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fullmoon_ficlet 191. kulcsszavára: Detention. >klikk ide<Tartalom: Stiles egy senki. Na jó, azért kitűnő céltáblaként szolgál Jackson Whittemore különféle frusztrációinak kitöltéséhez. Pedig ha tudnák, hogy gyakorlatilag el van jegyezve a híres és sokak által áhított Peter Hale-lel. Mivelhogy egy vérfarkas igaz társa, meg minden...
AU az 1. évadból, melyben Lydia még bunkó(bb) önmagaként tetszeleg; a Hale tűzeset pedig nem történt meg. Oh, és Harris alázása, mert megérdemli. XD
Stiles dreamily looked outside and let Harris's unpleasant voice wash over him. The chemistry teacher decided to give them (especially him, the main deviant here) a lecture about proper behavior. Again. What a joke! And it wasn't even effective. It’d been the same since forever but nothing ever changed. Jackson taunted him and hurt Scott with Lydia being mean, pretty and unhelpful to both parties in the background. Stiles hated it. The humiliation, the stupidity, the mindless and overlooked abuse. In the end everyone had to go to detention but of course Jackson’s pampered even there. The unfairness left a bitter taste in Stiles's mouth.
If only his father hadn’t been so stubborn! After all Stiles was chosen and the fact that they had to keep the supernatural world secret didn't necessarily mean that his awesome big bad and handsome wolf couldn’t claim and protect him in front of everyone. At least in their opinion. The sheriff though? He remained adamant (infuriatingly so). No public appearances together until Stiles was sixteen, his father’s rules stated. And that was significantly better compared to him attacking Peter with guns and kung fu immediately after he dared utter the unbelievably rare thing about true mates and Stiles, the then seven year old kid being his. Fortunately Talia stopped the freshly appointed sheriff from committing murder on his first day in office. Small mercies.
Stiles glanced at the clock above Harris's head. Peter had exactly five minutes until his long awaited sixteenth. Stiles huffed under his breath — patience was not his strongest side to put it mildly. His lips started to tingle as he conjured up a memory about their last kiss. Peter was demanding and generous at the same time. His strong hands bruised from the passion that overcame him whenever in fragile Stiles's presence but he always apologetically peppered the tender skin with light kisses, leeching the lingering pain away. He was sassy, bossy and sharp. Ruthless, intelligent and easily bored in mundane company. Stiles swelled with pride that he was the only lucky person who could see Peter's soft smiles, hear his heated whispers and feel his love, his adoration. They were the most precious gifts of his life.
60, 59, 58... He'll show up, Stiles thought excitedly. His heart started to pump erratically. He'll show up and claim me, kiss me, bust me out of here. 42, 41, 40... He better hurry up because Harris is more insufferable then usual if that's possible at all. That asshole! He couldn’t wait to see Lydia’s reaction. Peter Hale was the sexiest, wealthiest, most sought after bachelor in Beacon Hills. So that he, “the hyperactive, unattractive idiot” snatched the man must be a huge blow to her planet-sized ego. He bounced his legs impatiently. 12, 11, 10... Any second now...
“... linski, STILINSKI!”
No more time — Harris shouted at him just as the clock reached number twelve. The door to the classroom opened with a dramatic bang. Stiles grinned and rolled his eyes.
“This is a detention. I don't care who...” Harris choked back the rest at seeing Peter's dangerous expression. Stiles knew everything about the attempted arson on the Hale family and the teacher's role in it. Harris wasn't (too) stupid — he easily remembered Talia's left hand judging by the deathly paleness suddenly replacing the angry red of his face. He snitched out the Argents before anything horrible happened, the coward he was, but Peter had still felt the need to show him a little... fang.
“I certainly hope you know who I am.” And what I'm capable of remained unsaid but heavily hanging in the air. Harris swallowed. “I came for my darling Stiles. Surely, you don't mind?” Peter inquired with so much false politeness in his tone his insincerity was painfully obvious. You don't have a choice. Harris sputtered something but no one paid any attention. Peter's focus shifted to his mate and his lips quirked up in a playful smile. He prowled with a grace of a real predator, picked up Stiles’s backpack in a practiced move and reached out. Stiles stood up hastily. His chair squeaked from the force it was flinged back with. Stiles felt a giddiness taking over him as their hands touched. An evil glint entered Peter's eyes and not a moment later he kissed Stiles quite thoroughly. Stiles heard the sharp intakes of breath like they came from under water — reality always seemed to fade into an unimportant grayness when he was with his mate. With Peter.
“Drama queen” he murmured into those intoxicating lips.
“You like it,” Peter said matter of factly. They walked out from the classroom hand in hand, sarcastic bickering on full force. Stiles glanced around before leaving the place and just loved Scott's shit-eating grin but it was bested by Lydia's and Jackson’s gob smacked face.
Best detention ever.
He didn't hesitate to shout that back merrily to the terrified Harris.
The End
mood: 
cheerful
cheerfulmusic: Porcupine Tree - In Absentia
Comments
Haha! Ez most nagyon jót tett a lelkemnek az előző történet olvasása után :D
Imádtam, hogy Stiles mennyire kis akaratos, ahogy duzzog amiatt, hogy még nem mutatkozhat Peterrel, és ahogy belekapaszkodik abba, hogy Peter majd megvédi mindenkitől, mert ő különleges, és kiválasztott, és egy szexi vérfarkas a párja :D Mástól lehet, hogy idegesítő lenne, és elkényeztetett kölyök benyomását keltené, de Stiles minden csak nem az, és nagyon édesen csinálja még ezt is <3
Hát és az, hogy Peter hogy imádja :D Abszolúte olvadoztam, mennyire elveszti a fejét, és mégis gyengéd vele, és figyelmes, és szereti <3 És kiveri a balhét, ha piszkálják az ő kis Stilesát. + "my darling Stiles. " awwww!!!!
Mondjuk megértem, hogy a seriff nem ugrott ki a bőréből örömében, amikor egy kb. 20 évvel idősebb pasi azt mondja, hogy a kisfia márpedig az övé :D:D:D Meg hogy nem akart itt pedofília botrányt az ügyből. Azért úgy gondolom most már lassan csak meg fog békélni vele :D
Nagyon élveztem olvasni, köszi!
Egyébként ezt a 'mate'-dolgot eleinte kerültem, mint józan paraszt a bubópestist, de valahogy – számomra is ismeretlen okból –, mégis lerántott a mélybe! XD De hát olyan jó már Petert büszkén féltékenynek és birtoklónak ábrázolni, ahhoz pedig nincs is ennél jobb eszköz a fandomban. :)
Ez a jelenet (akarata ellenére ott dekkol hősünk lúzerként azok között, akik lenézik&/tudomást sem vesznek róla, aztán megjelenik az atommenő párja és együttes erővel sokkolják a környezetüket) számomra talán a legkedvesebb mind közül, melyekkel valaha eljátszottam fejben. Egyszerűen csak olyan... laza. Király. Elégedettséggel tölti el a főhőst és nagyon hatásvadász. Szeretem. :D
Hát, igen. A Sheriff valamiféle díjat kéne, hogy kajon, amiért lépést tart Beacon Hills furcsaságaival (anélkül, hogy jobbra-balra lövöldözne speckó hegyi kőris töltényekkel). Mint pl. Peter Hale cseppet sem pedofilnak tűnő viselkedésével. Lol
Köszönöm a kritikád, örülök, hogy tetszett! Sőt, kissé bizonytalan is voltam ezzel kapcsolatban, úgyhogy... <3