Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays
Summary:Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes-his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been-like Stiles had-...
Why I'm reccing this fic: Magic Stiles is always cool, but obivous stiles and possesive!Derek is great-- all in all this is a fun read.
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