Theo: I'm Madly In Love With You.

Theo: I'm madly in love with you.

Stiles:

Stiles: Well, good luck with that.

no place for promises

chapter 19: interlude

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, drugs You can read it on AO3 as well.

Nothing. No burn – at least none that can’t be accounted to the alcohol itself – no weird tingles, no rash, no strange sensations. Just badly mixed vodka running down his throat and settling in the depth of his stomach that’s slowly unknotting. Because he’s not a real nogitsune. He’s just a chimera. Just a fucking chimera. He’d rather be entirely human but if he has the choice between being a real kitsune – nogitsune in his case – and being a chimera, he’ll gladly choose the latter options. Not only because of all the advantages it brings with it. Better healing, supernatural speed, magic and no weaknesses to mountain ash and wolfsbane. There has to be a strand that works on chimeras as well. There has to be. But being a chimera, at the very least, gives him a shot at pretending to be human. 

He draws his eyebrows together and puts the drink down.

“Your face tells me I might have to kill you,” Isaac notes with a scowl and nudges his leg with his knee.

Stiles shakes his head. “Nothing.”

His face lights up as if someone flipped a switch. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

Isaac throws his hands in the air. The bench shakes slightly under the rapid movement, and for a split-second, Stiles worries that Isaac might hug him before he realises that that’s not at all in the realms of their relationship.

Brett whistles appreciatively. “Great,” he says, sounding more amused than relieved and he squeezes his shoulders gently. “Now we have someone who can look out for us when we’re drinking.”

“I’m not here voluntarily- what makes you think I wanna join you again?” Stiles asks leaning his head back until he can look at the smuggest grin he’s ever seen. Well, at least on a person that isn’t Theo. It’s hard to believe anyone possesses that level of smug, and while Brett is close, he’s not as close Stiles thought he could be. Theo struts around with a kind of arrogance that’s immeasurable, although Stiles is pretty sure at least half of it is nothing more than a farce.

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Derek huffs out a breath and stares at him from across the loft. Nothing conveys ‘this is ridiculous’ quite as much as the position of his eyebrows. Stiles has had enough conversations with them to pride himself to be the only person in the pack who is able to not only analyse but also notice even the slightest change in their positioning. So, it’s pretty damn obvious that Derek thinks he’s an idiot but is nice enough not to say it outright. Which is another thing he can put an exclamation mark behind. Not everybody is safe from his deadpan comments.

Glaring back at him, Stiles presses his hands against the kitchen counter. Silence stretches between them.

It lasts for about a second.

“Derek,” he snaps throwing the tangerine back into the fruit bowl, “why are you so opposed to everything nice?” Stiles has lost count of all the discussions they’ve had about completely mundane things – movie nights with the pack, a new couch, a bookshelf for all his books, a better stove. Anything that results in comfort or happiness is something Derek vehemently rejects. If they have to talk about his self-worth again, he’s going to need a strong drink. They’ve been over this a million times.

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incorrect teen wolf 17/? (insp.)

Stiles: Hey, hey, do the thing.

Theo: (genuinely smiles)

Stiles, breathlessly: Oh my god-

I’ve made a gif :3