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tamingthemuseTitle: making plans for the future
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 409 – andalusite
Warnings: None, really. Vague Scott/Kira, some Derek/Stiles unresolved angst. Future fic.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~620
Summary: Derek plays Scott's wingman on a trip to the jewelers.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
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Derek awkwardly slides into the passenger seat of Scott's car – a practical sedan he purchased not long after he graduated from UCBH as a doctor of veterinary medicine – greeting his alpha with a nod. The ride downtown to one Beacon Hills' few jewelry shops is short, the silence between them filled with the noise of some alt-rock CD Scott's got playing at a low volume.
This day has been coming for a while, Derek thinks. He just never imagined he'd be the one at Scott's side for it. As he follows Scott into the jeweler's, he wonders again how he ended up as Scott's second, much less in this situation. A lot has changed over the past few years – they've grown up and matured, lost many pack members and gained others, created enemies and allies. And now, Scott's stepping up and doing the ultimate mature thing, making the ultimate commitment. Well, that's what he intends to do, anyway, as he approaches the woman behind the counter with a slight bit of trepidation.
Derek browses the cases, immediately turning back towards Scott when his gaze settles on a large teardrop-shaped pendant glinting amber and whiskey under the bright display lights. His mind flashes on Stiles, the way he looked standing outside Derek's apartment in the dim hallway as he said goodbye.
A woman in a black dress and pearls approaches him with a smile. “I saw you looking at our collection of andalusite. Can I show you anything in particular?”
“Uh, no, thanks.” Derek gives her a brief nod and makes his way over to where Scott's leaning over a case of engagement rings. He can read the anxiety in the stiff line of Scott's back, feels the sympathetic echo of it in the tension in his own shoulders. Drawing up beside him, Derek claps a hand on Scott's back. “So?”
Scott looks up at him with wide eyes. “I have no idea what I'm doing, man.”
“You know Kira better than just about anybody. What kind of jewelry does she usually wear?”
Scott's gaze falls back on the rings in the case. “Mostly simple stuff. Sometimes she'll wear a crazy ring or- she's got this really scary pair of earrings that I think might double as weapons.” He drums his fingertips on the glass, still staring at the display.
Derek feels so out of place, standing next to Scott where Stiles should be, but he's not sure how to bring it up without offending his alpha or making his own worries known. He looks down into the case where there's a wide variety of rings to choose from. There are elaborate bands, different stone shapes, solitaires and three-stone settings. Scott's heartbeat trips once, drawing Derek's attention. “What?”
“That one,” he says, tapping on counter. “Third from the right, second row back.”
Derek leans over his shoulder as the woman behind the counter reaches into the case for the ring. It's a single round-cut diamond with a silver band that's mostly plain except for where it splits on either side of the setting, crossing over itself to form what looks like infinity symbols. And that's what this marriage will be for Scott: forever. It really is kind of perfect. Derek lifts his hand to Scott's shoulder, gives it a squeeze. “She's gonna love it.”
“You think?”
Derek nods. “Yeah. Have you thought about how you're going to propose?”
Scott's heart starts racing at that, eyes turning slightly scared as he stands up straight. “I didn't- I've been- I was just so focused on picking the right ring that I haven't even...”
Derek just laughs and grins.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 409 – andalusite
Warnings: None, really. Vague Scott/Kira, some Derek/Stiles unresolved angst. Future fic.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~620
Summary: Derek plays Scott's wingman on a trip to the jewelers.
Disclaimer: It's all lies and I own nothing.
Derek awkwardly slides into the passenger seat of Scott's car – a practical sedan he purchased not long after he graduated from UCBH as a doctor of veterinary medicine – greeting his alpha with a nod. The ride downtown to one Beacon Hills' few jewelry shops is short, the silence between them filled with the noise of some alt-rock CD Scott's got playing at a low volume.
This day has been coming for a while, Derek thinks. He just never imagined he'd be the one at Scott's side for it. As he follows Scott into the jeweler's, he wonders again how he ended up as Scott's second, much less in this situation. A lot has changed over the past few years – they've grown up and matured, lost many pack members and gained others, created enemies and allies. And now, Scott's stepping up and doing the ultimate mature thing, making the ultimate commitment. Well, that's what he intends to do, anyway, as he approaches the woman behind the counter with a slight bit of trepidation.
Derek browses the cases, immediately turning back towards Scott when his gaze settles on a large teardrop-shaped pendant glinting amber and whiskey under the bright display lights. His mind flashes on Stiles, the way he looked standing outside Derek's apartment in the dim hallway as he said goodbye.
A woman in a black dress and pearls approaches him with a smile. “I saw you looking at our collection of andalusite. Can I show you anything in particular?”
“Uh, no, thanks.” Derek gives her a brief nod and makes his way over to where Scott's leaning over a case of engagement rings. He can read the anxiety in the stiff line of Scott's back, feels the sympathetic echo of it in the tension in his own shoulders. Drawing up beside him, Derek claps a hand on Scott's back. “So?”
Scott looks up at him with wide eyes. “I have no idea what I'm doing, man.”
“You know Kira better than just about anybody. What kind of jewelry does she usually wear?”
Scott's gaze falls back on the rings in the case. “Mostly simple stuff. Sometimes she'll wear a crazy ring or- she's got this really scary pair of earrings that I think might double as weapons.” He drums his fingertips on the glass, still staring at the display.
Derek feels so out of place, standing next to Scott where Stiles should be, but he's not sure how to bring it up without offending his alpha or making his own worries known. He looks down into the case where there's a wide variety of rings to choose from. There are elaborate bands, different stone shapes, solitaires and three-stone settings. Scott's heartbeat trips once, drawing Derek's attention. “What?”
“That one,” he says, tapping on counter. “Third from the right, second row back.”
Derek leans over his shoulder as the woman behind the counter reaches into the case for the ring. It's a single round-cut diamond with a silver band that's mostly plain except for where it splits on either side of the setting, crossing over itself to form what looks like infinity symbols. And that's what this marriage will be for Scott: forever. It really is kind of perfect. Derek lifts his hand to Scott's shoulder, gives it a squeeze. “She's gonna love it.”
“You think?”
Derek nods. “Yeah. Have you thought about how you're going to propose?”
Scott's heart starts racing at that, eyes turning slightly scared as he stands up straight. “I didn't- I've been- I was just so focused on picking the right ring that I haven't even...”
Derek just laughs and grins.
