I don’t know if I submitted this yet or not but, as Derek’s birthday was a few days ago, have some cute.
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Stiles found himself staring in amazement at the sight that met him when he came home from work.
There was Derek Hale, the love of his life, the thorn in his side that he never wanted to pull out, his mate in mind, body and soul, sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with a book laying on his stomach. That wasn’t particularly unusual. He often came home to find Derek had fallen asleep while reading and it always made him smile.
But the teeny tiny ball of white and palest gray fluff that was curled up in the crook of Derek’s neck was unusual. When he’d left that morning Derek had been insisting that he would not, under any circumstances, so much as look at the kitten Stiles had brought home without consulting him first. Yet here his sourest of sourwolves was, conked out with a sleeping kitten cuddled into his neck.
The sight was so damned adorable it should be illegal and it made Stiles melt and his heart make acrobatic flips in his chest. He took a quick picture with his phone, sent it to his cloud back up just in case Derek confiscated the phone to erase the photo, then walked over to sit on the coffee table next to where Derek’s hand dangled off the sofa.
It didn’t take long for Derek to stir, it never did when Stiles came home, and soon Stiles was treated to the sight of his mate’s unfairly gorgeous eyes blinking blearily open. “So…I see you two have made friends.”
The blush that darkened Derek’s cheeks delighted Stiles beyond reason.
“It wouldn’t stop crying after you left for work,” Derek grumbled, flicking his gaze to stare at the pop art on the wall.
“Uh-huh. You realize I already know that you love cats right? You told me while you were doped up on that spell the witch tossed at you a year ago. I learned a spell to keep a cat from reacting badly to werewolves just cause they’re werewolves so you could have a cat,” Stiles told him and grinned when that got Derek to look at him again, eyes wide.
He loved being able to surprise Derek with good things. Loved the awed look of joy his mate got when he was given something he never thought he’d have. Even if he had to chip through the instinctive reaction of assumed sour grapes.
“You got the kitten for me?”
Stiles nodded and leaned in to kiss Derek softly, “Happy Birthday baby. Wanna watch a movie?”
Derek rubbed the fingers of one hand over his lips, careful not to disturb his kitten. His kitten. His lips tilted up just a bit at the corners in contentment. Stiles had gotten him a kitten. Learned a spell so he could have one. It made him feel loved and warm right down to his soul. “How about the Princess Bride?”
Stiles grinned and blew Derek a kiss, “As you wish.”
~ submitted by @trulywicked
I AM SQUEALING SO MUCH. THIS IS THE BEST. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *makes every high pitched sound known to the human race*
@crossroadswrite LOOK. AT. THIS.
Kitten Fluff
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