FIGHT ME.

arrafrost:

torakodragon:

I made a documentary.

“The wolf, a master hunter, crouches and waits to move closer to its prey, a young buck.” Derek whispered from his spot on the window sill behind Stiles. Stiles was busy studying because he had a test tomorrow and the Sheriff wanted him to get above a ‘C’ or else Derek wouldn’t be allowed to come over for a month.

“One wrong move, and the buck becomes alert.” Derek’s voice maintained the low level as he crept further into the room, one foot on the floor to brace himself

Stiles lifted his head from his text book, shoulders straight with suspicion. Not a second later, Stiles shook his head and shrugged. “Man… I am going crazy from Math… hearing things… Dad’s probably just watching some boring documentary.”

Derek smirked, “Deciding not to take any chances, the wolf attacks.” He lunged forward, catching Stiles off guard as he dove against his chest and pushed them back.

“OH MY GOD, DEREK!” Stiles screamed as they fell backwards, the chair thudding loudly on the floor, no doubt alerting the Sheriff to the chaos currently going on in Stiles’ room.

“He shows little mercy.” Derek continued to narrate as his fingers pushed up Stiles’ shirt and danced over his sensitive skin.

Stiles starts laughing immediately, “NO STOP! NO TICKLES!” He cries in protest, trying to kick and push Derek off of him but it’s no use.

“The wolf goes in for the kill.” Derek growls against Stiles’ ear, tickling him into submission and a fit of hysterical laughter.

“The Dad’s going in for the kill if the wolf doesn’t let his son study.” Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway, expression serious and arms crossed in the most unamused manner possible.

Derek stopped immediately, backing away from Stiles and bowing his head in shame as he got up and made his way back to the window. “Sorry, sir. I’ll let Stiles continue studying.”

“Good choice.” The Sheriff nodded, eyes following Derek was he crept back out the window and Stiles couldn’t help imagining his tail tucked between his legs.

Stiles sighed from the floor. “Saved by the Dad. I am never going to get over how much Derek’s intimidated by you.”

“It’s a gift.” The Sheriff smiled, all traces of his previous strictness dissipating. “Now get back to work or no Derek, cowering or not.”

“Aye, aye sir! As soon as I’m able to move, sir!” Stiles saluted his father and grinned. Sometimes he loved his life, even if his back was going to be bruised from that impact…