Stetopher AU: A decade after the fire that took most of his family, Peter Hale is finally ready to go home. Together with his husband and two young daughters, Peter returns back to Beacon Hills to reclaim his family's land and prepare for the rest of his pack's arrival. Moving into a quiet suburb bordering the preserve while they wait for their new home to be built, Peter is shocked when the Sheriff, his new neighbor, informs him that there's a new pack in town.
Peter has many questions. What happened in the years they were gone? Why does the land feel so alive now? Who is this new pack, and why have they yet to meet their mysterious alpha? How does the Sheriff know about the supernatural, and why did he feel the need to warn Chris that hunting in the area would not be tolerated? What is it about the family next door that makes it so hard for them to stay away?
And why does their youngest daughter keep getting drawn out into the woods, returning with stories of a friendly fox guiding her home?
Khit doesn't respond, hands continuing to lace boots, gaze fixed on the task.
Ignoring the way his fingers feel stiff.
A sigh slips through his lips, standing and making sure his weapons are secure, the leather sturdy. “Maybe.”
“Is that it?” The voice doesn't sound exasperated, or even angry, sitting instead on the precipice of resigned. Satisfied with the state of his armor, Khit's gaze slides up to Ardbert. He shimmers before him almost like a ghost, the fiery passion he once wore dwindled to a barely lit candle.
Flickering. Fading.
“What else would there be?” He rolls his shoulder, wincing at the tight muscle. That's what he tells himself it is. “Kill the lightwardens, get everyone home.”
“And if you die in the process?” An accusation hangs in the air between them. It feels more like an inevitability in the end.
“A man once made me an offer.” He looks at his glove, the worn leather hiding the growing light, spreading like a sickness through his veins, his aether. “One life, for one world.”
“That's -” Ardbert makes to step forward, momentum lost in the action as the words strike him. His own, thrown back in his face.
“I didn't listen." Khit shrugs a shoulder idly. "He was a fool at the time, his love manipulated and twisted. But this… I see no other way forward. And so I offer it. One life, one world. If it saves the First, gets my friends home, then I gladly give it.”
Stetopher AU: Stiles is finally free. He's graduated and left Beacon Hills for good, ready to put the horrors of his high school years behind. New York seems about as far from home as he can get without leaving the continent, so he rents the cheapest apartment he can find and starts looking for a job. Deciding to apply for a temp job at a popular magazine while he figures out his next steps, Stiles somehow walks out the personal assistant to Neckz 'N Throats CEO, Peter Hale.
Stiles isn't entirely sure what to expect from being the PA of a rich and successful CEO, but this isn't it. Sure the job starts out pretty ordinary; fetching the man his coffee, organizing his meetings, handling his correspondence, coordinating with other staff to make sure things run smoothly. But it's not long before Stiles is getting pulled further and further into his life.
Stiles can excuse jet-setting across the globe with the man on his private jet when he's traveling to attend events or photoshoots or international business meetings, but he isn't so sure that his job description is supposed to include accompanying the man and his handsome photographer husband on their overseas vacation or their fancy ass boat. As if having to see them in their sexy business suits wasn't bad enough, now he has to live with visions of what they look like walking out of the ocean in nothing but low-hanging swim trunks and water cascading down their bodies. Stiles is pretty sure he's going to physically combust before they every make it back to US soil.
🎓 College Alpha Stiles x Sugar Daddy Peter [grad cap emoji]
feed the sugar daddy cravings, please :3
Damn, your siren powers are on a roll today! Sorry, no Sugar Daddy Peter on-page yet, but I had been so stuck on this and I finally decided to try switching to writing from Cora's POV and now I have 437 more words!
Here, have all 437 as a token of my gratitude lol:
Cora didn’t think much of Stilinski at first. Literally, she just didn’t care. He was just another student in her class, moderately loud and almost always moving, whether it was absently twirling his pencil or tapping his feet under the desk. They didn’t exactly sit near each other, but it was near enough to draw her attention occasionally — usually when she wanted to bare her teeth and snap his neck if he didn’t stop moving or making noise while she was trying to concentrate on the professor’s lecture.
But she did know he was smart. He raised his hand often, turned in all his work (even if some of it did seem oddly off-topic), and had some sort of weird dynamic with the professor that was a mix of hatred and respect on both sides.
Because of all this, she didn’t feel all that much one way or another when they got paired up for their final project. There were certainly people in the class with whom it would have been much worse to be stuck with and may have ended in bloodshed. Others were entirely too boring for her to spare a moment of attention for. At least she knew Stilinski would show up and do the work.
Cora’s ambivalence towards Stilinski lasts right up until the moment she decides to go from the library to the pack house for the weekend without stopping at her apartment to shower and change first. Her uncle Peter is on her almost as soon as she walks in the door, red eyes blazing and a rumble deep in his chest as he invades her space to drag in deep lungfuls of her scent.
“Uh, Uncle Peter?” Cora asks warily, trying not to lean away as he got a little too close to her jugular in his agitated state. His gaze jumps to hers, Alpha eyes seeming even brighter than usual in the face of his intensity and close proximity.
“Who were you with?” His voice rumbles, distorted from the fangs starting to grow in his mouth.
“I was at school — do you have any idea how many people go to that university?” Her snark gets her a snarl in response and she shrinks back, showing her neck. “I was at the library working on a group project for one of my classes! I got partnered with Stilinski, he was sitting next to me while we worked. He’s the only person that was close to me for a prolonged period of time.”
Peter drags in another deep breath, eyes falling closed to savor the scent.
“Mate,” he practically purrs.
Oh.
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Ooh, what's your accidental mating bite steter idea?? 👀
Oooh that one's fun, it's fully inspired by this post. It's a sterek post where Stiles is frustrated as Derek carries him away after a fight that he is injured when the wolves heal and in his frustration/tired annoyance he bites Derek's neck, not realising that Derek is staring at him in shocked horror and Peter is laughing his ass off because he unknowingly gave Derek a mating bite. Stiles doesn't know what's wrong so in his tiredness he tilts his head so Derek can bite him back to 'get even' and Derek does which solidifies the bond and Stiles basically just got werewolf married by accident.
So basically I went 'yes, but what if Steter? 👀' especially because I have an 'Accidental Marriage' square on my Teen Wolf Bingo card that I had no idea what to do with and this was the perfect answer. I love this idea of Stiles just biting Peter's neck because he's tired & cranky & impulsive not knowing that he's just given Peter a mating bite, and the way it would send Peter's instincts crazy.
Tell me about Hale Ranch and tell me about Bad Derek
Okay, you asked for two and it would get way too long if I actually delved into both of these. So I'm gonna explain Hale Ranch here, and you can read a whole post about Bad Derek here (non-con warning for anyone wanting to check it out). Oh, and there's a short snippet included in this post too.
Now, for Hale Ranch - behold the birth of this idea:
Truly, I saw this gifset and had the sudden visceral need to have Stiles see Cowboy Peter at a distance and mutter "Damn, I'd ride him and call him Daddy". And I actually already wrote the main part of the scene:
“Daaaaamn,” Stiles whistles under his breath, eyes still slowly scanning the hunk from head to toe. He bites his lip. “You know what they say about save a horse, ride a cowboy, Scotty? I’d ride him and call him Daddy.”
Scott whips his head around and gapes at Stiles in horror.
“Stiles!” Scott hisses urgently. “He can hear you.” Stiles’s eyes go huge.
“You mean he’s a– oh dammit,” Stiles wheels around and hunches his shoulders, running a hand over his head. He stares at the ground with still-wide eyes and blazing cheeks. “Well, I’m going to go find a hole to bury myself in,” Stiles informs Scott under his breath. “Do you think the little pool they use for the duck pond game would be big enough to drown myself in, or should I just find a horse to trample me? Please tell my father I love him and make sure he doesn’t eat too much junk food when I’m gone.”
Anyway, the McCall pack is travelling to a different state to meet with the Hale Pack and decide to stop at a rodeo that's still a state or two away from their destination because the pups see the sign & beg. Since none of them have ever really been to one and they've been cooped up together in cars for so long, Scott and Stiles give in.
So Stiles sees this really hot cowboy talking to one of the barrel racers, makes the comment, embarrasses himself, and then goes to try to die in a hole somewhere. At least he'll never have to face him again, right?
Wrong. Turns out that was the Alpha's younger brother who occasionally competes in out of state rodeos/bull riding competitions, along with a few other packmates. By the time of the meeting, Peter is back and standing just behind his alpha, eyes laughing at Stiles's mortification.
The McCall pack is staying with the Hale pack on their ranch for like a week or two, so we get to see lots of shenanigans including line dancing, poker hustling, and mechanical bull riding that is decidedly not appropriate for public viewing.
There may be some general inspo from @takaraphoenix's ranch/cowboy fics.
Oh god I just remembered that I created these two moodboards last night right before I fell asleep because I couldn't get the Stetopher Pirates AU out of my head. @takaraphoenix
First one focused more on the Petopher enemies-to-lovers dynamic on their way to save Stiles. 2nd is based on full Stetopher.
Escaping Eichen: Nobody in Beacon Hills will listen to Stiles when he protests the decision to put Peter in Eichen House after La Iglesia, preferring to just wash their hands of him once and for all. But Stiles's conscience - and the memories that still haunt him - won't let it stand. When Chris returns to Beacon Hills and makes a big fuss about Peter's imprisonment, Stiles senses an opportunity and pounces.
Stiles and Chris work together to get Peter out of Eichen. It takes a few months for their plan to fall into place, but they only get one shot at this, and everything afterwards will change. Staying in Beacon Hills is no longer an option.
A log cabin in the Colorado mountains, unknown by anyone and owned under an alias, is their goal. It will take time for Peter to recover from the horrors of Eichen, and they all need time to heal from the wounds their lives in Beacon Hills had wrought. There they will heal, plan for a future they never thought possible, and grow closer in ways they never could have imagined. Maybe happiness isn't so far out of reach after all.
First draft snippet under the cut
Chris drove for sixteen hours straight with minimal stops for gas, food, and bathroom breaks until they reached the northern Colorado mountains. There was an old hunting cabin there that hadn’t been properly used since his maternal grandfather’s days. A beautiful two story log cabin surrounded by forest, the nearest neighbour almost twenty minutes away by car. His mother had taken him there a few times when he was a kid, and he’d checked up on it again a few years ago. She had kept it under an alias so it wouldn’t be connected to the Argent name, and Chris had figured it could make a good safehouse if one was ever needed. It was needed now.
The first few days were rough, Valeck and the constant dose of wolfsbane had really done a number on Peter. But slowly Peter’s normal personality started to seep back in and he started to trust that Stiles and Chris really were helping him.
It ended up being good for all three of them. They were all a mess, honestly. Being away from the black hole that was Beacon Hills, the constant danger and drama and reminders of the past, did them all good. As did talking, something none of them were particularly good at and yet somehow they kept drawing it out of each other.
Peter and Chris got together first, rekindling their old relationship and working out two decades worth of history and anger and guilt. Two weeks in they went from fighting to fucking in a matter of minutes, one minute screaming at each other with tempers flaring hot, the next they were kissing. Stiles had stormed out at the start of the fight, unable to put up with their bickering, and by the time he returned two hours later they were back to normal and pretending nothing happened. It took a few days of falling into bed together for them to work things out — and for Stiles to catch them showering together.
Stiles was happy for them, glad they were working things out, even if part of him ached over it. His feelings for both men had grown exponentially in their time together and living in close quarters with them was already difficult. If he had to start putting up with the two of them having sex and being physically affectionate and loving with each other, he thought he might just physically combust.
It only took another three days though before the two men admitted their feelings for Stiles and their dynamics changed again. Peter’s fault, of course. He was an inherently selfish man and wasn’t bothered by the same morals as Chris when it came to Stiles’s age, even if he was over 18. He wasn’t going to let them sit there pining for each other when they all wanted the same thing and could quite easily have it.
