This piece was claimed by the amazing @fandom-madnessess, who created the perfect story I could’ve got. This attempt was my very first one with my very first sketch pad - sorry for all lack of human anathomy, since than maybe I made some progression so I could’ve re-draw, but I chose to post it in its original form - and I’ve never expected something this wonderful would be the result, because secretly I believed no one would claim it. So I still can’t believe how lucky I’m, because it was fantastic to working with you, and I can’t express how happy it makes me that my art inspired you and this beuatiful story.
Derek loves being an actor. He gets to meet and work with a lot of amazing people. So when he lands a job that has him working with Stiles Stilinski, his celebrity crush, he’s a little scared, but mostly excited. Especially when he and Stiles really hit it off, at first…
Derek doesn’t take his eyes off Stiles’ face as Stiles steps into the bath. Stiles’ smile is soft and a little mischievous, his eyes a deep brown in the candlelight. Derek holds his hand out to help Stiles sit down, but before he can grab Stiles’ hand, Stiles slips and lands heavily on Derek’s chest.
‘Ooph!’ Stiles huffs.
‘You okay?’ Derek chuckles.
‘Haha. Laugh it up, big guy,’ Stiles grins at him, gripping Derek’s shoulders for leverage as he sits up.
Derek slides down a little, slinging one leg over the side of the tub, careful that he doesn’t knock over any of the candles, and folds his other leg into a seat for Stiles. It’s not the most comfortable position, but with Stiles hovering over him, hands braced on Derek’s chest, exactly where he should be, comfort doesn’t really matter.
A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.
Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!
1.8k, Rated M for nipple.
She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.
His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.
Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.