Do you have a fic with any of the words: flutter, golden, flirt or sweet?
āYes, sir. Approximately,ā he paused, āfourteen minutes ago, a ward was tripped in one of our climate controlled storage areas,ā Peter sat up. āIt took us several minutes to ascertain which Houseās documents were concerned, specifically, as the magic in the item sent a flutter through several storage bays,ā Peter swung his legs sideways and stood. Fight or flight had his body ready to react to what his āWolf-side couldnāt sense was thousands of miles away. āMr. Hale?āFrom an arranged marriage monster that needs major reworking.
The fichu tucked into it gave another place to show off the tailorsā fine embroidery skills, and gave the whole ensemble an air of modesty it might have otherwise skirted. Cora looked at ease with her long gloves and golden shawl, almost as if it wasnāt the first time in her sixteen summers that sheād been at a ball. She looked older than she was, but just as sweet as she should. Derek felt the difference between them acutely, heād had the joy of all his family alive and happy when he, also at sixteen, attended his first true social event, but that had been eight years before, and so much had happened since then.From a not!Regency that just wonāt happen more than it already has.
Right now he wished the viral bug he had was worse, ācause then heād have been left to stay at home in bed with tissues and a hot lemon drink. Even a night like that had to be better than yet again standing in the preserve with his childhood best friend, an old flame, a dickwad that just wouldnāt leave Beacon Hills no matter how often Stiles suggested it, and, well, Marshall. Marshall was kinda cool, actually, for a new guy. He might have been part of the McCall pack for a year, but Stiles maintained that until someone else joined, Marshall was the new-āwolf-on-the-block. It didnāt hurt that he was easy on the eyes and liked to flirt with Stiles. It was a pity he was so very straight.Stiles swallowed another bite. āDid she have instructions for you other than the after-magic-sweet-and fatty-breakfast?ā Heād missed his fatherās hash-browns, though, so it wasnāt as if this was a chore.Iām going to complete a wing!fic one of these days, I swear. These are both fromĀ an incomplete one.
