my boyfriend, the ex-spy.
ahhhhhhhh so i have finally written something! i hope you all like it. the title kind of says it all. i promise happy endings if that’s something you’re worried about!
have fun reading :D
sterek | 6k | Rated T
June, 2015
Derek blinks himself awake. His whole body aches, his hands are tied behind his back, and he barely knows what happened to get him here.
“You’re awake,” says a voice, gruff and loud. “Tell me everything you know about this man.”
His kidnapper forces Derek’s chin up and it takes a long, long moment before Derek can focus on the photograph in front of him. It’s a slightly blurry shot, black and white, but Derek recognizes the man in the photograph.
It’s someone he is already half in love with.
“Stiles,” Derek slurs. He closes his eyes, confused, and feels something cold against his head. His heart thuds when he realizes it’s a gun. “Why do you care about Stiles?”
Before anyone explains anything, there’s a loud bang from somewhere in the building. People start shouting orders at each other, there’s the sound of gunfire, and Derek tries to break free of the ropes but it’s no use.
He thinks maybe that he’s going to die. He wants to wake up from this nightmare, wants to see his family one more time, but then someone steps into the room. Derek watches in awe as he sees Stiles – clumsy, beautiful, sarcastic Stiles – move with deadly grace as he disarms half a dozen men.
Derek lurches back when Stiles lifts a gun and fires it. Someone falls to the ground.
“Hey, hey, Derek,” Stiles says, when there are no more threats. Derek can’t look at him, but those amber eyes suddenly look so warm. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
Derek flinches when Stiles touches him. Stiles’ expression falters.
“Derek, it’s okay.”
“Who – who are you?” Derek manages, wincing as Stiles frees him. Stiles doesn’t answer.
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