Title: Werewolves, Unicorns and Other Fanciful Things
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: Gen-ish, PG
Length: 904 words
Author notes: Well, I wanted to make it Gen. Just a normal, canon-like conversation. But I think it got a little slashy towards the end. Sorry guys. This is spoiler free and I would assume takes place somewhere very early in Season One.
Summary: If werewolves were real, did that mean unicorns existed as well?


Stiles had always hoped that werewolves were real. Yes, he dreamed that other creatures like the Kracken and fairies were real but werewolves always fascinated him the most. He remembered sitting in his room with all his books about them, dreaming about the possibility of real werewolves. He wondered if they were friendly like the wolves in Balto or if they were terrifying The Howling. He imagined walking through the woods and running into a huge wolf that would pick him up and run away into the night. He’d even read one or two trashy novels about them as he got older. But he never knew one was living twenty minutes away from his house. But that was the irony of life.

Now that Stiles knew that werewolves were real, that his best friend was one, he wondered if all the other fairytales he read were real too. Could dare to dream of some other dimension where people had wings and sea monsters lurked in shadows?

He couldn’t ask Scott. For the most part, it would be too embarrassing to ask his friend if all his childhood dreams were true but it was also the fact that his best friend wouldn’t know anyway. He’d been recently inducted into the world of the Fanciful, albeit reluctantly, and so had very little knowledge on anything other than howling at the moon. In fact, that was discovered by Stiles. So clueless best friend as a source was out.

That left sour wolf Derek Hale, Scott’s current tutor on all things wolf and were, as possible material to answer all of his questions. It was just a matter of confronting the man.

“No.” Derek growled down at Stiles, muscles bulging around his tight, black tee shirt. He glared at the teenager with all the force of a serial killer while Stiles gripped his mother’s Encyclopedia of Fantasy to his chest.

“But,” Stiles scrambled for words, “I just want to know if Unicorns exist! That’s all.”

“No.” Derek turned away from Stiles and began stomping through the pathway that led to the Hale House. Stiles followed, undeterred.

“Come on,” Stiles gripped, “Just to satisfy my curiosity. I’m a curious guy. It’ll haunt me for the rest of my life. I’ll start losing sleep and then I’ll fail classes. You’ll be single handily responsible for me failing high school and not getting into UCLA.”

Derek stopped and rounded on Stiles, “If you shut up I’ll answer one question.”

Stiles grinned brightly. Now what would be the right question? Stiles had to make it count. The wrong question would mean more questions that could go unanswered. A wasted question would solve nothing. He had to come up with the best one, which was difficult sitting underneath the hard glare of Derek. Stiles buckled under the pressure, “Are Unicorns real?”

Derek raised one eyebrow while Stiles tried not to blush under his scrutiny. The wolf sighed heavily before answering, “No. Unicorns don’t exist.”

Stiles sighed, slumping a little. Well, not all childhood dreams could come true. Stiles will just have to forget that riding a unicorn on a rainbow bridge through clouds of cotton candy. He could feel the pout across his face, “Oh...well. Thank you.”

Without much more to talk about, Stiles felt he needed to leave. Derek probably had more wolfy things to do, things that didn’t involve scrawny human teenagers and their questions. He turned to trek back down the path to his jeep when Derek sighed again. The werewolf shifted feet, heaved a giant and frustrated sigh before he spoke, “At least, I’ve never seen one.”

Stiles turned on him with a bright smile, hope back in his wide brown eyes, “So they could be real? And leprechauns could be real. And fairies and Do-Do birds?”

“What? Uh...” Derek watched Stiles face, all seriousness counter-acting Stiles’ eager face, “Possibly. Like I said, I’ve never seen one.” Stiles sighed dreamily, gripped his mother’s textbook tightly. He imagined catching a leprechaun and wishing for everything he couldn’t say out loud. That’s what leprechauns did, right? Or was that genies? Derek mad another face, one that seemed a little put out if Stiles thought about it, “Why do you care about Unicorns and Fairies, anyways? Are werewolves too boring for you now?”

Stiles paused in all of his dreamy enthusiasm to actually focus on Derek. His eyes were downcast, away from Stiles and his stance seemed mopey, like he was hurt. Stiles idly wondered what that face meant, why Derek seemed pained if Stiles had gotten bored with wolves, with him. Was Derek worried that Stiles was no longer interested in him?

He wanted to ask so badly. He craved it but Derek had said one question only. And Stiles would prefer not to piss off the wolf. So Stiles stepped closer, a bashful smile across his face that he hoped was sweet enough to sucker in the wolf, “Can I ask another question?”

Derek looked at Stiles face. His hazel eyes following every curve and angle from Stiles’ long neck to the top of his shaved head. Derek found Stiles’ eyes again and nodded, “One more.”

Stiles felt the urge to hug the wolf but instead smiled brightly and prepared himself. He puffed out his chest, focused on Derek’s questioning gaze and asked, “Do werewolves knot, too?”

He was pretty sure he deserved that smack on the head.