Oneshots - Sterek

The Beach

Married Sterek with kids, prompt from somone on my Ao3 account!

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Derek Hale was the perfect husband. On Thursdays, he always stopped at Starbucks on his way home from work to surprise Stiles with an iced coffee, he never asked Stiles to clean the kitchen after dinner (he usually ordered their twins May and Luke to do it) and on Sundays he would read Stiles to sleep. Just when Stiles thought he couldn't be anymore dreamier, his stunning werewolf husband announces that he's going to work less hours every week so he can spend more time with his family.

Derek was one of New York Time's bestselling authors, his most known and cherished work was his "Supernatural Encyclopedia", which was even used in schools to teach young children how to be respectful to different supernatural creatures.

Stiles was neatly folding his husband's shirts, taking his time to color-code them before placing them in their joint wardrobe. He was quietly humming on A Thousand Years, the song Stiles and Derek had their first wedding dance to, when he heard his 16 year old son, Luke, angrily muttering to himself.

"Moooom have you seen my Led Zeppelin hoodie!?" Luke whined from the other room as Stiles folded the last of Derek's shirts and moved on to separate May and Luke's clean clothes into piles.

"It's hanging in your closet, on the left side behind your Drake shirt." Stiles didn't have to raise his voice, knowing full well his werewolf son could hear him perfectly even if he'd whisper. He liked the fact that both of their children had gotten Derek's werewolf-gene, he's never had to deal with any sicknesses when they were growing up, and when accidents happen, like Luke falling off his skateboard and breaking his arm, all he has to do is clean the wound and cover it with a cute SpongeBob plaster. Sometimes though, May and Luke like the way Stiles forget that they're not as fragile as him, and they often demand him to cuddle with them while watching cheesy movies on Netflix.

"No it's not the-, thank you mom!"

When Stiles is done with all of the laundry, he goes downstairs to pack Luke's ADHD medication so the forgetful teen will remember to take them while he's at Uncle Scott's for the weekend. It's crazy to think that ten years ago today, he married the love of his life. He could've never imagined that his life would drastically change that one day Scott had dragged him to the beach almost twenty years ago.

"I refuse to play volleyball with you wolves. You always cheat!" Stiles crossed his arms over his chest, pouting at his friends. Erica removed her sundress and threw it somewhere on the sand, a bored look on her face as she shrugged and sprinted towards Liam, Jackson and Boyd who were all already by the net. Scott looked like he wanted to keep him company, but soon he too got dragged away by Isaac. It was only Stiles, Lydia and Derek left.

Stiles pulled out several towels from their joint bag and placed them all next to each other on the beach, making sure there was enough space for him to sit in the shadows while his pack members could sit in the sun. He glanced over at his friends by the net, screaming and laughing loudly as they continuously hit the ball back and forth with their hands. They were all shirtless or in bikinis. Stiles sighed, knowing he was going to sport another awkward t-shirt burn after this day from him refusing to take off his shirt. He wasn't comfortable in his skin, unlike all his other werewolf friends with six-packs and sun-kissed skin all he had to work with was some lean muscles at best, if he didn't blind someone first with of his pale complexion. He wasn't necessarily unhealthy anymore, he worked out the best he could with his pack, and it had worked off, he was just not built like a Greek god.

"Stiles. You reek of lemons, is something wrong?" Derek, the hottest Greek God of them all asked him. Crossing his arms over his still clothed chest as he looked down at Stiles. He tried his best to fake a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.