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[merthur - rated T - 2476 words - gorgeous artwork by @count-pudding!!]

The sight was unfamiliar to Merlin, which in itself was probably cause for some level of concern.

Indeed, Merlin's expertise was second to none when it came to Arthur's various facial expressions. He was also well versed in Arthur's arcane body language, and proficient in the minute nuances lacing Arthur's huffs and hums. Every set of that jaw, every sharpening of those eyes, every twitch of those distracting lips told Merlin something of the inner workings and subtle moods of his princely prat.

It wasn't exactly that Arthur was an open book — far from it. It was just that Merlin had perfected the delicate art of reading him, through many (many, many) hours (days, months, years) of watchful presence and dedicated, selfless service to the emotionally constipated clotpole who had become his raison d'être. It was not strictly a healthy thing to be so cognizant of another man's state of mind at any given moment, but it did help keep them alive — to say nothing of the many hurled boots, pillows and cups Merlin had been able to deftly dodge over the years thanks to said intimate knowledge.

One could say that Merlin had seen Arthur at his glorious best and at his very pathetic worst and all the shades in between.

Which is why Merlin had a bit of a pause when he saw… what he was seeing.

Arthur. Utterly drunk. His flushed face a pathetic, glassy-eyed, rubicund mess, resting on the unyielding surface of the sturdy oak table in a smear of his own sweaty misery.

It was good pay. He got dental and everything. Didn't have to deal with customers as he worked in the back.

Til one day while he was in the middle of soldering a clasp for a bracelet and he hears the talk out front. Normally he wears his ear buds but he forgot to charge them the night before.

" This isn't your work. Who you taking me for? You outsourcing now? My private collection?"

" No Mr. Stark. Never. I'm getting older. You know kids these days they don't want to take over family business... I found someone else to help out. All by the books. "

It’s sweet, even if Tony spends half the time bitching about the boy’s living conditions (really, it’s not that bad, Tony. You’re just bougie as hell). A week later, he comes back to his dorm to a couple of packages. There’s a bunch of fancy-sounding shit Peter can’t pronounce even if he wants to. Like, why the hell would he need a shaver that costs $500???? Or a complete set of toiletries that costs more than his Molecular Biophysics textbook? Or bedsheets that are so ridiculously soft and cool to the touch that it makes waking up for his 8am classes somewhat impossible?

There’s also a box that’s basically just snacks. Lots of it. Because Peter had complained about how the vending machine was always spoilt and the options meager.

So yeah, he thinks Tony’s got quite the soft spot for him even if he hides it behind his “yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Pete”.

He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the text: lol, a bit overboard, but thank you daddy 😉

Again, Peter had meant it as a goof because he knows Tony can get a little dramatic about his age.

The Sky Charm by leii-leii

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11299410/1/The-Sky-Charm

Tsuna’s (arguably) best trait is put to good use with his new job at the cake shop. AU, Drabble fic, ALL27

The Sky Shall Forever be Eternal by Hweanime

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11107172/1/The-Sky-Shall-be-Forever-Eternal

Tsunayoshi. He has been disappointed by many and tired of everything around him. Even the sky no longer mesmerises and entrances him with its unpredictable elements. But maybe, maybe he would give one last chance. One last chance for Vongola to redeem itself. Immortal!Tsuna, All27

Dandelion Boy by PinkPaper Crane

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11246182/1/Dandelion-Boy

Tsuna is a special boy who can feel other’s emotions. He also has a absent father and a drunkard for a mother. When his life takes an unexpected turn at the age of five, he makes it a point to live to the fullest. When the mafia come knocking on his door, what’s this poor boy to do? Arco!27, Empath!27, Child!27, mild All27. T to be safe AU

Asphodels by PinkPaper Crane

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11277832/1/Asphodels

When it comes down to it, kindness is all Tsuna is. And kindness is just another word for greed. And in the end, as he watches the tears fall down, Tsuna does not regret it, because Tsuna is greedy, and the pacifier is greedy, and for all his kindness, Tsunayoshi is a selfish boy. Arco!27, Abandoned!27, sort of All27.

Vast as the Ocean, Eternal as the Sky by mangamaniac48

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1487644

Tsuna’s influence was far reaching and consequential – he would never truly know or appreciate just how much, but everyone else did, in their own way.

Kindergarten Warfare by breadsticks

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4619127/1/Kindergarten-Warfare

Tsuna-chan is a kindergarten teacher. His attention is often divided up into his beloved students, his beloved ex-students, and his grumpy sadistic boyfriend. It’s a bloody battlefield.

Zaibatsu by Ashurato

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4585061/1/Zaibatsu

AU and TYL. What the Tenth President of Vongola Zaibatsu lacks in height, he makes up in his presence and the ability to control the six snarling beasts under the guise of his Vice-Presidents. TYL!Guardians/TYL!Tsuna, 6927 main.

The Sky is a Pathetically Broken Limit by Arwana13 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11117606/1/The-Sky-is-a-Pathetically-Broken-Limit

Tsuna would just like to say that before their brothers threw themselves in their lives with all the grace of elephants, he and his elements were doing just fine. They didn’t need relations to the Vongola to terrify the tar out of their enemies.

Embrace The Sky by Tatsumaki-sama

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11187229/1/Embrace-The-Sky

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IT WORKS

Is this new???? I've been wanting wildcard relationship search for YEARS 😍😍😍

Robby notices because it's his job. They're a teaching hospital so keeping track of med students and where they are isn't out of the ordinary. He notices that this particular med student has taken a liking to Whitaker. He notices how clingy he seems to be and how he absolutely beams when Dennis gives him any sort of praise. He notices how he blushes up to his ears when Dennis gives him one of his awkward, tight lipped smiles. He notices how there isn't any room to stand beside Dennis because that boy is always there.

derek on his knees between stiles’ legs waiting for his next command

derek getting called “good boy” even when [if] he does a bad thing

I've recently set up a Google Drive folder linking up to many deleted fics. I have a little hobby of tracking down great deleted fics and downloading them for my pleasure, and I'd say I've gotten pretty good at it tbh. I didn't realize I have so many now, so I set up a drive folder and decided to make it public.

I have it organised by author, so hopefully you can recognize the stuff. I'll put the names of the authors in the tags, and you're def gonna recognize them. People on twitter are already freaking out about everything I have lol. (P.S. ever heard of yours, in murder by May Marlow? Read it. Cuz I got it.)

So please enjoy my library of recovered fics. I also take requests if you want me to find a deleted fic of some sort. Altho be warned, my area of expertise is tomarry, but I'm sure I could still track down a few fics.

Edit: Btw I'm still adding fics to this folder. So if there's anything you're missing out on I suggest coming back to check every once in a while.

Edit 2: There's an ongoing problem that a few people have brought up to me. Turns out some people can't open the files. The reason why is because I download the webpage directly from chrome, usually, and those are html files, but when I download the webpage, the file isn't automatically recognized as html for some reason, so I end up putting it into the Google drive and it's an unrecognized file type, which is why some of you can't open it. There's an easy way to fix that. Just download the file then rename it. Add ".html" to the end of the file name and you should be good to go. And for those that don't like to read html files, you can convert it to an epub or wtv else by using free sites like cloud convert and then you're good to go.

He never got the winter weather protocols. He should have known something was up when the lab started emptying out earlier. Its how he ended up alone in the lab at the end of his shift. And now officially locked in the building as the news announced s moved into a level 3 snow emergency.

"Well shit."

Peter pulls out his new employee packet and flips through to see if there is anything he can do. He reads a line that in an event of weather related lock down, he can access a floor to stay the night. There is a unique pass code he can use in the elevator to take him there.

Peter packs up his stuff and heads to the main elevator. He types in the code.

"Code Accepted. Greetings Mr. Parker. Room 5 is available for use currently. The frig is stocked and you are welcome to us the kitchen."

" Oh! Um thank you. Is there anyone else stuck here in the tower?"

" Yes. Atleast 10 people."

" Okay. Cool cool. I'm not the only one. Has anyone eaten yet? I can cook."

" No one has eaten yet. "

" is there enough ingredients for me to make shepherds pie? For atleast 15 people? Some if ppl want more we have it?"

There was a pause for a moment before the elevator stilled.

" Yes there is enough. Thank you for the generous offer. I will announce to the others when you finish."

The doors opens to a large living room in what appears to be a penthouse. But he already spotted the large restaurant quality kitchen. He looked down the long hallway and saw the doors that were labeled. Finding room 5 he left his coat and backpack there before heading out to the kitchen.

Maybe it was an accident that Peter got that code to be let in to this particular floor. Or maybe that protocol was never updated.

Bodyswap Au Superbat

Bruce and Clark have known each other for years, they're friends, now more, at the beginning of a new relationship, but Clark has always had issues with how Bruce raised his children.

One day, after Robin nearly dies, the two argue, escalating to the point where Clark yells, "I'm sorry those kids have a father like you! You don't even try! You're the worst thing that could have ever happened to them."

Silence, Bruce doesn't respond, but Clark knows he's hurt him, he can hear his heartbeat, but before he can say anything else, the alarm sounds that the Watchover is under attack by Green Lantern's enemies.

They intervene, with Clark promising himself he'll apologize properly to the other once the crisis is over. However, both are injured and hit by an enemy weapon, losing consciousness.

Upon awakening, Clark immediately realizes something is wrong: he's not in his body, but in Bruce's, while Bruce is in his, currently in a coma, surrounded by Kara, Jon, and Kon.

No one has come for Bruce. Clark quickly explains the situation, and J'ohn suggests they stay for a checkup to determine what weapon the aliens used.

Clark agrees and stays by Bruce's side, hoping he'll wake up. A few days pass, Bruce still hasn't woken up, and Clark feels uncomfortable not seeing any of Bruce's kids come.

Until Red Robin arrives, and Clark believes Kon has tipped him off.

Instead, Red Robin has come to discuss WE business, even seeming annoyed at having to do it there, saying that Bruce was wasting his time and should already be back in action, his injuries not being that serious.

Clark is surprised by the tone used and is about to tell him about the body swap, but Red Robin doesn't let him speak, continuing to complain and ending up insulting the other man several times.

Clark wants to believe it's a way to show concern, but Red Robin never once asks about his injuries, insisting that he return to Gotham, even though he's not ready.

It's only when Kon arrives and reveals that Red Robin is talking to Clark and the body-swap situation that Red Robin finally realizes the situation is serious. Clark, however, suspects that Red Robin is more upset about speaking to Clark like that, not Bruce.

"When one of you is hurt, your father begs you to rest. It doesn't seem like a shared habit."

Clark regrets his lack of super hearing, so he'd at least know Red Robin's reaction.

In that family, everyone is far too good at hiding their emotions. Unfortunately, Bruce Wayne, unlike Clark Kent, can't stay out of the public eye for too long, and Clark must leave the Watchtower to avoid arousing suspicion and go to Gorham.

While there, he experiences a typical Bruce day, and realizes something: Bruce's children have no respect for their parent.

Not in the rebellious way of many teenagers or young adults, a phase that should be mostly out of the way by now, but in the way they don't respect his boundaries, they seek out Bruce first, even striking first just to make a point, downplaying his traumas, not caring about his injuries, treating him as if he were the alien, and not caring about his feelings.

He sees all this because he asked Red Robin not to say anything. He wants to see everyone's genuine reactions to Bruce's return after an alien attack.

Needless to say, he's not impressed at all.

When J'ohn finally tells him that a way to reverse the effects of the body swap has been found, he's happy, but he decides to talk to Dick first, revealing who he is and telling him what he's thought of Bruce as a parent for years.

Before Dick could say anything (and Clark worries that Dick would agree with him), Clark admits he was wrong.

Bruce is a good father. He's not perfect, he's made mistakes, but he loves them all. He doubts the feeling is mutual.

Dick retorts that it's not true, and Clark reminds him what everyone did while he was in Bruce's body, also pointing out that no one went to the Watchtower immediately after the attack.

He understands that they've all had problems in the past, he acknowledges that.

However, he doesn't justify the way they say "I hate you" to Bruce as if it meant nothing.

He's very disappointed (especially in himself for never realizing anything) and promises that as soon as everyone returns to their bodies, there will be changes.

"What do you want to do, Clark? Stop us from seeing our father? Do you think Bruce will let you do that?"

"Bruce loves you too much for that. But it's time we set boundaries, and you learned that there are consequences to how you treat someone. You can't keep treating Bruce like the worst human being in the world and then expect him to treat you the same way he always does."

"Boundaries? Clark, that's..."

"This is the least I can do. I can't save your relationship, not when you've so actively worked to undermine it, but I'll do everything in my power to protect Bruce. He loves you, and I know how devastated he would be if he lost any if you. But listen to me, Dick. Make one false move, just one, and you'll see that I'm not as forgiving as your father."

P.S It's very long ://

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Derek feeling so guilty and ashamed for just thinking Stiles' moles are pretty, and then realizing with horror later that he might even be attracted to Stiles, the same Stiles whos 6 years younger then him.

He's so horrified by this development that he tries to stay away from Stiles, that even when Scott needs to know something about werewolfs and brings his lanky friend, he ignores him, gives him the cold shoulder, makes him fall for the annoyed look he gives and then feel bad about it later.

However, as time goes on, Derek just can't get Stiles out of his head, even if the thought is just an innocent, "I wonder how Stiles is doing?" after a conversation with Scott or with one of his betas.

He doesn't even mean to get so in his head about avoiding Stiles that he accidentally wanders to the Stilinski household one night, and he doesn't mean to climb the side of the house and see if Stiles left his window unlocked, he doesn't mean to go inside the boys room and just stare at his sleeping form that by the time he realizes what he's done he's now hard and wants to mark Stiles with his cum.

He really doesn't mean for any of that to happen...but it does...for a couple of weeks... maybe a month... but really who's counting the number of times that he's climbed into Stiles room, and just watched him sleep, and sometimes taken his cock out to jerk off to the sounds of Stiles' breathing, not Derek that's for sure!

It just keeps happening, and at this point Derek has become so obsessed with Stiles that he's thinking about him constantly, wanting to be near him and be able to touch him too, and now Derek is telling himself (or trying to) that tonight will be the last night he goes through that boy's window and watches him sleep!

But this time it's different, this time instead of Stiles sleeping in his Batman t-shirt and some pajama pants, he's naked, completely naked.

No shirt, no pants, not even some underwear!

Derek though is frozen, he's shocked, he never thought that he'd see his boy naked, not at all, but now he has and it's fucking shock inducing.

He can see all of Stiles, because not only is he naked, but Stiles has somehow kicked his blanket off his body that he's not even covered, at all.

Derek wants to touch him, wants to touch his arms that have splayed across his stomach and bed, wants to touch his spread out legs, wants to touch the boys breasts, wants to lick those perked nipples, and he really wants to touch, lick, and suck his boys cunt.

He gulps, and thinks "I'm going to hell." and moves towards Stiles naked form.

He crouches, and sits on the bed, and tries to stay as still and quiet as possible, and it seems like he's doina a aood iob. Stiles is still peacefull sleeping.

Derek stares for a minute, and slowly brings his hand up towards Stiles' face, and cups his cheek, his thumb going back and forth in a gentle manner.

After a few more minutes of this, he eventually arranges Stiles' body, moving him around to get comfortable and spread out for him, moving his limbs is easier than he thought, and Stiles hasn't even stirred.

Once thats finished he stands back up again, and takes off his black henley shirt, then his pants and underwear not wanting to dirty them up.

He gets back onto the bed, and looms over Stiles' body, he plants his hands on either side of his body, his knees are in between Stiles' legs, spreading them even more than before.

Finally he leans forward, bringing up one of his arms to lean onto his weight, his face is an inch away from Stiles, he can hear his own heart pounding from the close proximity.

He decides that if he's doing this he at least needs to know what Stiles' lips taste and feel like against his own, again he moves, slowly but steadily plants his lips onto the others.

His eyes closed, his movements gentle.

Derek thinks his lips fit perfectly against his own.

He moves back, opens his eyes and looks down, Stiles is still alseep, somewhere in the back of his head he wants him to wake up, to see how much Derek has gotten from him, to look at his looming form and widen his eyes, but that thought is thrown out as quickly as it comes, he doesn't want to see the fear that will come, doesn't want that, he wants Stiles to look at him the next time and smile, completely unaware.

Before he knows it, he's moving down, his face now being an inch away from the others chest, from his perked nipples, and can see the goose bumps around his tits.

He smirks before bringing one of them to his mouth, and licks.

Stiles moves a bit from the touch, and Derek freezes instantly, his heart now beating more rapidly than before, and then trys to calm it down, all Stiles did was stir, nothing more, but he's still frozen.

A minute ticks by, and finally Derek moves again, wanting to get more than just a lick to a tit.

He once again brings the breast to his mouth, but this time putting it in his mouth, and sucks, gently and not to hard.

He does this for a minute just sucking it.

Moving back, and leaving a trail of saliva on it, he brings lips to it and kisses it before moving down again, kissing softly at Stiles' skin as he goes down, and before he goes down further he hears a sound, and pulls back, lifting himself up fully.

He listens, and waits.

Nothing.

He nods, and proceeds down again, now looking at Stiles cunt, he breathes him in, he looks up from his position and sees Stiles still alseep, his head has turned but nothing else, and thats all the answer he needs before bringing his lips to the boys folds.

He kisses them, cherishing the way he feel against his lips, and opens his mouth letting his tongue feel them too.

He hears a sharp in take of breath, he stills and looks up.

Stiles' face is furrowed, but nothing to indicate he has woken up, he breathes a sigh of relief, and continues his work, continuing letting his tongue lick and explore and its not long before letting his tongue enter Stiles' entrance.

He thrusts it.

Letting it be all the pleasure that Stiles gets.

It's not long before Stiles is cumming, and he moves back, slick all over his face, his breathing is a little more intense but he doesn't mind it.

Once he calms down, he lifts himself back up again, and brings his hands to Stiles' legs and pulls them on top of his hips.

Brings a hand to his already hard cock, and moves it to Stiles' entrance, and gently puts it in, he stills for a minute letting Stiles adjust to him before moving the next half of his cock further in.

He lets out a loud sigh, and leans his body back down, his face once again an inch from Stiles' own.

Staring for a minute before he finally moves, his thrust gentle, and he's thinking not for the first time that night that Stiles is so beautiful, the way his brows furrow, and the way his lips part.

Stiles breathing has now started to sound more ragged, more breathy, but it seems thats all, he probably thinks he's having a good dream.

Derek furrows his own brows at that thought, making himself jealous of who Stiles might be thinking of, it's stupid, he has him right here, and for right now that's enough, it's more than enough for the night.

His thrusts are now nothing like how they were a few minutes ago, gentle and slow to long and steady, like he wants to hear what noises Stiles can make from this, but Stiles has yet to wake, only breathy moans, and the clenching of his walls around his cock.

Derek moves down again, still thrusting, and captures Stiles' lips, his tongue moving over them waiting for an opening, he gets one.

Sticking his tongue into the mouth, moving his own around like trying to claim ownership of it, he brings a hand up and grips Stiles jaw to open it further, he gets his lips around Stiles' tongue and sucks on it.

Pulling back after a few more gentle sucks, he lifts Stiles legs higher onto his hips, deciding that he wants to see his boys tits move while he fucks him, wants to see his face clench and wants to hear more of the breathy sounds from his parted lips.

He thrusts, hard this time, and then another, and another, till he gets ahold of the rhythm.

Moans and grunts can be heard around the room, the rocking of the bed can be heard from outside it too.

He's close, he can tell Stiles is too, if the clenching and moans are anything to go by.

"Fuck." Derek says while throwing his head back, and thrusts his hips against Stiles' hard, and stills wanting every drop of his cum in Stiles' cunt, it's not long before he softly collapses on top of Stiles own body.

Breathing hard, and letting his cock just be warmed by the walls around it before taking it out, and pushes him self off of Stiles, and just for a moment lays with him, like a lover, like a partner.

He lets his eyes close for a minute before opening them again, he sighs, and sits up.

He turns his head towards Stiles, who is still fucking sleeping, and laughs a little, he brings one of his hands up again and strokes his cheek and leans down, "You're so beautiful baby." he whispers.

He sits for a minute just listening, and sighs, it's relaxing but he needs to leave so he gets up and picks his clothes from the floor, and slowly dresses himself once more.

Once he's done he turns back and sees some wipes and decides he can at least wipe his boy down, he grabs one, and moves back again where Stiles is still resting.

He moves Stiles' leg so he can clean in between them, he wipes him down once he's satisfied with the clean up.

Derek grabs Stiles' blanket and puts it right over him, and moves towards the window but looks back once more, just looking, waiting for any movement from Stiles, theres none once again.

He sighs, maybe it's out of relief, maybe it's not, but he climbs out and heads to his burnt home, and thinks to himself that he wants Stiles again, he needs Stiles again, needs to feel him again, needs to hear those breathy sounds once more, and he doesn't even care if Stiles doesn't want him, he'll make him want him, make him need him, and only him.

Stiles, Scott and a group of their friends go to a resort for a trip, either over Christmas or spring break or something. Derek and his family, who are alive but still werewolves, own the retort. Stiles knows about werewolves still as well. I think Scott is one.

While they are there Stiles and Derek start hanging out and hooking up and falling for each other. Stiles meets some of Derek’s family. I think at least his mom and Laura.

Then when Stiles is about to leave he gives Derek his phone number so they can keep in touch but Derek washes his pants and looses the paper with the number. He’s talking to Laura or his mom I think and they make him realize Stiles is his mate.

Meanwhile Stiles is heartbroken because Derek isn’t calling him. Then Stiles dad books them the resort again as a surprise for their, I think graduation because he heard how much fun they had the last time.

When they get there Stiles stays in the car because he doesn’t want to run into Derek because he’s embarrassed and hurt Derek never contacted him. But Derek sees Scott at the front counter checking in and runs out (I think breaking the glass front door) and pulls Stiles out of the car. Happy ending.

Hi! It's this legend!

Puzzle Pieces by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

Everyone in town knows Derek is completely obsessed with Stiles. The Sheriff gets stopped by people he doesn't even know gushing about Stiles' doting boyfriend.

When Stiles comes back to town, he is completely weirded out by how everyone grins at him, freaks out when random servers at the diner know his name. He thinks he's being targeted by a witch or a fairy when the check out guy at the grocery store says "Sup, Stiles" and adds his favourite candy to his cart without asking. He is absolutely sure something is wrong when he gets stopped at the park by a group of older women who all pinch his cheeks and coo at him and promise to drop off his favourite cinnamon rolls at his house later. How do they even know Stiles' favourite dessert is cinnamon rolls?!

Derek knows humans are fragile in comparison to wolves. He did have human siblings after all and his mother drilled their vulnerability into him since he was old enough to understand. He knows he has to be gentle around them, knows they are weaker and prone to sickness. Consciously he knows this, but he isn't at all prepared for when Stiles—the only human in the pack—is hurt.

Actually hurt.

Gasping, crying, arms shaking in pain hurt.

He doesn't know what the fuck to do. Because they're alone, trapped, and he can smell the wrongness coming off the human. He can hear his heartbeat fluctuating from weak to sporadic and the sweat and blood and scent of fear blankets the enclosed space so profoundly he thinks he's going to suffocate off the smell.

He siphons away whatever he can but there's still too much. It's barely a bandage over an open artery, like trying to put out a fire with an eyedropper. Even with him pulling away most of the pain the infection has already spread. Every gasping breath and rattling cough has Derek's body twitching in panic.

Human.

The word is a curse, a defect in his world. If Stiles were a wolf he could re-brake and heal the broken rib digging into his lung. The gash on his side would have slowed in it's bleeding if not stopped all together. If he were a wolf there would be no infection or sickness or bloody nose. The bite is a gift.

Derek doesn't know what to do with the frail, weakened human laying with his head on his thigh. He can't even think through the dread and worry and helplessness. Stiles curls in on himself, leans into the hand that is trying to staunch the blood and pull away the pain.

"Not quite how I imagined things would go when I daydreamed about my face down in your lap Sourwolf..." He jokes. Derek almost wants to shake him for it. Stiles is dying and he's joking.

"Don't talk. The pack should be here soon."

"N-Not talk? Have you met me? I'm alone in the dark with Beacon Hill's most eligible grump and you expect me not to make a sex joke?"

"Stiles!" Derek growls and then stops when he hears the awful whistling sound coming from his chest.

"I'm fine. Just a little fever..." Derek wishes it were just a little fever. Wishes he knew the difference between a little fever and this. He doesn't remember his baby sister feeling this warm when his mother said she was sick. He doesn't really remember much of the younger ones... the human ones. Maybe he'd be more helpful if he did...

"Stop it." Stiles chastise. "You keep frowning like that and you're eyebrows will grow together." Derek hates that he does this... Hates that he's the one in pain and he's still trying to lighten Derek's mood. Hates that he's smiling at him through a grimace, that he's looking at him like he's worth something when he knows he isn't.

"I'm okay Der." Stiles says gently. "You k-know you can't actually get rid of me right? I've sorta got a pool going with the pack. How long it'll take till I can get you to say you love me. It's gotta be unironically of course. Lydia's rules." Derek feels his heartbeat tick up at that and Stiles smiles. "I say this year, Scott gave you three. But I know I'm your favorite so it shouldn't be hard."

"Stop moving." He begs when Stiles turns onto his back to look up at him.

"Better view."

"Stiles!" Stubborn! Humans were stubborn. Weak and frail and as stubborn as they came.

"You're beautiful." Stiles murmurs and Derek feels his breath catch in his throat. "Maybe that's wrong to say to a guy huh? But like, I always thought it. Y-Your eyes. I like looking at them. Even when you go all grumpy and broody and flash red at me, they're still beautiful."

Derek feels Stiles' body shake with another jolt of pain and maybe, he's the one crying now. "You gotta promise me something Der, okay? P-Please. You gotta take care of my dad."

"Don't-"

"Would you just listen? I love Scott, I trust him with my life. He's my brother when it comes down to it but he's pretty freaking useless when he's got a new girlfriend with him and dad's going to be bad for a while. He'll drink. A lot... or worse he'll just jump head first into any job they throw at him. P-Please just watch over him for me?." Derek feels himself nodding and Stiles' pained smile widens.

"You know you've always been my alpha right?" Derek startles at that. "Like I said, I love Scott and I love the pack. I'd do anything for any one of you but... since the beginning. Since the start, you've always been my alpha."

"Stiles-"

"Just take care of dad. Scott will be okay, Lydia might need you more than she lets on. And Isaac says he doesn't want anything to do with you but it's not true. I-It's not. If anything he wants you to be proud of him. So call him okay? He'd be on the next flight home, he'd be back here at your side the second he sees your name light up. He kept the same number. Explain it to him. Tell him why you sent him away. N-Not for you, for him. He thinks you hate him, don't let him think it anymore."

Derek can't understand. Can't begin to make sense of this human. This small, 145 pound, eighteen year old looking up at him with all the tranquility and calmness of a condemned man. He's no longer scared. Fear has been replaced with a sense of serenity and its worse! Far worse than the terror. Derek presses harder onto the bleeding wound, chokes on the sob that wants to wrench it's way out of his throat when he hears it... The low howl a mile off.

He covers Stiles' ears and howls back, feeling relief and hope and looking at those confused brown eyes that haven't stopped watching him since they ended up in this hell hole.

"D-Der?"

"I love you." He says, because he does. Because he's never not cared for this ridiculous human being. He had been his headache, his friend, his anchor... The one who has protected him, saved him, given him a family when he never thought he deserved it. The resilient, caring little human that looked at him like he meant something. Like he was worthy of meaning something.