moretomhardy:

Time for some more vampire!Stiles.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Words: 5,459

Rating: Mature

Content Notes: Canon-typical violence off-screen and some wound treatment.

Derek stumbled and saved himself from falling by catching his shoulder on a tree. He hissed as the motion jarred the hand he had clamped over the gashes in his side and took a moment to catch his breath, ears straining to catch any sound of his pursuers. Leaves rustled under quiet footfalls to the east and Derek took off running again.

He didn’t have a destination beyond getting away, and he wasn’t sure that he could do even that. These woods were unfamiliar, and while he might be able to keep one step ahead under the cover of the thick forest, he didn’t know what he would do if he got to the edge of the trees. Luckily for him, the forest had been getting thicker for the past twenty minutes, so he didn’t seem to be in danger of running out of woods yet. Running out of energy was another story: the gashes in his side were still weeping blood without any sign of stopping, and the new moon hiding up with the sun overhead wasn’t doing anything to help out his stamina levels.

Derek happened upon a clearing a few minutes later, a small, squared-off house sitting in the center of the glade. Derek paused and listened for a moment. He couldn’t pick out a heartbeat from within the house, but there was a rhythmic clattering noise that sounded like typing. A vampire, Derek hoped, and crossed the clearing in quick strides to knock on the door.

The door swung open a moment later to reveal a pale man whose eyes went black as he took a breath in. Derek belatedly realized that it might not be the best idea to meet a strange vampire with an open wound that had been bleeding down his side for the past hour.

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matildajones:

mermaid-reyes:

absolutely no need to apologise, nonnie, you’re not bothering me at all! thank you so much for the prompt! here is 1k of everybody lives and nothing hurts IKEA crack. i hope you like it! ♥

‘Aha! There it is. The Stockholm.’

Derek drops his face into his hands as his mom strides towards a fake living room like she’s marching into battle. In the next fake living room over, his six-year-old cousin is screaming at the top of her lungs while his uncle Peter spins her around and around in a rotating armchair. 

Derek gets it, to a certain extent. Moving into his first ‘grown up’ apartment–his mom’s words, Derek thought the apartment he shared with two roommates in college was pretty damn ‘grown up’, he certainly paid enough ‘grown up’ rent for it–is exciting. He’s definitely pretty fucking ecstatic to stop living with his entire family. Again. 

What Derek doesn’t get is why everybody needed to come to IKEA to ‘help’ pick out furniture. He has suspicions that his dad and his sisters are only in this for the meatballs. 

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