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.
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)
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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.”
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
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.
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.”
When Chris gets home and is greeted by his two most favorite people after a long day of work, he’s excited. When Stiles says it’s movie night, he’s excited. When Chris hears it’s horror movie night...he panics.
Chris is very brave, it’s one of his best personality traits. He’s been trained into a skilled hunter since he was very young, and yet. Horror movies genuinely scare him.
Peter notices immediately. His scent is laced with anxiety now, and his concern is palpable. Two blue eyes question him, and Chris shakes his head at Peter when they settle on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.
He’s fine. He can do this.
***
There three hours in and Chris can’t do this anymore. He’s jumping at every scare, sweating despite the autumn chill. He can’t even look at the TV anymore, he—
It’s turned off suddenly, and four arms envelop him.
“You could have just told us you don’t like scary movies,” Stiles sighs against him. “We’d understand.”
Chris swallows with a little difficulty.
“I don’t know why it bothers me. I face off against worse things than most of this stuff regularly but I can’t...I can’t do it.”
“Darling, don’t worry about that. You’re allowed to be scared. Just know we’re here to protect you.”
They’re being gentle with him, like he’s fragile. Like he can break. It’s nice not to have to be invincible, he thinks. In between Peter and Stiles, he knows he’s safe. Forever and always.
