Stiles needed money, Peter was loaded.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
Bookmarked by TheWeepingWaywardGhost
21 Aug 2018
"I’ll tell you again when—if--- when you call me back."
- Part 2 of ways to say I love you
Peter Hale only accepted calls, regardless of time and occasion, from very few people. Stiles didn’t need all the fingers on one hand to count them. And since one of those people was half-conscious next to him, it narrowed the pool considerably. Stiles drifted, his body light and he knew it would be easy to slip back unconscious, like pulling a heavy blanket over himself during a snowstorm.
“— four in the morning, what is—” the bed lurched as Peter got up suddenly. “You what?”
Fact no1: Only true mates can have kids together.
Fact no2: Peter had a mate, who was pregnant with twins when he died in the fire.
When Stiles tells him he’s pregnant, he... well, it doesn't really go according to plan.
Stiles wakes up in the hospital. He’s alone, a packed overnight bag beside him brought by his dad probably, so he grabs it and runs.
/look at end notes for TWs/
“He’s homicidal,” she sputtered.
“No, Allison. The witches are homicidal. He’s smart,” Stiles hissed, “and if you took your narcissistic head out of your ass for five minutes, you’d see something called self-preservation instincts. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you? A blowtorch? Really? How fucking stupid are you?”
Or, Stiles defends Peter when Allison attacks him with a blowtorch like a lunatic.