inkandblade

 
 

 

They’ve freed Wolf Packs before, but this one is more important than most.

 

In which Stiles is a card-sharp, and Derek actually wants to shave.
 

 

 

 

 

This is another one of my A/B/O “Bubblegum” series of oneshots. It’s the longest of them, and I think the second longest piece of Sterek I’ve done (thought it isn’t even a quarter of the length of the longest!) It falls hard inside the lines of faux!historical fic. I do love a good courting/mating ritual story, and that’s what I was going for here. It also served to mark a trope/idea off my to-fic-list — bundling.

 

 

Read it on AO3.

 

 

From a prompt by rubyredhoodling: Stiles is used to his friend living in the apartment below him. He’s still a little tipsy and forgets that death eyebrows Derek moved in downstairs, and breaks into Derek’s place so he can make a greasy carb-loaded breakfast to share.

 

Stiles was being very quiet. Very, very quiet—as if he was hunting waaaaabits. He stifled a snort and felt his magic tingle out into his nose and fingers and feet to help muffle the sounds he was making.