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Ever since Stiles had caught him reading his diary (and yes, Peter scoffed at the fact that the human kept a diary), Peter had been feeling a bit off.

The werewolf had barely slept a wink that night, images of a red-faced Stiles spitting in a hateful tone, "Nosey!"

Peter tried to shake it off, and he eventually did almost forget about it. However, he realized the second that he looked in the mirror that not only had Stiles yelled at him, but he'd also cursed him.

"What the hell?" Peter barked, wincing both at the nasally quality to his voice and the fact that his nose had seemingly grown three times overnight. It wasn't like a Pinocchio-esque growth where only the tip elongated, but the shocked werewolf's entire nose had managed to grow in size. It took up so much of his face that he could not ignore the pinkish blur that constantly remained in his lower eyesight. Even turning to the side, Peter huffed annoyedly at how large his nose was, making him look more akin to a toucan than a wolf.

"Maybe this will teach you not to be so damn nosey," Stiles chimed as he passed by the big-nosed werewolf, giving the fuming Peter a wink.

[This is a story that I'm dropping from the "30 Days of Derek Hale" that I'm planning because I thought of something else I'd rather do.]

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Stiles typed away on his laptop, yawning loudly as he tried to stay awake and finish the paper he needed for his college class. It was due tomorrow, and of course he’d waited until the last minute. 

He finally had the cover page finished when there was a loud thump at his window, and the spastic human jolted out of his chair when he saw none other than the brooding werewolf, Derek Hale, standing the shadows.

“Holy shit!” Stiles breathed, clutching at his chest as his heart raced like crazy. “Derek? What are you doing here? And why don’t you use the front door like a sane—”

“Stop talking, Stiles,” Derek growled, his irritated face hidden by the nighttime shadows in the bedroom, but Stiles already knew that he was probably scowling at him. “I… *sigh, need your help.”

Stiles stepped away from his desk, knowing that if the alpha of Beacon Hills was coming to him for something, then it must’ve been serious. “What is it?” he cautiously asked.

Again, Derek let out a low sigh, a growl audible in his deep voice. “We ran into a witch coven tonight,” he spat. “And… and I was hit by a certain spell.”

Stiles let out a gasp. “Oh shoot!” he breathed, taking a step forward. “Are you okay? What happened? What does it do?”

Derek held his hand out, stopping the human in his tracks. “It’s a lie detector spell,” Derek groaned. 

“So you’re forced to tell the truth?” Stiles pressed.

Derek huffed again. “No,” he growled, “I can still lie, it’s just that whenever I do, this…”

The werewolf took a deep breath and stepped out into the dim light of Stiles’s room. The human held his breath to avoid laughing the minute he saw Derek’s altered face. Everything about the werewolf appeared the same, except for his nose which had lengthened to about five inches long, making him like he’d been ripped directly out of Pinocchio.

Derek scowled when he spotted Stiles trying to hold back a laugh. “This isn’t funny!” he roared, pointing at his face. “What am I supposed to do with this thing? And if you don’t recall, I am a werewolf. I can’t exactly be having my nose grow if I deny that fact out in public!”

“You’re right,” Stiles said, letting a little chuckle escape from his red face. He paused for a moment. “But, why did you come here? You could’ve gone to Deaton, but you came here.”

Derek visibly winced. “R-right,” he stuttered, not making direct eye contact with Stiles. “Deaton was busy, so I came here…” The alpha tensed up and his already large nose appeared to pull further away from his stunned face, growing another half-inch, indicating that he’d lied.

Derek’s face went from pale to bright red as Stiles cocked his eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t even try calling Deaton, did you?” he accused.

Derek’s jaw tightened and his rolled his eyes. “Fine, I didn’t!” he huffed. His big nose remained the same elongated size, indicating that even when he admitted the truth after a lie, his nose remained altered. “Now we need to figure out how to fix this!”

Stiles dropped it for the moment and nodded. “Fine,” he agreed, sitting back at his laptop to start searching up spells and Pinocchio-esque phenomena. He feverishly tried to uncover some sort of lead or possible way to fix Derek.

Speaking of, Derek stalked forward and knelt down next to Stiles, silent as he watched him research. His large nose protruded so far off of his face that it was beginning to block some of his view. 

Stiles’s typing paused and he looked over at Derek once more. “So wait,” he wondered aloud, “why me? I thought you hated me.”

Derek’s jaw clenched again, and he glared down at the human for a second. “Right,” I muttered, flinching when his nose lengthened once again. “Damn it!” He shoved himself away from the desk in a huff, wondering how he was going to walk around with a large Pinocchio nose. All the while, things would be made even worse if people realized that it grew only when he lied.

Stiles straightened his posture and spun his chair around to stare down the big-nosed werewolf. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to the side. “You hate me, right?” he pressed again.

Derek’s mouth was pressed into a thin line, but his shoulders eventually fell. “No, I don’t hate you,” he finally said, his nose remaining the same size. 

Stiles, being the instigator that he was, couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Aww,” he teased the angry werewolf, “so you like me?”

Derek just put on his usual scowl and glared at the human once more.  “No,” he spat out of instinct, his nose stretching out even further, about seven inches long by now. “…fuck.”

Stiles, having always harbored a major attraction for the alpha werewolf, had his jaw drop in shock at what he witnessed. Apparently, Derek, who would always snarl and glare at him, didn’t view him as an apparent waste of space. “You do!” he exclaimed. “Holy crap, you do like me!”

Derek swallowed down his growl. “Yes, Stiles, I like you. Happy?” he snapped. However, his nose still grew the slightest bit, looking even more unreal. It jutted off the werewolf’s face by at least eight inches now, and it’s cylindrical appearance truly added to its cartoonish aura. Derek looked like he was a cartoon character, looking like he’d been cast in a real life Pinocchio remake. He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he realized the predicament that he really was in.

Stiles’s heart sped up and he swallowed loudly. “I mean… you… what?” he mumbled, his mind racing a million miles a minute. He knew that he was supposed to help Derek break his spell, but he was so caught up in what was thrown into his face.

Derek’s broad shoulders fell and his head rolled back, his large nose flying quickly through the air at the movement. “I… love you.”

Derek’s nose stayed the same size.

The werewolf blushed and looked away from Stiles, not wanting to see his reaction. He was an alpha and knew that he had to uphold a tough look and front in order to protect his territory. Therefore, he wasn’t used to being all mushy.

Instead of laughing, like what Derek had expected him to do, Stiles reached over and kissed Derek’s stubbly cheek. 

Derek winced and turned to look at the human in shock. He momentarily forgot his large nose, cut up in the rush of emotion that he felt.

Stiles smiled warmly and placed a soft hand on his shoulder. “I love you, too,” he said, and his regular heartbeat indicated that he was telling the truth. “And, Pinocchio is my favorite Disney movie.”

As an alpha, it was Derek’s job to protect his territory from any sort of threat that dared to rear its ugly head. One such threat was a suspected witch coven. Derek had begun to suspect that something was afoot when his inner wolf instincts had gone wild on a run near the woods. The magic emanating from the area had caused his hackles to raise, and a snarl to erupt from his throat. Hence, he’d decided to scope out the area.

Derek stalked around the wooded area, sneakily heading towards the faint orange glow that flickered off in the distance. The closer he got, the more the alpha werewolf could hear from the mysterious group of witches. He could barely make out their words, catching phrases that tended to revolve around nature.

The conversation seemed innocent enough, Derek figured as he crept closer and closer. Still, the alpha couldn’t allow a coven to exist within his territory.

Derek was close enough that he could make out the small group of witches that were gathered around the tiny campfire in the middle of the woods. One of them, the supreme he figured, tossed shimmering dust into the fire, turning its flames into a bright violet.

The supreme held her stick thin arms up into the air, muttering an incantation under her breath. The other witches around the purple fire followed suit, filling the air of the woods with a singsongy hum.

Derek kept himself hidden behind a large redwood, using that and the dark shadows of the night to keep himself concealed as he spied on the coven, straining his werewolf ears as best as he could to listen in for any potential plans to cause havoc in Beacon Hills. He knew that he had to run them out, but he also knew that a clear motive was necessary if he was going to convince his pack to assist him.

The supreme stopped her chanting momentarily, a small smile forming on her withered face. 

The flames of the fire picked up in fervor, intensifying in strength. The rest of the coven continued chanting, the air around the camper growing tense as their words grew louder and much more insistent.

Derek felt his forehead break out into a cold sweat and his heart start to race as his lupine instincts told him that something was wrong. Still, he remained at his hiding spot behind the tree, desperate to hear anything that might indicate the coven’s intentions.

BWOMPH!

Derek felt as if his face were struck with lightening as his nose erupted into electrical tingles that radiated all over his skin. He wobbled where he stood and had to hold onto the rough bark of the tree in order to avoid toppling over to the forest floor. Once he was able to steel his legs, Derek wondered what had just happened, but then his mind was quickly occupied with the fact that the supreme was looking directly at him.

“Well, well, Wolf,” she spat, “maybe this’ll teach you not to be so nosey.”

The other members of the coven laughed, leaving Derek confused.

“Mmrrpph?” he tried to ask what she’d meant, but Derek was quickly horrified to find that he couldn’t speak. “Mmm! Mmrpphh?!” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a word out.

His frantic hands moved up towards his mouth, only to grab at his nose. That alerted Derek to something else terribly wrong: his nose was massive! As he ran his hands over it, Derek estimated that it had to have enlarged by at least ten times its original size. It totally dominated the lower half of his face, totally eliminating his mouth so that anyone looking at Derek would only see a man with a humongous nose.

He attempted to growl, but couldn’t get the noise right without his mouth. All it sounded like was someone loudly blowing their nose into a tissue, making Derek blush.

In his panic, Derek phased into his full wolf form, only having a much larger snoot. He sprinted away in a hurry to find a way to fix himself.

The supreme just laughed. “He’ll turn back in twenty-four hours,” she reassured the coven. “Let’s just have him enjoy his humiliation for a bit first.”

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 06: FaceApp

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Stiles giggled to himself as he messed around with FaceApp on his phone, playing with a picture of his boyfriend, Derek. He’d decided to occupy his time while waiting on the bed as Derek finished getting ready for their date night by playing around with random apps.

Stiles had taken a photo featuring Derek’s trademark scowl, and was having a great time playing with the lighting and some of the features. When he saw an ad for the premium edition, offering “Magical Changes”, Stiles shrugged and paid the $2.99.

A plethora of extra photo manipulation options popped up on screen, including a makeup section.

“‘Magical Changes’?” Stiles snickered as he clicked the makeup option…

Derek spritzed some of his cologne on as he got ready for his and Stiles’s date night. The werewolf pulled on a white button down shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone to let the cleft of his manly pecs be showcased. He looked like a total man’s man, and as he finished getting ready, Derek gave himself one last look in the mirror.

“Huh?” he wondered aloud as it looked like he was puckering his lips.

Then his eyes widened as his lips gradually inflated, becoming plump and more full as if he’d had some filler. His lips went from thin to a nice set of DSLs before a shimmering substance coated itself over them. The stunned Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as his lips turned pink and glossy, makeup somehow appearing all over his masculine face. His eyelashes lengthened as mascara was applied, and slight eyeshadow formed on his orbitals.

Derek went from looking tough and manly, to pretty and made up.

“What the fuck?” Derek panicked as he stared at his made up face in the mirror. He turned on the hot water at the sink and scrubbed at his face with soap, but no matter how hard he rubbed, the makeup remained. “I can’t go out looking like this!”

The alpha was humiliated at the thought of going around Beacon Hills wearing lipstick and eye shadow, complete with plump lips. His heart raced in his chest as he wondered what was going on…

“Hmm,” Stiles hummed as he continued to play around with his phone. Despite thinking that Derek did look pretty with the makeup filter, it didn’t really suit him too well. He cleared the filters and decided to start anew when a magnifying glass icon caught his eye…

“What the fuck was that?!” Derek huffed as his face changed back to normal in the blink of an eye. The makeup had completely disappeared and his lips were back to their normal size.

The werewolf rubbed at his eyes as if they were just playing tricks on him, which they must’ve, since when Derek examined his reflection, his face looked normal. That was until he felt his ears tingled slightly.

Derek gasped loudly as both of his ears seemingly pulled away from his head, steadily growing larger. They flapped a little outward so that they were forward-facing, giving the shocked Derek a full view of his massive ears that made him look like Dumbo. They were hilariously big, jutting out from his head at a severe angle.

Next, the werewolf nearly went cross-eyed as he watched his nose pack on more size. It wasn’t like a Pinocchio-growth, instead the whole nose packed on size to become larger, taking up more of his face as it jutted further out.

Before long, Derek had a large set of ears and a massive nose that made him feel like he was staring into a funhouse mirror instead of his bathroom mirror.

“What’s happening to me?!” Derek cried out as he grasped at his huge ears in a panic, wondering why his face kept changing…

Stiles could barely contain his hysterics at the silly picture of his boyfriend on his phone. He was about to call it quits when he saw another set of filters: Impressions.

Altering clearing the current filters, Stiles selected the folder and scrolled through the numerous options before finding an interesting one simply labeled “Giga-Chad”…

Again, Derek’s altered face snapped back to normal— his ears and nose deflating to their normal size, giving the werewolf a temporary sense of relief. He kept a cautious eye on the mirror lest his face start to change some more, but as more time passed, Derek breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe I’m just losing my mind…” he trailed off, his eyes widening at the deep baritone to his voice. His voice sounded like it was several octaves deeper, sounding much more masculine than intended.

It was then that Derek watched his lower jaw shift and start to pull outwards. As it grew longer, it also widened significantly, giving the werewolf’s face a squared appearance. A deep cleft formed in his jaw as well, giving it a noticeable dimple. Cheekbones became more pronounced and Derek’s stubble gradually darkened.

“I… uh, I g-guess this look’s not too bad,” Derek muttered in his deeper voice as he ran a shaky hand over his widened jaw…

Stiles nodded with satisfaction over his handy work and pressed “Save” on the app, figuring that he’d show Derek later for a good laugh. He pocketed his phone and sighed as he waited for Derek to finish getting ready, starting to get impatient.

“Der?” Stiles called out. “Are you ready yet?”

“Um, coming!” Derek called out, yet his voice sounded much deeper than usual.

“Are you getting sick?” Stiles asked, concerned at the sound of Derek’s voice. He got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom, pausing at the sight of his altered boyfriend.

Derek was dressed up in his white button down shirt that showcased his muscles perfectly, and his slacks did little to conceal his massive bulge. Yet, most of the focus was his manly square jaw and high cheekbones. The dimpled chin was covered in manly stubble, oozing masculinity.

“How do I look?” Derek asked cheekily in his deep voice, gesturing at his face. “Wait— what are you doing?”

Stiles was already unbuttoning his pants, getting ready to ride the new Giga-Chad all night long.