Ficlet: Arrival
Author: laraF laraflame
Title: Arrival
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Character/s: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Peter will never recover from the death of his family on his own. He’s lucky he has Stiles on his side.
Warnings: none
Content Notes: mentions of the Hale fire, ANGST
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #202
Author's Notes: Just a bittersweet drabble. I’m listening to Katatonia. Metal from Scandinavia is a blessing, really.
Raindrops crawled down their way on his face. Even the sudden rainstorm couldn’t wash out the smell of burning flesh, of the ashes of his past from his oversensitive nose.
His throat ached from the ghosts of hoarse shouting. His ears were ringing. Talia’s howl reverberated through his veins; pulsing desperately like a dying man’s heart.
Sometimes the world seemed cruel.
Sometimes he felt like he never woke up.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from his new home.
He didn’t even notice the slight tremors ruining his posture. Somewhere in the background their True Alpha was half-heartedly bickering with Derek again. He gripped a nearby tree. How could his nephew live together with the crushing weight of guilt? Of being responsible?
“Peter?” a sweet voice shot through the bitter fog of pain clouding his mind. Hazel eyes looked up at him knowingly. The meaning of his life.
“Welcome home.”
Title: Arrival
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Character/s: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Peter will never recover from the death of his family on his own. He’s lucky he has Stiles on his side.
Warnings: none
Content Notes: mentions of the Hale fire, ANGST
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 150
Prompt: #202
Author's Notes: Just a bittersweet drabble. I’m listening to Katatonia. Metal from Scandinavia is a blessing, really.
Raindrops crawled down their way on his face. Even the sudden rainstorm couldn’t wash out the smell of burning flesh, of the ashes of his past from his oversensitive nose.
His throat ached from the ghosts of hoarse shouting. His ears were ringing. Talia’s howl reverberated through his veins; pulsing desperately like a dying man’s heart.
Sometimes the world seemed cruel.
Sometimes he felt like he never woke up.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from his new home.
He didn’t even notice the slight tremors ruining his posture. Somewhere in the background their True Alpha was half-heartedly bickering with Derek again. He gripped a nearby tree. How could his nephew live together with the crushing weight of guilt? Of being responsible?
“Peter?” a sweet voice shot through the bitter fog of pain clouding his mind. Hazel eyes looked up at him knowingly. The meaning of his life.
“Welcome home.”