GhostCorner

After weeks of debating if to keep on writing that fic and slowly adding a few sentences at the time, today I whopped out 3k in like less than 3 hours and dear got the plot will go on forever. Slow burn is not my thing, but this one feels like it's been put in a slow cooker.

I have lost count of how many hours I spent reading, crying, swearing and swooning over them. It's been more than 10 years, and I never ever had the guts to write about them because, god I love them so much I'm so scared I'm gonna mess it up.

And out of the blue now I am, words are flowing fairly easily even though I've got no clue where they are going. I got no plan, no plot, no nothing.

I don't even know if I'm going to put this on ao3 if I ever manage to finish it, but I'm so happy.

It's nice to see Derek let loose for once, now that they don't have to worry about any monster lurking around threatening their lives.

It's refreshing watching him like this, the way he laughs and accepts another drink, knowing full well it's Stiles' special brand of wolfsbane laced ones.

 Stiles looks at him and his magic crackles at his core, warming him up from the inside, calling for his mate to claim him, to make them one.

 He has known Derek is his mate for more than a year now, but he never made clear to the wolf that he knows, wanting things to settle and their town to be safe before trying to build a future with the Alpha.

He has known since after coming back from Berkeley, when he started his training with Seaton and finally accepted his spark fully.

He longs for Derek in a way that he can't explain.

He never thought he could be capable of loving someone else as much as he did his father. Not after he lost his mom, and his dad was all he had left and Stiles' broken heart went all to keep his father safe.

He never thought he would need someone this much, want them this much so deep in his core.

Of course he loved Scott, and the rest of the pack as well. But it wasn't the same kind of all consuming love that he felt for Derek.

 They'd been hinting at things for months, Beacon Hills peaceful and quiet now that the two Alphas were sharing and protecting the territory.

They spent a lot of time  together, just the two of them or with the pack, boding, strenghtening the ties that connect them all.

They both know that there’s more than just friendship between them and they both acknowledge it, especially with all the heated gazes and the lingering touches, they just haven’t talked about it yet.

 They waited, and waited and waited some more.

For things to be safe, for the pack to be stable and strong.

For both of them to be ready, to have healed at least some from all of their scars.

 Stiles has been ready for almost two months now and he’s tired of waiting.

 “Ready or not, sourwolf, here I come,” he thinks as he downs the last of his drink and heads towards Derek.

 The wolf sees him as he approaches, and Stiles offers him a smile that Derek answers to with one of his own, a bit of shyness colouring his lips.

Stiles’ smile turns into a grin, warmth and fondness for the man pouring from every pore.

He holds his hand out to Derek, a simple gesture to let him know he’s ready to finally take the next step.

It’s a risk, because Stiles doesn’t know if Derek is ready for this, but he needs to know now.

 Luckily Derek takes his hand and with a swift move pulls him into his side, wrapping his arm around Stiles’ waist.

Stiles wasn’t expecting this for sure. And now he’s blushing.

Especially because Derek is not so subtly scenting him in front of the rest of the pack, already staking a claim. Like there’s any need, Stiles thinks with a small chuckle, internally rolling his eyes.

Nonetheless he presses closer to Derek, his spark quivering with joy, a feeling warm like the sun inside him.

 Yes, Stiles is definitely done waiting.

He wants Derek’s scent on every inch of his skin, and even if he has to tie down his wolf to the bed to have it, that’s exactly what he’s going to get tonight.

It was Halloween night, and after the usual movies and bonding time with the pack, Stiles had gone home early, a well practiced excuse on his tongue so he could leave early.

He needed the time to get ready and now he was walking a well known path of the preserve, heading to the newly renovated Hale house.

He was dressed up for the occasion.  He knew his wolf would be waiting there for him.

What he didn’t expect as he was walking through the woods, red hood flapping around him and goodie basket in hand, was to feel like there was someone, no, something, following him.

It didn’t take him long to figure out it was Derek. The chase started.

Stiles’ laugh rung loudly through the tick forest, followed by a long excited howl.

He used his spark to get to the house before Derek, smug smile already tugging at his lips. He knew it was cheating a bit, since now he could run just as fast as the wolves without any aid from his magic, but hey, they were just having fun so no harm done with a bit of extra help, he thought.

Apparently Derek thought differently though, because now Stiles was tied in silky red rope, still fully clothed and kneeling in front of the bed. His breathing was heavy with arousal, he was ready to take all Derek would give him tonight.

“Are you ready, pup?” Derek asked, standing right behind him, hand gentle as it rested on the mating mark.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, his eyes locked on his hands.

He had been naughty after all. And naughty boys get punished.

Red Riding Hood - Spanking - Rope, very pretty red rope - Bondage - Stiles in lingerie - BDSM - Established relationship - CONSENT (this needs to be extremely clear because it’s one of the fundamentals of ANY relationship, not just a kinky one.)

Stiles dressed up as Red, Derek doesn’t really need to do much to dress up as the big bad wolf.

I haven't left it unfinished intentionally, but life has been busy and then it was too late.

I feel like that fic doesn't belong to me anymore, and I don't know how to end it.

I mean, I know what should happen and all, but it's like the words won't come out. And going back and reading it again I can't see myself in it anymore and I feel so guilty because literally I'm missing just one chapter to finish it. Two at most.

It's the worst, because I want to write more, but I'm letting down all those that have read it before and want to know how it ends. All those that left supportive comments and kudos.