Stiles doesn’t really stop talking. There is always something to say, always something to get distracted by, even when he’s bouta get laid. But Derek is a good multitasker, somewhat listening AND making sure things are moving along, you know? Cause he loves Stiles and and and he’s horny.
“Hmm, really?” while he’s undressing Stiles.
“That’s interesting,” while he’s getting them to the bed.
“That is a fun fact,” right before he goes down on him.
“Do kanimas have scaly dicks. I don’t know, Stiles,” while he gets the lube and helps Stiles to his hands and knees. “No, I’m not gonna call Jackson and ask.”
“Yeah, I think you would be pretty as a wolf,” when he’s getting him open and ready.
Stiles’ words only die out when Derek finally pushes inside, his mind shutting off for a bit as Derek fills him up and wraps his body tightly around him.
It doesn’t take very long for that brilliant mouth to start moving again, but as long as Derek is fucking him into the mattress, Stiles can only really gasp and moan and make pretty noises that make Derek smile into his shoulder.
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Being annoying and teasing Derek is all fun and games until suddenly Derek’s whole body language changes, and he starts moving slowly toward Stiles without making a sound.
When Stiles sees the dangerous glint in those pale green eyes before they flash red, all he can do is aim for the door and hope for the best. Any attempt at escaping is futile, however. Derek is in predator mode now and that means Stiles is essentially screwed.
It’s only a matter of seconds before Stiles is on his back on the floor, Derek’s weight pinning him down. Stiles is already gasping for air, but Derek is just grinning down at him. Stiles knows exactly what he’s about to do, making Derek’s smile look even more evil.
“Derek, w-wait! Nonono, don’t do it. Please. I’m sorry! Don’t—”
Derek takes both of Stiles’ wrists in his hand and pins them above his head. Stiles tries to squirm, but he can’t move an inch with Derek holding him down like this. His heart is beating fast, blood rushing through him, heat gathering low and traitorous. Derek glances down between them, and his smirk turns sinful.
“You know, we could take care of that instead,” Stiles tries.
“Oh, no. This is happening first,” Derek says.
He enjoys the flash of real panic in Stiles’ eyes, combined with the spike of arousal in his scent.
“Derek, I swear to god. I’ll start using wolfsbane instead of laundry detergent—”
Derek digs the fingers of his free hand into the spot beneath Stiles’ ribs, and his boyfriend yelps and tries to squirm away again. To no avail, of course. He’s stuck here, completely trapped under Derek’s weight.
It might qualify as cruel and unusual. Cruel, because Stiles is extremely ticklish—to the point where breathing on him can make him squirm. Unusual, because, well…Derek normally doesn’t take advantage of it.
Despite this, he knows all the spots, and he keeps going at them without mercy until Stiles’ laughter is coming out in hiccups, tears streaming down his cheeks. Derek lets him breathe for a second, and Stiles probably thinks he’s safe. Derek can’t help himself then, and lets go of Stiles’ wrists to dig into his sides with both hands.
Stiles is gasping for air, twisting and laughing and whimpering for it to stop. Derek isn’t evil—not completely, anyway—so he starts kissing his neck instead and licks away tears that taste of adrenaline and want and happiness.
“Oh my god,” Stiles pants, once his breathing allows it. “You’re the worst. I’m getting a taser. Actually I’m gonna ask for one of those wands, you know, the lightsaber ones- Hey! Hands off! Nonono. Don’t even think about it. DEREK—”
'Hey guys, it's me, Jordan. I'm on Stiles watch today. As you all know, Stiles worries us a lot around here, especially the boss, but he's been getting into less trouble lately. He's been, uh. Melancholy? Which is a weird word to use about a goose that keeps trying to steal my Fritos, but yeah.
We weren't even sure he really knew that he was a goose, when he first showed up. He seemed like he might have been hand-raised and abandoned, but ever since the flocks heading south started going overhead, he's been out watching them.'
*muffled noises* *the camera zooms in on Stiles, and then tilts up to show a far-off vee of geese*
'There they go. Of course, none of us would try and stop him from going off with them, now that he's all healed up (though i think the boss would cry) but he never does, he always just'
*muffled noises*
'hold on, I'll try to follow without alerting him-'
*the camera lens shakily follow Stiles, mostly getting shots of reeds or dirt or Jordan's shoes until it comes to a stop again*
'-Stiles is really loyal, we guess, or lovestruck, so he always heads back to wherever Derek and the swooslings are. Which is napping today, I guess, so I guess Stiles will . . . wake him up, kind of rude - oh! look at the swooslings popping out. That's really f- that's super cute, huh? Pop-pop-pop.'
*the camera zooms in on the swooslings nestled inside Derek's feathers. one of the cygnets scrambles out towards their other dad*
'i think that one's Erica but it's hard to tell with twins. And now Stiles will probably snuggle onto the nest so they can all go back to sleep - Yep. It's still nap time-"
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i had the thought "what if derek was a swan and stiles was a goose and they fell in love" and i am losing it over this and having a giggle fit just imagine. derek is so graceful and stiles is a mess with sharp teeth and honking noises and they love each other but are mean to everyone else sorry that's just how it is in sterek bird land
"Oh, you want to see - yeah, that post on Instagram about them really took off, huh? No - no, it's real, there's lots of examples of homosexual behavior in nature and this is one of them. They've been together for about seven years now? Derek - that's the swan - used to be with another swan, Kate, but she was. She was a real problem. We used to catch her breaking their own eggs and eating them, and she was always bullying Derek when they weren't actually mating, hissing at him and plucking his feathers - he's actually still got a bald spot, but swans mate and sometimes that's it - we couldn't get Derek away from her.
Not until Stiles. He just showed up one day - actually, he showed up trapped in a plastic Target bag and we had to rescue him, and once he saw Derek he imprinted immediately. At first he'd just sort of hanging around, dong his own goose thing and sadly watching Der and Kate gliding around from a distance, but the first time he saw Kate plucking it was on. He went AFTER her - they were fighting all the time, we had to use nets, it was disturbing all the other birds - eventually we decided to catch and collar Kate and have her transferred to a different sanctuary. She was already on thin ice with us, anyway, since she was an egg-breaker.
So it's not like we were going to get cynets from Derek anyway, and when he finally let Stiles get up close and sweet with him, and share his nest - well. We all like Stiles, even if he is an idiot who needs rescuing about once a week. Derek does a lot of the heavy lifting for that, anyway. Like when Stiles got his head caught in a -
Oh, the babies? Uh, let me see . . . That's Erica and that's Isaac - they're the cygnets Stiles lured away from Jackson and Lydia, who are a pair that actually breeds. Boyd is an orphaned gosling Derek brought home.
Yeah, no, it's adorable. We know.
. . . that's a little exaggerated. I mean, I like Wodehouse as much as anyone, but swans do sometimes mind their own business . . . unless you get anywhere near Stiles. Then bets are off. We actually can't have female geese around because Derek gets very jealous and LOUD-'
Chief wildlife officer Stilinski (idk what he'd be called but that sounds official) is the one who found Stiles in the plastic target bag. He's unsure if Stiles was trying to fight the bag or if there was food inside it. He claims to not have a favourite, but none of the other animals in the sanctuary are named after him or get away with so much crime
Melissa McCall brings her rescue dog Scott to work with her. He's not allowed in the bird area, on account of he's a dog, but he does love pressing his whole snoot up against the chain link fence and wagging at them very enthusiastically. If he could melt through the fence terminator 2 style, he would. He likes birds
Most of the birds are afraid of Scott, on account of he is a dog, but not Stiles, on account of he doesn't have any survival instincts. His first meeting with Scott through the fence went kinda like
Stiles: hi. What the fuck are you
Scott: dog. What the fuck are you
Stiles: goose.
Scott: cool
Stiles: cool
Scott and Stiles: SNIFFSNIFFSNIFFSNIFF
Derek: LOUD HISSING IN THE BACKGROUND QUICKLY GETTING CLOSER
(also I couldn't figure out how to give Scott his crooked jaw, so I made him one of those dogs who sits crooked instead)
Jordan Parrish, Tara Graeme and Alan Deaton also work here. Deaton is the vet. Obviously
"Found him right outside the Target. I just went in to get a rice cooker-"
"I know," Melissa patted Noah on the shoulder. "I saw the box. We're all very proud of you."
"And there he was, hissing and scrabbling by one of the cart stations. All right, little guy. Everything's gonna be okay - bud. How'd you even get the handle wrapped around your leg like that?"
"He must be a contortionist. Oh," Mel winced, "just look at what it did to his neck. Poor baby. I'll go get Alan."
"Poor thing," Noah agreed, stroking a soothing thumb down the wings of a very confused and exhausted goose. "We're gonna have grind up all the meal worms and grass pellets for you. Maybe with some strawberries in there. You like strawberries, kiddo?"
The goose loved strawberries. When they released him into the Preserve a week later, strawberries turned out to be about the only thing that could lure him away from getting beaten half to death by the mate of his inter-species crush.
Poor kid.
"Stiles! That is not how we use the feeder-"
"Stiles, Derek is not going to like broken glass no matter how shiny it is-"
"Stiles! How did he even get into our bathroom - did he turn on the shower himself?"
"Why did you have to name him after me?" Noah groaned.
Deaton glanced up from swabbing a cut on Stiles' foot. "He's your son, isn't he?"
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You're supposed to stalk your prey. That's normal, everyone does that, no matter what his sister have to say about it. And it just makes sense, to fatten up your prey before you eat it. Honestly, Derek's amazed that no one's ever tried it before.
Maybe it's a little weird that the really cute that the totally average deer with eyes Derek hasn't even noticed ignored the big pile of leaves and grass and raspberries Derek hauled over in favor of the weird curly things at the bottom of a bag he stole from a human's car (there was a meat thing, too. Derek ate the meat thing) but he looked really happy about them and the deer's been looking really sleek and well-fed lately so that's.
Derek will probably eat him by the end of the season. Or next season. Definitely before the ice comes. Or before it melts.
He knows a raccoon who brings back bags full of stuff like those curly things all the time-
Now the wolf knows the deer’s scent. He can’t get it out of his nose, out of his head. The deer smells like autumn, like cinnamon and pine bark, and the wolf is hungry, yes, but not for food this time. For something he can’t pinpoint, something that keeps drawing him towards this deer day after day.
One night, when the moon is half full in the sky, Derek creeps closer. He doesn’t want to startle the deer, lest the little thing run away never to be seen in Derek’s part of the forest again. But he has to get closer, wants to roll around in the deer’s scent or at least the spot in the meadow where he’s just laid in, wear the scent like musk and never wash it off.
There’s no reason why the deer wouldn’t be scared of him. But Derek is shocked, though he tries to keep his own scent steady, when he stalks up to the deer and the animal merely flicks an ear at him, bats his overly large doe eyes up at Derek's glowing red orbs, and stares bravely up at the wolf.
Derek stops in his tracks, taken aback. Shouldn’t the deer be running for his life?
The creature makes a noise out loud, and Derek sees the smirk of its mouth as he hears a new voice in his head, interpreting the deer.
There you are, invades his mind in a voice like honey. I’ve been waiting for you.
Derek startles, feeling the honey fill his ears and soak into his brain and muddle everything until it’s all a warm, glossy glow that smells and tastes like sweetness.
The wolf doesn’t reply, but merely creeps forward slowly, keeping his stance as non-threatening and as gentle-looking as a massive black wolf can appear.
But the deer comes closer to him anyway, meets him halfway as it gets up from the field, long limbs straightening out underneath it. The deer gives a little shake of its body, cute little tail fluttering, white spots gleaming in the moonlight.
I’m Stiles, the deer tells Derek, but Derek doesn’t spare a second to think about the strangeness of the deer’s name. He’s too focused on the way Stiles is moving towards him slowly but confidently now, his own eyes widening as his nostrils flare in delight. The scent is not that of prey, but of mate.
Then their noses are touching, Stiles’ wet snout to his own, and Derek nuzzles a little out of habit. Sees Stiles’ large eyes shut in front of his own, long eyelashes fanning over the soft tawny fur that Derek so badly wants to lick, taste, savor. Protect.
Derek, the wolf reveals. Stiles gives a little prance of excitement at hearing the wolf’s name, and turns to nuzzle into his neck now, like he belongs there. The place where Derek won’t allow anyone but family to touch, the deer is sliding against like it’s his home.
Watch over me? the deer requests, blinking owlishly again when he pulls back, and Derek can see the moonlight reflected in his eyes, his spots mirroring the stars in the sky.
At first Derek doesn’t know what he means, but then his words are clear when Stiles walks elegantly over to a nook in the forest. Derek surprises himself by snorting as the deer trips over a few stones and branches here and there, before returning to his previous grace. Derek would say he’s surprised at meeting such a deer, but then he’s never met a deer at all, really — only as dinner.
But he has a feeling this one will be staying in his life for a long, long time.
Somehow they end up curled around each other on the forest floor. Derek can hear predators and animals from miles away, circling around the deer, but Derek wraps his large wolf form around the prey beneath him, protecting him from anyone who seeks a meal. This one is too precious to let go, this one — this one is special.
Derek lays his massive head on top of the deer’s, and Stiles’ snout is buried in Derek’s fur easily, too easily, like they’ve laid with each other in this form many times before. Something clicks into place in Derek’s chest now, as he lays awake under the moonlight, with his prey safe under his claws, under his skin, under his ribs. Clutched tight to him but unharmed; his ward, his to protect.
#this is true fanfiction right here#does this count as a rarepair#deer/wolf#or is that just like a classic thing#either way i would read a whole fic of this
It's peak romance is what it is. It's amazing enough that a predator would swallow down his saliva, take the edge off his teeth, hold back his hunger, etc. but then there's the prey, putting his throat in a mouthful of teeth and looking up with big eyes full of all the trust in the world?
Stiles is so brave?
Anyway I fell asleep thinking about them last night, so. An AU where shifters of multiple species are just around, existing at different levels of involvement with mundane humans, and most of them choosing to live mostly in the wild because the alternative is an office job. (We would all make this choice if we had teeth and claws.)
Derek's pack is very traditional - he's never really left the Preserve, and he only takes his human form if there's an emergency that really, really, really needs fingers instead of teeth.
Meanwhile Stiles met Scott when Scott got lost in the woods as a kid (Raphael being negligent) and took human shape to help him with an asthma attack and saved his life and ended up getting half-adopted by a newly single Melissa (who lives near the edge of the Preserve, where everyone's used to seeing deer in the gardens) and has spent a good chunk of his life mooching at their place. Sleepovers and all weekend gaming sessions with Scott. Stiles used to read his textbooks for fun. He tutored Scott through trig. All Scott's other friends think he's just a weird kid who got home-schooled.
Now that Scott's in college he hangs out with Melissa when she's off-shift, drinking wine and watching trashy reality TV.
But lately he's been spending more time in the woods? And Stiles likes the woods, so that's nothing new, but what IS new is this one wolf that keeps showing up and . . . not eating him? And leaving big piles of grass in Stiles' favorite sun-dozing spots? And . . . are those curly fries?
You're supposed to stalk your prey. That's normal, everyone does that, no matter what his sister have to say about it. And it just makes sense, to fatten up your prey before you eat it. Honestly, Derek's amazed that no one's ever tried it before.
Maybe it's a little weird that the really cute that the totally average deer with eyes Derek hasn't even noticed ignored the big pile of leaves and grass and raspberries Derek hauled over in favor of the weird curly things at the bottom of a bag he stole from a human's car (there was a meat thing, too. Derek ate the meat thing) but he looked really happy about them and the deer's been looking really sleek and well-fed lately so that's.
Derek will probably eat him by the end of the season. Or next season. Definitely before the ice comes. Or before it melts.
He knows a raccoon who brings back bags full of stuff like those curly things all the time-
i had the thought "what if derek was a swan and stiles was a goose and they fell in love" and i am losing it over this and having a giggle fit just imagine. derek is so graceful and stiles is a mess with sharp teeth and honking noises and they love each other but are mean to everyone else sorry that's just how it is in sterek bird land
"Oh, you want to see - yeah, that post on Instagram about them really took off, huh? No - no, it's real, there's lots of examples of homosexual behavior in nature and this is one of them. They've been together for about seven years now? Derek - that's the swan - used to be with another swan, Kate, but she was. She was a real problem. We used to catch her breaking their own eggs and eating them, and she was always bullying Derek when they weren't actually mating, hissing at him and plucking his feathers - he's actually still got a bald spot, but swans mate and sometimes that's it - we couldn't get Derek away from her.
Not until Stiles. He just showed up one day - actually, he showed up trapped in a plastic Target bag and we had to rescue him, and once he saw Derek he imprinted immediately. At first he'd just sort of hanging around, dong his own goose thing and sadly watching Der and Kate gliding around from a distance, but the first time he saw Kate plucking it was on. He went AFTER her - they were fighting all the time, we had to use nets, it was disturbing all the other birds - eventually we decided to catch and collar Kate and have her transferred to a different sanctuary. She was already on thin ice with us, anyway, since she was an egg-breaker.
So it's not like we were going to get cynets from Derek anyway, and when he finally let Stiles get up close and sweet with him, and share his nest - well. We all like Stiles, even if he is an idiot who needs rescuing about once a week. Derek does a lot of the heavy lifting for that, anyway. Like when Stiles got his head caught in a -
Oh, the babies? Uh, let me see . . . That's Erica and that's Isaac - they're the cygnets Stiles lured away from Jackson and Lydia, who are a pair that actually breeds. Boyd is an orphaned gosling Derek brought home.
Yeah, no, it's adorable. We know.
. . . that's a little exaggerated. I mean, I like Wodehouse as much as anyone, but swans do sometimes mind their own business . . . unless you get anywhere near Stiles. Then bets are off. We actually can't have female geese around because Derek gets very jealous and LOUD-'
i had the thought "what if derek was a swan and stiles was a goose and they fell in love" and i am losing it over this and having a giggle fit just imagine. derek is so graceful and stiles is a mess with sharp teeth and honking noises and they love each other but are mean to everyone else sorry that's just how it is in sterek bird land
"Oh, you want to see - yeah, that post on Instagram about them really took off, huh? No - no, it's real, there's lots of examples of homosexual behavior in nature and this is one of them. They've been together for about seven years now? Derek - that's the swan - used to be with another swan, Kate, but she was. She was a real problem. We used to catch her breaking their own eggs and eating them, and she was always bullying Derek when they weren't actually mating, hissing at him and plucking his feathers - he's actually still got a bald spot, but swans mate and sometimes that's it - we couldn't get Derek away from her.
Not until Stiles. He just showed up one day - actually, he showed up trapped in a plastic Target bag and we had to rescue him, and once he saw Derek he imprinted immediately. At first he'd just sort of hanging around, dong his own goose thing and sadly watching Der and Kate gliding around from a distance, but the first time he saw Kate plucking it was on. He went AFTER her - they were fighting all the time, we had to use nets, it was disturbing all the other birds - eventually we decided to catch and collar Kate and have her transferred to a different sanctuary. She was already on thin ice with us, anyway, since she was an egg-breaker.
So it's not like we were going to get cynets from Derek anyway, and when he finally let Stiles get up close and sweet with him, and share his nest - well. We all like Stiles, even if he is an idiot who needs rescuing about once a week. Derek does a lot of the heavy lifting for that, anyway. Like when Stiles got his head caught in a -
Oh, the babies? Uh, let me see . . . That's Erica and that's Isaac - they're the cygnets Stiles lured away from Jackson and Lydia, who are a pair that actually breeds. Boyd is an orphaned gosling Derek brought home.
Yeah, no, it's adorable. We know.
. . . that's a little exaggerated. I mean, I like Wodehouse as much as anyone, but swans do sometimes mind their own business . . . unless you get anywhere near Stiles. Then bets are off. We actually can't have female geese around because Derek gets very jealous and LOUD-'
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been rotating something in my head lately - it's not a fic (i hope it's not a fic i have so many WIPs), but i can't stop thinking about Derek giving up the Hale Spark to cure Cora and instead of going to Scott??? for some reason??? cora becomes alpha instead
like totally unprepared, probably seventeen in human years Cora who was never going to be alpha, wasn't even trained to be the second like Derek possibly was, was only ten the last time she had an experience with a Hale Alpha that wasn't Der-
and suddenly she's got three betas and her brother and whatever's going on with Scott and her fucking uncle leaning over to whisper in her ear like he's the grand vizier-
and there's lydia martin, the only voice of reason, the only one with any good ideas (that's not distracted by trying to fuck her extremely sad brother) and she's so smart and so pretty and smells SO GOOD
