so i spiraled and here it is, a deputy parrish/stiles fic ooops??? there’s lots of food and inappropriate convos with minors. thank you all for being awesome and for feeding my insanity~~
(1,833 words, post possession!stiles, PG)
kisses to celle, my quick a+ beta
NOW ALSO ON AO3!
Parrish raises one eyebrow, not looking up from his work.
“I bet your name is Steve. There’s a very patriotic ring to your whole existence.”
He smiles, listening to Stiles listing a whole bunch of names that supposedly fit him. He’s been here for good half an hour, looking for his dad. When Parrish told him the Sheriff is out, he flopped on one of the chairs lined against the wall and after a few minutes of silence, he started amusing himself by trying to engage everyone around him - and that included Parrish - in a conversation that soon evolved to a guessing game.
“Why don’t you check my file or hack into our database?” Parrish interrupts when Stiles considers just calling him Prince. Jesus. “Aren’t you good at that?”
He chances a look at Stiles then, a bit slumped in his chair. He shrugs and waves a dismissive hand at him.
“I was. I am. Believe me, I would, but I was a little busy lately,” he says and Parrish nods, going back to his reports. There’s no point in bringing back what’s in the past, especially not what happened in the past few weeks. And Stiles has been spending an awful lot of time in the sheriff’s office after that. “So. Not Steve. Not Prince? Alright, just checking, don’t give me that unimpressed eyebrow.”
“Stop harassing my deputies,” the Sheriff says, appearing in front of Parrish’s desk. Parrish looks up, but sheriff’s eyes don’t leave his son’s face as he asks, “Everything okay, deputy Parrish?”
“Yes, sir,” he answers dutifully.
Stiles disappears in his father’s office and that’s that.
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