*accidentally refers to 2nd semester as season 2*
"Your husband is never coming back," one of the suitors tells him. His mouth is stained with Stiles’s good wine, the wine they had been saving for a special occasion. "You’re going to have to marry one of us, and soon.”
"Maybe," Derek says, looking away. "Not before I finish his shroud."
His hands are shaking a little as he sews, but the stitches are good, solid, easy to pick out with his claws later.
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
easy there henry
whos henry what thef uck?
*faint laughter from Britian*
this is the first time that I have seen Horrible Histories take over a post and it is beautiful