My love, my light, my ride out die wanted to see a drabble with the word menace. Here to go love @meaganvondoom
Everyone in Beacon Hills knew two things.
One: Derek Hale was terrifying.
Two: Stiles Stilinski was somehow even worse.
Peter had spent years believing he understood chaos. He had survived hunters, betrayals (of his own making), family drama, and an entire lifetime of people making terrible decisions with confidence. He thought he had seen everything.
Then Derek started dating Stiles.
Peter watched from the kitchen doorway as Stiles sat cross legged on the floor, wearing one of Derek’s oversized hoodies, while Derek stood behind him looking like he was one sarcastic comment away from throwing someone out a window.
“Derek,” Stiles said seriously, “I have a very important question.”
Derek sighed immediately. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“That’s experience.” Derek snipped back.
Peter raised an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued. What disaster are you planning?”
“I am not planning a disaster,” Stiles said, offended. “I am improving pack morale.”
Peter glanced at the glitter covered decorations scattered across the table.
“Decorating Derek’s loft.”
Derek’s eyes narrowed. “You decorated my loft with glitter.”
“It’s called you’re cleaning this up.”
Stiles gasped dramatically. “Wow. So hostile. In front of your own uncle.”
Peter smiled slowly. “I have to admit, Derek, I’m impressed. I didn’t think anyone could annoy you more than I could.”
“I’m reconsidering my life choices,” Derek muttered.
“No, you’re not,” Stiles said cheerfully.
Peter caught it immediately.
The tiny softening of Derek’s expression. The way his shoulders relaxed. The way he pretended to be irritated while reaching down to fix the twisted sleeve of Stiles’ hoodie.
Peter had known Derek when he was angry at the world. When he was convinced he was a monster. When he thought caring about someone meant giving them something else to lose.
Now Derek was standing in a glitter covered loft, completely defeated by a hyperactive human with no sense of self preservation.
It was, honestly, beautiful.
“I hate that you’re happy,” Peter announced.
“Not actually. It’s just deeply inconvenient.”
“Because I spent years perfecting my role as the family menace.”
Peter gestured toward himself proudly.
Stiles pointed at himself. “Me?”
“Yes. You are a walking catastrophe wrapped in sarcasm and questionable decisions.”
“That was not a compliment.”
Derek rubbed his face. “This is my life now.”
Peter smiled. “Yes. And somehow, despite everything, you seem happier.”
For once, he didn’t make a joke.
He just reached out and grabbed Derek’s hand.
Peter looked away, pretending not to notice the moment.
He had a reputation to maintain, after all.
“I still think I’m the original menace,” Peter said.
Derek immediately replied, “No.”
Peter looked offended. “Excuse me?”
“Stiles is absolutely worse than you.”
Stiles looked delighted. “I won.”
“Derek Hale just admitted his boyfriend is more terrifying than me.”
“Yep,” Stiles said proudly.
Peter sighed. Then he smiled.
Because maybe the Hale family didn’t need less chaos.
Maybe they just needed the right kind.
And unfortunately, that kind apparently came with a Jeep, sarcasm, and an unhealthy amount of glitter.
