It was a partially cloudy day in Beacon Hills, the forecast called for rain; but Stiles didn't care what the weather had in store, he was done with high school. Most of his belongings were packed into. During all the drama with the deadpool, he and Peter grew close.
But neither of them would admit that they had feelings for each other, or acknowledge that they almost kissed. Stiles would never say it out loud, but he was heartbroken when Peter left California, after getting all of his money back after Derek and Allison killed the benefactor (who turned out to be Kate Argent).
At least senior year was free of supernatural threats. Something really great happened a week after Stiles’ eighteenth birthday though, his dad and Melissa McCall announced to everyone that they were getting married.
Wanting to be able to protect himself and his friends and family, Stiles started studying witchcraft, after learning that magic ran through his mother’s family when he found Claudia’s old journals when he was looking through some mementos to avoid getting homesick when he left for college.
When the seniors of the Pack graduated high school, Stiles gave himself a three week period to move across the country; he was accepted into a Vermont university in the same town where Claudia grew up and lived, before she met John Stilinski after moving to California.
Two weeks had passed before Stiles even knew it had barely finished preparing for his move. He turned off his laptop when heard Derek’s Camaro and Lydia's Toyota pull up into the driveway.
He left his room and went downstairs to greet his friends. “Hey guys what are you doing here this early?” Stiles asked as he let the group inside his home; Scott had picked up the morning shift at the animal clinic so he wasn’t with the pack.
“Oh you know, we were in the neighborhood and wanted to give you a good send off.” Lydia smiled hugged her favorite geek. “So go change, we're taking you out for a day of fun.” She said turning him around.
Stiles was just about to go back up to his room to get a change of clothes, when a question came to mind. “Has anyone heard from Peter lately?” Stiles’ tone made his question sound like he was just curious, instead of genuinely longing for the eldest living Hale.
Almost all of the pack responded by saying no, except for Cora.
“He emailed me last night, telling me everything was fine, and that he’s back on his feet and has a job as a college professor, and I wished him the best of luck.” Cora said as she flopped down on the couch.
Stiles didn't let it show but he was happy Peter was doing well. It was the rest of the pack that found it hard to believe he was a college professor.
They joked about what college would be crazy enough to hire Peter as a professor while Stiles went upstairs to get ready. Well everyone but Malia, Liam, and Mason; since Malia didn't know her father very well, and Liam and Mason didn't know Peter well either.
Later that day, the pack took Stiles to see ‘Godzilla: King of the Monsters’ after that they went bowling and mini golfing. It was a perfect day. They even got five large stuffed crust pizzas.
A few days later, Stiles was packing his stuff into his Jeep. Sighing, he looked back at his home, the place where he grew up; one of the places where his memories lived.
“I'm going to miss this place.” Stiles felt himself getting teary eyed as he got into jeep and drove out of Beacon Hills.
The pale teen witch had said his goodbyes hours earlier, and promised to call, text, and Skype every hour until he got to the university; and every other day one once he got settled in.
After a long drive, Stiles reached his first rest stop at a quaint roadside motel and diner, luckily this place wasn’t haunted and squeaky clean. Stiles walked out of the bathroom in a comfortable pair of pajamas drying his hair from the shower he’d taken. He laid down before calling over to the diner ordering a burger and curly fries with a coke. Thankful that the diner did delivery, Stiles decided to rest his eyes. Memories of his time with Peter flooded Stiles’ mind and he couldn’t help but smile.
It was a somber night in Beacon Hills, moonlight poured over the Stilinski household and Stiles winced as he limped into his bedroom with a cut on his lip and on his forehead not noticing Peter sitting by his bookshelf, he let out a soft groan of pain as he pulled off his lacrosse jersey revealing multiple bruises forming along his back.
Peter frowned smelling the blood and seeing the bruises. “What the hell happened to you?” The wolf asked as he approached the teen, ignoring startle he gave the injured boy.
“Peter, what the hell are you doing here?” Stiles spun around too quickly and pain shot up his side and he let out a wail of pain and collapsed onto his bed. “Fuck!” He groaned in pain.
The former Alpha moved quickly to help Stiles. “Stiles, what happened?” He asked softly as he looked over the young man’s wounds.
“Coach likes to keep us late for practice on Fridays and after we were done an assassin attacked Scott and Kira, I couldn’t let them die so I tackled the bastard down the stairs. He punched me in the mouth and bashed my head on the railing, but at least Allison showed up like the bad ass she is and kicked his ass.” Stiles tried to smile but the cut on his lip made it painful.
Peter nodded. “Alright after we get you all stitched up, you and I are gonna have a little talk about why it’s a bad idea to tackle assassins without a follow up plan.” Peter said with a soft chuckle and told the younger male that he was going to get something to clean up the cuts.
Peter wasn’t gone for long, coming back with a first aid kit and a bowl of hot water and a towel. “Okay I’m gonna take your pain away before I start patching you up.”
Stiles nodded and Peter took the pale teen’s hand, Peter gritted his teeth as he siphoned the pain from Stiles’ body.
“Why are you being nice to me? Stiles asked as flinching as Peter cleaning the blood off of his forehead.
A soft chuckle left the werewolf and he shook his head. “I told you before I like you Stiles.”
Stiles’ eyes shot open when he heard a knock on the door. It was his dinner. The mole dotted teen sighed as he got out of bed and paid for his food. Stiles set up his food at the table next to his laptop. He munched on a curly fry as he signed into Skype and called his dad. “Hey dad.”
“Hey kiddo, how’s the motel?” John asked.
“It’s actually pretty great, not haunted and clean and not sleazy.” Stiles chuckled. John softly shook his head and expressed his displeasure with Stiles driving all the way across the country by himself.
“Dad, I can protect myself and I wanted to take Roscoe with me.” Stiles said before taking a bite out of his burger.
“Well can’t you at least use your magic to get there faster?” John asked and Stiles actually considered it.
“I don’t know.” He admitted with a shrug. “I’m still new to practicing witchcraft, but I’ll try tomorrow.” The young witch assured his father with an amused chuckle. “Dad, I gotta finish my dinner and head to bed if I wanna get on the road at a reasonable time.” John nodded and wished his son a good night before ending the call.
Later that night, moonlight poured through the window of the motel room, just barely kissing the soles of Stiles’ feet as he tossed and turned his sleep. A cold sweat fell over the pale teen as panted and whimpered feeling the empty space next to him.
“Peter.”The name of the werewolf escaped Stiles’ lips in a soft whisper.
“I’m here sweetheart.”
Peter’s voice rang in Stiles’ ears, and he opened his eyes to find the older male laying next to him in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Stiles licked his lips as his eyes traveled over Peter’s chiseled torso and he took in the dark chest hair light dusting his pecs and lead down to a happy trail. The bulge in the older male’s sweats didn’t escape Stiles’ field of view either, but he had to snap himself out of the lust filled haze he found himself.
“P-Peter?” He stammered. “What are you doing here? How are you here?” He asked softly looking Peter in his deep blue eyes.
“There’s nothing in this world that could stop me from being with you, not even myself.” Peter’s voice was low and sensual as he leaned in capturing the young witch’s lips in a deep, hungry, kiss.
Stiles moaned softly into the kiss, loving the light tickle of Peter’s stubble as their kiss deepened even further. The older male dragged his tongue across the younger male’s bottom lip seeking entry, which was eagerly granted as he pulled Stiles onto his lap.
Stiles moaned grinding against Peter's bulge; confusion brief flashed over Stiles as he felt a warm wetness pooling between his legs instead of seven inches of hardness, but he ignored it in favor of focusing on the passionate between him and Peter.
A moan escaped Stiles as Peter used his large tongue to explore every square inch of the young man's mouth. “You taste like honey mixed with cinnamon.” Peter spoke with a seductive pur his voice; he smirked knowing just how much pleasure he was giving the witch without even penetrating him. “I'm gonna put a pup in you sweetheart.” He pulled off the boy's shirt.
“P-please Peter, I'm yours.” Stiles bit back a moan when he felt Peter's tongue trail over his sensitive nipple.
Peter smirked and licked his nipple again. “Say it again.” He said snaking a hand into his lover's bottoms, slipping past his boxers, Peter slowly worked Stiles’ clitoris, reveling in each breathy moan that escaped the beautiful pale boy’s lips.
Stiles moaned softly subtly feeling Peter’s amazing fingers. “I’m yours.” Stiles let out a loud moan, throwing his head back as the werewolf pushed his fingers into Stiles’ tight virgin hole. “Oh fuck!” He whined bucking against Peter’s hands.
Stiles’ eyes snapped open, groaning with annoyance as he reached for his phone to turn off the alarm. “What the hell?” He grumbled with confusion crossing his face feeling wetness between his thighs. Reaching into his underwear, Stiles let out groan when his felt a clitoris. “Well great.” He grumbled getting out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Eventually Stiles arrived in the Vermont town of Raven Hills; a town that was a lot like Beacon Hills, but it was slightly bigger in size; the town even had its own Nemeton and supernatural community made up of shapeshifters, witches, vampires, fae, hybrids, and druids.
Needing an energy boost, Stiles pulled into the parking lot of the nearest Starbucks,
Stiles ordered a Caramel Macchiato and a chocolate chip cookie; after paying for his order, Stiles was on his way back to his jeep, when he bumped into none other than Peter Hale, and they were equally surprised and happy to see each other.
But Stiles wanted get something off his chest first.
“Stiles, what are you doing here?” Peter asked with a pleased smile on his face, only to receive a hard slap to the face.
“How the hell could you leave and not even so much as leave me a note?!” Stiles exclaimed and glared at Peter.
Peter looked at the young man, rubbing his cheek he sensed something different about Stiles. “I deserved that, and I'm sorry.” Peter’s tone made it clear that he truly sorry. “I shouldn't have left the way I did.” Peter said as Stiles let out a loud sigh as the anger left his body.
“I'm sorry for slapping you, I shouldn't have done that.” Stiles spoke apologetically. Peter accepted the apology, and after Peter got his coffee, they sat and talked.
“So I hear you're a professor now.” Stiles said nonchalantly as he broke off a piece of his cookie and dunked it into his drink. Peter nodded as he took a sip of coffee.
“Yeah I teach a class called ‘Monsters & Myths’, it's a fairly small class and my schedule is very flexible, but it still pays well… in fact I just finished the only summer class I teach, so I'm free to show you around town if you're staying a while.” Peter smirked when he smelled Stiles’ quick flash of excitement.
“I would like that a lot, but now I have to get to my cousin’s place so my family doesn’t worry.” Stiles smiled at Peter and was about to get up when the blue eyed werewolf stopped him.
“Stiles, if you need a place to stay, I have an extra room available in my apartment.” Peter couldn't help the smile that crept it's way onto his face when Stiles started thanking him rapidly. “If you want to go now, I can give you the direction.” Peter offered before finishing the last of his coffee.
“Dude that would be great!” Stiles exclaimed as hugged Peter tightly.
Peter closed his eyes as he inhaled Stiles’ natural scent that was like a mix of honey and cinnamon. He has been longing for that smell for a year. Peter wanted to claim Stiles as his Mate, but he believed that he wasn't good enough for the teen’s heart.
After leaving Starbucks and going to his apartment building, Peter was helping Stiles bring his belongings inside while they talked about what Stiles was doing all the way in Vermont.
“So I'm going to be one of your professors when the school year starts?” Peter asked as they brought in the last of Stiles’ belongings, this box contained the items Deaton gave the teen for his practice and studies of witchcraft.
“Yeah it would seem so. Also there is something I should tell you.” Stiles nervously bit his lip as he and Peter put the last box down.
“What is it?” Peter asked with a raised brow that just made him want to melt. There were two ways that Peter could make Stiles melt like butter; either look at him with a raised brow or with his werewolf eyes.
“So, um, I’m a witch, and witchcraft apparently runs in my mom’s family and Deaton helped me control my powers.” Stiles looked at the werewolf who looked back at him with a shocked expression.
“He taught you how to use magic? When did he do that?” Peter asked as he sat on the bare bed.
“Before and during the first couple of months of my senior year.” Stiles explained as he sat next to Peter. “That won't be a problem will it?” He looked directly at the older man.
“As long as you stay away from dark magicks sacrificial magicks, it won't be a problem.” Peter looked right back at him speaking with a stern yet fond tone.
“Good, because I am staying far away from that stuff.” Stiles answered much to Peter's relief. Forcing himself to get it out of the way, Stiles asked the question that he should have asked when he slapped the eldest living Hale. "Peter why did you leave Beacon Hills?” The young witch was really hoping that his question wasn't too heavy or invasive.
“Honestly, there were too many bad memories there. And again, I am beyond sorry that I didn't tell you or contact you.” Peter's voice radiated honesty, and it brought a soft smile to Stiles’ face. “I'll get some sandwiches made for lunch, you just settled in.” Peter said with a tone indicating that he didn't want to leave Stiles’ side.