7.
A knock came breaking his trail of thoughts. He looked up from his laptop and saw his dad with a bag of diner burgers and curly fries. His face lightened up and he flashed his biggest grin.
"Thanks dad." Stiles said, getting up and taking the bag.
"Don't mention it. I'm gonna go and head back to work. Lots of papers to sign and cases to close. Are you gonna be fine on your own or is Derek gonna come over?" John said worriedly as he glanced back at his son who was buried in his books and laptop.
"Yea, he's just finishing some pack business and he'll come over a little later. "
A couple of minutes later, Derek arrived... Through his bedroom window as always.
"After all of the things we've been through, you're still using the window?" Stiles asked, getting up from his bed and pulled the Alpha's shirt and kissed him lazily.
They both smiled into the kiss and when they pulled away.
Derek eyed the books on the teen 's bed and frowned, "Still having second thoughts?" He asked.
Stiles sighed and slumped back to the bed with Derek's hand still tangled with his.
"I don't know... It's just that whenever I think about it, something pulls me back." He replied, letting go of the Alpha's hand.
"What are you so worried about? Stiles?" Derek moved to his side and wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
"Will you still love me if I was different?" He suddenly asked, staring blankly into Derek's eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, I will. I love you no matter what happens to you. And yes, I will still love you even if you're covered in tattoos or grow wings or horns." Derek replied, making Stiles laugh at his statement.
"You really know what goes on inside my head, don't you?" Stiles gave him a sarcastic stare and smiled up to him as he leaned his head on Derek's shoulder.
"It takes a lot of practice reading you. Lots of effort too." Derek's arms tightened around his shoulders and they just stayed like that for a while.
"I love you, hold on to that." He whispered to Stiles and he heard the teen's heart beat jump fast.
Two days later, here he was, standing in the middle of Deaton's office with His hand wrapped tightly with his own.
Deaton joined them a couple of minutes later after his meeting a pet owner.
"I'm glad that the two of you are here. Have you decided, Stiles?" Deaton asked.
Stiles glanced back to Derek and the Alpha nodded.
"Yes, I'm ready. What do I have to do?" He asked nervously which caused Derek to tighten his hold on his hand.
"First off, we'll have to mark you." The man said.
"Mark me? Like what exactly? A tattoo?" Stiles gave him an exaggerated groan.
"Yes, a tattoo. A tattoo by using a special ink made up of wolfsbane, some herbs, a bit of incantation and..." He suddenly eyed Derek, "the blood of the half of your soul, well, just a vial actually." He continued.
"What will it do then?" Another question from Stiles.
"It will start a chain reaction. When your Mark is finished, once you start using your Spark, everything will fall into place. You will be able to access any type of magic but some with a price." Yet another answer from Deaton, who quite calm with the situation.
"Wouldn't my blood affect him? What if he turns?" Derek suddenly spoke.
Stiles leaned into Derek's frame as he tried to calm him.
"Don't worry about it. The blood will only act as a thread that connects him to you and your pack. He will be able to feel every emotion that your pack is experiencing." Deaton explained as he gestured the two of them to follow inside the clinic.
Stiles heaved a breath and glanced again at Derek, they smiled nervously as each other and followed Deaton.
there you go! Another update because I couldn't update yesterday because I fell asleep 😊