Also, I don't know if you'll be up for it, but Chris/Peter “Well this is awkward…” :DD
Chris/Peter is my number one guilty pleasure ship tbh
Also this contains mentions of Stalia and Allydia
Allison’s plan had been to spend the night at Lydia’s. It had been going fine - great, even, and Lydia’s hand had just been sliding under the waistband of Allison’s skirt when Malia had shown up, asking Lydia for advice on her relationship, which Allison had taken as her cue to leave. It’s not that she didn’t like Malia, she had told Lydia the last time this had happened. It’s just that Malia had a tendency to overshare, and Allison had learned far more about her and Stiles’ sex life in the last six months than she’d ever had any desire to know.
She got home a little before nine, wondering if it was too late to convince her dad to order Chinese. They hadn’t really had time to talk lately, what with Allison taking every chance she could get to hang out with Lydia ever since their sleepovers had started involving kisses at two in the morning and soft hands slipping under pajamas, and Chris being strange and distant for a reason that Allison hadn’t managed to figure out yet. Maybe, she thought, tonight would be the night she could get it out of him.
She opened the door with a faint smile on her face, shut it quietly behind her, and was just about to shout to her father that she was home when she heard a quiet groan. Eyes still not adjusted to the darkness of the living room, she reached behind her for the light switch with one hand, and into her pocket for her pocket knife with the other.
The moment she flipped on the light, she wished that she hadn’t.
Allison had seen some weird things in her seventeen years on earth. She’d seen people grow hair where they shouldn’t, their ears elongating and their eyes glowing gold. She’d seen Jackson as a homicidal lizard monster, possessed by the creepy guy who used to crush on her. She’d seen Stiles Stilinski get - and somehow manage to keep - a girlfriend, but none of those things could have possibly prepared her for this.
Her father was seated on the couch, a shirtless Peter Hale straddling his lap, the two of them kissing fiercely.
Allison let out a little shriek, and both men looked up in shock, just as she flipped the light back off again.
There was silence for a moment before Peter spoke, and even though Allison couldn’t see him, she could hear his smile in his voice. “Well this is awkward.”
There was a shuffling noise, and Allison could vaguely make out the outline of her father pushing Peter off of his lap in the dim light shining in through the curtains from the street light outside. “Allison, I wanted to tell you, I just-”
“Didn’t think I’d approve of you sleeping with a murderous werewolf when you didn’t even approve of Isaac?”
“This seems like a family matter,” said Peter, getting to his feet and moving towards the door. “So I’ll just be-”
Allison took a step back so she was directly between Peter and the door, and turned the light back on, relieved to see that he had, at least, put his shirt back on. “I don’t think so. Both of you sit down.”
She was a little surprised when Peter actually followed her directions and joined her father on the couch. She sat down in front of them on the ottoman, resting her elbows on her knees. “Now tell me what exactly is going on here.”
