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Actual bunny Derek Hale.

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Stiles: That was... amazing. Derek: Should we do it again? Scott, from the bottom bunk: Please don't.

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#and this was just one episode

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“To protect me,” Derek says after a moment in silence, lifting his gaze.

Stiles expects there to be mockery in his tone, but there is none. It’s not even a question, but even if it was: Stiles wouldn’t know what to answer. He can’t protect anyone, doesn’t stand a chance against whatever assassin who might come after Derek. If someone was to burst through the doors right now with a gun or tomahawk or some other creepy weapon of choice, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

But at the same time he knows it wouldn’t stop him from taking a step in front of Derek, trying to shield him with his own body. It’s reckless and stupid, but that’s all he can do: sacrifice himself.

And when looking back at Derek, Stiles can tell that he understands. He looks down again, to where his hand hesitantly reaches out to brush across Stiles’ knuckles, the touch sending a shiver down Stiles’ spine. He doesn’t make it a question, because he knows Stiles’ answer would be neither yes or no.

It would be “I’d try.”

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Sterek AU | in which the sheriff finds Derek sleeping in Stiles’s bed… with Stiles… The original idea was another one but I couldn’t make it u_u

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yall im reading this book and…..

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kira: no one ever says they don't like you to your face, that's rude! stiles: ... you and I have led very different lives

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derek: I can't believe you assassinated the new hunter in town! peter: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him derek: That's not better!

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lydia: we do this the old-fashioned way lydia: *pulls out a Molotov cocktail* stiles: how did you make that so fast?!

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derek: [staring out the window while it's raining] erica: stiles! He's brooding again! stiles: [spraying derek with water] Bad, derek! We've talked about this! derek: [hisses]

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Stiles: After I found out the Hale's were werewolves, my family and I took it upon ourselves to have as real and authentic interactions as we could with them. So that they could get a feel for our vibe you know Derek: You guys hung plastic mistletoe on almost every doorway in your house and said, "anyone caught under the mistletoe will have to fight whoever else is under it" Stiles: Mistlefoe :]

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Stiles: The wolves on a full moon night are really annoying. Derek: and who the fuck are you? I just tried to say your name out loud and my furniture started floating.

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Angel, Ignited

sterek | E | 38k | ao3

tags: Historical, Established Relationship, Arranged Marriage, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Spark Stiles, Alpha Derek, Possessive Derek, Full Shift Werewolves, Mates, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, not between sterek or either of them, Implied/Referenced Incest, Evil Gerard Argent, Murder

Summary:

He was a fool to tell himself he wasn’t thinking of Derek. How could the moon not think of its sun? How, when the light of it — the sight of him — made him yearn to live?

Stiles loved him before. Between their shared breath, upon their touch, after the tender words and giddy smiles, Stiles thought he knew what love was.

He was a fool.

This was love. This was how it felt.

Annihilative. Mournful.

Take all the air from his throat, he would still ask for Derek first.

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Derek: I only said I love you to three people. My mom, my grandma, and Stiles when he was dying from the bite back before the fire. I only regret one of those

Scott: which one?

Derek: Stiles. He healed 2 days later, so I just looked like an idiot

Stiles: we're mates

Derek: still