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“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)
Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.
(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.)
It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.
And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.
(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)
The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.
Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.
Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.
Lucky for him, one copy is enough.
Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.
For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.
Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.
Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.
Request: Could you write a Reader x Paul Lahote where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Paul stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Paul realises she’s his imprint and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo
It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.
Description:Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?
Silence. Complete, brutal silence. Words left unspoken surround you. Choices. All the choices you ever made come out, flashing before your eyes like a lighting descending from the skies. Your demons seize the moment and come out. They dance and yell. Circling all around you. Vultures. Wolves, looking for the kill. Longing for the feast to come. Your thoughts evade your mind and get around your neck, strangling you. Breathe - you can’t breathe. But you are breathing. And, with every breath, you are fighting. With every breath you take, you get one step closer to your goal. And, by breathing, you make them disappear. You control them. You have the leash. And, by any means, you did the impossible. You survived. You are breathing, despite everything you’ve been through. And I am proud.
Context: Our normal DM wasn’t able to be there so I was DMing our alternate campaign (We call these Chaos days because I purposely let silly things happen. its funny and leads to things like this) we had 2 Rouges, a wizard, and a fighter, they were exploring a goblin hideout. they had just come out of taming some wolves. this is what happened (Note: I am laughing my butt off the entire time and we purposely consumed many sugary things :3):
DM(Me): you are in a cave there is a stream two side passages and one main passage. Rouge1(ooc): I’m going to roll perception *rolls* 21 DM: You hear rustling from the first side passage and snoring from the second side passage. Rouge1: I’m going to walk up so Im level with the first side passage. Do I see anything? DM: roll perception rouge1(ooc): *rolls* 17 DM: you see a Taco. Rouge1(ooc): how would my character know what a taco is? DM: I just saying taco so I’m not describing a taco. Rouge1: Ok i’m going to throw a dagger at it *rolls* 23 DM: it hits the taco the taco is now almost broken and has a dagger sticking out of it. Rouge1: HOW DID IT NOT BREAK!? DM: its a really old taco. Wizard: I roll to see if its possed *rolls* 17 DM: its not possed it looks tasty tho. Rouge1(is suspicious): i’m throwing my other dagger at it. *rolls* 19 DM: The taco breaks Rouge2: Thats it just the taco breaks? DM: thats it the taco breaks. Fighter: welp Im going to go get that taco and feed it to my wolves. Everyone else: Were coming too! *they wade through the stream* Rouge1: I stealthly walk up to the taco. *rolls* 24 DM: roll perception Rouge1: *rolls* 25 DM: you see a pile of tacos Everyone: WHAT? DM: if you want to blame someone for this blame my brother he gave me the idea. Rouge1: I shoot the pile of tacos with my crossbow. *rolls* 15 DM: you hit and A Black and Taco colored thing Streaks out of the pile. Roll perception. Rouge1: *rolls* 26 DM: you see a Feline that looks to be wearing a taco Fighter and Rouge2: *Walk into the cave* Rouge1: I’m going to throw a Knife in front of it *rolls* 16 DM: you startle the cat and it runs over to [fighter’s name] Fighter: I crouch and coo the kitty. *rolls* 19 DM: the cat instantly seems to take to you. roll cat knowlege Fighter: *rolls* 17 DM: You know basic cat knowlege such as things like you should let a cat sniff your hand so its not hostile. also roll perception Fighter: *rolls a 12* DM: you see a sign over the pile of tacos that says tacos. Fighter: (is not going to tell the others about teh sign) PEOPLE COME LET THE CAT SNIFF YOUR HAND *Everyone Rolls well* DM: NOW ROLL PERCEPTION! *They roll well except for the wizard* DM: you everyone except fur the wizard sees the sign that says tacos! Wizard: IM GONNA EAT THE PILE OF TACOS *Rolls* nat20 DM: You eat all the tacos then feel sleepy. [fighter’s name] roll perception. *Fighter rolls decently* DM: you notice a cord around the cat’s neck. will you inspect it? Fighter: HECK YEAH! *rolls a 18 for perception* DM: you see the words taco cat on the tag. Rouge2(ooc): So its a taco cat called taco cat? DM: yes! because paradoxes! btw you all feel safe in this room. :3