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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd, Lydia_Martin, Jackson
      Whittemore, Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Danny_Mahealani,
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, mentions_of_Claudia_Stilinski, Alan
      Deaton
  Additional Tags:
      Magic!Stiles, Soulmates, Fluff_and_Angst, explicit_for_later_chapters,
      Hurt_Sheriff_Stilinski, Witches, stiles_is_a_hero, Panic_Attacks, A_lot
      of_feels, Humor, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Smut, First_Time, Anal_Sex,
      Fuck_Or_Die, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Soulmates
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-12 Completed: 2013-10-31 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 14374
****** A Terrible Love ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily
Summary
     'The Witches are trying to convince Stiles to do something, what is
     it?'
     “Your father isn't the Witch” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes like
     it was such an obscure idea. “Your mother ,however, Claudia was.
     Sometimes it takes certain circumstances for a witches power to be
     shown, it blooms from strong emotions. Such as wanting to save your
     father. You healed him, and now that your power has been awakened,
     the spirits want you. They are your connection to the earth.” The
     wolf was in awe of Stiles, Derek looked confused and angry, whereas
     everyone else was trying to get their head around Peter knowing so
     much about Witches.
Notes
     I watched The Vampire Diaries spin off The Orginials and it may have
     sort of inspired me.
     PLEASE tell me what you think
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
This couldn’t be happening, this shouldn’t be happening.
 
Fuck.
 
It's ironic , really. That his father was in hospital because of a bullet when
he had just found out about the supernatural, fucking perfect.
 
He couldn’t breathe. The air wasn’t going to his lungs, it wasn’t even going
through his throat it just got stuck in his mouth and got breathed out again.
Shallow breathes. His head was feeling heavy compared to the rest of his body
and he felt like he was spinning.
 
No one knew what to do, Scott had never dealt with Stiles when he had a panic
attack , someone else who knew what to do ,such as his mother, was always
there. This was a first.
 
But Peter knew how to deal with it, believe it or not he use to have panic
attacks (but that’s a story for later). The older wolf pushed past Scott who
growled at him, he knelt in front of the panicking boy, grasping his hands
caressing them.
 
“Stiles , repeat this in you head. Stop. Everything is fine, I am fine.” Peter
cooed, reassuringly, breathing slowly so the boy knew he himself wasn’t
panicking. “You are not alone, now count your breathes and try to get it to a
low number, copy me” He placed the Stiles' hand on his heart and the boy could
feel the radiating heat from the wolf, Stiles closed his eyes and began copying
the rise and fall of Peter's chest.
 
Derek furrowed his eye brows at his Uncle (because that's how the caveman
talks) , he never knew Peter knew how to deal with something this hard to
pinpoint what to do. And yet the boy had calmed down, the tears had stopped
falling, his body had loosened and his heart wasn’t going at a thousand miles
per minute. He thought maybe he was seeing things but when Peter let go of the
human's wrist there was a bruise, not finger shaped, but like a heart. It
looked almost like a birthmark, yet in the flash that he saw it. It was gone.
The boy had hidden it with his hoodie sleeve,taking his best friend's hand to
help him stand up on his feet. He fell straight into Scott's chest, his legs
wobbly and unable to support him, he took a seat on the sofa unable to look
Peter in the eyes.
 
It was different that the psycho zombie wolf helped someone, in such close
contact.
 
Peter was acting like nothing happened, he took a seat at the breakfast bar he
had installed in Derek's apartment(along with the rest of the kitchen) and
starting messing about of his laptop, ignoring everyone else in the room.
 
It wasn’t till later that the man actually acknowledge Stiles again, when the
boy had returned from the hospital, he was staying at Derek's apartment with
the rest of the pack to bond and make sure Stiles was okay. Everyone else was
asleep,Scott on Isaac and Allison, Erica snuggled up to Boyd, Cora in her own
bed upstairs, Derek had a book on his chest and Lydia had gone home 'not
wanting to stay in this filth' her words.
 
“How is your father?” Peter asked quietly briefly taking his eyes off of the
laptop.
 
“Have you moved at all today? He is good, out of surgery, he didn’t lose that
much blood, apparently it was a miracle they were inside looking for the bleed
they found after they removed the bullet and it healed up. Strange but I’m
tired so good night...oh and thank you” Stiles half smiled, he looked
exhausted. Peter returned the smile before he went back to his research. The
boy left him too it and made himself comfortable on a space on the reclining
sofa.
 
Stiles awoke in the middle of the night in a cold sweat , objects were floating
in the kitchen and he had a nose bleed, his jumped in shock and the objects
crashed to the ground, Peter was still awake, he couldn’t take his eyes off the
boy. He passed Stiles some tissue for his nose, before he knelt in front of
him.
 
“What were you dreaming of?” Peter questioned , titling his head.
 
“It was some sort of underground cave, there was markings on the walls like
holy fuck I couldn’t understand them.... there were three women there. They
didn’t have eyes. They wanted me to find them.” Stiles mumbled still breathing
heavily, unable to sit still. What did he do? What was wrong with him?
 
“Has this ever happened before?” Stiles shook his head. “Maybe it's your
spark.”
 
“Can some one explain what that crash was?” Derek snapped, god he was moody if
you woke him up. Isaac was sat up from his sleeping place on the mattress that
was on the floor, intrigued and worried for Stiles having listened to the whole
conversation. Scott was still dead asleep and Allison was grasping her hunting
knife tightly.
 
“I think our little Stiles here , is a modern day Willow” Peter snickered.
 
“What? I'm not a Witch!” Stiles choked, looking at the zombie wolf like he had
grown an extra head.
 
“When a Witch dies, the power of that witch goes to the next in line
successor.” Peter explained , standing up and walking towards the bookcase,
grabbing a book straight away like he had memorised it.
 
“My dad isn't dead” Stiles snapped , ready to kill Peter all over again.
 
“Your father isn't the Witch” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes like it was
such an obscure idea. “Your mother ,however, Claudia was. Sometimes it takes
certain circumstances for a witches power to be shown, it blooms from strong
emotions. Such as wanting to save your father. You healed him, and now that
your power has been awakened, the spirits want you. They are your connection to
the earth.” The wolf was in awe of Stiles, Derek looked confused and angry,
whereas everyone else was trying to get their head around Peter knowing so much
about Witches.
 
“Well ,what about when my dad was kidnapped, and stabbed. I didn't 'save' him
then.” Stiles was sceptical, which under normal circumstances would be well
normal. But these weren’t normal circumstances, Stiles had just levitated the
pots and pans.
 
“ Technically you did. Stiles , you had a car crash and walked away from it!
With just a concussion , and with that concussion you saved your father and
everyone else in that root cellar. Plus that was before the three of you did
that ritual. Are you saying that wasn’t magic?”
 
“I...uh..why haven't I noticed the magic before now then?”
 
“You don't know how to use it, so its hidden , for your own safety unless your
emotions get too high”
 
“Why do you know all this?” Because he had. Because he was told to. Back when
he was in a coma, he was greeted by the blind women who told him of a soul-mate
that would show themselves by a mark, and he must help them to find these
women.
 
“Interest. Someone needs to be able to tell you useless Scooby-Doo gang about
the supernatural” He was lying, every wolf in the room knew it, normally he was
good at being deceptive yet something was off. When Derek never said anything
about the lie, Isaac didn’t dare bring it up either.
 
 
In the end Peter convinced Stiles to described the underground cave to him and
he began drawing it, right down to the little tiny scratches on the rocks that
the boy described. And the sketch was accurate and amazing. Stiles didn’t know
Peter was artistic, to be honest, he didn’t know anything about Peter and that
strangely bugged him. Derek wasn’t too happy that Peter was controlling the boy
but he had no evidence that his Uncle was doing anything wrong.
 
“Is this the place?” Peter showed the masterpiece drawing to the young teenager
who was shocked that it was so accurate, he nodded his head profusely. The
older Hale began researching where said place could be in Beacon Hills. It
really was a Beacon now. Deaton did warn them.
 
…......
 
Stiles thought it would be awhile before some else weird happened again but he
was wrong. Like always.
 
When he was sat at his dad's hospital bed side, he noticed a bruise on his
wrist. His father was fast asleep so he couldn’t ask him if it was a birthmark.
He kissed the Sheriff on the forehead , whispering an I love you and I’ll be
back soon , before he left to find Scott who was with his mother. And
apparently Lydia and Allison were there too.
 
“Dude ,what the hell is that on my wrist?” Stiles whined as he showed his bare
wrist to his best friend who looked even more confused then he was.
 
“ It looks like a birthmark” Scott inputted his eyebrows nearly in his
hairline.
 
“Well duh, but why in the hell is it shaped like a heart?” Stiles squeaked
which peaked up Lydia's attention.
 
“Did you know some people think a birthmark either means how you died in your
past life or it's a way to tell who your soul mate is” She announced in a
chirpy before she walked off with Allison, who gave Scott an 'I’m sorry' look
but Lydia wanted to go shopping before she got dragged by Allison to go see
Scott to talk to him about last night. Of which she did not get a chance to do.
 
So Stiles decided to drag Scott to come do research with him but they never
really found anything, plus Scott wouldn’t stop talking about Allison or Isaac.
He was sort of a bad friend sometimes, that's when Stiles thought of someone
who knew more about everything due to seniority.
Peter Hale. Peter- freaking- zombie wolf- doesn't want to die-seems to know too
much about magic that it's slightly worrying – Hale.
 
“Stiles , I would really rather not talk about you odd shaped birthmark” Peter
sulked as he wondered around Derek's apartment trying to get away from the
younger boy.
 
“Level with me please, it was not their yesterday when we were in the
ambulance, it just appeared. And you were high off your nut but your grabbed my
wrist, did you do it?” Stiles thrust his wrist into Peter's face. The older
wolf sighed before he took a quick look at it and then threw himself on the
sofa.
 
“I can say I was very sceptical about the subject of past life and soul-mates,
only because there was no way to prove that it exists, especially, when we
don’t come with the knowledge of who he or she is. But there is a long ass
story which I cant be bothered to tell you all because you will space out but
the jist is In the beginning it started with three wizards, Arden, Triton, and
Ryton. Arden’s son Sefton married Kathryn, the kings’ daughter. Triton’s
daughter married the kings’ youngest son Eric and Rytons daughter Elizabeth
married the kings’ oldest son Evan, which became the greater triad. Now, today
there are three couples that are considered apart of this greater Triad born
with a heart shaped birthmark. First one is on the chest over the heart, the
other on the inside of the wrist at the pulse point and last at the bottom of
the neck at the pulse point. But it only shows up once you meet your soul mate
and feelings begin to surface.” Peter explain , his eyes kept darting to
Stiles' covered up wrist. He was glad he was wearing a long sleeved button up
shirt as it covered his own wrist. He traced it through the fabric. A heart.
This was the sign , the three women were on about. He guessed it was Stiles
,especially after last night, but he wished ,hoped and prayed that it wasn’t.
He liked the boy (obviously) for many reasons yet the complications that could
arise from the boy being his soul mate were too high in risk. Like Stiles
rejecting him with disgust.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
 
How did he get here? Where exactly was here?

There was a spooky chanting, and ghostly whispering of which Stiles could
understand none of it. He tried, he stood in the darkness, holding his breath
so he could make out the words but they were not in English.
 
The last thing he remembered he was sleeping, in his own bed, his father had
been home for three days now and nothing particularly strange had happened.
Peter had been spending more time with him trying to figure out where the
underground cavern was, but the older Hale was not giving Stiles any answers
about his new birthmark.
 
“Stiles” A female voice croaked from somewhere around Stiles, he could not see
a thing, he outstretched a hand to find a wall, he hissed when his hand made
contact with something sharp. He was bleeding he could feel it. He was in a
cave of sorts, that needed taming holy fuck that hurt.
 
“Stiles! Are you okay , I smell blood” Was that Peter?
 
“Peter, where the fuck are you? In fact where the eff am I?” Stiles shouted
frustrated and trying to stop his hand from bleeding.
 
“I can't come in, the Witches won't allow me , only humans can cross the
border. You found the cavern...somehow. You slept walked here.” Peter replied.
 
“And you didn’t stop me?” The younger boy scoffed typical Peter only doing
what's right for him, Stiles put one foot in front of the other still unable to
see properly. He could still hear the women whispering to him , he traced one
of the markings he could slightly make out with the hand that he cut and the
symbol began glowing. Stiles jumped away from the wall and the opposing wall
that had a torch on it ,lit itself on fire. Stiles eyes were as wide as humanly
possible, he read what he could of the carvings, it was some Greek mythology
thing.
 
“Peter ,you still there?”
 
“Yes , little one. Are you okay?” Stiles squeaked when he tripped over a tree
root. Little one?
 
Where the fuck did that come from?
 
“No, the earth is trying to kill me” He heard Peter's chuckle echo off the cave
walls.
 
Stiles followed the whispering of his name ,freaked out but he couldn’t back
away now.
 
Stood in front of a fire in the middle of the room were three older women
wearing white cloak like things, when they looked up none of them had eyes,
nothing was in their eye sockets yet one was holding an eye ball in her hand.
Stiles felt the bile in his throat.
 
“I am Clotho” One spoke. The other following afterwards “And I Lachesis” And
the last one smile , before she spoke, “ I am Atropos” The fates. Stiles was
stood in front of them, the myth themselves. No words could be formed.
 
“Stiles , as you have figured out you are a Witch. And now you must use that
knowledge to the best you can, to save Beacon Hills with Peter Hale”
 
 
“I don’t understand, what does Peter have to do with this?” Stiles squawked.
 
“He is your soul-mate, together you are destined to save Beacon Hills” Stiles
burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he did.
 
“I'm sorry but you must have the wrong Peter, he doesn't want to save Beacon
Hills he just wants to control it and as far as love goes he is a sociopath,
they may feel love but he doesn't.” Stiles chuckled , these women were crazy.
 
“You ,young Witch, are wrong. He was so full of love, all he ever wanted was to
be loved in return and he never got that from his parents,he was beaten
physically but mostly psychologically and that is why he is the way he is
today. They didn't want him because he was weak and unable to do anything right
by their standard. His sister ,Talia, saved him and he worshipped her for that,
he was manipulative yes but not to her, to her children and others around her
but never her, and when she was killed by her own sons mistakes, he lost it.
The one who saved him from despair, gone. All he wants is acceptance, love and
a family. You can give that too him.”
 
“Woah dude I am not bearing a child.” Stiles squeaked , throwing his hands up
in the air.
 
“No, young one , you can reunite him with the other Hales who don’t trust him,
prove them wrong.”
 
“I don’t understand why he is so important, I don’t even trust him.”
 
“Because Power is stronger from love and with soul-mates it is immense , he is
your one and only true love,maybe not yet but he will be, and with all the
things coming to Beacon Hills you will need to be at your strongest to protect
this town and everyone in it . A barrier could even be created if you both
accept each other. You can be that powerful.”
 
Stiles was pacing and mumbling to himself 'this is crazy, absolutely crazy'.
 
“We assume others show love the same way we do - and if they don’t, we worry
it’s not there.” Clotho said as she stood looking in Stiles' direction. “When
you had your panic attack that showed the mark of your wrist Peter helped you
through it, because he had been through them before, when his parents abused
him and he didn’t have anyone to help him through it because it would be seen
as weak for a Werewolf to have anxiety attacks. This is why he acts as if the
only feeling he has is anger. He still has anxiety attacks, when he sleeps he
can only dream of the fire, which is why he doesn’t sleep. ”
 
Stiles was shocked at these revelations, he wasn’t sure how to act.
 
“As the keepers of Fate , this is meant to happen Stiles and you denying it
could end drastically for everyone”
 
Fuck. He had no choice yet again. Stiles sighed exasperated then nodded his
head, he expected that it be the end of it but the next thing he knew he was
knocked out cold, they didn’t even let him land softly. When he awoke , his
head was bleeding and he limped out of the cave since he landed on his leg
funny. What was the point in that? He looked at his once bleeding hand, it had
healed but what caught his eye was a scar like image of thread wrapping around
his wrist over the birth mark like heart, a bit of it slowly disappeared. What
had they done to him? Was this thread a time limit until disaster struck?
Peter looked insanely worried for a sociopath when the boy appeared out from
the dark cave ,he braced Stiles by wrapping an arm around his waist.
 
“Well?” Peter chimed sucking away the boy's pain.
 
“How long was I out?” Stiles winced.
 
“Three hours.”
 
“You stayed here for three hours?”
 
“I stayed here for four, but you were out for three. What. Happened.” Peter
demanded.
 
“Snappy. Apparently I am some sort of hero, and this birthmark means
something.” He couldn’t mention that Peter was his soul-mate, he couldn’t. He
didn’t understand why he had to help Peter. None of it made sense but you don’t
question the holders of Fate. 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Probably not very good , if you dont like it i can delete it and re
     do it .
“No wolfie , bad wolfie” Stiles scolded, as he swatted the man's hand away.
“Why the hell are you in my bed?” Peter scowled at him as the boy had managed
to kick him fully off the bed, he landed with a crash on his perfectly shaped
ass. He picked himself up and dusted himself off before he sat back on the bed
ignoring the boy's protests.
 
“Stiles ,are you okay ? I heard a crash. Scott is here by the way” His father
shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Stiles attempted to shoo Peter out of
his room.
 
“I'll be right down Dad.” Sties called back,kicking Peter in the shin then
regretting it as it hurt him more than it did Peter. Peter just shook off his
leather jacket and took a seat on Stiles' desk chair, hacking into his laptop.
Stiles sighed deeply before he picked some clothes off the floor slipping them
on, his eyes drifted to Peter's wrist. The birthmark. His cheeks heated up as
he clamped his hand over his own wrist, rushing down the stairs to greet his
best friend.
 
“Why do you smell like Peter?” Scott's nose twitched at the smell. Stiles
froze. Scott shoved past him and run up the stairs growling at Peter who
decided to pin the younger wolf against the door.
 
“Just because you now know he is a witch doesn't mean you can manipulate his
powers” Scott choked out from under Peter's grip, Stiles was trying to pry
Peter off of his best friend.
 
“What do you mean ,Witch?” The Sheriff questioned very unsettled, Peter
immediately let go of the new found Alpha who still was unable to control his
power.
 
“I should have told you , I’m sorry, apparently I am a Witch and mom was one
too” His dad didn’t seem too shocked by the revelation.
 
“Your mother did do some weird stuff,now why is he here?” He glared at Peter ,
he did not like the man. Peter seemed to try and hide away in the shadows.
 
“It's a long story but he is helping me.”
 
“Stiles, if you need help there are so many other people who will jump at the
chance” Scott argued.
 
“No! It has to be him” Everyone was silenced by his outburst. “I'm sorry , I
can't tell you guys yet, because I haven't told him. But you need to stop
hating on him...please”
 
 
….......
“I don’t want my destiny chosen for me , I want to chose who I date and make
love to. It shouldn’t be chosen for me. Why does the world fuck up if I don’t
go with you? That’s not fair ... to have that kind of pressure. You are hot and
you have changed but that doesn't make it fair that I don’t have a choice!” The
boy screamed as he clenched his fists tightly, the winds picking up because of
his anger. “This isn't fair! Mom...mommy...why aren't you here to help me? I
can't do this by myself, I can't save a whole town by myself” The tears fell
like rivers as he cried on the ground of his mother's grave.
 

“You are not alone, baby boy.” Stiles' head darted up to meet the ghost of his
mother, he whispered mom, it hardly audible. “I am with you and if you let him
in, he will be too. I know he isn't your first choice, he probably isn't his
own first choice. But give him a chance and he will love you with all of his
heart. Listen to what your heart tells you about him, connect with the earth
and just listen.” Stiles placed his hands flat on the ground and slowly
breathed in and out whilst his mother looked on with such a proud look on her
face. Peter stood a few meters back very perplexed, he couldn’t see Claudia or
hear her.
 
“He is angry, dark , he doesn't feel safe and doesn't know what to do about it.
He wishes he could control his demons instead of having his demons control him.
He is lost, alone.” Stiles whispered to what seemed himself, as his eyes
flickered open and close.
 
“Be there for each other, honey” Was the last thing said before she disappeared
again.
 
 
…........
Stiles ignored Peter's questioning for a whole hour before the wolf fell asleep
on his bed. As he did his homework he sang to himself to cheer himself up,
seeing his mother made him happy but seeing her leave again....
 
                “Wonder if I gave an Oreo to the Big Bad Wolf,
                            how would the story go?
                        Would he still go huff and puff
                    or would he bring those pigs cool stuff
                  to decorate the deck he helped them build?
              Would they not get killed?” Stiles sang cheerfully.
                                        
                                        
The wolf on his bed had woken up, staring at the boy as he jigged to the song.
 
“Nice song choice, is this my wake up call?” Peter yawned.
 
“I'm ready to talk now” Stiles said as he moved to the end of the bed, crossing
his legs, he grasped Peter's wrist pulling in towards him ,slipping up his
sleeve to reveal the matching birthmarks. “The Fates...they said that we...are
soul mates.” Stiles turned bright red and couldn’t meet Peter's blue eyes. The
wolf shifted so he was on his knees before he leant in to Stiles' personal
space, placing a hand on the back of his head and crashing their lips together.
Stiles didn’t want to melt into it but he couldn’t help it, it felt like home.
Little did he know that he began levitating things again. When Peter pulled
away , the whole bed had been in the air, he had to pull the boy against his
chest so he wouldn’t fall off the bed when it crashed back onto the floor.
 
“So that isn't happening again any time soon.” Stiles mumbled not expecting to
be pulling into another kiss this one involved tongues and nipping...and
apparently electric shocks. The wolf howled when he was shocked by the boy.
 
“I didn’t mean to I’m sorry.” Stiles whimpering tracing his lips with his
forefinger. Peter just snickered in return.
 
“We are taking you to Deaton , tomorrow you need to start learning how to
control your power”
                                        
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     I hope you enjoy :) x, Please tell me what you think
Her skin was like canvas in those last moments,stretched tight against her
bones. She'd lost all hair as well. If he'd been given a chance between having
his mother for a day as she was before or having her for a lifetime as she was
at the end ,he would have taken the latter without even pausing for thought.
Because a life without her, made him hard for him to breath.


The thought that he now had her power now that she was gone was both lovely and
disturbing. If he didn’t have her power would she have lived? But having her
power meant that he felt nearing to her.


It probably wasn't the best time to be thinking of this as Deaton seemed angry
that he wasn’t listening or at least Deaton was intrigued...it was hard to tell
his emotions. Peter ,however, was circling around him looking him up and down
as he did. Deaton didn’t seem comfortable with Peter here.
“Why are you circling me? What ,were you a vulture in another life?” Stiles
growled at Peter who smirked back at him.
 
“You are amazing , little one, so much power in someone so small. ” Peter was
in awe of Stiles, but you could see the way his brain was working and somewhere
in there he was planning to deceive. Stiles wasn't even that small!
 
“Peter, if it isn't too much of a problem, could you leave me and Stiles alone,
The Witches do not like others knowing how things work.” Deaton tried his
hardest to ask nicely but it was obvious he didn’t like Peter. Fortunately, the
wolf left without a word. “So, Stiles are you going to tell me why you came
here with Peter?” Stiles explained the whole happenstance to the older man,
including how he felt about all of it. “Peter was right,for once, there is so
much power in there, Stiles you have the potential to be more powerful than the
Darach and you don’t even need to do sacrifices.” Stiles just blinked at the
vet like he was mad.
 
Deaton was teaching the young Witch basic spells that born Witches should be
taught by their parents but unfortunately Stiles was gone before he was old
enough to learn. It didn’t take long for him to learn the basics and how to
control simple magic within himself because he was a natural, the power just
flowed within him. But when Deaton told him to look through a huge ass book and
chose a spell he liked the sound of he attempted it before Alan could tell him
to stop.
 
Suddenly he felt like he was hit by a truck, and he went flying backwards
crashing into one of the shelves.
 
“Okay, ow...not doing that again, sorry.” Stiles whimpered. Peter's head
twisted round the corner to see if he was okay, Stiles gave him a reassuring
smile. Deaton rolled his eyes at the boy.
 
“Don't get cocky and try to go off on your own tangent”
 
And so began daily training sessions , many of them Deaton wanted to kill
Stiles, he was talented but hell he got cocky and messed about.
 
….........
 
“Bro, I don’t get it...why Peter?” Scott scoffed as he took a huge bite of his
burger.
 
“If only I knew, my dad isn’t speaking to me at the moment because of it,
apparently if he does speak to me he'll end up saying something he regrets so
I’m alone in the house ...well not really I have an uninvited guest, and he has
gone on a fishing trip with some cop buddies. However he is surprisingly a good
house guest, he brought me ten tubs Ben and jerry's, best gift ever! And I’ve
only wanted to kill him about thirty times” Stiles shrugged as he shoved chips
in to his mouth.
 
“So what? How long are you going to secretly attempt to change him back from
the dark side? Cause honestly I think you should stop searching.” Scott snarled
at the thought of Peter being evil still. He worried for Stiles, little did he
know that Stiles could fend for himself. Last night Peter and Stiles were
watching a movie and Peter began to feel up Stiles' thigh when he received an
high voltage electric shock, he growled at the smirking boy but instantly
stopped and went back to the movie. 'Just because we are soul mates and you
kissed me , does not mean I accept it or that we are dating or that I’m going
to let you touch me whenever you want' Was what Stiles explained to the wolf.
 
“I’ll stop searching for his redemption when I believe there is none left to be
found.” Stiles said in a matter of fact way, Scott thought he was crazy.
Sometimes Stiles wished that the other boy would accept things more.
 
…......
 
Fuck.Twat.Shit.
 
Stiles' leg was trapped under a tree and a feral omega was wondering around
near by, it was also the reason his leg was trapped and throbbing. He was
panicking too much that he couldn’t concentrate on using magic. All this for a
herb, stupid freaking herb being in the middle of the preserve where no one
really went. Stupid Alan Deaton thinking he could do this and not warning him
about the dangers.
 
How the hell could he save Beacon Hills, if he couldn’t get a herb and protect
himself?
 
Stiles felt the tears threatening to leave his eyes, he couldn’t ring anyone,
the wolf had stomped on his phone breaking it in half, he was considering
getting a metal phone that could with stand anything due to the Supernatural
breaking every phone he seems to get.
 
“Shiiit, I don’t want to die like this...I’d prefer for Derek or even Peter to
rip my throat out not this pathetic omega” Stiles cried, he jumped and went to
screamed when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, but another hand clasped over
his mouth to silence his scream.
 
“Shush, it's okay” Peter whispered into the boy's ear, wiping away the stray
tear than escaped Stiles' eye when he thought he would die.
 
“Oh thank god, I never thought I’d be happy to see you, how'd you find me?”
Peter was offended by his words but he didn’t get to show it because they boy
had dragged him into a crushing hug. The man revealed his heart shaped
birthmark.
 
“It's like a homing device. Let's get you free.” Peter wolfed out on the boy as
he tried to remove the tree off his leg, it wasn't budging. “Okay , Stiles you
are going to have to do this. You are strong enough with your magic to move
this. You are safe ,I’ll protect you so do your thing”
 
Stiles breathed in and out counting each breathe until his breathing was slow
then he remembered a spell that Deaton taught him to connect to the earth. He
placed his hands flat on the ground and began chanting to himself in Latin,
Peter watched in awe as roots engulfed the boy's hands and then other tree
roots moved the fallen tree off of the boy's leg. As soon as the tree was out
of the way Peter rushed over to the boy, checking on his leg.
 
“Well done, now snap out of it” Peter pleaded, the boy was starting to get
blood dripping out of his nose, he wasn’t ready for the strength of the magic
yet, but he wouldn’t stop. He was using the ground to find the omega and when
he did, the wolf was preying on some kids who were playing hide and seek, they
hadn’t noticed the werewolf yet , Stiles had and he would sort it out.
 
Peter's ears twitched as he searched his head flicking up for the pain howl
that echoed through out the woods. The roots disconnected from the boy, the
blood from his nose was dripping into his mouth and he fainted , his body
dropping. Fuck,Stiles please still be alive. Peter listened intently for a
heart beat. Oh thank god. He cradled the boy into his arms and curiosity got
the better of him,he used his werewolf speed to go find the wolf. He didn't
expect what he found... The wolf who had half transformed back impaled on a
tree root right through the heart. He took a photo on his phone to show Derek
who wouldn't believe him otherwise.
 
The boy had protected the children in return he hurt himself due to not being
strong enough yet.
 
Peter held the boy tightly against him as he rushed him to a hospital, worried
about the damage he may have cause. Stupid little kid. That he was starting to
feel feelings for.  
***** Chapter 5 *****
 
When Stiles awoke it was dark and he was on a queen bed, that wasn't his own
and he felt a heat radiating next to him, he tried to adjust his eyes to look
down. He was in pyjama's that also weren’t his , the shoulders were to broad on
the button up silk top(he also didn’t own silk) and the trousers were tailored
to whoever owned them (the crotch was too big for Stiles), he noticed an arm
draped over his abdomen gripping tightly. Stiles shimmied around to face the
man who was gripping him tightly against him and surprise surprise it was
Peter. Stiles used what room he had to whack the werewolf in his strong chest.
 
“Oi, why am I spooning with you?” Stiles snarled in a whisper.
 
“After your stupid incident, I took you too the hospital, you got a concussion.
I then went to Deaton , you were still knocked out cold. He wanted to punch you
for being an idiot,too much of that will kill you. Then I took you here, to my
apartment, I didn’t want to explain to your father why you were unconscious.”
Peter yawned.
 
“One, you didn’t answer my question and two; my dad isn’t home he is on a
fishing trip.”
 
“Interesting...I really don't care.” The man began snuggling into Stiles' neck
even if Stiles was squirming. “You had a bad dream, I was asleep in that chair
over there,” Peter pointed to a wicker chair in the corner of the room that
didn’t look that comfortable to sleep in. “ so I could keep an eye on you, and
I held you till you stopped shaking.”
 
“You forgot the part where we started spooning.”
 
It all came back to Stiles in a flash as if he was meant to remember something
that Peter left out.
 
'Beacon Hills was burning, his dad was being ripped apart by an unknown monster
and he was frozen , he couldn’t do anything.' That was when Stiles woke up,
tears streaming down his face as he sobbed and his voice cracked, he pulled the
covers closly against him trying to find comfort , when Peter was over to him
in a flash , he grabbed him, pulling him tightly against his chest forcing the
boy to listen to his heartbeat. Not that he would protest, it was calming , and
the man's natural warmth made Stiles feel safe. He kept whispering reassuringly
on repeat like a record 'I'm right here and I'm going to hold on to you and I'm
never going to let you go , you are safe'.
 
He had a heart? And feelings? What sorcery was this?
 
“Thank you” Stiles murmured to the man who seemed to be trying to dig into his
skin with his nose.
 
“No problem” Peter mumbled against his neck. And that was how they fell asleep.
 
…....
 
“Will you agree to allow me to take you out on a date?” Peter asked with such
finesse.
 
“That depends, what is a date defined as for you?” Stiles asked hesitantly.
 
“Really,Stiles? We have already spooned and-” Stiles interrupted the man with
flailing hands.
 
“Hey that was forced ,it was unconsented spooning!” Peter raised his eyebrow at
the boy.
“A date is where I take you out for dinner and a movie, and I pay for it all.”
Stiles perked up at a free dinner and film, he already got a free breakfast
which Peter had cooked for him. In just a pair of boxer briefs that showed off
his rounded ass. Stiles couldn’t stop staring at his ass, ever since he copped
a feel in the ambulance, he was pretty sure the wolf had noticed. Stiles had
just sat at the breakfast island whilst Peter strutted around his kitchen
cooking bacon,eggs and pancakes the way to a boy's heart. It was odd, he never
once imagined that he would be in Peter's down town apartment , apparently
that's what fate wanted.
 
…..
 
“Why couldn't you take me out for dinner at my house?” Stiles whined. Peter
looked like he wanted to strangle the boy.
 
“Look this place isn’t even that public, I know you don’t want to be seen with
me, so I drove you five miles out of town to a shitty diner, can you please
stop moaning?” The wolf was upset, he was trying not to show it but Stiles
could tell from his body language. It was probably because he wanted to impress
the boy but couldn’t here because there was no good restaurants. They had gone
to a movie in Beacon hills , because hello dark theatre , and Peter's hand kept
travelling up the boy's upper thigh even the tiny shocks Stiles sent to him
didn’t seem to deter him but Stiles was reluctant to go to a restaurant in
Beacon Hills even if Peter did already have a booking.. The boy entangled their
fingers whilst they walked into the diner taking the nearest booth, the wolf
perked up when he noticed the boy smiling at him.
 
“Dude, you are really fucking hot and you know that from the way that you dress
, who wouldn’t want to be seen with you? It's just you know the age gap and
well everyone knows who I am in that town. Thanks dad. I'm sorry” The boy
pouted at the man facing him.
 
“Hi there ,may I take your order?” A waitress whose name tag said 'Lily' (She
looked about Stiles' age) asked with a sweet tone it made Peter's teeth hurt.
 
“ Two fries with a chilli cheeseburger and strawberry milkshakes please.” Peter
asked quite meanly, she kept looking over Stiles with eyes that wanted to eat
him up. Stiles scowled at him for being a dick , not noticing the young girl
who wanted in his pants ,and also ordering for him. He was happy with what he
chose but that wasn’t the point.
 
“So Wiccan, are you always going to push yourself to near death?”
 
“Fuck you.” Peter cause the boy to blush when he raised his eyebrows and
smirked. “ I had to do it, he was going to kill them, you weren’t doing
anything”
 
“I was protecting you! I may be a werewolf that doesn't make me god.” Stiles
scoffed at him, and yet you think you are god's gift to mankind. “You know what
, fuck this , I don’t need to prove anything to you, I don’t give a damn about
Beacon Hills. And I don’t need you.”Peter stood up and stormed out of the diner
climbing onto his motorcycle.
 
“Shit. Peter” Stiles called after the man, grasping his hand tightly on the
handle bars of the bike, he had to fix this. “I'm sorry...it's just... your not
really who I expected going on a first date with ,let alone did I expect you to
judge me for killing someone.”
 
“Stiles I wasn’t judging you , I just didn’t want you killing yourself for no
one important. I’m sorry also.” Kids. Children, unsuspecting defenceless
children. Peter was showing he cared for Stiles but he still didn’t care for
anyone else.
 
“Look ,food is waiting.” Stiles pointed through the window cheerfully, not
noticing the clawed hand that grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. Was
it always going to be like this? Flirting,blaming,arguments then making out. He
hoped not, his heart couldn’t stand the emotional turmoil.
 
The wolf grasped a frie between his forefinger and thumb and dipped it into his
strawberry milkshake.
 
“Eww, really? That is disgusting dude.” Peter gave the boy a judging look. The
diner was practically empty now , apart from the old lady who owned it , Lily
and a few trucker dudes.
 
“You should try it.” Stiles shook his head. Peter dipped another in the
milkshake chuckling at the boy's face of disgust before Stiles felt a hand
grabbed his shirt again and pull him forward leaning across the table to meet
Peter's lips. Dick, giving him the frie would have worked just as well, not
shoving your tongue down his throat. But hell he was right , it did taste
lovely. Peter pulled back ,licking his lips as he sat their smugly. Stiles was
still leant over the table blinking. Lily was turned on and also confused at
the age difference and a few of the truckers were grumbling to themselves.
 
“Yeah...um...its nice” Stiles stuttered unable to look Peter in the eyes before
he began eating his burger.
 
…..
 
“So this was nice, I hope.” Peter smiled a genuine smile as he helped Stiles
onto his bike, not that the boy needed help he just wanted an excuse to touch
him.
 
“Yes , thank you, surprisingly it wasn’t that bad.” The boy chuckled and
apparently got his third kiss of the night. Peter's lips smashed into the boy's
his tongue begging for entrance that Stiles gave easily, leaning back on his
hands as he unintentionally got drawn even more into the kiss that he didn’t
even notice his eyes closing. Peter's hand cupped Stiles' cheek as he deepened
the kiss. When he did pull away the boy was panting and you could see his hot
breathe in the dampness of the outdoors, Peter sniffed and revelled in the
boy's arousal.
 
“Lets get you home, my place or yours?”  
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
Peter pushed Stiles up against the wall capturing his lips as he pressed his
body against him. Stiles never thought he would actually be kissing a way older
man but wow was he happy about it, how did he learn to kiss like that? And why
in the hell did he want someone who hardly knew what to do?
 
“Ah , Peter. Stop, please” Stiles panted, his body disobeying his brain as he
ground against the leg between his . Peter pulled back from Stiles' neck where
he was leaving many lovebites in seeable places. “Not the type to fuck on the
first date” Peter backed away instantly yet that didn’t stop him from scoffing
as his eyes searched over the body that defiantly wanted more. He sighed deeply
before he turned on his heels to leave the boy alone in his house but a hand
gasped the sleeve of his dress shirt. “That doesn’t mean you can't stay...”
Stiles mumbled with a blush evident on his cheeks.
 
When the boy awoke ,Peter's right hand was on his chest hovering over his heart
,feeling the beat and pitter patter, and the other...well... was resting inside
his trousers on his bare left thigh, his thumb too near Stiles' private parts
than he was comfortable with. He would move but he was more scared of moving
and practically guiding the older man to cop a feel. His eyes drifted around
the room and a high pitched noise left his lungs when he noticed Derek sat on
his desk chair.
 
“Holy fuck!” Stiles screeched, Peter instantly shot up , his hand still down
Stiles' trousers and unfortunately as a defence mechanism they were clawed.
“Hey ho, woah, dude , claws retract not near the goods , Please” Peter could
hear the worry in the boy's voice, it probably didn’t help that he had an
uninvited guest who nearly made his heart jump out of his throat.
 
“Nephew, what brings you to Stiles' humble abode?” Peter half snarled half
yawned as he retracted his claws and patted Stiles' thigh better where a claw
had caught the skin before he kept his hands to himself.
 
“You. I haven’t seen you in days and while I haven’t missed you. At. All. I was
worried of who you may have killed” Derek growled.
 
“Cheer up, Sour Wolf, he hasn’t harmed a fly, well then again he did swallow a
fly on the bike last night but we did a prayer for it and he apologized so we
are good, it was probably an evil fly, you know wanting to conquer the world.
I've only wanted to kill Yolo wolf about sixty times so we are doing well. I'm
a pretty good carer.” Stiles smiled smugly that he was bugging the Younger Hale
even more, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
 
“Whatever, we have a pack meeting tonight, Scott said there was a big ass
monster in the woods,his words, two people have already been hospitalised.”
Derek grumbled before he left through the window. Does this family know that
door's exist?
 
“Grumpy creeper” Stiles mumbled as he stood up to stretch, Peter watched the
bit of skin that showed as his shirt lifted.
 
…......
 
“Why in the fuck are we being chased by a giant ass lizard that breathes
fire?!” Peter grunted as he and Stiles ran in an opposite direction to the rest
of the pack. Stiles was attempting to read through his book of spells to make
it smaller and easier to kill or find its weakness, Peter had to keep picking
the boy up because he would of ended up tripping over a stick which isn’t good
when the thing sets wood alight.
 
“It's a Salamander.” Stiles corrected.
 
“I don’t care if it's Steve Irwin, get rid of it!” Stiles glared at the older
Wolf for bringing up the late crocodile hunter (may he R.I.P) considering he
watched him as he was growing up.
 
“Lydia , do you want to date this psychotic lizard too?” Stiles shouted to the
ginger goddess who was running with Allison who was training her.
 
“Fuck you ,Stiles.” Lydia screamed back , lord she had some lungs on her but
then again she was a banshee.
 
“Get.Rid.Of.It!” Peter demanded.
 
“This is hard ,dude, I don’t work well with pressure plus I can' concentrate on
the words whilst moving.” Stiles whined, Peter could hear and smell that the
boy was starting to panic.
 
The problem with all the running, Stiles trying to read and Peter making sure
the little Witch didn’t break a bone , neither of them noticed they had trapped
themselves between a cliff face which had an adjacent lake and the Salamander.
Then suddenly fire was engulfing the trees around them, the grass was up in
flames and Peter...was frozen. The man who seemed unafraid of everything, too
horrified to move.
 
“Fruit fly flying fuck ©” Stiles grunted
 
The warmth was too much Stiles was sweating and could feel a panic attack
coming on but he had to be strong,he couldn’t let Peter die by fire again
(again) could he? He grasped the man's hand , dropping the huge ass magic book
, caring more about living then an ancient book when he jumped into the water
with the man. He dragged the still stunned wolf, under a little rock shelf,
dipping them both under the water, Stiles' lips immediately connecting with
Peter's in an underwater CPR technique which he prayed worked. He was doing
magic so he could breathe underwater(thank the gods he learnt that spell out of
curiosity) but he wasn’t strong enough to do it for two people and the last he
checked Werewolves couldn’t breathe underwater. It was just until the other's
came to distract the fire breathing Salamander, it's not like they were
actually kissing.
 
“ Oi, ugly lizard come get some” Erica bellowed, and then the pack striked
trying their best to avoid a fiery death.
 
“Thank you” Was the first words that came out of Peter's mouth after they came
to the surface and Stiles' mouth was no longer on his. Straight away Stiles'
hands were searching in his own jeans looking for his phone. He placed the wet
phone to his ear.
 
“Deaton, quickly, we are fighting a big lizard what is water spell? I know how
to manipulate the water but not how to conjure it” Peter was in a muddle at how
the phone was still working , it was cute to see his old mind trying to figure
it out, Stiles mouthed the answer 'Waterproof' his lips curling up into a
smile.
 
He slipped his phone into his pocket whilst Peter helped him out of the water
and in a flash he concentrated on regulating his breathing before he began to
concentrate on the elements, he manoeuvred the water to put out the fire,
calming down the older Hale, then he placed his hands on the earth capturing
the Salamander in tree roots. The lizard attempted to burn it's way out and it
would if Stiles didn’t keep exhausting its fire with the water from the lake.
 
This was the first time the rest of the pack had seen Stiles doing magic, he
stared at them his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
 
“Hello people? I can't kill this by myself!” He was beginning to get tired
already, the Salamander just kept the fire coming.
 
“You can do this” Peter whispered in his ear as he rested his hand on the nape
of Stiles neck, the wolf was exhausting from the fire. But the touch was
helping, Stiles felt more powerful . This reminded Stiles of something the
Fates said.
 
'Stiles you seem to be forgetting that this would of happened whether we told
you or not, but we had to tell you because of the danger that Beacon Hills is
in.'
 
And just like that the Salamander was dead.
 
“Lord that was tiring” Scott sighed exasperated and got a few grumbles in
agreement.
 
“Video Game marathon?” Stiles suggested as he leant into Peter's warmth, there
was no disagreements about forgetting about the huge ass lizard.
 
“So what do we just burn it?” Isaac asked. Stiles felt the Wolf that was still
touching him flinch.
 
“It's resistant to fire.” Stiles chimed in before he touched it concentrating
and then poof it was ash. There was a few murmurs of how the fuck does he do
that?
 
“Never going to get on your bad side ever again, I’d prefer not to be ash”
Erica snickered as she dragged Boyd to the car that they came in, everyone else
following. Peter was walking in a different direction to everyone else when
something gripped his belt, he thought he snagged it on a tree. He was wrong.
He turned to see Stiles holding his belt and looking at him with a concerned
face.
 
“Are you okay?”
 
“I'm fine , Stiles, go and play your video games.” He was lying, Stiles didn’t
have to be a werewolf to tell that. He wrapped his arms around Peter pulling
him tightly into a hug.
 
“I'm right here, let me in and I’ll never let you go.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     The fruit fly flying fuck is owned by my girlfriends dad, and it made
     me die of laughter when he said it.
     I hope you enjoyed this randomness, i wrote this all in one go which
     was different to the other chapters bar the first one.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     I apologize in advance for this chapter and you will understand why
     when you get to the end.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
        He kept getting weird looks from everyone in the pack as he sat on
      Peter's lap , fighting zombies with Scott on Call of Duty.
      “Hi there, this is called public affection, if you don’t like it LEAVE.
      “Stiles grumbled not taking his eyes off the screen. He had to do this,
      otherwise Peter would leave and honestly after what happened he didn’t
      want the thought of worrying were the older wolf would be. Scott was the
      last person Stiles thought would accept this first. The other boy
      literally could not care less any more, maybe it was because Peter kept
      saving Stiles but he hadn’t asked, sure Scott was looking out for Stiles
      still like every best friend would. He had attempted to be threatening
      and tell Peter that if he hurt Stiles he would rip his throat out, yet
      the omega wolf just yawned in his face. How could he be afraid of
      something he created? A wolf who was unable to kill.
      Allison didn’t like Peter and therefore she didn’t like Stiles being with
      Peter but she knew Peter cared about Stiles, from the way he looked at
      him, the way he was looking at him right now. Care and worry. Like he
      knew there was trouble ahead. And there was.
      ….........
 
“I'm getting fed up of being stuck in dangerous situations with you” Stiles
grumbled from his position of being pressed up against Peter's hard body. Why
did they have to be hiding in the school closet? And why did every supernatural
thing like the school? It wasn’t the hell-mouth was it, like from Buffy?
 
 
 
“Well I’m sorry apparently we are meant to be together. And save the world.”
Peter growled in an over the top tone.
 
 
 
“Why aren’t we just killing the thing? I have magic, you are somewhat useful”
Stiles teased.
 
 
 
“Because it turns us to fucking stone, Stiles and I’m not risking that.”
 
 
 
“But you'll let them? God you only think about yourself” Stiles scoffed. Bad
idea to annoy the wolf in close quarters with him, Peter pushed him into the
back wall and bit down into his shoulder, sharp canines breaking the skin, he
had to bite on his own hand to not hiss out in pain.
 
 
 
“There now you are bleeding and it looks for the smell of blood, we can't go
out there.”
 
 
 
“Dick.”
 
 
 
“They can handle it on their own, Deaton is with them , for once.”
 
 
 
“Entertain me” Stiles demanded.
 
 
 
“Marry me?” Peter asked, Stiles jaw dropped, it took his minutes for him to be
able to speak again.
 
 
 
“What?!”
 
 
 
“It shut you up ,that's what.” Stiles grumbled at the man. “Would you like me
to suck your dick?”
 
 
 
“Oh my god, can you not be so blunt and nauseating?” Stiles whined. Get him out
of this closet now. Stiles text Scott 'Hurry the fuck up, stuck in a small room
with Peter. KMN'
 
 
 
“You know I am really surprised you haven’t been with anyone”
 
 
 
“Holy lord just shut up!”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
…...........
 
      He was dead. Fucking dying. She had children, too many of them , and now
      she had killed him. Her snake like tail that was as hard as metal ran him
      through. And then the pack was being surrounded my demons that she had
      conjured up.
      She threw the dying man at a tree , he grunted before he clenched at the
      hole in his stomach. Derek ran straight at the daemon, claws ready to
      attack. Scott joined soon after to make sure no one else was going to
      die.
      “Peter, fuck no , Peter” Stiles choked as the tears streamed down his
      face, Peter's hand which was covered in blood raised and cupped the boy's
      cheek wiping away the tears whist smearing blood on his pale skin. “Heal
      god dammit,fucking heal! You can't die on me, you said you'd never let me
      go.” Stiles could see the life draining from his eyes as he attempted to
      make eye contact.
      “I love you , Stiles” Peter cried, tears were actually in his eyes,
      Stiles didn’t even know the man had tear ducts.
      “No shut the fuck up you are going to be fine...please” Stiles punched
      the man lightly in his chest as he tried to heal the man and put pressure
      on the bleeding, it wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? Stupid Fates.
      Stupid supernatural. Stupid Peter.
      Stiles could feel the man's last breath when Peter placed a chaste kiss
      to the boy's lips.
      A heart wrenching scream left the boy's lungs and it echoed through the
      woods. Allison attempted to console the boy whilst the wolves and her
      father thought the Lamia and its minions but he wouldn’t let her, he
      instantly shoved her hand off of his shoulder, walking over to the Lamia
      even if he could hear the others shouting at him he was not listening.
      No one noticed , not even Allison , that when he walked over there his
      eyes were glowing a fluorescent dim yellow colour, not just his iris's
      his whole eye balls were shining.
      Scott shouted at his best friend trying to snap the Witch out of it but
      then there was a massive flash of light that blinded everyone and deathly
      shrieks. When the light has dissipated there was a huge ash cloud
      shrouded the woods.
 
The daemon's husk dropped to the ground with a hollow thump. He spared the
corpses only a single contemptuous glance before turning away and contemplating
the feelings that the new power coursing through him was causing him to
experience. He smiled coldly as he recognized the remnants sighed in
contentment as he allowed the stolen power to permeate every part of his body.
He felt his senses sharpen, and his earlier fatigue from running away with the
pack vanish.
 
 
 
Stiles took a moment to let his pulse slow, then knelt in front of the corpses,
examining them. He could feel power coming off of them in dark waves that
caused him to feel dizzy and exhilarated at the same time. He took a breath,
and took in the power that he could. It was interesting that Deaton never
mentioned that Witches could also gain power from other supernatural beings.
Probably for this reason exactly.
 
 
 
“Stiles, stop. There is no need” A familiar voice begged but that couldn’t be
true, they were dead.
 
 
 
Stiles' head whipped around to stare at the person whose hand was on his
shoulder, he at once wrapped his arms tightly around them.
 
 
 
“Thank the gods, I knew you wouldn’t leave me. I love you, Peter.” Stiles
whimpered into the man's shoulder.
 
 
 
“All thanks to you, now calm. You aren’t controlling your powers.” Stiles used
the sound of the wolf's heartbeat to ground himself, calming his new found
power.
 
 
 
The dust cloud had now disappeared and the whole packs jaw dropped at the sight
of an alive Peter and many dead daemons. Scott actually looked afraid that he
childhood friend had that much power.
 
Peter never thought that he would have to be an anchor for the boy as well as
the boy being his anchor.
 
 
 
“Take me home,I’m tired” Stiles yawn and as soon as Peter cradled him in his
arms he was asleep, which was worrying considering how much power to boy had
used and then absorbed. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Please dont hate me.
     also comments are very much appreciated.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     It sucks and i am sorry, im just trying to get out of this funk . x
Stiles was asleep on his bed, curled up hugging a body pillow that Lydia had
gotten him awhile back whilst he had his duvet wrapped over him.
“What are we meant to do? What if he snaps again?” Peter chuckled at Scott's
question, it all felt too familiar.
“It's funny really, not even you , his best friend could snap him out of it. He
would of killed you without a second thought.” Peter jabbed.
“Shut the fuck up! Why don’t you ever stay dead?No one wants you here.” Scott
screamed at the man.
“Face it, he cares for me more than he does you. And who could blame him when I
actually pay attention to him and don’t under-appreciate him. You are probably
the worse best friend ,Scott. It's Allison this , Allison that and then there
is your 'Best friend' who is slowly depleting. That is why the darkness can
take over him. Magic is not a toy, and dark magic can easily take a hold of the
caster. ” Peter growled before he sat next to the sleeping boy,checking his
vitals. Stiles seemed okay but that didn’t mean that Peter wasn’t worrying that
he could turn out like him.
…....
Stiles was breathless as he ran his feet crushing the crunchy leaves, he
twisted his head to look around him, he couldn’t see what was chasing him. He
didn’t even know how he got there. He woke up and he was running, florescent
eyes following him as the blood red moon hung over his head. He felt the
uncanny and eerie sensation that the trees surrounding him were alive. Of
course, he knew they were alive in a plant like kind of way, but this was more
of a locomoting kind of way. They groaned and creaked, sighed and bent, their
branches waving and lowering, raising and brushing one another. His back burned
as if hundreds of eyes dug into it, wooden eyes, ancient eyes. The night was
dark and tempestuous; the thunder growled around; the lightning flashed at
short intervals: and the wind swept furiously along in sudden and fitful gusts.
He could easily turn around and kill the things that were chasing him but for
some reason he felt powerless and scared that he would cast the wrong spell or
it would back fire.
So he kept running.
He felt like he needed Scott's inhaler but he didn’t have it, how could he? He
was just in boxers and a hoodie. No shoes to cover his feet that were getting
cut up by the branches and litter left by drunken teenagers.
He was a powerful witch but he felt so in danger and just powerless.
“Funny, how you get attacked on a Blood Moon , the origin of werewolves began
under a blood moon. Come lets get to Deaton, the place will be safe for you.
And maybe you can find out more about our impending doom.” Peter's voice
appeared from no where and he crashed into the man's chest before Peter lifted
him onto his back and ran with werewolf speed to Deaton's vet clinic. Not
caring about the monsters that were chasing him, maybe the impending doom
started tonight when the veil was lowest.
“Deaton, dude, what are we meant to do?” Stiles begged the older veterinarian
whilst Peter sat in the waiting room, keeping an eye out for the monsters.
“Stiles, please don’t call me dude. I believe I have found the right spell and
we have all the ingredients to close the hole you broke open when you brought
Peter back...again.”
“Wait, I caused this?” His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and slight
regret.
“Yes, that spell you did was extremely powerful. But you must know this spell,
you may not like what you have to do. As you both are soulmates , together you
are stronger however unless you accept each other , you will never reach your
full potential. Stiles, a virgin sacrifice must be made.”
“Are you saying I should kill myself?” The boy scoffed , looking at Deaton like
he was mad.
“He is saying that you have to sacrifice your virgin status to me.” Peter
snickered from the other room.
“I'm sorry what? I have to perform a spell whilst I have sex with Peter,
creeper,Uncle touchy, that Peter?” Stiles choked on his own saliva.
“You seem to be forgetting that you killed over 10 daemons and absorbed their
power to bring him back. Stiles, you should not of been able to do that spell
for at least another ten years. I think , oddly, together you two can do
anything.” Deaton seemed like that would never come out of his mouth.
“Sex with Peter?” Stiles gaped.
“That's what you are stuck on? Not the most powerful witch this century?” Peter
sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Just take one for the world , Stiles.
I'll make sure you will enjoy it.”
Stiles eyes were as wide as saucers, he may have fallen for the older wolf, but
he never thought that he would have to have sex with him to save the world. It
wasn’t a sacrifice really,yet he couldn’t stop the nerves from increasing.
“Not that I want anyone watching me have sex for the first time, but can
someone discuss ground rules with Peter? Because he sure as hell won't listen
to me.” Peter smiled a toothy smile at the boy before the next thing Stiles
knew, Peter had pinned him against the wall and captured his mouth, tongue
exploring in the warm cavern. Peter was revelling in the tiny noises the boy
was making. He positioned the boy so he would wrap his legs around his waist
and ground against him moving his mouth away so he could hear Stiles' orgasm
echo through the building. Peter then moved away with a champion smile written
on his face, whilst Deaton rolled his eyes.
Stiles was sat on the floor, his hands covering his erection, lips swollen and
as bright as his face was.
“Dick.” Stiles muttered.
“I can give him a drug if you want?” Deaton suggested , smiling when the wolf
growled at him.
“I think I am going to enjoy this.” Peter smirked whilst Stiles deflated and
his blush turned brighter. Where was the hell mouth , so it could swallow him
up?
Peter left the building going to check if the coast was clear and Stiles stood
adjusting his boxers before Deaton grabbed his shoulder, passing him a vial.
“Don't use it unless it is needed. You are stronger than him , Stiles ,but even
the most damaged heart can be mended .”
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     With massive input from @TheLastTactician, if you don't check her out
     you are going to hell, this chapter would not have happened without
     her.
     I hope you enjoy it
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“Do we really have to do this? It's so strange and weirdly cliché” Stiles
murmured as he messed with his jacket zip.
 
“What is cliché about something that is in myths and rituals?What porn do you
watch?” Peter scrunched his face at the boy in fake disgust.
 
“Well excuse me, I’m not the one who is about to have sex with a boy half his
age ...who has never had sex before. Why the fuck do I have to be a virgin?
Stupid Oracles and their prophecy.” Stiles actually wanted to cry, of course he
had developed feelings for the older man but that didn’t mean he was ready to
have sex with him. He was a horny teenage boy but he wasn’t dumb, he wouldn’t
put out to anyone. And Peter seemed like the type to use people in this
circumstance.
 
“Stiles, I’m not forcing this on you so don't make me your enemy, hell you want
me to close my eyes whilst you do what needs to be done to save Beacon Hills
then I will. I owe you my life and it is my fault this happened so ,love, tell
me what you want.” Peter slowly moved closer to the boy, grasping his hands to
stop him from pulling his zip on his jacket up and down. “You can't control
this power ,Stiles, either you learn how to use it in a short amount of time or
you get rid of it and shut the portal you opened.” Peter's hand trailed up the
boy's arm, caressing gently.
 
“Urgh,fine! But we need to stop at the chemist to get some things.” Stiles
sighed throwing his arms up in defeat. “I can't believe my first time is going
to be outdoors, in a forest where I killed lots of supernatural beings, what
isn’t romantic about that?” He grumbled.
 
“It down right turns me on, the power that is underneath these fingertips.”
Peter snickered as he placed the boy's hands against his chest, rubbing the
long digits gently, enjoying how the boy flinched and blushed. Stiles gulped
and looked away. “Why are you suddenly embarrassed by me? You have said you
love me at least 3 times already.”
 
“This is different, I’ve told hundreds of people I love them, I’ve never had
sex with someone.”
 
“Come on.” Peter guided the boy into the jeep before they drove to the chemist,
Peter in the end having to grab the items Stiles wanted because Stiles was too
embarrassed to go in. Peter threw the bag at him then drove to ground zero.
 
As Stiles lay a blanket down on the grass, he chuckled to himself.
 
“Such typical teenage sex, doing it anywhere no caring about comfort. Less
typical that it will be magic sex with a werewolf who is twice my age and in a
place where I committed a massacre of supernatural beings.” He then clambered
about looking for the ingredients Deaton gave him. He began mixing then whilst
Peter sat on the blanket, pulling off his belt and undoing his button on his
jeans. “Dude,stop! The most fun part about sex is undressing each other.”
 
“Such a virgin..love, I promise the undressing will not be the best part.” He
winked at Stiles who just rolled his eyes.
 
“Shut up and drink this.”
 
“Is that the thing Deaton gave you to make me compliant?” He twisted his head
like a puppy. Stiles straddled his lap and placed a separate vial to his own
lips, gulping it in one go. Peter couldn’t help but look forward to those lips
being wrapped around his cock later.
 
“It's to get the magic flowing for me,wow that sounds like an aphrodisiac, and
the stupid soul mate bond to be consummated, blah blah blah boring stuff. I'm
not date raping you.” Stiles then ran his hands under Peter's shirt , testing
the waters, whilst Peter watched him intently. “Can you make this less awkward
and more normal please?” He whined as his eyebrows furrowed as he was getting
uncomfortable. Again.
 
A growl from Peter rumbled Stiles' insides before the man laced his fingers
into Stiles newly long hair and pulled him into a crashing kiss.
 
Stiles groaned into it, his long fingers subconsciously kneading at Peter's
abdomen. The wolf groaned, his muscles twitching under Stiles' obscene fingers.
Daringly, Stiles slid his fingers low, tracing the hem of Peter's jeans
teasingly. The wolf growled and twisted easily, placing Stiles underneath him.
The teen couldn't help but relax slightly, no longer being the one in charge of
running this. He also felt kind of... safe. With one of Peter's arms running up
the length of his spine, cradling him slightly and the other hand sliding
against his jaw and strong fingers sprawling across his neck, it was hard not
to relax. Angling his head, Stiles slid one hand up and into Peter's hair,
gripping at the strand and twining them through his fingers. Peter groaned deep
in his throat and pulled back, iolite eyes staring down into burnt umber.
 
“W-what?” Stiles panted, looking faintly confused.
 
“Nothing,” Peter murmured, ducking his head and pressing another scorching kiss
to Stiles' lips. “Nothing at all.” Stiles moaned and grabbed the back of
Peter's neck to drag him down back into a kiss, his tongue flicking against the
wolf's mouth. Peter growled and nipped at Stiles' lower lip just this side of
playful before fucking his tongue deep into Stiles' mouth. Stiles, however, was
not to be outdone; no matter how much his brain had melted just from Peter's
kiss. (Christ, if Peter could pull him apart with just a kiss, what would sex
be like?) Sliding his hand from under Peter's shirt, he traced along the hem of
his pants to press against the bulge pressed against his zipper. Peter snarled,
pulling back and pressing himself against Stiles' hand, his head dropped
against Stiles' clavicle.
 
“For fuck's sake, Stiles...” his voice was guttural.
 
“What?” Stiles asked innocently, belying the wicked grin on his face. Peter's
eyes flashed in a heartbeat, he had both of Stiles' wrists held in one hand and
pressed over his head. Stiles tugged fruitlessly to get out of Peter's grip and
frowned up at the man.
 
“Don't look at me like that, sweetling,” Peter rumbled, a smirk on his mouth.
“It's only fair.”
 
“Fair my ass,” Stiles grumbled, blushing fiercely when Peter chuckled. Peter's
hips flicked forward and Stiles gasped. Their erections ground together, and
Stiles keened at the feeling. The feeling of his cock trapped tight in his
jeans being pushed against Peter's made his head spin. Peter did it again and
Stiles tossed his head back, making the wolf rumbled appreciatively and duck to
his neck, nipping and sucking at it pleasurably. Stiles hissed at the feeling
before hooking one leg over Peter's hip. The wolf rumbled approvingly, his
other hand gripping at Stiles' knee. “Peter, come on...” Stiles whined,
grinding his hips up against Peter's.
 
“Patience,” Peter chuckled, pressing a light, teasing kiss against Stiles'
mouth. Stiles' eyes narrowed before he brought his other leg up to wrap around
Peter, with a sharp flick of his hips and a solid push from his shoulders.
Stiles managed to surprise the wolf enough to roll them over, re-situating
himself astride Peter.
 
He grinned down at him, enjoying the faint look of surprise on the wolf's face.
Pressing his palms flat against Peter's pectorals, he bent down to press an
open-mouthed kiss to the wolf's mouth. Peter deepened it, tilting his head just
enough for Stiles to have to tilt his own back, the two of them were pressed
chest to chest. The werewolf's hands came to rest upon Stiles' waist, his
thumbs dragging circles along the boy's hipbones. Stiles shivered, shifting
restlessly in Peter's lap, making him groan into the kiss. Suddenly, Peter
dragged his hands up, rucking the teen's shirt up with it before he could tug
the fabric over his head and toss it in the direction of god-knows-where.
Stiles shuddered again, but this time for a different reason. The teen pulled
back slightly, uncertainty in his eyes. Peter smiled up at him and slowly sat
up, until the two were sat facing one another, Stiles still in the wolf's lap.
The teen fought against the urge to cross his arms, feeling self-conscious. He
knew he shouldn't be, that he had been half-naked in front of Peter loads of
times. And he knew he wasn't exactly bad looking, that he had a decent amount
of muscles -lean and wiry. But that didn't make this any less... intimidating.
Peter traced his hands up Stiles' arms, pausing to squeeze at the biceps
appreciatively before cupping the boy's face in his hands.
 
“Beautiful...” he murmured, before pressing a soft and sweet kiss against
Stiles' mouth.
 
“Liar,” Stiles grumbled, though something inside of him loosened as he relaxed
once again. Peter smirked.
 
“Never to you, sweet.”
 
“Psycho,” Stiles couldn't help but tease before twining his arms around Peter's
neck and tugging the wolf down for a kiss. Peter chuckled into the kiss and
wrapped his own arms around Stiles' waist, tugging him in tight. The two ground
together again, sending sparks up their spines. Stiles tugged at Peter's shirt
fruitlessly until the wolf got the hint and leaned back just enough to ruck it
up and over his head. Stiles' hands danced along the man's navel before dipping
down to tease at the hem of his jeans.
 
Peter rumbled warningly, but Stiles couldn't bring himself to care. His hands
danced over the fly for a few moments before he managed to muster up enough
courage to undo them; Peter didn't stop him but there was a certain amount of
tension in his body now that there wasn't before. Slipping his hand into the
now opened jeans, Stiles was surprised when his hand met only bare (hot, so
fucking hot) skin. He pulled back out of the kiss and looked down suspiciously
before turning back to Peter.
 
“Commando, Creeper? Really?” Peter snickered.
 
“I didn't want anything more than necessary to hinder you. Is it a problem?”
Stiles shivered as the werewolf slipped his hands down to cup his arse,
kneading the muscles there. Stiles glared at him as best he could when he brain
was short-circuiting and slipped his hand further down, circling and squeezing
the hardened flesh that he found. Peter swore, his hips bucking sharply as his
hands squeezed Stiles' arse. The teen twitched forward but didn't relinquish
his grip as he slowly began to drag his hand up and down, sliding his thumb
across the head of Peter's cock on every pass. The angle was weird, obviously,
and Stiles wasn't well coordinated as he figured it out. But he knew what he
liked, so he tried to apply that to Peter. He may not be experienced, but he
was thorough. Peter growled low in his throat as the boy squeezed the base of
his cock teasingly. “Stiles...” the wolf ground out, his eyes flashing
dangerously.

“What?” Stiles smirked coyly. But the boy had learnt his lesson from last time,
so instead of letting the werewolf reply, he slid himself backwards, until he
was sitting on Peter's knees. Bending forward, he placed a kittenish lick to
the tip of the man's erection. Peter grit his teeth together, one hand burying
itself in Stiles' hair as the other clawed at the earth below. The taste was
heady and musky, and the scent of Peter made Stiles' head spin. Relaxing his
jaw, the teen began to drag his tongue up the hardened flesh, swirling around
the tip lightly. After a few moments of this, his hands kneading at Peter's
thighs and stroking his abdomen, Stiles latched his mouth over Peter's cock and
suckled the tip.

“Fuck!” Peter just managed to catch himself before he bucked sharply up into
Stiles' mouth, the soft wet heat and the consistent suction made him slowly
lose his mind. “Fuck, Stiles!”

“That is the plan, isn't it?” Stiles teased, giving him a shit-eating grin
before ducking his head and sucking with renewed vigour before Peter could
reply. Peter groaned; long, low, and loud. It made pleasure curl in Stiles'
lower belly. Ducking deeper, Stiles exhaled and tried to take Peter as deep as
he could. He pulled back just before he felt himself gag and did it again;
Peter's hips flicking ever so slightly every time he did so, and his hand
tightening in Stiles' hair. Stiles swirled his tongue around the head of his
cock and flicked just below the head, at the same time as he squeezed the base.
Peter swore again, but this time, his grip on Stiles' hard was tugging him
upwards. Stiles let go of his prize with a small pop before following the
directions back up to Peter. The wolf tugged him into a fierce kiss, tongues
tangling and duelling. When they finally pulled back, Peter's eyes were glowing
a bright, iridescent blue.

“Stiles,” he said, slightly breathless, “if you keep that up, this'll end
before it begins.”

“Really?” Stiles burst out before he could help it, his eyes wide with
surprise. Peter chuckled as Stiles blushed almost immediately afterwards, he
kissed the teen long and slow.

“Really,” he murmured against his mouth, his hands going to undo Stiles' own
pants. Following his urging, Stiles slipped out of his jeans and boxers, shoes
and socks following fast. Peter pulled him back onto his lap immediately, the
fabric of Peter's jeans scratching lightly at the inside of his legs, making
him shift. Peter's hand drifted low, tracing his hole lightly, making him buck
at the sensation.

His fingers slipped down the backs of his thighs, down under his ass. Stroking
and lifting him, pressing a lubed finger in. And Stiles wants to tell him how
strangely good it feels but the only thing that comes out is Peter's name. Over
and over. Stiles making a sound somewhere between a gasp and whine , a small
noise escaping his heavenly mouth each time Peter curled his finger. He slowly
inserted another finger and scissored the two, Stiles keeping his eyes squeezed
shut and rutting against the digits inside him. Peter inserted a third finger,
causing Stiles to let out a low whimper. His curled and scissored his fingers,
trying to get him fully stretched for his length. Stiles squirmed and writhed
against him, letting out a loud gasp when Peter found his prostate. He rubbed
against it lightly with all three fingers and Stiles seemed to go insane at the
overwhelming sensation, vigorously moving himself around in tight circles,
trying to get Peter’s fingers deeper.
 
“Fuck, please, Peter..”

Peter poised his incredibly hot hard member at Stiles' entrance, struggling to
restrain himself at least a little, he promised himself he would take it
slowly. Stiles grunted and pushed back, forcing Peter into him. Peter whined.
He was struggling not to thrust in and out of Stiles so hard . He pulled out
slowly, so just the tip of him remained inside. He waited as long as he could
before pushing back in causing both men to moan in pleasure. Stiles slowly
moved his hips to meet Peter's in rhythmic timing. Once he felt use to it he
climbed off of the man's lap and lay on the blanket looking up at him,eye's
slightly lidded.
 
Peter crawled over him and positioned his cock next to the boy's entrance
before he thrust it gently, the boy's legs wrapping round his waist. One more
thrust and that was it. Peter lost it. He took hold of Stiles' hips, hard
enough to bruise, and began pounding into him with little restraint. Somehow he
was unerringly able to hit Stiles' prostate without even trying.
 
It was becoming increasingly hard for either of them to focus on anything other
than the feel of their bodies together. Peter was thrusting as deep as he
could, until their bodies were flush against each other. Stiles was grinding
forcing them together deeply and quickly. But they were coming undone, they
were on the edge of letting go completely.
 
Stiles could feel the power building up inside him, from the tips of his
fingertips to his toes. Peter grunted in confusion when Stiles' eyes shined
fully yellow ,no white in sight. The boy was in a trance staring up at the sky,
eyes glazed over.
 
The next thing Peter knew there was a bright light, a unrecognisable screech
like sound and Peter was certain he had the best orgasm he had ever had. He
came hard inside Stiles, who was now back on this plane and had unloaded all
over both of their stomachs, he kept whispering Peter's name. He pulled out,
placing a kiss on the boy's lips before he rolled onto his back next to him.
 
“That was the weirdest and best sex I have ever had.” Peter gasped as he pulled
the younger boy into a hug. Stiles chuckled against his skin. But the smile
slowly dissipated.
 
“When you destroy something ,part of your soul doesn’t come back.”Stiles
whispered as he tried to get his breathe back, he could feel that things (they
may not have been humans but they were still alive) had died here at his hands.
 
“I know what you mean...” Peter sighed before he adjusted himself, dressing
quickly before he helped the boy up and into his clothes too. “You are not
tainted because of this Stiles, you are a hero. Remember that.”
The boy was silent the whole drive home, but he had a huge ass smirk plastered
on his face as he stared out of the window. He ended up falling asleep against
it,smile still present. The older man carried him to his room. Peter tucked the
boy into his bed, he looked so peaceful considering how worn out he was and
everything the boy had been through.
“Tonight you will sleep and you will dream of a world far better than this one.
A world where there is no evil, no demons and everyone wants to be good.” He
whispered into the boy's ear before he placed a kiss on his forehead and left.
Beacons hills was safe for now and so was Stiles and it was wrong, selfish in
fact, but Peter was going to leave the town for awhile. Stiles was better off
without him,he didn’t need him to distract him from school, the boy had so much
potential and he didn’t need someone who breaks everything to be near him. He
would be back,yet not for awhile,because family meant everything to him ,and
that's what Stiles was...family.
 
He felt a tug on his sleeve, he followed the pull, expecting to see Stiles
grasping his wrist but their wasn’t a hand, the mark on his wrist was burning
and glowing. He looked at the boy's face he looked like he was in physical
pain. He wasn’t allowed to leave...he couldn’t. He smiled and a small chuckle
left his lips before he kicked his shoes and jeans off and climbed in next to
the boy, one over his chest resting on his heart whilst the other wrapped
underneath him. He placed kisses on the back of his neck as he mouthed 'I love
you'. He had found his anchor, in a little witch.
Chapter End Notes
     With massive input from @TheLastTactician, if you don't check her out
     you are going to hell, this chapter would not have happened without
     her.
      
     This is complete for now, however there is a possibility for another
     series or oneshot in the future just not right now
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