everybody has that one fictional character that they irrationally adore above all others and will defend to the death and you just get super happy and excited whenever you see their face on your dash
This is not at all what you asked for, I am sorry.
He doesn’t notice it right away because it isn’t very openly displayed as the others. He’s already seen the black pawprints climbing his calf with the jagged red lines above them as if claws had dug in and dragged down. He’s already seen the words “keep going” emblazoned on the side of his neck.
But he has never seen this one. And it feels like this one is different. Like this one is special.
When he first catches a glimpse of it, he’s not sure if he’d actually seen anything. But the next time he sees it, it’s undeniable because it wasn’t just half seen out the corner of his eye while Stiles hastened to put a shirt on. No, it was on full display as Stiles stood shirtless in front of him.
It is right there, etched into the skin on his left side rib cage: the two circles that was the McCall Pack emblem. Seeing the harsh black lines standing out against his pale skin was already enough to freeze Derek in place, but Stiles had taken it a step beyond. The Hale Pack triskelion hung from the McCall emblem, the top most curve of the spiral triskele wrapped around the broadest circle like an ornament on a chain.
The seamless merging of the two packs, the simple coexistence as if it was always meant to be that way, stole Derek’s breath for just a moment and he could not look away.
Feelings well up inside of him. Feelings he does not understand, cannot put names to, cannot describe. It’s something he’s never felt before. Something warm. Something light. He does not know if he wants to smile or yell. He does not know if he wants to speak or leave.
So he does nothing. Just stands there. Starting. Following the curve of the dark lines with his eyes. Tracing in his mind the transition from one pack emblem to another. Taking in the whole image as it’s meant to be seen: not the combining of two packs but the existence of a single one. It makes him want to weep. And he does not understand why.
But then it is hidden from his sight as Stiles finally puts on a shirt and crosses his arms over his chest, staring off to the side so as to not meet Derek’s gaze. Derek does not know what to say, so again he says nothing. Just stands there, staring at Stiles’s side as if he can still see the tattoo hidden beneath his red shirt.
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I NEED IT. WHERE CAN I GET IT. I NEED IT NOW
the best possible compliment u can give a girl is to call her a goddess like heck yeah man i will get jealous and kill mortals who are cuter than me and inadvertently cause like 3 world wars when i get bored and i will wear billowing robes of woven nebulae with eyeliner as sharp and obsidian as Krono’s sickle and burn alive the unworthy flesh of any man who dares to gaze upon my true form