Send in that sunshine (cause baby Iâm coming by)Â (1/1)
Summary:Â The annual Hale Bonfire and BBQ was for pack and significant others only. Stiles thought heâd pretty damn significant in keeping Scott alive. But apparently that didnât count. Not that Stiles was going to let some asshole wolf keep him from hanging out with his best friend. At some point his persistence had to pay off, right?
AN: Written for day 1 of @averystereksummer: Beach! Also, special shoutout to @christinesficrecs because itâs the kind of Derek you love ;)
âThis is private property,â a voice called out just as he snuck over the hill.
The sun was high in the sky still, even though it was almost dinner time, and so bright that Stiles was starting to have a little trouble seeing who was in front of him. Sure, he could see the silhouette of the man who was talking to him, and he could tell the man was wearing jeans and not much else - but he couldnât quite see who it was.
Was it a Hale? Was it one of the partners? One of the spouses slash significant others? It was impossible to tell, and it was even more impossible to tell if the person in front of him was a werewolf - which was kind of important to know. It informed his approach, so to say.
âItâs a public beach,â Stiles had to argue.
There were no âkeep outâ signs, and this was California. Private beaches werenât really a thing, not that he knew of anyway. The Hales might have been one of the most prominent families in the area - and definitely the most prominent werewolves (as far as Stiles knew, because no one would tell him if there were other werewolves in town that he needed to steer clear of) - but that just made it even less likely that they could own property without the entirety of Beacon Hills knowing everything about it. The people would know if the Hales owned a beach.
âNot where youâre standing,â the guy was not going to let this go. âYou passed the property line a little under a minute ago. I heard you almost trip over your own feet.â
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