Stiles knew the pack was distant, and for good reason, but he ignored it, they were the only family he had, he did have his father, but he was always at work, providing for them, but what happens when two vampires save him and claim that he can help...
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It was the end of the school year when all the seniors graduated and moved on to a new chapter of their lives. Yet, here is Stiles, curled up in his bed and hiding from the world.
He didn't go to graduation, or any parties, not even senior prom, he simply just, isolated himself. It has been a month since everything, and Violet and Louis seemed to have been wiped off the face of the earth.
Stiles still blamed himself, and it just made his self-harm even worse. Just last week, he almost passed out from blood loss. He hasn't been eating properly and everything just seemed boring to him.
He knew what was happening, the feeling of rejection from his mates. He might be human, but he still felt the effects of being a mate to two vampires. He tried to look past it, try and get back to his old self, but everything he did just reminded him of two vampires.
He wasn't going to do anything today, but his dad basically forced him out of bed and dragged him downstairs for breakfast. Stiles didn't even acknowledge Peter, who was cooking said breakfast.
However, Peter did smell his scent and it had the werewolf dropping everything he was doing to turn around. He looked at Stiles, his eyes widening at the human.
"Shit, kid, you look dead," Peter winces, watching Stiles take a seat at the table. Peter then looked at Noah, who looked like a wreck from trying to get his son out of whatever state he was in.
Peter sighs and turns back around, quickly plating a plate of food. He makes his way to the table and slides the filled plate in front of Stiles.
"I'm not hungry," Stiles stated simply, looking at the food.
"Eat the food," Peter says sternly, but Stiles doesn't budge. The human then looked up at him and Peter's eyes glowed blue. "Eat the food, Stiles, or we'll stay here all day until that plate is empty,"
Stiles didn't say anything, just staring at Peter blankly. After some time, a sigh leaves Stiles' lips as he turns his attention to the plate. He slowly reached up and took a piece of bacon, slowly eating it.
The human then looks back up at Peter, but the older male is still looking at him. "I'm not leaving until you finish eating, so don't fight with me, because you won't win,"
Noah felt relief wash over him as he saw Stiles start to eat. He felt bad for his son, he didn't know Violet or Louis all that well, but he knew that his son loved them. Granted Stiles never admitted it, but he still knew. Stilinski men tended to fall in love pretty easily, and when they did, it was hard.
Noah sighs out, turning around and heading upstairs to get ready for work.
As he came back down, he noticed that Stiles' plate was almost done. He makes his way to Peter and leans in, pecking the werewolf on the cheek.
