Ok but like imagine stiles as an hunter who ends up with Derek and finds out or knew about the werewolf thing and then warns him when gerard wants to go against the code or something (I'm sorry I just have a lot of feelings about this)
These kind of thoughts always hurt me in the best way.
Stiles who is raised to hate werewolves, who is told his whole life they are vicious killers, killed his parents.
Stiles who is supposed to infiltrate the Hale pack and expose their weaknesses but ends up falling in love with not just Derek but the whole family.
Stiles who is confused, because Derek is the softest little cupcake underneath all his initial growling and Derek’s family just…welcome him? With open arms? And Stiles…Stiles hasn’t ever had family like this, not since his parents.
Stiles who kisses Derek and gets butterflies and cries, because he feels so happy and he is supposed to betray Derek and his entire family.
Stiles who watches Derek sleep and thinks I could do this for the rest of my life and can’t breathe.
Stiles who never tells Gerard anything. Not even once.
Stiles who, when Gerard finally comes, stands between him and the Hales.
Stiles who lays down his life because these are people, not monsters and I love him.
Stiles who turns to look at Derek one last time, cataloguing his face, memorising every part of him, before yelling run, jumping in front of the bullet Gerard aims at Talia.
Stiles who expects the Hales to go, to abandon him, he deserves it. Go! Run! You don’t have much time!
Stiles who wakes up to Derek fussing over him, pressing a cloth to his forehead, a worried look creasing his brow. You’ll be okay.
Stiles falling asleep in Derek’s arms, pressing close. You stayed. No one ever stays.
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