"I heard there was a party… I invited myself"
My own aftermath of Teen Wolf's S02E09: Peter made Lydia host a party for a reason - and he certainly plans to attend.
I actually wrote a whole story but somehow I feel more comfortable just cutting it short and making it rhyme. I can't say I have a poet's soul, this is just a form of writing, I don't even consider it poetry.
And, yup, this is Peter/Stiles (I'm rooting for this ship with all my vocal cords!). Not sure how consensual it is from Stiles' point, though, but then again, this is mostly just happening in Peters head.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys... buuuuuuut you knew that already.
"Mmmm", the air was fresh tonight,
Although he couldn't smell it right;
His nosetrils filled with dirt and ash..
But, still, he had a party to crash.
He ensured the drinks were hallucinatic,
To make his entrance more dramatic -
So that, arriving fashionably late,
He'd catch his prey in delirious state.
To see the expression on Stiles' face,
To hear his panicked heart race,
Until he makes a contemplation,
That Peter's just a hallucination.
And oh, this couldn't get sweeter!
Cause he would boldly confront Peter
He'll unleash that hidden ire
Those pretty eyes now full of fire.
Fearless, holding the wolf's gaze,
Cheeks flushed hot, temper ablaze,
He'd spit threats he would never dare
If he knew Peter's no image of air.
Only then Peter would smile and place
a dirt-soiled hand to that soft face
Holding it a breath away - just such -
for the longest second... and then touch.
Take him by the neck, pull him near
And whisper hotly into his ear:
"Think I'm not real? Well, I am.
The big bad wolf is here, little lamb."
Denial, bewilderment, surprise;
He'd see it all in Stiles' eyes
All of these emotions would fly
'till he accepts he's about to die.
Peter often caught himself thinking
Of ripping the kid's throat and drinking.
A burn victim, A*G*A*I*N set aflame!?
There was no one but Stiles to blame.
But now his thoughts aren't as vile
(cause he hasn't got laid in a while.
"Laid in the ground"? Not the same.)
The boy has stirred his desire's flame.
So he could imagine nothing more
Than kissing those lips bruised and sore
And hear him gasp against his mouth,
Blood in his cheeks flowing... south.
But, wait a second, what is this?
The party's shut down by the police:
Cops are yelling, teens on the run...
Atta fuckin' way to ruin his fun.
'But my party's just started', he smiles,
Deciding he'll pay a late visit to Stiles.
And if laws of nature can't stop Peter,
A freakin' curfew won't do much either.
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