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Title: Twisted Truths – Stetopher Week 2026
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn’t Leave, Spark Stiles, magic
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Scott McCall, Allison Argent
Prompts: Fae/Fairies + Preserve
Summary: When the pack deals with a Seelie problem, Stiles gets hit with a truth spell that forces him to not just tell the truth but speak his true feelings and thoughts.
Twisted Truths
Stetopher Week 2026
The plan had been simple, which was why Stiles had known it was going to fail. That and because it solely hinged on him. He was still so new to being Emissary – he’d spent the summer training for it, but only based on books from the Hale Vault and Peter’s guidance based on how Peter’s mom had done the job back in the day. Usually, an Emissary would apprentice under the former Emissary (and there was no way in hell that Stiles going to learn from Deaton). So he felt somewhat ill-equipped, on top of still being very new to the position and this being his first mission in his capacity as Emissary.
A Seelie Court – the summer court – had invaded the preserve and was causing mischief all around. As Derek’s Emissary, Stiles was representing the pack. That, and also because of his silver-tongue, as Peter had put it so proudly. This whole thing was still kind of weird to Stiles, but after the basement, after the pack had nearly fallen apart, Derek had stepped up his game and the Hale Pack had spent the summer bonding and structuring itself. Peter took over the role of Derek’s Left Hand, a role he had played in the old Hale Pack already, and somehow Chris Argent had become Derek’s Right Hand, after the two remaining Argents had decided to stay in Beacon Hills and ally themselves with the Hale Pack. So Stiles had spent a lot of time with, and working with, Peter and Chris lately, as Derek’s circle of advisers. Which was to say that Stiles knew Peter well enough at this point to know the comment about his silver-tongue wasn’t mockery but a genuine compliment.
So the Hale Pack headed out into the preserve and ventured into the Seelie Court. And things went… not as smoothly as Stiles had hoped. The Seelie Queen seemed mostly amused by Stiles’ attempts at diplomacy before she performed some kind of magic on him.
“Stiles! Dude, are you okay?” Scott asked with big, worried puppy-dog eyes.
Scott and Allison caught Stiles from either side when he stumbled backward after being hit by the magic. He blinked, a little dizzy, and watched how Derek, Chris and Peter immediately stepped right in front of Stiles, forming a protective wall between the Emissary and the Seelie Queen. The other wolves fanned out on either side of them – Boyd and Isaac to Chris’ right, Erica and Jackson to Peter’s left, Derek as their Alpha stood front and center.
“Stiles?” Allison asked, with some more urgency. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Stiles’ mouth replied faster than his brain could prepare an answer. “I haven’t been okay since I was like seven.”
Stiles’ eyes widened in surprise at his own words and the rest of the pack paused in confusion too. “I didn’t mean to say that! I meant to say that I’m okay, because I hate worrying people, but I’m actually really freaked out right now and closer to a panic-attack than I’m comfortable with.”
Somehow, Stiles’ eyes widened even more and he clasped a hand over his mouth to physically stop the word-vomit. He would never say any of that out loud! His gaze settled on the laughing Seelie Queen, just as he heard the low, threatening growl come from both Derek and Peter.
“What did you do to him?” Derek asked, all Alpha authority and protectiveness.
“I love when you get all protective Alpha, because you spent so much time growling at me and threatening me that it’s just nice to see that you actually do care and I’m not just the puny, annoying human you can’t get rid of,” Stiles said, without wanting to.
“His tongue is sharp,” the Seelie Queen smiled, her eyes were cold as she gazed at Stiles. “I thought it would be fun to dull it some. No more lies from this one.”
“I don’t lie,” Stiles argued with a frown. “I just give enough information for it to still be a truthful statement even while omitting certain elements.”
Damn it. His frown deepened at that. The Seelie Queen looked both evil and highly amused.
“No more twisted truths either, little Spark,” the Seelie Queen chuckled. “See it as payment. You want me to move my court away from your home, you have to entertain me. Don’t worry, the spell will fade on its own within four days time.”
“What,” Jackson asked somewhat flat and surprised at the same time. “Just like that?”
“Shut up, don’t make the scary lady change her mind,” Erica hissed, elbowing him.
“Just like that, young wolf,” the Seelie Queen aimed a smile at Jackson before she turned back to Stiles. “I’m not fool enough to provoke a Spark… too much.”
And with a wave of her hand did the entire Seelie Court fade away around them, leaving the Hale Pack in the middle of the preserve. Stiles blinked, confused and stunned. He knew the fae loved to cause mischief, but why did he have to be the victim in this.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” Isaac pointed out with a shrug. “We didn’t even have to fight anyone and Stiles will be fine in a few days.”
“And Stiles will be forced to tell the truth for that long,” Stiles corrected him with gritted teeth. “That’s the opposite of fine, how the fuck am I supposed to get through a single day that way. Dad still doesn’t know about werewolves, because I’m so afraid of his reaction I don’t think I could handle it if he doesn’t believe me or try to tell me to stay out of this, and what if I spill anything important and supernatural at school because, I don’t know, someone asks me what I did this weekend ‘oh, not much, just got cursed by the Seelie Queen’. Not to mention all the things I don’t want people to know.”
His fingers clawed into his pants as he glared at the ground. This was the opposite of fine. This was a fucking disaster. He couldn’t live like this, constantly telling the truth – and so explicitly telling the truth, providing additional information to form a full, proper answer. There were too many truths he was deliberately hiding, burying deep.
“I’ll talk to your father,” Chris offered in that gentle, warm voice of his. “Tell him that you and Allison have a partner project due next week and since he has a lot of night shifts this week, I offered that you could just stay with us this weekend.”
“You remember about dad’s night shifts?” Stiles asked surprised.
“Of course,” Chris furrowed his brows at that. “You were worried that he’s working too hard.”
“I’m always worried that he’s working too hard, or that something could happen on the job, since it’s a dangerous job, and I can’t lose another parent, I can’t go through that again.”
Stiles squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, his hands balled to fists at his side. A firm, calloused hand rested in his neck, giving it a gentle squeeze and Stiles relaxed into that, allowing Chris to comfort him.
“Okay,” Boyd cleared his throat. “Let’s get out of here, I think Stiles will appreciate not being surrounded by too many people who could make him talk.”
“Thank you,” Stiles shot Boyd a look. “I’m really glad we’re friends now, because you are big and calm and more quiet and it just evens out really well, like, I always feel like you’re listening. I wish we hadn’t gotten to bond through being tortured by Chris’ evil father, but I’m still glad that coming out of this experience together made you and Erica stay.”
Stiles made a face at that and tilted his head back into his neck. He hated talking about his feelings. Why did this not only make him unable to tell lies but actually opened up the floodgates of emotions and deep inner thoughts? This was cruel. Potentially worse than evil grandpa’s torture basement, because Stiles had crafted this construct of lies and half-truths around himself for years now. It was his protection, his armor, and now it was being stripped away.
“I’m glad we’re friends too, Stiles,” Boyd offered after a moment of silence, running a hand down Stiles’ arm to scent-mark him. “I never had a best friend before.”
Stiles’ eyes widened in surprise at that and he was too floored to speak, not even any truths. He didn’t like talking about his feelings partially because his fear of rejection outweighed any potential good outcome. And considering the way this pack had been thrown together, a part of him still thought most of them just endured him. Was stuck with him.
“Let’s get you out of here,” Allison rested a gentle hand on Stiles’ back to steer him.
/break\
Chris was busying himself by making the bed in the empty guest room in the penthouse but he kept an ear out for the living room. A lot had changed over the past months, since that night he had gotten Stiles, Boyd and Erica out of the basement. Seeing Stiles, human and bloodied but still defiant and protective, had been a shock. Chris had ignored the way his father had bent the code for a long time, but there was no denying the damage done to a human here. But even seeing Boyd and Erica, who were just two scared and hurt kids, had shifted something in Chris.
Chris and Allison sat down and talked, for a very long time, before coming to the agreement that a debt was owed to the Hale Pack. So they offered an alliance and somehow, over the weeks leading up to summer, that alliance became more. Chris’ wisdom and experience became advise that Derek relied on, until Chris officially took the title of Right Hand. At the same time, Chris and Peter rekindled something that once was. It was different than when they were teenagers, of course. More mature, more hardened by life and loss, but that also made it all the more special.
And then there was Stiles. Brave, fierce little firecracker. All the qualities of a hunter – and a wolf, as Peter liked to point out. Where rekindling with Peter was falling back into a known comfort, falling for Stiles had come suddenly and overwhelming. The more the three of them worked together as Derek’s council, the better Chris got to know Stiles, the more he appreciated the boy. He was smart beyond his years and a smartass the same way that Chris had already found appealing in Peter, back when they had been Stiles’ age. So when Chris saw Stiles’ frustration after the Seelie Court moved on, every instinct in Chris wanted him to take the boy home with him.
However, ‘home’ had changed in recent months. After Chris and Peter got together again – well, after they’d fallen in bed half a dozen times and had to admit to themselves that ‘one time thing’ no longer applied – Chris and Allison had ended up moving in with Peter. They needed to get out of that house, haunted with ghosts and memories. It had been… weird, at first. But it worked.
“Are you fee…” Allison trailed off and paused. “I hope you’re feeling better.”
Chris smiled at the considerate way his daughter had changed her question into a statement. They’d all seen how much Stiles was struggling with his current situation. Chris smoothed the blanket out and once pleased with his work, he went to the living room where a frustrated Stiles was sitting on the couch, right next to Allison. Peter was in the kitchen, clattering about.
“I appreciate you not asking but it’s not like this spell just makes me answer questions truthfully, it makes me talk truthfully. And with bonus content, like I can’t filter out my emotions,” Stiles sighed. “So no, not really feeling better. A little better that I’m not surrounded by the pack anymore because I’m not gonna spill any embarrassing or weird things in front of the whole group.”
There was a beat of silence, then Allison was hugging Stiles. “You want me to leave?”
“This is your home, I mean it’s still super weird that you are living with Peter – and weird from both sides, to be quite frank – but I’m not gonna make you leave your home.”
Allison couldn’t help the small laugh. “Yeah, I’ll admit, I was not a fan when dad moved us here at first. But Peter is… Since his resurrection, he’s been better. More put together. It’s… nice. But I mean it, Stiles. If it’d be more comfortable for you to be among less people, I can spend the weekend at Lydia’s. It’s not a problem.”
“I would love to not spend all weekend telling you about how hot your dad is,” Stiles agreed.
His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. But so did Chris’ as he cleared his throat and turned away from the two teenagers. At least Allison took it lightly as she started laughing brightly.
“Stiles, you know how often Lydia told me that?” Allison heaved a long-suffering sigh. “My friends live to torment me with this. But it’s fine. It’s okay. I can live with it.”
Stiles ducked his head and grinned just a little at Allison. “I’m really glad we’re friends.”
There was so much sincerity in his voice that Allison pulled him into a tight hug. “Me too.”
Stiles gave a stilted nod and watched as Allison got up and went to her bedroom. It was Wednesday evening now and Chris was glad that he had spent enough time working with the sheriff station at this point to gain enough trust for Noah to leave Stiles in his care, even during the week. He felt bad about deceiving the man, but seeing Stiles so upset and distraught, all Chris wanted was to protect him. If protecting him resulted in taking Stiles home to keep him for a couple nights, so be it.
“Do your homework, don’t stay up too late and… don’t live off of pizza the whole time,” Chris instructed his daughter as he pulled her into a hug once she’d packed up.
“Lydia is way too focused on keeping her weight to eat pizza for four days,” Allison laughed softly.
Chris smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He watched her leave before he went to sit with Stiles. The boy collapsed backward onto the couch with a groan, looking highly frustrated.
“Is there anything we can do to make this easier for you?” Chris asked gently.
Stiles humpfed at that and shot him a glare. “Yeah, you can make it stop.”
“I’m afraid that’s outside of our capabilities,” Peter pointed out amused, sticking his head into the living room. “I made you some sandwiches. Eat up, sweetheart.”
“I love when you use petnames on me, even if you mean them sarcastically to mock me,” Stiles said before he quickly grabbed a sandwich and shoved it into his mouth near fully.
/break\
Peter’s eyes softened as he looked at the embarrassed, flustered boy. So that was why Stiles let Peter get away with the petnames? Because he thought Peter was making fun of him? With a heavy sigh did Peter sit down Stiles, watching the boy eat for a few moments.
“I’m not being sarcastic and I’m certainly not mocking you, darling.”
“Right,” Stiles cleared his throat once he finally swallowed. “Look, you don’t need to be nice to me just because I can’t lie. It’s fine. I’d just appreciate if you could ignore whatever embarrassing, stupid things I say, because I’m unsure how I could keep working with you or just looking at you otherwise, if I keep saying stupid shit like that and have you try to be nice about it.”
Stiles grabbed another sandwich and glared while stuffing his face. Peter turned to exchange a look with Chris, who seemed as sad as Peter. Peter opened his mouth, intent to ask why their boy struggled that much with accepting that people could be nice to him, but before Peter had a chance to ask did Chris pull the wolf into a kiss. Effectively silencing him, clearly meant to stop him from asking invasive questions. Peter would love to take advantage of this rare opportunity. Sure, it’d be wrong, but he was dying to hear what Stiles was really thinking about him. For months now, Peter had been working so hard to redeem himself, to align himself with Stiles and earn the boy’s favor. They worked together, and worked together well, but if that meant that Stiles really liked him?
“That has no right to be as hot as it is. Like you two aren’t hot enough individually, but then you had to go and get together and be not just ridiculously hot like that but also so happy with each other and soft in a way I didn’t think either of you were capable of being and I kind of hate it because it makes me so jealous, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel that much longing.”
The kiss between Chris and Peter broke so they both could turn to look at Stiles in surprise. The Spark gave another frustrated groan, hiding his face behind his hands.
“I changed my mind, I think being at home and risking exposing the supernatural to dad would be less horrifying than the chances of me blurting out how madly in love I am with you.”
Stiles sucked in a breath, his eyes wide and truly terrified as the words left his mouth. Peter shot Chris a surprised look, but the hunter seemed to not have seen that one coming either. And here Peter was, worried that Stiles prioritized the pack’s safety over his own comfort, putting up with Peter. The wolf’s eyes flashed with want as he turned toward that mesmerizing boy.
“Please don’t kill me for it,” Stiles blurted out, looking like a sad kicked kitten as he stared at Peter. “I know you guys are happy with each other and you’re good for each other and I’m just some annoying kid you’re stuck working with because your nephew just keeps collecting traumatized teenagers like we’re Pokémon and it’s not like I meant to fall in love with you, I mean, I helped kill you! You weren’t supposed to be this charming, suave, funny, sarcastic asshole, I wasn’t supposed to have so much fun bantering with you because you can just meet me quip for quip and it’s just so hot when you scheme and are being the smartest person in the room, aside from me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Peter’s voice dropped to a purr as he crowded the boy against the couch. “I can’t put into words just how much I want to kiss you right now. Can I kiss you?”
“No,” Stiles’ eyes were wide and darted toward Chris. “You have a whole silver fox boyfriend sitting literally right there! What the hell, Creeperwolf. Don’t be cruel and play with my emotions, but doing it in front of Chris is just—”
“I don’t mind, baby,” Chris interjected with a fond smile on his lips.
Something strange and overwhelming happened with Stiles’ scent that left Peter dizzy. “Don’t call me that to make fun of me, Chris. And don’t say things like that. Why are you doing this.”
“Because I’d love to see you two kiss,” Chris reached out to cup Stiles’ cheek. “And because I’d like to kiss you too, baby. I wanted to take you home with us today to make you feel safe, to protect you as best as we can from something that’s not a physical attack.”
“...Why?” Stiles asked in a surprisingly small voice.
“Because you are incredibly special, sweetheart,” Peter answered, tilting his head and very slowly leaning in. “I’ve wanted you since I took you from that lacrosse field and letting you go after was one of the hardest thing. My wolf just wanted to sink his fangs in. Claim you. Keep you. Since I came back, I’ve done everything to make you see me as an equal, not an enemy. To gain your trust.”
“Oh,” Stiles’ voice pitched a little and his heart started racing.
His eyes darted over to Chris, clearly unsure. “I wanted to protect you since I got you out of that basement. I know you’re getting good with your magic, you don’t need to be protected, but I still want to. Because I want you. So, the kissing Peter proposed…”
Peter grinned wolfishly and waited, letting the boy meet him. Stiles hesitated for just a second before darting forward and kissing Peter deep and desperate. But not for long, before he pushed off to instead grab Chris and also pull the hunter into a kiss. Peter smiled as he watched them.
“Oh, I can’t wait to spend the weekend coaxing truths out of you, sweetheart,” Peter whispered.
~*~ The End ~*~