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Chapter 1
Peter lay relaxed in his bed. It had taken months of work and a lot of money, but The Hale House was back to it’s former glory. He and Derek had been reluctant at first to change anything, so many memories were tied to it. But the pack was growing and they needed a place to call home again. It wasn’t anything like the old house that once stood there, but it was similar enough without bringing back painful reminders.
It was all finished now. Finally complete with all the pack moved into their rooms. Scott shared with Allison, Lydia shared with Jackson, and Peter, Derek and Stiles had their own. Peter planned Stiles’ room to be an office but he also planned for Derek and Stiles to be together by now. They decided to be difficult instead.
The walls still smelled like paint and the furniture had a foreign scent, but a deeper inhale brought with it the smell of everyone in the house. Peter sighed contently, finally able to feel safe again. He closed his eyes with a small smile on his face.
He felt sleep pulling him down, close to being there when he heard something. It was faint, he was almost sure he didn’t hear anything at all, but he brought his focus to the hallway outside his door. It was silent, then the soft patter of bare feet on hardwood. It grew louder till it stopped just outside his door. The figure waited, Peter would have been set to attack but he knew this scent and it made him smile.
Finally they opened the door and slipped in almost silently.
“Peter?” Stiles whispered, “Are you still awake?”
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Yes, I am.”
Stiles smiled widely in the near pitch black of Peter’s room, the only illumination was the crescent moon outside, just beyond the frame of the window.
“Good, I can’t sleep. It smells weird. And I’m cold, I tried putting on more blankets but it didn’t help. I don’t want to bother you but...” Stiles rambled but stopped when he realized he didn’t know what he wanted Peter to do about it.
Peter slid over in his too-large bed, which felt so empty on his own, he only noticed the vacancy of it when he realized it would be better with Stiles in it with him. Stiles took the hint and rushed to climb into the warmed covers. He sighed and sank deeper into the bed as the heat from Peter wrapped around his chilled skin. Peter smiled broadly at the way Stiles made himself comfortable, but still felt lonely on the other side. Peter wormed closer to Stiles slowly, making sure his movements didn’t alarm the young human. Stiles rolled closer to Peter and wrapped his arms around the wolf, pulling him in close. They both settled in and fell asleep in an instant.
Peter was roused from his sleep when a scent hit his nose that was closer than it had been before he had fallen asleep. Derek’s dark form loomed over Peter’s bed. Peter carefully pulled away from where he had been curled up against Stiles’ side with his face buried deep in the curve of his neck.
“Derek. Something the matter?” Peter whispered, fighting a smirk.
“Uncle. That’s mine.” Derek quietly growled as he pointed to Stiles.
“I don’t see your mark on it.” Peter teased. He lifted the covers back and slowly rolled Stiles’ shirt up to reveal half his abdomen. “It’s not under here...”
Derek was drawn to the creamy smooth skin but still growled a warning to his uncle.
Peter kept eye contact with Derek as he lowered his head, inches from Stiles’ navel. “And why not? All this fresh, untouched skin. He even smells like pack already. You know he likes you, and wants you. Just a little bite to stake your claim.”
Derek bared his teeth in warning but still sank to his knees on the bed and leaned over Stiles when Peter retreated. His face hovered close over Stiles’ side, and his eyes flicked to Peter once more. His uncle gave an encouraging nod from his resting place on Stiles’ shoulder. Derek looked back down at the unmarked skin and closed his eyes as he opened wide and bit a deep bruise into the soft flesh. Stiles squirmed and Derek let go, kissing the mark to try and ease the pain. Stiles slowly woke up.
“Ow, what the hell, man?” Stiles muttered, groggy from sleep.
Derek took Stiles’ face in his hands, “I bit you. I want you and I to be mates.”
“Oh, finally. Still hurt. Warn me next time. Maybe when I’m awake. Is there a next time? Dunno if I like that. Only need to do it once... or something. ...doesn’t matter...” His rambling tapered off as he fell back asleep.
Derek and Peter chuckled at the silly human they had grown fond of.
Peter smirked, “Knew you’d do it.”
Derek scowled at him but ran his hand over Stiles’ head softly.
“Well, now you can’t leave, so just get in.” Peter mocked as he scooted over in his bed.
Derek lifted Stiles up slowly and adjusted them so that he was pressed up against Stiles’ back and Peter was curled up against the human’s chest. They all snuggled in close and dropped off to sleep again.
Peter was woken up for the second time that night by soft whispering behind him. He stretched out from Stiles’ warm arms, turning over to see Scott standing nervously with Allison draped over half his back, leaning on him for support if her sleepy face was anything to go by.
Peter quirked an eyebrow sleepily, “Yes?”
Scott glanced over to Stiles and back, “Uh, we... ow!” Allison had poked a finger into Scott’s side. “I smelled you guys all over here... and wanted to... join you... I brought Allison.”
Peter sniffed, Allison smelled alright, not like pack like Stiles did, but enough like Scott and he was helping her to smell more like pack, he really wanted her to be accepted. Peter nodded and instructed them on how he was going to situate them all. It took a lot of shifting and grumpy noises from Derek but they were all finally happy. Derek was on his back in the middle (much to Peter’s annoyance, it was his bed!) with Stiles sprawled on top laying on his stomach. Peter was curled into Derek’s left side, holding Stiles’ right hand. Then Scott was on his back wrapped in Derek’s right side, holding Stiles’ left hand and Allison curled on his chest.
It was a struggle to get the right amount of blanket on everyone but eventually they were all happy and fast asleep.
Peter was woken up again by a tap on his shoulder. Seriously, this needed to stop! He was tired! He turned over, ready to glare till whomever it was that woke him this time cried, but it was Lydia. And she’s not easily scared. Jackson was holding her hand and not meeting Peter’s stare with his shoulders slumped. Looking very much like a lost puppy.
“We want in, too.” Lydia was not one to beat around the bush.
Peter liked that about her, a small smile pulled at his lips as he nodded.
They grabbed a bundle of extra blankets and made a nest over everybody’s legs, then lay, curled up, facing each other. They held one of the other’s hands and someone else’s. Lydia took one of Allison’s hands and Jackson had Peter’s.
It was all a mess of limbs and blankets but everybody was happy and it pulled at something deep in Peter’s chest. Reminding him of home and making him think ‘family.’ His heavy eyelids slid closed with a grin on his face.