- Teen Wolf (TV) (25)
“If anything has been calm for you, you should consider yourself lucky,” Derek spat. “You’re not the one being held in a cell.”
It was as though any noise in the dungeon had been silenced, and when Stiles leaned forward until he was inches from the bars of Derek’s cell, there was no other sound other than Stiles’ low murmur.
“There are much bigger things going on here than a petty thief being arrested for stealing. You have no idea of the things that really go on outside this castle, outside this kingdom. If anyone here’s lucky, it’s you. I advise you keep that in mind.”
Stiles rose above Derek and made his way back down the hall. His footsteps slowly disappeared back up beyond the dungeon- their echoes leaving an unsettled feeling in Derek’s chest.
What was Stiles talking about? What went on outside the kingdom?
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
15 Jul 2017
The surprise wore off fairly quickly for Stiles. After all, if a guy who was terrified of needles could discover a love for tattoos, then a guy who saw the world in shades of grey on a good day could just as easily paint it in all of its hopeful vibrancy.
It was days like this when all of Stiles’ consideration of Derek’s newfound hobby came to the forefront. It was also days like this when it all went away. Days when Stiles was laid out on the couch in the loft, jacket and shirt in a pile on the floor a few feet away, with Derek hunched over him.
Now that he was this close to the building, he saw that it looked different than the others of the town. While the houses and offices and shops were all dirty and a bit smashed up, the library looked perfectly kept up, as if the apocalypse had decided to spare it from its destruction.
As he approached the doors, Derek noticed obvious signs of clean-up. Piles of rubble and trash sitting tucked away in trash bags that would never be picked up, and it made him hesitate.
What if there was someone still there?
But again, why would anybody choose to hole up in the library of all places?
His curiosity won out, and he just hoped it wouldn’t lead to his death.
“Well, you should get going then-”
“You could come around some time-”
A blush bloomed across Derek's cheeks, barely visible over the top of his beard. He shrugged again.
“If you wanted to. You could stop by while I'm fixing it up. Help me with some things. If you wanted to.”
“You already said that,” Stiles, the idiot, mumbled in disbelief.
Derek's blush grew a shade darker.
The one in which there are cast parties, stupid games, not-so-fake kisses, drunk friends, sober assholes, mutual pining, and a whole lotta confusion.