A/N: Hello my dear readers!

So here is my first one shot about this TV Serie. I've just started it, so I don't know everything about this supernatural world.

Hope you enjoy.

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Peter Hale X Reader:

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" I'm back, boys!" you shouted in the Hale's house, kicking not too strong the door out. 

Your hands were full of homemade food and drinks. After having chased the Kanima and stopped Gerard to become a werewolf, you all needed some rest. So you had decided to prepare something sweet for everyone. Little did you know, that there was a new guest at the house who eyed you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.

You were an Omega who had sought refuge at Beacon's Hill, to the pack of Derek. You hadn't joined. Not because he didn't ask, but because you hated authority. You've always been counting on yourself since the day your family was murdered in front of you, and the alpha who did that turned you into a werewolf. However, you ran away after the first full moon, avoiding the alpha like plague. Therefore, you didn't trust anyone and didn't like alphas. Unlike any other werewolves you had known, Derek, for once had been kind to you, explaining how the full moon works, how to control your inner wolf, ... However, once he saw your blue eyes, he understood you were no a Beta, but something more.

As soon as you entered, Isaac, Stiles and Scott rushed to you, yelling some '' Why does that smell so good?" before grabbing the bags in your hands. However, you knew how greedy they were and you growled loudly at them when they tried to take the bags. Immediately, they stepped back, concern filling their eyes. Stiles tried to joke: " You 're sure she's an omega, she sounds like an Alpha to me!" You laughed at his statement and said: " Just be patient guys, you're all going to eat what I made." A bunch of " awe" echoed as an answer and a warm smile spread on your face. You felt nice being near the whole pack, almost at home. You dropped the bags on the table and started to put everything on the table, settling plates, glasses, drinks and food. A man approached you from behind smirking and he was one in of the day he likes to surprise like the big bad wolf he is. You caught the smell of a new scent and your eyebrows furrowed. You noticed the pack, except Derek who was God knows where looking at you strangely as if they were analysing what was going to be next. Then you felt a rough palm on your shoulder and your instinct overwhelmed your body. You grabbed the hand and pushed the opponent above your head. You just heard Stiles yelled: Not on the table!" before the man gracefully landed on his feet, his heels on either side of the table, avoiding all the things you concocted for your friends. His smirk never left his face, and it pissed you off. Why was he smiling like that? Did he find you funny?

" Who are you?" you shouted, your eyes shifting in an ivory blue and your claws appeared on your hands.

" Ohh feisty. I like that." He looked at you, and his eyes changed into the sparkling blue eyes which made you blush. 

His piercing blue eyes turned into his mesmerising blue eyes. Then Derek stepped in and stopped the both of you, shaking his head; He looked at you, clearly amused.

" Y/N, meet my uncle, Peter Hale. Peter, meet Y/N. " Peter jumped off the table and held out his hand for you to shake it. You looked at him, mistrustfully, hesitating.

" Come on, I don't bite..." he added, his smirk widening on his face, " much" he dropped when you shook his hand.

" Good to know, Peter. I bite too by the way." Then you turned on your heels, facing everyone and leaving a speechless Peter" So who wants to eat? I made brownies, cookies, chocolate cake, apple pies and I bought some candies!"

A deep silence welcomed your outburst and you asked, frowning:

" What?"

Stiles was the first to speak.

" D..Did you just flirt with him? He asked in disbelief.

You tilted your head to the side:

"Well, I suppose I did. Problem with that, Stiles?"

His eyes were wide open, shock fed his features:

" But he's a psychopath! He killed his niece, he even tried to kill almost everyone here!"

You sighed.

" Stiles, we are here to pass a good moment, okay? Don't bring back the bad things which happened."

You tried to calm him down, but Stiles was just him. He was about to speak again when you said.

" If you don't shut up right now, you won't have any cake!"

Immediately, he swallowed the response he was going to say and looked at you with puppy eyes. Peter laughed at that and everyone looked at him, shocked to hear a real laugh erupted from him. Then, he took a part of apple pie and took a bite, enjoying the taste on his tongue. During the whole time, Peter looked at you in your eyes, not breaking the gaze contest with you until he swallowed the piece and said:

" You're a good cook, Y/N."

Then he turned to the others.

'' You better come eat the delicious things Y/N made before I eat everything."

Instantly, the whole group rushed towards the table, taking the homemade deserts. You heard Stiles debates over Scott, with "These cookies are better than the brownie!" and Scott argued that it was wrong. You shook your head, smiling. Then you felt a presence next to you and saw Peter stood near you, his arms crossed over his chest. You didn't look at him, you already knew he was smirking. It seemed to be his thing. So you stood there, watching your friends devouring the food before you stepped in: " Hey, leave some for me, guys!"

Little did you know, that piercing blue eyes followed you intensely during the rest of the day.

A/N: So what did you think? Do you want some more?