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Stiles was spastic, he was hyperactive and couldn’t keep himself on track, he had insomnia and drank about three to seven mugs of coffee a day on top of his Adderall just to calm down and focus on things. Hell, last week he had to drink an entire pot of coffee just to get to sleep, and his roommate had given him a look like he was murdering a kitten right in front of him.
Stiles’s roommate was a weakling.
But still, he was jumpy and couldn’t focus on anything to save his damn life, and he needed some type of control.
Of course, this meant he went online to look for solutions that didn’t involve more coffee, because as much as he loved it, he was peeing far too often and when he wakes up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, nine times out of ten he didn’t go back to bed for at least another hour, and that was only when he forced himself to lie there until his eyes could close again.
The internet… wasn’t helpful.
You know who was helpful though? A lovely tumblr user named buttlickereatinass who suggested he try BDSM as a form of control, whether it be letting go of control and trusting a Dom to take care of him, or to take control of a sub.
Stiles was self aware enough to know that he was firmly in the sub category, and also, doesn’t BDSM hurt?
“Hey, Malia, wake up.”
He nudged the girl’s side, looking over at the other side of the room where his roommate was suspiciously absent. Him and Malia should get an apartment together. He was in sophomore year, they were allowed to live off campus. Malia spent more nights in his bed than she did her own room. They should just get their own apartment.
But, apartments cost money...
Malia let out a grumpy little sigh, arms tightening around Stiles’s waist, before letting out a growl when he just kept nudging her. “Please, Malia, wake up, this is important.”
If he can’t sleep why should he let her? Well, normally he was a much more considerate person, and Malia was arguably his soulmate, the only person closer to him than Scott, but listen, this is his third night without more than a couple hours of sleep to keep him going, and he was desperate and a little grumpy right now. He didn’t see why she got to sleep so well. Must be a werecoyote thing.
“What?” She didn’t open her eyes, but her words came out in a warning tone, about halfway ready to drop fang and make him go to sleep herself if she had to. It’s what she liked about Stiles, he always got all stupid and submissive when she told him what to do.
If she was into subs, or guys, she’d have been all over that. Actually, for about a month in high school, she was all over that. But he’s like her brother. Her weird twin brother who she occasionally makes out with when they’re drunk.
She should rethink the relationship with her actual family if this is the first thing she thinks about after she wakes up.
He didn’t answer for a long moment and she opened her eyes to look at him, squinting though she didn’t have to, she could see in the dark, she just needed to make sure he knew she didn’t appreciate being woken up this early. He had a funny look on his face. “What, did you eat something bad? You look like shit.”
Stiles’s face crumpled, and he let out a little whimper, making her sit up instantly, worried about him. She might have been a grump when she woke up on a regular basis, but if her packmate was hurt , she needed to help him. “Stiles, what’s wrong?”
Stiles shook his head, feeling weak, out of control, a little bit desperate. He knew he could probably piss her off, get her to pin him down and just hold him there till he fell asleep in her arms, but everything felt big, like it was too much, he could barely keep his eyes open, and yet he knew he wasn’t getting to sleep anytime soon.
“Is BDSM painful?”
Malia looked at him in confusion for a good twenty seconds, listening to his painful little ragged breaths. “What?”
Stiles swallowed, shrugging his shoulders. “Does BDSM hurt? It’s about hitting people, right? I tried looking it up but all I got were pictures of whipping, so I tried to narrow the search to be… not mean? And all I got after that was sex. I don’t… Malia, I don’t want pain.”
He was nearly crying, little hitches in his breathing, shoulders slumped as if in defeat, but really just exhaustion.
Malia looked over to the clock on the wall. It was too dark for Stiles to see it, but it was barely nine. She had dragged Stiles to bed early around six in hopes of him getting some sleep. Stiles was beyond tired at this point, he couldn’t do homework, and so she had firmly told him no when he’d tried to go to the library instead.
It was a Wednesday, they had class tomorrow. She could miss a few classes without failing, and Stiles wasn’t going to be any help to himself unless he got some fucking sleep. But thankfully, on a Wednesday night, The Rope Lounge would have pleasantly few patrons.
She thought about just drugging him. But… that solution would only last for a few days at most. Likely, he’d get a good fourteen hours of sleep on his favorite heavy duty sleeping pill tonight, but as soon as tomorrow hit he’d be right back at the insomnia and starting all over again.
No, she needed a solution, not duct tape. “No, BDSM doesn’t have to be painful or sexual. Get dressed.” She looked down to see he was wearing Batman pajama pants and a tee shirt. “Actually no, what you’re wearing is fine. Get some shoes on and grab a sweater. I’ll call Laura to come pick us up.”
Stiles nodded and got all the way to the dresser before he registered much. “Why is your cousin coming?”
Malia grabbed her own shoes off the floor, pulling them back on while she texted Laura. “Uncle Peter owns a non-sexual BDSM club. I assume that’s why you asked me. We’ll go there.”
Stiles nodded, robotically pulling out a pair of socks and sitting down at the little desk so he could pull them on and then his shoes. It felt like he was looking at everything through a filter right now. “I didn’t know BDSM could be non-sexual. I don’t wanna have sex to sleep.”
Contrary to popular belief, he’s not actually obsessed with sex, a belief that’s facilitated by the fact that he usually masterbates once a day and were’s can smell it, so Malia, who is a born were, seems to be the only creature he knows that actually believes him when he says he’s only even wanted it a few times.
Malia was perfect and amazing and beautiful and his soulmate and always loving and helping him, and he wished a little bit that he liked girls so he could just get married to her, but he isn’t attracted to girls, and she’s only attracted to girls, so the single month they were together in high school was confusing and weird and ended in the best friendship other than Scott he’s had in his whole life, and he is so tired right now he has no idea where this is going.
“BDSM can be whatever you want it to be, Stiles. It isn’t about pain , that’s just the S and M part of it, it’s about giving up control or taking charge of someone else.”
Stiles let out a little sigh, stuffing his shoe laces in his shoes without tying them, and letting his head roll back to hang between his shoulder blades. “I don’t feel very in control right now.”
“I can tell. If you aren’t going to get any sleep anytime soon, then we might as well go. Worst happens, I’m sure someone else can find a way to get you to sleep. I’m out of ideas if you don’t wanna take the pills.”
Stiles made a sad little noise and she curled up in place on the bed, wearing sleep shorts and a tank top with sneakers, just listening to his stupidly fast heartbeat that was strangely soothing and made her want to cuddle him.
“I can’t take the pills, they make me sleep too long, or too little, and melatonin gives me nightmares, but if I throw my sleep schedule off I’ll miss classes.”
First of all, he could take the fourteen hour pill right now and still make it to his first class tomorrow morning, Malia just knew he hated being drugged and felt terrible and helpless for not being able to control his own body, and second of all, she was going to let Uncle Peter and Aunt Talia deal with this. Uncle Peter was a professional Dom, and Aunt Taila had five kids and knew how to get them to go the fuck to bed.
Maybe Stiles just needed someone to firmly lie him down and tell him to go to bed or else. Maybe Stiles just missed his parents. Claudia always was able to get Stiles to go to bed when he was wired and tired and a babbling mess. Malia knew cause even in high school, she slept in Stiles’s bed more than she ever did her own. He was a comfortable cuddle buddy, and her birth mother didn’t give a fuck about checking to see if she was in bed or not, just letting her sneak out whenever.
Maybe she should just call up Claudia and get her to talk him down from whatever panic he’s in now.
No no, Laura just texted to say she’s outside their building, she could let the professionals deal with this. It was too soon to be functional for her.
She got up and grabbed Stiles by the arm, snagging his keys off the hook next to the door and pulling him out into the hallway, twining their fingers together when Stiles made a needy little noise, sounding like a pathetic pup when they didn’t get their way. God he was endearing sometimes.
Outside Laura was waiting in Talia’s giant mom-van, so she must not have driven to the club that night where she worked, she probably got a ride from her mom. Malia opened up the back and pushed Stiles in, climbing in after him and closing the door. Laura pulled out from the front of the building while Malia buckled him into the middle seat, letting him lean against her. “So, we’re going back to the Rope Lounge?”
Malia nodded. “I need to show Stiles around. I think he might be interested.”
Laura looked in the mirror suspiciously at the gangly human, taking a subtle breath in so she could scent the boy she’s never met before. Of course, she knew who Stiles was , half their family knew about the blatant claim her cousin had on him, determined to make sure they all knew he was her packmate, but she’d never met him before.
He smelled like a human. And only a human. Maybe an energy filled one, but he… well he didn’t look all that energy filled. Just smelled it.
“You sure you want him to go, Malia?”
Malia gave her a snort, rolling her eyes. “He knows we’re all weres, Laura. He knew before I met him.”
Laura rolled to a stop at a stop sign, looking surprised, and didn’t start again till the car behind them honked. Laura and Stiles both jumped at the noise, Laura out of distraction, and Stiles because the soothing motions of the car was lulling him into a dozy state.
Laura drove off again, biting her lower lip. She worked in the Rope Lounge with Derek as professional helpers, introducing and education new participants to the BDSM lifestyle and giving them a safe space to practice and learn. But that didn’t change the fact that the majority of the members of the Rope Lounge were supernatural creatures and people who knew about them all being weres.
But Stiles was just… a human… why did he even know about them?
“How did he find out?”
Malia shrugged, snorting when Stiles let out a sad little sigh at his head being moved on her shoulder. “Said it was because his friend got bit when he was sixteen, and then a bunch of creatures started popping up all over the woodwork to form some dysfunctional little pack, but I’m pretty sure his mom told him all about us back when the pack was still living in Beacon Hills.”
Back before the Hale Manor had been set on fire by some bitch who was molesting her little brother, she means. Laura grit her teeth just a little so she didn’t drop her fangs out. She had been so angry when she learned what that monster had done to Derek, and it had taken him years to come out of his shell after that, so constantly scared of anyone who wasn’t pack. She blew out a breath of air, settling herself as she pulled onto the stretch of road leading to the Rope Lounge.
Uncle Peter owned and ran the place. He had since before the Hale fire even. He’d always been interested in non-sexual BDSM and practices, so he’d opened the place up with some of the massive fortune he seemed to have hidden away somewhere. Half them weren’t even sure where he’d made all that money, but Laura and Derek were fairly sure he’d used some spell or something to see the future for bet outcomes. It seemed like something he would do, and he never does it anymore, so what does it matter if he cheated a bunch of rich assholes out of money, right? Right.
Anyways, when the fire had happened, they all managed to escape. Kate and her father were dead as dead can be, and they all left to go stay with a very worried Peter, who had set them up in a big manor here in Berkley so they would have somewhere to go while they rebuilt.
A month in that manor had turned to six, and then a year, and before they knew it, the whole pack had found places to stay in Berkley, and very few of them had gone back to Beacon Hills.
The club parking lot was mostly empty because it was the middle of the week, and Laura pulled into the spot next to Derek’s stupidly glamorous Camaro, unbuckling her seatbelt as Malia did the same for Stiles and coaxed him out of the van. He clung to her arm, and made these desperate little whimpers like a pup, making Laura’s chest go all tight and her heart skipped as she got out of the car.
Oh yes, Peter was going to immediately adopt him. Or Talia. Talia might get to him first and pull him to her bosom like some crappy movie and baby talk him. Hell, the two of them might even get in a fight over the kid. It was still up for debate. It could go many ways at this point.
Malia gave her an amused look, apparently having heard her heart skip, and just gave her an eye roll. If she was bad, Malia was worse, if she’s managed to stick with him through the whole two years her mom had custody of her in Beacon Hills, plus her first year and a half at college.
She waved off the bouncer on the way inside. Stiles was the same age as Malia, and you only needed to be eighteen to get in, but Malia diligently held out her and Stiles’s clasped hands to get stamped with a ‘no alcohol’ tag before they went in. It wasn’t a sex club, and there were no drugs involved, so all they needed was the tag. Uncle Peter had given that to her as his one request, to follow the club rules or he’d make her pay for a membership, same thing he’d done for Derek and Laura before they’d started working there.
Cora started working in the club last year when she was eighteen, mostly during the school year when she had to be in class in the day, but the bartenders in the main lounge room knew not to give her alcohol or they’d get one single warning before they’re fired. Peter was generous, and stated that their one warning was that they must have forgotten Cora was underage and not just giving her drinks because she’s pretty.
Believe it or not, he took the club very seriously, and he didn’t want his pack thinking they could take advantage of the rules just because they were related to him. He hired them because they were good at this, and had put in the time for training and learning the business, not because he was into nepotism.
Stiles followed after her with more pathetic puppy noises -he had to walk and stand right now and it wasn’t really working for him and he kinda wish he’d just taken the pills instead because this was torture- and Malia lead him into the main lounge room while Laura went to a hallway off to the side, heading back to where her and Derek worked together. The hallway was actually pretty massive and curved around to the back of the building where it had dozens more rooms. Some public rooms for showing, some private ones they could rent, and about a dozen or so specialized rooms for specific kinks.
Peter had the loft above the club, big enough to hold half the pack at once, but it was pretty much mostly him and a few others at any given time. It was nice up there. You could tell Peter was really invested in the club. He loved the place.
Malia’s favorite room was the puppy room. She went there sometimes when she was stressed out, and Cora worked there when she was on duty, since she said she wanted to be a pet owner. It was nice, and her cousins were all great, but Cora understood her need to bark at things and get scritches.
It was a nice room. She wasn’t fully sure if Stiles would like it there though. Well, he probably would, because he was like her most of the time, but she wasn’t sure he would fit there.
Peter was sitting on one of the couches in the lounge, the room dreadfully empty while he went through the month’s reports Talia had given him a couple hours back.
After the fire, the pack had been thankful beyond words for his help, but it had grated on Talia’s mind a little that she couldn’t provide for her pack in that time. So Peter had her come work for him as his book keeper. She went to college for accounting -like the nerd she was- and she had grasped onto that line with both hands. Ten years later, and she honestly liked that work. It kept the majority of her time free for pack business, but it let her let go of that need to be completely in charge whenever she had to ask Peter for help with something, because he wasn’t paying her, so she could sit comfortably knowing that she was just getting what she was owed when she needed the help.
Peter had never had a better relationship with his sister before, and it honestly shocked him how much better he understood her now. He just wished he’d figured her out before the fire. They had so many years of actually liking each other to catch up on. Honestly loving and wanting to be around Talia was still a new feeling sometimes. He used to think it was just because he was a Dom, and he didn’t want to bow to any alpha. Now he realizes that just isn’t true.
He looked up from his reports when a fast heartbeat entered the room, raising an eyebrow as his niece dragged in a kid the same age as her, who seemed like a little bunny with how fast his heart beat. He looked like a walking zombie, feet dragging a little while he made pathetic noises.
This must be Stiles, Malia’s ADHD packmate that she insisted was honestly so perfect and amazing that he almost made her wish she was interested in men.
And he looked terrible . Adorable, with a cute little upturned nose and moles, but like he hasn’t slept in a month.
Malia led him over to the couch and made him sit down right next to Peter. “Stiles, this is Uncle Peter. He’ll… fix you.”
Peter raised an incredulous eyebrow at the girl, looking a little horrified at the words and about to tell her that’s not how this works , before he could hear Laura let out a snorting little giggle from a full hallway away. He sighed, turning to Stiles, who curled up next to him on the couch and leaned against his arm. He put the files back in his folder and closed it with a little sigh. Malia took the folder from him and stood up again. “I’ll go put these in your dropbox, you deal with that.”
She left. As much as she loved the boy, she understood that this was Stiles’s game now. He could either fall asleep on this couch -at which point she’ll probably come back to carry him up to Peter’s apartment and steal a bed there- or he could finally get his answers. It was a Wednesday, and Cora was in the puppy room. That’s where she would be.
Peter turned a little when he could feel Stiles nuzzling into him, and wondered his awake the kid was. He wouldn’t be getting to sleep with that fast heart, that’s for sure.
“So… I’m to fix you…”
Stiles rolled his head a little, making a curious noise. “Are all werecreatures hot?”
Peter paused, honestly thinking that over. “Hot?”
Stiles let out a vague little mumble, to jumbled to really understand, before pulling his face out of Peter’s bicep. “Malia is like a heated blanket, your arm is just as hot. Scott’s hugs are what it feels like to open the oven door while standing over it and it burns.”
Peter nodded with a little ‘ahh’ sound. “Um, yes, that’s a were thing I suppose. I’m Peter Hale, by the way.”
Stiles nodded back, looking dazed and sleepy. “Malia told me you know about BDSM.”
Peter nodded again, turning to watch him. “Yes, this is a club for it. Which I own.”
Stiles let out a little sigh, pulling his legs up under him. “Does it hurt?”
Peter seemed shocked by that. “Well, no, it doesn’t have to hurt. Some people like it to hurt, but it doesn’t have to hurt unless you want it to, and if it hurts when you don’t want it to, it’s not being done right.”
Stiles let out a little relieved sigh. “What ways are there to do it other than hitting?”
Peter winced at the way he put it, but this kid was too far past exhausted to really make much sense at this point.
“Well, there’s a lot of ways to to it without pain. Some subs like taking orders from their Doms, just doing what they ask of them. Some like being tied up in various forms of bondage. Some people like pet play, or ageplay. There are lots of ways to make it… not hurt.”
Stiles nodded a little more than necessary, elbow propped up on the top of the couch cushion, and his eyes closed. He blinked them open when Peter didn’t say anything for a while, and Peter honestly wondered if this kid was okay.
“Okay, so, can those help me sleep?”
Peter was quiet for a bit. Oh god, when did this kid last sleep? Malia said he had issues with it, but this was a little extreme to be honest. Maybe he’s really just that exhausted right now.
He stood up from the couch, holding his hand out to help the kid up. “You know what, how about I show you the backrooms. They’re nice and safe, no sex, no pain, you can see if anything catches your interest. They could help you get to sleep if used in the right way, to help you calm down.”
The kid blearily stumbled along after him, still making sad puppy noises, and it clenched at Peter’s heart and made him want to swaddle him in a big blanket and carry him off to sleep. He’s not sure his attempt would be un welcome, but he wasn’t about to try without asking first.
The first six rooms were completely empty, and the next two rooms both had pain play going on in them, so Peter gently guided Stiles past where he could hear flogging going on in one room, and spanking in another, to where a nice Domme about his age was tying up a male sub about Stiles’s age, running her hands through his soft hair while she did. He looked blissed out and relaxed. Stiles watched them curiously before Peter gentle tugged him along to get to their first kink room.
It was the puppy room, where Malia was looking sleepy in a puppy bed and Cora was petting her. Stiles made a soft little noise and stumbled into the room over to her, sitting down next to the puppy bed with a sigh, reaching out so he could card his fingers through her hair like he knew she loved. She nipped at his fingers in a gentle welcome, and nuzzled sleepily down into the soft bed.
Stiles seemed content with that and went about getting back up, before finding he really couldn’t with his weak tired muscles, and Peter came back over to give him a hand up before he just gave up and decided he lived on the floor now.
Maybe if it was his choice, but it would be unkind to leave the poor little human stranded on the ground.
There was a slightly more strange room next door, the human doll room. It had lots of dress up stuff, dresses and make up, things to make your human doll look nice and pretty so you could play with them. Peter personally avoided the room cause it made him feel squirmy, but it was popular with a few of the patrons, and as much as he personally couldn’t do it, he understood it was important to them.
He avoided that room now, because he had the feeling it wouldn’t be Stiles’s thing either, just based off what Malia had told them all about him. And she talked about him more often than she didn’t.
If it turned out he was into that he could come back later, but Peter would be terrible at explaining it all to him.
The next room was designed for sensory deprivation. It mainly had a tank and some towels, with a little bathroom to wash off before you went in connected. Across the hall was the second part of the deprivation section with blindfolds and earphones, things they could use for a more specific sensory play.
Stiles looked into the room with the tank and let out a shudder at the sight of it. “I don’t like water in my ears.”
He obviously knew what the tank was for and didn’t want any part of that. That’s okay. Water mixed with this level of exhaustion would be a bad idea anyways.
They passed by other rooms, and Stiles asked quiet little questions about all of them before moving on. If they made it through them all without Stiles’s finding something he was interested in, Peter just planned on taking him through the locked door at the end of the hallway and up the stairs to his apartment to try and convince him to sleep. He didn’t care if he had to pet his head and wrap him in a blanket to do it, this damn kid needed to close his eyes before he passed out.
In fact, he looked like he could use a couple night’s sleep without going to his classes for a few days. Peter could feel himself getting protective over him, this was Malia’s packmate, so he was pack too, and Talia would get raised hackles at the idea of one of her pack looking so sickly like this, a little dizzy with how out of it he was, a little weepy with how tired he couldn’t help but be.
They got to the end of the hallway to Peter’s personal favorite rooms. The ageplay rooms. The nursery was on the right from Peter’s stairwell door, and the playroom was to the left. The room to the left was closed, but it didn’t have a sign on it, so Peter just gave a quiet little knock before opening the door.
Erica, Boyd and Isaac were inside. Isaac was sitting on Boyd’s lap while the man quietly read him a story while Erica -who was muh bigger than Isaac, who was only two, and she was six- sat on the floor in front of the toychest playing with Batman and Robin figures.
He turned to Stiles, waiting for the next question that he always seemed to have over new rooms, but he didn’t get any of the ones he was expecting.
“Is that Batman? I wanna see.”
Stiles stumbled into the room, collapsing onto the plush carpet in front of the toychest next to Erica, looking through the toychest curiously till he found a Joker figure, his whole face lighting up delightedly.
Erica let out a giggle, pointing at Stiles’s pajama pants. “Daddy, he has Batman pants. I want Batman pants.”
Stiles looked down at his pants and let out an almost manic giggle, poking them. “Batman is cool. I love him.”
Erica nodded, humming pleasantly while Boyd ran his hand he wasn’t holding Isaac and the book with through her hair. Peter came in and sat at one of the chairs around the craft table, watching them with an elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. What are the chances, right?
“Batman is so awesome. My favorite is Wonder Woman though.”
Peter just sat there and listened to Erica and Stiles chatter on all about DC characters and how much they loved them. Boyd was gently rocking Isaac on the rocking chair, the man was about half asleep, thumb tucked into his mouth while he snoozed on his daddy’s shoulder.
Stiles seemed perfectly content, if a bit manic and giggly from being so exhausted, but very happy to be chattering away while he played with figures with Erica.
Maybe Stiles would fit in here. If he did, there would be no stopping Peter and Talia from absorbing him into the pack as a whole. He would be one of their pack humans by the end of the week.
Should they call Claudia and the sheriff to formally ask them about that? Stiles was twenty, but Peter is pretty sure they’re both old blood Polish and might have some issues with Stiles formally joining a pack without prior notice… no, John and Claudia are both pretty liberal… but he should call them... just in case.
He was already pretty sure Stiles was going to be a part of their pack.
Isaac let out the sweetest little yawn about an hour into Stiles and Erica’s geek out session, making Boyd nuzzle into his neck, covering him in soothing scents and calm aura. Boyd was good at calm. He sat up in the rocker and said in a quiet voice, “Erica, sweetie, it’s time that we get going. Baby brother is sleepy and you have class tomorrow.”
Erica made a sad little noise, but she was a generally pleasant little girl in her headspace, so she sighed, and turned to Stiles -her new best friend- and handed him the Batman and Robin figures, before crushing him in a tight werewolf hug, making the other giggle a little. They chatted on for a bit while Boyd stood with the baby on his hip, talking with Peter while they said their goodbyes.
Boyd quietly gave an aside to Peter, asking if he could ask Stiles for his phone number or contact info later, since he needed more littles for Erica to play with that have the same interests, and Peter just nodded and said he’d pass it along when Stiles was… well he said that when Stiles was big again, but he meant that when Stiles had had more sleep and could think rationally again he would ask if he wanted to text Erica or maybe go on playdates with her at some point.
If Stiles was to get absorbed into the pack, he’d be seeing them all eventually anyways.
When the three of them were gone, Stiles let out a massive yawn, reaching up to tiredly fist at his eyes, looking sleepy and way too cute before letting out a high tired whine, going right back into exhausted.
But… his heartbeat was slower, he was fidgeting less, he was even breathing more stable. Okay, maybe this did work for him?
Stiles turned so he was on his hands and knees, crawling the few feet over to where Peter was still sitting and leaning against his leg with a little whine.
Peter reached down and ran his fingers through his soft hair. “Hey there, sweetheart, you tired?”
Stiles nodded with another whine. He seemed to be down to basic noises as communication right now. It was utterly charming. Were babies tended to communicate like that too, and it made Peter’s chest clench tight at the thought of Stiles acting like a cub.
Peter sighed, letting him lean against him while he pet at him for a few more minutes. Stiles didn’t seem to rouse any so he took a gamble with the next steps.
Across the hallway was a nursery, with a changing table and some cribs -three of them, since that’s the most baby aged littles they’ve ever had at once- and pajamas on loan in case any of them needed those, but Stiles was Malia’s packmate, and so Maila would want him to sleep with her when she eventually wandered up from her session with Cora, so he should really bring Stiles upstairs to Malia’s usual room so he could sleep there.
But, he didn’t want to rouse the boy any. He cooed down at him, getting his attention with soft clicks and a rumbling purr coming from his chest, making Stiles watch him curiously.
“Can I pick you up?”
Stiles didn’t even seem to think that over, as soon as it registered he was nodding. Malia picked him up sometimes, because she was massively strong and liked manhandling him, and it always made him feel soft and cared for inside. He loved it so much. He gave a little sigh when Peter stood up and reached down to get his hands around Stiles’s chest, a little awkward for a moment till the man had an arm under his butt and around his back. Stiles wrapped his legs around Peter’s waist like he’d seen the other boy Isaac doing, so he was sitting on his hip like that. It had looked comfortable.
It was comfortable.
He sighed again and laid his head on Peter’s shoulder, cuddling into him. Peter just stood there and swayed with him for a minute, reveling in the feeling of a nice warm body in his arms, completely trusting him to take care of him in that moment. It was heady for him as well.
He sighed and pulled out his apartment key from his back pocket with a little sigh, moving out of the nursery with a renewed purpose. He unlocked the apartment stairwell before going in. In the morning a cleaning worker would come through and fix up all the rooms that had been used today so they were safe and germ free, so he just left the playroom how it was. Besides, Stiles had been a good boy and remembered to put away almost all the toys he used.
His dropbox was on the back of his apartment stairwell door, but he ignored the account files Malia had dropped in it for him and just started on up the stairs with Stiles’s snuffling little breaths in his ear. The kid was utterly calm as they moved towards the unknown. Completely trusting.
It was precious .
Malia’s room in his apartment was across the hallway from the kitchen, because the girl was ruled entirely by her nose and stomach for basically all her needs, and she had a nice big bed to nest in while she was staying with him, so Peter took Stiles there.
Stiles whine a little as being pulled off the nice warm werewolf’s body, but he let himself be set down on the bed, not even complaining when Peter reached down to take off his shoes and pull the covers over him. Peter laid down next to him, on top of the covers as he got Stiles comfortable underneath. He carded his hand through soft hair again. “Hey there, you think you can close those eyes for me?”
Stiles made an honest effort to try, letting out a little sigh as he did, body going boneless against the bed as he relaxed back into the soft mattress.
It took a few more minutes of hair stroking and gentle scenting for it to happen, but Peter knew as soon as the boy was passed out in the bed, his heartbeat going slow and steady for once, muscles lax all over.
Peter reached under the covers to gently pull Stiles’s phone out of his sweater pocket, and set the thing on silent, putting it on the bedside table before standing up again.
Yeah, he’s definitely going to make sure Talia gets the message, that Stiles is pack. He’s theirs . They’re keeping him.