Teen Wolf Imagines

Wishes And Dreams - Peter Hale

Prompt - a djinn takes the reader making her live in a dream of her true desire but can she wake up before she dies in a perfect world.
Pairing - Peter Hale x reader
Warnings -
A/n - I copied this from Wikipedia just in case anyone didn't know a Djinn was as it's not in teen wolf.
Djinn are best classified as genies and are able to read a person's mind to learn their deepest desires; however, the djinn do not truly grant wishes like the genies of lore. Instead, they send their victims into a fantasy universe where they believe their wish has been granted while the djinn can drink their blood slowly over the course of days. Time passes slowly enough in the fantasy universe that the djinn's victims will feel as if they're living an entire lifetime before their physical bodies die.

Story

You woke in Peter's penthouse, in his bed to be exact. Your mind racing with questions of how did I get here? Everything was a blur, the last thing you remember was being at the high school, no the vets office or was it the loft. The more you tried to think the more your head started to hurt. Getting out the bed your looked in the full size mirror to see yourself dressed in a pink silk nightgown.

Before you could question any more Peter walked into the bedroom, flashing you one of his famous smirks. "hello sweetheart, I was coming to kiss you awake you took away my fun" he playfully pouted at you, then leaned in kissing your lips. You froze at his action unsure, Peter stopped his eyes full of worry "are you okay sweetheart?" he asked. "w...why did you kiss me" you say with your eyes closed, your fingers lift to trace the spot his lips had been. "kissing my beautiful girlfriend good morning like I do everyday" he says like it's obvious.

Girlfriend? You think to yourself, a small smile forming on your lips. You had always loved Peter ever since that first flirty comment he gave you but never acted on it. The harder you tired to remember being his girlfriend the more the pain in your head came back, causing you to groan and hold your forehead. Peter grabbed you "hey sweetheart what is it what wrong" he asked panic in his voice. You tried to say you were okay, hating Peter or any of the pack fussing over you. Peter growled "I knew you wasn't 100% after that windigo hit you" he said annoyed. He grabbed your hand you saw his vain go black as he kissed the top of your head, you felt both the pain and nerves leave you. Inhaling smelling pancakes your stomach made a loud noise making Peter smile "that's why I was coming to wake you breakfast is ready kitten" he said holding out his hand to you. You take it heading to the kitchen.

Things had been great with Peter, he loved you more than you thought the alpha could. Every morning you would wake and Peter would have a new gift waiting for you to open, if it be a new dress, an expensive pair of shoes or new jewelry, he'd always have you something. Each day he'd cook breakfast, eating out in a different restaurant each night. The pair of you spent days lost in each other doing everything you loved. Going out shopping or spending time with the pack going to see a fancy show, trips to exquisite art galleries or just simple days in, watching TV in each other's arms. Peter somehow always knew everything you had ever wanted to do made it happen.

This morning you woke however to no gift waiting on your bed side table. You went to find Peter who looked spooked when he saw you creep down the stairs. Hiding something behind the cushion. "good morning sweetheart" he said giving you the sweetest kiss. Every time Peter kissed you it was like magic, it was like something you would only ever imagine in a dream, leaving you breathless whether it was a small castile kiss or a full blown passionate one. They all gave you a buzz that sent your mind into a fog forgetting everything you had on your mind.

"your up early" he said nudging your chin to look at him. "good job your coffee is ready, breakfast my be a little late" he said kissing you more deeply this time. Leading you into the kitchen, he made your coffee perfectly, starting to cook your favorite breakfast. Your eyes drag up and down him, taking in the amazing God like beauty that was Peter Hale. His muscles were dominant as he stood shirtless, your eyes memorizing every line and crave of his torso. Your gaze lifted to his lips now pulled into a sly smirk, knowing you were stirring "like what you see sweetheart" he said making you look him in the eyes. You laugh and mentally curse yourself for letting him catch you. "I do actually them pancakes are almost mouth watering" you tease back trying to scramble back any form of dignity.