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Title: A Mischievous Jeep – 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, canon divergence, Paige Lives, Magical Roscoe, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, fluff, m/f
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Side Pairings: Derek/Paige, Boyd/Erica
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Roscoe, Derek Hale, Paige Krasikeva, Eli Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey
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.
A Mischievous Jeep
Stetopher Week 2026
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.
/break\
Stiles was tired. Beyond tired even. Perhaps he should have spent a few less hours on this research binge. Or at least taken a lunch break… or a dinner break. Whatever, it was too late now anyway. He got into his Jeep, intending to drive back to the dorms. Roscoe seemed to have different plans.
“No, no, no,” Stiles groaned as he tried to turn the key again. “Come on, baby girl, don’t die on me in the middle of the night. This is how horror movies start, you know?”
Nothing. She was dead on the road. He gave another frustrated noise and bumped his forehead against the steering wheel before gathering himself and getting out of the car. He popped the hood to try and see what the problem was. Not that he really… knew. Sure, over the years he had fixed her a lot, but his means of fixing was usually an unhealthy amount of duct-tape and not… actually fixing the issue. He had no idea what he was doing here, really. So he did what he always did. Standing bent over her hood, muttering to himself and occasionally trying to tighten something that seemed loose and checking where there could go any more duct-tape. And then it started raining. Because of course it did. It was stupid late, he was tired, hungry, cranky and all alone in the middle of an empty road. Though he supposed alone was better than with shady people. New York wasn’t necessarily the safest city in the world, after all.
“Hey. You need help?”
Stiles yelled in a very high-pitched tone that may only be perceived by dogs. The big, glowering, scary looking guy with the thick eyebrows that were drawn deep in what Stiles could only describe as a murder-scowl winced at the yelp. This was how Stiles was going to get murdered.
“Babe, you could have at least taken an umbrella. And stop scaring people.”
Both Stiles and scary-murder-scowl-guy turned toward the new voice. A woman, maybe a few years older than Stiles, with long dark hair and a kind smile had joined them, holding a large umbrella. Scary-murder-scowl-guy frowned even deeper at that, somehow.
“I’m not scaring him, I offered my help,” he pointed out.
“Dude, you just popped up out of nowhere and keep glaring. You absolutely scared me.”
The woman laughed softly and nudged scary-maybe-not-murder-guy. “Hi, I’m Paige Hale, this is my husband, Derek. We noticed that you have been hunched over your car for at least twenty minutes now so I sent my husband out to offer his help.”
Stiles took her offered hand to shake. “Hi. Stiles. Thanks for the offer, unsure if you can help.”
Both Paige and Derek turned toward the building they had come from and, following their line of sight, Stiles saw the big, neon sign claiming HALE AUTO. Oh. They… owned a car-repair shop.
“Okay, maybe you actually can help,” Stiles blinked doe-eyed. “Yeah. Uhm. Thanks.”
Derek nodded at that and looked way less scary. “I’m getting your car inside.”
“And I’m getting you inside,” Paige tagged on, taking Stiles by the arm. “Come on, I’ll give you a towel and a hot tea, while Derek will get a look. Maybe it’s a quick fix.”
Stiles just nodded, biting his tongue on the quick fix bit. If Derek was a professional mechanic, he may just be the next one in a long line of mechanics Stiles had made cry with his amount of duct-tape inside the car. For now, he let himself be pulled inside and up the stairs by Paige.
/break\
Paige was too good of a soul. Personally, Peter had always thought that she was too sweet for the Hales. Oh, she wasn’t a push-over – she bit back as much as she got and she never took any of their shit. But she was sometimes too trusting and kind. Running out in the rain in the middle of the night to offer a stranger help qualified as that. Which was why Peter had shot Derek a quick glare to make sure that he went with his mate. Not that she couldn’t hold herself in a fight, she was a formidable wolf who had taken to the life and the claws like a fish to water after she had accepted the bite at age fifteen. But Peter knew first hand how tricky and dangerous hunters could be.
“Relax, wolf,” Chris murmured lowly, resting a hand in his husband’s neck.
Peter did lean into his own mate’s touch at that. Trust didn’t come easily to Peter and he preferred not to give strangers the benefit of the doubt. That was how their old pack had burned, after all. Only Peter, Laura, Derek, Paige and Cora had lived and had made their way to New York for a new start. Rebuilding themselves from the ashes. It had taken so long and Peter lived in the constant fear of losing it all. Peter had found love, in Christopher, built a family with Christopher’s daughter Allison. Derek and Paige had welcomed their own pup into the pack five years ago. And Peter had opened himself and his pack to three bitten, packless wolves – Boyd, Erica and Isaac. The Hale Pack was of respectable size now, they trusted each other and loved each other. Losing it was not an option for Peter, he would rather burn the world down than risk that.
“I hear them coming up. Two,” Cora whispered softly. “Paige and someone not Derek.”
Her eyes were sharp as she stared at the door. They should all be asleep, honestly. But Eli had had a nightmare, woke up his parents and over the span of soothing the boy back to sleep, Paige had noticed that there was a car parked in front of their den, with a suspicious figure standing by it. When she told her husband, Derek had the sense to wake his Alpha and soon, the whole pack – sans Eli, who was back asleep again, thankfully enough – had gathered in the living room.
“Okay, just wait by the door for a moment. I’ll get you a towel so you won’t…”
“Drip water all over your home? Yeah. Makes sense. Thank you, again, for even offering.”
Paige smiled as she opened the door and walked into the apartment. She looked at Peter, trying to reassure him, before heading toward the bathroom. Once she was out of the way, Peter had view on the suspicious stranger. Before him, in the doorway of their den, stood… a soaking wet, miserable kitten. The boy standing there was lanky, his dark hair slicked back with rain, the most miserable, sad kitten-eyes possibly were looking ahead into the apartment. Big, brown and beautiful. His clothes, as soaked from the rain as his hair, were clinging to his lithe frame.
“Will someone go and get the kettle started so we can offer our guest tea?” Paige called out.
“Ri—ight. On it,” Isaac hopped off the couch and headed to the kitchen. “Hey, I’m Isaac.”
“Stiles,” the wet kitten offered, startled that there were more people inside. “Okay. There being other people makes it feel less insane on your part to invite a total stranger upstairs. There being so many other people makes it feel more insane on my part to have followed you.”
“Stiles,” Erica squealed and elbowed Isaac out of the way. “What are you doing here?”
The wet kitten now identified as Stiles stared at Erica in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here,” Erica vaguely pointed around the room. “And weird people loitering in front of the building had everyone somewhat anxious and interrupted my sleep.”
Stiles’ face did a row of complicated and fascinating expressions, before he just nodded. Paige returned with the towels, wrapping one around Stiles’ shoulders. Boyd had come to step up to Erica, resting a hand on his mate’s lower back, clearly also knowing this new person. How very peculiar.
“Hey,” Boyd nodded a brief greeting. “We met before.”
“Yeah, big guy, I remember you,” Stiles grinned lopsided. “Good to see you again. So…”
His eyes darted around the room like he was considering how to put his question. Peter was definitely not going to help him with that. He simply leaned against his husband and waited.
“Laura? Would you mind checking on Derek?” Paige requested. “He took Stiles’ car to the shop.”
Laura heaved a long-suffering sigh and got up, shooting Peter a look. “I am putting this as overtime and I expect an incentive pay, boss.”
“Of course, dear niece,” Peter offered an insincere smile and got flipped off for it.
“Intense way to run a business,” Stiles muttered beneath his breath, looking at Boyd. “Oh, wait. Erica said you work at a mechanic’s! ...And you live here too. Blink twice if you are being held against your will here…?”
Boyd snorted and Erica cackled at that. “We’ve been with the Hales for many years. They’re family, this is home. It’s also just practical to be living right upstairs.”
“Short way to work,” Boyd added with a smirk.
Paige heaved a sigh and gently herded Stiles deeper into the apartment. Once the boy was fully inside the living room did Chris get up. He also pulled Peter with him, rather pointedly. Putting on his most charming smile, Peter held out a hand for Stiles to take.
“Peter Hale, co-owner of Hale Auto, owner of the apartment you were just invited into.”
He shot Paige a look at that. She knew exactly how much he hated strangers in his den. Admittedly, it seemed cruel to leave the sad, wet kitten alone outside in the rain. Still, his point stood.
“Chris Hale, excuse my husband’s attitude. He gets grumpy when he doesn’t his full night of beauty sleep,” Chris added with a genuinely charming smile.
A deep frown settled on Stiles’ face as he looked at Peter. “Why does he need beauty sleep? Feels like a hazard if he gets any more pretty.”
Peter blinked and then couldn’t help the laugh. Big kitten eyes got even bigger as Stiles’ cheeks flushed and he sputtered like he was trying to take the words back. The little intruder seemed more amusing than Peter had anticipated, and the fact that two of his Betas knew the boy helped ease Peter’s tension too. He offered the boy a more genuine smile.
“Thank you,” Peter winked. “You, on the other hand, look in dire need of a hot shower.”
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” Stiles shook his head. “I’ll just call an Uber and get going.”
“Nonsense. You can sleep on the couch,” Erica declared before pausing and looking at Peter.
“My nephew and niece surely will have your car fixed by morning,” Peter agreed with a smile. “Take a hot shower and the couch.”
“And the tea I had to make,” Isaac injected with a deadpan, shoving a mug at Stiles. “Here.”
“Uhm, thank you?” Stiles blinked at the boy and then at the tea.
/break\
“I’m pretty sure the car bit me.”
Chris pursed his lips in amusement as he watched his niece glare at the baby-blue Jeep. Laura and Derek had spent an unreasonable amount of time with the Jeep last night. They were still bent over it when Chris went downstairs to check on them, both looking mortified and confused.
“It’s a car, Laura,” Cora rolled her eyes. “It can’t bite.”
“I know the hood was propped up, there is no way it could have closed. But when I commented on the shitty state of… literally everything about this car… the hood snapped shut and caught my fingers,” Laura argued, shooting a glare at the Jeep.
Cora snickered and patted the Jeep’s hood. “Good car.”
Laura flipped her little sister off while Cora headed over to the reception. Chris, Peter, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Laura worked as mechanics, Cora and Erica shared the reception desk and secretary duties and Paige did their books. They were a well-oiled machine, pun intended. He was a dad, he was allowed dad jokes. He missed his girls. Malia and Allison had moved away for college and though they came home regularly, it was still strange to have his daughters not at home. That was what living with wolves did to one; he wanted their family, their pack, together in one den.
“How’s it looking? Will we be able to send Stiles on his way after breakfast?” Chris asked.
“Sure. If we call him an Uber, or sell him a new car,” Laura snorted.
“It can’t be that bad,” Chris frowned and stepped up to the hood.
The Jeep was a beaut, with its bright, baby-blue color, clearly well-loved and taken care of. His facial expression shifted into one of utter horror when Derek popped open the hood.
“W… What is that?” Chris asked mortified.
“Car body-horror,” Laura offered dryly. “That thing is being held together by hopes, prayer and duct-tape. We have been peeling duct-tape off for hours now, trying to assess the damage.”
“Yeah, I… I’m not too optimistic,” Derek admitted with a sigh.
“Okay,” Chris closed the hood of the car. “Come upstairs, breakfast first.”
He herded his niece and nephew upstairs again, shooting Cora a pointed look for already sitting at her computer. She ignored him and took a drink from her coffee. Chris really wished he could get the whole pack to just have a normal breakfast together, but they were all too different personalities to really match that. Admittedly, usually Chris would have already been up for hours, if not for last night’s interruption, so he had slept in some today. Meanwhile, Erica was going to complain about having to wake up early. But since Stiles was her friend, she was going to damn well be awake.
“So—o, what’s the verdict?” Stiles asked as soon as the three entered.
“Your car is evil,” Laura pointed out.
“Your car is…” Derek made a face. “Just how many rolls of duct-tape are in there?”
“When you say ‘rolls of duct-tape in there’, are you referring to rolls he stores in his trunk?” Peter asked with one eyebrow cocked, looking between Derek and Stiles.
“Mechanics are expensive,” Stiles yelped and flushed. “And I’m a broke college student. And I was a broke high school student before that. Duct-tape is my friend.”
Chris sat down very heavily next to his husband and sighed. “We’re going to need more time to assess the actual damage, then. How about, after breakfast, you leave your contacts with Cora at the front desk and we’ll give you a call when we know what we’re working with?”
Stiles gave a very cute pout and deflated until he was laying flat on the table with his face. “I don’t think I can afford you guys. Like, I appreciate the offer, but the broken college student still applies.”
Chris was overcome with a strange sense of affection and protectiveness. “Let us take a look at least. No cost for that. We’ll tell you what the damage is and how much the repairs would be and you can still decide then, okay?”
Stiles tilted his head to look up at Chris and Chris was struck with a sudden understanding for what his husband meant last night about pathetic, stray kittens. That was the look of a very sad kitten who wanted something, Chris remembered that from when he had a cat as a kid.
“I don’t want to be trouble,” Stiles pointed out, then paused. “But I guess Roscoe could use the check-up. She’s a reliable car, you know. I mean, sure, she breaks down, a lot, but she’s old and loyal. I’m sure she will be fine.”
A soft smile spread over Chris’ lips as he looked at the boy. He always had a weak spot for the customers who genuinely loved their cars and Stiles clearly did.
“For now, breakfast,” Boyd declared and started piling pancakes onto Stiles’ plate.
Stiles peeled himself off the table and perked up in delight and within moments, the pack was digging into the hearty meal Boyd had prepared for them all. Even Erica, certified not a morning person, looked happy as she leaned against her mate and ate.
/break\
It took Stiles three visits to the garage to realize the Hales were werewolves. He blamed the fact that he was overwhelmed by the affection and wasn’t thinking clearly. It had been a while since he’d met kindness like that, everything at college was elbows and me-first. But when he heard Laura honestly growling at Roscoe, he knew for sure.
“Sti—iles! Stiles, Stiles, Stiles!”
Stiles had exactly half a second to brace for impact before Eli collided with him, short arms wrapping around him. Derek and Paige’s son was the cutest thing since the invention of cinnamon rolls. He had also been a dead giveaway about the wolf-thing too because the kid did not have total control of his strength yet. Grinning, Stiles lifted Eli up into his arms.
“Hey there,” Stiles laughed a little as Eli wrapped his arms around Stiles’ neck. “Easy with the breakable goods there, Eli! What got you so excited?”
“I finished the castle!” Eli leaned back to stare at Stiles with wide, excited eyes. “Well, uncle Chris helped. Come, you have to look at it! It is so—o big!”
Stiles chuckled and put Eli down so the kid could pull him along to the back door and upstairs. There were two floors above the spacious mechanics’ shop, the first floor contained the living room, a bathroom, the kitchen and the master bedroom with its own private bathroom (or so he had been told. Though he wouldn’t mind seeing the master bedroom and all that belongs to it for himself), the floor above it had been remodeled to essentially be three small apartments that included two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchenette each, one belonging to Paige, Derek and Eli, one to Boyd, Erica and Isaac, and one to Laura and Cora. The pack usually spent their time in the much more spacious downstairs together though, hence the size-difference.
Stiles liked that, the sense of family and community. He missed that. He missed his pack. He missed them so much. Scott was in LA, becoming a vet, Lydia and Danny were at MIT, Kira was in San Francisco (and met a were-coyote there whom she by now finally referred to as her girlfriend, big win), Jackson was in London, Hayden, Liam, Corey and Mason were finishing up high school and would be leaving Beacon Hills soon too. Everyone was so busy with their own lives. Sure, everyone came back home for holidays, but it… it wasn’t the same. Stiles was in New York and he was lonely. He was alone. And seeing the Hale Pack and how close they were filled him with longing.
“Stiles!” Paige smiled as she opened the door. “Ah, did Eli steal you again?”
“I have to show him my castle, mo—om,” Eli whined and pushed past Paige.
She laughed and ruffled his hair in passing before letting Stiles in too. “Roscoe still not done?”
“If you asked your husband, he will tell you that she can’t be saved,” Stiles huffed offended. “Please make him sleep on the couch for that.”
“Absolutely not. Why do I need to get punished for that?” Paige asked with a mischievous grin.
Stiles huffed out a laugh and followed Eli into his bedroom to look at the Lego castle that the kid had been working on for like a week now. Stiles was definitely getting too involved with the pack. But staying the night when Roscoe had first broken down seemed to have been the go ahead for Erica to really get all up in Stiles’ business. She showed up after his classes to pick him up, they met for coffee between classes, even lunch. They’d gone and seen the new Batman movie last week. Sometimes, she would drag Boyd, Isaac, Cora or a combination of those with her.
Stiles suddenly had friends. Friends who were werewolves. This was going to be a problem at one point. Especially since he kept awkwardly hanging out at the pack house, due to Roscoe’s repairs on which he kept checking up on, as well as Erica’s insistence to hang out. It must annoy the Alpha Pair that the Betas kept dragging a stranger to the den, Stiles knew how territorial wolves were, Alphas even more so. Plus the mortifying fact that they must be able to smell Stiles’ low-key turned high-key arousal around them. It wasn’t his fault that both Chris and Peter were certified DILFs and looked hot as hell when they were wearing tank-tops and had grease smeared on them and sweat on their brows as they worked on cars. Seriously, Hale Auto could be making mad money with admission fees for people to just watch them work on their cars.
“Boyd made brownies last night,” Paige said, leaning against the doorway of her son’s bedroom. “You two wanna come downstairs and have some brownies with me?”
Eli sat up so quickly, he nearly fell over. As soon as the boy stood, he grabbed Stiles’ hand and pulled him along hard. So Stiles was apparently having brownies. Not that he minded, Boyd was a master baker, really. Everything he made tasted so good, he was pretty sure he gained ten pounds since meeting the Hale Pack. Which, according to some snarky voices, wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it wasn’t. His college student diet was not the greatest, partially because he often forgot to eat due to too much on his plate and on his mind. At home, he had cooked regularly because he had watched out for his dad. His need to take care of others definitely outweighed his need to take care of himself, he was very much aware of that and did not need Lydia to keep pointing it out.
“Stiles, how nice to see you,” Peter smiled pleased at him.
“Oh, Peter. Great,” Stiles quickly shed his backpack. “I brought you back your book. Thanks.”
“You devour those,” Peter pointed out and he sounded very delighted by it.
Stiles shrugged with a grin. They had a small library, because both Peter and Chris collected books, and Stiles had on more than one occasion by now plundered it and borrowed them. Whenever he returned them he’d start talking to Peter and Chris about it afterward. Neither ever looked annoyed by it, if anything, they listened intently and seemed to enjoy discussing the books with him. It was super not helpful in getting over the physical attraction part, because that was quickly growing into a proper crush. On a happily married couple, who were also the Alpha Mates of a pack of wolves.
“So—o, how is my girl looking?” Stiles asked carefully while munching on a brownie.
After Stiles had first left them, the Hales had checked Roscoe and convinced Stiles that they would be fixing her. He needed his car. And he would never give up on Roscoe. They promised to make a fair payment plan with him. But it had been three weeks now, which made him worried whether they could fix her and also very worried about the price total.
“It’s… a work in progress,” Peter admitted, reaching for another brownie.
“You keep saying that and I’m unsure what it means,” Stiles groaned and collapsed forward.
A heavy hand landed on Stiles’ shoulder. “We’ll figure something out, sugar.”
A shudder wrecked him as Stiles turned to look back at Chris. Blue eyes crinkled with the man’s smile. The silver streaking Chris’ beard made him only even more attractive somehow. The tattoos shown off by his shirt also added to the appeal. How were both Chris and Peter this attractive. It just seemed unfair, even more unfair that such attractiveness was contained within one relationship. Stiles’ mouth went dry when Chris sat down next to Peter and kissed his husband, broad hands landing on Peter’s hips and Peter gravitating over until he sat on Chris’ lap.
“We’re waiting for parts,” Laura offered, throwing a piece of brownie at her uncles. “Stop that. The kitchen is a shared space. Don’t do gross stuff in shared spaces.”
“Gross stuff,” Peter huffed, leaning back from Chris enough to glare at her. “You sound like a kindergartener, Laura. You are a grown woman.”
Stiles grinned a little as he watched them. Yes, he was falling for Chris and Peter in a romantic sense – very bad idea, they were happy, together, did not need the swooning client pining after them – but he was also really loving the whole pack. He loved spending time with them.
/break\
Peter was fascinated by Stiles. As displeased as he had been when Paige had first dragged him in, as glad was Peter about it now. The boy fit so perfectly with their pack and he smelt so delicious whenever he was around Peter and Chris in the garage. He was clever, beautiful and witty. Powerful too, as became more and more apparent over the weeks.
“I really wish he had disclosed that his car is magic when he first brought it in,” Derek sighed.
He closed the hood very gently – Roscoe did not like to be roughed up; she still liked to bite and hit Laura every chance she got for how careless Laura had been with the Jeep that first night. Which, ‘biting’ meant that she liked to close her doors, windows and hood when there was still a finger or hand in between. Peter had scoffed at Laura for calling it biting at first, but the more time he spent with the car, the more he noticed that she did have personality. Filled with mischief and very vindictive, so exactly Peter’s kind of girl.
“I understand not sharing that, he didn’t know we were supernatural back then,” Peter pointed out with a wry smile. “Besides, it made this more of a challenge. More fun.”
The Alpha also prided himself of the trust. For a mage to leave their familiar with another? That Stiles had made that call after spending one night with the Hale Pack. Then again, it was a mutual sign of trust, he supposed. Because as an Alpha, Peter had let the young mage into his den.
“Stop salivating at the thought of Stiles. It’s gross,” Laura requested annoyed.
“He is a delectable little treat,” Peter argued with a smirk.
Arms wrapped around his waist and a chin rested on his neck, Chris’ beard scratching along Peter’s throat and neck. The Alpha hummed pleased and tilted his head, baring his throat to his mate. Oh, Christopher had been charmed just as easily as Peter, much to Peter’s delight.
“Well, gorgeous, how are you feeling about going home to your mage?” Peter asked.
Roscoe flashed her headlights, which Peter decided to take as eagerness. He grinned and patted the Jeep’s hood. He’d worked on a lot of cars over the years since the remands of their pack had moved to New York, but never one quite like Roscoe Stilinski.
“How do we make the boy keep coming over, wolf?” Chris asked, voice rough.
“Here is a very wild idea you won’t like,” Paige chimed in as she walked into the garage. “You could tell him that you like him and invite him on a date.”
She smiled and took her husband’s hand, tugging Derek down into a kiss. Peter loved to see how much Derek softened whenever he was with Paige. The loss of their family had hit them all hard and for Derek, that had meant a lot of brooding and glowering. But Paige, she reminded him of what he didn’t lose and what he had been able to rebuild. What they all had been able to rebuild.
“What would a powerful, young, beautiful mage want with two old men?” Chris asked.
“Do not call me old, Christopher,” Peter warned, baring his fangs. “And don’t sell us too short. I agree that, all things Roscoe considered, the pretty kitten is out of our league, but still.”
Roscoe’s warning lights blinked repeatedly and somehow, Peter felt like he was being reprimanded by a car. He stared at her in surprise when she vroomed to life and very gently bumped his leg.
“I think Roscoe agrees with me,” Paige said with a smug smirk. “Go get your guy. Also because Eli would cry for days if Stiles stopped coming by, I’m fairly sure he’s Eli’s favorite person.”
“I’m his father,” Derek complained with a grumpy glare.
Paige smiled and pecked his cheek. “Yes, and you are no Stiles.”
“What do you say, wolf?” Chris whispered into Peter’s ear. “If our little mage’s familiar is giving us her blessing, should we… really shoot our shot with him?”
Roscoe bumped against Peter’s leg again, more insistently. Well, perhaps they should try.
/break\
Stiles was way too pretty when he smiled like that. It made Chris want to swoop him up and kiss him breathless. The boy sat behind the wheel, having just started the Jeep, staring at Chris and Peter with the brightest smile possible that made his whiskey eyes light up into near gold.
“Holy shit, she has never purred like that before!” Stiles yelped. “Not even when I just got her. Which, I guess isn’t saying too much, considering that she had sat in storage for eight years before that. Since… Since my mom died. And I guess she hadn’t been that fixed up even before.”
His smile dimmed some with grief as he gently stroked her steering wheel. Clearing his throat, Stiles got out of the Jeep again and rounded her, checking under the hood and everything else.
“There is no duct-tape in here,” Stiles whispered amazed. “That’s never looked like that.”
“Yeah, your magic really was the only thing keeping this car running,” Peter chuckled.
Stiles went very still at that and then turned around to stare at them both wide-eyed. “W… What. How do you… I… What.”
“Surely you have long since figured out that we’re wolves,” Peter raised his eyebrows. “And considering you left your magic car with us, it really wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
“What do you mean with magic car?” Stiles frowned confused, looking between them. “I mean, yeah, okay, so I have magic, but Roscoe is just a car.”
Chris frowned deeply and exchanged a look with Peter. “Are you… serious?”
“I got her from my mom,” Stiles shrugged. “That was years before I ever discovered my Spark.”
“A Spark,” Peter’s voice got dark and his eyes flashed red, causing Stiles to blush.
“Oh, I knew that but seeing it is way more intense,” Stiles muttered embarrassed.
“Be that as it may,” Chris cleared his throat and hot his husband a glare. “I’ve met a lot of magic users in my years and Roscoe? Roscoe is your familiar. If she were a regular car, she… would not have been running at all, for a long time. Duct-tape does not actually fix things, my guess is that whenever you duct-taped her, you poured your magic and intention into it, fixing her with that.”
“...Oh,” Stiles blinked and stared at his Jeep. “That… has never occurred to me but actually makes a lot of sense. Aside from how often she breaks down? Like, if she is my familiar, why would she be breaking down at all?”
“She has… character,” Peter offered amused. “I assume she did it on purpose.”
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the Jeep. “Did you strand me here because you were trying to make me make friends? You knew that Erica lived here, didn’t you? You did that on purpose.”
Her headlights flashed twice and then her door opened, pushing against Stiles and shoving him at Chris and Peter. Yes, Chris was fairly sure they really did have the car’s blessing. With a smile did Chris catch Stiles before the boy could stumble, bringing him close against his chest.
“I think your familiar wants you to make more than just friends, sugar.”
Stiles felt good up against him like that, the boy’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were pinking up. “I… what? I’m still reeling from the fact that my car of five years has been magic this whole time so I think I need you to use more words than that.”
“We would like to court you, sweetheart,” Peter said as he stepped up behind Stiles.
He rested his hands on Stiles’ waist, effectively trapping the Spark between them, with Chris still a solid line in front of him. Reaching up, Chris cupped Stiles’ face to tilt his head. Those pink lips were very tempting and Chris had thought about kissing them a lot.
“Wh… For real?” Stiles asked stunned.
“You’re lovely, in a wicked way, sugar,” Chris smirked against Stiles’ lips. “It’s hard not to want you. But even if you don’t want us back, we hope you’ll keep sticking around, because our pack has grown very fond of you. You’d be missed, by all of us.”
Stiles darted forward and pressed just a gentle kiss against Chris’ lips. “Yeah. Okay. Sure. Being courted by two hot Alphas. I’ll not survive that, for sure.”
“We’ll go easy on you, kitten,” Peter whispered darkly. “But not too easy.”
Stiles yelped when Peter bit his neck. It was a playful and gentle nip, but enough to leave the Spark panting. Oh, they were definitely going to have fun with that boy. Stiles turned a little to glare at Peter, but instead of a complaint, Stiles gave the wolf a kiss.
“You are impossible,” Stiles whispered against Peter’s lips.
“What can I say, when I see something I like, I rather not give it up again.”
Peter wrapped his arms tightly around Stiles’ waist to pull him up against himself. Chris was quick to step up to them and press against the boy’s back, burying his face in Stiles’ neck to kiss. Peter kissed Stiles again, deeper this time, until the boy melted in their arms – and Roscoe smacked Chris in the back with her door. It seemed Laura was no longer the only one bothered by PDA.
“Let’s move this upstairs,” Chris suggested amused, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ cheek.
~*~ The End ~*~