StilesStilinski.....
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Stiles was minding his business. He was! He was just dropping off some lunch for his dad, a common occurrence since his dads health check up came back with alarming high cholesterol. ‘No more Betty burgers for you’ he had said to to his dad when they got the results ignoring his dads huff of ‘there is no more joy in my life now’.
He didn’t expect to walk into the precinct and have a leather clad model present. The guy was with what looked like his sister looking gorgeous as she argued with a couple of officers about what seemed be a discussion on what to do with the omega werewolf she had by the collar.
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"Who's that?"
"That's the new kid, Stiles. The one I told you about?"
"Oh."
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Stiles just rolled his eyes, smiling hugely. “Sure big guy, whatever you want.” Derek’s heart was beating so fast he was seriously worried it might explode. Stiles actually wanted Derek to court him, was this a dream? “Whoa there, Derek.” Stiles eyes were wide with fear staring down at his leg. Oh God did he have a boner? Now was not the time for that!
or the one where Derek Courts Stiles
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After drifting from the McCall pack, Stiles grows close to Derek Hale, and together they move to New York City. They build a life, adopt children, and find happiness. Though the pack occasionally thinks of Stiles, he’s found his true family with Derek—proving that family isn’t just about blood, but about the people who help you become who you’re meant to be.
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- Part 1 of A Pack Reborn
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In front of Derek was a plate of three red velvet brownies artfully piled one on top of the other. The brownies were a deep, tasty-looking red and the cream cheese frosting on top looked extra fluffy and were peppered with green, red, and white sprinkles.
“This is pretty,” Derek said, kissing Stiles’ cheek. It had been three days since Stiles’ tiny gingerbread treat. Derek was catching up to Stiles’ plan now. “How many desserts are you going to make for me?”
“I don’t know,” Stiles said, leaning against Derek’s side. “How many years have we been together?”
“So seven total then?” Derek asked as he grabbed the fork, already picking at one of the brownies.
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