A sudden rainstorm crashes into Beacon Hills' Pride Art Festival, creating three very different love stories beneath the same storm.
Isaac & River: As a half-selkie, River thrives in the rain, feeling more alive than ever. While everyone else runs for cover, River embraces the downpour, and Isaac can't help but admire them. The rain leads to a passionate kiss and a reminder that Isaac loves every wild, beautiful part of who River is.
Derek & Stiles: Stiles spends the entire storm complaining about being soaked while Derek patiently deals with him in classic Hale fashion. Taking shelter beneath a tent, Derek reassures him with quiet affection, teasing, and subtle compliments until Stiles finally admits the rain isn't so bad, as long as Derek is beside him.
Peter, Chris & Noah: Peter strips off his shirt and treats the rainstorm like he's a dramatic weather god sent to bless Pride personally. While Chris is thoroughly exasperated and Noah endlessly amused, Peter flirts with strangers, makes shameless innuendos, and generally causes chaos. Beneath the teasing, however, is a genuine reminder of how much the three men love one another.
When the storm finally passes, a brilliant rainbow appears over the festival. The couples reunite with kisses, laughter, and affection. River and Isaac sharing a quiet moment, Derek and Stiles finding comfort in each other, and Peter, Chris, and Noah proving once again that their love is equal parts devotion, humor, and absolute chaos. Together they celebrate Pride beneath the rainbow, surrounded by friends, family, and the people they love most. 🌈❤️
One year after debuting as Cowboy, Biker, and Cop, Peter refuses to let Pride become anything less than an annual tradition. This time, the trio arrives as Greek gods. Peter as Hades, Noah as Hermes, and a reluctantly handsome Chris as Ares. Between Peter's relentless innuendos, Noah's shameless encouragement, Chris's long-suffering sighs, and plenty of laughter, they discover that Pride is no longer just an event, it's home. When Chris unexpectedly suggests next year's theme, Peter is left completely smitten, proving that even after a year together, the greatest surprises still come from the people you love most.
After a year in a relationship with Peter Hale and Chris Argent, Sheriff Noah Stilinski quietly begins to believe he's the weakest link. While his partners are away, his insecurities spiral, forcing the three men to confront what "worthy" really means, and reminding Noah that he was never the third wheel, but the heart of their family.
Peter Hale drags Noah Stilinski and Chris Argent to a high-profile charity gala, fully expecting the usual flirting and attention. What he doesn't expect is Noah getting handed a phone number, Chris being aggressively pursued by a determined socialite, and half the ballroom short-circuiting when they discover the three men are in a committed, exclusive relationship with each other.
After years of knowing each other and over a year as a throuple, Peter Hale's favorite pastime is still driving Chris Argent absolutely insane. What starts as harmless teasing and endless innuendos slowly wears on Chris's patience, despite Noah Stilinski's repeated warnings for Peter to back off.
When Peter finally pushes one step too far, Chris explodes.
The argument leaves Peter shaken in a way neither Noah nor Chris expected. Behind the sarcasm, confidence, and constant jokes lies a lifetime of abandonment and self-doubt, and Chris's angry words strike directly at wounds Peter has spent decades hiding.
As Peter retreats to the ruins of the Hale house, convinced the two men he loves have finally realized he's too much to handle, Noah and Chris must find him before those fears consume him completely.
A story about love, insecurity, found family, and three men learning that even when things fall apart, they still belong to each other.
"You're a pain in the ass, Peter Hale. But you're our pain in the ass." ❤️⭐️🏹🐺
Chris Argent has always carried the weight of his past, years of hunting, loss, and self-doubt leaving him questioning whether he’s truly worthy of love. Living in a throuple with Peter Hale and Sheriff Noah Stilinski brings warmth and intimacy he’s never fully allowed himself to accept… until a sudden panic attack forces him to confront his fears.
Guided by Peter’s teasing menace and Noah’s steady, grounding presence, Chris navigates fear, vulnerability, and emotional overload. Blindfolds, whispered reassurances, and tender touches help him rediscover trust, intimacy, and the certainty that he is deeply, unequivocally loved. Through moments of raw confession, playful innuendo, and intimate closeness, Chris learns that being seen and held is not only safe but desired.
In the end, the three of them find equilibrium: a perfect balance of teasing, tenderness, and unwavering devotion, solidifying their bond as a throuple built on trust, love, and acceptance.
It started, like many terrible things in their life, with Peter Hale.
Specifically, Peter Hale leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but boxers (he stole from Noah), eating a peach like it had personally offended him. It was just before 8:00 AM. Chris had gotten three hours of sleep, Noah was still nursing his first cup of coffee, and Peter… well. Peter was already in rare form.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
Noah didn’t even look up from the paper. “What kind of worm?”
Chris blinked. “I—what?”
Peter took another messy bite of the peach, juice trailing down his wrist. He gestured with the fruit. “You heard me. If I was a worm. Little squiggly thing. No arms. No legs. Just vibes. Would you still love me?”
Chris stared. “What kind of question is that?”
“The important kind,” Peter replied, dropping the pit into the sink. “You know, the kind that defines the depth of your devotion. The kind that answers: Do you love me for my sparkling personality or my dangerously tight ass?”
Noah raised his mug. “It’s the ass.”
“Thank you, Stilinski.”
Chris dragged a hand down his face. “Why are we talking about this?”
“Because,” Peter said, spinning to face them dramatically, “TikTok said that asking your partners if they’d still love you as a worm reveals the true soul of the relationship.”
Chris turned to Noah. “Is that a real thing?”
Noah didn’t even blink. “Sadly, yes.”
Peter smirked, pointing between them. “So. Would you?”
Chris opened his mouth. Closed it. Stared at his coffee like it might contain answers. “How would that even work?”
“Oh, God,” Peter moaned dramatically. “So it’s conditional love, then. That’s what I’m hearing.”
“I don’t—I just—would you even still have thoughts as a worm?” Chris demanded.
Peter gasped. “How dare you question my intellectual capacity in worm form!”
Noah finally looked up. “Peter, baby, we’d keep you in a very nice terrarium.”
Chris choked. “That’s enabling!”
“Oh, I see,” Peter said, hands on his hips. “So you’d keep me like some pet, while my Alpha dignity withers inside a plastic cage filled with moss and regret.”
Chris stood, clearly trying to hold onto his sanity. “You’re the one who brought up becoming a worm!”
Peter ignored him. “Noah would probably build me a whole custom habitat. With twinkly lights. And a heating pad. And tiny books I can’t read anymore because I don’t have thumbs.”
Noah nodded slowly. “That’s… honestly, yeah. That sounds accurate.”
Peter turned, fluttering his lashes. “See, this is why Noah is the favorite.”
Chris groaned, looking heavenward. “I trained to kill werewolves. I studied ancient bestiaries. I’ve hunted the supernatural for decades. And now I live with a man asking me if I’d love him as an earthworm.”
Peter shrugged. “I'd be a sexy dirt noodle. You’re welcome.”
Noah snorted hard into his coffee.
Chris turned to him, betrayed. “Don’t encourage him.”
Peter, undeterred, slid into Chris’s personal space. “What would you do with Worm Peter, hmm? Would you hold me gently in your calloused, hunter hands? Whisper sweet nothings? Carry me in your pocket like a forbidden secret?”
Chris looked one breath away from praying. “I’d put you on a hook and fish with you.”
Peter gasped, slapping his chest. “Murder! You’d murder me for sport?!”
Noah, voice dry, murmured, “It’d be the most useful you’ve ever been.”
Peter whirled. “Et tu, Stilinski?”
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am begging, so begging, for just one normal morning.”
Peter stepped back with exaggerated offense. “You know what? No. I withdraw the question. You both failed. I’ll find someone else to cherish me in my hypothetical annelid form.”
Noah raised a brow. “Like who?”
Peter narrowed his eyes. “Lydia. She’d cradle me in her palm and read me Oscar Wilde.”
Peter sighed dramatically and flopped into the armchair, limbs sprawled everywhere. “Honestly, the disrespect. I bring passion, danger, and an ass sculpted by gods, and this is the thanks I get?”
Noah finally set down his mug, stood, and walked over to Peter. He leaned down, kissed Peter’s forehead, and said solemnly, “We would love you. Worm or not.”
Peter blinked up at him.
Chris watched them both suspiciously.
Noah added, deadpan, “We’d feed you compost, keep your habitat clean, and name you Wiggles Hale.”
Peter lit up like Christmas morning. “That’s adorable. I love it.”
Chris muttered, “I think I’m having an aneurysm.”
Peter stretched like a smug cat. “You’re just mad because I’d still get laid as a worm.”
Chris stared. “How—how would that even—”
“I’m just saying,” Peter continued, completely ignoring him, “a sexy dirt noodle like me? Someone would find a way.”
Noah turned away, shoulders shaking.
Chris glared at both of them. “Why are we like this?”
Peter smirked. “Because you’re tragically in love with a chaos gremlin and a man who enables him.”
Noah saluted with his coffee. “Can confirm.”
Chris turned to the sink, muttering, “Should’ve stayed in France.”
Peter called after him, “But then you’d never meet Worm Peter, our future child-slash-pet-slash-erotic enigma!”
Chris slammed the cupboard shut. “You need a warning label.”
Peter’s voice floated back, syrupy sweet. “Would you still love me if I had a warning label?”
Chris didn’t answer.
Noah did. “We do. Every damn day.”
Peter stilled. For just a moment, one single moment. he looked genuinely moved. Then he smirked.
“Even when I’m wriggling?”
Chris groaned so hard it echoed.
Peter laughed like a man victorious.
Noah just raised his mug and said softly, “To our sexy dirt noodle.”
Or, in Peter Hale’s mind: Wolf, Silver Fox, and Twunk.
When Peter drags Chris Argent and Noah Stilinski—his committed, handsome, and mildly reluctant throuple—to their first Pride together, it’s supposed to be casual. Lowkey. Maybe even a little sentimental.
Instead, it becomes a leather-clad, glitter-filled, Village People-themed spectacle of chaos, kissing, community, and unexpected joy. Chris questions reality, Noah thrives, Peter thrives harder, and somehow along the way, they all find exactly what Pride was meant to be: love, laughter, and being unapologetically seen.
