Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest
I knew I loved you then But you’d never know ‘Cause I played it cool When I was scared of letting go
It was an unseasonably warm winter, so instead of festive and cozy Christmas snow flurries, it’d just been grey and drizzling all day. It matched Derek’s mood perfectly.
Stiles would mock him mercilessly if he could see him, puttering around town alone in his Camaro, glaring out at the Christmas decorations. It was sad, he could admit that to himself, but he’d already spent too much time moping alone in the house so he went outside for a bit. He’d thought that maybe walking through town and seeing the decorations would help lift his spirits. He and Stiles had done that before, it was worth a shot.
Nope. Doing things alone that he enjoyed with Stiles just made him more miserable.
The pack’s Christmas celebration had been the night before, as it was every year. That way they could celebrate together and with their individual families, which was perfect, because December 25th was Derek’s birthday. Christmas Eve was for the holiday, but once the clock struck midnight, carols stopped, gingerbread cookies got shoved in a cupboard, and the birthday party hats came out.
Stiles was adamant about having no overlap between the two whatsoever—militant, even. Kira wore reindeer antlers past the midnight alarm one year a decade ago, and she was almost banished from the house. No one had made that mistake again.
Derek always insisted it wasn’t necessary, told him to chill out, that he was overreacting, but he really did appreciate it. Growing up, he’d always hated getting the joint “for birthday and Christmas” presents while his siblings got two distinct gifts, and even as he got older, he couldn’t fully shake the annoyance that Christmas stole his thunder.
I really loved this prompt, I hope you enjoy this little fic! (On AO3)
Derek hadn’t minded it, not at first.
Not when everything was new and casual. And he’d certainly
done his own share of body appreciation in the beginning, spending long moments
appreciating the curve of Stiles’ neck, or the flat of his belly, or the lithe
muscling of his thighs. He hadn’t been afraid, either, to tell Stiles how much
he liked his long, slender fingers or his soft, pink lips.
So, when Stiles had rambled on about the beauty of his ass,
or the perfection of his biceps, or the cut of his abs, he hadn’t minded. It
had even been a bit of an ego boost, the way Stiles would lose his train of
thought when Derek took off his shirt, or walked into the kitchen in only a
towel, or anything like that.
“Stiles,” Derek sighs, eyes remaining closed. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m trying,” Stiles says, pulse quickening.
“No, you’re not. You’re staring at me.” He slowly opens his eyes then, meeting Stiles’ gaze in the dim darkness of the boy’s bedroom. Stiles smiles, feeling his heart flutter warm in his chest. Derek blinks. “What?”
Stiles inches closer, moving his arm to play with Derek’s hair rather than his own. Derek’s eyes flicker over his face, filled with wonder.
“You look adorable when you sleep,” Stiles admits in a murmur.
Body Swap AU – Pissing off a witch is officially on the pack’s no-no list. After Derek and Stiles get their bodies swapped, Stiles decides to explore the werewolf body he is now occupying. Derek is not thrilled at all about it and Scott is having the time of his life.
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