Gather ‘round, fuckos, and read my incoherent word lasagne about Papa Bear Stilinski, Mama Bear Stilinski, and Baby Bear Stiles.
Let’s say John and Claudia are alone, living their private werebear life, until they have Stiles. Suddenly it’s much more imperative that they live in a safe town. A small town. A small safe town with a large, supportive, supernatural presence.
Turns out the Beacon Hill’s sheriff’s department is hiring, and the Hale pack seems pretty legit.
They arrive, introduce themselves, and everyone is lowkey freaking out. They didn’t even know werebears were like, a thing? Talia wants to know why Deaton didn’t tell her about werebears, Deaton wants to know why werebears aren’t in any of his books, and the books want to know why they’re being blamed.
Anyway, eventually they settle into town, and it quickly becomes apparent that the Hale house and the Stilinski house are the only two places fully childproofed for both wolf cubs and bear cubs. Babysitting agreements are made. You can’t really watch kids sneeze themselves into their first shift, or go through a teething phase that takes out nearly all of the porch railing, without falling a little bit in familial love, and before too long the families are BFFs.
Stiles in particular clearly loves Peter. He’s latched on with a combination of hero worship and a childhood crush, and when Stiles latches on to someone he doesn’t let go.
What’s surprising is that Peter doesn’t even try to shake the kid off. He seems delighted that an adorable fluff ball is following him around. It might have something to do with the fact that the fluff ball is destined to grow up into a 500 pound killing machine, but it might also have something to do with what an adorable little shit Stiles is. In any case Peter gracefully accepts the sunflowers that Stiles brings to him, ignoring the teeth marks with a thank you.
When Kate Argent rolls into town, she sniffs around and finds out that there are werebears in Beacon Hills as well as the Hale pack. She’s viciously thrilled. After all, there are so few werebears left due only to the diligence of her family. She’s going to have the opportunity to partake in a proud Argent tradition.
So she goes to play Goldilocks. She intends to leave poison in the porridge, to booby-trap the chairs, to set fire to the beds- but only two of the werebears are actually out for a walk that day. It’s date night.
Baby Bear and Peter Wolf are home.
They both always thought Goldilocks got off too easy for a home invasion. When you throw conspiracy to commit murder into the mix too, well-
Kate doesn’t get away with anything. She doesn’t get away at all.
When John and Claudia come home from date night, there’s an unconscious hunter tied up in the kitchen, and Peter is telling Stiles a new version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears that they’ve never heard before. They’re not sure about the story that apparently includes enhanced interrogation methods used by the bear family, but they are grateful that Peter refrained from committing murder in their kitchen without asking first.
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