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@stetopher-weeks Day 1
Fae/Fairies | Preserve
Stetopher Week 2026: Spring Edition
Since people seemed torn about when Stetopher Week should take place this year, i figured we would do as the show we obsess over and split the season into an A and a B!
What? There will be daily prompts posted over the span of a week, two alternate prompts offered each day, in case you don't vibe with one of them.
How? You can fill the prompts however you want! Fanfiction, fanart, GIF sets, edits, meta posts, all are welcome as long as they are about Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski.
When? Since it's (according to some sources, contradicted by others) Stiles' birthday on April 8th, I've decided we're giving him a birthday week! From April 6th through April 12th!
Where? If you post here on tumblr and @ this blog, I'll reblog all your entries, there is also an AO3 collection.
The Prompts:
Day 1: April 6th
Prompt A: Fae/Fairies Examples: Is this an AU where one of them (or all of them) are fae/seelies? Are the fairies just the Monster of the Week for the plot? General fae mischief, perhaps?
Prompt B: Preserve Examples: How do our boys feel about the preserve? Are we having a pack run? Are we building a home in the preserve? Visiting the Nemeton?
Day 2: April 7th
Prompt A: Flowers Examples: Is it wolfsbane? Flowers left on a grave? A flower shop AU? Sex pollen?
Prompt B: Hale House Examples: A No Hale Fire AU maybe? Are we rebuilding the Hale House? Or standing in the burned out husk reminiscing?
Day 3: April 8th
Prompt A: Mischief Examples: Is someone causing mischief, someone from the pack, or an enemy? Or are we talking about Stiles? Will there be Stilinski Family Feels about Claudia here?
Prompt B: Jeep Examples: Doubling down on the Claudia-related Stilinski Family Feels here? Or is Roscoe just breaking down again? A get-away-vehicle, or a road-trip?
Day 4: April 9th
Prompt A: Heat Examples: The late spring heat? Are they sharing body heat in the cold? Heated gazes, maybe? Or is this an ABOverse type of heat?
Prompt B: Penthouse Examples: Is Stiles breaking into Peter's penthouse? Is Peter inviting them into his home for the first time? Are they moving in together? Is Chris getting his own penthouse?
Day 5: April 10th
Prompt A: Storm Examples: Trapped in a snow-storm? Soaked in rain? Or are we focusing on the Riders of the Storm?
Prompt B: Lake Examples: Are we at the Martin lake house? Or a different lake? A vacation, a mission, a honeymoon?
Day 6: April 11th
Prompt A: Research Examples: Chris' bestiaries and hunter knowledge, combined with Peter's knowledge and resources and Stiles' ADHD-fueled research binges always makes for good Stetopher, doesn't it?
Prompt B: Loft Examples: Is Peter lurking on the staircase? Is Chris threatening the Nogitsune with his gun? Or are we just having a regular pack-night? Or another rave that Derek can't know about?
Day 7: April 12th
Prompt A: Moon Examples: Are they mooning over each other? Or are we being very literal here with the full moon? Or just a symbolic representation of the moon?
Prompt B: High School Examples: Truly so, so, so many bad things have happened in canon in this school, pick any one of them, or make something new and awful (or beautiful?) happen there, if you'd like. Or are we doing a same-age high school AU?
Gajos Garden
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, No Hale Fire AU, Claudia Lives, tattoo parlor/flower shop, fluff, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Derek/Paige, Boyd/Erica, Noah/Claudia
@stetopher-weeks Day 2 Prompts: Flowers + Hale House
Summary: Derek is getting married to his high school sweetheart Paige and somehow, Peter ends up stuck on flower duty, because the flower shop is right opposite to the tattoo parlor that Peter’s husband Chris owns. Peter knows his husband has an infatuation with the flower shop owner’s son and he's about to learn why.
--[read the full story on AO3!]--
Stiles knew having a crush on a married man was a bad, no-good idea. The heart and the brain rarely communicated though and the hot silver fox covered in tattoos was really getting to him. Those biceps, with Celtic knots on one arm and a beautiful wolf on the other, looked strong enough to sweep him off his feet. And when Chris would smirk, the way his steel-blue eyes sparkled… Urgh, Stiles was two seconds from swooning, really. It was bad, he was so badly gone on Chris.
He paused in the middle of the arrangement he was currently making to chance a glance at Chris. The tattoo artist had come in about half an hour ago and had been sitting at what Stiles had come to think of as Chris’ corner, studying the tiger lily intensely while sketching. He was so hansome when he was concentrating like that. Stiles could watch him all day long, honestly. The chiming of the bell interrupted Stiles’ admiring-Chris-time. Very rude.
“Welcome to Gajos Garden, what can I do for you?” Stiles said with a professional smile.
Hot damn. A drop-dead gorgeous man in a well-cut suit entered the shop. His ice-blue eyes seemed to dissect every plant, passing judgment. There was a well-trimmed goatee framing his cut jawline. His red dress-shirt was unbuttoned an indecent amount of buttons and Stiles felt his mouth watering at just how much he wanted to lick down that trail.
“My nephew’s table flower arrangements seem to be ready for pick-up,” the man paused. “Derek Hale, my nephew. I’m Peter, I seem to be on flower pick-up duty.”
“Oh. Derek’s mysterious lawyer uncle,” Stiles’ eyes widened, and then darted over to Chris.
That would make this gorgeous, fine man… Chris’ husband. Chris looked up, having recognized his husband’s voice. Weirdly enough, the tattoo artist looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly put his sketch book down and walked over.
“Peter,” Chris’ face did something complicated, between pleased and distressed.
“Hello, husband,” Peter cocked one perfect eyebrow. “You seem to have gotten lost, your shop is right across the street, dear.”
Chris cleared his throat and turned toward the tiger lily. “I’m studying…”
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Peter’s eyes darted toward Stiles, slowly dragging over him.
“Uhm,” Stiles cleared his throat. “I’ll just… go and get the flowers, so you can do whatever it is you are doing right now, without me watching. Because this is weird.”
Stetopher Week
Day 6: Research/Loft
@stetopher-weeks
Peter watched as Stiles eyes dipped lower and lower each time he blinked. There were suposed to be researching whatever had been leaving dead bodies on the bank on the lake hidden in the preserve. Peter was pretty confident that in was a pack of grindylows that had migrated through the multitude of streams. He hadn't told the pack that. He and Chris had locked eyes and come to the same conclusion. That they needed to spend more time with Stiles.
He and Chris weren't together, not officially. They knew without a third they just couldn't work. They both had the need to to take care of their partner.
Wash It All Away
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82810871
Rating: General Audiences
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Peter Hale, Established Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emphasis on the Comfort, Chris Argent Takes Care of Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care of Peter Hale, Hurt Peter Hale, Peter Hale Deserves Nice Things, Bathing/Washing, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Nudity, set vaguely post-canon in that stiles is now in college
Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,950
Summary:
Peter gets injured during a fight and Chris and Stiles take him home. Peter doesn't understand why they're so upset, or why they won't stop looking after him.
Written for @stetopher-weeks Stetopher Week 2026 (Spring Edition) - Day 4 prompt: Penthouse
@stetopher-weeks Day 3
Mischief || Jeep
bobcat stiles au here: 1 2 3
Wolf Under a Silver Moon
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, soulmate AU, hurt/comfort
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
@stetopher-weeks Day 7 Prompts: Moon + High School
Summary: Soul-marks manifested upon first physical contact. Stiles’ completes on the day he gets shoved around by both Chris and Peter. Triads were so rare, it doesn’t even cross Stiles’ mind that he could have two soulmates and met them the same day – so it hurts all the more when he realizes Chris and Peter are together, because one of them should be his.
Wolf Under a Silver Moon
Stetopher Week 2026
Chris met his soulmate for the first time in high school. It was ironic, Chris hadn’t even wanted to go to the stupid basketball game, he didn’t care for the sport. But his best and only friend Anita Milton dragged him along, because she had recently found her soulmate, Verne Boyd, the vice-captain. Even during the game, before knowing who he was or that he was Chris’ soulmate, Chris couldn’t tear his eyes away from Peter. Tall, lanky but in an athletic way, pretty, vicious and the MVP of the game. After the game, when Verne introduced Chris and Anita to the team.
In many cultures, touching upon first meeting a person was a big taboo, because the belief was that two people ought to get to know each other first, before finding out whether or not they were soulmates. In the US, shaking hands when first meeting was the norm, to know right away whether or not the other person was a potential soulmate. So Chris and Peter shook hands after the game.
Just underneath Chris’ elbow, on the inside of his arm, sat a silver moon. He’d always wondered why his personal mark was a moon – his mother’s had been a silver fleur des lis, the elegance and importance of the Argent name, his father’s a tall broad sword, the proud fighter and defender of the family, his sister’s a silver dagger, small but swift and deadly. Only many years later would Chris come to understand that he was the silver moon, protecting and watching his wolves from above.
“You are…” Chris trailed off, too stunned to even have words in that moment.
“Yours,” Peter whispered, voice filled with awe. “And you are mine.”
Beautiful baby-blue eyes stared at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Even if Chris hadn’t felt the connection spark between them, he got to watch in real time how the silver moon appeared on Peter’s bare underarm, like it was rising in the night sky. Right above a pitch-black wolf with bright-blue eyes. The wolf’s head was tilted back as though it was howling right at the moon. Suddenly, Chris’ mark made much more sense – and so did Peter’s, probably, because before that, the wolf had simply been howling at his elbow.
There was a strange empty space between the two though. Usually, soulmate marks were closer together. For years to come, Chris and Peter would naively find comfort in the distance. Would interpret it to mean patience. You’re meant to be together, you’re soulmates, but things are keeping you apart. Be patient and you will be together. When Gerard and life tore them away from each other, when Chris found himself forced into an arranged marriage with a matchless woman from a highly respected hunter family, after Gerard caused the death of Peter’s father and aunt.
The mark on Chris’ skin would keep him going. And then he got Allison and she became the light in his life, the one good thing to come out of it. Late at night, when Victoria was asleep, he would stare at his soulmark and think of Peter, think of being reunited with his soulmate, raising Allison together and being… being happy, being a family. Patience, the soul-mark whispered.
Patience was both punished and then rewarded when Chris and Peter were reunited years later. Peter was a feral Alpha when they met again, having been abandoned by his pack, killed his niece in a feral rage and was rampaging through town, leaving a trail of bodies behind. Chris braced himself, ready to put down his own soulmate because this… this wasn’t Peter anymore, his beautiful, fierce wolf didn’t deserve this. If needed, Chris was going to end this himself.
Chris met his second soulmate for the first time in a hospital. His mind was steeled to protect the town from Peter, protect Allison and her very human friends from the dangers of this world. Stiles Stilinski was one of those human friends. A stunningly beautiful, recklessly brave and ruthlessly vicious boy, who walked into danger with his head held high. Chris grabbed the boy without even thinking, hauling him into an empty room, pinning him to the wall and trying to intimidate him into turning his back on all of this. A safe, normal life. Something in Chris desperately wanted that for Stiles, was suddenly overcome with the urge to protect the boy.
Only later that night would Chris realize why he had felt that way. When he sat down heavily on his bed with a glass of whiskey, mourning the death of his soulmate. He rolled his sleeve up to look at his wolf. He stared in surprise at the tree that had grown in the space between the wolf and the moon. Its roots twisted into Celtic knots beneath the wolf’s paws and its branches reached out to gently cradle the moon. They had a third. The space between them had always been meant to be filled – by Stiles. It wasn’t hard to figure that out, Stiles was the only person Chris had touched for the first time that day. He had touched his soulmate for the first time, to shove him around.
Chris sat heavy that night and drank until the pain dulled. He had lost Peter and he had no idea how to even approach Stiles. The boy was less than half his age, was younger than Chris’ daughter, and Chris had only just tried to intimidate him into not being involved in their world…
[read the full fic on AO3!]
A Mischievous Jeep
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, canon divergence, Paige Lives, Magical Roscoe, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, fluff, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
@stetopher-weeks Day 3 Prompts: Mischief + Jeep
Summary: Roscoe can see that her boy is very sad and lonely at college and she thinks that maybe a pack of wolves could help make him feel better, so she decides to break down in front of Hale Auto.
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Roscoe’s boy had never quite meant to make her sentient, or at least she thought so. He was just very powerful, very young and also very lonely. His mother was dead, his father worked long and odd hours, and he only had one friend. She didn’t understand why, because he was amazing. He was caring and funny and filled with so much love. So he made her more than she should be, through the power of his magic and his love for her, and she spent every day trying to repay him for it.
She drove him wherever he needed, she protected him from the monsters chasing him, she listened when he sat on her driver’s seat and cried or ranted or talked to himself. And sometimes, she intervened. When she thought he shouldn’t leave, she refused to start. When she thought he needed to slow down and take a breath, she decided to stop driving. Because her boy was very impulsive and emotional and sometimes, he needed her to slow him down.
And then his best friend was bitten by a wolf. Their lives changed, there was a lot of chasing and hunting and getting hurt for everyone around. Her boy had to suffer a lot. He was hurt, abandoned, possessed, kidnapped, threatened. She wished she could do more for him, but she did all she could and she hoped it helped. In the end, her boy left together with her. They went to college and for the most part, it felt like it was helping her boy. The distance to all the pain, focusing on his studies, the new city around them. But there were other things that it didn’t help with.
He had been so worried about being alone, about everything changing after high school. His friends didn’t seem as concerned by it, even their Alpha was of the opinion that it would just work out somehow. And then they left, moved all the way across the country – a very exciting road-trip that she had enjoyed a lot, seeing all new sights together with her boy. But his friends, his pack, his father, weren’t in New York and he didn’t seem to be making any new friends. Because of the secrets he was hiding, the trauma and hurt he was still dealing with, the fear to be left again.
There was the girl though, blonde and loud and fun. She called him Batman and he called her Catwoman and they talked about the comics he liked. She was a wolf, but he didn’t seem to realize that yet. Roscoe saw it though, noticed it. Noticed the others around her. Wolves had helped, last time. Pack had been good for her boy, so she thought that pack would be good for him again.
She watched closely and she noticed where to go so one Saturday night, when her boy left the library far too late once again, she decided to take him on a detour. He was too tired to even notice. And then she stopped in the middle of the road, just in front of the shop where the wolves were.
--[Read the rest of the story on AO3!}--
