Cuddlibus Cas is in dire need of some alpha cuddles. He keeps running into his new neighbor who just so happens to be an excellent hugger. A mutually beneficial cuddle arrangement might lead to more than either of them bargained for.
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09 May 2022
Derek is at a convention, no, THE convention. The convention that Alphas meet at twice a year, every year, to pick their omega.
Derek is a very well known Alpha. He's strong, has good ancestors, and has gone through lots of omega training. He knows what he's doing and everyone else knows that as well.
Derek has came to the convention before, but he just never finds anyone. He's not even sure if he wants to.
This time though, this time is different.
He sees Stiles standing there, not flaunting himself or acting like he's the shit like every other omega. He's just there, waiting. Stiles is gorgeous, there is no way he can leave this place and not have an Alpha, but that's just the thing. Derek doesn't want him leaving with any Alpha, he wants him to be leaving with himself. He wants Stiles, and he'll do whatever he can to get him.
Derek has always kept his distance from Stiles, refusing to act on his instinctive desire for the pale, doe-eyed human. But at what cost? When circumstances reveal the horrors that Stiles has suffered due to Derek's self-imposed distance, will the Alpha be able to make it right before it's too late?
“Who are you to the pack?” the hunter asked.
“I’m nobody.” Stiles answered plainly.
And a harsh chill ran through Derek’s body. His breath caught in his throat because… because Stiles’ heart… it had remained steady. Stiles… actually believed that. Believed that he was ‘nobody.’ How could Stiles believe that?
“What if you don’t love him anymore?” Rowan asks, squinting at Stiles in the sunshine. “After you fall in love with the new person?”
“How?” Stiles asks, perplexed. “Do you stop loving someone when you meet the next?”
“I guess you don't have to,” Rowan says. “You could keep loving Unc—him. And the new person.”
“I don’t think I’d be me if I didn’t love him,” Stiles signs. “I’d be someone different.”
- Part 2 of the place between
There is an ironic balance to the situation that strikes Peter as especially humorous. Typically, Peter is not bitten by humans.
Typically, werewolves are the ones who do the biting.
But, here in the forest ringing the Hale House, there is certainly a feral human boy and he has certainly bitten Peter.
It’s partly Peter’s fault. Maybe thirty percent. He had stuck his hand within biting distance.
- Part 1 of the place between