#thread: stiles

[talesfromthewolf]

Shells

He hated it. Fighting with Stiles. Seemed to happen so often, and it was like every time they wandered closer and closer to the edge of something dangerous. He wondered what would become of them if they went any further. Perhaps he was giving himself too much credit, thinking he was capable of breaking his boy. Or maybe he wasn't giving Stiles enough... assuming he would call it quits when things got tough. 

Things were always going to be tough. Part of living in their world. 

So when he walked through those doors again, he followed the scent of his boy, went right up to him, placed his hands on either side of his face, and kissed him. Without a word, a grunt, or any other form of acknowledgement. Felt like everything fell away around them. Derek didn't stop, staying in that position for much longer than he normally would have, because there was still a small part of him that needed to be sure he hadn't messed this up. Messed them up. Finally, he pulled back. "Slept terrible last night," he mumbled, still remaining close enough so that he could rest his forehead against his. "I'm sorry."

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Fuse | Stiles & Derek

His back was flat against the metal table that stood in the center of the room and his eyes found a line on the ceiling and stayed there. Had the situation not been so serious, he would have expected Stiles to crack some joke about how Derek had been taken to the vet for his annual check-up. Try to lessen the tension.

But he was pretty sure neither of them felt like laughing right now.

"Interesting..." Deaton was hovering over him. Poking. Tinkering.

Derek just glared. He'd been in this position for thirty minutes. "I'm not a lab rat. Can you get it off or not?"

The look he received didn't do much to ease his concerns.

"It isn't that simple, Derek. Whoever put this on you made sure of that. It's attached to you. I can't risk removing it." 

He fired out his response almost immediately. 

"I don't care about the pain. Do what you have to." 

Alan sighed. 

"You're not understanding me. I can't risk it because it could kill you." 

There was silence after that and Derek balled his hands into fists. 

"I'm going to make a few calls. I'll continue to work on undoing whatever's been done. But until then..." He looked towards the other body in the room, made a vague hand gesture. "Stiles, come here for a moment please." His gaze then settled on the Alpha's again and he waited a beat. "Derek, do you trust Stiles?"

Derek tilted his head towards Stiles, looked him dead in the eye, and nodded. 

Deaton took that as the go-ahead. 

"Stiles, I need you to press the circular button on the collar. It's a bit difficult to see, you'll have to reach around to the back of his neck. Don't worry; it won't hurt him." 

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Bound | Stiles & Derek

If he'd been human, then maybe he wouldn't have made it out alive. But if he'd been human, he wouldn't have been in this position in the first place.

He collapsed against the front door, pushing all of his weight into it, banging and banging with a fist. Once. Twice. He managed a third, with less power than the first two, before sliding down, his trembling knees unable to support him any longer. Sweat drenched his face and burn marks covered his bare chest. He sat there, in the cold, naked, and closed his eyes. His swipes at the door were nothing but a patter now, similar to when the wolf used to tap at the window when he was impatient, didn't want to wait for Stiles' father to leave for the night. Derek's hand came up to touch the collar around his neck; so tightly pressed to his skin, rough and uncomfortable. He tugged and when it didn't budge he tugged again. He started to shift uncomfortably, leg bouncing up and down, and he groaned in frustration. Each breath in was like a dagger to the lungs. The Alpha looked ill; Stiles had only ever seen him so white in the face once before.

He'd take the wolfsbane bullet again over this. 

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Phases of the Moon

He doesn't want to talk about it. He gets upset every time it's brought up in conversation and the whole thing is like this gigantic storm cloud, coming closer and closer and he knows it's only a matter of time before the downpour. It's selfish, so incredibly so, but he isn't sure how either of them will handle the distance. They'll talk every day, he knows they will, Stiles will demand it, but part of Derek thinks that might just make it worse. Hearing his voice or seeing him but not being able to reach out and touch him.

"You said you wanted to tell me something." Derek doesn't step inside, just stands in the doorway of his bedroom. Doesn't even smile. "Be quick about it. Got some stuff I need to do tonight."

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Different Strokes | Stiles & Derek

When Derek woke up, he was still curled around Stiles. He pressed his face against the back of the boy’s shoulder, hiding from the morning sun. He remembered Stiles saying he wanted to get a curtain for the window, something large and dark that would completely black it all out, but Derek refused. Said Stiles would just sleep all day if that were the case; it was already hard enough to get him to wake before noon whenever he stayed the night. Derek would go for his run, take a shower, start making something to eat and Stiles would be in the exact same position he was in at the crack of dawn by the time he was done in the kitchen. Completely unmoving. ‘Lazy ass’, Derek would usually mutter before bringing the plate of food to his nose and shaking him awake. Sometimes, though, he’d take his time getting out of bed too. He’d push himself closer to the warm body next to his, wake up and nod off again multiple times. No pressure to get up, nowhere to be. Derek liked those hours the best. “Mm,” he mumbled, moving his lips to the back of Stiles’ neck when he felt him squirm. “Good morning.” 

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It's Just Some Heavy Rain | Stiles & Derek

He didn't remember most of the drive to the hospital. He knew he sped there and he could remember how tight his hands were around the steering wheel, like if he jerked them too quickly to the side he could rip the thing right off. When he arrived, he tracked Rebekah down, thanked her for staying so long, and waited outside of the room while the nurses did what they had to. It was the longest two hours of his life and he spent them listening to the sound of Stiles' heartbeat. There was a couple crying at the end of the hall, machines beeping in every room and conversation all around him but he paid no attention to any of it. He just focused on the only sound that mattered.

He bumped into the sheriff at one point, who looked absolutely terrified. He smelled of anxiety and was likely having flashbacks; what a painful thing to repeat, Derek thought to himself. Stiles' father gave him a look when he recognized him, like he wasn't expecting to see him there. But they ended up talking briefly anyway before he got pulled away to discuss something with one of the doctor's.

Derek's chest tightened when he finally saw Stiles. The staff looking after him, along with the witch Rebekah had told him about, did their best to clean up his wounds but he still looked mangled. Weak and tired. He stepped towards the bed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead. He wished he had been able to get there sooner but it took time for the effects of the wolfsbane to wear off. Pulling up a chair, he sat down next to the bed, as close as he could get. He didn't move much after that, was worried the noise would wake Stiles and right now... he needed to heal. He watched his boyfriend, fell asleep a few times and kept opening his eyes to the same picture. Derek let out a weak chuckle before he spoke for the first time.

“When you wake up, you better talk my ear off about how excited you are for Dragon Age: Inquisition.” 

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[talesfromthewolf]

Make Your Way | Stiles & Derek

He had expected more of a fight. Or, at the very least, an irritated 'Stiles, just get in the damn car.' Maybe he was too upset, too spent, and simply didn't have it in him to argue or show the wolf just how stubborn a Stilinski could truly be. Didn't have the energy to keep asking questions. Derek would have been thankful for that, for having a day of rest, had the situation been any different. If he wasn't sitting beside someone who was in pain. And not the type of pain that just disappears overnight or the one you take an aspirin for, but the one that lingers and makes a home for itself. He figured the only positive was that Stiles trusted him enough to go along with it – the Stiles he knew three months ago wouldn't have been passing the welcome sign on the way out of town with Derek behind the wheel.

He shot him a glance every couple of minutes as they drove, mostly because he wasn't sure if Stiles wanted to talk. That was okay, though, because Derek was comfortable sitting in silence. Listening to his breathing, the hum of the radio while the volume was low and barely audible. Stiles was comfort and maybe that's what made it so easy. Shifting, Derek lifted up the center console, which was usually just full of paper and a few pens, but today there was actually candy. Real candy. Candy that wasn't stale. Leaving it open, he moved his hand back to his lap.