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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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❤️Sterek Valentine Week 2023❤️
5th Year Anniversary!
Regardless of your current relationship status, Valentine’s Day will be here soon. So let’s get creative and celebrate together for the fifth year in a row!
Sterek Valentine Week is an event that celebrates the eternal love between Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, characters from Teen Wolf. This event runs through the week before Valentine’s Day (February 8th - February 14th). Each day has a “Valentine’s Day/Love” prompt assigned to it:
Sterek Valentine Week 2023
(Wednesday) February 8th - Wine
(Thursday) February 9th - Scent
(Friday) February 10th - Velvet
(Saturday) February 11th - Confession
(Sunday) February 12th - Lick
(Monday) February 13th - Rose
(Tuesday) February 14th - Honeymoon
How to participate:
All you have to do is examine the prompt list, and create a work/s that corresponds with your chosen prompt.
There’s no need to sign up!
All forms of fan work are acceptable (fic, art, edits, gifs sets, mood boards, vids, playlists etc).
Remember: Tag your work with our event’s tag, use trigger warnings and, tag for mature content if applicable.
#sterekvalentineweek2023
How to post:
Publish and tag your work on your own tumblr and I will reblog it.
If by end of day, you don’t see your post reblogged on the event’s tumblr, feel free to send me a message with the link!
Or post your work to our collection on Archive of Our Own.
Event Tag: #sterekvalentineweek2023
Ao3 Link: Sterek_Valentine_Week (HERE)
Timing:
For this event, late posting is ALWAYS welcome. The only rule is to not post your work too early. And this is just so we can space out the entries. If the date assigned to your prompt has passed, you are free to publish your work any day after.
I’ll be keeping tack of the tag, checking the blog, and watching Ao3 for new entries until about April.
Final note:
Feel free to ask questions! You can contact me via tumblr ask or message.
Now let’s have our best year yet! Happy Sterek Valentine Week 2023!
Please share the love and reblog/share this post so no one misses out. Thanks! ❤️❤️❤️
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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.
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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for the Sterek Valentine Week 2023!!
(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.
#MADE IT#sterekvalentineweek2023#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#teen wolf#mpreg#darling‚ you're glowing#things i write
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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.
#sterekvalentineweek2023#Teen Wolf#Stiles Stilinski#Derek Hale#Stiles is a bit of a disaster#But everyone loves him anyway#Slow burn#sterek is endgame#Catt writes
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for the Sterek Valentine Week 2023!!
(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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Written for the @sterekvalentineweek February 9th prompt, Scent. Thank you to the mods for hosting, this was really fun!
Hope you enjoy!
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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!
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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#my-ao3#sterek#sterekvalentineweek#svw#svw2023#sterekvalentineweek2023#svw2023honeymoon#sterek event
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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.
The food.
It was the one thing Stiles couldn't talk about enough. People always asked him, "What's it like—marrying a pastry chef?" And he never answered with, "Breakfast in bed," or "He makes all of our meals," or his personal favorite people expected, "I gained ten pounds!" No, Stiles couldn't mention Derek's cooking enough.
Because it sucked ass.
Cakes, crisps, cookies, brownies, macaroons, cupcakes, donuts and truffles, Derek perfected. His pastry skills were top-notch, best-in-the-biz-grade weapons he whipped out whenever he needed to impress people. Derek's cooking skills, though.
Those were shit.
Derek was not the chef of the family, for as much as everyone believed he was. No, that position belonged to Stiles—skinny, defenseless, Stiles. The generally-chaotic, disorganized mess of a man with little attention span and even littler sense of time.
Yet when he was in the kitchen, Stiles became a man of legend.
From breakfast to lunch and dinner, Stiles cooked all of the Stilinski-Hale family's meals. Trashy takeout wasn't an option—no matter how fast their metabolisms were.
"Your body is a temple," Stiles would remind his husband whenever it came to sampling the heathen's creations. He limited them to one new recipe a month to sample until perfection. Anything beyond this was just filling their tanks with sluggish junk food—even if Derek happened to make a somewhat-healthy confection.
Stiles was the chef. It was not a well-known fact that the man served his husband of four years breakfast in bed every Valentine's Day since their initial canoodling. Derek liked to keep it that way, so Stiles entertained his love.
When he griddled that day's meals in nothing but red velvet batter, Derek couldn't complain. Red velvet pancakes, waffles or macaroons were better than the burnt monstrosity Derek would've made otherwise.
The subtle teasing reminder that Derek couldn't actually cook only came once a year, so the pastry chef endured.
Plus, Stiles always managed to make it up to him by being extra affectionate on Valentine's Day, so.
It was a win-win.
#my-ao3#my-moodboard#sterekvalentineweek#sterekvalentineweek2023#svw#svw2023#svw2023velvet#sterek event#sterek
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for the Sterek Valentine Week 2023!!
(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.
#sterekvalentineweek2023#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek#teen wolf#darling‚ you're glowing#things i write
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Written for @sterekvalentineweek themes Wine and Rose Rosé.
Summary: No bottle of California Rosé Wine would fix this.
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 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.
#sterekvalentineweek2023#Teen Wolf#Stiles Stilinski#Noah Stilinski#Derek Hale#Jordan Parrish#Kira Yukimura#Slow burn#Stiles is a bit of a disaster#sterek is endgame#Catt writes
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for the Sterek Valentine Week 2023!!
(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.”
#sterekvalentineweek2023#stiles stilinski#jackson whittemore#derek hale#sterek#teen wolf#darling‚ you're glowing#things i write
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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.
#my-ao3#my-moodboard#sterek#sterek event#sterekvalentineweek#sterekvalentineweek2023#svw#svw2023#svw2023scent
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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.
Derek had a temper.
Cora knew it. Laura despised it. Talia reprimanded it. Even Peter knew when Derek's temper was about to boil over and strategically backed off eighty percent of the time.
It seemed like the one person who hadn't got the memo yet—even after ten years together—was...
"It's fine, I won't be mad."
Stiles sat with twiddling fingers on their living room couch. His eyes flickered to and fro anxiously. Obviously Stiles was tense and guilty from the set of his shoulders—the scent of peaches still lingering on his breath.
Still, he had trouble admitting, "I ate your fruit cup."
Justice was served swiftly and ruthlessly.
"I knew it—you BITCH!"
Stiles screamed. Before he could flee the room and subsequent punishment, Derek tackled him into the couch cushions.
It wasn't often the werewolf lost his temper. But when he did, it was as if Zeus himself stabbed you with a sharp thunderbolt. From the crushing pressure of his headlock that kept you floating on the right side of consciousness to the loud rumbling in his chest like thunder, Derek Hale was a force to be reckoned with when pissed.
"I'm sorry!" Stiles wheezed.
"And?" Derek huffed into his partner's ear, face pinched in anger.
Stiles coughed, "And I'll buy you more fruit cups!"
The grip Derek had on his lover's jaw tightened minutely. "And?"
"And I'll never..." Stiles gasped as the pressure started to make him lightheaded. "Never eat yours again."
Derek's biceps uncurled from around Stiles's throat. As his love huffed sweet oxygen, Derek patted his back. "Let's not promise the impossible, babe."
The human glared with red cheeks. "If you would've just gone with me like I asked you to—"
"It was the last one," Derek growled, "I was saving it for tomorrow."
"And I was starving, since you didn't cook breakfast!" Stiles retorted.
"I was a little busy..." The fire in Derek dwindled out to a smoky smolder as a sudden rain cloud turned the tide.
Stiles scoffed, impatiently crossing his arms. "Busy what?"
Derek's face slowly heated. The human started to lose his angry edge as well the longer the silence stretched on.
Eventually, the werewolf mumbled under his breath. Stiles hadn't heard him. "What?" he said, softer than before.
"Busy cleaning out my ass," Derek murmured.
The human blinked. "Oh."
Derek ducked his head. Stiles did his best to hide the thoughts—rather, the memories—taking root in his mind.
"Shut up," Derek huffed, hitting his love with a spare throw pillow.
Stiles must've been emitting some pretty strong chemosignals for Derek to up and leave the room. The human followed him to the kitchen, mouth running the moment he laid eyes on Derek bending to get out the frying pans, "We could go for round two..."
Derek straightened. The hands trailing up his sides left goosebumps in their wake. Stiles drew nearer and the werewolf shivered.
"If you don't mind skipping breakfast," Stiles breathed.
The rush of hot air against his nape went straight to Derek's head. He set the frying pan on the cooktop, gaze downward.
Well. Heads.
"You'll be late for work," Derek protested.
Stiles saw through the weak retort. "The boss loves me," he claimed, licking a strip up his love's neck.
Derek's arms shook against the counter. "Here?"
"Where else?" Nimble fingers slid across Derek's navel.
He debated holding out. After all, Stiles's breath still smelled like peaches.
But then those traitorous lips made their way down Derek's spine, slow and sensual—much unlike their lovemaking the night prior.
Stiles reached his husband's tailbone and paused. If he were anything like Derek—and from the feel of things, he was—then Stiles would have had an aching erection since the topic first came up in the living room.
His exhale was hot against the werewolf's skin, "Der..."
The werewolf caved with a nod.
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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.
Peter really knew how to bring out the worst in Stiles, and between their bickering, and Stiles missing the alarm he’d set on his phone, he’d been late picking up Danny for their meeting at the station.
And being late resulted in flailing. Which resulted in tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. Stiles hadn’t had time to change, which thus resulted in meeting with Danny, and then Chief Deputy Jordan Parrish in torn jeans, a dusty-looking flannel shirt, and some nasty scrapes along his forearms.
All in all, they’d seen Stiles in worse situations, so really, he was doing okay. Except for the look of distaste that Derek had thrown his way when he’d seen him walk into the station. That would stay with Stiles for a long, long time.
As it was, going over the details of the joint investigation meant that Stiles could keep Derek at his back, which was both anxiety-inducing, and a small blessing.
“Delivery for you, Deputy Hale,” Stiles heard from behind him. This also seemed to catch the attention of everyone in the room, including his father. Stiles turned in time to watch Derek open a box cautiously. A balloon popped out of the box, emblazoned with the words “I WUV U!”. And Derek. Well. He looked flabbergasted.
Turning back to the task at hand, Stiles set about concluding the meeting as quickly as possible, and left the station without even saying goodbye to his father.
Whether or not he bought nearly a week’s worth of wine on his way home was a secret he would take to his grave.
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“Stiles.”
“Fuck off, Peter.”
“Why are you throwing up your emotions all over my gorgeous, expensive, Italian leather sofa?”
“Fuck. Off. Peter.” So, Stiles hadn’t quite made it home. Despite Peter’s general, well, Peter-ness, he really was one of the only people Stiles wanted to see right that moment.
Stiles was saved from Peter’s reply by the door to Kira and Peter’s home opening, and the sound of voices floating from the doorway. Stiles sat up from his flopped position on the couch, and watched Kira and Derek walk into the living room. Thankfully, Kira had a bottle of vodka in her hands. A very, very large one. It would go well with his wine.
“My my, nephew. You’re not one to go for the hard stuff. Are we celebrating something?” Leave it to Peter to salt Stiles’ wounds. Derek glanced quickly at Stiles, then sat in the armchair across from the couch as Kira continued on through the living room and into the kitchen.
“I guess you could say we’re celebrating something,” Derek mumbled back. Now that Stiles was looking at him properly, he could see how exhausted Derek looked. He hadn’t seen him that tired since the four day stakeout the summer before when he’d arrested of a financially abusive cult leader.
A few moments later, Kira returned to the living room carrying a tray of drinks which she set on the coffee table. She handed out the drinks, then gave Peter a quick kiss on the cheek before settling on the couch, between her husband and Stiles.
“Well, nephew. Please do enlighten us.”
“We were finally able to arrest my stalker today.” Stiles blinked. Wait. What? By the tension Stiles felt in Kira, and the look of pure rage on Peter’s face, they were just as affected as he was.
“Wait. What?” he asked. Someone had to. Derek rolled his eyes.
“My stalker, Stiles. The one who sent the balloon to the station.”
“The balloon. Confessing their “wuv” for you?”
“That would be the one.”
“I feel like we’re missing some pertinent details, Derek.” Peter was livid. Derek chose that moment to down his drink in one swallow.
“For months now, someone has been sending very direct confessions of love and devotion to the station, addressed to me. These advances have been extremely unwanted. This time, the courier who made the delivery was able to trace the purchase back, and the company the order was placed with was more than willing to assist in light of the warrant they were presented. My stalker is no longer my problem.”
“And you didn’t come to me as this was happening? You didn’t tell anyone?” The rage had slipped off of Peter’s face, only to be replaced with distress. Distress Stiles was feeling in spades.
“It wasn’t your concern. It was my problem to deal with.” Then, Derek stood, took his glass, and the tray, and wandered in the direction of the kitchen.
“I beg your ever-loving pardon!” Peter followed quickly, and Stiles could hear their continued bickering from his seat on the couch.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” Stiles sighed, then slumped.
“I take it you witnessed this gift being delivered, and that’s why you’re here?”
“I really thought I’d lost my chance, Kira. I was nursing a broken heart!”
“By wallowing all over my Italian leather?”
“Oh my god, you are so Peter’s wife.”
Still bickering, Derek and Peter returned to the living room with a fresh tray of drinks. Well, if Stiles was committed to getting sloshed, at least now he wouldn’t feel quite as pathetic about it.
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