Teen Wolf Imagines

Lush Life (Peter Hale)

Disclaimer : the idea itself is not mine, it was inspired by a fic I read once and can never find again because the tumblr algorithm sucks

Inspired by Lush Life by Zara Larsson

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"Live the lavish life with me, sweetheart. Let me buy you fancy clothes, let me shower you in gifts. Take you fancy places,travel the world. Live a life of luxury by my side."

You were shocked. You and him had become good friends over the course of the last few weeks.

And you'd be lying if you said you hadn't felt some connection.

But this was him making a move.
And what were you to make of it?

"Okay."

****

4 weeks since your response. And the best 4 weeks of your life.

You and him traveled all over, making your first trip to Greece.

He took you everywhere, the two of ate foods you couldn't even pronounce, he bought you clothes you'd never look at twice had you saw the price tag yourself.

He always booked the best hotels. The two of you would spend the days eating, laughing and joking and the nights relaxing, enjoying the night air with a glass of wine or whatever you felt like by your side and a myriad of deep conversations to entertain you two.

Youd never speak of the fact that there'd only be one bed. On scorching nights, you'd relax in your underwear, sprawled on top of a shirtless Peter.

Laughing at and judging the characters on the TV, comparing them to pack members.

Eating chocolate covered strawberries and having pillow fights.

Folding the blanket to make it look like you wrapped up a dead body. Cackling madly all the way through reception.

Convincing him to take a bite out of the soap just to confuse the staff.

Recording each other doing silly things, making memories and capturing them anytime you could.

You grew closer than you'd ever expected to.

You began to really discover each other.

He knew how you'd always be polite to everyone you met, how you'd abandon that innocent streak for a little fun sometimes.

Like that time in the elevator when you two had a competition to see how many shampoos you could sneak out of the trolley.

Or the time you tried to sneak a tray through airport security on your first departure.

Let's just say, it's stuck with you two for the whole ride.

He loved how you threw yourself over him for cuddles.

An unspoken vow, skin against skin. Soft gazes and gentle touches.

He knew your night routine by heart. He knew you loved wearing sweaters with long sleeves just so you could slap people with the end.

He knew you always had a go to outfit  when you just wanted to be comfortable.

He knew you loved the chill of the night air, he knew you loved having philosophical discussions about anything.

He knew you always had to have something sweet after a particularly big meal. And he knew just how much you could eat.

He knew how spontaneous you were, adventurous, enthusiastic. You were a beautiful mix of chaos and order infused with curiosity and a taste for the lush life.

For the first time in forever both of you were truly happy. Both of you were truly free.

You found solitude on both the world around you and in each other.

You'd come to realize the extent of the beauty in the world.

He opened your eyes and heart in ways you never knew possible.

With every day passed, every meal shared, every word exchanged, the two of you fell further into an abyss of raw emotion and unspoken understanding.

"You remember that?" he picked up a picture, probably the only one you'd willingly let him take, of you kissing his cheek while you stood just outside the Eiffel Tower.

You snorted. "I did my hair so nicely that day."

"It was very windy," he laughed, setting it down.

He looked into your eyes, ones that so easily captured the essence of emotion, pools of ebony that he found held more than he could ever possibly comprehend in a thousand lifetimes.

"It was good while it lasted," he whispered, ocean blue orbs radiating longing, a look that shows he's remembering all the fun and mishaps, adventures and intamacy you'd two shared.

"We might have the chance to do it again. I doubt we'd be here for the rest of our lives."

"I certainly hope not. Not saying that I mind being with the pack. They're my family now. But Beacon Hills," he took  a deep breath, forehead and nose scrunching in thought.

"We have to leave. We have to move on with our lives. It's time for the next generation to take over. Liam, Mason.... We've done our part. And we've sacrificed so much. Being with you... the time we had Peter... those were the best few weeks of my life. Im going to go ahead and be selfish for once. I want it. I want that. With you. Beacon Hills will always have its protectors as it always has its threats. It's not our job anymore."

He smiled.

"Mmh. I suppose. I just hope it's a lot sooner than Derek mentioned."

"Hope. So," you clapped your hands, "in the meantime, churros from the diner on 12th?"

"It's one in the morning!" he laughed.

"That never stopped you before Mr " I need my green juice before I vomit with all of your junk food, said at 3am". You made me drive around for 3 hours looking for your stupid death juice. "

He laughed harder.

" And I ended up having Mc Donald's."

"Idiot," you joined in laughing, grabbing your jacket and heading out the door with him hit on your heels.

Derek smiled as the loft door shut closed.

"They really made a life for themselves," Lydia thought aloud.

"Did you see the way she was around him? He's the only one that makes her smile like that," Scott added.

"Guess there goes the whole sticking together plan," Stiles groaned.

"It doesn't mean we don't get to be friends, doofus. It just means she's starting a new chapter of her life. One she worked exceptionally hard for. She deserves the calm after the storm," Lydia explained softly.

The rest of them nodded. Of all people they'd never expected Peter to be the one you chose to so dearly befriend.

But he seemed good for you, as you did for him. The passion and strength you two radiated together was gorgeous.

You were a team. A complicated one that had to yet fully uncover the hidden purpose that formulated due to your chemistry.

But with time, and freedom, you two would get to figure it all out.

Who knew just a little taste of the lush life could make such a difference?