Am I the only one who finds Derek Hales face way too expressive to be considered constantly—brooding?
I mean—this is why I love the idea of expressive wolf Derek so much.
I just think he’s so much more than the emotionally constipated character he’s known for. He shows way too much—everything on his face to me and seems way more affected by things than half the other characters to be simply—brooding.
Look, sometimes murders of crows will blacken the sky at your coming and ravening wolves are gonna follow in your wake, and you’re just gonna have to deal with that, and everybody else in the Costco is just gonna have to deal too
stiles stilinski is a senior in college and back home in beacon hills for the first time in four years. his first night home includes: alcohol, scott, alcohol, bromancing, shots and hooking up with this hottie at the bar. of course, he tries to do the same thing the next night, but he gets arrested by his father’s deputy and wakes up in jail the next morning, with a hangover and a clue to who the mystery one-night-stand was.
whose gift request included feral!Derek, magic!Stiles, and royalty!au (with commoner Stiles). Hope you enjoy what I came up with, and happy holidays!!
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The castle guards come for Stiles while he’s putting on a simple show, transforming weeds to roses for coppers in the plaza. They don’t offer a word of explanation, not even a token complaint about him Practicing without a permit (which he would totally have, thank you very much, if he could just collect enough coppers to apply for one).
He knows his rights, though, and is still protesting them vehemently while the stone-faced pair drag him through a back gate and into the castle, along a series of what must be servants’ hallways, only to come to a stop in a richly adorned room that seems to lead right into one of the royals’ bedchambers.
He cuts off when he catches sight of an older man, clad in crimson velvet, watching him from where he sits on a simple wooden throne.
“Peter Hale, I presume.” It would be harder to guess, but the Hale royals are few and far between in the Beacon Hills these days. Most of the family was murdered years ago, in a vicious betrayal of treaty that sparked the Six Year War. Cora Hale, the youngest survivor and Peter’s niece, has long been married off in an advantageous match to the south, while the rightful heir, Derek… well, Stiles has only seen the man once, years ago and in passing, but he hasn’t forgotten that face.
“Alright,” Stiles whispered, turning from Scott as he kept his phone pressed to his cheek, “Now… just say that again. Slower.”
Derek gave a soft huff through the speaker, “What, that I want to run my teeth over your neck and lick the skin under your jaw?”
Stiles closed his eyes for a second, biting his lip, “Mhm.”
“Oh, well I guess you might like how much I want to slip my hands down the back of your jeans and feel that ass I’ve been missing…”
Stiles gave a soft whimper, “Uh huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek replied with a growl, “When you get back home from that stupid track meet I’m going to flip you over, lick you down and fill you with-”
“Oh my GOD, I can HEAR EVERYTHING YOU’RE SAYING!!” Scott yelled over Stiles shoulder, his face contorted in anger as he sat back in his seat.
Stiles turned beet red and glanced around, seeing every pair of eyes on the bus now pointed at him, “Um.. Der I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s come up.”
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