A/N: Hello my dear readers!

So here is a new oneshot about Peter Hale X Reader where a water ball turns into a chase.

Hope you enjoy!

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I can do request, so feel free to MP me.

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You clutched your water ball in your hands, hiding behind the trunk of a big oak. You were playing hide and seek with a little extra: you had to hit your opponents with water balls. The game had started easy between Scott, Stiles, Kira and you in the woods, each of us trying to plot against the other. There was no team, just the thrill to touch someone with your aqua weapon. Hidden behind the tree, you breathed out slowly, trying to steady your heartbeat. Playing with werewolves was quite disadvantageous towards humans like you. You closed your eyes, listening carefully your surroundings. The brush of leaves being stamped by heavy foot, the stroke of the wind being divided by a presence, and the heat of the summer making people sweat, you hearkened it. You let your senses, your human senses enhanced by the sudden silence of the forest and you bit your lip, nervous. A sudden silence never was a good sign and you knew it. You clenched your weapon tighter against you, careful to not pierce the frail ball. You gradually turned on yourself and tried to see among the thousand trees surrounding you like countless bees. You watched carefully each trunk, trying to decipher any abnormal form and your eyes landed on a dark moving figure., You recognised the hood and deduced it was Stiles. You didn't think twice and purchased him. You bent your knees and rushed forward the moving target. You jumped above big branches, passed through the trees and before you had time to throw your weapon to Stiles, he was hit but two water balls right in the face.

" What the hell?!" he yelled, falling on his butt. Kira and Scott laughed and made a high-five together. He was completely soaked and a laugh erupted from you which caused Stiles to turn his head towards you. He smirked at you and got up, his eyes still fixed on you. You gasped when you saw his smile curved into something more and your eyes widened at his roar, set forth you. You turned on your heels and ran shouting:

" Don't Stiles! Don't you dare!"

" I'm gonna get you Y/N!" he responded, still on your trail.

You looked at your back, watching Stiles, a big smile on his face, his arm up in in the air, ready to strike. You pushed your legs harder in an attempt to go faster and zigzagged to avoid his attack. Your mind was boiling, trying to figure out a solution to not being touch by Stiles when you had an idea. You stopped dead in your tracks, knowing Stiles wouldn't have time to slow down and bent a little. The moment he reached your height, you grabbed his arm with the ball and threw it in his face. Water splashed in Stiles face who gasped in awe and you laughed at him, seeing the face he made. You held your belly tightly because of your laugh.

" You should have seen your face!"

You stepped back a bit, gaining your breath back and you smirked at him. He facepalmed when he saw you grabbed your water ball.

" No ! Not again!" he warned but he was your prey and you were the predator. He immediately stepped back, holding his arm above him, trying to convince you to not do it. Your smirk widened and you threw it at him at the same moment Peter came from nowhere behind Stiles. Stiles bent down, avoiding the water ball which landed right into Peter's face. " Ha! You missed Y/N!" Stiles said, smiling in victory but he soon frowned when he noticed the horror spread on your face. You stepped back slowly and Stiles turned his head to see a wet Peter and his eyes widened.

" You had to hit a psychopath, he 's going to kill you!"

" It's your fault! Why did you move?"

" I didn't want to be hit AGAIN by your water balls! Now I gotta go!"

And he rushed towards the woods, joining Scott and Kira back.

" Hey! Wait for me!"

Peter swept the water away from his face and looked at you, a devil glimmer shining in his sparkling blue eyes. You had awakened the wolf in him.

" Oh, oh" you muttered under your breath even if you couldn't deny the beautiful view of Peter's white shirt soaked which curved his chest. You were snapped out of your daydream when Peter said:

" You better run, sweetheart."

Immediately, you dashed in the woods, a smirking Peter on your trail.

A/N: So any thoughts?