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Stiles stares at the jar in Derek’s hands, unsure about how he should feel with Derek handing him his literal heart.
It’s been a bit of a weird week...
First off, there were those pixies that had been insistent on playing matchmaker, no matter if the people under their spells already had spouses or previous relationships. Thankfully, they had fixed that before any permanent damage was done, the lie that there had been some drugs slipped in the middle of a party an easy pill to swallow.
Next, there was this... flock? swarm? murder? of this group of bird women that had immediately decided that Boyd was the perfect mate for the lot of them, earning the entire group Erica’s ire and nearly starting a turf war when one of them had made the comment that perhaps Boyd would be better off with a mate that wouldn’t allow him to be captured.
That had been a fun day.
Now, the latest thing had been a witch that had taken umbrage to Derek’s denial of being her ‘pet’, yelling something about letting him see how blackened his heart was before there was this purple light, and then Derek’s actual heart was lying on the ground next to him.
It was weird to press his ear against Derek’s chest and hear nothing, put his fingers on Derek’s wrist and feel nothing, despite the fact that his heart was sitting on the ground.
Derek had been hesitant to touch it, but eventually picked it up and held it close. There hadn’t been any viscera left on his hands when he had turned it over, a strange throb every few moments that had taken Stiles too long to realize was Derek’s heartbeat.
His own heart had skipped a few beats when Derek had looked up at them all like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He muttered that it felt like his when asked, and - after only a few moments of discussing how dangerous it was to have his heart outside of his body - had almost immediately left afterwards to find somewhere safe to put it.
Now, here he is, standing in front of Stiles and holding out a glass jar with a literal heart in it.
Derek’s heart.
Stiles is floored, flummoxed, and a little lightheaded to tell you the truth.
“Are you sure?”
He doesn’t ask Derek what he’s doing. He doesn’t need to.
Derek slowly nods, eyes lowering to look at his heart, which has started to pulse slightly faster almost as soon as he begins to speak.
“There’s no one else I would trust with it.”