I see Derek Hale raised by his uncles Peter and Chris celebrating after being told that Derek and Stiles are engaged. Stiles filming the whole thing of course.
“I’m home,” Peter calls out as he shuts the door, and damn does it feel good to be able to tell someone that. To share a home with someone he loves. It goes deeper than he can explain, this need for
companionship. It comes from before the fire.
“Welcome back.”
Chris looks happy and sleepy, and it does something funny to Peter’s heart to see his mate wearing nothing but boxers and one of his shirts. Chris kisses him in a way that’s both tenderly and firm, and all the more meaningful because of it.
They talk little after that. Chris pulls him into the bathroom, revealing the bath he had run while waiting for Peter to get home. They get in together and just enjoy each other’s presence. Peter falls asleep with his back against Chris’s chest, his steady heartbeat and the warm water easing all the tension Peter gathered throughout the day.
He wakes when he hears the water being drained. He’s shushed and gathered into his mate’s arms.
He’s taking care of me, Peter thinks sleepily. It’s nice in all the ways he never thought he’d want. His wolf is pleased, too, that Chris is so competent and kind and mine.
Chris depositshim into their bed and pulls the blanket over them both.
“Sleep, darling. I’ll wake you up if you have nightmares,” Chris murmurs, and it’s more than enough for Peter to push himself further into his embrace and let his eyes droop.
Let’s get real, if I were gonna bang anyone on Teen Wolf, it would be THIS GUY:
1. Teens on the show: ugh, gross, they would be terrible, all jackrabbit humping and Axe.
2. Papa Stilinski might cry.
3. Derek Hale would DEFINITELY cry and would also probably play Your Body is A Wonderland on repeat.
4. Look at this guy. He goes downtown. He goes uptown. He goes on the cross town bus and then gets a transfer so he can take the express. He was super in love with his wife and made crazy love to her constantly and she does not strike me as a lady who is easily pleased and what I’m saying is fffffffffffffff, leg holster me on it. Deep-v-neck me on it.
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