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They almost kissed … And I’m not ready for this
This is a really lovely short series and takes a really cool perspective on Parrish.
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Thank you SO much to all my new followers, and everyone who liked my Parrish Stilinski-Hale headcanon.
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“Oh come on, it’ll be just like an exchange program.”
Derek sets his glass on the table and levels his son with an even look usually reserved for his mate.
From his left, Claudia snorts unhelpfully.
“Don’t be an idiot, idiot. It’s nothing like an exchange program.”
Whoever said siblings have each others’ backs was obviously an only child. Talia, looking up from her homework, smiles sweetly.
“I think it’s an awesome idea.” And then, before Parrish has a chance to feel properly grateful, ruins it with: “I get to go too, right?”
Well, there went that.
“It’s not a vacation,” he says evenly. “And you’re both too young.” Then, back to his papa (who’s leaning back in his chair now, arms crossed and silently skeptical) “I’ll just be there for a few months, I’ll stay under the radar, won’t get involved in any major events and I won’t let anyone know who I am.” And then, more eagerly: “I’ve been studying time travel theory for the past year with Deaton—“
“Which I told you was a waste of time, didn’t I?”
He had, repeatedly. But as one of only two humans in a family constantly bombarded with the supernatural, Parrish had made it one of his major projects from a young age to learn as much as he could about spells and magical theory to help out. Wolves have a lot of advantages on humans, but a grasp on magic definitely isn’t one of them.
His papa always grumbles that he’d inherited way too much of his dad’s investigative genes, but there’s always a smile in his eyes as he says it.
Now he turns to his dad for help. Stiles Stilinski-Hale had been hovering behind his husband’s chair since the start of the conversation, a vaguely amused, contemplative look in his honey-brown eyes.
He had shifted forward even as Derek leaned back, their body movements adorably in-sync as always. Even now he reaches out to caress Derek’s nape soothingly as his expression goes taut with tension.
“Honestly, Der, I’ve been kind of waiting for this for a while.”
Derek rolls his eyes, leaning back into the placating palm.
“So have I. So I can shoot him down.”
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