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    “We can’t just leave him here to die.”

    “He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

    “Then we should stay with him.”

    Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

    It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

    “Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

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    16 Jul 2017

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    “Just go in and buy him something and attach a note that says, like, I don’t know,” she flips a curl over her shoulder, “let’s bone.”

    Derek looks up at the sky and purses his lips. Doesn’t dignify that with a response. There’s no way in hell Derek is going to attach some dinky little note to Stiles’ gift that is either as crass as Erica’s suggestion or as humiliating as something he could come up with himself – no fucking way in hell.

    But she does have a point. Stiles’ birthday is coming and Derek is shit out of luck and shit out of ideas for ways to make Stiles see him as anything more than just Derek. The way Stiles looks at him sometimes, it’s like he has no fucking idea.

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    22 Jun 2017

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    "Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me."

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    25 Feb 2017

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    Stiles turns to see Allison and catches himself in a broken mirror hanging off the wall. He knew, of course he knew, that he had been changed. His shoulders felt slimmer, heavy with the weight of breasts and magic. His hair falls past his bare shoulders, and when he glances down he is clothed in rags that seems to be some semblance of a dress.

    The mirror though — it gives him the last piece of the puzzle. Eyes, familiar eyes glinting out at him, laughing and mocking even when he didn’t mean for that expression to be on his face. His lips, twisted in horror.

    “Kate?” Derek’s voice is choked, filled with pain and horror that Stiles can only begin to imagine.

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    06 Feb 2017

  5. Public Bookmark 15

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    Stydia prompt: Lydia has been trying to tell Stiles how she feels since they rescued him, but she hasn't found the right words yet. Finally one night it all comes stumbling out.

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    26 Jan 2017