Xena vs. Kira Nerys
Remember: don't vote on "who would win in a fight", but on "who, when given a task that fits her skillset and talents, would do that task better: more comprehensively, faster, with more pizzazz, with less collateral, etc."
Endorsements! "What is she good at?"
Xena, Xena Warrior Princess: She has many skills. Fighting, healing (she invented cpr and field medicine and triage, etc), tracking, she has various spiritual powers, she can beat up literal gods, she gave birth to the messiah (which isn't precisely something she was competent at but it's worth mentioning), she's the queen of strategy and also she can embroider.
Kira Nerys, Star Trek: Fierce advocator for Bajoran rights - including the rights of Bajoran freedom fighters (and not just because she was one). She works so hard to do what's best for Bajor, and spares not a single thought for what's best for her. Even Dax struggles to get her to loosen up! She will go toe to toe with anyone: the Emissary of her faith, the head of her church, any politician or diplomat you care to name - she would fight the embodiment of Injustice if she could (and would probably win).
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hiiii!! if you’re still taking sterek prompts: set in college, sterek are finally together! boyd, erica, issac, and kira are so so happy for them and glad that derek has found love with stiles but they miss hanging out with their friend!! derek is spending all of his time with stiles and they really understand that but they miss derek, maybe stiles overhears them talking about it and feels guilty that he’s taking up derek’s time and tries to get derek to hang out with his friends more
“What did he say?” Kira chirped, looking up at Erica with lifted eyebrows.
Erica huffed and turned her phone to show her the screen. It was a bit too sad to see how quickly Kira’s hopeful smile dwindled down to a dejected pout. “‘No’. Again. Fucking dickhead.”
“Erica.”
“What?” She turned to Boyd, who was watching as the girls touched up their make up in front of the mirror. “Am I wrong? He ditched us! We’ve known him since fucking high school. And you,” she thrust her finger at Kira, ignoring her puppy eyes, “are basically his sister. The only one who’s sane. And he fucking—”
“Well, it’s kind of expected,” Isaac muttered, glaring at his phone where he had just lost a game. “He pined for Stilinski since fucking forever, so…”
“Listen, I’m happy he’s getting laid.” Erica swiveled towards him with a sarcastic smile and spread her arms. “I’ll be the first to buy him a fucking balloon set and a gift basket, but this is ridiculous.”
“You just can’t stand being ditched,” noticed Boyd.
“And you can? This is the third time!” She turned back to the mirror and smashed the top of her lipstick case closed with a bit too much force. “I fucking miss his stupid face.”
“Me, too,” Kira sighed.
All of them looked at each other.
“Let’s go get drunk,” Boyd grunted, standing up.
*
“What do you mean ‘No’?”
“Mmm.”
“Derek—” Stiles grabbed him by the hair and pushed him up, away from his neck. The sight of his half-lidded eyes and a soft smile made Stiles’ face burn and his heart tickle. Concentrate! “Why aren’t you going?”
Derek made an attempt to dive back to kissing Stiles’ neck and rolled his eyes when Stiles didn’t let him.
“Stiles…”
“Derek.”
“Well, what do you want me to say?” Derek huffed. “No, I don’t want to go out. I’ve only just got you, baby, I want to spend all my time with you.”
Stiles sighed and traced his fingers down Derek’s face and scruff. He understood Derek’s feelings, probably more than anyone else, because he, too, wanted to glue himself to the man and never fucking let go. Like, what do you mean Derek fucking Hale wants to date him? To look at Stiles, touch him, kiss, make love with him. The same Derek who Stiles was sighing over for so long?
Sometimes, Stiles stared at Derek’s possessive hand spread over his thigh and wonder how the hell did he get this? What brain disease made this Greek god, this insanely funny and sharp-witted confident man turn his attention onto Stiles?
“But… Don’t you miss your friends?”
Derek stared at him with narrowed eyes. He was lying on his front between Stiles’ spread thighs — the sight of heavenly dreams, yes, please; his fingers flexed on Stiles’ sides a bit, as if he wanted to pierce the claws into him.
“Did you get tired of me?” he asked out of the blue.
“Wh— No!”
“Do you want space? I know we moved too fast, but I just can’t fucking get enough of you—”
This man. Stiles was going to become insane.
“I don’t want space,” he tried to smooth out Derek’s frown with his thumbs. “If I could I’d become a leech and attach myself to you. Wait.” Stiles froze. “Is that weird?”
“It’s not.”
Stiles bit his lip to keep the smile in. “Would you love me if I was a wo—”
“Don’t.”
Stiles snorted. “What I mean is…” He sighed. “I know what it’s like to be a friend who’s ditched because of a partner.” His careful gaze met Derek’s intense one. “It’s not a good feeling. And I don’t want your friends to hate me.”
“I won’t let them.”
“Go then! Like, what if you break up with me tomorrow and go to them and— Ouch!” Stiles rubbed his left pec that Derek just sank his teeth in.
“Not tomorrow, not next month, and, guess what, not even next year.” Derek pierced him with his glare. He lifted himself up on the elbows, loomed over Stiles and kissed him hard. “Don’t even fucking think about it,” he bit out into Stiles’ lips, making his heart shiver from the possessiveness in his tone. “You’re not getting away from me.”
“Okay, big bad wolf, Little Red got the message.” Stiles murmured, patting Derek on the sides. Internally, he was squealing from joy. “You’ll chase after me and my pierogi until— Stop biting!”
Derek didn’t look sorry at all, just arched an eyebrow. Stiles sighed and put his hands around Derek’s massive shoulders to urge him to lay down again. “Let’s at least pretend not to be so toxic about each other, okay?”
“We’re not toxic.”
“You’re lucky I’m as obsessed with you as you are with me. Otherwise, you’d get a touch too familiar with my Dad’s intimidation tactics.”
“I want to meet your dad,” Derek frowned at him.
Stiles stared at him. “I can’t decide whether you are a figment of my salivating imagination or you’re simply insane.”
“He’s your dad.”
This. Man.
“You’ll get to experience my annoying clinginess, I promise you. But tonight we are going to pretend that we can exist without being in the immediate vicinity of each other; you are going to go to your friends, have fun and get shitfaced.”
“Baby…”
“Nuh-uh. I need to finish my conspectus anyway, and you’re distracting.”
Derek’s sigh was so deep, one would think Stiles forced him to go take an exam.
“As you wish, princess.” Derek smirked at the blush on Stiles’ face. “You won’t remember any of your notes anyway.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m going to fuck your brains out when I come back.”
Stiles snorted, then fell apart in giggles, as Derek sucked a goodbye kiss on the base of his neck.
*
LOML: I love you
You: I love you too. having fun?
LOML: lvoe uou
Stiles’ heart did an excited screeching massive rollercoaster swerve. With a tight lodge in his throat, Stiles threw himself on the bed and stared at his too-bright screen in the darkness of his quiet room. And stared, and stared…
You: got it
LOML: Erica s yellin at Isaac
You: ?
LOML: she wants to bee my maid f honor at our weddinge
LOML: kiras crying bc she wants it tooo
LOML: can I have four poeple f honor? pls kitten
You: sure
LOML: I loooe yoi
You: love you too
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