Stiles quits the FBI program upon seeing Derek in the FBI watchlist files and decides to find him and help him hide. It takes a couple months, but when Stiles finally sees Derek boarding a bus, he feels a sort of peace fall on him and he realizes that what he did was the best decision. This is where he should be, this is his calling. To be with Derek and to live in the supernatural world.
He and Derek spend a long night talking and arguing in a hotel room and in the early hours of the morning, they finally settle on hiding from the cops together. Stiles wouldn’t have had it any other way, he had to fight long and hard on his way to Derek and he wasn’t going to back down easily. Derek knows Stiles had realized his feelings and he knows that Stiles will never leave or let Derek leave; not when Stiles proved that he can fight for himself and fight for Derek if need be.
this one’s for you charlie @halerogers love you lots xx here’s some soft derek because you deserve it
“Der?” Stiles called out as he made his way into the pack
“Upstairs,” he heard Derek call out.
Stiles threw his jacket on the couch and made his way up to
“Whoa,” Stiles exclaimed as he looked around the room. “Did
you buy an entire clothing store or something dude?”
Derek’s room was covered in clothes, in what looked like
“Very funny. No, I finally got everything from my storage
unit in New York shipped over here and I’m deciding what I want to keep and what
gets donated,” Derek said without looking up, staying focused on matching a
drawer full of odd socks.
“Can I help?” Stiles asked, weirdly intrigued with the
contents of Derek’s closet.
“You can put all the donate piles into boxes and label them
for me,” Derek said, gesturing to a pile of flat unmade boxes and a permanent
Stiles hummed to himself as he got to work putting the boxes
“So, what goes in this first box?” he asked.
“All those dark jeans,” Derek said, pointing to what Stiles
for sure thought was part of the ‘keep’ pile.
Derek must have sensed this because he spoke up.
“I’m keeping a few pairs but I really have no need for 10
pairs of identical pants.”
“Yeah but they make your ass look good,” Stiles said as he
smirked. He loved being Derek’s boyfriend now because he could stay stuff like
that without the fear that Derek might actually tear him apart.
“Just put them in the box,” Derek said with a fondness to
An hour later, majority of Derek’s closet was packed into
boxes, labeled and ready to drop off at the charity store.
“So what’s with the wardrobe change?” Stiles asked.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked.
“I mean, you now own more sweatpants than sinfully tight
jeans and I counted 12 sweaters and only 3 leather jackets. You’re turning into
Derek mumbled something under his breath that Stiles didn’t
“What?” he asked.
“It reminds me that I’m safe,” Derek said, as if that was a
totally detailed explanation.
“Explain,” Stiles said, moving off the floor to join Derek
on the bed.
“When I was in constant danger and on the run, I had to be
ready to leave at a moment’s notice, and it was more practical to be wearing
outdoor clothes. But now I’m at a point in my life where I feel safe and calm
and my favorite part of the day is getting to lounge around in sweatpants
whenever I’m not at work.”
Stiles took a minute to absorb all of that before linking
his hand with Derek’s and squeezing tight.
“I love you Der. Plus, the cozy clothes make for more
comfortable cuddling so I approve.”
Derek snorted, only pulling Stiles in closer to his side.
“Well anything to make you more comfortable,” Derek laughed.
Stiles would never get tired of hearing Derek laugh. And if
you told him 5 years ago that his favorite outfit on Derek was loosely hung
sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, and not his tight jeans and leather jacket,
Stiles would have never believed it.
Derek deserved everything soft and safe and Stiles vowed in
that moment to make sure he gave that to Derek every day for the rest of their
My heart is heavy tonight as I say goodbye to some of my dearest fictional friends. Fairy Tail and the FT fandom have both been so phenomenally uplifting and influential for me, it’s hard to believe it’s actually over. It feels like we’ve been through a lot together, doesn’t it?
I won’t keep this too long, because, ya know, emotions and whatnot. But I just want to say thank you. Thank you to the fandom, thank you to Natsu, Lucy, and Happy, and most of all thank you to Hiro Mashima! You have given me the greatest adventure, and my life will forever be entangled with this beautiful experience.
Now, on to our never ending adventure!
p.s., this is sort of sneakpeak to my submission for the FT 11th anniversary collab. But with the last chapter coming out today, I figured I could get another use out of it too.