Sheriff Stilinski/Peter Hale - Tumblr Posts
Imagine all the irritation when peter/sheriff and stiles/derek having a double wedding. "Would you mister stilinski marry mister hale?" // Imagine they send the wrong Hale to the sighning because they're late.
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“Listen,” John says later, unfastening his tie. “It’s just a clerical mix up, and it’s going to get sorted out after the weekend.”
“Meanwhile, you’re married to my husband and I’m married to yours!” Stiles hisses.
The mix up was only discovered after the joint reception. Luckily, because John knows otherwise Stiles would not have coped well with having to smile for the photos and play nice with relatives they haven’t seen in years with this hanging over his head.
Peter wanders by, drinking champagne from the bottle. “So how do we do this? Stiles, are you sleeping in my suite tonight or should I come to yours?”
“Peter!” John exclaims. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m not here to help,” Peter leers.
Derek sighs, and puts an arm around Stiles’s shoulders. “It’s just a piece of paper, Stiles. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Listen to Step-Daddy Derek,” Peter grins, and then chortles when Stiles throws him a murderous glare.
“Dad!” Stiles wails.
“Derek, take Stiles back to your room,” John says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And make sure he drinks some water! And Peter…”
“Yes, nephew-in-law?” Peter smirks.
John sighs. “You’re never going to let this go, are you? This is what the rest of our life together is going to be like, isn’t it? This is what I’ve signed up for?”
“Technically, it’s what Stiles has signed up for.”
Derek catches Stiles around the waist before he can actually punch Peter in the face, but i’s a near thing.
“Go,” John says to Derek, and Derek hoists a protesting Stiles up into a fireman carry and left the room.
“Well then,” Peter purrs. “Alone at last.”
“Oh,” John deadpans. “We couldn’t possibly. Not while we’re married to other people.”
And he heads for the bathroom and shuts the door.
“John?” Peter complains complains loudly from the other side. “John, seriously? John?”
John smiles to himself in the mirror. No, not seriously, but let him suffer for a while. It serves him right for being a dick. And if John didn’t have at least a few tricks up his sleeve for how to deal with Peter in dick mode, well, he never would have agreed to marry the guy.