This is for all you muricans. GO VOTE. VOTE FOR HILLARY.
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The heavy book in Stiles’ lap is titled Wards Against Negative Intent And Evil Souls. The pages are
old and brittle so the pages have to be turned delicately, but the
tension in Stiles’ hands makes it clear that, if he could, he would
be flipping pages fast and rough.
”There’s gotta be something in here.
There has to be,” he mutters, as Derek walks into his room.
”What are you looking for?”
Stiles doesn’t even look up, so used to
Derek just wandering in without knocking. ”Something to protect us
against that spray-tanned, shouty, oversized dingleberry that somehow
made it onto our ballots.”
Derek frowns. ”Like what?”
”I dunno, but come on, there’s gotta
be, like… a ward or a spell or a charm, something, anything
to help turn the tides of this goddamn election.”
It’s a long while before Derek huffs,
and then gently takes the book from Stiles’ hands. ”Hey, what do
you think you’re doing?!”
”Stiles,” Derek says firmly,
crouching down in front of him to make them more level. ”You’re
eighteen now. So you have at least one tool at your disposal to help
ward off this evil.”
It’s downright entertaining how Stiles’
whole face goes slack and then lights up. ”I… I’d completely
forgotten. I can vote… Derek, I can vote!” He beams at Derek for
a moment, before his face turns panicked. ”Oh, god, I can vote, but
I haven’t even registered, fuck, what do I do, there’s gotta be
something-”
”Stiles, breathe.”
”But, Derek-”
”I did it for you. Okay? I knew you
were busy with, you know. Ghouls and stuff, so I figured you hadn’t
gotten around to it.”
The way Stiles is gawking at him is
weirdly gratifying. ”That… that is so surprisingly devious of
you. I like it!”
Derek hands Stiles his confirmation
notice, and he grasps it like it’s a present he always wanted. ”You
also need to maybe watch your wallet a little better. Stealing your
information was ridiculously easy.”
”For someone I trust with my life and
money, sure,” Stiles says with a grin, popping out of his chair and
looking around for his jacket. ”But good point, you totally
betrayed my trust, shame on you, you owe me a million favors.”
”I owe you my life a few times, I
figured it wouldn’t make much of a difference,” Derek says, and
grabs the jacket from the one place Stiles hasn’t looked, the hook
behind the door. ”Now get moving, the nearest polling station
closes in two hours. I’ll drive.”
”Still! Betrayed trust, Derek!”
”Just go vote for Hillary, and we can
discuss how I can make it up to you.”
”Would a blowjob be out of line?”
Stiles asks, and Derek can’t quite figure out if he’s serious. But it
doesn’t matter, because the answer would probably be the same either
way.
”Sure. As long as Hillary wins.”
Stiles stumbles with surprise, and then
flails his arms into his jacket sleeves in his hurry to get out the
door. ”Okay, we’re gonna go vote, right now, and then I’m going
back to look through that book some more. Man on a mission, coming
through!”
He’s out the door and at the car before
Derek has even stopped laughing.
and I will not learn cause I am too young and too dumb to consider the terms and I’ll curse the day that they return with a smile on my face as their heads hit the floor
the bloodlust’s a clusterfuck it hurts but it’s working and even if you ask me to stop it’s too late because I’ve already decided their fate
anyway what I’m trying to say is I’ll protect you till the day I meet my maker.. ~ Bloodsport
Guardian:
one character swearing to always keep the other safe
“My lor–I mean, Your Majesty.”
Derek flinched at the title coming from Stiles’s mouth. “Don’t call me that.”
“But–”
He didn’t want to hear any arguments right now. “I said don’t call me that. Don’t–”
He couldn’t bear to hear that title, not from Stiles.
To his credit, Stiles closed his mouth and regarded Derek with those amber-gold eyes that didn’t miss a single trick. “As you wish, my lord.”
Derek nodded, and one of the bands around his chest loosened. He hadn’t expected to be thrust into the throne so soon, couldn’t bear to lose the easy camaraderie he’d been building with Stiles for the past few years.
He buried his face in his trembling hands. It felt like he’d started shaking three days ago and hadn’t been able to stop since.
“Derek.”
He jerked his head up at the sound of his name. Stiles knelt beside him, his eyes fixed on Derek.
“What?” Derek asked, hating the way his voice broke.
“You are my king–”
“Stiles–”
“You are my king,” Stiles repeated forcefully, startling Derek to silence, “and that means that I will pledge my life to you. As long as my heart beats, I will keep you safe.”
“That is not the pledge I wish you to make,” Derek whispered.
Stiles smirked, like he heard what Derek hadn’t said. “But it is close.” He rested his hand over Derek’s and squeezed. “You are not alone, my lord. I will continue to stand beside you as long as you allow me to.”
Derek threaded his fingers through Stiles’s, this touch the only thing he could allow himself right now. “Thank you, Stiles.”
Stiles bowed his head. “Your wish is always my command, my lord.”
Sterek AU: Stiles has been madly in love with his TA ever since he stood up in Physics 101 and started waxing lyrical about gravity and the theory of relativity. His original plan was to blow Derek away with his mental prowess but after he got his first quiz back it was pretty clear that that wasn’t going to happen any time soon (it’s kinda hard to concentrate on physics when there’s 200 pounds of muscle and eyebrows at the front of class). Now he’s taken to stalkingaccidentally being in the vicinity of Derek in the hopes that his dashing good looks and charm will attract Derek’s attention.
This is probably going to go about as well as that physics quiz.
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