Blood and Magic (Stetopher)
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Vampire Stiles, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn’t Leave, Pack Alpha Derek, post season 2, hurt/comfort, fluff, blood drinking, protective Stiles, possessive Stiles, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia
@writersmonth Pride Bingo 2026 Prompt: past/future
Summary: Vampires have come to Beacon Hills to kill Chris and Allison, to kill the last Argents, because an Argent had killed the late Lady Gajos. This was not how Stiles had imagined revealing that he was a vampire and, by technicality, the lord of Beacon Hills.
Stiles was honestly having such a good day. That should have tipped him off. Whenever things were going too smoothly, or he got to linger in the feeling of safety and happiness for too long, something was about to go disastrously wrong. Yet nothing could have prepared him for just how bad things were going to be this time around.
Stiles had spent the morning in class, watching Lydia make an absolute fool of Harris, eating lunch with the rest of the pack and actually doing pretty well at lacrosse practice after school. He'd dropped off dinner for his dad at the station, which had been nice because ever since this whole werewolf stuff had become a part of Stiles' life, the divide between him and his dad had been steadily growing with all of the lies. But he couldn't tell his dad about the wolves, for very obvious werewolfy reasons.
And after all of that, he found himself at the new Hale House, with a good portion of the pack, sitting at the sidelines with Lydia and watching the wolves hard at work. It was still under construction, but building it had become a pack project after the kanima, before the summer and over the summer. Werewolf strength and unfathomable amounts of money helped really fast-tracking this.
And yes, potentially the biggest shocking reveal had been that the Hales were literal millionaires, in the nine figures range even. The fact that Derek had first lived in the abandoned Hale House and then in an abandoned train depot had made the man look more like a homeless person than a millionaire. But post resurrection Peter got them access to their money and put his foot down that he wasn't going to live in a rat-invested train depot.
So, construction site, hot and sweaty werewolves doing heavy lifting. Peter in a sweat-soaked tank-top was a sight to behold, it made Stiles' mouth water. He really wanted to sink his fangs into that tempting neck, like Peter wasn't already taunting him enough by flaunting it with all his ridiculous v-necks.
Chris next to Peter was no less distracting though. Equally stripped down to a tank top, he was showing off tattoos that had made Stiles' brain come to a full-stop the first time he'd seen them. When Chris had first started to help with the construction, when Chris and Allison started working more closely with the pack and when Chris and Peter started being more close with each other.
Stiles had been in the middle of watching Chris and Peter argue slash make out, sweaty from working on the garage of the new Hale House, when a very breathless and clearly agitated Isaac had come running up to them, smelling of distress and anxiety. All lust and excitement died not just in Stiles but also in Peter when the wolf smelt his pack-mate's scattered emotions. Because regardless of how much Peter tried to deny it, he had actually grown fond of the new Hale Pack and he was relieved to be a part of a pack again.
“What's wrong, pup?” Peter asked tensely, turning away from Chris.
“Kid?” Chris asked concerned, attention also drawn to the boy.
Isaac and Allison had kind of become friends, as the Argents spent more time with the pack, and Isaac had been sneaking into the Argents' apartment more and more, until he kind of stopped leading and Chris had somewhat ended up adopting him. Not officially, but emotionally. Even if both of them would probably deny it; Stiles could tell. And he was proud of them both. Chris was a good dad, and Isaac really, really, really needed one of those. Derek was doing better as Alpha, sure, but he was also a deeply traumatized twenty-one year old and super not fit to raise an equally traumatized teenager.
“They took Allison and Scott,” Isaac forced out once he was a little calmed down.
“What?” Stiles stepped closer, tense, with Lydia right behind him.
The rest of the pack currently present – Jackson and Derek – came from where they were working, concerned looks on their faces too. While the relationship between Jackson and Scott was still that of a rivalry, Jackson did seem to genuinely care about Allison. Plus, he was kind of getting into the whole wolf pack thing, now that he was a proper werewolf. The prissy rich kid even did his own heavy lifting and helping with the construction. Which did prove to be very effective pack-bonding, Stiles had to admit.
“Who is they?” Derek asked, sounding close to his wolf.
The Alpha had worked so hard on bringing this pack together and now that it finally was a proper pack, the idea of losing any of them must be very terrifying for Derek. It was very terrifying for Stiles, and he wasn't even a wolf. But he had only had his dad and Scott for so many years that the fact that he now had other people in his life that he cared about, friends, a pack, it was still kind of messing with him. The thought of anything happening to them after all they'd been through in the past year was absolutely terrifying.
“I don't know,” Isaac looked distressed, confused and frustrated. “They came out of nowhere. There were two of them, a woman and a man. They had... Their eyes were red, Derek.”
“Alphas?” Derek's own eyes widened at that. “And two?”
“I don't know if they were Alphas. They didn't smell like wolf,” Isaac frowned. “Didn't fight like wolves either. And they called us – Scott and me – mutts. They took Allison, I think they only took Scott because he wouldn't back down, but he told me to run, to tell you.”
“You did good, kid,” Chris reassured him, resting a hand in his neck. “You got backup instead of letting yourself get abducted too.”
Stiles ground his teeth together. Red eyes and calling wolves mutts? He had a pretty good guess what they were facing. And he didn't like It one bit. A hand reached out to rest in his neck and when he looked up, it was Peter, not looking at him but still trying to calm him. Which was weird in itself, considering not that many months ago, Stiles had set the man on fire. Now they were in the same pack, fighting side by side. Over the past months since Peter's resurrection, Stiles had worked with him on multiple occasions doing research and he had to admit that he really appreciated the clever wolf and the way Peter could so easily see Stiles' own train of thought and where it was headed. With everyone else, Stiles always had to explain so much of what he was thinking. But Peter just... understood.
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