new fic!

I'm posting over here at derekstiles if anyone wants to check it out.

Two so far, one short and complete, one -- well, let's not mention Headlong, right right?

build a rocket, boys!, where Stiles is den mother.

And of night and light and the half-light, 1/God only knows, soon to be explicit, dubcon as implicit in the awesome, awesome prompt, which is, in its entirety:

Evil hunters have dosed Derek with a drug that severely lessens his control. He's locked in a basement with Stiles and the full moon rises in an hour. Stiles is gonna be wolf food if they don't think of something fast. But there's the whole thing about a werewolf's instinctive refusal to harm his mate...

So you totally see why I couldn't resist, right?

And I guess I'm just pretending big bang doesn't exist? If anyone has any idea what's wrong with me, please, email! That would be extremely helpful to me. :D

before it can be considered a gem, stiles/derek, 1/?

Stiles loves St. Patrick's Day. He just wishes he could remember it.

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( jade must be chiselled )