I've been thinking about Grimm/Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossover AUs pretty much nonstop since last night, and now I want ALL the Hank/Wu/Stilinski buddy cop fic. Also, Sheriff Donna from Spn needs to be in it, too. Can you IMAGINE the snark and general grumpiness? 'Cause *I* can... and it's GLORIOUS.
Also Jody Mills. Because hell yes!
Oh my god, I need to write a fic for that. Just all the sheriff’s/officers come together and bitch about what the hell their hunters/kids/supernaturals have done now and they’re so sick of it. It would be GLORIOUS indeed!
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“So what has your hellhound been up to, Stilinski? Has he been a good boy?” Donna asks as she sips her coffee.
Wu snorts into his and smirks as he looks up. “Well I will never look at deputy Parrish the same, thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome, sweet cheeks.” Donna laughs.
Noah sighs, long-suffering, and rubs his forehead with a groan. “It’s not his fault but-”
The others around the table lean in, the cafe around them keeps bustling, the other patrons not paying attention to what’s being said at the table filled with police sheriffs, a detective, and an officer.
“But?” Jody presses on. Hank has a look on his face that clearly reads; well out with it!
“But deputy Parrish did manage to set his desk on fire after my son and his friends startled him with their shenanigans.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Hank tries to comfort him, he gives him an unamused look in return.
“It wouldn’t have been if that fire hadn’t reached the armory. How do I even begin to explain the explosion that occurred? The mayor wants to start an investigation.”
“Ooof...” Wu grimaces in sympathy and gently pats him on the shoulder. “Sounds like a rough day, buddy.”
Hank shrugs but gives him a sympathetic smile. “At least you didn’t have to deal with Nick trying his usual bullshit. Do you know how many times me and Monroe had to talk that man out of doing something stupid in the last three days? Jesus...”
Jody and Donna simply share a look and take another sip of their coffee. “Least you don’t have to deal with angels and demons.” Jody pipes up.
“Or the vampires.”
He looks around the table and shakes his head. “Werewolves, hellhounds, banshees, and Wendigos I can handle. Please keep the angels and demons to yourselves. I do not want my son to find out about those. I will never hear the end of it.”
Donna pats him on the shoulder and offers him one of the cookies they ordered, he takes it gratefully and gives her a friendly smile.
“Don’t worry handsome, we’ll make sure our two idiot hunters keep those bad boys away from your jurisdictions.”
Jody nods along with her companion. “Believe me, we also don’t want Stiles to find out about those.”
Her eyes widen a little as she remembers the one time she met Stiles Stilinski. He was a sweet kid but lord she could not handle that boy. And she’s raising Claire and Alex. But the Stilinski boy has more energy than her entire police department combined and she does not have the patience for it. Noah Stilinski, for all of his faults, is a saint for staying so patient with the boy.
“Nobody wants that...” Wu softly agrees and even Hank lets out a breath.
He realizes with a sigh that Stiles is just someone they need to get to know a bit better. He raises his coffee mug and his cookie. “To our respective dumbasses like my son, our kids, our hunters, and everything else. May we survive all their shenanigans...”
There’s a rumble going around the table in agreement and mugs are raised in harmony.
It’s just another Wednesday afternoon for all them.
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So that was super quick and out the top of my head. But I would write something like that I guess.