spookykid
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
The Lord bows, "The King requested you be put in the care of a... guard, until such a time as the threat against your person is apprehended."
"Isaac," Stiles hisses, and the scowly knight motherfucker raises one thick, overly expressive eyebrow. Stiles ignores him, Isaac just looks like an asshole as Stiles drags him off to the side for a little more privacy. "First of all, dude, no one talks like that anymore, what is wrong with you? Secondly, I don't need a gods damned guard, and you can tell my father I said that when you take whatshisname away."
Isaac snorts, "I'm not telling his royal highness shit, Stiles. I've got more important things to do than pander to your whining-" Stiles' jaw drops as his eyes narrow in sardonic fury, Isaac shrugs, unbothered, simultaneously backing away from his hold- "besides," he smirks, eyes alight with infuriating mischief, "I have a feeling you two'll like each other."
With that, he turns to sweep out of the room, leaving Stiles with...
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Derek," the knight says, face stony, blank, indecipherable. Stiles wants to punch it. Badly. "Derek Hale."
Bookmarked by spookykid
02 Feb 2026