AU where Stiles and Derek meet after five years in New York City and everything seems to fall into place this :)
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Derek smells him first before he even sees him. The werewolf ran through the sea of people to follow the scent of home, Adderall, gun powder and cinnamon. He sees Stiles standing in front of a small antique shop, he had a black beanie on top of his head and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
The young man's cheeks were slightly pink due to the cold crisp air.
Derek breathed in the scent of pack as he slowly made his way to where the young man was standing.
He cleared his throat and was met with the same beautiful brown eyes that spoke to him.
"Stiles..." He muttered and the young man stood there, pink lips slightly open as he stared back at Derek.
"D-Derek? What're you doing here? I thought you were with Cora in South America or something." Stiles managed to say as he tried to stop himself from smiling really wide at the sight of the man who made his heart beat so fast.
Derek sniggered and said, "South America is Cora's thing. New York is a place where I can just... You know... Anyway, how long are you here for?"
"Oh... I've been here since the start of college... I kinda wanted to start fresh and besides, things are kinda boring now back home, just the occasional Omega passing through." Stiles babbled on and Derek felt a smile creep up his face. It felt good seeing the young man again.
And at that moment, Derek didn't hold back, he grabbed Stiles' hand and pulled him close, nuzzling the underside of his neck; softly inhaling the scent of home and pack.
Stiles stood there, motionless but relaxed and wrapped his arms loosely around the werewolf's waist and said, "Hmm... Sourwolf's got cuddles, huh?"
A soft growl came from Derek but he just held on and said, "Don't call me that, you spaz..."
Stiles laughed softly as he held on tight and he knew that he was safe.
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A/N: sorry for the short update! Let's get thus show on the road :)
