#Bad Friend Scott McCall

[stereksimp]

*Stiles just killed Donovan in self-defense. He pulls out his phone, pausing on Scott's contact and stares at it. He remembers each time Scott has left him hanging or didn't believe him and promptly clicks on 🍋🐺. The call barely starts in on the second ring before it clicks.

Derek: What's wrong?

Stiles: Why does anything have to be wrong for me to call you?

Derek: Because if everything were alright, you would have just texted.

Stiles: ....I killed someone.

Derek: Why?

*Stiles proceeds to tell him all about Theo and the Dread Doctors. Then quietly goes through the night with Donovan.*

Stiles: I just need someone that will believe me. Please.

Derek: I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. You're going to be fine. Stay with the body. Call your dad. Tell him exactly what you told me. You did nothing wrong.

Stiles: *crying* I killed someone!

Derek: *calm* NO. You protected yourself and your father. I'm checking in at the airport right now. I'll be there in 16 hours.

[jadezdominion]

Stiles: I KNOW you’re not delulu enough to think you’re smarter than my husband is. *snarls*

Scott: I KNOW I’m smarter! If not, I couldn’t have become True Alpha. Deaton said so.

Derek: *sighs in exasperation*

Stiles: Scott, the only “big” word you know is ephemeral and you had to study it for a week.

Scott: Yeah, well… I have claws.

Stiles, looking unimpressed: You know what? Final straw, McCall. Take yourself and that room temperature IQ of yours out of our home. Oh, and don’t come back.

Derek: Thank you for defending me, baby. I’ve tried for a year with him.

Stiles: *begins a fluent convo in Greek with Derek while flipping off Scott* Pánta agápi mou. (Always my love)

Isaac watching amused: Alithinó álfa kólo mou! (True Alpha my ass!)

Stiles, cooing: Aaww pup, you’re doing so well with lessons!

Isaac: *blushing* Thanks Mom.

[arlos-warm-drpepper]

Rewatching this scene. Would love to point out that Derek is not only the one yelling Stiles name when he sees Stiles is about to put himself in danger, but he is also the one who starts walking back (closer to the giant fkn beast chasing them) to keep Stiles out of danger. Not Scott. Scott stays at the door like he doesn’t even care about Stiles at all. Sterek 4 life

[littlesarcasticdemon]

Okay so we all know the fics where stiles is kicked out of the pack or the ones where he kind of just becomes part of Derek’s pack after the torture incident really just Scott being a bad friend

Anyway just imagine how funny that shit looks from an outside view like imagine being his classmate and living like across the road from him just being confused why someone who was previously wanted for murder is practically living at the stilinski house or like a person who is known to be dead(Peter) one day just walking out of stiles house or like witnessing Erica Boyd and Isaac sticking to stiles and constantly like touching him at school or like one day this person like overhears one of the pack or Liam calling him mum or whatever

Like I feel like it would be so funny to read just the utter confusion and like I have got to find out what the fuck is happening of that

[blue-the-hedgehog]

It’s out !! Finally after a whole year working on it! WOW a year, it feels like 6 month.

Well it’s out, it’s really not on the fun side of the force. I still hope that you will like it !! Just read the TW before starting it !

And it’s based on Don’t let the light go out by Panic! At the disco

This light is out!

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Major Character Death

Fandom:Teen Wolf (TV)

Chapters:9/9

TW : This fanfic include : Major character’s death, mention of abuse and mistreatment on kids.

Summary:

It was supposed to be an easy fight. Like all the ones they had done. He was supposed to come back home definitively. They were supposed to live forever together. To be surrounded by their family and pack. But here he was, looking at his Mate, pleading to all the gods, asking for one favor: Don't let the light go out!

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Peter Hale Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, past trauma, Abandonment, Stiles Stilinski Has Abandonment Issues, Stiles Stilinski Has Mental Health Issues, Stiles Stilinski Has Panic Attacks, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), showering, taking care of each other, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Feelings, Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Falling In Love, Protective Derek Hale, Overprotective Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Crying, Smut Series: Part 3 of Broken Like You Summary:

You can never really bottle up all the past trauma, sooner or later it will spill. Stiles is having a breakdown, Derek is there to help, Stiles shares a piece of his past.

[dropofbittersea]

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

[gege-wondering-around]

Chapter 3 is out!

finally, chapter 3 is out!

It took me longer than expected to correct this (maybe because i hadded like 2K words to it while correcting it... anyway!) but i still made it work!

lemme know what you think of the story so far in the comments if you'd like, it'd be my pleasure to read about y'all opinions!✨

and thank y'all for sticking around to read it, hope you'll like it!🫂

and if you missed the other two chapters, you can find them here⬇️

[vmures]

Midnight Rain - Fic and Soundtrack

My giftee this year was the fabulous @mizzricki. I had a blast creating this and hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it. Happy Holidays! <3 <3 <3

Title: Midnight Rain Rating: Teen Warnings: no archive warnings apply Fandoms: Teen Wolf Category: m/m  Relationships: Stiles/Peter  Tags: Steter Secret Santa 2023, bad friend Scott, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, found family, background pairing Chris Argent/Derek Hale

Summary: Stiles knew in that moment that it was over. Scott would always be sunshine–would always want a world where things were clear-cut and easy. Villains wore black hats and good guys never killed. And Stiles, well, he’d always been the rain–the gray, pessimistic counterpoint to Scott’s unrelenting optimism. And after everything he’d survived, he knew he’d never see the world in anything other than shades of gray.   Read on ao3

[whimsicalmeerkat]

devil don’t take a break - teen wolf - ch 10

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Derek's pretty sure he knows now how Stiles walked directly to him in the preserve. He knew Stiles was here at the bus lot without any need for scent or enhanced hearing. He knew blocks away. What he doesn't know is what to make of the new connection.

Derek and Stiles both try to figure out what is up with their new connection and Derek’s mouth gets him in trouble.

[stilesdemonbaby]

Too Much Of A Good Thing by GracieBirdie

Summary:

Stiles can't just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter's basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles' life is ever just that simple...

Tags: Alpha Peter Hale, Peter's got a crush, Murder Husbands, Sort Of, Pre-Slash, The Alpha Pack, Alternate Season/Series 02

Published: 2019-09-23

Words: 14,343

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: M

[jadezdominion]

WiP Teaser

Writing be like... Can the WiP write itself? UGH! Anyways, expect a little torture scene in my upcoming fic. Why is my brain like this?

Thank you to @cat-on-the-fence @darkplotbunnyfarm and @kymera219 for giving me the push to expand on this fic.

Part 1 of the story for those who want to know what it's about. Also, I'm sorry for the sad vibes. It won't be like that for the whole story. <3

WiP Teaser Snippet:

Stiles's lifeless body hung limp in Derek's powerful arms; his lips were starting to turn a cadaver blue he never wanted to associate with the boy, and his typically rosy cheeks were pale.

Unbelievably consumed by his grief, and rightfully so, Peter realized that Derek had not heard anything he said. Almost as if the words had been spoken in an unknown dialect; they didn't register whatsoever. 

He moved to take Stiles from his arms, and that's when everything seemed to hit Derek like a freight train. He roared at Peter and clutched Stiles's body against his chest. Cradling him as if he were made of spun glass.

"Derek, my Alpha, please, for the good of our existence, I need you to HEAR me! I can get our Stiles back, but we HAVE to leave… NOW!"

Peter didn't mean to growl out some of those words, but he needed his Alpha to listen and hear what he said. Time was of the essence, and the longer they stayed there, the more they risked being discovered.

The only reason the nurses and doctors had not flooded the room once Stiles died was that Peter had hacked their system and crossed his vitals with a different patient.

"We can get him back, Peter? Okay. Okay."

His voice was soft and hoarse, yet determined. Derek wrapped a blanket around Stiles and lifted him up. A soft sob escaped his lips when Stiles's head fell back before he could maneuver him into a better position. He cleared his throat and motioned to Peter to lead the way.

They weaved their way through the hospital's least traveled hallways until they reached the back exit. Ironically, the morgue provided the best way to leave the Hellmouth that was Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

Peter let his murderous thoughts keep him grounded as he opened the backdoor to his Lexus LX 600 SUV for Derek to lay Stiles's body down across the backseats.

He already knew how to make each nerve ending the human body possessed light up in the most unpleasant ways, and he would be making sure Scott felt each one in depth before he begged for death.

He did so love when his victims begged.

Derek couldn't bear leaving Stiles's side, and well, fair. He watched his nephew climb in and put his beloved's head in his lap. Sighing, he closed the door for them and made his way to the driver's side. He was ready to get the show on the road, so to speak.

He had activated the call to those he would need tonight, but it was time to give Derek the details he had kept secret for far too long. He looked through his rearview mirror, and the sight crushed him.

His nephew was reverently carding his fingers through Stiles's hair and whispering words of promise that they would be together soon. He knew that if they didn't bring Stiles back, Derek would end his own life and join Stiles in the Here After.

He cleared his throat to get the attention of a heartbroken Alpha. Derek looked up at him with a sadness that seeped deeply into his eyes, and it made Peter want to climb into the backseat and hold him close. Now was not the time for those feelings, though. He needed to be strong for all of them.

"Alpha, I can't begin to imagine your agony. I need you to acknowledge what I tell you and focus. Are you able to do that?"

Derek nodded at him and flashed his Alpha red eyes, signaling he could proceed. That's a start, at least. Now, the hard part. He knew this would not be easy to accept.

TBC

[handsofred]

Unpredictable

Reading on AO3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: teen wolf - Fandom Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Talia Hale, Cora Hale, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fix It, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Pack Beta Derek Hale, Everyone Is Alive, Redemption, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, from Scott's point of view

Scott shakes his head as he stares towards Stiles. He doesn’t recognise the person in front of him anymore, doesn’t understand why he would lie so much and so hard. Donovan wasn’t the monster that Stiles was trying to make him out to be. He had listened to Theo’s accounts of what happened, had seen the scene for himself before sending Theo off home and it sounded and looked like it made so much more sense…after all, why would Donovan want to go after Stiles of all people.

He was nothing, a nobody.

Turning, Scott left Stiles standing there in the rain, the fat drops sliding down over his skin as he walked away, ignoring the shouts and begs that came from the teenager behind him.

It was Stiles’ fault.

Everything that had happened over the past few years, now that Scott thought about it, it all led back to Stiles. Every bad thing that has happened to him, every time he has gotten in to trouble, Stiles was right there by his side, guiding him through the motions which led to each downfall and scolding.

Afterall, it was Stiles’ fault that he had been bitten by Peter Hale in the first place. He had been the one to drag him out in to those woods that night, he had been the one who dragged him through the darkness and the trees until they came across Laura’s body. It was Stiles’ fault that Allison and so many others were dead now, cut down in their prime, stopped before they could live their lives to the fullest. He and Allison could’ve found so much happiness together, could’ve gone on to grow old together and have kids one day maybe.

It was all Stiles’ fault.

And now there has been another death, another unnecessary death at the hands of the person he had once called his brother. And Scott couldn’t deal with it anymore, he couldn’t deal with the human that had brought so much pain and misery to his life. As he moved through the street and back to his bike, his mind was full of things he could change before they landed on the one thing that he had remembered Deaton mentioning in passing. A way to go back and change things in the past. Deaton had mentioned that it was dangerous to cast, that time travel could be a fickle thing to play around with. He hadn’t had any good stories of people who have been known to meddle with the past but Scott didn’t care. He had decided on it by the time he started the engine up.

He would go back in time and stop Stiles.

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[littlesarcasticdemon]

Okay so we all know post season three Scott wasn’t there for stiles (and in my opinion before but besides the point) so I binged season four again like a month ago and I just realised that somehow Scott’s dead beat dad was there for him more than scott in that season which is actually horrendous 😳

[sapphireginger]

Steter Week 2023

Day #3: Your Enemies Are My Enemies

Summary:

Stiles squeezed his mate’s hand to soothe the angered alpha and watched Scott puff out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be intimidating. “No.”

“NO?!” Scott growled. “What do you mean no? This isn’t negotiable. You're my pack!”

“Am I?” Stiles asked calmly.

Scott hesitated and nodded firmly. “Yes.”

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. “I love Peter and he loves me. I’m not leaving with you, and you can’t make me.”

“Wanna bet?!” Scott snarled.

Peter’s control was rock solid, airtight, never faltering. His presence alone was enough to drive fear into the hearts of most. It was always a turn on to see the alpha put people in their places.

@steterweek

Stiles was pissed. Here he was bleeding, and in immeasurable pain after saving the asses of his pack once again but did he get any thanks? Nope! He was recovering in the hospital and only three people had come to see him and not one of them was his alpha. That was the nail in the coffin for Stiles. He was done. He was so done with constantly putting his life on the line for people who couldn’t care less so long as they lived even if it meant Stiles was racking up hospital bills like crazy.

That was why as soon as he had been released from the hospital, Stiles vanished into the night. He took only the bare minimum with him. There was some grim humor in the fact that the night he left was the two year anniversary of his father’s death. He made sure to stop by the cemetery to say goodbye to his parents one last time. They wouldn’t want this life for him, and he knew he had to think of himself first now which he wasn’t good at, but Stiles was determined to change that. It hurt to think of his dad even two years later. Noah Graham Elias Stilinski was another casualty, another unnecessary death as a result of the pack’s ineptitude. Stiles had been too late to save his dad and carried the guilt with him every day.

As he stood and brushed off the dirt, Stiles made a promise to his parents that he would never let himself be taken for granted again. Once, when he was younger, Stiles had fallen for his best friend, had fallen for Scott but as time passed and his friend only sought out others, Stiles realized it was forever unrequited. He had only attempted to reveal his feelings once and Scott played it off as a sick joke. Stiles never tried again. Now, when he thought about it, Stiles was relieved as the person Scott now was, was not someone Stiles wanted to be with.

A werewolf wasn’t a turn off for Stiles but being a fucking asshole, whose head was always buried in pussy was. They’d had too many close calls because Scott was thinking with the wrong head. Some alpha he was, true or not.

Stiles shook away the dark thoughts and departed from the cemetery. He couldn't take his jeep with him, knowing it would be a dead giveaway. So, he used a little of his savings to get something he had always wanted. As he mounted his Ducati Corse, a sleek black model and his pride and joy, Stiles felt like he was finally taking control of his life.

The deep purr it let out when he started it, felt like power bleeding into Stiles’s veins. He revved the engine and then took off, blending perfectly with the inky shadows surrounding Beacon Hills. Only when the rearview mirrors showed the town sign did Stiles feel the weight on his chest release. There was still a long road ahead, but he was ready.

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Two Years Later:

Anchor of Selene Bookstore was a huge success with the people in the small town of Oelwein, Iowa. It was nearly two thousand miles from his former home and so small that everyone knew everyone. At his shop, Stiles finally was able to put his spark into play. Deaton had hated Stiles with a passion and with the druid whispering in his ear, Scott had refused to name Stiles his emissary even going so far as to restrict his use of magic. Granted, Stiles never truly stopped using it, just avoided doing so where the alpha could see. Plus, Stiles wasn’t a wolf and despite being the alpha’s beta he couldn’t be controlled like they could. He just let Scott believe he was as it was either that or the alpha would’ve assigned Deaton to supervise Stiles constantly which absolutely not.

Anyway, here in this small town, Stiles was thriving and most importantly, well Stiles had found someone or rather they had found him. There was a small werewolf pack in town and of course Stiles abided by proper protocol and formality. It was important that the spark declared himself to the alpha of the territory. The Hale pack was well known to those in the supernatural community and yet Stiles wasn’t afraid despite their reputation.

It seemed the alpha in particular found him amusing and his spirited demeanor pleasing. So, Stiles was often invited back to see the alpha. What started as a bit of barbed foreplay soon became a genuine respect and level of trust. It may have taken them nine months to reach such a place but that then led to where they are now, Stiles being courted for nearly three months. Speaking of—

“Hello, sparkling,” said the alpha as the door to the store chimed upon opening.

Stiles smiled. “Hello, alpha mine.”

The Hale Alpha, Peter Xavier Ignatius Hale, was a force to be reckoned with and no one got away with giving him anything less than the utmost respect. He was feared but a healthy amount of fear and no one went toe to toe with him, at least not until Stiles arrived and then people, especially the various pack members, loved watching their verbal sparring matches.

They had met more informally when Stiles opened his magic shop disguised as a bookstore. It had been a rough day for the spark. He had changed his number and had only given it to three people, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey and Allison Argent. Jackson was living in London while Allison and Isaac were living in France. It turned out they too could no longer remain in Beacon Hills and had in fact left barely a month after Stiles’s own departure.

It was sad that only three people chose to remain in contact with him. Everyone else had disowned him but really Stiles couldn’t care less. He was happy now, was being courted by the alpha and wasn’t being forced to hide who and what he was.

What Stiles didn’t know about Peter was that he was more than just an alpha. It was only upon their fifth date, during month five of courting that Stiles learned what else his possible mate was. Peter Hale was apparently a world renowned lawyer and businessman.

Of course, Stiles kept this information to himself, not wishing to reveal it to anyone, not even his friends but somehow, the one person Stiles never wanted to learn of his whereabouts, had found out. Scott McCall had been livid when his spark, and Stiles was his, had vanished. He had searched, forced his betas to search and even found a way to use his father’s contacts in the FBI. It was all for naught though as the spark had found a way to evade him.

Stiles had hoped that he would never see the alpha again and for almost a year during which he and Peter grew closer, that hope held fast. However, fate or something out there didn’t deign to give Stiles more than a single year with his soon to be mate before Scott tracked him down and brought his pack to confront Stiles.

Thankfully the wards sent Stiles a warning and he was able to alert his alpha. Peter joined him at the store and the two took up residence on the couch in the alcove facing the door. Not even an hour later, the McCall Pack shoved their way into the store, making Stiles’s magic hiss and his fingers vibrate with the need to protect. Only Peter’s fingers lacing with his own, halted his actions.

Scott McCall hadn’t changed much in the past nearly three years, but Stiles sure had. He had bulked up now that he could run whenever he wanted. He sported a lip piercing, a tongue piercing and more tattoos than a person could count and not all of them visible when he was wearing clothes.

He felt the alpha’s thumb rub soothing circles on the back of his hand and allowed himself to settle further into the wolf’s embrace. He was safe. He was home. Stiles wasn’t going anywhere.

Of course, the fool had never learned proper decorum. He had never listened to what the correct protocols and pertinent formalities were. No, he simply started in on reprimanding Stiles. Peter wasn’t impressed in the least but put on a sharp smile. “Alpha McCall. Well met. What brings you to my territory?”

Scott froze seemingly shocked that he was being interrupted. His jaw clenched as he flashed his eyes, another baby alpha mistake. Peter showed no outward reaction to the pup’s aggression.

Stiles smirked and flicked his tongue out to play with the metal loop in his lip. The McCall Alpha seemed to be expecting Stiles’s interjection, but the spark had no intention of coming to his aid ever again. It was humorous though to watch the realization filter in. Scott had never been able to hide his emotions or reactions from Stiles.

The entire thing set the foreign alpha on edge. He went for the kill, knowing only that Stiles was his and he wouldn’t leave without him. “Do you really think he wants you, Stiles? You’re of no use to him except for your magic. You can’t bear a child. That’s why I never took you seriously. You realize that as an alpha I’m expected to reproduce? Lydia can give me that, but you can’t. Also, we both know he’s paying for everything. You can see that right. He’s just a sugar daddy. He doesn’t love you, Stiles. He just wants your spark. He’ll pay for everything so long as you do what he wants with your magic.”

Stiles had moved on long ago from the feelings he had once harbored for the alpha but his words hurt nonetheless. Knowing that he wasn’t wanted because he couldn't bear children was painful to hear. If only Scott knew—Even more painful was the knowledge that the girl he thought he loved, though he never truly did, was now going to bear children for his ex-best friend, his ex-alpha. This was turning out to be a fucking terrible day.

Despite the hurt he felt, Stiles showed no outward emotion other than to glare at his former alpha from where remained curled up on the couch with Peter. “My relationship with Mr. Hale is of no concern to you. I haven’t seen you or spoken to you in nearly three years.”

Apparently, Scott now suffered from even more delusions if his next words were anything to go by. “You are my emissary and therefore you have to obey me! You did not have permission to leave the pack. You did not have permission to leave Beacon Hills and when we get back home, I’ll deal with you.”

Peter let out a growl at the audacity of Scott to think he would be leaving and taking Stiles with him.

Stiles squeezed his mate’s hand to soothe the angered alpha and watched Scott puff out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be intimidating. “No.”

“NO?!” Scott growled. “What do you mean no? This isn’t negotiable. You're my pack!”

“Am I?” Stiles asked calmly.

Scott hesitated and nodded firmly. “Yes.”

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. “I love Peter and he loves me. I’m not leaving with you, and you can’t make me.”

“Wanna bet?!” Scott snarled.

Peter’s control was rock solid, airtight, never faltering. His presence alone was enough to drive fear into the hearts of most. It was always a turn on to see the alpha put people in their places.

It seemed that Scott for all his stubbornness hadn’t forgotten that of the two of them Stiles was the one who wouldn’t be moved if he had made up his mind. “Fine!!” Scott ground out. “If he loves you so much then he has to prove it. He cannot give you any money for one month. We will stay in a hotel nearby and if he can prove that he loves you, I will give him permission to court you, but I will ultimately decide. Don’t push me, Stiles!”

Stiles looked at Peter who had a gleam in his eye before looking back at Scott with a deceptively sweet smile. “Okay, Scotty boy.”

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Scott left after warning the two that he would be watching. After the door to the shop closed, Stiles pressed his lips to the alpha’s and moaned softly. When they parted, they both sported smirks. Little did Scott know; Stiles had never been his emissary. Alan Deaton saw to that. Not to mention that less than four months ago, Stiles had been given the honor of the position as the Hale Pack Emissary. How else would he have gotten permission to ward the territory, though he had originally offered it as a gift of court to the alpha when the alpha offered to pay for it. That was a hard fought compromise for them.

All that being said, Stiles was taken and Peter? Well, Peter was the Alpha. Peter was his Alpha.

“I wish I could say I’m surprised but honestly I’m not.” Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes, nosing at the wolf’s head when said alpha nipped at his throat. “I’m sorry for Alpha Mc-Asshole.”

Peter pulled back and cupped his mate’s face with one hand while still lacing the fingers of the other together. “You have nothing to apologize for. He is not your alpha, and you owe him nothing.”

“He’ll try to take me away,” Stiles said.

The alpha snarled and pulled his mate close, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles’s stomach. The action, both possessive and protective, made Stiles’s heart flutter. Peter wouldn’t let anything happen to him. After all, Stiles’s enemies, and that’s exactly what Stiles viewed Scott as now, were Peter’s enemies. The spark knew without a doubt that if Scott showed his face again or came near Stiles again, Peter would unleash the full wrath of an alpha when his mate was threatened, especially when said mate was carrying the alpha heir.

“I love you, alpha mine.”

“And I you, sweet sparkling.” Peter kissed his mate, cradling the barely there swell of his mate’s stomach. “You and our pup.”

This was what Stiles had wanted when he left Beacon Hills. Though he hadn’t expected Peter Hale, the spark had found what his parents always wanted for him: a home, a partner, safety, a child, a family and happiness.

[dreamlandforever]

@writersmonth Prompt: Day 15 - Blue

Fandom: Teen Wolf WC: 200

AO3

This one is a small addition to this story, from Scott's POV.

XV. Blue | Not Blue

“You seem blue.”

Scott couldn’t get those words out of his head for some reason. It’s been a month since he last saw Stiles, only a few weeks since the Sheriff told him that he is gone. Neither of them knows where to, or why. Stiles is just…gone. It doesn’t take long for Scott to take a look around and confirm his suspicions: Derek is also gone. Stiles made his choice, and it wasn’t Scott.

He knew, really, the moment they started yelling at each other and Stiles just suddenly stopped and asked Scott if he really thought that Stiles had killed Donovan with purpose. He knew the moment he said ‘yes’ before his brain had really processed it. He spoke his truth, but he knew his future with Stiles was sealed when his brother simply nodded and walked away. Scott didn’t go after him. Stiles never came back.

It still stings in a way he wasn’t ready for to confirm that Stiles chose Derek over him. That Stiles was even able to leave Beacon Hills behind. To leave him behind. 

But his mother was wrong. Scott didn’t feel blue.

He felt red.

He was angry. 

People don’t disappear. We just... just stop looking.

Stiles didn’t disappear. Scott let him go. And he knew thet was the inevitable end from the moment Donovan died. The world as Scott knew it has changed and it’s never coming back. His best friend, his brother, isn’t the person he thought he was. 

Scott still blames them. So he doesn’t feel blue, to find through someone else that Stiles’ gone. 

He’s angry. And he refuses to look for the man that betrayed him.