#peterhalefluff

After a few hours of listening to the pack discuss the current problems you headed up to your room, planning on getting some of the paper work you’d brought home from the sheriff’s station. Thick arms wrapped around your waist and you sunk back into the familiar chest.

 “You should work less.” Peter muttered as he kissed the top of your head.

“I can’t, if I work hard it puts less stress on Dad.” You mumbled as he kissed down your neck.

“At least let me help you relax a little while the pups are distracted.” Peter muttered again.

His hands tangled in your hair as he lent down and kissed you, pulling away as you turned your chair and stood, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him again. It didn’t take long for you both to stumble backwards to your bed, the kiss becoming heated, your hands trailing Peter’s pecks and back over his neck.

“Hey (Y/N) …. What the hell Peter!” Stiles yelled as he burst into your room.

You tried not to giggle at the sight of the flushed and rumpled ex- Alpha looking down on your brother who was squaring his shoulders and glaring at Peter. Your eyes travelled to the door where the pack had gathered, gawking between you and Peter, no one saying anything. 

“Why… what… when… you!” Stiles spluttered as he hopped between you and Peter stopping you from getting to the slowly angering Werewolf.

“Stiles, think before you speak and move.” You sighed, ruffling his hair as you stepped around him and rubbed Peter’s chest to stop a low growl that was making the other wolves nervous.

“You're his anchor!” Stiles yelled as he waved his hands around.

“Stiles it’s not a big deal.” You said quickly.

 “Yeah, yeah not a big deal… except it’s Peter freaking Hale.” Stiles hissed. You wrapped your brother in a tight hug when he began to hyperventilate, smiling when he gripped onto you, knowing full well he was glaring at Peter over your shoulder.

“It’s ok Stiles you don’t need to worry.” You mumbled in your brother’s ear.

“Fine… but if he hurts you I’m going to get Chris to hunt him down and bury him under wolves-bane plants.” Stiles grumbled.

“Your little brother is always delightful.” Peter huffed a little jealousy.

“Ok, I know this is going to take some talking out but I’m his anchor and he’s my baby brother so, you both play nice or I’ll make both of you very unhappy.” You threatened with a stern look.

“Fine.” Peter and Stiles snapped at the same time.

Your father had followed you to Beacon Hills, his Alpha pack following behind him. You’d found a nice house not too far from Scott’s, you met when he and Stiles helped you move in, and soon got pulled into the pack’s problems. You growled under your breath as a hard knocking on the door forced you to stand from your curled up spot on the sofa and rip the door open.

You were surprised to see Peter smirking at you. Of all the people to come and find you, you hadn’t expected Peter, you reluctantly let him in and invited him to sit on the small sofa in the living room.

“What do you want, Peter.” You snapped when he did nothing more than watch you carefully.

“I want you to answer some questions.” He’s voice was soft as you sat down next to him and he shifted to give you more space. “Why are you not a wolf?” He asked abruptly. You sighed not really wanting to go into your past but Peter was the only pack member who was talking to you.

 “My mother was a witch, I’m human but on full moons I have some abilities.” You looked down at your hands, feeling ashamed of your heritage.

“Show me, there’s a full moon tomorrow so the pack will be distracted.” When you looked up he smiled and stood, seeming to be genuinely curious about what you’d said.

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 Peter returned the next night, the pack was still refusing to talk to you so when you pulled him into your house he wasn’t surprised.

“So let’s see these abilities.” Peter said as you returned from the kitchen, handing him a drink.

Reluctantly you stood in the centre of the living room and closed your eyes, concentrating on a spot on the wall behind Peter. When your eyes opened he gasped and took several steps towards you, he gripped your chin and forced you to look him dead in the eye.

“My father used to use me to trick other Werewolves… I was kept a secret until now and I suppose Kali only did it to cause a rift in the pack.” You jumped a little as a large thumb swiped across your cheek bone as tears trickled down your cheeks.

 “Sweetheart, I’m going to need more than colour changing eyes and tears because you aren’t making any sense.” He stepped away from you and watched as you took a deep breath and sighed.

“My powers… on a full moon I can control wolves, not very well but enough for.” You stopped talking not wanting to think about it anymore.

“Enough for him to slaughter packs of werewolves and control Alphas.” Peter finished for you, seeing he was right when you nodded slightly.

“I just wanted him to go away and stop using me to get his way.” You flopped down on the sofa and sighed.

“Well then, let’s devise an evil plan… or well go tell the rest of the pack the truth, you can help them over throw your father.” He seemed to change his mind when you raised your eyebrow and fixed him with a hard look.

“They won’t listen.” You grumbled. Peter sighed, sitting next to you and putting an arm around the back of the sofa.

“Derek… hey, wolfie you in here?” You called out. You froze and looked to your left where someone was stood with their back to you as they gazed out of the window. How you’d missed them you weren’t sure but it seemed to amuse them judging by the slight smirk they had plastered on their face face.

“Well hello there Kitten, what are you doing here?” The man asked. You glanced around looking for Derek who didn’t seem to be anywhere in the building.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, making him chuckle when you narrowed your eyes.

“I live here, now be a good Kitten and tell me what a little human like you want’s with my Nephew.” His face remained soft with a smirk playing with the edge of his lips, but his eyes darkened as if he was assessing you.

“He said he had found something he could use to help me.” You said quietly as he stepped away from the window and towards you.

“Well Kitten maybe I can help you instead.” His raised an eyebrow. You knew he could hear your heartbeat picking up, it wasn’t like there wasn’t a reason to be terrified of the large werewolf advancing on you.

“I think I have to leave.” You almost squeaked and hurried out of the penthouse, his chuckle followed you out of the room.