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Supernatural masterlist

A list of my supernatural fanfic

All fem reader

Crowley

Maybe it is love

Escaping hell part 1

Escaping hell part 2

Escaping hell part 3

Escaping hell part 4

Where I fell in love

Dean Winchester

The King's bounty hunter

Lucifer

A prayer to the devil

A real imaginary friend part 1

A real imaginary friend part 2

A real imaginary friend part 3

A real imaginary friend part 4

Feathers

First Christmas

Preferences

For Dean, Crowley and Lucifer

He says I love you

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Supernatural preferences ~First time he says I love you!

First time he says I love you

Dean, Crowley, Lucifer x reader

Shorts

 

Dean Winchester

You wasn’t sure what your relationship with Dean was. You didn’t date, not with the hunters lifestyle but you surely had to be more then friends with benefits. lately you wasn’t so sure, he didn’t kiss you outside of sex, didn’t hold your hand. He was always flirty but maybe that’s just who he was. While sex with Dean was fantastic part of you wanted more. You wanted something real not just every now and then. Difficult hunts, stressful days you would be in the oldest Winchesters bed but you wanted him on good days too.

 

You tried to push away your thoughts about Dean and focus on the job. The three of you had pulled up to a vampire nest, the original information you guessed 2 no more than 3 of the suckers inside. Your info was wrong, 6 vampires occupied the abandoned barn they called home. You managed to kill one closest to you by taking his head off with a machete, then everything went black.

 

Another vampire had came up behind you, hitting you in the back of the head. Sam and Dean had managed to kill the rest, each taking some cuts and bruises.

 

Dean screamed your name when he seen you on the floor. Both brothers ran to you, Sam checking for a pulse. When he felt the strong beat of your heart he nodded at Dean, who picked you up carrying you out to his impala. Letting Sam drive he held you trying to engage you to wake.

 

It wasn’t long before you were back at the cheap motel, still unconscious. Dean laid you down on the bed while Sam ran out for first aid supplies and a strong drink for Dean. Sam had known his brothers feelings for you even if Dean didn’t. He also knew Dean couldn’t take another loss especially y/n.

 

Alone, Dean started talking out loud, saying all the things he wished he’d said before and all the things he didn’t know how to say when your were awake. “I’m so sorry y/n. I should never of let this get so far, let you get sucked into my world. Everyone I get close to dies so I promised myself I’d never fall in love, I’d never let someone close die again. But then you came along and I broke each one of the promises I made myself. I fell in love you y/n, so please wake up come back to me don’t let me lose anyone else I love”.

 

At first you wasn’t sure if it was a dream, Dean’s words the raw emotion that went along with them. You let your eyes flicker open, trying to adjust to the overly bright lights of the motel. Dean had finished talking now he looked at the floor. You move your hand reaching over to touch his arm “takes more than a sneak attack from a bloodsucker to kill me” you say with a smirk. “But I love you to Dean” you add, wincing a smile.

 

His eyes light up, you not sure if it’s just because you had come too or because you told him you loved him back. He leaned down to kiss you being gentle not knowing the full extent of your injuries. As you pull away you couldn’t stop smiling at him, “well it’s about time you two told each other” Sam teased walking in the door.

 

After they stitched up your head up, you all eat and drank, you smiled for the rest of the night laying in Dean’s arms happy he felt the same way you did. Sam left you both alone after finishing his food. Dean turned to face you “I thought I’d lost you tonight, my biggest regret during that moment was I never told you how much you mean to me and how much I love you” he says again.

 

“Dean look at me I’m alive, and you’ve told me, I love you too” you reassure him. Dean kisses you, picking you taking you to his bed, this time you knew it was more than just sex.

 

 

Crowley

Crowley had been missing for a few weeks, this wasn’t unusual it could be months before you seen the King of hell. This time something felt different.

 

The last you or the Winchesters saw him was when Dean let him go and he went against Abaddon. You kind of missed Crowley not being a prisoner, you missed talking to him when you couldn’t sleep. Without really noticing you’d falling for the demon, his charms, his rare tenderness even you were surprised he was capable of.

 

Something about the final trial changed Crowley, the boys might not had seen it but you did. From the talks about his childhood and listen to whatever it was on your mind. The way he looked at you especially when you were alone he’d  have you weak in the knees. Yep you’d fallen for the king and now he was gone you were left fully aware how demons didn’t have feelings.

 

He was in the wind, probably planning how to kill Abaddon and take back hell then after that how to kill the Winchesters and you for keeping him a prisoners, injecting him human blood to close hell.

 

However the truth was something no-one could have seen coming. Crowley was on his way back to hell but found out how much of his demons had betrayed him he decided to go for a drink. Soon he found himself in a hotel room, a dead bartender on the floor and a needle full of her blood in his veins.

 

Letting the emotions wash over him Crowley lay in the king size bed not caring about hell, or revenge of the Winchesters but only on y/n. The girl he’d fallen for. After Sam had given him his first taste of humanity in decades it opened up other thoughts and feelings each and every one about y/n.

 

As a demon the most Crowley had ever seen her as was pretty and someone he’d happily have in bed but nothing more. Now those feeling grew especially after she would sit with him, open up to him listen to him and not just for useful in for the Winchesters. In fact early on in his capacity he fed y/n info to see how fast she’d tell the boys, now he’d escaped he found out she’d not told them not sold him out, maybe she did care for him.

 

He’s been in this room for weeks, using a low mark demon to keep him in supply of fresh blood and tabs on hell. Soon he released the demon had betrayed him, telling Abaddon everything, including his new addiction and feelings to match it. He needed help, and the only person he could call, Dean Winchester.

 

Dean agreed to come and thankfully agreed to leave y/n at the bunker. Crowley couldn’t risk being high on blood with her, he couldn’t risk her or the Winchesters finding how he’d fallen for y/n how ever since that first drop of blood he craved her, craved her love back. But how could she love a demon like him.

 

You sat at the table reading a lore book Sam had given you. Deans phone rang, the caller I.D 666. You felt you heartbeat quicken knowing its deans number for the king of hell. “what do you want Crowley?” you heard him say as he answered the phone.

 

You couldn’t hear Crowley, but you could normally guess half by Dean’s replies. “are you drunk?” he said looking both confused and annoyed by the call. There was a long pause from Dean, this time you had no clue that was being said. “wait, wait just stay there we’ll be right there, don’t move” Dean said angrily.

 

When he put the phone down you asked what’s going on. “Crowley drunk or something but he wants me and Sam to come to him, I think it could be a set up so I want you to stay here. If I don’t call you in 2 hours call  Cas tell him where we  went”. He said handing you an address.

 

“no if its a trap I’m coming with you.” You argue. Dean refused telling you its better your at the bunker. “It’s Crowley we all know he’ll listen to me if he is just drunk” you say knowing Dean couldn’t argue with that point and feeling he was hiding something.

 

“look Crowley said not to bring you, I don’t know what’s going on but he was adamant your not to come so stay here till we know what’s going on” Dean said before leaving.

 

You felt stunned, but not truly surprised. He was free, back to being a full blown demon why would he want to see or speak to you again. You tried not to feel hurt but over the next few lonely days, you couldn’t help it.

 

By the time Sam and Dean came back you’d moved passed hurt and upset. Now you were angry and pissed off. You ignored Crowley when he entered the bunker, heading right for your room without a hello to any of them. Your coldness lasted a few days, even after Sam had explained Crowley’s new blood addiction didn’t make you feel better or forgiving.

 

Crowley was pissed, at himself more than anything. He didn’t want y/n seeing him in such a way. A way that was so un-Crowley like, weak and emotional. Most of all he didn’t trust himself not to spill out those feelings to you.

 

But y/n being mad at him now, somehow felt worse than the embarrassment he imagined. He knew how forgiving you could be maybe if he apologies tell you he didn’t want to shit you out, he could have some kind of friendship again even if it’s all he had with you.

 

Crowley waited for the Winchesters to leave on a quick salt and burn. As Dean warned Crowley they would only be a few hours. But a few hours was all he needed.

 

He waited for you to come out your room, humans needed food sooner or later and with you avoiding him you’d skipped dinner the night before. He didn’t wait long, you thought Crowley had gone with the boys or Sam would have locked him up till they came back.

 

You walked down the hall listening to the empty silence. Happy not to run into anybody you start making something to eat. “hello love” he said, his accent sending your heart racing. You head reminding you not to fall for his charms and stay bad at him. Ignoring him you continue to what you were doing keeping you back to him.

 

He sighed now knowing it might not be as easy as the originally thought. “look I know you mad, whatever it is I’m sorry. I thought we were friends..” spin around fast, catching Crowley by surprise and cutting him off mid-sentence.

 

“friends, yeah that’s what I thought we were too. And as for not knowing what you did, we’ll I guess that truly shows me how little you know or think about me.” You turn to get your snacks and leave.

 

Crowley snapped his fingers, appearing in front of you, blocking your path. “You mad because I asked moose and squirrel for help and not you” he said but it sounded like a question.

 

“no I’m mad you didn’t want me there, I’m mad that you needed help but mine wasn’t good enough, I thought we were.... Well I don’t know what I thought but I guess the second you become free you forgot all about me” you yelled back.

 

Crowley grow annoyed, how could you think he didn’t see you as a friend. “that’s what you think? Well you’re all I thought. I didn’t want you there because I was ashamed, I didn’t want you there because the blood effected me in ways I didn’t want anyone to see. I didn’t want you there because I didn’t want you to know I love you okay. When I was in the blood all I could think was how much I loved you but how I certainly wasn’t the guy for you, a demon isn’t exactly what a hunter looks for in a boyfriend”

 

You were speechless and had almost stopped listening after ‘I love you’. Crowley had gone silent looking and waiting for your reaction, part of hoping he hadn’t just nailed the coffin of your friendship shut. “I think I love you too” you whisper back still stunned by his words.

 

“you do?” Crowley asked a smile now replacing his previous snarl. He stepped closer clicking his fingers making your food disappear.

 

Normally you would have been annoyed but right now you didn’t care food was an after thought. “of cause I do, I’m human Crowley. Don’t you think after all the time we spent in the dungeon talking I wouldn’t develop some sort of feelings”. You answer.

 

Crowley wraps his arms around you kissing you sweetly “how about I take you out and get you some real food and we can explore our FEELINGS” says snapping his fingers taking you on your first real date.

 

 

Lucifer

You had always known the devil to be evil. From a child your taught the devil, ruler of hell will punish the naughty. Growing up you learnt about how the Winchesters had met the devil, how Sam had been his meat suit. How he wanted to destroy the earth.

 

After meeting the Lucifer your mind began to change. He was witty, always found a way to make you laugh. He oozed danger and gave a whole new meaning to hot as hell. But what you found out was most of what you grow up to be taught was a spin on the truth. Firstly hell punished sinners not Lucifer personally, next how God made him a bad guy, the villain of his story and lastly you found a sweet side of him no one saw.

 

You first kissed about a month ago and since then your closeness had become noticeable. Today it was just you and Lucifer alone in the bunker. Sam and Dean off on a hunt, asking you to keep an eye on their newest house guest.

 

You both laid in bed cuddled up after taking full advantage of the alone time. You had your head on his chest eyes closed, enjoying your night of passion with the devil.

Lucifer watched you happy to see a peaceful look on your face as his hand made small circles on your shoulder. You favourite film on the telly making up background noise.

 

“I think I love you”  he said calmly like it was nothing, no like it was such an important thing to say. Your eyes flew open, lifting your head to look at him.

 

“did you just say you think you love me?” you ask in disbelief.

 

“well I’ve never felt love but if these movies are right, they show love as someone you care about, who you want to spend all your time with. Someone who makes you feel happy in a way no-one else does. Someone you want to hold and kiss all the time” as he spoke he pulled you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“Someone you’d die for someone you’d do absolutely anything for including being a better person. So if all that’s what love is? Then yes I love you because that’s how I feel about you and when I’m around you.”

 

You bit your lip hiding the Cheshire cat smile on your face. “that sounds like love to me” you say leaning up to place a small sweet peck on his lips. “I know it’s love its exactly how I feel about you, I’ve loved you for a while now Lucifer”. You tell him.

 

He cups your face pulling you into a more passionate, meaningful kiss. “well then I do love you” he says. You smile you’d hadn’t just fallen for the devil but he’d fallen for you too.

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

List of all my teen wolf fanfics

Peter Hale

He did it again

Missed you

Remember me

Guess who's going to be a father

Unexpected wedding guest

The bad guy

The hunter

Your anchor, your alpha

I'm with him now

Stuck

Black light party

Surprise

Back home

Student vs the master

Training

A dangerous date

Savior

Snowed in

Tree shopping

Lonely this Christmas

Something we're not fighting

Living without you is driving me insane

Busted NSFW

Dreams and wishes

Your mine! NSFW

Babysitting NSFW

A valentines hunt

You're not weak

Secrets part 1

Secrets part 2

Secrets part 3 NSFW

Derek hale

Revenge

Stakeout

Coffee shop

Pool hall

His new anchor

Baby blues

Mistletoe

Misunderstanding

Set up

Theo Reaken

What happened last night NSFW

Stay with me

Secret meetings

Liam Dunbar

Bait

Chris Argent

Home for Christmas

Preferences

How you met

Says I love you

Does something special

Finding out he's a werewolf

He gets jealous

You get jealous

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Secrets part 3 Peter Hale

Paring - Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings - smut finally

Part 1. Part 2

You drove straight to Derek’s, still feeling a little shaken up after what Theo had done. Outside Peters Shelby wasn’t there, you didn’t know if you were happy or sad not to see it. When you got inside to your surprise Peter was there sat reading his book. He’d actually agreed to car pool with you.

 

Stiles and Liam both cheered as you walk in, Stiles calling you a good luck charm after the win today. How you managed to get coach to listen to your ideas. For the next few hours you all laughed, talked, drank and ate.

 

It was at this point, Derek being one of the closest to you noticed your neck. “what happened” he said, Peter now in his feet coming over to see. You explain about Theo’s threat and how he tried to strangle you.

 

“I’m gonna kill the little runt” Peter said heading for the door. You grabbed his arm, stopping him.

 

“don’t, Stiles’ dad’s took him, Coach is having him expelled and if he’s stupid enough to back at me then you all have my permission to kill him. But for now can we just forget about it” you say to him. Peter clenches his jaw but agrees he’ll leave Theo to sheriff Stilinski for now.

You watch Peter return to his book as Lydia pulls you to one side asking to talk. Stepping away to a more private part of the loft you wait to see what’s wrong. “what’s going on with you and Peter?” she asks outright.

 

You blush “nothing, what do you mean?” you say coyly. Maybe you needed to tone down your stirring at the handsome wolf.

 

“I seen him today at the game, his arms around you before fighting with Theo. Are you two dating now?” she asks a little concerned.

 

Shaking your head no “that was to wind up Theo. Peters version of leave her alone I think, not like it worked” you told her, not really sure why Peter had started on Theo the way he did. “and besides even if I did like Peter, I don’t think he likes me like that”. You say looking down not letting her see the sadness you felt.

 

“oh, I doubt that. The way he is around you, looks at you. I think Peter likes you, I’ve always thought that especially after you saved him” she says.

 

You wished it was true but knew differently, you’d kissed him wanted more he told you no. “No, I think Peter just likes the game, I know he wouldn’t want me like that” you say hoping to end the conversation.

 

Lydia eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t question it. She looks over at Peter who watches y/n out the corner of his eye like he’d always done. She was going to ask him but knew Peter would never tell her the truth.

 

Peter sat just watching everyone else, what he always did when Scott used the loft for after games celebration. It was only pack members but for Peter it was still way too many.

 

He glanced over to y/n now she’d finished her chat with Lydia, he was about to gain your attention until Liam got it first asking her to dance. To Peter’s annoyance you agreed, going over to dance with him, Lydia, Stiles and Malia.

 

Peter growled watching as they young pups hands tried to move down your body. He found himself thinking how dare Liam touch what’s his, even if you wasn’t, its all Peter truly wanted. He hated even more you hadn’t stopped it. That you just moved slightly so he wasn’t touching anymore still laughing and dancing.

 

For the third time Liam’s hand come inches away from your ass. This time you decide not to move out of his way, nope you decide to see Peter’s reaction. Your eyes lock with his, he’s stirring with a snarl. You wink at him hoping to push him to come over do or say something but he doesn’t.  He gets up and walked to his old room. You sigh Peter hadn’t got jealous.

 

With Peter gone and the song finished you went to find something to drink. Everyone turned seeing the loft door open, Cory walked in scanning the room. Mason was happy to see about to give him a hug but Cory walked past him straight to Scott, his eyes flicking to you.

 

“Theo’s been arrested and he thinks Peter is up to something. He says Peters an alpha and y/n’s in danger” Cory blurted out. You sigh, it wouldn’t take Theo long to spill Peters secret.

 

Everyone looks at you, taking one or two breaths trying to keep your heart beat stable. “is this true” Scott asked.

 

“not as far as I know” you say hoping the wolfs wouldn’t notice the lie. After being with Theo you learned how to control some tell-tale signs of lying. “Theo has been arrested for trying to kill me” you tell Corey showing him your neck. So now he’s using lies, he knows I’m living in Peters and trying to find a way to turn you lot against him. Peter wouldn’t hurt me, in fact Peters been more respectful in the last two weeks than Theo has in two years. So what ever he’s told you Cory ignore it, I would.” You say hoping the rest believe you.

 

Derek agrees “y/n right Peter would never hurt her, yes he’d hurt a lot of people but I don’t think he’d do anything to her” he says knowing his uncles not so secret feelings for y/n. Although the Peter being an alpha was something Derek wasn’t sure about, it’s possible but surely he’d know.

 

Peter walks down the stairs “what have I meant to done now” he smirks. He’s eyes meet yours a small head tilt and smile tells you he’d heard what you said.

 

“Theo thinks your an alpha”  Scott says eyeing up Peter, arms folded, more or less asking the question without words.

 

“if I was Scott, you’d be dead” Peter jokes knowing they wouldn’t question it more. “anyway I’m ready to head home, y/n shall we your my lift” add.  You nod saying your goodbyes.

 

Once in the car Peter seemed quiet lost in his own thoughts. “thanks” he said eventually.

 

“what for?”  you asked not sure what he was thanking you for.

 

“keeping my secret. You didn’t have to lie for me but you did so thank you” he said.

 

You smiled, you had promised you’d keep his secret and did. Even if Theo knew the truth you still wouldn’t rat Peter out. “I keep my promises, I’m a good girl like that” you say.

 

Peter laughs but doesn’t look up at you. “I’m sorry Theo outed you” you say. Peter just shrugs it wasn’t your fault.

 

“sorry he tried to strangle you” he said, thinking he was party to blame for pushing Theo. Also making a mental note to kill him next time he saw him. You smile back saying wasn’t his fault.

Back at the penthouse you walk in the door, as soon as it shuts you take your t-shirt off, showing of your sports bra. Dumping the top in the washing basket you say to Peter your getting in the shower. Giving him a full view of your body hoping after today he’d still be in a touchy mood.

 

Peter headed straight to his whiskey cabinet. His mixed feeling were getting the better of him, ten minutes ago he was jealous then seeing you lie for him made him love you so much more. And then your mini show for him then left almost nothing to his imagination.

 

 He downed his drink refilling it, tonight he was going put an end to this dam game once and for all. No matter what you decide he was done playing.

 

You come down after your shower in short pyjama shorts and top. You didn’t miss the way Peters eyes widened as you walk past swaying your hips.

 

You watch Peter, he seems off you’d noticed it since the game ended. You smirk a thought coming to your head a way get what you want and cheer him up.

 

You open the fridge, getting out a bottle of juice, choosing not to have alcohol so he can’t say your drunk this time. You stretch up high reaching for one of the glasses on the taller shelf, making little noises to get his attention. Once you have the glass you smile giving him a small wink but he didn’t smile back. He turns his head away.

 

You sigh, filling the glass you walk to where he’s sat, sitting on the arm of the chair. “you know sour wolf is Derek’s nickname. This kind of pouting doesn’t look good on you” you say, swinging your legs over his, one foot resting on the top of his thigh, your toes dangerously close to his package.

 

“what are you doing y/n” he asks, unsure what else to do with his mixed feelings right now.

 

“I’m hoping to put a smile on your face, plus I owe you a thank you for coming to the game today” you say moving your toes a little to tease him.

 

He sighed keeping his face straight “I think you should stop y/n” he tone was stern.

 

You look at him confused, the first night from the bar flashing back at you. Maybe you worry wasn’t for nothing, maybe he really didn’t want you.

 

“Trying to find a way to cheer you up, do you really want me to stop. Peter.” You say nudging your foot over his cock.

 

Peter grabbed your foot, “y/n stop, I can’t do this anymore” he said looking you in the eye. Seeing your smile fade he went on to explain. “I can’t play this game we’ve been playing. I thought I could but I can’t.” He says low

 

You didn’t speak, just watch as he runs his hand though his hair, thinking about what he wanted to say next “I can’t handle your looks, touches the way you act like you want me. I can’t handle you falling asleep on my knee and I certainly can’t handle carrying you to bed and it not being mine. Ever since we kissed that night after the bar, all I think about is how much I want you, how you should be mine. How foolish I was acting like the good guy, pushing you away say no because you were drunk and upset, when I should have been the selfish bad guy”

 

He’s words were cut off when you grab him, smashing your lips with his. He was surprised by your action and didn’t move, just closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you on his lips.

 

You pull back biting back a smile “good, I don’t think I could of handled it any more too, I was hoping you would have said something sooner” you say. This time Peter kisses you, this one more passionate but still light and closed mouthed.

 

His hand slides up the outside of your leg finding your hip. “I promised you I wouldn’t sweetheart, that night I gave you a choice, if you still wanted me in the morning I’d take you to bed, or promise I’d never bring it up” he laughed as his fingers traces circles on your hips.

 

You giggle, almost forgetting he’d said that “then take me to bed Alpha” you playfully order.

 

Peter had other ideas, he pulled you off the arm of the chair onto his lap. Kissing and nipping at you neck “thought you’d never ask” he said flashing his eyes red, scooping you do he can stand with you still in place.

 

You playfully slap him before kissing and biting his jawline and neck. He carries you up the stairs to his room, finally getting the girl he’d wished for and this time he wasn’t going to let you slip away. Peter laid you on his bed gently, leaning over you stirring deep into your eyes “you definitely want this sweetheart?” he asked once last time. You didn’t answer with words. Capturing his lips on yours pulling him closer for more.

 

Peter grabbed the hem of your vest top, slowly sliding it up, his lips following the material until he reached your boobs. He nips and kisses the parts of your boos that isn’t hidden by your black lace bra as he pulls your top off completely.

 

“Peter” you moan. He smiles at you as he comes back for another fast, hungry passionate kiss. He didn’t care how much you beg, he was going to take his time. He was going to make sure you never wanted anyone else but him after tonight.

 

You watched Peter when he broke the kiss apart, pulling his own shirt over his head. You look over his chest, taking in every line, curve and  ripple that makes him. Leaning up on your elbows to get a better, fuller view of him as he started to undo his jeans.

 

You bit your lip, as he slowly slid them off tossing the behind him. He smirked “like what you see” he chuckled before sliding his hand up your legs pulling down your shorts leaving you in your underwear. This time it was Peters turn to admire you, his eyes raked up and down your body “beautiful” he said coming to kiss you.

 

Your hands went to his chest, trailing around his neck, as you pull the hair at the back of his head. Arching your back so he can unclasp your bra he throws it the away like he did his jeans. He leans back to look at you again before kissing your boob his and playing with the other one.

 

Running your hands across his shoulders, digging your nails in as he bites on your nipple rolling the hardened bud in his teeth. You could already feel how hard Peter is, his member pressing against the top of your thigh. You moved your hips to grind against him.

 

Peter took it as a hint, he gently let his fingers down your stomach, sending goose bumps over your skin. He rubbed your covered core making you moan, under his touch. He smiled feeling how wet you were for him, how your body reacted to him. His kisses follow the same path his hand had stopping just above your pantie line. He pulls them down not taking his eyes from yours.

 

He only looks away when there off and he kisses his way up your legs biting your inner thighs. You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair as he licks along clit. You hum and whine as he teases you with his tongue, wanting and needing more. “quit teasing please Peter” you say.

 

“only because you said please”  he chuckles, sliding a finger in you. Your hips buckle as he wastes no time finding the spots that make you cry his name. It wasn’t long before he adds a second. He let’s them explore you, taking in the places that make you moan and cry for him. Before bringing his tongue too your clit to increase the pleasure you felt.

 

Peter knew you were close and didn’t let up swapping his mouth for his thick thumb. “cum for me sweetheart, I want to see you come apart for me” he practically sang. Before you knew it you were pushed over the end, clenching around his fingers, screaming a mix of ‘oh god and Peter’

 

Peter brought his fingers to his lips humming as he licked your cum from them. Leaning over you he kisses you, you feel his tip at your entrance. He let’s it roll along your swollen lips and cups your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long sweetheart” he says lining himself up.

 

He slowly enters you, feeling bigger than you imagined filling and stretching you in the most amazing way. The growl he makes, almost animalistic once he’s deep as he can go. “fuck me Peter” you cry, you didn’t have to ask twice, for him to start moving.

 

Peter was anything but gentle and you loved it. His thrusts were hard and sharp, hitting spots and places you didn’t know existed. You wasn’t gentle too, if Peter didn’t heal, your own scratch marks would have been visible tomorrow.

 

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could he. You whine a little as Peter pulls out but before you could moan any words. He flips you over so your now on your hands, entering you again with one fast hard thrust. Once he was settled inside you, he pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands on your boobs kissing your neck, all you could do was reach up to grab his hair.

 

You moan his name loving the new position your in. He bucks his hips sending a new pleasure though you.  Trying to turn your head, a new wave of arousal filled your stomach seeing him, sweaty, sexy and those bright red eyes. “Peter, make me yours, bite me” you moan out on the verge of your next orgasm. “make me your little wolf, alpha”  you beg. His growl mixed with his dick hitting your g-spot sent you hurling into your orgasm.

 

Your walls clenching around him as he feels you cum on his dick, mixed with your words send Peter over the edge. His thrusts get sloppy but he doesn’t let up, the sound of you begging he let’s his teeth scratch lightly over your neck but resists the urge to sink then in as he cums deep inside you. “your amazing” he whispers, not caring if you heard or not as he slips out of you.

 

You fall on the bed, out of breath, worn out. Peter hands you a drink before pulling you into his arms. Kissing your head

 

**

You laid naked in Peters bed, his arms around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head as you made little soft murmurs in your sleep. He was still stunned last night actually happened, that you’d chosen him, asked and begged for him. He hoped it wasn’t a one time thing. He also hadn’t forgotten your high on sex driven request of becoming his beta, butting and turning her. He wasn’t gonna lie, the thought passed his mind. He almost caved as you clenched around him begging to be his, his little wolf.

 

Peter didn’t do it, almost for the same reason he didn’t sleep with you the first night you entered his penthouse. He worried you’d regret it the next day and hate him for it. He decided he would bring it up again in a few days see how you felt then

 

He smiles as your started to wake, “morning sweetheart” he says, bring his lips close to yours, kind of testing if it was a one night stand for you. To his delight you lean up kissing him. “breakfast? He asked.

 

You shook your head no holding him tighter “I don’t wanna move or you to move, I’m comfy like this” you say. Peter smirks letting himself settle. You stayed there almost an hour, sharing hugs and kisses before you had to get up to go the bathroom. Peter kisses you heading down the kitchen in his boxers.

 

You take a second to take in how yummy his ass looked in the tight silk. When you go down Peter had you a coffee ready. He wanted to bring up what last night meant, if it meant as much to you as it did to him.

 

After breakfast he’d mentally asked you 10 different ways all sounds as bad as the one before. “what’s on your mind?” you ask him noticing him stirring into space.

 

“did you mean what you about wanting to be mine?”  he asked out right, there was no other way to say it.

 

You pull yourself onto his lap looking him deep in the eyes “yes I meant it, I meant it all. I want to be with you, be your little wolf I want you peter” you say before kissing him.

 

He smiles a full happy, and slightly relieved smile. “good it’s all I want too” he says kissing your neck. He promised to bite you on the next full moon but until then you were happy just to be his girlfriend. “you know both Scott’s and Theo’s pack won’t be happy if I turn you” he joked.

 

You kiss him again, “I don’t care what they think,  I want it and I’m happy with you” you say reassuring him. You smirk “buyt until we find a way to tell them it can be our newest secret”

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Secrets part 2 - Peter Hale

Pairing reader x Peter Hale

Warnings, violence, jealously, angst, slow burn, flitty Peter

You take a long breath, thinking that question yourself. After today, Theo’s attitude all you wanted to do was get your stuff and leave. But where would you go. “honestly I’m not sure. I’m gonna see coach use my hand to get out of work. While Theo still here get my stuff and go. The rest I’ll work out later” you say hopeful.

 

“you know you can always come to me if your stuck, we’re still your friends y/n just because Theo was your boyfriend didn’t mean anything changed with us. Yes Stiles was upset but he got over it” she laughed. Giving you a hug. You’d forgotten how forgiving the Mc'Call pack was.

 

Once your hand was strapped up, you both left. “If your free later where all going to Derek’s your more than welcome to come” she offers. You tell her you’ll think about it before going back to work.

 

Coach Finstock took one look at your hand rolling his eyes. “what happened?” he asked.

 

“fight with my ex”  you say watching him laugh. “look any chance I can rest if the day off, we don’t have any practices today and with this hand I won’t be as useful as normal” you ask. To your surprise he agrees and tells you to be in early tomorrow.

 

You got your bag and started walking to the home you shared with Theo. Feeling dread as you turned the key in the door, taking a deep breath you push the door open to get it over with. You try and ignore the memories you both made in this house.

 

Walking in the living room you let the tears fall looking at a photo of you both together. You flip the picture down laying face down. It was over, now you had to do what you came to do, pack up and leave.

 

You started grabbing your stuff from the room, jumping when you hear a voice behind you. “come crawling back” Tracey said with disgust.

 

“No, but after the way Theo begged me to come back today I could if I wanted to” you sass back wanting to know what she was doing here. You had told in a laugh at the look of hate on her face and the stutter nothing.

 

You walk past her to get some of your other things. She turns watching you, you can tell she’s trying to think of a way to get to you. “If he’s so into you, why was he with ME , chose to come to ME have ME bouncing on his cock and not you!” she said smug, each time she said the word me she took a step closer, trying to look intimating.

 

This time you let your held laugh. “oh really, I saw the way he throw you off him. Let me guess the second he walked back after chasing me, he told you to get dressed and get out. Your here now because he’s avoided you and hoping to try and worm your way back in” you tell her.

 

She looks at you with a blank open mouth expression. The realisation hit you “oh my god I’m right, aren’t I.” You laugh.

 

“no” she tries to lie but it’s too late you both know Theo dropped her like she meant nothing.

 

You don’t what came over you, maybe months of feeling the chimera trying to be better than you, pushing you. “what do you think would happen if Theo came home now I told him I was willing to forgive him if he kicks you out if his pack, who do you think he’ll chose, the quick shag he pushed away, or the girlfriend he ran after, cried and begged to take him back?” you couldn’t hide the joy in your face “I think we both know who he would pick”

 

Tracy looked at you for a second, you tried to read the look in her eyes but they were blank. That was until she launched at you. Groaning in pain as the both of you crashed though the coffee table. She held you pinned under her body, and punches you in the face. Dazed and sore everything was a fast blur, you grab the nearest thing a fallen lamp hitting her in the head with it. The rest of the fight was a mix of you both kicking and hitting each other.

 

It was Theo and Cory running through the door that stopped you both. They drag you apart Theo’s voice streaming stop and what’s going on. “ask your little slut, she attacked me”  you yell, holding your face where it hurt.

 

“y/n please, she meant nothing to me” he says moving closer to you. Tracey growling from the corner Cory had her pinned in.

 

You looked at Theo ready to test his loyalty, “really if she means nothing, get rid of her!” you say. A small pause made you fold your arms waiting for his answer.

 

“baby please, she’s nothing just a pack member, I need all the numbers I can get” he tired to plead with you.

 

“I can’t look at you both together without seeing you together so make a choice Theo or I’ll make it for you!” you demand. When he didn’t answer, just mumbles a baby please don’t, you look at him heartbroken “fine!” you say walking upstairs to pack your bag.

 

When you come down Tracy and Cory had gone but you could still see them outside. “y/n don’t go, please you can’t ask me to choose between my pack and you” he pleads. You look trying to find any real emotion in his eyes.

 

“I loved you Theo, I gave up moving abroad with my sister, my friends here. All for you and you can’t give up one pack member for me, you’d never give up your power for me. I know that now, you say you love me but you’ll always love power more. Goodbye Theo, I hope you find what your looking for” you say holding in your tears as you place a final goodbye kiss on his check, walking out with your suitcase before he can stop you.

You drove to the edge of beacon hills preserve, parking the car sitting on the bonnet, finally letting all the held in emotions out. Lost in your own thoughts, was leaving a good idea, should you have given him a second chance or where do you go next. You wasn’t sure how long you’d sat there for, it wasn’t until you notice it was starting to go dark and cold you moved.

 

You thought about Lydia knowing Derek’s wasn’t far away, turning on your engine you decide to go. Outside you looked up at the windows debating whether to go in or call first. Lydia my have invited you but what about the others. Before you had a chance to call, a know on the window spooked you.

 

Peter stood there smiling at you, motioning for you to unlock the door. “well isn’t this a nice surprise seeing you here, I heard you may show up if you left Theo for good”  he says happily getting in the car. You didn’t say anything, when he looks at you his eyes scans your face. “he didn’t that to you did he?” he asks.

 

You shake your head no, “Tracy is responsible for the face n ribs, Theo is only guilty of having a hard head” you say holding up your strapped up wrist.

 

Peter laughed “I heard you gave him one hell of a punch, stiles seems to think if Theo were human you’d of knocked him out” he says with a tone of awe.

 

“thanks I think” you laugh “it felt great at the time, if I’m gonna be honest. Now though part of me regrets it, my hand is killing” you joke.

 

“so you coming up?” he asks about to get out. Your hesitant not sure if your willing to go or not.

 

“I’m not sure, I don’t know if anyone really wants me there, I was really hoping to catch Lydia, she offered me a place to stay, maybe I can till I sort out where I’m gonna go” you say low

 

“I’m hurt sweetheart” he says, placing his hands on his chest “you already have my guest room, I guess you really don’t wanna stay with me” he adds with a fake pout. “just joking but my offer is always there, now come on up, I want you there too maybe you can what ever Si-Fi movie Stiles chooses more bearable” you can’t tell if he’s joking or not at the last part.

 

“okay” you agree, taking one last look in the mirror wiping any make up lines from crying. Peter opened your door, holding out his hand for you. Taking it you step out the car locking it and head to the loft.

 

Inside everyone seemed happy to see you, even Derek gave you a hug saying he’d missed you. You smile catching the small snarl from Peter. Even Stiles wasn’t harsh with you the most sarcastic thing he said was “glad to see you’ve now seen him for what he is”

 

You spent the next hour chilling with the group, stiles put star wars on party annoyed when someone would start talking. Your eyes often drifting to Peter, each time you did his would already be on you. He would pull a face or roll his eyes in a way for just you to see.

 

“y/n, I probably shouldn’t bring this up like this but, have you got somewhere to go tonight or do you wanna stay with me” Lydia asked.

 

You flash a quick look to Peter who’s now paying attention waiting to hear your answer. Wishing your would go home with him.  You smile at Lydia “thanks your too kind but a friend has offered me their guest room for a bit” you say. Not missing the dark and sexy smile Peter gives.

 

After another hour, the movie ended. Scott and Derek were talking about training both not paying attention it had finished. Stiles asks Malia on her opinion of the film, Lydia and Peter both laughing when she asks what it was about still not understanding why he likes it. You noticed Mason and Liam had switched off, trying to talk quite but every now and then you hear Cory and Theo’s names mentioned. Peter comes and stands behind you whispering into your ear “I’m ready to go, you can stay longer if you want”

 

You smile up at him saying to give you a few minutes you’d be ready, you had one thing you needed to do first. Peter nods and heads out the flat. While you walk over to Mason and Liam.

 

“look I know this isn’t my place and I couldn’t help overhearing you before about Cory” you start. Masons shoulders sink as Liam looks defensive by the name. “yes Cory is in Theo’s pack but anything he feels for you is real. And you can trust anything you do or say around him won’t be told.”

 

Liam doesn’t agree “we caught him sneaking around, working for Theo” his smirk begging you for an excuse.

 

You shake your head, “no actually, Theo threatened Cory into spying but when Cory refused to say anything useful he was ordered to do it again but by this point I think Cory had feeling for Mason and told Theo he wouldn’t use Mason for information. It was the first and only time that boy stood up to Theo and that was for him.” You tell Liam.

 

Looking at Mason “it’s up to you but if you like him, go for it. It’s only fear keeping Cory with Theo, remember that” you tell him. Saying bye to the rest of the group you walk out the door catching up with Peter.

 

You follow Peter the short drive to his penthouse, parking next to his Shelby. Peter took your bag carrying it for you. Once inside he let you get settled as he started to cook. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad you thought.

 

It had been two weeks since you moved in and Peter was struggling getting to the stage he couldn’t cope any more. It wasn’t that you were a bat house guest, in fact you were the opposite, you helped cook clean and even picked up shopping. His problem was his own feelings.

 

He couldn’t deal with the way you would walk around in shorts and a vest tops, showing off your legs and cleavage. The easy flirting you both shared, looks smiles winks. The way you would say something suggestive making him ask if you meant it or not. The late night drinks where your fall asleep on his lap and he’d carry you to bed. Most of all he hated putting you in a different bed from his. It wouldn’t have been so bad to just watch you keep telling himself it would never happen but after that kiss last week it’s all he wanted now and had it in his grasp. He hated being a good guy.

 

This morning was no different, Peter walked out of the bathroom wearing just his sweatpants towel drying his damp hair. Something that started driving you crazy, it was hard to tare your eyes from his toned abs.

 

Peter watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. His eyes trail your body loving and hating the coaches outfit you wore. Something about your knee high socks and shorts set his imagination wild. “morning” he says making you turn to look at him. He could help but smirk when he see you eye him up biting your lips as your eyes trail down his chest.

 

“hey” you say “Pancakes?” you offer as you sliding the one you just cooked onto a pile of others. Peter nods coming over to sit by you.  “Are you coming to the game today?” you ask him. It was the first game of the lacrosse session and your first as assistant coach.

 

Peter looked amused “really you think I’d go to a high school sports game, it’s not even basketball. Its much better” he jokes. You knew it was a long shot but maybe with it being a big game for you he might of came. “however maybe I could be persuaded” he adds, with that smirk that makes you weak.

 

Smiling you slide off your stool, coming behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Letting your fingers brush his chest hair. Moving closer your lips almost touching his ear “well if you do come, maybe I can find a way to show my thanks later” you try to sound seductive.

 

The small growl from Peters chest makes you laugh, you wanted to tease him as much as he did to you. Moving back you let your nose lightly brush against his ear. Once back in your seat “maybe you can tell me your favourite meal ill make it for you” you laughed.

 

Peter was going insane, was she doing this on purpose or if she even knew what she was doing. He shook his head, “such a tease, y/n, I should punish you” he said. Unlike y/n Peter knew what his words did to her and if you want to play games he could too. “do you need to be punished sweetheart”  he asked.

 

You bit your lip hoping he was going to come over and spank your ass, do something to end this unspoken game you both played. You keep eye contact with him as he comes closer, arching an eyebrow waiting for an answer. “you wouldn’t punish me Peter, no matter how naughty I am” you say dragging out punish and naughty.

 

Peter leaned down hovering his lips over yours, his eyes flicked from your eyes to lips and back again. You felt yourself shift in your seat about to move forward to kiss him. Peters smirk changed, his arm reaches around you stealing the last piece of bacon from your plate, putting in his mouth. Giving a laugh as he eat it. Just like Peter you hated the game but wouldn’t play it any other way.

 Seeing as Peter finished your breakfast you get ready for work, saying bye to Peter hoping to him at the game.

You were the first one at the school unlocking the doors hoping the team had improved enough to win. Once coach turned up your day was nonstop, he’d made you pull out the bleachers, check equipment,, direct the away team to their dressing room and now had you listening to one of his locker room speeches.

 

You couldn’t take anymore of his independence day nonsense, leaving the room you headed out to the field. You seen Mason and Cory both making their way out to watch. You smiled seeing them holding hands “hi” you shout jogging to catch up with them.

 

“well you two look happy”  you say. They both give each other shy glances but both beamed a smile at you.

 

“I guess we should thank you” Mason said, Cory looked confused. “y/n told me how you stood up to Theo for me. She said I should give you a chance” Mason filled Cory in.

 

You were about to say your welcome until a dreaded voice filled your ears. Tracy came around the corner making you groan. Since living with Peter you’d put Theo out of your head and being busy with the game you didn’t think about them turning up today.

 

“so you leave and still meddle with our pack, Cory how will Theo feel when he finds out your a turncoat” She said as she stalks towards you. Cory pushes Mason away, warning him with his eyes to find help, not sure what was going to happen.

 

You looked at her wanting to scream and shout but you couldn’t. “Tracy if your here for the game then go find a seat, if not then leave students can’t be wandering the halls” you say as professional as possible. Cory smiles a thanks walking off your follow him hoping your teacher like warning was enough. It wasn’t, Tracy steps in front of you her claws out ready to attack.

 

Mason finds Scott and the others panicking telling him to come quick. Theo watches hearing your name he follows. When Cory runs to them and they all run off, Theo brakes into a run too. When he catches up he sees y/n on the floor, Tracy over her with a bloody nose about to claw at her with Kanima venom. “Tracey! Stop!”  Theo roars making his beta jump of his ex girlfriend.

 

Theo grabs her by the throat holding her against the wall as Scott and Cory help you up off the ground. You wasn’t hurt, well not bad maybe some brushing not that was all. You wanted to go and run at Tracy and Theo not sure who you wanted to hit first.

 

Lucky for you Coach Finstock was in the hall too “what the hell is going on?” he demanded looking at you all. Scott looked at you and everyone else looked at him. You say his name but he stops you “actually don’t want to know, now everyone asses on the field.”

 

Theo pushed Tracey away ordering her to move, Scott ran to the field as the others headed to their seats. You looked at coach about to explain but all he did was tell you to get back to work.

 

The first half of the game went smoothly, BHH were leading but not by much, or at least not enough for coach to be happy. You felt annoyed too, after what happened with Tracy you worried about your job and Peter still hadn’t turned up from what you’d seen, the empty chair next to Malia never filled.

 

To make matters worse, Theo was walking towards you. You turn away hoping he’d just go away, walk past you and not look your way. Luck really wasn’t on your side today, “y/n can we talk I wanna say sorry about Tracy” he says.

 

You sigh “you didn’t tell her to attack me, but you can keep her on a leash and away from me” you say about to walk away, find some excuse to look busy.

 

Theo’s body language changes as you feel an arm come around your shoulder. “hello sweetheart, sorry I’m late” Peter say, not taking his eyes from Theo. You smile, nervous at what he’s doing. “is he bothering you, y/n” Peter asks, pulling you in closer to him.

 

Theo takes a step forward, huffing out his chest trying to look harder. “were working a few things out, can you leave and get your filthy hand off my girl” Theo says.

 

Peter couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t about to let Theo worm his way back in and he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. “What is it with you teenagers? You think that you’re so special? You think you can tell me what to do?” Peter said, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek. Really getting under Theo’s skin and yours. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks confused by the whole situation. Peters casual flirting, Theo looking like he’s about to blow.

 

Theo grabbed your wrist dragging you out of Peters gentle hold. “she’s mine” he yelled trying to drag behind him as he squared up to Peter. “go near her and watch” he started to threaten.

 

 “get off me Theo! What the hell are you doing” you scream trying to free yourself. You look at Peter his amused smirk waiting to see what Theo would do next, more importantly what you would do. Once free from his hold “Theo this has to stop, we’re not working anything out we’re over and for good. So just leave me alone”

 

Theo didn’t move at first. His eyes flicking from you to Peter trying to work out what was going on. “so you and him” Theo says in disgust. “this who you’ve been with!”

 

“it’s not like that” you say low. You wasn’t lying but you wish he was right, you wanted a you and Peter. You look at Peter unable to read his poker face. “but even if there was it’s none of your business anymore”

 

Peter played fake hurt “sweetheart you wound me, I thought we had something special” he jokes, making Theo growl his eyes flashing gold.

 

“Peter shut up your not helping” you say seeing Theo’s anger building.

 

“now, now y/n, that’s no way to speak to your alpha now is it” Peter practically purrs.

 

This set Theo off. You imagine it was the word alpha that pushed Theo over the edge. He’d always had a hidden alpha kink the one title he craved. Without warning Theo charged at Peter claws out ripping his V-neck. “your no alpha” and “she’ll never be yours” he shouted.

 

Peter let the young, stupid chimera land his first two or three hits before flashing his own eyes red. Theo looked stunned for a minute letting Peter swipe his claws at the teen. Both of them now had blood on them and if you did do someone one of them most likely Theo would die.

 

You scream for them to stop about 5 times but each one fallen on deaf ears. Your only option was to try and stop them yourself. You wasn’t sure which one of them clawed you, but your cry of pain made them both stop.

 

Theo ran to you asking if you were okay and said sorry over an over. Peter looked down is eyes scanning your injuries, feeling easier when he saw they wasn’t deep. Standing up you look at Theo “No, now just go” was call you could say. Not wanting to argue he did, walking of towards the main gate leaving the school. Vowing to Peter it wasn’t over

 

You look at Peter who’s eyes were back blue. Part of you wanted to ask him what that was all about, why goat Theo into a fight. What was he trying to prove but didn’t have the energy to. You never got a chance the buzzer sounded letting you know the game had restarted. “shit, I gotta go” you tell him running back to work. You would be surprised if you still had a job come Monday.

 

The rest of the game had been trying, both team scoring making the leader bored jumping  back and forth. One of your players taking an injury masking Stiles come on instead. You hated this, five minutes left and both teams drawing. Biting your nail you watch the tean make their play.

 

You jump when you feel a hand come around the back of your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder his other hand finds your hip. “so do you think the wolfs can pull this off” he said not taking his eyes if the game.

 

You laughed “since when did you care how they play, wasn’t sure you were even gonna come” you say leaning back into his chest.

 

“since you asked me, if I’m going do something I give it my full my attention” he answers in his flirty tone.

 

“you know people will start talking, think somethings going on, if you keep holding me like this”  you say but not wanting him to move. You look around to see if anyone was watching, Hayden was, in fact she was stirring and talking on her phone, no doubt filling Theo in.  “or are you doing this to piss Theo off more”  you laugh.

 

“I couldn’t care less about Theo he’s not worth any more of our time, now he knows ‘who’ I am I doubt he’ll be showing his face again. Also would it be so bad if there was something going on between us?” he asked.

 

You bit your lip, feeling your heart race. Your about to tell him no until the winning goal was scored seconds before the final buzzer sounds. For once your team won, Bobby was shouting you over making you jump out of Peters arms, “hold that thought” you say running off to your boss. Peter watches you frustrated wishing you’d look at him how you had in his living the night he took you home.

 

The stands started to empty, everyone happy with the result. Some of the dumping their sticks to run off and celebrate. Coach ordering you to pack up. “okay” you call back start gathering up equipment to put away.  Peter walks over picking up the lacrosse stick, handing it to you. “guess you still have work to do, I’ll see you later” he says but this he seems off. You couldn’t help but smile he’d actually came to say bye.

 

“your going? I’ll see you at Derek’s right?” you question.

 

Peter nodded, “you seem busy so I’ll leave you too it, I’ll see you after” he says

 

“how about you leave your car at yours we can take mine home. No point both of us driving” you say.

 

Peter smirks “wouldn’t people think something going on of we did” he mocked your words from earlier.

 

You look up “would it be so bad if they did” you say back seeing Peters smile change to a more happier one as he goes to turn. “see you later” you say running the sticks into the locker room telling the team to hurry up and get changed. It took you and Bobby Finstock around two hours to fully kick everyone out and lock up the school.

Theo stood in the car park, leaning against your car. You roll your eyes, after today you couldn’t take anymore of his shit. “so your really choosing him over me” he asked, his arms folded.

 

“I’m not choosing him over you, Theo. I’m choosing not to be with you.” You say honestly.

 

“but he doesn’t love you, I do” he said back hoping you would belive him. “he’s going to use you, hurt you it’s who he is” stepping closer, now starting to scare you a little, you take a breath trying not to let him intimidate you

 

“you don’t know what love is Theo. You might be right, Peter might hurt me, he might not but at the end of the day Theo you already HAVE hurt me. Not just by cheating on me but letting power and your pack be more important than me.” You say trying to open your car door.

 

Theo grabs your throat, pinning you to the car “so you really think I’d just let you leave like that” he roars. You start to panic seeing the crazed look in his eye. “your not gonna walk away and betray me, I’d rather kill you first”. He was now squeezing so hard you couldn’t breath, you vision going burly. “If that doesn’t show love, I don’t know what will” he said. You grabbed his wrists, struggling against his power, kicking your your feet at his shins. The panic was real, you thought you were going to die by Theo's hands. His words drowned out by the ringing of your car alarm. Your vision now completely black, lungs stinging for air, all you wished for was Peter.

 

It was the voice of coach, that made Theo get go. You fell to the floor, gasping for breath. When your vision came back into focus, you saw Bobby pinning Theo against your car.  He asked if you were okay and that Stilinski was on his way, you must have blacked out, not hearing him call for anyone. You nod your okay after getting your breath back and calming down, still refusing to go to the hospital even though Bobby insisted you do. Once the sheriff took Theo away, Bobby asked if you wanted driving home, you kindly refuse getting in your car. Looking at the marks Theo left wondering what your gonna say to the others and how Peter will react.

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Secrets part 1 Peter Hale

Pairing former Theo x reader end Peter x reader

Warning cheating, swearing,

Description reader catches Theo with Tracy, Peter finds her offering a shoulder to cry on but how will Theo take it

Story



 

You walked down the dark, damp and dirty tunnels of the dread doctors’ former lab. You hated it here and constantly question why Theo still stayed down here when you both shared a home. You hard a laugh as you got deeper into the tunnel. Rolling your eyes you knew that voice, Tracy Stewart. One of Theo’s  Chimera’s and one you hated most. She’s always flirting with him in front of you, hang on his every word, try to be the best little soldier she could for him.

 

You took a breath before opening the door ready to deal with her antics. As you opened the door you the sight made you freeze in place. Theo was sat on an old hospital gurney that had been left behind. Tracey naked over his lap laughing and moaning as Theo kissed down her neck to her boobs.

 

You didn’t move, frozen until the sound of your handbag hitting the floor, it was at the same sound Theo literally threw Tracy off him. She hit the ground hard about to moan at him for hurting her. He didn’t care, he watched you run back down the hall, shouting your name over and over.

 

With his heightened speed he could have easily caught up to you but when he seen you reach the door/hatch to get in and out, he stopped letting you run. Punching the wall he knew he’d screwed up. He hoped you’d run, cry and come back so he could apologise. Walking back to the room me smirked seeing the bag, you had to come back for. He looked at Tracy who was stood unsure what to do or say. Theo growled at her to get dressed and leave.

 

You ran for as long as you could once you stopped the tears ran down your face. You couldn’t believe he’d do that to you, after everything you’d given up to be with him like your friends, a home. You were more hurt it was with Tracey too, he knew your feelings about her and her flirting. No matter how much you told him she’s flirting he’d laugh and say there was nothing to worry about he only had eyes for you. That thought had you guessing how long had it been going on for, had they been sleeping with each other for the past 2 months.

 

You felt a buzz in your pocket. Looking at your phone it was Theo, you mute the call once the ringtone starts letting it continue to silently ring out. You didn’t want to hear his excuses, all you wanted to do was get in your car and drive as far away as possible, “fuck” you shout, your bag was still in the tunnels. You hadn’t picked it up when you ran. It had your car keys, credit cards, everything in. You wasn’t going back not yet at least. Fishing in your pocket you pull out some cash, wasn’t a lot but enough to get a drink and get out the cold.

 

You looked up at the bar, it looked a bit more expensive than your usual places but right now you didn’t care.

Inside it looked as fancy as the sign did. Theo would never take you somewhere like this, maybe that was a good thing you wouldn’t run into him here.

 

Ordering a drink you staying sat at the bar. You thought about where can you go after here, the bar wasn’t gonna stay open all night. You wanted to call Scott, Lydia even Stiles, who now seen you as sleeping with the enemy. But it was true you did choose Theo over them once and now regret not listening when they told you he was bad news or was using you to get to Scott and the pack.

 

“hello sweetheart” a smooth voice said behind but kind of to your left. You turned seeing Peter Hale next to, gesturing the barman over so he can order a drink. It wasn’t you didn’t like Peter, you just didn’t want to face anyone right now with the way you were feeling.

 

“Oh god, what are you doing here Peter, I thought you’d gone away?” you asked him with an eye roll. the last time you’d seen him was Mexico.

 

“After our last little group encounter I had a little business to attend to but I’m back and better than ever” he said then turned to the barman to order his drink. Something about being better than ever sounded strange and definitely not good but you didn’t care right now what plans he had, more about what plans you needed to make for the night.

 

Peter looked you up and down, you would of missed it if you wasn’t watching him out the corner of your eye. “what’s new with you? Never seen you in here before” he asked.

 

You sigh “nothing came for a quiet drink”. It was a lie and you knew he’d know you were lying too but right now you hoped he’d take the hint you didn’t wanna talk about it. Fat chance with the way he looked at you.

 

He chuckled “oh please something wrong, your here drinking a double of whatever the hell that is. Reeking of anger, and sadness” he said back, cocky. His flashes of micro smiles and smirks showed he loved being right and was proving it.

 

“fucking werewolves” you mutter annoyed with his attitude, just like Theo always thought they were better and smarter. Just because they had powers.

 

“what about werewolves” he challenged, not a threat but smugly ‘go on finish’

 

Turning in your seat to look him in the eyes “I said fucking werewolves, with your heightened senses, using your weird smell detector”. You scream at him.

 

He laughed almost spitting out his drink, “our what?” he asked finding it amusing. “smell detector” he repeated still with a laugh.

 

You knew it sounded stupid but it was the only thing you could think to call it “you know the way you sniff out emotions, always listening for a lie” you explain.

 

He leaned his head in closer “hmm do you want to lie to me, y/n” his tone, teasing and suggestive. You couldn’t lie, Peter was attractive. He’s older, dangerous and certainly someone who’d peeked your interest in the past but after Theo came to town you’d not paid much attention to the older wolf.

 

“nope not lie but can’t a girl have her secrets too”. You smirk back finishing the last of your drink. It wasn’t  like splitting with Theo was a secret but you didn’t want to talk about it too.

 

“now that sounds like a challenge”  his micro-expressions that smile/snarl. Lifting his upper lip showing of his teeth. The action was him all over and would normally send your heart racing. “why don’t you let me buy you another drink see if I can find out some of your secrets”

 

What was the harm? Wasn’t like you had anywhere or anyone to go to. Plus a bit of company was better than sulking on your own. You agreed, getting out your seat Peter asked the barman for another round to be brought over. Then led you to a table in the back corner. The barman was less than a minute behind you with a tray, he placed your drinks down telling Peter if he needed anything to signal him, before leaving you and Peter to your night.

 

You wasn’t sure what to say to him so picked your drink up and said thanks. Peter smirked copying picking up his glass “here’s to secrets. Keeping, making and telling” he joked tilting his glass forward in toast.

 

You giggled, mimicking his tilt before having a sip. “what about you Hale, wanna share any of your secrets” you ask, yes it was deflecting but you had to say something to change the subject from you.

 

“why, what do you wanna know sweetheart?” he asked, you wasn’t sure if it was just naturally the way he spoke or your imagination but his voice was like velvet, smooth, deep and very seductive.

 

You didn’t know how to answer, you wasn’t expecting a counter question. “anything! Your a man full of them, enough to fill a book or ten. Telling me one won’t hurt” you giggle. The alcohol giving you an added push to be a little flirty with him or maybe the need to get some confidence back after Theo’s betrayal. Maybe you just wanted to betray him back even if it was in the way of shameless flirting only, it felt good.

 

Peter’s voice dragged you from your mental questions. “well sweetheart if your lucky ill show you one of them later” he said, it sounded like a thrilling and dangerous promise. “that’s only if your a good girl” he added now thrilling sounded dirty and still dangerous as hell.

 

“I can be good, bad and everything in between” you sass back biting your lower lip, knowing he can probably hear your heart beat race at his words.

 

He had judging by the smug one sided smirk he had. He leaned in closer “does your chimera boy toy know your her being a naughty girl flirting with the enemy” he asked. He moves back when he seen your shoulders tense and face change. He was probably notice scent changes too.

 

You sigh “first, I wouldn’t call you the enemy, not anymore, and second” you paused looking down at your glass, swilling the liquid around inside. “my big ‘secret’ that the whole of Beacon Hills will know about by tomorrow is, we’re over, Theo cheated on me with that slag Tracy I walked in on them” you say a mix of pain and hate as you spoke

 

Peter gave a small chuckle “of cause he did” he said taking another sip of his drink, like he hadn’t just offended you. “it was only a matter of time” he added after swallowing his bourbon.

 

You sat there open-mouthed in shock, dumbfounded by his words. Was Tracy really better than you? Was it obvious to everyone but you their affair? “ex...excuse me” was all you managed to stutter out.

 

He noticed he offended you, reaching out his hand to touch your arm. You went to pull it away but he was too fast holding you in place. “it’s nothing against you y/n, It’s Theo, his cheating was inevitable and predictable, he’s  the type who’s never happy with what he’s got. He wants power and got it but wants more. Your amazing and he’ll soon be crawling back when he figures out he’s lost someone as incredible as you.” He said in a soft sweet tone different from the flirty one he’d been using all night.

 

You blushed and said thank you for the compliment, heck if anything your ego needed it. You didn’t know what to say next, you head was all over the place and Peter wasn’t helping. When you didn’t speak he removes his hand watching you trying to work out what you were thinking.

 

Peter finished his drink and waving to the barman for another round. “To be honest I’m not sure what the hell you saw in him anyway.” Peter said making you look up.

 

 You gave a small nervous chuckle thinking about it now you wonder the same. What did you see in Theo. First his looks, the guy looked like a fashion model, those green eyes, his dirty blonde hair and body that looked like it was chiselled out of stone. At first he was different, sweet caring made you feel like a princess. But after some time he’s attention and affection dimed he was always with his new pack or plotting new plans to hurt, maim and kill. “maybe I just have a thing for bad guys” you mumble not meaning it to come out aloud.

 

The waiter placed your drink in front of you dragging you out of your thoughts. “my good friend here has had a bad day. Can we also get a refill and a round of shots too” Peter asked him.

“Certainly Mr. Hale I will be one minute with them” the waiter answered walking away to get the shots.

 

You smirk at Peter  “trying to get me drunk are we?” you joked. Not like you didn’t like that idea.

 

“no, just helping you forget your pain sweetheart” he smiled back again this was different. There was no flirting, no sarcasm, no underling motives behind it.

 

The waiter came back placing two shot glasses down filling them both taking a bottle of bourbon and refilled Peter’s and pour you one with a new glass. “is this all you want or would like me to leave the bottle Mr. Hale?” he asked. Something about the way he spoke to Peter gave you the feeling he was a regular here and wasn’t the first time Peter had asked for the full bottle.

 

“well here to forgetting”  you say clinking your glass with his before drinking the shot in one. Peter mirrored your movement before refilling the glasses.

 

The bottles started to go down but your spirit and feelings rose. Peter hadn’t asked anything else about Theo. For the rest of the night you both sat laughing and talking reminiscing about the past “you still owe me for that night Hale, I have a gunshot scar because of you” you joked when Peter brought up past antics. He reached over the table his thumb lightly brush over your knuckles

 

“your the one who pushed me out the way sweetheart. I didn’t ask you to but I’m grateful you did” he sassed back. A few years ago before Theo even showed up in beacon hills you had been with Peter when hunters showed up. The bullet aimed for Peter was full of wolfsbane and wold have killed him. You pushed him taking the bullet to the shoulder, it was through and though not enough to kill you but you always enjoyed reminding him of it.

 

You look down at hand lifting your a little, so he can slide his fingers under your palm keeping his thumb where it was. You welcome his touch seeking comfort in it, trying to ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you to stop and move your hand.

 

“I thought Stiles was going to rip your head off that day”  you say back hoping to keep the conversation neutral.

 

Peter laughed “do you really think he could” he said it was true stiles was angry and Scott holding him back wasn’t to protect Peter but to protect stiles. Thinking back Peter had kept his distance after that you was going to question why but the sound of last orders bell stopped you.

 

You didn’t realises how much time you sat there for. Both you and Peter finish the last of your drinks and walk out together. He went in the direction of his car, you paused thinking where you was gonna go. You forgot about finding someone to crash with. You certainly wasn’t going back to Theo, or your car outside his hideout.

 

“y/n, where you staying tonight” he asked. You looked up at him with a blank expression it’s like he read your mind. “I’m guessing you not going home with Theo being there, have you got somewhere to go?”

 

Shaking your head no, “I guess a park bench can’t be too bad, plus I’ll get my keys and car at first light when he goes on his run” you try to sound as unfazed as possible, Kinda like the whole idea of it didn’t scare the hell out of you.

 

Peter gave a growl “you won’t do any such thing” he said. “you can use my guest room” this wasn’t an offer more of an order like he wasn’t gonna let you stay anywhere else.

 

You smile at him “are you sure?” you ask. Peter didn’t answer he just opened the passenger side door for you to get in. “Thank you” you say getting in the car thankful you wasn’t sleeping outdoors.

His penthouse was exactly how you imagined it, stylish, sophisticated and very expensive. His furniture was Italian, but it was expected he wouldn’t have anything else. The whole room was open-plan a large dining island separated the two rooms. You took a few steps to the floor to ceiling windows looking out at the town. You’d never seen it from this angle before and hadn’t noticed how beautiful your small little town looked surrounded by trees.

 

Peter came up behind two drinks in his hand, you hadn’t even noticed him pour. You smile taking the drink looking back outside “beautiful view” he said. You nod back not noticing Peter wasn’t talking about the town from this height. He gave a small chuckle at your obliviousness before inviting you to sit.

 

Peter turned on a radio as you sat down, taking a sip of the drink Peter had gave you, whisky and by the taste a good one. “you really trying to get me drunk” you laugh knowing your head is going to be killing tomorrow after mixing drinks.

 

“I’m impressed with your tolerance, after tonight I’m surprised your still walking” he joked. He had a point, you’d never drink this much before but wasn’t going to question it.

 

“I can more than walk Hale” you sass standing up, placing your drink on the table walking over to him. You were thankful you managed to do it in a straight line. Once your in front of him you place your hands on his chest and sway a little “I can dance too, or are you one these I don’t dance kind of guys” you laugh looking up at him.

 

Peter gave a twisted smile grabbing one of your hands . He spun you around catching your hip as you come to face him again, dipping you back. You were surprised by the action, nearly falling over your own feet. If Peter hadn’t had a hold of you you’d probably of fallen.

 

“oh I know how dance sweetheart, I’m just not sure you can keep up” he teases. He lifts up back up but didn’t move, one hand on the lower part of your back other holding your wrist.

 

Your felt your heart racing like crazy, your legs shake, although part of that could of been the alcohol. You put your hands on his chest in a way to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss him. You didn’t know where it came from or why you remembered it, looking up at him said “I’ve been a good girl and you know my secret are you gonna show me yours?”

 

Peter pulled you flush to him inches away from your face “if I show you, you have to promise me you won’t go blabbing to Scott or any of then sweetheart” he said. You nodded yes, knowing you’d keep his promise. It wasn’t like you’d spoken to any of Scott’s pack in months.

 

He closed his eyes tilting his neck, when he opens them your met with bright red alpha eyes.  It took a few seconds for you to realise what he was showing you. Peter had been an alpha before but lost the power when he died. After coming back to life Peter had been left with big blue beta eyes. “your an alpha?” it was a rhetorical question.

 

Peter smiled “red really is my colour, don’t you think sweetheart”. You couldn’t have agreed more. He was always sexy but now he oozed it. From the way he looked and was looking at you to the feel of his hands around you, the smell of bourbon on his breath mixed with his aftershave, made you lose all grips with your thoughts.

 

You lean up on your toes to kiss Peter. To your amazement he kisses you back, he was hungry and strong but gentleness too. Too caught up in the haze of the kiss, you didn’t notice your feet moving as Peter leads you over to the couch.

 

He broke the kiss to sit down and pulls you onto his lap. His lips reconnect with yours, your arms move around his neck, playing and pulling his hair. Humming into his lips when he squeezes your ass.

 

Peter loved every second but the voice of reason in the back of his mind started to take over. He knew you were drunk, hurting after Theo. It would be taking advantage of you if he continues. But damn did he want too, he’d always had an eye for her back then, had imagined this moment before, just not quite like this. He wanted her to want him, not just as a drunken one night rebound.

 

He stopped kissing you, resting his forehead on yours. Already regretting what he was about to do. “we shouldn’t do this” he said not moving his head or hands. “not like this”

 

You looked at him confused, trying to ignore the feeling of rejection creeping up in you. “why?” you ask nervous.

 

Peter instantly noticed how you tensed up, the sweet smile replaced by a worried frown. He sighs “because your not thinking straight, your drunk and still upset and angry at Theo. I don’t want you waking up tomorrow regretting this y/n.” He said softly.

 

You look him in the eyes “I won’t, so what if I’m a bit drunk I want this, Peter”. A small groan comes from his chest, it wasn’t often you called him Peter, back when you were team McCall you’d call him, Hale. It was your way of trying not to be to close to the past bad boy. “tell me you don’t want this too?” you ask.

 

“oh sweetheart, I want this more than you know but I’m not about to take advantage of you” he says, still keeping you close, letting his lips hover over yours as he spoke.

 

You knew he was right you would probably wake up tomorrow thinking was this a mistake but right now you didn’t care, Peter was a mistake you wanted to make over and over. “but your not I said I’m consenting”

 

You felt his nose bump against yours, “how about a compromise? If you still want this, me tomorrow when your sober than I’ll happy take you to bed. If you don’t then we can forget this ever happened.” He offered, hoping to show he was trying to be selfless and the good guy.

Peter kissed the top of your head when you say yes to his offer, then pulls you into a hug. It wasn’t long before you’d fallen asleep like that. Peter picked you up carrying you to his guest room.

 

You woke the next morning in a strange room, looking around trying to remember the night before. You groan remembering Theo, Tracey, Peter. You got up know knowing were you where, your head throbbed worse than it ever had before. Your mouth felt dryer than a desert, you was gonna head down for a drink.

 

You heard a clink outside the room, a tell tale sign Peter was up. You knew you’d have to face him sooner or later, you take a deep breath before opening the door.

 

You walk or drag with the way you felt, down the stairs. Peter was stood in the kitchen, his back turned to you cooking something that smelt delicious. “good morning sweetheart or should I say afternoon” he joked, as he grabbed a cup. “coffee?” he offered.

 

You all but snatched the cup from his hands, thankful for the drink. He flashes you a smile watching you take a big drink not caring of its hot or not. He turned back to his sizzling pan, you watch him trying to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach.

 

It wasn’t long before Peter placed a fry up in front of you offering you a fresh drink. The food was delicious and you both eat in a comfortable silence. When you were finished Peter have you some of his clothes and pointed you in the direction of his shower.

 

He watches as you head uo the stairs hearing the water turn on. He was a bit gutted you hadn’t mentioned the kiss and he promised if you didn’t he wouldn’t. He promised himself he wouldn’t be selfish. He cleaned the dishes while he waited for you to finish up in the bathroom. Unsure what to do or say when you came back down. All he could think about was you sat on his lap kissing him.  It didn’t help when he seen you walk back down wearing his clothes.

“how you feeling today?” he asked

 

“like I’ve been hit by a steam train or ten” you joke, although it wasn’t completely a lie. He handed you a glass of water and some painkillers. You took them leaving the glass on the table, following him over to the sofa.

 

For the first time the silence was uneasy. You didn’t know what to say but your head hurt to much to think. Peter was the same, every conversation starter sounded stupid in his head. He was gonna ask about Theo but didn’t wanna upset you, he wanna ask if you had decided what you were gonna go but didn’t want to look like he was forcing you out.   

 

You spoke first “thanks for letting me stay last night” you meant it. He’d saved you a night if sleeping, rough, distracted you from your pain and also respectfully turned you down.

 

“It’s nothing, plus I still owe you remember” he said stretching his arm along the back of the couch, his fingertips tracing the part of your scar on show. “my guest room is yours if you still need tonight or more too” he offered.

 

You smiled your head wasn’t in any frame of mind to be dealing with Theo today. You took Peter up on his offer again, you spent the rest of the day hungover on Peters couch using his arm or lap as a pillow. He ordered you both take out and watched films all day enjoying the comfort he gave.

 

Monday morning you woke headache and hangover free. Groaning knowing you would have to leave calming bubble of Peters penthouse. He washed your clothes for you making a joke how he would love to see everyone’s face you turning up to school in Peters oversized clothes.

 

Peter drove you to school letting you get out around the block to avoid questions from Scott’s pack. Peter still not trusted by them. You walk down the corridor seeing Haydon, you rolled your eyes hoping to get five minutes before having to deal with pack members, Theo’s or Scott’s.

 

“what’s up Hayden I’m late, coach will rip me a new of if I’m late again” you say hoping your job as coach’s assistant would let you escape.

 

“nothing just haven’t seen you this weekend” she smiles, you believe her smile she wasn’t just looking for gossip or if she even knew what had happened.

 

You give her a half smile “I’m okay I guess” you say trying to deflect a bit. “but I really do need to set up the gym, you can come help if  you don’t have class” you offer.

 

She followed you to coaches office as you grabbed equipment. Hayden took some off you offering to carry some “I’m sure coach thinks I’m strong like the rest of you supernatural students” you laugh.

 

“so what’s new with you” you asked as you set out equipment for your first lesson of the day. She starts talking about Liam, a new werewolf Scott bite. It was obvious she liked him, even if she’d just spent the last 20 minutes telling you how annoying he is.

 

You both walked into the locker room, Theo and Cory were there. You huff loud looking your ex in the eye. “y/n” he smiled although it was a small one lined with guilt. You ignore him about to walk away  “ y/n come on wait, I’ve missed you, can we talk about this please” he said reaching out to hold your hand.

 

You snatch your hand back, not wanting him to touch you “you didn’t miss me when you were shagging Tracey and what is there to talk about Theo, its over” you say trying your hardest to keep in your tears but it didn’t stop your voice cracking.

 

The shocked gasps from Hayden and Cory reminds both you and Theo they were still in the room. Theo ordered them both out, Cory looked happy to escape their foreseeable argument, Hayden however pulled a face about being told to leave. You also knew it would take the pair of them minutes to share their new found gossip.

 

Your attention quickly turned back to Theo. Folding your arms leaning your body weight  to one side, giving your best pissed off bitch pose. Theo didn’t say anything he just looked at you his eyes filling up. You’d never seen him like this, he looked vulnerable.

 

“what do you want Theo” you ask low trying not to look at him, you’d never seen Theo cry before and it was already breaking your heart, making you want to hold and hug him. You tried keeping think of him n Tracy to stay mad at him.

 

“I’m sorry” he finally said looking you in the eyes, his hands came over holding your arms forcing you to look at him. “I wish I could take it back, y/n I’m sorry I love you” he added. “I was only using Tracy to heal, I promise I’ll make this up to you. Please don’t leave me”

 

You didn’t know what to say or how to feel. You felt sick, he’d broken your heart, cheated with the one girl you hated. Now he was declaring his love, it wasn’t like he’d never said I love you before but the way he said had you thinking maybe be meant it.

 

You close your eyes trying to clear your mind enough to think. The image of Peter came to you, the way he held you, kissed you. The sickly feelings grew worse. “y/n say something” Theo said pulling you out of your thoughts.

 

You sigh “I don’t know what to say, you broke my heart, cheated on me I need time to think” you answer honestly, trying to give a smile.

 

Theo wipes the one or two stray tears from his eyes, part of you asking had he genuinely been crying or acting but you doubts are forgotten when the door opened and a group of younger students start to pile in.

 

You walk out the changing room Theo quick behind you. “oh y/n, I brought your bag, you, er you left it the other day” he said nervous about reminding you why you left it.

 

You follow him to his locker getting you bag checking for your keys. You thanked Theo, it felt strange to thank him and hate him. You watched as Theo headed to class, you went to assist in your lesson. All lesson all you could think was had Theo meant it when he said he loved you, were you acting to rash saying its over.

 

You had managed to avoid everyone for the next few hours, focusing on work. During lunch you found Theo outside coaches office waiting for you. He watched you dragging a heavy bad of balls and cones while carrying a load of lacrosse sticks under your arm.

 

He stood leaning against the door frame, watching as you finally dumped them down on the office floor. “can we finish our talk” he says, his tone sounds dark.

 

“I think we said it all before Theo, you’ve said sorry and I need time to think, what else is there to say” you tell him plainly before walking away.

 

Theo follows you. You turn to see him, feeling like pray being stalked and not in a good way. “well I still have some questions and things I want to say” he said now only a step or two behind you. Stopping to look at him you rise your eyebrows waiting for him to carry on.

“my first question is, where have you been all weekend and when are you coming home?”

 

You couldn’t believe your ears, how dare he question you after what he did. “Look, about coming home I told you I need time to think. I’m gonna get some of my stuff later Theo and I don’t know when or if I’ll be back and you have no right to question where I’ve been or where I’m going for that matter” you tell him, unaware you now have an audience.

 

Theo grabbed you pushing you up against the wall, a loud growl coming from his chest as he did. “I have every right, I’m still your boyfriend. Yes I screwed up once but that doesn’t mean you can just leave me, not tell me where you’ve been, then come in smelling like another and when I ask you don’t answer. You have to come home” he roared.

 

Scott and Liam ran over about to pull Theo off you, before they could you punched Theo as hard as you could. Something you regret as Theo is built like a brick wall his jaw wasn’t any different, part of you swore you’d broken something. “your right you screwed up by screwing Tracy like I said Theo were over so you don’t call yourself my boyfriend or tell me what to do!” you yell back.

 

Theo raised his arm to hit you but this time Scott and Liam dragged him away before he could touch you. Theo tried pulling himself out of their grip yelling nonsense at you like you’ll regret leaving him. Lydia, Malia and Stiles came over to you all asking if you were okay at the same time.

 

You say yes even though you were anything but okay, you’d never seen Theo’s anger directed at you before and he’d never raised his hand to you. But you needed to try and stay professional somehow, you hadn’t had this job long and didn’t want to lose it. Also your hand had started swelling and already bruising.

 

Lydia looks at your hand telling you to go the nurse’s office. You agree about to head off. Lydia goes with you as stiles and Malia go to find Scott. The nurse confirms your suspensions, your hand was fractured. As you wait Lydia asks what’s been going on. You tell her about Theo and Tracy but carful not to mention Peter.  You hated the look of pity in her eyes but glad she wasn’t saying I told you so. “what are you gonna do now?” she asked

Part 2 out now

3 coming soon

[mona-stay]

Prompt - Sweetpea splits up with Josie but he's in love with y/n his long time FRIEND

Pairing Sweetpea x reader (riverdale)

Warning - none really, some angst and maybe worthless feelings

Story

 

Sweetpea had spent most of the night drinking as his relationship with Josie McCoy had ended; he knew it was just a summer fling, but it still hurt in a small way.

For a while Josie had been a distraction for Sweetpea, well every girl he'd dated was. Although he'd never admit it out loud, he was in love with someone else: someone who, in his eyes, was too good for him. She was beautiful, funny, smart, and knew Sweetpea better than anyone. Fangs included. So instead of showing his feelings, he hid them; having strings of one-night stands to block her out of his head and heart. Not one ever worked.

Now he found himself drunk, and once again, on the steps of y/n’s home not knowing what he was gonna say when she opened the door. 

"Looking for me?", her voice behind made him jump.

Turning to face her, he smiled seeing her lifting up a full bottle of vodka. 

"Wanna be my drinking partner?" he shouts; mentally kicking himself for sounding dumb. Why did he always look like a goof around her? He cursed to himself.

You smile back: "Sure", before finding your keys and opening the door. 

This wasn't unusual Sweets. often turned up drunk, looking for his favourite drinking partner. This never bothered you before. In fact, you loved being around Sweetpea, loved being the key word. However, it had been clear for years that he saw you as a friend; a good and close friend, but a friend all the same. There had been numerous times when Sweetpea would put an arm around your shoulders calling you his best friend.

You'd learnt to live with him calling you a best friend, to compartmentalise your feelings. For a while it worked. That was until his fling with Josie started. It hurt seeing them together, maybe because it was more than a one-night stand. Maybe he liked her more than he said.

Mid-way through the summer break you found yourself distancing yourself from Sweetpea and others in the group, taking on more shifts at the Wyrm.

"I thought you'd be home by now?" he asked, while getting glasses out of the cupboard. His pouring out two extra-large drinks didn't go unnoticed by you.

"I've been working the night shift this week. I took Hogeye for 100 in pool tonight". You laughed showing off your winnings, before putting them away.

Pea shook his head. "We really should team up in doubles", he joked, while taking a big swig from his glass.

"You know there would no one to give you a challenge if we did", you teased back. 

That was the thing: no matter your feelings, you both fell into friends mode, in spite of what was going on in your head.

"I'm a bit surprised to see you. I thought you and the Northside lot were camping?" you asked, sensing something was up, as he had drunk more than half of his glass before you had even started.

He rolled his eyes with a snarl across his lips. "Nar... Josie and I were over, so there's no point being there. Who cares? She was just a bit of fun". To anyone else, this would have sounded convincing, jerky even. Others would have bought the Playboy line, but you could see the hurt in his eyes; most likely the same look from which you spent years hiding.

"She's a fool. You deserve someone real, not some fake Northside diva!" you say, trying to sound supportive, yet not too happy with the news.

He finished the rest of his drink, one last massive mouthful. Squinting his eyes as the alcohol burnt his chest on its way down, he said: "couldn't agree more, but who cares? I'm over her".

He wasn't lying. He was over Josie in a way; annoyed at how she blew him off for sure. The emotional connection was gone.

The topic of Josie was dropped pretty much then. For the next few hours, the pair of you listened to music, having your usual debate over which bands were better. You told him about things at the Wyrm: how you'd started taking on the late shifts, helping Hogeye kick out the drunks who wouldn't leave really could be your new calling in life.

"I would have loved to have seen you chucking out Danny. 'Bet he was fuming... " he said, chuckling, while imagining you push a six feet long Serpent out the bar. "What else 'been happening?" he asked.

"Well, two new girls did their Serpent dance. I'm surprised you missed it", you said, knowing Pea never missed a dance, "Showing support", he'd say in defence. Heck, for your dance he was front row and centre. His intense stare kept you focused, staring back at him while you moved and danced.

He laughed, asking if any were fit, earning an eye-roll from you. He was more drunk than normal, possibly giving him both courage and an excuse for his next comment: "never mind newbies. When are you getting back on that pole?" he asked, with a cheeky wink.

You raised your brows at him but couldn't hide the shade of pink your cheeks started turning. "Coz' I work the bar", you answer, not sure from where his comment came.

He stood up, changing the music to a different song. "Well, you're wasted behind a bar. You're one of the best dancers I know" he said, seductively holding out his hand to you. Again, this was something Sweetpea wouldn't dare do prior, even when drunk. But right now he was using it to fuel his actions he'd denied himself for so long.

You took his hand, unsure what was going on his head. He clumsily tugged you, trying to dance. You almost fall over his giant feet, but he caught you in his arms. For the next hour or so the pair of you danced, laughed, and finished Sweet pea’s bottle of vodka, as well as almost one of your own. You were happy; it was just like old times, minus Fangs and Toni.

Sweetpea had spent the past hour building up the courage to make his move even though he didn't exactly know what that was yet. He poured the last of the alcohol into glasses, watching y/n shake her hips, arms over her head. He watched intently as she turned, showing him a full view of her ass. He bit his lips, watching her move as sway. He was holding on to what little restraint he had to not go over and grab it. He smiled as she turned to face him, her eyes were glassy and bright with a smile to match. The song changed, and to his delight it was a slower, sexier one.

He came over close, putting his hands on your hips, moving with your rhythm. Although he'd done this before, something this time felt different. Maybe it was the way he was staring in to your eyes, or the wolfish smirk, which looked  like he was planning something. Or maybe the way it all made you feel. Your heart pound against your chest, your breathing had quickened. Just like putty in his hands.

Sweetpea thought it was now or never. He lifted his hand to your chin, tilting it up as he bent down to capture your lips with his. They were soft, as you always imagined they would be. For a second, you kissed him back, enjoying the thing you had craved for years. His hand, still on your hip, tightened, pulling you closer to him. His kiss deepened when you grabbed his shirt.

You both pulled away. Your mind was hazy with a mix of thoughts running through it at the same time. A few seconds on your head felt like eternity. All your wants here in your hands, yet some rational voice in your head reminded you of his recent break up.

Was this all it was, Sweetpea getting over Josie? Were you his rebound? If so, how will it affect your friendship afterwards? You'd rather not destroy the connection you had, for one night of everything you ever dreamed.

Sweetpea smiled, happy, until he studied your shell-shocked face. He was unable to read whether you liked it or not. A bit worried he moved in for a second kiss, the moment his lips touched he could feel you pushing him away. He took a step, looking confused. "We shouldn't do this", you said, in a low voice.

You saw him tense up, his jaw clenched, as well as his fists. It was only the look in his eyes that showed the sadness he was feeling. "Why?" he asked, through gritted teeth. His tone wasn't angry like he looked.

You swallow hard, partly for not believing what you were saying, wanting to just run back and kiss him again. "You've just split with Josie. I don't want to be your rebound girl. There are enough Southside sluts you can use for that", you say, trying to sound kind in hopes that he'd see your point. "I care about you enough to not let us wreck our friendship like this", you add.

The F-word was like a knife to his chest. You said it, proving his original thoughts, You'd never love him like he loves you. He nodded, not sure what to say, nor trusting his voice not to crack. Turning to finish his drink, he mumbled a weak apology before getting his jacket to leave.

You told him not to leave as he opened the door, but he just gave you a half-smile before walking out. When the door shut, you collapse on the couch, silent tears run down your face as you cradle a cushion. Your heart was screaming, "what have you done?"; your head still trying to think if it was the right thing to do. You went to bed thinking out of all the times you imagined kissing Sweetpea, you'd never imagined it ending with you crying alone.

Sweetpea wasn't feeling much better. He walked out the trailer park, your words running in his head. "Why did I have to kiss her?", he asked himself aloud before punching a beat-up street sign. The first punch felt good, so he hit it again and again until his stamina started to wear. His knuckles were grazed and cut. He opened and closed his fingers, the pain now noticeable. Sinking to the floor, his head in his knees, he finally broke down.

You didn't leave your trailer all of Sunday, not wanting to face the world after the kiss went wrong. However, on Monday, you had to work. Working meant the possibility of running in to Sweetpea. You wanted to see him, but didn't know what to say after pushing him away. The thought of it made you cringe, still regretting your actions.

Outside you can hear the buzz coming from within the bar. Maybe work was a good idea. If it's busy, you won't have time to think. You walked though the door, the first person you saw was him. It didn't help Sweetpea being one of the tallest in there, standing at six-feet three inches. 

He saw you walk inside. Turning back to the pool table, he hit his ball with more force than necessary. He looked up seeing you head to the hatch near to bar, dumping your bag. The sounds of Toni's protest made him look back. "I don't know what's wrong with you today, but if you keep hitting balls like that, you're gonna crack one", she moaned.

He didn't answer her, just took his next shot; it was softer than the last, but the sound of the hit was anything but calm. To add more annoyance to his mood, Cheryl had to open her mouth: "Why's he throwing a fit after my girl, Josie, dumped his ass?", in a sassy remark.

Annoyed, he growled:  "I'm not throwing anything. It was a summer fling. Summer is over now. I couldn't care that it is over", he yells, unconvincingly. Right now he wasn't bothered what they all thought, as long as they didn't know the truth.

Fangs asked what happened but Sweetpea ignored the question, focusing on the game which he was in the middle of. When he didn't answer, Cheryl took delight in spilling the gossip to Fangs. He tried ignoring them but Cheryl's voice was hard to block out, especially when she said things like: "Josie was slumming it with him. A last bit of fun before New York", and "becoming a star, she had to drop the dead weight". With each comment his knuckles got tighter and tighter around his cue.

You walked over with a tray of drinks Toni had ordered. You asked Hogeye to take it, but he wouldn't. The closer you got, the more you heard Cheryl’s comments, basically saying that he wasn't good enough.

On the best of days you didn't like Cheryl; she's loud, obnoxious, and full of herself. You only tolerated her because of Toni's and Jughead's relationships with her, but right now you were struggling to keep your cool.

You could tell Sweetpea was struggling too, his face was like thunder, his knuckles as white as rocks. You wanted to go and tell him that it's okay, to ignore her, but the way he looked at you made you decide against it. You placed the tray down giving Pea a small smile, but he didn't return it. You wished it were because of Cheryl, but knew deep down it was a knock to your friendship.

"Well I have been telling her all summer that she's better off without him", you heard Cheryl say. That was it, you couldn't take any more of her slating him. You span around to face the venomous redhead. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" you snap.

She looked at you with her faux shook, "excuse moi?" she asked in her fake and bitchy way.

You stepped closer so she couldn't mistake you this time. "You heard me. How dare you come here making out he's not good enough." Your arm shot up, pointing at Sweetpea. "He's the nicest, funniest guy going. Your diva-slut mate wasn't slumming it, he's the realest guy that fake bitch will ever have. If you think she was, what does that say about you and MY girl?" This time you gesture towards Toni who was now walking back from the bathroom, unaware as to why her mate and girlfriend looked like they were about to come to blows.

Sweetpea watched you go off at Cheryl, a mix of happy and hurt, listening to you defend him. The argument in front of him faded as he was lost in his own trail of thoughts, only broken when he saw Cheryl slap y/n. That was after you had shoved her back, hard. He dropped his cue, but before it had even touched the floor, she punched Cheryl back.

Both girls attacked each other. Toni dragged Cheryl away, while Sweetpea took you out back to cool off, mainly because he was the only one strong enough to drag you out the bar and handle the kicks or hits that landed his way; something neither of you were a stranger to, what with the past bar fights and scraps.

 

You paced outside, a string of insults at Cheryl coming from your mouth. Sweetpea just watched you in silence, not knowing if he should walk back inside or not. He also wanted to know why you went off like that too. Yes, you'd had fights before, never having started one like that though. When you finally finished ranting, he asked "what was all that about?"

"What? She's vile, and after hearing her talk shit about you... like you're nothing, made my blood boil. Plus, it's about time someone gave her a nose job", you shout back, still angry from the small fight. "The bigger question is: why did you just stand there, and let her talk trash about you in your own place?", you ask, folding your arms.

He shrugged his shoulders in reply, "why bother? It's Blossom, she talks trash about everything; not something to get worked up over. Ignoring her hurts her more", he said, hoping you'd buy his excuse.

You didn't. You knew him better: the sly look to the side, the way he slid his hand down the back of his head. His signals. You took a step forward.

"Yeah that might be true, but there is something you're not saying", you point out.

He doesn't look at you, keeping his eyes to the ground he mumbles, "nothing". He goes to turn away back inside, when you grab his arm. He stopped, his body tense, still not turning back to look at you. So instead, you walked in front of him.

When he finally looked at you, the hurt was visible in his eyes; the same look he gave you when he left that night, the same eyes he had when you entered the bar, and when you first brought the drinks over.

"I've known you for as long as I can remember. I know something's wrong, and you'd normally tell me what's on your mind. Now please stop looking at me like I killed your dog", you plead.

"She's right", he says, whispering. Your brows crossed; you couldn't believe your ears. Was he really saying that he believed those things? "what do you mean?", you asked confused.

"Cheryl, that bitch. She's right about me: I'm not good enough! Tell me something that wasn't a lie! I am trailer trash, a worthless gang member; no real money or goals", he shouted back, releasing his pent-up anger he'd held in all night.

You pushed him hard. "Look. Josie thinks she's the next Beyoncé. You don't need a girl like that. You're more than ten times good enough for girls like Josie and Cheryl, for that matter. You deserve someone who see how incredible you are Pea, someone who will love you the way you are", you say, hoping he'd listen and believe you. You meant every word and wanted to show him.

He snorted and rolled his eyes at you. "I couldn't care about Josie; I never had any real feeling for her. She was something to take my mind off someone else. I wasn't good enough for too, so there's no point trying to make me feel better", he stated with a raised voice. By the time he said the first something his tone lowered and wavered.

You wanted to tell him you weren't lying. What you said was how you felt, how you wish you hadn't denied his kiss, and most importantly who the girl was. But none of that came out. The most your brain mustered was: "she's an idiot".

Sweetpea passed you. "Yes you are", he whispered to himself, not realising you'd heard it. You turned around so fast it could have given you whiplash.

"What did you say?", you asked.

Sweetpea froze. He didn't know what to say. He didn't think it could hurt anymore than being rejected, so he decided to tell you, and suffer now rather than let it drag on as it had.

"You! You rejected me. The one person I loved more than anyone. I could deal with being friends for so long, but no matter what, you would be on my mind. I knew you were too good for me, so I tried sleeping with other girls. I started a fling with Josie but none of them made me feel the way you do. I thought, well nothing else worked, so maybe just coming to tell you... but I couldn't see how, so I just kissed you. I was right, I you didn’t want me too.”

He didn't mean to say as much as he did, but once he started, it all just came out. He looked at you, when you didn't speak, seeing a smirk on your face, almost like you were holding in a laugh. "Oh, now you're gonna laugh at me. Reject then laugh"

You put a hand on his chest, shaking your head. "I'd never laugh at you and I'd never reject you because you're not good enough. I did it to protect my own feelings. I couldn't be a rebound. I love you too much for it to be a one-time thing", you say with a smile.

It took a second or two for your words to sink in. His eyes widened "did you just say...?" but never finished.

"I love you, yes" you say for him. "I always have, Pea, but never thought you liked me. Let's face it, I'm no Josie, nor the type you normally go for", you say, hearing how weird it came out.

He brought his face in close to yours, cupping your cheek in his hand. "No, you're better", he said before kissing you. When it ended, Sweetpea smiled. You looked up at him, seeing the joy. "If I do it again, you're not gonna say no this time", he joked.

You shook your head, leaning in for a second kiss, proving to him you would never reject or push him away again. This one was more passionate than the first. He held you close, one hand on your back, the other in your hair. You wrap yours around his neck, tugging on the hair your fingers reach.

When he felt the small pull, he deepened the kiss, his lips moved in sync faster and harder, but with a tenderness too. When he pulled away, you felt a little breathless. "Wanna get out of here?" you say, biting your lip to remember the feel of his.

"Thought you were working?" he asked; giving you a devilish smirk, knowing perfectly well neither of you were going back inside.

"Nar, we can feed Hogeye some line like I needed to calm down after that Blossom bitch. Hooking up with a sexy Serpent was just an added bonus", you giggle. You walked off towards his bike. He slipped his arm around your waist. He couldn't believe his dreams had come true. His only regret? That he'd not said anything sooner.

[mona-stay]

First Christmas - Lucifer

Plot - Lucifer has his first Christmas with the help of y/n

Pairing - Lucifer x reader

Warnings - none, just Christmas fluff

Lucifer walked around the bunker bored. He'd already annoyed Sam and Dean to the point he was lucky they hadn't shot him yet. Cas, well it was no fun to wind Castile up. He now looking for his next source of entertainment y/n. He didn't dislike her like he did the others. When he'd be with her, living at the bunker didn't seem as daunting.

He'd looked in her room, the garage, war room, even looked in the demon dungeon. His last stop the kitchen. He smirked the smell of gingerbread was promising. "y/n" he said in a singsong tone, turning the corner.

His smile faded she wasn't in there, however his other brother Gabriel was. "if you're looking for y/n you missed her she's just gone out." he said picking up a cookie from the cooling rack.

"I don't think she's happy you eating her cookies," lucifer said back. Before Gabriel could eat it, lucifer snapped his fingers making the cookie vanish and appearing back in the rack.

Gabe pulled his tongue at lucifer "your no fun, Lucy. Y/n wouldn't have noticed she's been baking all morning. She's out in the woods if you want her" he said before grabbing another cookie and running out with it.

After waiting ten minutes to see if she'd come back, lucifer decided to go find her. On his way to the door, he saw the Winchesters packing their duffels with weapons for a case. "we're going out can you two try not to destroy the place while we're gone" Dean said.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as Gabriel laughed "no promises" he joked walking to his room.

The last thing he heard before the door shut was Sam asking Dean if leaving the two wayward angel's alone was a good idea.

He started walking through the wooded area around the back of the bunker. He knows y/n liked to walk around here when things got too much inside. In fact, she'd gotten the devil to do it a few times when he and the Winchesters were almost about to kill one another.

He was almost at a clearing in the woods when heard a strange noise. Being curious he walked towards the tapping sound. Soon he found y/n, he couldn't help but frown watching her attack the tree with an axe.

You had decided for once you and everyone at the bunker were doing Christmas properly this year. After spending the morning baking different types of treats. but they would be for later if Gabriel hasn't eaten them all.

You had also gotten some decorations too now you needed a tree to decorate. After finding the perfect tree, you got an axe from the weapons cabinet and headed into the woods.

This was something you had done as a child. Your father would take you to the mountains and let you pick a tree and chop it down. Go home drink hot chocolate while decorating the tree and making gingerbread houses.

You had been to busy focused on the tree you hadn't heard Lucifer. "what are you doing?" he said behind you. The sudden voice made you jump and you hunter instincts kicked in. You lifted the ace to head hight while spinning on the spot. Lucifer's reflexes were faster, he caught the axe handle centimetres before it hit his head.

Panting a little from the shock, you looked at him confused "what are you doing here? I could have killed you." you snapped at him, pulling the axe from his grip.

He started to laugh, "do you really think you can kill me with that toy. Why are you using the tree as target practice?" he said looking confused.

You looked at him in surprise, "you've never seen anybody chop a tree Christmas tree before" you say, taking another swing at the tree.

He didn't answer so you looked over your shoulder at him. He stood silent, you could tell something was odd. That's when it hit you he probably didn't know what Christmas was.

"you don't know what Christmas is, do you?" you asked trying not to sound pitiful. Lucifer rolled his eyes "if your talking about the bible story let me correct you" he said taking a step forward, no doubt to give you a lecture on how bad his father is.

"Nope I'm not talking about that, yes Christmas is the birth of Jesus, I mean the spirit of Christmas. Ya know the trees, lights, food, gifts, kindness" you start to say. As you say kindness, Lucifer gave you his sassy look as to say you're talking to the devil.

You smiled "well I guess it's never too late to learn, come here," you say beckoning him towards you.

As he got closer you handed him the axe. If anyone else had seen you they would have thought you crazy giving the devil a weapon, however, you knew him better and trusted him not to try and kill you with it.

You stood behind him putting his body in the right position, guiding his arms down to swing at the tree. When you felt he had the hang of it you let go and took a few steps back. You watched him hack at the tree for a few minutes if you didn't have a crush on him you'd probably be scared by how effortlessly he swung the axe.

His human vessel started running out of stamina and his pace started to slow. He stopped and looked at you, "you know I could have this thing down with a snap of my fingers!" he said lifting his hand, readying his fingers to click.

"noooo," you say running a few steps to stop him. "I'm doing this the real way, the same way my dad taught me how" you day taking the axe.

Lucifer watched as you started chopping at the tree. He hadn't heard you talk about your family much only they had died a few years ago in a werewolf attack. He noticed how her swings got harder and more clumsy in their landing. He knew she was upset but trying not to show it. "so are you going to tell me the reason for cutting down a 'Christmas tree' as you called it?" he asked both to distract y/n and to actually find out what a Christmas tree was.

After explaining the tree was going back the bunker to be decorated. "as kids we're told Santa leaves gifts under the tree for anyone who has been good" you say watching as Lucifer had taken over the axe when you had gotten tired. You heard the sound of the tree cracking "okay that enough" tell him, pulling him out the way.

A few seconds and the tree quickly fell. You jumped and laughed at the echo of the bang it made hitting the ground. Walking over to start making a plan to get it back the bunker, you fell over an exposed tree root. Lucifer saved you by wrapping his arms around you. Instead of hitting the floor you hit his hard chest.

You didn't move, only looked up at him feeling your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. He continued to hold you stirring in your eyes.

You wanted to kiss him but you also didn't want to make a move without knowing if he'd kiss you back

Lucifer sensed the hold had be awkward. Part of him didn't want to but let go and quickly changed the subject "so how are you getting this thing back to the bunker" he asked. You didn't really have a plan when you came out here, all you brought was an axe and a wood trolley, which wasn't going to be big enough to fit a whole tree on.

In the end, you agreed to let Lucifer use his powers when it came to getting the tree back to the bunker. He magiced you both and tree to the war room. A loud bang sounded as the tree hit the floor. "Hey easy with my tree" you scolded him with a jokey tone.

After spending a few minutes choosing where it was going to go, you asked Lucifer to put it in its stand while you when to get some decorations.

Lucifer stood looking at still unsure of what they were actually doing but felt good helping her get it back. Lately, y/n hadn't smiled much but really her and the Winchesters were giving blow after blow waiting for a win to come their way.

You came in with two cups of hot chocolate, topped with cream and chocolate sauce. You could feel Lucifer watching as you unpacked the lights ready to go on first. You started laughing "I really can't believe this is your first Christmas," you say handing him one end of the white lights. "Take this end and start wrapping them around the tree" you instruct him.

He went to start in the middle you had to tell him from the top. You started putting lights and a spruce garland around the staircase bannister. Looking over to see how Lucifer was doing you couldn't help but laugh. He had managed to get himself tangled in the lights.

You go over as he's trying to say he's okay and doesn't need help. You didn't listen helping him out if the entanglement of lights he'd made. "I know your narasticic but you really don't need Christmas lights to shine" you joked.

You hadn't noticed him turn to face you until you looked up coming practically nose to nose.

"only for you" he whispered to himself but being so close you still heard.

This was all new for you, the feelings for the devil. You hadn't known him before, you had only heard the stories from Sam and Dean about everything they had dealt with. But meeting him you hadn't seen the evil side to him, in fact, you were 99% certain only you had seen Lucifer the way he was now carefree and with his devil persona hidden.

You didn't know what to say and shyness took over making you duck out from under his arm and free him from the lights. Lucifer didn't look bothered, he just smiled and said thanks before you both put the lights on the tree.

You got your drink knowing it would be cool enough to have now when you heard Lucifer say "I'll plug this in now!"

You jumped up almost spilling your hot chocolate pulling it off him "no the lights don't go on till the tree is finished and the rest of the decorating is done" you explain.

He frowned but did as you said. You were right this was his first Christmas and it was all new to him.

He walked to the table deciding he'd just copy everything you did now. So just like you, he picked up his drink, sipping away. As an angel he didn't have tease buds, meaning he didn't taste the chocolate or cream but drank it anyway hoping you wouldn't notice.

He found it strange how he'd go out of his way for her in small ways. Whether it was pretending to enjoy a meal or staying up all night watching TV when she couldn't sleep. Gabriel had teased him before about it saying he had a feeling for her but Lucifer argued back saying that was a human emotion so he couldn't possibly. After today after holding her, enjoying a human activity with her made him doubt everything the thought about feelings and emotions.

"Hey these baubles ain't gonna hang themselves, come on!" you shouted making him snap out whatever thought he was having. You started taking out the silver and blue baubles. Lucifer watched you hang the first two, he picked one up looking at it. It shined in the light and had a small bit of string.

"Just pick a branch and hang it," you say encouraging him to do it. Everyone he went to hang one he'd first if it was okay here at whatever branch he held the bauble by. It didn't take to long to get the tree finished. It would have taken less time if Lucifer hadn't been messing around.

"Hey y/n, do you think these earrings suit me?" he asked. When you turned around he had two silver giltter baubles hanging from his ears. Another Lucifer distraction came when he got a string of tinsel and wrapped it around you, as he did he used it to pull you closer. "I wanted to make you look festive," he said in a teasing tone with a flirty smile.

Soon all your work was complete and the bunker kinda looked like a grotto. Even fireplace had six stockings pinned into the wooden frame, each with everyone's initials on.

Lucifer still didn't understand the point of wasting 2 hours doing that to a tree but it made you happy. And even if he didn't understand the meaning he actually enjoyed it, "So what's next on your Christmas to-do list?" he asked.

You looked up smirking "gingerbread houses with Christmas movies" you answered. You both went into the kitchen collecting the biscuits you had baked this morning. Back in the war room, you set the ingredients I to separate bowls as Lucifer set up the TV and DVD.

When you were ready you started the movie marathon with your favourite Christmas film. The pair of you started your houses, it took you a few minutes to explain to Lucifer how to use the icing to glue the gingerbread together.

The movie you had seen a thousand times so you spent most of it concentrating on your house. You were laughing at him, his face screwed with concentration as he piped the icing. "who'd of thought I'd be spending Christmas eve making gingerbread houses with the devil" you said before stopping yourself.

He turned looking disappointed "isn't this what you want to we can do something else or I can leave you to it," he said half-heartedly.

You shook your head, "no" you said a little to fast. "I wanted to do this all December, I'm glad your here too. I just didn't think this would be your thing" you say hoping to cover your enthusiasm of wanting him here.

"well it's better than listening to Cas go on about something stupid and I got to play with an axe so it's not all bad," he said. You smiled at him picking back up your piping bag.

"however it does need an injection of fun!" Lucifer said.

As you looked up questioning how a fist full of icing sugar hit you in the face. You stood up with your mouth open in shock. Lucifer took one look at the white patch on your face and bust out laughing at his handy work." oh you think that's funny" you say squinting pink icing at him. He tried to block your attack with one hand while grabbing a fist full of sweets to throw at you. Soon enough a food fight broke out.

In a matter of ten minutes, the room looked like a sugared bombsite. You and Lucifer laid on the floor laughing and panting out of breath. "Sam and Dean are going to kill us," you say sitting up seeing the damage around, thinking how could you ever get it all clean before the boys where back. You heard a click behind you, turning to see Lucifer with his hands up smiling at you. As you looked back around all the mess had gone the sweets were back in the bowls and both houses completed.

"I so need that power then it comes to doing the dishes" you joked before saying thanks. It wasn't often Lucifer used his powers, especially as they weren't fully restored yet.

Lucifer watched as you got up and left the room. He hadn't felt so happy before, he started thinking maybe he should tell y/n how he feels or whatever it was he was feeling about her. His thoughts stopped as you came back in with two heavy looking bin bags.

"is the next tradition burying a body?" he joked as he helped you pull them into the room.

"Nope," you say popping the p sound. "this is everyone's Christmas presents," you say with a big smile pound you'd kept them all hidden.

You started filling up the stockings with small gifts leaving the others under the tree.

Lucifer was stunned to see a couple for him "you got me a gift" he said sound puzzled. He hadn't had a gift before unless you counted the mark or being tossed out of hell. So naturally, he hadn't thought about them before. He certainly hadn't expected anyone on earth to get him one.

Of course, I did, Christmas is about giving to your loved ones and you come into that category so yeah I got you something like I did for everyone else " you say smiling up at him.

The words loved ones hit Lucifer like a brick. Did that mean she had feelings for him too? or was she just being kind? like she always is. The questions ran through his mind like a wave. He hadn't noticed that he hadn't spoken or moved in a few minutes.

You stood up, seeing him deep in thought. "you okay?" you ask gently touching his arm. Lucifer jumped a little making you giggle, had you just scared the devil? Lucifer nodded smiling down at you.

As you looked up you noticed a piece of mistletoe hanging above him. Taking it as the perfect opportunity for you to try and kiss him. Standing on your tiptoes you lightly pressed your lips to his.

Lucifer froze. He didn't know what to say. "what was that for?" he asked when your heels landed back on the floor.

You kinda felt embarrassed, he didn't look like he enjoyed it. "mistletoe" you say pointing up at the plant. "if two people are under it they kiss" you say before trying to walk away fast.

Lucifer smiled saying "oh, and here was me thinking you wanted to kiss me," said. You stopped and looked at him. You couldn't tell if he looked sad or not, without meaning to say it aloud "I did" you whispered.

You felt your arm being pulled, the unexpected force pulled you back into him. "good because so have I for a while now" he said before kissing you. This kiss wasn't weird like the peck you gave him, it was passionate and heated and everything you had both wanted.

When you stopped you didn't know what to say, the bell of the clock behind rang meaning it was midnight. "merry Christmas" you said making you both laugh.

"Merry Christmas y/n," he said back before kissing you again. "I guess I'm gonna have to keep this mistletoe with me at all times if I get kisses like that" he joked.

You shook your head laughing, "you don't need mistletoe just to kiss me" you say back. With that, he smirked picking you up and carrying you to the couch. The pair of you laid there kissing and cuddling watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep.

Hours later, Sam, Dean and cas came back. To their surprise the bunker was fully decorated "looks like y/n had fun" Sam said looking at the lights and tree.

"Sam! Look presents" Dean said running over to see what ones were for him. Before Sam had to pull him away reminding him of how he can't open them till you were there.

"I don't know I'm surprised with more the gifts or decorations," cas said still looking around the rooms.

"how about the two turtledoves on the couch," Gabriel said appearing out of nowhere. Cas looked at him confused but looked to where Gabe was pointing.

On the couch was Lucifer and y/n cuddled up asleep with a blanket wrapped around them. "well it's about time" Dean said. Sam looked at him "what I'm sick of her giving him the puppy dog eyes" Dean added.

"let's leave them be," Gabriel said ushering them out the room. He turned at took one last look, hoping finally his brother will be happy and y/n will be the one to show how to be.

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My drawing oof Chris Wood

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I’ve just finished reading your Southside princess fic. I really enjoyed it!

Thank you so much 😘❤💕

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Why would anyone use those two colors (green and violet) together on their blog? Especially such a bold green. I don’t wanna overstep any lines, but it actually hurts my eyes. Hope you’re not mad (even though that sounded kinda rude from my side) change it or don’t. If you do so, maybe look at the color circle. Sorry for interrupting. P.s. I showed it a friend, because I wanted a second opinion and she thinks so too. Again, no bad feelings (sorry if you feel offended) -anon and anons friend

Hiya anon

I'm not mad, it is kinda bright. I used green and purple as they are my two favourite colours lol. As you said it hurts your eyes and and with the bright green I can see why I've changed it for you and other readers hope the light blue is better 😊😉

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sorry it took so long finally updated

master list updated

teen wolf

peter hale

he did it again

missed you

remember me

guess who’s going to be a father

unexpected wedding guest

the bad guy

the hunter

your anchor and your alpha

I’m with him now

stuck

black light party

surprise 

back home

the student vs the master

training 

A Dangerous Date

Savior 

Snowed in

tree shopping

lonely this chrismas

Something we’re not fighting

Living without you is driving me insane 

Busted- +18

dreams and wishes

Your mine - +18

Babysitting +18

A Valentines hunt

You’re not weak 

Derek hale

revenge 

stake out

coffee shop pt1

pool hall  pt2

his new anchor 

baby blues

mistletoe

misunderstanding 

Set up

theo reaken

what happened last night -+18

stay with me

secret meetings

Liam Dunbar

bait

Chris Argent

home this christmas

teen wolf preferences

how you met 

he says i love you

does something special 

find out hes a werewolf

he gets jealous 

y/n gets jealous 

riverdale

Fp Jones

new girl at pops

My best friends dad +18

southside princess pt1

southside princess pt2

southside princess pt3

southside princess pt4

southside princess pt5

jughead jones 

pacify her

it takes almost dying

Sweet Pea

You need to see this

we’re not all bad

He saved me

Her initiation

Locked In

Christmas gift

not good enough 

enemies with benefits +18

Baby Bombshell

Fangs Fogarty

nightmares

Guardian Angel part 1 

Guardian Angel part 2 

guardian Angel part 3

Guardian Angel part 4

Christmas with me 

forbidden fruit

changing sides

Toni Topaz 

one crazy night ( toni x betty)

Riverdale preferences 

How you met

He gets jealous 

He say’s I love you

y/n gets jealous 

supernatural

Lucifer

A prayer to the devil

A real imaginary friend P1

A real imaginary friend p2

A real imaginary friend p3

A real imaginary friend p4

Feathers

Dean Winchester

The king’s bounty hunter

Crowley

Escaping Hell P1

Escaping Hell P2

Escaping Hell P3

Escaping hell P4 

Where I fell in love

Maybe it is love

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Prompt  Peters true feeling come out when y/n is attacked by a Crimea Pairing  Peter x reader Warnings slightly angst with fluffy ending. Story

You, Scott and stiles had been friends for as long as you could remember. As kids sheriff Stilinski would call you the golden-trio. You'd never be apart, getting into mischief wherever you went. When Scott was bitten you'd been there to help Scott though it with Stiles and just like stiles had been dragged into the new world of the supernatural. When you turned 18 things started to change for you. Scott and stiles were there for you like you had been for them in the past. They tried helping you, work out what was happening, they had gotten deaton to take a look at you and had Lydia and Allison searching the beastire for answers to what you were.

You were something. You didn't have claws like Scott and you didn't find dead bodies like Lydia. You had visions, you could see things, like attacks or murders that were about to happen or just as they were happening. You'd helped Scott and stiles in the past when the alpha pack came to town you'd had a vision of Issac hurt, a vision of Cora and Boyd attacking Derek in the school basement and even a vision of Lydia being strangled by her teacher. 

Since this started happening Scott and Stiles had become overprotective about you. Especially when a certain old foe took a keen interest too. When your powers started to develop Peter had offered to help you learn to control them. He'd offered to keep watch when you started sleep walking into the middle of murder scene again. He had even shown up on occasions just because he could, teasing you with the lines "I just wanted to see you or is it really all that bad having a handsome wolf show up unannounced" All the sudden interest had stiles suspicious. Even Scott started to suspect something when Peter would always be around if you was or how he'd always offer to go with you if you had to go or do anything dangerous. 

You however didn't mind Peter, he didn't scare you and you certainly wasn't ready to let Peter or any of your friends see any fear or weakness in you. Being human and female you always felt you had to prove yourself during supernatural events. Also you had a small crush on the former alpha since Lydia had brought him back to life so spending time figuring out what you were with him made you happy.

Your powers had been going crazy lately especially after the deadpool had started. With all the premeditated deaths you spent most days trying to figure out the difference between reality and visions. Even though it had been put to an end it didn't stop the visions coming thick and fast of other attacks happening. It was like the deadpool unlocked them or something like that, During and since your powers seamed stronger and clearer. Today was no different, all day you had been seeing an attack in the woods. Trying to shut it out, you carried on with your day by going shopping. 

During the drive you started getting headaches, flashes of the woods. Seeing clips from somebody else's eyes. You could feel their panic, your heartbeat rose, just like the victims was. It had been getting stronger as the day went by. You'd had enough visions in the past few months to know when you started feeling the emotions of the person or the event was getting closer. You knew it wouldn't be long before this person would be killed.

Turning your car around you headed for the woods to try and help, calling Stiles on the way to tell him to get Scott and the others. Stiles didn't answer nor did Scott. Your next option was Isaac, thankfully he answered and agreed to meet you. Once at the edge of the woods you parked your car going to find out who and  what the vision about. You waited a few minutes for Isaac but couldn't shake the feeling something was happening and you needed to stop it and couldn't wait any longer and went off without Isaac knowing he'd catch up sooner or later.

As you ran in the woods the headaches got worse, you struggled to focus on where you were going. Different flashes of trees compared to the real ones in front of you made it harder for you to figure out where to go. Soon you stumbled into a clearing, one from your vision. Their was a small campfire and tent. "hello" you called out in a whisper, getting now answer you went to the tent to call again only to find it empty and trashed. 

A scream from deep in the tree line made you run from the tent. You couldn't tell if the rapid beating of your heart was really your's or more effects from the visions. You couldn't breath, seeing blares of a hellish looking monster. Deeper into the woods you heard more screaming, only louder. Knowing you were close you shouted back "I'm coming where are you?" trying to look around for somebody.

Looking behind you, you tripped over the body of young man. He looked like he was in his 20s and his chest and throat had been ripped open. You screamed scuttling away on your hands and bum, away from the body. It had somehow become all very real, you realised that you were alone in the woods with the creacher and no one to help.

You could hear snarling and growing, where you sat you couldn't tell if it was coming from the left or right. You slowly stood up trying to make little noise or any quick movements. The sound of a twig snapping make you look left, a pair of glowing snake like eyes were looking at you through the shrubs. You had seen eyes like this before, it was the same eyes Jackson had when he was a kaninma.

You started to run to the right, leaving the dead camper behind. Your chest tightened as you started to realise your vision wasn't the death of the camper but of your own attack. Everything you ran past was exactly the same as your vision. The sound of the kanima chasing you was terrifying, you knew one swipe of its claws would have you defenceless.

Just like your vision you hid behind a tree trying to catch your breath as your legs burned from the power and speed from running. You couldn't hear the monster anymore, so you crept around the tree trunk to see if the cost was clear. You couldn't see anything so took the chance to run, you had only taken ten steps when the kanima caught you.

The girl who attacked you wasn't just a kanima but also part werewolf. It was like nothing you'd seen before. You could hardly breath from were she's clawed your chest, you could taste the blood in your mouth as you coughed it up from lungs. Getting light headed from hitting your head on a rock, the tree tops started to blur and fade. You couldn't move or get help. Left in the woods paralized knowing you were about to die.

Isaac ran up to your empty car calling out your name. He saw the footprints leading into the woods, knowing they had to be yours he quickly followed them, calling you an idiot for going alone and not waiting. With the help of both Derek and Chris, Isaac had become a decent little tracker. Chris had taught him how to read the land, prints, breaks in branch's or plants. Derek had taught him how to use his other senses like smell and hearing to track.

It didn't take him long to find the camp. Looking around there was clear sign of a struggle and the strong secant of fear. He started to look for prints to lead him to you or the person you were trying to save. Fast walking through the woods Isaac's own fear grow when he started to smell blood. Looking around he found the source of the blood, the dead camper. Isaac could also smell your secant in the air too, he knew you had been here and couldn't be far. Calling out your name again Isaac had the worst gut feeling. Taking out his phone he dialled your number hoping you were on your way back to the car. In the distance the sound of your ringtone could be heard. Running to the sound of the phone, Issac found you, with chrimia stood over you. He growled getting its attention, bearing his claws and fangs at the monstrous girl. She fled terrified at the sight of the werewolf, like she'd never seen one before. 

Isaac didn't chase after her, he ran straight to you. The cut to your head was deep and so were the claw marks across your arms and chest. He picked you up taking away part of your pain, as he ran to the loft he kept trying to call your name and shake your body to wake you. Breathing a sigh of relief when he saw your eyes start to open, he kept talking to you saying everything okay and he was getting you help, just to stay awake.

Peter was sat reading his book when Isaac burst though the door. He was about to scold the young wolf for the noise, until he seen who Isaac was holding. He dropped the book horrified, blood soaked your hair and a large part of your face. Peter was off the couch and taking you out of Isaacs arms in a blink of an eye. "y/n look at me your at the loft, your safe now" he said in a soft tone. "what the hell happened" Derek asked walking into the room. Isaac was still shaking as he watched Peter lay you on the bed. "what happened?" Derek asked again this time with little less patience in his voice.

"y/n called me, she'd had another vision of a monster in the woods attacking a camper. I went to meet her but she'd gone off ahead. I followed her trail and found the camper dead and a kanima chrima stood over y/n about to kill her too" Isaac explained.

Peter looked over your injuries "here she's got a small scratch with kanima venom" he said pointing it out to the others. Derek and Isaac called Scott and the others as they planned to find the chrima and put a stop to its killing. "shouldn't one of us stay here to take care of y/n?" Isaac asked. Derek nodded in your direction, Isaac looked seeing Peter carefully sit you up while holding a bowl of warm water to starting to patch you up. In the rush of everything he didn't even see Peter get the water or a first aid kit. "I think Peters got that covered, now let's go" Derek said pulling Isaac out the loft.

"do you really think Peter is the best person to care for her" Isaac asked worried. Just like Scott and Stiles he didn't trust Peter. "I think she'll be fine with Peter. He's" Derek paused thinking of the right words. "different with her. He's somehow softer, it's like he tries to be better in front of her. Holds back his temper." he added. "if it was anyone else, I'd say he likes her" he joked meaning Peter couldn't like someone like that.

Issac nodded he had noticed a difference in Peter when you were around. How when you were around Peter would be more agreeable or how he'd offer to help the pack in something dangerous, especially if y/n was going too. However Isaac didnt have the time to worry about Peter, Scott and Stiles pulled up along with added information that the monster that attacked y/n was a girl from their school called Tracy. Who now needed to be saved not killed, if Peter was there saving wouldn't be on his to do list.

Peter however sat doing the only thing right now he considered important, tending to you. He assessed the wounds finding the worst ones and cleaning them first. He started with the gash on your head, carefully moving your hair out the way to see it properly. It wasn't bad and could be held together with butterfly stitches but he knew you'd have one hell of a headache when you woke.

Once he'd finished he placed an ice pack on your head hoping to take down the swelling, he started to wipe the dried blood from your face. He ran his knuckles over your cheek, watching you sleep. He knew if anyone heard him, he'd sound like a stalker but he loved watching you sleep. It made him feel peaceful and at ease when he was having a bad day.

You started to wake, feeling sore and unable to move. Panic raced though your mind as your tried to move your limbs. The only thing you could do was scream. Quickly Peter came into you veiw "hey, hey, hey calm down your safe" he said. You tried again to move but couldn't. Peter gently put his arms around you lifting you into a sitting position. "kanima venom, you'll be able to move as soon as it wears off" he said with a smile. "now that your awake, this might hurt a little" he said picking up a cotton wool ball coated in antiseptic. You hissed at the stinging but Peter continued to clean up your wounds, with a small smile.

"what are you smiling about?" you asked irradiated by his smirk and occasional laugh out his nose. Peter looked at you with questioning eyes, confused to the statement. "you, your smiling as your" you hissed again this time a lot loader. "cleaning. Do you like inflicting pain? Oh wait it's you so I guess that was a rhetorical question" you say wishing you could move.

Peter laughed again. "no I don't like inflicting pain, well not to you anyway. I'm laughing that my big brave strong human is wincing at a little antiseptic" he teased. "I've watched you take on werewolfs, I've seen you beaten hardly able to stand and not once complain in any form of pain. You've always been stronger than most of the pack. Yet a little bit of cotton wool seems to be your weakness" he finished looking at you with a playful grin. 

You laughed back at him, he had a point. Every time you'd gotten hurt in the past you'd made a point of not letting it show. "it's like a paper cut, stings like a bitch" you joked keeping up the strong independent woman vibe you always had.

Peter chuckled and moved onto stitching up the wound. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw you with tears running down your face. Feeling bad for hurting you he moved his free hand and let his fingertips touch your arm. As his veins started to go black, he noticed the pain wasn't physical but something else. "Is being in the same room as me really all that bad, yano you don't have to cry about it" he joked. He saw your small half smile. Any other time Peters joke would have made you giggle and possibly even go red at the thrilling reminder you and the dangerous hale were alone.

"that was a joke y/n, I know you can't move but a laugh or smile would be good" he said trying to lighten the mood again. You didn't feel like laughing you felt like crying, wanting to hid away alone. Turning your head away from Peter you sighed trying to move your fingertips. "well it's going to be a long hour or so if your not going to speak to me. And here I thought we were at least friends" he smirked. 

Looking at him confused, with a questioning snarl. "what didn't you know that's how long it usually take to wear off on a human anyway" Peter said with an evil but still light tone. That's when it happened, you couldn't stop the tears flowing thick and fast. Peter rushed over knowing these wasn't pain related tears. Taking the handkerchief out his pocket, he started to dry your eyes and face. The worried look on his face was almost heartbreaking. 

"please y/n, I know somethings up with you. If I'm going to be honest I've seen it over the last few weeks. I mean what I say I'm here if you ever need help, essentially controlling your power." he said in a gentle but firm way. You gave him your best half smile" it's not my powers, I'm fine.I'm just being silly" you say back.

He shook his head "you do know I can tell when your lying. I'm never going to force you do tell me anything you don't want to but please don't lie to me y/n, I know your not fine" he said sounding slightly hurt and annoyed, over pronouncing the word fine. This made you feel worse than you already did, Peter had been nothing but kind to you since Isaac dropped you here and you couldn't even be honest back.

Peter got up and heads to the spiral staircase that leads to his room. Sighing hard you call out "wait your right. I'm sorry I shouldn't of lied but I just feel so weak and admitting it out loud means it's real" you say trailing your sentence into a whisper.  You watched as Peter stopped and turned around to face you. Closing your eyes, you didn't want to see him looking at you with pity or smugly because he was and always more powerful than you.

You felt your pulse quicken as he sighed and the sound of his footsteps coming closer. "believe me, your anything but weak" he said. You opened your eyes to look at at him but it was hard to see him fully with still not being able to move. "I might not have your hearing but that doesn't mean can lie to me" you sadly say back.

Peter put his hand on your shoulder, moving so he could look you in the eyes head on. His eyes searched yours for answers, reading you in a way only a werewolf can.  You tired to adverse your gaze to anything but his eyes. "y/n look at me, I sore I'd never lie to you." he said annoyed you'd actually think he'd lie about this.  You looked at him, feeling the tears form again. Peter must have noticed too, moving his hand down your arm to your hand. "You really believe that don't you?" he asked but it was more a statement than a question.

You wished you could nod or move in some form of way so you didn't have to speak but once you opened your mouth you couldn't stop the words from flowing. "how can you say I'm not. I'm human, almost every time some monster comes to this town I get hurt, half the time I'm lucky in not dead. I have this power I can't control, I should have known who or what I'm seeing but instead I'm stuck in the middle of a horror story." your voice was now shaking. Your face now flooded with tears you couldn't wipe. Peter sat silent letting you get your emotions and fears out.

"I wake up in a panic that somehow I failed and everyone died. I try to act strong, be like you or Scott even Stiles is smarter then me. I don't know if I can do it anymore. I don't think I can be strong enough to help, instead I just get in the way. Every time I look in the mirror all I see is a scared little girl. Just look at me now, attacked by a creature after I was too late to save the camper and now temporarily paralized, stuck here making you look after like a weak little child who's crying like a baby because she can't move when you probably have better things to do" you finish.

Peter came closer and wiped your face, "come on stop these tears. Firstly I'm not here because I'm being made to be. I'm here because I care about you y/n. When I saw Isaac carrying you in, I thought you were dead! It felt like my worst fears come true" there was strain to his voice as he spoke. Like he feeling the emotions he felt then or just the thought of you dead.

Before you could question his rare glimpse of feelings Peter cleared his throat "secondly I can see how you feel that way. Especially when your surrounded by werewolves but let me tell you what I see when I look at you. I see a smart beautiful human girl who knows the danger of my world and faces it head on anyway. I see the girl who saved me from the alpha twins with a flare gun, if it hadn't been for you I would have died in that hospital. I see the strongest  most real member of this pack when I look at you" he said, making you blush.

You smiled and slowly blinking your eyes in a way of saying okay. He put his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest "It's okay to feel down, like there is no way out, but remember your not weak y/n" Peter said gently kissing the top of your head so light you second guessed yourself if he'd actually done it. For the first time you had been glad you couldn't move. Laying on Peters chest, with his arm around you like this had been a dream.

You laid there for a while, slowly getting feeling back in your fingertips. You started smiling to yourself. Peter could feel the movements of your face against his chest and the light shake your chest as you silently giggled. Even your sent scent had changed to a more pleasant joyful one. He smiled knowing you seemed happier but courosaty got the better of him. "what got you smiling like a cat" he joked sitting you both up but so he could still hold his arm around you taking full advantage of the situation.

You had already cried so really there wasn't much else you could do or say to embarrass yourself much more. "something you said, I might be thinking to much of it but you said you care about me" you admitted not even hiding the smile on your face. "I know you probably only meant it in a pack like way, you care about me as part of the pack but it was still nice to hear" you added. Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head "you were right you are thicker than Stiles because even now your still oblivious to how I feel about you aren't you?" This time his statement sounded like a question. You frowned, never noticing anything differently about how Peter had treated you now or in the past. "Didn't you ever notice how much I wanted to be around you how every time some creature came to this town I wanted to be close to you for protection. I don't do that for just anybody" he added. 

You thought about and he was right, he had always been there offering to help, saving your ass more times than you'd saved his. But with the rest of the pack you only believed he was interested in your power more than you. You had believed it even more when Scott and Stiles repeatedly told you over and over Peter only wanted to use you, not to trust him. "I thought you were only close to me for my power, well that's what everyone thinks actually" you timidly say back.

Peter laughed "yes, Everyone thought I was close to you for your power and and maybe at first it was. I was interested in the power you had but then I met you. So I let them carrying on believe that was all it was because I wanted to avoid them knowing the truth. And that's I've always felt something for you. I've always wanted to protect you, keep you happy and see your beautiful smile every day." he said. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he watched your eyes and face carefully for signs you wanted him to stop. Never wanting to up you in a place you felt uncomfortable." the truth is y/n, I think somewhere along the way I started to fall for you" he said, like it was the first time he'd said it aloud.

Using all the strength you had, you moved forward enough so your lips could touch his. Peter was surprised at first pulling back, but when you looked back at him smiling, the sound of both your heartbeats racing. He moved closer and kissed you again, this time with passion and feeling like it was his on and only chance.

The sound of the door made you jump and pull away from Peter. As you looked up Scott and Stiles where n the door way, walking down the stairs with Derek and Isaac behind. Stiles gave you a puzzled look "what's going on, y/n you okay?" he asked, clearly unsure what he'd just briefly seen. You panicked thinking what had Stiles seen and what they would say if they knew you had just been kissing Peter.

"I tried to move but the kanima venom hasn't fully worn off yet, Peter was helping me sit back up" you quickly lied. Stiles seemed to buy it, however the look from Derek made you think he knew that was a lie. Peter looked hurt, but went along with it anyway. "she's stubborn, I should have left her stuck" he answered, his tone a lot harsher and colder than normal.

Derek changed the subject by asking how you were feeling now and told you the chrima was actually Tracey a girl from your school. They found her in the wood but lost her when dread docters showed up, kicking their asses. "Lydia and allison are looking up her address now. When they call where gonna find her" Scott promised. By this point Peter had vanished, you wasn't sure why but it made you feel sad he just left.

Soon enough Scott, Stiles and Isaac left to try and find Tracey. Derek had gone to speak to argent to find out if he knew anything about the metal monsters. You hoped Peter would come back down after the loft emptied but he hadn't. Leaving you sit alone with your thoughts going crazy over that confession and kiss. You hadn't ever imagined he'd say something like that to you. Feeling irritated you got up heading to his room. The cuts and slashes from your fight earlier today, started to hurt especially when going up the spiral staircase.

Peter sat in his room feeling angry and humiliated. He'd opened up his heart to you and then when everyone came in you lied about the kiss you'd shared. He couldn't believe he thought you felt the same way, he sat thinking of all the signs he thought meant that. Like how you'd blush when he'd give a compliment or how he'd caught you more than once looking at him at a pack meeting. How your heart beat would change when he purposely got closer than he needed to be.

Or the biggest sign, when you and Lydia had come to the loft to pick put a few things for Derek, and didn't know Peter was upstairs. He heard your voice teasing Lydia about her crush on Aiden. "oh you mean the same way you have a crush on Peter, I've seen the way you are around him" Lydia teased back. He heard you deny it but he also heard the skips in your heart beat to, a clear sign you were lying to her. Now he thought how could he have gotten it all so wrong. He could hear your limped footsteps downstairs but chose to ignore them. He didn't know how to face you now, it felt like you had more or less pushed him away and rejected him. When he heard a small band and you cry out in pain, he was off his bed and at your side in seconds. You were sprawled across 3 steps near the top of the stairs, face twisted in pain and the small smell of blood filled Peters nose. "what the hell happened" he said picking you up and carrying you to his room.

"my side was sore and I slipped. I think I might have popped my stitches" you answer. Peter laid you down gently, carefully lifting your top to see the wound he'd stitched up earlier. It wasn't bad but with the movement you'd had caused it to bleed again. He re-bandaged you up, being nothing but tender, like he was earlier. How the silence in the room was uncomfortable for both of you. When Peter finished you broke the silence with a small thank you and a big smile. He couldn't stay too mad at you and sighed "anything for you but what were you doing at the top of the stairs?" he asked, thinking about how he found you and he'd let his own petty feeling stop him from being their when you needed him.

You started to feel embarrassed again, all the confidence you had to tell him you felt the same back had gone. "erm, well I wanted to talk to you" you mutter out, trying to mentally think of what you wanted to say next. Peter smirked he loved that look you had on your face. A mix of deer caught in headlight and lost puppy.  "well I wanted to talk about before and what happened" you say looking down not being able to look him in the eye.

Peter shoulders dropped, in his head he assumed that you were already regretting the kiss. "it's okay we can forget it happened if you want" he said turning his back. You didn't have to be a werewolf to sense his disappointment, his body language alone said that. You were puzzled and a little hurt he said, you didn't want to forget it. 

"what if I don't want to forget" you muttered, forgetting he could hear you. He turned to look at you, unsure if you'd said it or if he'd imagined it. He remembered about your actions earlier "you looked like you wanted to forget it before when your pack walked in!" he said still feeling hurt more than anything hiding behind his evil veil he wears.

You stopped to think seeing his point, "I'm sorry I did that, lied. But I confused you had just kissed me as they walked in I didn't know what else to say" you told him hoping he'd understand. When he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose you thought he didn't believe you. You wanted to show him you cared about him too. while trying to get up the pain shot though your side making you wince. Peter was at your side before you had chance to full get off the bed." you need to relax before you burst your stitches again" he said, gently laying you back. Peters hand lingered on your arm, your reached over putting your hand over his. 

"so what about do you want to forget all about it?" your voice uneasy as you asked the question. He looked at you shaking his head no, "Even if I grow old and start to loss my memories, I'll never forget that kiss" he answered with a smirk. "well that's good because I like you too Peter I always did but you can be unapproachable some times" you giggled leaning in to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

He looked at you smirking, before kissing you. He rested his forehead on yours "I meant what I said, I really do care about you y/n and if you let me, I will show you how much I like you" he said, letting his nose lightly brush against yours. You nodded hoping at the same time you could do the same. Peter smirked "let's start by me taking you out on a date, once you've started to heal. Until the I can do this" he said leaning in to kiss you.

For the best part of an hour you both sat cuddled up, kissing and talking nonsense about how long it took for you both to say you had feelings for the other. You promised him you wouldn't push him away again or make him feel like, starting with telling Scott and Stiles and the rest of the pack about your new found relationship with the big bad wolf. But for now you sat happy in the arms of Peter hale.

Derek and Isaac came back after they had found Tracy at the police station. No one fully knew what had happened to her, malia had told them about crazy metal men but no one seemed to believe her. Iassc looked around the loft for you, to tell you the news Tracy was dead, When Derek shushed him. Iassc went to the top of the stairs to Peters door and to see what had Derek smiling. Laid in bed was you and Peter both fast asleep, you had your head on Peters chest and his arms around your body. "well it's about time he told her. It was getting annoying watching him act like a puppy around her" Derek muttered.

Isaac wasn't sure what to think although he did have to admit the pair looked cute together. He'd suspected y/n liked Peter more than she'd said but this wasn't what he expected to see. "do you think he'll hurt her" Isaac asked worried about his friend. Derek shook his head no, "I don't think Peter would hurt her, not deliberately anyway, he really does care about her. I also think she will be good for him too, no more evil uncle Peter" Derek joked before pulling the young wolf away. He shut the door over careful not to wake either of you. "God help him when Stiles finds out" Isaac said walking away.

Peter opened his eyes with a smile having not really been asleep just enjoying the moment with you. Laughing to himself. He didn't know if it was the sound or his movement that woke you up. "why are you giggling" you said sleepy and trying to sit up with the least amount of pain you could. "listening in to Derek and Isaac" he answered.

You playfully slap his chest "you know that's rude" you say. Peter raised his eyebrows  "well isn't it rude to talk about people you think are asleep" he counteracts. You wasn't sure if he was talking about himself or you. "why what were they saying" you asked know wanting to know now what Peter had heard. 

"oh Isaac showing his concern over us, Derek reassuring him and thinking you'll keep me good. But the thing I was laugh most at was Isaac wishing us luck when Stiles finds out about us" he said laughing at the end.

He was right, telling Scott and stiles could go one of two ways, they accept it or they don't. Either way they won't be happy. He must have seen the look on your face "hey we can focus on telling your bonehead best friends tomorrow and if they don't like, then they'll just have to learn to deal with it. I'm not letting you go so easily, seeing as I've only just got you" he teased before kissing you passionately. You laid in his arms to go back asleep, thinking Peter was right as long as you were happy the rest of your friends should and would be happy for you.

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A valentines hunt - Peter Hale

Prompt -  Peter sets up a scavenger hunt for y/n for valentines day

Warnings -  none pure fluff

Pairing - Peter Hale x reader

Notes -

Y/n = your name Y/d/n = your dogs name Y/f/m = your favourite movie

Story - Peter had never celebrated valentines day before, heck he’d never been in love until he met you. So he had no idea what to do.

His first thought was to book a table at the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the city for you. However he knew you wouldn’t really enjoy it, it wasn’t really your thing and he wanted it to be special.

He’d spent a week planning the perfect day. Waiting till you feel asleep he kissed your forehead and whispered “sleep well baby hope you have fun” before leaving his first note too set up his hunt and get back in time to cook breakfast and disappear before you woke.

The light from the open curtains woke you up. Rolling over to try and block it out, you felt the empty space next to you. where peter should have been a note laid in its place.

‘my dear y/n, good morning I hope you slept well. In the kitchen you will find breakfast already made and your first clue. See you shortly all my love Peter.’

Confused by the note you quickly got out of bed, putting on your dressing gown and went to the kitchen. On the table was 3 heart shaped pancakes, with strawberries and syrup. You couldn’t help but smile imagining Peter making them, cutting out heart shapes just for you. Next to the plate was a small card with clue one written on the front

You sat down in a happy giggle over the mystery of it all. Tucking into your valentines breakfast you opened the card. 'hello sweetheart for valentines day I have arranged a scavenger hunt solve the clues and get your reward.

Clue 1 Let’s start your valentines treat Your first gift a sweet treat. Our start was the day we met, Do your remember, at the ___!

You bit your lip smiling at the words, reading them over and over. The answer was easy, outside the veterinary office. You had collected your dog from Dr Deaton after a check up. The husky pup wriggled her way of the lead and ran into the road. Peter was walking passed and stopped (y/d/n) from running into the road.

You smiled at the memory, Peter was so charming and swept you off your feet that day. After getting dressed you picked up the clue card and headed to the vets. The walk there you thought about how charming Peter was then, how you fell in love with him that day.

You pushed open the door hearing the bell ding. Scott was stood by the counter talking on the phone, you stood in the same spot but let your eyes scan the waiting room for a clue. You couldn’t see anything and guessed Scott held the next clue. Waiting till he finished on the phone you asked Scott about Peters next clue.

Scott however was clueless in all sense of the meaning. He didn’t know Peter had made you a valentines hunt and certainly didn’t know there was a clue in the building. “maybe you got the wrong place?” Scott offered trying to make you feel better. “it has to be here it’s where we met” you told him.

Giving up you left the vets ready to head home. Looking up the street you thought again about how the dog was saved by the wolf. That’s when you seen it a small envelope tied to the lamppost where Peter stood that day. Running over to it you seen your name on the front. Trust Peter to put it in the exact spot he first seen you.

You pulled the envelope off the post. It felt heavier than just a letter inside. Ripping it open you found a necklace inside, it was delicate silver with a small silver wolf pendant with light blue gem stones for the eyes. You smiled at the sweet gift, putting it on right away. Next you pulled out the little card.

Clue 2 Knowledge is the key for the next part, At the school would be a good start. This place to me means a lot, It’s a hiding spot.

You laughed at the clue this was more confusing then the last one. There was lots of hiding places at the school, too many to count. The first one could be the hale vault, or the basement. You decided to just head to the high school and whittle down the possibilities on the way.

Peter wouldn’t have put it in the vault, if he did you wouldn’t be able to get in to get it. The basement seemed a good idea but you can’t even remember a time you had both been in the basement together. Starting to think about times you and Peter had both been at the school. At the entrance only one memory came to mind. Smirking you headed inside going to the maths room.

Last year you had been helping Scott with the dread doctor problem. They came after you running the wrong way you had found yourself running the length of the second floor hallway alone. You screamed when a noise from a classroom, in fear you didn’t know where to go. Peter appeared in the class door way, “y/n get in here” he said in a whisper.

The both of you could hear the clinks and clanks of the doctors getting closer up the stairs. Peter grabbed you pulling you inside with him. As the sound got loader the pair of you hid in a small equipment cupboard. Your body shook in fear, you was about to be taken and experimented on, knowing you’d had a skin graft in the past making you compatible for their chrimias.

He held you tight inside the cupboard, keeping you calm, whispering in your ear “your safe, ill never let them take you” and other feel good sentences. However the most memorable thing Peter said “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you y/n I love you” it was the first time either of you had said the words to each other. To his word he kept you safe and got you away from the school and the doctors. You knew yourself you’d truly fallen in love with Peter that day.

As you opened the cupboard door you seen a long box with your name on it. You felt so exited to find a bunch of long steamed (y/f/c) roses. You took them out the box and smelled them, happy with his choice.  You picked up the card reading the next riddle wondering how many there actually was.

Clue 3 A movie and take out was our first date, I still wonder if you hate me for being late. Can you remember what we actually did see Find a copy in the movie store, maybe?

There was no maybe about it. You knew the movie would be at the the store and so did Peter. Since that first date you had rented (y/f/m) 50 times over, until Peter bought you the dvd for Christmas.

As you left the school building you heard someone shout your name. Turning around you saw Lydia walking behind you. “what are you doing here?” she asked. You smiled showing her the roses, “Peter made a valentines scavenger hunt” you say with a silly smile.

You went on to tell her about breakfast and all clues so far. Lydia seemed as giddy as you felt and offered to drive you to the movie store. “so what happened, why is he asking if your still mad?” Lydia asked referring to the line in the clue.

You chuckled “it was are first date and Peter was 20 minutes late to pick me meaning we were late for the show at the cinema. So Peter decided to drop by the movie store and get a take out and he turned Derek’s loft into our own cinema for the night. It was so romantic” you told her.

Lydia smirked “who’d of thought Peter could do something so sweet. I swear you’ve changed that man” she said. You knew Peter had a history and a terrible one too but part of you didn’t want to truly believe Peter was as bad as they all said. The way he’d always been with you was nothing but kind and respectful, and tried to keep his anger hidden around you.

Soon enough Lydia pulled up to the movie store, you went in to find the movie. As always the store was practically dead the only person inside was the store worker who was too interested in his mobile phone then the sound of the bell.

When you went to the section where your favourite movie is but all the copies were gone. In its place was a black and red paper bag with a fancy logo. Lydia gasped seeing the bag, no doubt it was a designer she knew.

Inside was a stunning dress, Peter had an eye with fashion picking out the perfect colour to make your skin tone. Holding the dress to your body you spun on the spot showing on the item. “y/n it’s gorgeous” he smiled at you. Your smiled beamed at her complement and slight hint of jealously.

Lydia noticed a card fall from the dress as you turned. She picked it up seeing clue 4 on the front “looks like this is yours too” she giggled. You placed the dress back in the bag, then took the card ready for your next clue.

Clue 4 End of the line your hunt is done, Hope your enjoyed your gifts and had fun. However if you look closer you’ll see another clue Put them together and find me, you know what to do.

As you went to leave Lydia desided she wanted a shush puppy. At the counter the store owner seen your bag. “so your Peters girlfriend” he said. You smiled and nodded watching him crane his neck down one of the aisle. “did you find the gift in the horror section?” he asked knowing you hadn’t. You and Lydia both looked at each other giddy, quickly walking to the horror movies.

On the floor in the corner was a gift box black with a red bow. On top was a fallen dvd, you picked it and put it back on the shelf turning all your attention to the box. As you opened it you gasped to find a pair of flat knee boots. The ones you had been looking at for a few weeks now but were a bit out of your price range. You squiled in delight at the boots. “dress up and find me when you figure out where” you heard Lydia say. You turned to face her seeing her read a small bit of paper.

You spent the drive home re reading Peters clues trying to work out his final stop. So far with no luck. Lydia was talking about the shoes and dress Peter had bought and how stiles would never get her things like that. Once you were home you got showered and Lydia did you hair and makeup. But it didn’t matter if you couldn’t find Peter.

“maybe it has something to do with a memory, and meaningful places. Your first meeting, first date” she said moving the clue cards. Lydia was right they were all firsts, just in the wrong order.

“they need to be in time order, look” you said taking the card. “Clue 1 it’s all about our first meeting” you say putting the card in place. “Next is clue 3 our first date about 2 weeks after we met” you said sliding that card next. “now the school attack. The first time Peter told me he loved me” you say with a smile.

As you looked at clue 4 Lydia asked “and this one isn’t that just the movie store too?” she asked. You were partly stumped with this. You tried to think of where in the order clue 4 went. “these boots are to die for” she said getting bored with Peters puzzle. “Lydia your a genius” you say. She looked at you smiled “I know but what did I do” she said.

“clue 4 its the last one. When we were at the movie store the was a dvd on the box at first I didn’t think anything of it. But it was an American werewolf in London. Peter made a joke about how he wanted to tell me something important about himself and the dvd would help him explain who he is. He wanted to tell me he was a werewolf but I already knew because of Derek. But when we left the store I asked him to show me, show me his wolf side for the first time” you explained moving the card into place.

“so is that where he is were he showed you himself as a werewolf for the first time?” she asked. You shook your head no “that was at the back of the movie store” you answered. Once in order the bigger clue became clear the first letter from each clue spelt out the answer, Peter was at the L A K E.

It didn’t take you long to get there. You should have guessed its where you’d had your first kiss with Peter. As you walked the path you could see the glow of lights ahead, walking faster with excitement. you reached the clearing, finding it covered in little fairy lights and candles.

A big blanket was laid out with a picnic basket in the middle, a fire was lit close to the blanket. Before you could take anymore of it in your dog came running at you almost knowing you down, followed by Peter. He walked over looking smart dressed in a black shirt and not one of his famous v-necks. He kissed you telling you how beautiful you looked. You both sat down the eat the meal he’d made all your favourite foods and sweets in the basket.

As it grew darker Peter got another big blanket and wrapped it around you both. You spent the next hour watching the stars or (y/d/n) playing on the grass. Peter looked nervous checking his watch every now and then like he was waiting for something. Soon Peter took something out of his pocket but kept it hidden from your view.

“y/n I wasn’t going to do this today. I thought it would be too clique but I couldn’t wait and I don’t think I could find a better time or place for this” he said. Moving he turned and sat on his knees, grabbing your left hand “y/n I love you and always have from the day we met. I don’t want to spend my life with anyone but you. So will you spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?” he asked showing you a diamond ring.

You nodded yes, happy tears running down your face. Peter slid the ring on your finger and surprisingly it fitted great. Picking you up of the ground he kissed you passionately. Your kiss was interrupted by a loud bang. You jumped and Peter laughed turning you to face the lake. The sky soon filled with fireworks you watched them light up the sky in a mix of colours as Peter held you from behind. “this is amazing” you say snuggling more into his hug/hold. “only the best for my girl” he said in your ear.

Soon they stopped and a small boat came towards the shoreline. Inside was Scott, stiles and Derek, they had helped Peter all day set up the little area and waiting out on the lake for the time to set the fireworks. The sound of footsteps on the path made you turn your head and see Lydia, malia and Liam coming too. Lydia held a bottle of champagne smirking at you, she’d known Peters plan all along.

They popped the bottle and everyone toasted to your engagement and for the rest of the night you, your fiance and friends celebrated the rest of valentines day and your future.

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Maybe it is love! - Crowley

Prompt/challenge - #5 “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” Written for @lifelovelaughangell123 writing challenge Warnings slight angst Story

Crowley and Dean sat at the bar, it was something they hadn't done since Dean's demon days. However both of them secretly enjoyed the moment even if neither of them were about to admit it.

The reason for this drink wasn't because they both wanted hang out, no! Y/n name had been kidnapped and both demon and hunter were looking for her. Crowley said he knew someone who might know her whereabouts and had arranged to meet him at the bar.

Dean stired at the clock on the wall, each tick of the second hand was deafening. The longer the he sat there the more anxious he became. He turned to look at Crowley who didn't look phased, he sat with a calm look on his face like it was a normal Saturday afternoon in the pub. 

"how can you sit so calmly? How do you know this isn't a waste of time?" Dean asked annoyed that his baby sister was missing and Crowley looked like he didn't care. "because if this demon knows what's good for him he wouldn't of called with nothing, also what a way to get in the Kings good books information on a Winchester and how should I be sitting?" Crowley said sarcastically. 

Dean snorted out a laugh, rolling his eyes "I know the real reason your here! Don't act like you don't have feelings for her, sam and I have seen the way you look at her. The way talked to her during your time in the basement and even though your sitting with a calming look but your white knuckles around that glass since we've been sat here tells a different story" Dean joked.

Crowley groaned "I'm a demon we don't love or have feelings. And the only reason I'm here is by saving your pesky sister is because you will owe me and I know having you in my pocket will be an advantage" he said back cocky. Before 

Dean could say anymore on the subject, a demon sat facing them. "finally" Crowley spat out "well what do you know?" The demon looked nervous, his hands shook and his palms looked sweaty. Dean wasn't sure if it was the human trying to take back control of his body but his gut told him the only reason a Dean would be this nervous is this was a trap or set up.

" I... I know were the Winchester girl is Sir! But there is a problem" he stuttered out not looking Crowley or Dean in the eye. Deans heart sank expecting the worst news, the news his sister was found dead.

"what problem!" Crowley roared slamming a fist on the table. "you said you know where y/n is, now tell me" he added. The demon finally looked up now more terrified than before. "please my king I'm just a messenger this wasn't my fault don't punish me" he said. Crowley frowned his mouth about to yell at the lacky, when siad lackys phone rang.

"you're so predictable Crowley," the female voice said over the phone. Crowley growled "abaddon" he said through gritted teeth. The night of hell started laughing through the phone. I see that human blood really did a number on you didn't it. How hard do you think it was to find your weakness." she said full of confident vemon.

" what in hell are you talking about" Crowley said trying to keep the upper hand in this conversation, knowing it was quickly slipping. "oh Crowley you've never made a good liar, Now here's how it's going to go down, I have a little game for you. Your human friend is in an abandoned Wear house in Nebraska or is it Pennsylvania, I can't quite remember it's one of them, chose wisely Crowley" abaddon said.

Dean looked at Crowley who had now gone quiet, the glass in his hand had now cracked he held it so tight. The offer of y/n over his title as the King of hell had him thinking. Dean knew what Crowley would choose and it didn't leave much hope for y/n

"now let's see what you want more to kill me and take back your throne or the life of the Winchester who has your eye. Choose is yours oh and Crowley you only have an hour before she's dead" abaddon said before the line went dead.

The demon went to speak but didn't even get out a word before Crowley clicked his fingers turning him to Ash. Crowley say in a blank silence thinking of what to do while Dean panicked and called Sam.

*** You woke with a throbbing pain in the back of your head. The room was large and dirty. You heard a voice of a woman laughing behind you, you recognised it the demon bitch Abaddon. You tried to fight against the ropes binding you to the chair but with no success. The noise of your struggle attracted the demons attention, "oh so the leverage is awake" Abaddon said. 

You stopped fighting as the red head came into view. This wasn't just a simple kidnapping, this was a power play from her for hell, how better to do it than killing the Winchesters. Kidnap you to focus your brothers out and kill all 3 of you. She's definitely be running hell then and running Crowley into a grave. She stood in front of you, looking you up and down. The frown/snarl on her face started to bother you, like she was judging you. "I really don't get it!" she said aloud as though she was talking to herself. "your pretty but no model, no make up, cheap flannel and denim typical hunter attie. So why oh why is Crowley so interested in you" abaddon said this time it felt more to you.

Any other time you would have been happy to hear those words, you'd liked the demon King for a while. You had spent time talking with him in the dungeon getting to know the real Crowley. The deep and honest talks you both shared was one of the things that made you fall in love with him. However the monstrous things he's done remained you he was a demon incapable of love.

Right now those words from abaddon meant she wasn't after your bothers but after Crowley. It kind of felt like you had no chance of getting out alive Crowley wouldn't trade everything for you. Not wanting to look weak you took a breath and tensed your shoulders. "what do you want bitch? Coz you seriously can't really think you can use me to break Crowley if so it makes you thicker than you look and I didn't think that was ever possible" you say back laughing, earning you a slap across the face.

"don't underestimate me girly, Crowleys little blood addiction make him weak and my sources tell me that weakness is you. However your right I can't be sure he'll chose you so that's why I've gave him a game to play and right now he's sat somewhere thinking what's more important to him. However no matter what Crowley chooses he'll still be walking into a trap along with those knucklehead brothers of yours. Crowleys lost most of his respect in hell and I have my armies waiting for them, now who's the smart one just be thankful your not already dead, I want to their faces as you die in front of them" Abbadon said, cycling your chair the whole time. 

Soon another demon who looked more like a builder than a demon, walked in. making you remember the humans inside these monsters. Part of you wished you'd copied Sam in learning an exorcism off by heart, it wouldn't work on a knight if hell but the other demons you may have had a chance with removing. You watched as he handed her a phone, abaddon looked and smiled "show time, oh and I can't have you shouting in the background so" she said clicking her fingers making a gag appear on your mouth. She walked out the room but stayed near the doorway. Her high pitched voice you could make out bits and pieces of her conversation. It sounded like she was talking to Crowley or possibly Sam and Dean, toying with them giving them two states to chose from.  The last thing you heard, "you have an hour before the girl dies" gulping hard you wished you knew the time or even where you are. Not like you could tell anyone. 

Abaddon walked back in looking smugger than before, "well looks like thags my cue to leave sweetie, shame we couldn't make this last longer" she said, as she plunged a small blade into your stomach "the small of blood will really get my hound hungry" she said looking at an empty cage in the corner of the room.

The cage wasn't empty. A few seconds after abaddon cut you and left you to slowly bleed out, you heard it. The grunting and snarling of a hellhound. You hadn't had much experience with hell hound, only what Sam and Dean had told you. Now, hearing but being able to see the beast you could understand Dean's fear.

*** Dean finished his call to Sam and went back inside the bar looking for Crowley. He was still sat with his head in his hands. Blood dropped from his hand onto bits of shattered glass.  Dean was surprised to see Crowley so conflicted, his call to Sam was only a few minutes but he'd at least expected to have moved by now. Dean pulled Crowley out his seat, "come on man we gotta go, sam is at the bunker and can be in Nebraska, so we'll take Pennsylvania" Dean said.

The sound of Dean pulled Crowley out of his pitiful thoughts. Now he was flooded with anger all he wanted to do was save y/n and make abaddon pay, painfully. Seeing the confused look on Dean's face Crowley knew he must look weak now not just a few Abaddon follows but to the likes of the Winchesters now too. "good what we standing here for squirrel, I've got a kingdom too take back" he carefully said not wanting to look too concerned about y/n.

Crowley snapped them to a quiet street of the edge of bethlehem, where an old out of use steel mill stood. "what are we doing here?" Dean said as Crowley dragged them behind a car. "shush you idiot, and look over there" Crowley said. Dean looked in the direction he was pointing out. 

To Dean all he saw was 3 men talking and smoking outside the mill However Crowley could see their real eye, pitch black and 100% demon. "I'm guessing their not three workers on a break" Dean said. Crowley nodded "and the dog walker and the new mum with a pram" Crowley added.

Dean looked hopeful "so that means she's here right with this many demons on guard" he said getting himself ready to fight. Crowley didn't look so happy "Abaddon is here y/n isn't" he said making Dean look at him confused. "that guy in a suit running in is one of closest confidants. Abaddon wouldn't go anywhere with out him meaning she's here. I know her Dean she wouldn't keep her leverage in the same place she was laying a trap" Crowley said sadly. 

Dean wasn't willing to believe they'd lost. "well Sammy is on his way to y/n now. So how about we go in and kill this bitch once and for all! I'm not giving up now!" Dean said angrily. Crowley wasn't giving up but he wanted to be careful "your right but we need to be smart. Running right up to the front door is only going to get us and your sister killed or will it?" Crowley said forming his own plan in his head.

After calling Sam and finding out his was only ten minutes away from y/n with a twenty minute window still left. Crowley told Dean to stay put until Crowley gave the signal. "this pan is gonna get me killed isn't" Dean said half joking half serious, Neither demon or hunter like this plan but it was the only one they had. Abaddon sat at a dusty desk, one that hadn't been used in years. Like she was on the throne of hell, a bunch of highest order of demons in hell. Crowley was dragged in by for demons and forsed on his knees in front of her. "well what a pity I thought you'd have gone after the girl first" she mocked. Before sending a demon off, no doubt to tell whoever had y/n Crowley was here.

Crowley stood up, shaking of the two demons "did you really think using the stupid Winchester girl would shake me, you had a better chance when you used Gavin" Crowley said. After 3000 years of being a demon, Crowley had perfected lying and lucky enough the demons in the room looked like they were believing it. Crowley smirked as he watched these demons whisper among themselves. "you really are stupid if you think I have FEELINGS" he said the word full of disgust "no I got close to the girl to get information on her brothers and how the plan to close the gates of hell for good, throwing small but important spanners in their plan. I've been playing the long game, earning trust and playing the Winchesters for personal gain" he finished.

Abaddon turned her to the whispering demons, her face turned sour hearing the positive murmurs in Crowley flavor. She was hoping to gain the gain the courts without too much fuss, now it looked like she'd have to play a different card. Over her shoulder Crowley seen Dean making his way in. "so your plan failed Abaddon and I'm here what's stopping me from killing you" Crowley said keeping the knights attention away from Dean. Abaddon screamed in frustration using her power to repeatedly attack Crowley. He wasn't going to beat her, she would rip him apart here and now for making her look a fool. He let her, let her ego take over let her believe she was winning. Crowley now had slashes across his face arms and body, anytime he fought back he missed or did minimal damage. Crowley looked at Dean using his eyes to signal now.

Dean was only a few steps away holding the first blade in his hand. It was raised ready to strike. Abaddon flicked her wrist sending the blade across the floor along with Dean almost knocking him out. Once she saw Dean was no longer a threat she moved closer to Crowley. "did you really think that would work against me, maybe some of these foolish idiots you work with but me" she said grabbing him by the throat.

  Crowley slid the real first blade out of his sleeve stabbing it into her kidney. "no I didn't expect you to fall for Dean's attempt but your too egotistic to believe I'd kill you" Crowley said pushing her away from him. His anger got the better of him as he repeatedly stabbed her again and again with the jawbone blade.

"you think you can just roll up, take my crown, my power" Crowley started his attention turned to what was his court "you all underestimated and followed this bitch to your deaths" he said, pointing to abaddon who was now trying to drag her bloody body away. "I'm the king and I give the order those against me will end up like this" he said finally stabbing her in the heart twisting it into red headed demon gasped her final breath. His court fled, all scared they'd meet the same fate.

Crowley and Dean were about to leave when the heard one of the demons who hadn't left laughing "even if you bet her today she still won, your Winchester girl will already be dead." the demon said. Then went on to tell them of the horrors that awaited whoever found y/n. Dean couldn't hear anymore, waste any more time. Using his demon blade he killed abaddons right hand demon. Then looked at Crowley in panic without a word Crowley grabbed Dean telephoning them out of the steel mill. Both praying its not too late.

*** It felt like hours you'd been sat there for, time had gone blurry. The wound left by Abaddon was still bleeding, it made you feel weak the longer you sat. Your were struggling to stay awake, believing if you went asleep you wouldn't wake back up.

The builder demon hadn't left the room since Abaddon had, Acting like a bodyguard. Not like you needed one, it wasn't like you were going anywhere, you couldn't escape your ropes and every time you tried the stab wound would bleed more. Also with the sound of the hound behind you, it wasn't like you could run away from it.

A blond girl in her mid 20s came in and whispered something into the builders ear. The more she spoke the more his face turned serious, he looked at his watch then whispered back. You tried to hear what was getting said but couldn't hear a word. The woman left and the other demon walked towards you, a smug smirk on his face. 

"well looks like you were right Crowley chose his crown and the chance to kill abaddon over you!" he said with a smile. Leaving you alone, your heart sank. You knew Crowley wouldn't love you back but you didn't expect him to leave you to die at abaddons hands. Part of you believed that maybe you meant something to him, even if it wasn't love you still believed that you were his friend and he wouldn't let his friend die for power.

You'd hadn't been alone long when you heard something outside, something that was the sound of hope. The sound of a shotgun then more fighting and muffled shouting. The builder demon ran back into the room "guessing Crowley told my brothers where to find me" you smirk at him.  

The demon snarled you "before you get your hopes up, yes it's true your brother is here but alone he doesn't stand a chance. In fact I'm sure he's already dead, and All that's left to do is feed the beast, any last words" he gloated.

You looked up at him spitting in his face. He punched you in the stomach making you cry out in pain. "just like your brothers stupid and stubborn till the end, well guess what this is your end, unless I see you in hell" he said as he pulled the lock off the cage. As quick as he snapped the lock he ran out the door, even demons are scared of hounds you thought.

Your heart pounded against your chest as you heard the cage door swing open. The sound of it sniffing the air sent goosebumps over your skin, the sound of its footsteps getting closer brought a new kind of fear you'd never felt. This was it the end, no way to escape. Even if Sam or Dean was outside they'd never get to you fast enough. Even if by some miracle they did open the door now it would only mean their death too. No right now your only hope or final wish was for your brothers to get out alive away from this hound.

You could feel it next to you now, it's hot breath washed over you, blowing your hair with each breath. Even if you couldn't see it, you knew or was smelling the blood from your stomach. Why hadn't it killed you yet, the way it was toying with you felt worse than anything.  It cycled you growling and snarling, tapping you with its paws like he was testing your reactions or. The calm before the storm. "y/n" you heard coming from the halls it was Sam's voice. Your final wish hadn't come true. The sound of your brother outside the room riled up the hound who pounced on you tearing at your flesh. You screamed in pain as the door burst open. Sam came into your view, he looked tired and covered in blood, you hoped none of it was his. Using the last of your strength you screamed out to him "Sam it's a hell hound run" the last thing you saw was Sam rise his gun then the bite of the hound.

*** Crowley and dean ran into the warehouse, to the sound of screams. Bobby came running down the hall almost knocking them over. "run hell hound" he manged to say before Sam came running and shooting behind him. Dean went white just a name of it sent his mind scared. Crowley whistled loud, "juliette sick 'em" he shouted. A gust of wind went past the group along with a terrifying growl. Quickly the dreadful sound of the two dogs fighting could be heard. 

Dean turned to Sam "where's y/n?" he asked. Sam looked at his brother with a saddened look she was in there with the hound. Dean went to run into the room, sam tries to hold him back "don't" he shouted but it was to late. Dean stopped at the doorway the look of horror in his face. 

Bobby and Sam followed him slowly knowing the bloody sight they were about to see. Crowley also stayed behind not wanting to see the result of abaddons handy work. "Sammy! Sammy getting here she's still breathing" Dean's voice could be heard.

Crowley pushed past Sam and Bobby. Her eyes were closed but the a faint rattle of breath could be heard, most likely from punched lungs or windpipe. There was too much blood for anyone to tell right now.

Dean went to pick his little sister up only to be shouted at by Crowley "don't touch her get back!" he ordered. Dean starting yelling at Crowley but he didn't hear a word of it, instead he starting chanting in Latin. Sam grabbed Dean holding him when he saw Crowley was trying to help. Y/n breathing wasn't raspy or shallow anymore. Dean who had tears down his face kept saying "She needs a hospital, what are you doing?, is she going to be okay"

Crowley never answered or took his focus of y/n. When he finished the spell he looked her over, trying to block everyone else's view until he was sure it had worked. He turned to face the others holding y/n limp in his arms. It was only small movements of her chest that made her look alive. "I've healed the wounds caused by the hound, I can't heal this. It's been caused by a human made blade not hell magic" he said. "she's stable but will need to go the bunker Infirmary" he said to Sam.

Sam took y/n from Crowley giving a small smile and nod in appreciation. Taking you outside to Bobby's jeep. Bobby quickly followed Sam calling for Dean to hurry up. Dean looked at Crowley "wanna come with us, we can finish that drink at the bunker" he offered, after today all of them could use a drink he thought.

*** Sam walked into the library after checking in on y/n. "She's sleeping I think she'll be okay, I'm going to bed now" Sam said leaving Dean and Crowley alone. The pair finished their drink with not much left to say, they had already given Sam a detailed account of what happened in Pennsylvania. While Sam told them all he knew about happened in Nebraska. How there was an army of demons he and Bobby had to fight through before they saw stay ripped apart by the beast. Dean wasn't sure what to say and also wasn't in a mood to make small talk with his unusual friend. After finishing the last of his drink Dean gave a big yawn and streching his arms. "think I might get some sleep soon too" he said. Crowley who was only half listening looked up "yeah its late I should" he said snapping his finger's, vanishing from deans sight. Crowley didn't go to hell or wherever he called home like Dean thought. No Crowley snapped himself to the infirmary to see y/n himself instead.

*** Looking at the clock it read 2:04 am, Crowley snapped himself another glass of Craig, muttering how he wish he could kill abaddon all over again this time making it painful and last a lot longer for what she'd done to y/n. Soon the time went faster along with his his 30 year bottle of Craig. He'd spent the best part of an hour arguing with his own mind, feelings and most of all heart. Things had changed since the blood trials, since he'd opened up to y/n.

He finished his drink, making the the glass vanish. The scotch wasn't helping or making him feel better. Taking y/n hand in both of his he kissed her knuckles. "it's strange, earlier today Dean made a comment about how I was in love with you. I would have disagreed, in fact this morning I would have said I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. I'm a demon y/n my feeling died a long time ago and yes the blood brought me to an almost human stage. But it wasn't truly the blood that made me feel it was you. After you, squirrel and moose sobered me up and got me off the blood the feeling for you were still there. I found myself at times thinking what would be my consequences for an action, especially against your knuckle head brothers, what would happen to our friendship, our connection. And I've never cared what the consequences of my actions would mean if someone hated me for killing or backstabbing somebody" Crowley rambled, it was like a confession.

  He took a deep breath looking your face over "today, when I saw what abaddon did to you, I thought I'd never see you smile again, never hear you laugh again, never shut someone up with a clever one liner, me included. Never have another one of our secret late night talks when things were getting too much." Crowley was starting to hear the sound of his true emotions in his come through. The cracks in his voice strain more than once while he was talking.

He coughed and shook his head trying to be the demon he always is but with her alone he couldn't put on the cold selfish act he'd been doing lately, even if she couldn't tell. But something about saying it aloud made him feel better, it was hard and painful but also a relief to be honest with himself. "seeing you in that moment made me think maybe it is love, maybe I do love you. I just wish I could take you out and find out if it is love I'm feeling for you maybe if I was ever brave enough I'd say all this to your face, instead of when your asleep healing from something I got you into. I wish I could understand all of these feelings and share them with you" he said the wishfuly.

The sound of your groan made Crowley jump. "well" you tried to say coughing a little. Crowley snapped his fingers giving you a glass of water. After a quick sip and a smile thanks, you looked at him. "well valentines day is next month, maybe we can go on that date you were asking me on" you say. Crowley frowned "you erm heard that" he asked now looking a little embarrassed, which only made you giggle. "yes, I actually heard all of it starting with what Dean said this morning and your right maybe I love you too we'll just have too see were it goes" you say hoping he wouldn't be to mad at you for listening to him pour his innermost thoughts out.

Crowley smiled leaning down kissing your cheek "I would indeed, but you need to rest first, you can't visit France, Italy or England like this" he said pulling your cover back over you. The rest of the night you both sat just talking about the places Crowley would take you. Anything important or what happened today could wait till tomorrow, until your brothers were awake and everything went back to normal. For tonight you both enjoyed being with each other and being alive. Crowley sat there as y/n fell asleep in his arms but he could still hardly believing his luck, he had his throne back, abaddon was dead, his demons feared and now loyal to him again and now it looked like he could actually love and be loved back.