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❛ snow globes are my favourite christmas item, ❜ scott - 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 spoke softly . shaking up the globe &. eyes locking on the fake snow that danced around the mini him within the glass . a fond smile breaks out on face , eyes raising to look at the other , gentleness lingering behind beady blues ; a restless love , a sparkling light behind them , the same you can find on the thin layer of ice on freshly fallen snow ❛ i can't explain why , there is just something magical regarding them - more so than other christmas ornaments . perhaps it has much to do with that behind this small , tiny glass - a whole story is within it , waiting to be told ❜ a heart beat later , he holds it out for the other to take , movement slow &. steady , grip on the item light as he fears one little grip would shatter ❛ here , take it ❜

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . SCOTT CALVIN / SANTA | NON MUTUALS CAN RESPOND .

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the smile never budges from lips , though it softens in the corner to something more thoughtful ; ❛ i'm okay ❜ scott repeats , not able to run from the angry ball of guilt that claws inside his chest as his eyes trailed over his nephew . if there is one thing that hasn't changed through the years , it's the struggle scott had merely opening up about his position . keeping who he is hidden seemed like the right thing to do , it still does - his reasoning still makes sense . yet everything had to come to an end , especially a lie . he wasn't fond of the notion of calling this a lie , but . . . it was , wasn't it ? it was merely far more elaborate than your avarage one . a rumble forms in his chest as a quiet , yet genuine chuckle scrapes at the side of his throat - the supernatural , apparently , touches each corner of the family - throwing them into the deep end , scott had arguably had the far more pleasant experience ; sure , there have been a far more than a few hiccups , but in comparison to what stiles has undoubtably witness ; it must be complete paradise .

❛ i wasn't there for you , stiles &. i'm sorry ❜ scott has always been a mess - throwing himself into work , unable to pull himself away even if the world was turning into dust . he was awful - an awful father , an awful uncle - it seemed that once taking a step back , he noticed the very obvious pattern that him &. family simply didn't mix well ; but he's trying to change , trying to make things right no matter how much time has passed . he takes a step forward , hands cupping stiles' face , gloved thumbs swiping over his cheeks where his hands failed to completely rid of the tear trail ❛ &. we do , i hope i'm able to provide you with the answers you've been searching for . ❜ he squeezes stiles' face between palms , playful , letting them drop by sides once more . there's a slight awkwardness that takes over , so he falls back on old faithful &. hopes it's the right move .

❛ how about we do this over some hot coco &. christmas cookies ? ❜

Stiles is almost reluctant as he takes it. Scott...is his uncle on his mother's side. He had thought that his uncle was ill just like his mother had been. Had gone crazy and would soon end up dying. But that was a long time ago. Scott had 'recovered', moved to 'Canada' and...well now he was learning his uncle was actually Santa Clause.

He wants to say 'holy shit' but he feels he can't actually use those words in front of Santa. Surely not.

And really, after dealing with supernatural creatures like werewolves from the time he was sixteen...and even making a joke about being an Abominable Snowman to someone trying to kill him...well...somehow this doesn't surprise him.

He looks at the snow globe now clutched in his hands, shakes it a bit, and sees the sleight with his uncle in it, flying around.

"Somehow, this doesn't surprise me."

Tears start to glisten in his eyes.

"I thought you were sick. I thought you were going to die like mom. But you're not sick. You're okay."

He brushed tears from his eyes with one hand, holding the globe close to his chest.

"We have so much to talk about. So much."