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10 August 2013 @ 09:39 pm
Fic: The One Where Danny Finds Out - Danny/Stiles, PG, Humor, Romance  
Yeah, so, Danny/Stiles is clearly my Teen Wolf OTP. I mean, I'm writing some other stuff, but based on how 95% of this story came pouring out of me in two days of delighted writing - I'm going to go with OTP. The title was legit my working title and I couldn't find anything else I liked and I thought it was kind of cute. So it stayed! 5,076 words of Danny/Stiles humor & romance. Enjoy!


Title: The One Where Danny Finds Out
Author: The Artful Dodger / dodger_sister
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Category: Humor, Romance
Characters/Pairing: Danny/Stiles with a little Scott, Derek, Isaac, Boyd, Peter & Lydia.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor References to Knotting & Mild Language.
Spoilers: General for the early half of Season 3.
Summary: When Danny finds out werewolves are real, he takes an interest. Though he just might take an interest in something else as well.
Word Count: 5,076 words.
Date Written: June, 2013.
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf & characters do not belong to me. I wrote this story, for fun, not profit.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: I wrote like 95% of this story in two days. I had a list of scenes and I just punched this out. I don’t know where the idea came from, but it poured out of me and I’ m very proud of that. It seems Danny/Stiles is truly my Teen Wolf OTP.




Danny was on the field, practicing lacrosse drills - which was undeniably harder without Jackson there to toss around with - when he heard a low growling sound.

He turned his head left and then right, looking for the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming from the edge of the trees, but it was hard to see if anything was there, the light already starting to set for the day.

"Hello?" Danny called, only then realizing the ridiculousness of calling out to something that growls.

The noise came again and then something emerged from the tree-line. It was a wolf, only somehow it wasn't, because it was way too big to be a wolf and it was walking on its hind-legs.

Danny took a step backwards and briefly wondered if there would be enough of his body left for his parents to even bury him properly.

The wolf-man-thing came moving towards him; red eyes glowing, thick drool hanging from its fangs like Danny was a salivating plate of dinner. Then it dropped to all fours and started charging his way. Danny looked for an escape; a nearby tree he could climb, a drain pipe he could hide in, anything - when suddenly there was another wolf, tearing out from the trees and pouncing on the first creature, the two of them rolling together in a tangle of limbs and fur and deadly claws.

Danny turned and ran, faster than he had ever run before, suddenly unendingly grateful for all the laps Coach made them do at practice. His legs ached, feet kicking up clumps of grass, but he ran and ran until he was safe inside his car.

Then Danny started screaming.

***

Someone was pounding on the front door of Stiles' house, loud manic knocks threatening to bust the door open with force. When Stiles opened it, he found Danny Mahealani standing on the steps, wild-eyed and panting.

"There was a thing!" Danny shouted before Stiles could even say 'hello'.

"A thing? Imagine that!" Stiles replied and threw his hands up in the air. "What the hell are you talking about, man?"

"It was a...thing," Danny repeated. "Like a wolf, but not, and it had red eyes and dripping fangs and..." Then he grabbed Stiles' forearm, eyes wide with terror and said, "...it walked like a man."

"Sonofabitch," Stiles groaned and pulled Danny into the house.

He settled Danny on the couch and brought him some water. Danny gulped it all down in one go, but his hands were shaking the whole time and Stiles actually felt bad for the guy.

"Okay," Stiles said, once Danny had set his glass down on the coffee table. "You saw something?"

"Yeah," Danny said meekly. "Something."

"And then you decided to come over here, to my house, and tell me about it?"

Danny shrugged. "It was like...a creature. Like a mythological thing. You know about weird stuff like that, don't you?" Danny asked, looking up at Stiles with big, round eyes.

"Well, yeah, but...wait, what you mean isn't that I happen to know about weird stuff, it's that I am weird, isn't it?"

Danny looked almost sheepish, which was a feat considering he still looked scared to death on top of it. "No, you're not...you're not weird. I'm sorry, I should go."

Danny made to stand up from the couch, but Stiles just put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

"Just...tell me more."

***

"I don't know," Stiles whispered into the phone. "It was apparently inches away from eating him, so I don't think he's going to buy the 'light playing tricks on you' angle."

"How about that he was tripping on drugs or something?" Scott said on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, sure, 'don't worry about it, Danny, it was just all the acid you take'."

"I don't," Danny said and Stiles looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the kitchen, where Stiles had excused himself to make a phone-call.

"Gotta go," Stiles said abruptly and hung up on Scott.

"I don't do drugs and now you're really freaking me out," Danny said and stepped into the room. "What is it, Stiles? What's going on?"

They'd worked on this, once before; things to tell people who saw Scott or Derek or any number of other werewolves who seemed to be converging on Beacon Hills. They'd made a list. Stiles had typed it up on his computer and then drew pictures in the margin.

But right now - faced with Danny standing just inches away from him, eyes pleading for someone to make this terror go away - all Stiles could do was blurt out the truth.

"Werewolves are real!"

Danny snorted and shook his head. "Okay, man, sure thing."

"What? No, I'm telling you the truth," Stiles told him.

"Come on, Stiles, really? Werewolves are real?"

"They are! Scott's one."

A little puff of air came pushing out of Danny and he laughed, a short chuckle of disbelief.

"Hey!" Stiles yelled, raising a finger and poking Danny in the chest. "Don't come into my house and snort at me. I'm being serious here."

Danny reached over and laid his hand on Stiles' shoulder, curling his fingers across the curve of Stiles' neck.

"You're kind of cute when you're all flustered. And thanks, man. For making me feel better."

"What? No, listen...wait, you think I'm cute?" When Danny just shrugged, Stiles added, "How could I have made you feel better - I just told you werewolves are real."

Danny nodded, grin now replacing his former expression of terror, and he took his hand from Stiles' shoulder and stepped in the direction of the front door. "I know. And then I realized how crazy I sound saying I saw a monster. About as crazy as you saying Scott is a werewolf. It helped put things in perspective."

"But Scott is a werewolf," Stiles insisted and Danny just ducked his head to hide the smirk on his face.

"Thanks, Stiles. I owe you one," and he opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch.

"But you were flirting with me, right?" Stiles asked.

Danny just gave him a little wave and headed for his car.

"I'm not lying, you know!" Stiles hollered after him. "And you didn't answer my question!"

Danny got in his car and drove away without looking back, leaving Stiles standing on his front porch in the all-but-faded light of day.

***

"So..." Danny started and plopped down in the seat next to Stiles.

The library was mostly empty; just two girls in the far corner pretending to be doing their English homework, which was basically what Stiles was doing too, doodles of skateboarding stick figures in the margins of his history paper.

"...I was just wondering if werewolves, uh, howl a lot on the full moon?"

"Say what now?" Stiles asked, head jerking up to stare wide-eyed at Danny.

He had thought they were past this, mostly because Danny hadn't brought it up again since that night, except for the first time he’d walked past Stiles and Scott in the school hallway and just grinned and gave them both the thumbs-up sign, like they were all part of some in-joke.

"I'm not saying I believe you," Danny went on and then looked around the room as if someone might be listening in on their conversation. "But I kind of...believe you."

"Say what now?" Stiles repeated, because seriously...what?

"There was a full moon a few nights ago..."

Stiles was beyond aware of that. It had been a long night, to say the least.

"..and I just, uh, heard these howling sounds and Wikipedia says that wolves howl to assemble their packs."

"That's true," Stiles told him, because it was, regardless of whether they were talking about regular wolves or werewolves.

"That means there is more than one of whatever that was. Which there is, because I saw two of them. But if those two were fighting, then they weren't from the same pack. Which is really weird. There aren't suppose to be any wolves in California, even if you figure in the bizarre-ness that global climate change is causing. So, what are the odds of two separate wolf packs finding their way to Beacon Hills?"

"Very slim," Stiles said, teeth worrying over his bottom lip.

"Sure. But not as crazy as whatever I think I saw the other night, right?"

"Right."

"Stiles," Danny hissed suddenly. "Stop being all...whatever you are being right now. I know what I saw. I thought I could convince myself it had just been a regular old wolf or a dog or whatever, but I...I know what I saw," Danny said with conviction and then let out a long breath, shoulders sagging under the weight of it. "I saw a werewolf."

"Yep," Stiles told him.

"Werewolves are real."

"Yep," Stiles said again.

Danny honestly looked like he might be about to cry or crawl under the table or something, so Stiles reached over and curled his fingers around Danny's wrist.

"It's okay," Stiles said. "Take all the time you need with the major shift of your world views."

"I have a lot of questions," Danny told him softly, without looking up from where Stiles was rubbing his thumb across the inside of Danny's wrist.

"I know," Stiles told him. "It's okay. I have time."

***

Stiles and Scott were sitting at their desks in history class when Danny came in. He made it halfway down the aisle, saw Scott, and froze.

"Hey, Danny," Scott said awkwardly, because Danny was just standing there, eyes bulging, looking at Scott like he had two heads.

Or like he was a werewolf.

"Yo, Danny," Stiles said and flipped an ink pen through the air in a twirling arc, until it hit Danny square on the forehead.

Danny just raised a single eyebrow at him.

"I dunno," Stiles said with a shrug. "What's the appropriate boy-on-boy version of pulling someone's pigtails?"

"What?" Danny asked with an abrupt shake of his head.

"Yeah, what?" Scott asked and then looked from Danny to Stiles and back to Danny again.

"Are you..." Danny started and then caught sight of Scott looking at him and abruptly stopped talking.

"Go sit down," Stiles told him, voice soft and reassuring.

"Yeah. Yeah," Danny said and hurried past them to his seat.

"I'm not even gonna ask," Scott said and Stiles figured that was probably for the best.

***

"So..." Danny said, sidling up to Stiles in the hallway after fifth period. "How does one become a werewolf?"

"They get bitten," Stiles told him, without looking over. "Or scratched. That does it too."

"Is it like vampires where they have to bite you and you have to bite them back?"

"Oh. My. God. No," Stiles said. "You realize if that were the case, that Scott would've had to bite Derek Hale’s uncle, right?"

Danny shrugged. "Well, I’d bite Derek Hale, if that helps at all."

"That does not help, no," Stiles said and threw his hands up in the air. "Derek's like all growly and..."

"Bitey?" Danny supplied.

"Shut it," Stiles told him and waved a finger in Danny's face.

"Do people who are born werewolves turn, even when they are kids?"

"Huh," Stiles said and stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway.

Someone ran into him from behind and muttered something about watching where he was walking.

"Stiles?" Danny asked, as the flow of students moved around them.

"Yeah, no, I was just picturing a tiny little werewolf version of Derek running around eating live squirrels while wearing a diaper."

"Uh-huh," Danny said and put his hand on the small of Stiles' back to get them moving again.

Stiles leaned into the warmth of the touch, bumping his shoulder against Danny's own as they walked.

"I have copies of the original Wolf Man and the original American Werewolf in London on DVD," Stiles said. "Why don't you come over after practice tonight and we can watch them and I'll point out what the movies got right and what they got wrong."

"Yeah?" Danny said, the corners of his mouth turning slightly upwards. "I'd like that."

"Cool. You supply the Milk Duds for my viewing pleasure."

"What? Seriously?" Danny asked, but Stiles was already walking away from him.

"Court me properly!" Stiles hollered back and kept walking.

***

"Hey Stiles!" Danny hollered from across the parking lot, lacrosse gear slung over his shoulder as he came sprinting in Stiles' direction.

"S'up?" Stiles asked, though most of his brain was preoccupied with thinking about dinner, especially since practice had run long that night.

"Can I get a ride? My car's in the shop with a leak and my dad texted me that he's running late, so..."

"Yeah," Stiles said with a shrug. "Hop in, man."

"I could buy you dinner," Danny suggested as he slid into the passenger seat of the Jeep.

"Oh, I see," Stiles said with a grin, pulling out of his parking space and onto the road. "This whole 'car in the shop' thing was just an excuse to ask me out."

Danny blushed hot across his cheeks but didn't look away. "Stiles, I can hear your stomach growling from over here."

"Oh," Stiles said. "Well, I am a growing boy, you know."

"I noticed," Danny muttered under his breath and Stiles laughed out loud.

"Alright, man. Yeah. Dinner sounds good."

"So how come Scott wasn't at practice?"

"I don't actually know," Stiles told him and furrowed his brow, because Scott had been really good this year about not skipping school or practice or letting himself fall behind in general.

"Off doing werewolf stuff?"

"Probably," Stiles said. "Or girl stuff."

Danny just raised an eyebrow and Stiles flailed his right hand about in the air.

"I meant, stuff involving a girl. Namely, Allison. I didn't mean, like, girl-stuff."

Danny laughed. "To each his own, man. I don't judge."

Stiles was just about to make a joke involving Scott and a cheerleader's outfit when his phone rang, which was probably for the best, since he didn't have a punch-line for it yet.

"Speak of the devil," Stiles said when he glanced at the caller id and saw 'Scott McCall' splayed across the screen. "Or speak of the werewolf. Whichever."

Danny grinned, dimples coming out and Stiles found himself grinning right back.

"Dude," Stiles said, hitting the button on his phone, "you missed practice. What's up?"

"Chased, chased. Being chased," Scott blurted out, voice panting and cracked through the other end of the phone.

"Shit," Stiles said. "Where are you? I'll come get you."

"Meet me behind the bowling alley. And Stiles?"

"Yeah, man?"

"Hurry."

The line went dead and Stiles spun his Jeep around in the other direction and floored it.

They came tearing into the back-lot of the bowling alley just as Scott was bounding around the corner, down on all fours and making no attempt to slow down. Danny threw his door open and Stiles slammed on the brakes. It was an awkward shuffle as Scott ran full tilt into the side of the Jeep and Danny tried to lean forward enough to let Scott into the backseat.

Scott was panting and Stiles didn't wait for instructions before he peeled back onto the road, whatever it was that was chasing Scott tearing after them, dust flying in its wake.

"Alphas?" Stiles asked, checking his friend in the rear-view mirror.

"Two of them," Scott said and glanced out the back window. "Hey, Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Go faster."

Stiles put his foot down on the pedal and next to him, Danny double-checked his own seatbelt.

"Ran into several of them, like possibly the whole pack of alphas, I'm not sure," Scott said. "Gotta tell Derek. I think I know where they are holed up."

"Derek's it is then," Stiles said and yanked the Jeep in a sharp left turn.

They were all silent until the alphas were lost far behind them and then Danny said, as calmly as if he were asking about a history assignment, "So...a whole pack of alphas? Is that normal?"

"What?" Scott asked and then leaned forward in his seat to hiss-whisper at Stiles, "Danny believes us now?"

"Oh yeah, forgot to tell you," Stiles said and waved his hand in the air. "Danny believes us now."

"Hi," Danny said to Scott and gave him a little half-wave.

"Hi," Scott said and they all stared awkwardly at each other until Derek's apartment came into view

***

"He knows?" Derek hollered and Stiles took a step back.

Derek was pissed and he had his full-on scowl in place; eyebrows drawn together, jaw clenched, that smoldering thing going on in his eyes that might have been attractive if Stiles wasn't so worried that Derek was about to rip his throat out.

"Uh, yeah, he knows," Stiles said and swallowed hard before adding, "I'm pretty sure he saw you and some other werewolf trying to kill each other on the lacrosse field, so..."

"Oh," Isaac said from the corner of the room as his hand shot up in the air. "That was me. My bad."

Derek turned his head just enough to send the glare in Isaac's direction before putting it right back on Stiles.

"So you just thought you'd bring him on over here to my place and we'd all hang out?" Derek asked with a growl, then grabbed a hold of the front of Stiles' shirt and pulled him in close, close enough that Stiles could feel Derek's breath hot across his face. "This isn't Scooby-Doo, Stiles."

Stiles just flashed his best grin and asked, "If it were, could I be Fred?"

"No," and Derek released him with a little shove.

"Uh, hi," Danny said then and took a tentative step forward, though he was still half-hiding his body behind Stiles. "It's cool, you don't have to worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. Who would believe me anyway, right?" and he flashed Derek a little half-smile and inched slightly closer to Stiles.

Derek sized him up and Stiles felt his chest puff out a little at how Danny didn't even flinch under the glare. When Derek turned his head to look at Isaac, the other boy just shrugged and said, "I don't know, man. Danny's pretty cool."

Derek gave Danny one more appraising look, but his face had soften a fraction and Stiles felt himself breath a little easier.

"Cool place you’ve got here," Danny said, breaking the tension a minuscule amount. "I like what you've done with it," and then he turned back to face Derek and said, "So...do you eat people?"

Derek looked like he couldn't decide who he wanted to hit first - Danny or Stiles - so Stiles just let out a nervous chuckle and said, "Okay then!" before slipping his hand into Danny's own and pulling him towards the door. "We're gonna go get food. Meat. Cooked meat from the place. Where you get meat. Burgers for everyone! We'll be right back," and he tugged Danny out the door after him.

Stiles let out an audible sigh once they were outside again and Danny curled their fingers together tighter and said, "So...don't ask Derek anymore questions?"

"Yes," Stiles told him. "Don't ask Derek anymore questions."

***

They were in the woods - sitting under a tree, flipping through some old history books Scott's boss had loaned them for research on alpha lore, while the pack ran drills around them - when Danny said, "So...can girls be alphas?"

"Yep. There is a girl in the pack we are hunting right now actually," Stiles told him without looking up.

"Very progressive," Danny said and he sounded rather impressed by the whole thing. "And they have to kill these alphas because they are trying to kill Isaac and Boyd?"

"Yep. And possibly Peter, but nobody likes him anyway."

Danny chuckled and bumped their shoulders together and Stiles let himself lean into the touch for the briefest of moments, before pulling away.

"So...when werewolves mate, do they have knots like dogs?"

"Who-what now?" Stiles asked and his head jerked up so fast he got a spasm in his neck. "What the hell kind of porn have you been watching?"

Danny 's face was red with flush and he looked down at the ground, picking a blade of grass and rolling it between his finger. "I mean, wolves have knots when they bred, so maybe werewolves do too?"

"Dude, how would I know that?" Stiles asked and his voice sounded oddly high-pitched and frantic.

"I don't know!" Danny exclaimed. "It's a legitimate question."

"In what world?"

Danny sighed and deflated a little. "Have Scott and Isaac ever…you know? Should I ask Scott?"

"No! Don't ask Scott. Don't ask anyone, ever. No talk of breeding allowed in the sanctuary," Stiles said and made a circle with his hands to encompass the area around himself.

"Everything around you is a sanctuary?" Danny asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I am sanctuary-ness. Deal with it. Ask me anything else."

"When they have babies, are they in litters like a wolf?"

Stiles groaned and flopped down on the ground.

If later, he caught Danny watching Derek in a way that was curious and intrigued, Stiles figured it was none of his business. Even if he found he actually didn't like it very much at all.

***

Stiles and Lydia were walking across the parking lot - heads bent together in a covert whisper about their suspicions that Allison was not as done with the family lifestyle as her father seemed to think she was - when Stiles looked up to see Danny waiting for him by the Jeep.

They were suppose to go to Stiles' house to work on their science project, but Danny didn't look very thrilled about it and Stiles felt his heart drop a little at that. Danny was usually all smiles when Stiles walked into a room and Stiles kind of liked that, liked the warm feeling it made rush through him whenever Danny lit up just for him.

"I gotta go," he told Lydia. "Let me know if Allison tells you anything."

Then he sprinted across the parking lot, waving his arms in the air at Danny in the most ridiculous fashion he could manage. Danny just stared back at him with one raised eyebrow.

"What's up, man?" Stiles asked. "You look like someone just ran over your dog. Oh, shit, did someone run over your dog?"

"No," Danny told him. "Why would you even say that?"

"I got worried for a minute."

"Let's just go," Danny said and slid into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, okay," but Stiles felt off inside, like something had been knocked out of place somewhere in his chest.

Danny didn't say anything for a long time, just kept staring out the passenger side window, and Stiles almost missed his incessant questions about werewolves.

"So..." Danny said at last and Stiles breathed out a sigh of relief.

He had actually missed Danny's voice for a minute there, and even if Danny's question was about werewolf breeding, it was better than being given the silent treatment.

"...are you still into Lydia?"

"Who-what?" Stiles asked and had to veer the Jeep back into the correct lane.

"You heard me," Danny said and it was low and throaty and sent a rush of something not unpleasant up Stiles' spine.

"I don't...where is this coming from?"

"Never-mind," Danny muttered. "Forget it," and he turned back to look out the window again.

"No, hey," Stiles started and reached over to put his hand on Danny's shoulder, only somehow he ended up with his palm pressed flat against the side of Danny's head. "Talk to me, man."

When Danny turned his head back in Stiles' direction, Stiles found his hand smashed against Danny's face, thumb rubbing along the corner of Danny’s mouth, his breath hot on Stiles' skin.

"Are you dating her now?" Danny asked, only it came out muffled against the palm of Stiles' hand.

Stiles jerked back, settled his hand on the steering wheel and looked ahead at the road.

"No, that's not...Lydia and I are definitely not dating."

"But you still like her?"

"Yeah, I mean..." and Stiles let out a groan because these things were confusing, even to him, and they were his emotions.

"But you like guys too?" Danny asked softly and picked at a piece of lint on his jeans.

"Yes," Stiles said without hesitation.

"But you never talk about it?"

"I actually don't think about it much. Or I didn't. I mean, I've had a thing for Lydia since like the third grade, so I guess I didn't figure anything else mattered much...before."

Stiles turned to look at Danny, really look at him, and found Danny's expression laced with something that seemed almost like bitterness.

"Is this about Jackson?" Stiles asked briskly. "Are you like marking his territory for him or whatever? Because I hate to break it to you," and Stiles refrained from clamping his words down, even if that look on Danny's face was breaking his heart, "Jackson left. He's gone, man."

Danny looked back out the window. "Can we just do this science thing another day? I'm not feeling all that well."

Stiles wanted to smack himself on the back of the head, but he couldn't figure out how to reach.

"Danny, hey, look, I'm sorry. I know Jackson was your best friend. I didn't mean..."

"It's not that," Danny said. "I just think I'm coming down with something."

"Yeah, okay," Stiles told him and turned the Jeep in the direction of Danny's house.

They rode in deafening silence the rest of the way there.

***

They were planning an intricate invasion of the alphas' most recent lair, when Boyd threw the door to Derek's apartment open and came stalking inside, Danny following close behind him.

"What'd I miss?" Boyd asked and moved right past Stiles to Scott's side.

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks, square in the middle of the room, holding a pair of binoculars - because unlike everyone else here, he didn't have super werewolf vision, thank you very much - and stared at Danny with his mouth half open.

"Uh, hi," Stiles said at last and Danny offered him a half-smile.

"Hi," Danny said and looked down at his own feet, scuffed a shoe along the floor.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles blurted out and hated how it sounded like an accusation.

"Boyd asked for a ride," Danny told him, head jerking up to give Stiles a confused look.

"Right. Of course. That's cool."

Stiles felt like his palms were getting increasingly sweaty and his heart sounded really loud to his own ears. Every werewolf in the room had to be hearing the odd beat-beat-pump that was hammering in his chest.

"Listen," Danny said softly and took a step towards him. "About the other day..."

"Oh good," Isaac said, coming into the apartment with the box of maps he had gone out to Derek's car to retrieve. "Danny's here. Excellent."

"What?" Danny asked, head whipping around to stare at Isaac. "Why?"

"Because we need a computer person!" Scott shouted out and when Stiles looked over, Scott was sliding off the countertop where he had been perched, eyes wild and manic in the apartment's lighting.

"We do?" Isaac asked and then he and Scott exchanged a series of odd and almost cartoonish looks with one another before Isaac blurted out, "We do!"

"Is it me," Danny said, leaning in close to whisper warm breath across Stiles' ear, "or are they going to eat me?"

"You wish," Peter snorted from the other side of the room and Danny took a step back, clearly startled by the whole werewolf-hearing phenomenon.

"Oh good," Derek said, coming into the room from who even knows where and nodding in Danny's direction. "Danny's here."

"Because you need a computer person?" Danny asked and his voiced sounded frantic and slightly terrified.

"Sure," Derek said with a shrug. "But mostly it means Stiles will shut the hell up about you."

"What now?" Stiles and Danny both asked at the same time.

Stiles looked to Scott for an explanation but his so-called best friend just shrugged and said, "You do kind of talk about him a lot."

"I do not!" Stiles protested. "That's not even accurate."

Derek just rolled his eyes. "Isaac, tell them," he ordered and snapped his fingers at Isaac.

He looked a little sheepish about the whole thing, but Isaac shoved his hands into his pockets and said, "Danny, Stiles talks about you all the time. And Stiles, Danny lets off a really distracting sex pheromone whenever you get within ten feet of him. I don't mind it so much, but it's pissing Derek off."

"There," Derek said, both eyebrows raised at them in disgust. "Make-out. Move on. We have work to do."

Stiles and Danny stood there in awkward silence until at last Danny said, "So...werewolves can smell sex pheromones?"

***

Someone was pounding on the front door of Stiles' house, odd half-beats of rhythm that varied in strength. When Stiles opened it, he found Danny Mahealani standing on the steps, panting and juggling an armful of supplies.

"I brought movies!" Danny shouted before Stiles could even say 'hello'.

"Cool," Stiles said and reached out to take some of the stuff from Danny's arms. "Excellent, you brought Milk Duds. You know how to treat a man right, Danny-boy."

"So..." Danny started and when Stiles looked up, Danny was pressing his lips together and watching Stiles through lowered lashes.

"Ask me anything you want," Stiles told him.

After all, he was getting pretty used to all of Danny's werewolf questions.

Danny nodded, squared his shoulders and said, "So....can we be dating now?"

Stiles growled, low and deep in his throat - something he'd be loathe to admit he’d picked up from Derek - before grabbing Danny by the front of his shirt and pulling him in close, their lips finding each other, soft and wet and sliding against one another.

"Best question you've ever asked me," Stiles breathed against Danny's mouth and then they were stumbling inside and kicking the door shut, closing the rest of the world - werewolves and all - behind them.


The End
 
 
 
Kate: disney maid marian fangirlceitfianna on August 11th, 2013 03:41 am (UTC)
This is amazing and adorable. I love the slow build and how Danny is so easily accepted into the pack because he should be in it. Also all the geekiness of them.

Oh and would you be willing to read over my very, very rough draft of my Narnia story? I can email it to you like I did before and no big rush. Its due on the 19th and I'll have my laptop while traveling.
dodger_sister: teen wolf relationshipsdodger_sister on August 14th, 2013 02:17 am (UTC)
I love the slow build and how Danny is so easily accepted into the pack because he should be in it.

Oh, thank you, that is wonderful to hear! I am so glad you liked it! This story was seriously so much fun to write.

I have a few smaller Teen Wolf fics finished up now too, and I think one in particular you will really like because it's on that level of 'family relationships' that we talked about.

Oh and would you be willing to read over my very, very rough draft of my Narnia story? I can email it to you like I did before and no big rush. Its due on the 19th and I'll have my laptop while traveling.

Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner - it was a weird weekend - but yes, I could do that. I actually have tomorrow and Thursday 110% free (except for hopefully getting through the next scene in my Teen Wolf AU - I have never struggled with a kissing scene so much before) - so breaking that up with some Narnia would be awesome. If you still need help, send it on over!
Kate: candy raspberriesceitfianna on August 14th, 2013 06:51 pm (UTC)
No worries, I'm on my computer for the first time since Monday night as I've been busy traveling. I'll email you the story.
saphicwicca: Stilessaphicwicca on August 11th, 2013 09:48 am (UTC)
This is so much awesome. There really needs to more Danny/Stiles fic in the world
dodger_sister: teen wolf relationshipsdodger_sister on August 14th, 2013 02:19 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for the comment! I am thrilled you liked the fic!

There really needs to more Danny/Stiles fic in the world

Oh, hell yes. Word to that. ;)
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on August 12th, 2013 12:19 am (UTC)
This is so adorable! (No, I will not be starting to watch Teen Wolf and you can't make me, neener, neener - but this IS awfully cute!)

Stiles should totally draw Danny a "Werewolves for Dummies" comic book!
dodger_sister: teen wolf relationshipsdodger_sister on August 14th, 2013 02:22 am (UTC)
This is so adorable!

Thank you! It never ceases to amaze me how you read everything I write, even if you only vaguely know the source material. You are the best! <3

(No, I will not be starting to watch Teen Wolf and you can't make me, neener, neener - but this IS awfully cute!)

LOL Nope. Seriously, I know you, woman - if you do ever decide to start watching Teen Wolf, you either need to do a drunken marathon or watch it like you watch H5O, out of the corner of your eye.

Stiles should totally draw Danny a "Werewolves for Dummies" comic book!

OMG. THIS. THIS. SOMEONE SHOULD DO THIS. The Teen Wolf fandom needs to get on this immediately!
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on August 14th, 2013 11:17 am (UTC)
Sometimes I miss once in a while, but I do try! I just like your writing style. And I want to support you!

I would read the hell out of a comic book version of Dummies for Werewolves. If someone does it, point me that way!
ranuaranua on September 14th, 2013 02:13 am (UTC)
*squees like an idjit* omg! how adorable!

Your dialog is fantastic and hilarious. You totally nailed Stiles imo.
dodger_sister: teen wolf relationshipsdodger_sister on September 16th, 2013 02:02 am (UTC)
squees like an idjit* omg! how adorable!

LOL Thank you, darling! I'm grinning like idjit now!

Your dialog is fantastic and hilarious. You totally nailed Stiles imo.'

That is wonderful to hear! I wrote Stile like an exaggerated version of myself and thought that I was either going to hit it on the head or go way far overboard, so I am glad to hear I got it right!!
lizibabes: Mikeylizibabes on September 19th, 2013 10:34 pm (UTC)
Awww I loved it, they were so cute together. I love Danny going from 'no way are werewolves are real' to believing in them and wanting to know all about them. And his questions were perfect!! Stiles reaction to the knotting question was great and I liked Derek pushing them together because they were annoying him.

Great fic bb :)
dodger_sister: teen wolf relationshipsdodger_sister on September 26th, 2013 01:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I am so glad you enjoyed it, especially since I know you don't know a ton about this source material! :)

Stiles reaction to the knotting question was great and I liked Derek pushing them together because they were annoying him.

These are both two of my favorite parts, bits I knew were going in before I even got to those scenes, so I am THRILLED you liked those so much.

Thank you for the awesome comment!

Edited at 2013-09-26 01:06 am (UTC)