soldier!derek

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked. “You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position. “Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

au: Derek and Stiles meet at a German camp. -- “My name…” The boy trails, then grimaces. “Stiles Stilinski.” Derek’s eyebrows rise. “Stiles. Nickname?” Stiles nods. “You English, how is it… Butcher.” That surprises a laugh out of him. Stiles looks startled at the sound, heart racing, before he tentatively smiles. “You laugh, but its true.”