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Alpha Spikes (NC-17)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 62 200 circa
Author: starbeast
Why this must be read: a tribute!AU. It's hot. It's really, really hot. But it's not just a pwp or an excuse to p0rn, it has a good plot and the last parts are quite sweet ;)
"How's that, folks? A half dozen beautiful Alpha bachelorettes seeking mates this heat season. Could you be the lucky Omega that catches their eye? Only time will tell!"
"Only time will tell, Scott, did you hear? Only time...will tell," Stiles mocks, snorting out a laugh. He heaves a scrap of apple at the town square video screen, short-circuiting the feed a second. Real big loss there. He’s crying invisible tears over it.
The same brainwashing Heat Week propaganda’s been playing over and over for hours now, on a continuous loop, beamed in direct from the West Capitol compound, with no way to change the channel or turn it off. If there was anything better to do than sit here and watch it, Stiles would be doing it. He’d be doing it so hard. As it is, somehow there isn’t anything better to do, and he could probably repeat the script word-for-word by now. Pretty much.
Of course his interpretation would be much more entertaining than whoever this bozo is reading off the prompter. He'd actually use this thing some people like to call a ‘sense of humor.’ A sense of humor and none of the makeup.
Less of the makeup.
Maybe a little makeup.
"Those ladies are gonna come to Beacon Hills and fight over me. Just wait. I can already see it. Living in the lap of lux-show-re for Heat Week. It's calling my name, Scott. What's that?" He cups a hand to his ear.
"Better keep dreaming, Stiles," Scott says, and Allison grins from where she's got her head crooked on his shoulder.
Alpha Spikes
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Length: 62 200 circa
Author: starbeast
Why this must be read: a tribute!AU. It's hot. It's really, really hot. But it's not just a pwp or an excuse to p0rn, it has a good plot and the last parts are quite sweet ;)
"How's that, folks? A half dozen beautiful Alpha bachelorettes seeking mates this heat season. Could you be the lucky Omega that catches their eye? Only time will tell!"
"Only time will tell, Scott, did you hear? Only time...will tell," Stiles mocks, snorting out a laugh. He heaves a scrap of apple at the town square video screen, short-circuiting the feed a second. Real big loss there. He’s crying invisible tears over it.
The same brainwashing Heat Week propaganda’s been playing over and over for hours now, on a continuous loop, beamed in direct from the West Capitol compound, with no way to change the channel or turn it off. If there was anything better to do than sit here and watch it, Stiles would be doing it. He’d be doing it so hard. As it is, somehow there isn’t anything better to do, and he could probably repeat the script word-for-word by now. Pretty much.
Of course his interpretation would be much more entertaining than whoever this bozo is reading off the prompter. He'd actually use this thing some people like to call a ‘sense of humor.’ A sense of humor and none of the makeup.
Less of the makeup.
Maybe a little makeup.
"Those ladies are gonna come to Beacon Hills and fight over me. Just wait. I can already see it. Living in the lap of lux-show-re for Heat Week. It's calling my name, Scott. What's that?" He cups a hand to his ear.
"Better keep dreaming, Stiles," Scott says, and Allison grins from where she's got her head crooked on his shoulder.
Alpha Spikes