Dear all, I return to writing after a few years withhad a crush on Peter's character and started to read some fanfictions and discovered the STETER (Stiles x Peter) ship. At first dubious, I started to like it a lot, so I chose to try! I do not know if its gonna be ok, or even if the fandom is still very active, but if you go through here, a small review is always appreciated.

Warning : English is not my main language so feel free to tell me if you see mistakes

Disclaimer : Everything belongs to Jeff Davis, blablabla

Rating : M

Length : three-shots

Characters : My Stiles is a bit OOC

Love you Goodbye

Chapter 1: The Watchers

Beacon Hill had for some time been living a period of unprecedented tranquility. Everyone had resumed the course of a life as normal as possible. Scott McCall was finally enjoying his teenage life: he and his girlfriend Kira could finally spend some romantic evenings together without the risk of being beheaded or cut into pieces by some creepy creature of the night. He kept watching over Liam, helping him acclimatize to his new life and answering his many questions. Deaton was a great help on this last part. Scott knew he still had a lot to learn. Lydia had taken Malia under her wing and, besides having taken on the immeasurable challenge of making her understand mathematics, she had decided to make her one of the most popular young women in high school. Malia ... she and Stiles had chosen not to continue their relationship. Alchemy did not seem to work anymore, something was broken. In the midst of these groups full of projects, Stiles Stilinski felt incredibly lonely and useless. Adventure and danger had almost become a drug for him. Then, in this ambient apathy, he finally got closer to the only person who seemed to understand him. The taciturn Derek Hale. Derek, who spoke little and groaned a lot, and Stiles Stilinski, a hyperactive person who spoke a lot too much and was a real problem magnet, had become good friends. They had nicknamed themselves "The Watchers".

At the beginning of this unexpected mixing, Stiles met up Derek at the loft once a week. They took the time to review Beacon Hill's crime. The youngest of the two, who always had access to his father's files and communications, kept Derek abreast of the files in the sheriff's office. They then matched the information with the one collected by Derek's more extensive network. The wolf seemed to keep an eye on the supernatural activity of the entire country. The weekly meeting had quickly turned into a four times a week appointment. The rest of the time Stiles was busy with Scott. The two youngsters practiced activities of a distressing banality: Lacrosse, video games and discussions about girls. If Scott remained Stilinski's best friend, even his brother, he quickly figured out that in this quiet time they had less and less in common. Unconsciously, a small distance had settled between them.

These evenings at the loft were perfect for the hyperactive youngster. Well, almost... Peter, who had a nice house at the edge of the town, was an incorrigible squatter. It was as if the returning-sociopath-egocentric canine appreciated his nephew's companionship.

Their first vigil night had been a bit odd for all of them. Stiles, looking for sensational activities, had finally got his hands on an interesting case. Serial murders, victims branded with a triskel. Remembering the tattoo seen so many times in the back of the former Alpha during the training of the pack, it had led Stiles to Derek.

Stiles was standing in front of the loft door, unable to hit. His heart was pounding. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous, the grumpy wolf was going to send him packing. He jumped when the door suddenly slid open. Derek Hale was standing in front of him, a book in his hand. "

- Are you going to come in? Your heart is beating so hard that I can not concentrate on my book. "

The student squinted on the cover of the book, trying to distinguish the title. " Interview with a Vampire ". Interesting. Why was Derek interested in this kind of literature? Did the vampires really exist? It's a discussion they never had! Stiles added this question to his already long mental list, while imagining a secular rivalry between long-toothed clans. In every sense of the term.

Passing silently by the wolf, he entered the loft and was greeted by a voice on his back. "

- Good evening Stiles. I really like your new perfume. I smell anguish, a hint of hesitation and ... fear? Are you wearing the latest Chanel? "

He could not stop his lips from stretching upwards. Peter was a bloodthirsty sociopath, but he was quick-witted and had an extraordinary intelligence and culture. He did not scare him anymore ... well, or he only scared him a tiny little bit. He liked his humor but would have preferred to cut his tongue rather than confess it. Ignoring the bothersome man behind him, Stiles turned to Derek. "

- I have something that will interest you, a weird case. "

Contrary to what he had anticipated, Derek motioned him to take a seat on the couch. Stiles pulled the computer out of the backpack he was carrying, and while the owner of the place came to sit by his side, he felt his uncle's presence behind him. Slightly reassured, Stilinski could not restrain himself: "

- It's my Chanel that attracts you so much Peter? "

It was the first time he heard Derek laugh out loud. Someone standing up to Peter Hale was a rare sight, especially with his background. Peter himself arched an eyebrow and smiled. The brat knew how to retort. The predator in him became animated. Stiles had potential. That's why he once offered him the bite. And since the Nogitsune episode, the young man seemed to have maintained a certain arrogance and irreverence. This, however, rarely manifested itself.

Like the city atmosphere, the "interesting" cases had ended up drying up. So, their evenings had turned into evening discussions, movies nights ... sometimes members of the pack joined them, but it was often only Stiles and the two Hales. His relationship with Peter had also evolved. They had entered a sort of game, ignoring each other from time to time, provoking themselves often. Peter remained Peter, thirsty for power, always seeming to have something in mind, only helping out when the situation somehow benefited him, but, the time when the sheriff's son had transformed the wolf in human torch ... Animal torch, was far away.

Some time ago, Stiles was left behind by his friends. Chris Argent had asked for help from Scott and his little gang to get their hands on an uncontrollable young wolf 50kms away. It seemed that the hyperactive young man was not the only one looking for danger. Feeling abandoned, he decided that he was fed up with being left behind for his protection. He was going to take matters into his own hands and not be the weak one in the group! His first resolution was taken with a decided step, he took the direction of the veterinary cabinet of Deaton. Almost breaking the door, he shouted: "

- Deaton! Deaton! "

Receiving no answer, he passed the reception and entered the operating room of the veterinarian, who was obviously working on a guy ... a half-dead werething guy "

- Stiles for God's sake, what are you doing here? Did not you see the closed sign? I really need to buy a bigger one. Ahh, if only the mountain ash was active on humans, he sighed.

- Deaton ..."

He caught the eyes of the youngter. This determined Stiles reminded him of his version owned by the Nogitsune, and he did not particularly like that."

- Yes Stiles?

- You are the emissary of the Hale family, take me as an apprentice. "

Deaton had agreed with reluctance. After all, Scott did not have an appointed emissary yet and he himself would not be eternal for the Hales. So besides his little Hale nights, Stiles had found a new routine, a routine that brought him a lot of knowledge, which would allow him to protect himself and others against the dangers of the supernatural. That day, he had regained his self-confidence.

That evening, he went to the loft. He was not supposed to see Derek that night, but he needed something. A complement to his training. He did not want to be a werewolf, but he wanted to be able to defend himself. He slid the doors of the loft, which was very dark. "

- Derek? Oh Derek, are you there? "

He lowered his voice when he saw a sleeping figure on the couch. A figure with a peaceful handsome face, the protruding muscles highlighted by his fucking eternal V-neck. This garment had earned him a little nickname within the pack, Satan in V-neck. Stilinski sat cross-legged on the table. His gaze continued to scan the wolf's body. He was rather well built for a henchman of Hell. He had never really been attracted to men, but Peter had something magnetic, something bestial. Stiles could not help but coming closer again. He knelt down at Peter's level. Somehow, overhanging him, dominating him, did not seem right. He could feel the power radiating of Peter. He was no longer an Alpha, but it was still there, somewhere. Suddenly, a clawed hand caught him by the throat and two electric blue orbs plunged into his eyes. "

- May I know what you're doing Stiles?

- Engraving your perfection in my memory?

- Well done, smiled Peter, crushing him on the wall.

– You do not scare me Peter. Listen to my heart, am I lying to you? "

Like a curious animal, Peter listened. A carnivorous smile appeared on his lips as his claws left bloody furrows on Stiles' throat. The young man was not lying. The wolf sniffed the air around him: desire, trust and ... respect? As if Stiles could read the astonishment of the wolf's face, he felt his head bowing and offered his neck as a sign of submission. He recognized the Alpha buried in Peter. The Hale were a family of predators and he had the most powerful of all in front of him. "

- Seems that little Stiles is becoming interesting. "

He could not help but bury his face in the boy's neck, caught in an irresistible urge to bite him. His breathing quickened, not the transformation, not now ! He was going to lose control. "

- Stiles, get out!

- No way ... arghhhhh! "

Claws previously positioned on Stiles' throat had just crashed into his back. He prayed internally that the wound would not be deep enough to transform him. He took Peter's face in his hands as his fangs became dangerously long. "

- Peter, Peter look at me!

- Stiles, I do not want to hurt you, go away! "

Peter sent Stiles flying away as far as possible from him. He hit the ground in a terrible creak. Broken wrist. That did not stop him from coming back, taking Hale's face again with his good hand. "

- Peter, you can control yourself, look at me. You are stronger than that! You will not hurt me!

- Stiles, do you really want to die? "

Peter's hand was closed on the boy's throat, while he continued talking to him. "

- Pe ... ter for God's sake, what was all ... all your dominant male comedy if you ... you can not control yourself? "

The grip loosened a little bit and Stiles took the opportunity to give in to an impulse and melt on the lips of the wolf. One of the fangs slashed him deeply but he did not break the kiss, feeling Peter's body slowly relaxing under his and starting to respond to the kiss. "

- Peter ... Peter listen to me. You're not like that, you're an Alpha, you're an Alpha Peter! "

He had screamed with all his might. Peter's pupils had changed from electric blue to ruby red. Then, under the flood of emotions, Hale had fainted. The pressure coming down, and his back and throat radiating with pain, Stiles also sank into the darkness.