Couple / fiction centrée sur : Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale
Sans titre (Sterekfied Doppelgänger Buffy plot)
Auteur : The rogues gambit (aussi sur Tumblr)
Genre(s) : RA, visiteur depuis un univers parallèle, doppelgänger, loup-garou!Stiles, evil!Stiles
Rating : PG-13 (l’extrait que je mets en résumé contient le scène la plus « gore » de la fic, rassurez-vous)
État : one-shot
Connaissance du fandom : Conseillée
Spoliers : fin de la saison 2
Particularité : il doit y avoir un « meme » qui traîne en ce moment sur Tumblr car il y a toute une série de fics Sterek reprenant le scénario d’un épisode de la série Buffy contre les vampires… Cette fic est l’une d’entre elles.
Résumé (extrait) :
“You are so weird today,” Stiles comments at one point, and Derek’s not even sure why. This whole situation is “weird,” but that’s all Stiles’ doing. Derek hasn’t run with anyone in years, since before he and Laura had settled in New York. He probably hasn’t let down his guard this much since he set foot back in Beacon Hills.
That’s must be why he doesn’t see it coming – the way Stiles lights up at the scent of hikers a little ways off, the way he leads the chase toward them and not away, the way he presses Derek against a tree and kisses him breathless before darting toward them.
Derek smells the spray of blood before anything else, and he’s moving after Stiles a second later. Two men, middle-aged, are sprawled out on the ground. One’s hand is clutched over his chest, claw marks – shallow, Derek notes, not bleeding deeply – while Stiles towers over them, snarling.
“Stop,” Derek snaps, and Stiles growls, still grinning. Like it’s still part of the game.
“Told you, Der, I need flesh.”
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