I see Derek Hale raised by his uncles Peter and Chris celebrating after being told that Derek and Stiles are engaged. Stiles filming the whole thing of course.
When hitman Stiles Stilinski is hired to take down Derek Hale for a handsome payment, he doesn’t hesitate to accept. However, it turns out there’s something more handsome than the payment, and that’s Derek himself. Before long, the lines between professional and personal life blur and Stiles finds himself unwilling to go through with the hit. He surrenders to the target, and reveals he was hired by anti-werewolf advocate Gerard Argent. Eventually, the pair team up to take Argent down, and Stiles soon realizes that when he surrendered to Derek, there was a chance he surrendered his heart to Derek too.
“I know my line of work is… morally ambiguous,” Stiles says, “but usually I’m after criminal masterminds. Guys who hurt little kids. Asshole politicians, people like Gerard. I’m not a hunter Derek, and I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think I ever could.”
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, Stiles thinks to himself as his gaze darts between the giant wolves surrounding them. He can feel the heat of their bodies like a physical presence as they close in, the sound of their fast-pumping hearts annoyingly loud in him sensitive ears. They smell of fresh kill, but it wasn’t human.
Lydia’s grip tightens around him to the point where it would’ve hurt if he was a fragile human boy. As it is, he stands solid on his good leg while trying to come up with a plan how to fight off six freaking werewolves when his other leg hasn’t had the time to heal.
Another hour and the gray slick-looking one would’ve been dead already.
The black wolf right in front of them steps out of the formation, growling deeply through its bared teeth. Stiles lowers his chin and snarls, extending his own fangs despite knowing a fight would kill him. The blood on his lips is dry and so are his insides: he needs to feed, or his leg will never heal enough to run. But even then: they’ll never be able to outrun a pack this big.
He wants to tell his sister that it’ll be okay, that they’ll be safe soon, but he can’t lie. He can only glare at the beast before him, waiting for it to leap and snap its jaws at their jugulars. But the wolf doesn’t attack; it fixes its stare on Stiles and lets its eyes light up in a bright color.
Driving home we passed the Silver Wolf Ranch in Texas and all I can think is–after the Wild Hunt Peter leaves Beacon Hills. He takes Chris because if anyone else deserves to get the fuck out of Beacon Hills, it’s Chris.
They don’t really talk about what they’re doing or where they’re going. Sometimes, they talk about what they wanted, before Gerard Argent and his mindless hate destroyed both their lives.
Chris laughs himself sick when Peter admits he wanted to be a cowboy, and Peter realizes its the first time he’s ever heard him laugh.
They find the ranch for sale a few months after they leave California, on one of those days where they drive with no destination in mind. Chris sees it and pulls over and as they stare at the dilapidated barn and overgrown grass, at the live oaks and beautiful sprawling house, they both know–this is what they’ve been looking for.
Neither mentions how odd it is to buy a fucking ranch together, or that this thing they’re doing has suddenly taken on a terrifying sort of permanence.
But then, they don’t talk about the way Peter scent marks Chris, either. They don’t talk about Chris slipping into Peter’s bed, when one of them have a nightmare. They don’t talk about the way arousal simmers between them, deepening as they spend more and more time together.
Chris doesn’t think they need to talk.
Peter has millions, money Stiles badgered his hacker friend into helping Peter retrieve, and he happily sinks it into the ranch, and soon horses and cows spot their green fields. Chris builds an armory in one of the barns and he occassionally will teach a hunter passing through, but always he teaches Allison’s code.
Peter can run, here, shifted, and under the bright moon and Chris’ brighter gaze. He’s happier here and he doesn’t have as many nightmares now and the day Chris hangs the sign, Silver Wof Ranch, at the end of the drive, he knows this is home.
Stiles laughs so hard he can’t breath when he sees it. Derek rolls his eyes and says they’re the most obvious people on earth. Chris shrugs and kisses Peter’s temple and goes back to feeding the horses.
Peter, after he blinks through the shock, shoves Chris into the stall door and kisses him properly, deep and filthy, druggingly slow until Chris is hard and rolling against his thigh in the most distracting way and Stiles is complaining about exhibitionism.
They’re happy. And sometimes, the lost and traumatized supernatural will stumble up to their front door and Peter will roll his eyes before shoving them into the bunkhouse. Chris thinks its adorable, and he loves Peter for giving them a safe space.
Because that’s what it is. It’s a safe space, and they have each other, and that’s all either of them want.
I love the idea that Peter and Chris provide a safe space for traumatized and hurt supernaturals. They probably get a reputation and soon enough packs and other supernatural creatures send their traumatized friends/family/pack to Chris and Peter because they are known to help and are safe to be around.
YES! this!!
The first time it intentionally happens, Stiles calls and is like, hey we’ve got an orphaned kitsune. And Peter kinda grumbles because he still thinks he’s fierce and scary, but Stiles ignores him–he’s married to Derek, he knows better–and a few days later, a scared little girl shows up at the ranch.
Peter spoils her rotten and it takes time, but when she eventually leaves them, a year later, she’s thriving.
And it just. Keeps. Happening.
About two years in, an alpha calls and asks if the ranch will host two packs, meeting to renew alliances. Peter has Stiles ward the place to hell and back and gets all their vulnerable guests to the north end of the property, but he agrees.
And that’s how they end up the go-to neutral ground for interpack meetings. No one, even alphas are willing to cross Peter on his own territory and Chris might be retired but he has a lot to protect these days.
So how long does it take before someone finds a recently orphaned supernatural pup and sends them to Chris and Peter to heal and get better?
Because I can just see who that one pup won’t ever leave again, it’s a big ranch, there’s lots to do, and let’s be real here, Peter and Chris would never just kick someone out.
So the pup stays and grows and once that word gets out, Chris and Peter are also treated like a supernatural orphanage, except no one feels like they are at an orphanage, because Chris and Peter know all the birthdays and fuss like mothers and cuddle and care for all of their strange children.
Her name is Lulu. She’s a three year old born wolf with a massive head of black curls and a shy smile that they don’t see for almost six months. Her parents were killed by hunters and Chris isn’t sure who is holding who back when Peter and he first hear about it.
Later he’ll realize it’s Lulu.
Stiles and Derek bring her to them, a middle of the night drive with Derek curled in the back seat with her shaking in his arms. Peter tells them to be careful because Peter and Chris might have to stay with Lulu, but Derek and Stiles don’t.
She’s like a little ghost at first, never talking and moving silently from room to room. She stays close to Peter and Chris though–they smell like pack, maybe not her pack but pack nonetheless.
Peter holds her through her nightmares and Chris makes her chicken nuggets and kisses her skinned knee, even as it heals before her tears dry up.
And sometimes, Peter holds Chris as he cries because he loves Lulu, he does, but god he misses his baby. Peter holds him and kisses away his tears and promises that Allison wouldn’t hate him for loving another little girl.
She rides in front of Peter on his big horse, and trots behind Chris while he rounds up the sheep, and the first time they hear her giggle is when Brutus, the mutt that Chris brought home, licks her chin.
She never leaves. The first time she calls Peter ‘daddy’ he knows she never will.
They get more, and some they keep, like Lulu. Some go to family they find. A little werejaguar ends up with Stiles and Derek.
When characters A and B are facing some danger and character A puts out an arm to protect character B
Good variations:
-Character B doesn’t realize the danger until character A puts out his or her arm -Character A isn’t the larger or stronger character but still takes responsibility for character B’s safety -Character A doesn’t stand a chance against the danger -Character A continues talking like there isn’t anything wrong while standing between character B and the threat -Character A doesn’t get along with character B and/or vice versa -The danger is comically minor -Character A has seemed helpless or bumbling but is now revealing inner depths and hidden strength
I need more Laura Hale OK? Not fanon!Laura who’s so bossy she gets on my nerve almost every time I read a fic with her in it, holy fuck.
Nope, what I need is a sweet!Laura Hale, who’s a little shy when she meets new people but that doesn’t mean she’s an introvert like her younger siblings, just that it takes a while for her to warm up around strangers . (It never takes long though because Laura lives for making new friends and it’s so easy to get captivated with their stories because people are so interesting omg!)
Laura, who’s laugh is the most contagious in the room, loud and boisterous and just so happy all the time that most people can’t believe that she’s Derek and Cora’s older sister. (Scott takes a double take when he first meet Laura because wow a smiling Hale.) Laura who is only five years old when Talia comes home with a baby!Derek and is immediately in love with his squishy red face. She dotes on him, lets him play with her toys and crayons and sings him a lullaby when baby!Derek can’t sleep. She does the same thing to Cora too when Cora is born, but ends up still mothering her brother more even as they grow up. “I’m not Derek, Laura. I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” Cora rebuffs her once, face pale and sweaty as she glares at her older sister from beneath her comforters. Laura smiles, hands her sister a bowl of soup. “OK.”
Give me shopaholic! Laura, so in love with every new trend and loves to drag Derek shopping with her. Derek who is a stingy butt and nearly cries when he looks at his older sisters resit, muttering about debts and loans and I’ll be dragged into it too won’t I? But who is he kidding? He loves spending time with Laura, she’s fucking hilarious alright.
Laura Hale who pulls Stiles into a tight hug when Derek finally brings him to dinner, not threatening to dump his body somewhere else because that is fucking rude ok? That shouldn’t be anyone’s first impression when they’re meeting someone important in their significant others life. (the dinner goes splendid; she and Stiles gets along so well, Derek is almost jealous.)
Laura who can’t cook for shit and wriggles herself to Cora’s side, eyes wide and begging because she’s really hungry and her lil sister makes the best lasagna oh pwetty please Coraline-chan??? (Cora groans and pushes her sisters face away, eyes crinkling at the corner in fond amusement. She’s a lot like Derek that way, they’re always keeping their emotions to themselves god knows why)
Patient! Laura, never pushing anyone she loves to do something they’re not ready to do and simply giving them a shoulder to cry on or cuddle fest. Because she loves them OK? She’ll die protecting them.
Just…Laura Hale is so much more than the angry bossy stubborn character that fandom is so obsessed with alright? I just need Derek and Cora’s sister to be gentle and caring and just a big sister that’s it.
Being able to sleep in almost any situation or position
Irresistible urge to chase squirrels and rabbits
Hating the vacuum cleaner
Wanting to do everything with friends
Loudly and repeatedly announcing to housemates that someone is at the door
Long, shouted conversations to other werewolves across the neighborhood (bonus points at 2am)
Taking advantage of any and all free food
Werewolf-vampire solidarity
Fighting any animal that trespasses into the backyard
Boundless energy
Too much energy
Eating out of the trash if it smells tasty
Being bad at sports because you don’t want to let anyone else take the ball from you. Then destroying the ball in front of everyone because you want to make a point
Trying to fight things 10x your size like a fucking idiot
Being unable to hold a grudge for more than a few hours
Trying to make people feel bad for you over mundane things that aren’t actually that bad. And somehow succeeding.
Snoring
Needing to try a bit of your friends’ food, even if you’ve tried it 5645674 times before and have never once liked it
Getting way too friendly with random strangers
Being in a love-hate relationship with water
Digging. For no reason.
Thinking you’re a badass despite being a hyperactive ball of emotions and hedonism
Loud sobbing while pressing yourself up against the sliding glass door at your friends who locked you out because they were tired of your bullshit and wanted some goddamn peace and quiet
A soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do.
Like, so many people with their right palms all black, waiting for that one handshake.
People who have black knuckles who are scared for years that they end up punching their soulmate or something and end up coming home with their knuckles turned all shades of red and blue and purple without them noticing because sometimes your hands just brush together.
Someone having a very visible black palm on their cheek that they try to cover up because people will just know they will be slapped one day.
Just
consider the possibilities.
a handprint on your upper arm that bursts into colors during a fight you’re having with a close friend because you tried to walk away and they grabbed you–you never noticed that you never touched them until right now
twin handprints on your chest because your soulmate happens to be the paramedic who steps in to give you chest compressions that one time you almost died
a handprint on your palm but it’s not upside down like a handshake would be, you’re puzzled until you give someone a high five and the colors appear
someone you just met brushes a leaf off your shirt–RIGHT WHERE YOUR HANDPRINT IS YOU ALWAYS WONDERED WHY IT WAS ON YOUR PEC
I actually love this one a lot
Someone who is born with no mark at all–what a tragedy! But one day, a dear friend offers to braid their hair. They’re not even half done before they gasp and let it drop–their black palms and fingers are afire with color–
–and so is the half-done plait, bright against solid black hair.
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