Phoe's Friday Ficlets Chapter 12: Steter: Valentine's Heart, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Valentine's Heart – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m, hurt/comfort, fluff, courting, murder, post season 3A, Spark Stiles

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Stiles finds a human heart in a heart-shaped box with red roses. He knows who it's from and he knows exactly what to get his wolf in return.

Valentine's Heart

Friday Ficlets Series

Stiles tilted his head as he looked down at the box at his feet. It was read and heart-shaped with a large silver bow on top that tied three red roses to it. Right. Valentine's Day, wasn't it? Scott had been prattling on about his epic plans for Allison for the past week or so. Boyd and Erica had some cutesy, cheesy plans too, Stiles had helped Boyd plan it. Even Jackson had managed to make romantic plans for Lydia. Mostly because he was afraid of what she'd do if she didn't get a perfect Valentine's Day. But Stiles was single, there was nobody to make romantic plans for him.

Crouching down in front of the box, he poked it cautiously. Maybe it was some weird monster that ate singles. There had been virgin sacrifices not that long ago! Who knew. He opened the lid. And then immediately dropped it back down and fell backward flat on his ass.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Stiles muttered and rubbed his face.

Taking a deep, slow breath, he got up again and carefully lifted the lid again and nope. Still a real, actual heart in there, blood pooling at the bottom of the (thankfully metal) box. Tilting his head, Stiles tried to determine if it was an animal or a human heart and how had this become his life?

Putting the lid aside, he noticed a small, heart-shaped card attached to the silver bow. The heart of your enemy, for my sweetheart. Stiles' brows furrowed deeply as he looked between the apparently human heart and the large silver bow that stood out against the red theme of the rest of the gift.

He snorted softly when it sank in. Shaking his head, he gathered the box and the roses to go inside. There was only one person who called him sweetheart, or who would tear out hearts for him.

It wasn't even much of a surprise, really. There had been something between Peter and Stiles ever since the parking garage. It had been weird and loaded, to have Peter's fangs so close to his wrists, the Alpha offering the bite but accepting Stiles' no. And after the wolf's resurrection? Peter had been the only one to notice the very obvious bruising on Stiles' face, the only one to stay back while everyone else left. Peter had insisted on bringing Stiles home and Stiles had instead insisted on going back to the Argents' to get Boyd and Erica. He'd glared the wolf into submission, but when they got back, Boyd and Erica weren't there. Peter caught their scent and the two tracked the betas down in the woods and returned them back home to their families.

After Isaac found the Alpha Pack and brought news of a captive (who later turned out to be Cora freaking Hale), Peter and Stiles had worked together figuring out what the vault she was being kept in was made of and that night set the trajectory of their relationship. The way they'd worked together, bouncing ideas, understanding each other. Even when Stiles hadn't known what was bothering Stiles, Peter listened closely and filtered out what was important. The two became research central for the pack and it felt so good to work with someone who was smart, intelligent and cunning, who listened to him and actually heard him too, instead of dismissing him.

Well then, what was an appropriate gift in return for this…? He was not to be bested by his wolf.

/break\

Peter kept himself occupied all day by running errands and doing his work. He would have liked to stay near the Stilinski home to see his boy's reaction, but he didn't want to pressure Stiles into a reply right away. It was late and dark outside by the time he finally got home. The scent of a delicious home-cooked meal filled his senses and made his mouth water and as he walked toward his kitchen, he also picked up the equally delicious scent of his boy.

"I take the fact that you broke into my home to cook as a positive sign?" Peter asked with a playful smile. "Unless this is my last meal before you put me down for being a Creeperwolf."

Stiles laughed as he turned around to face him. His boy was beautiful like that, in his kitchen. Like he belonged here, in his home. Stiles put the spoon down and walked over to Peter, gently cupping his face. With Stiles so close, Peter didn't resist the urge to wrap his arms around Stiles' waist.

"You killed Gerard," Stiles whispered softly. "For me."

"You figured out whose heart it was," Peter smiled proudly. "My clever boy."

"You put a silver bow on top. Argent is French for silver," Stiles rolled his eyes. "And I don't think I have too many enemies, so that really narrowed it down."

Stiles' hands gently caressed his cheeks, tracing Peter's jawline and pulling his face closer, until there was barely a breath between their lips. An eager sense of hope filled Peter at their closeness.

"I accept," Stiles whispered softly. "Because it's not just a Valentine's gift, is it?"

Swallowing hard, Peter nodded. He had meant it as a courting gift, but thought that for now, he would just be happy to have Stiles. He would have worked up to it, taking his boy on dates and giving him more gifts, before outright saying it and telling Stiles he wanted the boy as his mate. Stiles leaned up to bridge the last distance so their lips met in a soft kiss.

"How did you even find him?" Stiles asked against Peter's lips when they parted.

"Oh, that," Peter smiled, sharp and wicked. "Well, it turned out I simply needed to trail our esteemed Alpha Pair, because they knew exactly where the bastard was hiding."

Stiles in his arms tightened and Peter pulled him closer. "...What?"

"Mhmh," Peter tilted his head. "I had a chat with dear Gerard before his… demise. And apparently, Scott and Allison have been visiting him to get information on Deucalion. Let him live after."

There was a tenseness to Stiles' body and a hardness to his eyes as the boy nodded. Peter leaned in to kiss the corner of Stiles' mouth, trying to sooth and comfort. After a moment did the boy take a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against Peter's shoulder.

"Well, now I feel even better about what I got you," Stiles muttered lowly.

"The dinner?" Peter asked confused.

Stiles pushed off him, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Dinner first, then you get your gift."

Peter perked up at that. So Stiles accepting his courting and being in his den, cooking dinner for Peter wasn't his gift? What else could his clever boy have in store for him?

"Dinner smells divine, love," Peter noted with a smile when he sat down.

Stiles' heart stumbled a little at the new term of endearment, his cheeks heating up. Cute. Peter grinned pleased when the two of them started eating. They made some small talk, about how school was going, how annoying the pack was being, Peter's work. Peter had recently gotten his license back and got to work as a lawyer again.

"Dinner was delicious," Peter praised as he cleaned up the table. "Thank you."

"Well, it is more traditional for wolves to court through food, so I figured it'd be a good start," Stiles' eyes sparkled. "Besides, didn't really know which enemy's heart I could present you. You teared Kate's throat out yourself. Any other enemies in your way right now, dear?"

Laughing in delight, Peter wrapped his arms around Stiles to pull him close. "None as of right now, but I would be happy to take you up on that offer in the future?"

Stiles snorted and burrowed his face in Peter's neck. "Your idea of a romantic date would be to kill our enemies together, wouldn't it? Creeperwolf. C'mon, get your jacket. We have places to be."

Raising his eyebrows intrigued, Peter got his jacket and put on his shoes, eagerly following his mate-to-be out of the apartment. He didn't even question how Stiles knew where he lived or how he got in in the first place. They got into the Jeep together and Peter let his boy drive them to the warehouse district. Not exactly the romantic location he had hoped for.

"Darling, what did you get me?" Peter asked slowly.

Stiles' smile was foreboding in a way that made Peter want to kiss him again. And finally, he got to do it. Grabbing Stiles' neck, he pulled his boy into a slow, deep kiss as soon as they were out of the car. When they parted, Stiles took Peter's hand to pull him along.

"Well, I was thinking, what to get the wolf who has everything?" Stiles grinned impishly. "And after what you told me before dinner, I think this might be something the both of us deserve."

Peter frowned confused, until they actually stepped into the empty warehouse. Inside was an Alpha werewolf, red eyes blazing at them both when he snarled at them. The Alpha was stuck inside a circle of mountain ash. Peter blinked surprised and turned toward his boy in wonder.

"You set the bar real high," Stiles shrugged, still grinning. "So, I might have hijacked Boyd and Erica's Valentine's plans and asked them if they'd go track down an Alpha with me. Did a bit of magic to track it and then we wanted it together. I know you always wanted to become an Alpha again, even more so now that Derek lost his spark. The Hale Pack needs an Alpha."

Peter's heart jumped in his throat. He hadn't expected this. Yes, he wanted to become an Alpha again and yes, Stiles was right, even more so now that Derek had given up his power to save Cora's life. Things were up in the air right now, Scott had only just become an Alpha a few weeks ago. Isaac was quick to follow him, his alliance having shifted for a while. But Derek, Cora, Peter?

"Boyd and Erica helped you?" Peter asked softly, circling the captured Alpha.

"Don't sound too surprised, Peter," Stiles chuckled. "You tracked them down with me and brought them back home. They didn't stick around the Hale Pack for Derek's stellar leadership. They did it for you, me and Isaac. When I told them that I wanted to turn you into an Alpha, they were more than happy to help. Allison shot them with like twenty arrows, which had gotten them into her grandpa's torture basement, you could say they're not exactly fans of being betas in the McCall Pack, with her as Alpha Mate. You're an Alpha they would follow."

"And you're an Alpha Mate they would follow," Peter turned to smile teasingly at Stiles.

It put a pretty blush on Stiles' cheeks again, to have it put that bluntly. Yes, he had accepted Peter's courting, but to be called the Alpha Mate like that? Stepping up to Stiles, Peter pulled him into another kiss, slow and sensual. Stiles looked up at him with warm eyes.

"I stole some wolfsbane bullets from Chris and shot the Alpha a couple times before we brought him here. The wolfsbane should have weakened him enough to not put up too much of a fight."

"You are so considerate, my love," Peter placed one last kiss on Stiles' lips. "Break the barrier."

He stared with blazing eyes at the Alpha, claws and fangs out. With a wave of his hand and the power of his magic did Stiles break the mountain ash barrier. The Alpha stumbled out and snarled. Peter lunged at him, tore into him. He made it quick, before the feral creature could cause any harm to Peter or to Peter's chosen mate. The power was intoxicating and when he turned glowing eyes on Stiles, the boy's breath hitched. A broad grin spread over Stiles' lips before he ran up to Peter and just jumped him, legs wrapping around Peter's waist. The next moment, he was kissing Peter with passion and desire. Peter laughed into the kiss, holding his boy close.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Alpha," Stiles whispered against Peter's lips.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Realizing that Valentine's Day falls onto a Friday, I naturally HAD to write something V-Day themed today! I hope you all are having a good one, maybe with less murder than these two though ;)