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Sourwolf and his fox

Derek Hale is soon to be crowned-prince, ascending to the throne when his mother dies, but there’s one problem; he has yet to find his Spark. 

Derek thought he had fallen in love with Kate Argent, but she turned out to be an abusive psychopath that nearly killed him. After that, he shut himself off from the world, and from others. That is, until one day when he was walking through the centre of town with his uncle. 

As he and Peter walked through the streets, he bumps into a young man. He wheels around to look at the man, feeling something in his chest change. He’s shocked by how gorgeous this young man is, and is captivated; unable to take his eyes off the young man. The young man - Stiles - apologises kindly, but Peter starts to make a scene, threatening Stiles. Derek silences his uncle and apologises to Stiles, leaving everyone stunned. Derek smiles kindly and turns to leave.  

After that, Derek begins to sneak out of the castle to see Stiles.

Their relationship grows but Peter frowns upon it, trying to put a stop to it; trying to pin crimes on Stiles and have him executed. 

Derek wakes to the sound of a gathering crowd and steps forward to find Stiles chained in place, the executioner ready. He pushed through the crowd and shields Stiles with his body, refusing to let go. The guards drag him away and Stiles whispers that it’ll all be okay. 

The executioner raises his axe and Derek cries out for Stiles.

Stiles shuts his eyes as the blade comes down. But at the last second, the blade turns to ice and shatters, sparkling fragments raining down around Stiles. 

Everyone freezes, all eyes on Stiles as he opens his eyes.

His eyes glow white and spark with power and electricity.

Derek lets out a sigh of relief, a smile playing across his lips as he realises he found his spark.

This is absolutely gorgeous. And I am in love with the digital deer!

part ½ of a commission i did a few weeks ago for the dear @timetospy in the spirit of ongoing 007 july fest! it was a pleasure working for you, darling, and you were an angel when dealing with my late schedule <3

the digital-deer pattern is custom made for @timetospy so while you can buy it printed on stuff in my rb&s6 - please don’t use it without asking her first!

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First of all - Happy New Year to all 4 of my lovely followers.

Second - I am starting fresh and making it my new year’s resolution to not only like posts on tumblr, but also to reblog them so others might have the pleasure of enjoying them as well. 

Last night I read a post and the comments asking readers and people who browse and enjoy original and fan art to try and take the time to not only click the like button but to reblog them as well. While I did find the tone of the post to be quite confrontational, after a night of rest and some thinking - plus looking back and realising that I have only commented on maybe 50 fics on A03 in the entire time I have been using the site that maybe a little effort on my part wouldn’t go astray. 

So my resolution is to interact more with writers and artists when I enjoy their work. I cannot guarantee that I will be successful, but I am willing to try.

9 for Sterek? (It was so hard to pick one!)

#9 from this prompt list

It’s official. Stiles’ first year on the FBI payroll is going to end in murder. And it won’t even be the murder of someone cool and evil, or at least someone secretly supernatural and suspicious. No, it’ll be the fucker from two cubicles over who just responded to being introduced to Stiles’ “friend Derek” with a derisive snort, a side-eye, and after several tense seconds of forced conversation a muttered, “guess Stilinski really does get a boner for the perps,” as he walked away.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Derek rolls his eyes, but that’s because Derek is too pure and good for this world and does not realize the severity of the situation.

Or, well, more likely because Derek doesn’t have a hair trigger response to people who wrong him. Even though he should.

“Listen, that little twerp over there by the hors d'oeuvres is talking about you right now, Derek, I can tell.”

“And I can actually hear him. So what?”

“He just called you a fugitive. To your face.”

Derek shrugs a shoulder. “I’m still a person of interest.”

“You were exonerated!”

Derek has the audacity to roll his eyes again. “This entire room is filled with FBI agents. I wasn’t exactly expecting to show up and have no one notice that my face used to be plastered all over your ‘most wanted’ boards.”

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