Phoe's Friday Ficlets Chapter 19: Steter: He Should (Not) Be at the Club, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: He Should (Not) Be at the Club – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, werewolves are known, Pack Alpha Peter, fluff, possessiveness, protectiveness, m/f, f/f

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Malia/Kira,

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes

Summary: Stiles has been a regular at the new werewolf owned club, looking to find an alpha. No werewolves show any interest in flirting with him, but that's okay because he has great conversations with Peter, the owner. Until someone does hit on him and Peter gets possessive.

He Should (Not) Be at the Club

Friday Ficlets Series

Stiles loved the Blood Moon. It was a werewolf-owned club that had opened in Silver Lake three months ago. Knowing all of Beacon Hills inside out, Stiles had been eager to make the three hour drive to check out the new club. After all, nobody in Beacon Hills seemed to want to date him, so maybe he'd find the perfect alpha in Silver Lake. Preferably a werewolf.

Stiles had known he wanted to date a werewolf since he had first seen Beauty and the Beast as a kid. It was the perfect story, really. It was about this small-town nerd who had nobody but her beloved father. When her father was held captive by the beast in the castle, she traded places with him and became the beast's servant. Said beast was an Alpha werewolf who had lost his entire pack, living all alone in that giant castle. After the loss of his pack, he became stuck in his monstrous Alpha form (which was a real thing, as Stiles had learned back then when he did research after the movie). He hated humans, because he had lost his pack because of humans. But the longer she stayed with him, the more they learned to understand each other and ultimately fall in love. The bond they formed wasn't just True Love breaking a curse, it was the very real phenomenon of a pack of two, the Alpha finally had gained a pack mate and that pack bond stabilized him (again something Stiles learned through research later).

And while Stiles didn't know about monstrous feral Alpha, he knew he wanted a werewolf. The devotion and dedication that werewolves brought to their mates felt so much more intense and wonderful than regular human relationships. So Stiles, an unmated omega, really hoped to find an alpha as devoted and dedicated to him as the Beast to his Belle.

When in Stiles' teen years, his best friend Scott got bitten by a rogue Alpha, Stiles thought that was it, now there were going to be werewolves in his life. Over the years of their high school career, they formed a pack of their own. Alas, all of the wolves in his pack were puppies. Scotty was the biggest puppy of them all, so were Isaac, Liam and Hayden. None of them were mate material.

The Blood Moon was his chance to meet werewolves who weren't in his pack, weren't oversized puppies who snuck into Stiles' bed for cuddles and comfort. Three months ago, he had dragged his whole pack to the opening of the club and he had gone every Saturday or every second Saturday, depending on how busy he was. He never went alone, someone from his pack always went with him (mostly because they didn't want him to make the drive all alone at night).

His most frequent companion was Kira, at first because it was better to hang out with the only other unmated omega. That had changed a month and a half ago, when Kira met her new girlfriend. A young alpha werecoyote who'd asked Kira to dance one night and stole her heart.

Stiles sighed as he watched Kira and Malia dance from his spot at the bar. The two had such an easy chemistry, they always looked like they had fun when they were together, he'd never seen Kira glow that much. He was happy for his friend, really. But it did suck a little that the only unmated omega in his friend group was now also mated and that Stiles ended up third wheeling after all.

"He—ey, Batman," Erica greeted him with a broad grin. "Want a drink?"

"A strong one," Stiles heaved a sigh and looked at his favorite bartender.

"Rough week?" Erica smiled understandingly and handed him his drink of choice.

She knew him well by now, he'd become more than just a regular at the club. He'd gotten to know the whole pack that ran the club and he loved them all, honestly. Spending time with them whenever his coupled friends were too busy gazing lovingly at each other or making out.

"I just," Stiles sighed, running his finger along the rim of the glass. "I don't know."

He knew very well. He was feeling left behind. Jackson and Lydia were planning their wedding, Scott and Allison kept lingering in front of baby stuff and Stiles could see where that was headed. Meanwhile, Stiles spent most his Saturdays at a club, trying to even just score a date, but nobody seemed interested in picking him up in this town either. Sometimes, it made him feel pathetic.

"Can I have another?" Stiles asked when he put his glass down.

"How about we get you a water instead, darling? You don't have a wolf's metabolism."

Blinking, Stiles turned to look at the gorgeous alpha who slid into the seat next to him. Malia's dad. The owner of the club. The Alpha of the pack. Peter Hale. He was perfect. Handsome, charming, sarcastic, brilliant, successful. A whole package deal. And so far out of Stiles' league, he didn't even try. Because being rejected by Peter would definitely be humiliating.

"Hey," Stiles managed a genuine grin. "No work today?"

"I always make the time when I see you down here," Peter's smile made Stiles' heart skip. "After all, my daughter keeps stealing your companion, so let me be your company."

They both turned to watch Malia and Kira, Kira giggling as she wrapped her arms around Malia's neck. It would be wonderful to have someone he could be that carefree and happy with.

"Oh, I forgot your book!" Stiles frowned. "I was reading it when I was at my dad's and I forgot it there… I'll get it next week and bring it back, but oh it was so helpful."

"There is no rush, darling," Peter smiled and took his hand. "I told you that you could keep it."

The alpha smelt so good, like dark cherries and licorice and the forest, and Stiles wanted to roll around in it. He blinked and shook himself out of it, offering a sheepish grin to Peter.

"No, I told you, I can't accept that, it's way too expensive, Peter," Stiles chided him.

"And I told you that it's not a problem," Peter's eyes sparkled prettily. "But I will not push."

He never did, it was one of the things he most admired about Peter. Biting his lips, Stiles launched into discussing the book with Peter, before they were interrupted by Malia and Kira joining them and ordering drinks for themselves. Was it weird that Stiles hadn't even noticed how much time had passed? It was so easy to talk to Peter about honestly everything.

Kira nuzzled into him and Stiles relaxed at the other omega's comfort. Erica leaned against the bar from the other side, grinning as she put a drink in front of Kira. Like them, Erica was an omega and bonding between omegas was always something that was deep, profound and important for the omegas. It was part of why Stiles loved to come here, because Kira was the only omega he knew back home and here, he had Erica too. But much like Kira, Erica had her perfect alpha, so between the two of them, Stiles tended to feel just as left behind. After all, Erica and Boyd were already married, were so happy together. Boyd was a bouncer at the club, big and quiet fella but oh, he looked at Erica like she was the moon and the stars and whenever she wasn't in the room, he would look just a little more distracted and grumpy, until she entered the room, like she was the sun rising and he always thought of her when she wasn't there. Stiles wanted that too, desperately.

"Here, sweetheart," Peter's voice drew him from his thoughts, pushing another book toward him. "I saw this at the bookstore and it made me think of you, the essay you were talking about."

Biting his lips to hide his grin, Stiles took the book and flipped through it. "You're ridiculous, Peter. Thank you, this is, like, perfect. Exactly what I was missing."

He didn't really get why the wolf would buy him books, but it always made Stiles giddy. According to most of Peter's Betas, Peter was a generous Alpha and filthy rich, as Erica had told him. The Hales were old money and Peter had bought this club for himself for fun. So spending money wasn't a big issue for Peter and he seemed to like doing it for the people he cared about.

"He didn't 'see it'," Malia corrected as she grabbed her dad's drink to finish it. "He drove like five hours to another town to buy it because that bookstore had it."

"Malia," Peter growled, looking mildly embarrassed before turning to Stiles. "I was in the town to see the local Alpha anyway and I thought I would just pick it up then."

"That is so thoughtful of you," Stiles grinned. "You really didn't have to."

Kira perched on the bar stool in front of Malia, leaning against her chest with a tired smile. She looked exhausted from all the dancing and Stiles considered that maybe they should drive back.

"I'm ti—ired," Kira announced, unsurprisingly. "Can we just stay over tonight? I don't wanna drive hours back to Beacon Hills. Ple—ease, Stiles?"

"You can stay with your girlfriend," Stiles offered a tight smile. "I can drive back alone."

"No—o," Kira reached out to grab his hand. "No, you can't drive alone! At night!"

"Also, you had three drinks, darling," Peter frowned at him in disapproval. "You're not driving. You'll stay over at our house tonight, I will not have you argue with me on that."

"Ba—abe," Erica called. "You might need to help us carry Stiles to our place, he is being stubborn!"

On cue, Boyd stepped up and offered Stiles a stern glare. This would not be the first time the wolves had kidnapped him to their place to crash in the guest room. Stiles sighed as he gave up. Just once, he would like to be taken home by an alpha who wanted him, instead of his friends pitying him.

"Come along, sweetheart," Peter wrapped a gentle arm around his waist to pull him up.

/break\

Stiles hadn't drunk anything tonight, because he was going to be responsible and drive them back home this time. He could not do another night at the Hales. Last time, he had seen Peter shirtless and the Alpha had kissed the top of Stiles' head. Probably just out of routine, because he'd scent-marked or kissed every member of the pack that had been in the kitchen for breakfast. Only that it was messing with Stiles' head, having the handsome alpha grasp him by the neck and kiss his temple had made him feel flustered and overwhelmed. He could not do that again.

"Hey there, pretty little thing," the alpha next to him said, voice slurred from too many drinks.

Stiles wrinkled his nose at the way the alcohol stench lingered on the alpha. "No, thanks."

He turned back to his non alcoholic drink and his conversation with Boyd. The bouncer was on a break and had joined Stiles at the bar, though Stiles knew that was less about talking to Stiles and more about staring heart-eyed at Erica while she was at work.

"Don't be like that," the alpha growled and reached out to wrap an arm around Stiles' waist.

The moment his hand made contact with Stiles' hip, Boyd grabbed it and squeezed so tight the alpha made a pained whimpering sound. Stiles blinked up at his friend.

"I think he said no, thanks," Boyd mentioned casually. "And you would be really stupid to pick on this one. Let it go while it's just me and a warning, buddy."

Huh? Stiles stared doe-eyed at Boyd at that, wondering what he meant. But after Boyd let go of the alpha's hand, the guy seemed mostly hurt in his pride and more determined. The hand landed on Stiles' ass, startlling him. If he wasn't so suprirsed, he'd be fast to just punch the guy.

"Did you not hear them both?" Erica asked with a deceptive smile. "Take your hand off the goods before his alpha sees and you'll lose that hand."

Aw, was Erica making up a fake boyfriend to save Stiles' dignity? How sweet. Stiles turned toward the stranger, deliberately stepping onto his foot, causing the alpha to cuss.

"You little bitch," he snarled and grabbed Stiles' arm tight.

Stiles couldn't suppress the pained noise he made, because werewolf strength could do damage on a human and this was definitely going to bruise. Boyd straightened up and stepped up to the man to intervene, but before he had a chance to, did Peter suddenly appear behind them. He grabbed the man's wrist until there was a disturbing crunching noise and then he twisted the man's arm behind his back and pinned him against the bar hard. A pathetic whimper escaped the alpha.

"Has nobody taught you that no means no?" Peter growled, his eyes glowing bright-red. "And then you dare touch him and now you're calling him names? Nobody talks to my omega like that."

Huh? Stiles' eyes widened and his cheeks darkened. What was happening here? Peter twisted the alpha's arm further, until it looked like his shoulder would pop out of the socket any moment.

"Peter!" Stiles yelped and grabbed Peter's arm. "You're going to cause serious damage. Let go."

"Why?" Peter's fangs were bared the way he had drawn his upper lip up. "He touched you."

"Because I don't need you arrested for assault," Stiles ran his hand down Peter's arm to sooth.

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Peter forced himself to let go of the man. "You will never step foot into my club again and you will never even look at my omega again, or I will break you. Boyd, would you be so kind and take out the trash while I tend to Stiles?"

Boyd grunted a confirmation and grabbed the man by the arm to haul him out of the club. Stiles was still trying to figure out why Peter kept referring to him as Peter's omega. Despite the fangs, claws and red eyes, Peter's touch was gentle as he cupped Stiles' face and ran his hands over him.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? Did he hurt you? You made a noise earlier that drew my attent-"

Stiles shook Peter's hands off and frowned at him. "I'm fine! It really wasn't that big of a deal, Guardwolf. Can we circle back to the part where you kept calling me your omega?"

That gave Peter pause, the wolf looking at him in confusion. "I… apologize if that was too caveman of me, but my wolf is quite possessive and though we haven't sealed the matebond yet, I can't help but consider you mine. I'll… do better in the future, if that makes you uncomfortable, darling."

"Right, no, it's actually really hot, didn't expect to be into that kinda thing, but I mean why do you think of me as your omega? What am I missing here…?"

"I told you that you should have spelled it out for him, Alpha," Erica snorted. "He's human."

"Thank you, pup," Peter narrowed his eyes at her and then rested a hand on Stiles' lower back to guide him toward the staircase leading up to the pack's loft. "Let's talk in private, sweetheart."

Stiles sat down on the couch in the living room with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Peter managed to look both sheepish and exasperated at the same time as he sat down in front of him.

"I…" Peter looked a little lost. "Honestly, I don't know how to have this conversation? I am courting you, I have been courting you for the past month and a half now. I thought you knew. I keep buying you expensive books and most of the time, I can convince you to keep them. I thought your objection was about the price of them, not that… you didn't know they were courting gifts. Every night that you are at my club, I am with you. We dance, we drink, you haven't paid for a single drink at my club in two months, darling. I keep calling you darling and sweetheart."

"Okay," Stiles nodded slowly. "Y… You still could have said it though! With words! You haven't kissed me yet, you haven't asked me out on a date! You weren't being that obvious."

"I was being traditional," Peter argued. "Courting first, before kissing and unchaperoned dates."

Stiles made a soft noise and grabbed Peter by the collar to pull him into a kiss. "Screw tradition."

So he had managed to land the hottest alpha in the club without even realizing it.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Remember "Their Little Red"? This is how I originally wanted them to get together in that story, before it... ya know... *motions like a tired author* ran away from me. So I created this file to write it as a separate, short oneshot. Glad I finally got around to it. And that it actually cooperated and stayed short

ALSO I am sad to say that this will be the last Friday Ficlet for now, because work's been busier and I have less writing time so since this was ever only born from the fact that winter is a slow season work-wise and I HAD the additional time, I'm cutting the series. Maybe I'll pick it up again in the next down season but for now, we're back to only three regular post dates a week ;)