And then there's you [Cerevan&Reyne]
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				Title: <strong>And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 05:35:20</strong>
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				<br>The temperature had slowly been dropping since fall had arrived but even in the middle of winter it wasn't freezing like Derek had been used to. In northern California the clouds would be rolling in and his breath would be leaving his mouth just as fluffy as the figures in the pale blue sky. It was nice, he enjoyed the change. He'd been living in Nevada for a year and three months with the Shepard pack. Cora and Derek had found a place in the pack of fifteen where they could relax and just take the time to heal, to be themselves and figure out where to go next.<br><br>Cora was enrolled in Phoenix University where she was pursuing a degree in health, she was considering something in a hospital or maybe even sports medicine. Which Derek was proud of. He himself was also taking classes in Nevada's Community college. Both of them took classes online and they were doing things that they should have been trying for years ago before everything fell apart.<br><br>A three story home that stretched out a little over an acre was what they called home. Derek's room was on the second floor facing the wall of trees just behind the house. It was a little room that had a full sized bed with a dark blue blanket and orange curtains that had been picked out by his Alpha, Genevieve. At first the shift for the Hales had been difficult. Derek knew what it was like to lose a pack more than once, he also knew what it was like to have power and many packs had turned him away for the glow of his blue eyes and how they sometimes looked purple because of the faded red.<br><br>Now, though. He had a home. No, it wasn't Beacon Hills, but it was good enough. He helped with dinner, he taught some of the kids how to control their powers, he helped a freshman with her math every night. He was growing, he was living. And maybe it wasn't the life he'd hope for, maybe he sometimes picked up postcards and sent little pieces of himself to another state so he didn't feel quite so lost but...he was content.<br><br>Derek didn't want to get up and go. He wanted to settle, to enjoy the fact that he and Cora could talk openly about their family and smile about memories that once caused him to choke. He was getting better. He wasn't healed, he'd probably never would be, but he knew how live patched up and occasionally bleeding.<br><br>And he wasn't afraid anymore.<br><br>Until someone came in to scramble that all up. 
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				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 21:58:37</strong>
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				"I <em>hate</em> you," Stiles informed the world at large. There was no answer, just a rustle as something that looked sort of like a possessed lizard skittered across the road. Here he was, beneath a perfectly blue sky in the middle of an elegantly bare desert, with nothing but open road before him and a crazy sense of purpose. People dreamed of shit like this when they were stuck in some cubicle churning out reports for The Man. Of course likely those dreams didn't account for sore feet, sore shoulders, and a sore soul.<br><br>It had been about an hour since he set out from the no name town that apparently was the base for the Shepard pack. Of course they couldn't actually live <em>in</em> the town though. That would make <em>sense</em> and make Stiles life <em>easier</em>, God fucking forbid. No, the pack lived about five miles outside of town. It had been about half an hour since his phone had died, and about ten minutes since he'd drank the last of his water. Everything ached and he was dusty as hell from the road.<br><br>Really Stiles was perfectly justified in hating the world.<br><br>Though everything out here seemed deceptively flat, it was just that: a deception. There were dips and rises in the road and as he crested a slightly-larger-than-average rise, he saw the hazy outline of a house maybe a half mile out. Given he'd followed the instructions given to him by overly helpful locals to a tee, that could only be the house that served as the pack's 'den.'<br><br><em>"Don't know what you'd want with that lot. They're nice enough, but they're hippie types, all livin' atop another."</em> Much like the Beacon Hills pack <em>should</em> have been doing, if anyone would listen to him and get their heads out of their asses. Packs were meant to live in close quarters, not scattered off in all directions. Scott was a True Alpha without a lick of True Sense, and he had a ragtag sense of pack to prove it.<br><br>Not like the Shepard pack, which from all accounts was run well and smoothly. No incidents with local hunters, no high school students turning into ravenous beasts, and no hormonal shenanigans with the enemy. Undoubtedly it was wonderful and Derek was having a grand time forgetting his past.<br><br>Stiles scowled and doubled his pace. Maybe Derek had moved on, but Stiles hadn't. And he'd be damned if he'd come this far only to return home with empty hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 23:47:04</strong>
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				<br>Turning away from his window, Derek slid on his jeans after he had showered, hair now dry and a few assignments completed, he made his way downstairs to look into the kitchen. Cora was curled up on the couch with Evan, a boy who was just a year older than her and was currently in the act of trying to convince the werewolf to come away with him for a weekend. His sister looked back, smiling, "Tell this idiot I have work to do. Tell him you won't allow such a scandal. Please." That blonde head of Evan's turned and he grinned, eyes bright and a little scared of what Derek would say.<br><br>Derek's gruff demeanor had faded somewhat but there were some times where he still intimidated others on accident. Maybe it was how he took time to warm up to people. Or how he still didn't trust half of the pack but would die for them anyway. Sighing, the eldest Hale walked behind them on the couch and ran his fingers messily through Cora's hair to hear her grunt and swat at his hand. "Why should I?"<br>"Because! I have work to do at school and he wants to go have fun in Illinois for a full week."<br><br>"Just bring the damn laptop with you, Cora," Derek rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen when he heard Cora sigh about how difficult it would be to focus with someone like Evan always wanting to drown in her scent. He chose not to comment on that and instead went to make a sandwich. He was starving.<br><br>Fingers moving quickly, he heard the kids following Charlotte around the house, screeching and giggling over the field trip they had gone on. They were all home schooled, except for the three teens that had control. All the smaller children were kept home until they could tame the wolf side of them that liked to pull at their control. Derek smiled when he heard his favorite, Gavin, talk about how cool worms were and then Lily screeched because he probably tried to show her up close just how awesome they were. <br><br>But his ears slowly drifted away from the chatter as Charlotte, their teacher and Genevieve's younger sister, led them back into the woods which were drier than what Derek liked. But as you went deeper into the forest the moisture increased. With his lunch set up, he sat at the counter and looked up when Alex, the second in command and their Alpha's husband, wandered in, smiling softly. "Morning, Derek. Get everything done?"<br><br>"School wise, yes. Chore wise? Not yet. I will though once I eat," Derek managed a little smile back and then tipped his head down as he ate. Alex was saying something but as he chewed Derek's hearing drifted and his ears pricked as he heard the rumbling of an engine. An engine he'd heard many times, especially when he was driving in the big jeep it was attached to. For a moment he tried to ignore it, to just brush it off as some kind of coincidence. It was just a jeep, a lot of people had jeeps.<br><br>But the sound kept getting closer and even Alex stopped to listen.<br><br>"Shit," Derek grumbled and got to his feet swiftly, sandwich half eaten and insides shaking. No, no. This was his haven, his solace away from it. Nothing and no one was supposed to clash with it until he was ready. Cora was on her feet when Derek went into the living room, her eyes trained on him. "Derek."<br><br>"Did you know about this," He snapped, eyes bright and afraid.<br>She shook her head and her heart didn't skip.<br>Shit.<br><br>Walking to the door, he swung it open and Cora said after him, "Calm down, Derek. Don't make this bigger than it has to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 04:41:39</strong>
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				The house that Stiles pulled up to was...quaint. Strange word to assign to the three story sprawler. But it was quaint, and homey, and it was near to some woods. A more desert-y version of what the Hale house had been in Beacon Hills. Stiles cut the engine and narrowed his eyes up at the house in an almost accusative manner. It wasn't strictly the house's fault that Derek had never come home, but it probably contributed to the problem. After all, why would Derek ever come back to his sort of shitty apartment, his fractured pack, or...Stiles.<br><br>"Gah, stupid," he muttered, smacking his palm against the wheel. He narrowed his eyes at the front door and waited, knowing that <em>someone</em> would come out to investigate. Werewolves <em>always</em> investigated. There was a long pause with no sign of life from the indoors, and Stiles wondered if maybe the pack was out in the woods. It wouldn't be outside of the question, even if it wasn't the traditional full moon night run.<br><br>Gravel crunched beneath his sneakers as he stepped out of the Jeep and slammed the door. For a moment he thought about going up onto the porch and ringing the doorbell like a normal person, but he valued his organs where they were <em>thank you very much</em> and he still hadn't accepted the bite that might have allowed him to live past any kind of organ rearrangement.<br><br>Just as he was beginning to think he'd come at the wrong time, or else to the wrong house, the door slammed open. Cora's voice, scolding as ever, "Calm down, Derek. Don't make this bigger than it has to be." And Derek, framed solid and massive in the doorway.<br><br>Miles had been spent with a faulty radio and no company. He'd talked himself through this moment a thousand times, a hundred thousand times. Each time telling himself that he would be strong and unflappable and persuasive. That this was all for the good of the pack and not some misbegotten crush he might have had on the older man. But there was no denying it. When he first saw Derek, his heart skipped a beat. His palms tingled with the urge to touch and he had to lean back against his Jeep door just to keep from sprinting at the werewolf. His <em>heart</em> ached, just the smallest bit.<br><br>"Hey, s'been a while, huh?" he called, purposefully ignoring the fact that Derek didn't necessarily look happy to see him. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, suddenly aware that he was dusty and his hair was sticking at least eight different directions and he was so very different from the boy Derek had left. New scars littered him: skin, bone, and soul. Stupid Derek.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>24-10-2013, 05:17:05</strong>
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				<br>Derek had heard the slam of a door among the roaring of his heart, the racing of his blood. His hand had closed around the knob and he had swung it open with so much force he heard the hinges rattle. He had been doing so well. He could sleep a full eight hours without dreams or paranoia. He had laughed just two nights ago when one of the children had asked about the sounds their aunt and uncle had been making the night before three floors away and they had sputtered through a shitty excuse. Derek was getting better and even though he was so much better than the foolish broken omega who had become an alpha, built a pack, and then lost them all...he didn't want anyone to see him.<br><br>Because he wasn't better, he wasn't as good as he could be. So as he stepped out, sunshine blinding him a little, his heart rattled around inside of his chest like a ringing alarm clock. He faintly heart a double skip just a few yards away and he knew it was that rabbit's heart Stiles possessed. And for some reason it made him happy, made him hopeful...<br>And that made him a little pissed.<br><br>But he just kept walking out, steps a bit slow, measured, until he reached the edge of the porch right above the first drop of a step. Shaking his head slowly, he exhaled when the kid actually spoke and he looked down, head still shaking as he gave a bitter chuckle. "Yes, Stiles. It's been...at least three. Maybe?" Time might have escaped him a little. Exhaling, he looked back up and went down the steps one at a time, slow and measured. He was giving himself time to breathe. So that when Stiles' scent hit-and there it was, apples, cinnamon, fresh grass, and something deep, dark, and all Stiles-he wouldn't go running to take more of it.<br><br>Stopping a few feet away from the jeep, Derek shrugged his broad shoulders. Dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, barefoot with his hair up still in that spiky little style and beard full along his face, he didn't seem very intimidating. But they had gotten over that part of their relationship after Stiles had held him up in a pool for two hours. "...Stiles," It felt weird to say his name like that and he licked his lips, "What...what are you doing here? How in the hell did you even find me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 00:33:43</strong>
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				Things had changed. A few years ago, Derek would have been lunging overground, face already wolfed out. He'd have Stiles slammed up against his car door within a few seconds. Two heartbeats, max, and Stiles would have felt the pressed of the beta's strong body against his own. Instead, Derek's movements were measured. As if his every step was something that had to be deliberated. Almost like a taunt—or a show of control—he paused at the edge of the porch. Utterly out of Stiles reach.<br><br>"Yes, Stiles. It's been...at least three. Maybe?" Three years, seven months, two days, thirteen hours, and some odd minutes. Stiles swallowed back a bitter laugh. It seemed that while Stiles had been obsessively, if at first unconciously, counting the minutes and the miles separating them, Derek hadn't cared enough to remember that most basic of time units.<br><br>"Yeah, something like that," Stiles said. Despite his best efforts, his tone was bitingly sarcastic. Yet he managed to bite off his next remark, which was a kindness that he barely felt like Derek deserved. Holding his tongue was eased only by the knowledge that if he were to unleash all the pent up bitter longing, Derek would undoubtedly turn tail and flee. Like he always did.<br><br>Thankfully, Derek seemed oblivious to Stiles internal machinations. He approached the Jeep in that same steady manner as he'd crossed the porch. "Yo," Stiles said, voice lowering. The other looked good. Of course he'd always looked good, but he'd lost a lot of the desperate edge that had hardened his features for so long. Jeans and a white tee, like a stupid Abercrombie model, stubble grown out into almost a beard that framed sensual lips. There was the tiniest flare of Derek's nostrils. Scenting. Stiles shifted self-consciously, well aware he wasn't exactly squeaky clean. Isaac had informed him before, in all solemnity, that he smelled a little like home, but couldn't explain further.<br><br>"...Stiles."<br><br>"That would be my name, yes. Congratulations."<br><br>Sarcasm was cut off as his eyes followed the swipe of Derek's tongue against his lips. Damn it. "What...what are you doing here? How in the hell did you even find me?" Clearly, Derek didn't know when to cut his losses and use his ample charms to keep Stiles from unleashing more rage.<br><br>"This funny thing called the Internet. Also a pinch of magic. Turns out I've got a knack for it. You'd know that, if you'd picked up a phone." Heat flared up in the pit of Stiles' stomach: equal parts fury and desire. For the last year, he'd finally had to admit that he really, genuinely missed Derek. "It doesn't matter." Because in the end, it really didn't. Stiles stepped away from the Jeep and into Derek's personal space. He'd grown another inch in the last three years, and they were finally eye to eye, even if Derek was more solid. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving without you."<br><br>Then, before Derek could try to escape, he flung his arms around the other and crushed his body as close as he could manage. Not quite a hug so much as a koala inspired stranglehold.
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>30-10-2013, 02:47:55</strong>
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				<br>Since Derek had disappeared Stiles had grown. From his height to the firmness of his jaw, he had ultimately changed. That dark scent he carried was spiced with something similar to ozone. Even the way his clothes fit was different and Derek appreciated the swoop of Stiles' hair, the tilt of his nose. Watching him from far away was safe. It made him feel much more in control of his surroundings and his own actions. Back in Beacon Hills he had experienced life without the simple power of self-control. From giving in to the instinct to rule, to manipulating others to be apart of his pack...to having someone use them against his will to carry out their plans. He was done with that. Derek hated the man he once was.<br><br>Being around Stiles had always brought something out of him that was positive though. The desire to protect, to joke, to even smile and relax a little. Even when it was easier to just shut Stiles up, the teenager had always been capable of biting back and making Derek shed some of that cold, sharp exterior. So now, being back with him in a new space...it was not so simple to just stand back and let it happen. He wanted to engage and figure out where they stood after so many years.<br><br>So he stepped down, stepped forward. Careful and inquisitive he kept moving until he felt he'd done enough. Stiles' usual brazen nature was a little subdued. Apparently he'd learned to control that huge mouth of his over the years. Derek was impressed if not a little desperate to hear more of those smart remarks. It was always...entertaining, sharpening his wit against the intelligent, loud teenage. <br><br>"Magic," Derek murmured, that made sense. It explained the twist in his scent. Arching a brow, he said, "If I picked up a phone?" Feeling a little incredulous, he replied, "What did that matter? I left. I gave you and the pack the space you needed. You guys are better off without me and I sent postcards to let you know I was alive. That was all I could do." It was all he could make himself do when he was longing to go back. If he had talked to them, had conversations with them and helped them...he'd be packing up and going back when what he needed was to stay away as much as possible.<br><br>As Stiles came forward, stating it didn't matter, Derek blinked. Now his heart was back to pounding and he felt his spine stiffening as Stiles walked forward, for once he felt like prey and as their eyes met, as he felt the heat from the younger male's body and his skin tingled, Derek sucked in air. "Stiles."<br><br>Grunting, Derek stumbled back two quick steps as their bodies collided. It'd been some time since he'd felt the long, elegant lines of Stiles' body. The bunch of elegant, lean muscle, the way his scent flooded his nostrils that made his insides shake. Derek's lashes fell and he closed his eyes, chest rising and falling with every swift breath and then his arms tentatively circled around Stiles' waist. It was like embracing home and it felt so good. So right.<br><br>But then he could hear the voices in the house, Cora hissing at her boyfriend that Derek wasn't with anyone and that he wasn't going anywhere. <br><br>So his hands scrambled up Stiles' ribs to his underarms and he yanked the smaller male back with a firm tug. Nostrils flaring, his eyes were bright with confusion, longing, and a bit of desperate pain that clawed at his heart. "Stiles...you-"<br><br>"Stiles," Derek turned his head to see Cora on the porch, brow risen. "You've been the first human in ages to find us. Come inside. We all want to talk to you." She smiled and shot Derek a look as if saying, 'You're welcome that I cut in before you said something stupid.' And turned to go back inside.<br><br>Turning his head slowly back to Stiles, he exhaled, "You need to come inside. You stink," He frowned, "And I know you've probably been running on junk food...and energy drinks." His right hand went out and grasped Stiles' forearm to yank him along to the porch.
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				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 04:57:31</strong>
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				He'd braved crossbows, a half-transformed alpha, and the prospect of going into the middle of nowhere with his notoriously faulty baby to find Derek. It had been a fool's errand of the highest order. Scott had told him so—not nearly as eloquently, of course—through a mouth full of fangs. But Stiles had persisted because he <em>needed</em> to know that Derek was really okay, and more than that because he'd missed the stupid lug. And this was the thanks he got.<br><br>"If I picked up a phone?" One of Derek's scary ass eyebrows inched up. His tone was caught between incredulity and what might have been mild irritation. And then, because Derek clearly had not a single ounce of self preservation, he kept <em>talking.</em> "That was all I could do."<br><br>Stiles felt himself explode. Unbeknownst to him, a few spots of dark purple appeared among the tawny irises of his eyes. "Oh my <em>God</em>," he growled. "Seriously? You think we're better off without you? Scott almost got us killed in a territory dispute because he's a puppy leading a back of puppies." Arms flailing and plush mouth twisting into a fearsome scowl, he continued with, "Just because you didn't want us anymore doesn't mean we don't need you." Magic was sparking along his veins, seeking an outlet. He squashed it down violently and the purple went out of his eyes as if it had never been. Still it thrummed in his body and mind, like it always did, just a few seconds away from causing problems.<br><br>Which made it a little odd that when he finally got his arms around Derek things just went...quiet. It wasn't that the magic disappeared, but rather that it seemed to circle up for a nap. He stored that away for later contemplation and researching with Lydia. For the moment it was much better to focus on how his name fell from Derek's lips. Warmth enveloped Stiles and he buried his face into the crook of Derek's neck for a moment, breathing in deeply just so he could smell that familiar scent. Pine trees and salt and moonlight, dark and sharp and tempting. "Just shut up and hug me," Stiles said, pleased to find that Derek was already tentatively wrapping his arms around Stiles's slimmer but still sturdy form.<br><br><em>This</em> was why Stiles had fought with Scott and braved the great unknown.<br><br>If it had been a couple of years ago, Stiles would have yelped as he was shoved away. Especially given that Derek was a little bit rougher about the movement than the situation really warranted. As it was, he just stepped out of the other's grip and dusted off his front theatrically, huffing out an utterly unapologetic: "Rude."<br><br>Not that it mattered much. The look Derek was giving him had about ten more emotions going on in it than would be considered normal, and given that Derek had the emotional range of a teaspoon he probably wasn't processing it all that well. Plus there was Cora to consider. She'd come out sometime during the little reunion and was looking at them with all the cool disdain she usually managed. "You've been the first human in ages to find us. Come inside. We all want to talk to you."<br><br>"Because the infamous Hale emotional constipation is totally not enough," Stiles murmured under his breath. He was well aware that Derek at least would hear him. There was really no way to speak aloud and not be heard by a werewolf this close range. But he didn't much care. He'd been on the road for weeks, chasing down leads and double checking sources. Now he was going to undoubtedly be quizzed by an alpha who at best would be concerned by his presence and at worst would like to rend him limb from limb. "It's Gitmo time, werewolf style."<br><br>When Derek exhaled sharply, Stiles jerked his gaze back to the other male. "You need to come inside. You stink."<br><br>"I rolled in shit on the way here especially for you. I know you guys like that kind of thing," Stiles said dryly. He was finding it harder and harder to hold his tongue. Honestly he kind of wished that he'd accepted the bite, or that he was further in his studies with Deaton. Either one would do—just so long as he could knock Derek out, sling him into the back seat, and have done with this whole stupid quest.<br><br>"And I know you've probably been running on junk food...and energy drinks." This was said with the customary Derek Hale Frown, and for a moment Stiles experienced a kind of deja vu. The feeling passed when he was grabbed and yanked toward the porch. He stumbled briefly and then lengthened his stride to keep up, since he had a nagging feeling that Derek wasn't above carrying him into the house slung over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. While Stiles could appreciate a bit of caveman, he didn't much fancy meeting a strange alpha with his ass in the air.<br><br>"Don't forget sketchy diner food," Stiles added. "And curly fries." Because curly fries were <em>not</em> junk food. They were totally their own food group. Years of working with Allison had given him something resembling grace, so he didn't trip over his own feet as they went up the few porch steps. But he did quiet down so he could concentrate on foot placement. Face planting on the front porch would be sort of like being carried into the house ass up. Once the stairs had been navigated, he started up again. "Does this mean you're going to feed me? Bathe me? Oh, are you going to let me sleep in your bed and use you like a teddy bear? Isaac said you let him do that once." It was a mild exaggeration. Look at all of the fucks Stiles did not give. "I would like that. I bet your bed is comfortable. I've been sleeping in my car because my first night in a hotel there were hookers and then a gun went off—"<br><br>He tripped over the door jamb and slammed into Derek's back. As always, he bounced off like a rubber ball. Stupid werewolves had absolutely no give. And that was the relatively lazy ones like Scott and Isaac. "I see you're still doing unreasonable amounts of one handed push ups," Stiles said, reaching up with his free hand to rub at his nose. "Good to know, you know, in case the car breaks down on the way back to California and you have to carry me back."
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				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 08:20:00</strong>
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				<br>Those wide brown eyes could become discolored with purple spots. The big orbs that used to meet his and challenge him constantly were now edging into the shades of amethyst and Derek was a little freaked out. But then he remembered, Magic. And slowly calmed down. Still, it made him a bit on edge and he wondered...just how Stiles looked when he was at full power and laying waste to anyone that tried to hurt him or his pack. Derek had always wanted to see Stiles in full action, fighting and clawing his way through to victory and protection. Maybe one day he would get the chance. At the moment, the beta was a little worried of Stiles freaking out on him. <br><br>"What Scott does or does not do is not my business," Derek stated, but he still felt annoyed because the damn 'True Alpha' was making stupid choices. "I can't speak for him or convince him. That much was made obvious long ago." All Derek had ever wanted was to be brothers with Scott, to be partners and to know how to have each others' backs. Instead, they had a constant hate-only slight like, relationship with betrayals on both sides. From his mouth biting Gerard's skin to the time Derek broke Scott's hand to prove a point, they were on rocky ground with each other. But then Stiles said something and he snapped his head up, brows furrowing.<br><br>Unable to stop himself, he spoke, "I never said I didn't want you. I stayed away because you all didn't want or need me." It had to be said. He had no idea where all this would lead but someone had to know the big ugly feeling he'd been toting around for years. That he'd always wanted those stupid teenagers to be apart of his pack. Or to just be apart of theirs. But, well. Life had a different plan.<br><br>Smiling to himself once they parted, Derek could not help the way his body seemed to lighten up. Even his gait was different as it tried to match Stiles' own. He heard Cora call Stiles an idiot after the Hale comment but held the door for them anyway and then promptly shut it closed.&nbsp; Turning to look at Stiles, Derek shrugged, "We only like it when you roll around in our shit, Stiles. I think you lost points there, though."<br><br>"Mhm," Cora walked around to Derek's side, "You smell like McCall. Which means we have to treat you well or else our Alpha will slap us around for being rude to the member of a stranger pack." She widened her eyes a bit and leaned forward, "Aren't you lucky?" She patted Derek's arm, "I'll get them," And then wandered off with her boyfriend.<br><br>With the two of them alone in the foyer, Derek stepped to Stiles until they were inches apart, eyes a bit bright, excited with Stiles there and the possibility of introducing the only human who had never truly failed him or stabbed him in the back to his Alpha, he smirked. "You're lucky I'm not hauling your ass back to your jeep and making you go back home. Right now, you're our guest. Now, if you want me to give you a bath and tuck you in for a nap, just say the word. You should know though, wolves like to give tongue baths, not so sure I'd be doing you any hygienic favors." Lifting a finger, he stated, "Also. I cuddled with Isaac because the kid was afraid of storms. Besides, he needed my scent on him anyway. And he was the one who came back for more cuddles on the couch. So don't listen to that guy. He's a disloyal pup anyway."<br><br>Brow arching, Derek scoffed, "Who said I was carrying you back to California? Stiles seriously," the werewolf crossed his arms. "Why are you here? If you need help, our pack can perhaps do that, but you need to speed up the processing of explaining. If it's for something else...then I don't know what to tell-"<br><br>"Derek," A voice exclaimed and the beta spun around. Genevieve stood there, smile in place and eyes red, she looked at the human before her latest addition to the pack and inclined her head. "Introduce me to your friend."<br><br>"...Right. Alpha Genevieve Shepard, this is Stiles Stilinski. He's in Scott McCall's pack, a human with magical abilities," Derek looked back to Stiles and sighed. <br><br>"Ohh, how wonderful," The woman walked forward. Her hair blonde and falling to her shoulders, she was an older woman with warm brown eyes and a lilt to her voice. Her smile was sweet and she looked like an old starlet. "I've heard about you, Stiles. Little bits and pieces, here and there. Apparently you were quite the character in Derek's life. It is nice to know you're also quite handsome. So," She stopped beside Derek and inclined her head. "What is your business here today?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 22:01:59</strong>
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				"Oh my <em>Goood,</em>" Stiles groaned. For a moment he contemplated the nearby wall. It would make a terrific place to slam his head against. Somehow, he figured it wouldn't be a good idea. Not because he had any issue with possibly concussing himself. No, mainly because he prided himself in being the sane one in Scott's pack, the one who kept them out of shit and fixed territory disputes and kept Lydia from causing banshee havoc. He refused to meet the pack alpha in any way that wasn't at least mildly dignified. But that didn't mean that he wasn't seriously tempted.<br><br>Especially considering there was no telling when Cora and the boy following her around like a puppy would be back with said pack alpha.<br><br>"First, Isaac is totally the most loyal puppy ever. He gets all angsty and clingy on the anniversary of you dumping us. And he's gotten you birthday presents for the last three years. Second, have you not been listening? I am here." Stiles waved a hand as if to encompass the entirety of the house. "To find you." Now he pointed to Derek, almost jabbing the werewolf in the chest with his accusing finger. "And take you <em>back</em> to California so you can be with the pack you <em>belong with.</em>"<br><br>As Stiles had said this, he'd crowded into Derek's personal space slowly but surely. There was no sparking of magic this time, but his ire was still clearly written across his face. Honestly he'd never expected Derek to be this dense, but then again, this was the same man who'd chosen not one, but <em>two</em> homicidal girlfriends.<br><br>"Derek." That was <em>not</em> Cora's voice. Stiles leaned over to the side so that he could see around the bulk of Derek's body. Not that it mattered much, because Derek was already spinning around to face the new woman. Given her commanding presence, not to mention the red eyes, Stiles figured her for the Shepard Alpha. <em>Oh joy,</em> Stiles thought only somewhat sarcastically. "Introduce me to your friend."<br><br>With a voice that sounded less than thrilled, Derek said, "...Right. Alpha Genevieve Shepard, this is Stiles Stilinski. He's in Scott McCall's pack," more of an orgasmic collective, really, but Derek wouldn't know that since he didn't pick up phones and besides 'pack' was a much more diplomatic terming, "A human with magical abilities." This whole introduction was punctuated with a sigh.<br><br>Stiles resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the beta's back. Instead he stepped to the side of Derek and gave his most charming smile. It wasn't hard to do. Unlike many alphas that Stiles had dealt with lately, Alpha Shepard seemed sweet: all angelically blonde hair and white smiles. "I've heard about you, Stiles."<br><br>"Wish I could say the same, Alpha Shepard," Stiles said, bowing his head. "I'm afraid Derek hasn't been as communicative as one would hope. But I'm pleased to make your acquaintance nonetheless. Thank you for allowing me into your territory for an audience." It wasn't perfect, but it was the speech that usually kept him out of too much trouble. Though of course a lot of that had to do with his smile, which when he looked up again was even sweeter than before.<br><br>"So, what is your business here today?"<br><br>Swallowing down the urge to simply grab Derek and run, Stiles tilted his head to the side. He hadn't really thought this part through. Generally speaking one didn't just go around grabbing betas from other packs. But he hadn't come this many miles for no reason. Without missing a beat, he lifted one shoulder. "I'm afraid we need Derek back, Alpha Shepard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>10-11-2013, 02:41:10</strong>
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				<br>Hearing about Isaac filled Derek with a funny little feeling of guilt. He already felt like shit most days thanks to way he let Boyd and Erica down, and now to hear that. Well he just turned his head, sighing heavily and lifting his eyes to the ceiling fan. He had no way to respond to that. Glancing to his side as Stiles got closer, he turned his head slowly. Glancing at that finger and then back up to look at the handsome, appealing face. The face that told him Derek was to be going back with him. The scoff that escaped could not have been held back and he pressed his lips together, eyes bright and disbelieving. <br><br>Before he could respond though his alpha was already there and Derek was wading into waters he had no idea how to maneuver. This was all a bit much and he could not believe that the one person who had started off making his life difficult and challenging him at every step was there to bring him back. Isaac coming back for him would have made sense. Maybe even Lydia. But Stiles? He wasn't sure what to think and as he looked at Genevieve his heart was pounding so fast she just arched a brow at him.<br><br>The Alpha was enjoying just how unsettled Derek was and Cora seemed to pop up behind the woman, smirking as if she knew just why Derek could not seem to keep his eyes focused on one central point.<br><br>And then they were talking. Stiles was smiling and being charming, and his Alpha was just listening, cheerful and warm, but so in control here she had not a moment of nervousness. Not like Derek. If only he could take a page from her book. Looking over to Stiles, he narrowed his eyes and muttered, "And I did that on purpose so none of you would find me." With a sharp exhale he looked over at Genevieve who arched a perfectly shaped brow. <br><br>Reaching out, she patted Derek's arm, "Don't be rude, darling. Your friend came to see you. It's not often a person would risk so much for another." She squeezed Derek's forearm as if knowing just how unsettled this made him and then turned her attention back to Stiles. What the younger male stated had Cora growling and Genevieve well she just crossed her arms.&nbsp; "You need my beta back?"<br><br>Hazel met brown and Derek felt himself go a little cold as his Alpha seemed to be analyzing him closely. Then she glanced back to the human and stepped forward. "What you ask is...understandable. Derek is a well taught, well loved werewolf. However, Stiles. His decision to go is his alone. And what he decides, what he feels is right, you have to respect. He's been here for almost three years now. He has a home here. And we love him. Derek told me about what was behind him, and that includes Beacon Hills. It has been in his shadow for a while now and it is for a reason."<br><br>Tilting her head, she went on, "So it is not I you have to convince. But him. Just know that even if you do go and take him, we will not be invisible. We will want to know how he is, and if there is anything for us to do. After all, his sister is here with us." Both werewolves looked back and Cora nodded, she had no desire to go back. And Derek got that. They had argued about how Derek missed their home more than once.<br><br>With a sigh, she added, "And if he agrees, you are not allowed to leave right away. A week is to be given. There's a wedding in three days. It will give you both time to discuss all the details and for Derek to think about it." Smiling, she turned, "So Derek, show Stiles where the guest bathroom and bedroom is. Your friend is filthy. Have fun," She sang, and sounded almost amused as she left the living room to the two of them.<br><br>Alone now, Derek sagged back to sit against the arm of the recliner and looked over to Stiles, "Why do you need me back Stiles? I need the full story on just what has been going on before I jump right back into the shit in Beacon Hills."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>17-11-2013, 08:45:29</strong>
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				Stiles ground his teeth together slightly. So Derek <em>had</em> been hiding from them. It figured. Logic dictated that Derek's radio silence had been an attempt to cut everyone off. It just hurt to hear it confirmed. He really hadn't wanted them to come for him. <em>Why?</em> That was what Stiles couldn't understand. Not that he had much time to contemplated things. Alpha Shepard was still in the room, and he owed her his full attention.<br><br>"You need my beta back?"<br><br>With a small nod, Stiles said, "Yes, Alpha Shepard. We are a loyal and strong pack, but we are still very young. We've needed him for years now." There was a pause as Alpha Shepard seemed to survey Derek, then the moment was broken. She stepped forward and began speaking once again. Though Stiles did his utmost to stay still and respectful, he couldn't stop his eyes from flickering back to Derek's frozen form again and again. "I understand, Alpha Shepard. The Beacon Hills pack would be honored to know your pack—" or they would be, once Stiles was through with them, "—and I doubt I would succeed in kidnapping Derek even if he did not have such strong support." Which wasn't to say Stiles wouldn't have tried, if he'd thought that he had a snowball's chance in hell.<br><br>When Alpha Shepard finally swanned out of the room, Stiles was left blinking. She was, he realized, probably very similar to how Talia Hale had been. All that strength and power contained in a package of sweetness and cheer. The proverbial velvet over steel. No wonder Derek and Cora had made a home here.<br><br>"I didn't bring anything to wear to a wedding," Stiles said. He shifted his weight onto one foot and eyed a nearby couch longingly. Now that the decision had been made—he wasn't going anywhere for at least three days, possibly longer—he was suddenly all too aware of the lagging adrenaline in his body. Of how absolutely squishy and delicious and amazing that couch looked. "And as we established several years ago, we don't fit each others clothing." Frankly, he wasn't sure why he was talking about this. What he might or might not wear to the wedding was inconsequential in the face of trying to convince <em>Derek</em> to come back to Beacon Hills.<br><br>"Why do you need me back, Stiles? I need the full story on just what has been going on before I jump right back into the shit in Beacon Hills." Stiles flinched and came back to his head. Sometime when he was eyeing the couch and generally being an idiot, Derek had collapsed against the recliner. Well, perhaps not collapsed. But he certainly had an air of being one good strong puff of air away from collapsing.<br><br>"Hey, we've cleaned up most of the shit," Stiles said. He meant it to be playful, but it came out with an edge of bitterness as well. That was the problem. They had spent the last years while Derek was "finding himself" cleaning up shit. He had the scars to prove it. But it was unfair to place that blame on Derek. He'd had his own problems and monsters. So Stiles swallowed down the bitter and tried again. "Look, Derek...we're a pack made up of puppies and humans and one scary ass banshee beauty, sitting on the veritable Hellmouth. Scott's trying, he is, and he's a True Alpha," Stiles made half-hearted air quotes, "so there's that. But we don't know protocols or lore or training or anything. Every time Isaac gets a rash or Scott starts needing to piss on random trees, Lydia and I go rushing to figure out what the hell is going on. That's not even accounting for Ethan and Aiden. Ethan's puppy whipped with Danny and they just loll around in each other, and Aiden's a psychopath on a short leash." Not to mention trying to manage relations with the Argents, which was always a tenuous proposition.<br><br>The world swayed a bit before Stiles eyes, but he forced himself to remain steady. He'd gotten quite good at that, over the years. "We need a second, Derek. We need you." Because even in the depths of his selfish madness and need, when he'd made awful terrible <em>wrecking</em> decisions, he'd loved them with all the ferocity of his emotionally stunted heart. And they needed that again. Stiles rubbed at his forehead. "<em>I</em> need you."<br><br><br><br>Alone now, Derek sagged back to sit against the arm of the recliner and looked over to Stiles, "Why do you need me back Stiles? I need the full story on just what has been going on before I jump right back into the shit in Beacon Hills."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 21:25:31</strong>
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				<br>This was all a rush of information and feelings to sort through. Derek had never planned on going back. Sure, the dreams and the longing had been there but he had no idea where to begin. It was something Cora always threw in his face when he got that longing to go back home. It was the only thing they had between them to make sure Derek did not just up and leave. Cora had been on her own for years, now she had a pack, a home where she could feel like she belonged. Her short time in Beacon Hills had not been what she wanted and Derek got that. For him though, there was something that called him back. A desperate little longing that tugged on him and made him wonder 'What if'.<br><br>"We have others in the pack," Derek began, "You can borrow something. Besides, werewolf weddings aren't as fancy as human ones. It's more based on werewolf tradition and it's held in the woods. So you'll be fine." He had to admit that he felt a bit unsettled knowing Stiles would be around for a week. He just had the scent of home wrapped all up in him and it would be difficult to stand his ground.<br><br>On his perch, he crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging and pressing along his shirt, he cocked an eyebrow as Stiles managed up a slight defensive remark to the pack and just what all they had gotten up to. Tilting his head, those clear hazel eyes narrowed. Sympathy rolled in at the thought of a human and a banshee scrambling to keep their insane little pack safe. No one in the pack was an idiot but Stiles and Lydia had a better grasp on things. They were the brains behind everything, much like how a couple of wolves and a human in their pack were the ones that planned their moves. Looking down, he tightened his jaw slowly and finally inhaled before letting out the terse, unsure breath.<br><br>"Even if I came back Stiles, Scott wouldn't want to hear anything I have to say. Things might have gotten a little better towards the end, but I left and he was relieved. He's the Alpha, do you really think he's just going to accept me and let me the guy who tells him how to better run things," Derek scoffed. "He would rather listen to Deaton than me, or anyone else at this point." But as Derek watched Stiles and saw the way he seemed to be swaying, how there were bags under his eyes and a weariness that went beyond those three days of driving, he just stood.<br><br>The human had been desperate to get to him. And Derek had no idea if he would ever be any true help, but at that moment...Stiles needed him. Or at least he thought so. Walking across the living room, he reached out and took Stiles by the arm. "Come on. You're about to drop. We'll talk more about this after you've slept." Leading Stiles up the stairs, they went up one by one and then down the hall Derek opened up a door and led Stiles into his bedroom. Letting go of him, he closed the door behind him. "Just lie down. Sleep. I don't need the pack seeing my company passed out in the middle of the floor."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 03:03:36</strong>
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				It was impossible to tell if he was actually getting through to Derek. The other had always been rather stoic, but at least in the old days he'd been easy to read by his eyes and the slight movements of his mouth. Not to mention the eyebrows, which had practically their own language. Maybe it was the time or the distance or maybe Derek had just gotten better at hiding his reactions, but Stiles found that he had no idea what was going through the beta's head.<br><br>Then, there was just the slightest tightening of Derek's jaw. Not to mention that he'd dropped his gaze, which was pretty much the closest that any wolf would come to a conceding gesture when it involved humans. Stiles could feel his own body nearly vibrating with energy as he waited for a response. What he got was a breath that could have been a sigh if it wasn't so irritated. Needless to say that was kind of disappointing.<br><br>Stiles rocked back on his heels and, mouth opening in preparation to start verbally prodding at Derek once more when he was cut off. Not that Derek would realize it, given that he'd begun talking before he lifted his gaze. And despite the fact that Derek was trying to sound scary...well, Stiles thought he still knew his rescue-buddy well enough to hear the slight bit of longing. It wasn't a rejection of coming back, but rather a fear of coming back and not being brought into a new pack. Hell, Stiles was pretty sure he could charm (or badger) an Inuit into buying snow. He could work with this.<br><br>"You underestimate what watching me running around a parking lot while being chased by a nefarious, scary ass, homicidal unicorn will do for a man," Stiles said. He squinted a little, concerned that Derek seemed to be surveying him in that weirdly alpha way that said he was about to order Stiles about 'for his own good.' "I own Scott's ass, man. Well not as much as Allison and Isaac do. But he's..." He trailed off as Derek stood. Part of him, still remembering what it was like to be fifteen and dumb and scared by the maybe murder suspect, wanted to stumble back. A larger part of him, which remembered what it was like to have Derek throw that solid body between Stiles and whatever wanted to rip his throat out this week, wanted to move forward and collapse. Neither part won and so he simply stayed in place.<br><br>"Come on. You're about to drop. We'll talk more about this after you've slept." Stiles blinked at the hand that had wrapped around his bicep. Even though he'd filled out in the last few years, Derek could still nearly span the width of his arm with one of those massive paws.<br><br>"Oh my <em>God,</em>" Stiles said. Nearly whining, but not quite. At least, according to himself. He wasn't entirely sure whether he was saying that because of the fact that despite his best efforts he'd probably never live up to the Greek gods (and goddesses) that he called his friends or because Derek was dodging the conversation <em>and</em> giving him orders. No longer an alpha his ass. Sure he may not have the magicky werewolfy mojo but he was definitely still expecting that Stiles at least would follow his plans. "Ugh. Fine. But we <em>will</em> talk about it!"<br><br>This was said mainly to regain some control over the situation, because Derek was steering him steadily toward the stairs. As he was all-but-frog-marched up the stairs—which seemed way too long seriously how many stairs did a place need to have anyway?—he pestered Derek with questions. "Why did you guys come to this pack? Why is Cora still so growly? Who's getting married? Do any of you guys have jobs?" He continued in that vein, not really expecting answers.<br><br>Stiles barely even noticed when he was steered into Derek's room, only to shut his mouth with an audible 'click' of his teeth as he realized that he was alone, in a bedroom, with Derek. Derek, who he'd been halfway in love with even since he nearly pissed himself in the front seat of his father's cruiser as Derek stared him down with those intense gold-green eyes. (Let it never be said that Stiles is sane.)<br><br>"Just lie down. Sleep. I don't need the pack seeing my company passed out in the middle of the floor." Because of course, that's what Stiles was to Derek now: an unwelcome house guest. Stiles scowled and crossed his arms, stomping over to the bed. With a defiant growl, he practically threw himself onto it. He bounced once and then settled. Though he'd fully intended to stay like that, awkwardly half on and half off the bed, arms crossed uncomfortable beneath his body...well, it was hard to stay even mildly irritated when the bed smelled so good.<br><br>With another defiant growl, he toed off his shoes and then crawled the rest of the way onto the bed. After seizing a pillow to hug against his chest he said, "I'm not leaving this bed ever again." Until he convinced Derek to come back to <em>his</em> bed, at least. Or, just, a bed in Beacon Hills. <em>Eyes on the prize, Stillinski,</em> he told himself. And then, unfortunately for all his grand plans, he fell into a deep sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 05:47:49</strong>
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				<br>Stiles' ability to talk through any high stress situation was either annoying as hell, endearing, or admirable. Derek had never quite pegged a trait for it, but he knew the way the human could work around awkward sentences and stretched out silences had to be some sort of power. Stiles might not ever become supernatural but he was damn well gifted. As they went up the stairs towards his own room, Derek just shook his head from side to side. He knew he was being especially hard about this with no satisfactory responses coming out for Stiles but Derek dealt with these kind of things in his own way. That small dream of going back to Beacon Hills was possibly coming true and it scared the living shit out of him. His hand tightened for a moment around the human's shoulder as he let go and watched human sprawl across his own bed. Which just threw in that human's scent with his own and had his gut curling in a pleasant little manner.<br><br>"We go to school," Derek replied, finally, "Cora and I do. But the others have their jobs. I work on the weekends at a bar in town...but mainly I work here, with the pack. Now go to sleep, we'll discuss everything once you're not so frayed." Hearing that statement, Derek just huffed and pulled the door closed behind him. His tight grip nearly bent the iron but he leaned back into the wood instead. What the hell was he supposed to do? <br><br>With Stiles tucked away, Derek went down stairs to finish up his job for the day. He needed to teach some of the younger children and honestly he knew it could distract him, make his mind turn to something far more productive, rather than destructive. But even screaming young werewolves and cute cherubic fanged faces did little to help him when he could hear Stiles' heartbeat so close.<br><br>After lessons, Genevieve approached him in the living room. "Derek. You need to talk to him." She smiled when the beta looked up, eyes wide and a little wounded. "You have to face him and that part of your past he brings with him. I know you care for him. So take care of your relationship and make sure that whatever you choose, you do it because you want to better yourself. Understood?" Reaching out, she lightly brushed her palm over his jaw and smiled as he lowered his head and leaned into the gesture of affection. "And know, that whatever you decide, you will always have a home here to come back to. Just in case."<br><br>Later that evening, as dinner cooked, Derek went upstairs and into his room where Stiles was. He wandered over, quiet, he could smell the sweat of the heat and long ride, the grime that came with road trips and junk food from gas stations, but it didn't disgust Derek. It just sort of drew him in to know that Stiles had gone through that just to find him and make contact. Rolling his eyes, disgusted now with his ridiculous thoughts, he sighed. "Stiles...Stiles wake up, dinner will be ready soon." Lifting a foot he put it on the mattress and bounced it up and down, smirking as he watched Stiles' head bob from side to side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 22:23:39</strong>
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				Even in his dreamland, Stiles could identify the smell of delicious food. It was like a magic sixth sense, even if it was really just his sense of smell and bottomless pit of a stomach combining forces. Still, it had been so long since he'd slept properly that instead of waking up like he normally would have, his dreams just started incorporating food. Mountains of food. Gorgeous, wondrous food. If he was drooling a little on Derek's pillow nobody's was gonna say anything.<br><br>"Stiles...Stiles wake up, dinner will be ready soon." That sounded suspiciously like Derek, which Stiles knew it couldn't possibly be. After all, he was in a bed. Which meant he'd either cracked out the emergency credit card for a cheap ass motel, or he'd dreamed up the whole idiotic quest and was in his own bed at home. He let out a protesting groan and rolled over, away from the noise. His stomach grumbled. Okay, maybe he <em>should</em> get up because seriously, food. Food was fucking amazing.<br><br>Punctuating this last thought was a faint pressure on the edge of the bed. It was marked only by a change in the mattress springs, the sort of thing he totally wouldn't have even been aware of if he hadn't been dead, oozing weight atop said springs. Except then it started bouncing. Repeatedly. Evilly.<br><br>Stiles tried to move but his limbs were still frozen in sleep paralysis, which was fucking with his brain that was coming to conciousness a whole hell of a lot faster than his body. "Stop, stop, oh my <em>god</em>!" he yelped. He'd already fallen over onto his back, head lolling limply. Apparently his face was going to work faster than his limbs. He cracked his eyes open and scowled. Well whad'ya know, Derek was there. Smirking.<br><br>"I hate you. Did you mention dinner?" One track mind. It was something Stiles lacked. Instead of continuing to be annoyed with Derek, which was logically what he should have done, he rolled over again and lunged for the beta's leg, intent on clinging to it like a koala. After all, Derek had put it there, in reaching distance. His body still wasn't cooperating as well as it should, since he just managed to grab the man's jeans. "I am starving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 22:30:25</strong>
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				<br>That smug little smirk widened into a small smile as Stiles' lean form rocked just how he'd hoped it would. The beta was being a little mean, but well, after all the shit they'd doled out to each other, he knew the human could take it. Besides, the younger male was not getting up and ugh, was that drool on his pillow? Rolling his eyes, he just gave a particularly hard shove of his foot to make the mattress bounce and smiled as he seemed to struggle with what to do. Once those lids lifted up however, he school his expression back into a smirk and lifted a dark, bushy brow. Finally, his foot stopped and he shrugged, "You wouldn't get up...come on. They've made spaghetti and meatballs, lots of it. Plus garlic bread, salad, the works." <br><br>They often went for dishes that would feed a small football team since the pack were all carnivorous and desperately hungry probably all the time. It was why they went to the store once a week and bought in stock. Especially with teen werewolves around, and children, it was just good sense to have as much food as possible at all times before they turned around and ate each other.<br><br>"Yes, dinner, come on, get yourself washed up and then you can eat." He was about to pull back but Stiles was quick. Grunting when those long arms moved around his leg, he snorted, watching as Stiles hung on, whining about food. "Stiles," He sighed.<br><br>"Let go," He jerked his leg back, but the human was still on so he did what he did best. Derek used his strength and drug the human off the bed with his leg and shook him off. Free, he wandered to the door. "Wash up. You smell terrible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cerevan</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 16:47:33</strong>
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				Stiles <em>knew</em> he'd seen the shadow of a smirk on the other man's face, right in that heartbeat moment when he'd first cracked an eye open. In the end that didn't mean much though, because as soon as he'd properly blinked his eyes properly open Derek had been back to his old-school scowl. Complete, might he add, with the raised eyebrow of doom that always meant he thought Stiles was being a bit of an idiot.<br><br>Pfft, as though he weren't the one that had been causing Stiles to flop around like a pathetically beached whale in the first place.<br><br>But how was he to argue with the mention of food? He wasn't that's what. Especially not when the food was spaghetti with meatballs. And <em>garlic bread</em>. It had been at least three weeks since he last had a properly home cooked meal. Not that he wasn't a fan of Funyons and thirteen kinds of energy drinks, but it wasn't exactly nutritious. (And yeah, fine, he wouldn't admit it all that out loud, but he could at least admit it to himself. He could also grab onto Derek.<br><br>Hah, the beta was getting slow and lazy in the relative quiet of his new pack. No way Stiles would have gotten away with that back when everyone was in Beacon Hills. "Washing up is good if it involves showers," he said, "But not if it involves denying me food. I'm a growing boy. And I'm <em>starving</em>." As if to punctuate this statement his stomach let out a loud gurgle. Anyone else would probably be embarrassed by their body doing such a thing. Stiles wasn't most people. He turned his golden hazel gaze on Derek and pouted out his lower lip. "See?"<br><br>"Let go." That was a less than inspiring response. Especially when it was swiftly followed by Derek trying to pull out of his grip. <em>Never</em>, Stiles thought, only barely keeping himself from saying as much. Instead he clung on tighter. Lets see Derek try to get rid of him now. Only problem was, he hadn't accounted for Derek's strength. Really he should've, but he hadn't. Promptly dragged off the bed—he could swear he now had rug burns on his stomach—and then shaken off, he flopped onto his side and watched Derek stride toward the door.<br><br>If nothing else, at least he was afforded a nice view of the werewolf's ass. "Wash up. You smell terrible." Because someone with such a fine ass had to be a metaphorical ass. Problem was of course that Stiles couldn't really protest that he smelled terrible. He smelled terrible to <em>himself</em>, and he didn't even have a freaky werewolf nose.<br><br>"Fine," he said, scowling just a little at the other man's back. "Just...uh...where <em>is</em> the bathroom in this place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: And then there's you [Cerevan&amp;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 20:04:47</strong>
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				<br>Stomping away to the door of his room, Derek was intent on escaping so he could take a moment not to turn into this bumbling mess around Stiles when the rest of the pack was close by. It was hardly much of a surprise though, Stiles could yank out that personality of Derek's like a shallow thorn and revel in it. Honestly, the werewolf had missed the scrawny human and how they could insult and mess with each other but still know that if shit got serious, they could help one another. All the times Stiles had saved Derek proved that, and Derek just hoped that whatever he had done for Stiles in comparison was clear to the human that Derek would always be there to help.<br><br>Even if he had run over three hundred miles away to escape everything his home had given to him in the long run. <br><br>Before he could leave, he just rolled his eyes and pointed to a door in his room, "Right there. I share it with Cora. So feel free to use whatever soap is in there, there are spare toothbrushes beneath the sink as well as some towels. So go, please." Looking back, he smirked, "We'll save you a space at the table, oh and a plate I guess since you're a growing boy." Slipping out, Derek escaped downstairs and went rushing into the dining room. <br><br>"Derek," Cora called, "Come help us serve." Taking a sharp turn into the kitchen, Derek did just that and helped everyone get the plates in and the children settled at their places. <br><br>"Put Stiles next to me," Derek said gruffly and he ignored the way his sister just smirked and so he went to grab the garlic bread. Before long, everyone was seated with Genevieve at the table, talking to the werewolves and humans near her. Derek was more towards the other end, poking the meatballs on his plate and listening out for Stiles.
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