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A dog at his feet; a stray that kept following him home until Derek finally caved and took her in. Stiles named her Princess Leia and to Derek’s never-ending frustration, taught her so she only answers to her full name. Having to yell “Princess Leia” in the park makes Derek want to punch Stiles most days but it’s kind of worth it to see the way Stiles drops to the ground every time in a fit of laughter. 

Opening his phone to take black-mail photos of Stiles drooling but stopping short, getting a fond look on his face when he sees Stiles through the camera lens, because that’s his husband talking in his sleep about evil panda empires and Derek can’t help but feel anything but warm and soft. Leaning down, he plants a kiss on Stiles’ shoulder. 

The neighbours getting an early start to their day. Derek can hear them argue about cat food as they walk to their car through the open window of their bedroom, grinning to himself because he knew the neighbours were cat people. Stiles owes him ten bucks and an hour of silence this morning while he finishes his book. He could finish it now, but there’d be no fun in that. Especially because challenging Stiles to be silent usually leads to Stiles kissing him softly and looking smug because “technically I didn’t make a sound Derek”.

Stiles rolling over in his sleep and wrapping a possessive arm around Derek’s legs and mumbling happily, making Derek’s stomach flutter even though it’s been nearly ten years since they met. Five since Stiles told him he loved him. Three since Derek asked him to move in. One since they said “I do”.

It’s all Derek’s ever wanted.