Sparking Iridium

Chapter 2: Bridewolf!

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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Stiles blinked awake to the startling sound of some banging on the door, he groaned and whined when Derek, hissed, "For the love of God, make it stop", he shuffled and stuck his head under the pillow.

Snorting he slipped out of the blanket and walked sleepily towards the door, he barely made out the words over the incessant banging;

"Derek Hale! So help me god, if you don't open this door right now--"

Stiles opened the door, and yawned, "Could you keep it down?" he asked rubbing his eyes sleepily, and "We were trying to sleep", he muttered turning his back on her and meandering back to Derek.

"Wha—"

Derek whined again, and hissed, "Cold", when Stiles joined him under the blankets.

"Don't complain I had to open the door for your raging sister", he muttered.

"How would you know she's my sister?" Derek asked snuggling him.

"Because you two have the whole expressive eyebrow-game going on", he muttered and hummed pleasantly, "Toasty", he whispered.

"Who?!" Laura sputtered out the question, "What?" and then "Seriously what happened here?!" she looked around baffled.

Derek blinked one eye open lazily, "Laura meet The Crimson Prince", he gestured to Stiles looking down, "Stiles, my sister Laura Hale", he muttered the words drowned out further by the sputtering shocked sounds coming from Laura.

"Sleep Laura, talk later", he huffed and then snuggled closer to Stiles pulling the blanket over both Stiles' and Derek's head.

"What even?" she muttered but then gave up completely as she settled on the Lazy boy, adjacent to the chaise lounge her brother was sleeping on, with apparently The Crimson Prince, she'd argue the point further, but this chair was ridiculously relaxing to lay on, she fell asleep before she'd even finished processing the thought.

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Stiles woke up to Derek snuffling with the blanket, and he bit back snickers at his puppy-like behavior as he slid out of the blanket.

Turning he looked for his wayward jeans, only to find them and his wallet, by the door and the makeshift rustic mudroom. He stretched and found Laura sleeping on the lazy-boy, so he tucked her gently with the blanket that seemed to be falling around her knees, and kissed her forehead, "Sweet Dreams Laura", he whispered quietly.

He clicked his fingers and a ball of light floated between Laura and Derek, the temperature warmed immediately as the warm ball of light pulsated like a beating heart.