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Challenge: Orte – Tanzfläche – fürs Team
Fandom: Teen Wolf, Regency AU
Titel: Where poppies grow
Inhalt: Derek and Stiles dance together. Derek is suspicious, Stiles is bubbly, Scott is drunk and Cora is intriguing.
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rei17 because she pushed me into the madness that is Teen Wolf (and I've no idea what I am doing, I haven't even finished the second season yet...) This AU is very AU-ish as in it’s completely normal for two dudes to dance together in 19th century London. Inspired by this lovely post on tumblr and way too much energy drinks late at night.
Where poppies grow
Although the dance went on to be a beautiful event by all means, Derek grew more uncomfortable by the minute. Stiles would let him return to his table as was custom whenever the dance ended, but he would always show up again right before the next one started. He was smiling all the time, talking loudly and fast, while he strode around the floor, oblivious to Derek’s discomfort but also very much oblivious to the dirty looks most of the other guests gave the pair.
Derek on the other hand could feel them burning into his skin and after the sixth dance with Stiles he broke hastily free and all but ran back to his table where Cora was sitting all alone not having any more dance partners for herself.
“Derek”, she greeted him, grinning and obviously curious, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of his anguished expression, she grew concerned. “What happened? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite well with Mister Stilinski?”
“No!” Derek said, and by God was he blushing! He coughed, pushing his dance card to the other side of the table. The thin paper shaped like a poppy offended him immensely all of a sudden. “No, I didn’t”, he growled, not facing his sister. “And I won’t make a fool out of myself any longer for the amusement of some... arrogant little bugger and his devil friends who know nothing.”
He bit his lips the moment the insult had escaped him. Cora looked horrified, but she quickly opened her fan and hid her face.
“You need to get a grip on yourself” she said harshly. “For heaven’s sake, Derek, do not cause a scene. Have you lost your mind? Tell me what happened.”
Derek growled. He tried his hardest to remain calm but to no avail. He gestured wildly over to the dance floor. “Did you not see us? Did you not see this?”, he cried, shoving the dance card towards his sister. “He is mocking me, mocking us and our family! I don’t know why he does it, whether it’s a bet among his good-for-nothing friends or whether he just enjoys our misery, but I will not stand it. His behavior disgusts me! He disgusts me!”
“Aww, really? And here I was thinking you would like dancing with somebody seeing how we are at a ball...”
Derek froze where he stood. Slowly he turned around, instinctively squaring his shoulders.
“Mister Stilinski”, he said icily, but there was nothing he could do. He would not take back his words but it was true that he had insulted the gentleman almost to his face so he would have to bear the consequences. “I am sorry but I must refuse any further dances. It would be improper...”
Stilinski stood before him, still grinning nonchalantly. He bowed to Cora.
“Miss Hale. So good to see you, I hope you found the evening as enjoyable as your brother obviously didn’t.”
“Why, yes, thank you, Mister Stilinski.”
“Please, call me Stiles”, he said and Cora gasped only a little, but Stilinski turned his attention immediately to Derek. “The same goes for you, Mister Hale. I find it most curious that we should keep referring to each other by our last names even though we’ve spent so much time together already. People on the continent have introduced me to this custom and I must say it is lovely, isn’t it? Call me Stiles.” A grin and an outstretched hand appeared.
He would rather wrestle with Christopher Argent’s wolfhounds, Derek thought but he took the offered hand nonetheless and shook it with more force than strictly necessary. Stiles only laughed.
“Great. Sadly, I have to say you goodbye. It seems, my friend has drunk too much for his own good.” He gestured towards the door where a clearly inebriated gentleman was being helped into his coat. “I shall have to make sure he gets home in one piece. I will see you at the next ball, I assume? Wonderful. Miss Hale, a pleasure. Derek...”
And with that Stiles was gone, a slight and completely inappropriate skip to his steps as he walked over to his friend.
“That was...” Derek began, searching for the perfect word to express disgust, shame and his thoughts on impolite behavior all at once.
“Absolutely stunning”, Cora said. “You will prepare yourself for the next ball, Derek.”
“Wait, what?!”
“You heard me. Stiles obviously likes you. We shall use that.”
“Wait...Cora, I’m not...”
“Yes, you are. Now let us think of what we’ll have to prepare...”
Challenge: Orte – Tanzfläche – fürs Team
Fandom: Teen Wolf, Regency AU
Titel: Where poppies grow
Inhalt: Derek and Stiles dance together. Derek is suspicious, Stiles is bubbly, Scott is drunk and Cora is intriguing.
Anmerkung: Story is in English. For
rei17 because she pushed me into the madness that is Teen Wolf (and I've no idea what I am doing, I haven't even finished the second season yet...) This AU is very AU-ish as in it’s completely normal for two dudes to dance together in 19th century London. Inspired by this lovely post on tumblr and way too much energy drinks late at night.Where poppies grow
Although the dance went on to be a beautiful event by all means, Derek grew more uncomfortable by the minute. Stiles would let him return to his table as was custom whenever the dance ended, but he would always show up again right before the next one started. He was smiling all the time, talking loudly and fast, while he strode around the floor, oblivious to Derek’s discomfort but also very much oblivious to the dirty looks most of the other guests gave the pair.
Derek on the other hand could feel them burning into his skin and after the sixth dance with Stiles he broke hastily free and all but ran back to his table where Cora was sitting all alone not having any more dance partners for herself.
“Derek”, she greeted him, grinning and obviously curious, but as soon as she caught a glimpse of his anguished expression, she grew concerned. “What happened? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite well with Mister Stilinski?”
“No!” Derek said, and by God was he blushing! He coughed, pushing his dance card to the other side of the table. The thin paper shaped like a poppy offended him immensely all of a sudden. “No, I didn’t”, he growled, not facing his sister. “And I won’t make a fool out of myself any longer for the amusement of some... arrogant little bugger and his devil friends who know nothing.”
He bit his lips the moment the insult had escaped him. Cora looked horrified, but she quickly opened her fan and hid her face.
“You need to get a grip on yourself” she said harshly. “For heaven’s sake, Derek, do not cause a scene. Have you lost your mind? Tell me what happened.”
Derek growled. He tried his hardest to remain calm but to no avail. He gestured wildly over to the dance floor. “Did you not see us? Did you not see this?”, he cried, shoving the dance card towards his sister. “He is mocking me, mocking us and our family! I don’t know why he does it, whether it’s a bet among his good-for-nothing friends or whether he just enjoys our misery, but I will not stand it. His behavior disgusts me! He disgusts me!”
“Aww, really? And here I was thinking you would like dancing with somebody seeing how we are at a ball...”
Derek froze where he stood. Slowly he turned around, instinctively squaring his shoulders.
“Mister Stilinski”, he said icily, but there was nothing he could do. He would not take back his words but it was true that he had insulted the gentleman almost to his face so he would have to bear the consequences. “I am sorry but I must refuse any further dances. It would be improper...”
Stilinski stood before him, still grinning nonchalantly. He bowed to Cora.
“Miss Hale. So good to see you, I hope you found the evening as enjoyable as your brother obviously didn’t.”
“Why, yes, thank you, Mister Stilinski.”
“Please, call me Stiles”, he said and Cora gasped only a little, but Stilinski turned his attention immediately to Derek. “The same goes for you, Mister Hale. I find it most curious that we should keep referring to each other by our last names even though we’ve spent so much time together already. People on the continent have introduced me to this custom and I must say it is lovely, isn’t it? Call me Stiles.” A grin and an outstretched hand appeared.
He would rather wrestle with Christopher Argent’s wolfhounds, Derek thought but he took the offered hand nonetheless and shook it with more force than strictly necessary. Stiles only laughed.
“Great. Sadly, I have to say you goodbye. It seems, my friend has drunk too much for his own good.” He gestured towards the door where a clearly inebriated gentleman was being helped into his coat. “I shall have to make sure he gets home in one piece. I will see you at the next ball, I assume? Wonderful. Miss Hale, a pleasure. Derek...”
And with that Stiles was gone, a slight and completely inappropriate skip to his steps as he walked over to his friend.
“That was...” Derek began, searching for the perfect word to express disgust, shame and his thoughts on impolite behavior all at once.
“Absolutely stunning”, Cora said. “You will prepare yourself for the next ball, Derek.”
“Wait, what?!”
“You heard me. Stiles obviously likes you. We shall use that.”
“Wait...Cora, I’m not...”
“Yes, you are. Now let us think of what we’ll have to prepare...”
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Date: 2013-09-09 08:40 pm (UTC)That's surprisingly cute and intriguing! Can we have more? Please?
And welcome to the hot mess that's Teen Wolf! I assume you'll never know what you're doing but enjoy doing it immensely! ;)
With the best greetings from Warsawa!
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Date: 2013-09-10 11:52 am (UTC)(But uh yeah, point me towards a challenge and you might get more schmoopy kitsch XDD)
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Date: 2013-09-10 08:08 am (UTC)Danke !!!! <3333
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Date: 2013-09-10 11:54 am (UTC)(btw, magst du mir auf tumblr folgen? =3 currently-without.tumblr.com () Ich reblogge erstaunlich viel Teen Wolf UND DAS IST ALLES DEINE SCHULD XDDDD)
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Date: 2013-09-10 02:09 pm (UTC)Und yay Teen Wolf! XD Komm, die Serie ist eine der ästhestischsten die üverhaupt im Fernsehen laufen....!