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Written for @sterekvalentineweek​​​​​ theme Honeymoon.
Summary: Their honeymoon doesn’t go as planned. Much to Stiles’s liking—it goes way better than planned.
It’s been great once again participating in this year’s Sterek Valentine Week! Hope everyone’s had a blast either reading, writing or artworking for this event. See y’all next year!
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Stiles didn’t know if it would be amazing or horrific. The not knowing was what killed him more than the fact that he was twenty-three and still a virgin.
Well, ‘virgin’ heavily depended on what societal norm you followed.
He and Derek had fooled around plenty since getting together two years prior. Most kinks were already flushed out, boundaries drawn as lines in their sandbox. Knew what to expect when Derek and sex and orgasms were on the table.
But Derek and penetrative sex and husband had never been on the table before. It only entered the same room as the table two days ago.
As it stood, Stiles was in Cabo on his honeymoon both dreading and anticipating the moment where Derek started something Stiles wasn’t sure he could finish.
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Well, heyyy! First Sterek art of the year, this time for @sterekvalentineweek! I haven’t made art in a while, and I’ve been heads down in a lot of writing (for both work and fic, so yeah, a lot of words). Then, I looked at an WIP art piece I had in my queue yesterday, and the idea struck me to make some Movie Fix-It art with a drabble to change things up and get into another headspace. I also wanted something nice to treat myself and others, so yeah, this is 100% self-indulgent. 24 hours later, I present some romantic Sterek fluff to you. Just imagine Derek filling pages of a journal trying to document his process to make the Jeep good as new again. And Stiles seeing this for the first time? So many feels! Inspired by the prompts “confession” and “rose” (the latter influencing the color palette and vibes). Cheers, and hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day, and spread all the Sterek love! <3 Title: Memories Bring Back You  (<- on AO3) Rating: G WC: 200 (w/ art) Tags: Reading, Reunions, Bonding, Developing Relationship, Getting Back Together, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Valentine’s Day, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Romantic Fluff, Diary/Journal, Love Confessions, Mixed Media, Digital Art, Double Drabble Summary: It’s surreal to see Stiles flipping through the pages of his precious journal, soaking in every single word and drawing he’s documented over the years. “You’re a dumbass, Derek,” Stiles declares plainly. [Or: Derek tells Stiles how he really feels about him after all these years apart from each other. Because it’s written down on paper now, and it’s about damn time.]
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Want You Bad - Day 7
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6
As was usual, Stiles and Kira were having lunch at the station with Stiles’ father. It had been a relatively calm week, and the Friday lunch seemed like a good way to celebrate the lack of dumpster fires, disasters, general chaos, or major arrests or accidents. Stiles was especially proud of the last part, considering the previous week’s rosebush debacle. He still hadn’t quite forgiven Jackson for that one.
Of course, just as Stiles was thinking that things were going well, Derek and Jordan came into the station, both of them carting a person with them. By the way the people - a man and a woman - were stumbling, it looked like they were both heavily intoxicated. Which was impressive for 11:30 in the morning on a Friday.
“Deputy Hale?” Noah called, getting up from his office chair and walking towards Derek’s desk.
“We got a call from Chris down at Arrowhead. Allison was having some issues with a couple of customers who didn’t take kindly to being cut off. At eleven in the morning.”
“Dude, you’re ruining the honeymoon!” the man lamented as he was being forcibly sat in the chair beside Derek’s desk.
“Yeah! We were - hic - celebrating!” the woman chimed in from Jordan’s desk.
Stiles took a closer look at the man, and then frantically grabbed for his phone from the front pocket of his jeans. With quick fingers, he logged into the encrypted cloud that kept his casefiles and pertinent business documents, scrolling until he found what he was looking for.
“Kira. Kira, it’s him,” he said, flailing his hand out to get her attention. When she finally looked, he showed her his phone.
“Oh. Oh my god,” she exclaimed, grabbing onto Stiles’ arm with sheer excitement.
“Son?” Noah gave him a quizzical glance.
“Remember that case I was telling you about? The one I was working on with a few other investigators up north?”
“Yes. What does that have to do with this?”
“Well. Deputy Hale here just arrested the guy.”
“Did he now.” Stiles grinned, watching the guy look between them all, confusion written all over his face.
“Oh yeah. This is gonna be my major payday!”
“You want to start explaining what the hell you’re taling about, Stiles?” Derke asked testily.
“Gladly! This dickhead is currently married to six other women - oh yeah buddy, we are absolutely bringing you back to Oregon to face that down - and I was asked by some connections of mine to keep an eye out, as they heard he might have been headed this way. And what do you know! He choose our sweet little town to marry wife number seven!”
Stiles was on a roll. Which was the only explanation for what came out of his mouth next. “And actually, if this guy can get away with being married to seven women - which you so did not, ya dickhead - then I can absolutely ask Derek Hale out on a date!” The resulting silence was when Stiles realized what he’d said out loud.
Derek shrugged, looking pleased. “Sure. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Oh my god, I did not mean- wait. What?”
“Stiles. You have not been subtle. At all. I’ve been waiting for you to just grow a pair and ask me out.”
“I. You. Huh?” Stiles blinked a few times. This could not be happening.
“Wait. Does this mean Erica wins the pot?” Kira piped up, still clutching at Stiles.
“What pot?” he asked her, turning his head towards her so abruptly even Jordan could hear his neck crack from across the station.
“Oh, we had a bet on how long it would take you to ask Derek out.”
“Peter actually bet that Derek would have to make the first move,” Noah said, smirking slightly.
“What the fuck,” Stiles muttered.
“Language!” Kira, Noah, Jordan, and Derek said in unison.
“Okay! First of all, betting on my love life was low!” Stiles shot everyone in the room a small glare. “Second of all, if there was ever a situation in which I could use strong fucking language, this is fucking it.” Then he turned to Derek, and flailed a hand at him. “And third! You! You knew, this whole time, that I have wanted you, and you let me make a fool of myself?” Derek shrugged again.
“I knew you’d get your shit together eventually.”
“Okay, one, rude. Two, get over here and kiss me right now before I reconsider.” Derek did not need to be told twice before doing exactly as Stiles told him to.
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(Monday) February 13th - Rose
Marriage Proposal
Stiles pulls out the old velvet box shaped like a rose, lays it on the pillow right in front of Derek’s still closed eyes, and waits.
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Want You Bad - Day 6
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5
“Now you’re just being rude and petty,” Stiles grumbled as Jordan dragged him out of the back of the cruiser by his elbow. At least he hadn’t put him in handcuffs. Stiles was even more frustrated when he saw Jackson’s obnoxious Porsche pull into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s station.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Stiles.” He could hear the glee in Jordan’s voice, as they marched right into the station.
“Aw, hell kid. What did you get up to now?” The disappointment in his dad’s voice hurt more than the scrapes and cuts all over his face, neck, and arms. The one day he left his flannel in his jeep, and it had to be today.
“He was sneaking around my rose bushes, Sheriff,” Jackson answered for him.
“I was not sneaking! I was conducting surveillance! Your rose bushes just happened to get in my way.” Noah gave his son The Look. Stiles hadn’t been on the receiving end of that look for a while.
“Parrish?”
“We got a call to the non-emergency line about a suspicious person. Derek and I flipped a coin, and I won, so I went to check it out. And that’s how I found Stiles tangled in Mr. Whittemore’s rose bushes.” Stiles could look. But he didn’t have to. He knew Jordan was enjoying this thoroughly.
“How you have a successful business when you’re like this is well beyond me,” said a new voice from the doorway of Noah’s office. Stiles groaned - internally and out loud - by the look of pure amusement on Derek’s face. Well. This was just turning into an entire station affair, now wasn’t it? Noah sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Do we know who placed the call?”
“I did!” Jackson said proudly.
“Of course you did, ya dick,” Stiles grumbled at him.
“Language,” Noah, Jordan and Derek all muttered at the same time.
“Are you for real right now?” Stiles was summarily ignored as his dad addressed Jackson.
“Do you plan on pressing charges?”
“Oh no. Not at all.” This caught Stiles’ attention.
“Then what the actual hell, Jax?”
“Oh, I just wanted to watch you get arrested. It was the highlight of my week! Wait til I show Peter the video.” Stiles just stood there, dumbfounded. Then he turned to his dad.
“I need new friends. I’m closing up shop and fucking off to Bora Bora.” The fact that he wasn’t chastised for his language meant something. What, Stiles wasn’t sure. But he was sure it would likely come back to bite him sometime. His dad just huffed a small chuckle at him.
“You have fun with that, kid. Parrish? We done here?”
“Yeah, Sheriff. We’re done.”
“Great. Get the hell out of my office. Stiles? You stay here. I’ll call Peter to come pick you up.”
“Don’t you mean you’ll call Kira? You know, my business partner?”
“Oh no. Not a chance.”
“Fantastic.” Stiles slumped in the seat across from his dad’s desk - one he was overly familiar with.
“I would highly suggest tending to your scrapes.” Stiles had forgotten that Derek was still in the room, and nearly jumped out of his seat when he heard his voice.
“Yeah. Uh. I’ll get right on that,” he mumbled.
“And Stiles?”
“Yeah, Derek?”
“Try not to get arrested again today. I have two hours left of my shift, and I am in no mood for paperwork.” With that, Derek turned on his heel and left the office.
Stiles turned back to his dad, and noticed the smirk and the raised eyebrow.
“Oh god, just call Peter, or kill me now,” he groaned.
“You know, son, you really could put yourself out of your misery if you just asked Derek out on a date.”
“You have no idea how much I absolutely cannot do that.”
“Whatever you say son,” Noah sighed. Then he picked up his phone and made the call to Peter to, as Noah said it, ‘come collect his son’s dumb ass’.
Stiles could feel the love. Truly.
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Written for @sterekvalentineweek​​​​ themes Wine and Rose Rosé.
Summary: No bottle of California Rosé Wine would fix this.
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Like hell a bottle of rosé would fix this. Stiles could be bribed 98% of the time when it came to Derek, but not this time. No, this time it was personal.
This time, his dad was the one to make a snarky comment. The bruises marking Stiles’s neck stood out starkly against pale skin. No way they would sneak past the Sheriff. And on Valentine’s Day no less. It was obvious.
So much for keeping them a secret.
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Want You Bad - Day 5
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4
It was Stiles’ usual night out with his friends. They were at their usual bar, and, of course, discussing his latest case - or, as many of the details that he could legally share.
Danny was laughing at his anecdotes, and adding his own. Erica and Boyd were snuggled up and being snarky. Isaac was making quips at Stiles’ expense. Jackson was reminding, for the millionth time, that he would absolutely not bail Stiles out of jail. Peter and Kira were commiserating about Stiles being their biggest headache, and the drinks were flowing freely. All in all, Stiles was having a really great night!
And really, he could only blame the six beers he’d had for what happened next. And the fact that he had not been thinking at all in that moment.
One minute, he was laughing at something Isaac had said, leaning into Danny for support, and the next, his vision had honed in on Derek and Jordan standing at the bar, laughing to themselves.
It looked like Jordan had his hand on Derek’s arm. They were standing way too close to each other for Stiles’ liking. And then, Stiles was standing from his table, and walking right on over to them.
Sliding right in next to Derek, before Stiles could even realize what he was doing, he leaned up and licked Derek right across the cheek. Then, he turned and stared Jordan down. And Jordan? Well. He just burst out laughing. And that’s when it all hit Stiles.
“Uh…” he said eloquently.
“What the hell?” Derek asked. And all Stiles could do was blink up at him as Derek grabbed a napkin from the bar and wiped his cheek.
“Um. Oops?”
“Oops? Stiles, how the hell is licking me an ‘oops’ situation?” Jordan had calmed his laughter down by now, sort of, and addressed Stiles himself.
“Oh my god, chill out. He’s yours, Stiles. Absolutely yours,” Jordan emphasized, glancing at Derek, who glared right back at Jordan.
“I am not his, Jordan.”
“He licked you. So you’re his,” Jordan said through another fit of giggles. Derek sighed.
“Jordan, you are 35 years old. How are as mature as a 12-year-old?”
“The Stilinski Effect, most likely.”
“Wait,” Stiles said, brain finally coming back online. “Which Stilinski?”
“Yes,” was all Jordan said, with a sombre nod. “Anyway, have a great rest of your night, Stiles.” Then he grabbed the drinks that had been put in front of him, and walked away to a different table, Derek following along.
On slightly shaky legs, Stiles wandered back to his own table, and collapsed next to Danny in a heap.
“Stiles. I know I have given you a lot of flak for how you’ve gone about courting my nephew. But that. That was truly a masterclass in disaster.” Peter was grinning at him like the cat that caught the canary. All Stiles could do was sigh as the others burst out laughing.
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(Sunday) February 12th - Lick
Mpreg, Domestic Fluff
Derek licks his jaw lovingly as Stiles leans back into the wolf’s warmth. Sometimes when everything is calm, Derek likes to full shift and just lounge around. He’s been doing it in the bedroom more often though, and Stiles knows it’s to lure him into resting. It works nine out of ten times; Derek is gorgeous and his wolf form is majestic, but sometimes, like now, Stiles feels too jittery to sit down right away, so they compromise beforehand.
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Written for @sterekvalentineweek​​​ theme Lick.
Summary: Derek was a weird kid. He tried not to become a weird adult, but things never go as planned. Stiles helps him through his insecurities.
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It was a weird habit to get into. Not at first, though.
At first, the habit could be passed off as childish tempers getting the better of childish kids. Petty actions that seemed justifiable due to unlawful wrongdoing or mismanaged belongings. A way to stake a claim on something someone at some point unreasonably believed to be theirs.
That was how the licking started: harmless. Childish, but normal.
But then it evolved. In so many ways, the licking evolved.
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(Saturday) February 11th - Confession
Stackson BROTP, Fluff
Stiles is, for all intents and purposes, a very straightforward person.
One just has to dig a little bit under all the sarcasm and misdirection to catch that thread.
Survival is a talent, okay?
All this to say: if he were to ever confess his feelings for Derek, he would be honest and open, maybe even fun about it.
“You sent him on a wild goose chase around town to find you.”
“I said fun, okay?!” Stiles crosses his arms. He doesn’t pout. “And it’s a scavenger hunt, not a futile search.”
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Written for @sterekvalentineweek​​ theme Confession.
Summary: Stiles pisses Derek off sometimes. His mouth gets him into all sorts of trouble. It’s also one of the human’s few saving graces.
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Want You Bad - Day 4
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3
It really should have been a routine sort of day. Stiles and Danny were at the Sheriff’s station, going over some paperwork for a joint investigation.
It wasn’t often that his dad, or his deputies, asked for his help, but when they did Stiles made sure to do everything by the book. Well. As by the book as he could. And what the others didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. He hoped.
Danny was going over the finer details of his particular skillset, while Stiles was trying to maintain an air of professionalism. Which, admittedly, was rather difficult given his current state of general disarray.
Stiles and chaos often went hand in hand. However, this time, it really hadn’t been his fault.
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Never Judge a Cook by Their Baking Skills
Written for @sterekvalentineweek​ theme Velvet.
Summary: Expectations are a dangerous thing—especially when it pertains to Stiles and Derek.
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Want You Bad - Day 3
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1 Day 2
If there was one thing that Stiles could say for himself, it was that he was a damn good friend. And damn good friends support their friends in need. Even when said need involved a hammer, nails, heavy lifting, and the egos of community theatre actors.
Erica, of course, was the exception. And because she was the exception, and Stiles had hit a brick wall on a case, he really couldn’t say no when she asked for his help getting the stage set up for opening night. (And if he got to sneakily ogle at Derek doing some heavy lifting of his own, well, that was his little secret.)
Stiles was well into hammering out the last few planks onto a set of prop stairs when the door at the back of the theatre burst open.
“Sorry, sorry!” the dude running down the aisle apologized loudly. “I got caught up!” When Stiles looked up, his eyes went wide.
“You!” he bellowed, catching the attention of everyone else on the stage, including Derek.
This was the guy he’d been looking for. He had been tasked with serving this asshat a court summons for months and months of child support back pay. Peter had brought the case to him personally. Stiles wasn’t about to let his payday go without a fight.
He dropped his hammer, and tried to make his way down the actual stage stairs to catch the guy, and sit him down so he could call Kira for the summons papers. However, his feet had other plans.
Just as Stiles hit the first stair, his foot got caught in a piece of rogue fabric. The fabric tangled, sending him sprawling down the stage steps, enveloping him in dark burgundy velvet. Stiles struggled to get the velvet off his face, only to be met with Erica’s amused smirk looking down at him.
“Wow, Stiles. Just. Wow.” Then Stiles spotted her phone in her hand.
“Erica, if you love me, and I know you do, you will not post or send that to anyone.”
“Too late, Batman!” Stiles felt his phone vibrate, and by Erica’s shit-eating grin, he knew she sent whatever she’d captured of his epic fail to the group chat.
“Well. Fuck.”
“Not even if you ask nicely, Boyd doesn’t like to share.”
With a groan, Stiles extricated himself from his velvet death trap. He spun around, hoping he wasn’t too late in catching the douchecanoe, only to spot Derek sitting on him in one of the audience seats. “Uh,” he said, eloquently.
“This was the guy you needed, right?” Derek asked, as if he didn’t already know. God, he looked good - even covered in dust and sweat.
“Uh. Yup. Yeah. Yes. Yes, that is the guy I need. No! Not need! Was looking for! Yeah. That one!” Stiles knew his face was turning various shades of red. He could hear Erica snickering at him, but that was a problem for Later Stiles. Right Now Stiles needed to deal with this.
“Right,” Derek said slowly. God, Stiles really wished the ground could open up right now and swallow him whole. “Well, you do what you need to do, and we’ll be right here while you do it. Trust me. He isn’t going anywhere without your say so.”
Instead of replying, and risk more unfortunate flailing word vomit, Stiles opted to nod. He turned to make his way back up the stage stairs so he could call Kira somewhere Erica wasn’t having an epic giggle fit.
And just his luck, Stiles’ foot caught the edge of the velvet fabric again, and sent him careening up the steps. “Why is this my life?” he asked the floor he was facing.
“Because you’re Stiles Stilinski, and no one else can be you but you.”
“It was a rhetorical question, Erica.”
“And you got a non-rhetorical answer. Now, stop trying to destroy our fabric! You have a job to do.”
“Yeah yeah, Catwoman, I’m on it.” It took ever ounce of self-control Stiles had not to look back. He really did not want to see the look on Derek’s face.
Lucky for him. Erica had managed to capture it on video, meaning everyone and their uncle (mainly Peter) would have opinions they were only too happy to share with Stiles.
God, why was this his life?
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(Friday) February 10th - Velvet
Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Only One Bed
Stiles turns on his side, facing Derek, and rests his forehead against Derek’s arm after a split-second decision. He takes it as a win when Derek doesn’t tense at the contact.
He must be so tired, too.
Quietly, Stiles says, “Thank you for coming for me.”
Derek’s hand finds his own in the dark. “Always.”
Stiles drifts off to sleep on velvet sheets, finally safe.
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Summary: Derek met Stiles once upon a full moon and hated his scent. Every subsequent year, Derek caught himself marking a shift in the human’s scent. And every year, Derek’s feelings about it become more apparent.
Or: Five times Derek noticed Stiles’s scent and one time he loved it.
Rating: T
Archive Warning: None
Relationship: Derek/Stiles
Characters: Derek, Stiles
Additional Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Compliant, Canonical Character Death, Future, 5+1 Things, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Scents & Smells, Stiles Stilinski’s Scent, Sterek Valentine Week 2023            
Language: English
Words: 2.2K
Written for @sterekvalentineweek​ theme Scent.
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Want You Bad - Day 2
This is part of a series for #sterekvalentineweek - I would suggest reading them in order.
What you can generally expect - hilarity, chaos, mishaps, slow burn, strong language, and vague descriptions of some minor criminal activity.
I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as I did!
Day 1
Every few days or so, Stiles and Kira made a point to visit his dad at the station, and bring him lunch. His dad had long since given up telling Stiles he didn’t have to. And Stiles knew he appreciated the company. So it wasn’t unusual for them to sit in the Sheriff’s office with the door open, chatting, eating, and generally Stiles trying to overhear what was going on with the other deputies.
“Don’t you get any ideas, son.” Noah had put his sandwich down - a delicious grilled salmon affair that Kira had made - and watched his son balance on the back feet of his chair warily. Slowly, Stiles lowered himself back down to ground level.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh. So you weren’t just eavesdropping on Parrish, trying to catch a lead?”
“Um.”
“Stiles. You are not smooth. Quit while you’re ahead.” Kira smiled her sunshine smile at him, but he could hear the teasing underneath.
“You marrying Peter is the worst thing that has ever happened to me,” Stiles grumbled.
They continued to eat their lunch in comfortable silence, when a commotion suddenly occurred near where Jordan and Derek had their desks. And then, in Derek walked, grimacing, covered heard to toe in… Something. Unable to resist, Stiles got out of his chair, and leaned against the door frame of his father’s office.
“What happened to you?” Stiles asked, nodding at Derek’s general, well, ick factor. Faintly, he heard his dad grumble and Kira snort a laugh behind him.
The amusement died as soon as it started because what followed shortly after Derek’s arrival was the stench. An absolutely disgusting, appalling, dreadful stench.
With a glare, Derek turned and looked at Stiles, who was now delicately covering his nose with his sleeve. Through gritted teeth, Derek answered Stiles’ question with: “Goats.”
“Goats? Goats happened to you?” Stiles lowered his arm, intrigued.
Before Derek could respond to that, Jordan cut in, not even trying to hide his amusement at the situation. “That’s what the noise complaint was about?”
“Yes. I followed up on a noise complaint because a herd of goats were in distress. Goats that should not have been anywhere near the Preserve in the first place, and definitely should not have been in distress.” Jordan sat back down, and openly laughed, making Derek growl deep in his throat. Fuck, Stiles liked that sound.
“So. That happened because of… goats.”
“Yes, Stiles. Goats. Goats who eat everything and then proceed to expel said everything everywhere, where it is easy to step in, and slip.”
“Oh my god, you got attacked by goats.” Derek turned away from him, and shuddered.
“Fucking. Goats.”
“I mean. Were the goats doing the fucking, or were they being fucked? Inquiring minds need to know.” Derek paused in collecting his things just long enough to turn to Stiles again and give him another withering glare.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Do you want an itemized list? I think Kira keeps one on our cloud.”
“Or, Deputy Hale, you can take the rest of the day and go home. I believe getting the, uh, goat off of you would do us all wonders.” Noah clapped a hand on Stiles’ shoulder, and walked by him on his way out of the office.
“Yeah. I’m gonna do that. Thanks, Sheriff.”
“Don’t thank me yet, son. You still have to file the report on the, uh, illegal goat operations.” Derek groaned again, but didn’t argue on his way out.
Stiles watched him go for as long as he could before turning back into his father’s office and sighing.
“So. I keep a list of your flaws on our cloud?” Stile blinked at Kira, who was giving him that look that he knew meant trouble for him later on.
“I mean. Don’t you?”
“Me? No, I would never. I think Peter might, though. Should I ask him?” She pulled out her phone, wedding ring glinting in the mid-afternoon sunlight coming in from the windows.
Yup. Kira marrying Peter was definitely the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
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