Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.
He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.
“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.
“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.
“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.
“Do they really, really, really have mermaids?” Katie gushes, clutching at her dad’s hair from her place on his shoulders and tugging with excitement.
“Merfolk,” Derek corrects distractedly, reading over the little brochure they gave them at the entrance.
Don’t feed the wildlife.
Don’t tap on the glass.
Don’t throw anything in the water.
Don’t engage with the merfolk, only do so when a member of the staff is present as to not incite conflict with our guests.
Derek wonders what it’ll be like, seeing merfolk for the first time. They’re such an interesting culture with so little of its history discovered.
Derek doesn’t really know what happened. He just knows there was a lady and she was pretty but she was also really mean and she was trying to hurt his friends.
“Holy fuck,” Erica mutters and is harshly shushed by Isaac.
“Don’t swear in front of the kid.”
“It’s not a kid,” Erica counters. “It’s just-“
Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.
Note: Bestiality warning is because the version of sphinx here is lion-shaped from waist down, and I don't know how else to tag that.
2/10/16: Added one PWP chapter.
Bookmarked by gramonon
15 Apr 2018
Derek's a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family's failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn't expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff's shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn't expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.
Bookmarked by gramonon
03 Apr 2018