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[#030] We're All Works in Progress (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #030 - Redemption
Title: We’re All Works in Progress
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 // Spoilers for S6?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 939 words
Summary: Malia knows that there are a lot of truths about her father that are a bit hard to swallow.
Malia knows that there are a lot of truths about her father that are a bit hard to swallow.
For one thing, Peter aggressively looks out for his own interests, which mostly is contained to keeping himself (and Malia) alive. For another, should anything get in the way of those goals, he will end that interference, without remorse and without hesitation. And to be entirely fair to Peter, those are instincts she understands. After all, those are instincts she lived by, not too long ago. But Scott put a lot of effort into making Malia a better person, there’s no reason she can’t try that with Peter too.
Stiles is against it, likely because Lydia is against it, and while she doesn’t blame Lydia for that opinion, Lydia isn’t Peter’s daughter. And oddly enough, Scott tells her she should.
“I don’t trust him. I don’t know if I ever will,” he tells her before she leaves, “But we would be dead if he hadn’t come back for you. So … maybe there’s something in there.”
Malia has to hope that there’s something in there. She has to hope that there is something inside her to balance out the coyote, to show that she can be part of a pack, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Peter understands her in a lot of ways the others don’t and he wants to protect her, even if he doesn’t always go about it the right way. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?
“This is a bad idea.”
Malia narrows her gaze at Stiles as she tosses things in her bag from her bedroom. Stiles is sitting on her desk chair, trying to talk her out of it for the fifth time even though he knows she’s too stubborn to give either way.
“Did you think it was a bad idea when it was me?”
Stiles gives her a look at that. “You were a coyote for eight years, not some psychopath who went on a murder spree.”
“Because he was in a coma for six years because his family was burned alive.” Malia goes to zip up the bag before sitting on the bed across from him. “What do you think would have happened to me if you didn’t help me learn to control my shift? Or if you didn’t reach out to me in Eichen House? I can be just as violent as Peter is.”
“Yeah, but you don’t kill people.”
“And he doesn’t just tear apart everyone in his way! The people he killed, he killed for a reason.”
“So he says.”
“So the evidence says. You’re the one who’s always talking about following the evidence.”
“Yeah, well, the evidence can be wrong sometimes,” Stiles spits out pitifully, before giving her a bit of a teasing look. “Using my own argument against me – you learned from me a little too well.”
She smirks. “I learned from the best.”
Stiles sighs, before running a hand over his face. “Well, what about Scott?”
“Scott says I should do it.”
“What?” The word falls out a little too quickly, mostly because that was not the answer that Stiles was expecting. “Scott said what?”
“He can tell you himself.” She sighs before getting to her feet and picking up her bag. “Look, I get it, no one thinks they can trust him. But jumped through a portal of fire for me, and then he let himself get taken again so they woudn’t kill me and Scott. If he’s ever going to get better, eventually someone is going to have to trust him, and right now I’m the only one who can.”
Stiles pauses for a moment, listening to her logic before nodding. “Because if he does anything actually worthwhile, he’s usually doing it for you.” There’s another beat, and he’s still not happy about this, but he’ll make his way closer and give her a hug goodbye. “Just be careful, alright? Even if you’re his daughter, he’s still Peter.”
“I know.” Malia hugs him back, closing her eyes into it for a moment. “I’ll be careful.”
“Good.” And with that he lets her go, and she makes her way down to the car where Peter is lounging casually against the passenger’s side. There’s a bag at his feet and the way he eyes her says he’s not entirely sure that her motives are pure and maybe they aren’t – but she could definitely do with getting out of Beacon Hills for a while. “What?” she asks him, raising her eyebrows in his direction.
“Are you sure about this?”
“You’re the one who spent the past few months telling me to get out of Beacon Hills, and when I actually do, you’re complaining?”
“I’m just not sure you suddenly developed a self-preservation instinct.” Malia sighs as she opens the car door, tossing her bag into the back seat before waiting for him to join her. He continues to hesitate for a moment, before finally settling in and swallowing hard. “What’s the catch?”
“The catch is, you have to promise to do this my way. I go with you, we get father-daughter time, I’ll even let you pick the music, but when it comes to the big decisions, I’m the alpha.”
Her word choice there is important, and Peter knows it. She can tell by the way his eyes narrow, just slightly, and he swallows hard in response. But after a moment, he nods. “Fine. You’re the alpha.”
“Good,” she says with a small smile, before putting the key in the ignition, and starting to pull out of the driveway. “Where are we going first?”
Title: We’re All Works in Progress
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 // Spoilers for S6?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 939 words
Summary: Malia knows that there are a lot of truths about her father that are a bit hard to swallow.
Malia knows that there are a lot of truths about her father that are a bit hard to swallow.
For one thing, Peter aggressively looks out for his own interests, which mostly is contained to keeping himself (and Malia) alive. For another, should anything get in the way of those goals, he will end that interference, without remorse and without hesitation. And to be entirely fair to Peter, those are instincts she understands. After all, those are instincts she lived by, not too long ago. But Scott put a lot of effort into making Malia a better person, there’s no reason she can’t try that with Peter too.
Stiles is against it, likely because Lydia is against it, and while she doesn’t blame Lydia for that opinion, Lydia isn’t Peter’s daughter. And oddly enough, Scott tells her she should.
“I don’t trust him. I don’t know if I ever will,” he tells her before she leaves, “But we would be dead if he hadn’t come back for you. So … maybe there’s something in there.”
Malia has to hope that there’s something in there. She has to hope that there is something inside her to balance out the coyote, to show that she can be part of a pack, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Peter understands her in a lot of ways the others don’t and he wants to protect her, even if he doesn’t always go about it the right way. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?
“This is a bad idea.”
Malia narrows her gaze at Stiles as she tosses things in her bag from her bedroom. Stiles is sitting on her desk chair, trying to talk her out of it for the fifth time even though he knows she’s too stubborn to give either way.
“Did you think it was a bad idea when it was me?”
Stiles gives her a look at that. “You were a coyote for eight years, not some psychopath who went on a murder spree.”
“Because he was in a coma for six years because his family was burned alive.” Malia goes to zip up the bag before sitting on the bed across from him. “What do you think would have happened to me if you didn’t help me learn to control my shift? Or if you didn’t reach out to me in Eichen House? I can be just as violent as Peter is.”
“Yeah, but you don’t kill people.”
“And he doesn’t just tear apart everyone in his way! The people he killed, he killed for a reason.”
“So he says.”
“So the evidence says. You’re the one who’s always talking about following the evidence.”
“Yeah, well, the evidence can be wrong sometimes,” Stiles spits out pitifully, before giving her a bit of a teasing look. “Using my own argument against me – you learned from me a little too well.”
She smirks. “I learned from the best.”
Stiles sighs, before running a hand over his face. “Well, what about Scott?”
“Scott says I should do it.”
“What?” The word falls out a little too quickly, mostly because that was not the answer that Stiles was expecting. “Scott said what?”
“He can tell you himself.” She sighs before getting to her feet and picking up her bag. “Look, I get it, no one thinks they can trust him. But jumped through a portal of fire for me, and then he let himself get taken again so they woudn’t kill me and Scott. If he’s ever going to get better, eventually someone is going to have to trust him, and right now I’m the only one who can.”
Stiles pauses for a moment, listening to her logic before nodding. “Because if he does anything actually worthwhile, he’s usually doing it for you.” There’s another beat, and he’s still not happy about this, but he’ll make his way closer and give her a hug goodbye. “Just be careful, alright? Even if you’re his daughter, he’s still Peter.”
“I know.” Malia hugs him back, closing her eyes into it for a moment. “I’ll be careful.”
“Good.” And with that he lets her go, and she makes her way down to the car where Peter is lounging casually against the passenger’s side. There’s a bag at his feet and the way he eyes her says he’s not entirely sure that her motives are pure and maybe they aren’t – but she could definitely do with getting out of Beacon Hills for a while. “What?” she asks him, raising her eyebrows in his direction.
“Are you sure about this?”
“You’re the one who spent the past few months telling me to get out of Beacon Hills, and when I actually do, you’re complaining?”
“I’m just not sure you suddenly developed a self-preservation instinct.” Malia sighs as she opens the car door, tossing her bag into the back seat before waiting for him to join her. He continues to hesitate for a moment, before finally settling in and swallowing hard. “What’s the catch?”
“The catch is, you have to promise to do this my way. I go with you, we get father-daughter time, I’ll even let you pick the music, but when it comes to the big decisions, I’m the alpha.”
Her word choice there is important, and Peter knows it. She can tell by the way his eyes narrow, just slightly, and he swallows hard in response. But after a moment, he nods. “Fine. You’re the alpha.”
“Good,” she says with a small smile, before putting the key in the ignition, and starting to pull out of the driveway. “Where are we going first?”
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