Bc we need more dragon fics!!!
Last day of @sterekweek-2020 and @acesterek week
Happy ace Halloween, lovelies 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
“I told you a million times, Stiles! I don’t date!”
It’s like a stab to Stiles’ heart every single time but he’s never lost hope. They just get along so well. Derek even lets him hold his hand sometimes, and they share meals and talk deep into the night.
“Maybe it you would just tell me why-”
“You want to know why? I’ll show you.”
Derek shifts enough to let his wings spring from his back and unfurl halfway behind him.
Stiles is dazzled- quite literally, because Derek’s wings are white. Like glistening pearls of crisp snow. It’s the definition of dazzling. Stiles is absolutely and completely flabbergasted.
“Holy fuckin....” he starts but is at a loss for words. He settles on a quiet, “whoa.”
There’s a quiet pink rising to Derek’s cheeks, nicely accentuating the scales that had appeared down his lower neck toward the wings. But Derek juts his chin out and clears his throat and meets Stiles’ gaze head on.
“That’s why. I’m not normal. I’m …” Derek spreads his arms helplessly. “A classic age-old cliche dragon. I live in a cliffside and I don’t use technology and I collect things and… I’m ace. I don’t do that relationship stuff.”
The last bit comes out quiet and defeated as Derek averts his eyes.
Fidgeting, Stiles has to restrain himself from reaching to touch those magnificent limbs of Derek’s immediately. And horns! Derek has freaking horns. He doesn’t know what he wants to say first.
“Can you shift all the way?” he then asks, unable to quench his burning curiosity. “And breathe fire?”
Derek gives him an incredulous stare.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just, I gotta know.” Stiles waves his hands through the air and hopes that can signify they’ll get to the rest.
Derek huffs and crosses his arms. For a moment, Stiles is afraid he’ll get left here without another word. But Derek stays.
“Yes,” he says. “To both.”
“And I’m assuming you can fly, too, right? I mean-”
“Yes, Stiles. I can fly and I’m not carrying you.”
Derek glares and Stiles pulls himself together and levels Derek with a serious look.
“Okay, okay. About the dating thing, well… Just because you’re ace doesn’t mean you can’t have a relationship. You just leave out all the sex stuff- which, by the way, is totally overrated,” he says simply, smiling. Hopeful.
Derek shakes his head. “Who would want that?”
Stiles’ hands are the one flying then, gesturing wildly at himself and the vicinity around him in a display of conviction.
“Me!” he almost shouts. “I would want that! I mean if you’d like that, I would be super fucking happy, like the happiest guy in the world. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to woo you for the past 3 months. And I’d wager- here me out -that you’d like that too. We’ll take it easy, step by step, and figure it out together. Isn’t that the most important part in a relationship?”
Derek observes him carefully, a side of awe resonating in his features, as if Stiles was the magical creature out of the two of them. Stiles can already feel himself grinning victoriously.
“Just like that?” Derek asks, and Stiles can’t believe he’s still trying to look for excuses to deny them both of this.
“Just like that,” Stiles replies simply. “How about it?”
He watches Derek carefully, who looks away with a quiet sigh and shuffles self-consciously, making his wing glitter like starlight with the movement, before he looks up with a small smile.
Stiles manages to overpower his need to fistpump the air with a victory yell by just a sliver of willpower. He doesn’t know how he keeps the excited energy contained but he doesn’t want Derek to change his mind after all, so he just beams at the other male. They’ll take it slow and steady.
“We’ll figure it all out later but first, back to those beauties right there,” Stiles says, striding over to get a better look at Derek’s wings. “What’s your wingspan?”
