DIVINE
sterek | E | 7,3k | ao3
Tags: Historical; Alternate Universe – Medieval; Kidnapping; Paganism; Evil Gerard Argent; Non-Consensual Touching; Threats of Rape/Non-Con; no actual non-con; Creepy Gerard Argent; Full Shift Werewolves; Sех in Full Shift Werewolf Form (Teen Wolf); Dubious Consent; Somnophilia; consent is dubious bc Stiles is asleep; Boypussy Stiles Stilinski; Knotting; Voyeurism; as in derek's pack of wolves watches them; Implied Future Mpreg; I make it sound like it's all smut when it's not; Blood and Violence; Murder; Pack Alpha Derek Hale; Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.


















