contentment cottage

greyhoundsgirl  asked:

Hi, the prompts you posted for drabbles, what about 95, there's no going back for Sterek? I really love how your write for these two :)

Combined this prompt with prettyinsoulpunk’s prompt: #1 - Hot, steamy kiss!

I hope you both enjoy this! The two prompts fit perfectly together and inspired me to write this one.

Lessons. Derek/Stiles. Adult

Stiles accepts Derek’s offer to teach him how to play pool.

The house is officially finished, the pack helped Derek move in a few weeks ago, and there have been numerous shopping trips to purchase stuff to fill up all the empty space since then. It’s Derek’s house, but there are six extra bedrooms, plus a library and game room and rooms that don’t even have a purpose yet. It’s a pack house, obviously, since Derek is likely to get lonely being by himself in a place this size. Stiles knows that Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are planning to move in with him after graduation. Jackson has even talked about the possibility of claiming a room, despite the fact he’s going to college in San Francisco, though Stiles thinks that’s more about having somewhere to call his own that isn’t dependent on his parents than plans to actually use the room consistently.

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Snow on the Roof, Fire in the Hearth II DarkOne!Belle NC-17

A blizzard is raging outside, and Rumpelstiltskin was not expecting company. The old woman isn’t really and old woman, though, and Rumple soon finds himself making a deal with The Dark Lady herself.

(( Anon Prompted: EF AU: Belle is the Dark One. She makes a deal with Spinner!Rumple for him to give her a child.

Here’s that DarkOne!Belle I’ve been teasing! I have no idea where the title came from. But I suppose it works. Hope you enjoy~ Sorry if it’s complete rubbish.

WARING: Here there be smut… ))

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“Please sir…take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold.”

Runpelstiltskin hadn’t expected to have company this evening. Then again he never expected to have company any evening, but especially in this one, when a blizzard was blowing and he had to beg a neighbor with a warmer hearth to take his son so he didn’t run the risk of hypothermia if the firewood ran out. Why on earth was this lady even at his door? Surely she knew there were armed places. Had they all sent her away? Nevertheless, he wouldn’t. Rumpelstiltskin was many things, but cruel was not one of them.

“Of course. Come in.” He said quickly, stepping aside and letting the woman inside. He couldn’t tell if she was elderly or young. Perhaps in between like him? “I’ll put on some tea.”

“Thank you.” She said as she stepped in and sat on the hard chair that was at his table.

He was suddenly very conscious of how untidy his house seemed to be. How small yet cold it was. But he remained silent as he put the kettle over the fire.

“How quaint.” The lady chirped in a voice that he thought was perhaps higher. “Two beds?”

“For me and my son.” Rumpelstiltskin said without turning to her as he prepared some bread with butter.

“You have a son?”

“Yes. He’s at a neighbors. Their…their house is warmer.”

“I see.”

“And you?”

She giggled then, and Rumpelstiltskin thought it sounded too young perhaps for someone who seemed to be so old. But then her voice dropped. “No. I was never so fortunate.”

“Ah. Well. I’m sorry to hear that.” A smile tugged at his lips as he turned with the tray.

The tray clattered to the floor the moment his eyes fell on the old woman. Except she wasn’t an old woman anymore. It was a young woman, or one who he assumed to be young. No one knew the age of The Dark Lady. She raised an eyebrow at him, and waved her hand, gold skin glinting in the candlelight.

“That won’t do.” She said as the tray disappeared from his feet and rightened on the table. “Look you chipped the cup.”

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