It’s overwhelming and oddly new. It’s familiar in a way as he recalls rising from a pile of bandages, the body a mere copy of what he once was, the real one being paraded around by a demon with blood lust–

His jaw falls open as he breathes in, chest feeling tighter and tighter. He wasn’t dreaming, but this couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be real. As Peter swoops in Stiles’ own arms wrap around the other’s shoulders tightly, heart racing in his chest. It was all wrong wrong wrong.

“Peter…?” It comes out as more of a question than it should, even as the whimper it was. He knew who was there, holding him now. He looked in his eyes, counted on the man to catch him, and he did. The confusion was as overwhelming as the sensations come with returning to his body. “What’d you do? What- what…” He pauses, throat tight when he swallows. “Peter what happened? Why am I…”

He doesn’t know how he feels, what to think, what he wants besides an answer. He wants to feel warm, he doesn’t want Peter to ever let go. A part of him wants to close his eyes and shut back down and never have to deal with whatever this was, but he was alive, he couldn’t really mean that.

peter knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen, that in the real world things like this definitely didn’t happen to people. nobody knew about the supernatural and they couldn’t just find a coven and do what peter had done. not that it was easily, because it definitely wasn’t, however it had made it happen. and even with stiles in his arms it almost still didn’t feel real.

❝ shh.. ❞ was the first thing from his mouth, as he knew the other would confused, though he hadn’t blamed him for that at all either. ❝ i’ll answer every question you have, just not here. ❞ the wolf spoke as he was keeping the boy wrapped tightly in his arms, not wanting to let go at all.

❝ wanna get you home, get you warm then i’ll answer every question. ❞ peter knew there were going to be a lot, and probably quite a few that he hadn’t wanted to answer even. though for stiles he would do anything, and he was pretty sure that his point had been proven - by just what he’d done to actually bring stiles back to him.

he’d hardly even registered that his body had been in a squatting position until he was moving to stand up, bringing the other with him. peter hadn’t even given stiles the option to walk on his own, as peter was all but scooping him up to walk to the car.

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❝ OKAY. HERE’S THE thing… actually i don’t know what i was gonna say, but… who are you.. and what are you doing in my living room ? ❞ he asked. ❝ you’re not a vacuum salesman, are ya ? ‘cause.. i have a good vacuum already, okay ? the kirby guy and i go waaaaay back. ❞

( confusion. it was riddled all over his features, not that anyone could really blame him at this point - the other was really talking about vacuum cleaners right now? “do i look like a vacuum salesman? it’s the shoes isn’t it?” peter asked as he was looking down at the shoes on his feet. “you know, i told derek they weren’t right, but he insisted that they looked fine. can’t trust your family these days.” only now peter had gotten off track and he wasn’t sure what he was doing here anymore either. “a perky little thing let me in, blonde hair?” )

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He feels strange when he tries to move again. His hands are steadier than they usually were in times of stress, yet he feels like the wind could blow him away. Like he was beyond his previous definition of fragile. The look on Peter’s face though - what he can make out, anyway - is more than enough to make him try.

Stiles leans forward, uses his hands on the dirt to help get his feet under him without toppling over. He moves like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time with uncoordinated, wobbly limbs. It doesn’t help that, fitting with the hollow feeling in his bones, just the effort has his head spinning.

He doesn’t stop though, not even for a second. In part simply because he knew Peter would catch him before he planted back into the dirt. Mostly it was determination. He doesn’t know what happened but it unsettles him to his core. He blinks and he can see the night sky he’d been looking at after going numb.

Actually glancing up again, he recognizes it plain as day. The pattern the trees made, the way the moonlight lit the branches almost identical. Or maybe he just knew because he died here and was inserting the details he normally wouldn’t have picked up so clearly. Either way hardly matters. His gaze flickers this way and that and he remembers the scene perfectly. He remembers coming to a stop only after he realized he’d been hit, feeling little rocks pressing into his legs when he began to drop. Everything had hurt, everyone was running, people were shouting, guns firing–

It was a good thing Peter was there, because he was going to collapse under the weight of it all if his lack of balance didn’t get him first.

( even with stiles right in front of him, peter almost couldn’t believe that this was really happening. that he was back, or at least it had seemed like he was back, and that was enough for the older male right now. the months that the boy had been gone had been hard for peter, people asking how he was doing, and peter turning away - rerouting and going elsewhere. it was part of the reason that he’d left beacon hills in search of the witches, as well as the hunters families. it was to help him cope, though now with stiles back he hadn’t needed to cope - he just needed the boy in his arms once more.

watching him start to stand, was what had caused peter to quickly move to him, catching the other before he could really fall to the ground once more. he’d come back from the dead once, it wasn’t exactly pretty - but he could relate to how stiles was feeling. like the world was a bit different, and having to get actual control of his body was once more was going to be the hardest part.

though he was there in an instant to catch stiles, letting his arms fall around the boy to just to cradle him close. the last time he had picked stiles up it was when he was carrying him out of this forrest. the lifeless body in his arms was something that he’d saw in his dreams for months, he’d willed it not to be real that day.

“i got you....i got you..” peter quietly spoke as he was looking down at the other, sure that he’d have questions and peter had planned on answering every single one of them, though he also knew they needed to get out of here. get back home and to the warmth, wash the dirt from the boy. “i got you..” he’d repeated just once more, as if the more he was saying it, the more it became true. “and i’m never letting you go.” )

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It should be alarming how little he knew. Maybe Stiles was too accustomed to strange happenings. He might just be too overwhelmed with the present; how it feels to breathe again, how dark it was still, how the ground felt under his hands.

He gets but a moment before the little information he has comes racing back.

There had been blood. By claw or bullet or bite, he wasn’t sure. It had been loud around him, he had a few aches before he started bleeding. Mostly he just remembers adrenaline, the noise, the sight of his hands when pulled away from the wound, and Peter’s glowing eyes. He remembers his last moments.

Stiles checks his hands now, finding them a bit dirty and nothing more, both with all five digits. Awake. Alive. A hospital would mean sterile environment, bright lights, and probably some tubes sticking into his arms. Here he’s shirtless but he does have shorts on, there wasn’t so much as a bandage in sight though he thinks he can make out a scar where he’d been holding his side before—

He looks around again and spots the eyes that watched him choking and gagging on potentially nothing the last he can recall.

”Peter?”

it had happened fast, too fast for peter to be able to stop it when they’d gotten swarded in the woods, and when it happened it had felt like his own had been taken from him as well. seeing stiles’ going down, the image just replaying itself in his brain for months. his sleep had been scarce as he’d been searching for a way to reverse what had happened. if stiles wasn’t with him, then peter hadn’t wanted to be here either, though he knew that wasn’t how to go about this, an so he’d refused it.

a few things had happened in the 3 months that the boy was gone, the first was anger. peter had been so angry, going after every single hunter that had been in the woods that night, picking them all of one by one, though he also hadn’t stopped there. he’d moved to their families, picking them off as well, he was furious - caught in boodlust, and he wasn’t taking any prisoners. the male hadn’t stopped until he’d taken out every bloodline that had been there that night, wanting them all to feel the pain that he had felt.

the next thing that happened was what had led him back to the woods, back to the spot it had gone down. back to where the pack had found them, peter knelt there, holding the lifeless body - the memory rushing back to the male.

he’d stumbled upon a few witches in his time, and as his luck would have had it, they’d owed him a favor or two. peter had known exactly what he’d wanted - stiles. it wasn’t going to be easy, but with their help they’d walked him through the steps that he’d needed to take to make his happen, and to bring back the love of his life.

after doing everything they’d told him, peter had almost started to lose hope - mentally cursing them out in his mind. turning his back as he was getting ready to leave, he’d managed to take one step before hearing a noise. his breath all of catching as it was his name. turning around, his eyes almost couldn’t believe it, as he was seeing the boy once again. “stiles..”

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It’s no surprise that Peter wouldn’t have been intimidated by him at any point in time. What he follows the statement with puts a blush over the human’s features though. No matter how sweet Peter treated him, how often or not he’d assure the boy of his love or support or attraction- it never lost it’s charm. In a way Stiles hopes it never does, loving the warmth in his chest when his partner gives his praise. On the other hand he might wish that he felt less needy or reliant on him, but it wasn’t a constant state of mind either, so he thinks he could deal with it.

He’s hiding his face against Peter’s chest, smiling to himself and letting his eyes close with the soothing hand in his hair, and then the wolf continues and Stiles goes still in an instant.

It’s a lot to take in from one sentence. The fire had left so much awfulness behind for Peter. Stiles would think the best thing was his resurrection. Maybe not as a solution to his problems but potentially a symbol of a fresh start; he’d gotten his own space again, worked with his nephew, the pack. Even if they hadn’t exactly welcomed him at any time, Stiles never thought himself to sit higher in value than living again. And maybe he didn’t, that might not be exactly what Peter was saying but Stiles also didn’t know what those experiences had been like from the other’s point of view. For all he knows, he could be imagining it all completely wrong.

No matter what the answer was, there’s weight in his statement that has Stiles lifting his head to look the other in the eye. “I…Don’t know what to say to that, but I love you.”

he doesn’t expect stiles to have an actual answer to what he’s said, and he’s not sure that he’d every really expect anyone to have an answer to it. it was a heavy statement, and that alone was freeing to actually get off his chest. after coming back, he’d attempted to help the pack - granted, it was only when they’d needed him, if it was for knowledge, or brute force ; either way, he’d always felt more drawn to stiles. it had always been that like for peter, his wolf just always being so much more content when the other was around him.

in his heart he’d always known what it meant, though it wasn’t until they’d started getting closer, and then really established their relationship that peter had started to feel much more calm all of the time. he’d always said that he would kill for stiles, and tonight had really proved that point, anyone or anything that threatened to stand in their way, or hurt the boy wasn’t something that peter would ever stand for.

“i don’t expect you to say anything.” peter had spoken, his hand finally falling from the others hair as he was looking down at him - once stiles had risen to meet with his eyes. “i love you too.” it was a quite statement, though loud enough for the other to hear, and something that he would always say back, something that he would always reassure the human of. that he had loved him, and that he always would. “you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning.”

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SHOUTS: STILES STILINSKI IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO PETER HALE

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He knows Peter would never agree with him on his weaknesses, even if he doesn’t agree with the logic as to why. He had to figure that as a good thing though, because if he had the same opinion of Stiles that the human had of himself sometimes, this relationship probably wouldn’t be what it was.

Peter has a way of reassuring Stiles that it actually hits home. It wasn’t just an effort, it was genuine and pointed and he never really feels like there was room to argue in the first place. No matter how many doubts Stiles voices, no matter the subject, Peter just knew how to handle it in a way that made him listen even if subject has been brought up before. Even now, when the situation was entirely new, he sounds earnest saying things Stiles wasn’t sure he truly believed the entirety of- but could accept for the time being, and take comfort in the words as much as the person speaking them.

He lets his eyes close by the time Peter has finished talking, soothed by his company and the gentle hand in his hair. “You used to scare the shit out of me, you know. Kind of think you’re the best things that’s happened to me in a long time though… Not just for this stuff, but…” He gives a little shrug of his shoulder and sighs.

peter has a lot of opinions, most that he voices and others that he prefers to keep quiet about. on the topic of stiles he is normal quiet with his opinions, unless it’s directed at the other male. he’s got no problem telling the younger when he’s being too much, or peter just needs to get away for a moment - though it doesn’t happen far as often as anyone would think. he enjoys having stiles around, likes the random trains of thought the other has, the sudden bursts of energy, and just his overall of being there. and if he’s being honest he still thinks that stiles in the strongest of his whole pack.

he can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips as stiles tells him that he used to be scared of him - as it’s not the first time that he’s been told that. though it was the second part of the others statement that had caused him to smile. peter already knew that stiles was the best thing that had happened to him since the fire, even before they’d really known each other. he knew that there was something special about the boy, and seeing how far they’d come now was entirely crazy to look at from an outside spectrum, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“you never scared me.” peter had finally spoken, his fingers running through the others hair still, as they were laying there. “you impressed me, with your sarcasm, and then you told me you didn’t want the bite - it was impressive, not something that i’d encountered before ; but you never scared me.” but in his defense, there wasn’t much that did scare peter hale, hardly ever. “i already know that you’re the best thing that’s happened to me, since the fire.” it was a big statement, and he wasn’t sure how stiles would take it honestly - but at this point in their relationship he also hadn’t seen any harm in it.

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He put his hand on his chin, pretending to be contemplating which movie he wanted to see next. He already knew, he had a whole playlist set up in his mind. “Home alone, all of the versions there is. Then a pause for dinner.” Isaac said happily as he shifted a little and curled up against Peter.

peter was in no state to argue with isaac, so regardless of how many movies he’d wanted to watch - he knew they were going to watch them, but not without a little questioning. “how many are there?” he asked, brows knitting together slightly as he was picking up the remote, searching for the title.

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Stiles was somewhat indifferent to Christmas. Not in an apathetic sense, he didn’t have any kind of unpleasant memories associated with it. He just didn’t really lean one way or the other. Not to mention, since his mother’s passing there wasn’t as much motivation to decorate or do these little things. It was his father’s favorite holiday, but she had always been the one to pull out the tinsel and declare that if he didn’t put lights on the house she would do it herself. Stiles always followed her lead, enjoyed the general celebration around him, but needless to say there hadn’t been lights up on the roof in some time, never mind a properly decorated tree.

“Mistakes add charm.” He huffs as Peter takes the string of lights to adjust them. “This is probably the time I should mention we don’t do much of this in my house, by the way. I mean, we used to,” He explains as he returns to walking around the tree, draping the lights rather sloppily, though not for lack of interest. Decorating for the holidays was probably the most domestic thing he could do with his boyfriend, he was thrilled. “but usually my dad gets a little tree, we stick some bobbles on it, and I’ll bake some family recipes throughout the month. I don’t know if we even own lights anymore.”

“when have you ever seen a mistake in my house?” peter had quickly asked, as he was watching the other putting the lights around the tree. they were strung a bit sloppily, though it hadn’t looked bad ; and peter was sure it would stay like that until he took the tree down. but he was correct about the mistakes, just looking around peter’s apartment one could tell that. everything had a place, and everything was in it’s place in his apartment. it really seemed like the only time things weren’t neat and organized were when stiles had spent his time there, a blanket hanging haphazardly across the couch, a pair of socks riddled across the bedroom floor - not that it was a mess, it was far from that ; but it had made the place look a little more lived in, than when peter had spent too much time alone there.

“is that your way of telling me that you’re going to bake for me?” the thought was a bit endearing, though peter wasn’t really sure he’d ever seen stiles bake anything. not that he was opposed to the thought, willing to try out anything the other wanted to bring to him. the lights were almost done, and that was the most that peter ever did to a tree, not ever bothering with ornaments of any sort, as he hadn’t ever wanted it to look cluttered. so the older male had decided to just move to the couch, sitting down as he was watching stiles with the small remainder of lights that were left. “it looks fine from over here. not perfect, but it does have charm.” peter added, a wink the in stiles’ direction.

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Stiles hadn’t been the same since the nogitsune, and he knew it. HE’d ventured close to darkness, seen the ash colored shades he was in and found a way out of it. He’d changed in a lot of ways, but also a big portion of him had decided to stop hiding the part of him that made him unique. He’d never seen in the same shades of black and white as Scott, and the nogitsune had proved that. So when he was drawn to Peter once again, he didn’t ignore it. And that was how he was pinned, practically purring at the way Peter manhandled him. “Fuck me like the alpha we both know you are. Be my alpha.” he half panted as he returned the kiss, reaching to wrap his arms around Peter’s neck.

there were many things that peter had wished that he could have done differently in his life, especially after the fire - things he’d regretted but never brought himself to say out loud. but one thing that he could never really replace was the feeling of being an alpha, and even if he’d gotten there by force it had still happened, and he’d turned scott - so as far as he was concerned he was still and alpha, even if nobody else had said it. so when stiles was saying it, the familiar feeling was coming back to the male, grinning as nobody had really ever called him that, and now the younger male was doing by choice. when stiles’ arms were wrapping around his neck, it only took one simple move for peter to pick the other up, urging the boy to wrap his legs around his waist, though he hadn’t moved them from against the wall at all. “i don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into stiles.” peter had finally muttered pulling away from the others lips. “gonna get yourself into some trouble, talking like that.”

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there really wasn’t much to do, and the snow was coming down pretty good outside, so they couldn’t leave and go anywhere. though that was fine, as peter was currently sat on the couch, one arm draped around isaac, the other holding a mug of hot cocoa, a blanket draped around them as well. he hadn’t usually liked to not do anything all day ; though leaving wasn’t an option and when isaac had started playing christmas movies the older of the two couldn’t be asked to move. and he was comfortable where he was, so he’d simply stayed tucked into the couch with the other as the ending credits of the movie had started playing. “what’s next?” // @neverwholelahey

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he hadn’t often admitted it, though christmas was peter’s favorite holiday. before the fire, they’d always decorated the house quite thoroughly - derek and cora helping with the tree, laura and talia baking cookies among many of the other sweets ; and peter had always been in charge of the lights. he’d taken pride in them, along the tree as he’d even taken to hanging them on the windows, and the outside of the house. it really was a whole family endeavor - and something that he’d always remember happening every year. though this year he’d decided to take a step back, and let stiles handle the lights.

taking a step back, peter looked at the tree as stiles was hanging the lights ; though he had to stiffle a laugh. “you missed a whole chunk of it.” the male spoke, as he was watching the other, the line of lights trailing from his hand a puzzled look on his face. “let me show you..” peter spoke, as he was walking to where his boyfriend was, moving the lights down another row on the tree before he was fixing up the small unlit section, then handing them back over. “alright, keep going.” // @mieczyslxw

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like this post for a wintery/christmasy starter from peter :)

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"fuck me like the alpha you are.” [from Stiles]

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it was something about the way that stiles had called him an alpha that really got the other going. the corners of his lips snaking up into a devious smirk before he was closing the distance between them, pushing the other up against the wall. his lips had easily found the others, a very faint growl coming from him then. “say it again.” peter had managed to get out while his hands were pushing up on stiles’ shirt, referring to him calling him an alpha once again.

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“and what if i did?”

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"well if you did..” the male trailed off as he was crossing over to where stiles was, not saying anything else as his features had slowly moved into a smirk. it was a very quick move then as he was picking the other up, tossing him over his shoulder before he was walking out of the living room with him. “then you’ll have to make up for it. that was my favorite shirt you know..” peter simply spoke as he was walking them back towards the bedroom, then putting stiles down on the bed before he’d laid down as well. “guess you’ll have to think of something nice you can do for me - since you ruined it.”

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“mark me more.”

ALL THE STARTERS -

“mark you more?” peter asked as he was still laying in bed, looking over at stiles as the boy was looking at himself in the mirror - and peter could only assume that the other was checking out the marks that he’d left on him from the night before. “there’s only so much that i can do without actually giving you the bite stiles.” it was something that peter always had to be careful of, one false move and it was no longer playful ; but would turn very real, and that wasn’t something he would just throw stiles into.

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