Marcus Hardinger is the name and Teen Wolf is the obsession. I'm fearless like Allison. I'm learning like Scott. I'm lost like Stiles. I have brains like Lydia. I can be an asshole like Jackson. I hate being helpless like Derek. Join my pack and trust the instinct.
"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off— And suddenly it was done. Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt.”
Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.
this is seriously the most beautiful fic i have ever read. do yourself a favor and it.