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Why did it have to be Stiles? Was the universe laughing at him? Did they think seeing him suffer was funny? Sometimes it felt like it, because no matter what he did, he always seemed to lose the ones he cared about most.
His family, his betas, Stiles. He couldn’t lose Stiles. It was why he’d never mentioned how important he was to him. Once he said it out loud, it made it possible for something to rip him away. Once he admitted how much he cared about him, how important he was, it made it that much easier for the universe to destroy every shred of humanity Derek had left by tearing Stiles away from him.
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- Part 6 of Sterek A-Z Challenge
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02 Mar 2026
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“Who are you?”
“They didn’t hit you that hard.”
He only knew one person who could sound that annoyed at Stiles for even just breathing.
“Fancy meeting you here, Derek. Why are we cuddling?”
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- Part 4 of Sterek A-Z Challenge
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02 Mar 2026
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He wished he could say he was surprised by the scowl, but considering he was positive Derek’s face was actually hard-set that way, he couldn’t be surprised. Why he was scowling at him now, though, he had no idea. He didn’t remember doing anything to piss him off lately.
Well, this week…
Today?
It was Derek, he probably got angry at Stiles when he breathed, so it was hard to really think on it too much.
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- Part 1 of Sterek A-Z Challenge
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02 Mar 2026
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“Johnny, fuckin’ hell.” Skull-framed eyes widened. A hand shot out to grab Soap’s shoulder, turning him to get a better look at whatever had caught Ghost's attention. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Soap looked down at himself to get an idea what the lieutenant was freaking out about.
Ah. Blood. Quite an impressive amount, actually.
Soap gets a little bit shot. It's fine, but the shock rattles their small group, making them even closer than before. Also, there's a game of Cluedo, for some reason.
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01 Mar 2026
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“Johnny?” Ghost pulled off his gloves, kneeling at the bedside. He could feel the heat on his palm before he even made contact with the clammy skin. His fingers found the pulse point, and his own heart beat faster. It was weak. It was too damn weak. “Fuck!”
Within seconds he had scooped Soap into his arms and started practically running down the barracks halls. People jumped out of the way, faces shocked at the unusual sight. Murmurs drowned in the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
“Hang in there, Johnny. Stay with me now.”
Soap gets poisoned. Ghost takes it as well as you'd expect.
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01 Mar 2026