#stetopher week 2019

[gwen-of-myth]

Stetopher Week 2019 Day Four: Creatures (Church Grim! Stiles):

“There’s a presence here at this church,” Chris murmurs. “The cemetery isn’t safe.”

As a supernatural being, Peter could feel it. As a priest, Peter could sense it. Then, out of nowhere the shadows from the graves and trees ripple, collecting into a shape.

Chris begins singing a hymn to keep the creature at bay, but it isn’t bothered. The shadows grow closer, trying to invade their thoughts with evil. Peter growls and slashes with his claws, which go right through the apparition.

A black dog appears, then blurs. Out of its mist walks a boy, whispering spells and incantations that rip fearsome yowls from the demon. It dissipates as quickly as it grew, leaving the three of them.

“You have the lord’s blessing for protecting the church,” Chris says, awe in his voice.

Stiles snorts.

“I don’t need it.”

Peter can detect no lie.

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

hey remember three hours ago when I said we should have more abortion fic WELL GUESS WHAT

“Ugh. Ughhhh. Ughhhhhhhh.” 

Peter raised an eyebrow. 

“Everything alright, darling?”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Chris turned to look over now too. 

“Sweetheart?”

Stiles rolled over on the couch, revealing a distinctly queasy face. 

“I’m never going to be done with this flu. I’m going to be sick forever.”

Peter’s brow furrowed more deeply, reaching up to rub at Stiles’ feet as Chris came to crouch by Stiles’ head to check his temperature. 

“I thought you were feeling better,” Chris said, a question in his voice.

“I was, for most of the day, but just like the last few nights, as soon as I finished eating dinner it was like Kill Bill sirens going off in my stomach.” Stiles reached up to rub his eyes. “I’m still so fucking tired, too. Peter give me the bite so I don’t have the flu anymore.” 

“I can’t,” Peter said as he focused on pressure points that would hopefully help. “I’m not an Alpha and you said I’m not allowed to murder for power without getting permission first.” 

“I give you permission. I give you permission to murder anyone you want if it means I won’t feel like barfing anymore.” 

“As co-leader of the permission board, I’m pulling your authority to give permission,” Chris said, running a soothing hand through Stiles’ hair. 

“Based on what?” Stiles replied, trying to sound indignant despite lacking the energy to make it work.

“Altered state of mind due to illness.”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” 

A few minutes later, Stiles gave in and just went to bed early, declaring his body to be, “Too full of shit fuck and bastard to be conscious.”

Peter and Chris heard the bedroom door close from the living room. Chris glanced at Peter, finding his expression tense. 

“He’s been pretty nauseous for the last week,” Chris said quietly. “More tired too.” 

Peter looked back at him, lips pursed. 

“He’s been saying that he thinks he needs a new binder too, because his chest hurts lately.” 

They both looked at each other, silent for a few moments. 

“How many times did he get up to pee during dinner?” Chris asked, even though they both knew the answer.” 

Peter swore under his breath and then got up, grabbing his keys. 

“Clearblue?” he suggested.

“Early Response,” Chris countered. “I think he’s still a couple days off from a missed period.” 

Peter swore again and then left the house. 

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Stiles took the stick into the bathroom the next morning with an eye roll. 

“It’s just the flu you guys. You’re being ridiculous.” 

“Just humor us, baby,” Chris said, chivying him into the en suite. 

Five minutes later, Stiles walked out of the bathroom, brow furrowed. 

“Two lines means not pregnant, right?”

That was Not Right. 

Stiles sat in the middle of their king sized bed, stunned. Chris was on the phone, rescheduling all his meetings for the day, and Peter was making a list of every cure for morning sickness (or in Stiles’ case, evening sickness) that he could find. Eventually Chris finished and hung up, bringing the motion and sound of the room to a standstill. 

Everyone looked at each other silently for a moment. 

“Oh goddamnit,” Stiles burst out, hopping off the bed and making a beeline for the bathroom again. “I haven’t even had anything to drink yet today!” 

Chris sat on the bed with a huff as they waited for Stiles to finish. He and Peter eyed each other warily, both unsure of how to begin the conversation.

Once Stiles came back, he climbed back up on the bed between his two boyfriends and clapped his hands once, rubbing them together. 

“So! There is… an embryo. Living in me. Living a little embryonic life. It’s already been a zygote, a morula, and a blastocyst. I think there are some other stages between that and embryo, but you’ll have to forgive my lapse in memory, because apparently I’m fucking pregnant oh my god.”

Chris and Peter both reached over to hug him, ending up with everyone dragged down into a cuddle pile in the middle of the bed. Stiles was breathing a little too quickly for comfort, but he wasn’t shaking and he wasn’t crying- just repeating oh my god oh shit oh my god under his breath as he tried to calm down. 

“How do we even figure out whose it is?” Stiles wondered out loud. 

“Does… that matter?” Peter asked slowly. 

Stiles shrugged as wildly as he could while pressed between the two others. 

“I don’t know! I’ve never done this before! I don’t know anything! I don’t-” He bit his tongue, cutting off any more words for a moment before he continued. “I feel like… what happens next isn’t just my decision, is it? Whoever- whoever’s sperm won the marathon should have like. Some input. Right?”

Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably. 

“Well. It’s your body. Even though one of us, uh…”

“Knocked you up,” Peter supplied helpfully. 

“-Well, yes. Even though one of us did that, it’s still going to be your uterus, and your morning sickness, and your possible gestational issues, and your possible dysphoria, and your labor and delivery-”

“Yeah, yes, alright,” Stiles cut him off, breathing a little faster again. 

Chris spoke more quietly as he said, “It’s about whether you want to be pregnant, or do any of the things that come after pregnancy, Stiles.”

“I don’t,” Stiles blurted. 

It was like the balloon of tension in the room had been popped. 

Everyone sighed in relief. 

“I don’t want to be pregnant. I don’t want kids. Not right now, maybe not ever? I don’t know, but I definitely don’t want this right now.” 

“Oh thank God,” Peter said. “I don’t either.”

Chris leaned forward and kissed Stiles on his forehead. 

“Then we’ll support you.” 

“What about you?” Stiles asked nervously. 

“What about me?” Chris asked back, eyebrow raised. 

Stiles rolled onto his side so that Peter was draped over his back, peering over his shoulder to look at Chris too. 

“Well,” he said. “Of the three of us, you’re the only one with real parenthood experience. Do you… I don’t want to make it sound like I’m suggesting a replacement daughter, but is that something you want to do again someday? Is it something you think about?”

Chris was silent for a moment, not really looking at anything as he tried to organize his heart into thoughts. 

“Being a father was the most important thing in my life,” he eventually said. “Which is exactly why I’m sure that if you don’t want to be one, then you shouldn’t be one. If I did have another child, I would love that one as much as I loved Allison- but it’s not something I’m looking for. It’s not something I need. It’s an idea that scares the shit out of me, if I’m being honest.” Stiles sagged in relief, and Chris’ eyes crinkled in a smile as he leaned forward to kiss his forehead again. “We’re all fine, Stiles. Everything is going to be fine.” 

Stiles grabbed Peter’s hand as he wiggled forward, bringing him with him to condense their snuggle sandwich closer to Chris. 

“I guess I’ll call Planned Parenthood then,” Stiles mumbled into Chris’ chest as Peter quietly rumbled at his back. 

“The one you went to when you were looking into hormone therapy?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah, they’re chill, and I think they do in-clinc abortions on Wednesdays. Or like, every other Wednesday? Maybe one Wednesday a month?” 

They called, and scheduled the procedure for the first available appointment in three weeks. 

(On a Friday.)

They used the rest of their morning to cuddle, and plan what Stiles was calling “Yeet the Embryo Day.” 

It wasn’t until they got up for lunch that Peter said, “Technically, you were right last night.”

A crease appeared in Stiles’ forehead. 

“Right about what?”

“We’re not married. Your body is full of bastard.” 

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Three weeks later, Stiles was propped on the couch with his head in Peter’s lap, feet in Chris’ lap, and a heating pad on his own lap. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” Peter asked, stroking the skin on Stiles’ neck as he drew some of the pain away. “I can’t help too much otherwise we might miss the signs of complications.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles said, voice a little drowsy. “I’m okay anyway. My cramps aren’t too bad. Honestly,” he continued with a pointed look at Chris, “my hip hurts more than anything else.” 

Chris rolled his eyes with a crooked smile. 

“I apologize, again, for my blood type.”

“Whatever, Mr. Rh positive,” Stiles shot back. “We were almost out of there. The procedure was over! But noooo, someone had to bring up that I’m O negative-”

“I’m O negative too,” Peter said smugly, happy to be on the “not my fault” side of things. 

“Exactly!” Stiles exclaimed. “You might have been the one that got me pregnant! We don’t even know that the embryo had Chris’ weird little supply of A positive blood-” 

“Stiles, you said yourself that you don’t know whether or not you want to have kids someday,” Chris reminded him. “The RhoGAM just prevents your body from automatically attacking any future embryos, okay? Just in case.” 

“They let a nursing student give me the shot, Chris.” 

“You could have said no.” 

“I didn’t want to be rude!” 

Chris just leaned over to give him a kiss.

“What if we replace the boring bandaid with a Batman one after your shower?” 

Stiles immediately brightened up. 

“Yeah! God. It’s so good we’re not having a baby. More Batman bandaids for me.”

[panto-x]

“A box full of marshmallows” - Stetopher Week Day 1

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale/Christopher Argent

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent

Summary:  Chris and Peter plan a camping trip to take Stiles out of town for a weekend, so their young boyfriend can get away from all the stress and pressure at home and in college. Stiles doesn't expect there to be even more surprises.

Word Count: 1500+

Author’s note: This is a work for Stetopher Week 2019 (Day 1 -  Camping/Burnt Marshmallows/Bonfires)

You can also read this on Ao3!

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“Oh, this is exciting!” Stiles was grinning from ear to ear as he grabbed his bag that he had packed for the weekend and followed his boyfriends out of their apartment.

Chris and Peter had planned an entire weekend away from all the pressure and stress in Beacon Hills. A camping trip with just the three of them and Stiles couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

No Scott constantly ranting about the crush he had on that one girl in his Microbiology class – Madeline? Marissa? Maryam? Who even knew at this point! No nagging from his father to finally find someone to be in a real relationship with, no matter how amazing Chris and Peter were to him. But especially no more worrying about his classes and upcoming exams for an entire weekend!

While they were loading everything they needed for their camping trip into Chris’ pickup-truck, Stiles managed to steal a kiss from both of his boyfriends. “Thank you for doing this. It’s exactly what I need right now.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Chris smiled at him and opened the door for both, Stiles and Peter to get into the backseat. “There is nothing better than spending the weekend camping in the woods with two handsome guys like yourselves.”

Stiles gave him a look. “Oh, right! I see! You just want to get into my pants. Oh, I should have known!”, he joked but couldn’t keep a straight face as he climbed into the backseat right after Peter.

Chris chuckled as he closed the door behind Stiles and quickly got into the driver’s seat. “I think we both know that that is Peter’s intention. Not mine,” he said, glancing at the two men in the rearview mirror. “Not that I would say no to that of course,” Chris added not even two seconds later as he started the car.

Peter let out a huff but smirked, leaning as close to Stiles as his seatbelt allowed. “Don’t act like that hasn’t been on your mind ever since we told you about the trip, sweet boy,” he teased and reached out to let his fingers brush through Stiles’ hair. “We both know how much you love having me or Christopher inside of you.”

Stiles nudged him. “I can’t deny that,” he said with an almost sweet smile on his lips.

 The three of them had been dating for almost four years now. Shortly before Stiles’ nineteenth birthday, the two older men had invited him into their relationship.

Over the years Stiles got to watch how Chris and Peter, despite being married for over sixteen years and having dated for more than nineteen years, grew closer and seemingly happier with their relationship with every passing day. And even though they had been married for way longer than they had even known Stiles, he knew that they both loved him with all their hearts and never gave him a single doubt about their relationship.

 “Isn’t he just adorable?”, Chris asked when he pulled to a stop in the middle of the woods where he and Peter had used to camp all the time back when they were still in their twenties. He glanced back at Stiles who was fast asleep with his head leaning against Peter’s shoulder.

Peter grinned. “Absolutely. And he has no idea what’s going to happen today.”

“Shh! You don’t want to spoil anything, do you?”

Peter shook his head. Of course he didn’t. He wanted to see the look on Stiles’ face after all, once their little surprise had worked out.

“Sweetheart,” Chris whispered as he reached back to brush his hand over Stiles’ leg. “Sweetheart, we’re here.”

Stiles blinked his eyes open and let out a soft groan. It took him a moment to remember where exactly he was and once he did he gave Peter and Chris a sleepy smile. “Then let’s put up the tent and start a fire because I think I’m starving.”

With a low chuckle, Chris got out of the car and grabbed their tent from the truck bed,starting to look around for a good spot to put it up. “Little help here?”, he called to his boyfriends once he had found the perfect spot.

Stiles chuckled but immediately made his way over to the man to help him. “I really hope you guys packed marshmallows because what kind of camping trip doesn’t involve marshmallows.”

“No worries. I packed more than enough for an entire basketball team,” Peter promised, “But first the work and then the marshmallows. I know you and you are not getting away with letting us do all the work while you stuff yourself with that sweet stuff this time.”

“Agreed.” Chris nodded heavily when Stiles fake pouted at them.

“You guys are no fun. Why do you think I made sure to find myself two strong boyfriends in the first place?”

Peter huffed. “So you feel all protected when we cuddle you at night? Or so we can open the peanut butter jar when the lit is on too tight and you crave one of your weird comfort food combinations while studying?”

“Or because you like being carried to bed?”, Chris chimed in. “Or maybe it is because you totally have –“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah”, Stiles interrupted him. “Those are all the reasons.” He let out a huff but couldn’t hide the faint smile that was playing around his lips. “You won. I will help set everything up first and then we will find out how many marshmallows I can eat before starting to feel nauseous,” Stiles announced with a wide smirk.

 It took quite a while before everything was set up and Peter had finally managed to light the bonfire. Satisfied with himself he sat down next to Chris on the blanket they had put down between the pickup and the firepit.  

“Wow. You people have no idea how to do camping do you?” Stiles raised his eyebrows when he came out of the tent wearing an oversized jumpsuit that looked way too comfortable, while both Peter and Chris were still wearing their dress shirts, looking way too formal for a camping trip.

“What?”, Chris asked, “I thought you liked that we have a sense of fashion and now suddenly it’s bothering you?”

Stiles huffed as he moved to sit in between them. “It’s not bothering me but you look – well, out of place.”

Peter thought about for a moment then deliberately shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Me neither,” Chris agreed, trying to hide his smirk as he took a glance at Peter. Oh, their boy was so clueless, it was perfect.

Stiles just rolled his eyes. “Anyway. You promised me marshmallows and now that everything is set up and there finally is a fire, can we start the actual fun?”

There was a soft chuckle coming from Chris and hadn’t Stiles been too occupied with finding a stick to roast his marshmallows, he would have noticed that both men shared a nervous look.

“They are in the ice chest over there.” Chris nodded towards the tent and reached for Peter’s hand the second Stiles got up to make his way over to the portable chest.

“Woah, you guys literally brought tons of marshmallows! Now I know why I love you!” Stiles grinned but frowned when he reached for one of the bags. “What’s this?”, he asked as he grabbed the little black box that had been carefully placed on top of all the marshmallow bags instead.

“This is – did one of you – are you –“, Stiles stuttered as he opened the little box to reveal a beautiful silver ring. “Guys! Will one of –“ He was interrupted when he turned around to find both, Peter and Chris down on one knee in front of him.

“Mieczysław Stilinski, do you want to marry us?”

It took a moment for Stiles to find his words again, not even bothering to stop the tears in his eyes from falling. “Yes. Yes of course I do. A thousand times yes.” His voice was quiet, even more so through his tears but neither Peter nor Chris had any difficulties hearing exactly what Stiles was saying and both of them were up within seconds, arms wrapped tightly around their boy.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to cry. But I’m just so happy,” Stiles whispered into their shoulders and Chris let out a soft chuckle, wiping a tear from his own cheek.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We are just as happy that you said yes.”

When Stiles finally managed to pull back again, he grinned down at the ring that was still in his hands. “One of you has to put it on my finger now because I’m shaking way too much to do it myself.”

“Christopher? Would you do the honors?” Peter smiled at Chris, who immediately nodded and took the ring to carefully put it on Stiles’ finger.

“It’s beautiful,” Stiles whispered. “Thank you so much. You really did surprise me. I love you both more than anything.”

“We love you too, baby.” Peter pulled him close for a soft kiss. “And now you are officially going to be a Hale too.”

[gemjam]

The Sun Also Rises - Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski - Mature

Chris loves a success story, but he’s not sure they can really take credit for Stiles.

[shey-elizabeth]

Sense Memory

by Shey

Chris flinches awake in the dark with his throat locked against a gasp. He’s shaking. There’s a bitter chill at his back, and his hands grope blindly across the cold sheets before falling still. It’s silent in his bedroom, apart from the pulse pounding in his ears. He’s alone. Of course he’s alone. He tries to steady his breathing.

Nothing has changed.

[spoon-zi]

Stetopher Week (10.25.19)

Title: Turn That Fear Into a Souvenir

Stetopher Week Prompt: Day 2/Oct 25- Kidnapping

Rating: Mature (will probably change to Explicit in later chapters)

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Bodily Torture, Minor (OC) Character Death

Tags: Kidnapping, Torture, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Mates, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Derek Hale is a Good Alpha, Polyamory, Sheriff Stilinskis name is Noah, Crossdressing, BAMF Stiles, Alternate Universe, POV Alternating

Main Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale/Chris Argent

Minor Pairings: Lydia Martin/Derek Hale, Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey/Vernon Boyd/Erica Rayes, Jackson Whittemore/Danny Mahealani

Chapters: 4/?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21153860/chapters/50347262

New Chapter As Of: 11.09.19

[steternetwork]

Hi! Who runs stetopher week? Looking for the announcements I can't see anything 😅

Hi, Anon!

The Stetopher Week prompts/info can be found here!

[triscuitsandsoup]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, Nemeton, Ghosts, Not Canon Compliant, Etymology, Peter and Chris are Spirits and it's Hallowe'en, Stetopher Week 2019, Samhain, bad magic, Warrior Ghost Peter Hale's Idea of Flirting Series: Part 1 of Stetopher Week 2019 Summary:

Stiles is kidnapped by a power-hungry veterinarian one Hallowe’en and finds out that not only is magic real, he’s a natural source of it. Luckily, two helpful spirits come to the rescue. For the Stetopher Week 2019 prompt “Bonfire.”

[gwen-of-myth]

Stetopher Week 2019 Day One: Camping/Burnt Marshmallows/Bonfires

When the three of them finally became a thing (after weeks of pining and sulking hunters and wolves and with the help of a sarcastic but useful mouth), Stiles immediately realized how much his partners lacked normalcy throughout their lives.

When his mom was still there and sane, the Stilinski’s loved Halloween. Claudia would help Stiles with his costume and the sheriff would help with a trunk or treat at the station. Horror movie night was a tradition that would give him the best nightmares, and s’mores were always a must too.

They didn’t have any of that. Chris smiles when Stiles talks about it, fond of the boy. Peter snarks about him never needing something like that. But even still, when Stiles realized how much they missed out on that he had, he plans a weekend of catching up.

With them, every memory counts for Stiles. He intends to make the most out of it and give them the memories they never had. At the end of the day he’s exhausted, and when he slips into the tent they slide his hand into theirs and pull him close.

This is going to be his best Halloween yet, he thinks, before drifting off with a kiss to his hair.

[teenwerewoofs]

WIP Ask Meme

Tagged by @adrianfridge

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many  people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

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Podfic:

"Living Well" by FicBaal

"Love When Love's Invisible" by elysiumwaits

Steter Mini Bang 2022 Podfic

Fandom Trumps Hate Podfic

There's a bunch more on my list to do but it's kind of a wish-list and less of an actual WIP list lol (like a podfic a day for every day of Stetopher Week in October and then a podfic a day for every day of my own Stargent Week at the end of November, since one hasn't officially been run since, I think, 2019? But feel free to ask me about any of those!).

Ficbinding:

Fic 1 - fully typeset and nearly ready for printing

Fic 2 - Downloaded, formatting started, but no design decisions made for typesetting yet

Fic 3 - fully typeset and nearly ready for printing

Fic 4 - fully typeset and nearly ready for printing

Fic 5 - Downloaded, formatting started, but no design decisions made for typesetting yet

I haven't actually talked to any of the authors yet about binding their fics so I'm hesitant to say what fics they are. But I'm happy to answer any questions, share screenshots of the typesetting, or what colors I'm thinking for covers, etc. (as long as I can do so without giving away the fic itself!).

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! Especially if you create fanworks outside of writing fic. 🤗

Edit: specifically tagging @ambersagen & @midmorning-bomb & @rosieposiepuddingnpie & @aurevell because I went to your blogs to ask you about your WIPs and didn't see a post with them listed 😉

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Power of Attorney

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/366zKvj

by Shey

“We pinky-swore that if he ever got magically roofied I have his power of attorney. I’m contractually obligated to get him laid.”

Or

Stiles is the smart one, and he’s not leaving anything up to chance. He’s quite happy with this plan actually.

Words: 1215, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd

Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: sex pollen trope, kind of, VERY Explicit Consent, but no sex, Humor, Fluff, good friend Scott, horrified Derek, Established Chris/Peter, Mention of Daddy Kink, Stetopher Week 2019

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/366zKvj

[panto-x]

“One mistake” - A work for Stetopher Week 2019

Prompt: Criminal Activity

Summary: "When Stiles met Chris everything changed from one second to the other. The man had been standing outside of the now too familiar bar smoking when Stiles passed by. “Care for a drink, handsome?”, he had asked, catching Stiles’ attention because – was that guy really talking to him? And did he just call Stiles handsome even though he hadn’t had a shower in at least two weeks?"

Even though Stiles lives in a group home he spends most of his nights out in the street to get away from the drugs and violence in the home. That is until he meets Chris and Peter one night offering him a place to stay. He realizes to late that their intentions aren't all good.

Pairings: Stiles/Peter/Chris (Stetopher)

Word Count: 3,000+

Check it out on Ao3 or read it right here!

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Stiles had been fourteen when he met Chris. Almost fifteen to be exact. Back then he had been living in a group home. Officially at least because most nights, he preferred to sleep in the streets somewhere.

He was a smart kid. He knew that sleeping in the streets wasn’t safe. Especially not for someone like him. Small, slender, defenseless. And yet sleeping in the streets was unquestionably more safe than sleeping in the home.

Unlike Stiles, a lot of the guys there still had a family and there were reasons why they couldn’t stay with their parents or siblings anymore. Usually because of the things they had done in the past and barely anyone in his group had seemed to learn anything from their mistakes.

Stiles didn’t want to have anything to do with the drug businesses going on. He wasn’t interested in being someone’s punching bag. Again. And he really didn’t want to get murdered in his sleep for looking at someone the wrong way or for unintentionally touching something that didn’t belong to him.

The streets weren’t safe but safer than that place and it wasn’t like anyone was looking for him anyway when he didn’t show up in the evening and just stayed away for the night. Maybe they were even relieved that there was one less boy to keep an eye on.

 When Stiles met Chris everything changed from one second to the other. The man had been standing outside of the bar smoking when Stiles passed by. “Care for a drink, handsome?”, he had asked, catching Stiles’ attention because – was that guy really talking to him? Did he just call Stiles handsome even though he hadn’t had a shower in at least two weeks?

“Are you talking to me?”, Stiles asked, still not convinced.

Chris had grinned, showing off perfectly white teeth. “Of course I’m talking to you. It’s freaking cold out here and you look like you could need a drink to warm up. Come on in. I’m paying.”

Stiles had stared at him for a moment. Being warm for once did sound good but he also didn’t plan on getting arrested or thrown into juvie. He had heard stories and if only half of them were true, then he wasn’t going to survive in there. “I’m – I’m not old enough,” he admitted eventually.

“Oh, don’t you worry. The cops don’t bother to show up in this area of town. And I’m sure we have hot cocoa as well if you favor that.”

Stiles hesitated but eventually agreed. “Okay. Thank you,” he said softly.

Chris smiled. It was a warm smile and it could have almost been mistaken for a caring one, the way he wrapped an arm around Stiles’ shoulder and led him inside.

The bar was packed and Stiles immediately noticed that there were exclusively men around, some of whom turned when Chris reentered with the obviously too young kid by his side. “I’m sorry. I think this is not exactly the –“, Stiles tried but Chris clearly wasn’t listening.

“Peter!”, he called over to the guy behind the bar instead. “Another one for me and some special cocoa for my friend here.”

Peter glanced over and winked at Chris, immediately getting to it while Chris led Stiles over to the bar counter to sit down with him.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Totally forgot about my manners again. I’m Christopher. But just call me Chris. Everyone does.”

“Tsk, tsk, Christopher. That’s not quite accurate,” Peter chimed in putting down a cup of cocoa in front of Stiles and a glass with a brownish liquid on way too much ice for Chris.

Chris let out a laugh. “Right. Everyone with one exception.”

Stiles nodded slowly as he glanced between the men. “I’m Stiles.”

“Very nice to meet you, Stiles.” Peter smiled and for a second Stiles almost got lost in those eyes, quickly taking a sip from his cup to hide his blush. Had he paid more attention to the beverage than to Peter, Stiles might have noticed that the taste was a little off but he didn’t and neither did he notice the glance that was exchanged between Chris and Peter.

“Now tell me, Stiles. What is a boy like you doing in a neighborhood like this? Aren’t your parents worried about you?”, Chris asked giving Peter a nod to get back to work which the other man did but not without rolling his eyes first.

Stiles wiped his mouth and glanced back over at Chris. “I – probably.” He shrugged and quickly took another sip just to avoid the conversation. “I don’t live with them.” It was the truth but Chris, who was a complete stranger, didn’t have to know that they were in fact dead.

“Right. Sorry. It’s not my business.”

Stiles shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said quickly.

“How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”, Chris asked, enjoying the light flush on the boy’s cheeks.

“Um.” Stiles glanced around for a moment. It was so nice and warm inside and he was afraid he was going to get kicked out if he told Chris the truth but then again, the man actually seemed to care. At least a little bit.

“It’s okay, Stiles. You can be honest,” Chris promised as if he was able to read Stiles’ mind.

“Fourteen.”

Chris smiled and nodded. “Do you have someone to take care of you? Or at least a place to stay tonight? The weather-guy said there might be snow and I really wouldn’t want to see your picture in the news tomorrow because they found your body on some park bench,” he said.

At the thought, Stiles frowned. “Technically I have a place to stay.” And it wasn’t a lie. Stiles just wasn’t sure he really wanted to go back there tonight.

“Technically? What does that mean?”

Stiles let out a sigh. “It’s a group home.”

“Oh.” Chris reached over to squeeze his shoulder. “Yeah. Grew up in one of those myself,” he huffed bitterly. “Not the nicest place on earth, huh? But believe me even with all the shit going on in those homes, sometimes you are lucky and meet a friend for life in a home like that.”

“Right.” Stiles let out a humorless laugh. “Maybe one that likes to beat the crap out of me for fun.”

Chris snorted but shook his head. “No, seriously. I met Peter in a home. And look still got him by my side twenty years later.”

Peter winked at him when he came back over to give Stiles a refill. “And you won’t get rid of me anymore either, love.”

Stiles smiled at the story, a little lost in his thoughts. And even though Peter didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was adding even more vodka to the kid’s cocoa than before, Stiles didn’t notice. “Here you go,” he said as he placed the cup back in front of Stiles. “You know, we do rent out some rooms upstairs. If you need a place to sleep I mean.”

Stiles shook his head. “That’s really nice, thank you. But I have no money to afford a room,” he said honestly as he sipped the fresh cocoa.

“No, no, no. Don’t you worry about payment. We got it,” Peter promised. “I’ll make sure the room is ready for you, sweetheart.” And with that, Peter disappeared.

“Is he serious?” Stiles glanced back over at Chris once Peter was gone.

Chris smiled. “He is. Don’t worry. Unless of course you want to call the group home and have someone pick you up. I won’t stop you. It’s your choice.”

Stiles hesitated. “No, they – I think they are glad every time someone just leaves and doesn’t come back for a while. A room would be nice even if it’s just for a night. Thank you, Chris.”

The man nodded and smiled. “It’s our pleasure, Stiles. And no one would care if you stayed for longer than a night.”

To Stiles, Chris’ words sounded genuine but then again he had barely eaten anything in days and his body wasn’t used to the alcohol that was getting to him faster than Chris or Peter would have expected.

It wasn’t long before Stiles was barely able to sit straight anymore. “Chris –“

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. I got you.” Chris’ arm was immediately wrapped around Stiles’ waist. “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs so you can get some sleep, hm?”

 Stiles woke the next morning with the sun already shining through the small window and right into his face. He groaned when he opened his eyes, his head pounding just slightly and it took him a moment to remember where he was.

Just when he was about to get up, he noticed Peter in the doorway. “Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?”, he asked as he made his way over to the bed to sit down in front of Stiles.

“I – good. Thank you.” Stiles pulled the blanket up a little to cover himself. How did he end up in just his underwear? Did he undress himself? Was it Chris? And where were his clothes?

“Hey, hey. No need to cover yourself. Unless of course you want the rest of your body to be a surprise.”

Before Stiles was able to reply, Chris was entering the room with a bag. “Careful with him, Peter. He’s younger than the others.”

Peter pouted. “But he is cuter too.”

“I noticed.” Chris shoved Peter aside a little. “Get up, sweetheart. I got you some clothes for tonight. Let’s see if they fit.”

“Tonight?” Stiles looked between Chris and Peter, not sure what exactly was going on. “Where are my clothes?”

Peter hummed. “Oh, Christopher. Look, how adorable he is. Can’t we just keep him to ourselves?”

“Peter,” Chris warned. “Go sit over there and let me do my job.”

Stiles frowned, not understanding what exactly was going on. “Thanks for letting me stay the night but I really have to go now.”

“Stiles. You are not going anywhere. That is unless you want to go to juvie.” Chris sighed. “Running away from your group home, underage drinking and that fake ID? It looked so real, Stiles. Renting a room and not paying for it and prostituting yourself? Oh, boy. They’ll have enough reasons to lock you up for a while. And I’m familiar with the system. They will gladly do so.” Chris let out a dramatic sigh.

“What?” Stiles jumped up. “I – you! No! I wasn’t drinking by my own choice! You gave me something, didn’t you? Oh, now this makes sense! You did that. And I never even used my fake ID! And – I never even once sold my body to anyone,” he rambled angrily.

“Yeah, I mean not yet. But why do you think Chris got you those cute outfits?” Peter gave a shrug as if it was obvious. “You’ll go out with the boys tonight.”

Chris smiled and hummed at the thought. “They have their corner not far from here. But don’t worry, you will learn quickly.”

“Of course he will. He’s obviously a smart kid. Oh, hey. He reminds me of Isaac. Good kid. You should stick to him if you don’t want to get in trouble,” Peter said.

Stiles was pale as he let the men’s words sink in. “What – what are you saying?”

“Honey, you are ours now. One of our boys. And as long as you play after our rules you will be fine. You’ll have your own room, you will get food and everything you need. Just, better not try to run, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want you to end up like Jackson. Your face is too pretty for that and you should have seen him after they fished him out of that river.” Peter pulled a face.

Stiles shook his head very slowly. “Please,” he whispered. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone and I will never come back here.”

“What? No. That’s exactly the opposite of what I want. I want you around, Stiles. You’re cute,” Peter pouted as if this was just some kind of game to him. “And don’t worry. It’s obvious you are still a virgin and I wouldn’t want some random guy to change that. Chris and I will take care of that.”

Chris hummed in agreement. “But first you’ll try on some outfits so we can find the right one for you.”

 Stiles barely moved as both Peter and Chris started dressing him up in way too tight clothes that were showing off way too much skin. This wasn’t happening. It just couldn’t be real. They were playing a prank on him, Stiles was sure.

But once they were done with the clothes, he suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Don’t be scared. We’ll be nice to you. Probably not gentle but nice.” Peter smiled as he started to undo his pants.

“Please don’t do this. If you want money, then I’ll get you some. But not like this.”

Chris tsked. “You should be a little more thankful. None of the other boys has ever been allowed between Peter and me. But you are something special, Stiles and I’m sure this won’t be the last time with just the three of us together.” He smiled before helping Peter out of his clothes.

Stiles took a few steps backward but immediately stopped when Peter’s eyes shot in his direction. “Don’t even think about it, boy,” he warned. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees. And be good or I won’t be using any lube.”

 ***

Stiles was sore and barely able to walk when Chris and Peter sent the boys out that night. They had told him to stick to Isaac and he did, too scared and too tired to even think about running away.

They had explained the rules and the prices at least three times and Stiles was almost certain that he couldn’t do anything wrong by accident anymore.

“For how long have you been doing this?”, he asked the older boy when they were leaning against the wall a few streets from the bar, the two other boys a few steps away from them.

“A while,” the other just said, not even looking at Stiles.

“Have you never thought about running away? Or calling the cops?”

“No.” Isaac kicked a stone, watching as it landed on the other side of the street.

Stiles sighed. “What happened to Jackson?” But before he had finished his questions, Isaac’s hand was wrapped around his throat.

“Never ever mention him again!”, he warned, giving a hard squeeze before pushing Stiles away.

Stiles was coughing when Isaac let go. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Just stop asking stupid questions and do your job. You know what to do?”, Isaac asked when a car pulled up in front of them.

Stiles nodded softly but didn’t move.

“Good. Your customer,” Isaac said and gave Stiles a shove towards the car.

 ***

Stiles had been living with them for a little over two months when he woke up to Peter sitting across from him, just watching the boy. “What are you doing here?”

Life had been difficult for him ever since he met Peter and Chris and Stiles knew he was supposed to hate this. All of it. And a part of him actually did. He hated letting strangers use him as they pleased. He hated the feeling of cock after cock in his mouth. He hated the guys who didn’t like to play by the rules, giving him a hard time to convince them to please just use the condom. And he hated the guys that thought that no little slut like him was supposed to tell them anything and made him end up with a black eye more often than not. He hated the feeling of giving up all control.

And yet, Chris and Peter hadn’t lied to him. He was cared for, had a room to himself, got food and everything he needed. He was allowed to spend time with the other boys or hang around downstairs in the bar if he liked. And as long as he stuck to the rules, Chris and Peter were actually nice to him. Almost like they really cared about his wellbeing.

“Just checking in on you.”

“You were watching me sleep,” Stiles retorted as he got up and moved to his closet to put on a shirt but Peter was quicker, reaching for his arm and pulling him back. He was gentle and yet Stiles understood not to move away.

“Christopher is getting on my nerves. He’s been way too riled up the last few days and I could use a good blowjob myself. Please help out?”

“Peter. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

Peter’s grip on Stiles’ arm got tighter and Stiles immediately noticed his mistake. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” He quickly reached out to place a hand on Peter’s cheek like he had seen Chris do whenever Peter got upset. “I just – I had a tough night and I’m not sure how useful I am right now. Maybe you’ll have more fun if you ask one of the other boys.”

At the touch to his cheek, Peter relaxed just slightly. “You don’t understand, Stiles. We don’t let the other boys into our relationship. It’s just you. Because neither of us likes to bottom and you are our special little boy,” he told him and pulled Stiles into a soft kiss.

“Fine.” Stiles nodded softly when they parted again. “But I thought you said no kissing. The rules say so.”

Peter almost rolled his eyes. “The rules are for your clients. Not us. And were you listening to me? I just told you that you were special to me and Christopher.”

“Right. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.  Just do as you are told and you will be fine, alright? Now come on. Christopher is waiting for you already and we really wouldn’t want him to start without that perfect little ass of yours,” Peter told him as he reached for the boy’s hand to lead him into the bedroom down the hall.

[queerfictionwriter]

-skids into you inbox- Hi! For the fanfic ask meme: 3, 9, 16, 17, 19, 24

Oh gotdamnit and filet of fuck, I’d hate if I didn’t love you so much. 

3: Favourite line/scene you wrote this year 

Already answered that one–the scene where I made everyone cry, mwuahaha! 

9: Longest WIP of the year

Listen. L I S T E N. Are we talking “longest” as in “thing I have worked on for the longest amount of time”, or “longest project by wordcount”? Because if it’s the former … probably the Yoga AU, which isn’t posted yet, but is Stetopher and centres around disability rep and life with chronic pain. If it’s the latter, then the longest WIP of the year award goes to the arranged marriage fic (Steter, currently 35k, found here). 

16: Fics you completed this year. 

Jaysus. A lot, okay? A LOOOT. *tries to count* Like, 31? I’m not listing them all. A few of them haven’t been posted just yet. (AKA, there are goodies to come in December, my naughty darlings!)

17: Fics you’ll continue next year

Why do you hurt me this way. *dramatic sigh* I plan to continue In Parts and Pieces (AKA: The Arranged Marriage fic), not broken, she’s just a baby (Stargent, soft kink), the Hales’ School series, finish the Peter Hale, R.A. series (there’s just one more part left), and hopefully also finish the 3rd installment of the Speak of the Devil series, which is a TW/Lucifer crossover. I’m going to keep working on the Yoga AU and the RA AU, though god hisownself only knows when the shitting fuck those will finally wrap. 

19: any new fics to start next year 

YOU SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE, I AM DOWN HERE, IN THE TRENCHES, FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE AMONG THE SAVAGERY OF LONGFIC MONSTERS! 

(ilu. but also, no, nothing planned as of yet. as soon as I hear about upcoming events, I’ll figure out if I can participate and in what capacity, but aside from Kinktober and probably-Steter week??? not a clue)

24: Favourite fic I read this year. 

Hrm. As always, I cannot limit myself to just one, so here, have a few of my personal faves from 2019: 

A Room for Rent in the Fourth Estate by hesterbyrdeFandom: MCU, Venom Pairing: Eddie Brock/Symbiote/Darcy Lewis, and all permutations thereofLength: approx 52k Why I at all into SymBrock, RUN, DON’T WALK. 

Forget the Rest by eadunne2Fandom: SuitsPairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter Length: 66kWhy I

Matinee by ThrillingDetectiveTales Fandom: SuitsPairing: Mike Ross/Harvey Specter Length: 5kWhy I

On Edge by @bunnywestFandom: Teen WolfPairing: Stiles/PeterLength: 24kWhy I On Edge is fun, and sweet, with just enough sharpness to make it delicious. It’s also orgasmic levels of satisfying to read if you’re sick of the Scott Disc Horse. 

on some days, in some ways series by pprfaith/ @wordsformurder Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Pairing: noneLength: 66kWhy I

Sugar Babies, Not Sugar Vaginas by @twothumbsandnostakeincanonFandom: Teen WolfPairing: Steter Length: 2.9kWhy I

Au Naturel by Bunnywest Fandom: Teen WolfPairing: SteterLength: 2kWhy I

[morenotles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent Additional Tags: Stetopher Week 2019, Getting Together, Polyamory Negotiations, mentions of Hale Fire, Light Angst, Peter panics over fire Summary:

Even in the dim light, Peter can see Stiles’s cheeks pink up. “He was watching you,” comes Chris’s voice in his ear. “He has a crush.”

Peter can feel his brow furrow. “Oh? But I thought you two were together?” Chris chuckles against his neck. “We are. But baby has a thing for older men who have pretty blue eyes.” He doesn’t sound the least bit upset about it, and Peter cranes his neck and turns to find Chris grinning.

Interesting.

[ao3feed-petopher]

Power of Attorney

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/366zKvj

by Shey

“We pinky-swore that if he ever got magically roofied I have his power of attorney. I’m contractually obligated to get him laid.”

Or

Stiles is the smart one, and he’s not leaving anything up to chance. He’s quite happy with this plan actually.

Words: 1215, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd

Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: sex pollen trope, kind of, VERY Explicit Consent, but no sex, Humor, Fluff, good friend Scott, horrified Derek, Established Chris/Peter, Mention of Daddy Kink, Stetopher Week 2019

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/366zKvj

[gwen-of-myth]

Stetopher Week Day 2: Western AU

After the Hale fire, Peter packed his bags and got on his horse to never return. He wandered the desert freely, only stopping in town if absolutely necessary.

Then Chris came, with his beard and grin and sparkling eyes. The Argent name is renowned as bandits, and as much as Peter wanted to run, to be safe, he feels a pull, and joins him.

They become famous, with Wanted posters everywhere and shared kisses in the moonlight. Chris teaches him how to survive, and softly how to love again. It’s fate, he thinks, gun in one hand and Chris’s hand in the other.

It’s just them against the world.

***

“I want in,” is Stiles’s first words to them.

Before they can ask, Stiles continues.

“My dad—the sheriff here, y’know—whoops me with his belt. I wanna run away, let ‘im think I’m dead, he don’ care ‘bout me. Not since ma died.”

Stiles looked at them both, a strength of having been hurt by the ones you love so very evident in his honey whiskey eyes.

“I won’t hold you back none. I’m a farmhand, I can help cook, I can wash your clothes, I—“

“What’s your name,” Peter asks suddenly. Chris just watched.

“Stiles. A nickname, really, but—“

“Well then, Stiles,” Chris drawls out. “Let’s give ‘em hell.”