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June / 2019 [ Exact Date Unknown ]

If you're looking for a scarier creature fantasy read for October, try out Coldbright, a full novel in the Tales of Feathers & Flames Anthology.

A queer folk horror tale... with gryphons! A snarky little opinicus and his dire ex-boyfriend investigate disappearances in a misty valley, set in the same world as Dire by John Bailey. Warning: Contains 90% trans gryphons by volume.

Chosen: Part 5 (Part 1, Part 4)

For @sterekdrabbles

Prompts: royal, scarf, shrug

M | 100w | mating bites | mating bonds | undressing

He lifted a hand to his throbbing mark, unsteady from the new and intense sensations coursing through him. His bondmate looked every inch the wolf he was, ravenous and poised to pounce in his royal blue Suitor's coat. He could feel Derek’s consuming desire. His elation.

Stiles smiled and took a deep breath, shrugging out of the pale green Awaiting robe. He untied and removed his drawers, throwing them alongside the unworn black Declination scarf, and crawled onto his bed. Fabric rustled and ripped behind him and when he turned to lie back Derek was right there.

Chosen: Part 4 (Part 1, Part 3)

For @sterekdrabbles

Prompts: scent, obscene, contain

T | 100w | mating bites | mating bonds

Derek stilled as his senses expanded and were overwhelmed all at once. The obscene sound that Stiles made when his flesh was pierced. The taste of blood rich on his tongue as the bond flared to life, letting him not only scent but feel the arousal and pain, the joy and nervousness, that his mate did.

His mate.

Derek growled with pleasure, unable to contain himself. His wolf was at the forefront, possessive and impatient to sink into Stiles elsewhere. Everywhere. He withdrew his fangs and licked the healing skin clean, reveling at the sight of the permanent claim.

Mine.

Chosen: Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2)

For @sterekdrabbles

Prompts: sad, milk, kiss.

T | 100w | proposal | mating bites

“…Mieczysław.”

He wondered whether it'd been some daring infiltration or simply convincing Scott that earned Derek his ukrytnam before the Reveal.

It was all so fast  — mere minutes instead of days to decide and prepare — but Stiles knew what he wanted. No more sad, lonely nights in an empty house.

"Yes," he declared, meeting that fiery gaze.

He then glanced towards his bed, past the remnants of milk and cookies, and blushed. Stiles knew what came next and was glad, for once, that his father wasn’t home.

A hungry mouth trailed kisses over his marked skin before fangs clamped down. 

Chosen: Part 2 (Part 1)

For @sterekdrabbles

Prompts: white, listen, upset. Theme: gentleness.

T | 100w | proposal

Derek listened to the rabbiting heart of his intended over the white noise of the heater.  Tracked the sudden movement of his Adam’s apple, a handsbreadth from where he'd left the nascent claim. If — when — Stiles accepted, he would bite again and spill blood.  

He couldn't bear to wait for the Announcement and Procession and all that nonsense. 

Drawing closer, his nostrils flared as nervousness and arousal permeated the bedroom. He reached out, softly kissing and then stroking a trembling hand.

"Will you have me, Mieczysław?" 

Thankfully, Stiles wasn’t upset by the presumptuous use of his secret, human name. 

"Yes." 

Chosen: Part 1

For @sterekdrabbles

Prompts: bite, size, know.

T | 100w | biting | mate selection

Stiles could tell from the size of the bite on his neck that he was in trouble. 

Big, sexy trouble.

It wasn’t some sparrow or weasel shifter that had come to him as he slept on the Night of Choosing — no, that was made by the fangs of a wolf — and there was only one in town that it could be. 

Derek Hale. 

Which would explain the glowing red eyes in the darkness when he turned from the mirror.

“Eeyaaahhh!” he screamed, manfully. “Oh, you’re still here. W-why?”

A sharp grin flashed, emerging into the light.

“I think you know.”