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    Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

    Wait, what?

    Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

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    09 Jan 2018

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    08 Jan 2018

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    Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before his hands come slowly forward. Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back. He catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the careful ticking of its heart.

    If he leaves it here, it's going to die alone. It's a sentence he knows all too well.

    “What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”

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    17 Dec 2017

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    "I promise to love, honor, and probably not obey you, and, uh, take you as my totally-unlawfully-wedded husband, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, until death do us part, or for at least the next seventy-two hours."

    (Or: Tony and Steve get fake-married for the sake of the mission.)

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    07 Dec 2017

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    Adorable. Gives me star trek tos feels

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    Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

    He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

    Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

    He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

    And then he leaves.

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