There Might Be Some Kids Coming Mansion | Saturday Morning

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had a very good Valentine's Day filled with brownies and only slight awkwardness. It had ended with him on the couch alone but, hey, that was the life one lived when they had a boyfriend who wouldn't do anything dirty with them until it was legal in all 50 states. So.

He was still asleep, for once having a nightmare-free evening, and completely unaware that terrible things were about to happen.

[For anybody in the house, their kids, other people, etc]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack attempted to be stealthy as he crept past Stiles and into the kitchen. He had some dim hope there might be Reese's brownies left. But even if there weren't, a werewolf still needed his coffee.

[justlurkinghere]

Which meant Derek had slept in the basement like a gentleman who did not instigate brownie orgies.

It also meant he was the first one up, letting everyone out to get started on breakfast. And, you know what? He was feeling pretty good about his life.

This should have been the first hint something terrible was going to happen.

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

You know, Uncle Stiles, it was not nice to classify triplets as "terrible things." Especially when their teeth are sharper than yours.

Annika nosed the door open, her sisters sliding in silently after her. They were totally hunting! ...well, hunting Papa. Because it would be funny. And possibly puppy piling on Uncle Derek, because that was hysterical.