YES. MORE. PLS. XD although i may be biased…
PFFT NO, NOT AT ALL. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT. XDD but oh man, there is enough fluffy material in that fic to draw for a long time. I’m sure i wont have a problem drawing more in the future. ;>
WHAT OMG ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS. WOW I- [MORE INTERNAL SCREAMING] is this the real life. how iS THAT EVeN PosSIBLE. (forgive me i am too tired for this ask.) But wow! Thank you soososossoooo much. I am so exited now. /goes to sleep happy/
Derek full on ran back to the coffee shop. He threw open the door, but it was too late. Stiles was standing next to the table, bag situated on a chair, one of the books open in his hands. Derek could have died. “Those aren’t- they- I’m not-” Derek couldn’t seem to find the right words.
Stiles glanced over to Derek who could only stare from the doorway. “Is… this for me?” he asked.Derek thought it would be best at this point to keep his mouth shut. So he just stood in the doorway, mentally freaking out, though you wouldn’t guess it if you saw his face.
Stiles looked back at the bag, then to Derek, then at the book in his hands. Something seemed to click. A soft smile began to form on his lips. “Thanks, Mr. Hale,” Stiles lit up. He closed the book, running his thumb over the various tags sticking out. “I love it. I’ll try some of these out tomorrow.”
[internally screaming] (fic link)
NO… I’m sorry… XD That’s a horrible idea….
(I don’t write… at all…. I suck at it… :P)
Summary: After losing his pack and both his forearms, Derek seeks out Stiles Stilinski, an automail mechanic who specializes in werewolf amputees. Following the surgery is Derek’s recovery and with it, his growing feeling for the quirky mechanic now living in his remolded family home.
Derek knew pain. Pain was a constant in his life. The world always had something knew to throw his way, something to add to the pain. After Paige, after Kate, after the fire, he’d asked “Why me? What did I do wrong?” After Laura, after Peter, he realized it was because he deserved it. He deserved the pain and the loneliness because he’d betrayed his family, he’d killed his pack. He deserved pain.
Yay!! :D Oh wow, it started out so wonderful! well, not wonderful for Derek. :P But i really hope to read more! Thank you so much!
Oh my god, inspired by this - why am I not surprised at myself?
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It’s the feet that really get him, mostly because Stiles looks like he’s wearing giant fluffy novelty boots.
“What am I… what am I looking at?” Derek asks slowly, bewildered. They’d been forced to retreat to the old Hale house by a rogue set of hunters Chris was trying to pin down and Stiles had, of course, stepped straight into a lake on their way. Okay, less stepped and more fell ungainly head first in. Basically, he’d been soaked and it was winter and Derek had been tugging Stiles’ wet clothes off when Stiles’ lips had gone blue dammit and he’d started to say, “No, you can’t, I’m too col-“
That’s when it had happened, whatever it was.
Stiles has a white furry mantel, long black claws with white fur coating his arms up to the elbows and he has the aforementioned big white fuzzy feet. As Derek stares at him and Stiles fidgets uncomfortably, he notices Stiles also has tiny black horns sticking out from his hair and his canines have lengthened just the tiniest bit.
"What am I looking at?” he repeats, probably a touch hysterically.
YES! Exactly! I had the same idea about how he changes. When he gets really cold. of course i was going to do some more research because i don’t know how cold beacon hills really gets. but this wrapped it up for me. i love it. :D
I actually thought about that! If he should have a full form or not. maybe something like-
I think he would really like that… > u >
Edit: Rebloggable
