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Teen Wolf || Stetopher || The Helpful, Hot Neighbors || Stetopher || Teen Wolf
Title: The Helpful, Hot Neighbors – 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, post-Nogitsune, Spark Stiles, hurt/comfort, fluff
Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Kira Yukimura
Prompts: Storm + Lake
Summary: Stiles and Kira move to Silver Lake for college and their new neighbors lend them a hand during the move. When a big storm hits the town, Stiles seeks shelter with them.
The Helpful, Hot Neighbors
Stetopher Week 2026
“This is going to be great,” Stiles declared with unsettling optimism. “A fresh start. Just you, me, college. New town, new people, new… New everything.”
He was smiling broadly and it was only half-forced, because he actually did mean every word. High school had been hell – more literal than it should be. Between hunters, Darachs, Alphas, a possession and just so much other bullshit, hell may actually be a walk in the park for them at this point. Stiles and Kira had both signed up for Silver Lake University and decided to move in together there, get a fresh start together. Build something new, maybe find a new pack.
Things in Beacon Hills had cracked and fallen apart for them both, Scott had shown them both that he didn’t trust them when Kira lost control of her fox and he didn’t tell her and when Scott chose to believe Theo over Stiles about Donovan’s death. Kira had left Beacon Hills to learn to control her fox. Stiles… Well, Stiles made due, as he always did. Powered through, grit his teeth.
But now he was graduated and could leave it all behind. Not too far behind, mind you. Silver Lake was still in Beacon County and Stiles would be in Beacon Hills in two hours if needed by his dad or the pups, who still went to high school. Scott, Lydia, Ethan and Danny had all left for college, moving to different towns, different states. The McCall Pack had essentially come apart, even though that was the one thing Stiles had been scared of, that Stiles had worried about during the summer before senior year, tried to tell Scott, to plan for them all to stick together.
Now it didn’t matter anymore, he supposed. He’d left the pack when he saw his Alpha didn’t believe him and as painful as the following few months leading up to graduation had been, things would be different now. Fresh start. Maybe even a new pack; Stiles knew there was a pack in Silver Lake and he hoped the Alpha would not just be accepting of Stiles and Kira but also provide Liam and Hayden with what they needed not go feral while Scott was off at college.
“I’m dead,” Stiles groaned and sank down next to the Jeep.
“Stiles, we only carried like three boxes in,” Kira pointed out amused.
“Heavy boxes! Filled with precious books!” Stiles argued, gesturing widely.
“We have… a whole trailer full of stuff, including furniture,” Kira pointed at the trailer.
The house they were renting came with basic furniture but there were some things they had brought themselves. Stiles groaned at the thought of having to carry all of that, tilting his head back.
“Changed my mind. We’re good, we don’t need anything else.”
“Stiles,” Kira giggled a little. “Your bed is in there.”
“Mh. Problem for future Stiles. Present Stiles is fine sleeping right here, on the sidewalk.”
“Hello there, new neighbors. You look like you could… use a hand.”
Stiles cracked one eye open and then stared in surprise, gaping just a little because the two men in front of him looked like they had stepped out of one of his fantasies. A gorgeous man with a teasing smirk and a goatee, wearing a v-neck that was just obscenely low-cut, and next to him a slightly older silver fox, gray in his beard and the henley he was wearing was hugging his his chest just right and showing off some tattoos down his arm. Both had very intense blue eyes and Stiles’ mouth went dry just from looking at them for too long.
“Stiles,” Kira hissed and kicked him lightly. “You are two seconds from drooling.”
“Huh? Oh. Uhm,” Stiles’ eyes widened and he jumped up, acutely aware of both hot older men staring at him curiously. “Sorry about that, my brain might have gone offline for a moment, in my defense, you two are really hot, individually speaking, but in combination? That’s a lot to put out there for a poor, unsuspecting single gay guy.”
Kira heaved a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Before you start reading them your Grindr profile – yes, I know about your Grindr profile, I also know Danny set it up for you – yes, we would very much like the help, thank you very much.”
At the last part of her rant, Kira had turned to the two hot DILFs, offering them one of her hundred watt smiles that was so disarming and deceptive. This sunshine cupcake of a person was a dangerous and fierce kitsune, after all. The hot men exchanged an amused look.
“I’m Chris, this is my husband Peter,” Chris offered, holding out a hand.
Aw, there went Stiles’ chance at seducing one of their hot neighbors. Still, he took the offered hand.
“Stiles, this is my platonic better half Kira. We just moved here. Which… you know, because of the moving trailer,” Stiles closed his eyes and winced. “I promise I am usually smarter than this, can we please blame it on exhaustion. It was a three hour drive and we’ve been doing this carrying-heavy-shit thing for what feels like six hours.”
“He is smarter usually,” Kira assured them, resting her hands on his shoulders. “But he does always ramble that much and say anything that crosses his mind, which is a lot.”
“I hate you,” Stiles shot her a deadpan look.
“You love me,” Kira countered, putting that sweet smile back on.
Peter cleared his throat and when Stiles looked over, he could see the very attractive laugh-lines on Chris’ face prominent with his smile. A blush rose to his cheeks regardless and he ducked his head.
“We’ll be happy to help you,” Peter offered with a charming smile.
And then Stiles was treated to two hours of watching hot men carry heavy stuff, muscles bulging even as neither of them showed that it took any effort at all. It was highly inspiring, Stiles could just imagine being pinned against a wall or lifted up and thrown onto a bed—which were all bad thoughts that he was most definitely not having about his married neighbors!
/break\
“The new neighbor is cute,” Peter said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather.
His eyes were fixated on said cute new neighbor. Stiles. Doe-eyed chatterbox with no filter. He was funny, cute and very obviously into them both. If his blurted out compliments hadn’t already been dead giveaways, the way he smelt around them was. And Peter liked his scent. Honey and lightning, sweet and dangerous. Peter knew the boy was certainly more than just a regular college student.
“Stop that, Peter,” Chris sighed and put his newspaper down. “We are not going to seduce our neighbor. Picking up cute twinks for a night is one thing, but if said cute twink goes home and home is right next door? It’s going to make things awkward. We will never hear the end of it once Cora gets home from college, you know that.”
“Erica would have a lot of fun laughing about it too,” Peter hummed in agreement.
He sighed heavily, knowing his husband was right though. As pretty as Stiles was, a good relation with their neighbors was important, especially since Peter was the Alpha of Silver Lake. This town was under his protection, under his pack’s protection – even with half of them away at college.
“They are something supernatural, you know,” Peter noted after a moment. “They both smell like lightning and danger. They’re something, something powerful.”
“Mh. We should invite them over for dinner then,” Chris suggested thoughtfully, then shot Peter a glare at the look on the wolf’s face. “As the Alpha pair, welcoming them to the territory.”
A small huff of frustration escaped Peter at that. The flailing pretty boy would look really good in their bed. It was hard not to think along those lines considering how Stiles had first come onto them and just how overwhelming his scent of arousal had been while Chris and Peter hauled boxes for them. The boy’s lean body and long limbs had their own appeal, especially when Stiles had bent over to reach something in the back of the trailer. A very tempting view.
“I’ll go and invite them over,” Peter chimed, smiling disarmingly at his husband.
Chris just scowled at him, like he could see right through Peter. Which he most likely could, considering how long they had known each other, had been together now. Also the fact that they shared a taste for delectable twinks, as Chris had put it. Though Peter had to admit – only to himself and most certainly not to anyone else – that he was getting too old to go out to the club to pick up pretty boys. But Chris and Peter worked so well when they worked together to wreck a pretty boy and Peter had to admit that he had a weakness for having the hard lines of his husband against his back and a pliant body beneath him. He’d so hate to give that up.
/break\
So the dangerously hot neighbors were actually the Alpha pair of Silver Lake. That solved that issue, because Stiles no longer had to track down the local pack. Over the following weeks, Stiles got to meet the majority of the pack. Chris owned a camping and hunting store, where Isaac, one of their Betas, worked, their nephew Derek ran a mechanics shop where Peter’s daughter Malia also worked, Boyd and Erica ran a cute little café in town, their niece Cora and their daughter Allison were away for college right now. It was weird, at first. Trying to find their place among them, but it got… easier, with time, until it was near natural.
“...You do know that you live in the house next door, yes?”
Stiles yelped slightly and sat up at the voice. Chris scowled but he was also smiling a little.
“You break into our home and you get startled by me being here?” Chris asked amused.
A blush colored Stiles’ cheeks and he held the book in his hands up. “Peter said I could visit the library any time! You not seconding your husband’s offer?”
For a moment, Chris narrowed his eyes at him. “I am fairly sure that he meant when we are home and that you ought to knock first. How did you even get in?”
Stiles wiggled his nose and tried to avoiding the critical look on Chris’ face. “See, I took that offer differently so I might have gotten a key and I might have visited on occasion…? I just didn’t want to be a bother, I mean you both work hard and have your pack duties and all.”
Heaving a sigh that sounded more fond than exasperated (or maybe that was wishful thinking on Stiles’ part), Chris walked over and sat down next to Stiles on the couch. Very close next to Stiles. He could smell the gun oil and musky scent and the aftershave. The combination made Stiles feel a little dizzy, especially with how close Chris was sitting to Stiles.
“What are you reading, sugar?” Chris asked with a small smile.
That had Stiles perk up and lift the book before descending into a rant about the dragon lore he was currently reading. The most amazing part was that Chris didn’t look annoyed or exhausted. He kept smiling and listening intently, even adding his own input, because the seasoned hunter knew a lot of things that Stiles didn’t. He’d been winging all of this for the past two years now. This pack, with their centuries of family knowledge from both the Hales and the Argents? That was his opportunity to actually really learn stuff. And Chris and Peter, beyond being really attractive, were very willing to teach him and share that knowledge. Hence Stiles’ frequent visits to the library.
/break\
The pretty boy wasn’t supposed to be anything more than cute eye-candy. Instead, it turned out that Stiles was a Spark and Kira a kitsune. Powerful additions to their town, who somehow weaved their way into their pack too, befriending the Betas and making a home in their home. Not just as neighbors. Stiles seemed to be living in their library and Kira seemed to be over suspiciously often whenever Malia was home. According to Erica, Kira also prettied up every time. So that was something Chris and Peter were watching with mild amusement. The cute neighbor and his roommate were becoming more than just neighbors, they were getting involved with the pack. At this point, the two had joined the pack in defending their town on multiple occasions too.
“You are staring, dearest,” Peter whispered teasingly.
He wrapped his arms around Chris’ waist from behind, resting his chin on Chris’ shoulder and following Chris’ line of sight. Stiles was out in his backyard, performing a ritual. Considering the motions, Chris would guess he was refreshing the wards around his and Kira’s house. He did that at least once a month, though Chris wondered why. Stiles was incredibly powerful, his wards should be strong enough to hold longer than a month. Something told Chris that it was more about the routine, about the reassurance that he had the defense. Chris knew that from himself, cleaning his guns to ease his mind. The fact that Stiles looked beautiful doing it was a perk for Chris.
“He’s sharp,” Chris whispered softly. “Sharp tongue, sharp mind.”
“Yes,” Peter’s voice was nearly a purr of delight. “A clever boy with wits to match.”
Chris huffed out a laugh, having witnessed multiple verbal sparring matches between Peter and Stiles. He had also seen how Peter fell more and more for that boy every time. When Chris had first tried to stop Peter from pursuing Stiles, it had all been about sex. Stiles was attractive and would have fit so well into their bed, but Stiles had long-since become more than just a pretty face and a pair of long legs that would look very good wrapped around Chris’ waist. Stiles was hungry for knowledge and he knew how to use it, he was a born strategist and investigator, having solved a couple of mysteries in Silver Lake already to aid the pack. He was a good cook too. Chris and Peter had hosted Stiles and Kira repeatedly now, the closer they grew to the pack, the more the Alpha pair involved them, including pack dinner once a week. Stiles seemed to feel like he had to pay them back by cooking for them too. Chris had never eaten Polish food before and Stiles was an absolute revelation in that regard. He could eat that boy’s hunter’s stew every week and would be happy.
“What if we pursue him?” Chris whispered softly, watching Stiles move about the backyard.
“Oh, when you can’t tear your eyes away from his perfectly heart-shaped ass, we should suddenly pursue him, but when I wanted to, it was all ‘no, Peter, he’s our neighbor, things will be awkward after we took him to bed’,” Peter huffed. “I see how it is.”
“Not for our bed,” Chris paused to amend. “Not just for our bed.”
Behind him, Peter went very still and sucked in a breath. “What are you suggestion, dear?”
“We’ve both gotten tired of meaningless hookups. Even before he moved here. And… we haven’t actually picked up any pretty boys in a whole. Because we’ve both been falling for him,” Chris shot his husband a knowing look. “I don’t want any other one, I want him. So do you. I want to pursue him, for more than just sex. I want him to be ours, Peter.”
“That is… a fantastic option that I had somehow not considered yet,” Peter hummed pleased, his eyes flashing red as he stared at the boy. “Yes, love. Let’s get ourselves a Spark.”
/break\
There was a storm rumbling outside. The night was pitch-black with storm-clouds, no stars or moon in sight. Only the blindingly bright flashes of lightning. Stiles sat curled together on the couch, anxiously watching through the window. Every strike of lightning drew long, twisted shadows on the floor. Stiles jumped at every crash of thunder, hearing the cackling laughter of a mad fox in his mind. When lightning lit up the room again and the shadows reminded him too much of the wicked smile of a bandaged bad guy, Stiles bolted out of the house without a second’s hesitation. He ran straight next door to knock frantically, hoping someone from the Hale Pack was still awake.
“Stiles?” Chris asked with a frown, looking sleepy as he opened the door. “What’s wrong?”
Stiles stared at the hunter with large eyes, heart pounding. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him into the house. Not long after, Peter joined them, bringing a large towel with him. The wolf must have heard from upstairs and decided that the soaking wet idiot Spark would need a towel. Stiles was so stupid, going out in that weather. Coming here.
“Sorry,” Stiles whispered embarrassed. “It’s just, the storm… the dark and lightning and… It reminds me of the Nogitsune. I don’t like being alone during storms, but Kira is visiting her parents this weekend and I… I didn’t want to be alone.”
“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Peter murmured while gently drying Stiles off. “You know that you are always welcome here, our door is always open for you. Partially because you made a key.”
Peter smiled teasingly at him. Stiles flushed and turned to look away, just to meet Chris’ gaze. The hunter was looking at him so warmly that it had Stiles’ heart racing even more. The married couple gently coaxed him into the living room and Chris turned on all the lights.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed about having trauma, or the way it manifests,” Chris assured him before sitting down next to him. “Thank you for trusting us enough to come to us. We’ll promise to protect you, keep you safe, okay?”
Stiles nodded jerkily, only relaxing somewhat when Peter took the seat on his other side. Sandwiched between those two, Stiles could feel his heart-rate evening out some. The panic that had been building up eased and he managed to take a slow, deep breath.
“It’s stupid that I feel safer here with you guys than at home,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I have fortified our house to hell and back, no demon can get in there. There are wards upon wards protecting it. But when I’m alone, I… I spiral. My mind’s playing tricks on me and I’m stuck alone with my memories. I… Thanks, for letting me stay.”
“Anytime,” Peter promised him, resting a hand on Stiles’ thigh to squeeze gently. “We care… very deeply about you, sweetheart. Whatever you need, we’ll be there for you.”
“Oh, you can not say things like that,” Stiles muttered and made a face. “Like, you know I have this stupid crush on you. I really shouldn’t have come here, this is not going to help with that.”
“Your crush on us isn’t stupid,” Chris gently cupped Stiles’ face and made him look at the hunter. “And it is not unrequited. Maybe it took us a little longer to… come to terms with it. I like you, baby boy. In fact, I’d like to kiss you right now and then take you upstairs to our bedroom. To sleep, so Peter and I can keep you safe while you sleep. Because we want more from you than sex.”
Stiles’ pulse picked up and his eyes darted to Peter, who was just smiling at him. “I’m seconding everything my husband just said, sweetheart. What do you say? And know that ‘no’ is very much an option, regardless of your crush. If we’re asking for more than you’re willing to give.”
With wide eyes did Stiles lean forward and press a kiss to Peter’s lips before turning to do the same with Chris. If it was offered, he was going to get it. Both men smiled at him and then did actually take him upstairs. Wrapped up in both their arms was the safest he’d felt in years and for the first time since before the possession, sleep seemed to come easily to him.
~*~ The End ~*~