Stiles

Stiles shifted a bit, his back resting against Derek’s chest as the other held him close and he felt Peter’s fingers brushing through his hair. “I didn’t mean to worry either one of you. I know I can’t be missing school. It was just too hard to keep seeing him and the others every single day. I’m sorry… I… I’m really sorry. I’ll go back after the weekend. Just… give me the weekend and then we can go back and I’ll go back to school.”

Derek settled with Stiles’ scent registering in his mind, and one hand moved from holding Stiles to hold Peter’s hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t end better, Stiles. But you have us. We aren’t going anywhere. You will always have us.”

Peter moved closer as Derek’s hand took his, pressing a soft kiss to Stiles’ lips. “Derek and I will always be here. Always. We’ll always find you and always take care of you. So I am going to get us some dinner made and you are going to eat.” he said, kissing his lovers before getting up and going to start the fire place to warm the cabin up and start dinner.

Stiles [ @lostshieldandhammer ]

Stiles was curled up in the California king bed when he heard Derek and Peter coming into the cabin. He heard the knock on the bedroom door and sighed softly, sliding out of the bed. He’d been there for four days now and had barely done anything more than sleep. He hadn’t even really eaten, not feeling able to really do anything.

He unlocked the bedroom door and opened it slowly before backing away from the wolves and moving to crawl back into the bed once more. “I didn’t think you’d come look for me,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry… I just… couldn’t stay there… not with Scott and the others coming around… not after everything that happened…”

Neither wolf said a thing, Peter taking one side and Derek the other as they crawled in with the teen. “It’s okay, Stiles.” Peter replied. “But you can’t skip school. I know you don’t want to be around Scott, but don’t let him take your grades from you.” 

“You should have told us, we would have come with you,” Derek added, pressing a kiss to the human’s temple. “You know we love you, Stiles.”

Peter ran his fingers through brown hair and watched Stiles quietly. “You had us worried. And it’s been gradually harder not to throw Scott through a wall or five.” he admitted.