and i was alone then.
just a tiny little thing i wrote over on tumblr by accident when i saw this GIF this morning. for eric_idle_rules who wrote the very best fox!stiles sterek fic and whose name has become synonymous with the word fox itself, and eddie money, and fisting. ♥
After Derek Hale finally dies, the sheriff’s son seems to simply disappear right along with him and not long after, the people of Beacon Hills begin to notice a little fox resting on Hale’s headstone. Day in, day out. Like he’s home.
"Poor little guy. Perhaps he was Hale’s pet?" some wonder out loud, passing by.
"Must’ve really loved that man," others will say.
And it’ll be true, all of it. Even if nobody else really knows it. Poor little guy.
After Derek Hale finally dies, the sheriff’s son seems to simply disappear right along with him and not long after, the people of Beacon Hills begin to notice a little fox resting on Hale’s headstone. Day in, day out. Like he’s home.
"Poor little guy. Perhaps he was Hale’s pet?" some wonder out loud, passing by.
"Must’ve really loved that man," others will say.
And it’ll be true, all of it. Even if nobody else really knows it. Poor little guy.