I need a fic where Stiles still feels cold all the time and just can’t seem to get warm. He shivers, wears layer upon layer and no matter what, the coldness in his bones doesn’t go away.
And one day during a pack meeting, he’s being squeezed on the couch between Scott and Derek and Derek is just a fucking furnace next to him. His body heat radiates and Stiles melts right beside him, finally, finally able to warm up for the first time in weeks.
After that he finds himself subconsciously, or perhaps consciously, seeking Derek’s warmth, sticking close by, accidental touches, brushes of a hand here and there.
Derek notices, because well it’s Derek and he doesn’t skip a beat, especially when it comes to Stiles. It’s not like he can ignore the chills and goosebumps breaking out all over his skin whenever he’s around. And he’s always close, too close, brushing up against Derek whenever he can.
Derek finds that he can’t focus on anything else but Stiles’ pale lips, his hunched form, the slight yet forced chatter of his teeth and the small desperate movements of a man who has ice running through his veins.
He doesn’t ask, because he doesn’t need to. And Stiles doesn’t offer any explanation in return either. He breaks down, a puddle of soft goo in Derek’s strong, comforting arms. His head is swimming, unable to grasp onto the heat fast enough, spreading through his entire being like a wild uncontrollable blaze.