Ficlet Challenge!
Hello all, and welcome to one of the first activities we'll be hosting without an episode of Teen Wolf to kee us occupied! Welcome probably isn't the word we should use, perhaps "join us in mourning" is a more appropriate phrase.
Today's activity is a ficlet challenge!
( Here's how it will go. )
Today's activity is a ficlet challenge!
( Here's how it will go. )
"What the hell, man? I thought cats were supposed to be the sneaky ones," Stiles clutches his chest through his shirt dramatically, and Derek wants to bare his teeth at the boy. Then Derek notices the beads of sweat on his forehead, the way his chest is heaving a little too much to be from Derek scaring him, and looks up to Stiles' computer to see - a blank screen. The boy turned off his monitor. Derek inhales deeply, smelling the teen's arousal. He walks toward the boy on the floor, ignoring as Stiles continues to talk. "Oh my God, you're not here to extort money from me, you're going to kill me because my dad was doing his job, aren't you."
Stiles sounds so doomed, his flushed face paling, and that just won't do. Derek kneels next to the boy and lays a hand on his stomach, spidering out his fingers and pressing down as Stiles tries to scoot away. "Not going to ( ... )
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