In The Same League

ladydrace:

It’s @lena221b‘s birthday today, and she deserves all the things, so naturally I have to post fic. So here, sweetiepie, have some insecure Stiles with a pinch of smut and lots of feels and… well, maybe a little more ugly reality than usual, but I hope you like it anyway. ❤ Hope you have the most awesome day! ❤ ❤

~1600 words of magic!Stiles and deputy!Derek, mixed with domestic fluff and Stiles angsting over stuff. 

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It’s been three long days, and Stiles
could weep from how happy he is when he realizes that the magic
user’s convention is winding down half a day early, and he can head
home rather than stay another night. So he drives for six hours,
drags himself up the porch steps of the rebuilt Hale house close to
midnight, and lets himself in with a sigh of relief. Home at last.

It’s dark inside, but the TV is on,
adding soft background noise and a flicker of light in the living
room, and Stiles grins when he spots Derek asleep on the couch. He’s
obviously tired too.

Derek doesn’t like to admit it, but he
sleeps poorly without Stiles, and also doesn’t like when he’s so far
away. But their schedules just did not match up well enough this
time, so Derek couldn’t tag along. To make up for it he took on way
too much work at the sheriff’s department to keep his mind off his
empty bed, and, werewolf or not, three days of non-stop work is
apparently enough to make anyone pass out on the couch.

He doesn’t even stir when Stiles flicks
on a small lamp, and quietly sits himself on the coffee table, just
to look his fill for a minute. He’ll poke Derek awake, and drag him
off to bed in a minute. But as soon as Stiles’ eyes adjust to the
light he frowns. Because Derek looks different, the soft glow of the
lamp showing Stiles something he’s never seen before.

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