21 أجزاء مكتمِلة It's as the title says, Sterek one-shots.
A lot of angst, a few happy sprinkled here and there, some fluff. All the Sterek! I hope you enjoy.
{Also posting on AO3, each is called the same as the names of the chapters. They're all in the series "Sterek Short Stories!"}
Cover credits go to @TheFishBrain (Thank you!).
Here are a few random snippets (in order):
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"You left me, Derek. I loved you and you left me." His last words to me echoed around my head, like a gunshot in an empty parking lot.
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Everyone saw what he wanted them to. No one saw the real him and he was beginning to hate everything he was and everything he was not. He needed someone who saw him, needed to be true to everyone just as much as he needed to be true to himself.
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"Stiles, we're two separate packs, you can't be apart of both!" He was getting sick of his best friends indecision and, after a long conversation, had just exploded.
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"I can't lose you, I've lost too many, you were supposed to stay, you weren't supposed to leave. Stay with me please, I-I can't, not again. Never again."
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Stiles was watching him again, this had become a daily occurrence and he did not know how to deal with it. He knew Stiles' feelings for him, Stiles being Stiles had gotten bored of dancing around them and just blurted it out once after a Pack Night.
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Blood coated his hands, splattered his face and dripped from his T-shirt as he stared at himself in the mirror. "How can you still love me after what I did?"
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Stiles flailed, chair falling backwards as he did, creating a thump louder than the one that had originally scared him. The man by his window stood up, adjusting his clothing as he walked towards the younger boy whose eyes were blown wide, heart beating a mile a minute. Derek inhaled deeply trying to determine what it was he could smell.
