Ficlet: What Matters in Life
Author: hellbells101
Title: What Matters in LIfe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Peter/Stiles
Character/s: Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall,
Summary: Peter has been pyschotic, crazy, dead and has discovered what matters in life ... Can you guess what it is?
Warnings: Mentions of implied torture
Content Notes: n/a
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: n/a
Prompt: #113
Author's Notes: n/a
Peter was not like Derek. He chose to enjoy the finer things in life. He would leave self-flagellation to Derek and all that nonsense. However that being said - he did not hold onto these things. The fire had taught him what was important. After all; material things could be replaced.
Peter would declare very few things in his life - precious or vital.
There was one thing. It was ridiculous that no one could see it. He would look after one member of the pack above all others, including his blood relatives.
If they thought he was obsessive over his revenge with Kate - they had seen nothing for what he was prepared to do if they did not get Stiles back in one piece. He was sure that the pack had the best of intentions but fucking hell- what were they playing at?
Instead of pummeling the information out of the captured hunter - they seemed to want to talk him to death. It was sweet but time was precious. If Stiles was injured then he would not be responsible for his actions.
He didn’t care, he stepped forward,
“Do you know who I am?”
“A dead man walking!”
Peter snorted because the hunter was saying that full of bravado - not really understanding just how truthful his statement was. He couldn’t help but smirk as he said,
“Please I have already risen from the dead once.”
The hunter did not look amused. “Yeah ...” He drawled, “You’re looking good for a dead guy.”
In for a nickel in for a dime. If he was going to sell this he needed the idiot bigot terrified for his life. “You know my mate is only the one who terrifies me.”
“Oh yeah?”
Peter nodded, stepping closer getting into the hunter’s eyeline. “Yeah he set a burn victim on fire all because I was too far gone to listen to reason or stop my murderous rampage.”
The pack startled unaware until then exactly who Peter was referring to - Stiles was his mate? Since when?
However their Alpha, was only all too willing to use Peter and his crazy routine - if it would get him Stiles back.
Derek sighed, “They are twisted but stronger together. I agree with my Uncle the only thing that keeps him sane is Stiles.”
“What is a Stiles?”
All of the pack smiled because in truth Stiles was not just precious to Peter - he was precious to the whole pack. “He is the human you took from us.”
The pack watched as the guy paled, “No he is just a boy who runs with wolves.”
Peter shook his head, “Nope you took my mate and if you think these do-gooders will stop me causing you irreparable harm. You are wrong.”
The prisoner knew he was on dicey grounds. There was no way that his colleagues would not have tortured the boy trying to find out what they knew. To them it did not matter that he was a human - he ran with wolves so he was treated as one of them. Still there was one thing all the hunters agreed on - you left the mates alone unless you could put the mate down at the same time. It was a suicide mission.
“What do you want from me?” He gasped.
Peter did not smile at the startled gasp. It would ruin all his hard work, “You need to decide what matters most ... your principals or your life?”
Title: What Matters in LIfe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Peter/Stiles
Character/s: Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall,
Summary: Peter has been pyschotic, crazy, dead and has discovered what matters in life ... Can you guess what it is?
Warnings: Mentions of implied torture
Content Notes: n/a
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: n/a
Prompt: #113
Author's Notes: n/a
Peter was not like Derek. He chose to enjoy the finer things in life. He would leave self-flagellation to Derek and all that nonsense. However that being said - he did not hold onto these things. The fire had taught him what was important. After all; material things could be replaced.
Peter would declare very few things in his life - precious or vital.
There was one thing. It was ridiculous that no one could see it. He would look after one member of the pack above all others, including his blood relatives.
If they thought he was obsessive over his revenge with Kate - they had seen nothing for what he was prepared to do if they did not get Stiles back in one piece. He was sure that the pack had the best of intentions but fucking hell- what were they playing at?
Instead of pummeling the information out of the captured hunter - they seemed to want to talk him to death. It was sweet but time was precious. If Stiles was injured then he would not be responsible for his actions.
He didn’t care, he stepped forward,
“Do you know who I am?”
“A dead man walking!”
Peter snorted because the hunter was saying that full of bravado - not really understanding just how truthful his statement was. He couldn’t help but smirk as he said,
“Please I have already risen from the dead once.”
The hunter did not look amused. “Yeah ...” He drawled, “You’re looking good for a dead guy.”
In for a nickel in for a dime. If he was going to sell this he needed the idiot bigot terrified for his life. “You know my mate is only the one who terrifies me.”
“Oh yeah?”
Peter nodded, stepping closer getting into the hunter’s eyeline. “Yeah he set a burn victim on fire all because I was too far gone to listen to reason or stop my murderous rampage.”
The pack startled unaware until then exactly who Peter was referring to - Stiles was his mate? Since when?
However their Alpha, was only all too willing to use Peter and his crazy routine - if it would get him Stiles back.
Derek sighed, “They are twisted but stronger together. I agree with my Uncle the only thing that keeps him sane is Stiles.”
“What is a Stiles?”
All of the pack smiled because in truth Stiles was not just precious to Peter - he was precious to the whole pack. “He is the human you took from us.”
The pack watched as the guy paled, “No he is just a boy who runs with wolves.”
Peter shook his head, “Nope you took my mate and if you think these do-gooders will stop me causing you irreparable harm. You are wrong.”
The prisoner knew he was on dicey grounds. There was no way that his colleagues would not have tortured the boy trying to find out what they knew. To them it did not matter that he was a human - he ran with wolves so he was treated as one of them. Still there was one thing all the hunters agreed on - you left the mates alone unless you could put the mate down at the same time. It was a suicide mission.
“What do you want from me?” He gasped.
Peter did not smile at the startled gasp. It would ruin all his hard work, “You need to decide what matters most ... your principals or your life?”