Sterek Bingo 2017 - Red Riding Hood
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Sterek Bingo 2017 - Red Riding Hood
I saw idle speculation about how many themes could be fitted into one fic, so I give you 8 (9 if we include the wildcard): (SBWILDCARD1,) SBHP, SBMAGICSTILES, SBFERAL, SBALPHA, SBSHIFTEDDEREK, SBBAMFSTILES, SBREDHOOD, SBCOMFORT
Wordcount: 8.7k
Excerpt:
“Aw, c’mon!” Stiles said. “It’s not even that believable! I mean, really, a Hogwarts student somehow gets bitten by a werewolf and goes full-on feral wolfman and now spends his days snacking on wayward students? Don’t get me wrong, it makes for a great campfire tale, but—”
“You do know it’s not a legend, right?” Allison cut in.
“‘Course it is,” Scott said, confused. “We all heard it as first years. It’s tradition to scare the little kids with it. Don’t they tell it down in the Slytherin dorms too?”
Allison rolled her eyes and dragged herself properly upright, dislodging Scott’s arm much to his disappointment. “Sure they do, but that’s not what I meant,” she said. “I mean, it’s not just a scary story. It’s true.”
Stiles tossed a decorative red and gold throw pillow at her, which she caught with her stupidly good quidditch player reflexes. “Get out of here!” he said. “It’s just a stupid myth made up to keep students out of the woods. Which, by the way, I have gone snooping in many a time, and I have never seen even a hint of any mutant werewolf slavering for a victim.”
“I’m telling you, Stiles, it actually happened,” Allison said, and she really did look like she believed it. Usually when she was pulling his leg about something, she had a hard time keeping her grin under control, but she looked perfectly earnest now as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “It wasn’t exactly the way the story gets told,” she allowed, “but he really is out there.”
“The monster?” Scott asked, and really, a tried and true Gryffindor like him had no right sounding that spooked by the mere possibility.
“He really was a student,” Allison insisted. “A Hufflepuff named Derek Hale.“
Title: What Big Eyes You Have Rating: T Word Count: 8,529 Theme: Little Red Riding Hood Summary: There are no wolves in Beacon Hills
Stiles knows that isn't true, he knows because he was saved by one on Halloween night, he remembers every detail, every patch of midnight fur, the beauty of his crimson eyes, the way he stared through Stiles' soul... and as he tightens his cloak around himself, making his way through the woods, he can feel the eyes of the wolf, watching him... watching out for him
And my, what big eyes he has....
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10984194
My first Sterek Bingo entry! So excited!
Title: Little Black Sour Wolf
Rating: T
Warnings: Canon-typical gun violence and blood (no images)
Themes: Little Red Riding Hood, Switched Roles, and BAMF!Stiles
Words: 3721
Summary: A wolf has to travel through the forest to get medicine for his family.
A twisted version of the fairy tale with different characters playing different roles!
AO3 link
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall Additional Tags: Sterek Bingo 2017, SBdarkstiles, sbredhood, sbetl, sbbamfstiles, Dark Stiles, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha Scott, Alpha Derek Summary:
Laura is dead. Derek is alone, running for the Oregon border and allies on the other side. He's found on the edge of Beacon Hills.
...
Derek wakes to a noose around his neck, some kind of garotte or belt or fuck if he knows.
He doesn't even have it in him to fight.
"What are you doing in these woods, mutt? This territory already has a pack, and you sure as fuck aren't part of it." The voice sounds familiar for some reason, despite a gritty husk that mars the memory. "Well?"