Secret Santa; The pack didn’t want to put Peter’s name in there too, but Peter managed to smuggle it in anyways. It’s Stiles who gets his name, naturally, and now he’s stumped as to what to get Peter, until, *the best idea eva* hits him: “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies”—the perfect book for the zombie wolf who also seems to love reading (not that Stiles has noticed or anything *cough cough*)…
It was just Stiles’ luck, drawing a card with Peter’s name on it.
He wasn’t exactly clear how the name got into the pool, he’d bet his Jeep that Scott didn’t even consider putting Peter in it when he proposed they do a Secret Santa as ways to bond as a pack. Either thinking him too old to participate in it, or not necessary for bonding.
As it was though, Stiles might be the only one who wouldn’t have a problem gift shopping. If only because he actually already had a gift prepared.
It wasn’t that he had intended to get something for Peter. It was just—-
They had gotten closer over the last few years, what with constantly being the ones to research the monster of the week, Stiles begging Peter for books or information until the wolf just gave in and helped Stiles with saving the day.
There were late nights and oceans of coffee involved, fights that turned from snarking, to bickering, and finally to inside jokes. There was mutual respect and Peter slipping in innuendo after innuendo until Stiles flirted right back with his special brand of dirty humor.
It had been a bit of an impulsive response when he had found the book on Amazon, his thoughts immediately drifting to Peter and imagining the exact eye roll Peter would present him with when handed the book.
He had been paying for the book before he had had a chance to think twice about it.
He definitely hadn’t planned to even hand it over with the rest of the pack in the room. His plan had simply involved leaving the thing at Peter’s doorstep or somehow slipping it into Peter’s jacket when the werewolf was busy taunting one of Stiles’ friends.
Now that he had the excuse, though, it was ridiculously perfect.
It did maybe make the gift less special, in Stiles’ mind, since it wouldn’t be a gesture anymore but rather Stiles playing along with the Secret Santa. But it was probably better this way.
There were moments when he thought that he and Peter were on the verge of becoming something more, moments of tension, of touches that lingered, of Peter or Stiles standing too close for it to be anything but intentional. Of Peter smiling at Stiles’ antics almost fondly.
How much of it was sincere interest on Peter’s part though, Stiles couldn’t be sure.
He didn’t really worry about it much, not on most days, but when faced with Christmas gift exchanges Stiles’ mind seemed intent on circling around the issue of whether Peter wanted Stiles or not.
It made him nervous to a point where he almost went out to buy a more generic gift, like a mug, or a shovel, a wolf-keychain, or something.
But then his gaze would turn to where the original gift was lying, already wrapped in moon-themed paper (Stiles couldn’t help himself) and topped with a bow, and he thought what if and maybe.
He was so worried about his gift for Peter that he never spared a thought to ponder who’d be the lucky person to have to buy a present for him.
Stiles knew he was grinning like a madman, but he couldn’t and honestly didn’t want to curb it at all.
This was the best, most fantastic gift ever.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it and Kira looking over his shoulder and cooing at it wasn’t helping at all.
“C’mon, put it on!” she nudged him in the side and he laughed, batting her hand away.
“Okay, okay! God, your nails are sharp.”
He carefully lifted the hat from the box, taking a moment to turn it around in his hands to catch every single detail of it. He could see Derek rolling his eyes at him from the corner of his eye, clearly not amused by the gift at all.
Stiles couldn’t care less about the grumpy wolf’s opinion at the moment.
Finally, he pulled the hat on his head and looked at the room at large, a huge, wolfish grin on his face.
Someone bought him a wolf hat!
And not just any wolf hat, mind you. It was plush and warm, gray, with big ears and flaps so long he could wrap them around his neck and use them as a scarf. Which he did immediately and turned to Kira so she could take a picture with her phone.
“You can use the flaps as more than just a scarf,” Peter piped up and suddenly Stiles knew who exactly got him his amazing hat.
The name lottery had to have been rigged. It had to be. But it didn’t stop Stiles from smiling at Peter, his heart jumping excitedly when Peter smiled back and it wasn’t his usual edged smirk, but something much gentler and warmer.
Feeling his cheeks heat up, he broke eye contact with Peter and unwrapped the flaps, laughing giddily when he noticed that they had pockets he could hide his hands in. Pushing his hands inside he stood up and spread his arms, his fingers toasty warm and covered.
He refused to take the hat off for the rest of the evening.
It wasn’t until the pack party died down a little that Stiles got to talk to Peter. He found him in the kitchen, sitting at the table with the book Stiles had bought him, busy reading with a slight curve of his lips.
In all his excitement Stiles had completely forgotten about his nerves over his gift for the werewolf, mostly because he had missed Peter opening it. It seemed, though, that all his worry was pointless.
Stiles dropped his plate in the sink and approached the table, pulling out the chair next to Peter and plopping down. “Do you like it?”
Peter closed the book and looked up to raise one perfect brow at Stiles, “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies,” he drawled, the ‘really, Stiles’ heavily implied.
“Don’t front, I’ve already caught you looking through it and I know you love things like this,” he said with a grin. He knew he was right, too. He had caught Peter laughing over books like this more than once. “You’ll read the whole thing and enjoy every second of it.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” was Peter’s reply, but he was smiling at Stiles. The very same fond smile he had given Stiles earlier in the day, when he first put on his hat.
The fluffy wolf was still perched on Stiles’ head, a little askew from Kira and Erica playfully tugging at the flaps only moments ago. Stiles didn’t mind though, because Peter reached out a hand and tugged the hat into place, smoothed down the side of the hat, his thumb brushing Stiles’ cheek.
Stiles had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from blurting out something stupid, from asking questions he didn’t really need to voice anymore.
Not when Peter was leaning in to answer them all.
This is the very last of the sxp drabbles. I hope you enjoyed them. Merry Christmas everyone!