Sterek one shots

The Ink Under My Skin

By: Rainsoakedshoes

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Summary:

Derek is looking for an Emissary. What he finds is Stiles Stilinski; resident witch.

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The house was a small two story place, with an overgrown front garden. It was early spring and most of the flowers were in bloom, pots of herbs lined the front steps, basking in the morning sun. The smell of the plants was nothing compared to the smell of the magic that surrounded the place. It was hard to describe, but magic had a particular scent to it, and it flooded Derek's senses.

Derek walked up the path to the front door. The green paint was peeling, and Derek could see symbols carved into the wood. The curtains in the windows were drawn, and Derek couldn't see into the house. There was an old jeep parked in the driveway; Derek's only indication that someone was home.

The door flew open before Derek had a chance to knock and the werewolf rolled his eyes. He had been warned that this Stilinski kid was prone to dramatics.

"Come in!" A voice called from further in the house.

Derek stepped over the threshold. "Hello?" he said.

"Hello!" the same cheery voice yelled out.

The entryway was dimly lit and the scent of magic was stronger in the house. However the magic and the mysterious voice talking to him didn't worry Derek. He had been through a lot and it would take more than a few tricks from a witch to impress him.

Derek headed down the hall, towards the kitchen where he could hear someone moving around. He was careful not to dislodge any of the stacks of books and boxes piled haphazardly against the walls. If Derek had thought the hall was cramped then the kitchen was overflowing. Every available surface was covered; either with jars, or potted plants, or stacks of more books. Derek looked around but no one was in the kitchen, he was sure he'd heard a heartbeat and someone moving around.

"Hello?" Derek called again. He moved further into the kitchen and picked up a book from the table. He was surprised to see it was a new edition of It by Stephen King, and not some old magic tome.

There was a door from the kitchen leading out to the back porch and Derek picked up the sound of a heartbeat. He put the book down and headed over to open the door. The moment his hand touched the door knob a voice shouted from behind him.

"Gotcha!"

Derek whirled around, bumping into the edge of the counter in the process and sending a jar flying off. The jar stopped just before it hit the floor, and Derek watched as it floated back up onto the counter top. Derek looked up to see a young man grinning broadly at him.

"I've been practicing throwing the sound of my heartbeat," The young man explained. "I'm pretty proud that I managed to fool an Alpha werewolf."

"You're Stiles?" Derek asked.

"Yep." Stiles snapped his fingers and a stack of books on the table disappeared, only to reappear on the floor at Derek's feet. Stiles sat on the table in the free space he had just created. "And you're Derek Hale."

Derek looked at the witch before him. Stiles was a lot younger than Derek had expected, but it was always hard to tell the ages of those with magic; something about their power kept them youthful, and many of them used spells and potions to enhance that even further. Stiles was dressed in dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. Derek's eyes were drawn to the tattoos that snaked their way down both of Stiles' arms.

"Are you going to ask what you came here to ask? Or are you just going to stare at me?" Stiles asked cheerfully. He was delighted to note that the tips of Derek's ears went pink when he blushed.