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Derek snuffled in his sleep, his chin on his chest, and one of his feet twitched. In response, Stiles made a small pile of grass on the toe of his shoe. “Y’know, big guy,” he spoke soft enough that he wouldn’t wake Derek up with it. “You’re actually really nice when you stop yelling at me.” He added another pile of grass on his other foot. “And when you’re sleeping, you look a lot softer. Happier. I mean, I don’t know what nightmare-visions you’re having in your head, but you definitely look calmer. Ten out of ten, would recommend the softness of a nice big bed and some good dreams for you.”
He took a deep breath and sighed. “Would also recommend a different town, honestly. I know Beacon Hill is your territory or whatever, but this place seems like it’s killing you.”
Derek snorted, twitched again, then resettled. Stiles waited until he had stopped moving to start up with the talking again.
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"He does not tell her, but he is willing to tear his heart into pieces to make sure the world stays light for the one he loves."
If he could, he would give them peace and safety and happiness.
But he is only one person, one little human.
So he'll learn what he can and make it work anyway.
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It started with an envelope addressed to, “Mieczyslaw Stilinski”.
(“Derek,” Stiles gave him a look, “You still want all up in this?” he gestured to himself, encompassing as much of his body as he could.
“…When you put it like that, I start wondering why,” Derek blinked a couple of times.)
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Derek proposes to Stiles.
Repeatedly.
With Ring-pops.
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What would you do if you woke up one day to find everything you thought you'd lost forever waiting for you?
Derek Hale is suddenly forced to answer that question when he wakes up to his family downstairs, waiting for him. Who else among the dead has been brought back?
And why?