Derek/Stiles
anonymous
August 20 2011, 19:55:51 UTC
So how about some were-something (werecat?) Stiles? Not only werewolfs are made by bite, Stiles discovered that the hard way when he got bitten by some stray cat. So you'd think that being a werecat in a town full of werewolf is like a death sentence? But true is that Stile's new smell makes him rather irresistible...especially for Derek. Big plus for purring Stiles!
FILL: Derek/Stiles (1/?)
anonymous
August 24 2011, 23:29:52 UTC
Just a warning, this fic will most likely be pretty ridiculous. I'm having fun writing it, though. :D I'll try to update as often as possible. Hope you like it, OP!In retrospect, Stiles probably shouldn’t have tried to pet the cat. All his life, he’s had bad experiences with trying to pet cats - dating back to his Grandmother’s old Persian and the time he’d reached out to stroke its fur and had, in return, gotten a face full of claws. Cats hate Stiles, it’s a fact. He’s learned and relearned that fact countless times
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FILL: Derek/Stiles (2/?)
anonymous
August 24 2011, 23:55:00 UTC
I forgot to mention, but this fic takes place before the Alpha is killed, likely only a while after Scott is turned.It looks even worse in the light. Stiles gags a little when he peels back his sleeve to see it - most of the blood is dried and caked onto his skin, but fresher blood is dripping down his arm and landing on the floor
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FILL: Derek/Stiles (3/?)
anonymous
August 25 2011, 23:40:12 UTC
It’s his phone that wakes him up in the morning, trilling loudly from somewhere on the floor. Stiles grunts and falls out of his bed, scrambles across the floor with his eyes half-open. He picks it up hastily and slumps against the floor.
“Uh, hello?” his voice is hoarse to his own ears, and he clears his throat.
“Stiles? Where the hell are you? Is something wrong?” It’s Scott.
“Jeez, no, uh. Wait, where am I supposed to be?”
There’s a pause. “School, Stiles. We have a test in like, half an hour. Are you sick or something?”
Stiles opens his eyes and looks over at his alarm clock. Already after ten. Oh shit.“No, I’m, I’m fine. I’m coming now. Slept through my alarm,” he mumbles. “See you in a bit
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FILL: Derek/Stiles (4/?)
anonymous
August 27 2011, 15:10:51 UTC
Thanks so much for the comments so far! :)He starts getting a headache long before lunch starts, a dull pain that pulses behind his eyes. The lights in the school seem unusually bright, the sounds of people talking and laughing loud enough to make his ears ring. If he didn’t know better, he would say he’s hungover. But he knows he didn’t drink anything. He would have remembered that
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Re: FILL: Derek/Stiles (4/?)vccvAugust 27 2011, 16:15:08 UTC
This is what I wake up and hope to see every morning: an update on this fic! I'm really enjoying the slow discovery. Stiles loving kitties who hate him is hilariously perfect. And your portrayal of Derek is priceless. You can almost see him saying, 'ha-rumph.' Looking forward to the next one :)
Big plus for purring Stiles!
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It’s his phone that wakes him up in the morning, trilling loudly from somewhere on the floor. Stiles grunts and falls out of his bed, scrambles across the floor with his eyes half-open. He picks it up hastily and slumps against the floor.
“Uh, hello?” his voice is hoarse to his own ears, and he clears his throat.
“Stiles? Where the hell are you? Is something wrong?” It’s Scott.
“Jeez, no, uh. Wait, where am I supposed to be?”
There’s a pause. “School, Stiles. We have a test in like, half an hour. Are you sick or something?”
Stiles opens his eyes and looks over at his alarm clock. Already after ten. Oh shit.“No, I’m, I’m fine. I’m coming now. Slept through my alarm,” he mumbles. “See you in a bit ( ... )
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I can't wait for more!
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