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“Do you love him?” Paige simply asked.
Derek turned to look at her. "That's a silly question," he simply replied, knowing that Paige was referring to Stiles.
“And yet it’s a question you won’t answer,” Paige replied.
Derek carefully observed Paige. “Why ask it?”
“Because he loves you.”
Or, the one where Stiles is the High Enchanter of King Hale's court, but at night is the lover that lines the sheets of Derek's bed. When Derek is forced to marry in pursuit of an heir, things begin to crumble.
“Do you want me to save your niece or not?” Chris asked.
“I’m too used to empty promises by Argents,” Peter answered, though he took a step back into the hospital room. “This doesn’t change anything, Christopher.”
Chris faintly nodded, believing that he knew Peter well enough to catch when he was bluffing. But that was a lifetime ago—that was before Peter retreated behind a wall of sarcasm and disdain to lick his wounds. He caught the faint red glow behind Peter’s irises, recognizing it for the threat it was.
Peter sneered, “Let him get the better of you. It’s foolish of me to think you could rule as a King.”
Derek turned a glare on his uncle.
“Tell me, will the Dread Wolf of Triskelia bow down to a boy?”
- Part 2 of The Dread Wolf
Stiles was used to getting called at, most of them men offering him money for sex. He had even accepted a few times, pinched for cash while having a stone-hearted landlord meant that he didn’t have a lot of options.
Deep down, he knew he could always go home—that despite the fight, his dad would always let him come home, even with James. That was why he hated himself more every time he accepted the cash.
(Or, the one where single parent Stiles strips and prostitutes himself out to feed his kid.)
“You’re awake,” Stiles stated as he looked down at Derek, his head moving to block the sun from Derek’s eyes. The tips of his fins barely touched the water now.
“You’re real,” Derek uttered in fascination, his voice hoarse and weakened from the night’s events.
Stiles brightly smiled at Derek.