I wish you would write a fic where Stiles begins to quietly court Derek and one by one the pack notices and finally Derek notices too. And Derek is so unused to people really wanting HIM instead of his name or his body thinks it's a mistake at first and tries to tell Stiles he's confused. Stiles, of course, is "nope, in love with you. Not confused and not stopping unless you tell me to stop" Derek doesn't tell him to stop. Eventually, Derek even believes him.
Oh man, nonnie, that prompt, such an awesome prompt! Thank you so so much!!! I kinda wrote something, it’s written fast and it’s not betaed. I have read through it, and I didn’t find any glaring mistakes, so I though fuck it, I’ll post it. I hope you like it! ♥♥♥ (989 words, on ao3 and on pillowfort)
“He’ll see it eventually,” Peter said and Stiles looked up from where he was tying his shoes.
“Derek,” Peter said with a roll of his eyes. “Your courting.”
“Oh.” Stiles cheeks were a little warmer than he’d have liked, and he focused on his shoes again. “I just-.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself for me,” Peter interrupted, “anyone with a nose worth its name should know how you feel about him by now.”
“I’m that obvious, huh?” Stiles lifted an eyebrow at him and straightened up.
“Not obvious, no, but you’re in love.” Peter shrugged. “For what it’s worth, I support you.”
Stiles let out a huff of air, much more relieved than he thought acceptance from Peter would have him. “Thank you.”
“He likes pie. He’s-. Well, you’ve seen him eat, I’m not sure if he’s punishing himself or what he’s doing, but he has a sweet tooth, always have, and he likes pie. Blueberry especially. His mom always made rhubarb for him, but I think that might-. Blueberry is safer.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll keep that in mind,” Stiles said with a smile, already planning on baking for the next pack meeting. “Thanks, Peter.”
“Not a problem,” Peter said, his smile surprisingly soft.
