#established chris argent/stiles stilinski

[sapphireginger]

Stiles Shipping Central Exchange - February 2023

Gift for sinna_bon 🎁🤍

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Summary:  The storm has picked up and amber eyes glint when the lightning flashes. When he finally reaches her grave, he is tired but the relief in making it in one piece outweighs his exhaustion.

[takaraphoenix]

GUESS who discovered Neckz 'n Throats in the year 2024 and got mildly obsessed with the whole concept? (And amazed at the fact that this fandom has its own whole AU going on.)

So have a tiny little tease of my upcoming Stetopher Neckz 'n Throats AU, where Peter is the CEO, Chris is a photographer, they're happily married... and Stiles is pretty much the most sought-after model on whom both Peter and Chris may or may not have professional and personal crushes on.

Neckz 'n Throats 'n Mates, coming to an AO3 near you on October 28th!

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Peter scowled when he saw that his office door stood open, a dark hair of head on the chair opposite his desk. Lydia knew better than to let strangers into his office, both because he was the boss and also because he was the Alpha. What was going on with Lydia? She was usually better at meeting his needs, she wasn’t his right hand at Neckz ‘n Throats for nothing, after all.

“Mister Stilinski, I presume,” Peter barely contained his irritation.

The person on the chair got up and turned toward him. “Please, call me Stiles.”

Peter stood frozen, his eyes widening as he took the young man in front of him in. Those impossibly big, honey-whiskey brown doe-eyes with the long lashes that painted beautiful shadows onto his cheeks, enchanting moles dotting his face in patterns like stars in the sky, over the side of his face and down the span of his pale, tempting neck. Peter would recognize him by any of these features separately, but seeing him, in person, every aspect that he had marveled at in close-up pictures before? It felt nearly unreal to the Alpha. Broad shoulders, long limbs, a slender built. Long legs that Peter only rarely got to see in the pictures, wrapped into temptingly tight skinny-jeans.

“…Are you going to shake my hand, or do you need another moment?”

Peter’s attention snapped back to the boy’s face, a mischievous grin spanning oh-so wide on those pink lips. Stiles was still holding out a hand, presumably since he had introduced himself. Clearing his throat embarrassed, Peter took the offered hand to shake.

“It is a true pleasure to meet you, Stiles,” Peter’s voice was a low purr. “I have a job interview scheduled right now, but I’m sure it can be pushed back for whatever brought you to my door.”

“I’m your interview,” Stiles looked at him amused. “Mieczysław Stilinski. That’s my legal name.”

Oh. Well, that left Peter at a rare loss for words. And then he let go of the boy’s hand, lifting one finger up to indicate he needed a moment before stalking out of his office to find his secretary sitting in front of it at her desk with the smuggest smirk possible. Lydia had known. Lydia had known that she hadn’t set him up with a nobody, but with Stiles.

“Stiles,” Peter hissed. “You got me an interview with the Stiles. And you thought it appropriate to mark the appointment under his legal name, which nobody, including me, knows, and don’t give me a heads up? I would be angry if I weren’t so impressed that you got this interview in the first place.”

“I expect a raise,” Lydia chimed, smile all sharp teeth and blood red lips.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Guns and Gags

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58502722 by Takara_Phoenix Peter owns a sex shop, Chris owns a gun shop and they're located right next to each other. They're also happily married and looking for a cute sub to add to their relationship. Stiles is a deputy who regularly comes into Chris' shop and Chris knows he's perfect for them – but Peter is also convinced that one of his customers, whom he only calls Bambi due to his big, brown doe-eyes, would be perfect for them. Both refuse to budge, refuse to meet the other's pick. Until they realize that Stiles and Bambi are the same person. Words: 4457, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 23 of Stiles Summer Stories 2024 (Writer's Month 2024) Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: Slash, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, so canon divergent it is honestly more an AU, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, The Hale Pack & the McCall Pack coexist, Good Pack Alpha Scott McCall, Good Friend Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Part of Scott McCall's Pack, Powerful Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Dildos, Size Queen Stiles Stilinski, Knotting, Top Chris Argent, Switch Peter Hale, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, BDSM, Dom Chris Argent, Dom Peter Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Spanking, Collars, Kneeling, Gags, Bondage, Mutual Pining, they are idiots your honor Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58502722

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 2

Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf

Teen Wolf Masterlist | read part 1 here

Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x vampire!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton.

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, and murder | female!reader (she/her) | ws: 6.4k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: with the riddle solved the pack now have to face the truth their English teacher is not who they thought she was. To find out who’s responsible for the chaos in Beacon Hills they have no choice but to confront Y/n about her identity and nature. Even if it could cost them their lives.

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*tick* *tick* *tick*

Scott’s eyes were on the clock, flickering over to Stiles who wore an expression similar to his. Filled with unease and wondering if what they were about to do was a mistake. The minutes were ticking away as the school day approached its end. Glancing to Allison and Lydia in the front of the classroom he could see in their neck and shoulders how tense they were, Allison nervously chewing on the tip of her pen. All throughout the lecture none could stay focused. Not when the person teaching had a harrowing secret they were about to confront.

How would she react? Better yet, how were they going to even breach the subject.

Scott could see them fucking everything up in the blink of the eye. He couldn’t help but recall Peter’s warning from the night before. “Vampires can be hostile creatures—especially if they haven’t fed for a while. They can go maybe….weeks without drinking blood before they start to lose their control. Considering Loretta—or should I say, Y/n, has been in Beacon Hills a few months I can only assume she is getting her blood by some other means than preying on its citizens. Still, approach her with caution if you decide to confront her. If I was a 130 year old vampire who was a wealthy socialite that survived one of the most famous shipwrecks in history and was being hunted by my creator…well let’s just say I wouldn’t let you leave still breathing.”

The more the seconds ticked by the more Scott was regretting the plan. After much debate the pack wanted to get to the bottom of everything quickly and that meant confronting Miss. Andrews at school. Which was very unnerving. Discovering she was a vampire only made her more intimidating after already establishing herself as someone who came off as unapproachable. Though they had few interactions, Scott found Miss. Andrews to possess an aura that reads, ‘better to wonder in silence rather than search for answers.’ Appearing no older than the age of thirty, sometimes she’d say words or phrases that made her seem much older.

Thankfully their English section was the last period of the day. Isaac wasn’t in the class but he had Miss. Andrews that morning and kept his eyes out for the necklace, however, he was unable to tell if the woman was wearing it.

The Heart of the Ocean.

What led them to her.

If she was wearing the necklace it had to have been beneath her high collared shirt that was paired with a black blazer and dress pants. Now knowing what they know, they realized Miss. Andrews always wore clothing that was sophisticated and concealed her neck area. Whether it be a turtleneck or a collared shirt, they wondered why they hadn’t found it odd before. California was hot even in the early months of the year—especially in April as they approached summer.

Peter’s words echoed in Scott’s mind, “Vampires are cold-blooded creatures. The warm weather has little effect on them and though the glimmer acts as a camouflage to other supernatural creatures it doesn’t change their nature. They’ll be cold to the touch. Faster than the speed of sound. Stronger the older they are. And some even have little gifts that separate them from others.”

“Gifts?”

“Abilities. Very rare among their kind but those who possess them are more enhanced in every aspect than others. I’ve heard stories about one who can read minds. An old…acquaintance, of mine said he once encountered a vampire who could compel anyone to do anything for them. Let’s hope neither your killer or his little creation have any talents. Otherwise your odds of coming out of this in one piece are going to be very low.”

The hairs stood on the back of Scott’s neck when Loretta…Y/n… passed him as she walked in between the aisle of desks. It was like his senses were trying to warn him despite his others unable to detect she was not human.

“What people fail to understand about Romeo and Juliet…” Loretta moves between Lydia and Allison, missing how both girls tense up. “Is that it is not a romance despite having a prominent theme of love thorough out the play. To be considered a romance it must have what you would call, ‘a happily ever after,’…” Turning to face the class, Loretta leans her back against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Scott almost perches up, straining his ears to see if he could pick up movement around her neck.

Her eyes scan across the room, lingering on Scott and Stiles when they quickly look away, “Specifically for the protagonist—or protagonists in this setting. Romeo and Juliet die at the end of the play, therefore there is no happy ending. Yes, their families end up putting past their differences due to the loss of their loved ones. But the protagonists did not get to ride off into the sunset and live out their lives in peace. So the more appropriate term for the play would be a tragedy. A genre focused on human suffering and sorrowful events that happen to the protagonist. And as we have learned these past weeks, Shakespeare was known for his tragedies. Romeo and Juliet is just one of his many—Macbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar to name a few.”

There were only two minutes remaining in the class. Scott tapped his pen against the book anxiously, eyes back on the clock as Siltes sent him another look. Isaac’s scent soon filled his nostrils, indicating he was outside the door. And glancing over her shoulder, Allison gave a slight nod of, ‘it’s gonna be okay,’ to try and ease his nerves.

“Tragedies can be inspired by an array of things,” Loretta moved her arms so her hands were clasped in front of her. Again, Scott couldn’t help but listen for the rustling of jewelry. All he got was a usually steady pacing of her heart. If that even was her heart.

“Personal lives and historical events.” Lydia and Alice glance at each other as do Scott and Stiles. “They dive into the catharsis of their audience. Bringing pleasure through pain because we as humans—,” the teens share another look, “cannot help but find a sense of enjoyment in seeing the main character fail. Witness their downfall. Does that say something about us in how we view others?” The question was rhetoric, Loretta watching the students think in silence before shrugging. “That is for you to decide.”

*ring* *ring* *ring*

In a hurry students gather their belongings and make their way out the door. For the four teenagers planning to stay they are slow in their movements.

“Don’t forget tomorrow’s quiz is on Act five,” Loretta shouted lightly, pushing off from the desk only to walk around it. “Then we will begin our unit on Poe so be sure to have your textbooks with you.” As Loretta starts to erase the chalkboard the teens draw to the back door of the class to make it look like they're leaving but really they stop once Isaac enters. Then with a nod, “let’s do this,” they make their way back into the classroom.

Reaching the front row of the desks, the sound of Stiles bumping into a chair catches the woman’s attention, turning to face the group with perplexed eyes making them freeze like deer in headlights.

“Well hello,” Loretta places the eraser down, surprised to see five of her students behind her. “Wasn’t expecting you all to stay after the period ended. Everything alright?” She connects eyes with all, sensing their distress.

Scott is the first to speak, “We’re sorry to bother you when you’re busy, Miss. Andrews,” he felt his heart pick when he nearly addressed her by her real name. “We were just wondering if you could help us with something.”

“Is it about tomorrow’s quiz?” Loretta is calm, collected, and shows no signs of nervousness. “Because unfortunately if that’s the case I can’t—.”

“It’s about our history project,” Allison cuts in, causing the boys to give her a look that read ‘what are you doing?’ She gives a smile when Loretta tilts her head.

“Are you asking me to read over your report? Check for any grammatical errors? That I can do for you if you have a rough draft.”

“No,” Lydia rubs her neck, watching Loretta take a piece of chalk in her hand while bidding a glance at her lesson plans on the desk. Lydia licks her bottom lip, “more like we would like some advice if we have the facts right on it.” Loretta makes a sound between a laugh and scoff.

“I think you’re better suited asking your history teacher,” she raises her brow at them. Her heartbeat is steady against Scott’s ears, the werewolf catching Isaac’s eyes to see he heard the same. “I’m afraid my knowledge on whatever the topic of your project is will be limited compared to your teacher.”

“Actually,” Scott swallows, “We think you’re the best person there is to help us.”

Lorretta makes another sound, smirking lightly like the teens were humoring her, “Oh really?” Chalk in hand she faces the board to begin writing Friday’s plan. “Why is that?”

“Because it’s about Titanic.”

Instantly they watch her hand stop mid air, clutching the chalk in a grip they’re afraid it was going to snap in half. In fact, it did break in half. Not even two seconds after the words leave Scott’s mouth, however, her hand remains in the air. A slight tremor replacing the chalk as it clunks to the tile floor.

Silence fills the room as all time stops. Loretta was paralyzed where she stood. Back facing the group where they couldn’t see her face. But considering she was frozen like a statue, it wasn’t difficult to assume she had the same expression they did when they saw her picture the night before.

Scott takes a hesitant step closer, tone cautions as he mutters, “Y/n.” Her low gasp fills his ears, physically reacting to the name. Behind him the others tense, Isaac consciously moving closer to Scott as Stiles pushes the girls back. They all wait for her next move.

“Y/n—.”

Slowly her hand comes down, head dipping slightly, “How do you know?” The question sounded like Y/n knew this day would come. That in a town where supernatural beings resided she was bound to be discovered but hoped it would be some time before she did.

The teens couldn’t hold back the shudder when Y/n faced them. Her eyes lacked any color. Pitch black like onyx and void of friendlessness. It made them wonder if she was wearing contacts or the glimmer had seeped away to show what her real eyes were. They prayed for the former, for Peter had mentioned when a vampire was hungry their eyes would darken.

Her jaw clenched and Scott instantly straightened to prepare for any sudden attack. She was stronger than him—he knew just from Peter’s warnings. While he had Isaac and Allison armed with a silver dagger, they were no match for a 130 year old vampire who could move faster than they could blink. And if she had abilities….they were straight fucked.

Instead Y/n’s voice went low, repeating her question, “How. Do. You. Know.”

Scott gulped, finding his voice, “Stiles,” with his hand out he motioned for riddle. Stiles fumbles through the front pocket of his backpack, finding the paper and passing it over as Y/n stares the entire time. Carefully the alpha drops the riddle onto the desk, using his fingers to slide it towards her and watches as she picks it up. They are silent the entire time Y/n reads the written words, her mouth tightening as though she recognized the handwriting the moment her eyes met the first line.

Her eyes then close when she finishes the final verse. “He’s found me,” she doesn’t need their confirmation, “it’s been him all along.” Him all along referencing the murders. “I should’ve known.” Her eyes open and lock on Scott, “When did he leave you this?”

“Last night.”

“Where.”

“U-uh Derek Hale’s loft.”

“Hale,” Y/n whispers, the name familiar on her tongue. “Thalia’s son.”

“You know them?” Stiles was flabbergasted. “Y-you know what they are.”

“Of course I do,” Y/n sounded offended, causing the teen to wince. “I’ve been alive 130 years. I knew of the Hale pack when Thalia's grandparents were the leaders.” There’s a pause as her gaze moves to Scott, “And I know Scott is an Alpha. Isaac is a beta. Allison is a hunter—part of the renowned Argent family,” there was a hint of distaste behind Y/n’s tone causing Allison to stiffen. Y/n rests her eyes on the redhead before ending with Siles, “and Lydia is a banshee. But you are the only human, Mr. Stilinski. Which might I say is quite the surprise.”

Stiles scratches his neck, “R-really?”

“Yes. Usually humans don’t last long with supernaturals. Would’ve thought you’d be a beta by now—seeing that your best friend is an alpha.” Seeing his friends become uncomfortable with the assumption, Scott switches the subject.

“Next week is the anniversary of Titanic sinking,” her expression instantly changed. “You were there.”

“I was,” it came no louder than a whisper, a distant look within her eye indicating Titanic was still a painful memory for the woman. “And you know then—from this,” she holds up the riddle, “What I am? What I do?”

Each of them nod, “we do.” They still couldn’t wrap their heads around it. That their English teacher, of all people, was an immortal who was aboard Titanic.

“And you’re not running for the hills,” she hums, not sure whether to find them idiotic or courageous. “How interesting.”

“Well when you live in a town like Beacon Hills…you try to get used to it,” Stiles shrugs, a little terrified when Y/n’s expression reads that of, ‘you think you’ve seen it all? You have no idea what else is out there.’

“This is how we found you….” Lydia removes the printed article with the picture of Y/n wearing the necklace. Handing it to the woman, Lydia sees her face soften, eyes lingering on the pictures of her with Theodore and Benjamin.

“Forgot this existed honestly,” Y/n mutters, finger brushing over the image. “It’s the only picture we ever took as a family. And this one,” she points to the one of only her, “this was the first and last time I had a portrait done.” A hand comes up to her neck area, all eyes following the movement where they watch her remove the Heart of the Ocean from beneath the material. It was more exquisite in person than they imagined. A stunning blue diamond in the shape of a heart surrounded by white diamonds and all along the chain.

No wonder she kept it hidden. Anyone would’ve been drawn by the beauty of the jewelry if they were to see it. Then of course there was the tiny fact it was worth 350 million dollars and the link to her past.

Y/n lets out a pained chuckle, “I’m impressed you managed to piece it together. So quickly might I add.” Her finger runs along the surface of the diamond, “but then again, Heart of the Ocean is not something you hear everyday.”

“It’s the source of your glimmer, isn’t it?”

Y/n narrows her eyes at Scott’s question, “How do you know about the glimmer?”

Stiles is the one to answer, “Derek’s uncle seems to know everything about supernatural creatures. He was the one who figured out you and your creator were vampires. Then he explained how you were able to pass as human—why they wouldn’t be able to pick up on your scent.”

“He said vampires will sometimes wear enchanted jewelry,” Allison’s gaze went back to the necklace, flicking back to Y/n who had straightened her posture, “That Druid’s can make it so you’re not affected by the sun and give off a human scent. He suspected the Heart of the Ocean was it for you.”

Once again Y/n appeared impressed, “well he was right. Which is unfortunate for me,” she mutters almost annoyed, eyes going back to reread the riddle. Scott leans more against the desk.

“We need to know who is doing this, Y/n—Loretta, if that’s what you prefer,” he corrects when her hand flexes. “And why. He gave us this riddle to find you and now that we have we have no idea what’s gonna happen next. Do you have any clue why he’s doing this?”

Y/n let out a loud exhale—prompting Scott to remember it was for show since vampires didn’t need to breathe. Having to put up the facade of being human for so long likely had the mannerisms come naturea. The riddle drops onto the table. “His name is Sebastian Lavigne. Don’t bother trying to find him on the records of passengers aboard that night—,” Stiles’ hand pauses as he jots down the name. “Sebastian didn’t have a ticket. He was a stowaway who snuck aboard when the ship docked in France. Disguised himself as a crew member so he wouldn’t get caught.” She paused to sigh again, “Quite frankly I’m not even sure if that’s his real name—he’s likely going by another alias.”

“Kinda like you?”

Y/n made a face at Stiles’s question, but answered nonetheless. “If you haven’t noticed, Mr. Stilinski, I do not age. If we stay in a place too long people start to suspect, therefore we have to move consistently and with that comes an identity change. But I always knew him by Sebastian though to the public he went by a different name. And so did I,” she glances at photos of her. “I couldn’t go by my real name after Titanic because of who my family was and everyone thought I was dead. Then of course the fact I was now a blood-sucking creature.

“Sebastian is a deceitful man. And this riddle—,” a finger aggressively hits the paper a few times, “is just one of his many games. He knows exactly where I am and only did this to mess with you. Probably because he knows you’re onto him. He wanted you to figure out what he was. Leading you to me…it was to warn me he’s coming.”

Lydia tenses, feeling a wave of dread course through her, “why is wanting to find you?” Y/n crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at the floor.

“Because he’s angry I left him. That I broke away from him. Vampires are usually nomadic—hardly ever join up together. Kinda like how werewolves have packs to make them stronger, well….a group of vampires would decimate anything that stood in their way. Sebastian’s a man who desires power,” Y/n rubs her hand on her forearm. “And together we were powerful—especially with our gifts.”

“Gifts?” Scott’s heart skipped, thinking of Peter’s warning. “You both have gifts?”

“Yes,” Y/n didn’t sound proud of it. “Sebastian can compel you to do anything—you’ve heard of him,” Y/n’s shoulders slumped at their reaction.

Stiles flexes his hand, unease in his voice, “Peter told us about a vampire like that. Said he knew someone who encountered them. Is he the only one who can?” Y/n’s nod of confirmation only increases their anxiety.

“As far as I know, yes he is. His gift is powerful, but it only works close range. Meaning in order to be affected you have to be directly in front of him. Sebastian has to stare into one’s eyes to compel them,” Y/n glances to her feet again, “but once he does they have no choice but to do what he says. And combined with mine…..” she shudders, making them frown. “No one could stand a chance against us.”

“What can you do?” Allison asks, a little unsure if she even wanted to know.

“Make you see anything I want. Whether it be tapping into your memory or my own, I can conjure illusions. Illusions derived from your greatest fear causing you to become incapacitated,” everyone’s demeanor became that of concern. “As you can imagine it came in handy when traveling with Sebastian—especially against our enemies,” Y/n comes around the desk so she’s closer to the group, “or more like his enemies since it was always him who had to instigate conflict.”

Lydia’s eyes draw in suspicion, “Why’d you leave him?” It was the question everyone wanted the answer to. And Y/n didn’t appear happy to answer it.

“He’d been keeping things from me. During my time with Sebastian he liked to isolate me—keep me from interacting with others of our kind. He didn’t want me to know I could feed without preying on humans. Or about glimmer which is why I spent most of my days locked in doors and only came out at night. He kept me from my son,” her lips tightened, “I understood why at the time…but then I found out his motives.”

The air thickened in the classroom.

“Things that could have made my fate turn out different than what it was,” her voice turned cold, eyes darkening even more. “Yes, he pulled me from the water that night…but he didn’t have to turn me into this to save me. There was another way and he chose to turn me for what I was worth to him. So when I found out decades later the truth—that he had turned me for his own selfish gain. Robbing me of the life I could have had with my son and family…”

Y/n’s hand moves to the jewelry on her neck, “I found the closest Druid I could find and had them enchant this. That way he’d lose my scent and be unable to track me.” Her hand comes back down with a sigh, “But somehow he always manages to be a step ahead of things.”

“How long ago did you escape him?” Scott wonders aloud.

“Forty years ago.”

Stiles’s jaw drops, “He’s been hunting you for four decades?”

“Likely so. With me he was more powerful. With me he was more rich,” Y/n explained, tone bitter with each word. “Shortly after we returned to New York he compelled me into robbing my own home. The amount we stole still hasn’t run dry—at least not for me,” a tinge of a smirk indicated Y/n left him with nothing when she escaped. “So I wouldn’t put it past him for devoting this many years to find me. But it’s not to get me into his good graces, no, he wants to punish me. And the best way to punish me is to play games like this,” lightning fast her hand grasps the riddle and crutches it between her fingers. “To cause chaos and hurt innocent people because he knows how much I hated it when we did. The murders. Leaving you this riddle. He won’t stop even after he’s got what he wants.”

Scott’s shoulders drop slightly, “And what does he want?”

“To kill me. Scott,” Y/n’s words send a shiver along his body. “I’ve made a life of myself without him—one where I try everyday to make up for the things I did with him. Preying on humans. Torturing the minds of those Sebastian hated. He wants me to feel that shame and regret before he finishes the job. Because that’s what he does, however, now that he’s brought you all into his game there’s not going to be an end until he’s satisfied. Once he’s through with me you will become his prime source of entertainment. Or, he’ll see you as a benefit and want to corrupt you. Just like he did to me.”

Silence fills the room as the teens take in the new information. All deep in thought wondering what to do or say next. The reality of Sebastian’s cruel nature and games proves beyond their expertise. They weren’t sure exactly how to go about it. Finding Y/n was the first step, but from what she’s told them it would not be enough.

He’ll still kill. He might even target them next—especially if they refuse whatever offer he could be planning. Y/n didn’t have to go into detail that Scott’s status as a True Alpha with a pack of unlikely allies would be something Sebastian would want to control.

And with his gift of compelling….

“We need to know what he looks like,” Scott’s the first to speak. Determination fills his gaze, “He’s got the advantage right now—a-and if he’s glimmered like you then he’s probably been passing as human.” He turns to Y/n, pleading with her for help. “You said you can show illusions. Ones that can be from your memory—can you show one with him?” The sound she responds with is one of defeat.

“He compelled me, shortly after he turned me, to erase his image from my memory because he was paranoid about us running into vampires who could read minds or Druids who could make me tap into my subconscious.” Everyone deflated at the news, but then Y/n perked up causing them to do the same. “But….he when did, he only said, ‘from this moment on.’”

Scott took a step closer, eyes full of hope, “What does that mean?”

“It means I can show you,” Y/n’s voice is low and tainted with slight dread. “I can show you the night he turned me. The night Titanic sank.”

Later that evening the pack gathered at Deaton’s clinic. It was just after sunset, around 8pm and some were starting to become impatient.

“Is she coming?” Peter grunted from where he stood leaning against a wall. “Or was this all a distraction.”

“She’s gonna be here,” Scott insisted, eyes narrowed slightly. Truth be told he was starting to worry. Y/n had promised she’d be at the clinic by nightfall but had yet to show.

“Well the clock is ticking,” Stiles fiddled with his fingers nervously.

Allison looks at the man beside her, who was checking to see if his gun was loaded with the proper bullets. “You know you didn’t have to come, dad.” Chris raises a brow, putting the safety on and placing the weapon back in its holster.

“And leave you and your friends alone with a gifted vampire who’s the reasons a psychotic one is causing hell around town? Not a chance.”

“Have you ever hunted one before?” Her voice drops to a whisper, though it doesn’t do much for those with enhanced hearing. Derek, Peter, Scott, and Isaac heard the question loud and clear.

Chris shakes his head, “No. They’re rare and not many are in America—but your great-grandfather came into contact with one in the fifties. Left us with what to do if we ever dealt with one.”

Allison gives her father a look of warning, “You can’t hurt her, dad.”

“If she gives me a reason to, I will.”

“She won’t,” she presses, aware Scott and Derek had their eyes on them. The former looked anxious.

“You don’t know how unpredictable and manipulative vampires are, Allison. None of you do.”

“She’s been in Beacon Hills for months. We asked her how she gets her blood and she said she’s been taking bags from the ER—not feeding on the town’s people,” the teen pleads, surprised with herself for defending Y/n so easily. Maybe it was the fact the vampire had been robbed of her life that made Allison sympathize. Or because she could feel the anger and fury Y/n had for her creator that she believed Y/n would stop at nothing to take him down. “And she hasn’t given any reason for us to believe she’s been working with Sebastian. She hates him, dad.” Chris doesn’t appear convinced.

“She was with him for sixty years—.”

“And she’s been without him for forty,” Allison cuts him off, promptly ending the argument. Another minute passes before all freeze at the sound of Deaton’s door chime ringing. Motioning with a hand, the doctor enters the lobby where he is met with a woman wearing a tan trench coat and boots. She spun around when she heard him approach, allowing Deaton to see the stunning jewelry around her neck. Instantly he felt the magic running through it.

“You’re the Druid,” were the first words from her mouth. “Scott told me about you.” Deaton offers a small smile.

“You must be Y/n,” when she visibly reacted to the name he apologized, “I’m sorry, would you prefer to be called—.” Her hand lifts to stop him.

“No, no. It’s fine—I’m just getting used to hearing that name again. It’s been so long since anyone other than ....” She trails off, not wanting to say his name. Deaton understands with a light nod, moving to open the gate.

“You don’t have to explain. Please, come in.”

“Did Scott inform you what to prepare?” She asks as she passes, receiving a nod from the man.

“Yes. I’m quite familiar with its effects—but I made sure to not make it too strong.” Leading Y/n into the back room, she stills at the sight of those she didn’t recognize, namely the man beside Allison and the two leaning against the wall. Everyone straightens when she arrives and her eyes go straight to Scott.

“You didn’t say we’d have guests.” Her tone is weary, making Scott move closer to show her it was okay.

“That’s Derek Hale and his uncle Peter,” a finger points to the two, glaring when he notices Peter’s eyes linger on Y/n’s figure. While he couldn’t blame him given Y/n’s striking beauty there were more important matters at the moment. “He’s the one who helped us figure out what you were.” He hears the woman make a sound similar to ‘hmph’, causing Peter to smirk and give a mock wave. Scott rolls his eyes, motioning to Chris, “And that’s Allison’s father, Chris Argent.”

Y/n’s expression tightens, appearing slightly uncomfortable with the lineup. Four werewolves, two hunters, a Druid, and a banshee? Vampires were strong creatures but even they could become intimidated. “Quite the party we have going on then.”

Stiles clears his throat to appease the tension, “uh what took you so long?” The question snaps Y/n out of the intense staring contest going on between her, Peter, and Chris. She removes her gloves to place them in her pocket.

“Well considering I’ve been out of practice I needed a pick me up to ensure my power would be at its best,” lips curl up, almost menacing which has Chris inch his hand closer to the holster. She sees the gesture and raises a brow in challenge, “Don’t worry, hunter. I didn’t sink my teeth into anything other than a donation bag.” She pays no mind to his glare, instead removing the Heart of the Ocean from her neck.

When Y/n does this a new smell enters the room right as the unusual steady pacing of her heart stops beating. The aroma is overbearing with vanilla and lavender—even for those without an enhanced sense of smell. For the werewolves, they perked up as they had never smelled anything so delightful.

“You smell that?” Y/n closes her eyes as she drops the necklace into the other pocket.

“Yeah.” Scott takes another waff of the scent, turning to her only to draw back in surprise when she opens her eyes to reveal deep red eyes replacing the color they once were. The lights from above almost made them glow. “Woah.” From behind Scott the others react to the changes of Y/n’s appearance.

Stiles and Isaac had to do a double take to make sure what he was seeing was real. Lydia and Allison shared a glance, both shuddering when Y/n made eye contact with them. Chris straightens his posture again, only amusing the vampire and Peter appears rather intrigued.

“Vampires have to lure their prey somehow,” She starts to explain. “It’s stronger for you wolves, but even you who are not are drawn by it. Makes you want to get closer, huh?” Y/n steps away, moving towards Deaton who reappears after going to the back closet to retrieve an object resembling a goblet.

“I can’t hear your heart anymore,” Scott’s tone is laced with confusion at the sudden decrease of heartbeats in the room.

“You never did. It was an illusion from the glimmer—so any creature I come into contact with would think I’m human. My heart stopped the night I turned,” the smirk she wore fell to a tight frown, “it won’t ever beat again.”

An eerie silence fills the room, her words lingering in the air. No doubt causing suspicion now that they were aware Y/n could lie and they would have no way of knowing. She could’ve been lying about everything honestly. Now they were left to wonder if any of what she said before was true.

But why would she lie? She’s made it awfully clear of her resentment for Sebastian.

The attention goes to Y/n as she removes the scalpel from Deaton’s tray and raises it to her palm. “W-what—what are you doing?” Stiles nearly gags when the skin breaks and a dark liquid like blood flows from the wound. It spills into the goblet, where a smell that could only be described as death replaces the once vanilla aroma. Deaton begins stirring the substance with a spoon while Y/n explains.

“As I’ve mentioned…” The cut disappeared without a trace not a second after Y/n lifted her hand away from the goblet. “I haven't used my power in ages—and while I fed earlier it may not be enough for it to be at its full potential. So to do this I need to remove any mental barriers from your mind.”

“And we have to drink your blood for it to work,” Peter rolls his eyes at how ironic it sounds, “how fitting.”

Y/n narrows her eyes at the man, “If you’re worried about it becoming a vampire you need not to worry. There’s no venom—that only comes from a bite. Sound familiar?” The air becomes thick and Scott moves between the two when Peter's eyes flash blue.

“What’s it going to do, Y/n?”

The vampire takes the goblet from Deaton, passing it to the teenager first, “Open your mind. To do so my blood is mixed with decade old sap from the Nematon and a rare form of wolfsbane. You’ll feel some discomfort,” she points out when all the wolves instantly become hesitant at the mention of wolfsbane, “but it won’t kill you. I need your mental state to be vulnerable. Ignore the smell—I know it’s revolting but it’ll taste like dry, bitter wine.”

Scott stares at the goblet before taking it in his hands. Inside the contents was a dark liquid with a smell that made him want to gag. He couldn’t help but ask Deaton, “You’re sure about this?”

“I’ve never worked with this before but I know someone who has. It’s potent but short lasting and won’t affect you once it’s out of your system in a few hours.” Deaton gives a look of assurance, “You might feel a pressure in your head that’s like a headache.”

Y/n adds on to the vet, “that’s so show your mental walls are dropping. But like your emissary said it’s temporary. Allowing me enough time to show you my memories in the form of illusions. But I must warn you all,” she pauses to glance at each of them. “My illusions are like vivid dreams. Where it feels real. Your body will remain paralyzed here, but your mind will be somewhere else. Not only will you see what I have to show you,” Y/n’s entire demeanor becomes serious once more. “You’ll be able to hear everything. Feel everything. The sun's rays. The cool breeze. The freezing waters…..It will be as though you’re experiencing it in real time.”

There’s a pause, letting the reality sink in on what the vampire was implying. “My question is….are all of you wishing to see what I have to show you? Now is the time to step out if you’re having second thoughts.” When no one objects, despite all looking relatively nervous, Y/n clasps her hands in front her. “Well, Scott, start us off.”

“We all have to drink it?” Stiles cringes when he’s passed the cup, Scott letting out a gag after the taste hits his tongue. Y/n smirks as she nods.

“Unless you would like to sit this out, Stiles, then yes.” Groaning, the teen plugs his nose and takes a swig before handing it to Isaac. Even after taking several gulps of water the awful taste of iron and wood remained.

One by one each person took their turn of downing the potion, with Deaton as the last one to do so. Within seconds it took effect, the most notable sign being the headache forming. Then a light feeling started to swirl all along their body. Like they were on cloud 9.

“Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?” Derek moaned, squinting when the light suddenly started to become brighter.

“You’ll get used to it in a moment,” Y/n’s closes her eyes, taking a deep breath despite not needing one. It was mostly to calm her nerves as she allowed the memory dug deep within her mind to surface. A moment later the warmth of the sun hit her skin. The smell of fresh paint and sea salt filling her nose. And the sound of a ship's whistle and people shouting echoed in her ears.

The others gasped, making Y/n open her eyes where she found them all, mouth agape and eyes bulging as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, staring at whatever was behind her. And when she turned around, Y/n’s lips curled up into a sad smile.

Seeing the ship of dreams again after decades filled her with an emotion she couldn’t describe—she couldn’t imagine what the pack were thinking. Probably wondering if it was a dream and they’d wake up any second. The memory was as clear as the day it was made—everything around them was exactly like it was that bright sunny Wednesday afternoon.

It was like they traveled back in time to April 10th, 1912.

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Scent of You

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59082472

by ALonerInDisguise

5 times someone saw Stiles scenting Derek and one time someone saw Derek do the same.

Words: 1136, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent & Peter Hale & Sheriff Stilinski

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Pack Alpha Mate Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Scenting, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pack Feels, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Good Chris Argent, Protective Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Family Fluff, POV Multiple, POV Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah (Teen Wolf)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59082472

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Thinking about a SPN x Teen Wolf xover as I am wont to do like a Noah Stilinski is Dean Winchester type of thing. Claudia is basically Lisa Braeden and Stiles is Ben except he doesn't remember the changelings and Stiles is Dean's bio son. And I have no idea where to go with that idea in general and just started worldbuilding instead of coming up with a plot as I am also wont to do.

Anyway putting a rant about diff kind of Hunters and maybe class divisions under the cut

So I imagine long established families like the Argents and maybe even the Campbells with more money and resources versus people like the Winchesters and the Harvelles and the type of Hunters you see more in Supernatural. There’s definitely some resentment from the Hunters that are more motivated by revenge than the ones motivated by duty and familial obligation because it often comes with class differences. And when Gerard is recruiting Hunters, he pulls more from the independent Hunters than Hunting Families, offering more knowledge and money. But even the Argents have heard of the Winchesters.

Hunting Families are more likely to specialize or have one kind of monster they’re known to Hunt. But they are also more stationary and more willing to just kill whatever they find because they have larger repositories of knowledge. Independent Hunters might therefore hyper specialize since they are more mobile.

The Winchester brothers became rather infamous because of their willingness to fight demons. I mean early on in SPN season 1, Dean talks about how demons are out of their wheelhouse or whatever metaphor was used. Bobby sort of specializes in demons because his wife was possessed, but I imagine most Hunters, especially independent ones, were either unwilling or unable to fight demons. Might also be true of Hunting Families, they just don't want to because of high risks. Especially since for a long time default was exorcisig demons, which meant they could come back and take revenge on the whole family. Although maybe that was the Campbell's specialization?? But like for most Hunting Families I imagine they did not usually fight demons. Maybe why Chris Argent was more unprepared for a Nogitsune.

During the apocalypse, I imagine that Hunting Families mainly focused on protecting their immediate area, probably focusing more on warding them out that killing demons and/or outright fighting them. Independent Hunters were more likely to fight demons and therefore those that survived had a lot more knowledge on demon tactics than the Hunting Families. For the first time they had the lever up on the info against Hunting Families.

This plus the apocalypse could also be what prompted Gerard Argent to 1.) have such extreme views that led to his extreme dehumanization of "monsters" 2.) start outsourcing to independent Hunters for help more who are also more likely to share these extreme views and not follow the Code.

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You Can't Be a Fox and a Wolf

This work is for @teenwolf-meta's Meta May Monday, for the prompt transformation.

In The Divine Move (3x24), working from the clues found on the Shugendo Scroll, the pack defeats the nogitsune. While Derek, the twins, and Chris Argent destroy the commandeered oni outside, Isaac brings in the Nemeton-wood cannister that can serve as its prison, Stiles and Lydia distract it, Scott bites it, and Kira delivers the coup de grace with her mother's katana, reducing it to a fly. The key to its defeat is weakening it enough to be imprisoned, "changing the host." As Stiles triumphantly says, "you can't be a fox and a wolf."

Yet, in Teen Wolf: The Movie, the nogitsune taunts Scott in the climactic fight with the consequences of his earlier defeat.

Nogitsune: Do you remember, Scott, the gift that you gave me? The bite of the alpha, the power of the werewolf.

Immediately, this seems like a significant plot hole, or at least a contradiction in the lore. If Scott's bite gave the nogitsune the power of a werewolf, then the Shugendo Scroll was wrong, and changing the host was not the key to saving Stiles and defeating the nogitsune. While it may seem to contradict the entire finale of Season 3B, there is a much simpler and more well-established alternative answer.

The nogitsune was lying.

That declaration was a stratagem, designed to weaken its opponents. It was a trick, and one it had played many times before. Of course, it changes its appearance, but it has done that before, even in the same movie, assuming Victoria Argent's form and manipulatively directing a newly-resurrected and quite confused Allison against its enemies. It seems this particular trick is one of its favorites: turning the fears of its opponents against them, causing them doubt and pain, which in turn strengthens it. How do I know this? Because it has used it repeatedly.

In Riddled (3x18), the nogitsune stages a takeover of Stiles while the boy is undergoing an MRI. It plays on Stiles's terror about the possibility of having frontotemporal dementia, because as the Sheriff points out later "You don't take away their courage, you take away their hope." The nogitsune torments Stiles with its riddles and then says:

Nogitsune: "Your friends. Your family. Everyone who ever meant something to you. We're going to destroy all of them, Stiles. One by one."

It's only then that nogitsune reveals as face: Stiles's face, similarly to the reveal in the movie. Doing so implies that they are the monster. Stiles already doubts his own virtue as a person, which is only implied in his words and his actions, and originates in the past, we learn about later in Required Reading (5x06):

Claudia: He's trying to hurt me. I don't care if you don't believe me, but he is. He's trying to kill me.

The nogitsune doesn't use "we" just to be cool. By tapping into Stiles deep-seated trauma and misapprehension that he's a threat to those he loves, he weakens Stiles and strengthens itself enough to allow the fox to take over fully, confront Noshiko, and leave the hospital. The fact that it's not true -- that it's Claudia's illness that made her afraid and nothing in Stiles's nature -- doesn't matter as long as it digs at Stiles's doubt.

Similarly, in De-Void (3x21), a "captured" nogitsune in Stiles's body talks to Melissa while she is trying to tend his wounds after fooling her to remove his gag.

Nogitsune: Really, Melissa? I shed one tear? That's all it takes? Come on. You can't crumble that easily. How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth?

Melissa: What?

Nogitsune: When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right? You had no idea. You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the Sheriff. Hmm. But Stiles heard it like he hears everything. But you want to know why he never told Scott? Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you. He knew how much he would hate you.

This time the trick is designed to unsettle Melissa and to sow confusion and dissent, moving pieces on the board so it can kidnap Lydia. We already knew at that point that Melissa was worried about Scott's reaction to his father leaving, and we learned that all the way back in The Tell (1x05):

Melissa: Oh. Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture. Harris: Well, does Scott feel the same way? Melissa: Yes. I think so. I hope so.

It doesn't matter that we know that the nogitsune is lying about what Scott's reaction would be. Scott literally does not blame his mother even for rejecting him in a jail cell in Fury (2x10); his disdain for his father being absent is completely focused on Rafael But the nogitsune is playing into Melissa's fears about her own decision and its consequences.

The same way it plays into Lydia's fears and doubts in Insatiable (3x23) in order to feed off her pain and keep her unbalanced. While its got her trapped in the tunnels beneath Oak Creek, it has to keep Lydia, an intelligent person, from figuring out why he kidnapped her.

Lydia: They'll find me. My friends are going to find me. Nogitsune: You think so? I myself, was kind of wondering what they're doing right now. What useless lead they're chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now. Are they really spending every minute looking for you?

While that speech did serve to point out to the audience what was going on with the others, it also managed to attack Lydia at her weakest, the reason she felt she had to play dumb to get a boy to like her, and only started revealing her intellect when she was appreciated for it. But she still has worries that no one cares that much about the real Lydia, as shown in Restraint (2x06):

Lydia: I don't need anyone to hang out with. I need someone to talk to. Allison: I - I understand that it's important, but if it can just wait - Lydia: Why is everyone always telling me to wait? Why can't anyone have "right now" available?

The fear of Lydia being rejected, of not being important enough to people, of being made to stay in the car and out of the way, of "Nothing in this room is valuable." has been with her since the beginning of the show and stayed with her.

As I said, this is nogitsune's primary weapon -- turning the fears and doubts of its prey into sente, the advantage, as well as its food -- and its excels in its use. Which is why I'm pretty confident that the taunt delivered to Scott in the movie was just that: a baseless falsehood. And nothing convinces me of that more than the word choice that the nogitsune use: "gift."

Scott: Us? You mean you! You did this to me! Derek: Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better - Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift. Scott: I don't want it.

This is from the pilot, episode 1 of season 1. The Bite has been the source of everything that Scott has suffered and every loss he has endured. Even fifteen years later, Scott cannot escape its consequences. The nogitsune, as it was made clear, considers winning the game if Scott dies in Allison's arms this time, after the nogitsune makes his best friend lover kill him. By evoking where it all began, the nogitsune lays the foundation for Scott being willing to do this, being willing to end his life by sacrificing it. So, yeah, it was a lie based on a transformation, lying just like it did with Victoria's face, like the MRI results, like Melissa's dark secret, like Lydia's worry that she's not valuable.

But Scott didn't fall for it, because he's more than just the pain, strife and chaos that has filled his life, something a monster who sees pain as food and only wants 'more' could never hope to understand.

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running with wolves (sequel)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55605919 by AgaySkeleton After they are back home Stiles gets money for winning a bet and Scott decides to help a woman with a plan against the hale pack when the Winchesters go on a hunt a few states over with in the time scott has been helping this woman he realizes something about his pack. Words: 1586, Chapters: 2/35, Language: English Series: Part 2 of werewolfs and werefoxes Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Vernon Boyd, Aiden (Teen Wolf), Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jackson Whittemore, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Cora Hale, Mason Hewitt, Theo Raeken Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Ethan/Jackson Whittemore, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Scott Is A Dick, Isaac Lahey & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Bisexual Malia Tate, Werefox Stiles Stilinski, Witch Curses, Chaos, Trickster Gabriel (Supernatural), Payback, Minor Cora Hale/Isaac Lahey, Hurt Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Sane Peter Hale, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Not Amused, secret cousin, Good Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken is Liam Dunbar's Anchor read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55605919

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Oh...Possum?!

Rated: Explicit (2k)

Relationship: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: POV Stiles, Established Relationship, Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Blood, Stiles Accepts The Bite, Werecreature Stiles, Opossum Stiles, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Size Difference, Spanking, Blindfolds, Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Lubrication, Knotting, Breathplay, Mating Bites

Summary: Stiles is just trying to enjoy finally moving into his new house with his mates, Chris and Peter, when they end up facing off against a warlock and his demons. He gets injured and needs the Bite to survive, but isn't thrilled about his new form when he doesn't turn into a wolf. Chris and Peter show him how much they want him all over again.

For SinnaBon and Stiles Shipping Central Ficlet Exchange. Keeping this at exactly 2,000 words was a fun challenge.

Equiknots: Harvest & Hunter's Moon prompts: Between, Corn & Knot

Stiles woke up with a smile sandwiched between his mates after a night of loving debauchery. He carefully wiggled out of bed and held back a laugh when Chris and Peter immediately closed the gap, the Alpha wolf snuggling further into the former Hunter in the morning light. 

They had finally moved into their new home on the edge of the Preserve a little over a week ago. There were at least a dozen more arguments about decorating on the horizon, but the house that they’d designed together with the help of their resident architect and nephew (he lived for the way Derek’s eye twitched when he called him that) was done at last and they had the rest of their lives to figure out the details. 

Stiles was very much looking forward to enjoying a lazy Sunday, just the three of them, but while out for a walk to the nearby lake they started receiving calls and texts about Lydia being in a fugue state. Apparently the banshee was repeating warnings about something happening in their neck of the woods. The others would be on the way, but they needed to act soon.

We’ll just check things out real quick and then get home in time for dinner, he thought. 

Of course that’s when everything went to hell. Literally.

“Five demons? In this economy?” Stiles screeched as he hit the ground and rolled to avoid a blast from the warlock they found trying to sacrifice the missing mailman. So much for feeding the ducks.

He threw the bag of peas he was still holding at one of the entities that the black-scleraed man had summoned, distracting it from going after Chris, who was already struggling to keep out of reach of another. Peter had just been knocked down by one of the two he was facing and Stiles was worried. 

There wasn’t much that either of his partners could do directly to the demons so he needed to occupy the hideous things so that they could focus on the other magic-user. Stiles taunted the one that was now after him and created multiple illusions of himself running off in all directions, throwing imaginary balls of fire as he aimed real ones at the demons and warlock alike.

He’d just had the satisfaction of watching Chris shoot the man in the chest, Peter coming up from behind to finish him off, when he was struck hard from behind. As the four demons he could see disappeared so did the strange pressure in his midsection and then he fell to the ground in agony. 

Moments later a clawed hand grasped onto him leaving thin scratches before the pain dissipated. 

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me,” Peter snarled around a mouthful of fangs as Chris held his other hand. 

Coughing up blood and shaking, Stiles looked up into bright red eyes. This was it. They’d talked about it hypothetically before, but now it was happening. He couldn’t speak, but gave a jerky nod. Agony bloomed in his abdomen a second time and then was lessened again with a touch.

His bleeding slowed first and then a new aspect of himself began to unfurl, something curious and wild. It started to settle into him, but then a thousand tiny points of light flared up to drive it out. He began to cough again, but this time it was black.

“No,” choked Peter, clutching him tighter. “It was taking, I could feel it.” 

Fear and grief coursed through Stiles, eyes darting between his mates. A few seconds passed and the Alpha’s head shot up to look at Chris. 

“His spark,” Peter whispered as Stiles began to drift. He was so very tired. 

Chris rubbed his sternum to get his attention. “Stiles baby, I know it’s important to you, but you have to let it go. If you want to stay here with us, you have to let your spark go.”

He snapped back to alertness. Leave Chris and Peter? No, he didn’t want to do that. Not at all. 

Stiles joined with the animal presence to push the light out. It was a great struggle and it hurt, but finally that familiar green-gold warmth receded and then faded away. As soon as it was gone he mourned its loss and the new furry resident curled around him inside in an attempt to comfort him. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and he passed out to the sounds of shouting and thudding footsteps.

Slowly, Stiles returned to awareness smelling something delectable. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he sure was hungry. There was a loud, steady thumping and whooshing as well. Stretching, he opened his eyes to find himself in his childhood bedroom. Blinking rapidly he looked around in confusion, seeing Chris asleep in a chair beside him. What?

Then all at once memories of the evening before came rushing back. Or however long ago it had been. He had the feeling he’d been out for a quite a while. 

The bed creaked when he got up and Chris jolted awake. The next thing he knew he was being enveloped in a hug and someone was running up the stairs. Stiles felt a second set of arms around him and he sighed, grounded by his mates and their comforting scents.

Eventually they pulled away and he cleared his throat, looking at two relieved, but still concerned faces.

“So I guess I’m a wolf now, huh?” He smiled despite his jumble of emotions. The older men looked at each other and Stiles felt his stomach drop. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I wouldn’t say anything’s wrong—” Chris started.

“But well, you’re not a wolf, sweetheart,” said Peter.

Stiles sunk back on the bed in shock. “What am I then?” 

The two exchanged looks again. “We don’t know.” 

After not-so-quietly freaking out the first thing he did was go in search of food. Someone had thrown something amazing in the garbage and he shook his head at the waste. He opened the fridge and honed in on a bowl of esquites. Fuck yes, corn! Stiles began shoveling it into his mouth with a serving spoon. 

He was still hungry when it was gone and started rooting for the great-smelling thing in the trash when Peter and Chris came down and stopped him.

“Love, what are you doing?” Peter cried, knocking a container out of his hand before he could open it. 

Stiles hissed and grew very angry and then suddenly he was very small. It was difficult to see in the bright light, but he sensed the movement of giant creatures and he was afraid. Stilling he looked up to see the shocked faces of men now kneeling and bending close toward him. Large hands were petting his body, but he began to relax recognizing their scents. Mates. They were his mates. 

Chris scooped him up and sat on the couch, putting him in his lap. Peter disappeared for a minute and came back holding something reflective. A mirror. It was placed before him and he squinted, trying to make out the image. Light face, long snout, dark eyes and ears. He was a fucking opossum!

Stiles hissed again and scampered off to hide underneath the couch. 

Eventually they coaxed him out and took him home after speaking with his bewildered father. (Apparently he’d been mumbling about wanting to see him while under, which is why they’ took him there.) His dad pet his head incredulously while wondering if it could be from his own mother’s side of the family. 

“Granny and Aunt Mabel were from Virginia and seemed to have an affinity with possums,” the elder Stilinski revealed.

“It’s possible,” Peter shrugged, smirking. Stiles bit him.

He shifted back while he was asleep, waking up on top of a pillow and once more in his new bed between his mates. Stiles kissed them both on the cheek and then shut himself in the guest room to try to figure out his shifting. After a couple hours of frustrated outbursts Peter came to the door asking to help. Begrudgingly, he agreed.

He’d wanted to see how freakish he looked before having to face his mates, but so be it. 

By evening they’d discovered that he had not one or two, but three beta shifts. The first was basically like his human self, but with even better hearing and smell, eyes that could glow silver, and retractable claws and fangs. His second shift shrunk him to 5’3”, which Chris joked would be useful on airplanes. The third brought him down to 4’5”, gave him a prehensile tail, short gray and white fur, opossum ears, whiskers and a short snout.

“Perfect for breaking and entering,” Peter mused with a wicked grin. 

Stiles snorted, but felt disheartened looking at his not at all majestic form in the mirror.

“I’ve always thought opossums were cute,” Chris said, bending down to hug him from behind. “Allison would share posts from that Hourly Possum account on Twitter.”

Peter stood before him and cupped his strange, furry face. “I can’t say I gave much thought to them previously, but you are adorable, darling.” 

That night Chris and Peter blindfolded him and led him back to their bedroom, only saying that they had something special planned for “our favorite marsupial.” Stiles could smell their arousal (how cool was that?) as they placed him on the mattress and undressed him. Feeling playful he did his second shift and turned, crawling up the bed and shaking his naked ass. 

He heard Chris groan and soon he was caught by the back of the neck, another hand grabbing a round cheek and then spanking both a few times before reaching around to grasp his hardening cock. Stiles moaned and then gasped, surprised to discover something else: he was wet. 

A low growling filled the room and then a third hand was running two fingers over his leaking hole.

“Stiles,” Peter purred. 

The hand wrapped around him disappeared and he pouted until pants unzipped and a cock was pushed against his slightly parted lips. He opened wide for Chris, savoring the taste of him while Peter’s teasing fingers finally pressed inside and began to thrust, nailing his prostate. 

Stiles rocked back on them as he took Chris deeper, tonguing under his shaft. A third finger was added — pumping, expanding, and spreading his slick — and then they withdrew so something larger could take their place. He moaned around the cock in his mouth when Peter slid inside him to the hilt and immediately began to move, gripping his hips. Nothing compared to being stuffed full by the men he loved. 

His new instincts cried out for more, a desperate need to be claimed, and Stiles whined as his smaller body writhed between them in the dark. 

Chris stepped back and caressed his flushed face. “What’s wrong, baby?” Peter stilled as well.

“Need you both. Make me yours, please,” Stiles begged, unable to explain more.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Peter crooned, kissing his back and thrusting again.

Chris returned to his waiting mouth, this time holding him place and plunging in until he was coming, first down Stiles’ throat and then onto his face. 

“My good, pretty boy,” he murmured. 

Stiles licked him clean and then dropped onto his forearms, prompting Peter to climb over him and pound even more relentlessly. He felt the forming knot and bore down to welcome it. 

“Gonna breed that tight, little ass of yours. Fill you up,” the Alpha growled, wrapping a hand around his throat. The knot locked and swelled as Stiles gasped, sending him over the edge. Peter let go and soon followed suit, marking him up inside while he clenched around him. Two sets of jaws clamped down where each shoulder met his neck renewing their mating bites.

Carefully, they turned over all tangled up together and Stiles pulled off the blindfold with a smile. 

Mates. Home. 

Perfect. 

[wipbigbang]

✨And it's a wrap! - WIP Big Bang Complete ✨

Story Title: Hands Off, He’s Mine!

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43719829/chapters/109938610

Summary: In a world in which Laura and Derek never left Beacon Hills after the fire, the three surviving Hales have found a new home with the Stilinskis. A decade later, things would be perfect, if only an incident hadn’t just taken away their primary means of protection. With the sheriff needing surgery, an unknown amount of hunters in town, and Peter having gone missing, Stiles’ college break proves to be much more daunting than expected. But he’ll do anything to keep his loved one(s) safe.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the Hales didn’t leave Beacon Hills, Found Family, Permanent Injury, that one applies to Peter, Magical Sheriff Stilinski, Hurt Sheriff Stilinski, But He’ll Get Better, Werewolf Hunters, Kidnapping, Magical Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Angst with a Happy Ending, Future Fic, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Original Characters, Gerard Argent, Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent

Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

When I Started: November 2022, for the Steter Secret Santa.

How I Lost My Shit: Like with my last chaptered Steter fic, I thought for sure it’d be shorter than it ended up being. I got 3 chapters done by the deadline for the Secret Santa event. I even got 2 more chapters done at the beginning of this year. And then I dropped the ball. Because me getting something finished without a deadline looming? It’s less likely than you think! 🙈

How I Finished My Shit: Because it worked so well last year, I signed up for the WIP Big Bang again. But because there was so much time before posting would begin, my brain went “You know what’s much cooler than writing? Starting your nth crocheting project! And reading lots and lots of books. What could go wrong?”Well, what could go wrong was this: Starting to work on the fic again so late that the first participants of the event had already started posting before I opened my document to reread what I already had. Whoops?And because I apparently don’t learn from past mistakes, I needed 2 extensions again. Because I didn’t account for the ECS (the Exploding Chapter Syndrome). Meaning, I innocently believed I’d be able to maintain my previously established average word count per chapter.News flash: Of course I didn’t. 🙄But I did it! And this year, I only needed one half-nighter instead of two all-nighters to get it done. (I won’t mention that I stayed 14k under last year’s fic. I’ll choose to imagine I got a little better at time management, instead. 😇)

[teenwerewoofs]

[Podfic] dream snatcher

Written by @nezstorm (cc: @bxdcubes)

Read by bri

Teen Wolf - Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski - Rated G

Summary: "Shh, it was a dream,” Chris whispered, over and over, as he held Stiles close."

Additional tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Comfort

Podfic length: 00:01:51

Audio format: MP3 or Streaming

If podfic isn't your thing, check out the written work here!

And definitely treat yourself to all the other amazing work by nezstorm on AO3 here.

For day 2 of @stargent-week!

[takaraphoenix]

Remember when I made a post yesterday about writing my first Stetopher fic? So since then I accidentally got three more Stetopher ideas. This is becoming a problem and I like to make my problems y'all's problems. So:

The Tate Sisters: A No Hale Fire AU where the McCall Pack forms one town over, while Chris and Peter get to raise Malia and Allison together. When the girls leave for college, they sign up under a false name to not raise suspicion with the local pack. That proves futile when both sisters find their True Mates (Scallison and Malira) within the McCall Pack. When Emissary Stilinski arrives at the Argent-Hale household to talk about the matebonds, Peter gets to inform his husband that he just found their third. Post date: August 13th.

What Kept Me Going: Post-Nogitsune hurt/comfort, where only thing that kept Chris going after Allison's death was the fact that Stiles was alive, because Allison died trying to save Stiles and they did save Stiles, so as long as Stiles was alive and safe, Allison's death wasn't in vein. Somewhere along the lines, that protectiveness turned into more. Chris' boyfriend Peter approves, but Chris thinks it's inappropriate. Until the couple learn that Stiles still blames himself for Allison's death. Possible Bad Friend Scott but I haven't decided just how angsty and how Petopher-monopolizing-all-the-comforting-of-Stiles I want this story to be. Post date: August 13th.

How Chris and Peter Got a Kitten: Vaguely post-series with married Petopher, where Stiles gets cursed by a witch and turned into a cat. Kitty Stiles hisses and claws at everyone aside from Chris, so Chris and Peter get to take the kitten home. Only that, after the curse is broken, Stiles still retains some... cat-like behaviors. Like crawling into Chris' lap for a nap. Peter thinks this is the best thing that ever happened. Post date: August 19th.

Shot Through The Heart: Basically I just want established Petopher with a really big competence kink. Because what I love most about Peter's canon obsession with Stiles is his acknowledgement of Stiles' mind and cunning, aka his competence. And then I had the thought that wait, Stiles is the sheriff's son there is no way he can't use a gun oh Chris would go absolutely buck-wild for Stiles being a good shot. So, totally besotten Petopher who stop functioning when Stiles is being his usual competent self. Post date: August 30th.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Breaking Point

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58824706 by Takara_Phoenix Stiles knew how far he could push his body and mind. But this time, everything around him had pushed him too far. Embarrassingly enough, he reaches his breaking point in the middle of the cereal aisle at the grocery store. Even more embarrassing? Peter and Chris are shopping too. Words: 5343, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Mischief Mondays Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Slash, Threesome - M/M/M, Polyamory, Established Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Married Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Peter Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent takes care of Stiles Stilinski, focusing on the ugly sides of ADHD fueled hyperfixations, also the ugly sides of Stiles' overall trauma and stuff, Stiles is not having a good time Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58824706

[janeypro]

✨And it's a wrap! - WIP Big Bang Complete ✨

Story Title: Hands Off, He’s Mine!

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43719829/chapters/109938610

Summary: In a world in which Laura and Derek never left Beacon Hills after the fire, the three surviving Hales have found a new home with the Stilinskis. A decade later, things would be perfect, if only an incident hadn’t just taken away their primary means of protection. With the sheriff needing surgery, an unknown amount of hunters in town, and Peter having gone missing, Stiles’ college break proves to be much more daunting than expected. But he’ll do anything to keep his loved one(s) safe.

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the Hales didn't leave Beacon Hills, Found Family, Permanent Injury, that one applies to Peter, Magical Sheriff Stilinski, Hurt Sheriff Stilinski, But He'll Get Better, Werewolf Hunters, Kidnapping, Magical Stiles Stilinski, College Student Stiles Stilinski, Angst with a Happy Ending, Future Fic, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Original Characters, Gerard Argent, Jordan Parrish, Chris Argent

Pairings: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

When I Started: November 2022, for the Steter Secret Santa.

How I Lost My Shit: Like with my last chaptered Steter fic, I thought for sure it'd be shorter than it ended up being. I got 3 chapters done by the deadline for the Secret Santa event. I even got 2 more chapters done at the beginning of this year. And then I dropped the ball. Because me getting something finished without a deadline looming? It's less likely than you think! 🙈

How I Finished My Shit: Because it worked so well last year, I signed up for the WIP Big Bang again. But because there was so much time before posting would begin, my brain went "You know what's much cooler than writing? Starting your nth crocheting project! And reading lots and lots of books. What could go wrong?" Well, what could go wrong was this: Starting to work on the fic again so late that the first participants of the event had already started posting before I opened my document to reread what I already had. Whoops? And because I apparently don't learn from past mistakes, I needed 2 extensions again. Because I didn't account for the ECS (the Exploding Chapter Syndrome). Meaning, I innocently believed I'd be able to maintain my previously established average word count per chapter. News flash: Of course I didn't. 🙄 But I did it! And this year, I only needed one half-nighter instead of two all-nighters to get it done. (I won't mention that I stayed 14k under last year's fic. I'll choose to imagine I got a little better at time management, instead. 😇)

[sterek-ao3feed]

What Other People Think

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58454089

by paperyowl

Stiles had said it was a choice, and when Derek finally allowed himself to explore his feelings, they found they were actually good together. They came back to Beacon Hills to tie up some loose strands of the past, but it seems all they do is find more of them. (Set about five years after the last season)

Words: 8631, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura

Additional Tags: Future Fic, POV Derek Hale, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Mates, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is a Softie, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58454089

[ao3feed-malira]

Sparky

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FjGucAH

by Little_mini_smurf

She wakes up groggily. Staring at herself through the reflection of the window she knew that she didn’t belong here. Not just in Beacon Hills. Anywhere. Anyplace. Any time. Then she remembered.

—————-

Stiles (from way after the series) goes back in time to right between season 2 of Teen Wolf but instead of being this normal regular human he’s now a teacher who’s in her twenties and is also the most powerful spark in existence… what the hell?!

Words: 2958, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Laura Hale, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Danny Māhealani, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Talia Hale, Derek Hale's Father, Jordan Parrish, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Chris Argent, Original Stilinski Character(s) (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale/Isaac Lahey, Ethan/Danny Māhealani, Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Claudia Stilinski/Sheriff Stilinski, Derek Hale's Father/Talia Hale, Peter Hale/Original Female Character(s), Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski, Danny Māhealani & Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar & Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, True Alpha Derek Hale, Female Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Alpha Mate Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Banshee Lydia Martin, Sassy Lydia, Stiles Stilinski Has ADHD, Established Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Erica Reyes Lives, Vernon Boyd Lives, Left Hand Peter Hale, Good Alpha Laura Hale, Good Alpha Talia Hale, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dad Derek Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Sane Peter Hale, Protective Peter Hale, Sibling Bonding, Sibling Rivalry, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Protective Scott, Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Stiles Stilinski is Good with Kids, Awesome Melissa McCall, Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Tags May Change

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FjGucAH