Purple Frosting by SpruceOutOfFive (AO3)
Characters: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Words: 499
Summary: It's Blue Moon. Stiles and Derek celebrate.
"What's the occasion?" Derek asked, looking at the purple, half sphere shaped cake that Stiles was unboxing.
"Blue Moon," Stiles said. He was fully focused on his task, not wanting to accidentally drop the cake in his attempt to place it on a plate.
"Yeah, I read from one of Peter's books that born wolves celebrate the Blue Moon because they believe those months have been blessed by the Moon Goddess. Was it untrue?" Stiles asked, finally looking at Derek.
"No, we do celebrate it, but more often than not in my family the celebration was in the form of everyone joining in on the full moon run."
"You mean to tell me that instead of stuffing myself with cake, I should spend the night running in the cold and dark preserve with you guys?"
"Yeeeeah, I think I like my way of celebrating better," Stiles said before reaching for a knife that he'd placed on the table earlier.
Derek let his eyes follow Stiles' movements for a second before asking.
"The shape of the cake is clearly representing the moon, but why is the cake purple and not blue?"
"Well, purple was actually a shade of blue until pretty late. That's why the poem says 'violets are blue,' instead of purple," Stiles paused. He had just cut a triangle shaped piece out of the cake, and was now carefully moving it on a smaller plate.
"And with a blue cake I couldn't have done this." Stiles raised the plate so Derek could see better.
In addition to the purple frosting, the cake had three different colored layers. From top to bottom: white, gray and black.
"You realize that's actually backwards," Derek pointed out, not knowing what else to say. He was feeling… touched?
Although the two of them had been dating for almost six months, Derek hadn't dared to tell Stiles that he's asexual until earlier that month. He'd been so relieved when Stiles had simply accepted it and then asked if he'd ever accidentally crossed Derek's boundaries before, told that he expected to be punched in the face if he ever did it again. Because Derek deserved to feel safe in their relationship. Derek had as much say on things as Stiles did, and if he didn't want to have sex with Stiles then they wouldn't have sex.
That was when Derek had kissed the young man silent before making love with him for the rest of the night.
"You're talking to the pack's researcher, dude. Of course I know! But I thought a purple cake was more fitting than a black one but if you don't want it, I can always eat it all by myself," Stiles teased, waving the plate on Derek's face.
Quickly, Derek snatched it from Stiles' hand.
Derek threw a grin at Stiles's way while walking towards the couch with the cake and a fork in hand.
"Thank you for the cake!"
