It's A Prompt Fest!

Chapter 7: Magic Coven

Derek kissed down the length of Stiles' neck, bringing their bodies closer so that there's barely any space between them. Their heat is scorching their skin, Derek can hear Stiles' heartbeat in his ear loud and clear and he loves how the sound increases when he touches him, loves that's he's the only one who is able to do that to him. His skin is littered with red and purple marks and a few more are starting to bloom against Stiles' pale skin. His hands edges lower, under his shirt drifting across Stiles' stomach that flutters and contracts under his touch, as his hand drifts up, he's suddenly pushed back. Stiles leaned back, putting distance between them and bit his lip. The wolf blinked. "Stiles?"

The sorcerer winced and scratched the back of his neck. "Um, well you see the thing is, that before we go any further you need to know that certain rules were ignored."

"Okay," Derek drawled. "Like what?"

"Well before any relationship was to progress or even happen..." he mumbled the last part.

"What?"

He mumbled again.

"Stiles I'm a werewolf with higher than average hearing and I still couldn't understand."

"I was supposed to introduce you to my coven."

"Your coven."

"Yup."

"You mean your coven of witches, wizards, sorcerers, sorceresses and necromancers?"

"And Wiccans ," Stiles added, "and a few Witchdoctors."

Derek scrubbed his face. "Of course you have those." His hand dropped. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

Stiles cringed. "Because I really like you and didn't want you to run. Do you want to run?" he questioned hesitantly.

"Debating it." The sorcerer's face fell, he waited a few seconds before he spoke again."I'm kidding."

"Oh my God! You complete ass!" Stiles swatted him. "That's not funny."

Derek smirked. "Consider it a small amount of pay back."

Stiles chewed on his lip and rubbed his sweating hands against his jeans. "So will you meet them?"

"Yes," he answered swiftly without wavering.

"Oh man," Stiles let out shuddering sigh that racked his body and leaned his head against Derek's shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you so much Derek."

Derek smiled and threw his arm around Stiles' shoulder; he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "It won't be too bad, I'm sure."

"Hey, look at it this way, once you've met my dad, you won't be scared because all he does is shoot. If you survive the coven, you can survive anything! Plus I think my dad may take pity on you, I mean you'd have faced my coven!"

"Stiles stop you're not helping me. At all."

-.-.-.-.-.-

There's a house. There's a normal looking house without cobwebs, sinister trees, or looming ravens, nothing off putting, it's just a normal house and it's putting him on edge. It even has immaculate lawns and flowerbeds, who does that? Derek slowly walked up the cobblestone pathway and rang the bell after a few seconds. It opened to reveal cold calculating eyes and red hair. Her eyes drifted down his body. "Stiles has good choice, more than I can say about his clothing, or choice in friends." She smiled. "Lydia Martin."

"Derek Hale."

She nodded and moved away from the door going deeper into the house. "Come on inside." He followed her to the living room, where an array of people waited. Majority of the people in the room were older than him with aging lines and graying hair. Stiles stood in the corner of the room and when he met his gaze offered him a forced smile gave him a thumbs up...yeah this wasn't going to be easy. Or fun.

"Alpha Hale it is very kind of you to finally come and introduce yourself to us." Derek turned to look at the woman seated in the center of the couch, she held her head regally and proud, her eyes trained on him. "I am Aurora, you may consider me as the unofficial head of this coven."

Derek smiled charmingly. "I would have been here earlier if I had known it was required to visit you beforehand."

Stiles cringed and slowly made himself smaller, then turned to glare at Derek. "Asshole," he muttered under his breath.

Aurora kept her eyes on Derek but when she spoke her words they were directed at Stiles. "I'll deal with you later Stiles. Shall we proceed?" The alpha nodded. "Everyone is given a test by the coven that they are to complete if they wish to continue to see their lover. Everyone must take part if they are serious and this isn't done for any reason other than the fact to test how committed one is. It is much for your safety as for theirs, because once you have broken a heart that holds magic there are consequences and depending on how powerful one is the more dire the reparation."

"I don't plan on breaking Stiles' heart," Derek stated calmly.

Her eyes softened. "Regardless you must complete the task."

He nodded. "Alright, what do I have to do?"

"A fight with one of the familiars that is summoned."

"Well fuck." Derek scowled and turned to look at Stiles, who merely raised his eyebrow and shrugged. "We both know how much you suck at fighting, you get your ass handed to you more than anyone I know." When Derek narrowed his eyes and growled at him, he smiled. "It's a nice ass though."

...Could someone just kill him and end this? He should have realized the moment that Scott had introduced Stiles to him and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Are you stupid or have some kind of mental disability? Why would you ever bite Scott?" That this relationship was going to be painful and embarrassing.

Lydia tilted her head and stared, she hummed. "He's right. It is."

Please someone give him some wolfsbane.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Derek panted and stood up clutching his side, he looked down and frowned. Seeing your rib bone was bad, but seeing your leg bent at an angle was worse. The ground shook under his feet, the rocks and bits of broken earth shaking, he glanced back up at the creature. At the dragon. Whose tall stature blocked out the sun and cast shadows that clawed at the ground, the pitch black scales glinted sharply and shone as the sun glided over them. It's red eyes narrowed into slits, the reptilian iris expanded and sharpened narrowing in on him. The dragon's wings flared behind him, the webbing tattered in some places, as the dragon moved his claws dragged against the floor leaving marks in the Earth. As the dragon grew closer, his forked tongue slipped out, it's muzzle smoking, flickers of flame licking at the sides of his mouth and of course it was fire breathing dragon because the universe hated him. As the dragon reared its head back and opened his mouth, in a roar that sounded more like thunder that shook the Earth he decided the universe despised him. He gritted his teeth and tried to move, but his leg wouldn't let him, he needed to pop the bone back into place, he needed to move. Derek quickly looked up and his eyes widened as the dragon opened its mouth, he covered his face and closed his eyes, waiting for his skin to burn and smoke. When flames didn't burn and scorch his skin, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked, in front of him a wall of blue white ice stood, Stiles' arm raised up high above his head. The dragon stood frozen, it's mouth open in attack. Ice slowly climbed the dragon, creeping up and encasing him and locking him into place. "Enough," Stiles gritted, "no more."

Aurora sighed. "Then it is decided Derek is not allowed to see you."

Stiles gritted his teeth. "No, it's not fair! Please, come on don't do this." He turned to look at her, his eyes pleading with her. "Please."

"Rules are rules, Stiles."

He bit his lip. "I'm in love with him." Derek jerked his head over to look at Stiles, surprised.

The head witch's lips thinned. "That will not change the rules," she said sternly, her tone softened, "not even for you."

Lydia crossed her arms over her chest. "But he is allowed to take another test."

Aurora turned to face the young witch. "No, he is not."

"He is." Lydia's smiled sharply, she kept her eyes on the head witch. "Are you afraid of fire?"

Derek gritted his teeth as he jammed his knee back into place, waving Stiles off as the teen hovered over him worriedly. "My family was burned to death, what do you think?"

The redhead's smile grew. "It wasn't fair as you can see, of course he would be hesitant to face a fire breathing dragon. So a retest must be issued as it is written in the rules, because our coven is known for its fairness, right?"

Aurora let out a laugh. "Sharp as always. Fine. A retest. Go to the Argent home and bring back the artifact that they stole from us." With that she faded away.

Derek blankly stared at the spot she had been. "Does she not want me to date Stiles at all?"

Lydia shrugged. "I got you a second chance make sure he doesn't fail this time around."

"You will forever be my Queen, Lydia."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled. "I know." She turned to look at the alpha. "Don't fail this time." Lydia turned and walked away.

Stiles turned back to look at Derek and smiled softly. "Hey, Sourwolf why the long face?"

"I lost."

"You're getting a second chance, Derek. I mean you're good at breaking and entering, it's like a skill for you, not fighting though, as we are aware."

"Stop making me sound like a delinquent."

"I actually tell my dad I'm dating a thug."

Derek narrowed his eyes. "Like your coven wasn't bad enough? You had to tell the sheriff something like that? Do you enjoy causing me pain?"

Stiles kneeled down in front of Derek and smiled. "I tell him that I'm dating a thug so when he meets you he'll be thankful…and it also helps that you're pretty."

The alpha rolled his eyes. "Why do I put up with you?"

His smile grew even more and he reached over to brush the dust off Derek's cheek, letting his fingers linger there. "Because you love me."

"A little bit less right now," he muttered.

Stiles smirked. "No one can love me less, it's a Stilinski charm. You love me and it's never going to go away."

Derek let out a laugh and clasped Stiles' and on his cheek and brought it down to his lips, he kissed his palm. He let out a sigh. "Argents."

"Yup."

"Shit."

"But think of it this way Scott's going out with Allison so breaking in isn't going to be too hard. Also Allison loves me, we'll finish this easily." Stiles kissed Derek's forehead. "We will and then you can meet my dad!"

"Stiles stop talking. Just stop. You make things worse. Always."