#fbi derek

Don’t be sorry, that’s great!

I watched the teaser for Teen Wolf 6B and OMG FBI STILES!!! I absolutely loved the idea of him as FBI so I drew these two sketches. First one is SWAT!FBI featuring Derek as a sidekick because that totally had to happen. Second one is CrimeScene!FBI Stiles because I also liked the idea of him being involved with serial killer investigations, and let’s be honest, he’d probably be really great at it.

“No werewolf speed or strength this time, promise me!” Stiles said and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. Stiles usually enjoyed working out with Derek, but these last couple of weeks the gym had been almost empty, and Derek had used that to his advantage.

Unlike when the gym was full of people, Derek could use his wolf powers to boost his strength and speed and actually challenge himself. But it wasn’t worth the looks he got from the middle aged women.

Not only did the wolf powers make Stiles self-conscious about his physique, but he also didn’t like it when Derek stood beside and watched him after he had finished.

“We have the whole gym for ourselves, why does it matter?” Derek complained, “it’s not like we’re competing anyways.” He raised one bushy eyebrow at Stiles and tied his gym shoes.

“Because I don’t want you to,” Stiles bites his lip and sighs, “it’s not like you need it…” he murmurs the last part, and his eyes can’t help but wander to his muscular arms. Gosh, he loves that tank top.

“If you really don’t want me to, and you’re right, I don’t need it,“ Derek answered with a smile.

“Don’t get all cocky now, just wait until we are done here,” Stiles grinned. They put on their workout clothes and headed to the gym.

Not only had Stiles convinced Derek to not use his werewolf advantage, but he also managed to convince him to follow Stiles’ work out plan, and he intended on making it painful, even for the werewolf. If that meant Stiles was going to be sore for the next week, it was still worth it.

It was a success. He could actually see the sweat dripping from Derek’s forehead during the workout. Stiles was proud of himself. When they sat in the sauna afterwards Stiles felt as if he had just accomplished something remarkable, even if that was just making his boyfriend sweaty.

“You know, maybe you should consider becoming a personal trainer,” Derek joked. His hair was wet and made him look somewhat like a dog that had just been bathed. The mental image made Stiles smile.

“Would you rather have Jones as your partner at work then, is that what you’re telling me?” Stiles laughed.

“You are right, please don’t become a personal trainer,” Derek chuckled.

“I won’t,” he answered and leaned in to kiss Derek. His lips were warm and salty and Derek’s fingers felt like fire on his skin.

“We shouldn’t be doing this right here,” Stiles whispered against Derek’s lips.

“The library should be closing soon,” Derek stated.

Stiles looked up from his hunched position over the book he was currently reading, “huh?”

“The library is closing. We have been here all day and we haven’t even eaten since brunch,” Derek said with a frown and closed the book he was reading, “Come on, we should go.”

“But Der, I have to finish this! Look,” Stiles pouted as he turned the book so Derek could see.

Derek moved closer in confusion when he didn’t understand a word, “what is this?” he asked.

“I don’t know! That’s the point. I think it’s a spell, I just can’t translate it. I have been trying to get the magic to work, but it is so protected the words won’t yield. I think it’s a blessing though,” Stiles babbled.

“How can you know?” Derek asked.

“Think of it as a virus or a program. The text I understand because of the magic is actually a less ancient version of the spell, so I am trying to find words to compare and decode it,” Stiles explained. Derek looked at him with an awed expression. Stiles smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him, “don’t be so surprised.”

“I will always be surprised about how amazing you are,” Derek admitted softly.

Stiles beamed at him, “I love you.“ He leaned back over the book, “I will try to read it out loud. Maybe the magic that helps us read it can help us understand the spoken version too,” he decided and did exactly that.

The foreign words filled the air and the scent of magic became potent in the air.

Derek’s instincts flared up, instantly getting on a fight or flight mode that forced his eye colour to shift.

“I don’t think you should be reading that,” he admitted, but Stiles didn’t even look up, “Stiles?”

Stiles stopped to look up at him, “what?”

“You shouldn’t read it anymore,” Derek said uneasily.

Stiles blinked and exhaled, “You are right. The rest is probably warnings or instructions or something anyway. Are you okay?”

Derek put the books back, his body tense and his eyes flickering. “I’m fine, I just never really liked the scent of magic. Come on, we should go now.”

“You are right, I’m sorry. Let’s go get some dinner,” Stiles agreed.

And so they did. They went to a place that served traditional food. They sat down by one of the tables in the back of the room.

The light from the tall candles cast a yellowish glow over Derek’s face, making his bone structure very apparent. It really was a masterpiece, and he didn’t talk about the old paintings on the restaurant’s walls.

Stiles realised he had been staring way too long. He looked down at his empty plate, a smile forming on his lips and his cheeks turning embarrassingly red.

Stiles licked his lips and met his gaze once again. Derek reached for Stiles’ hand over the table and gently stroke his thumb the same way he had done many times before with such affection. It always had the same effect on Stiles, it made his heart flutter and his mind wander. He thought about what he possibly could have done to deserve someone like Derek.

After the dinner and a romantic walk through the city, they went back to their hotel to sleep. They didn’t seem to notice the glowing in Stiles’ backpack as they cuddled up.

The rest of their days went by faster than they would have liked. They went sightseeing a lot, but they always ended up back at the library. Stiles was adamant that they should read all the books in the secret section and it wasn’t like Derek disagreed.

They really felt regretful as they were going back home, but it wasn’t much they could do to change the fact that they had to return.

“It’s not like we even have a case!” Stiles complained, “I am bored here, what are we supposed to do, train all week?”

“Well we do have a house to ourselves, I can certainly entertain you if you want me to,” Derek said with a smirk.

Stiles gaped at him, ”Oh my god, yes please!“

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Here you can find Ch.1 and Chap.2

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miss-antagonist says

Untamed Potential by creationofclay (15/15 | 36,786 | M)

It’s Stiles second year at UCLA and he still can’t decide what to major in, he prefers to concentrate on his hot new professor Derek, that Derek also gets involved as a consultant for the FBI when the ‘Virgin Killer’ strikes again, doesn’t make his life any easier. Not that he should concentrate on Derek when the ‘Virgin Killer’ shows his obvious fixation on Stiles.