“Derek, are mates a thing?” “Yes.” “And…???” “Wolves can chose to mate, like humans chose to marry.” “So it’s not some kind of mystical moon destiny?” “Stop reading werewolf smut, Stiles.” “Shut up! But explain.” “Mating is a kind of magic. It requires intent and consent. So a wolf can’t mate a human unless they know what mating is. Especially since it’s for life.” “Is there some kind of sex ritual or whatever?...
When Derek decided that he really couldn’t take one more awful thing happening to him and left Beacon Hills, he found himself drawn back to New York. Other than the years with his pack in Beacon Hills, New York was the only other place that had felt like home. He’d only had Laura but they’d made it work. Cities were hard on werewolves but could also be easy, depending on your situation....
The party is boring. His friends are all in relationships and doing things that Stiles does not want to see. Stiles had not been popular in school. Too loud and annoying. He’d only had one friend. A friend who’d magically gotten good enough at lacrosse to get off the bench and sort of became part of the popular crowd. So he’d started getting invites to house parties and he’d dragged Stiles along because they were bros....
After the bout of energetic sex and another few mouthfuls of Derek’s amazing blood, they decided it was time to tell Stiles’ dad. Stiles was not looking forward to it. At all. But at least he wasn’t the evil undead! Just, you know, undead. They went up to his house and he used his key to open the door and, yup, he couldn’t get in without an invitation. “Daaad,” he whined, “you need to invite me into the house because I can’t come in....
1.0 Introduction On the surface of things delving into the various[snack] ways that anthropocentrism is articulated in an urban fantasy TV show for teens and the fanfiction created by fans is a frivolous endeavour. In general, media created for teens and children tends to be viewed as frivolous in and of itself. Then there’s the general handwaving and dismissal of fanfiction as being the frivolous creations of people with too much time on their hands—if only because it challenges our general view that labour must produce capital for it to be meaningful....