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"Stiles, nice ta meet cha." He pauses reading the baristas name tag "Axel. Can I get a hot cocoa? Extra whip cream." Stiles is a fan of reconnaissance especially when it involves food. This guy might be the fay that has been snapping up names, causing a blip of power growth with in the ward lines.
Not a huge deal, relatively harmless, easily reversed, but not fallowing the hale territory rules. And that's just not a vibe, Stiles just needs evidence.
Axel nods, his eyes squinting, puzzling out the man infront of him. The baristas demeanor was off putting, sharp dark eyes fixed on Stiles face, tension in his shoulders, a frown twisting his fine features.
Compared to Stiles's relaxed posture and easy smile Derek would say the Fay man clad in the very human coffee shops apron, looked rather disappointed and Irritated to say the least. The paper cup in his hand bent a bit under pressure.
"So Axel, what cha doing after work?" Stiles grinned leaning forward a bit, trying to be flirtatious. Derkes head snapped towards him. That was not part of the plan. He interjected imidealty.
"Axel will be job hunting in a more suitable establishment, this is hale territory, Fay are welcome in sanctioned areas...not human Cafes.at least not takeing names... " He fixed the now startled Fay with a sharp glare. "Leave now" the glare intensified.
Axel scoffed. "So uptight, I was only having a bit of fun." He slips the apron off leaving it by the cash register before sauntering out from behind the counter. "I also work at divinity three blocks over, they don't let me work cash. " A pout and pointed look at Derek. "But I'd be happy to wait on you. He winks at Stiles then floats out the door glamour failing for a moment through Stiles's gaze revealing pointed ears and iridescent skin.
"How the fuck were you sure he was Fay?" Stiles is all sharp movement and exasperation attention fixed solely on Derek where it should be.
"I could smell it on him..." Stiles face pinches.
"Yeah normally I'd tell you not to go sniffing strangers but...ehh that cut down on time."
"Hi sorry for the wait I think my coworker must be in the back...." The short blonde trails off finding Axel's apron on the counter. "Or on break..?"
"No he quit" Stiles chirps, " can I get a hot chocolate with extra whip cream? Oh and a green tea for mr grumpy, but if you could put ice the cup before you put the boiling water in, straight boiled water will burn the tea and make it bitter, please and thanks."
The girl looks a bit confused "he..oh..what?"
Stiles nods "yeah just walked out, idk why, you'll have to call him and ask I guess, seemed perturbed." Stiles tilts his head up towards Derek and pouts. It's much more effective than Axles look earlier. His wallet has migrated to Stiles's hand before he thinks it through. "And a jam filled powdered donut please!"
"And some napkins...You have to eat that before you get in my car." Stiles rolls his eyes and bumps his hip against Derek's. Little sparks linger from the contact.
"No shit, you'd pop a gasket if I got a single spec of sugar anywhere near your baby." His teasing smile shouldn't be a thousand present more attractive than the earlier attempt at flirting.
Derek is royaly fucked. More so when Stiles slips the warn leather wallet into his back pocket.
Derek's crush of three years has just touched his ass. Like he does that every day, like it's normal, and In public, at a caffe, right after Derek bought him food and drink, this is nearly a date. They are nearly married. Nearly mates! His face is not on fire.
Shush, Derek can be a little delulu if he wants to.
Derek plays things cool, he frowns aggressively at Stiles who smiles at him self satisfied.
The barista is no longer thinking about the coworker that quit. She's now very invested in this cute couple. She makes their drinks, one eye watching their interactions as they wander over to the Pick Up Order Here sign.
The grumpy looking one is clearly bestowed, completely gone on the shorter brown eyed man. And Stiles, she assumes given the name on the cup axle, the ass, who quits mid shift?!, left behind, seems to bask in the attention.
They are incredibly adorable orbiting each other in an easy atmosphere that often comes from a long relationship. She bets they have been dating for at least a few years. Stiles has just snatched the frowning man's cell and is talking rather animatedly to whom ever is on the line.
He hooks his finger into the taller ones belt loop anchoring him in place before holding the cell to his ear undeterred by the heavey frown contradicting the blush dusting his cheeks, she can't help it she blinks a few times pulling back the veil revealing the web of gossamer like soul connections threated through the secondary planes, OMFG THEY ARE JUST FRIENDS?!
Rachel is absolutely obsessed, this is why she works in a cafe, the connections though nurmorous and romantically inclined on both ends meet in the middle mostly tinted platonic, romantically they seem to miss each other both reaching out just a few centimeters or millimeters off. Heck even the lust that ties them is slightly off despite being so clear.
Ugh,yes universe, thank you for feeding her today. She's a nice person she'll give them a push. After all her great grandmother was a Cupid. Rachel is a meddler by nature. It's her birth right.
Shes giddy as she lets a little magic seep into the drinks. Just enough to amplify what's already there for about twenty minutes. A few of those romantic inclinations should brush up against each other. If they are lucky one will remain to tether them after the spell fades.
She drops off the drinks and donut bidding the two fair well, sending out a hopeful prayer that such a soft small nudge will have the right effect. She's sure they are soulmates. Just a bit to nervous to step over that line.
15 minutes after finishing his tea, Derek has proclaimed his love, and undying devotion, and mild obsession, and slight addiction to Stiles smell, smile and general everything.
Stiles worried that axle might have somehow retaliated,due to emotionally constipated Derek acting so weird, has take the aforementioned wolf to "the vets" the druid is amused to say the least.
Both Stiles and Derek glow a soft pink in reaction to the powder and spell used to identify the enchantment. The later is much more glowy.
"It tenically Is a love spell, but only because it was cast by a cupid. The enchantment it's temporary, and rather tame. It amplifies the connections already there. Of course the one that cast it, I'm assuming, wasn't aware their target was a spark and a wear wolf." He really is getting a kick out of Derek growling at him while rubbing his face against Stiles ribs. Arms locked around his hips.
Stiles patts Derek's head and nods like this makes any senses "clearly or they would have expected...?"
"The spell, being so gently cast, slid right off your natural defences and doubled down on Derek, amplifying him about four times what was intended due to a Wolf's susceptibleity too magic."
"Ahhh, that's why he's acting like a territorial puppy?"
"Indeed, the good news is it seems to be wearing off."
Sure enough the pink glow was fading and Dereks face appeared to be reddening. Eyes wide he looks up at Stiles.
"If that's all?" The both jolt a bit, Derek stands abruptly nearly upending his chair he hits his hip on a table and makes a b-line for the exit.
"Ill be in the car" called over his stiff shoulder as he makes a hasty retreat from the whole situation and darts out the back door.
Stiles stands in the room for a few moments considering the loose of Derek's heat. In retrospect, if Derek hadn't been under a spell Stiles would be over joyed at his admittance to feeling romantically inclined in his direction.
"Thanks for the help."
He fallows after Derek, slight frown in place. Doesn't he know it's rude to abandon your boyfriend with a creepy if helpful vet?
He says as much when he slides into the passenger seat.
Derek frowns face still red and grips the steering wheels then apologies gruffly. He definitely dose not correct the new way Stiles is refering to their relationship.
" You can make it up to me but buying me dinner, oh and I Wana watch die hard again tonight. AND!"
"Stiles-"
"No shush bad boyfriend, Stiles is talking, AND I want you to kiss me."
Derek who had just shifted his car into drive wrenches it back into park letting it idle while he turns abruptly in his seat to reach over and press a desperate kiss against Stiles's satisfied smile.
Derek has decided Cupid's are okay. Stiles laces his fingers through Derek's shory hair and pulls just a bit. Derek definitely owes that cupid a gift or thank-you card or something.
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Like that kinda vibe.