It is no secret that magic folk do not deal with the likes of muggle technology, for what could these mundane trinkets accomplish that magic could not? Although this sentiment has echoed across continents and generations, even the most stubborn could not resist the peculiarities of our universe as muggle space exploration advanced far beyond our solar system. The inkling of an idea for a wizarding space program started with a group of fanatical astronomy students, who created their own wizarding radio programme to recount and enthuse over man’s expeditions into the mystery of space. Although the programme gained a substantial amount of loyal listeners, it is not until a movement to adapt technology to magical environments succeeded in America that the possibility for advances in wizarding space science beyond rudimentary astronomy courses became a reality. It would take decades and countless classified meetings between presidents and ministers of wizarding and muggle territories to establish an academy that would benefit both muggle and wizarding sciences. Many renowned magical theorists were brought on board in the early days to research, adapt, and establish magical practices in technological and alien environments. Now, the academy offers a range of courses such as planetary herbology, wizardry and interstellar travel, and elemental transfiguration. Although the academy, much like space exploration itself, is still very much in its early days, students and professors alike are already pushing magic far beyond what was previously thought possible. A new dawn in space exploration is sure to come. But for now, per aspera, ad astra.
With Sterek please, if you have the time of course. Thank you!
Stiles wasn’t there when Derek woke up. He waited in the dark, listening, and then identified the telltale hum of the TV in the living room on low.
He shrugged on a shirt and went downstairs. Sure enough, Stiles was on the couch with the TV on, the volume low enough that Derek could barely hear what was playing.
Deliberately, Derek stepped on the squeaky step.
Stiles jerked around. “Oh, shit. Sorry. Did I wake you?”
Derek shook his head. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” He walked over to sit down on the couch next to Stiles. “What are you watching?”
Stiles shrugged. “No idea. One of the Anthony Bourdain series, I think. There’s a lot of drinking going on.”
Derek laughed quietly and rested his arm along the back of the couch. He couldn’t quite reach Stiles, but that was okay. He just wanted Stiles to know he was here. “The man definitely knows his food. And his beer.”
“Yeah. It almost makes me want to sign up for culinary school or some shit,” Stiles said. “Just…get out there and go some place else, you know? See something I’ve never seen. Road trip around the US and find the best cheeseburgers and curly fries. Fly to Japan and try sushi. Go deep sea fishing off the coast of Florida.”
“Take a tour of all the pubs in Ireland and Scotland?” Derek asked.
“Exactly.” Stiles nodded firmly. “Now you’ve got it. Just…remember what it’s like to be a normal fucking person for one damn day.”
Derek understood that feeling better than he wanted to admit. “Let’s do it, then.”
Stiles frowned. “Do what?”
“Road trip across the US. Go deep sea fishing off the coast of Florida. Fly to Dublin and take a tour of all the pubs. Go to Japan and try sushi.” Derek shrugged. “Let’s go do all of it.”
Stiles gaped at him. “You can’t be serious. Are you serious?”
“A hundred percent,” Derek said. “You’ve just graduated, you don’t have a job yet–”
“Thanks for reminding me,” Stiles muttered.
“–and I have more money than I know what to do with,” Derek finished, as though he hadn’t been interrupted. “Why not take a couple of months and get out?”
Stiles’s breath hitched, and it confirmed what Derek had suspected: that he needed out of Beacon Hills, needed to be away from everything for just a little while.
“You’re really serious,” Stiles said, still boggling at him.
Derek nodded. “I really am.”
Stiles slid across the couch until he rested against Derek’s side, and Derek dropped his arm around him. It settled something in him to have Stiles close, tucked up next to him where Derek could keep him safe.
“My dad would never go for it,” Stiles mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
“Your dad loves me,” Derek said. “I think he might surprise you.”
“Mm.” Stiles nuzzled into Derek’s side. “Wanna swim with dolphins with you.”
“We can do that too,” Derek murmured into Stiles’s hair. “We can do whatever you want.”
“‘Kay,” Stiles said sleepily.
Derek kissed the top of his head. “Get some sleep. I’ve got you.”
SHERIFF STILINSKI I WILL PAY YOU ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO GRAB DEREK GRUMPILY BY THE BACK OF THE NECK WHILE DEREK PRETENDS THAT IT’S BENEATH HIS DIGNITY BUT SECRETLY FEELS LOVED AND CHERISHED.
My daughter is 8 now, but when she was 2, I taught her to say behold instead of look. We’d be at the store or something and she’d go to point out whatever damn thing she saw, “Daddy, behold!”
Are we talking about canon Stiles here? Who still wears lots of layers and generally feels unattractive,
always thinking how his moles are too obvious and his skin too pale?
I am very protective of insecure!Stiles and I am 1000% here
for Derek helping him feel amazing. Stiles has been in relationships prior to
Derek but not one of those relationships has ever made him feel pretty or sexy. Do-able, sure. Attractive enough, yes. But desirable? Wanted? Can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you-because-you’re-everything-I-have-ever-wanted?
No.
Then comes along Derek. Derek who pouts a little when Stiles
stops kissing him. Derek who follows Stiles’
lips as they move away from his. Derek who gets this weird, day-dreamy look in
his eyes when Stiles walks into a room giving Stiles butterflies. Derek, who stops to watch Stiles undress, who
will follow Stiles into the next room just to watch him undress if Stiles allows it. Derek who gets adorably confused
when Stiles bad talks himself because he just…doesn’t understand? Sure, Stiles
talks a lot and he puts himself in harm’s way more often than Derek appreciates. Sure, he’s annoying and is
stubborn to the point Derek sometimes wants to bash his head against a wall.
But he’s also smart and kind and brave and funny and beautiful and weird and Derek loves
him so much sometimes he thinks he might burst with it?
But okay, back to the lap dance. Because you see, Derek
might have always had this fantasy of being given a lap dance. He doesn’t
exactly know why he has this fantasy.
It’s not like he even imagines a club setting either. He just…well, okay, frankly,
the fantasy might have only come to
him after he and Stiles started
dating. Stiles is pretty insecure in bed but damn does he make Derek feel good, damn does he know how to use his hips, damn Stiles Stilinski and his heart palpating inducing lips and hands. Derek
isn’t too sure Stiles wasn’t actually made by the devil just to torment him. And
do not get Derek started on Stiles’
forearms. Truthfully, they might be the root cause of Derek’s lap dance fantasy
because they are so lovely and strong and when Stiles rolls his sleeves up
Derek sometimes forgets how to breathe???
So…maybe Derek doesn’t really want a lap dance. Maybe he
just wants to watch Stiles’ arms work as he takes off all his clothing piece by
piece and straddles him. But, of course, this is Stiles. And Stiles doesn’t do
anything in halves. Stiles, despite not being able to understand why Derek would want to look at him for
longer than necessary, unable to understand why Derek finds anything about him remotely sexy, goes for it. He puts on Kiss
by Prince. He wears his tightest pants. He wears a tie instead of a t-shirt and
spays his chest in body glitter because it was #3 in the “22 ways to please
your man during a lap dance” article he found on google.
And…it’s awkward, okay? He’s got no real rhythm because he’s
nervous as fuck, his palms are sweaty and he keeps slipping – most embarrassingly
– on Derek’s chest (sexy Stilinski, sexy). But the thing is…it doesn’t seem to matter to Derek??? Because
Derek is looking like he’s having the best time of his life. He’s staring at Stiles
with the biggest smile, eyes darting everywhere, almost like he doesn’t know
where to look (not because he isn’t sure where to look, but apparently because Derek can’t choose what he likes looking at more; Stiles’ mouth, his perky nipples (”it’s cold in here, okay?”), that
place between his neck and shoulder that Derek loves to bite down on every time they have sex, his
arms gripping onto the back of the chair Derek is sitting on).
It’s the best and worst lap dance ever to be given in the history of lap dances but the
longer it goes on, the more confident Stiles feels, the more he gets into it
because Derek is so irrevocably, inconceivably, stupidly gone on him that he can barely stop himself from leaning
forward to kiss Stiles every chance he gets. The song ends and Stiles has got
his face buried in Derek’s neck, laughing, unsure if he’s more embarrassed or
happy, especially as Derek’s arms wrap around him and he whispers, “it was
perfect”.
“Was not,” Stiles replies.
“Perfect ‘cause it was you,” Derek smiles, kissing his
cheek, blushing a little himself. “Perfect because I love you.”
imagine the Sheriff risking his life to save Derek and Derek is just like not used to that. And worse better still, he expects Stiles to be upset about it. To chastise his father for risking his life at all, let alone for Derek.
Except, Stiles is all pale and shaky and sweating and he keeps grabbing the edge of Derek’s sleeves, at his wrist, like he’s afraid to let go.
Imagine Derek being a part of a family and not even knowing it.
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