Dusting off the spider webs and dust bunnies of this place with fic
Fandom: Teen Wolf, Sterek :P
Word count: short
A what if AU, in which Sherrif Stilinski dies.
Inspired by this gifs set.
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They fight. Sometimes.
Both of them are a little broken at the seams. Derek, with the many trauma and losses he has accumulated in his life is never quite right from the start. And Stiles, he’s never quite got over the guilt of losing his father.
Often, the trigger is something mundane. Derek’s forgotten to put the milk carton back into the fridge this time.
Derek storms out of the house just before it can escalate into a shouting match -an inevitability really, because Derek’s patience is hair trigger at best and Stiles will compromise but never ever back down, not unless there are lives in danger.
When Derek comes back eventually, because Derek is many things, but he always comes back for Stiles, they don’t touch and they don’t talk about it. Stiles puts on a movie instead.
They watch men and women eviscerate each other in overly dramatic splashes of blood on the ground; they watch quest of glory paid in blood and a cathartic kiss between the two protagonists that happens just before the credit rolls.
Only after the movie ends and the DVD winds back into the starting menu, only then Stiles touches him. He tentatively twines his fingers with Derek and pulls the man with him to their bedroom.
Derek goes willingly when Stiles urges him to lay on the bed. Stiles places his own body above Derek, leaning his head on Derek’s chest, arms tight around Derek’s waist.
He doesn’t say anything, but Derek can feel the wetness when Stiles burrows his head between the junction of Derek’s neck and shoulder. Something in Derek clenches tight.
He places his hand gently on Stiles back.
"It’s okay. I’m here," Derek whispers. "I’m here. I’ll never leave you."
Word count: short
A what if AU, in which Sherrif Stilinski dies.
Inspired by this gifs set.
--
They fight. Sometimes.
Both of them are a little broken at the seams. Derek, with the many trauma and losses he has accumulated in his life is never quite right from the start. And Stiles, he’s never quite got over the guilt of losing his father.
Often, the trigger is something mundane. Derek’s forgotten to put the milk carton back into the fridge this time.
Derek storms out of the house just before it can escalate into a shouting match -an inevitability really, because Derek’s patience is hair trigger at best and Stiles will compromise but never ever back down, not unless there are lives in danger.
When Derek comes back eventually, because Derek is many things, but he always comes back for Stiles, they don’t touch and they don’t talk about it. Stiles puts on a movie instead.
They watch men and women eviscerate each other in overly dramatic splashes of blood on the ground; they watch quest of glory paid in blood and a cathartic kiss between the two protagonists that happens just before the credit rolls.
Only after the movie ends and the DVD winds back into the starting menu, only then Stiles touches him. He tentatively twines his fingers with Derek and pulls the man with him to their bedroom.
Derek goes willingly when Stiles urges him to lay on the bed. Stiles places his own body above Derek, leaning his head on Derek’s chest, arms tight around Derek’s waist.
He doesn’t say anything, but Derek can feel the wetness when Stiles burrows his head between the junction of Derek’s neck and shoulder. Something in Derek clenches tight.
He places his hand gently on Stiles back.
"It’s okay. I’m here," Derek whispers. "I’m here. I’ll never leave you."