Don't Fuck With Perfection

Name's Peter. I'm the alpha. Don't fucking question it. [[Indie Teen Wolf RP blog. I'm not Ian Bohen.]]

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Take me to bed now or loose me forever."

"Don’t mind if I do," he said in a seductive purr. He looped an arm around Isaac’s middle and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him down te hall to the master bedroom.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter laughed breathlessly. “You can say that again,” he ground out.

[isaacicametowinlahey-deactivate]

Isaac chuckled as well and closed his eyes, basking in the after glow of his orgasm. “Mm we should do that again sometime.” He chuckled again and tried to catch his breath.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Whenever you want," he murmured against Isaac's jaw. "You know how to find me. Assuming I'm not dead or dying, I'll always be ready for you." And damn straight he would be. Their coupling had been unexpectedly mindblowing.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Take me to bed now or loose me forever."

"Don’t mind if I do," he said in a seductive purr. He looped an arm around Isaac’s middle and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him down te hall to the master bedroom.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter let out a sound that was equal parts moan, snarl, and happy crow, hips stuttering and forcing him harder, deeper into the teen. “Good boy,” he praised in an entirely wrecked voice. “You don’t get to cum till I do.”

[isaacicametowinlahey-deactivate]

Isaac let out what sounded like a cross between a whine and a moan. Isaac whimpered as he felt the other go harder and deeper, holding onto the headboard so he wouldn’t touch himself. “Yes master… fuck so close…”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

A shiver skittered down Peter’s spine at the abject submission Isaac was displaying, both physically and verbally. It sent him flying over the edge, shattering him to pieces that filled in every space surrounding him. Every muscle seized, and his teeth ground together, a feral noise leaking past them.

[isaacicametowinlahey-deactivate]

Isaac gasped as he felt Peter cum inside him. He moaned and hs came as well when Peter was riding out his orgasm. He panted and shook from the intensity, having felt nothing like it. “I… wow…” Isaac murmured and fell back against the bed.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter laughed breathlessly. "You can say that again," he ground out.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

Hey little girl.

"Hi daddy, it’s been a while" Adelaide smiled shyly as she looked up at him.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

  "Now you’re just showing off" she sighed into the bottle. "Maybe I should just throw myself to the hunters now and get it over with."

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Don’t you dare," he snapped. "Don’t even joke about that. If you die, part of me dies with you. If you thought my killing spree after my burn recovery was bad, that’s nothing compared to what would happen if you died. Or if any of you kids died, but you get the point I’m making."

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

"There is no point in killing for me, I’m an omega, and one that was too weak for my own family to take into his pack. . I came to my family for protection and they turned me away…what reason do I have to live?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Because you’re my daughter, and it would tear me up to see you dead," he said, reaching out to hug her. He may not have been a good person, or even a good father, but he did love his children.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

"That means nothing… if I hadn’t of found you, I still wouldn’t know you were even alive’ Adelaide pulled away, hot tears of rage filling her green eyes "I needed my daddy, and you were off on a killing spree!"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"I thought you were dead," he snapped back. He took a deep, steadying breath. "I thought you were all dead. From the day of the fire, I was in a medically-induced coma, the trauma of the burns and the shock of loss keeping my healing ability from kicking me in. Nobody visited, so I didn’t know anyone hd survived, until last year, when Laura came back from New fucking York to sign papers to have me removed from life support. I woke up when I heard her voice, and I lost my fucking mind. I wasn’t myself for a long time, Adi. So don’t give me that."

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

"I came to see you everyday! I sat by your side, spoke to you, held your hand!" Adelaide snapped back as she jumped up off the couch. "I never would have let her sign those papers, and as your closest living relative she would have to of had my permission. . ‘ 

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"There were no logs of your visits," he snapped, getting frustrated and confused. "No evidence of anyone for years! And then, all of a sudden, Laura!" He was pacing now, too, aggravation and confusion translating to kinetic energy.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He jumped when she stopped him, but leaned in to kiss her softly when requested. “Of course,” he murmured, blue-grey eyes twinkling. He made call after call, and eventually people started showing up.

[macysandmolotovcocktails-deacti]

Lydia reached up, wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck and pulling him in for a firm kiss before she let him go. By the time he had finished speaking to Derek, she was already asleep, preparing herself for the soon to be filled hospital room.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Lydia and Talia were both still very much asleep when the first visitors arrived, some half hour later. Peter kept them quietly entertained for a while before he went to gentle rouse Lydia.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Magic sucked. Peter had always known this, but this, this was a glaring example. He’d pissed off some unexpected supernatural something-or-other - he still wasn’t too clear on the details - and suddenly, he was six years old. And as if that weren’t bad enough, he…

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He happened to be in the middle of puking his guts up when Celine called for him, so he just whimpered and gagged again. Hell. He was in hell. He had died, and this was his punishment for killing all those people. Ugh.

[walkinggatorbait]

Celine turned and quickly made her way to the bathroom when she heard whimpering. “Hey,” She said softly and made her way over to Peter, although she was slightly surprised about his current condition. Celine softly rubbed small circles in his back to comfort him and placed her other hand on his forehead. “You’re burnin’ up, Darlin’.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Tell me something I don’t know," he whimpered between spasms. He was nearly to the point of dry heaves, water and stomach acid all that was coming up by then. He didn’t dare dwell too long on the rest of his body, perfectly aware that the intensity of this retching could very well mean he’d shit his pants, too. Hell. Definitely hell.

[walkinggatorbait]

"Don’t worry," Celine said softly and nuzzled into Peter to try and offer some comfort. "I’ll take care of you." She slowly ran her fingertips down his spine, using some of her magic the soothe him. Celine knew that it wouldn’t last forever, but at least she could make his heaving go away for a few hours. "There," She smiled softly and pulled her fingers away. "Better?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

His body gave a few last heaves, and then the coolness of Celine’s magic filled him up, and the muscles stilled. He was sore, and there were black spots dancing before his eyes from a headache that had developed at some point. “Thank you,” he whispered, his tiny voice thick and hoarse. “C’n I have some water?”

[walkinggatorbait]

"Of course you can, Sweetie." Celine said standing up and scooping Peter up in her arms. "Let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable." She smiled softly and kissed his forehead as she carried him out into the kitchen get get some water. Setting him down on the edge of the counter, Celine wiped his face off with her sleeve before handing him a cup of water.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter drank gratefully, trying not to let himself be too greedy and take too big of gulps. He was still feverish and shaky, and now he was ten kinds of sore, but at least his guts weren’t roiling uncomfortably. He’d need a change of clothes, though, and certainly a shower.

[walkinggatorbait]

Celine watched Peter drink and ran her thumb over his forehead. He was still burning up and drenched in a cold sweat. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. Celine felt terrible for Peter and wished there was more she could do. “Let’s get you washed up and in comfy clothes. Then we can snuggle on the couch and watch movies.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

The boy nodded miserably, exhaustion creeping in now that he wasn’t heaving. “Cartoons?” he asked, voice small and airy. He babrely had the energy to move his jaw after everything else.

[walkinggatorbait]

"Always cartoons." She grinned and scooped Peter up off of the counter, pressing another kiss to his face as she carried him back to the bathroom. Carefully setting him down, Celine looked around. Did they even have kids clothes. She shrugged after a moment, if not she could just make some appear.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter was all lethargy and uncooperativeness. He didn't help her at all. He just sort of watched her emptily, waiting for something like comfort to happen to him.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter chuckled. This sense of humor was one of the reasons he loved her so much. “So Derek, Cora, your family, then everyone else, right?” he clarified. He was already dialing his nephew, but he wanted to be sure.

[macysandmolotovcocktails-deacti]

Lydia ticked off the people on the checklist in her mind and nodded finally, “Yeah oh - wait!” she stopped him, obviously startling him. “I want a kiss first” she fluttered her eyelashes up at him, “And then you may call everyone.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He jumped when she stopped him, but leaned in to kiss her softly when requested. "Of course," he murmured, blue-grey eyes twinkling. He made call after call, and eventually people started showing up.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Magic sucked. Peter had always known this, but this, this was a glaring example. He’d pissed off some unexpected supernatural something-or-other - he still wasn’t too clear on the details - and suddenly, he was six years old. And as if that weren’t bad enough, he…

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He happened to be in the middle of puking his guts up when Celine called for him, so he just whimpered and gagged again. Hell. He was in hell. He had died, and this was his punishment for killing all those people. Ugh.

[walkinggatorbait]

Celine turned and quickly made her way to the bathroom when she heard whimpering. “Hey,” She said softly and made her way over to Peter, although she was slightly surprised about his current condition. Celine softly rubbed small circles in his back to comfort him and placed her other hand on his forehead. “You’re burnin’ up, Darlin’.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Tell me something I don’t know," he whimpered between spasms. He was nearly to the point of dry heaves, water and stomach acid all that was coming up by then. He didn’t dare dwell too long on the rest of his body, perfectly aware that the intensity of this retching could very well mean he’d shit his pants, too. Hell. Definitely hell.

[walkinggatorbait]

"Don’t worry," Celine said softly and nuzzled into Peter to try and offer some comfort. "I’ll take care of you." She slowly ran her fingertips down his spine, using some of her magic the soothe him. Celine knew that it wouldn’t last forever, but at least she could make his heaving go away for a few hours. "There," She smiled softly and pulled her fingers away. "Better?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

His body gave a few last heaves, and then the coolness of Celine’s magic filled him up, and the muscles stilled. He was sore, and there were black spots dancing before his eyes from a headache that had developed at some point. “Thank you,” he whispered, his tiny voice thick and hoarse. “C’n I have some water?”

[walkinggatorbait]

"Of course you can, Sweetie." Celine said standing up and scooping Peter up in her arms. "Let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable." She smiled softly and kissed his forehead as she carried him out into the kitchen get get some water. Setting him down on the edge of the counter, Celine wiped his face off with her sleeve before handing him a cup of water.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter drank gratefully, trying not to let himself be too greedy and take too big of gulps. He was still feverish and shaky, and now he was ten kinds of sore, but at least his guts weren’t roiling uncomfortably. He’d need a change of clothes, though, and certainly a shower.

[walkinggatorbait]

Celine watched Peter drink and ran her thumb over his forehead. He was still burning up and drenched in a cold sweat. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. Celine felt terrible for Peter and wished there was more she could do. “Let’s get you washed up and in comfy clothes. Then we can snuggle on the couch and watch movies.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

The boy nodded miserably, exhaustion creeping in now that he wasn't heaving. "Cartoons?" he asked, voice small and airy. He babrely had the energy to move his jaw after everything else.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

[peterpsychowolfhale]

The boy whimpered pitifully and rolled to vomit over the edge of the table. The cool metal felt good against his hands, but it made his shivering worse. He barely managed to lift his head when Deaton came into the exam room. He probably looked at least as miserable as...

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"It's powerful magic," Deaton said, launching into a lengthy explanation of black magic and whatnot. "It explains both the illness and the fact that he appears to be around 5 to 7 years old." Peter groaned pitfully, reduced to dry heaves by the time Deaton wrapped up his monologue.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"I give it an hour before you start calling your girlfriends," he teased. "But I see your point. I’ll start with Derek. Are you going to be okay if everyone comes to see you?"

[macysandmolotovcocktails-deacti]

Lydia narrowed her eyes playfully, “Hey - for all you know I’ve already texted them all” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “No” the woman clarified, “We call family first, then girlfriends, and yes I’ll be fine.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter chuckled. This sense of humor was one of the reasons he loved her so much. "So Derek, Cora, your family, then everyone else, right?" he clarified. He was already dialing his nephew, but he wanted to be sure.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter was in misery, but wasn’t about to fall. He hooked his weak little fingers into the sleeves and held on for all he was worth, which wasn’t much at the moment. He managed, barely, not puke all over her while she was running, but he had to clamp his eyes shut so...

[peterpsychowolfhale]

The boy whimpered pitifully and rolled to vomit over the edge of the table. The cool metal felt good against his hands, but it made his shivering worse. He barely managed to lift his head when Deaton came into the exam room. He probably looked at least as miserable as he felt.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"The cutest," he said, smiling at her. Talia yawned when she was settled again, her face elastic in its newness. "The monkey hat is a nice touch." He brought their daughter back over to her so Lydia could see.

[macysandmolotovcocktails-deacti]

Lydia looked over at her mate and daughter, laughing as Peter returned the infant to her. “I guess we have to start calling people … telling them she’s here?” she frowned, “I kind of want to keep her to myself” but she wouldn’t, of course.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"I give it an hour before you start calling your girlfriends," he teased. "But I see your point. I'll start with Derek. Are you going to be okay if everyone comes to see you?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He puked over the edge of the bed two or three more times while she was up, some of it getting on the edge of the bed and the side of the blanket, though his aim was improving. He groaned miserably between spasms, sweating profusely.

[littlebrokensurvivor]

Taking the towel, she wiped the...

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter was in misery, but wasn't about to fall. He hooked his weak little fingers into the sleeves and held on for all he was worth, which wasn't much at the moment. He managed, barely, not puke all over her while she was running, but he had to clamp his eyes shut so tightly he saw stars.

[vanellope-von-schweetzinator-de]

Reblog if your mun is a girl.

[winchesterssavedtheworld-blog]

She’s a girl?!

[peterpsychowolfhale]

✯ It can be an AU :3

11. Hogwarts AU (my muse is a Hufflepuff)

Peter was perhaps the grumpiest Hufflepuff in the history of Hogwarts. He was known for his irritability and quickness to anger over the smallest things. It was just a front, however. He did it to protect himself. He’d been hurt in the past, and wasn’t too keen on it happening again. His ill temper was perhaps the worst at the full moon, largely due to the itchy skin feeling of a suppressed shift.

//I feel like this is so bad… :c//

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

  "Are you okay now, my mate?" Adelaide asked as she continued to run her fingers softly through his hair. Her lips softly pressed to his once more. "Let’s go inside and we can curl up by the fire, you can freshen your scent marks and I can catch up on my reading."

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He nodded silently and let her lead him back to the castle. He watched her dark hair sway, where it fell across the back of her robes, almost hypnotic in its slithery motion. She could have been in any of the Houses; she possessed strong traits for all of them. Hufflepuff was lucky to have her. He sometimes felt that, if he weren’t around to make things awkward, she’d be the most popular girl at Hogwarts. But people tended to avoid her, because he was never more than a few steps away from her, and he felt bad for it. Shhe told him that she didn’t need anyone else, but he could taste the lie on her lips. He was thankful for the one friend she did have, Amere the blind girl who seemed to think Peter was nothing but a harmless little puppydog, even on his worst days. He wondered if Amere would feel the same way if she could see him when he was feeling murderous.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

Adelaide stayed quiet. . something was bothering her twin and she knew it. . he was always bad about masking his emotions, expiceally around her. They shared a bond of more then twins, they were mates, she felt his emotions and he, hers. She knew he felt like he was holding her back, and maybe it was true. . but she loved him, she would always stand by him and to hell with everyone else. Once back at the dorms, she slipped her hand out of his. . she hated it, but no one could know of their relationship. 

[peterpsychowolfhale]

The dorm setting made Peter automatically shut down, mentally curling into himself and putting up a wall. He glared at anyone who met his eye and went to flop into one of the big two-person armchairs by the fire. He flung his wand out, nonverbally casting a slew of privacy spells they'd both long since memorized around himself, keyed to let only Adi in.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

Hey little girl.

"Hi daddy, it’s been a while" Adelaide smiled shyly as she looked up at him.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

  "Now you’re just showing off" she sighed into the bottle. "Maybe I should just throw myself to the hunters now and get it over with."

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Don’t you dare," he snapped. "Don’t even joke about that. If you die, part of me dies with you. If you thought my killing spree after my burn recovery was bad, that’s nothing compared to what would happen if you died. Or if any of you kids died, but you get the point I’m making."

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

"There is no point in killing for me, I’m an omega, and one that was too weak for my own family to take into his pack. . I came to my family for protection and they turned me away…what reason do I have to live?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Because you’re my daughter, and it would tear me up to see you dead," he said, reaching out to hug her. He may not have been a good person, or even a good father, but he did love his children.

[rxdmoonchild-blog]

"That means nothing… if I hadn’t of found you, I still wouldn’t know you were even alive’ Adelaide pulled away, hot tears of rage filling her green eyes "I needed my daddy, and you were off on a killing spree!"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"I thought you were dead," he snapped back. He took a deep, steadying breath. "I thought you were all dead. From the day of the fire, I was in a medically-induced coma, the trauma of the burns and the shock of loss keeping my healing ability from kicking me in. Nobody visited, so I didn't know anyone hd survived, until last year, when Laura came back from New fucking York to sign papers to have me removed from life support. I woke up when I heard her voice, and I lost my fucking mind. I wasn't myself for a long time, Adi. So don't give me that."

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Magic sucked. Peter had always known this, but this, this was a glaring example. He’d pissed off some unexpected supernatural something-or-other - he still wasn’t too clear on the details - and suddenly, he was six years old. And as if that weren’t bad enough, he…

[peterpsychowolfhale]

He happened to be in the middle of puking his guts up when Celine called for him, so he just whimpered and gagged again. Hell. He was in hell. He had died, and this was his punishment for killing all those people. Ugh.

[walkinggatorbait]

Celine turned and quickly made her way to the bathroom when she heard whimpering. “Hey,” She said softly and made her way over to Peter, although she was slightly surprised about his current condition. Celine softly rubbed small circles in his back to comfort him and placed her other hand on his forehead. “You’re burnin’ up, Darlin’.”

[peterpsychowolfhale]

"Tell me something I don’t know," he whimpered between spasms. He was nearly to the point of dry heaves, water and stomach acid all that was coming up by then. He didn’t dare dwell too long on the rest of his body, perfectly aware that the intensity of this retching could very well mean he’d shit his pants, too. Hell. Definitely hell.

[walkinggatorbait]

"Don’t worry," Celine said softly and nuzzled into Peter to try and offer some comfort. "I’ll take care of you." She slowly ran her fingertips down his spine, using some of her magic the soothe him. Celine knew that it wouldn’t last forever, but at least she could make his heaving go away for a few hours. "There," She smiled softly and pulled her fingers away. "Better?"

[peterpsychowolfhale]

His body gave a few last heaves, and then the coolness of Celine’s magic filled him up, and the muscles stilled. He was sore, and there were black spots dancing before his eyes from a headache that had developed at some point. “Thank you,” he whispered, his tiny voice thick and hoarse. “C’n I have some water?”

[walkinggatorbait]

"Of course you can, Sweetie." Celine said standing up and scooping Peter up in her arms. "Let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable." She smiled softly and kissed his forehead as she carried him out into the kitchen get get some water. Setting him down on the edge of the counter, Celine wiped his face off with her sleeve before handing him a cup of water.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter drank gratefully, trying not to let himself be too greedy and take too big of gulps. He was still feverish and shaky, and now he was ten kinds of sore, but at least his guts weren't roiling uncomfortably. He'd need a change of clothes, though, and certainly a shower.

[wolfytriad]

Peter sniffed at the boy, having nearly run him down on his way to the ice cream truck for his guilty pleasure Big Stick popsicle. "Who're you?"

Max cautiously sniffed back after settling himself back into balance. He narrowed his eyes, “Max…Who’re you?”

[wolfytriad]

Max jumped slightly, looking at Scott. He was normally quite nervous when dealing with other wolves, but a whole pack really messed with his instincts. He was torn between just running or just preparing to fight. He kept his focus on the Alpha, watching his movement.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

Peter placed a steadying hand on Max’s shoulder, keeping the boy rooted to the spot while Scott introduced himself and his packmates. He didn’t call himself alpha, didn’t even flash red at him and try to force domination on him. He just asked simple questions in a light tone that made Peter gag and seriously question his decision to stay with the pack. If he kept rolling his eyes like this, he was going to need some kind of corrective surgery to make them point forwards again.

[wolfytriad]

Max answered each question, speaking as truthfully as he could, the hand on his shoulder grounding him from the instincts that warred in his head. He could sense that Peter was not enjoying the Alpha’s strange friendliness, but he didn’t react in anyway other than to respond to the Alpha.

[peterpsychowolfhale]

When Scott ws finally done asking stupid, inane questions, Peter pulled his hand back and wandered into the kitchen. If he had to be here, at least he was going to have something to eat. Scott's mom was a damn good cook, and there was almost always something in the fridge.