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You are the Moon by skoosiepants (teen rating)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 10055
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skoosiepants
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:I'm a sucker for fic that have werewolves who can transform into a full wolves. I was quite disappointed when Teen Wolf didn't go this way, but I can understand why. The cost of the special effects would probably jack up their budget considerable, but I still miss it.
This fic not only has the full wolf form natural to all werewolves, that's the form Derek has lived in since the fire that wiped out his family. Oh, and everyone knows about werewolves. Derek does the equivalent of following Stiles home one night and despite the Sheriff's warning of 'Don't get attached', Stiles finds himself falling for Derek's wolfy antics (and they are adorable) and the very awkward human he eventually reverts to.
Derek, the wolf, noses up the window from where Stiles had been leaving it cracked open for him, and Stiles watches from his computer chair as he hops into the room, shimmies off the light rain that had been falling, and rubs his side into the comforter hanging off Stiles’ bed.
Stiles hasn’t seen him all day, in either of his forms, and he smiles a little at the way Derek sneezes into his paws with a shake of his head.
“What are you doing here?” Stiles asks, and Derek gives him a baleful look before jumping up onto his mattress. “Hey, no, you’re wet, Jesus, those sheets were clean!” Or, like, relatively clean; cleaner than the ones that had been on there up until three days ago, anyhow.
Derek rolls onto his back and wriggles around, kicking at the sheets with his back feet because he’s a jackass.
“Seriously,” Stiles says, “why are you here?”
Derek rolls over again, lifts his head and stares at him. There’s a sock Stiles had thought he’d lost hanging off one ear.
Stiles says, “You should go,” and if wolves could look hurt, wow, Stiles feels like he just stabbed all Derek’s babies by accident, how can he convey that with just his big hazel eyes? “I just mean—shouldn’t you be hanging out with your sister?”
Derek gives him an unimpressed snort and curls up in a big wet, muddy ball, nestling into his blankets.
You are the Moon
Pairing: Stiles/Derek
Length: 10055
Author on LJ:
skoosiepantsAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read:I'm a sucker for fic that have werewolves who can transform into a full wolves. I was quite disappointed when Teen Wolf didn't go this way, but I can understand why. The cost of the special effects would probably jack up their budget considerable, but I still miss it.
This fic not only has the full wolf form natural to all werewolves, that's the form Derek has lived in since the fire that wiped out his family. Oh, and everyone knows about werewolves. Derek does the equivalent of following Stiles home one night and despite the Sheriff's warning of 'Don't get attached', Stiles finds himself falling for Derek's wolfy antics (and they are adorable) and the very awkward human he eventually reverts to.
Derek, the wolf, noses up the window from where Stiles had been leaving it cracked open for him, and Stiles watches from his computer chair as he hops into the room, shimmies off the light rain that had been falling, and rubs his side into the comforter hanging off Stiles’ bed.
Stiles hasn’t seen him all day, in either of his forms, and he smiles a little at the way Derek sneezes into his paws with a shake of his head.
“What are you doing here?” Stiles asks, and Derek gives him a baleful look before jumping up onto his mattress. “Hey, no, you’re wet, Jesus, those sheets were clean!” Or, like, relatively clean; cleaner than the ones that had been on there up until three days ago, anyhow.
Derek rolls onto his back and wriggles around, kicking at the sheets with his back feet because he’s a jackass.
“Seriously,” Stiles says, “why are you here?”
Derek rolls over again, lifts his head and stares at him. There’s a sock Stiles had thought he’d lost hanging off one ear.
Stiles says, “You should go,” and if wolves could look hurt, wow, Stiles feels like he just stabbed all Derek’s babies by accident, how can he convey that with just his big hazel eyes? “I just mean—shouldn’t you be hanging out with your sister?”
Derek gives him an unimpressed snort and curls up in a big wet, muddy ball, nestling into his blankets.
You are the Moon
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