#wyib

this one fits into this ‘verse!

The station was quiet. It was often quiet, these nights. John knew it was most likely because something bigger was coming, something that his son only knew so much about. The thought terrified him. His son had already been through so much pain, too much pain, for a boy. There was an entire world out there that terrified him, because his badge and his gun meant nothing against werewolves and lizard people.

He sighed, dropping his head to his chest. There was nothing he could do about it, and he had long ago learned not to fret over what he couldn't change. He still worried, because he would always worry about his little boy, but he knew that Stiles was getting better, stronger. John could see it every day, and it amazed him to no end, his son’s resilience.

The coffee in his mug was stale. Reheated more than once, now. He stood from his chair and was contemplating whether he should heat it up again or just go buy one when the door to his office swung open—no knock, no announcement, just Peter Hale in a shirt that stretched over his chest and his arm in a colour that made his eyes look a brighter blue than they already were.

John noticed his appearance, of course he did, but he also noticed the tight line of Peter’s shoulders and the way his hands were curled into fists. John’s heart rate rocketed up with worry, his brows drawing down as he thought of every single thing that may have gone wrong during the few hours he’d been at work.

“Is everything okay?” John asked, a note of worry when he thought of all the things he knew about the Alpha pack and all the ways they weren’t ready for a threat like that.

“Yes. Everything is. Everything is fine,” Peter’s voice was just as tense as his body, his words clipped and short. The other man growled, the noise bled through with so much frustration that John felt it, before he took an aborted step forward. “I would like to have dinner with you. In a romantic sense.”

John blinked. Then blinked again when he realized Peter had asked him out. A slow smile curled his lips upwards, and his heart sped up even faster for a different reason. He knew, from the first day Peter had shown up for his son, that they were going to end up here. His mind played back every single moment between the two, recent and those form a simpler time, when John was young and married and Peter was so pretty, getting into trouble just to flirt with him.

It was so easy to say yes.

Peter darted forward, pressing their lips together so fast that John barely felt it. He was still in John’s space when he said, “I’m sorry, are you sure—” and John cut him off with another kiss. He pushed away all the reasons that he shouldn’t be doing this—namely his son and the wedding ring he still wore despite the years that had passed—and he pressed even closer, enjoyed the hard plane of Peter’s body pressing against his own. Enjoyed more the way he smelt and the way he was cupping John’s face as he kissed him back, every bit as desperate as John was kissing him.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oh, oh fuck. God. I—I don’t even know. God. OKAY, hm. 

well, before I answer that, a little thing about Stalion! I am going to be running a Stalion Appreciation Week from June 17 - June 23! Which means, more Stalion content (written by, at the very least, me, but i hope other people participate too (look out for more posts about that SOON)).

now, for my favourite line of dialogue…. “Yeah Dad, I’m the Alpha .” 

This is a line said in Chapter 3, by Stiles, to his dad after spending the night with John and Peter, who are together. I adore the soft, teasing atmosphere of the whole scene, and I love the little family they built together.  It always just makes me smile!