Jack's My Only Friend [Peter]

A huff escaped Peter’s lips as he hung up his phone and placed it back down on his bed side table. He let out a grumble about stupid hooligans and teenagers as he rolled out of bed. Apparently there was someone at the Hale House construction area and instead of letting the authorities deal with it, Peter decided he would do it. He slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt before he grabbed his phone and wallet, tucking them into his back pocket before he made his way from his bedroom, to his living room. He continued to grumble under his breath, huffing and puffing with complaints as he eyed the clock that hung on his wall. ”Two-thirty in the morning, un-fucking-believable,” he muttered angrily as he ran a hand through his short, yet still mucked up hair. He glared at the clock, his grumbling continuing as he slipped on his boots and grabbed his keys. He stepped through his apartment door, turning and locking it swiftly before he all but stomped down the stairs towards the main hallway of the apartment complex.

Peter pushed open the door and stepped out into the dark, crisp air of Beacon Hills. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of the cool night air before he huffed once more, not liking the pollution that tainted the air by booze, people, sweat, sex, and whatever other sin seemed to consume the streets. He made his way down the street and towards the one place where he knew he would soon be free. He kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes straight ahead. He stopped for no one, no matter what they called him. He didn’t care if he was called “sweetheart” or “asshole,” he wasn’t about to stop. He needed to get this entire situation sorted out so he could go home and go the hell back to bed. He did not like being awoken in the middle of the night, especially with something so frivolous, but he figured it was something that he would deem necessary. The authorities would no doubt want him to press charges or something stupid along those lines. Why do that when he could just scare the snot out of the kids without needing any of that legal mumbo jumbo?

Finally, Peter made it to where the woods started to encompass the small town. He slipped into the woods and as soon as he was far enough away, allowed himself some small freedom. He allowed his wolf free from its confines. He wolfed out, allowing himself to run through the forest at his top speed, enjoying the feeling of the wind along his face, through all of his hair. He enjoyed the feel of it rustling his clothes before he heard the sound of music as he got closer to the house. He paused, briefly in thought before he slowed down his running to a walk as he got closer. He heard music that only a young person would listen to. He moved towards the noise and the bushes around him rustled. He was tempted to stay where he was, but he heard and smelled a familiar noise and smell. He sighed a bit. Stiles, he thought to himself before listening to the teenager. He raised an eyebrow before he stepped out of his spot, leaning against a nearby tree. ”There’s a line now? That’s new…” he stated as he looked at the drunk boy. He rolled hiseyes. He was called out of bed for this? Great…just…great.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 591
Notes; Hope this is okay!

The self proclaimed Alpha looked down at the drunk teenager and paused a bit, studying him before the boy spoke, telling Peter that he was “fugly.” ”Strange, I figured your charming personality would avaid you when intoxicated,” he muttered as he watched the boy. Still, Peter did his best to return to his…”normal” image. He returned to the man that everyone seemed to know and no one seemed to love, but he digressed. He would dwell on those negative thoughts later when he didn’t need to worry about a drunk idiot on his property. He continued to lean against the tree he was on, keeping his blue eyes on the boy as he asked why it was that Scott was cool when he shifted and Derek looked like a “hot dude” without eyebrows. Peter raised an eyebrow at the drunk boy’s words. He found his nephew hot? Yep, Peter needed to go home and go to bed. This night was weird enough was it was and now this was happening. This was not a conversation that the two of them needed to be having. Then again, to be completely honest, Peter was quite surprised that Stiles didn’t mind being around him alone given what had happened between the two last time. Then again, the boy was intoxicated this time and Peter was driven by the need for revenge…

Stiles then told Peter that he looked “all kinds of freaky” in his wolf form. He said that he looked like the boogeyman and Peter felt his upper lip twitch a bit in response, but he remained calm. He then asked if he hid under little kids’ beds before winking at him. The beta rolled his eyes. ”Actually, no. I have more important things to do than scare the living daylights out of children like, I don’t know…sleep…or get drunk teenagers off of my property,” he stated, looking down at the boy. He moved closer, but still kept his distance. ”And not that you’ll remember this, but our wolves channel what’s inside. Unlike the pure Scott McCall and the righteous Derek Hale, I’m more…demented, distorted...if you will,” he explained before he remembered Stiles asking him to not tell Derek about calling him hot. Peter figured he should address that before the boy started to freak out in his drunken stupor. ”And don’t worry, I don’t plan on ever repeating this encounter to anyone…ever,” he told the boy, relaxing a bit more than he had originally, but still keeping his guard up. Something about the boy saying there was a line to kill him unnerved him.

The drunk boy asked where his manners were before he asked if Peter wanted any whiskey. The older male wrinkled his nose. ”No thank you, I have a child to babysit in the morning,” he stated as he looked at the alcohol before the boy spoke again, saying that it burned a little going down before saying that it helped him to forget that his substitute teacher at school pierced the back of his neck with his claws. Then the name struck not only a bell in Peter’s mind, but a chord in his anger. He let out a growl that he hadn’t meant to. ”Did you say Mario…Ford?” He asked, his upper lip twitching into a snarl. The boy stated that the claw punctures still hurt before saying that he could have warned him that the claws in the back of the neck hurt worse than that. Peter decided to not mention that it happened when he was the Nogitsune. It wouldn’t help anything. Peter knew what that was like, to have your sins rubbed into your face so, he kept his mouth shut…about that at least. ”Is that the asshole substitute that you had your girlfriend text me about? The one who kept you and Lydia after class? It was Mario Ford?” He asked, another growl erupting from his throat before he turned, claws extended as he sliced five long claw marks through the trunk of the tree he had been occupying before.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 685
Notes; Mario is not making friends XD

A huff and a growl escaped Peter’s lips once more as he thought about how that man had infiltrated not only his town but his old high school as well. He had meant to find Kahlee, but instead had harmed Stiles and Lydia and scared Stiles’ new little girlfriend who’s name was…Amy or something? The werewolf didn’t know, but he did know that he was just about done with this so called “Demon Wolf” being in his town any further. Demon wolf? As if. The only Demon Wolf that Peter had ever known was Deucalion and that man was truly a Demon Wolf, with all the power of his Alpha Pack, it was clear that he was the most fearsome opponent on the planet, or at least that Peter had heard of. He had known him back before the Hale House fire. He had been a good man back then, a man who wanted to help but somehow he grew twisted and crazy. Peter knew what that was like to be twisted and corrupted, slowly going out of your mind before you finally realize all the pain and suffering that you had been creating.

Then something hit Peter’s nose just before Stiles spoke. The werewolf looked down at the boy. Under all of the alcohol, he could smell the fear emanating off of Stiles in waves. The powerful supernatural creature sighed, calming himself as he took a few deep breaths. On the plus side, he wasn’t taking out his anger on Stiles, but on the tree beside him. Peter felt his claws crawl back into his hand and return to his normal fingernails. He had no doubt that his eyes returned to their normal, unglowing icy blue. He gazed at the boy as he stuttered a response to his question, saying that he thought he knew that that was who he was talking about. He then said that Ayame (Ayame, he would need to keep that in his mind) was told to let him know who it was. ”She informed me it was one of your substitutes, Javier…or…something stupid like that. I should have known it wasn’t a real name…” He rolled his eyes once more before he looked at the still cowering human. Grant it, Peter had to say he was impressed. Even with himself intoxicated, the boy tried to act as though he wasn’t scared of the man before him.

Stiles continued to speak again, telling Peter how he had told Derek about it, but he didn’t believe him. He said that he was stupid and thought that he knew more than him and Lydia. Well…he’s not wrong, he thought to himself before he said that the wolf saw into his own mind before asking why they didn’t warn them that they could do that before saying that he even forced Stiles into his own memories. Peter paused. ”The reason you didn’t know was because the first time it happened to you, Scott and Lydia entered your mind to save you…” He trailed off a moment before his upper lip twitched into another snarl, but he kept it quiet as to not further scare the boy. ”Derek doesn’t believe you because he doesn’t know what’s happening… I do. Mario Ford is the father of Kahlee May Ford…the girl who you met when you ran in to her when I came across the two of you…remember, I had the baby? Anyway, I’m not sure why he wants her, but he does… believe me, the man is strong but I will make sure he pays for what he’s done,” he mumbled, another growl ripping from his throat, although this one was lower than the others, a hum if you will.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 623
Notes; Hopefully Stiles can relax...a bit more...now that Peter's like...turning in to Papa Hale.

The dominant Hale gazed at the boy before him as he cowered from him even further. He needed to remember to keep his anger in check. The last thing he needed was for the boy to run off and tell Derek, Scott, or Lydia that he had tried to kill him. In his drunken state, he was surprised that Stiles hadn’t accused him of that yet, but he digressed. He wasn’t all that upset about it and, in fact, rather appreciated it for once. After all, Peter hadn’t tried to kill him, well…this time. He had before, but he was trying to be better. Trying not to kill people without first thinking it through, although with the addition of Mario Ford and that damned Carina, it wouldn’t shock him if he started going homicidal again anytime soon, but he supposed if he did, the two of them would be the best reasons of all, Mario more than anyone else. The psychotic Alpha needed to be put in his place and his status taken from him and Peter would be the one who did just that. In fact, he preferred it that way, but who knew if that was the path that the future would take him on.

Stiles asked about Lydia and Scott going into his head to save him from the nogitsune. Peter nodded his head in response before sensing the boy grow even unhappier than he already was. Peter raised an eyebrow and was going to ask him about it when the teenager brought up Peter’s nephew, calling him an “ass-hat” before saying that it wasn’t right. Once again, he’s not wrong, Peter thought to himself before watching as Stiles struggled to think of the words that he wanted to say, to hopefully further insult Derek. Grant it, Derek was family and if Stiles took it too far, Peter would make sure he stopped, but for the moment, he quite enjoyed the drunken child’s attempt at insulting his nephew. The man nearly let out a bark of laughter when Stiles looked quite pleased with himself when he stated that Derek needed to get his head out of his ass. ”Well you’re not wrong,” the werewolf told the boy before he started to laugh so hard it startled Peter.

Once Peter had stopped ranting about Mario Ford, Stiles surprised him by saying that he knew why Mario needed Kahlee. The werewolf raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him before he repeated himself and Peter nodded his head, as if speaking to a small child. He remembered Derek, Laura, and Cora as children. The boy said that he wanted Kahlee to marry some other Alpha so that he could gain more power. A huff escaped Peter’s lips before he remembered Stiles’ fear and looked down at the boy, who said that it was “some olden day bullshit” and Peter snorted in amusement. ”…Stiles, what are you even doing out here?” There was a beat. ”Other than getting drunk. That much is clear to me,” he finished, knowing the boy’s smart ass personality would shine through as usual.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 521
Notes; Yeah...precious Papa Hale.

Peter did his best to not retort to the drunken teenager. He tightened his jaw, nearly grinding his teeth together as he made sure not to sneer at him in distaste. He hated it when people treated him this way, but to be fair, he hadn’t exactly treated Stiles all that well to begin with. ”Oh, how’s that going for you?” He asked, not being able to help the sarcasm that dripped from his words. Still, if there’s any way to handle Stiles Stilinski, it was with sarcasm. The boy was pretty much a walking, talking entity of sass anyway so Peter may as well respond in kind. Besides, it wasn’t as though Peter wasn’t also a sassmaster… Still, he knew that with the boy he needed to be sassy because it was the only way Stiles communicated, or so it seemed.

Stiles once again asked Peter if he wanted to join him before he realized that he had already asked him that. Peter decided to keep his mouth shut while the boy figured this out, figuring it would be better for the their little relationship thing. After a moment, the boy asked him why the group hadn’t killed him when they had the chance. There was a pause. Peter attempted to find the words before he figured that thinking wouldn’t work in this case, he needed to go off of instinct. ”Because Scott believed you had the strength to beat whatever was possessing you and wanted to try and make sure that was the case. You’re his best friend, Stiles, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to you.” He stopped again. ”Derek was also adamant about making sure that you were able to be separated from the beast. Everyone did their homework and helped in whatever way they could...” Peter frowned. ”No one deserves to be given up on so easily.”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 318
Notes; As you should, he is a gift XD

A gentle sigh escaped Peter’s lips as Stiles told him that he had killed people. Without thinking about it, Peter sat down on the dirt floor of the forest and leaned back against the tree trunk that he had sent splintering towards Stiles earlier in the evening. He looked up, his eyes focusing on the moon that was high in the sky. He swallowed a bit, gazing at the most beautiful thing that he had ever witnessed. Peter had yet to see anything so beautiful and flawless as the moon. She was wonderous and all seeing. Still, she was cruel to him, to his kind. It was not her fault, of course, and because of the effect she had on his kind, he would often to speak to her, but tonight was not the night to do such things.

The older man looked over at Stiles as he said that they should have killed him before he said that it would have been a lot easier if they had. Peter sighed once more. ”Stiles, I’ve killed people. I killed people of my own free will. I’ve ruined the lives of innocent people and guilty people alike. I’ve hurt their families, their friends, and I’m…not as proud of it as you think I would be,” he paused. ”But I did it all of my own accord, you were possessed. You aren’t held accountable for what happened to you…and you shouldn’t be. For new werewolves we don’t hold them accountable for what they do during their first few transformations. They haven’t controlled their wolf yet and they aren’t in their right mind.”

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 272
Notes; Why does that not surprise me?

The boy was quick to lash out after Peter’s words, not that the werewolf could blame him. Still, no one was standing up for Peter, saying that what he did was okay. Mostly because it wasn’t, but at least Peter was attempting to be human. He was trying to be kind and understanding and helpful, but man did everyone in this damned town make it difficult. Still, Peter tried his best, like now as he kept his composure after Stiles yelled at him. He knew why. The boy was ridden with guilt, he blamed himself for all the people the Nogitsune killed, for all the harm the demon did. Peter could understand but not to any extent that would make the boy feel better.

Stiles told Peter how he knew what he did and that it was his fault. He then explained that if he hadn’t had been so weak to fight the Nogitsune off in the first place, they would have never been in the mess they were in. Peter shook his head. ”Who says anyone is strong enough to fight off the demon on their own? It took everyone to bring him down in some way…” Peter shook his head a moment before he ran his hand over his face, still sitting next to the boy. ”I can…understand what you’re feeling. I don’t know it exactly but I can understand.”

Peter quieted, for a moment. ”I did the same thing while laying in my coma trapped in my own head,” he whispered before he shook his head and stood up, looking down at the boy. ”Just…don’t do what I did,” Peter told him before he moved towards his slowly being rebuilt home. Oh how he had missed it. He gently pressed his hand on the new railing and smiled gently before he turned back towards Stiles, wondering what the drunk boy was up to now. He had been quiet for far too long. He hoped the boy hadn’t passed out on him. Talk about awkward.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 341
Notes; You've got an angsty Stiles over there