Stiles Stilinski met Derek Hale when he was 7 years old, after Derek helped him scare a bully away. They became the unlikeliest of friends, and it changed everything.
“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.
“But… Do you even care about photography?”
“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”
Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?
When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek's wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.
Meanwhile, on Stiles' eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can't kiss him back to normal.
That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.
Bookmarked by krispydubert
05 Jul 2018