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After reading the preorder reward, I had to
remembering when Shelley wrote a non-canon Ouyang/Baoxiang sex scene that was sent as part of the pre-order campaign for hwdtw and used these tags like
ouyang said nobody LEAST OF ALL ME is having a good time so long as I have anything to do with it
for all those clamouring to watch ouyang spiral from sex with baoxiang first hand IT'S STILL UP:
TAKE HIS MEMORY TO YOUR GRAVE Shelley Parker-Chan Explicit Does not contain graphic violence, rape/noncon, underage, or major character deat
Feeling a perfectly normal amount of completely hinged emotions about the scene where Zhu visits Ouyangās ger even though she has just barely recovered from having her hand cut off by himā¦..
"For a moment they just stood. The next, she was pinned against the tent wall with General Ouyangās studded leather wristguard crushing her throat. She choked and kicked. Despite his small size, she might as well have tried to free herself from a statueās grip. The scratchy tent fabric bowed outwards under their combined weight. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, āWasnāt losing one hand enough?ā ā āTake what you like,ā she ground out. āIt takes more than that to destroy me.ā ā He took the lip of her helmet and lifted her head up so they were eye to eye. Even in her pain she marveled at the dark sweep of his lashes, and the fine brushstroke of his brows. As if he had some idea of her thoughts, he mused, āApparently being as ugly as a cockroach makes you as resilient as one, too. But there are certain things nobody comes back from. Shall we try them, one by one?ā"
ouyang really saw xu helping zhu with his hair and thought what the fuck are they doing in broad daylight. this is worse than seeing two people fucking. men don't act like this with each other. like ok. very normal thoughts here mister ouyang sir.
zhu and ouyang truly have the dynamic of all time. their fates are inextricably entwined. they're the same and yet they're opposites in many ways. they're the only ones who can truly understand each other and yet they're usually at odds with each other. they're extremely powerful together and yet they spend much of the story on opposite sides. she kills 10,000 of his men. he cuts off her hand. he lets her see him at his most vulnerable. she cares for him even after he betrays her. they have weird bdsm scenes that are technically nonsexual but still manage to be intensely erotic. they pretend to be married once. they're besties they're worsties they're queer solidarity and queer hostility they're enemies with benefits they're fucked-up soulmates. they're not romantic or platonic or a secret third thing but an even more secret fourth thing. who's doing it like them
Sick!Stiles mini fic aboutā
Stiles believing caring for him is a burden
Derek realizing Stiles thinks being alone on a bathroom floor all night is normal
āYou didnāt have to." āI wanted to.ā
"I'm fine," Stiles insists, even as he's keeling over the toilet and there isnāt a single gag before the contents of his stomach surge out. Derek frowns. Stiles will be fine, but he's not right now, no matter if he's already said it enough times to permanently damage his vocal chords.
Derek doesn't move. He... hasnāt actually been in the same room with someone else sick with food poisoning sinceā¦
Since.
āThatās offensive.ā
āItās fucking not,ā Stiles scoffs. āFirst of all, he is a fag and thatās not an insult to him either. Jackson would agree. And second of all, Iāve sucked enough dick to earn the right to say fag. If the assholes I went to school would reasonably call me it, Iām allowed to reclaim it. And third of allāā
Stiles cuts himself off when he realizes Derek looks like he just swallowed a lemon. Normally Derekās faces range from bored to gently amused to quietly homicidal, and this isā¦different.
āShit,ā Stiles sighs, āyouāre gonna be weird about this. Thatās kind of hypocritical for someone calling me out on homophobiaāā
āIām not,ā Derek huffs, rolling his eyes. āIām not homophobic. We just donāt talk aboutāsex.ā
Itās true, they donāt. They talk about monsters and magic and weird wolf stuff; sometimes, in their more normal moments (although that depends on how one defines ānormalā) they talk about movies and cars and the general cultural development of Beacon Hills. But the closest theyāve come to talking about sex is Derek being weird about that time Stiles found womenās panties in his laundry.
āSorry,ā Stiles mutters at the book in front of him. (Heās at Derekās new place, a townhouse that doesnāt have any holes in the walls, with central air and a real kitchen, and a bedroom instead of a big bed in the fucking middle of the living room. Theyāre meant to be looking through their combined collections of occult sources for information about a weird weather pattern Stiles is sure heās noticed, but theyāve been chatting over Cherry Cokes and a big bag of Cheetos while pretending to read.) āAlthough Iām not that sorryāso what, dude? You think I spent all that time away at school not getting laid?ā
āI didnāt say that,ā Derek says with a dramatic roll of his eyes. āIām sure youāā He winces gently; Stiles is pretty sure his skin is turning red. āLetās stop talking.ā
āSo it is the gay thing,ā Stiles says, mostly to himself. āWellāthe bi thing. You know, straight guys think fellatio is a submissive act, butāā
Derek closes the book in front of him pointedly, two halves slamming together. āIām not straight. I thought you were.ā
Stiles blinks. āWhat?ā
āIām not straight, and Iāve sucked more dick than you have and I still think you shouldnāt call Jackson aāyou know.ā
Stilesā whole brain is flooded with the hypothetical image of Derek Hale on his knees for some guy even bigger and beefier than he is. Orāmaybe a different type of guy.
āStiles.ā
āHow could you possibly assume I was straight?!ā Stiles knows thatās probably not the chief issue at the moment, but itās the first thing that comes to mind. āI fuckingāyou knew that Iāare you a fucking idiot or just incredibly unobservant?ā
Derek sighs, arms crossing over his chest as he leans back in his chair. āI shouldāve known because you walked around as a teenager smelling like arousal? Thatās how most teenagers smell ninety percent of the time.ā
āThe ogling!ā Stiles all but shouts. āThat time in my room with Dannyāthat was so fucking obvious!ā
Derekās face turns inquisitive, head tilting like heās trying to recall. āThe only people I remember you ogling were women. Girls. Lydia.ā
āHoly shit,ā Stiles exhales. āThatās crazy, dude. Iām, like, super bi. Horny for all genders. Interested in hotties of all identities.ā
āI got it.ā
āI thought you were straight.ā
One of Derekās perfect eyebrows arches up. āI wax my chest, Stiles.ā
āStraight guys wax!ā
āNot any that I know.ā
āYouāve onlyāIāve only ever heard about you with women.ā
āYou should be more observant,ā Derek says.
āI should be more observant? Me? I was making fuck me eyes at you for two years and you had no idea.ā
Derek scoffs. āThat look was intentional? I thought you were just naturally twink-ish.ā
A stab of embarrassment shudders through him. So Derek did know, at least partly, even if he didnāt understand the meaning. Bastard. āGod, Iām glad youāre not so fucking depressed anymore but I liked you better before your ego tripled in size.ā
Derek smirks at him. āThat was a lie. The second part.ā
āFuck you,ā Stiles says without any real heat. Heās defensive, internally cringing at the raw feeling that accompanies dredging up his teenage crush. āSo fine, neither of us are straight. Good talk.ā His shame sends him to his feet, legs knocking the dining chair out of the way with a too-loud knock against the hardwood floor. āIāll take these andāā
āIf Iād known,ā Derek says, interrupting his spiral, āI wouldāve said something earlier.ā
Stiles hesitates, fingers poised to scoop a pile of books into his arms. āWhat? About being bi? Yeah, dude, no worries. We can form a queer caucus in the packāalthough thatās most of us, to be fair.ā
āI wouldāve said something about being interested in you.ā
For a second, Stiles is pretty sure he heard that wrong. Orāheās asleep. Dreaming. Heās in bed right now and his hindbrain has resorted to evil trickery because the normal nightmares just arenāt enough; his subconscious has to taunt him with Derek-shaped fantasies too. But he counts ten fingers and he can feel the pain of holding his breath, which meansāheās awake. Jesus.
āI really didnāt know,ā Derek says. āItās not like we really talk about our private lives with each other. We only spend time together for pack stuff.ā
āBut if youād known,ā Stiles mutters.
āIād have said something.ā
āSomething likeāwhat?ā
A gentle smile curls at the corner of Derekās mouth. Heās amused, which is better than the alternative. āStiles, would you like to stay for dinner?ā
Oh, man. Stiles has a lot of ideas about how that dinner would go. Especially the end of it. (Derek Hale sucks dick, his brain helpfully reminds him.) āFine,ā he agrees. āBut only if youāre buying. Even your unobservant ass canāt have missed that Iām queer and broke.ā
āI can cook. And I have ice cream for dessert.ā
Stilesā cheeks tingle as blood rushes to his face. The look Derekās wearing isnāt just amused; itās kind ofāhungry. āYouāre thinking about me sucking your dick, right? Thatās why you got weirdābecause it turned you on when I said that I suck dick.ā
āStiles.ā
āYeah.ā
āSit down if youāre staying.ā
He doesnāt really have to think about it. It takes two seconds for Stiles to drop firmly back into his chair, pulse thudding in his ears. Yeah, heās definitely staying.
When Stiles and Derek finally get together, itās not like they immediately start being nice to each other. Now, the sexual tension between them might be resolved ā is actively being resolved. A lot. To both the relief and horror of the whole pack. However, thereās that other aspect of what people might call a normal relationship that goes unresolved for a while ā the aspect of PDA and of actually, you know, liking each other, personality-wise. Of course, Stiles knows that he likes Derek. He likes him a lot. Especially naked and panting underneath him, with his fingers curled in Stilesā hair and his tongue in his mouth. But itās Derek. Theyāve been driving each other crazy for six years. No one riles him up quite like Derek does, the smug, beautiful bastard. āThe feelingās mutual,ā Derek assures him dryly, whenever Stiles reminds him.
Theyāre still being so much themselves that when the pack is gathered at Scottās house one afternoon, Liam pulls Scott aside. āWhatās wrong with them? I thought they wereā¦together now? Why does it still sound like theyāre gonna get violent?ā Scott just sighs. āThatās just how they are, dude. Theyāre both kind of assholes.ā
Derekās not being nice, per se, at least not in the typical boyfriend-way. He still scowls and tells Stiles to shut up, and he makes it perfectly clear when he thinks Stiles is being moronic. But thereās no malice there, and Stiles wonāt claim to be particularly nice to Derek either. Theyāre still the same sarcastic pair of douchebags they were just a few weeks ago, except now Stiles knows what makes Derek groan in indignation and in pleasure. Theyāre both important to him, okay?
Deep down, Stiles knows he loves Derek. Thereās nothing he wouldnāt do to keep Derek by his side (seriously, he should get a medal for all his heroism the past six years). But they havenāt quite reached that level of endearment with each other yet. So when Stilesā heart clenches painfully in his chest, he can only laugh helplessly and breathe out a āFuck you, dudeā. Derek will kiss him then, a fond smile playing on his lips that feels so good against his own. āFuck you, tooā.Ā
Can Someone plsss write this
Do you know what I would love to read? A confident Derek and Cunning Lydia, both trying to win over Stiles, and that oblivious idiot not being aware of anything, and the pack enjoying the whole drama with popcorn. And I want Derek to bring his A game to this. The whole courting, charming, flirty self...
Because my boy deserves to be wooed and fought over because he is a catch. He deserves all the appreciation in the world.
And when I am saying fought over, I want it to be an epic battle.
Love when Sterek is dating but somehow Stiles doesn't understand that. Smartest guy with the lowest sense of self esteem meets immovable object with infinite patience and a convenient excuse for PDA.
Stiles: Yeah we've hooked up, so what. It's 2026 can't a few friends hook up.
Scott: You're holding hands right now, you're really telling me you aren't dating?
Stiles: Derek's hand is cold and he needs to scent all of us. I'm not a heartless monster, Scott.
Derek *mouthing*: He'll figure it out.
Brb thinking about elderly stiles whose memory starts going and sometimes ends up wandering the preserve looking for things he canāt remember but every time a big black wolf (whoās going a bit grey himself) with red eyes walks with him to stop him from wandering too deep but letting him wander all the same and sometimes stiles doesnāt recognise his husband anymore but he always recognises the wolf
I really like the idea of āāPeter opening some kind of money laundering business (coffeeshop for example) and hiring Stiles to work part-time while he's studying at school/college to earn some money. It doesn't prevent Stiles from studying at all because he can do his homework right at work. And if any customers bother him, he can kick them out (because again, this isn't a real business).
Plus points if there are real employees there who also get paid for serving two or three customers a day
and they watch as Stiles pours coffee in the face of a mean customer, look at each other and just shrug, knowing that nothings gonna happen because he is the owner's sugar baby in law
sometimes, derek really wonders what gerard argent mightāve been like if he hadn't been a sadistic hunter all his life. a small-town thespian, maybe. or a civil war reenactor, or the skull in a shakespeare play. maybe all of this couldāve been avoided with a little more local arts funding.Ā
at least, thatās probably whatĀ stilesĀ would say if he were here right now.
it's strange what you can end up thinking about in an inescapable situation. what you start dreaming about getting back to. what'd be the biggest relief.Ā
the doorway into his apartment. a hot shower. clean sheets.Ā
but at this point? those are all afterthoughts.Ā
next to the missing scent ofĀ outrage and adrenaline. some predictable smart-mouthed comment, and the smug look slipping from argentās face.Ā
derek canāt imagine a better feeling.
itās not gonna happen. but that doesn't mean he can't theorize about it.
exactly how stiles would put a stop to this, everything heād say.
what a fucking psychopath, oh my god. whoa, hey! iāve got you, stay with me.
iāve got you, but iām gonna need you for the big escape scene, okay? because dead weight is⦠very heavy. next to that, barely conscious weight is a breeze.
has he been monologuing to you again? yeah? i figured. your jaw is still twitching. have you been doing those exercises i sent you? youāre gonna get, like, werewolf TMJ. werewolf teeth-grinding. or like, fang... are the werewolf ones called fangs? that doesnāt sound right.
it settles derek even thinking about it. just knowing the look on his face. how stilesā arm would feel slipping around him, helping him down, how heād scrub at derekās shoulder, trying to soothe it ineffectually.
but itād help, somehow. just the fact that heās here, and close, and trying.
heād help derek into the jeep, and let derek pretend he doesnāt need the extra handling. no, no, of course not. you? youāre way too much of a tough guy.
and heād take derek back to his apartment, but he wouldnāt leave.
yeah, nice try. iām not losing you again that easy.
Finally, he canāt take it any more. Canāt handle Derek leaning close all the time, looking like that. His dark hair looks surprisingly soft up close, his lips are pink and thereās a tiny bit of blood from where heās bitten one trying to keep his cool. Stiles can see the indents in his skin, feel the warmth of his body radiate out, and he canāt fucking take it anymore. Derek has his T shirt fisted in his hands as he holds stiles flush against the wall, face impossibly close, and stiles loses itā leans forwards and licks a thick stripe up dereks cheek. His facial hair prickly against his tongue and his skin tastes faintly salty, he smells like alpha.
Stiles needing something physically grounding to feel after everything calms down from the Nogitsune.
Counting fingers help and Derek will hold his hand out for him when theyāre out and about. Driving in the car, grocery shopping⦠he can feel Stiles suddenly stiffen at his side. Can hear the small, confused intake of breath. The shudder of the lithe body next to him and he already knows what the human is thinking. āIs this real?ā
Itās such an easy thing to give Stiles. The reassurance of holding his hand and letting him fidget with his fingers when he counts⦠It helps. Of course it helps but sometimes, itās not enough. When theyāre alone, when Stiles wakes screaming from a nightmare, when Derek is buried inside of him, sometimes Stiles will go still. His eyes widening slightly, the pleasured moans turning into a confused whine. āIs this real? Are you real?ā
And thatās when Stiles begs for the pain. For Derek to dip his claws into the curve of his hip. To use his fangs to break through the skin along his neck. When the need to have the beta bruise him back into reality is so strong he nearly cries for it.
The first time he asked, Derek refused. Not wanting to hurt Stiles and he had tried to prove to him he was awake. Real. But the counting hadnāt helped and the words hadnāt been enough and Stiles had shrunk in on himself as he screamed and screamed and screamed that this was a dream. It was all a dream. Derek didnāt love him like this. Derek would never give him the time of day. Why couldnāt he wake up?
And Derekās heart had nearly shattered. Hearing the broken sobs filling the room. Of seeing Stiles fall deeper and deeper into his panic attack. Smelled the sadness and fear and anguish blanket around them. Until he finally did surge forward, grasping Stiles arms and digging his claws into his bicep.
It had been like a switch. Stiles immediately sucking in a pained lungful of air. His eyes opening in disbelief as he stared up at Derek. āY-Youāre he-here⦠itās really you?ā And Derek had nodded, not prepared for the overwhelming wave of relief to fill the space between them but Stiles cried when he threw his arms around the betaās neck and though he was bleeding he had never smelled so grateful.
Itās all thatās needed. Derek doesnāt even blink when Stiles asks him for the pain now. Doesnāt even have to wait for the words. He can tell when Stiles needs grounding and the human trusts him. Trusts him to know when to stop. Trusts him to bring him back to the present with a clawed hand or fangs around his throat. No hesitation, no fear just absolute faith and relief when he feels the teeth against his jugular and he moans when they dip gently into his flesh.
My headcannon on Stiles visiting the Hale house if Hales were alive and Stiles knew about werewolves and Derek was still autistic but less traumatised:
Stiles, after greeting Dereks mom and some siblings, enters the living room and sees a giant Great Dane laying on the couch: OMG! Youāve got a dog! Derek why didnāt you tell me? I love dogs!
Stiles, in the goofiest voice possible: who is the good boy? Who is the gooddest boy? Who is so soft and cute just sitting here, huh? Itās you! You are the gooddest boy! Who is so soft and nice and cuddly? Who wants some butt scratching? Huh? You?
Dog, jumps into Stilesā lap and offers his belly for scratches: šļøš šļø
Derek with straight ass face: Stilesā¦
Stiles: huh?
Derek: Do you remember when I told you that not all shapeshifters turn into wolves? Some of us shapeshift into other animals?
Stiles: Yeahā¦
Derek: Thatās my dad.
Stiles: į(ą² _ą² į)
Derek: Heās feral rn and forgot that heās half human
Stiles, looking at Talia, then at his own hand on the dogās butt:
Stiles: Ī£(°ć°)!!!
Hale family, watching him go pale:
Derek: *eyebrows*
Stiles: Iām so sorry! I didnāt know! I didnāt mean to!
Minutes: pass as Stilesā heartbeat starts to sound like heās about to have a heart attack
Talia who finally took pity on him: Derekās joking, itās just a dog
Stlies: (ļ¼ā£Ģ_ā£Ģ)
Dereks eyebrows: ^^
Dereks dad dying laughing in the kitchen: