Stiles stands in the doorway of the loft, mouth agape because…that’s Derek Hale. Signing. Disney songs. To children.
It isn’t that Stiles hadn’t believed Derek when he said he could handle a couple of kids for a few hours while Stiles and Scott went on a rescue mission to get their parents back- fucking fairies- but he hadn’t expected, well, for him to be good with kids. Stiles has always just assumed Derek had been the “cool” older brother, or the “hug me in public and you die” younger type. But nope. Derek’s leather wearing street cred is now no longer as the words to The Bare Necessities echo throughout the room.
It’s cute and totally unfair. Stiles has been trying to supress his feelings for Derek since he was sixteen and this right here is the opposite of helpful. Especially when Derek scoops both kids up and onto his shoulders and starts- oh my god, he can dance too? Part of Stiles wants to laugh, because Derek Sourwolf Hale is dancing and singing like your regualar Disney princess- except Derek is totally hotter- but he doesn’t dare make a sound, loathe to ruin the moment.
“The bees are buzzing in the trees to make some honey just for me,” Derek sings, spinning around and grinning, the kids laughing above him as they cling tightly to his broad shoulders and squeal happily. Stiles curses himself for thinking how good a dad Derek would make one day at the image. Curses himself even more for imagining being by Derek’s side if that were ever to happen.
He’s so busy daydreaming he doesn’t even realise his cover is blown until his arms are full of flailing limbs, the room filling up with words like Stiles and Derek is sooooo cool. Don’t you think Derek is cool, Stiles?
Stiles grins and looks up at Derek then, heart jumping in his throat at the picture Derek makes. His smile hasn’t faded and he’s looking at Stiles like he can’t take his eyes off of him. It takes Stiles a moment to realise he’s stopped breathing.
“You’re pretty cool too, Stiles,” the little girl, Stephanie, says, blushing a little. Stiles does his best to supress a laugh and scoops her up in his arms, making his way over to Derek who’s picked up Parker again because she’s being carried!!!
“Did you find them?” Derek asks. Stiles nods.
“They’re at the hospital being checked over. Melissa said they were fine.”
“Does this mean we have to go home?” Stephanie pouts, eyes suddenly wide. Parker voices his disapproval of that plan too, wrapping his little arms around Derek’s neck in a kind of death hold. Stiles can’t help but let out a giggle when Derek’s eyes momentarily bug out from being (lovingly) choked to death by a six year old, and tries desperately to remove him without breaking him.
“I was thinking some pizza is in order,” Stiles says, looking back at the kids. “Then you can go home. How about it?” Stephanie and Parker look at each other briefly before grinning and nodding.
“Do you and Derek get a pizza each?” Parker asks, tilting his head to the side like he’s assessing them.
“We can,” Stiles says, bemused. “Why?”
“Because mommy and daddy only get one pizza,” he says.
“That’s what married people do!” Stephanie adds. It’s Stiles’ turn to choke then and he feels himself blush, unable to look at Derek as he sets Stephanie down and watches as she takes off running after Parker declaring him the evil troll king!
“So,” Derek says, nudging Stiles’ arm. “Do you maybe…want to share a pizza?” And the way Derek says it…Stiles can’t not look up.
“You want to?” he swallows, trying to think of a way to make his heart stop racing like he knows it is, giving him away. Putting every feeling he has ever had out there for Derek to hear.
“Yeah,” Derek smiles, leaning in and taking Stiles’ hand. “I’ve wanted to share a pizza with you for years.”
Stiles can’t help but trace the line from Derek’s broad shoulders to his waist as he walks away. Derek Hale was five-odd years older than Stiles, gorgeous and soft-voiced and totally out of Stiles’ league. Frankly, he was probably out of everyone’s league. What Derek was doing working as a deputy in a small town was something of a mystery.
“You going to gawp at my deputy all day or are you going to inappropriately tag along on a police investigation?” his dad asks, tapping him on the back of the head.
Derek hadn’t meant for it to become a thing, but Stiles had grown his hair out a little, and there was more muscle on his arms and his eyes were so bright, he’d managed to talk his way into Derek’s life, and Derek’s not sure he can give it up, or that he even wants to.
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The castle guards come for Stiles while he’s putting on a simple show, transforming weeds to roses for coppers in the plaza. They don’t offer a word of explanation, not even a token complaint about him Practicing without a permit (which he would totally have, thank you very much, if he could just collect enough coppers to apply for one).
He knows his rights, though, and is still protesting them vehemently while the stone-faced pair drag him through a back gate and into the castle, along a series of what must be servants’ hallways, only to come to a stop in a richly adorned room that seems to lead right into one of the royals’ bedchambers.
He cuts off when he catches sight of an older man, clad in crimson velvet, watching him from where he sits on a simple wooden throne.
“Peter Hale, I presume.” It would be harder to guess, but the Hale royals are few and far between in the Beacon Hills these days. Most of the family was murdered years ago, in a vicious betrayal of treaty that sparked the Six Year War. Cora Hale, the youngest survivor and Peter’s niece, has long been married off in an advantageous match to the south, while the rightful heir, Derek… well, Stiles has only seen the man once, years ago and in passing, but he hasn’t forgotten that face.
okay so this is the sterek one!! i’ll do the larry fic in a separate post 🙂 also bless bc this was the perfect opportunity to bring this text to life
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So, it’s fair to say that once they moved past their
differences Stiles may or may not have developed a teeny tiny crush on Derek.
It’s also fair to say Derek has no fucking clue.
Stiles has gone way beyond the point of subtlety by
now – generally flirting shamelessly with Derek every chance he gets and showering
Derek with pretty much every casual touch under the sun. As far as he’s
concerned, he literally could not be more obvious.
Probably the only thing he hasn’t done is actually sit down and tell Derek he likes him likes him and would maybe very
much like to date him.
Yeah. That’s kind of only the major flaw in his plan.
Still, he figures that’s pretty implicit in every
stupid pickup line he throws Derek’s way. Scott says he needs to be honest and
straightforward because Derek isn’t used to talking about feelings and
therefore isn’t going to assume anything based on him joking around. Stiles
stops asking him for advice after that.
Nah, he just needs to find the right pickup line. The
Alpha pickup line, if you will. The one that will finally make Derek realise he’s
being serious and also possibly end in kissing.
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