Forever and Always- Sterek

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Stiles Stilinski, the lovable, goofy, train wreck of a wolf. Also known as Derek Hale's weak spot. The only one to have ever made him go from miserable and teeth-baring, to laughing and smiling within seconds just by entering the room. Okay, sometimes he was laughing at how Stiles could trip over air, or choke on his curly fries because he was eating too fast, but Stiles Stilinski was somebody Derek would never stop fighting for. Even if it got himself killed.

Derek Hale himself was a fighter, somebody who could easily take a life if he had to. He would fight for himself and his people, without caring for the consequences. As long as his people were safe, he didn't care.

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Stiles strolled confidently through the dens opening with his signature cheesy grin plastered onto his face, immediately catching Derek's attention. He never had much trouble doing that, he could have been sleeping and somehow Derek would find something to stare at. A lovesick puppy most would say.
'Stiles...' he breathed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before him, Stiles' now shirtless body approaching him at a fast pace 'What are you doing?' Stiles chuckled at the older man's behaviour, finding it humorous that even a simple action like taking his shirt off could have Derek gawking at him like a piece of fresh meat. It was recently, however, that Derek's behaviour made it even more obvious that the full moon was approaching. It had always made the older man act on his feelings of lust and love a lot more often.
'What? I'm not doing anything. I'm just too warm.' In reality, Stiles knew exactly what he was doing to Derek, he was just hoping for a more eventful night. He also knew exactly how to get it.

Just as the pair were getting even more flirtatious, so much so that everybody else was beginning to feel sick to their stomach, some of the others that had been guarding the territory begin piling in and rushing to get weapons. They may be werewolves, but even werewolves wanted to feel badass with an assortment of weapons only mortals really needed. After all, a werewolf could kill with an individual bite or scratch. Derek pulled away from Stiles momentarily and asked what was going on. There was a rival pack at the pack borders endangering everybody inside. The first thing on Derek's mind was admittedly protecting Stiles with everything he had. He could never forgive himself if Stiles got hurt.
'Stiles... Stay here, please?' Stiles laughed and grabbed the most lethal weapon in the room known to wolves. A crossbow with arrows made from silver and dipped in wolfsbane and mistletoe. Derek had always forgotten that Stiles had an extraordinary shot thanks to being born human and having to defend himself from all sorts of creatures threatening his life. And though his weapon of choice was the arrow, Stiles knew he had to be careful with it now, too. Seeing as he too was now a werewolf, even inhaling or touching the poison could prove disastrous if not treated fast enough.

So he slipped on a pair of thin leather gloves, and found himself a protective mask, and ran out with Derek and the large pack. He wanted to do his part but knew that Derek would hate himself if he got hurt, so as they got closer to the den borders, he found himself positioning himself higher up so that he could easily make a shot if he had to. In a tree, not visible enough that he would be seen, but close enough to ensure a perfect shot. On the tree opposite to him, he saw his best friend of all time, Scott McCall, sat on a low branch, ready to jump down and help out without killing anybody. It wasn't that Scott was a pacifist, it was just that he thought he could make things better without having to kill.

"We are werewolves, not monsters. We may be predators, but that doesn't mean we have to be murderers," he remembers Scott saying once, knowing that Scott would only kill if his life depended on it.

Not long after sitting in the tree, Stiles heard Derek getting angry at the other pack, and prepared himself to have to make a shot. He could see somebody raising their claws, about to attack Derek, and fired an arrow at their shoulder. It caused the entire pack to begin looking around and backing off, the smell of wolfsbane and mistletoe screaming danger immediately.