Sterek Ficlets

Fuzzy Caterpillars

Stiles wakes up and turns over to face his mate. When he sees Derek's face he shrieks and leaps back. Derek's eyes snap open at the shriek and Stiles growls. "ERICA YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!!"

He lets out a roar before bolting out of their bedroom and down the hall. He smirks at the still sleeping beta. He picks up the electric razor and does to her what she did to Derek. Then he trots back to his and Derek's room to wait. He beta shifts and plays with his tail. Derek is scowling when he looks in the mirror of their master bathroom and he too revels in the blood curdling shriek that Erica lets out. Stiles purrs as Derek nuzzles him and their eyes lock on the livid she-wolf.

Erica snarls. "Fuck you, Stilinski. It was a harmless prank."

Stiles growls and his fangs pop out. "No! Derek will always be perfect no matter what but come on she-bitch you shaved off the fuzziest caterpillars that make him my sour wolf. Now shoo. I have to plan a funeral."

Erica looks like she plans to pounce but bursts out laughing when Derek scowls at her. "Oh my god Der! Oh, alpha you're not so intimidating now, are you?"

Before she can blink Stiles leaps at her and snaps his teeth, his eyes glowing red. "You may have played what you think is a harmless prank, but don't you dare disrespect your alpha. You're lucky I didn't shave you bald too. Now scram."

She snarls but bears her neck to the alpha mate before storming off.

Stiles's shoulders sag and he looks at Derek, his voice soft. "D-Did I overreact?" Derek opens his arms and Stiles curls up on his mate's lap.

"No baby. I love seeing you defend me. Now what's this about a funeral?"

A Half Hour Later

Stiles leads his mate to the backyard where a little stone sits. He rolls his shoulders and his tone his serious. "Here we lay to rest Sourwolf's eyebrows. They have worked overtime to teach me more about my mate. How to read him better before he let me close. Though they have perished we will never forget them. Even when new hairs grow."

Erica looks around. "Where's my stone?"

Stiles smirks. "You don't have one. Your eyebrows do not bear the same significance. Sorry not sorry Catwoman. Now shhhhhhhh!"

The ceremony is short and of course the eyebrows return that night but still Stiles feels justified in defending the honor of his mate's eyebrows well and the honor of his mate. Derek finds it so endearing that neither of them mind the pudding in their bed. They just spend time licking it off each other's bodies while they plan how to get back at Erica for it.