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Stiles is excited. Stiles is so excited! Today is the day that he's starting school, and he. is. so. Excited! He's so excited that he even woke up early, unable to stay sleeping when he had such a big day in front of him. He had woken up and rushed to get ready, banging on his momma's door so she would be ready as well. Now, Stiles is here, he is here , and he is finally starting the first grade!
The school is different than he was expecting, and as he stands in front of it holding onto his momma's hand, he's not even nervous. He is a big boy, his daddy tells him so all the time, and he's excited. Being in grade one means that he's growing, and growing means that he can get smarter, and maybe be as smart as momma (not daddy, because even though he's like, a superhero , he's not as smart as momma is).
Stiles tugs on Momma’s hand, skipping his way through the halls. He's not really sure where he's going but like always Momma seems to know, gently tugging on his hand to lead him the right way. There is so much he's going to learn, and Stiles loves learning new things so much! He really hopes that his teacher is smart so that he can get smart too.
The classroom isn't very fancy, but Stiles thinks that makes sense. Classrooms are probably only fancy for the big kids who learn lots of things. Stiles is going to learn lots of things—he really, really hopes—but he definitely isn't learning as much as the big kids are. He looks around the room, seeing if any of the other kids look nice. They're a few, a boy with a weird face and a girl with really red hair, but Stiles doesn't want to talk to them yet.
He looks around again, trying to see if anyone is looking at him like they might want to be friends, when he suddenly sees the prettiest boy in the entire universe. His heart goes funny, beating a whole lot really fast, and his eyes go wide before he squints them so he can see better.
"Momma," Stiles whispers, tugging on her sleeve and then tugging again when she doesn't look at him. "Momma!"
"What is it, Mieczysław?" Momma asks as she looks down at him.
He motions for her to lean down and whispers are quietly as he can into her ear. "That's the prettiest boy I've ever seen , Momma."
Momma laughs (which Stiles doesn't think is very nice, since he's telling her something important). "Which boy, Mischief?"
Stiles looks at her, wondering if she's gone blind. He waves a hand in front of her eyes, huffing when she bats his hand away. "Momma, the boy with the blue eyes, obviously ."
"Oh, well, obviously," Momma tells him and Stiles nods.
He doesn't look away—how could he, the boy is prettier than Momma —so he sees when the boy looks up at him. "Momma! Momma look he's pointing at me !" Stiles exclaims, tugging her hand with every word. He doesn't look up to see if she's looking, since he's too busy looking at the other boy.
"You should go say hi to him," Momma tells him, in the voice she uses when she's teaching him something.
Stiles nods, because his momma is usually right, and he looks up at her quickly before looking back. "I'm going to ask him to marry me, Momma."
Momma says nothing for a moment, but then she bends down and looks at him with a very nice smile. "Remember your manners, Mischief."
Stiles rolls his eyes, because he hardly ever forgets his manners anyway, and he walks over to the boy as quickly as he can without running (because he’s not supposed to run inside, and he doesn’t want Momma calling him back. This is important ). The other boy is even prettier up close and his eyes are so blue that they look like the sky. He stops in front of the boy, waiting until he steps forward before he says anything.
"Excuse me, I am Stiles Stilinski," he says as politely as possible, holding out his hand so the other boy can shake it (just like he's seen his daddy do).
"I'm Peter," the other boy—Peter, which is a great name, Stiles thinks—tells him. He looks at Stiles' hand like he doesn't know what to do, his eyebrows pulling together and making him look like he's frowning. Stiles doesn't like it and he quickly pulls his hand back, opening his arms up for a hug because hugs always make him feel better.
The other boy smiles at him so widely that Stiles can see that he's missing a tooth—he's jealous, Stiles hasn't lost any teeth—before he rushes forward. Stiles laughs loudly when the other boy picks him up , spinning him around in a circle before setting him back down on the ground. He doesn't let go right away so Stiles doesn't either, hugging Peter tightly. Peter is very, very warm, and Stiles thinks he would make a great cuddler, maybe even better than his daddy who is the best cuddler ever .
"Oh my gosh you're as strong as Superman!" Stiles tells him as soon as Peter pulls back, feeling warm all over when Peter's cheeks turn pink.
"I'm not as strong as Superman," Peter mumbles really quietly, and Stiles nods his head really, really fast so Peter will know he's telling the truth.
"You are!" Sties says smiling. "Oh!" Stiles says suddenly, remembering why he had come over in the first place. "Peter...wait, what's your last name?"
Peter ducks his head, and his shoulders move in so he looks smaller and Stiles hates it. "My name is Peter Hale."
Stiles nods, going over what he wants to say one last time in his head before he takes a big, big breath. "Peter Hale, you're the prettiest boy I have ever ever seen. And you're as strong as Superman! Will you please marry me and be my husband? I promise to always think you're very pretty and I will hug you whenever you're sad, and I give very good cuddles, my Daddy says so, so we can cuddle every day!"
Peter's eyes go wide, wider than Stiles thought possible, before he makes a very loud noise that sounds very happy. Peter hugs him again and when he pushes his face into Stiles' neck he does it back to Peter even though it tickles. Peter hugs him for so long, but Stiles doesn't mind. He is very warm and he runs a hand up and down Stiles’ back in a way that feels really very nice.
Stiles smiles, and he likes that he can feel Peter's skin against his face so he doesn't move. Hugging Peter is so nice and he's so happy that Peter seems to want to marry him too. Stiles squeezes Peter even tighter, never wanting to let go.
Peter cannot wait to start school. He has many, many reasons why he wants to go, after all. Not only is he tired of Talia being older than him, but he is tired of Talia being smarter than him. Peter tries to be as smart as he can, really, but there are some books with words that he can't read and he knows that if he were to ask Mom for help, she would tell him that Talia was just older and that it was okay that she was smarter.
What Mom doesn't know is that it is not okay that Talia is smarter. She is a know it all, and always makes Peter feel like he's not smart enough. Peter hates it, especially because Talia is only ever mean to him when Mom isn't there. Mom never believes Peter when he tries to tell on her, and so he needs to get smarter so that he can be smarter than Talia.
Peter is ready to learn, as he told his mother that morning. He is ready to get smarter but he is not ready to leave home. Peter didn't go to kindergarten, not like the other kids, and he's so worried that they're going to think he's weird.
He already knows that people—adults, mostly—think that he's weird because he's a Hale, but he doesn't want these kids to think he's weird too. He looks around, trying to find someone that maybe he could talk to—Dad said it important to be 'so-ci-able '—and his eyes go wide as they skip over a skinny boy with messy hair.
He breathes deeply, his mouth watering as his wolf begins to jump under his skin. His wolf has never been so excited before and Peter ducks his head just in case his eyes light up. He knows that he's very good at control, his Alpha tells him so all the time, but he's worried that something is going to happen.
Peter risks a glance up because he really, really wants to see that boy again. He looks...he looks really beautiful, Peter thinks. He breathes in again, letting the delicious smell that he knows is the boy fill his nose as his wolf paces happily. Peter feels like he does when the moon is full, his wolf pulling at the surface and wanting to run and howl and play. He stares at the boy and wonders if he would like to run as well (maybe Peter could even catch him a rabbit, he's great at catching rabbits).
"Is everything alright, pup?" Mom asks, feeling worried over their pack bond.
"Mommy, what does Daddy smell like?" Peter asks, even though he knows the stories. Still, he wants to be sure before he says anything.
"Well, he smells like home, like everything good in the entire world. Why do you ask, sweetheart?"
Peter looks up at her with big eyes, his heart beating faster and faster in his chest as his stomach begins to feel strange, almost like he does when he's ate too many cookies. "That boy smells like home," Peter tells her quietly, quiet enough that only her wolf ears will hear it, and he points at the boy, looking over to find that he's already staring at Peter. Peter makes a noise, reaching out to frantically grab his mom's hand. "He's staring at me!"
Before Mom can say anything, the boy is walking over. Peter isn't super good at focusing his hearing yet, so he misses what the boy says to his own mom. Peter watches as he walks forward very quickly, looking incredibly purposeful. Peter has a strange urge to bare his neck, just like he would for his alpha or for Mom, but he makes sure to stand up tall, looking into the boys eyes (they look like caramel. Peter loves caramel).
The boy stops in front of him, taking a deep breath. His heart is beating just as fast as Peter's, and it’s very loud in his ears. "Excuse me, I am Stiles Stilinski."
The boy holds out a hand, his arm held very straight. Peter stares at the hand confused, having no idea what the other boy wants from him. "I'm Peter," he tells him slowly, scrunching up his face as he tries to think back to what his alpha has taught him about humans.
As he's thinking, Stiles holds out his arms for a hug, and Peter's heart skyrockets in his chest. All that he can think is: my mate wants to hug me, my mate wants to hug me, my mate wants to hug me! Peter smiles so wide that his cheeks hurt and he hurries forward before Stiles (which is kind of a funny name, but Peter thinks it suits the boy) can change his mind, wrapping the boy in his arms and spinning him around.
Stiles laughs so brightly that Peter’s heart goes even faster. He’s too happy to hold himself back, and he doesn't even think of hiding his strength as he hugs Stiles tightly (though not tight enough to hurt, he would never hurt his mate). When he sets Stiles down his wolf wants to keep holding on so he does, hugging Stiles tightly enough that they are completely pressed together. Stiles smells even better up close, and he wants to put his face in Stiles' neck so he can smell him that much more.
He doesn't, because humans are really weird and don't like that. Peter pulls back a little, trying to remind himself that humans are not wolves and do not like touch the same way.
"Oh my gosh you're as strong as Superman!" Peter's cheeks get very warm as soon as the words tumble out of Stiles' mouth, and he looks at the ground before he has to look up at Stiles again.
"I'm not as strong as Superman," Peter mumbles really quietly, hoping that his mom doesn't hear so that he doesn't get in trouble. Stiles nods his head up and down so fast that Peter is worried he's going to get hurt.
"You are!" Sties says smiling. "Oh!" Stiles says suddenly and very loudly. "Peter...wait, what's your last name?"
Peter ducks his head, a feeling he doesn't like rushing up his stomach and making his wolf whine. He curls forward, wishing he could sink through the floor so that he doesn't have to tell Stiles who he is. Peter really doesn't want to lose his mate already. "My name is Peter Hale."
Stiles nods and he says nothing about Peter being a Hale. His brow goes tight, and it looks like he's thinking. "Peter Hale," he doesn't say the name like it's gross, and just keeps talking. "You're the prettiest boy I have ever ever seen. And you're as strong as Superman! Will you please marry me and be my husband? I promise to always think you're very pretty and I will hug you whenever you're sad, and I give very good cuddles, my Daddy says so, so we can cuddle every day!"
Peter's eyes go wide, his wolf howling and jumping and dancing under his skin. He feels even happier than he does at Christmas and his Birthday put together . He is so happy his wolf wants to howl, but he makes sure that the noise he lets out sounds very human and not at all like an animal. Alpha says that it's very important to remain human when with other humans, and he really really really doesn't want Stiles to be scared of him.
He hugs Stiles again, and this time he lets himself put his face into Stiles' neck so he can smell his mate where he smells the strongest. He smells amazing , better than anything else, and Peter's wolf preens when his mate scents him back. Peter rubs his hands up and down Stiles' back in the same he likes, and he holds on. He's not going to let go until Stiles wants him to, and hopefully that means never letting go forever.