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Summary: 

When Stiles asked Derek to stand-in for his ex during Christmas with the Stilinski family, he somehow didn’t account for the fact that Derek was amazing.

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It occurred to Stiles, far too late, that he’d made a terrible mistake.

“Your young man is just lovely, dear,” said his grandmother as they cleared the table after Christmas dinner. She looked sweet and apple-cheeked, proud and doting and every day her seventy years; it wasn’t fair that the image only made it harder to convince people she was the dastardly matchmaker of Stiles’s nightmares. “How long did you say you’ve been seeing him? A year?” Despite her age, her dark eyes were sharp when she looked at him, a little too much like his own for Stiles to be completely at ease.

Stiles had practiced his entire life for this moment, however, and he managed to force a convincing grin. He was thankful, not for the first time, that nobody in his family had supernatural lie-detecting abilities, although he admitted his grandmother occasionally came close.

“Yeah, about a year. January, I think.”

His grandmother nodded, looking pleased at the news as she cleaned scraps of food off her best china. It was the same expression she wore when grinding meat to make homemade sausage, or when interrogating her own son, the sheriff; for obvious reasons, it didn’t comfort Stiles at all.

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