Teen Wolf Imagines

My Canvas Pt4

He was happier than he could've ever remembered being.

The sun shone brighter, the usually polluted air smelled strangley fresh.

And his thoughts were quiet. As if realizing constant commotion was no longer detrimental to the psychotic's way of life.

Peter Hale felt at peace. Because Peter Hale was in love.

The werewolf walked down the stairs, a small (and genuine) smile playing on his swollen lips.

His hair was ruffled, pink cheeks imprinted with the markings of his pillow.

Isaac raised his eyebrow as he ate his breakfast. Derek choked on his water.

"Morning nephew mine, pup," he ignored their behavior.

"What did you just call me?" Only you called Isaac that.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "It's a cute nickname."

He turned around, smile still on his face, as he began to assemble breakfast.

A light hum radiated from the werewolf, and Isaac turned questioningly to Derek.

Derek smiled, a teary, but happy smile. This man. This was his childhood best friend. This was his brother. A man Derek thought died alongside the rest of their family.

He slightly shook his head at Isaac, who decided to drop the subject and continue with his cereal.

"So," Derek started, raising a bushy brow.

"Must've been good."

"And how would you know that, nephew dear?" he snorted.

"You can barely walk properly."

Derek half expected his uncle to snap, or tease or close off. But instead, he laughed, nodding his head.

"I don't usually say this, but... Thank you. Derek. For everything. For her,"

"While I'm grateful you still have your manners, you should be thanking Lydia. And Allison. They set it up," he laughed .

"Set what up?" Both their  gazes turned to Isaac.

"Is there something happening that I dont know about?"

"Noooo puppy. Nothing at all, sweetie. You're doing great," you yawned from the top of the staircase.

Peter's eyes immediately dilated at the sight of you in his top, smiling even wider now, he made his way to where you were standing.

"How's my little kitten doing?"

His nickname made you blush.

"Sore. Though I'd couldn't imagine why."
You pouted, making your way down the stairs so you could wrap your arms around his neck, his hands at your bruised hips.

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I don't rember you complaining," he pecked your lips, which slowly turned into a mischievous smile.

A clank from behind you brought both your gazes to Isaac, who stood there looking as if he'd just been slapped.

"Wha-uh-so-a-youuu???!?"

You and Peter exchanged nonchalant glances.

"YOUUUUU!?"

Peter sighed in annoyance.and you thought you saw a flash of disappointment, but decided to bring it up later.

"Yes Isaac, me."

"How does someone like you get someone like her??"

Part of the reason Peter never made the first move was because he felt that exact way. You were too good for him. And he could never satisfy all your needs.

"Isaac Lahey one more word out of your stupid mouth and im going to make sure you never open it again," you growled.

It took you about an hour to convince Peter that this was a good decision. You were not having anyone, including himself, backtracking him on that.

You grabbed his face in both hands and squeezed his cheeks.

" I looove you, " you cooed, and kissed him on the nose before skipping down the last few steps.

You about to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate before Derek scoffed.

"What?"

"Take a shower. You reek of sex."

You smacked him on the chest, but listened anyway, dragging Peter along with you.

"OH no, im not sitting here for that," Isaac said with his mouth full of cereal.

"You already sat here for a whole hour before we came downstairs, idiot," you sang.

The look on Isaac's face made Derek laugh. "Just leave them. They're happy."

"Do they have to be happy here though?"

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