Just that I'm vicious when I don't get my share. [ He bares his teeth, but it doesn't have much of an effect, considering--Stiles definitely doesn't come off as terrifying, not even a little. He doesn't, though, back down when Derek comes into his space, still holding his arms. In fact, he just gazes right back at him, feeling something thrill in his stomach at the sight of those bright red eyes.
It's kind of strange to be here, spending time together like this--for someone who's currently human, Derek just seems...wolfish. He's got the same traits as the form Stiles is used to; the red eyes, the dark hair, the gleaming white teeth. But this Derek has a whole level of facets beyond paws and claws, and Stiles is extremely intrigued.
Has been since he first started dealing with the faoladh, frankly. ]
Not quite the word I would use. [ Seeing Stiles bare his teeth as something far more dangerous-- a wolf, a small bear, even a fox-- has more of an effect than his blunt and human teeth now. But there's something endearing about it, and he can't help the amused snort that escapes him. Derek doesn't really see much of a reason to return the expression, and instead lowers their arms a little so that they're held more closely to Stiles' sides.
The wolfish traits continue in the moment between them, and he angles his head towards him, the slightest predatory tilt to it as he does. But for all his similar behavior, everything that makes him a wolf, there's the distinctly Derek-- distinctly faoladh-- traits to him. That firm sort of softness, the care of his touch and the deep curiosity that he returns in exchange for Stiles'. There was always more to the puka than his trickery, and he's known it.
He just wants to know it better. ] Obnoxious, maybe.
Obnoxious! Excuse you, I prefer irritating. [ He pretends to puff up, but it loses all pretense as the joke comes out--although it's true, the puka has irritation down to an art--and then Derek's a little closer in his space again. Stiles flexes his fingers where his hands are being held down, but doesn't try to rip out of his grip, at all. In fact, he just looks up at Derek with a spark in those big brown eyes, like he's having the time of his life.
And he is, really. He's getting his share, finally, and he didn't have to pull a single prank to get it--at least not this time around. His head tilts up to match Derek's when his comes down, and the grin curls up his face a little more. ] Besides, it's in my job description.
Obnoxious. [ Lips pulling back in a faint grin, he lets his eyes fall half-shut in blatant amusement as he regards the puka in front of him. Derek is just waiting for the moment where this all falls away, playful pretense dissipated and the other shoe dropped. But that's a permanent state of being for him, and he finds himself waiting like this for practically everything good that's ever happened to him. And, really, funny how Stiles has become something good, considering he wanted to tear him to bits when he first started terrorizing them.
But now he's standing there and capable of breathing in Stiles' scent without even trying, something summer into autumn with some twist of spice underlying it, quiet ozone that denotes magic. Something he could find anywhere. ] So are annoying, being a pest, and causing damage to private property.
[ Except he doesn't sound annoyed when he says it. Just keeps his head angled in towards him, something there in those pale eyes of his. ]
What, gonna punish me for it? [ Stiles grins at him, mischievous and bright and for all the world looking like the trickster spirit he actually is. But that's not to say Stiles isn't happy, because he is--he really, really is.
Rocking back on his heels, he feigns innocence, still letting Derek's hold on him act as an anchor as he slides out of his bubble for a second, then back in, just a couple inches from his mouth. ]
I'm thinking about it. [ Derek keeps Stiles steady as he rocks back on his heels, knowing that despite all the grace that he might be able to display that the puka is more prone to clumsiness than anything else. (Which is a thing in and of itself, that he can even act as an anchor now instead of being a threat to Stiles.)
For all that he's the sharp trickster, and the faoladh is the stoic guardian, there's a sort of mischievous return in his expression. He doesn't move, trusts Stiles in his space, but almost seems to be teasing him with the fact that he's not moving in the slightest bit. ]
Oooh, no, I'm so scared. [ He totally isn't. And he hasn't really been, anyway, not for a long time. The faoladh would never harm him, at least not anymore, even if 90% of the time he seemed to be in a general state of irritation towards the sidhe. He's getting the teasing, too, like he's just waiting for something to happen, and you know what, Stiles is so not letting him pull this.
So, abruptly, he tugs his hands out of Derek's wrists and hops up in the air like he's going to hop into his arms, bridal style, both arms sprawling out on his shoulders and making a ridiculous face. ] Well?
I can smell the fear rolling off you in waves. [ Positively dry, he just barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. But it's true, the faoladh never would harm him. Not after all of the time they've spent together, regardless of how constantly fed up he is with the shenanigans that the puka stirs up on the regular.
Which is what he does now. Derek responds automatically, letting Stiles' wrists go before slipping his arms around him, essentially creating a seat for him. Sighing heavily, he gives him a flat look that twitches at the edges, as if he's trying to keep from smiling. (He is.) ] I have a few options.
I'm absolutely terrified. [ That flat look is honestly one of his favorites--he's seen it on a wolf's face about a thousand times, and it's straight up delightful to see it on a human, instead--Stiles makes a pleased noise and wraps an arm around his shoulder, kicking his feet.
Yep. Best share. Stiles is the luckiest puka in the world, period. ] Try me.
Of course you are. [ Indulgent, Derek lets him kick his feet as he gets himself settled as he almost seems to consider the dare. When he settles on something, he begins walking away from the meeting place, knowing exactly where he's going with his armful of puka.
He's not oblivious to the fact he's become Stiles' share. It became pretty obvious when Stiles would only start playing his default pranks to get his attention-- and that was obvious in and of itself-- oftentimes just waiting around for him at the end of his patrols until he could pay proper attention to him.
It had been a conflict, due to the fact that the sidhe represented a slightly less dangerous threat against his village. And yet, here he was, carrying him off into the surrounding woods and strangely at ease. He'd accepted his role as share pretty quickly, and it was only partially for his village's sake. He feels the slightest bit of guilt for it, but he feels guilt for many things. What's one more? ]
[ He was sort of expecting a kiss, to be honest, but this is kind of interesting, too. Getting settled against Derek's chest, Stiles tucks his face into his neck and watches the surroundings go by from his perch. It's a little different than, say, riding on his back as a squirrel or something like that; definitely more intimate, and kind of fun, too.
He's enjoying his wolf as a person, to say the least. And it's not even the wolf anymore, the faoladh, no; Derek is his wolf, his faoladh, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The feathers in his hair tickle at Derek's jaw as he gets comfortable, one long arm draping down his back and towards his triskele. ] Where are we going?
[ Much as he does, actually, want to bow his head in and press his lips to Stiles', Derek decides instead to drag it out a little more. It makes it a little more worth it, teasing him and getting revenge for all the tricks that the puka has played on him. (Not that he hasn't gotten revenge a few times in the past, but it's spaced out rather than rapid fire like it tends to be from Stiles.)
Despite what instinct would say, he actually tips his head a little to the side to give Stiles room, the sensation of the feathers strangely pleasant despite being distracting. At the small of his back, just above the waistline of his pants, he almost absently thumbs at pale skin as he moves.
This is, of course, before he tightens his grip to keep Stiles from easily weaseling away when the stream comes into view. ] Well, you did ask me if I was going to punish you.
[ Abruptly, what's about to happen hits Stiles like a ton of bricks and the puka shrieks, grabbing onto Derek's shoulders and arms even tighter. It's not the most rational decision, considering if he really wanted to get away, he could just turn into a bird or something, but he shakes his head rapidly anyway, because no. ] Nooooooooo--nonononono, you are not putting me in there, oh my god, no!
[ At least he's not going down without Derek, and he makes that very clear, as his hold goes from comfortable to a koala cling in a matter of seconds. Bastard. ]
[ Calmly walking into the stream, ignoring the wash of water over his boots, Derek takes Stiles in one smooth, easy motion where he's attached to him. He doesn't need to pry him off to be able to dip him bodily, having very little trouble handling him even though he weighs a good hundred-fifty (disregarding that he has a solid hundred on him). He doesn't try to drop him into the water, just holds him right over the edge of it as he lets a rather wolfish grin spread across his face. ]
No? [ His eyebrows quirk upwards as his eyes fall half-shut, and he curls one of his hands around the back of his neck while still supporting his body with the other, arm wrapped securely around him. ]
Yes! No, of course not, dickhead! [ ..yeah this is pretty typical for Stiles. The pukea's hands scrabble up his arms as he attempts to get a solid hold on the faoladh, trying everything in his power to keep from getting dropped on his ass.
He is so going down swinging, and if that includes dragging Derek into the water with him, then so be it. ]
Mm, if you say so. [ Derek doesn't straighten them up again, but instead holds Stiles steady and closes the space between them. It's easy to do, just brush his lips against Stiles', grin dialed back but still intact as he does. It's not something he expected to ever have happen, but he doesn't find himself regretting anything about it in the slightest bit.
The barely-kiss is all teasing, but only lasts for a moment, before he actually presses into it, rather than dropping his armful of puka into the water. ]
[ He's about ready to shift the minute he hits the water, and when his eyes shut in anticipation, they shoot back open as he realizes that Derek just kissed him. All of this is barely giving him enough time to process things, and before he can properly say anything, before he can even react, Derek presses forward again, and well, Stiles can get that much.
A smile plays against his mouth and he casually lets one arm drop, skirting the water, while the other comes up further around his shoulder, and Stiles will absolutely take this part of his share. He'll take it in spades. ]
[ All soft amusement and quiet affection, there's the enormous temptation to simply drop his puka down into the water. But Stiles slips his arm around his shoulder more, the other brushing across the water, and there's the unspoken trust there that he's not going to suddenly find himself sopping wet. So Derek doesn't, just holds him steady even in the precarious position, before he starts to slowly straighten up.
If he could keep that smile right there all for himself, he would. Because the faoladh hasn't had something so good in his life in a long time, and there's nothing better than the smile he can feel in the kiss. It causes his expression to soften even more, despite himself. ]
[ As they straighten back into a standing position, the puka lifts his other arm to wrap around him again, and if he just hops up and wraps around him like a koala, well, that's just that. He's pretty much an attachment, attached to his faoladh and everything that comes with him, kisses so very much included.
When he pulls away, it's after a couple quick pecks, and Stiles looks at him with bright eyes, grin lacking it's usual twist of mischief, all teeth and a dimple. ] It's supposed to be me who's stealing kisses from you, not the other way around! Should I tell the townspeople you've moved on to be a criiiminal?
[ Responding automatically, the faoladh slides his arms underneath the sudden puka that is attached to him. And there isn't a moment of complaint, because he's suddenly found something that he wants to hold onto even more tightly than the village that he protects. If he can share kisses with him, it's a particular bonus he's glad to take.
As Stiles pulls back, he tips his head up a little so that his lips brush against his chin as he speaks, taking in that wide grin that's all warmth and lacking in trickery. It spreads right into his chest, curling around it and weaving into his ribs. ] They wouldn't believe a word you said.
That's a shame, I'm a completely reliable news source. [ The chin kiss is a wolf thing, and he's not dumb; Stiles lets him do it with no problem, then leans back a little more to get a good look at his face, letting go with his hands and framing his stubbly cheeks with long fingers. ] Look at you, you're like the biggest mountain man stereotype in the world.
[ But he just sounds happy. Guess that makes you his type. ] You're furry even without the fur.
Of course you are. [ No, he absolutely isn't. Derek watches his face as he straightens back, scanning it before suddenly there's a press of fingers along his face. Almost immediately, he scrunches, much like he does when they're both in more four-legged forms. Just because he has a human face doesn't mean his wolfish expressions don't end. ] Should I be taking that as a compliment?
[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
I mean, I would be, if I didn't have some jerk faoladh throwing me around all the time, messing up my game. How am I supposed to keep people on their toes, huh? You won't let me do my job. [ he grabs derek's cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, tugging them gently before patting his hands against them. stiles is goofy even in his most serious moments, but that's kind of in the job description of a puca.
dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
You do your job just fine with me policing it and making sure some hapless villager isn't stuck in a well with a cow somehow. [ Gaze exasperated as his face is pinched and tugged, Derek still allows for it to happen, entire face scrunching up again with the pat. Why he's so fond of such an obnoxious puca, he'll never know, but he's not really complaining too much right now.
Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.
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It's kind of strange to be here, spending time together like this--for someone who's currently human, Derek just seems...wolfish. He's got the same traits as the form Stiles is used to; the red eyes, the dark hair, the gleaming white teeth. But this Derek has a whole level of facets beyond paws and claws, and Stiles is extremely intrigued.
Has been since he first started dealing with the faoladh, frankly. ]
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The wolfish traits continue in the moment between them, and he angles his head towards him, the slightest predatory tilt to it as he does. But for all his similar behavior, everything that makes him a wolf, there's the distinctly Derek-- distinctly faoladh-- traits to him. That firm sort of softness, the care of his touch and the deep curiosity that he returns in exchange for Stiles'. There was always more to the puka than his trickery, and he's known it.
He just wants to know it better. ] Obnoxious, maybe.
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And he is, really. He's getting his share, finally, and he didn't have to pull a single prank to get it--at least not this time around. His head tilts up to match Derek's when his comes down, and the grin curls up his face a little more. ] Besides, it's in my job description.
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But now he's standing there and capable of breathing in Stiles' scent without even trying, something summer into autumn with some twist of spice underlying it, quiet ozone that denotes magic. Something he could find anywhere. ] So are annoying, being a pest, and causing damage to private property.
[ Except he doesn't sound annoyed when he says it. Just keeps his head angled in towards him, something there in those pale eyes of his. ]
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Rocking back on his heels, he feigns innocence, still letting Derek's hold on him act as an anchor as he slides out of his bubble for a second, then back in, just a couple inches from his mouth. ]
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For all that he's the sharp trickster, and the faoladh is the stoic guardian, there's a sort of mischievous return in his expression. He doesn't move, trusts Stiles in his space, but almost seems to be teasing him with the fact that he's not moving in the slightest bit. ]
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So, abruptly, he tugs his hands out of Derek's wrists and hops up in the air like he's going to hop into his arms, bridal style, both arms sprawling out on his shoulders and making a ridiculous face. ] Well?
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Which is what he does now. Derek responds automatically, letting Stiles' wrists go before slipping his arms around him, essentially creating a seat for him. Sighing heavily, he gives him a flat look that twitches at the edges, as if he's trying to keep from smiling. (He is.) ] I have a few options.
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Yep. Best share. Stiles is the luckiest puka in the world, period. ] Try me.
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He's not oblivious to the fact he's become Stiles' share. It became pretty obvious when Stiles would only start playing his default pranks to get his attention-- and that was obvious in and of itself-- oftentimes just waiting around for him at the end of his patrols until he could pay proper attention to him.
It had been a conflict, due to the fact that the sidhe represented a slightly less dangerous threat against his village. And yet, here he was, carrying him off into the surrounding woods and strangely at ease. He'd accepted his role as share pretty quickly, and it was only partially for his village's sake. He feels the slightest bit of guilt for it, but he feels guilt for many things. What's one more? ]
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He's enjoying his wolf as a person, to say the least. And it's not even the wolf anymore, the faoladh, no; Derek is his wolf, his faoladh, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The feathers in his hair tickle at Derek's jaw as he gets comfortable, one long arm draping down his back and towards his triskele. ] Where are we going?
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Despite what instinct would say, he actually tips his head a little to the side to give Stiles room, the sensation of the feathers strangely pleasant despite being distracting. At the small of his back, just above the waistline of his pants, he almost absently thumbs at pale skin as he moves.
This is, of course, before he tightens his grip to keep Stiles from easily weaseling away when the stream comes into view. ] Well, you did ask me if I was going to punish you.
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[ At least he's not going down without Derek, and he makes that very clear, as his hold goes from comfortable to a koala cling in a matter of seconds. Bastard. ]
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No? [ His eyebrows quirk upwards as his eyes fall half-shut, and he curls one of his hands around the back of his neck while still supporting his body with the other, arm wrapped securely around him. ]
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He is so going down swinging, and if that includes dragging Derek into the water with him, then so be it. ]
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The barely-kiss is all teasing, but only lasts for a moment, before he actually presses into it, rather than dropping his armful of puka into the water. ]
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A smile plays against his mouth and he casually lets one arm drop, skirting the water, while the other comes up further around his shoulder, and Stiles will absolutely take this part of his share. He'll take it in spades. ]
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If he could keep that smile right there all for himself, he would. Because the faoladh hasn't had something so good in his life in a long time, and there's nothing better than the smile he can feel in the kiss. It causes his expression to soften even more, despite himself. ]
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When he pulls away, it's after a couple quick pecks, and Stiles looks at him with bright eyes, grin lacking it's usual twist of mischief, all teeth and a dimple. ] It's supposed to be me who's stealing kisses from you, not the other way around! Should I tell the townspeople you've moved on to be a criiiminal?
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As Stiles pulls back, he tips his head up a little so that his lips brush against his chin as he speaks, taking in that wide grin that's all warmth and lacking in trickery. It spreads right into his chest, curling around it and weaving into his ribs. ] They wouldn't believe a word you said.
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[ But he just sounds happy. Guess that makes you his type. ] You're furry even without the fur.
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[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
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dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
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Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.