“Stiles? I’m home.” “Derek!” Stiles came racing down the stairs, jumping up to wrap himself around Derek, loving how Derek’s arms automatically wrapped around Stiles in return. “Guess what I just heard about?” “What?” Derek asked after giving Stiles a thorough kiss. “Mm, sorry, what?” “You heard about something?” “I did?” Derek smirked.. “My kiss scrambled your brain that badly?” “Hell yeah. Another one?” “Tell me the news first.” “What news? Oh! The Halloween store is officially open in town. Summer is officially over, fall is here.” “Summer’s been over a while?” “Less talking, more kisses.” Derek laughed. “Okay, bossy.”

“You’re my honey wolf. My sweetie pie. The king of my heart.” Stiles slurred, batting his lashes at Derek. “Who let Stiles get drunk?” Derek asked Isaac and Boyd. Boyd had the decency to look guilty. “We didn’t know the cake was whiskey laced.” “Cake?” Stiles grinned, wrapping his arms around Derek’s waist. “The buffet had whiskey cake and it was delicious. Next time, skip your meeting and join us for boys’ night.” Derek sighed. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks you two.” They nodded and headed off. “Alright, water and sleep for you.” “Yes Sir, sexy wolf.” Derek chuckled.

“This camping thing is awesome. Let’s do it more often.” Stiles said happily. They had spent the day exploring the national park before sitting in front of a campfire to have dinner and smores. “Says the guy who won’t move from his spot. I knew we packed only one sleeping bag for a reason.” Stiles grinned from where he lay on top of Derek, cuddled in their sleeping bag. “Want to switch positions?” He joked before his eyes widened as Derek flipped their positions. “Better?” Derek looked down at the love of his life, the light of his world. “Much.”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Stiles asked Derek one night as they cozied up on the porch swing together.

Derek, used to Stiles’ unique conversation topics, nodded. “Yeah, why?” Stiles hesitated for a moment, before he spoke again. “I had a strange dream last night. It took place during World War I. I thought I was just seeing it through someone else’s eyes but then I saw you, except it wasn’t you.” “And I was a soldier? One who could remember every single one of his past lives?” Stiles looked surprised. “How did you know?” “I had the same dream.”

“What are you doing, Petey?” Peter blinked at Wade, his warm hands cupping Wade’s face. “Well I was working up my courage to kiss you for the first time.” The quick sliver of laughter Wade let out sounded harsh. “I know you have great eyesight, Petey. And I’m pretty horrifying looking so you might want to rethink that.” Peter said nothing for a moment before he leaned in to kiss Wade’s nose, then his forehead, followed by a gentle kiss to Wade’s mouth, before speaking again. “I see you Wade, and I love what I see. Never ever doubt that.”

“Do they still hurt?” Magnus asked Alec one night as they cuddled in bed, Magnus tracing his fingers over old scars that Alec had from previous injuries. Alec smiled, leaning over to give Magnus a kiss, enjoying Magnus’ warm touch. “No. I’ve had phantom pains with the bigger ones but it’s rare when that happens. What about you?” Magnus reached for Alec’s hand, placing it over his heart. “Here.” Alec blinked at that before his gaze softened. “Do they hurt?” “No. Not as much as they used to. Not since I met you.” Alec leaned over to kiss Magnus again.

“What’s this for?” Derek looked down at the small gift box Stiles gave him. “Open it.” “But what’s it for?” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Just open it.” Derek tried hard to remember if there was an anniversary date or something he forgot about but nothing came to mind. Dates were important and he wouldn’t forget something important. When he opened the box, inside was a necklace with a carved wooden wolf. When Derek looked up at Stiles in confusion, Stiles grinned. “Saw it and thought of you so I bought it. You deserve nice things.” He explained before kissing Derek.