he turned to start their trek again.

"Hey! That's no fair! I answered your question so you should answer mine," Stiles grouched as he scrambled after the older man. He'd gotten a little more graceful as his body finally started to fill out. "What did you mean by 'usually'?"

Derek sighed as they walked into a clearing and turned to face the teen. "It's an old wives tale. But then, most of the lore we have on the supernatural is," he started. He noted the way Stiles held still, as though listening with every part of his body. "It's... for wolves that aren't Alphas... those that are born werewolves. Sometimes on a Friday the thirteenth, if it's a full moon, we can try to ... to fully shift."

Stiles cocked his head as he puzzled on the other's words. "What do you mean? Like the Alpha shift that Peter did?"

Derek shook his head and looked over the trees. The moon had started it's journey into the night sky, casting everything in an eerie blue light. "Like a full wolf."

Stiles' eyes went comically wide as the words sank in. He flailed a little before he managed to get himself under control. "Oh my god! That's so cool! Have you ever done it?"

Derek gave the teen a flat look again as he mouth drew down at the corners in a stern frown. "No. There hasn't been one in fourteen years. I wasn't old enough last time."

"So... are you going to do it tonight? I think you could. And you'd be a wicked looking wolf!" Stiles insisted as he felt a shiver of anticipation from his Spark at the thought of getting to see one of his wolves manage a full shift.

"It's ... I might not be able to," Derek replied as he looked at the ground. He'd always wanted to try. Ever since he'd seen his mother transform for the first time.

"I won't laugh if you can't," Stiles insisted solemnly. "I'll even cheer you on. And who knows? Maybe having a Spark around could help you manage the change."

Derek looked up, a hopeful light sparked in his eyes but he remained silent, not wanting to hope for something that could be taken away from him so easily. Even though he knew Stiles wouldn’t do something like that to him.

"Dude, I'll even hold your clothes but you have to let me pet you if you go full wolf," Stiles added as he held out his arms.

"Seriously?" Derek asked with a raised eyebrow, even as he moved to take his jacket off.

"Yup. That's what buds do," Stiles replied with a wide grin as he realized was going to get what he wanted. And Derek would hopefully get what he wanted. So everyone was going to win.

"And you're not planning on taking naked pictures of me, are you?" Derek asked warily as he looked at the grin on Stiles' face and paused in taking his shirt off.

Stiles frowned at the accusation, "Dude. I would totally use your awesomely sculpted chest and abs for my nefarious purposes, but I wouldn't use naked pictures of you."

Derek raised his other eyebrow. "Miguel?"

Stiles blushed slightly as Derek laid his shirt over Stiles' arm. "Yeah. Like that. But to be fair, I didn't know you then. All I knew was that you were a werewolf at that point. And that I could probably use your hotness to get Danny to do what we wanted him to do."

Derek drew his eyebrows together as he started on his sneakers. "Really? You think I'm hot?"

Stiles' eyes went comically wide as the realized what he'd just said. "I don't know know what the safe answer is!" he whined.

"The truth," Derek answered simply as he tied his shoes together and slung them over Stiles' free arm.

"Yes?" Stiles replied as he closed his eyes like he expected to be hit.

"Good," Derek replied with a smirk as he laid his pants and underwear over Stiles' arm and turned away from the teen to walk towards the center of the clearing.

"Wha-?" Stiles asked as he felt the weight and opened his eyes in time to see Derek's completely naked butt. "I think I'm gonna pass out," he murmured.

"I wouldn't recommend that," Derek chuckled as he closed his eyes and tipped his face towards the moon, concentrating on the feel of the moon's pull on his wolf. "You might miss something."

Stiles stared in open mouthed silence as Derek's whole body seemed to ripple for a second. He let his own mind quiet as he focused on Derek. He could feel an answering ripple from his Spark and gave a nudge to Derek.

Derek gasped as he felt his whole body shift and realign. He fell to all fours as fur sprouted all over, and his spine and face elongated. It felt freeing as he closed his eyes to get a better feel for the Change. He felt a nudge from Stiles, familiar with the way the teen's Spark felt when he helped his wolves and couldn't help the slight smile that came to his face that quickly changed into a wolfish grin. He opened his eyes to a different perspective, close to the ground and sharper.

"Holy god," Stiles breathed as he watched Derek shake himself, coat shifting with the movement and shining under the light from the moon.

Derek gave a half-bark and trotted over to Stiles, tongue back in his mouth for the moment. He nuzzled the teen and licked his face before sitting back on his haunches with his head tilted.

"That's so cool. And you're gorgeous," Stiles breathed softly as his fingers itched to dig into the soft looking, dark fur. Derek snorted at the comment and nuzzled Stiles again. "Can I set your clothes down?"

Derek nodded and watched as Stiles stacked all of his clothes on his shoes and reached out slowly, hesitant as to weather or nod Derek would accept the gesture. Derek gave a huff and leaned into the fingers, fur as soft as it looked.

"You know your fur is as soft as your hair?" Stiles murmured quietly as he let his fingers card through h dark fur. "And your eyes are the same pretty hazel green, except when you make them flash, like that." He laughed softly as he leaned into the warmth offered by the wolf and slowly nuzzled the thick fur. He laughed softly as he heard a low woof and felt Derek rest his head on Stiles' back. "So... you can fully shift into a full wolf. What do you want to do now?"

Derek pulled away and pranced a bit before stilling. He waited until Stiles was looking at him and ran a few meters away before running back and barking.

"You want me to chase you? Through the woods? In the dark," Stiles asked as he stood and looked over at the wolf. He noted the white tips of his paws like each one had been dipped in white paint, and a streak of white down his chest from just under his chin that stopped mid-belly. He shook himself and watched as Derek nodded and hopped a bit again with another woof. "Alright, but you need to go easy on me. I don't have wolfy reflexes like you do. And what about your clothes?"

Derek shook himself and walked over to the pile and sniffed before prancing away.

Stiles shrugged and figured they'd be okay. "Then lead on."

Derek barked happily and let out a short howl before taking off at a bouncing, zigzagging run. He looked back and saw Stiles following in a straight line with a grin on his face to match the wolfy one Derek was sporting him himself. They ran for over three hours; stopping occasionally, before Stiles collapsed on his back in the middle of a clearing.

"Man, you're gonna have to give me a bit before we head back for your clothes. I'm whipped. It was like running suicides for Finstock," Stiles panted and he looked up to see the moon was much lower now. He laughed as a tongue laved over his face and helped cool him off. "At least you don't have doggy breath."

Derek huffed and flopped on his stomach next to Stiles with his head on the teen's stomach. He closed his eyes, content to enjoy the other's presence.

"I guess we should probably start heading back soon," Stiles sighed as he sat up and looked around, dislodging Derek who huffed as he moved his head to stay on Stiles' lap. "Are those your clothes?"

Derek lifted his head and followed Stiles' line of site before looking up at the teen and nodding.

"So... you led me back here. That's kinda sweet," Stiles replied. Derek huffed and stood, walking over to his pile of clothing. He shifted back to human, the process a little slow as though the born wolf was tired.

"Thank you," Derek said as he started pulling his clothes on.

"For what?" Stiles asked as he flopped back in the grass and stared at the sky.

There was silence before he felt more than saw Derek lay down next to him. "Everything," Derek replied as he laid his head on Stiles' stomach as he looked at the stars himself.

"Any time," Stiles replied as he let his hand unconsciously drift down to tangle in Derek's hair. He froze as he realized what he was doing.

"You can keep going," Derek said as he reached up and dragged Stiles' hand through his hair. "It feels nice."

"Yeah?" Stiles asked as he started carding his fingers through the thick black hair. "I think you're nice."

"Same here," Derek replied with a shrug. "Well, more than that. But I didn't think we were doing confessions."

Stiles sputtered and froze again. "Do... what!?"

Derek tilted his head back to look at Stiles. "Confessions. About feelings. Like the ones I have for you," Derek added flatly with a raised eyebrow.

Stiles' eyes went wide and he nodded silently. "That's so awesome!"

Derek huffed and leaned up and laid a gentle kiss on Stiles' lips. He pulled back a bit and waited to see how Stiles would respond.

"Hell yes!" Stiles crowed in triumph as he wrapped the older man in a tight hug.

Derek merely held on to the teen and let him try to hug the life out of him.

"Best Friday the Thirteenth ever!" he shouted as he crashed his lips back onto Derek's with a grin.

The End

[FIC] What's That? - G - 1/1 - Teen Wolf

"What's that?" Stiles asked, voice flat as his mind tried to process what he was seeing.

Derek growled and snapped the air in Stiles' general direction. "Nothing..."

"You know... I only ask 'cause that ... that looks like a tail. Just sayin'."

"Don't even think about trying what you're thinking right now. I will rip your throat out with my teeth," Deer growled as the aforementioned tail swished slowly behind him.

"I wasn't gonna touch it without permission!" Stiles insisted, affronted by the suggestion.

Derek grumbled something under his breath as his tail unconsciously moved closer to Stiles' hand with every pass.

Stiles watched the furry appendage with intent eyes, he rolled his hand over and waited for the tail to pass over his hand. He gave a small giggle as the soft fur tickled the palm of his hand. "It's so soft!" he murmured in wonder.

Derek growled lower this time. "Stiles..."

"I didn't do anything! You wagged it over my hand!" Stiles protested.

"I did not wag," Derek practically snarled as his tail froze and pulled in towards him.

"Aw... are your ears as soft?" Stiles asked, ignoring the sharp, pointed teeth aimed at him. His fingers twitched and made abortive motions towards the wolf.

"Stiles," Derek warned just as long fingers brushed through his thick hair to rub at the base of his dark ears. A moan was ripped from his throat as he practically melted against the teen's hands.

"I must have found the perfect spot, didn't I?" Stiles chuckled and continued his motions, letting his other hand come to join the first.

"Don't you dare tell anyone," Derek warned, voice soft as he rubbed his head against Stiles' chest. "And don't stop..." he whined.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Stiles promised.

Things had spiraled out of control in less time than it took to cough at the awkwardness in the room.

Derek's right hand was wrapped firmly around Chris' throat, teeth bared and claws out, as he bodily hauled the Hunter backward, aiming to slam him against a wall. The wolf completely ignored the gun aimed at his temple, anger flowing through him at the mere suggestion that had been offered.

"He has to die," Chris gritted out, teeth just as bared as Derek's were. His finger was steady on the trigger of his gun. "And I'll go through you if I have to. It has to be done. I'm sorry."

Allison stared at her father in mute horror as she watched the stand-off. Scott pressed against one side and Isaac on the other. Kira's gasp of surprise broke the silence of the room as she walked in on Derek's claws digging in slightly harder.

"I don't care what your 'friend' told you," Derek snarled, eyes flashing. "We'll find another way. It's only because of Stiles that you're even here right now to threaten him." He pressed his lips together, body tense as he glared into the blue eyes of the man before him.

"Katashi," Chris replied, venom dripping from his words. "Isn't really a friend, but he owes me a debt and he's honest. We have to do what must be done. And I'll do it if I have to. I promise it'll be quick. He won't feel a thing." A pained expression crosses the Hunter's face but he quickly schools it back to a neutral one.

"And I said not a chance," Derek snarled as he pushed harder, blood just starting to well into the cuts his claws were making as his eyes flashed blue in challenge.

"What would we tell the Sheriff?" Scott asked, voice quiet but firm. "There's gotta be another way. Something we can do to save him."

Christ kept his head motionless and his gun trained on Derek as he moved his eyes to try and spot Scott. "Katashi said there's no cure. You let the Oni do what they came to do. They'll get rid of the dark spirit and leave. Or we can kill it in it's chosen vessel. If the Oni kill Stiles it's going to be messy and very painful. Do you want to watch him impaled and hauled into the air on five swords while he bleeds out slowly?"

Scott swallowed hard and shook his head, hands moving to grip Allison and Kira.

"We won't have much time then, but we're not letting them get Stiles," Derek insisted as he flexed his hand slightly in shock and nearly dropped Chris.

"Fine. Have it your way. But if he attacks me, I'm defending myself. Simple as that," Chris replied as he slowly pulled his gun back in a show of trust.

Derek watched and listened for the lie. He heard none and nodded as he slowly retracted his claws and pulled his hand back.

"We have until sunset to figure something out," Scott said with a determined look in his eye. "We've got a lot of work to do."


[FIC] Over Coffee? - T - 1/1 - Teen Wolf

"What's this?" Derek asked, one broody looking eyebrow raised as the steaming cup before him was waggled slightly.

"Coffee. One would think a creature of the night; such as yourself, would know of such things," Stiles replied as he swung the cup again.

"It doesn't smell like coffee," Derek replied as his eyebrow dropped and both moved to scrunch together.

"Yes it does," Stiles countered as his own brow raised in confusion. "It's red velvet. Thought I'd be nice and bring you some since I brought some for everyone else." He set the white and blue cup on the table next to Derek's hand before sitting down as well.

"It's cake? I thought you said it was coffee?" Derek asked, confusion clearly evident on his face. He gave an experimental sniff of the cup nearest him and huffed as he shook his head. The unfamiliar smell was throwing him off.

"No... it's coffee," Stiles replied slowly as his mind raced ahead and realized something. "You've never had flavored coffee before?"

"No. I always had what Laura made. Black with two sugars," Derek replied, eyebrows making a valiant effort to touch. Sadness washed over his face briefly as he thought of his sister. "She'd hand me a cup and that's how I'd drink it. I got used to it."

"And that's how you order it when you go through a drive-thru?" Stiles asked, looking affronted now. On the wolf's behalf, of course.

"Yeah. Starbucks is easy that way," Derek replied with a shrug as his face went back to it's usual resting state.

Stiles hissed like a movie vampire presented with a blessed cross.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"You didn't say the bad word, did you?" Scott asked from his place on the couch.

"What 'bad word'?" Derek demanded as he looked at Stiles as the teen seemed to be trying to cleanse himself. "All I said was I usually get my coffee at Starbucks."

Stiles hissed again as he writhed his way to the floor.


"You said it again," Scott replied as he got up, concern on his face as he made his way over to his best friend. "He didn't mean it."

"They're a chain and they make decent coffee. What's so evil about Starbucks?" Derek growled, irritated this time.

"No!" Stiles practically wailed from his fetal position on the floor.

"Stop saying it," Scott ordered with his own growl. "He hates that place."

"He's never had Dutch!" Stiles moaned as he practically crawled up Scott, eyes watering as a look of horror crossed his face.

"I know. But you've fixed that," Scott soothed as he tried to pull Stiles back up onto his stool near Derek.

"Drink!" Stiles demanded dramatically as he pointed at the cup sitting innocently next to Derek. "I will not allow this travesty to continue any longer!"

Scott rolled his eyes and bobbed his head. "Sometimes it's just easier to give in. And he's right. It's really good."

Derek shrugged and reached for the cup, feeling a little nervous at having two sets of eyes on him. His paused with the cup half way to his lips before he pulled it away to look between Stiles and Scott. "Don't stare at me."

"I'm watching this. Your Dutch Cherry is being popped, and I don't wanna miss it," Stiles countered as he rearranged himself into a comfortable position on the stool. "Go somewhere else, Scott," he added as he waved a dismissive hand.

Scott scoffed but laughed as he walked away, shaking his head to go sit on the couch with Allison and Isaac. No one else dared to look in Derek or Stiles' direction.

"Why do you call it Dutch?" Derek asked as he fiddled with the cup.

"It's short for Dutch Brothers. Excellent coffee," Stiles replied offhandedly.

Derek nodded as he brought the cup back up to his lips, eyebrows high on his forehead as he watched Stiles' watch him. Stiles merely readjusted himself as he watched in rapt attention. With a mental shrug Derek brought the cup the rest of the way up and took his first sip of the coffee. His eyes rolled back in his head as a high whine followed by a deep, sensual moan as he flavor exploded over his tongue.

Stiles gave a shit-eating grin at the sound for a moment before looking concerned. "Good, yeah?"

Derek didn't reply as he took another drink. He made the same, almost distressed noise as he took another sip and his eyes rolled back. He shifted his hips slightly as he moaned again, deeper and longer this time.

"Are ... are you having a religious experience... over ... coffee!?" Stiles gaped as he stared at the older male before him. He watched as the wolf practically made love to the cup with his mouth as he took another drink and a whimper escaped him this time. Stiles reached out; concerned for the reaction, and received a growl. "Seriously!?"

"Mine," Derek growled quietly as he hunched over the cup protectively and took another sip with a moan.

"You sound like you're having sex," Stiles murmured as he felt a blush rise on his cheeks from the sounds. "And I'm not taking your cup away so you can quit going all protective momma on it." He rolled his eyes and leaned back to emphasize his point.

Derek glared as he sat up a little straighter. "This is..."

"Never had anything that good before?" Stiles asked, eyebrow raised. "How could you have missed flavored coffee?"

Derek shrugged and took another drink, hands cradling the cup like a precious artifact.

"So... you make it sound like yours is to die for. And the sounds your making make me want to try it," Stiles said, as his hands made an abortive gesture towards the cup.

Derek raised an eyebrow as he finished off the cup and looked down sadly. "It's gone."

"Seriously?" Stiles huffed. "I got my usual and you made that sound like it was orgasmic. I almost want to kiss you just to see what ti tasted like."

"And why don't you?" Derek asked, feeling relaxed and generous.

"Um, you'd punch me," Stiles replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Not if you let me have some of yours," Derek replied as he gestured towards the cup at Stiles' elbow.

Stiles looked shell-shocked as he stared at Derek for a moment before lunging forward to press his lips to Derek's with a grin of triumph.

"About time," Scott said from his place on the couch.

Derek ignored the other wolf as he pulled Stiles onto his lap with a groan of appreciation while the teen's tongue searched out every last bit of flavor from the coffee. His arms moved to help cradle the lithe young man as they finally broke apart for air.

"Well, that was..." Stiles stuttered as he grinned like an idiot.

"...eye opening?" Derek finished for him as he gave his own soft smile.

"That's it, we're outta here," Scott called as he grabbed Allison and Isaac to bodily drag them out of the loft.

Stiles and Derek ignored them as they stared at each other. "Was it really just about he coffee?" Stiles asked breathlessly.

"Nope," Derek replied with a grin. "But I didn't know how to ask."



"Wanna go get more coffee?"

"Hell yes."

The End
Stiles looked down at the key on his key ring hoping against logic. 

His good old friend logic was about to blow a huge hole in his world as the key slid into place perfectly. The door unlocking and swinging open silently was all the more damning. With a shake of his head he moved towards the chalkboard, hands trembling and heart racing. 

He felt like he couldn't breathe. 

He certainly didn't want to do what he knew he had to do. 

He had to know... had he left the message on the board? Had he let Barrow into the chemistry lab to keep him hidden from the wolves? And why would he have done it? He shook himself as he wiped his hand on his pants to be able to hold the chalk. 

Quick, efficient strokes of the chalk over the board to copy the numbers had the fear overwhelming him again as he looked at the matching handwriting. The calk fell from nerveless fingers as he stared at the evidence before him. 

"A mass murderer is bad enough. A mass murderer that's being controlled by someone? Far worse." Agent McCall's words rang through his head, echoing and distorting. Blaming and accusing him. His chest felt tight as thoughts scrambled over each other like excited puppies. 

"Stiles?" a voice cut through the silence of the class room like a knife, concern clearly evident.  

"Who's there?" Stiles asked, voice weak as he turned to look back. There was no in the room. Just him and the numbers on the board. 

"Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard tell him to kill Kira."

Stiles swallowed hard as he looked over the numbers again. Something didn't feel right. He looked to the left of the board and saw the periodic table on the filing cabinet and an idea struck him.

He tilted his head as he looked over the message again and the feeling grew as he looked across the room. He remembered coming in here with Lydia and a time skip in his memory before he was at the board with her. He'd almost been at the front of the room. She'd been looking on the other side of the room for a few moments and he'd felt a little out of breath.  

He walked back in the room to where he and Lydia had split up. A glance at the clock told him he didn't have long before school started. With another deep breath he darted towards the front of the room, picked up a piece of chalk, scrawled the numbers and darted back to where he remembered being when Lydia had headed for the board. 

Less than ten seconds. Finstock's suicides were paying off. 

He'd written the message. 

But it wasn't orders. 

It was a warning.

But how in the Hell had he known?

[FIC] Derek's Submission - Explicit - 1/1

Title: Derek's Submission
Author: Chimera Dragon
Pairing: Sterek
Warnings: Explicit, kinks (bondage, spanking, toys), slash(sex between two men)
Author Notes: I saw a request on Tumblr and the plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone until I'd written it. And more than 5k words later … this. I think I got them all. Enjoy!

(...) = texting
“...” = talking

-Derek wearing panties and stockings
-Derek being tied to a bed and slowly fucked with a vibrator
-Derek being spanked and then having his butt gently handled and rubbed after
-Derek baring his throat to someone and letting them bite him all over
-Derek asking to bottom and his partner slowly fingering him open until he comes all over himself untouched
-Derek being unable to speak and being on the verge of tears as someone tells him he’s a good boy and how beautiful and wonderful he is
sub!Derek (。♥‿♥。)

Derek felt like his nerves were shorting out. 
"You want ... what?" Stiles asked again, eyes huge and mouth open in disbelief. 
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[FIC] Only a Few Hours - T - 1/1

Only a Few Hours

Things like this really shouldn't surprise him anymore. the fact that his life is just that screwed up that this should be a normal occurrence isn't what freezes Derek's feet in place.

It's that voice.


The Pack is frozen around him. Scott's in charge since Derek gave up his power to save Cora and he hasn't run across another Alpha that was out of control. He was just fine being a Beta. But this... he can feel their eyes on him. Especially Stiles' eyes.

"Derek, what's going on?" the woman asks again. Her long, dark hair falling gently down her back.

"Who's that?" Scott asks, voice only partially quiet.

There's silence for a few moments before a wounded, wretched sound rips it's way free from Derek's throat and his whole body shakes. "M-mom?" his voice isn't much more than a pained whimper.
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[FIC] Building Bridges - G - 1/1

Title: Building Bridges
Author:Chimera Dragon
Genre: AU
Prompt: Building Bridges
Word Count: 1203
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: On an alternate Earth the Atlantis Expedition is an architectural firm called: Atlantis Enterprises. John and Rodney are two of their best designers.

“You're out of your mind!” Kavanaugh snarled viciously.

“You seem to be the only person here that thinks so...” Rodney sighed with a roll of his eyes.
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