Stiles remembers being 15 and realizing for the first time that the way Derek made him feel - fenetic with energy and bursting at the seams - was something more than, something Stiles didn’t have a name for. Now, it feels like love, but even on a good day Stiles isn’t really sure what that means when he applies that to someone who’s not Scott.
- Part 1 of Roman Candle Hearts
Prompt fill from lycantrophies:
you know this whole lunar eclipse thing screams for a fic in a 5+1 style or whatever
each part featuring a different lunar eclipse
featuring stiles trying out all the things on derek that he can’t do on a regular day
After all, Stiles doesn’t mention that time Derek went grief-stricken and ran away from humanity, or the two or three times Derek has talked Stiles down from a panic attack, no big gestures or dramatics, just slow steady words until the overwhelming crushing anxiety eased some, or that time Stiles dug a bullet out of Derek’s stomach, swearing and sweating and cursing him and maybe crying a little, or that time with the evil, nasty little gnomes.
There’s a lot they don’t talk about. This is just another thing to add to the list.
OR: Derek and Stiles get kidnapped. Or more accurately, Stiles gets kidnapped and Derek gets kidnapped looking for him, although he'll never tell Stiles that. Angst and a little violence ensures.
Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.
Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.
Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.
The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.
Stiles hadn’t been in Beacon Hills in five years, hadn’t seen Derek in nearly as long, when he got the text:
New number: (+530) 365-2421
An abundance of overeating and geekery, dangerous caffeine/sugar cereal addictions, surprise werewolves, bird insults, purple-eyed shrimp, reincarnated serial killers (it's cool, he has a leash), poorly played professional baseball, and a love story. In that order.
Bookmarked by JuliaShadow
16 Aug 2016