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Stiles took a deep breath, his gaze dropping from Derek’s as he turned to look back in the vanity's mirror. He looked at Derek’s distorted image in the reflection, noting how he could only see part of Derek’s body—his hand, adorned in rings, wrapped around the handle of an ornate cane.
The image of a powerful man, who did not belittle himself for the sake of an uncle's bastard.
Derek was much more than the rumors speculated, and Stiles was intrigued by that.
Or, the regency romance novel where Stiles is having Peter's baby, and Derek marries him for propriety's sake, (or so Stiles assumes).
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
13 Feb 2019
- Part 6 of Art Shorts
“Get the hell away from him!”
Stiles looked at the Eichen Knight.
“He knows who Batman is,” Scarecrow simply stated, dragging the sharp edge of the needle against the skin of Stiles’ arm. She lightly laughed when Stiles flinched. “You seem attached.”
“Get out,” the Knight demanded.
“Or?” Scarecrow pressed.
The Knight drew his sidearm, pointing the barrel directly between Scarecrow’s eyes. “I told you—step on my toes, and I’ll do what Batman never had the guts to do.”
“And if I call your bluff?” Scarecrow carefully asked.
The Knight took a step towards Scarecrow, pressing the cold metal barrel against her forehead as he clicked the hammer back. “Have you ever seen me bluff?” He dared her.
- Part 5 of Art Shorts
“I’m fine here,” Derek stated, briefly eyeing Scott before grabbing Stiles’ arm. “You need to get out of here. I can’t protect you from Harris or Argent if you don’t flee.”
“I’m not leaving,” Stiles plainly stated to Derek’s face.
Derek glared at Stiles, releasing his arm as he drew in a deep breath. “Help! They’re stealing my horses!”
Stiles’ jaw dropped in momentary shock. “You—”
Derek’s eyebrows raised in challenge, a smug satisfaction preening from him, knowing that Stiles had to run now.
“Derek,” a soft, terrified voice called out. “My sweet … Derek—” a sharp sob stifled his words. “What have you done?”
The voice pulled Derek’s mind back to reality. Derek looked down at the owner, his stomach churning as all his horrors were realized.
Stiles lay on the cold, filthy mud of the dock, his clothes stained with the blood gushing from his neck.