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Text: Merry Xmas, creeper wolf.

[ text: ] Merry Christmas, Stilinski.

[ text: ] Be sure to check in the back of your jeep.

[ text: ] Might have left you something… or a few somethings.

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[text] They know

[ text: ] You’re being vague on purpose aren’t you?

[ text: ] I told you to stop that.

[ text: ] Who knows? About what exactly?

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Stiles cuddled into Peter's side, after they were both laying in bed."But it felt so real." He breathed out, moving his head to others shoulder."It felt so very really." Swallowing after he spoke. A hand went up to rest on the wolves chest, looking up at him."I think I'm losing my mind. I've got notebooks at home, full of the words wake up over, and over again. I don't remember doing it, and it's all my hand writing."

{ Peter physically relaxed, mind easing from the racing thoughts, as Stiles seemed to curl up into his side. His hand came to pull him reassuringly closer before resting on the back of his head, fingers sifting through the dark tufts. }

            “But it isn’t, Stiles. It is all some kind of bad nightmare. I’ll be here for you in case it happens again, okay? I am going to protect you…—”

{ It might have been that moment he realized that he would never let anybody terrorize the young boy again, not under his supervision. He was damn sure of it. Easing his free hand, he laced his fingers into Stiles’ that rested on his chest and turned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. }

                          “You aren’t losing your mind, baby, I’m sure it was some kind of sleepwalking thing, you know how weird people get when it’s bad enough. You’ve just been stressed. And I want you to stay here for a few days until you calm down, okay?”

{ Though he wasn’t really asking, he was moreso telling him to. }

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Stiles buried his face into the wolves chest, shaking as he gripped at the back at the others shirt."W-Why do I keep seeing your family burn? I don't get why I see them." Heart pounding, moving to hide his face in the others neck."I heard them screaming, I heard you screaming." Swallowing at lump in his throat."The night before that I saw myself caked in blood, Scott kept saying it wasn't me. I don't. I'm scared." He breathed out, starting to relax some as the other held him tight.

{ Peter’s heart aches for the boy in his arms and he runs his hand up to the back of his head as he buries his face into his chest. He had no idea what was going on, all he knew was that he was terrified and Peter had to soothe him. }

                “Shh, baby— It will be okay. I don’t know why you’re seeing them, but I am so sorry, okay? Nobody needs to re-live that night like I do. —”

{ As Stiles’ face presses into his neck, he pulls him up into his arms like a child and lifts off the ground, walking them towards the bedroom, hands rubbing his back still… }

              “I know, baby, I am sorry. I don’t want you to think about it, okay? Think about me, how I am right here. How you are safe okay? — Don’t worry about those nightmares, Stiles, they aren’t real. This is real.”

{ And with that, he lays the boy down in the middle of the bed and crawls in next to him, wrapping his arm across his chest protectively while the blankets are pulled up to shield them both. }

       “You’ll be okay, Stiles. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

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Walks in unannounced, not bothering to knock."Peter." Heart beating fast."I think I am losing. I keep blacking out. I keep seeing things." Looking around for the wolf."Tonight I dreamed of your family, your house on fire, Their hands grabbed at my legs, trying to pull me down into smoke." He slumped down a wall."Please be here." He was scared of being alone, scared of being alone with himself. (I just have a lot of feels right now. jl,lu,)

{ Peter had been just finishing his shower as the padding of familiar feet caught his ears. For a moment he smiles and takes his time getting out and drying off, but at the urgency of the voice, and the heart rate, he quickly dresses and towels his hair off, escaping for the hallway. }

                                                                  “Stiles, I—”

{ Just in time to see his body slumped against the hallway wall, he rushes over and kneels beside the young boy, wasting no time and pulling him into a rough but comforting hug, hands smoothing down his back easily, trying to calm his heart rate.}

                “I’m here, okay, I am right here. It is going to be all okay now.”

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“You’re beautiful”, if you receive this, post it to 10 other blogs. It’s 3 words that can make someone smile ❀◕ ‿ ◕❀

Thank you, sweet little thing! :3

I love you!

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You. Me. Bed. Now.

                                “You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”

Peter’s body shifted further towards Stiles as their banter pressed further his eyes narrowing, playfully of course. “I guess it is your lucky day, though—” he paused, taking a finger to the boy’s arm, tracing small pattens into his skin before smirking mischievously. “Because I won’t lie to you. I want it just as bad.” A moment of silence passed over them as their eyes locked, blue fighting amber, a chuckle escaping.

Suddenly, he was rushing his weight forward and taking Stiles by the wrist, tugging him along behind him, down towards the bedroom.

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Stiles gave the other a small smirk."To be honest I thought you would have shoved me off by now." Doe like eyes moved up to lock on the others."You smell like you. I don't know how to explain it. You just have a nice smell to you." With all the crazy in their lives, this moment was almost like going to Disneyland."So have you decorated your wolf den for Christmas yet?" Tracing shapes on the others back.

        Peter grunted in remark and shook his head a bit. “I’m too lazy, too tired,” he complained, looking over to Stiles, hands tightening around him as he spoke again. “I like the way you describe it, such great detail,” he smirks, his eyes softening. There was a quiet peace that fell on the pair as they sat there, enjoying each other. “My wolf den?” He snorts playfully, leaning up a bit to give Stiles some more room to trace, enjoying the feeling immensely. “I have not, actually. Though I would be open to suggestion,” he purred happily. “Would you want to help me?”