23 days of Letter Prompts

14. To a stranger at the mall food court.



It had been two days of baking, bickering, and hiding, but it had been fun. Especially since, they were all off Talia's radar. The lack of sleep and decent food was inconsequential compared to that.

Sadly, they were finishing their orders far faster than Peter had originally thought. Of course, that was when a mysterious patron had ordered three fall themed wedding cakes. When he had heard the tale of their wedding woes, Peter figured it out and put a stop to the order. Which sucked, because Stiles would have liked to have seen the cakes. The drawing of Peter's vision had been stunning.

"Promise you'll let me make your wedding cake. Doesn't matter if you marry one another or a buck-toothed yokel from Timbuktu," he had asked with a sigh as he stashed the drawings to use for another day.

"Does Talia bother you about getting married?" Stiles finally asked.

"She used to," he said evenly as he iced the yellow cake with dark chocolate icing.

"How did you get her to stop?" Derek begged asked.

Peter grinned as he started making the chocolate roses. "She's my sister. Meaning I have dirt on her that she would not want the other Alphas to know. Nothing like a murder or some other illegal activity, but it is bad enough to embarrass her for all eternity."

"I'm guessing there is no way we could tempt you for some of that knowledge," Stiles joked (mostly).

"Don't you two worry I handled things and reminded her that she had to set an example for Laura. Besides I pulled in the only enforcer who can bring Talia down when she's acting a raving lunatic."

"Does this mean we can stop and go eat some kind of food that didn't come pre-packaged or from a can?"

"Anyplace special in mind?"

"The food court at the mall. They were in the process of opening a few new places and I would love to try one of them."

"What do you think Derek?"

"There is a decent pizza and Chinese place there, so I won't go hungry."

"Fine, I suppose I owe you both something more than a hot dog and granola bars. Let me finish this cake and them we can run to the mall for food. Stiles, go make sure the front is locked up everything and Derek you start washing the dishes."

An hour later and the found themselves ensconced in the most private section they could find to eat.

Stiles had managed to find Golumpki, which smelled heavenly. Derek was slowly eating his Orange Chicken (and internally debating if he could steal some of Stiles food). Peter watched the duo as he slowly ate his gyro.

"You should be more adventurous Derek," Peter teased, as Stiles stabbed the wolf's hand with a plastic spork.

"I can't even pronounce what he's eating."

"If you sat stuffed cabbage, they won't try to behead you. You'll get a small soured look and then food. We Polish love our food. Which is why I will bite you if you try to steal my food again Derek Hale," he warned.

They finished their meal in silence, though Stiles proved that he was willing to share when he pushed his last cabbage roll toward Derek.

"That was good. Thank you Peter."

"Well thanks to the two of you I finished 2 days early. You two head home and clean up. Stiles, can I count on you to help me deliver the food tomorrow?"

Stiles gave him a two-fingered salute and headed home. He seriously needed a shower and a nap. He would have to stop and write up Deaton's letter. It was late today, but he could surely be forgiven.

He rushed upstairs when he got home. He turned on his laptop and then headed to take a quick shower.

Ten minutes later, he was sitting down with a sigh and then a chuckle when he saw the assignment.

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Dear Gothic Bitch,

If I were to judge you by your clothes, I am sure the descriptives whore and skank would work just as well.

See I know I am a jealous little fucker, that's why I stood closer to my man after he turned you down a second time.

Honestly, you were pissing me off. I watched as you 'oops' rubbed your half clothed ass on my man's dick. Did you notice the lack of erection when you tried to shove your stuffed bra into his face?

Are you so fucking desperate that you will risk having your eyes plucked from your head and ever bone in your hands shattered? I know that I look like a little weakling, but where you light candles and pretend to do magic; I actually practice it. I can snuff out your candle with my mind and I bet I can rend you unconscious in a similar manner.

Don't push my buttons and don't touch my man. I do not play well with others and sharing is obviously off the menu. If I catch you trying again, well the preserve is a large area and I doubt anyone will miss you and your obnoxious attitude.

Total Hate,

The Bitch who will end you in the blink of an eye.

~~

He smiled as he saved the letter and crawled into bed. He really needed to get that off his chest. Because if he hadn't, he really would have hunted the girl and explain proper social manners.