i know what i'm risking

"I know what I'm risking." Indie Selective canon-divergent Derek Hale from MTV's Teen Wolf Read rules and about before interacting. "My life for theirs."

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happy birthday

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Lizzie wasn’t disappointed by Michael’s lack of response. It really had been relatively expected. Her attention easily turned back to the mixer while Michael nuzzled into Stiles. The other pups and Derek were sure to follow within the next short while. If Michael was up, then Riley and Lilly were definitely either already awake or waking up, and the main reason Derek hadn’t come down yet was because of how Riley had been all too happily curled up on his chest.

“What next, Daddy?” Lizzie asked, reaching for the lever to turn the mixer off before peering up at Stiles with a toothy grin.

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There was no way everyone else would stay asleep if Michael was up. Sensitive ears, curious minds, delicate noses. They’d all be tumbling down now. Sleepy pups, all the noise and snuggles. Stiles smiled, he couldn’t help it, he loved his family. 

Riley’s general snuggly sleepiness would be the biggest pull to keep Derek in bed a while longer. 

“Now we put the mix into the pan, that I have thankfully greased already.”

He reached with one hand, pushing the pan towards her and holding it steady.

“Think you can handle it?” he asked. “The bowl is heavy.”

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Michael yawned against Stiles’s neck, almost threatening to fall right back asleep against his father.

Lizzie nodded as she started to pick up the bowl. “I think I got it,” she agreed, turning it to pour the batter into the pan. She was a little shaky, and had to hold it with both hands until the majority of it had poured out. 

“Like that?”

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message sent

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Derek hummed softly and sealed their lips in a soft kiss. He framed Stiles’s head with his forearms, letting his fingers press into Stiles’s hair. He was content to stay pressed close, sharing gentle affections. 

Their sex was always amazing, but this? The soft touches, the closeness, the intimacy, that was what the wolf really couldn’t get enough of. 

He rubbed his cheek against Stiles’s, a low purr rumbling out of him. “You mean everything to me.”

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Stiles’ hands ran lazily over his skin, soft and covered in hair, Stiles loved just touching him. Couldn’t get enough of it. He never could. Being this close, this was all he ever wanted really. The thing he wanted all the time. 

He rubbed his cheek against Derek’s in return, smiling. That purring sound sent a shiver down his spine and he tightened around Derek without meaning to. 

“You,” he said softly, catching Derek’s lips again. “You’re everything. My everything, Derek.”

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Stiles was the only one who could touch him with such familiarity, and the only person whose touch caused such a bone-deep comfort in him. He grunted softly feeling Stiles clench around him, and he sighed as their lips met again.

“And you’re mine,” he murmured against Stiles’s lips. He kissed him more deeply, nipping his lips gently. “I love you.”

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sweater weather

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Derek let his thumb rub against Stiles’s bump and smiled softly. He always loved when Stiles started to show, when he got all heavy and round with their pups.

“I’ll get you some ginger ale and crackers to snack on while I make you something to eat, okay?” he offered. He was always more than happy to wait on his mate hand and foot.

“The twins are at the Lawrence’s right now for a playdate. I’m going to pick them up at four. Lizzie and Riley are with your dad. I’m picking them up on the way to pick up the twins.”

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Stiles watched Derek’s thumb move over his stomach and let out a soft, content sigh. The truth was he was always happy when he was carrying a pup. It had been weird the first time, feeling that content and calm, knowing Derek was happy, that they were both happy. But this many in, he was used to it, looked forward to it.

Even with the morning sickness and the back aches and the swelling.

“Quiet dad and dad time,” Stiles murmured, grinning. “Ginger ale and crackers is good. Maybe a bath?” he asked. “Been a while.”

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Derek hummed softly, smiling warmly. “Quiet dad and dad time,” he agreed softly. He dropped a soft kiss to Stiles’s lips. “A bath sounds nice, too,” he agreed.

He left Stiles long enough to get him the promised crackers and ginger ale. “Anything you feel like eating, or do you just want me to surprise you?” he asked as he gave the snack to his mate.

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literal or figurative

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Derek straightened out his own shirt, and readjusted himself as he needed, before he followed Stiles out of the building. He spared the media a glance, then his gaze flicked back to Stiles, meeting his gaze and he gave a small nod, before he pulled out his phone to double check any texts or emails that needed his attention.

Once they were safely closed in the bus, he set his phone on the table and tugged Stiles back against him, placing a firm kiss to his mouth.

“See? Just a few extra minutes of patience, and now we can do this,” he murmured against his lips before kissing him again, slowly walking him back towards the bunks.

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Stiles looked around, making sure the tinted windows of the bus where also covered, blinds closed. They really couldn’t risk anyone seeing them. They were lucky there hadn’t been all that many news outlets covering them. There’d been enough, of course, but…

He turned, facing Derek, reaching for him even as he moved in and pressed their lips back together. His arms went around his neck and he pulled him closer as they walked backwards. 

He didn’t bother arguing. Or pointing out that sometimes it was hard to have patience when all he wanted was to touch and have and be open.

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Derek wrapped his arms tight around Stiles as he deepened their kiss. He dragged his tongue against Stiles’s lips, licked his way into his mouth. He sighed through his nose.

It was a tight fit for them both to be in one of the bunks, but they didn’t need much space between them. After shifting into the bunk with him, he settled on top of him, resuming their kiss, pressing him into the small mattress.

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New Years

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Derek sighed against his lips feeling the hand in his hair. He rubbed a hand up Stiles’s thigh, holding his leg against him. He licked into his mouth, growling softly. He loved Stiles so much, he loved that they finally had a few precious moments to themselves.

He rocked their hips together slowly, letting their cocks drag together with a low groan. He nipped his lips and reluctantly pulled back so he could get their lube out of where it was now buried in the bottom of the bottom drawer of their bedside table. Since Lizzie got to walking age, things like that had been moved to harder to find places so they weren’t accidentally stumbled upon.

He slicked his fingers and pressed a kiss to Stiles’s throat as he reached between his legs to press two fingers into him.

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Stiles writhed impatiently for the entire time it took Derek to dig out the lube. And while he would never, ever, complain about their beautiful daughter, he definitely hated that they no longer just had lube thrown all over the place.

His hands grasped at his husband as he finally came back, lube acquired. And then finally, finally, Derek’s fingers pressed into him. And that was perfect, that was good, the burn of being stretched open. That was exactly what he’d wanted. He pushed back onto them, stilling moaning, back arching, biting his lip to try and stay quiet.

“Derek,” he moaned. “God, your hands.” He loved his hands. Derek knew this, but Stiles couldn’t help but say it. “Love this, love you. Please.”

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A low growl rumbled out of Derek’s chest as Stiles arched and did his best to keep quiet. He was always so beautiful like this. He pressed his fingers deeper, scissoring them, working Stiles open for him.

“Love you, too,” he murmured, nipping at his mate’s jaw. “You’ll get everything you want.” He eased a third finger inside of him, pushing them deeper. He pressed kisses down his abdomen, then he dragged himself back up to kiss his mate deeply.

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bathing

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Derek promptly ignored the look. He was tired, yes. But they couldn’t afford to stop altogether. He would be fine.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, squeezing the other’s shoulder gently. “You ready to get going again?”

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Stiles let his hand drop reluctantly. He shrugged one shoulder, nodding and scratching at the back of his neck.

They should be moving. They needed to keep moving. If they stayed too long other wolves might find them, wolves that were not tolerant of humans. And every moment spent was a moment his dad was in danger.

But sometimes he just wanted to… sometimes he wished time would stop, that he and Derek could just…

It didn’t matter.

“Yeah, we should get moving,” he finally said, taking a step away.

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Derek gave a small nod. He gathered up their things, few that they were, and tugged his clothes back on. After Stiles did the same, they were on the move again. They were always on the move. It felt like it had been months. Tracking, hunting, camping, repeat.

As they made their way down their path, he did reach to squeeze Stiles’s shoulder once more.

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not like this

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Derek’s hands dropped to Stiles’s sides and he wound his arms around him. He held the other tight against him. His heart ached, his wolf whined. He was never letting Stiles out of his sight again.

He went along easily with the kiss, pressing back into it, putting all he had in it. Even after that kiss broke he didn’t stray far, letting his lips pepper kisses over Stiles’s face, down his jaw and throat, and then he was sealing their lips in another firm kiss.

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It was better to just lose himself in this. He wanted this, he’d wanted this long before he left Derek at the line between human territory and wolf. His arms slid around Derek’s neck and held tight. Even as the wolf’s mouth left his own- and a soft and unhappy noise slid past Stiles’ slips as he did- and moved down his neck.

His eyes flashed again, hiden beneath tightly closed lids, at the sensation of anyone near his vulnerable neck. But it was Derek and he didn’t move or push him away. Instead he turned his head, bared more pale skin. His fingers- sharp clawed- held tight to Derek.

This was terrifying and he didn’t know what to do, but he knew Derek. He trusted Derek. He needed Derek. And then finally Derek’s lips were back on his and Stiles growled softly, lips parting to the alpha.

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Derek loved how easily Stiles bared his throat to him, and he didn’t mind how his claws dug into him. Stiles was freshly turned, not in any kind of control. It was to be expected. And it was something easy enough to handle. 

He licked his way into the new wolf’s mouth, growling softly. He stroked his hands over Stiles’s sides, up his back. When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t to stray far. He pressed his forehead back against Stiles’s, breathing heavily.

He cupped the young wolf’s face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “We should- we should head back to camp. You should meet the rest of the pack.”

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handling threats

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Smelling the fear coming off of Stiles was about the only thing that pulled Derek from his blatant fury. That and the fact Stiles was actually questioning why he bothered to keep him alive. It came down to a soft simmer as he stepped away from him.

“You’re not a hunter…” His voice was low now, barely audible. Stiles had never once tried to hurt him, not since he fell into that trap and Derek fished him out of it. “And you deserve to have your family.” Derek knew all too well the pain of losing your loved ones. Stiles at least deserved the certainty of his father’s fate even if they couldn’t find him alive, which he very much hoped they did.

And above all else…he trusted Stiles. Honestly trusted him. And that wasn’t something the wolf could say in regards to a lot of people.

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His heart didn’t slow, and breathing wasn’t any easier. Stiles was high strung and anxious on a good day and this was anything but. He felt a bit light headed if he was being honest, but he pressed harder against the tree and kept himself steady.

“I’m human,” he said firmly. “I’m still human. Isn’t that what it is? You and us? That’s all that matters, right? We just kill each other based on what we are? Do you have- they brainwash us- they- if you’re in the bases, the cities, the hold outs, it’s all you hear about. How you’ll kill us if we don’t kill you first. And you think- what- you think some of those kids they didn’t start out innocent? That they aren’t still innocent?”

Humans weren’t perfect, he knew that, he hated what they did. His mom had hated it. He was lucky to have been kept away from hunters and the propaganda. But… a lot of people weren’t. 

“It’s not black and white,” he said, voice rough, still not moving.

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A low noise, not quite a growl, escaped the wolf. “It’s not black and white, but it is survival,” he said simply.

“Brainwashed or not, they make a choice. They make a choice to not try and see the difference. They make a choice to kill blindly, and without hesitation. You’re human, but you’re not a hunter. You didn’t make it your job to hunt down my kind like the animals your kind thinks we are.”

He growled then, in frustration more than anything else. He finally turned away from Stiles, stepping away from him. 

“Let’s get moving.”

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a bad dream

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Honestly, it was comforting to know Stiles worried about him. That someone cared about him. He ran a hand over Stiles’s thigh, holding him close.

He nuzzled back against Stiles, a soft noise escaping him. He was also glad Stiles knew when not to push. He let his lips brush Stiles’s skin.

“I love you,” he murmured softly.

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It was so hard not to. Stiles was a pusher, he always wanted to know more, he couldn’t help it. He’d never been able to. But Derek… Derek was different. And it was… it wasn’t easier, but he could do it, he could let Derek tell him in his own time. 

“I love you, too,” he murmured. 

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Derek knew his mate well enough by now to know he wanted to ask, wanted to push. It was what he always did. But he appreciated that he refrained in this instance. 

Derek kissed Stiles’s skin again, his throat, his jaw.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

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Journey's End

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Derek could smell the conflicting emotions coming off of Stiles. He felt similarly, honestly. He didn’t want to see Stiles go. But this had been the deal the whole time, find Stiles’s father then get them home.

He offered John a half smile and shook his head.

“It could have been worse,” he mused. And he really hadn’t minded. Ever since he’d laid eyes on Stiles, he’d wanted to help him. His attention returned to Stiles and he nodded his agreement.

“Let’s get going,” he agreed, turning to start leading the way.

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“He could have eaten me,” Stiles joked lamely, brushing his hands through his hair. “He didn’t, obviously.”

He followed after Derek, amber eyes so focused on the wolf, he didn’t see the way his father was looking between them. But it took all of a heartbeat for him to turn his head, lag a step behind, and walk closer to his father’s side.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked quietly. “I thought, I really thought I wasn’t gonna find you alive.”

His dad’s arm came around him and Stiles couldn’t help but snuggle into his side, careful of his injuries. His eyes strayed towards Derek again.

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Derek frowned at stiles’s lame attempt at a joke. It wasn’t the best thing to joke about, especially after the weeks he was sure Stiles’s father spent. He felt he knew Stiles well enough by now to at least know that it was just Stiles’s way of ignoring his feelings at the moment.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing something like that,” he assured.

John squeezed Stiles against his side lightly. “I’ll be fine,” he assured the boy, even as Stiles’s attention seemed to be grabbed by the wolf again. “To be honest, I didn’t think I was getting out either,” he admitted.

It was impossible not to overhear. Even if they’d been talking quietly, Derek would have heard. He was just glad Stiles didn’t have to suffer his same fate, that he didn’t have to lose every last person he loved.

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New Friend

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A soft grumble escaped the wolf as the fox leaned against him. He let his tail swish to brush against the other. He leaned back against the fox, careful not to press too much weight against him.

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Stiles didn’t mind the wolf pressing back into him. If anything if just made him feel like he really had made a friend. And friends were hard to find when you were a fox that wasn’t quite like other foxes. Others always seemed to recognize that he’d been… something… someone else… before.

But the fox’s thoughts moved away from that. He wouldn’t and couldn’t focus on it. Instead he breathed in deeply and trilled again before lifting his muzzle and looking at the wolf.

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The fox wasn’t the only one who had had difficulty finding friends. Derek hadn’t really had anyone willingly this close to him in a long time. The fox may have not been a regular fox, but he wasn’t a regular wolf either.

He peered down at the fox, letting their muzzles bump together. He grumbled again, licking the side of the fox’s muzzle.

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something we do

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  Derek offered a small smile and stroked Stiles’s cheek.

“It may be extra work, but it’s work I want to do,” he assured. He pressed back into the new kiss, humming softly. He was still helping Stiles get used to his wolf, helping him learn to handle his instincts. Full moons were a little difficult keeping him in check, but it wasn’t the first time Derek had helped a bitten wolf. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd had all been bitten. It was only a little more difficult since he hadn’t been the one to bite Stiles. 

But he loved Stiles, and he was more than happy to do anything and everything for him. Being together was enough for him.

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It wasn’t just that Stiles was a new wolf, or maybe it was just that. He didn’t know. There was still a war, there would always be a war. And humans and wolves hated each other, and born wolves were always wary of bitten wolves.

Not Derek, no, maybe because he’d lost his family and his entire pack were bitten. But…

Stiles just knew it wasn’t easy, he wasn’t easy. He hadn’t ever been, not from the moment he was born, certainly not from the moment he’d shown up in Derek’s life. 

“I know he probably can’t make it, it’s… I mean… it’s dangerous, you know, for him to even try. I know that. I just… inviting him is… I just need to at least invite my dad,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against Derek’s. 

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Derek, his first pack, his current pack, they’d always been different. His mother had been protective, but open-minded. So long as they weren’t threatened, she didn’t threaten others. She even offered sanctuary when it was needed.

Derek had adopted a similar ideology. Instead of killing stray humans, he’d bitten them and turned them to become the pack he had now. Stiles fell in a trap and hurt himself the first time they’d met and he’d helped him. Now they were here. 

If there was a way he could get John to them and keep him safe, he would. But the only safe option was John staying in human territory, away from them. Especially while Stiles was still learning control.

“If there were a way I could make it safe for him to come, I would. Without hesitation,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to stroke Stiles’s cheek. “But we’ll get something to him. That I promise you.”

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Stress Relief

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Derek hummed softly against Stiles’s lips, his own parting to Stiles’s tongue. He sighed through his nose, and slowly pulled away, leaning into the hand on his neck. 

He turned in his seat to better face Stiles then gently tugged the other into his lap, arms winding around his waist. He dropped a kiss to his throat and nosed at his jaw.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

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Stiles made a soft noise of surprise as Derek turned and pulled him into his lap. His arms wrapped around broad shoulders as he centered himself. He let his head drop back, breath hitching as Derek’s lips pressed against his throat. He closed his eyes, smiling.

“Anytime, big guy,” he murmured, fingers pushing up into Derek’s hair, mussing it, nails dragging lightly over his scalp. “I love this,” he sighed.

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Derek sighed through his nose at the hands in his hair, the nails on his scalp. His eyes slipped closed and he hummed quietly.

“So do I,” he agreed softly. He pressed a few more gentle kisses against Stiles’s cheek, jaw, and throat again. He nuzzled his face into his throat, just taking a moment to breathe him in and relax. 

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the glitter and glamour

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Derek could tell the comment was halfhearted. He simply hummed to acknowledge that the other spoke while he got busy working.

He took his time, to do his job right not to further bother Stiles. He didn’t really talk unless he was spoken to, wanting to get his job done. When he finally closed the hood and wiped his hands clean on an oil rag, then he dragged himself into the cab of the Jeep.

He gave a pleased grin when it started after a brief stutter. He pat the dashboard lightly before he slid back out of the car and peered at Stiles.

“I think she’s good to go for now.”

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Stiles waited and watched, eyeing his phone as it finally began to charge. He wanted to talk, hell, his head hurt from keeping all his rambling thoughts at bay. But this guy already hated him and Stiles wasn’t exactly the guy’s biggest fan. So whatever.

He could shut up. He could be quiet. And if he muttered to himself under his breath a little well so what. Actors were neurotic, right? So whatever.

“Yeah?” he asked, as the hot mechanic finally spoke up. “Shit, man, thanks,” and the gratitude was genuine. That Jeep meant a lot.

He moved closer, inspecting it.

“How much?”

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Derek was actually surprised the other managed to keep his trap shut for so long, save the occasional mumbling. It let him work in a semblance of peace. Though when he finally did speak, he was fairly certain it was the first not sarcastic thing he’d said since they met.

“I still say investing in a new car would save you a lot of money in the long run, but yeah, she’s good for now.”

He wiped his hands on his rag again before tucking the cloth into his back pocket. “350.”

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Maps

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Hearing Stiles’s cry drew Derek’s attention. He honestly felt bad for the man, having to kill his own friend. But yells from the guards were coming.

“We have to go, and we’re going to have to fight our way out,” Derek said as he unsheathed his blade. There were cries of ‘halt’ and ‘we knew you’d come, mage’ from the incoming guards. Chris shot a barrage of arrows to slow them down and Cora coated the ground near their feet in a layer of ice.

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Fury. A pure and blinding rage. The desire for justice. For revenge. Not just for another mage cut down, taken from this world, but for Scott, his Scott. He turned with a howl of rage that could not be contained and his eyes glowed as that which lay within him came to life, dormant no more. 

His staff spun and shot out towards the Templars, fire blasting forth, but more than that. The energy of the spirit within him fueled his magic. It was not controlled as his usual practice was, but it was infinitely more powerful and at the moment he did not care for control. For calm. 

“You will pay!” he screamed, voice not entirely his own, layered with another. “You will die for these crimes. The life of a mage is worth more than a battalion of Templars and I will take you all.”

He took a step forward, hand out and palm up towards another Templar.

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There was a flurry of metal, of arrows, of magic. Templar after templar fell to them all, until it was just their small band standing. Derek lowered his blade after the last Templar fell, and his attention turned to Stiles. Despite the fighting, he hadn’t missed the...change of Stiles’s demeanor. And the glow in his eyes, the double in his voice, it was...all too reminiscent of a possessed person.

“Stiles. It’s time to calm down, now.”

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fall

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Derek watched the fox jump around and he bumped against him lightly. Since it was cold, it would be harder to find fresh meat, but if they were lucky they would find a couple rabbits darting around. Maybe a squirrel.

He scented the air again before starting to walk away from their spot. His ears twitched as he listened to their surroundings. When he heard the familiar skittering of their prey nearby. He glanced at Stiles and bumped against him again before he darted off, expecting Stiles to follow.

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There had to be a few things that were still chittering around on the ground. It wasn’t winter yet, after all. In fact, if they were diligent they might find something fat and juicy, ready for a long winter nap. His stomach growled at the prospect. 

His hears perked at the sound, catching just after the wolf. He made no noise, but followed quietly after Derek.

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Derek darted quickly and quietly through the underbrush, following the sound of their prey until he picked up on its scent. When he finally spotted it, a fat but quick rabbit, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to pounce just yet. Instead, he let out a snarl as he flanked it to steer it in the fox’s direction.

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