Stiles is still reeling from the nogitsune when a Sluagh appears to feed off the hopelessness and fear the nogitsune left behind. Peter's afraid to get too close but a deadly encounter with the Sluagh forces Peter and Stiles to rely on each other in whole new ways.
Bookmarked by KAHawthorne
16 Jun 2018
The guy zeroes in on him with such intense focus that Derek kind of wants to run away, or maybe drown in those eyes, or maybe wrap the guy up in cotton and protect him from everything forever. Instead, wracked with indecision and overstimulation, his brain just shuts off. He doesn't know if he's thankful or mad at it for that, because that just leaves him looking into warm honeyed whiskey eyes which are as wide and inviting and beautiful as the day is young.
Cinnamon-spice attraction, tangy lemon curiosity, all wind-swept and coated with wild berries. The smell of him is overwhelming. Considering who he's engaged to, though? The influx of interest on his part is a little worrying and not something Derek wants to trust at all.
Laura is wrinkling her nose, at this point. Derek doesn't necessarily blame her.
His Mom, however, just gives the guy a sharp look before schooling her expression, standing from her chair at Peter's bedside and saying: "Are you Peter's fiancée?"
[Or: The one where Peter is the Beast and Stiles is Sleeping Beauty and Derek is the Big Bad Wolf, only, the Beast is the one sleeping, and all the Big Bad Wolf wants to do is save Sleeping Beauty.]
- Part 1 of TW Bingo♡
Stiles leans against the shaking machine and stares blankly at the book in his hands. He doesn’t remember the last time he had a real meal. He pushes his glasses back up his nose and tries to use the sounds of an empty laundromat to motivate him to read more. He’d managed to reanimate a corpse but the spell had worn off too quickly to test the Kerastes venom properly. He had to get this right soon, he was bound to get caught sneaking around the local graveyards, until he had his research approved he would be in danger of being caught and charged with a felony.
“Maybe if I add more of-”Stiles stopped mumbling out loud when he heard the door open and someone step into the once empty room.
“Oh don’t stop on my account darling.” Came a rumbling, cocky voice from above him.
“Please don’t be who I think it is” Stiles whispered, clenching his eyes closed tight in denial.
It was like the door was on fire.
Stiles stood there, staring. As the realization sunk in, he slowly reached for the doorknob. He grabbed it. It burned, as if blazing hot and freezing cold at the same time. He was stuck, fascinated, and then the door clicked-
-and he was blasted with rage and grief so powerful the next thing he saw was the ceiling of his room.
Who was that?
Stiles found him, crawling towards the door, burning almost everywhere but not giving up.
He might actually have made it without Stiles but in this universe he didn’t have to.
He grabbed the guy under his arms and pulled.
The man was heavier than he looked and barely responsive but weakly helped Stiles to carry him out.
When Stiles crossed the door’s threshold a beam behind them collapsed. It almost felt like it had just waited for Stiles to pass underneath it.
And considering the way Stiles’ world was changing right now he felt not beyond believing that might be what happened.
- Part 1 of Forged in Flames