Sheriff Stilinski

Peter rolled his eyes. It was quite obvious where Stiles got his stubbornness from. Only that Stiles knew what and who he was dealing with by now. John Stilinski on the other hand was beautifully naive and ignorant. Peter had seen a few people who had gotten turned at his age. If anyone thought reigning in Erica had been hard, they hadn’t seen a forty-something guy turn for the first time. Teenage wolfs could be hormonal but someone who had lived almost half a decade as a human? Almost impossible to get their wolf under control.

“I’ll be fine, thank you.” John rolled his eyes, shaking his head. With a last look back and a growl, he walked away. He was still grunting to himself, angry and annoyed the werewolf thought he was so much better than everybody else. He wasn’t. They all did the best they could and Peter hadn’t been much of a help to anybody in ..ever. He shook his head to himself and returned to the station after picking up some lunch to eat when there. He was starving, somehow. 

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The fight leaves him in an instant, a flood of regret and sense of defeat heavy in his chest. “Dad,” stiles rasps, not bothering to fight the tears that roll down his cheeks or the sobs that wrack his body. The nightmares are all too familiar yet they always feel so real. Fingers ghosting along the handle of a knife before gripping the leather and twisting, unable to control the anger, the need to smell the blood staining fabric and dripping to the floor. Watching the light fade from Scott’s eyes, then his dad’s, Malia’s, Lydia’s. The faces change, but it’s always Stiles, killing the ones he loves most in the world. ENJOYING their death. It’s not the nogitsune in control this time. It’s Stiles. It’s all Stiles. “I’m sorry.”

"Shhhhh--" There wasn't much more John could do in nights like these. He could hold his son, he could remind and tell him he was home and he was safe and that he was going to protect him with his life, but in the end he couldn't fight Stiles' nightmares. Only Stiles could and with the way things were going, his son was losing that fight. He wasn't going to give up now, not yet. "It's alright Stiles. You're safe, we're safe. Everybody's safe." He held him close, scared he would hurt himself if he got free now and also to prove he wasn't alone in this.

“And what makes you think you could make sure I’d stay dead, Sheriff?” Peter’s lips twisted into a cruel, cold smirk. The guy had some nerves, threatening him. He could take John Stilinski one on one in a heartbeat. Speaking of heartbeats though. Maybe it would be fun to see how much Stiles’s dad was really in control. Peter definitely wasn’t scared of him, so he kept pushing.

"Even you will die and stay dead at some point. I'm patient." And with how things were currently going, he was going to have the extra years to wait if necessary, too. A little grin found its way onto his face at that, subtly curving his lips upwards. "I can still lock you up." That's right. If you can't kill it, lock it up. Eichen House was perfect and if he claimed Peter was a threat, then it'd be just fine.