I moved names! However, this blog remains as simply a place to put all fic recs!
if there could ever be a werewolf shopping network channel, you know derek would watch it in his bed in his ridiculously comfortable maroon sweater. so these fics deal with products made for werewolf consumers in mind though there should be more
- Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep
- five stars by bleep0bleep
- Knot Easy by samsamtastic
- werewolf condoms 1 & 2 by drunktuesdaze & helenish
- Shutterbug by Yiichi
- Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll
- You Fit Me Better by Jerakeen
- Mated by otter
- also see NECKZ ‘n’ THROATS recs
let me know if you find more and also check out civil rights recs which deal with werewolves are known
secret princes! royal weddings and more!
derek is a prince
- Once Upon A Time by Swing Set in December
- Hoards of Gold and Treasure by RiniRhyme
- I Want To Eat You Up by nicodreams
- Look What We’ve Got, It’s A Fairy Tale Plot by Swing Set in December
- Untitled by Swing Set in December
stiles is a prince
derek and stiles are princes
Stiles grins, taking another sip of his Mai Tai, plucking the umbrella out and tucking it behind his ear playfully. It’s the perfect plan; one week of peace and quiet, no paparazzi, no boring lectures from his tutors, no government officials needing his princely opinion on anything, no team of ridiculously sensitive bodyguards shadowing his every move.
This faux kidnapping scheme is the best plan he’s ever come up with. Stiles was smart about it too, knowing the news would never reach his father because he would be terribly busy at the U.N. World Summit, and the security team would be too embarrassed to let him know that Stiles was “kidnapped” on their watch, and since the fake micro-terrorist group is sending them daily photos of Stiles unharmed and the promise of delivering him back before the king returns seems sound, they probably aren’t doing much to find him. The random money the security has sent so far has been rerouted and rerouted to Stiles’ private account and is currently funding his dream vacation.
Stiles watches the surf break on the sand, the pleasant buzz of alcohol settling around him.
He is a bit lonely, though. Stiles thought a solo vacation away from everyone would be amazing, and so far it kind of has, except he kind of misses one of his bodyguards, Derek. Oh man, what would Derek even do on a tropical island? It’d be hilarious to watch him scowl at the sun and then remind Stiles repeatedly to put on more sunscreen. Maybe Stiles could convince him to help… now there’s a nice image. Stiles can practically hear him now…
Okay, actually he must be more drunk than he thought because he thinks he actually hears Derek.
“Stiles! What do you think you’re doing?”
"You know," Stiles sits down on Derek’s bed gingerly, wiggles his eyebrows at the camera, "I’ve been picturing this room all week."
There’s a lot of dark green, and dark blue like Derek’s walls have to match his dark, tortured soul. But, by god, can that man cook.
"Oh jeez," he murmurs, "These sheets are nice. Silk! Of course," he points to the camera man, "We called that, right?"
The camera man snorts and rolls his eyes, “Answer the questions, Stiles.”
"So glad it took you till our last day together to quit calling me Mr Stilinski, Scotty.”
"It’s my job," Scott hisses, forgetting the camera for a moment and batting Stiles’ hands away from where he’s still feeling up the sheets. "I have to be professional."
i really want an “i accidentally broke into your house/apartment because my friend lives next door to you and i was in the area, drunk, and i thought i was climbing into the right window and falling asleep on the right couch (and i did wonder when my friend got two cats but i didn’t question it) so now i’m hungover and shirtless in your living room so um hi howya doin” au
Stiles is too drunk for this. He should have known better than to go on a bender after finding his boyfri- exboyfriend in bed with someone. Someone decidedly not him. Well okay, the bender could be expected, but he probably should have at least told Scott before, rather than haphazardly breaking into his apartment at three in the morning. He’s already lost a shoe, maybe somewhere on the fire escape, maybe earlier, he can’t be sure at this juncture.
“Finally,” he breathes as he reaches the window, instinctively giving it a tug, and is more than a little surprised when it immediately gives. He thought Scott was more careful than that. Maybe it’s that 6th bro-sense; he always knew they had a special connection.
With all the grace of a drunken gazelle he crawls into the living room, immediately stepping his socked foot into something cold and wet. It’s too dark to tell and he’s too tired to care, slipping his remaining shoe and both socks off using his toes, kicking them into a pile which his t-shirt soon joins.
He bashes his shin on a coffee table - must be new - before wheedling his way to the couch. Which already has an occupant.
"Dude, c’mon, go to your bed, I need this."
"Bed’s taken," a voice mumbles from under the covers.
"Then I’m sleeping on you." Stiles says, already poised to slip between Scott and the back of the couch - even inebriated he knows better than to take the outside of a small sleeping area with Scott.
"Fine, just shut up."
Stiles snuggles in, trying to resist the instinct to spoon the other body, but relaxes in the knowledge that Scott doesn’t care, and it wouldn’t be the first time they’d participated in a little just-friends spooning. He does end up laying a hand on a well-muscled arm, giving the bicep a little squeeze before sleepily telling Scott he’s bulking up nice, and getting a grunt in return.