Gifts for aussiebee
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“I give you permission to woo my brother,” Isabelle says seriously. “Please. Do it for the good of humanity.” Magnus places his hands over hers, which are still gripping his shoulders, and stares back at her with an intensity he’s not sure the subject requires.
“This is in the top five weirdest conversations I’ve ever had,” he says gravely. “But thank you.”
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Magnus is a fashion designer. Alec is decidedly not. Magnus thinks that, despite the fundamental difference in their wardrobes, Alexander Lightwood is a mystery he'd rather like to solve. Possibly with his tongue.
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Stiles goes on a date with Derek in his sister’s place.
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Angles of geometry I'd thought impossible by orphan_account for aussiebee, tintagel
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
27 Jun 2019
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“Your parents named you Stiles Stilinski,” he says, derision clear in his voice.
“I mean obviously that’s not my real first name, Derek - but that’s really more of a third date conversation,” he adds, winking - this does nothing to help the heat in Derek’s ears recede. He gives up and sighs, letting his head fall into his hands.
“This is not a date,” he says, muffled and defeated, but still reasonably clear. “This is meant to be an interrogation. I haven’t even had any coffee this morning.”
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Derek would just like to be left alone so he can solve this case in peace, without attractive people ruining his plans with their nice hands or whatever.
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Dear Journal,
I’m not calling you a diary, as this is in no way a diary. This is a scientific journal. Or something. Yeah, I’m not very good at this either way. BUT! Considering this is for my own use only, I don’t have to be! Take THAT, Harris! Of course I am getting rambly and miss the point of the exercise!Right. What is the exercise you might ask? I will tell you! You see, dear journal, there is this guy. Pretty hot guy, if I do say so myself. The hottest.
Or alternatively, Stiles finds a book on how to get a werewolf to date you and then proceeds to fail miserably anyway. Or does he?
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“I’m fine.” Derek gave the back of Stiles’ neck a friendly squeeze, and settled himself on the previously unoccupied chair at the table. “I’d ask how you are, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to form a sentence.”
“Oh fuck you, dude!” Stiles hated the stupid little adorable creases at the corners of Derek’s eyes. “I was fine before you showed up, looming from the shadows.”
“It’s one thirty in California, in July,” Derek said with an expressionless look, “good luck finding any shadows. Especially one big enough to loom in.”
“Oh my god…” Stiles groaned and dropped his head to the table. “Why did you have to find a sense of humour now? Where was that ten years ago? Do you know how much more approachable you would have been if you’d ever smiled at us, in a non-terrifying way?”
“Yes.”
“You- oh my- wha-” Stiles spluttered and turned his head just enough to glare at Derek. “Oh, you’re an asshole.” -
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“Oh shit yeah - sorry guys! I forgot to mention that my brand spanking new boyfriend -- emphasis on the spanking -- is also a literal werewolf. Surprise!”
Derek goes rigid. Stiles is doing fucking jazz hands somehow.
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Stiles is ridiculous, Derek is attracted to him anyway, and talking about your trauma may sometimes lead to the best sex of your life (apparently).
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- Part 2 of Mates, but not the Aussie way
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“I don’t even know where to fucking start with that sentence, Stiles.”
“Any normal, good-mannered werewolf would start by renouncing their homophobia so they can support their friend in the pursuit of pastures peen, Derek,” Stiles says primly, standing up and shaking his head forlornly. Derek rubs his hands over his face, which doesn’t help.
Pastures peen, Jesus Christ.
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Sometimes it’s not so bad to give someone else control.
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“You,” Derek says, slowly and deliberately, “are beautiful and frustrating, and this isn’t a private enough place for me to tell you all things I’d like to do with your mouth, but I’d really like to show you some time.” Stiles swallows, and Derek’s eyes flicker down to watch the movement of his throat.
“That was pretty convincing,” Stiles manages to say after a moment, though it comes out a little more breathless than he’d intended. A small, slightly predatory smile starts to spread across Derek’s face and Stiles is definitely getting a hard-on in a parking lot, oh god. “How soon can we do that dinner exactly?”
“I can do tonight?”
“Any sooner than that?” Derek huffs out a laugh.
“I’ll pick you up at 7.”
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Derek is the dog-trainer that Stiles desperately needs. It turns out he might be something else Stiles desperately needs as well.
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- Part 1 of Mates, but not the Aussie way