here you go lovelies, 3k of the game of thrones sterek crossover that no one asked for. except rita, ‘course.
and on ao3 as well
“Stiles. It’s gonna be fine. Hell, I’d bang you if I wasn’t you know. Straight. And you weren’t engaged.”
“Shut up.” Stiles said, fidgeting nervously. “Oh my God, he’s not going to want me. I look ridiculous.”
“He sent you the outfit. Where’d he get your sizes anyway?”
“Deaton.” Stiles said, staring at his body in the long mirror.
He was thin, far too thin for the amount of food he consumed - but that was partially the magic. Using it burned up a lot of energy and with it fat. His bones were all sticky-outy and obvious. Stiles tried to focus on the positive - the way the deep red contrasted beautifully against his skin. The clothing itself was too tight to be decent, more lingerie than actual clothing. The pants laced up along the sides, glimpses of skin in between the ribbons. The top was much the same, corset style that left his throat bare and long.
Flipping the red hood up, Stiles couldn’t help but snort - at least the Alpha he’d sold himself to had a sense of humor.