Remember Me

Summary: What if stiles met Peter in the two year window between his mother's death and the Hale fire?

Though, there's always a fire. There's always a man. There's always a city.

Does loving someone actually change anything?
Chapters: 1/8  Completed on Ao3 Words: 17,501

“Honey where’s the phone?” A seemingly innocent question.

“Mommy it’s on the counter.” Stiles answered from his spot on the floor surrounded by Halloween coloring books.

“How on Earth could it be on the counter? The cord can’t reach that far.” Stiles stopped coloring as he processed those words.

He had noticed his dad getting more and more nervous, had noticed the multiple trips out to some place he wasn’t allowed to go with. Despite his parent’s increasingly suspicious actions Stiles had just shrugged it off and enjoyed his time with Scott while they were gone. His mom was acting weird, not suspicious. Stiles had no reason to be as worried as he was, but his mom was his favorite person in the whole world and she should’ve known they didn’t have a corded phone.

“Mommy? We threw away the phone with the cord a long time ago. Don’t you ‘member?” He asked, his head tilting to the left as he glanced over his mom making sure she wasn’t hurt or something.

“Oh! Yes I remember now sweet baby!” She laughed as she said it, but it wasn’t her normal happy laugh and that made Stiles nervous.

_

“Well hello there cutie.” Stiles loved when his mommy called him nice things.

“Hi!” he chirped happily bouncing on his toes.

“Did you lose your parents? Want me to help you find them?” Claudia asked with a kind smile as she crouched in front of him.

“M-Mommy?” Stiles asked confused by the game his mommy was playing.

“My husband’s a police officer, let’s go find him so he can help!” Claudia cheered, grabbing his hand and walking to his father.

“Hey darling! A precious little boy needs some help finding his parents, wanna help me look for them?” Claudia asked her husband, her hand still firmly holding her son’s.

“Sure thing my love. What’s your-“ Noah stopped short when he turned around and saw Stiles.

“Stiles, baby boy, can you go wait in the car? Me and your mommy will meet you out there in a little bit, okay?” Stiles smiled at his daddy, happy that someone was finally making sense.

He waited in the car, making sure to buckle himself into his booster seat. Mrs.Mcall was the one that came to get him, not his daddy.

“Hello there sunshine!” Melissa smiled at him as she opened the door.

“Hi Mrs.Melissa! Do you know how long mommy and daddy are going to be inside? I’ve been waiting for them because daddy told me to, but I’m bored!” He whined, though he was still smiling at his friend’s mom.

Her face flickered for a second, her smile dropping, before she said, “Your daddy took your mommy out for some candy. I’m here to take you and Scott out for some ice cream, which is better right?”

Stiles nodded because ice cream was better than candy, especially if his daddy was the one picking out the candy. He always picked out the gross ones like Swedish Fish and those weird root beer barrels.

-

“What are you doing in my house?” The question stopped Stiles in his tracks.

“Mommy? What do you mean? I live here wich you.” Stiles was now worried, this was the second time his mommy forgot him.

“No you do not. You must be here to steal something. You need to go! My husbands a deputy and I’ll have you arrested! Get out of here right now!” His mommy was screaming at him.

Stiles had never heard his mommy scream, much less at him. Stiles has been in trouble, more often than not actually, but his parent’s never yelled at him for it. This was new and Stiles was scared. He dropped his pencil and ran out the door before she could throw the book in her hand. He knew that he shouldn’t be crying, that clearly he had done something wrong and his mommy had finally stopped being patient with his mess ups.

He was startled out of his dark thoughts when a big big dog was suddenly beside him, but maybe he wasn’t suddenly there maybe he had been walking beside Stiles for a while. Stiles really hadn’t been paying attention as he wandered around crying.

“H-hullo there. Are you gonna walk with me? That’s nice of you Mr. Doggy.” Stiles muttered through his tears.

The dog huffed beside him and Stiles gave a small laugh before saying, “You’re right that’s not a good name. I’ll come up with something better I promise.”

He hesitantly raised his hand and pushed it through the dog’s fur, hoping he wasn’t going to make it mad like he’d made his mommy.

“I made mommy mad. Sh-She thought I was a boogerler and that I wanted to hurt her. I’d never hurt my mommy! I don’t like mommy when she’s that mad, so I’m gonna stay out of the house for a little bit. I didn’t mean to make her mad. She’s my favoritest person in the world!” Stiles vented his thoughts to the quiet dog beside him.

“You’re really big for a puppy. All dogs are puppies by the way so I’m gonna call you a puppy if I wanna. Why are you so big? You’re as tall as me and I’m the tallest boy in the third grade!” He smiled at the big black dog.

“Fluffy!” Stiles shouted throwing his hands in the arm.

The dog stopped and turned to face Stiles, who was standing still with a bright smile and dry tears on his freckled face. The dog tilted his head as he waited for Stiles to elaborate.

“You’re name is Fluffy!! Cause you’re a big scary black dog like Hagrid’s!! You don’t have three heads but that’s okay!” Stiles smiled at the dog before stepping forward and placing his hand slowly on the dog’s head.

The dog huffed again, but lowered his head slightly to let Stiles pet him, which made Stiles smiled so wide it hurt.

“My daddy’s a police ocifer! He gets to play with big puppies too. Not as big as you though!” Stiles exclaimed as he continued walking.

“If you wanna you can come home with me. We have a big back yard! It has trees in the backyard! A lot of trees make a forest so my backyard is actually part of a forest! Isn’t that cool?” Stiles asked his head tilting like the dog’s.

Before the dog could do anything like yip or bark it suddenly stopped and turned its head so it was looking behind them. Stiles was about to ask the puppy what was wrong when it turned back to him and licked his face before running off into the dark forest.

“I guess he didn’t want to come home with me. I don’t blame him. Mommy’s scary when she’s mad and I’m gonna asidentily make her mad again. I don’t mean to be bad.” His words ended in a sob as fresh tear spilled from his eyes.

“Stiles! Stiles oh my god I found you!” Stiles turned to find his daddy getting out of his bright, loud car, “Come here angel. My sweet baby boy why did you leave? You’re mommy called and said someone was in the house but you weren’t there when I came to check on you two.” Noah was panting as he dropped to his knees and pulled his son into his arms.

“D-Daddy! Mommy th-thought I was trynna h-h-hurt her! Th-Thought I was a robber! T-told me to go!” Stiles wailed in his father’s arms, clutching his uniform tightly.

-

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Scott whispered.

“Scott I gotta know what’s wrong with my mommy!” Stiles snapped as he turned back to the computer.

“But we’re supposed to be in the cafeteria not the liberry!” Scott whined.

Stiles just shook his head and ignored him.

“We’re gonna get in trouble!!” Scott whined louder.

Stiles closed his eyes for a moment to breathe.

“It’s gotta be either All-z-heemers or D-men-ti-a. They both cause memory loss and para-no-ia. There’s no cure. My mommy is going to keep forgetting me.” Stiles finished with a whimper and bolted out the door.

Stiles didn’t realize he was running until he was out the front doors of the school and tearing down sidewalk. He didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to get away. Soon he was passing the high school’s lacrosse field and into the woods. He knew better than to wander the forest in a distressed state but being around people felt suffocating. Stiles had always liked the woods they were calm and quiet, so unlike his world. He knew the woods behind his house well, but these woods were different, more chaotic. Darker.

Stiles stumbled over a root and landed face first in mud.

“Great! Just great! My mommy is forgetting me, my daddy knows, but wouldn’t tell me, Mrs. Melissa always looks at me like she’s gonna cry, and now I’m covered in dumb mud out in the middle of the dumb woods instead of in dumb school! I don’t wanna be in trouble anymore! I don’t want mommy to hate me anymore! I don’t want daddy to cry again! I don’t wanna go home anymore! I’m gonna live out here in the woods!” Stiles was so angry, his blood was roaring in his ears as he screamed and thrashed around.

A soft, wet nose was suddenly nudging his cheek. Stiles shot up with a startled squawk as his eyes scanned his surroundings.

“Fluffy?” he asked softly, his head tilting to the left.

The dog dipped his head in greeting before sitting back on his hind legs.

“I missed you.” Stiles sighed, his fury dissipating as he smiled softly at the dog.

Fluffy leaned forward and licked his cheek making Stiles giggle.

“You’re so nice to me.” He had started with a smile, but that quickly faded as a sob tore out of his mouth

Fluffy whined quietly and shuffled forward so that they were leaning together. Stiles leaned his face into Fluffy’s fur and cried.

-

Stiles didn’t remember how he made it home, but he woke up curled up on the couch with a blanket covering him.

Stiles had woken up to his daddy yelling his name. He had scared his daddy by running away, and now he was grounded.

That was fair, so Stiles stuck to his punishment; no more going to the Mcall house after school, no more video games, no more computer. Stiles decided to start running through the woods in his backyard. He never went too far in case his dad came home, but he didn’t stay too close incase his mom forgot him again. Stiles doesn’t know if she ever remembered him again. He hid from her, made sure they were only together if his daddy was home too.

Stiles was on his way back when he heard a short scream and a loud thump from his house. He ran back as fast as he could, that had been Claudia’s scream. He ran straight into the house and to his collapsed mother. He skidded to a halt beside her as she started screaming again.

“Get away! Get away from me! I won’t let you kill me! Demon! Monster! Someone help me! He’s going to kill me!” His mommy screamed and screamed as she twisted away from him trying to drag her broken leg as quickly as she could.

“Mommy?” Stiles voice broke as he watched her crawl away and call him a demon.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help her, but she was trying to get away from him. He started backing away so that maybe she’d stop moving and hurting herself more. His back hit the back door and he slid into the floor. He couldn’t get to her phone to call his daddy, he couldn’t help her, he couldn’t do anything.

“C-Call your husband! Call Noah!” Stiles shouted at his mom as tears fell down his face.

She must have heard him because she fumbled for the phone in her pocket, “I don’t know how to use this! What is this! Where is my cell phone?”

“Claudia slide it to me! I’ll call Noah!” It made his skin crawl to call his parents anything other than mommy and daddy, but it seemed to be calming her down.

Claudia started shaking her head wildly shouting her disagreement to his idea. Before Stiles could do anything a dark hair man was crashing through the door.

“Mrs.Stilinski! Stop moving! We’ve got to get you to a hospital!” The man yelled over her screams as he picked her up like she weighed nothing.

“P-Peter? Peter Hale?” Claudia asked, her voice sounding scratchy and strained.

“Yes ma’am. Let’s get you to a doctor.” The man, Peter Hale, said as he turned back towards the door.

“Please take care of my mom.” Stiles whispered as he curled in on himself.

The man’s head whipped around to him, his eyes flashing in the light.

“Sweet boy you’re coming with. Her leg’s going to be fine but we need to go. I called the station and your dad is going to meet us there.” Peter assured him before stepping out the door.

Stiles followed slowly, scared that he was going to upset his mother again. He didn’t need to worry because it seemed she had fallen asleep in the back seat of Peter’s car. Stiles stood in front of the car fiddling with his sleeves, wondering what to do now, when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. Stiles looked up and found himself reassured by the blue eyes and kind smile he found on Peter’s face.

“Let’s go sweet boy.” Peter’s calm voice soothing Stiles’ panic.

“Thank you. She’s my favoritest person in world. She needs to be okay. She has to be.” Stiles quietly pleaded as he got into the passenger seat and buckled himself in.

Peter watched the boy get in and smiled to himself, “I know angel.”

Boats Against the Current

 
Summary: Every night of the full moon the veil thins and the fae float out onto the lazy river that runs beside the tiny town.
At seventeen Stiles catches sight of the most beautiful person he's ever seen, fae and human alike. The man's at the end of his canoe as if hiding from the other smiling fae in his boat and the mortals trying to get greedy glimpses of the ethereal beings and the land they belong to. Stiles immediately takes a shining to him.
Chapters: 1/1 Completed on Ao3 Words:1133

Every night of the full moon the veil thins and the fae float out onto the lazy river that runs beside the tiny town. They glide through on huge elegant canoes and smile serenely at the mortals. No one knows why the fae come through the weakened veil, just that no human can make the swim out to them. The river is viewed as a holy place since the fae have touched it, meaning that the children do not dare wade in on a hot summer’s day, do not dare to ever learn how to swim. This reverent worship of the river and the creatures that come through it has led to the tradition of writing one’s wishes down and sending them off across the water in hopes that one of the fae will read it and grant their wish. The fae always take everything with them, back through the portal at the end of the midnight hour, though no one knows how they manage to get the little boats and lanterns to follow them through the veil.

 

At seventeen Stiles catches sight of the most beautiful person he's ever seen, fae and human alike. The man's at the end of his canoe as if hiding from the other smiling fae in his boat and the mortals trying to get greedy glimpses of the ethereal beings and the land they belong to. Stiles immediately takes a shining to him. What a surly man! Stiles wonders what his smile would be like. Stiles should be more wary of these feelings, he’d heard the stories of people disappearing on full moons because of the fae. He was not scared. He also was not “enchanted”. He was curious and frankly excited to learn more about this man and his mysterious world.

 

The next full moon comes, the humans making their boats and lanterns all afternoon. Stiles desperately searches for his fae man. He finds him looking less surly and bored and more mildly angry and tense. Stiles is confused. He always thought that the fae must enjoy the crossing, since they made it every month without fail and with a smile on their face. The current is a touch too swift for a novice swimmer and the monthly fae crossing has turned the river into an untouchable holy place. But on this night Stiles sees chains around his man's legs. He's instantly outraged. His fae man should not be chained like some animal. The second he thinks this the man's gaze snaps to him as if sensing his rage. The man tilts his head and smiles slow like a predator who's just found the perfect prey. Stiles' body feels likes he's been struck with lightening the tips of his fingers tingle with the need to touch his man, to free him, to hold him. He takes an involuntary step forward, eyes still locked onto his man's shining blue eyes. They glow in the dark becoming a beacon for Stiles heart and soul to follow. Stiles’ heart went from curious to protective quickly, but once he claimed someone they were not to be harmed. Stiles had claimed this fae the second his honey eyes landed on those disgusting chains.

 

Stiles was going to get his fae man even if it killed him.

 

Stiles devoted every free second to making the hike out of town and into a hidden part of the river. He was not new to the water. He had swam often as a child, though never with a strong current. He missed the quietly lake at his grandparents estate three towns over, their deaths had weighed more heavily on is mother in her final days. The river’s sun warmed water greeted him like an old friend every time he sank into it. He swam back and forth the first couple tries just to make sure he was a strong enough swimmer to get to the other side. The problem was, by the time Stiles made it back to the bank he started on he was too far downstream from his starting point. The gate was not wide enough to allow him to drift as he was. He began swimming across and up. As the days past Stiles got closer and closer to his starting point, His time spent swimming decreasing each time as well. Now all he needed to do was wait.

 

On the next full moon the fae floated gracefully out of the tear as beautiful as ever but Stiles only had eyes for his fae man who was not only in chains again, but this time they were wrapped around his legs and around his arms forcing them back behind him. The unfathomable rage welled up in Stiles again and he immediately took off his over coat. His fae man had found him the second he was angry again this time with a smirk already in place. His head tilted again as if trying to hear Stiles' thoughts from the middle of the river. Stiles kept his eyes on his fae man and took off the rest of his ratty clothing leaving him in just his trousers as he dived straight into the water.

 

The river rose to meet him once again like an old friend, though this was not just his river anymore. He could almost feel the cold ancient water of the fae realm wrapping around him curiously. Stiles did not care. He kicked and paddled with his entire being. When the water cleared from his vision he would adjust his aim until finally finally his hands found the cold wood of a canoe. And when he blinked the water out of his eyes he was face to face with his fae man.

 

"Well hello little mortal. Are you here for me?" Came the beautiful, rumbling voice of his man.

 

Stiles lifted himself up into the canoe ignoring the haughty indignation of the other inhabitants. When he'd found his feet he reached out a hesitant hand toward his man's chains.

 

"Yes. I'm here to free you. Why are you chained?" He asked.

 

His man laughed a deep rumbling sound like a distant rock slide.

 

"Free me you say. Talia darling did you hear that? The mortal agrees that this is too much." The man spoke a mirthful light making his eyes sparkle.

 

Stiles crinkled his nose at being ignored but remained silent in the presence of these unknowable mysterious beings.

 

"Fine. Mortal you may free my brother if you can keep him in line." Came an authoritative voice from behind Stiles.

 

Stiles would've thanked her or even looked at her if he'd not been currently enchanted by the mischief and promise of rebellion he found in his man's eyes.

 

As it was he nodded and took the key offered to him.

Sweatin'

Summary:
Stiles has a crush on Senior Peter Hale. Obviously Peter is a shithead about it. (This is for the Hometown Fest 2018 so this is set in basically my hometown)

Chapters: 1/1 Completed on Ao3 Words: 2418

“If that gremlin sends me to in school suspension one more time because she thinks my shirt is too low cut I’m going to lose my mind!” Lydia shouted her hands throw in the air.

Stiles chuckled lowly and shook his head in sympathy. The gremlin she was mad at was their geometry teacher who had a tendency of standing above girls and telling them their shirts were too revealing. Stiles had been on the receiving end of Lydia, Allison, and Erica’s rants about the unjust dress codes at their high school since the first day of freshman year.

“I can kill her for you.” Erica offered with faux cheer and a sharp toothed smile.

“You can always drop honors and take Mr.Heathly.” Allison suggested even though she knew Lydia and Erica would never admit defeat.

“Oh cheese and rice can he not do that somewhere else? The high school parking lot is not an auto shop!” Scott complained loudly, knowing fully well that the werewolf currently working on his car could hear him, but to the group he whispered lowly, “That boys a snake in the grass if I ever saw one.”

Stiles broke out into obnoxious laughter when Peter Hale didn’t even pause what he was doing to flip them off. Peter Hale had a fantastic humor and an even better body. Stiles had had a crush on the boy since he first saw him. Naturally Peter didn’t acknowledge Stiles’ existence. Stiles had a type after all.

Stiles wished he knew anything about stupid cars. He personally thought Peter’s truck was loud and obnoxious, but he knew the other seniors would crowd around it and praise the monstrosity so it had to be something special. He also knew it was a Ford, though Derek thought that made it crappy. Derek prefered Chevy’s and the two Hales could be heard making quiet biting comments about which trucks are better.

Peter shut the hood of his truck and turned toward the group of sophomores with a smirk. Stiles’ steps faltered when he looked at Peter, whose dirty wife beater clung to his sweaty chest. Peter was a filthy Adonis with a smart mouth and Stiles was putty around him.

“Gross man!” Scott hissed under his breath.

“Poor Stiles.” Erica crooned at him.

Peter went from giving them a cocky smirk to a shit eating grin as his nostrils flared and his eyes snapped to Stiles.

“I uh have to be uh not here. There’s a thing. I need to go to that thing. Bye!” Stiles yelped the last word as he backed away from his friends and bolted to the football locker rooms.

-

Stiles’ jeep rumbled loudly down the winding road into town. He had always prefered taking the backroads around town. They were quiet, well as quiet as something can be when there are croaking frogs and screaming bugs, beautiful little trails through the forest that always seemed to be just barely restrained by industry and society.

Stiles cursed under his breath when he noticed how low the needle of his fuel gauge was, and where that meant he had to go. Only one gas station was anywhere near him, and it just had to be the one owned by the Hales’. Stiles started immediately mentally kicking himself for not filling up at the chain gas station when he was in town the other day.

Gas being almost three dollar a gallon was frankly horse shit and Stiles felt personally victimized since he lived a solid thirty minutes from any gas stations, even further to school or work. Hale’s Station wasn’t the most expensive in these parts, but it certainly wasn’t cheap and Stiles’ wallet was already weeping at the money he was about to drop.

Stiles pulled out onto the main road and made his way to his doom hoping against hope that Derek and Cora would be running it today not Peter or Laura, who both loved to tease Stiles until his face was burning and he wanted to disappear on the spot. When Stiles pulled up to the pump he breathed a sigh of relief because Derek was sitting at the register. Cora normally ran the pumps while Derek ran the register, so Cora was probably in the restroom or something. Stiles hopped out of his jeep and started for the door of the little convenience store to talk to Derek, but was stopped by an arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him back into a very hard chest.

“Well if it isn’t Little Red. We missed you somethin’ fierce the other day when you ran away to the locker rooms.” Peter’s honeyed voice washed over Stiles, send warm sparks down his bones.

Stiles forced himself to relax, he wouldn’t look weak in front of a Hale. Hale’s didn’t respond well to yellow bellied fools and Stiles was definitely not showing his yellow belly to Peter Hale most of all.

He dropped his head slightly back onto Peter’s shoulder to look the older boy in the eye before declaring, “I didn’t run. I had to go clean up the locker room.”

“Well that’s a fib if I ever heard one darlin’. Try again.” Peter hummed in Stiles’ ear turning his bones to jelly.

“You’re a damn fool Peter Hale. You’ll get us both in trouble with you’re hellish ways and I’m not gonna fight my daddy for some devilish boy with a wicked grin and candied nothings.” Stiles huffed before removing himself from Peter’s embrace.

Peter’s quiet laughter followed Stiles inside the little store where Stiles was met by The Disapproving Brows.

“I don’t know what's got your knickers in a twist, but that uncle of yours really gets my goose and your momma ought to have a talk with him about wearing proper britches. It’s indecent.” Stiles snapped as he approached the counter and the grumpy boy behind it.

“My momma ain’t got no way to control that boy. He could drive a preacher to cuss if you left ‘em alone together.” Derek chuckled and shook his head affectionately.

“Alright dumplin’ I filled you up nice and full.” Peter said, abruptly appearing behind Stiles and dragging a suggestive hand down Stiles’ spine, “He owes you $43.56 Der.”

Stiles flushed from the tips of his ears down to the tips of his toes. Where did Peter get off talking like that? He was going to put Stiles in an early grave at this rate.

“Now Peter listen here.” Derek started, but was cut off by Peter winking at Stiles and striding out the door.

Stiles handed Derek his debit card and signed the receipt quietly, still trying to calm his racing heart.

“He’s just teasing me Derek. It’s okay. It’s fun to pick on me I guess.” Stiles chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and making his exit with one final shrug.

-

Football was not something Stiles could be bad at. It simply was not allowed. From the age of six boys were expected to play football, some played other sports as well but everyone played football. It was impossible to be bad at something you’ve always done. Stiles wasn’t amazing, but he was still starting line, which was pretty impressive if you asked him.

Friday night’s game was brutal. The Cyclones were going against the only other school in the county, the pompous rude ass Yellow Jackets. Stiles tried to stay above the school rivalry thing, but the Yellow Jackets always played rougher when they faced the Cyclones. Stiles always seemed to get hit the hardest for some reason, probably an unlucky great great grandfather or something had cursed him. The Cyclones won by seven points and Stiles had never been happier when the buzzer finally sounded the end of the game. Fireworks started going off, but Stiles’ head was still buzzing after that last tackle by the mountain of a seventeen year old they dubbed “The Bull” so he couldn’t enjoy them like usual.

The cheerleaders and the twenty benched players ran out to the middle of the field to congratulate each other.

“Stiles that was a brutal ass tackle man! He took you down faster than a hot knife through butter.” Erica cackled.

“You definitely have a concussion.” Lydia supplied unhelpfully.

Stiles found himself slumping against Scott’s unyielding back in defeat

“Thank fuck for werewolf strength.” Stiles murmured blearily as Scott continued to move them through the crowd to get to the rest of their friends.

“You know born wolves are stronger.” Came Peter’s silken voice from behind Stiles.

“They are not you egg suckin’ liar.” Scott snapped as he maneuvered Stiles’ exhausted body so that he was leaning against Scott’s side and could properly look at Peter.

All werewolves present immediately realized how much of a mistake that was when Stiles finally took in the sight of Peter sweaty and slightly winded, his hair a mess and face flushed. Stiles was too tired to try to control his reaction to the older boy so he straightened up and tried to walk away. Unfortunately Peter knew he was going to run away again and grabbed Stiles’ elbow.

“Before you skedaddle I wanted to invite you to my party at our lake house this weekend.” Peter asked with something akin to bashfulness.

“I’ll be there Hale. Try to wear something that isn’t tight enough to see your religion.” Stiles replied with a smile before stepping out of his grasp and heading for the locker rooms to shower.

-

Stiles put on his jeans and the most absurd shirt he owned, which just so happened to also look amazing on him, and raced down the stairs. Tonight was Peter’s party and Stiles was tired of playing games, it was time to tell Peter to stop teasing him just because he wanted an ego boost. If Peter wasn’t actually teasing Stiles but genuinely flirting with him then Stiles was going to climb that boy like a tree.

“Well look at you two! What a mighty fine couple you make!” Stiles cooed from his window as Scott and Allison walked to his jeep from Scott’s house, they always seemed to wear complementary outfits and it was both adorable and disgusting.

“Thank you Stiles! What are you wearing? That shirt looks like it got hit with the ugly one too many times.” Allison said with a small, amused smile as she lifted herself into the passenger seat.

“It’s my first date shirt! If this doesn’t run ‘em off then my babbling won’t either!” Stiles grinned at his friends and winked before putting the car in drive.

The Hale house was a huge plantation style mansion, but their lake house was much more modern. Stiles wasn’t a fan of sleeping in the Hale house even when Derek had invited him over for slumber parties when they were younger, the house just seemed so haunted that Stiles always had the heebie jeebies inside it. The lake house was all sleek counters and fancy flooring, completely new and unhaunted. Stiles was perfectly content to get raging drunk where no potential ghosts could mess with him.

“We’re going to go find Lydia and the puppies. Peter's probably wherever they're playing beer pong. Good luck Stiles!” Allison gave his cheek a kiss and pushed him into the crowd of people before she and Scott went the other direction in search of their friends.

Stiles was nervous enough that he was flushed and slightly shaky by the time he saw the beer pong table. Derek was going against his sister Laura with a determined look on his face, which was honestly adorable.

“We've been stuck on the last cups for too long. That's it! I'm calling celebrity shot. Peter get over here!” Derek declared motioning for Peter to join him.

“That's not fair! Peter is banned from celebrity shots after the summer of ‘05 and you fucking know it you snake! I hope you gave your heart to Jesus cause after this game your ass is mine little brother!” Laura shouted angrily as Peter smugly walked over to Derek's end of the table.

“Not uncle Peter. Derek just boosted that son of a bitches ego when he already walks around with his nose so high in the air he could drown in the rain.” Cora Hale groaned from somewhere beside Stiles.

The combination of both Hale girls’ cutting remarks made Stiles throw his head back with loud laughter. He loved these fierce people and he especially loved how much they picked on Peter.

Stiles opened his eyes as Laura let out a triumphant yell. And his brain immediately took in the scene before him.

Peter had missed the shot.

Laura had sunk her ball in Derek's last cup.

Peter was staring at Stiles with a heated gaze.

Stiles had distracted Peter and made him miss the shot.

Stiles flushed all over as he met Peter's blazing gaze.

“Stiles.” the word flowed from Peter's lips like a prayer, like Stiles was his only salvation.

“Well that's enough of that.” Cora said roughly as she hip checked Peter out of the way and towards Stiles.

With Peter so close Stiles was having a hard time remembering the rant he had planned.

Peter's intense gaze broke as his eyes dropped to Stiles’ chest, “Is your shirt just a bunch of Nicolas Cage faces?”

Stiles was immediately brought out of his trance and grinned like the devil at Peter.

“You bet your sweet ass it is. What do you think?” Stiles asked pulling his shirt out a little to get a better look.

“I think it'd look better on the floor of my bedroom.” Peter leaned into Stiles’ space with a suggestive tug on the bottom of his shirt.

“Now you listen here Peter Hale. I have just about had it with you constantly teasing me about my crush and I think it's well past time that you quit playing games with me.” Stiles huffed angrily and crossed his arms.

“What if I'm not playing games Stiles? What if I actually do want to be with you? What if all I want right now is to get you out of that horrendous shirt and into my bed?” Peter asked more softly than one would expect when saying such sexual things.

“Well then I'd say call me a squirrel cause I'm gonna get my nut.” Stiles gave Peter's shocked look a shit eating grin and pulled the older boy into a heated kiss.

Coercion

 Summary: Peter's only ever had eyes for Stiles

Chapters: 1/1 Completed on Ao3 Words: 776

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The first time Peter saw a shifter he wasn’t related to was the night of his fifteenth birthday. His mother had always kept him well away from pack politics; she claimed it was to protect his innocence, but he thinks it was to protect their visitors from him.

The leopardess was accompanied by a small boy, who had dark hair and bright eyes, as she strutted through the forest. The boy chatter animatedly to his companion only half of which was understandable English, neither aware that they were being observed from the branches above them. Peter couldn’t explain why, but with each moment he watched the boy interact with the great cat he felt himself becoming more and more invested in the child.

He wanted the boy and nothing was going to keep them apart.

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The boy wasn’t as human as he had originally looked. Peter followed the recent teenager through the woods as the young man ran recklessly into the ever darkening night. Peter, now a man in his twenties, had foregone schooling to stay near his boy, to watch his boy grow, to wait for his moment to claim his boy. Claudia Stilinski had died this morning, and here was her cub running from his grief and into the arms of a predator. Peter grinned as he went over his plan to gain his prey’s trust and devotion. Peter had hoped that Stiles took after his mother, but watching the boy turn into a leopard the color of pitch was a delight he could not have planned experience. Oh how he revelled in the sight of Stiles’ full shift, the boy’s fur so dark Peter could just barely make out the darker rings still in his coat. Peter had to shift as well to keep up with Stiles, but after a brief stint the cub’s senses finally alerted him that he wasn’t alone.

Stiles turned and faced Peter as he stepped into the clearing the cub had stopped in. A fully grown wolf such as himself is about the same size as a fully grown leopard, but Stiles was not a fully grown leopard and so was smaller than Peter as he approached. Peter would miss these days of being larger than Stiles after he had the boy in his possession.

Peter stalked forward, ignoring the rasping yowls coming from the cub, and gently bumped his head against the defensive leopard’s. Stiles calmed his yowls, but started lowly growling as Peter continued to gently rub his head against the cub’s. It took a long time but eventually Stiles’ growls changed frequency to a much quieter, but more vibrating, purr and he dropped to the ground back in his human form. Peter curled around the boy and let him cry into his fur.

He’d finally found his in.

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Peter played with his cub every night for three years before his boy had the nerve to approach him in his human form. Peter had known he was coming just from the sound of his loud rambling jeep, but remembered to pretend he hadn’t been following this boy for thirteen years, only three of those with actual contact, and didn’t have his scent and the sound of his heartbeat memorized.

His sweet shy boy stepped up to the counter and cleared his throat before speaking, “Hi. My name is-” a short cough “I’m Stiles. Uh. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski. Is this your bookstore?”

Peter found himself even more enraptured with his boy as he fumbled through his intro and flushed, “Well aren’t you cute. Yes. I am Peter Hale and I own Over the Moon. How can I help you darling boy?”

Peter knew he could lay it on thick if he wanted, but watching Stiles’ face grow redder and hearing his heart pick up speed when Peter called him “darling boy” was as much of a ego boost as it was an aphrodisiac.

“I kind of followed my nose here so this might sound-” a pause “weird. But uh have you seen a black leopard in the woods?” Stiles mumbled his question as he played with the bottom of his shirt.

Peter was positively charmed and flashed the boy a sharp tooth smile accompanied with a wink.

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“Mmm Peter. He’s not dead yet.” Stiles moaned loudly as Peter mouthed at his neck.

“Yes darling boy I’m aware. He isn’t going anywhere though. Don’t you prefer this?” Peter bit his boy’s neck before licking the wound and blood that currently coated Stiles.

The man at their feet groaned as he slowly bled out.

“I’d prefer anything you gave to me.” Stiles said with a bloody blissed out smile.

Awash in Your Peace

 Summary: (This is for the 14k steter reverse bang and RubyRedHoodling made beautiful artwork that inspired this!) 

Stiles leans against the shaking machine and stares blankly at the book in his hands. He doesn’t remember the last time he had a real meal. He pushes his glasses back up his nose and tries to use the sounds of an empty laundromat to motivate him to read more. He’d managed to reanimate a corpse but the spell had worn off too quickly to test the Kerastes venom properly. He had to get this right soon, he was bound to get caught sneaking around the local graveyards, until he had his research approved he would be in danger of being caught and charged with a felony.

“Maybe if I add more of-”Stiles stopped mumbling out loud when he heard the door open and someone step into the once empty room.

“Oh don’t stop on my account darling.” Came a rumbling, cocky voice from above him.

“Please don’t be who I think it is” Stiles whispered, clenching his eyes closed tight in denial.

Chapters: 1/1 Completed on Ao3 Words: 9507
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The Nogitsune had almost ruined everything. Junior year was supposed to be the calm before the storm and yet it had been a freaking hurricane. Senior year had passed in a blur of stale fear and self-loathing. Stiles had killed so many people, had almost killed Allison. It took weeks and weeks of horrible, nauseating work to return to his normal physical health. He had decided to keep the momentum rolling and started strength training regularly, which benefited him immensely as more fairytale monsters decided to try their luck against a True Alpha.

Fixing his body was not the only hurdle to leap, unfortunately. Stiles had a deep mistrust of mental healthcare professionals and couldn’t stomach being in the fake cheery rooms they use as offices. His father had asked him to try home visits, but he just felt like someone was invading his space and couldn’t focus on anything other than the wrongness that washed over him every time the doctor moved. Stiles had to accept that therapy was out of reach at that moment, though he did try again once he was safely across the country. It was a successful attempt and he loves his therapist.

Originally Stiles had thought Quantico would be his destination, and yet after the actual hell he’d gone through he didn’t want to be a field agent anymore. He had PTSD and explosions and danger were no longer appealing after he had watched himself cause them. Stiles had known his entire life he would work in the criminal justice system, but now he didn’t want to be the guy running head first into the battle. He couldn’t be that guy even if he wanted. He froze up when things exploded, he sometimes became convinced that there was a trap up ahead even though he rationally knew there couldn’t be, worst of all was the paranoia though. Stiles eventually gave each member of his pack a code phrase so that he knew they were them and that he was himself. He’d played it off as if they should’ve done it since the beginning in case witches possessed someone, but he’d taken one look at the friendly neighborhood Zombiewolf and knew he wasn’t as smooth as he thought he was.

Derek and Peter had informed the pack in their senior year that if they were all going away for school that they’d need to figure out which pack member was closest and make regular trips out to each other, otherwise the wolves could start getting more and more restless and even the humans would feel the separation acutely. The pack mapped out the routes they needed and figured out who was closest in case anything happened. Scott had to meet everyone’s local pack and introduce his betas to the local alpha before they were allowed on the territory, which had exhausted everyone and stressed Stiles out. Scott was not the best at thinking on his feet, but luckily he had a charm that was undefeatable. Stiles insisted on accompanying Scott and whichever pack member they were introducing, because if he didn’t he’d drive himself nuts with worry.

Kira and Scott were the easiest because UC Davis was in Satomi’s territory and she actually liked the pack as a whole, not just their lovable alpha. Stiles still grinned every time he thought of cute little Kira being a vet at some big zoo, helping big cats and giant gorillas. Kira had always been a little unsteady at social interactions, but she loved animals with her whole being. She’d be the most adorable vet in the world, and Stiles was genuinely happy for her.

 Isaac was going to the University of California in Irvine, which put him seven hours from Scott and Kira and ten from Beacon Hills. He was going to school for creative writing. His therapist had recommended he write his abuse through a third person omniscient point of view, and it had not only helped Isaac come to grips with loving and not loving his abusive father, but had also sparked a hidden passion and talent in the boy. Stiles had grown much warmer to Isaac in the past few years and couldn’t wait for his friend to finally get his big break and get a publishing deal. He had the potential to be the next John Green and Stiles was so proud of his strength through the journey he’d traveled. Irvine’s alpha was an older man with a whip quick reflexes and a tendency to hug everyone often. Stiles was hugged every time he opened his mouth, because apparently the man found him hilarious even when he wasn’t making a joke. Stiles liked him immensely and hoped he helped Isaac get past some of his touch avoidance.

Boyd had finally felt comfortable enough with the pack to show everyone his photography senior year. Everyone had been blown away by his skill. He had decided to go to Virginia Commonwealth University to get formal training and learn how to edit his photos. He decided to minor in advertising in case he wanted to go that route at some point. Stiles’ heart swelled every time he thought of their stoic, solemn packmate who’d found solace in the world around him and learned to let himself have something soft and good. He still carried the loss of his sister, but photography had helped Boyd escape his guilt and focus on the beauty around him. Stiles loved him for it. The local alpha was a very old woman with soft eyes that seemed to find the darkness in each of them. Stiles avoided her and her piercing gaze; he knew the darkness that lived in him.

Lydia chafed under the need to be “presented” to an alpha. Stiles had straight out cackled when she asked Scott if he thought she was “some breeding mare that needed to be assessed if she was worth the money or not.” Scott had been so flustered and had no idea what to say to that.  Eventually Lydia had cracked and laughed at Scott’s horrible attempts to let her know that “women were amazing and his equal in every way and that actually Lydia would probably be worth more than Scott if they were horses, not that he thought someone could put a value on Lydia that is!” Stiles held that memory very dearly. Lydia had met the alpha with grace and thinly veiled venom and the man had eaten it up. The local alpha was positively wrapped around Lydia’s finger like everyone else in their lives. Stiles loved that girl and was so proud that she was going to Columbia and was on track to win that Fields Medal he told her she’d win all those years ago.

Allison had decided against college and taken a much more badass route. She had started fighting in mixed martial arts competitions in northern California, but quickly advanced to the national tournaments. Her father sent them videos and pictures of her fights and when she was close to a packmate they’d go watch her beat the snot out of whichever poor soul was facing her that night. Stiles was probably the only pack member that drove multiple hours to go see Allison fight, but that was mostly due to the fact that he was enchanted by MMA and absolutely adored her sunshine attitude as she beat the daylights out of someone.

Erica was obviously a pre-med major. Her Epilepsy had denied her so much of her childhood and adolescence that now she was determined to work on Epiletic research. Her major was in pediatrics and that was so in line with the light in her soul.  Some of the pack seemed shocked that she had the grades for it, but Stiles had seen her working extra hard junior and senior year to make up for that awful semester sophomore year when she’d been on a power high.  Stiles knew she could easily keep up with himself and Lydia, but chose not to wield her brain like the weapon it was. Erica was more preoccupied with experiencing everything than with arguing or debating with Stiles, Lydia, and Peter. She was going to use her second chance to make something of her life. She was going to do everything as she walked the path of medicine. Stiles got misty eyed when he thought of his fierce friend. They’d gotten closer after Gerard’s torture and he was so happy to have her in his life. She even got accepted to Vanderbilt in Nashville, Tennessee, which was amazing. She knew she wanted to get as far from Beacon Hills as financially possible and Vanderbilt had given her an amazing scholarship. Stiles had played Miley Cyrus’ The Climb at the graduation party Erica’s parents had thrown for her. He sang along loudly, and so very off key before grinning at her and reminding her that this is what she had to look forward to in Nashville.

Stiles and Erica actually had the same alpha to meet because Stiles had been given a full ride at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville. He’d accepted immediately. He was surprisingly excited to see the body farm and start his own supernatural research there. The local alpha actually lived in Nashville and she would be able to help Erica in class and on the full moon since she was surprisingly also a professor at Vanderbilt. Stiles was grateful she wasn’t located in Knoxville in case she disapproved of his research and told Scott what he wanted to do.

Stiles has to give his research pitch to the department heads at the end of summer, and he’s honestly nervous about how it’s going to go over. The Body Farm was going to be his saving grace, all of their saving graces actually. If Stiles’ research pitch was approved he’d begin studying the effects of natural toxins as they develop in a corpse. The research idea is relatively simple and unchallenging, but Stiles’ real research would be in reanimating the cadavers and running a series of tests using supernatural toxins and offensive spells. Scott would definitely not approve, though Scott would hopefully never have to know about it. Someone had to figure things out before one of the got irreparably hurt, and after Peter Hale disappeared they had no one left with any real answers. Stiles would find them answers, find them safety, even if Scott would hate him for it.

He had started in this endeavor last autumn when he finally had a space to himself where he could read his spell books and the old diaries he'd began collecting junior year without being labeled a freak. Stiles was already a relatively awkward adult and his ADHD tended to let his mouth run away from him, which usually ended in new people being uncomfortable around him.

He didn’t really care about branching out too much at school. He had made a few friends freshman year, and all of them had slowly fizzled away as they went different routes with their classes. Now that Stiles was firmly into his degree specific classes he had made a few polite connections, but it seemed that everyone was chasing after some TV show and not the realistic side of being a forensic chemist. Stiles had seen the real life of a squint and it was getting increasingly harder not to spoil everyone’s fun about how much “action” they were going to see and how many car chases they were going to be in. It just wasn’t like that.

There was one girl that understood, though she was a criminal justice major so he only occasionally had class with her. Her name was Malia and she was one of the most bad ass girls he’d ever met, on top of being the first werecoyote he’d ever seen. Her hair was buzzed on both sides of her head, but her “mohawk” was so long that she just wore it down flat and would switch which side she parted it on whenever she wanted. Her hair was dyed a different color every couple weeks and her stylist always painted the coolest designs on the buzzed sides. Her hair was currently bright green and blue with an alien head on one side and a spaceship on the other, it was amazing. Malia had no piercings because apparently a were’s accelerated healing meant that they’d be in constant discomfort/pain as the tissues tried to knit themselves together again, and in worse cases the body would just heal around it as if absorbing the metal. That piece of imagery made Stiles want to curl up and die. He couldn’t even imagine what that had to feel like, much less the surgery they’d have to perform to get it out.

Piercings aside, Malia was covered in tattoos. Stiles was both in awe of her strength and on the edge of vomiting at the thought of burnt flesh every time he looked at them. He could still smell that night that Scott got that horrible tattoo.

Malia was a different kind of fighter than Stiles was used to. He spent hours just watching her box with her friends and was genuinely enraptured by the differences in her and Allison's moves and the play of their muscles. Allison was a mixed martial artist and her body was lean with sharply defined muscles, while Malia was a boxer with thick thighs and biceps the size of a cantaloupe. Stiles was in awe of these scary women.

A benefit of his newest friend being a were was that Stiles had someone he could frankly speak to about his research. The first step of which was to successfully reanimate a cadaver only for the specific time period he needed. Malia always accompanied him when he tried, just in case he brought the soul back as well as restarting the body. It was a potentially horrifying side effect of reanimating corpses, if the soul came back then he had technically resurrected them and they had free will again, which almost always ended in blood, death, and murder.

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