"I need your help."
Derek looks up from the article he’s reading on the ipad Cora bought him for Christmas, ignores the oh so slight trip of his heart as Stiles throws himself into the chair opposite him and shakes snow out of his hair.
"Dude," Stiles smiles faintly, pulls his coffee cup closer as he settles in, "You don’t know what you’re agreeing to, yet. I could be asking you to help me shovel snow off the drive."
Derek shrugs, “Then I’ll help you shovel snow.”
"So weird that you do that these days," Stiles sighs dramatically, rests his chin on one hand as he grins at Derek, "Remember when you’d just shove me against a door and say no?"
"That was over five years ago!"
"Aw, you look so embarrassed," Stiles prods at his cheek, and Derek snaps his teeth at him.
"Was there something you needed again?"
This one has defeated me. I tried colouring it but it just won’t happen.
You win this round, GotG.
Wow, thank you so much. I do accept prompts, yes. This one gave me a bit of a hard time though, I’m sorry. But I did my best. I tried to write it the day you sent me the prompt, but somehow I just couldn’t finish it until now.
The pain almost blinds him. One sharp sting and he’s falling to the ground. Lydia shrieks, and then Scott and Derek are both pouncing on the snake that bit him and Stiles isn’t quite sure what happened to the animal but he’s pretty sure it’s no longer of this world when both Scott and Derek start hovering over him.
The ground is wet and dirty, but Stiles honestly can’t bring himself to care because the throbbing pain on his thigh is far worse than the mild discomfort of laying in a patch of wet leafs in the middle of the forest.
“You didn’t see the giant snake coming??!” Stiles calls out, yelling at Scott and Derek.
“I said ‘stand still’!” Derek snaps back, and yeah, okay, Derek did say that. But then Stiles actually saw the damn thing and his default movement might have been flailing. And that’s when the snake pounced and bit him in the thigh.
“Lemme see,” Scott mutters as he rips apart Stiles’ pants, revealing his bloody leg, two neat puncture marks right at the side.
“It wasn’t poisonous, right?” Stiles asks, his eyes wide, his hands tightly wrapped around his hurting thigh.
“Well, actually, ‘venomous’ is the word you’re looking for,” Lydia says, already kneeling down next to him, “Poisonous would only be an issue here if you had eaten the snake, not been bitten by it.”
There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red. All alone in the woods, about to get eaten up. Wolves and girls. Both have sharp teeth.
Title: Satellite Stations
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Before he meets Derek, Stiles’ world is limited to his own forest. All he knows is the space between three points : Scott’s home, Lydia’s lake and the Warden’s den. They are the borders of his world and soon enough, he knows everything there is to know about his territory.
Which is why he begins to travel a little further beyond the borders every day. Ignoring his dad’s many warnings on the subject. His curiosity and thirst for knowledge trumps the need to be careful. If anything were to happen, Stiles decides he can always outrun them. There are few who can outrun a rabbit spirit.
Stiles spends more and more of his time away from home, at his happiest point when he’s wandering around some part of the forest he hasn’t been in before. Which is how he meets Derek.
After meeting Derek, Stiles’ world expands so fast his mind is left reeling.
Sonnet / Part VI
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