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AU with drawnhere - After the fire

[Peter only half focuses on the fear he feels from Jordan. His mate has a dangerous job, sometimes he gets scared and Peter learned to ignore these for the sake of his leftover sanity. Though this time it goes on and gets more intense, it isn't just a scare. It's more than that.

The wolf swallows and moves from the couch to quickly get his clothes, just to check out what can it be. And then he feels his whole body burning.

Burning.

Peter's knees almost give out at the overwhelming sensation and it takes him a second to realize it's not him. It's Jordan. He hesitates before he finally moves again, because if this means what he thinks it does, he's not sure if he's ready. But his body practically moves without his will and he's out of the house in no time.

As Peter runs he tries to cling to what he can feel through the bond, just to lose it. For a second. There is nothing there... and Peter feels his mind shutting down. He's only half aware that he's running and the next thing he knows he's opening the door of Derek's loft with too much force. Peter barely knows why he's actually here, but then he spots Jordan and he's wondering if this is real of not.]

Jordan..?

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How about... [Peter starts softly, toweling Jordan's hair.] I give you a shirt and you lay down, while I make sure you have something to eat when you get hungry? And then I'll join you. [He mutters, leaning over to nuzzle at Jordan and kiss his lips. Finally, his scent is back and his skin is alive and he's with Peter and the wolf just buries his face into his neck. Maybe they both are still in shock.]

That sounds perfect. [Jordan wraps his arms around Peter and presses close. He wants Peter's scent on him instead of smoke and ash.] Don't take too long, okay? I don't need anything fancy to eat. I just need you.

[Sleeping with Peter would be better but he could wait until his mate returned to him in bed.]

[Peter smiles just a little, holding onto Jordan.] Don't worry, I won't. But I really can't rest until I know all your needs will be satisfied. [He sighs and leads them to the bedroom to dress them both up. Of course he wants to lay down and cuddle up with his mate desperately, but making food, or feeding his mate is actually just reassuring that they are alive. Food is connected to being alive and while Peter is slightly embarrassed of this, he really can't rest until he knows that there is something edible waiting for Jordan. Something that he made even. If he could he'd go and hunt some rabbit or deer, but of course he can stop his instincts there.]

Just rest and I'll come back soon. [Peter assures once again, kissing Jordan before he attempts to get to the kitchen and make some salad from the leftovers and vegetables.]

[Peter's shirt is a little wider in the shoulders than his but it's exactly what he needs right now. When he curls up in bed he has Peter's scent surrounding him and their scent from the bed. He's safe and home, surrounded by familiar sights and scents.

He falls into an exhausted sleep in seconds, needing it after the emotional and physical turmoil of coming back from the dead. His body instinctively curls towards Peter's side of the bed, seeking out his mate.]

[Peter actually keeps listening to Jordan's heartbeat even from the kitchen. It's like he's afraid of letting it go and maybe waking up from a dream into a nightmare which happened to him so many times before.

He makes some pasta salad, throwing out stuff that's close to expiring. Which is silly, yes, taken the circumstances, but he can not have spoiled food around.

After Peter's sure that they have food for later he goes back to his mate, as he promised. He wonders how he would have bolted just a few weeks ago, but right now it's almost agony to see Jordan in that bed alone, almost disappearing in his shirt even. He's not small, but he looks small right now and Peter's heart is breaking. He's slowly sliding into bed next to Jordan, just moving close and watching him, he doubts he'll be able to sleep for a while. ]

[Jordan stirs when Peter joins him in bed, just enough to realize it's him. He smiles sleepily and inches closer until he's pressed against Peter's chest. He puts an arm over him, clutches the back of his shirt and makes sure they're tangled together.

He'll sleep easier now. He knows that if Peter's near he's safe. Peter wouldn't let anything hurt him. Whatever he is, at least he'll have Peter.]

[Peter holds Jordan tight, making him sure that he feels safe, because that's what his mate needs. They both do. He wishes he could sleep, but his mind is too riled up, his limbs are ready to pounce. But he tries to focus on Jordan's hands and his breath against him. The guy who can't be damaged by flames. Peter feels a kind of irony here, but he tries not to think too much about it.]

[Eventually Peter's restlessness gets to Jordan. He can feel it through their bond. He nuzzles closer and kisses over his heart.]

What can I do for you? [He rubs his hand up and down his back, trying to help his mate.] What do you need?

[Peter actually chuckles low in his throat at that. The kiss over his heart makes his chest ache more as he cradles the back of Jordan's neck, kissing the top of his head. His real answer of 'just never leave' sounds too damn cheesy to Peter's ears, so he goes with his other one.]

I just want you to rest. I'll be fine, go back to sleep.

It's hard when you're so restless.

[He knows this has to be hard for both of them but Peter with his history of fire and losing everything, Jordan can understand why he's so worked up.]

Talk to me. Tell me what I can do.

[Peter sighs, looking at somewhere on the wall in deep thought. While he's always talking and he's good with words, he's awful with really talking. With words that are actually saying something.]

You can maybe do one little thing. [He mutters, absently stroking Jordan's neck with his fingers.] Just stay, maybe forever. It's really all I want from you.

I planned on that. [He draws back and kisses Peter deeply.] You know, when we get married I want to change my name. How does Jordan Hale sound to you?

[They haven't talked much about their plans for the future, not the details of them. Jordan's more than ready after dying. He wants to move forward and live now that he's got the chance.]

[Peter smiles and kisses back, his fingers sliding into Jordan's hair. Though his fingers stop as he falls speechless at his mate's words. All his air escapes him once again. They indeed don't talk about the future much, mostly because Peter isn't really sure he has one.]

Jordan Hale... [He whispers as if tasting the name, looking at his mate. A familiar fear grips him along with awful giddiness. It sounds bittersweet to his ears, actually.] You'd take up a cursed name like that?

True love always breaks the curse. [He smiles softly, not surprised to see Peter's reaction. His mate doesn't know how to handle it when Jordan turns loving like this.] I want to take your name. I don't think it's cursed. I don't think you're cursed.

[Peter is going to have to get used to a future though. Jordan's going to push for one. He wants that future and Peter's going to be part of it.]

True love, huh. [Peter chuckles a little. He's indeed awful at this, yet he's glad to see that smile on his mate. It seems like he's going to be fine... maybe.]

Are you serious? [He asks in a whisper, his hand caressing Jordan's cheek. This man would take his name. The name that brought all this despair to them, to Derek, Cora... Malia even, and someone would choose it just for Peter. And build a future with him.]

Do you even know me, Jordan? [Peter shakes his head, looking at the man fondly.]

It certainly feels that way. [Though they had a rough start when they first started this Jordan didn't think it would become this, something that consumed his life and fulfilled it.]

Peter, of course I'm serious. I wouldn't make an offer like that lightly. [He leans into Peter's touch sighing softly. He wouldn't give up his name just because. He wants to be Peter's husband, he wants to be Jordan Hale.]

I know a lot about you. I'm not ignorant.

[Peter doesn't answer, but he agrees. He just wanted power, wanted to tie a witch to himself and look how it turned out. If he knew this he probably wouldn't have started anything. But they are here now and Jordan is his damned sun...]

Jordan Hale. [Peter repeats it again, because his mate is serious. His heartbeat is steady and Peter wonders if he's crazy or brave. Maybe both, and Peter has to realize he wouldn't take him in any other way. His throat tightens as he continues in a rough voice, moving closer.] I have to admit it has a pretty sound to it.

And you still don't think I'm cursed? [He mutters, because at this point Jordan is probably the one knowing him the most. He knows almost everything and Peter is willing to share. And it's scary.]

[Jordan pushes Peter on to his back and slides on top of him, sitting up in his lap. He makes sure Peter is looking at him because he wants him to see he's serious.]

You're not cursed, Peter. Life has been cruel and unfair to you but that's not a curse. [He runs his fingers through Peter's hair, slow and gently.] I'm staying. You're stuck with me.

[Peter grunts as Jordan moves, his limbs tense for a second. He'll probably never get rid of this paranoia of something is out to get him. But he settles fast at the touch, looking up at his mate.]

The curse is that I'll never forget it and it defines my life. [He whispers quietly, maybe being a bit overwhelmed by Jordan. His heartbeat picks up a little even and damn it, Peter hates being in love this much. He puts his hands on Jordan's thighs, stroking slowly.]

I warn you over and over again and you're still here... I start to think you're just as insane as me at this point. [He smiles a little and leans over to kiss Jordan, sliding an arm around his waist to pull him closer.] I'm glad you're here.

Yeah, trauma does that to a person. I'll never forget the war. I'll never forget what happened to me tonight. [He leans in and nuzzles Peter's neck because he can. No one else can get that close.] It doesn't mean I'm going to run from it.

Maybe I am. Love makes you crazy. [He wouldn't stay if Peter did something truly evil, something unforgivable but so far, all he's seen he can live with.] I'm glad I'm here with you.

I'm not exactly running either. [Peter mutters, nuzzling back. He's not running, he's not. He's preparing so something like this won't happen again.]

This crazy? [He chuckles a little, pressing his forehead against Jordan's.] So stay. Until... death do us apart. [He can't help but smile a bit sadly at that, talking about dramatic. Then he moves to kiss Jordan again.] I want to make love to you.

I know. [If Peter was going to run then he would have long before now.]

This crazy. [He smiles lovingly at Peter.] I do. [Dramatic but true. He's staying and Peter's going to have to accept it.] Be gentle. I don't have much energy right now.

You will know when I'm ready. [Peter smirks, because oh, he has plans. And they are invincible, he's prepared.]

I'd never hurt you, you know that. [He smiles and kisses into Jordan's neck. Peter wants to bite him, but he won't. He knows that his mate is shaken and maybe weak. Maybe he's still recovering.] I can wait until you're more ready for it.

I'm buying you a ring anyway. As soon as you're ready we're going married. [After dying like that Jordan doesn't want to waste any more time. He's going to get married and they'll be together.]

I know. [A day of rest and he'll be ready for sexual intimacy. He needs more time.] Thank you. I'm still wiped out

I'll try to settle my things soon then. [Peter smirks, utterly fond of his mate and thinking just how cute he can be sometimes.] Any ideas of the wedding? Guests? Decoration? Honeymoon? I'm afraid you already have the whole thing planned out in your head.

I can see. [He smiles a little leaning in to kiss his mate again. Of course he will give him all the time he needs.] Can't rest because of me? [Peter asks in a sigh, stroking Jordan's waist absently.]

AU with drawnhere - After the fire

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