Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.
Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.
(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe). —–
“Five meals, Scott. Derek Hale has stopped me from eating five meals. I can’t believe he’s really trying to kill me over stealing his sword. That’s so petty of him. It isn’t like I meant to steal it,” Stiles complains.
“You kind of did mean to, dude,” Scott adds unhelpfully.
“But you don’t understand, Scott. It-”
“Just smelled so good? I know, you’ve said that like fifty times over the past two weeks,” Scott says.
“This is the equivalent of him stealing my lunch money, right? Thanks to him, I didn’t have a meal this week. Or last week! He’s a bully, is what he is. A nice smelling, douchebag of a bully.”
Derek had never actually seen Stiles in his full dragon form. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The first time Derek had properly met Stiles, spoken with him, he’d had a hard time not reacting to the heat of him, far too reminiscent of the lick of flames at Derek’s skin. Dragons exuded heat, Derek had known that, intellectually. They might look like cold-blooded reptiles but they were creatures of fire.
Derek did not have good memories of fire. Stiles couldn’t have been expected to remember that, but it hadn’t helped that he’d focused on Derek with those impossibly wide eyes of lustrous brown and then let out of a puff of marijuana-scented breath and announced he’d take Derek instead of a sandwich.
@loveyprophet Imagine a sterek Brooklyn 99 AU. Derek would be Santiago, he dresses like Rosa but is very much like Amy, a by-the-book cop.
Meanwhile Stiles would be Jake, the energetic guy who considers playing the guitar and screaming at a suspect an effecting interrogation method.
Derek is dating Paige, and while he is attracted to her (the brown eyes and moles), he knows that there’s no chemistry between them and their relationship soon dies. Meanwhile, Stiles is dating Theo Raiken, a defence lawyer who is also an abusive asshole. Stiles tries his best to get out of the toxic relationship, but he has no one to turn to (feeling ashamed if he had to tell his dad or the others about what happens behind closed doors). Despite their differences, with time, Stiles and Derek grow closer and end up falling in love with one another.
Boyd would be Terry, he looks tough and everyone expects him to be a hard-ass cop, but he’s very much in touch with his feelings and is a sweet, sensitive guy (who’s madly in love with Erica and nothing will ever change that).
Erica would be Gina, the sassy civilian administrator (who gets away with dating Boyd becasue technically she’s not part of the unit).
Cora as Rosa becasue she’s the Bi Queen™ and is a total badass, although slightly reserved. (And no matter how touch Cora and Derek may act, Derek is a huge softie when it comes to his sister and always worries about her).
Scott would be Charles, he’s smart but awkward and often relies on Scott or Derek to help him close a case becasue he underestimates himself.
Sheriff Stilinski is the leader of the 99th precinct and Stiles loves teasing his dad while they’re at work. However, no one takes Stiles seriously as a policeman becasue they all think that his dad gave him the position and he didn’t work to get there.
One of these non-believers is Derek, who is determined to put Stiles in his place or prove that he doesn’t belong there. Derek and the others make a bet to see what it takes of Stiles to earn his place, but they soon learn otherwise, that Stiles worked twice as hard to get there, to prove to his dad that he could be a good cop.
As for the others, Malia would be
Pimento, a detective returning to the unit after years of undercover work, but her rebellious nature causes issues among the team.
Kate would be Captain Wunch, determined to take down the 99 division becasue Derek rejected her. However, Sheriff Stilinski has no tolerance for her or how she treats his unit and often resorts to childish (and creative) insults (apparently it’s genetic).
Stiles with frosted tips has given me a new reason to live.
Stiles had only turned on the TV for background noise while he tried to finish up his thesis proposal before the next day’s meeting with his advisor, that was all. It was a nature documentary. About butterflies, no less. Bland, soothing, not at all distracting, just enough extra noise to help the rest of his overactive brain focus.
Focus. Fohhh-cussss…
Well, he was totally focused now, it just wasn’t on his thesis. Because now there was a man on his TV who was very distracting, talking about butterflies.
“A lot of what attracts people to butterflies are the many vibrant colors of their wings, but I have to admit, my favorite butterfly color is black,” said the scruffy vision in the olive green hiking shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a move Stiles considered completely unfair. Everyone knew rolled-up sleeves increased a dude’s attractiveness threefold, at least, plus the shirt brought out his eyes. Stiles was going to file a complaint. Butterfly Guy extended his hand to show off a really cool all-black butterfly, and then he smiled down at it in enthusiasm, taking him from serious to endearingly dorky in about half a second.
Stiles’ first impulse was to call Scott and demand he turn on his TV, too, but Scott had told him just an hour ago that he wasn’t allowed to call again until he at least had an outline done. The faceless internet void of Twitter was still there for him, though.
Stiles Stilinski @justcallmestiles There is a startlingly handsome entomologist on my television right now and it’s his fault I’m going to fail to finish my degree. | brb, switching to an entomology program now | Oh no, they’re interviewing him in his office now and he’s wearing *glasses*. They don’t even lie; he really does appear to be that smart. #MyKryptonite | Okay, he just started talking about how the black of butterfly wings is actually blacker than other blacks and I gotta go google that shit asap. | “… the black parts of the butterfly’s wing are constructed of scales covered in pits less than a micrometre across, which make a honey-comb like pattern. These scales take advantage of refraction to trap light, much like a fibre-optic cable.” | Ooooh, and peacock feathers do a similar thing with green that also can’t be replicated. nature.com/news/2004/040128/full/news040126-4.html | Did they use that research in developing Vantablack? | omg you guys, do yourselves a favor and google the Anish Kapoor vs Stuart Semple pigment war. #TheArtWorldIsWild | Oops, forgot to pause, totally missed the rest of that butterfly show. #HoorayForTheInternet | Good news, everyone, my future husband has a name and it is Derek Hale. He is very handsome and accomplished, according to his faculty bio page. | I take it back, we can’t get married, I’d be far too embarrassed to marry a guy with a PhD when I failed my MA because I spent all night scrolling his Twitter archive. | For real, though, I think I’m in love with his brain now. | …it’s 3am, my life is a disaster. I wonder if I’ll dream of butterflies tonight? This morning? #TomorrowIsTheTimeAfterISleep
*whispers* someone write a fic where Derek saves Stiles from a fire even though it’s terrifying for him to do because it reminds him of his family and then Stiles is all surprised and awed by it and Derek realizes that Stiles the secret love of his life almost died and then KISSING
Derek was sitting at his desk, waiting for his shift to be over. He was working a double because they were understaffed and he wanted to help the Sheriff out.
He had about 15 minutes to go when they got a call about a house fire, 1124 Bay Street. Derek tensed, immediately jumping up. That was his old loft where the pack hung out sometimes when they needed a home away from home.
Derek called out for the sheriff, mumbling about saving his pack. Derek ran out the door, foregoing the car and instead, running across town to the loft.
When he got closer, he fought through the smell of ash and burning wood and he could faintly smell someone- Stiles.
Written for @screaming-internally who requested: ‘Stiles being dead or heavily injured, he is now an astral projection or ghost, something. He keeps showing up unintentionally close to Derek, seeing him trying taking care of his child and struggle without his partner. Maybe magic!Stiles where Derek is his anchor?’
This is angst with a happy ending. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to @sterekglompfest for organizing this!
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