isaac lahey

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” “There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him --- Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning...” The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. Excerpt: “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.” “Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered. “What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —” “Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.” “Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Stiles is a first-class citizen of the Kingdom. He’s held in the highest regard and treated as a precious doll. Stiles thinks he’s a prisoner. He’s watched every waking and sleeping moment of the day to make sure he maintains the proper decorum of an Omega. When he’s gifted to Alpha Lord Hale, he thinks his days of a lonely, lustful Omega are over. But there’s nothing ‘sexy’ about his marriage, not when the sex is observed. It’s a function to further an elite bloodline. It’s a ritual—The Ritual—with privacy sheets and attendants who witness the pathetic joining between an Alpha and his Omega. Stiles is destined to never feel a hard cock in his hand, not even his own. He’ll never have an orgasm and never have that aching emptiness deep within him filled. Or will he? 😉COMPLETE!

Sometimes all it takes is a single moment of bravery, or stupidity, to change everything. Derek Hale should know. Because Stiles Stilinski - spastic, abrasive, blindingly loyal, asshole Stiles Stilinski - has both of those characteristics in spades. He just wished, for the world's (and maybe his heart's sake), that the stupid kid would try and limit the amount of damage done every once in a while. But then, he wouldn't be Stiles, would he? He wouldn't be the man he loved.

"Since the day Stiles had reached the age where his womb could become fertile, he’s expected this duty to arrive. He knew his hand would be given to a suitor not for love, but for political security.Such is the way of a monarch born with a cunt between their legs."-----At sixteen, Stiles is as prepared as possible to be given away as a tool for political alliance. He's not terribly happy with the choice of destination, but he knows his duty is important to more than just himself.Derek is the Crown Prince of his country, but has been held back from ascending to the throne for years by his uncle, the King Regent Peter.Peter is doing everything within his power short of assassination to keep his hold on the crown.Stiles has no idea what he's walking into, entering his marriage only to be faced with suspicion, confusion, and possibly subterfuge at every angle. He must work to navigate this foreign political landscape while balancing duty, emotion, and tactical conversation at every corner. Not to mention the mysterious, fantastical tapestries that tell the story of the Hale lineage, perhaps more literally than he'd thought.