#peter hale imagine

[starshipsofstarlord]

Little Rascal

The pack discovers that Peter has a life that he cares about hidden in Beacon Hills. A wife and a son that they have never before met (1.4k)

Warnings - fluff, pet names, dad!Peter, brief mention of murder and sex, Peter’s secret little life, threats, season 4 based yet loosely different with how Peter goes about working with Scott, deadpool

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To say that Peter was glad to be home, away from all of the chaos that he contributed within the McCall pack, was a dangerous understatement. He hates being away from his own little world, for he cared for those he had in it, and he was a whole different person whilst he was there.

Home, it was the first time in a long duration of such where he felt as though he could call a place that. But it wasn’t just the environment, it was also those that lived in it alongside him, he loved the mundane aspects, how he could relax on the sofa and not have to worry about the ghosts that were in his scorned past.

“Honey Bee.” Peter called out to his sentimental lover; the only one he could love other than his troublesome young son. The dismissive clatter of dishes reached his ears as they were placed in the kitchen basin, and his love came to stand before him as he was seated on the couch, a tiny monster of his own creation clasped with his arms around his mothers legs.

“Yes darling?” She spoke softly to him, combing through her son’s dark locks with her maternal fingers, and the sight made the big bad wolf smile a real smile, one of happy content. Y/N’s head was cocked to the side as she enquired on why he called for her presence, and the man stood, untangling his child from around his wife’s legs and brought him up into his arms.

Taryn was weightless, yet he weighed down Peter’s heart heavy with loving adoration. He could not wait until he and Y/N procreated another little critter that would run around their home just the same as the one he held did. It was the best thing to ever happen to him, being a father.

He had not watched Malia grow up, and that was nothing short of a shame, but now he had the chance to do better and be there as he was more than well aware of the ever encompassing presence of his youngest child.

“I-“ before he could speak on what he had planned, there was an ever so stiff knock rattling on the front door to his secret haven. A derelict sigh made the man roll his tortured eyes as he steadied Taryn more securely upon his hip, pressing a firm peck to his wife’s temple before stepping towards the entrance to their home and unlocking the barrier that protected all that he cared for to onlooking eyes.

And there on the other side was formidably confused pack members, of which he occasionally aided, his only surviving nephew included. His arm propped more securely around his son as he glared with lack of impression, bemused about his unexpected visitors.

They shouldn’t have been here, he hadn’t even let them know the whereabouts of his address, and thus they must have tracked his scent to here. “Can I help you?” The old alpha scowled, his expression creasing even more when Derek dared to take a step closer. “That’s your son.” His raven haired nephew stated, picking up on the boy’s familiar scent.

“You have a kid, other than Malia?” Stiles retorted, feeling rather glad that his werecoyote girlfriend had not accompanied them to their destination. Scott too was rather surprised, he had expected that Peter had nothing driving his life other than a blood lust for power, however it appeared that they had all been wrong. There was a piece of him that was surprisingly human, and it was something that none of them had ever expected to uncover.

After all he had done, perhaps he had committed his wrong doings for another reason than vengeance; he was protecting his own little pack. “Peter, we need your help.” Scott stated with his soft alpha demeanour, understanding if he were unwilling to give his aid at this particular time. He had never been a fan of Peter, not after changing him to be a werewolf against his will, and especially not after threatening the lives of those he cared about, but he had to admit, he conditioned a heart felt feeling for the man. It wasn’t quite happiness, but it wasn’t not happiness either.

“I guess you’ve caught me in a good mood.” It was something the pack members had rarely witnessed, Peter was hardly generous, but he wanted to try and be a good example for his son. “Come on in - but don’t make yourselves at home. I’d prefer for this to not take too long.”

At least his blunt honesty wasn’t peculiar behaviour, and thus with wary footsteps Stiles was forced by Scott’s hand upon the back of his shoulder to enter the home of Peter Hale. “What’s your kid’s name?” Derek asked, curious about his newly discovered cousin. The kid shyly bowed his head, his locks falling before his eyes as Peter placed him like a feather on the floor.

Taryn was preferable to remain in Peter’s shadow. Tucking his hands around his father’s legs as he adapted to the strangers that his father had invited inside. Without hesitancy, despite the company he had, Peter crouch’s down and comforted his son. “It’s okay, you can introduce yourself. These are… some friends of mine.” He’d have rather proclaimed them as acquaintances however that would unsettle Taryn, and it wasn’t exactly the truth.

“My name is Taryn.” The spawn of Scott’s first enemy quietly spoke, making his father proud for doing so. “Why don’t you go to your room son, I’ll be right in after talking to my friends.” The boy needn’t be told twice, he was shy, especially around the rare amount of strangers he had met, and so he gladly trotted off down the hallway, giddy for his ‘daddy’s friends’ leave.

Peter stood up straighter and cleared his throat. “What is it that you needed from me?” His stoic demeanour returned as he expectedly awaited an answer to those that brought constant chaos into his now calm life. “Perhaps to know who would have a child with you, the mass murderer that went around the town killing only for it all to be blamed on a mountain lion.” Stiles scoffed, shocked that someone would willingly procreate with such a monster.

“That would be me.” A voice startled the sarcastic boy, one of feminine grace and beauty which astounded Stiles whom was gasping at the sight of the goddess like creature that stalked in the room before them. “Do we have a problem here darling, or do I need to rip a tongue or two out to bring some quiet back to our home?” Her eyebrows raised as she glowered upon the folk that were crowded in the entryway, looking to her husband for confirmation.

“It’s fine Y/N.” It wasn’t very often that Peter called her by her name, however he was on edge for the seriousness that was contorting the faces of the pack members. “But what I am wanting to know is what isn’t fine, since I assume that’s what you lot were going to tell me.” Derek inhaled through his nose as Scott stepped closer, understanding that the threat was far larger to Peter than he had earlier anticipated.

“There’s a dead pool for supernatural creatures. They are going to try and kill us for money, your money in fact. And I’m willing to bet your family are on the other parts of the list; so, are you willing to help us protect our kind, or will you run, like you always do? I’d understand if you did the latter, I never knew you had a son and a…”

“Wife.” Y/N finished the sentence for Scott, crossing her arms as she stood closer to her husband. “If you need help, you have mine, I will do anything to protect my son.” It was unexpected however Derek nodded in appreciation for her words. Peter weaved his fingers through hers as he ogled worryingly at his beauty, and he was the beast, a beast that was to be hunted and fighting for the life of his family.

“Our son.” He spoke humbly, becoming protective as he thought of all he had to lose. “Just tell us what you want us to do Scott, but remember, our priority is Taryn, his life is more important than any other to us. I will not save a life if it means risking his, but we will do our best.”

“I understand.” Scott said harmlessly, for the first time gracing his maker with a smile. None of this would have tied the alpha up in this mess if Peter had never bitten him, however there was nothing for him to do that would erase that past. “And thank you, I’m glad that we’re on the same side when it comes to this.”

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[twjournals]

you tell them you're pregnant / part 2

Isaac Lahey

He doesn't believe his ears. He makes you repeat it because he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Isaac, I'm pregnant." You repeat.

You had known for a few days now. You were in a world of emotions already between your own emotions and wondering what Isaac would think when he found out.

There was no beating around the bush when you told him.

You weren't that far along to notice. If you hadn't missed your period, you probably would not have suspected anything yourself.

He blinked, turning his head as if he was taking in everything you were saying.

You stood in front of him, your hair still damp from the shower you had just taken.

"And here I thought you were about to tell me about something you were thinking in the shower." He chuckled nervously, feeling his hands starting to get clammy and he rubbed them around his pj bottoms. "Pregnant?"

You just nodded your head.

"Is this why you've been so quiet the past few days?" He met your eyes again.

You weren't sure what to say. You were terrified what was going through his mind.

"I can't say I'm not freaking out a little," He started before rising to his feet to lift your chin to look at him. He couldn't lie. He was freaking out between the trauma he was slowly recovering from with his father and trying to keep it from coming between the two of you. But right now he knew how much he needed you.

You look out the shaky breath you were holding in and he stroked his finger across your cheek. "But I'm here."

He presses a kiss to the side of your head, pulling you into his arms to hold you tight. "I'm here."

Theo Raeken

You knew it wasn't smart to be going behind your brother's back with Theo but you couldn't help yourself. And let's be honest Theo wasn't helping either.

"Theo, I need to tell you something." You mumbled against his lips as he started to pull his jacket down his arm.

It wasn't hard to hide it when everyone hated Theo, including you. You played the role so well.

At least that was the case.

"What is it?" His mouth left yours only to continue working kisses down your jaw and along your neck. You could barely think around him.

Your hands pushed against his chest, leaning away from him to pry his lips from your neck. He held onto your waist as he finally met your eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Liam was going to kill you.

You swallowed hard. Everything. "I'm pregnant, Theo."

You could feel how tense the air had grown around you in just a few second. Neither of you had said a word for a while, but his arms never moved from around you.

You moved to pull the two positive pregnancy tests from your back pocket to show him. His eyes followed your hand.

"I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted things to go either, but I'm terrified. And Liam- Liam is going to-"

His name was like a trigger for the both of you. Considering Liam was your brother and about the only person who gave Theo any sort of a chance aside from you. "He's gonna have to get over it." He finally spoke.

"I don't want to ruin things for you. I know you've been trying to do better with everyone."

"I'm not worried about that." He admitted as his large hands caressed along your back comfortingly. "This matters more to me than trying to appease them." He nodded his head towards you.

Your cheeks blushed a deep crimson before hiding your face into his chest.

Peter Hale

You were curled up on the couch watching a movie with Peter after a long day of both of you helping Scott's pack.

A blanket was draped across both of you and a bowl of popcorn sitting on his lap.

You had known the exciting news for a week now and you couldn't wait any longer to share it with him.

Not that you had been trying to get pregnant, but it was a topic discussed a few times and you both weren't against being parents. You had been married two years now. It was nothing you were in a hurry to do, but now that it was happening. It felt like it was meant to be.

You reached a hand into the bowl to grab some popcorn, smiling to yourself as you kept your eyes on the tv screen.

"So what if I told you I may or may not be pregnant?" You tossed the popcorn in your mouth.

His fingers tracing against your back stilled and he lifted his head off the couch cushion to look at you.

"Are you?"

You struggled to bite back the grin on your lips, peeking over at find his soft eyes already on you.

"I am."

You watched his lips curl into a smile, knocking over the popcorn over to pull you into his lap. "Oh my god Peter. I was eating that."

His arms wrapped around your body to cuddle you on his lap. "I've been waiting for you to say something. I knew something was off." He kissed the corner of your mouth, glazing a large hand over your stomach.

"You knew? What?"

He taps his ear with a smirk. "You're married to a werewolf, baby. This is old news."

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[chloe-skywalker]

They Were There - Peter Hale

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 635

Summary: Derek and Cora know about Y/n and Peter because they were there when he proposed. Everyone else in the pack? Surprise.

Masterlist

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“Welcome to the family.” Derek smiled, hugging Y/n as she and Peter entered the loft having just got back from their honeymoon. Y/n and Derek had been friends since junior high but now she was his sister in law and Derek wasn’t disappointed. “Cora sends her congrats and welcome but she had to leave.”

“Its okay. I already talked to her.” Y/n smiled, waving it off, her and Cora had already talked a few days before. “Its great to finally be apart of the family.” Y/n groaned back at Peter along with Derek.

“Sorry I didn’t want to rush things.” Peter narrowed his eyes at the two.

“You have been in love with her since you were 14. I think you took your damn time.” Derek raised his brows looking at his uncle with an exaggerated look. Even if he was somewhat commatoused for a few years, his uncle still took his damn time.

“I’m just glad you did it to begin with.” Y/n let out a laugh, it was a long time coming.

“It's been a longtime coming.” Peter pulled Y/n, his wife, into his side and kissed her. He could be soft with her.

“There's a pack meeting tonight here at the loft.” Derek told them after their little moment, Y/n is good for his uncle. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t kill him again to protect her, but she did make him a better person.

“I’ll be there.” Y/n told him.

“Will you?” Derek asked his uncle knowing how much he did not care for the pack.

“Since my wife will be there, yes. I gotta know what I’ll have to protect you from when their plans go wrong.” Peter stated sarcastically. Y/n and Derek just looked at eachother and rolled their eyes.

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“Your back!” Scott said with a smile rushing over to hug Y/n once the pack entered the loft and saw she was there. They had all missed her.

“You’ve been gone so long.” Allsion said having missed her older friend. Y/n was older than the group of teens, she was the older sister figure of the pack.

“Where’d you go?” Stiles asked.

“Is that a ring on your finger?” Lydia points out having caught the shine of it catching the light.

“You got married?” Allison questioned in shock, having looked down to Y/n’s hand like everyone else after hearing Lydia.

“Yes.” Y/n nodded.

“Without us?” Scott gave her his sad puppy dog eyes.

“We plan on having a reception with all of you sometime in the near future.” Y/n smiled at them and she saw her words lesson their sadness.

“We? Who’s the dude?” Stiles raised a brow.

“Peter.”

“Peter as in Peter Hale?!” Scott’s eyes bulged out of his head. 

“As in Derek’s uncle?” Allison was less shocked but more surprised.

“Yes, she's a Hale now.” Derek smirked proudly.

“I am.” She smiled.

“Peter Hale?” Stiles squinted his eyes, still not believing it.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Peter raised his eyebrows pretending to be innocent. He spoke up for the first time since the pack arrived from his spot on the couch.

“You're a psychopath for starters.” Stiles stated addressing the oldest Hale.

“He’s different with her. I’ll defend him on that. He has always been different when it comes to Y/n.” Derek spoke up.

Y/n walked over to Peter, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“That's because she’s different. She’s mine.” Peter growled the last part possessively.

“And you're mine.” Y/n smiled at him leaning over to kiss him.

“Oh he’s been yours since he laid eyes on you.” Derek teased and he got satisfaction when his uncle flashed his eyes at him but couldn’t deny his nephew's statement.

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

PETER HALE | “CREEPER WOLF” (teen wolf)

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“A Different Breed” (Peter Hale x Fem!Reader)

| With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws.

| SFW, canon divergence, manipulative!peter (what’s new though really?), reader is of African and Irish descent -banshee!reader

| 1k+ words

“Y/n L/n.”

Instinctually your brows furrow at the sound of your name even as you’re still looking at the ledgers on the library table.

“Yes?” You turn towards the person, a man. Trying not to seem rude you do him the favor of not looking at him as if he’s crazy for coming up to you with your full government name in his mouth. “If you’re looking for Ms. Fields she’s in the computer lab.”

He shakes his head. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you stay stiff as you try to place if you’ve seen him before while leaning back on the table.

“Oh no,” he smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to be pleasant, “I’ve found exactly who I was looking for.”

Mhm. Part of your soul starts to ring out with danger bells but you don’t let him see that.

Planting your hands behind you on the desk you lean back some, inclining your head softly to the side, “What were you looking for me for?”

“Help.”

You nod slowly, dark fingers tapping against the edge of the table. This man doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who needs (or trusts) help from anybody, but part of your job was literally helping people so you couldn’t call bullshit just yet.

You make sure to keep your expression open.

“Cool. What can I help you with, Mr… ?”

At your light promoting it’s like a flip switches and he suddenly remembers he has to seem far less suspicious than he’s otherwise been coming off.

His face loses its tension and in response you relax the tiniest bit as well.

“Hale,” he easily answers the inquiry.

The name pings at something familiar in your head. Hale…Hale? Ah!

“As in Talia Hale?”

The man’s eyebrows go up and a cool smile takes over his face.

“Yeah actually. I’m surprised you’re old enough to remember.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. He definitely isn’t looking to make a light library request if he’s a werewolf whose purposely sought you out.

“I’m in my 20’s actually. I went to school with Derek.”

He hums, a sound that might actually be signifying a genuine moment of interest.

“You know what? I thought your name sounded familiar.” He points to you, a roguish smile stretches across sharp features. “You were the basketball team’s manager, weren’t you?”

You snort despite yourself.

Out of all the reasons he could have remembered you by - the most likely of which being that you were one of the scant few black student body that went to BHS - that it was for basketball was a pleasant enough surprise.

“Yeah, I was, actually - and since you’re not Derek I’m gonna guess you’re his uncle.”

“Yes well,” he makes a low sound and meets your eyes, “I am his uncle. Peter.” He holds out his hand.

You only have a second to eye it in contemplation before it becomes socially unacceptable, but he’s got a really intense stare and you’re already nervous about this whole thing, so you end up biting the bullet before you can really think your decision through.

Hastily, you accept his outstretched hand to shake and immediately he uses the connection to pull himself closer. It forces you to knock your head back a bit to keep looking him in the face, your own face heating up.

Peter chuckles. It’s smooth and feels just a little patronizing and makes your eyebrow raise.

Those alarm bells from earlier start kicking up a fuss, whirring through your bloodstream like a tsunami. You keep a tightly controlled lid on it, but just barely.

Even as a beta Peter Hale was dangerous.

“You gonna stare at me with those pretty eyes all day, or you gonna tell me what you need?”

The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile widens. His hand is still inhumanly warm against yours.

“Don’t knock yourself short, your eyes are pretty too.” He blinks down at you, eyes twinkling for a brief moment. “Like cognac diamonds.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Peter leans in even more, planting one of his hands next to yours on the table. Your breath speeds up as your bodies graze one another.

Casual as anything Peter leans down till your heads are level so he can whisper.

“Let’s cut the pretense, shall we, I know what you are.” Instantly you tense up again, eyes widening. Now his presence so close to you feels burning hot; nearly suffocating. Your palm is getting sweaty and your fingers are starting to creek at his tightening hold.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. His breath puffs warmth onto the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to sprout along your brown skin.

“I'm going to need to use those abilities of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You bite your lip harder after the poorly hidden shakiness in your voice meets your ears. The man - the wolf looming over you chuffs, voice going back to normal.

“Come on, Sweetheart. We both know that’s not true.” He straightens up then, his now free hand coming to press into his chest. “Let’s make this easier. I’m Peter Hale, big bad werewolf; and you’re Y/n L/n, prettiest banshee in Beacon Hills.”

“There’s other banshees in this town.”

He nods.

“Oh I know, but I’m not much into children and she wouldn’t be my type anyway. Now, you’re going to help me because teenage girls are brats.”

Your jaw works as you stare up at him. There’s not much you could even do in this situation other than go along or get your throat ripped out. You’d overheard some…things about Peter from your father the night he was admitted into the hospital that you’d rather not get a personal example of. Pack left hand, ruthless, it was good he wasn’t able to cause any more trouble.

“Fine,” you force out.

Eyes dropping, you glare daggers into the floor as he chuckles.

“Good choice.” He starts dragging you off towards one of the back rooms, “Now how advanced in your birthright are you? And who activated you?”

Your jaw clenches but you make yourself answer anyway.

“Since I graduated high school,” you glare at his back, “and not a who, a what.”

“Ah,” Peter nods and gestures for you to unlock the door. “The nemeton?”

Snatching your key ring from your pocket you shove the correct one into the hole and the second the key’s pulled back he’s knocking it open and shoving you in before him.

You stumble but quickly spin back around to keep your eyes on the werewolf.

“Yes,” you snap, “the nemeton was left defenseless and was just reacting to the only supernatural beings left, dormant or not.”

Peter locks and then leans against the door.

“Me and you,” he says, crossing his arms.

You hum an affirmative and go about shoving your rumpled clothes back into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Noted.”

He has the audacity to throw you yet another one of those roguish smiles before those angelite eyes flash a supernatural electric blue.

That thing deep within you that turns your eyes white and forces a wail from your throat when death’s near rumbles inside your chest in response. You glare at Peter, shoving it down.

“Just tell me what you want.”

He claps before pulling a brown ornate jar out from behind his back.

“I want you to tell me what memory is trapped in these,” he scowls, “the full memory.”

“No shit,” you grunt.

When you reach for the jar he puts it more out of reach and inclines his head to give you a reproachful look though. You roll your eyes, the one time a man shows some interest in you and it’s this guy.

“I get it. The full memory or you’ll rip my throat out with your teeth or whatever.”

He scoffs but hands you the jar. You start to untwist it.

“The whole throat teeth thing is much more my nephew's style. No, I like to use my claws. There’s zero need for blood in my mouth when it’s sticking to my clothes.”

You grimace. Damn v-neck wearing bastard. No stable person talked like that, he was crazy, and you say as much out loud.

“So you're crazy?”

He laughs, sounding a little startled, and you dump the five werewolf claws into your palm. Ooookay.

“I’ve got to say, I like you way more than the other banshee I know.”

You grunt.

“Martin’s daughter, right?”

“Just the one,” he drawls.

You nod vaguely while inspecting the claws, turning them over with the fingers of your free hand. They’ve got a distinct hum of magic around them still, a particular frequency.

“These are Talia’s,” you state.

“Oh you are on a roll today, Sweetheart,” his eyes run over your body appreciatively before jumping back to your face. His smirk only widens at the unimpressed look you’re giving him, “now just tell me what she took from me.”

You give him one last pinched look before closing your eyes and clamping your fist around the sharp points. You exhale and focus on the frequency.

Alphas. Head of their packs. Crimson eyes. Leaders. Wolves. Chosen protector of Beacon Hills, burned alive on its lands after years of successfully protecting it and the people within it.

Your eyes snap open. They’re white. White like snow or powdered sugar. Like your mother’s favorite blanket on the back of the couch or like the steam from the pot when you whip up some soup when you’re missing your grandma like hell. White like the froth from crashing waves, like the blur between the mother, the spirit, and the crone when they flash before mortals eyes. White like the void between life and death.

The blank image before you, as you see with different eyes, flashes into one of a black haired woman. Talia Hale. She’s standing beside a chair, a chair Peter’s sitting in. Another flash and a screaming woman is there, talking about a baby and Peter and how it’s taking her power goddamnit!

You gasp, eyes blinking back to the present and keel forward, dropping the claws to the floor in the process. You barely make out the tiny clinks of them hitting the vinyl, hands resting on bent knees as harsh breaths rush from your chest.

Peter’s suddenly there, the claws are no longer on the ground and the jar’s nowhere to be seen. He grabs your forearms and then hefts you upright, shaking you.

“What? What was it? What’d you see?”

You groan and try to shake him off but he doesn’t budge. His grip only gets tighter.

“Fuck you,” you gasp. “You’ve got a kid - a Coyote wer - somewhere here in Beacon.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll catch any typos later.

In retrospect it really is wild how little black people were in Teen Wolf. Like, off the top of my head there was only four, I think.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Peter hale x reader - safety

Sitting in the hospital bed you sighed to yourself as you turned your attention to the window on the other side.

Sunlight was beaming through the blinds, if you focused hard enough you could see it creating small rays of soft golden light across the room.

Shuffling a little bit, you groaned slightly as pain shot through your entire body, and you drew a sharp breath as you tried to push it all to the back of your mind.

You didn’t want to focus on the pain, you didn’t want to focus on the events of the previous day or how you ended up in the hospital you didn’t want to focus on anything.

Even if you wanted to focus, you weren’t sure that you could, everything seemed to be running through your mind a thousand miles a minute.

You turned your attention to the open door and watched as a few people walked by.

“Melissa…?” You called weakly.

You didn’t even know if she was nearby, but you were sure hoping she was because you couldn’t find your call button.

“Melissa…?” You called again.

Again there was no response and you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, and you slowly tried to stand up.

Your legs were weak, and you immediately collapsed to your knees, letting out a cry of pain as you hit the ground.

You hand went to your waist, holding it lightly as you took deep breaths, trying to work through the pain.

“Woah, hey, hey, you shouldn’t be out of bed. Come on.”

Melissa quickly and carefully helped you up and back into the bed, resting her hand on your shoulder as you heaved for breath.

“That’s it, just breathe, just breathe. I’m going to give you something for the pain.”

You groaned a little and nodded your head, you couldn’t feel Melissa giving you the medication but after a few minutes you could finally breathe through the pain.

It was still there, but it was nowhere near as bad as what it was.

“You can’t be walking around (Y/N), I’m sorry. After what happened you’re just lucky to be alive.” She sighed.

You didn’t say anything, you simply turned your head away and took a deep, shaky breath.

You knew she was right. You were lucky to be alive, incredibly lucky. But with the pain running through your veins, coursing through every ounce of your body you wished you hadn’t made it out.

Anything was better then what you were feeling right now.

“It hurts…” you whispered.

Melissa sighed, sitting in the edge of your bed as she looked at you.

“Do you want me to call someone? Scott? Derek?” She offered.

You knew why she offered to call those two, because they could help ease your pain. Scott was her son, she trusted him, and he was like a brother to you.

Derek would come without question, because he always did, and she knew you were close to the fired Alpha, you grew up with him, he was your best friend.

You simply shook your head though, you didn’t want either of them.

“Can I call anyone?” She asked softly.

“The one person I need… I don’t.. I don’t think he’ll come…”

“Who?” She pressed.

You slowly turned your head to her, taking another shaky breath as a jolt of pain shot right through you.

“Peter…”

Melissa nodded her head, and placed her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly as she gave you a small smile.

“I’ll ask Scott to try get him. But for now, you need to rest, I’ll give you some more morphine and something to help you sleep.”

“Thank you…”

Melissa gave you the medication before she left, and it didn’t take long for it to take control of your body, your pain vanished to nothing but a full ache, and you quickly fell asleep.

Melissa called Scott, asking him to try get ahold of Peter before hanging up and going to check up on you.

Even in your sleep you looked in pain.

A few hours passed and Melissa made sure to check up on you before her shift ended and she had to go home.

She made sure to tell your next nurse what to do.

“Is anyone coming?” The nurse.

Melissa looked at him.

“Hopefully. If he does his name his Peter, only him, Scott and Derek are allowed in that room. No other visitors.”

The nurse nodded and Melissa went home.

You woke up to a jolt of pain going through you, and you took a deep breath and groan, trying to move but your body felt frozen in place.

Melissa got home and turned to Scott who was sat waiting for her.

“Anything?”

“No, he didn’t answer our calls. But Derek texted him, is (Y/N) okay?”

“I’m not entirely sure.”

When you woke up, you were flooded with pain again, and you fought back the tears as you groaned trying to sit up.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally managed to get in a semi comfortable position and you reached a shaky hand out to grab your phone.

You had a few texts from Scott’s pack asking if you were okay and if they could see you, and a text from Derek saying he’d stop by in the afternoon to see you.

Sighing, you set your phone back down and placed your hand gently over your injury, other hand fumbling with the call button to get whoever was on shift.

“It’s good to see you’re awake.” The nurse smiled, “I came earlier but you were fast asleep. Do you need anything?”

“It hurts…” you mumbled out.

He nodded his head and gave you something for it, giving you a check up while he was there before leaving.

You fell back asleep not long after, but you woke up to the sound of someone opening the door.

Slowly turning your head, you stared at the person who had just entered the room, and tears started filling your eyes.

“Peter…”

He walked over and placed his hand on the side of your face, gently running his thumb along your cheek.

“Who did this?” He asked lowly.

You shook your head a little.

“He didn’t.. he didn’t mean it…”

“Who?” He asked again.

“Peter don’t hurt him… please…”

Peter looked into your eyes and he sighed, wiping a stray tear that had slipped down your cheek and leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You brought a hand up to place on his arm and you closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know if you would come…”

Peter chuckled softly.

“I made a promise (Y/N). I took an oath and I’m sticking to it till the very end.”

He walked around the bed and carefully climbed in, taking your hand in his he took some of your pain and then guided your head to rest on his shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath looking up at him.

“I told you I’d be here forever…” Peter whispered.

You nodded your head and closed your eyes, and he held you as you fell asleep once again.

Peter ran a hand up and down your arm, resting his head atop of yours as he listened to the sound of your breathing.

Peter laced his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up he softly kissed the back of your knuckles and sighed, holding your hand close to his heart.

He didn’t need to focus to see the bruises and scratches.

He was furious.

Not only with the young werewolf that did this to you, but with himself for not being there to protect you. You asked him to come, you asked him again and again, but he was so focused on finding out who stole his money he forgot about everything that was going.

Sure, Liam didn’t mean it, he panicked thinking you were one of the people trying to kill him and the pack, but that didn’t mean anything to Peter.

He wanted to find the kid and tear him apart.

Looking down at you, the way your brow furrowed a little and shuffled, letting out a small noise of discomfort as you moved again.

Peter took some more of your pain, kissing your head as a small smile spread across your lips as you relaxed again.

Peter sighed, groaning a little as he realised he over done it a little bit, but he didn’t care.

“You’ll be okay…” he whispered.

Holding you close, he closed his eyes and rested his head on yours as he drifted into a light sleep.

You woke up not long after he fell asleep, and you didn’t move, you didn’t want to wake Peter up, and you rested your head on his chest.

You focused on the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

You were in pain, but being with Peter made it a little more manageable. It made it easier to forgot the nightmare that was a few nights ago, and you felt safer.

You were scared of Liam, and even though you knew them you were scared of Derek and Scott too, even though you knew they wouldn’t hurt you there was no shaking that fear.

But Peter?

He was your comfort.

He was your safety.

And you knew even if the whole world was crashing, even if he was offered all the power and all the money in the world he would never lay a hand on you

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

My Little Tech Wiz 🛠 | Peter Hale Headcanon

Link to my Teen Wolf Masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

This going slightly off of canon because I’m erasing the fact Peter teamed up with Kate in S4. Basically imagine he forgone those plans because he realized you were worth more than petty vengence.

Being Stiles’ genius cousin who likes to invent gadgets and is romantically involved with Peter would look like:

Picture this: you’re Stiles’s older cousin and like he is an excellent detective, you are a genius inventor. Ever since you could pick things up with your hands you’ve been drawn to creating new things. Play-do, Legos, craft materials. That’s all you wanted to play with as a child because you could build and create different things from them. As you got older you had a keen for math and physics to the point where teachers were telling your parents to have you IQ tested. When you eventually did do the test, it came back you were a literal genius. Shortly after your parents built you a workshop in the storage shed they never used—you basically lived in your backyard because you were there every moment of free time you had. Only downside is your parents forbid you from putting a bed, kitchenette, and installing a bathroom—because then you would actually move out there.

While Beacon Hills was your home, you couldn’t say no to the opportunity of a lifetime when MIT offered you a full ride to their program. Double majoring in Physics & Mechanical Engineering, you graduated MIT at 21 years old, and went on to complete your Master’s and PhD just after you’re 25th birthday. The next six years you stayed on the east coast dedicated to scientific research and creating your own inventions while also teaching at MIT.

Quickly you became known in the field—considering you developed an Artificial intelligence robot named Pluto as part of your dissertation who operated on its own and looked like a real-life version of WALL-E. He was your little buddy and helped you in the workshop and office. “Y—Y/n…” “Yes you’re right—there’s something missing in the equation.”

What brought you back to Beacon Hills was a frantic call from Stiles’ father, your uncle, Noah. Though you & Stiles had quite the age gap between you—roughly fifteen years—he was always looked up to you and was fascinated by your inventions. He was only a small child when you left for college, but when his family would visit yours he was like your little shadow. Always asking questions and wanting to help you. So when Noah calls in evident distress saying Stiles was admitted to the Eichen House and he may have FTD you were on the first plane out to California. When you arrived Noah brought you back to the house and briefly explained to you the situation—leaving out the tiny fact it was possibly a dark fox spirit possessing the teenager.

You were pretty oblivious to a lot of weird things in Beacon Hills, however, you always had that deep intuition that something was going on. As long as it didn’t directly affect you, you tended to turn a blind eye to stuff that looked odd or didn’t have a clear explanation for why it happened. So when Stiles was void and interacted with you there was nothing that made you assume it wasn’t him. You literally went about your conversations with him like it was any other day. It wasn’t until you witnessed the Nogitsune split from Stiles in Scott’s living room that you audibly yelled, “What the fuck?!” Which had everyone, especially Stiles, shitting themselves because 1: most of them had no idea you were there, 2: most didn’t know who you were, and 3: you just saw something you shouldn’t have and they couldn’t lie about it.

That was where you first met Peter. In the middle of Scott’s living room as he held down Stiles, who was covered head-to-toe in gauze, on the couch. With your jaw dropped and staring wide eyed like you just witnessed the second coming of Jesus. You couldn’t even appreciate the hunk openly checking you out because you were too flabbergasted with what had happened. “I knew this town had weird shit going on—b-but my cousin throwing up himself was not what I had in mind!” Melissa was quick to usher everyone out while Stiles—the real one—and Scott did their best to explain in less than two minutes before they had to haul ass to find Lydia and Void Stiles.

When everything calms down and seems to be going back to normal, you end up deciding to move back to Beacon Hills. You’re research was independent so there was no need to stay at MIT for funding—plus you made enough throughout the year by doing seminars and being a field expert that you could make do with setting up shop back home and focus on your inventions. Purchasing your own two-story loft penthouse, the first floor was the actual living space whereas the entire second floor was your workshop. Stiles loved visiting you, and whenever he needed to hide something from his dad you were the first person he went to.

One day you were working on your newest project, mask on and blowtorch in hand, when the pack (plus Peter) walked in. All of them were pretty much in awe of your workshop—in disbelief by the holograms and robots around them. Little Pluto scurried past them on a mission to retrieve a part you needed, everyone minus Stiles watching in wonder. Their arrival surprised you, a audible yelp leaving your mouth when Stiles came up behind you—only for him to yelp as well when you nearly took his face off with the blowtorch. “Hey! Hey! Watch it!” “You know better than to sneak up on me like that Stiles! You remember what happened to Uncle Larry when he did?” The pack stated their business, which was the Deadpool situation and wanted to know if you could potentially trace the location given your system was very advanced.

After telling them it may take a while with the little information they currently had (and they were going to be late for class since it was their lunch hour they had used to come see you) everyone except Peter and Derek left with the two Hale’s saying they’d wait in case something were to pop up. It gave Peter the perfect excuse to try and talk to you—-and if we’re being honest it was likely for malicious intents in the beginning. Mostly it was to see what benefits you’d bring him by befriending you and how your creations could be used against the pack.

So yeah, Peter didn’t have the best intentions when he first started talking to you, but that disappeared within the first day of knowing you. It started when he felt a tug on his plant leg, glancing down to see Pluto gazing up at him. “Peteeeer.” “Uhhh—.” “He’s asking if you’d like something to drink.” “Him? You…you can understand him?” “Of course I can. He’s my child.” That sparked a conversation lasting several hours to the point he forget why he was even there in the first place. Also he couldn’t help but find it attractive when you corrected him after he addressed you as Mr./Ms. Stilinksi in a playful manner and you went, “Uh it’s Doctor to you, buddy.”

When y’all officially started dating the pack was not happy about it—especially your uncle and Stiles. The rest of the pack had taken a liking to you rather quickly and they knew how Peter was, so you can imagine they were worried. “He has literally murdered people, Y/n. Not by accident—premeditated murder.” “Did they deserve it?” “I-Uh I guess—in his eyes yes. Some of it was because they started something with him.” “Then I don’t see the issue then—.” “Are you serious?!”

As an official member of the pack, you design and create gadgets, weapons, and tools for them. For example, you’re the one who created Kira’s retractable Katana belt. She was in absolute awe when you unveiled it to her, “This is so cool!” “And wanna know the best part? It can get through metal detectors.” After discovering Parrish’s nature, you made it your mission to make a special custom uniform made out of a very rare and expensive fire retardant fabric you created. “This way you’re not burning off all your clothes every time you catch fire.”

Peter loved watching you work. And he could listen to you talk about mechanics and physics for hours. He had a special seat that was close to you but not in your way and would watch in admiration as you rushed to map out equations and blueprints. Expect him to bring you a Red Bull, coffee, lunch and even dinner on days your extra busy. That usually was when you had a deadline to meet, so Peter was also a voice of reason by telling you take breaks, stay hydrated and get plenty of sleep. “You’re going to burn yourself out, sweetheart. And if you do that then mistakes happen.” “I know but I’m so close to finishing this—.” “And tomorrow is the perfect time to get that done. So let’s sit, eat, put on a movie and then sleep the night away.”

Oh y’all’s first kiss happened when you were rambling. It was either you confessing your feelings to him or going off about how your work’s been stressing you out when Peter cuts you off mid sentence by pressing his mouth to yours. He’d been waiting what felt like forever to kiss you, and you were just so adorable in your rambling he couldn’t help himself. And boy does he love kissing you—he can’t get enough of it. Only thing is Pluto will tug on y’all’s pant leg to interrupt when he needs your attention on something. And the little robot is just too cute even Peter can’t get upset at him.

If you get hurt due to a malfunction Peter is there to take your pain even if its small or rush you to the emergency room if its bad. “Peter, we could’ve handled this at home.” “You nearly severed your finger off, Y/n…..” There is always a sense of worry in Peter when you’re working on something big. After an accident that caused a mini explosion in your workshop when he wasn’t there has left Peter stressing that he’s gonna walk into your place on fire. He’s not the only one in his worries, Stiles and your uncle end up forming a ‘civilized relationship’ with the beta when it comes to making sure you’re in one piece.

Eventually the werewolf learns to communicate with your robots. Really Pluto is the one he understands the best—and the little guy is his favorite of the bunch. “Peeeeteer.” “I thought you said roses were their favorite?” “Peterrrr.” “Oh well then, sorry for misunderstanding. But roses and daisies are two different types—I thought you were supposed to be the most intelligent thing on the planet?” “Peter!” “I’m sorry, that was out of line.”

Malia really likes you. Even after her and Stiles break up you two remain close. In fact she comes to you for advice often—not just about boy or pack troubles but also about her relationship with Peter. It pleases her to know he’s genuine in his affections towards you, considering love and caring nature is not a side any of them ever see. Only you get to see that side of him, but on rare occasions when Malia is present she’s witnessed the soft side of her father. Like when assists you on holding a part while you screw it in place or take a tissue to wipe the food on the corner of your mouth. “He was never like that before he met you. From what Stiles and Scott have said, he was practically a menace to society.” “Oh I can assure you he still is…just a lovable one when I’m nearby.” “Stop talking about me. I’m literally right here.”

Peter is very protective of you. He’s the type of boyfriend who’s like, “who did this to you?” Or “touch them, you die.” This is pretty much how the pack realized he was serious about his feelings for you because when Theo targeted you as a way to hurt the pack, Peter about ripped him to shreds until Scott pulled him away. “You got lucky,” he spits at the boy, “there won’t be a next time. Touch them again—no you so much as breathe in their direction and I will rip your throat out with my teeth.” That night ended with the man snuggling against you on your bed, promising to never let anything bad happen to you.

“You might be the big bad wolf, but you’ve got a heart in you, Peter Hale.” “Don’t be fooled, my little tech wiz. That heart is reserved only for you.”

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[ki-irke]

Ground Zero

Prologue: Fresh blood

"Damn it, Bianca, you can't just leave Mystic Falls!" Klaus shouted, making me stop on the stairs leading to the floor where my room was. A sly smile appeared on my face as I turned to my friend.

"A bet, Klaus?"

Don't bet with me.

"How's it going, Klaus? Any pee break or no?" I asked, taking my eyes off the road for a split second to look at my grumpy friend, who was scrolling through social media. Klaus forbade me from going, even though after so many years (sometimes I forgot how many) I deserved a vacation. Wasn't it true?

"At least check where we are," I said, seeing that houses began to appear around. My new home, here I come!

 "Ten miles from some town called Beacon Hills," Klaus replied, taking a swig from his coffee mug. Then he winced as he put the cup back in its holder. "Gross"

"And yet you're still drinking it," I laughed.  “We'll stop at the nearest station and wait until morning. I'm getting tired"  I explained, and the man nodded. I continued to drive, when Klaus suddenly shifted in his seat, glancing intently in the side mirror.

"I think we'll might have to stop a little further" I furrowed my brows and looked in the mirror. I caught a glimpse of the driver of the car behind us in the mirror and smiled sly at him.

"Klaus, turn the music up"  The man did what I asked for and fastened his seatbelts. "This is going to be fun" I said, suddenly hitting the gas. The car following us was also speeding up.

"Any idea?" Klaus asked.

"Hunters. They're going after me for a few weeks. I changed gears and looked in the mirror.

"Automatic transmission is easier, you know?"

"Manual funnier," I said, shifting gears again. Seeing that the car was still following us, I frowned.

"God, I can't have one day off?" I asked, annoyed, and suddenly turned left.

"What's the plan?"

"We're stopping at Beacon Hills. Find some house on sale" he raised his eyebrows, but he didn't comment on it, he just started looking for a house to buy.  Money has never been a problem for me.  I had loads of them and liked to spend them.

"They're still coming after us?" I asked, focusing on the rough and dark road.

I could see well in the dark, but I preferred to be careful.

"Yupp, they are" he smiled slowly, slowly realizing what I mean. He stretched his arms out in front of him, stretching after a long trip. Wish I could do the same.

I noticed, that the road is closing, so I slowed down and swerved hard, making us face the car that was still following us.

Klaus quickly got out of the car, stretching his body and getting ready for a fight. I stayed in the car, carefully watching the car stop in front of my friend. I noticed something in the woods, like a pair of eyes. I ignored it, though. Seeing the second car, I got out of my car. Several people got out of the cars.  There weren't many, maybe five or six.

"Hungry?" asked Klaus, turning his head back to smile at you. You chuckled, showing him your fangs.

The man turned around, as hunters attacked him. They only paid attention to Klaus, which made me yawn and move closer to one of them. I tapped his shoulder twice, and when he turned around, I punched his nose. He tried to punch me back, but his eyes were filled with tears.

I quickly grabbed his hand that was outstretched towards me, and with no hesitation, threw him over my shoulder. As I leaned over to knock him unconscious, another man pulled me back and punched me in the nose.

My head snapped back and my whole body followed, causing me to fall over and roll a few meters. I groaned, feeling tears in my eyes making it difficult to see.

My other senses, luckily, still worked, and I sensed the man approaching me. 

He grabbed my right leg, lifting it up, and when he did, I bounced off the other which, thanks to my grace, allowed me to jump on his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed hard, choking him.

When he finally lost consciousness, he fell forward, allowing me to stand calmly on my feet. I ran my tongue over my teeth, feeling hunger grow stronger through the smell of blood, but there was still one man left. I turned around, facing the last man back, as he fought with Klaus. I came up from behind and hit his temple, which made him lose consciousness quickly as he fell down. I looked at my friend and frowned, seeing as his mouth was already stained by blood.

"And here I was thinking, that you would wait for me with dinner" I sighed, shaking my head, as I moved to one man. I didn't know who it was, all that mattered was the beautiful smell of his blood. He must have had a good diet because his smell was the most inviting. I bend down extending my fangs again, and I quickly showed my fangs into his vein. His blood tasted amazing and fresh.

"Now, now, we talk about not getting used to fresh blood again" Klaus said, pulling me back. I turned around to him, rolling my eyes. He laughed as he came a little closer, gently wiping the blood from around my mouth.

"And now you look decent" he stood up again, giving me his hand to help me up. I accepted the help and when I got up we walked to my car together. Klaus got in, but I felt the need to look around the forest.

I was almost sure that I locked eyes with someone or something, but I shrugged it off and got into the car. I noticed that the sun was slowly rising, so I started the engine and drove away, heading for Beacon Hills, where I had been gone for a long time.

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[justonemoregayboy]

Creating a harem with the straight men of Beacon Hills chapter One

pairing: Liam Dunbar x male! oc. SMUT HAHA

Clarifications: this fanfic of my man oc is not from male reader, my oc is an Incubus, I have the idea that the Incubus possess magic so there will be magic in this fanfic, this story is obscene so read at your own risk, all the men of teen wolf will have their sexual moment, this is the first part so expect many more.

word count: 4380

requests are open🖤

English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy reading

Monday in the morning. The beginning of the long course of the week. For most of the young people it meant the beginning of a long week full of classes, homework and school responsibility. But it wasn't the same for Austin, his situation was different from most.

After leaving Beacon Hills for more than a year (to learn to control and use his new powers at all) he urgently needed to be back here in the town that saw him grow up surrounded by his pack, of course he knew that members of the pack The community of the town were supernatural beings, quite the opposite of them not knowing that he is an incubus and would prefer that he continue like this for a longer time.

Breaking out of his thoughts he saw in the distance the pair of boys he was looking for not far from where he was. They were walking up the stairs so he quickened his pace to reach them, apparently both boys were too focused on their own conversation that they didn't notice the boy behind them.

´´And we hugged the rest of the night´´ mentioned the pale boy as he nervously played with his hands.

´´That sounds good´´ answered the Latin boy, both boys would have continued with their conversation if it were not for the fact that their vision was interrupted by a pair of hands that were positioned over their eyes.

At that moment a third voice was introduced into the conversation ´´Hey guys it's been a while´´ the words were purred in the ears of both in a playful way causing them both to give a little cry and jump at the same time due to the recent unexpected stimulus.

They both turned towards the owner of the voice expecting to see a man's face, on the contrary their range of vision gave direct to the largest pair of pectorals they had ever seen inside a person's black shirt so they had to raise their gazes to meet the boy's face. At first glance it was the face of a young white-skinned man with dark eyes and hair of the same color. The two stood paralyzed looking questioningly at the subject for almost a minute analyzing almost everything, the eyes of the pair of friends crossed and their expressions showed confusion wondering who this guy was and why he had scared them like this out of the blue.

´´Mmm ok are you going to say something or are you just going to look at me as if I were a complete stranger´´ Austin looked at both of them expecting a positive response from him, instead his faces looked more confused than before. ´´Wait, do you really not recognize me? Come on guys I was only gone for a year, there's no way they forgot about my existence so quickly.

Both heads began to roll their screws at almost the same time as mentioned above. ´´Wait a minute, Scott don´t tell me that he is DON´T-TELL ME THAT YOU ARE!!´´ exclaimed the pale boy almost shouting as he turned his head to see between Scott and the almost two meter tall boy who they had in front of them. For his part, Scott proceeded to use his enhanced werewolf sense of smell to confirm his suspicions, at that very moment the characteristic scent of his old friend entered through his nostrils, clearing any doubt about the boy's identity. Present.

"A-Austin?" asked the young alpha coming out of his recent astonishment. Austin responded to the question with an effusive nod to the boys, earning a strong and charged hug from Scott and a more surprised look from Stiles, the boy's mouth seemed to get bigger with each passing second that seemed funny to Austin at the moment . ´´Old good heavens you look so different, the last time we saw you you were a little shorter than us but look at you now you are as tall or even a little more than Derek himself´´. Every word that came out of Scott's mouth sounded full of wonder and longing as he continued to hug his friend.

For his part, Stiles was still trying to process what was happening, he didn't understand how a short, skinny boy who didn't seem capable of carrying his own weight now looked like a giant reinforced wall made of pure muscle. He was snapped out of his amazement when he was pulled into a hug with the rest of his friends.

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Austin had chatted with his two friends for a moment as they walked to his classroom, during the walk he was bombarded by hundreds of questions from both of them, most if not all of them focused on the drastic change in his appearance to what he he could only answer that it was because he had undergone a demanding exercise program and also part of puberty, clearly he couldn't tell them that it was because his Incubus nature had come to light in that period of time resulting in that surprising change, they were informed of everything that had happened in their absence from the bad news of Allison's death to the fact that Derek Hale was currently the same age as them, that was surprising.

To Austin's discontent, he was not allowed to continue his conversation with the boys because they did not share the first class together that day and he had realized it just when they arrived at the classroom, so he had to leave leaving the boys in the class history having the one to go to math class.

Crossing the corridors he noticed that he was not the only one who was arriving to class, in the direction he was going one of the sexiest boys he had seen so far appeared at his sight, the closer he got he noticed that the boy seemed lost, maybe he could do his good deed for the day by helping him with the problem that he was sure was just for that and not because his incubus side was demanding that he feed on the boy's sexual energy.

´´Hello, excuse me, do you have a problem?´´. He said as he shook his hand in front of the boy he was holding and looked with a confused expression at what looked like his class schedule, at that moment he was looked at by the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he had ever seen as well as he could feel his hole He began to self-lubricate eager for sexual action, he pushed those thoughts away for the time being the boy looked too innocent to try to get that from him. "My names Austin and I'm sorry but I couldn't help but notice you look a little lost." If he was only going to help him as a good person, although it was getting more and more difficult having the blonde so close, it was easier to fall into temptation since his masculine scent was within his reach, which gave off both the parts of his body in sight and the ones that weren't visible, the defined shape of his biceps that showed that the boy took care of his physique, the broad shoulders covered by that simple shirt that could be torn off without much effort, his marked Adam's apple that if you looked further down you could see the start of his collarbone that looked delicious to look at, he couldn't forget about the jackpot either… even though the boy was a bit shorter than Scott compared to his height the difference was quite a bit even so he could notice the indisputable bulge on the Between the boy's legs, it was clear that his cock was not erect at that moment, but for the eyes of an incubus, clothes were not an impediment to seeing humans as they were with or without clothes, and the blond boy had a good look stay even if he was in a resting state.

The boy looked up from the timetable, startled and a little amazed at the stature of the man addressing him. ''H-hello I'm Liam, eh yes, it's a shame that it's so obvious''. Austin found Liam's nervousness adorable, because of this he started planning how to get rid of that confused smirk on his mouth by looking for a flirtatious one instead, but the big blue eyes could stay.

He got as close as he could to him placing his hands as close to his as he checked Liam's schedule, as soon as he located what he was looking for he got to work. ´´Don't worry Liam, when I was also new to these corridors it was confusing at first but you'll see how you get used to it in a short time, but I can help you for now, I'll tell you the easiest way to get to your class´´. He took advantage of the situation to place one of his hands on Liam's shoulder while he explained the way, at the same time his powers began to work the moment he touched the boy, his hands began to send waves that were undetectable to anyone but his kind as he continued to give directions, he could feel Liam's body heat increasing, especially between his legs. ´´´Woah Liam are you ok? Your face is a bit red. The fact of being next to the boy in this state that he is in made him feel full in more ways than one.

´´Ha and-I don't know, I feel a little strange´´. Liam felt that his body was boiling in a good way but he could feel it more in his cock that was starting to wake up, for some reason his most basic reproductive instinct was starting to activate causing his brain to look for the closest female to leave his offspring causing her eyes to focus on Austin. He knew that the other was a man not a woman as his brain associated and apart from that his common sense told him that he shouldn't feel so turned on by being so close to the other boy since Liam is Straight he had never felt love attraction for a guy. man and much less in a sexual way, but his reasoning was losing the battle against his sexual desire, he was beginning to imagine how Austin's big bulging chest would feel, how those pretty lips would feel and most importantly how tight that ass would be taller guy's fat if it was around his fat milky cock.

The next thing that happened was confusing for Liam from one moment to another step from receiving instructions from Austin to lifting the other's shirt and sticking his mouth to his nipple while with his other hand he played with the right nipple of that big tit that he could easily surpass in size if compared to any of the girls he had been with before.

´´Mmm wow cute puppy you´re just a hungry baby´´. Austin moaned in pleasure as he felt the shorter man's mammary actions on his breasts, he was filling himself with too much pleasure even though they were still in the foreplay but the fact that he was seducing a straight man made the satisfaction level rise to a notch higher level. It took all of her willpower to stop Liam temporarily, not that the idea of ​​her ass being stuffed by this man in the hallway at school wasn't tempting but she didn't feel like having to explain herself right now. in case someone discovered them acting like a pair of animals in the act of reproduction. ´´Wait Liam´´ Liam's sad and confused look at being interrupted from this pleasure almost took away his sexual appetite because of how cute the boy looked… but only almost. "Let's continue this in a more private place daddy." Thanks to that last word Liam got a great boost sucking with all his strength the nipple he had in his mouth proceeding to pull it with his lips as hard as possible and then let it go causing the sound of plop and a groan from Austin.

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Liam was leaning against the wall inside the janitor's room while words like ´´fuck´´ ´´shit´´ ´´more´´ ´´please´´ came out of her mouth. For his part, Austin had his face glued to the large bulge that had formed in Liam's jeans, the Incubus was sniffing and licking the visible outline of the big fat cock of the male that he had at his desire, when he decided that enough of punishing Liam was enough. He reached out to unzip those damn pants that kept him from his prize but when his fingers reached the zipper he stopped and looked at Liam. ´´Tell me what you want Liam´´. Those words seemed enough for Liam to conflict on the one hand he felt his fat cock so swollen and in need of love it required all the attention in the world but a small part of him knew this wasn't normal he was still straight it wasn't right that he was acting like a schoolgirl giving her virginity to the popular boy in school let alone this boy who was almost twice his size who seemed so willing to help him release all the pressure from his hot heavy cock.

Seeing no other option she swallowed his pride. ´´I-I need you to please suck my heavy cock Austin I need it so much, more than anything in my whole life´´. Liam said feeling the weight leave his shoulders and he was able to breathe better but he felt a sudden attack of shame wanting to cover his face for the vomit of sincerity he just released but leaving it just as an idea since Austin had ordered him to lean on the wall and stay still, he felt that he should obey the orders that came out of the mouth of this boy he had met less than an hour ago, a boy who was about to take all his cock who was looking at him with that pair of eyes that they made him feel safe, that pair of eyes that for a millisecond he could swear had glowed a vivid pink replacing the black but the change was so brief that his mind instantly dismissed it as a hallucination of the heat of the moment he was going through .

Austin without further ado proceeded to remove Liam's pants along with his underwear as fast as he could, at that moment a fat cock from the force exerted emerged bouncing in front of Austin's surprised face, seeing it through the clothes was one thing but having it face to face with nothing to work as a barrier was another story, right now I could appreciate it in detail, noticing everything about it, the main thing was the shape and size from the trunk to the tip, it seemed that that cock had been made by hand starting with the base that is covered by a thick layer of pubic hair of a slightly darker blonde color than the hair on the head of its owner, the beginning of that cock was normal but it was getting thicker as it followed the route of the middle of the trunk to the big dark red head that was glistening from the pre-seminal fluid that was starting to seep out of its opening, that big fat uncut cock that was a different tan color. Leaving in an attractive way in view of the rest of its owner's complexion, in addition to having a large path of highlighted veins that demonstrated its power, apart from the fact that it was an indomitable 12-inch beast that had a pair of balls that were almost the size of Austin's hand… right now he thanked any higher being that he was an Incubus capable of withstanding this delicious challenge instead of a mortal who would no doubt have to sell his soul in order to handle half of this monster.

He was sure of one thing he was going to give Liam Dunbar the best sex of his young life.

"Oh, you are so big!" Austin said, watching with delight as he stroked Liam's cock in his hand and felt it shake all hot and sweaty and hard. For his part Liam was a mess of moans and occasional tremors due to stimulation. The boy was freaking out, he was in a situation that he never expected in his life, a man is jerking off his cock and he was getting the most sexual pleasure he had experienced to this day.

The Incubus took the head of his cock between his lips and began to suck. Austin had prepared a lot for this moment. Ultimately, all the training he had during that long year of his departure would be worthless if he couldn't show her a good time and give he pleasure like he had never felt before from her first straight man, and Austin wouldn't let that happen. . Now he had this sexy boy's cock in his mouth and it was time for him to show her that there was no woman in comparison who could take better care of her than he could.

Austin licked and sucked on the tip for a while before sliding his lips lower and beginning to suck, and once he started sucking on it he didn't back down he wanted him to see how eager he was to suck his cock, and in he opinion the best way to show he happiness at being on her knees in front of him was for he to fully commit. He didn't just shake his head at him; he threw himself to the ground and leaned back so hard that he risked aching his neck with the aggressiveness with which he shook his head. However, Austin knew it would be a temporary pain since one of the benefits of being a sex demon was quick recovery from any exertion.

His sloppy blowjob was leaving the poor boy wanting more. The relentless lowering of his head that saw him take it almost to the bottom of his throat each time made Austin's handsome face drip with his own saliva, and he didn't care one bit. He thrust past any gag reflex any human could possibly possess but that was no problem for him as far as he knew if he put his mind to it he could take up to five cocks in his mouth at once if that was the case. His pleasure was all that mattered, and he only had to look at him to realize that Liam was already his property. He still looked shocked, but now it was for a very different reason.

However, he still wouldn't be satisfied. He was going to exploit every advantage he had to satisfy Liam, and one area he was sure he beat Liam's exes and just about any woman around was the size of his boobs. He took his mouth off his cock for a moment so he could pull her shirt over his head in less than six seconds. Liam's eyes immediately fell on the large breasts he had previously tasted and squeezed with an irresistible need to hold back, and Austin smiled. He was used (since his sudden physical change) to men (and some women) ogling at his chest, but he almost felt as if he had been given such a large pair of breasts specifically to please to any straight man. Certainly Liam seemed to enjoy looking at them enough.

He continued to watch as he bounced his breasts playfully up and down as both boobs were making the boy drool, but he didn't give her much time to gawk at his bare breasts. His breasts weren't just for show, and he'd taken them out for a reason. If Liam had been impressed with his blowjob, he was going to be absolutely amazed at what came next.

He pushed his massive breasts together around his giant cock, trapping it between his tits before beginning to slide them up and down and give him a proper handjob. There was already plenty of lubrication provided by the messy blowjob he'd been giving her, so he had no trouble building a good rhythm that had him moaning quickly. He didn't say it, but he was thinking to himself that this was an act some previous girlfriend of Liam's couldn't perform for him. No one wouldn't be able to do it like that anyway. Very few women could compete with the size of Austin's breasts, be it from the best porn actress of the moment or just in general, and he was exploiting that fact.

Liam moaned deeply in appreciation of his titjob, and Austin had a feeling he wouldn't need to hold on much longer for him to come. The thought of him shooting he cum onto he breasts was incredibly arousing for him, and it was something he wanted very much.

Austin has to stop himself from laughing at the wide-eyed look of surprise on his face as he speeds up the handjob with his massive tits, giving him pleasures he thought weren't there before as he leans back and moans. So soft…so warm…and so wet, thanks to how much he drooled and spit all over his chest. And he continues to do so, his tongue sticking out and providing a steady stream of saliva to lubricate his tits as he begins to move them up and down.

He was doing a very good job, Liam's head fell back and moans came freely from his lips as Austin continued to use his huge breasts to masturbate him. Even though he wasn't looking at him at the moment, Austin made sure to keep his tongue off of him, not because of the saliva, his breasts were already quite wet. No, he was doing it because when he made his Liam come, he wanted to give her a nice target to blast with the load bubbling out of his balls. The fact that he wanted to taste it as much as he could was a given at this point.

An evil idea occurred to him at that moment. One almost as delicious as the presaminal liquid he had been lucky enough to taste before.

“Are you going to cum daddy? Are you going to cum on my slutty face and my tits? Paint your little white slut with your big fat load- AH!

Austin was interrupted when Liam suddenly came, the first stream of cum exploding from the tip of him and hitting him right in the eye. He closes it immediately, just in time for more to fall on the lid, sealing it with hot cum.

The first impulse was far from the last. Austin doing his best to make him come as hard and as hard as he could. Ignoring the burning in his arms as he continued to move her heavy breasts up and down. Ignoring his own desire to swallow the cum that lands in his mouth, in favor of keeping he mouth open and waiting, making sure to keep his face as attractive a target for his facial as he can.

Thread after thread very hot lands on his features. His mouth, cheeks, nose, eyes and even his hair were covered in cum, making it impossible for Austin to open his eyes, his face almost unrecognizable under the mask of cum. Thick drops fell from his face onto the tops of his tits, adding to the wetness that already coated them.

Liam limply begins to slide down the wall until he drops to the ground, gasping for breath as his mind tries to catch up with everything that had happened. One second he's looking for the right way to his classroom, the next a strange man is sucking he dick like his life depended on it.

And now his face was unrecognizable beneath the mess he had…burst upon him.

He could feel his softening cock contracting as he looked at his cum-covered features, his swollen, freshly-fucked lips. All topped off by the enthusiastic smile all over he face, making no move to wipe it off, as he remains on he knees, giving him a good look at the mess he had made of him. And making sure he saw how much Austin loved what he had done to him.

Liam was silent, stunned silent, while Austin rose all the semen he had on him began to go as if it had a life of its own towards the interior of the boy's mouth, when there was no more trace of semen in Austin he began to get his shirt. This barely seemed to be able to contain the boy's breasts that seemed to have increased a little more in size highlighting the nipples through the shirt.

“We'll see each other again soon darling, when I'm hungry again. At any moment…” Using his fingers to cup Liam's chin bringing his lips to the boy's still on the ground, it started as a slow kiss to turn into a heated battle of tongues each seeking to dominate the other by doing in the process of Liam tasting the remains of his cum from Austin's mouth. After a few minutes the incubus separated from Liam leaving the boy wanting more. ´´Don't be greedy puppy we will have more fun later, now you better go to class and put on your pants I don't want anyone else to see what belongs to me´´. The incubus placed a quick kiss on the tip of Liam's tired cock causing a groan from him, before greeting him with his fingers and a mischievous smile on his lips.

He walks back out of the janitor's closet, a bit of his own natural lube running down his thighs and sweat on his face, the happiest person in school.

After watching Austin leave, there was only one thing Liam knew. He was definitely going to need to have sex with Austin again.

Jeez… "Ah…fuck…yeah…just like that…that was just…wow…"

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Fake Boyfriend

Not Requested.

Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: When Y/N's sister comes to town expecting to meet Y/N's boyfriend, Peter somehow manages to get involved.

(GIF’s not mine)

Peter and I were talking about the recent pack meeting and he was helping me with tracking down some building plans to help with the current situation we were going through when suddenly my sister walked in.

"Y/N. Hi." She smiles walking towards the two of us. "Hi, you're early." I smile, shocked. "I couldn't wait much longer to meet your boyfriend." She smiles and looks Peter up and down. "Well actually..." I begin. "Hi I'm Peter, Y/N's boyfriend." He smiles and I look at him in disbelief. "I'm Y/S/N." She smiles back. "We'll meet you outside we need to get something first." I tell her. "Okay." She nods and heads out. "Y/N why does your sister think you have a boyfriend?" Peter looks at me. "She just assumed and every time I tried to tell her I didn't she cut me off." I sigh. "Oh." He nods. "Why did you say you were my boyfriend?" I laugh. "Couldn't let her come all this way to find out your boyfriend doesn't exist." He smirks. "Well thank you but I'll have to go tell her anyway we're supposed to be going for dinner." I tell him. "Why don't I come?" He asks. "You'd do that?" I ask. "Of course I would. If it gives me a chance to tease you I'll take that opportunity." He smirks. "Of course there would be a twist." I roll my eyes walking out. "Is your boyfriend not coming?" She asks. "No we're meeting him later." I smile. ~ "It's been so nice meeting you." My sister smiles as the three of us head out of the restaurant. "It's been lovely meeting you too. Y/N talks so highly of you." Peter lies. Not that I wouldn't talk highly of her I just haven't mentioned her to the pack. "That's so sweet." She smiles. "I'll meet you in the car." I tell my sister and she nods walking off to the car. "You know you're not a bad girlfriend." He smirks. "You're not a bad fake boyfriend." I smirk back at him. "The best you could ask for." He smirks and leans in pulling me into a kiss. "What was that for?" I ask as we both pull apart. "Need to make it believable." He smiles and I lean in kissing him once more. "Thank you Peter I appreciate you doing this for me." I smile. "Anytime Y/N." He smiles walking to his car.  "He's cute and I seen you two sneak a couple of kisses." My sister laughs as I get in the car. "Yeah he is cute." I smile to myself.

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[zaceouiswriting]

Art of Seduction: Peter Hale

Character: Peter Hale x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, a bit kinky

Coming back to a small city, that had so many memories for me like Beacon Hills, was a strange thing. In the last few years, since finishing school, I hadn’t thought about it much. But how much I actually would be happy about returning, I could’ve never imagined.

To be honest I did not hope for much. I just had to care for my sick father, while also somehow finishing my studies. Most of the time I was in my childhood home. That was until two years later, I finally finished my master's and immediately got a job as a researcher.

Even though I couldn’t leave my father, the people were really gracious, and even helped me build a research lab perfectly for my studies near my home, so my father would never be alone. Of course, things weren’t easy that way, but this project was worth it. 

It was not long after I started my research, that I just needed to leave my home for one day, asking one of my neighbors to look after my father for that day, to just go into town.

The day was nice, the sun shinned down giving the mostly modest temperatures a good boost. I was sitting in a Cafe, reading a book I was interested in for a while. As a man approached me. A bit older than I normally liked, but way too handsome for his own good.

We talked for hours, he was charming, a gentleman, and funny. With the grumpy way he looked, I almost thought this conversation would go horrible.

Weeks passed and we got closer. So close, that I got to know his younger nephew, and that was where all problems started.

„Derek?“, I asked the man, my date wanted me to meet. Peter was confused, that I knew his nephew already. „I thought you moved away.“ Derek was different than I knew him. Of course, after a tragic life just like his, it was understandable.

„I did, but my father became sick and I had to come back. And now I’m working from home. I thought you would never come back, as you said to me, that night.“

Not long after I said this, I could feel how the hand around my wrist became stronger. Looking over at Peter, clear jealousy was visible on his handsome face.

Softly I laid my hand on his, „Derek was my best friend back in school. You know when you were a creep and always came onto school grounds to hang out with him?“

Never in my life would I have thought that his face could actually become red. He always seemed so over everyone and everything. But I found it cute, even though something told me, that he was not only embarrassed but also angry. So I just decided to let it go and talk further with Derek.

Days after the meeting, I haven’t heard anything from Peter, he did not pick up any of my calls or messaged me back. It was quite out of character for him. Especially the way he had spammed me before.

Going over to his house, was fruitful but also borderline scary. He had opened the door and even let me in. And everything in the house was clean from the smallest crack to the entire ceiling. It even looked, like he had polished every bit of glass he could find.

„What I s going on?“

„Go back to lover boy. After you called me out I remembered how you looked at him, with these disgusting puppy eyes, wanting all of Derek’s intention…“

Before he could say too much bullshit, I just kissed him. Something we hadn’t done before. To be fair, we had done nothing prior to this. He never seemed really ready for it.

But Derek told me a lot about him and what he went through since his family died and he actually was in the basement as well. This means that it was a miracle that he wasn’t completely burned and still alive.

„I don’t want Derek. I never wanted, I might have been a bit infatuated with him, but nothing else.“ His face was in-between my hands, while I told that to him.

His eyes widened as he realized that he fucked up. Even trying to get me to stroke his cheeks. Almost like a hurt dog. Instead of that, I pulled him into a tight hug. His hands were almost immediately short above my behind.

„Are you showing me around, or what?“, I asked a while later. A bit embarrassed he looked away, but grabbed me by my hand and showed me everything. Because he seemed to have cleaned the last days, it was in pristine condition. „And what about your bedroom? You know I will need to know where it is, when I come by more often, from now on.“

With a rising blush on his cheeks, he brought me finally to the place where I wanted to be from the beginning. Not a second later after we came into the room, I pushed him onto his bed. Immediately getting in between his legs, hands already over his groin, „What?“ He was able to ask before I began to open his pants.

„Either you can ask questions, or I can suck your cock, and maybe if I like what I see I even let you fuck me.“

He was utterly stunned at my words. I was reserved rarely using any ‘bad‘ words always pleasant. That must have been quite the shock for him indeed.

But he did not say another word, nor did he try to move me away, which I took as my sign to do something about his doubts. Opening his pants and grabbing his already massive hard member, I was more than happy to see what he was hiding. I hoped it was big enough to fuck me stupid with.

Licking it slightly, he already shamelessly moaned like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob in his life. But I also could feel his restlessness and decided to do what I could. Taking him into my throat. It took exactly five seconds, for him to cum like a fountain down my throat, as I massaged his member with it.

Coughing I came back off of it, as he was finished. „Haven’t had fun in a while?“, I asked him cheekily. But he just looked away, ashamed.

I even had to double take, „Wait, you are a virgin?“, I asked him in absolute disbelieve. He said nothing, just looked away.

With both my hands on his knees, I slowly came up again, standing in front of him. Panicked eyes, searched for me, fearing that I would abandon him, after learning of this. But instead, I was undressing myself, right in front of his eyes.

Which lustfully followed my every move. „Are you just laying there, or are you undressing yourself? Or do I need to do this too?“ It did take a moment before he realized what I had in mind. With the agility of a teenager, he had already shredded his shirt off of his body, but was too slow, to do the same to his pants, before I straddled his upper body.

„I will ride myself open with your dick and when I signal to you, that everything is fine, I want you to fuck me as you want, okay? Don’t worry, you can even wolf out on me, you can’t hurt me.“

Again he just stared at me stunned, not because I was entering his dick, into my tight hole but because of the words, I had spoken to him. Normal people just do not know when someone is a werewolf.

But thankfully, he had not enough time to think about it, as his head already was pushing into me, pleasuring us both.

I was not sure, when it happened, directly after I was sitting completely on his dick, or a couple of moments later, but as soon as I gave him the signal, he got me off his dick, stood up with me, but threw me back down, pushing my head into his cushions and fucked the everliving daylight out of me.

He was ramming me, biting, even piecing my flesh with his claws. But every damage he does, vanished immediately after he pulled the bodily weapons he used out.

That was the point after which I don’t remember anything anymore, just vividly had the picture of him, holding me against a wall right beside a tall mirror. Calling me names, and even asked me to call him a special title. Which I refused even with my clouded mind.

It was now the day after, I lay sore in his bed, as he had brought breakfast to me. Apologizing for him handling me so hard. But I assured him, that this was nothing. And he could’ve gone even worse. Which I thought he would do, considering he is a psychopath. 

Again his taken aback face, which grew old really fast. „Derek talks a lot and almost has nothing nice to say about you these days. But I don’t mind. At least life would not be boring with you.“ I smiled at him, before and after giving him a big kiss.

His shocked stare changed into a warm look of adoration. „But if you asked me, to call you ‚Daddy‘, I swear to all the gods, that I will rip off your cock, make a fake that is exactly like it and fuck me with that and you just able to watch because you wouldn’t have anything to do it yourself!“

„I’m obviously not the only psychopath here.“ He smiled back at me, his hands already back on my ass, massaging my hole again. „Shut up and fuck me again, old man.“

„You are on it, little brat!“, he jokingly said, just to ram himself back into me, where he belonged.

Love takes strange ways, but at least, he was good in bed, with a cock for days.

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[themultifandomgal]

Peter Hale- The Secrets Out

I walk into the Hales loft. Derek is reading while Isaac is stood at the table, I've clearly walked in in the middle a conversation

"Hi boys" I say putting my bag down and taking a seat next to Derek

"I still don't like him" Isaac says

"Who?"

"Peter"

"Nobody likes him" Derek says with no emotion. The door to the loft opens and there stands Peter looking so good might I add

"Boys FYI, coming back from the dead has left me somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works so I hope your comfortable saying whatever it is your feeling straight to my face" Peter walks up to us

"We don't like you" Derek shuts the book he was reading then slams the book on the table before standing up "now shut up and help us"

"Fair enough, but babe when were you going to tell me you didn't like me?" Peter smirks at me

"Babe?" Derek looks at me with a look as if to say 'explain'

"Errr, oh look at the time I have to go errrm walk my dog" I get up quickly

"You don't have a dog, well unless your counting Peter" Isaac mumbles

"Ok that make no sense, you just called yourself a dog as well, but yes ok Peter and I are dating. We have been since Lydia and I helped him come back from the dead"

"I don't like this" Derek sighs

"It's fine, he's better now right?" I look up to Peter

"Exactly, and I guess she's the first person I haven't wanted to murder"

"Oh how romantic" Isaac sarcastically comments

"Just don't ruin her, or hurt her"

"I won't" Peter smiles at me then leans down to kiss my lips

"Ok fine whatever but I don't want to see that" Issac covers his eyes making me giggle while leaning into Peters chest.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Rekindled Dawn

Nothing more than a relaxed morning with your fiancé Peter Hale - 0.8k

Warnings - extreme fluff, brief mention of The Hale fire, engagement

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There was something so tranquil about watching you be peaceful in your slumber, the once alpha felt content whilst he laid in the large bed tightly beside you. Your legs were entangled with his own, the heat his body radiated keeping you warm beneath the egyptian cotton of which laid over you from below your toes to the top of your relaxed shoulder.

This was it; all he had ever wanted. Peter Hale was finally in control of his own life, and not by rash and violent means, but rather instead the best things in his life were conducted by his own happiness.

You knew all that the man had done in his past, and unlike others it hadn’t scared you away, you were still very much by his side, with your head resting upon his broad and bare chest, at peace whilst you slept. He had asked you to marry him, a few nights prior, and the large diamond on your engagement finger reminded him of your answer.

He was internally shocked that you had agreed to be his fiancé, although he hadn’t let it show as his troublesome reaction would no doubt ruin his usual cocky and arrogant demeanour. But he was far more than glad, he was ecstatic and over the full moon when it came to the bouts that he saw in his future with you.

It was difficult even with his smooth and enhanced abilities to not awaken you whence he slipped out from the bed, though he felt relief when he saw your eyes were still closed and he heard your heart beat remaining steady as you experienced an otherworldly reality that you viewed from beneath your tightly shut lids.

Peter adjourned his path to the small yet homely kitchen in the apartment that he had long ago convinced you to move into with him, grasping a pan to place upon the top of the oven before he made way to the fridge and grasped multiple items that you both could devour together when he was done cooking.

It was one thing of many that people did not know of Peter, he loved cooking, especially for you. It was the only time he felt comfortable sparking a fire within his own home, after having lost most of his family in the infamous Hale fire. But this, it was harmless and thoughtful and therapeutic knowing that it was one way of many that he wished to take care of you.

He fired up the ingredients in the pan, slicking it with a spat of olive oil to temper up the marination of store bought products, humming softly to himself as he became lost in the task at hand. All of his attention was focused on brewing a breakfast that was fit for his queen, that was until his ears attuned to the gentle rustle of sheets.

Then there was soft foot falls from the bed to the hall, until they finally landed behind him, a soothing palm running down the back of his shirt, warming a smile onto his face. “Good morning my beautiful lady.” He allowed the heat to consume the food on its own as he turned to face you, cradling your gracefully warm face within his rough and work weathered hands.

“Morning to you my big bad wolf.” You joked at him, falling into his chest that was a never ending abyss of safety and comfort. He pressed a fine and firm kiss onto your hairline, inhaling the honey like scent of your shampoo, before collapsing his lips atop of yours, not needing to take a breath as you were all the fresh air that he needed.

“Are you ready for breakfast my Mrs Hale?” He enquired lovingly, pulling back to see the revelling nod you gave to him which made a chuckle burst from deep within his chest. “And you’re already answering to my last name.” He teased you, pulling heat to form in your face from your normal reaction.

“Well it is to be our last name, Mr Hale.” He pressed another kiss upon your plush lips before continuing with preparing the food, turning the strips of protein and fat over to roast on its other side before slipping it from pan to plate. Ghostly steam lightly trailed over the solid meal, before he dragged both you and the tray of coffees and food to the small yet cosy dining table, pulling your seat out for you before he took the opposing seat for himself.

“I love you Y/N Hale.” He spoke before cutting into his bacon with a knife and fork, enjoying every moment of normalcy that he shared with you. If he hadn’t been born with wolfish instincts, then maybe he could have had all of this with you much sooner. But he wouldn’t change a thing.

Everything was perfect as you looked at him without an ounce of hatred in your Y/E/C eyes, there was no fear, no resistance, he lulled his mind in your chemo signals and for once in his life only felt a ray of nothing but love.

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Changes Pt.3

Word Count: 1,458

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Kate Argent, Allison Argent (brief), Scott McCall (brief)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Platonic!Reader; Peter Hale x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, death

A/N: holy shit i dont remember the last time I wrote like this oml

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Your vision was blurry, head pounding as you scrunched your eyes, making out someone standing in front of you, shining a light in your eyes.

Your hands were tied above your head, your arms were pinned to something cool and metal.

You fully opened your eyes, seeing Kate in front of you as you jumped slightly.

“Good of you to join us,” she said softly.

You tugged on your chains, your heart rate jumping as you looked around, seeing Derek chained up next to you.

It had been only two days since you last spoke to him, you weren't looking forward to seeing him.

You turned away from him, looking back at Kate, breathing heavily.

You didn't know what to say.

“You know they’re human, they don’t know anything!” Derek yelled.

“(Y/N) was your best friend, were they not? They’ve lived in Beacon Hills forever, known you forever. They know who the alpha is. One of you is going to speak,” you felt a shock throughout your body as you let out a small cry, while Derek tensed.

“You can save them by just telling me who the alpha is,” Kate teased.

You looked at Derek, who opened his mouth to speak before you shook your head no, stopping him.

“Wrong decision,” she shook her head.

You flinched as she neared you, letting out a shaky breath before she froze.

You heard a door opening before she smiled softly.

“I’ll be back,” she walked away from you as you let out a deep breath.

“I-I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” you heard Derek's voice as you avoided looking at him.

“I promise you, you’ll be okay.”

The door opened once more, and this time you saw Kate and another girl walking into the room, the other girl looked frightened and confused, looking at Kate for answers.

“Just watch and learn, Allison.”

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There were slight tears in your eyes while you sat, tied down on the chair. You stared blankly at the ground, trying to avoid Derek’s words.

He wouldn't stop talking whenever he had the chance. You even wanted Kate to come back, she was the only one who could get him to shut up.

“I’m going to make everything up to you, I promise,” you wiped your eyes, before tensing as you heard the door open, Derek going silent.

“Scott is the other Beta, isn’t he? It’s not Jackson,” you clenched your jaw.

How did she know?

Kate walked around the two of you, circling back to you.

“He is, isn't he?” you let out a shaky breath as she stood behind you, holding a knife to your collarbone.

You stayed silent before she pressed onto your neck while you shut your eyes tightly.

You're okay

You’re okay

It’s okay

“Stop!” Derek yelled.

“Yes, he is. Now stop,” Derek said.

That idiot

She released her grip on you, while you exhaled shakily.

“So happy you decided to cooperate,” you didn’t need to see her face to imagine her smirk.

It’s haunted you since you first met her.

You and Derek got in a fight about her. You could never forget that it was less than a week later when the Hale House caught fire.

“Why did you tell her?!” you exclaimed, waiting for Kate to leave.

“What do you mean-”

“You sold out Scott? He’s a child!” you yelled.

“She was hurting you, (Y/N). She already guessed most of it,” Derek said softly.

“I was fine,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N), you need to know I’m really sorry-”

“I heard you the first time, I heard you the last time,” you muttered.

“So then tell me what I can do to make this up to you,” Derek replied.

“You can finally leave me alone,” you spat.

You saw Derek tense slightly from the corner of your eye before you turned to look at him.

“When we get out of here, I want you to just leave me alone. Forever.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please,” your eyes watered slightly.

“O-Okay, I promise,” he nodded softly.

You turned back, putting your hand on your wound before you winced.

Shit

You saw the blood on your fingers, closing your eyes.

It’ll be okay

It’ll be okay

---

You zoned in and out of consciousness, you made out a figure of a man standing in front of you, he put his hand on a dial.

You knew it was hooked up to Derek, you knew it would shock him.

You didn't have enough energy to call out.

What just happened?

Your ears were ringing as the man fell unconscious. Scott stood in front of you, rushing to Derek.

We’re saved

You could feel blood dripping from your wounds while Scott helped Derek take off his chains.

Their speech was muffled as Derek ran to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“(Y/N)? H-Hey, can you hear me? (Y/N)?” he took the chains off of you as your body shook.

He wrapped his arms around you, helping you up.

You groaned softly as he took a deep breath.

“You’re in a lot of pain,” he said.

“Let's get out of here.”

You tried to keep your eyes open, everything was moving too fast for you to keep up.

The three of you were outside, you could feel the cold air on your skin.

“Something’s wrong,” you said softly.

Derek paused, before shaking his head.

“Get down!” you groaned as he pushed you down, before you gasped, seeing an arrow fly into his stomach.

“Derek,” you cried out.

You tried to crawl towards him, before feeling someone pull you back.

“Kate,” you gasped softly.

“You know, I never got to thank you,” she lifted you harshly.

“Keeping me out of the police’s radar,” she said softly.

“Let go of me,” you tried to push her away as she shook her head.

“You got my friends arrested, they’re still rotting away in a jail cell,” her grip on your arm tightened as you tried to pull away from her.

“You burned their family,” you clenched your jaw.

She pressed on your wounds as you winced, scrunching your eyes shut in pain.

You cried out in pain softly before you heard the sound of her gun cocking.

“No-” you felt the bullet go through your leg as you collapsed onto the floor.

She tried to hold you, before getting pushed aside.

Peter?

You saw the alpha grab Kate, running into the Hale House.

Everything was moving too fast for you to keep up, your head was spinning, hey everything moved slowly. You saw a bright light as you scrunched your eyes, seeing Peter’s face flash in front of you.

You remembered seeing the same look on him after the fire, his entire body was scorched.

“Derek-” your voice broke as you tried to pull yourself to Peter, seeing Derek’s claws in the air.

“Don’t-” your voice was barely above a whisper as sharp tears filled your eyes, watching Peter’s body collapse on the floor.

No

He can't be

You pulled yourself to Peter’s body, pulling him into your arms.

More and more tears fell from your face, his body was limp, there was no heartbeat.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, sobbing quietly.

—

“I got you some water,” your face was turned away from Derek’s, you kept your eyes on the wall beside you.

“How do you feel?” you couldn't bring yourself to yell at him, you were tired.

“Have you taken your meds yet? They’re right here,” he placed a smaller cup next to the cup of water.

“I’m the alpha now,” flashes of Peter’s body came to your mind as you closed your eyes, wincing as a tear slipped down.

“I didn't mean to upset you-”

“Please just leave,” your voice broke slightly.

“(Y/N), I need to… all these things-” 

“Just leave, Derek. Please.” 

There was a moment of silence as you wiped your tears away.

“I’m not leaving you again, I’m sorry,” you shook his head.

You let out a shaky breath, wiping your face before slowly laying back in the hospital bed.

You wanted it all to drift away, you wish you could forget all about the events from the past weeks. You wanted to forget about the Hales completely, forget about meeting Derek, forget about Peter dying, but you knew you couldn't. At the end of the day, you would be dead without them, if you still lived at home.

This isn't fair

You closed your eyes, letting a tear slip down. You couldn't sleep, but you couldn't stand to see Derek any longer. You unshelled deeply, burying yourself under the blanket while Derek took a seat next to your bed, watching over you.

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

PETER HALE | THE ALPHA (teen wolf)

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“Depend Again” (Peter Hale x Gn!Reader)

| You’ve been fighting The Alpha on and off for days now, but what do you do when his actions suddenly start to make sense?

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, canon typical action - platonic!reader/precursor to romance

| 900+ words

“The more we fight each other-” Peter grunts, moving out of the way of your next downward strike. “The more I think you’d make a dashing addition to my side.”

You growl, eyes flaring electric blue, making the skin around it appear almost purple as you rush him.

“I’ll pass.”

Peter faints, you stumble, and he hits your side. The specific place he hit makes your knees buckle and forces you to retreat. Despite the fact that you just about fell on your ass trying to stay at a safe distance from him and all that alpha strength, you also take note of the fact that the hit didn’t do anything worse.

You weren’t light enough for the bruise to immediately show but you could definitely feel the soreness. That’s all it was though.

Before she’d died you had seen your Alpha topple the biggest of alphas to their knees with hardly a shove. Wolves like Ennis didn’t cower from your matriarch like they did Alpha Hale, but they did take care not to cross her.

She’d said it meant a lot for an Alpha to not immediately eliminate an obstacle in their path, that’s why she didn’t give anyone who tested her a pass, but you don’t feel very grateful being given a pass right now.

Peter Hale was notorious when the Hale Pack was strong. Left hands always tended to be when you actually knew how pack politics worked. They were infamous in a sense.

Dirty work and trickery fell to them often and considering your older cousin had been your pack's left hand and you were her trainee you knew very well just how conniving Peter Hale was.

That’s why the way that he’s yet to reveal his claws is more worrying than it is reassuring.

Peter was toying with you.

Your breathing falls harshly as Peter honest to god stands back to let you gather yourself.

Frustration bubbles up your spine. You glower at him as he leans back against one of the bigger trees around you and crosses his arms.

“You know what I think, sweetheart?”

“I don’t care.”

He ignores you, not pausing at your interruption. Not even bothering to reprimand you. You scowl.

“I think we’d make a good team,” he sighs. “If only you stopped following my idiot nephew on his righteous path to destruction. There is no righteousness in all of this, there’s just sloppy jobs and martyrs coming back from the dead.”

You chuckle, “Nice speech. But why would I ever consider working with you?”

“Your eyes are blue aren’t they? Or was that a trick of the light that I saw earlier,” he pushes off of the trunk and saunters closer to where you're recovering on the leafy floor. “You’re an omega without a pack. Sooner or later someone’s going to send an Argent, or two, to get rid of the loose end you represent.”

Peter crouches down in front of you and all you can do is give a halfhearted growl. He smiles. Out of all the ways you would have reacted to that, the sense of relief that fills you wasn’t considered.

“You’re too weak to take on any hunter past amateur without an alpha and considering the waste of a beta I made with Scott I still need another pack member.”

He reaches out to curl his hand around the back of your neck and nearly instantly you go lax. Your eyes flutter up to him in panic but all he does is let out a low rumble.

The familiarity hurts.

“I need a good beta if I want to be stable enough to kill the people who took my pack from me. The people who took your pack from you.” His grip gets harder to ignore as he urges you upwards to look him in the eye. “Be my beta and we'll avenge our families together.”

Your body might have relaxed in his hold but your eyes still obviously show the whirlwind of your thoughts.

On one hand you want nothing more than to tear apart every single mother skunt that turned your whole pack, the only part of your family you had left, into smoke and dust.

But on the other, the measly pack bonds you’d managed to form with Derek were urging you not to leave him. Even if he was keeping you from doing what you really wanted.

“You’re killing innocent people,” you try.

Peter scoffs, thumb rubbing circles into your skin as he speaks.

“I assure you every person I killed had something to do with my family’s needless massacre. I’m not a serial killer, Y/n.”

You chew on the inside of your lip.

“What if you get caught? What happens to me if I have to go through another alpha bond snapping?”

“You won’t have to. Not if we’re together.”

You look him in the eyes. Derek will be furious, after everything he’d lose you too. Stiles would probably never look at you the same and you’d only just started getting along. And Scott- well you couldn’t give a shit about what Scott thought, but still. He was a part of the equation, you’d essentially be replacing him after helping him learn some control over his shift. This decision would screw the tentative balance you’d finally managed without your pack, but-

“Okay…Alpha.”

Peter smirks, flashing his eyes at you.

“Good choice, Beta.”

NOTES: Well, I was gone for like a whole month but this was in my drafts so….🤷🏾‍♀️

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Peter Hale x reader - as long as I’m not alone

Bolting up in bed, sweat poured down your forehead, your heart raced in your chest, and your breathing was ragged and you frantically searched the room for anything.

You found nothing out of place, and you slowly drew a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you tossed the cover from off you.

Setting your feet on the cold floor, you slowly stood up and shaky legs and left your bedroom, making your way down the stairs of the loft and over to the couch where Derek was sat reading.

“Again?”

You simply nodded and he sighed, reaching out he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you sat down, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I really am. But we had no other choice, you know that.”

You simply nodded, because it was true and you knew that.

Derek had no choice when he killed Peter in front of you, for years you visited Peter, watching him just a shell of himself, then to find out he was the alpha killed people?

It hurt like hell, and then you lost him for the second time, this time for good, right in front of you.

“I can’t… I can’t stay here…” you whispered.

“I know, it’s why I packed your bags in your car when you went to bed…”

You nodded and he sighed heavily.

“Will you at least stay here tonight?”

You nodded, and Derek stayed up the whole night with you, watching crappy TV, and comforting you the best he could but he couldn’t do much.

Derek knew you understood why he did what he did, but he also knew that somewhere deep down part of you resented him for what he did, and he understood why.

When morning came, the gentle rays of sunshine hitting the window, you went upstairs to change and came back downstairs ti find Derek holding your keys.

“I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you Derek, honestly. I’ve put the loft in your name, it’s yours now, okay?”

“Thank you.”

He walked out to you car, and you paused, turning back around to face his sad smile.

“I know you blame me (Y/N), and I understand.”

Reaching out, you gently hugged Derek, letting him rest his chin on your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, your closed your eyes for a second.

“I don’t blame you Derek, okay? You did what you had to do… it’s just.. I can’t… my whole life I’ve known you both…”

“I know… I know…”

You pulled away, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you took a deep breath, smiling at him.

“You’ll come back, right?”

“I’m time, yes.” You nodded.

He nodded and watched sadly as you climbed into your car, he stood there, giving a small wave as you drive away.

He knew instantly where you were going first, you wouldn’t leave town without saying a proper goodbye to him.

You drove to the hale house, and slowly walked in, placing some white roses your brought along the way down on the floorboards.

Sitting on the dusty floor, you, placed your hand against the wood boards, fighting back the emotions that were trying to break free.

“I’m loosing my mind, this pain in my chest.. it.. it won’t go away Peter… it won’t leave…”

You let out a few tears, fiddling with the stems of one of the roses you had placed down.

“I can’t shake the nightmares… you were the only one who could calm me down… I need you here by my side…”

You sighed to yourself.

“Tell that you’re here now… tell me you have one more trick up your sleeve… just tell… just tell me fucking anything so I’m not alone!” You sobbed.

You waited, looking around, praying to every single deity you could think off that you were going to get some sort of reply.

That Peter was just going to jump out of the shadows and show that it was all just a plan he had.

But you got no reply and you buried your face in your knees as you sat crying for what you assumed was at least an hour.

When you were finally all cried out you looked down at the floor and leant down, resting your head against it.

“I need you Peter…”

With that, you got up and made your way out over to your car and drove away without bothering to look back.

You felt numb, even as you drove to your rental apartment in a whole new city, everything just felt so numb.

Empty.

You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you had enough money that Derek had given you. He said it belonged to Peter, and he wanted you to have it so you could get away from everything.

You kept in contact with Derek, calling him when he had the time to call, FaceTiming him when you couldn’t sleep and he came to visit a few times.

The months slowly slipped by, and you were finally processing everything that had happened back at Beacon Hills.

Sitting by a small lake, you were watching as the sunrise gently bounced along the small ripples of waves.

“Seriously (Y/N), you’ve been sat there all night, you must be freezing, go back to your apartment.”

Looking down at your phone, you shook your head a little bit.

“I’m fine, it’s pretty safe here actually, it’s just outside the city, practically had to fight my way through bushes to get here.”

Derek chuckled softly, shaking his head as he sat up from the couch and grabbed his phone as he started to walk around.

“I’ve got to go, pack meeting in five minutes, can I call you after?”

“Sure, but my phone might die. Tell everyone I said hi and that I’m okay.”

“I will, talk to you soon. And go home.”

You hung up and sighed, resting your chin on your knees as you carried on staring out at the water.

“He’s right you know, it’s cold.”

You screamed, jumping up you grabbed the gun from your boot and pointed it at the man approaching.

Your hands were shaking wildly, but even so, you knew you could land a solid shot, and so did he, which is way he stopped walking and raised his hands, giving you a small grin.

“You wouldn’t really shoot me, would you?” He teased a little bit.

You trembled, shaking your head a little bit.

“You.. you’re not… you’re not real… I just.. I just haven’t slept for so long I’m hallucinating…”

“Oh darling, I can assure you I am very much real. I can prove it if you’d really like. Just lower the gun, wolfsbane bullets have quite a nasty sting to them.”

You shook your head, keeping the gun aimed at him.

“You’re not him… you’re not Peter…”

“I am Peter, just lower the gun sweetheart.”

Peter slowly crept forward, and when you made no attempt to shoot him he took it as a good sign and carried on walking until he was right in front of you.

The barrel of your gun was pressed to his heart, but he stayed right there.

You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath.

“You’re not real… go away…”

“Look at me…” he whispered.

You didn’t reply, and he sighed, reaching up he placed his hand over the hand that was holding your gun.

His touch felt so real, so warm.

“I’m here…”

You shook your head, refusing to open your eyes.

“(Y/N), look at me. Just open your eyes okay? Open them and you’ll see I’m real, I’m here right in front of you, okay?”

You refused ti say anything back to him.

Peter slowly lowered your hand, taking the gun from your fingers he slowly lowered it to the floor and set it down before he stood back up.

Peter raised his hands to gently cradle your cheeks between them, running his thumbs along your skin.

“Say something…”

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Tell me that you love me, tell me that you hate me, scream, yell, cry, swear, curse, threat, anything. Just tell me anything so I know I’m not alone.”

You still hadn’t opened your eyes, and Peter sighed, kissing your forehead.

“I made a promise to you the day we got married (Y/N), I was never going to leave you, and I would always find my way back to you. And I did, it took a while but I found you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, gazing into Peter’s sad, soft eyes and you reached up, slowly pulling his hands away from his face.

You held his hands for a few seconds before you finally raised your hand, slapping him harshly across the face.

He yelped, jumping back as he cradled his cheek.

“Okay, I deserved that, I know I did. I swear I was going to find you darling, I looked everywhere for you, and Derek wouldn’t tell me anything. I found you because I realised he transferred you my money, and I followed your transactions all the way to the city. You live water, and this is the only lake nearby. I waited day after day for you.”

You shook your head at him, letting the tears fall free as you stared up at the werewolf.

“Peter I watched you die… I watched Derek slash your throat, and I held you as you took your dying breath…”

“I know… I’m sorry, truly. I never wished for you to witness anything like that. I wasn’t me, I wasn’t in the right state of mind.”

“Are you now…?”

You watched as Peter looked away, and you sighed heavily.

“Maybe not, maybe I never will be, but I don’t care about all that. I need you to know that I’m never going to leave you, even if you hate me, even if you want me gone, I’m not going.”

You turned away from him, going back to staring at the water.

You heard Peter walk closer, and he dropped his jacket over your shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stood watching the water with you.

He watched to reach out, just hold you and never let go, but he knew better.

He had to wait for you to approach him, for you to process everything and finally tell him whatever it is you wanted.

If you wanted him to walk over flaming hot coals barefoot, if you wanted him to walk through hell, to eat mistletoe, sit in a field of wolfsbane, he would do it if you asked him to.

He needed you.

He needed you by his side, you were his sanity.

He couldn’t loose you, he couldn’t leave you, you were everything to him

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