An AU of season 2 of Teen Wolf. Very interesting one, with mates and heats and knotting and a bunch of things that I've not yet found in other fanfics I've read. But also with all of the same people still werewolves, just for different reasons.
It was indeed hot, as many other reviewers have said. I suppose I may have just begun this with the wrong attitude. I was taken so off guard by how everyone reacted to Derek "claiming" Stiles at the beginning that I found myself unable to sink fully into the story. I mean, Stiles is sixteen, but just because Derek's an alpha suddenly that doesn't matter. As soon as Derek claims him, everyone's fine with them being "gay werewolf married" as Stiles keeps calling it.
Stiles's dad even helps him pack so he can move in with Derek...
And Stiles keeps referring to himself as a teenager...
Idk, just that whole scenario struck me as so unrealistic. Not that it made the story unenjoyable; I just couldn't lose myself in it like I wanted to.
The rest of the story, with the rogue and the Argents and the different alliances was a lot of fun to read. And the whole Derek/Stiles dynamic was done wonderfully well.Favorite Quotes:He'd learned to be adaptable and to accept that some people just thought that you were a freak.
Although he did slam his hands on the wheel in a frustrated display of macho masculinity, nearly breaking his hands from the manoeuvre, wailing like a girl at the freaking pain of it.
He could've sworn he was wearing his paying attention expression so he was surprised to suddenly be caught out.
He slipped out of the car before the alpha really lost his temper because Stiles knew that wasn't going to help his whole existing thing.
Allison looked surprised too. "Oh no," she muttered grabbing her bag and quickly hurrying off because she was such a goody goody when she wasn't shooting people with arrows.
Scott sighed. "Why do I get the feeling you're about to do something stupid?"
"Because you know me well and I am," he agreed.
Derek literally pulled away this time removing Stiles hands from around his waist and stepping back and that made it clear that the conversation had very much just ended. Or died, or been murdered in its sleep by an angry alpha.
Derek was an enigma, wrapped in a wolf and covered in prickly spikes to ward off curious bystanders.
Maybe the alpha werewolf's cock possessed magical powers that induced hyperactive horny teenagers into a state of obsessed and no doubt embarrassing levels of adoration and feelings.
Derek's expression went strangely blank and Stiles was curious if he'd just gone into shutdown mode or if the emotions inside him had finally died from lack of use.
If they weren't already gay werewolf married Stiles would put a goddamn ring on that shit.
Because he was in love with him and apparently Derek's werewolf penis felt the same way which was nice.
Stiles wanted to laugh and cry at the same time because oh God it hurt to look at him when he was that perfect. It was just so Derek and seeing it felt like everything might be okay.