Back at the tank, why’d you stick your neck out for me? Call it foolish, naive hope that if I’m ever that far up shit creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I’m an even bigger dumbass than you.
best of: amy pond “you know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? then there’s other people, and you meet them and think, not bad, they’re okay. and then you get to know them, and their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it. and they just turn into something so beautiful.”
“give me a broken, self-loathing man who firmly believes no one could ever love him and a strong-willed woman who doesn’t take any of his shit and gradually becomes his light and hope and sun and stars and i assure you i will ship it til my dying breath” (x)
I’m fine! I’m only joking around, don’t worry. If I was really bothered I wouldn’t be putting it here publicly, sorry if I made it seem like I was annoyed or something. I’m actually having tons of fun.
(altered slightly; warning: character death; potential for rebirth as is the legend)
Stiles can only stare. Derek’s dying, bleeding out, and still obnoxiously righteous. A fucking martyr, refusing his help. Stiles is magic. Stiles has power. Stiles has a destiny to save his goddamn kingly ass.
“We can’t,” Derek gasps out. “It’s too late.”
“No.” Stiles has so much within him and there’s always a way, another spell to try. He always saves Derek.
“All your magic, Stiles. It can’t save my life.”
It’s like he’s picked the fear right out of Stiles’ heart.
Stiles shakes his head, brain frantically trying to grasp at something, but there’s a block, a wall of worry, and all Stiles can think is how red Derek’s blood is. How thin looking. Insubstantial. Can Derek really not survive without it running through him?
“I can,” Stiles half-shouts, desperate. “I’m not going to lose you.”
“Just hold me. Please.”
It’s the whisper that does it. That has Stiles falling towards Derek, and a lump lodging itself in his throat.
“There’s something I want to
Stiles cuts him off, covering Derek’s mouth with his own. It tastes of blood. “You’re not going to say goodbye.”
“No, Stiles.” Derek smiles at him. How he can when he must know–he must be able to tell that Stiles can’t–
“Everything you’ve done. I know now. For me, for Beacon Hills. For the Kingdom you helped me build…”
Derek cuts off on a groan, and Stiles’ hands press down over Derek’s, already on his wound. They cover quickly with red.
“You’d have done it without me.”
“Maybe.” Derek goes to smile again, but it doesn’t reach his eyes as he groans again and folds himself over.
Derek’s breathing heavily when he looks back up at Stiles. His eyes are half closed and his focus goes in and out. Stiles can’t think to do anything but take away a little pain.
“I want to say,” a breath, “something I’ve never,” a breath “said to you before.”
Stiles doesn’t want to hear whatever it is, not if it means Derek’s going to let himself go after he says it. Which he will. Stiles know he will.
He tries to delay a little longer. Just one last kiss.
A kiss can’t last forever, and Stiles feels Derek’s last words as validation against his lips.
I went over there to sit to maybe take a screenshot, or just chill out till I found a game when then this Hanzo came over. Sat next to me, and kept using the voice line “Remember this moment”. I was sitting there giggling like a goofball, my little shipper heart was about to burst I was so happy. Then they sent me a friend request and that has to be one of my top skirmish moments.