#chris is BULLYING scott

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 12: The Boy who cried Gator.

Day 8

Scott tore though the woods, refusing to stop to catch his breath or look behind him. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was away from that fucking monster in the woods.

The ginger boy gasped for air as he ran, stumbling as he shoved through low-hanging branches and bushes. How long had that thing been there, and why did it look so humanoid? Could it have been an unlucky intern? No, none of that mattered. Scott had to tell the others! That thing was big enough to pick them all off one by one and eat them!!

Scott emerged from the forest, covered in dirt and scratches. He saw his castmates standing near the dock and rushed over, but he tripped over a rock and landed flat on his face in front of them.

"False alarm, campers! Scott is NOT dead as we all thought! He's all gross-looking like a corpse, though." Chris cackled. "Anyways, let me finish explaining your challenge for today!"

"No, no, no!! Wait a second!!" Scott quickly got to his feet.

"I need to tell you guys something! We are all in DANGER."

"Scott, we've been in danger since we set foot on this island. Our situation can't get much worse." Mike rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by whatever prank Scott might be pulling.

"Please, this is serious!" Scott pleaded.

"Hey, maybe we should listen to dust bunny over here." Jo pointed out.

The campers turned their attention to Scott, waiting to hear what he had to say. Chris tapped his foot impatiently and scowled at the ginger.

"I saw something in the woods, it was a mutant!"

"Seriously, Scott? We KNOW there are mutants on this island. Seeing some weird critter in the woods is old news." Zoey looked a little annoyed.

"No, it was HUGE, and green, a-and scaly!!"

"Congrats, you saw a big, nasty swamp gator. Whoop whoop, everyone give Scott a round of applause for his excellent observations!" Chris spoke in a mocking tone, clapping his hands slowly.

Scott's face flushed bright red from embarrassment as he shoved his hands in his pockets and took his place in the line of campers. How stupid of him to think that the others would actually believe him, he was known for lying and scheming! Scott desperately looked at Jo and Lightning, they'd believe him, right? Maybe?

Wrong. Jo glared at him and shook her head, Lightning didn't even glance at him. Well, sucks to be them. If they went into the forest, they'd be toast. Scott had the upper hand here.

Geoff cautiously wandered the forest with the baby gopher in his arms. What did gophers eat, anyways? Were they herbivores or omnivores? He regretted not paying attention in biology class, he didn't know that info would actually come in handy! The gopher sniffled and squirmed in his arms, it was getting hard to hold on to that thing. Geoff knelt down and carefully placed the animal on the ground. The gopher immediately began to sniff the ground and waddle around. Did it know something he didn't? Geoff watched as the gopher stopped and started burrowing into the ground, it seemed to be searching for something. Geoff's questions were quickly answered when the gopher pulled a large, thick root out of the ground and immediately started chowing down. The little munchkin was a herbivore, noted.

Geoff knelt next to the gopher and pet it while it ate, humming a quiet tune. He'd have to go hunt for his own meal later.

Ezekiel was panicking. Geoff was gone, he left his stuff behind, and there were signs of a cave-in. He hoped the other boy hadn't been crushed. The small mutant charged through the vast tunnels and caverns, looking for any clue as to where Geoff had gone. Without looking where he was going, he ran right off a rocky ledge into a pool of clear, blue water. Ezekiel gasped and coughed as he waded to the surface and let his vision adjust to the cave's lighting. He hadn't been in this area before, it was beautiful....

The water glowed a faint blue, along with the crystal formations along the walls, illuminating the cave to an extent.

Ezekiel instantly knew he had to show Geoff this wondrous cave. Maybe they could have a party just for the two of them.

Zeke's thoughts were interrupted when his keen eyes spotted a long, blonde hair drifting on the surface of the water.

Geoff had been here.

He had to keep looking.

He scrambled out of the water and inspected the ground for more clues. His brief inspection revealed large claw marks in the stone, these had to belong to Geoff.

Okay, all he had to do was follow the claw marks in the stone, and then he'd be able to find Geoff. Simple, right?

Ezekiel knew Geoff's scent well, and these caverns carried the faintest trace of it. Not enough to follow, but enough to know Geoff had been here. The claw marks were his biggest lead, and he needed to keep following them.

Zeke would find Geoff one way or another, he knew the mutant boy was large and powerful enough to take down any possible predators, but he couldn't save himself from being crushed by rocks. If he was too late, and if Geoff had died in a cave-in, he'd never forgive himself. Ezekiel hated to imagine Geoff's possible final moments, alone and scared as his bones were crushed by the collapsing cave walls, unable to cry out as the darkness engulfed him.

Ezekiel growled.

No, he'd find Geoff, and he would be ALIVE. He'd bring Geoff back to their cozy little cave and curl up in his arms, relaxing as the sound of Geoff's heartbeat echoes through his ears.

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[mangora]

Something I think about a lot is the people who went to school or lived in the same neighborhood as the ROTI cast seeing them on TV. Everyone in Cameron’s neighborhood knew that a kid lived in that house but they never knew or even really saw him; and now they get to know him for the first time, and they feel this weird mix of pride for him, as well as melancholy or even anger at the fact that he was kept inside his whole life. Lightning was a star in his community and everyone thought he had an idyllic life, until they saw the finale and found out how much pressure he’d been under all those years, and they can’t see him the same way when he comes back. Zoey was an outcast at her high school and was ignored or even picked on by most of her peers, and they only realized how much of an impact that had on her when they watched her struggle to make connections over and over again until she lost her first real friend and snapped. No one liked Scott, everyone thought he was an asshole and knew he only got by via cheating and lying— but seeing him near catatonic after that shark attack, they can’t help but feel horrified on a deep personal level, and remember some of the good or just pitiful things Scott did, and wonder if he really deserved something that terrible. Jo was bullied but never seemed intimidated or effected by it; when everyone sees her struggle with her body image, or worry about the things she hasn’t done yet, or slip up and smile or help someone out, it both makes them realize that she’s weaker than they thought and also that they’re wrong for being happy about that. Similarly, Mike was widely treated as a freak and a delinquent, and had barely if any friends; seeing him open up about his DID on TV and learning where DID comes from created this sense of crushing guilt and horror for everyone who’d ever picked on him or written him off or spread rumors behind his back. Anne Maria was beloved by people at her school and in her neighborhood, and seeing how people like Zoey treated her and watching her lose was devastating. Brick was always known to have a heart of gold, and while seeing that on TV was inspiring for some of his friends and peers at boot camp, it made him a new target for other kids and commanders, who saw him as soft and effete and not worth wasting time on. Sam never had many friends due to his nerdy interests and social awkwardness, and after seeing how kind he was on the show, everyone wishes they’d given him a chance. Seeing Dawn properly mad at Scott during her elimination is super uncanny to everyone who knew her as the calm and collected local cryptid, and it reminds them that she’s human (or at least humanoid) and makes them take her more seriously. B’s community was rooting for them, since everyone knew how smart and thoughtful they were; seeing him get deadnamed by Chris and then get taken down by Scott made them genuinely mad on their behalf. Watching Dakota’s last moments as a normal human girl was horrifying for everyone who knew her, especially because after the episode aired there was nothing they could do about it. Staci went on the show as the annoying girl who lied for attention, and she left the same way; no glory, no gold, just humiliation.

And this isn’t even mentioning what their families felt watching the show, whether that be fear or pride or disappointment or anger— either at Chris and the show or even at their own child, in some cases. Like, could you imagine coming back home to your family, your friends, your neighbors, your teachers, your coworkers, after they’d seen you at your worst or most vulnerable on international television— after everyone who’d ever scrutinized or believed in you watched you lose big time. The horror and/or tragedy of ROTI doesn’t end or even really start with the radioactive island; the things that led them there and the things they returned to could be dismal or scary in their own ways.

Anyways I’m so normal about them rghhhhhh

[mobox87]

BIG ANNOUCEMENT

Hello all! It's certainly been a while but I've come with good news!

There have been characters of Affinity that have been sold without others knowing, this has led others to get rather annoyed since they only think one person can buy these characters...

... Well, that ends today!

There are characters of Affinity that I don't have any use for anymore, the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU have no use to me anymore, and I don't want for them to go to waste without a good home for them to have, which is why I've decided to announce that all the old designs from 2014-2020 that I don't use in my current AU are now available to be sold to the public!

Though, these designs have had a big impact on me, and I would like to say that I don't wish to sell them for anything less than $30. Please keep that in mind!

Thank you so much for reading, I hope these characters will be able to have good homes!

Please ask, I will make a long list of characters that have been sold to some people, in the meantime you can ask and I will let you know if it has been sold or not

list of SOLD characters (still going to be updated

SOLD!!! SOLD!!!

If some buyers want to put characters they already bought, let me know!

OPTA

Lian

Phantom Scott (FON)

Morbius (FON)

Bonter (FON)

Krungest (FON)

Beltren (FON)

Helltrap (FON)

Klames (FON)

GINNY (FON)

Delmare (FON)

Chica (The Fnaf School design)

Nightmare Springbonnie

Sammy (Old design)

Shadow Bonnie (Fnaf School design)

Shadow Bonnie (VERY OLD design)

Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf School design)

Fnaf 4 children (Chloe, The broen haired with The Plush toy AND little blonde GIRL (NOT Elizabeth) Old design)

Timothy

Son of one of The bullies

william's sister

William (Old design) The one you called Vincent

Steve

Plushtrap (Fnaf School design)

Shadow Freddy (High School design)

Renata's niece

Nightmare Bonnie (Fnaf School design)

Old Baby HK design

The girl inside the mangle (VERY old design)

Baby x Funtime Freddy fanchilds

Red bunny (Fnaf World)

Julia

Baby Fanchildren

Iris and rainbear (very old designs)

Kenny and hk mom (OLD design)

Cupcake (OLD design)

Springbonnie's fanchild

Bawn bawn and bonnet little age

Baldi's son (Old design)

Redbear

Puppet Old Child inside

Cajeta

Shelby's ex boyfriend (The one with red hair)

Phone guy (THE VERY OLD DESIGN)

VERY OLD DESIGN OF BRANDY (Black)

Lumy & shade

Bonnet (With vitiligo)

Old Vincent design with black hair

Oliv OLD DESIGN

yenndo (OLD DESIGN)

Female kenny

Thomas

Danny (Sallem and Tiffany's kid)

White Rabbit (Fnaf worldd

Kuromi (Red Rabbit, Fnaf world)

Young Renata

Young Eggs (2016, the one with the red striped shirtt)

Security (Fnaf worldd)

Jeremy (KS)

Jeremy Cyclops (FON)

Mike the knight (FON)

Angelica (a girl with black hair with pigtails and a blue shirtt, from They Shouldn't Know

Girl with Bonnie ears from Nights At Freddy's

Chris the puppet kidd

Dark Toastt

Erick (a character with blue and black hairr)

Frannie (TT)

Jaine (Renata's other neice)

Lydia

A boy with orange hair aand a girl with black hair from the Suicide Didn't Work video

An old Mike design (2014)

Tara (Vincent's sister)

An old Alex designn

Nightmare Freddy (Fnaf school designn)

Puppet x Ballora fankids

An old Alfred designn (with a green shirt and a blue hat)

Amatisaa (FON)

Abigail (the soul in Circus Baby in Sassy's Palace)

Stephanie (the soul in Bon Bon in Sassy's Palace)

Penelope (a student in Sassy's Palace)

Valen (a student in Sassy's Palace)

The people shown in the Machigera marketplace in the Beltren comic (everyone except the girl in the middle of the drawing)

The entirety of Ginny's crew that was with her when Beltren was killed (FON)

Ethan (the soul in Funtime Freddy in Sassy's Palace)

Shadow Freddy (old design)

Savy (a yellow rabbit that stood beside Tirsa in one image in FON)

The ruler of Treevelt with purple hair

One of Blurryface's kids (Sassy's Palace)

A humanized plush Foxy

Oliv's mom Old design

Oliv's sister

Yenndo OLD design

And to clarify, these characters will still be in my universe?

YES

But with a more elaborate design and clearly with other names, And some simply with other designs since I only sold ocs that didn't have much appearance And designs that will no longer be used for history Because they were already redesigned

I am unaware of the existence of many characters, if you remember any, you can ask me

[lycoperdales]

People that think Scott would ever abandon Stiles because of what happened in season 5 or season 3b make me cackle. Scott??? Turn away from a possible murderer?????? Let me just give you his track record.

- Peter Hale: Tried to make Scott kill all of his friend by forcing him to shift against his will, wake up in the middle of the forest with no recollection all while Scott was trying to understand what werewolf even was. = Amicable relationship, never forced him to part from his nephew, only ever truly fought him when he wanted to hurt others.

-Jackson: All round asshole, killed people in his sleep, literally bullied Scott and threatened to ‘out’ him to a family of werewolf hunters. = More than amicable relationship, Scott defended Jackson more than once and was the one of the only people that fought to save him.

-Gerard: do I even need to say anything.= Found a way to subdue him without killing him (#chemist Scott), didn’t harbour any bad feelings towards Chris when he healed his father in season 6

-Chris Argent: Shot him in the fucking arm for no reason, threatened to blow his brains out for being together with his daughter= literal besties

-Victoria Argent: tried to suffocate him to death= didn’t say anything to ANYONE because he didn’t want to tarnish her memory

-Deucalion: calls himself “The Demon Wolf”= besties, Scott’s trust in his goodness turned him into a pacifist and an ally on multiple occasions.

-Theo: isolated him from his pack before killing him= Didn’t completely freak out on Liam for reviving him even though Theo killed him less than six months ago. One can argue that he would’ve totally housed Theo if he knew Theo was homeless

Y’all think he would kick Stiles out for supposedly bashing one dudes brains out with a wrench??? One pesky murder??????

Scott is the walking personification of “but mother I can fix him”, he was overwhelmed at the moment with a bunch of teenagers dying and Malia wanting to kill her mum and Kira wanting to fight everyone and now Stiles supposedly killed someone. His reaction was understandable and he handled it like a champ I’d say. But he would NEVER EVER abandon his brother, murder and miscommunication be damned.

[moncherriis]

about me ⤑ she/her, nineteen, matt girl, taylor swift enthusiast, introvert, big marvel fan, love the beach and sunsets, i take pictures of everything, i love collecting vinyl records, larray liked my insta post last aug (it’s my personality), i have a signed postcard from the triplets, big cat girl (i’m allergic), but i also love dogs, saw nessa barrett live last october, i also love making new friends on here!

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random facts abt me ⤑ i love obx, the walking dead, the punisher, shameless, daredevil, jessica jones, the defenders (not danny he can smd) the mcu in general, hamilton, my fav color is pink, im an only child, i have two dogs, i live on the east coast, i love love love music (pls give me music recs in my asks), i love making friends!! pls talk to me

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my men ⤑ matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, matthew murdock, frank castle, jj maybank, pope heyward, carl gallagher, jude bellingham, dominic fike, tom holland, andrew garfield, finnick odair, peeta mellark, dallas winston, johnny cade, ponyboy curtis, sodapop curtis, drew starkey, ross lynch, daryl dixon

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fav artists ⤑ taylor swift, dominic fike, gracie abrams, nessa barrett, tyler the creator, olivia rodrigo, future, eminem, kendrick lamar, mac miller, ariana grande, tate mcrae, sza, frank ocean, travis scott, noah kahan, sabrina carpenter

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not tolerated ⤑ tiktok triplets fans, “omg chris looked at her!!” fans, THOSE kpop fans, racism, trump fans (gtfo), homophobia, sexism, hate, bullying, making fun of anyone, getting mad at me/someone for having a different opinion than u

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[princeescaluswords]

Conditioning

So, I encountered a take where Allison is described as being 'not the brightest,' 'gullible,' and 'stupid.' Apparently, this is because she was 'conditioned' to believe anything her parents told her, which is why she was manipulated by Kate and then by Gerard.

And I have to say I have so, so, SO many problems with that take, but in the end it's only another encounter with fandom misogyny. It won't be my first, and it won't be my last.

Were Chris and Victoria domineering? Yes. Did they intrude upon her privacy, both before and after the discovery of the supernatural? Absolutely. Did they surreptitiously train her with gymnastics and archery? There is no doubt. However misguided their attempt to ready Allison for a life as a hunter while concealing that reality from her, they gave her the opportunity explore the life of any normal teenage girl. They didn't tell her to give up photography or painting or poetry. They didn't force her to continue archery or gymnastics. She only had to hide her social life for them after she decided to date a werewolf, which she had enough strength of will and agency to choose to do. (Coming from a extraordinarily strict household myself, I am fully aware of the strength of personality required to defy oppressive parents like this.)

But she was supposedly 'not the brightest' because her parents were able to conceal the supernatural from her. She realized that her entire family was hiding things from her from one incident where they told conflicting stories. She had developed enough agency to choose to get to the bottom of things. Scott never told her a single thing about the supernatural (which is why she was so angry at him later); she went to him with her concerns.

But she was supposedly 'gullible' because Kate tortured the captured Derek in front of her and Allison didn't do anything. This isn't true. Even though she and Kate were 'more like sisters,' Allison didn't accept everything that Kate told her without any reason. She had read the whole founding history of her family: the Beast and Maid of Gevaudan. She did indeed have a breakdown in her car, but then she remembered that Derek had approached her at the party in Wolf Moon (1x01), when he must have known who she was. She was in a car with a werewolf whom her family was hunting. This was the same werewolf who was either the monster who chased her in Night School (1x07) or was working with the monster who chased her.

She wasn't 'conditioned' enough to just do what Kate told her in Code Breaker (1x12), refusing to kill Scott and Derek even though they werewolves. She refused her aunt's mindset and her father's fear to kiss Scott -- a werewolf! -- right in front of him.

And then, in Season 2, she decided that killing Isaac was wrong and executed a plan to prevent it. Chris didn't kidnap her because he decided that she needed to start her training; he started her training because she had decided to get involved. She perceived that Derek's biting teenagers was him building up his forces for a war. When her mother tried to bully her into behaving the way her family wanted, she found ways to get around her parents.

And then, there is her being 'stupid' by being manipulated by Gerard into going after Derek and his pack. It's not like she hadn't watched Derek murder his uncle for the alpha power. It's not like Derek hadn't recruited her schoolmates as soldiers for his pack. It's not like Derek hadn't spent the entire season trying to kill Lydia and Jackson with that same pack. It's not like those schoolmates hadn't attacked her twice. It's not like they hadn't attacked her boyfriend twice. This was all before she tried to kill them. They had killed her aunt; they had killed her mother, and they had tried to kill her.

The hypocrisy in this fandom is gargantuan, and it's solely because Allison had the nerve to be a girl who wouldn't do as she was told by the appropriate white men.

Because if Allison was not the brightest, gullible, and stupid, then what the hell was Derek Hale? How many times in this show did Uncle Peter the Serial Killer play him like the world's dumbest violin? People warned Derek not to trust him -- Deaton came out and explained exactly how Peter would manipulate Derek -- and Derek hur-dur-dured when it came to listening to Peter until Derek left the show. Derek watched him violate Scott, sit out important battles, murder people in police custody right in front of him, convince him to give up his own alpha abilities, mysteriously regain powers Peter had lost during his resurrection, and then suddenly become Scott's #1 fan and did NOTHING.

The only defense that fans of Derek could make (and that I actually make) is that Peter was family. If he let Peter get away with things, it was because the risk was worth it for that reason. But wasn't Kate Allison's family? Wasn't Victoria? Wasn't Gerard?

And family is important isn't it? Scott is pilloried and scorned and literally hated because he chose to believe a 'complete stranger' over automatically assuming that Stiles -- his best friend, his brother! -- was innocent? (Which he did, but the evidence was pretty strong in the end). But Allison is 'stupid and gullible' because she didn't believe Derek Hale, a 'complete stranger,' over her own family? No one sees the contradiction there?

They see it, but it doesn't matter because Allison was a stupid girl.

BUT IT'S NOT MISOGYNY.

[whataboutsimple]

I am obsessed with your AU genuinely keep up the good work!! I gotta read a bunch but I'll catch up soon 👍👍

(PS: anything on Ivor or the old order we haven't heard about or you'd like to share? :3)

Two asks in less than an hour.. my brain is melting from all the hyperfixation and dopamine it gets.. THANKSSSS SO MUCH FOR ASKING!

I have so many info about those sillies, that I can write a whole book with a single thought! Mostly because these AU focuses on Gabriel and Jason, as well as on people around them.

Let's get it all into small pieces for more comfortable reading:

When they were younger, the first two to become friends were surprisingly Magnus and Soren! Basically Magnus was in this bully gang and acted as a bad "guy", but he was a harmless prankster. The Gang focused on bullying someone like Soren bc he obviously was an easy target. It didn't took Magnus long to scare them away from pumpkin head. Since then he became Soren's problem.

The third member of their group were Ellegaard. Yet another nerd. She got into school at age of 11, while home studying till that moment. Soren and Ellegaard got along too fast, always sitting in library, and since Magnus was always waving around Soren, he got to know her as well.

Ivor came year later. He and his family moved into those little town called Upperhills due to his father business. Since he is a smart cookie, soon enough he got Soren's and Ellegaard's attention since they were always Top1 and now what? This random boy thinks he can outsmart them? Funny! This lil competition Ivor was unaware off lead to all of them bonding over books and dreams of adventures.

Last one: Gabriel. He just.. appeared one day? In Upperhills. Somehow people loved him. Like a lot. He was always so helpful for adults, very friendly with someone his age, and showed a lot of "brother like" love for kids. He didn't go to school though. Home studying. So the group didn't get a big chance to know him better. At least for now.

Gabriel WAS a part of Tempset family. Seven children including Gabriel and all are adopted. The family wasn't bad, but at the same time there's not enough you could tell about them.. Gabriel was second oldest and his older brother Scott was a part of another bully group. An older bully group. So they casually wrapped Gabriel in their hands.

Not pleasant news for our gang! But Gabriel somehow managed not only not bully them, but.. make them stop? Like what? Okay, that's interesting. Magnus is too curious. He can't keep his nose to himself. And even if Soren tells him not to test his luck- oh, okay, nevermind, he already approached Gabriel.

Wait, what do you mean we all are now friends with this Mr. Angel? No way, Right?

Yep, that's how they all got together! Even though Gabriel usually was spending time working or studying, he still kept contact with our gang.

Sometimes Magnus climbed into his second floor window and stayed the night because he couldn't handle his father's behavior. Sometimes it was Ivor because he was lonely.

Soren and Ellegaard often ran away from home in night to their tree house in the forest to watch the stars in silence. They had a lot in common when it came to their parents. The best was always expected of them, so they understood each other like no one else did.

The little competition between Ivor, Soren and Ellegaard got even worse when they found out about Gabriel's marks. Straight A's? How's that even possible?! Of course, he studies from home, it's easier! What do you mean he studies by himself and passes exams each month?

Magnus got lost at the moment after Ellegaard appeared, but you know what? He loves his nerds. And he loves Gabriel, because he's the only one who doesn't eat books. Like c'mon can y'all chill for a sec?

Soren has a little sister named Aster, meanwhile Ivor has little sister named Grace and he had little brother. Magnus has little sister named Susan!

When it comes to Gabriel.. big brother Scott, younger sister Sam, younger brother Chris, and little siblings Ash and Ashley!

I think that's enough for now! Though if you want more, I'm always here to tell you every little detail! I tried to not spoiler much though.

Thanks for asking again! It really melts my brain and heart!<3

[takaraphoenix]

The Tate Sisters

Tags: m/m/m, alternate universe, No Hale Fire, True Mates, Spark Stiles, fluff, hurt/comfort, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Malia/Kira, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Alan Deaton

@writersmonth Prompts: snow + flower shop

Summary: The Tate sisters, Allison and Malia, moved to town for college. When a monster attacks one afternoon, they come to aid the local pack – and that's when Scott realizes Allison is his mate. And that's when Stiles realizes the 'Tate' sisters are really the Argent-Hale sisters. As Scott's Emissary, Stiles goes to the Hale Pack to discuss the matter and meet with the girls' fathers.

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The Tate Sisters

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

The Tate sisters were new in town, having moved here for college. They were both stunning and cunning. And they were deeply suspicious. From the first time Stiles met Allison Tate in his mythology class, he felt like something was off about her. Lydia, who was in the same class, simply latched onto the other girl though. Best friends right away. Which only made Stiles even more suspicious, because Lydia - like all of them - didn't have any friends outside their pack.

The McCall Pack was technically the local werewolf pack. Technically, because werewolves were by far not the only creatures in the pack. They'd started out small enough, just Stiles and Scott, after Scott got bitten by a rogue Alpha wolf when they were teenagers. Jackson, Lydia and Danny quickly joined their pack, after Jackson got attacked by the same Alpha. Two wolves and two supposed humans. Not long after did they realize that Lydia was a Banshee, and that Stiles had magic. Though not supernatural, Danny's hacking skills sure were out of this world and he was a great asset to their little pack of five.

Through the power of friendship did Scott rise into becoming their Alpha, a so-called True Alpha. Not an Alpha because he stole the powers by killing, but an Alpha because his pack needed an Alpha and he stepped up to the task.

Their little pack of four grew when the Yukimuras moved to town and their daughter Kira learned that she was a kitsune, like her mother. She sought community with the other supernatural creatures and found her place among their pack.

Not long after her did the omega twins Ethan and Aiden stumble into town, having been bullied and abused by their old pack, they had run away, seeking a better pack. Hearing about a True Alpha.

The young, mated pair of Liam and Hayden, together with Liam's human best friend Mason were the next to join and slowly, their pack grew in size and reputation.

When it had just been the five of them, it had felt like just a group of friends, surviving together. After graduation, when the two young wolves came to join their pack, it started feeling different, more meaningful - like it held meaning outside of their friendship.

Stiles? Stiles had always done the research. When Scott had first gotten turned, he'd absorbed all knowledge about wolves, he'd figured out a way to teach Scott control during the full moon, he'd figured out what mates were - because werewolves actually had soulmates, actual real soulmates. He'd helped Lydia figure out her Banshee powers. Research was his thing. That included pack dynamics, both within the pack and dynamics with other packs. It wouldn't do to accidentally insult another pack, so they needed to know how to handle meeting other packs.

When he learned about Emissaries, he knew what his role in the pack was. The magic user adviser to the Alpha. That was him. So he read every book there was on how Emissaries behaved, what their job really was, what he needed to know to be the best damn Emissary Scott could possibly want. At which he'd gotten a punch on the shoulder and a "Dude, you're you so of course you're perfect" from Scott, because that was just who they were.

That was also how they made their pack run. The True Alpha and his Emissary.

Slowly, gradually, they gained more respect and recognition in the supernatural community. Sure, the news of a True Alpha had traveled fast and far, but between there being a True Alpha and there being a respectable pack run by a True Alpha was a difference.

Their pack was steadily growing, both in numbers and in recognition. That didn't keep threats out of town though.

So when these two stunning girls moved to town and gave Stiles a suspicious feeling, he kept watching them. Signed up in a few of Malia Tate's classes too, to get to know the other sister. Something about them was off, he just couldn't tell what.

"You need to relax, Stilinski," Jackson sighed and bumped their shoulders together. "Lydia's friends with Allison, she dragged me along to get coffee with her. Not a shifter. I would have smelt if she were a shifter."

"There's ways to mask scent," Stiles stated dismissively.

"Oh god, can you hear yourself?" Jackson groaned and leaned his head back. "I swear, it's like you want us to be in trouble. Can you not just enjoy that our first semester at college hasn't started with a potentially town-destroying disaster?"

"I don't trust peace, Jacks," Stiles turned to glare at him. "Trusting peace is what most of the times nearly gets us killed."

"You're going to have gray hair before you're thirty, Stilinski," Jackson sighed, but it was fond and he wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders. "C'mon. Ice-cream. My treat."

Stiles grinned just a little at that and leaned into Jackson. The two of them used to hate each other's guts, before all of this mess. But becoming a werewolf had weirdly grounded Jackson, and becoming pack had forged an unbreakable bond between them. As weird as it may sound to younger Stiles, Jackson was by now his best friend beside Scott.

"I'm still telling you, something is off about them. I want Scott to meet with them, maybe his superior Alpha instincts can scent something about them."

"You're insufferable."

/break\

It happened about a month later, when something – Stiles wasn't fully sure what – attacked the campus. The pack was quick to gather to take care of the threat, but they weren't the only ones. Attracted by the commotion were also the Tate sisters. Allison with a crossbow at the ready and Malia with glowing blue eyes and claws.

And that should have been it, that should have been the big surprise of the day. A shifter and a human in the know, ready to kick ass. But no. No, the big surprise of the day was when Scott looked at them and gasped, his eyes flashing back to human.

"She's..." Scott trailed off, an expression of awe on his face.

Oh no. Oh no. Stiles groaned softly to himself and then shoved Scott hard.

"Time to marvel at the miracle of True Mates later, take out the – what the fuck, are those wings? – the threat right now, Alpha."

Scott shook himself and managed to focus on the fight, running up to Jackson to attack together with his beta while Kira was baiting the thing that now also had a tail with a head. Stiles however, he kept an eye on the Tate sisters, watching the way Malia jumped in to help them, the way Allison held her distance because long-distance weapon. Considering the fact that Malia's scent had been masked meant that they didn't just happen to be here, she wasn't just a shifter who didn't know how their world worked. This was going to be one big headache for him, wasn't it?

/break\

The headache culminated two days later, when half the pack was gathered in Stiles room – why was it always Stiles' room – and Scott was a moping, miserable, whining mess. Stiles glowered, reaching a foot out over the edge of his bed and nudging Scott with it.

"She's perfect, did you see the way she shot the thing?"

"He literally hasn't even spoken to Allison yet," Kira giggled. "That's..."

"Pathetic. The word you are looking for is pathetic," Stiles supplied.

"Why can't I just go and talk to her?" Scott whined, turning the puppy-dog eyes on Stiles.

It was Lydia who rolled her eyes and sighed from her place perched on Jackson's lap, both sitting on Stiles' bed because of course did everybody feel at fucking home in Stiles' room.

"You're the Alpha, Scott," Lydia lowered her phone so she could send him a pointed look. "And considering that Allison's sister is a were herself, the likelihood of them being in a pack is very high. There are protocols for finding your mate within another pack and those protocols are already to be taken seriously for betas, but you're an Alpha. You need to go about this right, or you might seriously offend their pack."

"Please don't become Romeo and Juliet," Kira requested with a worried look. "We really absolutely do not need any kind of... pack-war. It'd be different if she were human and nothing else, but we can't say for sure if she's also a shifter and simply prefers weapons over claws, or if she's adopted into the pack, or – You get the gist of it. We know too little about her."

"Actually, and if all of you would stop constantly hanging out in my bedroom and distracting me, I could have supplied this sooner, I do now know who they are," Stiles furrowed his brows and turned around his laptop. "May I introduce to you, Allison and Malia Argent-Hale. Daughters of Alpha Hale's brother and left hand, Peter Hale. Of the Hale Pack. Obviously."

"The Hale Pack," Kira gasped surprised. "Mom mentioned them before. They're a really old and really powerful pack, kind of neighboring to our territory. Very old."

"And old means traditional," Lydia supplied casually. "So, heed the protocols."

"What are the protocols?" Scott sat up at that. "I mean, we never had something like that. Liam and Hayden were already mates when they joined us and Lydia and Jackson are Lydia and Jackson."

"Unsure if that was an insult or a compliment," Jackson looked up and toward Lydia.

"Always a compliment, babe," Lydia smirked and leaned in to kiss her mate.

"Insult," Stiles replied without missing a beat.

"The protocols," Scott repeated, turning the puppy-eyes back on Stiles.

"Right," Stiles grinned a little, having mercy on his best friend. "If a were finds their mate in another pack, it's protocol for the Emissary to reach out to the other pack's Emissary and Alpha and inform them of the situation, so the Alpha can talk to the matched mate and arrange for a meeting. Though, considering that her dad is the Alpha's left hand, it would be more proper for me, as your Emissary, to directly reach out to Allison's fathers."

"So—o?" Scott looked very hopeful. "When?"

Heaving a sigh, Stiles turned his laptop back to face him so he could look up the address. "Tomorrow is Friday, so I'll leave right after class. I'll talk to her fathers, as representatives of their pack, and arrange for a meeting between you and Allison. Traditionally, there will be a chaperon, in most neutral settings, it's both packs' Emissaries, but it could also be family members. Yes, it may sound silly to you, who you just want to kiss your mate, but… these protocols exist for a reason, Scotty. Your mate and you might be fated, but that doesn't mean both packs are. You never know if your mate's pack poses a danger, if there are unsavory individuals. That's why we go through this process, to vet both sides, to ensure the safety of all parties involved."

Scott deflated, but Stiles could see that his best friend got it. And honestly, Stiles could understand why Scott was being so whiny. True Mates. Soulmates. The only times that Stiles found himself envious of werewolves, really. Yes, non-weres could be part of a soul-bond, and it did affect them in a way – there was a very strong draw to their mate – but it was different for weres, who could feel the actual bond and could feel it very strongly. Weres knew it the moment they laid eyes on their mates. Non-weres had to rely on their were-mates to find them. In his silliest, loneliest nights, Stiles liked to imagine a werewolf looking at him that way and telling him you're my mate, you're mine, but those were Stiles' personal fantasies and did not need to be disclosed.

/break\

Chris heaved an exhausted sigh and ran a hand over his face, rubbing at his beard. He'd known it would cause problems when their daughters decided to go to college. He knew it. And he'd told his husband so too, but all Peter, the smug insufferable bastard, had done was grin indulgently and kiss him. Like this wasn't going to age Chris a decade in a semester.

He'd known about the McCall Pack. Everybody in their community knew about the McCall Pack. True Alphas were rare, after all. Which meant they attracted attention. Which meant they attracted trouble. The last thing their daughters needed was trouble.

Which was why he had insisted that they not sign up under their real names. The Hale name carried a lot of weight in the shifter community, one look at the name alone would tell any shifter that their daughters were involved in the supernatural world, and, though he had cut ties with his family years ago at this point, the Argent name was well-known too, for... very different reasons.

So Malia and Allison signed up under a fake name, as the Tate sisters, and Malia, upon her fathers' insistence (Chris' insistence, who then forced Peter to agree with him), had taken scent-blockers with her. Because the best way to avoid the McCall Pack's trouble was if their girls didn't even get on the pack's radar. Pretend to just be two normal college students.

Peter had looked utterly bemused by this clear breach of protocol. A shifter who moved to another pack's territory was supposed to seek a meeting with the local Alpha and their Emissary, state their intentions and the length of their stay. Despite being their own Alpha's left hand, Peter had no issue breaking protocol, perhaps partially because the man lived to torment his sister, aka their Alpha.

It was just that if their girls introduced themselves to the pack, there was no way they weren't getting dragged into whatever came looking for the True Alpha. This was safer.

Or, at least Chris had hoped it would be. Naturally, he had underestimated both his daughters' hotheadedness. Because when trouble came knocking, they came running to help. Which was how they realized that they had already been befriending the local pack, since the two friends they'd both already made – Lydia and Stiles, were the names they'd given to their fathers, though Chris wasn't sure what kind of name Stiles was – had been among the people dealing with the threat. The fact that Malia hadn't smelt them meant that they either also used scent-blockers or weren't weres.

Not that that was the important part. The important part was where his daughter had found her mate in the McCall Pack that day. Which was now complicating things a lot.

The girls had called right after, with far too much excitement, talking over each other. Chris had, sternly, reminded them of the proper protocols and that, especially with their previous breach of protocol, they really needed to do things right this time. Them coming to the McCall Pack's territory without announcing themselves could very easily be seen as a threat, now that they'd revealed their own links to the supernatural. And yes, Chris was aware that it was largely his fault, for naively hoping his girls could stay out of things. They hadn't even lasted a month.

"You look stressed, love," Peter whispered, grasping Chris' shoulders to massage.

"I meant to make things easier for them, not harder."

"I know, Christopher," Peter chuckled and leaned in to kiss Chris' temple.

The girls had called two days ago and asked them what to do. Chris hadn't known the answer, beyond the fact that they needed to follow protocol. But following protocol proved to be tricky. Protocol dictated that they sent their pack's Emissary to the McCall Pack to arrange a meeting between the mated pair, but Dr. Deaton was currently on a convention for his actual job and he wouldn't be back before next week. They'd asked the girls to hold tight and wait until Dr. Deaton would be available, the situation would be explained to him and he could go to arrange a meeting.

Naturally had Malia growled at that. She was very impatient by nature and she'd never liked protocols. She preferred instincts over tradition. Chris could understand that, but they weren't just anyone. They were part of the Hale family directly, not simply part of the Hale pack. And, more complicatedly, they were Argents. What if the McCall Pack recognized the Argent name and would look at Allison as just a hunter, as a threat, and the situation escalated into violence?

No, no they needed Dr. Deaton, who was schooled in diplomacy and would know how to smooth things over and properly explain their situation. Explain the way Chris Argent, a hunter, had found his mate in Peter Hale, the left hand of the Hale Pack, when the Argents had come here. More precisely, when Chris had followed his sister to stop her from committing mass murder.

Chris had been raised as a hunter, but he had always taken his duty to mean to defend the innocent and not to attack any supernatural creature, regardless of their intent or age; he would never go after children. That summer, Allison learned the truth about her family. That summer, Chris was wooed by a werewolf who claimed to be his mate and though humans couldn't feel the matebond the same way, he had felt that pull. Stronger than anything he had ever felt for his late wife, who had taken her life years prior after a werewolf attack left her slowly turning.

Chris and Allison cut their ties to the Argents and stayed. Chris started teaching Allison how to defend herself and fight, how to be a hunter, but also how to use those talents differently than their family had. At the same time, Chris also reluctantly started dating Peter. The longer the two of them were together, the surer Chris grew that Peter was telling the truth. That they were mates.

Peter had also been a single dad. Though his daughter was the product of a one-night-stand with a woman who resented the idea of motherhood and had dumped the baby in Peter's lap. With the help of his family and pack, Peter had raised Malia into a strong, independent girl. When their fathers started dating, Allison and Malia became friends. Until, about a year ago, they became sisters.

Malia may not be biologically Chris' and he may have only known the girl for two years, but he loved her no less than he loved Allison. These were his children, this was his family, and he was going to do anything in his power to protect them.

The doorbell ringing tore Chris out of his thoughts. He groaned, with a look at the clock. It was late, the only people who bothered them this late was their pack. Not that Chris hadn't come to love the pack, but there was a limit to how much bickering between his nieces and nephew he could endure, or how much arguing between his mate and his sister-in-law he could stand.

"I'm sending them away," Chris warned, even as he headed for the door. "Even if it's Cora and her puppy-eyes asking for yet another college trip from you."

Cora was only a year younger than Malia and Allison, she was Talia's youngest daughter and she was currently considering colleges. Now, her dad was 'super lame' and the idea of doing this with her mom made her pull a very, very painful looking face. Peter though, Peter was her favorite uncle. They'd toured five colleges all over the states already. When Chris opened his door, fully prepared to send whatever family member decided to bother them this late at night back home with a stern glare, he froze. Not the eyes he had expected, not eyes he had ever seen. Big, beautiful brown eyes blinked up at him, an unfamiliar face looking at him with a grin that was mischief and trouble incarnate. Soft brown hair, a lanky built, pretty.

Which was what had Chris freeze in place. Pretty? Sure, Chris was into younger guys, as proven by his decade younger husband, but this one was too young. He looked around Allison and Malia's age. But he was pretty and Chris couldn't look away from those eyes.

"Hello, Mister Argent-Hale, it's a pleasure to meet you," the pretty boy spoke with that foreboding grin, holding out a hand. I'm Mieczysław Stilinski, Emissary of the McCall Pack."

"You're an Emissary?" Chris asked, before he could think his words through.

He winced at how they must come off, but Emissary Stilinski simply chuckled. "Yes, I am. Don't worry, I'm used to it. Most Emissaries are much… older, so people are surprised by my age."

Which wasn't untrue. Emissaries usually trained for over a decade for this position. In his time with the Hale Pack, he had met many other packs and their Alphas and Emissaries – mostly because he was the mate of the left hand so he was more involved in these kind of meetings than a regular pack member would be – and he'd never met an Emissary who was under forty.

"I'm sure my husband meant no offense," Peter spoke smoothly next to him. "It's less the age that's a surprise though. I don't think we've ever met an Emissary who is this pretty."

Chris turned to throw a sharp look at his mate. That being a thought inside Chris' head was startling and unsettling, but for Peter to actually voice it, to the Emissary? Not only was that unprofessional and inappropriate, Chris also had no idea what to do with that. Ever since they had sealed their mate-bond, they'd only had eyes for each other. Before their wedding, Peter had been prone to flirt around, casual and never with meaning. More meant to rile Chris up, to make Chris realize what he had and didn't want to lose. Peter looked entirely unapologetic, his gaze on Emissary Stilinski. And what a gaze. Pure heat and hunger as though he wanted to devour the doe-eyed beauty.

Chris loved being the object of that gaze, it did things to him. And it was concerning that right now, that gaze was also doing things to him, even as it was aimed at another. He turned to look away from Peter, instead returning his eyes to their guest. To the long span of his pale neck and the way those ridiculous skinny jeans hugged his legs and accentuated his thighs. It easily conjured up images of Peter marking up that neck, of those thighs wrapped around Peter's waist, of-

"I'm here about your daughter," Emissary Stilinski spoke again, after clearing his throat.

His cheeks were flushed though, as though Peter's compliment had gotten to him. Which only made Peter look unbearably smug. Blinking a few times and taking deep breaths to calm himself, Chris attempted to focus. This was very unlike him. He'd never been easily distracted by someone's attractiveness, especially not when more important matters were at hand.

"That is… a pleasant surprise," Chris replied gruffly, finally taking the offered hand. "Chris Argent-Hale. I was just discussing with my husband how unfortunate the timing is, seeing as our own Emissary is currently out of town and won't be back until next week."

Emissary Stilinski perked up at that, a pleased grin on his lips. Like being praised for good timing delighted him. Well, Chris could imagine praising him in other ways too. Peter next to him chuckled, probably because he could smell the steady build of arousal. Damn werewolf nose.

"Peter Hale-Argent," Peter offered, taking the boy's hand next and aiming a disarming smile at him. "It truly is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, come inside."

Good plan. They were still standing in the doorway. Chris moved out of the way, following Peter into the living room. The young Emissary trailed after them, looking around curiously. Cute.

"Let me get you something to drink, Emissary Stilinski," Peter turned that charming, flirtatious smile back on the boy. "Tea? Water? Wine? Are you old enough to drink yet?"

"Alcohol seems inappropriate for a business meeting," an amused eyebrow was raised at Peter. "And no, I'm not. I'm nineteen. Tea would be nice though. It's… much colder here than in Beacon Hills, the mountains do make quite the difference. Didn't expect snow, it's only autumn."

He rubbed his hands together, while Chris filed the information nineteen away. He shouldn't. Peter left the living room to get them tea and while they waited for his return, Stiles' eyes wandered over everything. The furniture, the trinkets, the family pictures. Taking everything in like it was vital information. It was somewhat amusing to watch, for Stiles. A few minutes later, Peter entered the room with a tray of tea and three cups, serving them all and sitting down next to Chris.

"So, Mister Hale-Argent… Misters… Uhm…"

Big doe-eyes blinked at them as he was trying to figure out how to best address them.

"Peter," Peter's smile turned more bemused. "Peter will do just fine. And though my husband does like being called 'sir', I'm sure he won't mind 'Chris' either."

It was a blurry line, between a respectable honorific for an older man, or a kinky sex thing, and the innuendo was not lost on the Emissary either because his cheeks turned even redder. Chris heaved a sigh, praying for strength. His husband was trying to kill him.

"First names it is, then," a smile was aimed their way. "Uh, well, you don't have to try and pronounce mine. Nobody can, really. I usually go by Stiles, but it just, in the capacity of official Emissary business, sounds unprofessional, you know? But, if we're doing first names. Stiles."

Oh. A constipated expression played out over Chris' face as he realized that this was one of the two new friends their daughters had made. Of course. Smoothing his expression over, Chris smiled too.

"Thank you for taking the time to drive out to us. Beacon Hills is two hours away and I'm sure you had different plans for your Friday night than to arrange a mate meeting."

"Well, my Fridays are usually research binges so, you know," Stiles shrugged. "Besides, this is the first time I get to do one of these. Kinda exciting. We're a young pack, as I'm sure you're aware. Not just us, as individuals, being younger than most packs, but… our pack hasn't been around for very long. There's still a lot I only studied about, so… please excuse if I misstep or misremember. Honestly, I wasn't even fully sure if I should go to you, but, uh… it… felt right? Peter being the left hand puts him in a leading position within the pack, so I thought…"

"You thought right," Peter assured him with a gentle look. "It is custom to go to the Emissary when it's in regards to one of the betas, but there are exceptions made for the direct family of the Alpha, the right hand or left hand. Now, I'm sure you have questions for us."

Thank god Peter had recovered some of his professionalism. Chris relaxed a little. And then Stiles smirked, amused and knowing, in a very similar way that Chris knew from his husband. The tension returned right to Chris' shoulders. That look, he loved that look on Peter's scheming face. He'd never seen a similar look on someone else before.

"You could say that," Stiles raised his eyebrows. "It's… highly unusual, to invade another pack's territory without announcing your presence. But the explicit act of hiding your name and your scent are… Damn, you people are lucky Scotty is like the most trusting, optimistic, seeing-the-good-in-people person on this entire planet because any other Alpha would have declared war for that alone. Uh. Alpha McCall, I mean. So, mostly, I do require an explanation for that."

"We wanted our daughters safe," Peter beat Chris to the explanation and Chris found himself grateful for it, because he was still feeling guilty about getting them into this situation.

Stiles looked nonplussed. "I do require more of an explanation."

"True Alphas are rare," Peter continued, pursing his lips. "They attract… more trouble… than most other packs. As I am sure you must know first-hand. And we didn't want our daughters involved or endangered by that. We wanted them to… get a normal college experience. No supernatural drama or danger, especially in another town where we can't protect them."

And mh. Perhaps Peter had been more on board with Chris' plan than the werewolf had let on, because that sounded very genuine and by far not as rehearsed as Chris would have expected. There was a tenseness to Stiles and he was tapping his thumbs against his fingers, one by one, a far-off look on his face as he physically fought to regain his breathing.

"Yeah," Stiles' voice broke and he cleared his throat before straightening his posture. "Yeah, I do know of the dangers that a True Alpha and his pack faces. So I do understand not wanting your daughters involved. But… maybe you should have discussed that a bit more in-depth with them, because damn, the very first time something attacks our college campus and they're out there playing Katniss Everdeen and the Big, Bad Wolf."

"Coyote," Peter corrected nearly on auto-pilot. "Malia isn't a wolf, she takes after her… mother."

There was something to Peter's gaze though that told Chris he too had noticed the strange, tense behavior before, the way Stiles must have remembered something deeply traumatizing that he had survived as a member of his pack. It was the need to comfort and protect that surprised Chris even more than anything else this evening. Sexual attraction was one thing, though he hadn't looked at another since him and Peter became mates, he was familiar with it. But for him to feel protective over someone he knew all of twenty minutes now? That wasn't normal. Something was wrong here.

"Cool," Stiles whispered, eyebrows raised. "Uh, sorry. I'm just, you know, fascinated by the broad variety of shifters and supernatural beings in general. Never met a coyote before."

There was a beat of silence, mostly because Chris and Peter could both see the cogs working in Stiles' mind. He was planning his next step, taking their words into consideraton. Weighting their explanation against their actions. Chris couldn't help but tense. If their choices would lead to their daughter's relationship with her mate being strained, he would never forgive himself.

"Okay," Stiles nodded. "Just. Uh. One last question that I really can't formulate in any way that doesn't sound rude or offensive, but… a werewolf and a werewolf hunter, huh? How does that work? Not that I'm asking for details about your love life, that is so none of my business, but I would love to know, on a scale of one to ten, how likely is Allison to shoot one of my betas?"

So he did know about the Argents. Chris found himself a little disappointed by that, since his family's reputation has been making his life hard for a while now and he always wished for Allison to not be judged by their deeds. Peter reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently.

"We're True Mates ourselves," Peter replied, softly. "And even before that, Chris had turned his back on his family's legacy. He still hunts the supernatural, but only those who mean us harm. He protects our lands the same as any were does. And so does Allison."

"Okay," Stiles nodded, seemingly satisfied with that. "Again, sorry. I just��� I had to ask, everybody knows about the Argents, I mean I met your father and…"

There was that tenseness again, but different. A stillness to it this time, no finger-counting. Which meant that the finger-counting wasn't just a nervous habit or a soothing tick, it was specifically linked to whatever traumatic event he had remembered earlier.

"I'm sorry if my father has caused you any trouble."

"You don't have to apologize for his actions," Stiles shook his head, though he was also staring at the ground. "But yeah. Having… met… the man had me… weary about you, I'll admit."

"So, what's the verdict, Emissary Stilinski?" Peter asked lightly, trying to change the mood.

A small, near grateful smile spread over Stiles' lips as he looked up at them again. "I mean, literally the only thing that would have stopped a meeting is if I had ended up in another Argent's basement getting tortured, so… This is going much better than anticipated so far."

Chris froze and he could hear his mate next to him growl, deep and dark and protective, the kind of growl that usually led to Peter tearing something or someone to bits for hurting their pack. Chris himself felt first and foremost queasy about the idea that his father had tortured a teenager, and secondly felt that overwhelming sense of protectiveness again.

"I'm sorry," Chris' voice was soft. "And I'm not apologizing for his actions, but for the fact that you had to go through something like that. Nobody should. Especially not someone so young."

Stiles waved a dismissive hand, but his eyes betrayed his casualness. "All in the past. As long as Grandpa Argent doesn't show up for the wedding, we're all good."

"I haven't spoken to, or seen, my father in two years."

For a moment, Stiles paused, before snorting amused, earning curious looks from both Chris and Peter. "Sorry, just… Damn. It must piss him off so much that his son is married to a werewolf. Actually I think I would like to meet him one more time just to rub it in that his granddaughter is also a werewolf's True Mate. Maybe the heart-attack will kill him."

His words gave Peter and Chris pause though. A werewolf's mate? They exchanged a look.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?" Peter asked slowly. "A werewolf's mate?"

Now it was Stiles' turn to look at them in confused. "That's, uh, why I'm here? Your daughter's True Mate? I'm sorry, was I not clear on that?"

"No, no, you were," Chris furrowed his brows. "But from what Malia told us, her mate is a kitsune. Not a werewolf. She didn't get to talk to the girl, but she could smell the fox and lightning on her."

Damn, those big, brown eyes could go even bigger. The delighted, soft growl from Peter told him that his mate was as captivated by those eyes as Chris was.

"Okay let's stop talking about 'your daughter' and start using names," Stiles cleared his throat. "I'm here because my Alpha, Scott McCall, recognized your daughter, Allison, as his True Mate."

Silence stretched on between the three of them as they sat with that information. Stiles had come here about one of their daughters, but not the one they had seen coming. Of course. Kitsune were not shape-shifters, meaning they couldn't tell a soul-bond, just like any non-shifter. So Malia's mate wasn't aware of the bond yet. The same way Allison hadn't been aware that she apparently had a soul-bond with the True Alpha. Chris was fairly sure he just got at least ten new gray hair (which was going to delight Peter, who was really into the 'silver fox' look).

"Both of our daughters found their mates with the McCall Pack," Chris summed up.

"That appears to be the case," Stiles blinked. "Uhm. So… Are we thinking like a double-date? I mean, for arranging the meeting? Do we make these two separate meetings, or one…?"

"That is certainly a thing to be discussed," Peter agreed. "We will talk to our girls, and you will talk to your Alpha and to the kitsune girl, what they are comfortable with. Your phone?"

He held out his hand and with no hesitation did Stiles hand over his phone. Peter quickly programmed both their numbers in and started a group-chat between the three of them, aptly named Mates Chat. That would make things more convenient. He then handed it back to Stiles.

"Good idea," Stiles nodded and pocketed his phone. "Let's discuss with our respective parties, also keep in mind location and… chaperons, if they're wanted and if so, who, and then we'll get back to each other to come to an agreement that all parties involved will be satisfied with."

He finished his tea and then got up, a pleasant smile on his lips as he held out his hand like he wanted to say goodbye and leave. Chris' eyes wandered past Stiles, out the window into the pitch-black of the night and the snow-fall that had picked up again. He hadn't even noticed that Stiles had been with them for over an hour. Night had fallen while they'd talked. A displeased frown contorted his face at the thought of Stiles driving all the way back to Beacon Hills alone and at night. The mountain roads were dangerous for those unfamiliar with them even at the light of day.

"Oh, you are absolutely not leaving," Peter's smile was all teeth.

"What," Stiles' voice squeaked and he looked embarrassed by it.

"It's late, it's dark, it's snowing, you're alone, you must be exhausted considering how late it is, you're unfamiliar with the mountain roads," Peter shook his head. "It would be irresponsible to let you leave like that. We have a guest-room. Stay the night, leave tomorrow during the day when you can actually see where you're driving and when you had a chance to rest too."

It was strange, how Chris wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this. Relieved that Peter offered, relieved at the idea of Stiles being safe and at the idea of Stiles staying. But he also felt mortified by the idea of Stiles staying in their home, because what this boy was doing to him was unsettling.

A blush lit up Stiles' face as he shook his head. "I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You're not imposing. We're offering," Chris interrupted him.

His own discomfort with his own strange desires and feelings was a small price to pay for Stiles' ensured safety though. Which would be one of those strange feelings and desires that unsettled him.

"Well," Stiles looked unsure, his eyes drifting over to the clock on the wall. "I guess it is already ten and I have been up since 6AM so not driving until I get home at like 1AM would be nice… and also probably safer… If you're sure this isn't a problem, then yeah. Thank you."

"Let me show you our guest-room," Peter smiled pleased.

When Stiles got up and walked toward him with the intention of following, Peter rested his hand on Stiles' lower back, walking beside him. Chris frowned at the possessive gesture and the touch. Peter was scent-marking the Emissary of another pack. A part of Chris suspected what was going on here, but didn't dare put it to words yet. He'd need his mate to confirm it first. So Chris sat there and waited until Peter came back downstairs, looking utterly pleased with himself.

"So, our daughters both found their mates in the McCall Pack," Chris chose as an opener.

The pleased look turned into one of amusement and mischief – that look he loved so much, that look he had seen on Stiles' face earlier too – as Peter approached Chris and wrapped his arms around his mate's waist. He buried his nose in Chris' neck, inhaling deeply.

"Not just our daughters," Peter whispered. "He's ours."

Chris tensed in his mate's arms, even though he had suspected this for the last half hour or so. He'd only ever once felt this instantly attracted to someone, drawn to someone, and not just in a physical sense. Peter was openly, loudly purring in his arms. If he were in his wolf-form, his tail would be wagging like crazy right now. Chris' own arms wrapped around Peter, pulling him close.

Triads were incredibly rare and highly cherished in the were community. Fate blessing someone with not just one True Mate but two. They had found their third. And they had completely broken all protocols here. After realizing, they should have stepped away, should have contacted their Emissary. Instead, they'd invited their mate to stay the night.

"Talia is going to give us the most excruciating preaching about all of this," Chris noted.

Peter hummed his agreement and shrugged. "I have never cared less about my sister's opinion than right now, because our pretty, little doe-eyed mate is in our den."

"He does have doe-eyes," Chris agreed.

"Makes him look like Bambi," Peter purred. "Makes me want to devour him."

Chris sighed, deep and exhausted. Mostly because he agreed with Peter. In the end, Chris still was a hunter and there was something very prey-like to those doe-eyes. Tomorrow was going to test him.

/break\

Stiles woke up more well-rested than he had in… since the possession. The thought made him freeze, his throat clogging up. He hadn't slept through a night since then. Either he'd lay awake for hours, tossing and turning, or he'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night, Scotty climbing into his bed to hold him until he'd calm down again. But he'd gone to bed last night and was out like a candle in moments and he'd actually slept through the night, beyond two quick pee breaks from which he'd fallen back asleep again too.

Stretching wide, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He wasn't home. Not home-home with his dad, nor home at the dorm-room he shared with Scott. He was in a stranger's home. Or, two strangers. The Argent-Hale husbands. The incredibly hot Argent-Hale husbands.

Groaning, Stiles rolled over to bury his face in the pillow. He'd seen that they were good looking on the social media post he'd found, when he figured out who Allison and Malia really were. But standing in front of them had been so much more intense. The silver fox look on Chris, the gruff edge to him and those broad shoulders. Meanwhile his husband Peter looked like he stepped out of some underwear commercial, it was ridiculous how gorgeous the man was.

Stiles was pretty sure he'd hallucinated it but half the time, it felt like Peter was flirting with him. Which absolutely could not be, considering that Peter wasn't just married, he was married to his True Mate. So this was definitely in Stiles' head, he was just too horny. He hadn't really gotten laid since… well, again, before the possession. He sighed, his mood dropped.

When he'd arrived here, he hadn't expected much. He'd hoped that they would be alright, because he wanted Scott to get his happily ever after. But the name Argent, well, it didn't just carry a negative connotation for the were community en large. A couple months after Scott had gotten turned, Gerard Argent had become their headmaster and he had a hard-on for killing werewolves, to the point of capturing Stiles and torturing him in his basement in an attempt to find Scott.

Shaking himself, Stiles sat up abruptly. Damn it. He finally got a good night's sleep and then he had to wake up tormented by memories of every fucked up thing that ever happened to him, huh. He got up near aggressively and headed for the guest room's bathroom to wash up.

Chris was nothing like his father, thankfully enough. The fact that he was married to a werewolf had clued Stiles in some, but still he couldn't have been sure until he met the man in person.

The surprise twist was that they had wanted to reach out to Stiles' pack too, for the same reason but for the other daughter. Kira was a kitsune, much like humans and banshees, she didn't feel the mate-bond as a solid bond that was easy to recognize. Non-weres only felt a strong pull of sorts and fell very easily and deeply in love, but it was different for weres. So Kira, unlike Scott, hadn't realized she had just met her mate that day. The same way Malia had realized it, but Allison hadn't.

Stiles liked how easy it was to make a game plan with Chris and Peter though. Exchange numbers, agree to talk to their people and then arrange a meeting all four of them would be comfortable with. And then he was supposed to leave again, get back home. Just to be stopped by the husbands, who kept making very strong arguments against Stiles leaving. All alone, late at night, on a road he wasn't familiar with. Yeah, looking at it like that, that was the perfect set-up for a horror movie.

So, Stiles accepted. Even though every fiber of his being told him to get out of that house because he absolutely could not sleep in the same house as the ridiculously hot, married pair of True Mates who were the fathers of Scott's mate. And yet that was exactly what he ended up doing.

Peter showed him the guest room, and the guest bathroom, and then handed him clothes with a comment about not having to sleep in his jeans and dress shirt (yes, Stiles had put on a button-down shirt in an attempt to be presentable and professional for this meeting). Stiles turned to look at himself in the bathroom mirror, noting the way the dark-gray sweat-shirt hung off his frame while the black sweat-pants fit surprisingly well. Chris' shirt, Peter's pants, was his conclusion. The shirt kept slipping off his shoulder, because Chris had ridiculous shoulders while Stiles absolutely did not, the sleeves eating Stiles' fingers in a way that Stiles honestly kind of enjoyed. Still, he thought he looked ridiculous in the shirt. But it was comfortable, so there was that.

He decided to screw it and head downstairs in their clothes. Never in his life had he gotten 'presentable' for breakfast and he was not going to start now. They'd invited him to stay and they'd given him their clothes, so this shouldn't be an issue, right?

"Good morning," Stiles greeted, feeling only slightly awkward as he entered the kitchen.

These were strangers, he'd met them last night and now he was in their kitchen for breakfast, wearing their clothes. How was this his life. Peter was at the stove, making scrambled eggs in one pan and sizzling bacon in another, while Chris was sitting at the set table, reading the newspaper. Both turned to look at him when he entered. Chris choked on his coffee, coughing violently. It made Stiles wince. Yeah, he knew he looked ridiculous in the other man's sweat-shirt.

"Did," Peter cleared his throat. "Did you sleep well?"

Stiles nodded, offering a small smile. "That bed's actual heaven and I don't know what those sheets are, but if they're missing when I leave? Don't think about it too hard."

Peter huffed out a laugh at that, amusement sparkling in his piercing, blue eyes. "We do tend to only get the best. Though the master bedroom's mattress is even higher quality."

Oh, it was really hard to remind himself that this was not flirting, couldn't be flirting, but rather that this was some kind of rich people small-talk that Stiles wasn't privy to. Shaking his head, Stiles went to sit down next to Chris, accepting a cup of coffee from the man.

"Do you mind… if I ask about your magic?" Chris asked after a long moment.

"Mh?" Stiles blinked, surprised by the unexpected quest. "Uh, no? I think? Sorry. Just, never been asked that before. I mean, never been asked if someone can ask. Usually, it's just a myriad of questions, if it comes up at all. I don't exactly advertise my magic, outside of my Emissary duties."

"What kind of magic user are you?" Chris wanted to know. "I've met Emissaries who were druids, witches, mages. Not that it matters, it's simply curiosity."

"I'm a Spark. The Spark of Beacon County, to be precise."

He was deliberate in saying county, not Hill. Because these mountains and the Hale territory? They were also his territory, technically, in his function as a Spark. He delighted in the way Peter growled and Chris sucked in a surprised breath. Sparks were incredibly rare nowadays. Natural magic users, who were gifted their powers by their land's Nemeton, chosen to protect the land. Other magic users, they had to use tools to channel their magic – potions, spells, runes – but Sparks were naturally born with magic, they carried that spark of magic in their soul. Which also did make them targets. That was why Stiles usually didn't disclose his status, but there was something about Peter and Chris that made him want to impress them, want to prove himself to them.

"Beacon County," Peter muttered curiously. "That includes our territory. That's… a very wide range. You must be quite powerful."

A small grin spread over Stiles' lips as he tilted his head and flashed his eyes at them – vibrant, turquoise and intense. It earned him a flash of ice-blue beta eyes from Peter, and a growl. A shiver ran down Stiles' spine at that and at the desperate need to be this wolf's prey.

"Breakfast is ready," Peter announced after a moment, serving them. "Eat up, Bambi."

Stiles paused, confused, because Peter was looking at him. "What?"

"The magic eyes are pretty, but I think I prefer those big, brown doe-eyes of yours. Like Bambi."

That was just teasing. Making fun of Stiles. The way people always made fun of Stiles for being such a young Emissary – so yeah, the baby deer checked out. Not flirting. He wasn't supposed to feel a pleasant rush at the nickname. Shaking his head, Stiles turned to focus on the food.

/break\

"I have a mate," Kira's voice was an awe-filled whisper. "I have a mate. A pretty, strong, flannel-wearing mate. Sti—iles, let me go talk to her."

Stiles rolled his eyes, praying for strength as he grabbed Kira by the arm. "We literally had this conversation two days ago about Scott. A meeting will be arranged and then you can talk to her. It's old tradition, but not outdated for reasons. Like, the fact that they did sneak into our territory."

Scott turned on the puppy-dog eyes. "I thought you talked to their dads and said they were fine."

They would be having a pack meeting that night, with everyone, where they'd explain the situation and Stiles would report to them all about his conversation with the Argent-Hale husbands (definitely not about how he'd slept in their clothes or shared breakfast with them or how Peter had packed him a lunch before Stiles had left after breakfast this morning. Also definitely not about the fact that he had kind of sort of stolen Chris' shirt). Stiles had wanted to give Scott, and especially Kira, a heads-up though. He also wanted to get a first feeling for what they'd want, so he could text Peter and Chris (no, he wasn't itching for an excuse to text them. He was being very normal about them).

Kira whined and slumped sideways against Scott, who mimicked her expression. Stiles hated them both for making him the adult in this situation. He crossed his arms sternly, glaring at them.

"Look," Stiles sighed softly. "I know you want to talk to them, but I just really… We will do this right, alright? So, how about you two brainstorm this. First off: Do you want two separate meetings, or do you want to make it one meeting? Show our pack as a united front and also as welcoming toward our pack-members' mates? It would be reasonable for Kira to not want a combined meeting, since bringing your Alpha to your first meeting with your mate might be intimidating."

"Oh," Kira blinked. "I hadn't considered that. I guess yeah, meeting other Alphas always does make me kinda nervous, it would probably make her nervous to have Scott there, huh?"

"It might also make her more comfortable to have her sister with her though," Stiles argued. "Which is why I want to know what you two would want, so I can pass that along to Chris and Peter, who'll tell me what Allison and Malia want, and then we find an agreement."

"Chris and Peter?" Scott echoed curiously, before grinning, broad and pleased. "Are you getting onto our fathers-in-law's good side already?"

Oh, that was absolutely a thing Stiles didn't need to consider about the two hot DILFs he couldn't stop thinking about. He shifted some, eyes settling on his bag, with Chris' shirt in it.

"There's also the matter of chaperons to be considered," Stiles continued. "Family members aren't uncommon, so the sisters might opt to pick each other. You could choose your parents, don't make such a face, Scotty, I find the idea of bringing my dad to a first date awkward too, but since it's all about protecting the pack, it makes sense that teen wolves would bring their parents for safety. It's most common to have both packs' Emissaries chaperon though, since they are the most neutral and are also the ones who arranged the meeting in the first place."

"I don't mind you coming along, Stiles," Scott tilted his head. "Actually, I think it would make me feel better to have my best bud with me because the whole thing, as eager as I am, does make me hella nervous. I mean, she's my soulmate. I don't even know her but I already know I want to spend the rest of my life making her smile and that's… that's scarily intense."

"I wouldn't mind you being there too," Kira piped up. "And on the matter of it being a double date or not, I… I don't care either way? Like, if Scott's presence makes her uncomfortable, I'm fine separating our meetings, but if she wants her sister there with her, I'm also fine with doubling."

"Yeah," Scott nodded. "I wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

Stiles nodded pleased, arms slowly uncrossing as he relaxed. Doing his Emissary work was a great distraction from his turmoil of feelings and desires that he absolutely had no time to deal with.

"Okay, then let's talk possible locations," Stiles sat down in front of them with his legs crossed.

With that, the three really got into the nitty-gritty of it all, mapping out various scenarios on how this could or should go, Stiles taking notes to later discuss with Chris and Peter.

/break\

Three hours. Peter and Chris had to listen to a three hour lecture from Talia. The first hour was about how irresponsible they had acted as fathers, how bad their advise to their daughters had been. The second hour was dedicated to how irresponsible they had acted in regards to their own mate, by inviting him to stay the night – how incredibly inappropriate that had been. And the last hour was all for Peter and about how all of this was so much worse because he was her left hand, he was her adviser, her second, her representative. Excruciating to listen to.

And yet, for the first time in his life, Peter found himself not even minding the lecture too much. His thoughts kept drifting off to their beautiful, doe-eyed, snarky little mate. They had a third. Peter had been blessed, not just with his wonderful Christopher, but with a little spitfire Spark too.

The image of their mate walking into their kitchen, wearing Peter's sweat-pants that pooled only a tiny bit around his ankles, because Stiles and Peter were nearly the same height, and Chris' sweat-shirt, the one that was worn out to be so soft that it was Peter's favorite to borrow too, which was why he had picked it – to make Stiles smell like them both, and to make his favorite shirt smell like Stiles. Sadly, Peter hadn't found the shirt yet. Wherever Stiles must have thought the hamper was, it was not their actual hamper. Oh well, once they got home, Peter would get to more thoroughly search for it and then put it on and bask in both his mates' scents.

"Dad, why does pa look smug? You two just got scolded by aunt Talia for like… three and a half hours…" Allison frowned, first at Peter and then at Chris. "What is going on?"

Chris behind Peter heaved a sigh and closed the door as the two of them walked into the living room, where their daughters were waiting for them. Malia was curled against Allison's back, scrolling on her phone, while Allison had been sharpening arrows until their dads entered.

"Hello to you too, princess," Peter huffed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"We… need to talk, girls," Chris' voice was heavy, though he paused when he saw the way their daughters exchanged a worried glance. "It's not something bad, it's just… a lot."

"We guessed, considering you texted us last night to come home," Malia raised an eyebrow. "Is this about my mate? You said you'd talk to Deaton so he will arrange a meeting next week. Did you?"

"No, we haven't had a chance to speak to Dr. Deaton yet," Chris rubbed a hand over his face. "Before we could call him, we got a… surprise visitor. The McCall Pack's Emissary."

Allison froze and Malia turned her head to sniff around, her eyes flashing blue. "Wait. Stiles is the pack's Emissary? I thought there was a weird familiar scent lingering that doesn't belong here."

"Stiles is the Emissary of the McCall Pack," Peter confirmed with a slow nod. "But he wasn't here about you, pumpkin. He was here about Allison."

"Wait, what," Allison's eyes widened. "Why me?"

Peter and Chris sat down on the living room table, right in front of their daughters. Peter slipped one hand into his husband's, linking their fingers. Giving it a light squeeze. All Chris had wanted was for their girls to be safe, and to not get involved with the attention-drawing True Alpha. Now Allison was that True Alpha's True Mate. They hadn't even had a chance to talk about that yet.

"Alpha Scott McCall recognized you as his True Mate, when Malia found hers," Peter spoke gently, a voice he had reserved only for his daughters. "And he sent Emissary Stilinski to make contact with us. You… have both found your True Mates."

There was a pregnant pause, not just because Peter was giving the girls the chance to digest, but also because Peter was struggling with whether or not to tell them about Stiles too. Lies had never been how they did things in their family. Allison had demanded it, after all the lies the Argents had kept, all the danger that had put them in, and Chris and Peter had promised to never lie to them.

"When Emissary Stilinski arrived here, Peter…" Chris gave his mate a look, receiving a short nod of confirmation. "Peter realized that he's our mate. Our third. That… we are a triad."

"Stiles," Malia stared at them stunned. "Stiles is your mate. Stiles?"

"Dad, you really have a type," Allison couldn't help but say, covering her mouth with a hand. "I'm sorry, I just… the snarky sarcasm, manipulative, sly. You have a type."

Chris made a small noise, burying his face in his hands. A pleased grin spread over his lips as Peter considered this. Snarky, sarcastic, sly? That sounded delightful, he couldn't wait to get to know Stiles better, though he had to admit that he'd liked the first impression already.

"So… what's going to happen now?" Malia asked tensely. "For… For all of us?"

"Dr. Deaton will return on Monday and me and Peter are going to talk to him, to… send him to the McCall Pack on our behalf," Chris sighed, looking tired. "Which… is going to complicate things for you two too, and I'm sorry for that. Peter and I could have continued making the arrangements, but since… protocol dictates that… we shouldn't talk to Stiles directly either. So Dr. Deaton is going to take over the arrangements for… all four of us."

"Am I the only one who thinks that this is really freaky," Allison blinked. "I mean, that all four of us found our True Mates in the McCall Pack, right?"

"Yeah, no, I agree," Peter chuckled lightly, reaching out to caress Allison's cheeks, to scent-mark her. "I'm very much looking forward to how this is all going to unfold."

Malia made a small noise, glowering. Peter reached out to caress her too. He could relate, after all. His wolf wanted nothing more than to follow Stiles, to steal their mate and bring him back to their den and then curl around the young Spark. A sigh escaped him. It was Saturday evening and Deaton was only going to return on Monday, to then be briefed and, at the earliest, drive out to Beacon Hills on Tuesday. It was very unlikely that they'd get to see their mate before the end of the week.

/break\

Stiles was lounging on his bed, working on his homework. Scott kept giving him looks. He had done so for the past three days now. And maybe it was deserved. But Stiles was absolutely not going to bring this up first. He would literally rather die than explain to his best friend why he was wearing a gray sweat-shirt that didn't fit him and wasn't his and smelt like two strangers. Nope. Unless Scott put words to those significant looks, Stiles wasn't going to explain anything.

Knocking on the door interrupted the awkward stares and Stiles was happy to flee and let the distraction in. With any luck, it would be Danny with a bag of burgers and milkshakes. When he opened the door, he did not come face to face with Danny and dinner.

"Uhm… I'm assuming you're visiting your… children? But you got the wrong door."

The stranger looked surprised for a moment, but then he smiled and shook his head, his eyes regarding first Stiles and then past him, looking at Scott. "No, Emissary Stilinski, I think I'm at the right door. Though… I didn't know you and Alpha McCall lived together. That… makes this a little more awkward, as I assume you are not going to leave if I request it."

Stiles raised both of his eyebrows, spreading his arms to hold onto the door and the frame. Blocking the entrance to their den. Something about this guy put him on alert. He dragged his eyes over the stranger, taking in the little details. The powder under his finger-nails, the bag he was carrying, the small splatters of something purple on his shirt.

"I'm not leaving my Alpha alone with a foreign magic user," Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Druid."

"Doctor Alan Deaton," the stranger looked genuinely surprised. "Yes, I am a druid. I'm the Emissary of the Hale Pack. And I'm here to speak to Alpha McCall."

"Why?" Scott was suddenly right behind Stiles, his chin on Stiles' shoulder. "I mean, don't Emissaries like… talk to each other? Also, weren't you just over at the Hale territory like five days ago? Did something happen? Did… Did Allison's parents change their mind-?"

"This is not about Allison or Malia," Deaton smiled enigmatically. "It's about your Emissary."

Stiles turned to look at Scott, who looked as surprised. "Dude, what did you do?"

"I swear I didn't do anything! I mean, not anything that should reflect badly on you, or us?"

Oh no. Peter's wolf-nose had been able to smell his attraction to the mated pair and he'd made them uncomfortable. They sent their Emissary to deal with Stiles after all so they wouldn't have to. That explained why they hadn't replied to his texts yet, even though he'd sent them on Sunday and now was Tuesday. He'd distracted himself with school work on Monday, but the more hours had passed today, the more jittery did he grow. He'd fucked up, hadn't he?

"Perhaps we could move this conversation out of the dormitory hallway…?"

Stiles didn't like letting the guy in, but he didn't want to have this conversation outside either. Stepping aside, he led the way toward their kitchen table. Though he remained standing.

"From what Peter told me, you have done excellent Emissary work," Deaton assured Stiles. "It were Peter and Christopher who acted inappropriately. Peter realized that you are their mate, their third. They should have ended conversations at that point, not invited you to stay. And judging by the way you are wearing Chris' alma mater sweater, I am assuming you can feel the pull of the bond too."

A blush lit up Stiles' face and it only grew darker when Scott turned wide-eyed on him. So there was the answer to Scott's unasked question about the sweater. Stiles fidgeted with the sleeves.

"Wait," Stiles' heart sped up. "I'm their mate. Both their mate."

He had mates. He had two mates. A triad. Triads were incredibly rare and incredibly powerful. Oh, okay, no actually that checked out. He was a Spark. He was incredibly rare and incredibly powerful. It figured that he'd have two mates sent by the Fates to protect him. A strong, cunning wolf and a seasoned, capable hunter. He swallowed hard. So that had been flirting after all, huh. Wow.

"That's why they haven't answered my texts," Stiles whispered with a relieved sigh.

"Talia – Alpha Hale – has confiscated their phones, after she learned that they had dared exchange numbers with you," Deaton chuckled. "I'm here to take over conversations regarding Malia and Kira, as well as to start a dialogue about you, Emissary Stilinski."

Nodding slowly, Stiles leaned back. Okay. Okay, yeah that made sense. His stomach flipped. He had two really fucking hot mates, holy shit. Biting his lips, he sat down after all. This was a lot.

/break\

Chris was feeling giddy like a teenager ready for prom, it was quite frankly embarrassing. At least his husband next to him was no better. If anything, Peter was worse. It took Chris holding his hand to stop Peter from running off to the campus and stealing Stiles early.

Today was the day, after eight torturous days of not seeing their mate, today was finally the day of their first official meeting. They'd agreed on a restaurant of Chris and Peter's choice, but within the McCall territory. Giving Stiles the reassurance of his pack being close by, while allowing Peter's wolf to show their mate they could provide for him. However, their meeting was only in three hours. They had left home a little early and a little over-eager…

Chris' phone buzzed – he had gotten it back from their Alpha today, though with a stern glare. He frowned curiously when he saw the name BAMBI blink up at him. Right. Peter had saved Stiles' number on Chris' phone. Accepting the call, Chris straightened his posture.

"Hello, Stiles," Chris immediately got Peter's attention, the wolf perking up.

"Uhm, sorry. Not Stiles. Scott," a pause. "Scott McCall. Alpha Scott McCall. I swear I will get the hang of this one day. I'm… uh… I'm calling on Stiles' behalf."

"Alpha McCall," Chris' eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you calling me from my mate's phone?"

"I, we, are sorry to call this short-notice, but…" Scott made another pause, awkward. "I'm sorry, we'll have to cancel today's meeting. Not cancel. Just… reschedule."

"I'll ask again. Why do you have his phone? Is he alright? Did he get hurt?"

"No! No, no, he's not hurt," Scott was quick to answer. "I swear. I just… He's not… feeling well. Like, really not well. I hope you didn't leave yet and I hope you're open to… finding a different date. But today isn't… a good day. Again. I'm sorry. Like, really sorry, I know how much this must suck for you, I wouldn't have wanted to reschedule mine and Allison's first meeting, but he… really isn't feeling up to it, and I hope you understand that."

It felt like there was lead settling in Chris' stomach and he gripped Peter's hand very tightly. Of course did they understand, but they had been looking forward to today all week long. And the thought of their mate being sick and alone didn't help with the unsettled feeling.

"Of course," Chris cleared his throat. "We'll… We'll reschedule. Would you contact us, as soon as Stiles is feeling better? And give him our best, please."

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I, uh, I really am sorry that this is so sudden."

With a sigh did Chris hang up. He deflated some. They'd been looking forward to this date so much. He startled when his husband pulled on his hand, urging him on. Was Peter so disappointed he couldn't wait to get out of Beacon Hills again? Looking up, Chris frowned as he noticed that he was being dragged into a shop. A flower shop, to be precise.

"Peter, you heard the phone-call."

They had been on their way to this shop to get flowers for their mate, but Chris wasn't sure what the point was now. Peter growled lightly at him and sniffed around, following his nose to pick the right flowers (well, his nose and the price-tags. Peter always loved buying the most expensive thing, if it was also good). Raising one eyebrow, Chris watched and waited while Peter picked out a large, expensive and beautiful bouquet.

"We're going to meet our mate," Peter declared as they left the store.

"He's not feeling well," Chris frowned. "What are you up to, Peter?"

"Well, just because he's not up for a date doesn't mean we can't just… at least see him, before we head back," Peter pouted. "We're going to the restaurant where we have our reservation and we'll pick up soup for our Bambi. And then we head to the college, give him the flowers, the soup, see for ourselves how his condition is, and maybe check on our daughters while we're on campus."

Mh. Chris didn't hate that plan. He would feel much better if he'd get to see Stiles too. And his wolf was going to be unbearable if he didn't get to lay eyes on Stiles. Chris nodded his agreement and led the way to the restaurant to get some take-away soup for their sick mate.

They walked fast and with purpose, both eager to see Stiles. Though they did take a moment to compose themselves when they reached his dorm-room (that they had gotten from Malia and Allison). Chris raised his fist to knock at the door, since Peter's arms were full with the container of soup and the bouquet. Werewolf courting. Providing for their mate. Chris remembered being on the receiving end of that and how much it had flustered and pleased him.

"What are you doing here," Scott frowned at them, clearly displeased. "This is so not protocol."

"We bring soup for Stiles," Peter smiled lightly, lifting the container.

"Why?" Scott's frown deepened, confusion screwing his face.

"...Because you said he's sick," Chris narrowed his eyes at the young Alpha. "We'd like to see him."

Something felt off. Something about this felt off. The tenseness to Peter told him that his mate felt the same. Scott effectively blocked the entrance way. It didn't help settle the feeling.

"He doesn't want to see you," Scott glared.

Chris froze and Peter next to him gave the most miserable whine. Was that what was wrong? Stiles didn't want to see them? He wasn't sick, he was bailing on them. What had chased their mate away? The age difference, the fact that both Chris and Peter had daughters the same age as Stiles? Or was it Chris' family, what Gerard had done to Stiles?

Stiles squeaked, somewhere inside the dorm-room, and made a frustrated noise. "God damn it, Scotty, that was the crappiest way you could have phrased that!"

Scott winced and then offered an apologetic face. "Yeah, that came out wrong. Sorry."

Peter took a slow, deep breath and Chris could see the self-restraint that went into him not immediately moving. "With all due respect, Alpha McCall, but if you don't get out of my way right now so I can see my mate, I will do something my sister is going to hate."

At the clear threat, Scott flashed his eyes Alpha-red and growled. "I will not be threatened in my territory. And certainly not for acting in my pack's best interests."

A defeated sigh came from Stiles. "It's okay, Scott. Just… Just let them in…"

With a frown did Scott turn around, presumably to face Stiles. "But you said-"

"Yeah, yeah," Stiles sighed again. "I said I didn't want them to see me like this. I didn't calculate for protective werewolf instincts though. You think that they could keep you from Allison, if you thought she was sick or maybe hurt…?"

That made the young Alpha falter. Finally did he step aside, allowing Chris and Peter to enter the room. It was small, a kitchenette in the corner, with a round table that had two hairs, a door opposite the kitchenette, most likely leading to the bathroom, and opposite the entrance, in the two other corners of the room, two beds. Stiles was sitting on one of them, the one that had been out of view due to the angle. The boy was curled into himself, legs drawn up against his chest, arms around his knees. It made him look so small and it made Chris want to protect him. The second thing he noticed was the shirt Stiles was wearing. Because it was Chris' shirt.

"So that's why I can't find it anywhere in our home," Peter noted curiously. "You took it."

Stiles frowned at them for a moment, before he realized what he was wearing and what Peter was talking about. His cheeks flushed a pretty pink and he turned to look away from them, clearly embarrassed. The third thing that stood out was Stiles' overall state. He was pale, paler than he'd been when they'd met him, which made the blush look all the brighter. There were deep, dark bags under his eyes. Red-rimmed eyes, like he had been crying. Stiles' thumbs were pressing against the pads of his fingers again, slow and purposeful. Ah.

"Why did you tell Scott to lie to us?" Chris asked, keeping his voice soft.

He didn't want it to sound like an accusation, but he did have to know. Stiles looked up, frowning at him. Peter, all the while, had taken a seat on Stiles' bed, right next to Stiles. Not touching though, not yet. Not now that they both had realized that Stiles wasn't physically sick, Stiles was most likely dealing with the aftermath of a flashback. They didn't know what kind of trauma he'd gone through, they knew so little about their mate, so it was better to not startle him with unexpected and thus perhaps unwelcome touch. Chris grabbed one of the chairs and dragged it in front of Stiles' bed so he could sit opposite the boy without sitting down on Scott's bed. Scott, who was still lingering at the door, though he'd closed it by now. He was watching them, wary and careful. Protecting his vulnerable pack-mate. Chris could appreciate that.

"And why didn't you want to see us…?" Peter reached out, still not touching but clearly fighting his instincts here. "Did you think we would judge you for having flashbacks…?"

Stiles' head snapped over to stare at Peter in surprise. "How-"

"We've both lived through our own fair share of trauma, we do recognize the aftermath of a flashback from having seen it on each other," Chris offered gently.

Stiles folded himself even smaller, resting his chin on his knees. "I just… I was really looking forward to today. I went shopping with Lydia, Jackson and Danny, so I wouldn't be under-dressed in the stupidly expensive restaurant you picked. But last night… wasn't a good night… I have those, kind of regularly. I look like a fucking mess, I didn't… I wanted to look good when we had our first official meeting, not like something that got chewed through and spit out…"

"You look absolutely beautiful, darling," Peter's voice was so loving.

"Right," Stiles snorted, giving the wolf a look.

"You're alive," Chris offered, resting a hand on the bed, also wanting to touch but keeping himself from it just like Peter. "Whatever you went through that traumatized you, you survived. And that's beautiful. That's what Peter always tells me about my scars. A hunter's life isn't safe, you know."

"It wasn't just that I didn't want you to see me like this," Stiles muttered after a moment. "You booked dinner at this really nice looking restaurant and it would have just… been a waste."

"Why?" Peter asked curiously, trying to contain himself.

Is Chris was struggling with how much he wanted to comfort their mate, then Peter's wolf must be absolutely losing it right now. A noise came from Scott, drawing the triad's attention to him.

"Stiles," Scott's face was twisted in pain. "You know you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, right. I just. I know you get what True Mates mean for a werewolf, but you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable for your mate, okay?"

Stiles offered his Alpha a tired smile. "I know, Scotty. It… It's okay… But… would you mind giving us some… time alone? I don't think I can do this with you in the room."

The young Alpha looked dejected at that, but he nodded and turned around toward the door, pausing for just a moment. "You know that I don't blame you, right? And that I love you."

Stiles blinked away tears and nodded jerkily. "I know. Doesn't stop me from blaming myself."

A sad, tired sigh came from Scott, as though this was a conversation they'd had a lot in the past. Scott left the room, closing the door behind himself. Chris searched Peter's face, wondering if his wolf had any more of a clue about what was going on, based on scents, but Peter just shook his head. After a moment, Stiles scooted a little closer to Peter, and then he patted the spot on his left while looking at Chris. Well, Chris wasn't going to decline that invitation.

"When we were still in high school, when Kira had just joined our pack, we…" Stiles was deliberately staring at the wall opposite them, not at either Chris or Peter. "Kira's mom, she moved here for a reason. She was hunting something, an old nemesis. A Nogitsune. Do you… know of it?"

"Yes," Chris swallowed hard and nodded. "I've read about them."

"I know of a pack that once faced one themselves," Peter spoke carefully. "It had possessed a local in their town and… decimated the place. Not many survived."

"I was possessed," Stiles' voice was barely a whisper and the look on his face was near vacant.

Chris made a strangled noise at that. He'd known there was trauma, but he had assumed from an attack. Stiles had been possessed, by a demon. Looking over Stiles' head, he searched Peter's face. There was anguish in Peter's eyes, despair.

"It… killed many, before my pack could stop it," Stiles continued. "Not… Not fast enough though. I ki… It killed one of our own. Aiden. And it also messed with my… head. I know you noticed the finger-tapping. I'm counting my fingers, because in a dream, you don't have five fingers, you have too many fingers, so as long as I have five fingers on each hand, I know I'm awake and that it's not… not a dream, that the Nogitsune isn't messing with me…"

"Stiles, can we touch you?" Chris asked in a low voice.

A jerky nod was all it took for Chris and Peter to attach themselves to their mate from either side, sandwiching him in a tight, comforting hug. Finally, the vacant expression on Stiles' face broke. Sobs wrecked the boy as he cried in their arms, clinging onto them both. They stayed like that for nearly an hour before Stiles had calmed down somewhat. They'd moved in that time, to lay on the bed. Chris pressed against the wall, on his back, with Stiles half on top of him, curled together on his chest, and Peter pressed against Stiles' back, arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

"I… still have nightmares. It happened two years ago and I have… gotten much better, but I still get them at times. Random times. Sometimes, triggered by something specific. Other times, it just… overcomes me. After, it… it is really hard for me to tell what's real and what isn't… That's part of why I didn't want to see you because I didn't want to… question if it was really happening. Besides, the nightmares usually leave me with… everything tasting like ash, so… waste of food."

"I need you to know, and to understand, that we're your mates, Bambi," Peter whispered, urgent but soft. "We're here to support you and to protect you. Yes, we wanted to take you out on a big date, to show you that we can provide for you, mate. Show you a good time. But we're also more than happy to simply hold you, to provide you with comfort. And either way, we got to know you better."

"I'm a mess," Stiles sounded defeated, burying his nose in Chris' collarbone. "I'm nineteen and I have PTSD trice over. You guys got your life together, you're happy, you have a family. I don't…"

"You deserve to feel safe, doll," Chris gently brushed Stiles' hair back. "You deserve to have mates and maybe, you got two who 'got their life together' so they can help you with yours. Because we've been there. Maybe not a possession, but… I helped kill my sister, I lost my wife to suicide because she couldn't bear the thought of turning into a werewolf, I cut ties with my father, and that's just the family trauma. I've seen my fair share of nasty fights and near-death experiences during my time as a hunter too. We worked very hard to get to this place, and we can help you get there too. Besides, it also comes with a certain amount of patience."

"When I was younger, there was a… fire, an attack on my family. It left me in a coma for years, trapped in my own body, unable to communicate," Peter's voice was sorrowful, his face hidden in Stiles' neck. "I… It took me years and therapy and the help of my family to recover."

"Oh," Stiles made a small noise, but didn't speak.

"Maybe Fate brought us together because we're all broken in our own ways," Chris suggested. "And maybe we can make each other more whole again, together, mh?"

"I… I'd like that," Stiles tilted his head up to smile weakly. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, doll," Chris returned his smile. "You're ours, after all. And we're yours."

/break\

Peter's wolf couldn't be happier. He was wearing Chris' alma mater shirt and over it, Stiles' red hooded jacket. The jacket sat very snug if he closed it, but it moderately fit if he left it open. Surrounded in his mates' scents, while said mates were bickering in the kitchen. Stiles had come over for the weekend and he decided to make lunch today, just for Chris – the only member of their triad who couldn't cook for shit – to offer his help. Bickering ensued.

"Get out of my kitchen, Christopher!" Stiles smacked the hunter with a spatula.

Peter couldn't help the purr. My kitchen. Stiles claimed their kitchen as his own. They'd only known each other for a few, short months, yet it felt as though Stiles had always been a part of their lives, a part of them, and it seemed that Stiles felt the same way.

"This is so weird for me," Scott muttered miserably. "I mean. He's my best friend. And now he's, like, my father-in-law. It's bizarre. It hurts my head."

Allison, perched on his lap, laughed softly and kissed his cheek. Shaking his head, Peter turned away from the kitchen to pay attention to the card-game he was currently losing. He narrowed his eyes at Kira, who offered the brightest, most innocent smile. Her pinkie was linked with Malia's, who didn't seem to care at all that she was losing too, five games in a row now. Absolutely smitten with her mate and simply happy to see Kira winning. Well, Peter didn't feel the same, he would prefer to see Peter winning. Or, with a look at Scott, he would be appeased by having his own mate – either of them – perched on his lap too. Realistically, Stiles. Chris wasn't much into sitting in people's laps, much to Peter's dismay. Stiles however absolutely loved it.

"He kicked me out," Chris grunted annoyed as he sat down next to Peter. "I paid for that kitchen. And he just. Kicked me out of it. After smacking me with a spatula."

Scott looked troubled. "...Is that a euphemism? Please tell me it's not a euphemism."

"It is literal, Scotty, get your mind out of the gutter," Stiles huffed and walked into the living room. "You people are all awful, for different reasons. Aside from Kira and Allison, they're my favorites."

The two girls perked up with broad grins, while Peter growled. How dare he wasn't the favorite. He wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist and pulled him down into Peter's lap, where he belonged, so he could nose at Stiles' neck. The Spark huffed and rolled his eyes but he also relaxed into Peter.

"Dinner will be simmering for another twenty minutes and then we can eat," Stiles offered. "But, for the record, I'm with Scotty on how damn weird these family dinners are."

"Imagine if mom and dad could have also made it," Scott offered dryly.

Scott's mom and Stiles' dad were dating, which… Yes, at that point, Peter didn't want to draw their family tree. Whatever. He got to nuzzle Stiles, while Chris was pressed against him. It was perfect.

~*~ The End ~*~

[sidewayspeace444]

If I may speak. I want everyone to take a good look at these "real blogs" and how they conduct themselves.

They have nonstop claimed to have insider and private info on this man for the first time in decades, and then when the info is not matching or is wrong, or they don't deliver, they gaslight people and claim they never said it. They twist words and constantly play victim.

Since November they have not been informed clearly of anything with this "couple". Why? Because the narrative does not need selling anymore. Usually that's a signal it's coming to an end. I hate to tell you, but hollywood uses fans all the time for PR. But this one got out of hand because of the people they used to push the narrative. Clearly those blogs felt that justified their targeted attacks and bullying on other people. It's outrageous.

A blog simply said that Scott was watching Dodger in LA, as per a zoom he did with a fan (he does those on cameo) . This prompted Lonesome to attack that blog and act like they "Don't know anything" about Chris, and they proceeded to post 6 year old doggy daycare footage of his pet. In order to prove what? I leave my pet at daycare and have a decade (for various pets) No one has access to a fucking camera from a pet daycare unless you own an animal there. Which means she either illegally obtained that content or someone working there violated their job for clout. Either way, you can be sued.

On top of that, she and her minion Claire targeted the other blog and accused them of making "nonstop accounts" and then tried to pretend their own browser history was that of the other blog. Do they really think that you can just hack into someone's computer and see their browsing? These people are insane and unhinged. That was their own browser history, not the other blog, not to mention they posted it being 1:00 am, Oh you hacked into someone's computer when she was sleeping huh? . And let's remember LQ and Claire are the ones who have continuously stalked that other blog and a few others, and constantly post screen shots of everything they do. This is targeted harassment, this is so far beyond "real or PR" sides. This is nonsense. What people need to be doing is reporting those damn psychotic blogs and stop giving them attention. Cut it off. They are over the line. There's plenty of people here who may view this stunt differently, but going after people just because they knew something you didn't, and trying to boast that you have private footage of this man's animal is another level of Sick. And frankly she should be torn down for that alone.

The PR blogs you may not agree with everything they do , but they have not behaved like these other blogs, not even close.

Lonesome and her minions need to just go away and never come back.

Who and what is Claire? Irrelevant.

I’ve seen the Scott photo myself. All three of them. It existed. I don’t care if people decide to shade me, or post indirect messages or not. It doesn’t follow certain peoples narratives or ideas, and that’s exactly what pisses others off.

I don’t care what Lonesome thinks or believes. If she wants to live in a fantasy bubble that this is true luv 💙 then go for it, but when you openly attack people for the very same thing you have been doing in the past, then you should be called out.

I’m still waiting on that Tomas photo from June of 2022.

[buckybarnesss]

I get not liking Allison. She did some shitty things, truly. But the way people hate her but then champion around Theo is truly wild.

Allison did bad things. She is susceptible to manipulation (something she shares with Derek, which is incredibly common in abuse survivors!!). But she never really gets gleeful about killing and torture the way Kate, Theo, Peter, and Deucalion get.

Theo, Duecalion and Peter are all outright villains. They are also victims. They have their origin stories.

Kate is also a victim of Gerard's abuse and manipulations but she is very much a villain. She revels in her violence, manipulative games and her abuse of others. It makes her feel powerful and in control which she likely never did with Gerard.

Jennifer is also a victim and one can definitely understand why she becomes consumed with revenge against the alpha pack but she is still a villain.

One can be sympathetic and empathize with these characters while still recognizing their villainy.

Even Jackson receives a lot of sympathy in the narrative and nothing Jackson does is on par with the main villains. He's a petty, insecure high school jock and bullies Stiles and Scott repeatedly. It's also heavily implied his family ignored the abuse Isaac was suffering just across the street. Point is, he was used against his will to murder people and the narrative makes it clear he is horrified at that. Despite being an asshole he willingly allows Derek (and Peter) to kill him than continue to be a puppet.

Fandom has written essays upon essays about why a particular character is justified actually but the amount of times I've seen very little grace and empathy given to Allison could fill a sock full of quarters for which I could beat sense into them with.

Allison suffered abuse from her family. Her interests were devalued and she felt the need to hide them (her artwork and photography). These things were clearly devalued over her archery and gymnastics by Chris and Victoria because unbeknownst to Allison she was being trained to eventually become a hunter.

She has been lied to her entire life about her family's true nature and all through season 1 her parents gaslight her.

Her father terrorizes and tries to kill her boyfriend solely because he's a werewolf. Scott did nothing wrong besides fall in love with her. Her father threatened Jackson and Stiles. Has threatened Derek. Threatened Lydia because she didn't turn when bit.

Chris had her fucking kidnapped as part of her "training". Allison was legitimately terrified.

Her mother commits suicide because the Code says so. Her mother rather die and leave Allison motherless at 17 than be a werewolf. By and large we see very little evidence werewolves cannot have normal and fulfilling lives. In fact the biggest threats to them are people like the Argents.

Kate wants to groom Allison into being like her. Her introduction to the supernatural is Kate torturing Derek. Allison had met Derek. He'd been nice to her. Kate tries to coerce Allison in joining into her depravity.

Allison learns that Kate killed an entire family. Not just the adults but children too. They burned alive. Kate was like a sister to her and her closest family member that she was excited to see and trusted. The betrayal of that. And than Kate is killed in front of her.

Despite good intentions Scott keeps the truth about her mother from her until after she's already falling victim to Gerard's manipulations and lies.

Allison's entire season 3 arc is knowing she fucked up. Her actions dominoes into Erica's death. It's no accident she discovers Erica's body and is there to see Derek's grief. She feels enormously guilty about it and spends all of s3 trying to atone. She's haunted repeatedly by her mother and Kate.

Allison was 17 years old and in the end she died trying to save her friends. She wasn't a bad person. She made bad choices based on lies, manipulations and not being told the full truth.

But there's a large segment of fandom that just writes her off and in the same breath defends Peter, Theo and Duecalion. Allison is a lot like Derek and Derek is one of the most popular characters but in the same turn Allison and Derek receive a lot of the same kind of criticism.

They aren't perfect abuse victims and make questionable decisions sometimes which makes people upsetti-spaghetti.

I think that dismissing Allison as some stupid little girl -- which is what so many of these arguments boil down to -- just devalues her character arc, what she meant to the other characters and the place she has in the story.

She's so much more than Scott's Lost Lenore or Chris's dead daughter. Allison Argent fought so hard to have agency in her own life.

[majaloveschris]

What do you think about Lonesome saying they got video proof of the engagement?

You know that I don't talk about other blogs here; however, as I used to do in the past, I'm going to talk about the information they shared!

Disclaimer: Everything I say here is not about Lonesome but about their source. Do not use my post to send hateful comments or death threats to them. Do not repost my post with any hateful and disgusting comments.

I always try to think through things rationally and with all the possibilities, not only from a PR perspective.

So Lonesome mentioned that their source is somebody from Chris's side. I have the first and probably the biggest problem here. I don't think anybody from his circle would give away anything about him, especially not about his personal life. Who could this person be? Someone who is extremely close to him, like a family member or a close friend, who didn't just see the video and the photo but also has them. I can't imagine Tara, Carly, Scott, or anybody like that going online and sharing anything, but especially something so private and intimate like a proposal.

Another question: Why? Why would anyone from his side want to share this? What would be the reason? Why would they want to get this out? They clearly asked Lonesome not to share the picture or the video, but then what's the point in sharing the information? If they are a trustworthy source, if there are pictures or videos, and they aren't photoshopped or anything like that, why not give permission to share them? Giving information to someone but not allowing them to post actual evidence of it—and I'm not talking about anything personal—seems pointless to me.

So if they are truly together and they clearly want to keep it secret, since the source said nothing about the announcement but that it won't be the thing that comes in the next few months but the wedding, then why does everybody keep leaking and leaking everything about the engagement and the fact that there will be a wedding? There is no way they don't know; they don't want to make it public. And why would their families and friends make their private lives public, especially when they know they don't want it? Also makes no sense.

I don't trust nameless, faceless sources, especially when they say they know something so personal and intimate. No matter if it would support the real or the PR side. I can't believe them; I'm sorry. Especially when I have never even talked to them or known anything about them.

We have never ever gotten anything so personal out about Chris; nobody has ever leaked anything so private, except for his d pic, but that's on him. Even DM admitted that she has nothing on him since he has a really closed-off group of friends. And to me, it's so surreal to think that everybody would betray him like this.

So this is my take on the whole thing. Again, it's about the source, not about Lonesome. Do not go to their blog and leave hateful or disgusting comments, or do the same thing by commenting on or reblogging my post. I do not stand for bullying other people or blogs.

[harlstiel]

Can we take a moment to talk about Issac and Scott, and while I do believe that Isaac at some point did have a crush, that formed into more of an admiration, and ended with seeing him as more of an authority figure than anything?

The first we see of Isaac, he'd working in the graveyard, and he meets Derek, who offered (in a sense) a way to get rid of his fears. And while he's still scared of his father, his newfound strength and healing give him the confidence to stand up to his father in 'Shape Shifted'. We can assume, since he says his father wasn't always abusive, that Coach Lahey turned to alcoholism after Isaac's mother died. How? That remains unsaid.

It is hinted that he was abused before his brother died back when Matt was telling the story of what happened at the pool party. Coach Lahey saw a child who couldn't swim and bullied him into not telling anyone about the party. Nonetheless, at some point, Isaac became afraid of coming home each day and allowed his father to take control of the conversation with Sheriff Stilinski in the cemetery as Isaac's only figure of authority.

But Isaac, instead of shying away, confronts his father.

"You could've blinded me." He says this with anger, and for the first time, he feels like he can do something about it.

How did this tie in with his views on Scott? I'm getting there.

Coach Lahey tells Isaac that this is a punishment. That he deserved it. And this has probably been engraved in his mind as truth. When Derek kicks him out, he mimics that last experience Isaac had with his father. Derek, who he most likely put in the empty space left by Camden and saw as an older brother. Before that, Isaac didn't want to leave, but once Derek throws the glass at him, he does. Derek already radiates authority, but once Isaac realizes Derek can hurt him, he doesn't want to take that chance because of his strong sense of self-preservation. Isaac, even if it's for a split second, associates Derek with his father.

He goes to Scott because he trusts him and most definitely admires him. It's at this point where he replaces Derek and Camden with Scott (despite his small crush). Scott is now an authority figure. An Alpha. A leader. And, ultimately, when Isaac admits that he has a crush on Allison, he asks Scott if he's angry. He already feels guilt despite not actually indulging in his feelings for Allison. But when he admits to Scott that he wanted to, Scott throws him against the wall, and it looks like it hurts, despite Isaac's ability to heal.

This happens at least once more, but it seems like it happened many times before seeing as Melissa is as tired of it as she is. Isaac is now seeing Scott as this figure of authority that takes his anger out on him because Isac feels like he deserves it. He feels like he owes it to Scott, but he doesn't.

Eventually he latches himself onto Chris, who doesn't take his anger out on him. Chris holds him when he grieves Allison, and provides a place for him in France and that's where he stays for the rest of the series (presumably).

A note, this isn't Scott or Derek hate, but they do have their flaws and their moments just like every other character. I love them just like I love every other flawed-yet-not-inherently-evil character. While Scott could've handled that particular situation a lot better than he did, he didn't, and that part's not his fault. He's a teenager with super strength who gets angry. But while it's easy to make that mistake once, making it a pattern definitely was a bad Scott moment.

Derek could've sat Isaac down and explained why Isaac wasn't safe with him at the loft or just didn't kick him out in general. But Derek has his issues with communication, and it's something he works on and gets better at throughout the series.

That was a lot, but I also have very strong feelings regarding Isaac's trauma and relationship with the authority figures in his life.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Limerence

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60748345

by beaconmystery

Derek was doing well for himself and his pack of misfits, until a certain family comes to town.

Someone in particular is out to get this family, and the pack fall for some of the lies and rumours, so they partake in messing with certain individuals, whilst planning something way more serious to harm this family.

Does the realise their mistakes, or are they leading themselves down a warpath?

Words: 4574, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Allison Argent, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Jordan Parrish

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Cora Hale/Isaac Lahey

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Being an Asshole, The Pack Being Idiots, Betrayal, John Winchester is a good father, Rumours, Bullying, Bullied Stiles Stilinski, Bullied Sam Winchester, Protective Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Protective Derek Hale, New Kid Stiles Stilinski, stiles is misunderstood, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Intimidation, Peer Pressure, Stiles Stilinski Has ADHD, High School Student Derek Hale, High School Student Sam Winchester, High School Student Dean Winchester, High School Student Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski is a Winchester (Supernatural), Stiles Stilinski Is So Done, Stiles Stilinski is a Mess, Sam Winchester is Not Amused

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60748345

[rhythmicpirate]

Teams:

Golden Guppies:The Highest Ranking Characters in their season The Wannabe-Beth Yeinstien (Winner of TDA) the Proud-Bowie Dawson (Runner Up in Reboot S1) The Outback Girl-Jasmine Sharma (4th place in TDPI) The Big Guy-Owen Waterflower (First Ever Total Drama Champion) The Galeophobe-Scott Knox (4th place in TDROI and AS)

Silver Tounged Silverfish:Fan Favorites, at least according to the universe The Jersey Shore Reject-Anne Maria Petropoulos (Her Grilfreinds got her this part) The Influencer-Julia Ferguson (Influencer's fans are equally as impactful) The "Ugly' Beauty-Justin Batofel (Handsome Man, Popular amongst the female fanbase) The Robbed Sister-Leshaunna Olongala (Robbed of her victory) The Suppervillian-Mawell "Max" Igor (Honestly Chris had completely forgotten about him.)

Kitty Cuddlefish:Chris Thought if Any of them would win it would be a joke.

The Moon Child-Dawn (Meditation just isn't his thing.) The Live Action Roleplayer-Leonard Crowley (Doesn't have real magic and did worse in RR) The Smarter Blode-Lindsay Top (Thought she was just a dumb blonde, is about to be proven wrong.) The Musician-Trent Cooper (Thinks he'd be too obsessed with Gwen. Has not been paying attention to his band.) The Soda Guy-Hezekias "Zee" Goldman (Isn't even sure he has a brain)

Either placed the lowest in their season or Chris Just really hates them. The Silent Genius-Beverly "B" Hill (Placed 2nd to last in season) The Fairytale Princess-Ellouise "Ella" Nidsey (Chris really hated her singing but sadly for him it's a musical season) The Female Bully-Eva Garren (1st Female Eliminated Contestant) The Hacker Girl-Mary Kate "MK" Liu (Cheated, Gave Chris a bad hair day) The Reality Loser-Noah Sterecra (Lost every reality TV show he was in)

[trans-elrond]

no joke we should start putting out this list daily to bully the celebrities who haven't visibly supported the sag-aftra strike yet

INCOMPLETE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO WILL BE SPARED IN THE REVOLUTION [/hj]

Chris Pine, Jennifer Garner, Timothy Olyphant, Mandy Moore, Ben Schwartz, Nick Offerman, Ming-Na Wen, Sam Elliott, Jack Black, Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, Margot Robbie, Jon Cryer, Jean Smart, Aubrey Plaza, Adam Scott, Jennifer Grey, Clarke Gregg, Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda, Rhys Darby, Zooey Deschanel, Emily Deschanel, Sterling K Brown, Ben Barnes, Jack Quaid, Robert Pine, Raegan Revord, Tate Donovan, Milo Manheim, Simu Liu, Wendie Malick, Camryn Manheim, Danielle Fishel, Annette O’Toole, Martin Henderson, Michael McKean, Colin Farrell, Billy Crystal, Jason Sudeikis, Brett Goldstein, Breckin Meyer, Rebecca Wisocky, Devan Chandler Long, Todd Stashwick, Tom Ellis, Patrick Fischler, Quinta Brunson, Jeri Ryan, Jon Cryer, Chris Gorham, Gina Torres, Annette Bening, Jon Hamm, Elizabeth Banks, LeVar Burton, Kumail Nanjiani, Seth Rogen, Jessica Lange, Mark Ruffalo, Bette Midler, Susan Sarandon, Jessica Chastain, Lily Gladstone, Anna Kendrick, Pedro Pascal, Anya Taylor-Joy, Ayo Edebiri, Sean Astin, Gillian Jacobs

[princeescaluswords]

Lol @ the people saying you're "bringing race into fandom". Transports me right back to 11th grade English when our teacher (instead of sacrificing us to the Nemeton) tried to teach us about analyzing race in popular media texts like Disney movies, and everyone in the class (bar myself and like 3 other people who had brains) started going on about how the critics she was having us read/watch were "bringing race into it". Like come on. This is grade school level theory. Read a book, people.

You want to know how I know that race is involved in the Sterek fandom?

Isaac Lahey.

(Before anyone gets upset, I appreciate Isaac's character as much as I appreciate Derek's and Stiles's characters, which is quite a bit.)

Let's review. Isaac is indeed abused and terrorized by his father, the same way Scott is abused and terrorized by Peter. Isaac threatens Stiles and bullies Stiles and Jackson far more than Scott "mistreats" Stiles and Jackson. He makes fun of Stiles and refuses to listen to him. Isaac resists Derek's teaching, to the point that Derek hurts him to teach him a lesson (the same way Derek hurts Scott to teach him a lesson). Isaac dates a hunter, Allison, and follows her through the woods and sneaks into her house. Isaac learns from Alan Deaton. Isaac refuses to be a part of the Hale Pack, like Scott does, but unlike Scott, he originally agreed to take the Bite and join the pack. In the end, he leaves Beacon Hills with Chris Argent, an actual hunter without a single word to either his alpha or his former-alpha.

So where the hell are all the Bad Friend Isaac stories?

I mean, if the nearly two-thousand tagged Bad Friend Scott Stories and the ten times as many stories that write Scott as a Bad Friend but don't label it are a result of Scott's on-screen behavior, then shouldn't there be at least a thousand stories that deal with Isaac in the same way? I would confidently estimate that there are less than a hundred. I can say with less confidence that there are less than fifty. There are even less that turn him into an antagonist or even a villain who must be punished, deprived of freedom, or murdered. I doubt you would break ten.

So what's the deal? If this has nothing to do with race and Sterek stories just require a bad-friend antagonist or an ineffectual villain, then it stands to reason that Isaac would sometimes fill that role, doesn't it?

Of course, their answer is that they don't like Scott, and I agree they have a right not to like Scott. But the funny thing is they won't -- they can't -- explain why they don't like Scott. It can't be because he acts as a selfless hero, because so do Derek and Stiles. It can't be because he says mean things to Derek, because they don't have any problem liking Isaac or Peter or Stiles. It can't be because he never listens to Stiles, because since when does any character always listen to Stiles? It can't be because he's in a problematic heterosexual relationship, because they don't have any problem with Isaac's or Derek's or Stiles's problematic heterosexual relationships.

And so on and so forth.

It's not just because he's the lead protagonist, because Scott being the Teen Wolf offers no obstacle at all to a Sterek relationship. He canonically loved both Stiles and Derek, and they loved him in return. But what Scott being the lead protagonist proves an obstacle for is either Stiles or Derek actually being the lead protagonist. The show was built around a Latino character and not the two white characters that this fandom has conjured a whole relationship about.

It's not -- nor has it ever been -- about what happened on the screen that causes people to dislike Scott. It's been about what didn't happen on the screen. Derek and Stiles had nearly ten times the amount of pre-canon flashbacks than Scott did, but that's not enough. You never saw Scott taking a few days or weeks off to contemplate his place in the world while sad classical music played in the background, but that's not enough. Melissa and Deaton always told Scott how he could be a better werewolf instead of getting his parking tickets erased or told that the easiest way to forgive himself is to forgive someone who didn't do anything to him, but that's not enough. Scott never got to beat Derek up because his decisions in Season 2 ruined his relationship with Allison, not the way Stiles got to hit Scott for his father getting hurt, but that's not enough. For as much as these white male characters received in terms of story, they still weren't the lead protagonist, and this creates the only explanation for the profound animosity which they exhibit toward Scott, one which they will claim the right to have but also feel they never ever have to explain. In addition, there is only one thing, no matter how much they can't say, that we must always remember.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.