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Reviving Stiles

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Stiles didn’t know when it happened. He didn’t know if it was at a pack meeting, or a stake out or even one of their many rumbles they had with baddies. All he knows is that one day he started noticing the way he smiled, or the way his eyes danced in the light when he was passionate about something. The way the older mans eyes started to linger on him more and more as the time passed.

He did know one thing for sure, he was in love with Peter Hale.

He didn’t know what to do, he was supposed to be the smart one and everyone knew that Peter was Uncle bad touch and would think he was out of his mind if he confided in them, more so Lydia than anyone else. He knew that Peter had done some terrible things, but, he was the only one who thought everyone was being to hard on him. His entire family was taken from him and he laid in a coma for years upon years not being able to move, not being able to talk to anyone and grieve the way he should have. No, what was left of his family abandoned him like a child abandons a broken toy.

Yes, in the beginning he had creeped out Stiles and he even made puns at him. But, as time went on he started to feel bad about them and they came fewer and fewer until they stopped all together.

The night he lit Peter on fire, his heart was torn in two. He was depressed for a long time but no one seemed to notice. Even if they did, they probably thought it was nothing, or just didn’t care enough to bring it up.

He was worried someone would smell his happiness the day Peter came back to life. Of course he wasn’t happy that he’d used one of his closest friends to do so, but still. Thankfully no one noticed a thing, or so he’d thought.




“Hey man, you want to go for pizza with us?” Scott asked one night after a pack meeting. Stiles looked up, startled. They never invited him to that stuff. “Nah, I really need to study for our chem test tomorrow, but thanks.” He answered, looking towards Derek. “Hey sour wolf, do you mind if I stay here and study for a while, I don’t feel like driving right now.” He asked and received a grunt in reply as Derek walked from the loft to follow his pack.

Stiles took that as a yes, if Derek didn’t want him to stay he would have thrown him out.

Stiles sighed as he picked up his book bag and made his way to the kitchen table. He worked for a few minutes before someone cleared their throat. “Holy fuc-“ he started, whirling his head around to find Peter standing in the door way, his famous smirk playing at his lips. “I didn’t mean to scare you little one.” He said, pushing away from the wall and making his way to the fridge. “I was going to make some dinner, I didn’t know you stayed behind.”

Stiles fidgeted in his chair, “Y-yeah, they never invited me before and so I thought it was weird. Besides, I really need to study.” He rushed out, praying that he didn’t say anything stupid. Peter rolled his eyes, “We both know that you don't really need to study anything. You could give Lydia a run for her money. So why are you really here?” Peter asked, moving about the kitchen and filling a pot with water.

Stiles nibbled on his bottom lip, heart pounding in his chest. He knew he couldn’t lie to Peter, Peter wasn’t an idiot like the others. He would be able to tell. “I don’t know what you're talking about,” he mumbled out. :Way to go dumb ass: he thought. Peter looked over, raising an eyebrow at him. “We both know that’s a lie, Stiles.” Peter said, not turning around.

Neither of them said a word for a minute. “You know, I’ve noticed some interesting things about you the past few months” Peter finally said, turning back to his cutting board full of vegetables. Stiles swallowed, “W-what kind of things?” he all but whispered. Peter chopped a few more things before turning around. “Like how you act and smell when you’re around me. How your heartbeat skyrockets when I talk directly to you. Or how let down you look on the stakeouts Derek doesn’t pair us together.”

Stiles’s cheeks grow red, “Ok, so I might like you some. Is that a bad thing?” he says, not looking up from his book that he’s pretending to read.

He hears Peter chuckle, “On the contary, I quite like it if I’m being honest. Would it creep you out if I said that I liked you too?” Stiles’s head shoots up at this, eyes crossing the room to lock on to Peters. “You’re kidding right? How could someone like you, like someone like me?” he almost spits out. Peter frowns at this. “What do you mean someone like you?” he asks, taking a few steps towards the boy sitting in front of him.

“Someone who is still a child, who’s spastic and talks to much and gets on everyones nerves the moment something comes out of his mouth. It’s not like I do anything to help this pack out in anyway, I don’t even know why they keep me around. It’s probably because Scott feels bad for me now that he has friends and he’s cool and he begged Derek to let me tag along or something.” When he’s done, he takes a deep breath. It felt kind of good to let that all out. Maybe he should start talking to someone about his feelings, you know, someone who he didn’t freaking love.

“You sure don’t act like a child, and you do tons to help this pack. You are a spark, you will be our emissary someday and that is one of the most important parts of a pack. Fine, you may be a bit spastic and a bit hyper but that’s one of the reasons I like you so much. You’re a genius Stiles and a great person, friend and pack mate. Don’t you dare let anyone else ever tell you other wise.” By the time he’s done talking, he’s standing next to Stiles, their eyes still locked. Only seconds pass before Stiles is out of his chair and locking his lips with the older mans, throwing all caution to the wind.




After that night they were inseparable. The first couple days no one noticed a thing and when they finally did, of course it would be Lydia who does. “How in the hell could you love something like him?” she demanded, everyone forming a circle around him. “He’s a human being, he made some mistakes, everyone does!” he yelled back. “Most people don’t go around murdering people or toying with people’s minds to come back from the dead.” She countered and he took a deep breath.

“The people that he killed were the people responsible for his families murder, then the only ones he had left, abandoned him and left him in a hospital to fucking rot away. You would go insane too, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t. I’m not saying that it was right, but come on. None of you ever give him the benefit of the doubt, no one ever thought to try and at least understand where he’s coming from. He’s not a bad person anymore, he’s changed. He helps us out with everything, helps us with whatever he can, doesn’t that count for anything?” Stiles asks, looking around at them all.

“Stiles,” Derek says, stepping forward, “I know what you are trying to say and I understand where you’re coming from, but you don’t know him like I do. Even before the fire he was a bad person. He hurt people, he hurt his family, his wife and kids. He abused them, every single day and he will only do that to you too.”

Stiles looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. “He’s told me all about his family, he would never do something like that. I see the look in his eyes when he talks about them, he loved them more then anything.” Derek shakes his head, “He’s a manipulator Stiles, that’s what he does. He pretends to be this nice caring guy but deep down it’s just a game to him, it always has been. He’s see’s that you’re the weakest one here, emotion wise and he’s using that to his advantage.”

“The weakest one here? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles all but screams. Scott steps forward then, “Buddy, you’re my best friend, practically my brother. I’m not an idiot, none of us are. We know how your dad has been treating you recently. I know that he’s started drinking again, like after your mom died all those years ago. I haven’t said anything because I know he hasn’t been hurting you like he did before, and I knew if you wanted to talk about it, you would come to me when you were ready and Peter knows too.”

Stiles stands there, looking shocked. He can feel his anger and his anxiety rising and his breathing spikes as he falls to the couch behind him. “Y-you can’t kn-know that. I, I was careful, I didn’t, you can’t.” he starts to sob and at that moment Peter slides the loft door open, looking worried and pissed off as he goes to Stiles. “What the hell happened, what did you guys do?” he demands, sitting next to Stiles.

“Like you actually give a shit, get the hell away from him!” Scott yells, his eyes bleeding yellow and his fangs dropping. Stiles looks up, panic filling his face. “No, leave him alone. I want him here, please just stop!” he cries out, holding on to Peter tighter. “Th-they say you don’t care about me, they’re saying that it’s all an act and that you were this horrible person even before the fire, that you’re using what my dads doing against me an- and you can’t kn-know about that.”

“We do know about it love, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I knew but I didn’t know how you’d react. I’m not using you, I swear to you that I’m not. I love you and I would never, ever even think about hurting you, you know that don’t you?” Peter begs, his eyes pleading.

Stiles nods his head, “I want to l-leave, can we leave?” he whispers and Peter nods, helping Stiles to his feet as he gathers him in his arms, hugging him. He turns Stiles’s back to the pack and grins wickedly at them before pulling Stiles from the loft.

“We can’t just let him take him, he’s going to end up hurting him!” Scott yells, turning towards Derek. “I know that, but if we go after them, Stiles will never see how he really is. He’ll only blame us and push us away more and you know that. I don’t like this anymore then you do. We need to go to his father, talk some sense into him, get him straightened out and then get his help with all this.”



A couple weeks pass and Stiles still hasn’t seen any of the pack. Peter had taken him back to his apartment and they hadn’t really left. They’d been spending all their time watching movies, talking and just being in each others company. Stiles couldn’t be anymore happy right now if he tried. He was away from his drunk father and even more, he was in the arms of a man who loved him more then anything every night.

In his eyes, nothing could possibly go wrong. Of course, that’s when something does.

When he’d woken up, it was because the sun was shining brightly through their bedroom window. It felt like it’d been days since it stopped raining and he had the urge to leave the apartment today, maybe even go see Scott. He hated fighting with him, Scott was right, they were practically brothers and he knew that Scott had only been trying to help. He was up before Peter, so he walked silently to the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

When he was done, he had a quick breakfast and started for the front door, but was stopped right before he grabbed the knob. “Where do you think you’re going?” Peter asks, his voice filled with sleep and slight anger. Stiles turned giving him a smile, “It’s nice out today, thought I’d get out of the house. Was thinking of going to see Scott and trying to talk some sense into him again. I don’t like not being in contact with him.” Stiles said, turning back towards the door.

“I don’t want you seeing him anymore. I thought we were done with him, with the entire pack?” Peter asked, taking a few steps forward. Stiles sighed as he turned back to face him, “He’s my brother, I can’t keep him from my life and you know that. Things will blow over eventually. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t make me stay away from him.” Stiles said.

It happened so quickly that Stiles didn’t feel it at first. Peter had back handed him, hard. He held his hand to his face, tears starting to form as he stared at the wolf in front of him. He could tell Peter regretted it the moment it happened, but that didn’t change the fact that it had happened.

“Stiles, I di-didn’t mean to do that. I’m so sorry.” he whispered, taking a step forward but Stiles backed up into the door, making him freeze. “Don’t come near me.” he croaked out, turning the handle and running from the apartment. He didn’t stop until he was out of the building and sitting in his jeep. He quickly turned the key and pulled from the lot, heading to the only place he knew he could go. The loft.




When he knocked on the door, it took a minute for someone to actually open it. Derek’s face turned to anger when he saw the bruise already forming on his cheek. “Stiles-“ he started but Stiles didn’t let him finish before he was crashing into the man, sobs racking his body. “I’m s- so sor-sorry I di-didn’t believe you.” he managed to get out. Derek wrapped his arms around him, “Shh, it’s all right. Don’t be sorry.” he answered, pulling Stiles into the loft and closing the door.

Stiles could hear him texting on his phone and he knew that he was texting the rest of the pack and that they’d be there soon.

Less then thirty minutes later, the door flew open and everyone was flowing through the door, Scott coming right to Stiles and hugging him tight. “I’m so sorry.’ Stiles kept saying over and over again. Scott kept shushing him and it wasn’t long before he’d managed to calm himself down. “Tell me what happened?” Scott asked.

Stiles took a deep breath. “I wanted to come see you and he freaked out. I told him if he really loved me he wouldn’t make me stay away from you. I shouldn’t have said that to him, it’s my fault that he hit me.” Anger crossed Scott’s face, “Don’t you dare say that. This wasn’t your fault. Even if you ever say something wrong to someone, it doesn’t give them the right to lay their hands on you like this.”

Stiles is about to answer when the door flies open and Peter walks in, flowers in hand and tears streaming down his face.

“You get the fuck out of here, right now!” Derek screams at him. Peter ignores him, walking straight for Stiles. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Please, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Of course I don’t care if you see your friends. I just, you said I didn’t love you. But I do, I love you more then anything. I will never touch you ever again.”

Stiles manages a tiny smile, tears falling down his face as he moves around Scott to hug Peter. “It’s all right, it was my fault I shouldn’t have said those things.” he whispered, still knowing that everyone heard him. Peter smiled at him, “It’s OK, I forgive you little one.”

“Stiles, don’t listen to him. Please don’t listen to him. He’s only saying this so you’ll go back with him.” Scott says, almost begs and Stiles can see the hurt on his face. “It’s all right, he won’t hurt me again. I believe him. Please don’t make this any harder. I’ll call you later, all right man?” he says, getting to his feet. He felt awkward and he wanted to get out of there.

Scott started to say something but Derek grabbed his arm and he hung his head. Scott knew if he pushed, Stiles would shut him out. “Fine. You know where I am if you need me.” he said.

Stiles gave him a smile as Peter and he left, closing the door behind him.