Gifts for grimmypuff
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Right from the beginning there had been something about Stiles— a brightness, a tenacity, an otherness. It had driven Derek mad that first couple years, the way Stiles was always there, proactively inserting himself into situations, pushing himself, pushing Derek, protecting the pack, making himself indispensable.
After all, what gave him the fucking right?
It wasn’t just that, though. As a kid, Derek had read about the intense heat and pressure needed to create diamonds, and there was something about Stiles which always reminded him of that. Somehow Stiles had a knack of taking his obvious fear and compacting it, pushing it down and down, compressing it, until it became something more. Something useful. Something beautiful.
As someone whose only experience with the alchemy of fear was to transmute it into blind, bitter rage, Derek often envied Stiles that. He recognized it for what it was, though— a kind of magic in its own right.
The one where they have to pretend to be soulmates for reasons. It all works out in the end, I promise.
Sure, Derek’s apartment is kind of spartan and lacking in essentials, like nutritious food, and a decent mattress, and primary colors, but the Camaro more than makes up for it.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
14 Jun 2018
“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”
Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.
“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”
Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”
Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”
Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.
Let it never be said that Stiles wasn't able to keep his cool when faced with awkward situations. It'd be right maybe, but it should never be said.
Stiles gasped and spun around, eyes finding Derek immediately. The poor guy looked a bit shell-shocked.
“Oh my god! Dude!” Stiles flailed his arms and lunged forward, tripping a bit and catching himself on Derek’s arms. “You have to fake date me!”