Tag: fbi!stiles

strictly-chaotic:

Stiles, suited in SWAT gear, kicks down a door, moving meticulously into the room on high alert.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek growls, dropping the spatula and flicking off the stove as his claws sprout and fangs descend; eyes wildly searching for the potential threat.

Stiles trains his sights about the room as he moves, “Saving you.”

“From what?!” Derek spits out, full beta shift and ready to pounce.

“Loneliness,” Stiles smirks, holstering his weapon before locking it in the safe and tossing his bullet-proof vest on the coat hook by the door. Derek stares incredulously at him, fangs & claws retreating while his eyebrows slowly start to reappear as his heart rate returns to normal.

“Thought it’d be better than, ‘Honey, I’m home’,” Stiles shrugs.

“I married a moron.” Derek grunts as he backs his husband against the wall. He noses up his neck, inhaling his saccharine scent and exhales blissfully. Thoughts of ,‘He’s alive, he’s safe, he’s home,’ flood his heart and soul.

“But you’re paying for that door,” Derek rumbles as he nips roughly behind Stiles’ ear. “Again,” he continues to bite down his neck.

“We’re VIP at Home Depot by now. Always worth it,” Stiles moans as he wraps his arms and legs securely around Derek, basking in his strength and love.