Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Down The Rabbit Hole

Down The Rabbit Hole by KuriKuri
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Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Stiles hops over a tree root, his tiny rabbit lungs burning as he sprint-hops over the forest floor. He makes a mental note to lay off the curly fries.

Not that he'll probably be able to do that.

Because he's going to die.

His hind paw catches on a rock and he goes down, crashing onto his stomach, the wind abruptly forced from his lungs. He tries to scramble to his feet - paws, whatever - but he can already sense a large figure hovering over him, trapping him in. He makes a break for it anyway, though, desperately trying to escape, but a large muzzle with rows of sharp teeth is already descending on him and -

- and Derek Hale is going to eat him to death. And not even in a sexy way. Then Derek finally will become a murderer, and his dad will have to identify his body by scraping bits of his rabbit intestines off of Derek's wolf-y canines.

All because he didn't warn his werewolf friends off from their usual late night hunts, because then he'd have to admit that he's a fucking wererabbit.

Oh god.

Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the kiss - or in this case, the painful, agonizing bite - of death.

Only it never comes.

It never comes, because for some reason, instead of swallowing him whole like a normal wolf, Derek's decided to rub his face all over him. Gah, Stiles doesn't even know where that muzzle's been. Derek's probably getting rabbit-guts from his previous victim all over Stiles' carefully maintained coat.

Stiles freezes, though, staying completely still as Derek continues doing whatever the fuck he's doing. However, instead of doing anything logical (like just continuing on his way), Derek flops down and corrals Stiles in between his front paws, continuing to nuzzle and - and cuddle him while making low, happy growling noises in the back of his throat.

Fuck, does Derek seduce his prey before eating them? Lure them into a false sense of security and then bam! Rabbit stew for dinner!

(Not that Derek probably cooks his food while in wolf form. He probably won't stop to cook Stiles in some little werewolf oven.)

Stiles is broken out of his thoughts by the feeling of something wet sliding over the back of his neck. He tenses again, and oh god, is that Derek's tongue?Please don't let him be checking to see if he needs to add extra seasoning.

Wolf-Derek lets out another happy rumble and then - then -

He rests his entire freaking chin on Stiles, practically crushing him. Fuck his life.

Stiles stays as he is, stiff and still, and waits for Derek's next move. Only, Derek doesn't do much else. In fact, it seems like he's perfectly content to take a little nap right there on the forest floor with a fluffy Stiles-pillow to cushion his head. Stiles waits a while longer for the other shoe to drop - to get eaten alive - but it... doesn't.

Derek lets out a noise which Stiles suspects is the wolf equivalent of a snore. What a weirdo.

It's hard to tell how long they stay like that, Derek dozing lightly while Stiles crouches stiffer than a statue, but it can't be more than fifteen minutes or so before Stiles finally tries to escape. It takes quite a bit of gentle wiggling, and at one point Stiles accidentally kicks Derek in the nose, but he doesn't do much more than snuffle and let out another low rumble. Stiles really shouldn't find it endearing.