Playing the Board - x_Lazart_x - Teen Wolf. Stiles wasn’t a stalker, honest! If Peter told you otherwise then he was a big fat liar. More like a hot creepy, muscled liar but that’s just semantics. Not that anyone really listened to Peter so that was okay. But still. It started because he needed some peace and quiet. His mind wouldn’t go calm and there was just too much information to sort through.
Sometimes that was all he needed. Anyway, that’s why he was at that park on a Sunday morning. He was going to walk right past them. This was way too suspicious not to go and check out. “Now that’s one flexible opening,” the words came out of nowhere. “That was just pathetic. After a brief second of indecision Stiles slid into the empty seat, immersing himself in the strategy of the game. Not wanting to disturb the players, he quietly slipped away, feeling oddly satisfied, despite having just sat there for two hours.
Only he never did ask. “What have I done to deserve being graced with your presence two weeks in a row? “No but really. A welcome arrow - 1001cranes - Teen Wolf. A savage such as i - ahab2692 - Teen Wolf. Your last white lie (everything is not alright) - snowdarkred - Teen Wolf. “Why me?” Stiles asks, and Peter smiles like he’s a naive five year old asking why the sky is blue. “Because it’s always been you,” he says, and then his teeth close on the sensitive flesh of Stiles’s wrist, and everything dissolves into pain. Stiles wakes up draped across a rotting sofa. There’s a huge leather jacket laid over him, spread like a blanket. He’s in the Hale house. Turning him. “You’re awake,” Peter says softly.
“You bit me,” Stiles tries to say. “I may have gotten a little carried away,” Peter says, still petting Stiles’s head. Stiles struggles to sit up, fights to move, but his body is almost entirely unresponsive. “Shh, don’t move. Stiles twitches against Peter’s hold, but it’s like his whole body has turned against him: The moment Peter tells him not to move, he couldn’t. Peter turns away and tilts his head as if he’s listening to something. After kissing Stiles’s forehead again — less fatherly gesture and more animal marking its property — Peter straightens entirely. Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind - kototyph - Teen Wolf. Peter's halfway down the hall to the conference room when his suit jacket begins buzzing, and he can't quite smother a grin as he juggles paperwork and his briefcase to get a hand in his pocket and pull out his phone. "Peter Hale," he answers brightly.
"Where the hell are my clothes? " He has to bite his lip so he won't laugh outright. "I'm sorry, who is this? " "Very funny, asshole," Stiles snaps. "Hmm," Peter muses as he walks. "Yes. " "The balcony? " "Yes! " "The Jacuzzi? "Oh my God, yes! Peter reaches the conference room and sees Derek's already there, doodling idly on his legal pad. "Stay over, you said," Stiles is saying in his ear. "I don't know what to tell you. " "Tell me where you hid my clothes, you freak! " "Now, why would I do something like that? " "Because you're a sadistic, possessive dickhead? " "You wound me. " "If I could, I really would be wounding you right now. "You know, you could always wear something of mine," Peter offers lightly, as though the thought just occurred to him.
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