You will tell him yourself.
It is too late.
Post-apocalyptic AU. The fallout has spared only the supernatural. His father dead, Lydia dead, Stiles turned by Derek before it was too late. Grief hasn’t dulled his survival skills, only honed his obsession with keeping the pack alive in this nightmare of a new world. BUT WHO WILL SAVE STILES? WHO? (Hint: Derek. Sometimes with his penis.)
Heart-stoppingly perfect commission by Theopteryx. Feeling blessed, but without the unholy flesh burning! <3
Here’s a commission I drew for delighterful! This was a blast. /o/