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Crime and Predjudice

Summary:

When a spell goes wrong and Stiles is too stubborn and proud to admit to Deaton that he needs help, he enlists his friend (and potential love interest) Peter to help him rob the man instead

For the prompt : Pride in the Pride Month Bingo

Notes:

This fic could be considered a loose prequel to "Sleeping with the Fishes" but both can be read separately

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Peter was going over some notes in an old tome when the door to his apartment burst wide open.

 

"PETER! ARE YOU READY TO COMMIT?!"

 

"That depends, are we talking about a crime or a relationship?"

 

"Right now, a crime," Stiles said as he stood gasping for breath in the doorway after running up several flights of stairs, " but I'm not opposed to exploring that other thing later."

 

"Excellent, I'll be sure to get us a reservation at that nice little Italian place downtown. Now come inside and tell me what illegal activities you need assistance with, sweetheart."

 

Stiles shut the door and made his way over to the couch where he collapsed on top of Peter. He snuggled in further when the older man started combing his fingers through his hair.

 

"So what happened?"

 

"Okay, so you know how Deaton's been training me in magic?"

 

"About as much as a subpar veterinarian druid can train a powerful Spark, yes."

 

Stiles rolled his eyes at the dig but decided to continue with his story instead of commenting.

 

"Well, he keeps telling me I can't study the more advanced books yet because I'm not ready. Since I'm not about that life, I said fuck that guy and read them anyway."

 

"Of course you did."

 

"I thought I had the gist of things,when Scott called me about tracking the were-gophers I told him were destroying the preserve."

 

"Wait," Peter stopped petting Stiles’ hair to give him a sardonic look,"You convinced Scott there's such a thing as were-gophers?"

 

"Well I couldn't exactly let him find out that those holes are where we dump the bodies of all the people he lets go."

 

"You could, he just wouldn't like it all that much."

 

"ANYWAY," Stiles said in a bid to change the subject, "I went out to the preserve with him, and tried to use a summoning spell to, you know, bring a gopher over so he could then relocate it and feel all heroic while preserving our disposal site."

 

"I'm sensing a but here..."

 

"But I didn't know what some of the older runes were and ended up mistranslating the whole thing, which led to…Scott being turned into a were-gopher."

 

There was a moment of awkward silence before Peter burst into laughter, nearly doubling over with the force of it.

 

"You—you turned Scott into a were-gopher ?" His voice was choked with mirth, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.

 

Stiles glared up at him from where he was sprawled on the older man's lap, his expression unimpressed.

 

"It’s not that funny."

 

Peter wheezed, gasping for air but unable to contain another peal of laughter. "Oh, but it is , sweetheart. The mighty True Alpha reduced to a... a buck-toothed, hole-digging rodent! This is—this is a gift. Thank you."

 

"This is terrible! How am I supposed to explain to Melissa that her son is currently trapped in a clearing in the preserve munching grass and possibly saddling her with little rodent grandbabies?!"

 

"Alright, alright," Peter said, attempting to compose himself. "What do you need me to do?"

 

"Scott's currently trapped in that meadow with a large ring of mountain ash until I can perform the spell that will change him back. The problem is the ingredients for it are locked up in Deaton's office."

 

"And you need my assistance in stealing them since your pride would never let you admit to the man that he was right."

 

"Precisely."

 

The wolf's grin only widened.

 

"Oh, darling, I’ll help—but before you change Scott back I'll need to get pictures. Maybe even a video. For posterity."

 

Stiles groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I hate you."

 

"No,you don't," Peter whispered as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of the boy's head, " now come on, let's go plan how to shake down a Druid."

 

                           ***********

 

"Shouldn't we be worried about security cameras or something?"

 

"Please, with all the shady deals that man does, he's not going to have anything that could get him incriminated."

 

They were parked across the street in one of Peter's more discreet black cars ("A Mercedes is not discreet, Peter!”“Neither is that powder blue deathtrap you drive, sweetheart.") watching for the moment Deaton leaves the clinic.

 

The plan was simple. Once the vet was gone, they'd sneak over, pick the lock, and Stiles would break the mountain ash barrier to let Peter in. From there, it was a matter of Peter unlocking the safe with the more dangerous ingredients that the Druid had sealed with a lock that only opened up with Hale claws.

 

Exactly which set of Hale claws the man kept for that was a question neither Stiles nor Peter were sure they wanted an answer to.

 

                       ***********

 

Stiles had started to doze off when Peter nudged him in the shoulder.

 

"Huh...waa..."

 

“Stiles, look."

 

Deaton had just come out the front door and locked it. He seemed a little more harried than usual, but that wasn't important for what they needed to do.

 

 

As soon as the vet got in his car and disappeared around the corner, Peter and Stiles sprang into action. They crossed the street under the cover of dusk, keeping to the shadows as they approached the clinic’s back entrance.

 

"Maybe we should’ve worn masks," Stiles whispered, pulling his hoodie low over his face.

 

Peter rolled his eyes.

 

"I highly doubt a mask would do anything to conceal your identity, especially with all that incessant flailing."

 

Stiles muttered something unflattering under his breath as he got to work on the lock. A few tense moments later, the door gave a soft click, swinging open with a creak that made both men freeze. When no alarm sounded, they slipped inside.

 

The clinic was eerily silent, faint moonlight casting ghostly shadows across the sterile surfaces. Stiles quickly moved to the barrier of mountain ash lining the doorway to Deaton’s office. Muttering a counter-charm under his breath, he watched the ash shimmer before dissipating.

 

Peter stepped through, claws extended, and approached the hidden safe embedded in the office wall. 

 

“Hopefully, he didn't get this designed with a specific relative in mind," he murmured, pressing his claws into the indents on the lock.

 

With a small click, the dial turned successfully, and the door opened up.

 

"Well, it seems even the least favored member of the family is useful in this situation.”

 

Inside, rows of vials and ancient herbs gleamed under the faint light. Stiles quickly gathered the ingredients he needed, double-checking his list, then closed the vault back again.

 

Just as they were about to leave, Peter paused. "Wait, I almost forgot."

 

 "Peter—"

 

But the Wolf was already rifling through Deaton’s desk, emerging triumphantly with a little black notebook.

 

"Just in case our lovely Druid gets an inkling of who robbed him."

 

"What is it?"

 

"Blackmail material,"he said smugly.

 

Stiles rolled his eyes and headed back towards the exit.

 

They slipped out as quietly as they had entered, leaving no trace behind—except for the faint scent of smug satisfaction lingering in Peter’s wake.

 

                           ***********

 

By the time the sun was up, Stiles was exhausted.

 

After the heist, they headed directly to the clearing he'd contained Scott in. Once Peter was done taking several pictures of the True Gopher with his phone, he helped Stiles perform the right spell and turned the other boy back to normal.

 

Luckily, Scott didn't remember anything about why he was there or what happened. He seemed to accept his friend's excuse that they had had a little too much fun with Wolfsbane-laced liquor, but seemed very confused as to why Peter was laughing so hard when he asked what happened to his pants.

 

After dropping the Alpha off at home, they went back to Peter's penthouse, where Stiles immediately collapsed onto the couch.

 

“Well, that was officially one of the worst nights of my life."

 

“Oh, it wasn't so bad," Peter said as he sat down and pulled the younger man into his arms," I think breaking and entering makes for a rather exhilarating first date."

 

"You have some warped ideas as to what constitutes a date."

 

"I take whatever I can get when it comes to you, darling."

 

Stiles rolled his eyes and snuggled in further. Before he nodded off completely, he whispered quietly—

 

"You're lucky I love you, Wolf."

 

Peter looked down at the boy sleeping in his arms and smiled.

 

He was very lucky, indeed.

 

 

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