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Teen & Up • 1435 • Gen/pre Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
This is the first piece I produced during an attempt at a fic-a-day month one Camp NaNoWriMo. I failed for the month, but produced a few things I really, really like, and really, really wish I could figure out how to turn into something more. I love what I’ve set up here, but hate that I used Braeden as badly as canon did.
Stiles tipped his head back and drained the last of the water he had. The others should be back soon, so even in the heat of the afternoon he’d live. They’d bought a dozen giant bottles of the stuff with them and the last two were on the other side of the room. They were untouched and would stay that way until Derek woke up.
If Derek woke up.
