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Title: Guns & Arrows – The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski/Stiles Summer Stories 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/f, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, post-season 2, courting, fluff
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles & Allison/Stiles
Side Pairing: Boyd/Erica
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey
Writer’s Month Prompts 2026: war + festival
Summary: Stiles is at the summer festival with the Betas when he runs into the Argents and gets dragged into the middle of a prize-winning competition between Allison and Chris.
Guns & Arrows
The Alphas of Stiles Stilinski/Stiles Summer Stories 2026
The Argents were at war. Stiles had no idea why and he also had no idea how he had ended up in the middle of it. It was supposed to be a nice day. A normal day. After the hellish school year they’d had – starting with feral Peter Hale tearing through town and ending with Gerard Argent kidnapping and torturing Stiles, Boyd and Erica – they really deserved a normal summer. Or at least one normal day.
There was a fair in town, Beacon Hills’ summer festival – rollercoaster, ferris wheel, so much food and, the crux of Stiles’ problem, so many stands to win prizes at. Someone had for some reason decided to put the stand with the Robin Hood theme where one could win prizes by shooting targets with a bow and arrow right next to the duck hunting themed shooting stand with the gun.
“Here,” Chris smiled in a way that made his eyes crinkle in such an attractive way that Stiles had to swallow hard. “I think that means I’m winning, doesn’t it?”
Stiles blinked as a giant teddy bear, the largest one so far for sure, was held out for him. At this point, Stiles just took them on auto pilot. Or tried to, at least. His arms were already full of fake flowers, stuffed toys and other trinkets. Boyd next to him sighed and took the bear.
“Thanks,” Stiles muttered, but was cut off by Allison huffing.
“This one,” Allison declared, pointing at a giant giraffe at the bow and arrow stand. “This is next.”
Chris huffed at his daughter and went back to his own shooting stand. Stiles hugged the mass of prizes closer to his chest. He had no idea what kind of family feud had overcome the Argents and even less of an idea why he, of all people, had been elected the judge of this weird competition, but it was really doing a number on him.
He was an unmated omega and two hot, competent, unmated alphas were competing… not for his attention, obviously, but he had gotten in the middle of this somehow and being buried under a pile of prizes felt a lot like how he imagined being courted must feel like. Or should feel like. What did he know, he was seventeen and no alpha had ever paid him half a mind.
Well, not in a positive way, at least. He’d gotten his fair share of bullying in middle school for being a male omega, since those were rare and thus ‘weird’, and also for his overall everything, really. The fast talking, the flailing, the fact that he talked back to alphas.
“You good, Batman?” Erica asked with a grin, poking the chibi Batman stuffed toy that Chris had won earlier. “You look a little out of it.”
“We have been standing here for half an hour now,” Isaac said unimpressed. “Why did I agree to come to the fair with you people to begin with?”
“Because you have no other friends than us and it was practically an Alpha’s order, to do some pack-bonding,” Stiles offered absentmindedly. “What is happening here?”
“Is he having a heat-stroke or something?” Isaac asked, exchanging a look with Boyd and Erica.
“No, I just… overall. Like, I understand the part where the four of us came here together for the pack-bonding, but…” Stiles motioned vaguely at Allison and Chris, bickering at the stalls. “How did I get roped into whatever is going on there?”
“I mean,” Erica snorted softly and patted his back. “That is what you get for picking two competitive alphas.”
Stiles’ eyes widened, his cheeks flushed and he shot her a glare. “What. I. No. It’s not like that. They’ve just been fussy and guilty ever since the basement. I guess this is compensation too?”
He lifted the prizes, unsure. That might be an explanation. That night in the Argent basement had changed Stiles’ life in major ways…
/flashback\
Stiles winced as he struggled to get up. Gerard left. That was probably not good for everyone else outside the basement – after all, he’d been torturing Boyd and Erica to get Derek’s location, so if he left, that meant he had Derek’s location, which meant Stiles, Boyd and Erica needed to get out of here before their pack got decimated by Gerard.
The basement door opened and Stiles froze on the floor. He hadn’t even managed to get up – his ribs were at least bruised, if not broken, and trying to push off the ground sent hot waves of pain through his side. At this point, he wasn’t just worried about Boyd and Erica anymore. If Gerard kicked his sides any more often, one of his ribs might break in a bad way. In an organ piercing way.
“What the hell.”
Stiles frowned. Wrong Argent. Unexpected Argent. He turned a little, enough to watch Chris Argent walk down the steps quickly. The man was also frowning as he knelt down next to Stiles.
“What are you doing here?” Chris asked, his voice softer. “What happened to you?”
“Your father happened to me,” Stiles glared. “Your family is so fucked up. Your sister setting innocent people on fire, your wife trying to poison my best friend for dating your daughter and now your father kidnapped and tortured us! What’s wrong with your family? Like, fundamentally wrong with it?”
“Mom did what?”
They both turned to look at a wide-eyed Allison at the top of the stairs. Stiles scoffed and tried getting up again. When Chris attempted to offer him a hand, Stiles got the spite-fueled motivation to push himself up fully, teeth ground together against the pain. Fuck if he accepted an Argent’s help. What, were they here to get the poor, helpless human omega out? And let the wolves rot? Fuck them.
“Yeah, I got no time to deal with your mommy issues,” Stiles muttered. “Your grandfather is trying to kill pretty much everyone I care about.”
Stiles watched in confusion as Chris went over to Boyd and Erica to turn off the electricity after Stiles declined his help. The hunter cut both wolves down from their bindings, even catching Erica when she nearly collapsed. Stiles flinched away when someone touched his arm.
“I’m sorry,” Allison was staring at him with that sad puppy look. “I didn’t… I didn’t know he had you down here too.”
“Oh, but torturing Boyd and Erica would be okay?” Stiles raised both his eyebrows.
“I mean, these two are the ones who put us here,” Erica offered as soon as the duct-tape was off her mouth. “So I guess yeah.”
Boyd was cradling her close, protective. The alpha was shielding her, putting himself between Chris and Erica, despite his own injuries and overall state of exhaustion. Good. Pack protected pack.
“I… grandpa…” Allison looked lost. “Werewolves are…”
“What?” Stiles raised his eyebrows as high as he could. “Monsters? As opposed to the man cutting people in half and torturing teenagers? Get real. You were happily making out with Scott like a week ago. Which is, by the way, why your mother died. Because her bigotry made her want to kill Scott just for being with you. She poisoned him. If not for Derek, Scott would be dead now. He bit her in self-defense. Killing herself was her fucked up choice, because the bigotry runs so deep, she’d rather be dead than live as a werewolf. That was her choice. You? You gotta make your own.”
Allison averted her eyes at his words, looking troubled and confused. He really didn’t have time for her Mommy Issues. He knew what was going on in her head. The same that always happened when bigoted brainwashing kicked in. A group of people painted as the ultimate enemy. Someone to channel all of one’s hatred against, someone to blame for everything bad that ever happened. Of course had her mother’s death left her open for that kind of twisting and of course had Gerard dug his fingers in deep to do so. After all, Argents kept dropping like flies in this town, he needed to shape his heir quickly.
“Get your shit together,” Stiles frowned at her seriously. “We literally did this spiel with your aunt when she was trying to manipulate you into seeing werewolves as monsters. I really thought the whole ‘hey so she fully set a house with a whole family, including children, including humans, on fire so maybe she isn’t the right person for moral guidance’ had gone through with you. Guess what? Her father? Not the best moral guide either!”
Stiles snarled at the alpha but instead of fighting him, Allison seemed to shrink in on herself. A hand reached for his neck and though Stiles flinched again at first, he did lean into it when Boyd started draining his pain. Stupid wolf was in enough pain himself.
“I’m sorry,” Chris spoke softly, looking guilty. “You’re right, Stiles.”
Well, that was a first. Stiles blinked wide-eyed at the hunter. Alphas generally did not like when he called them out. He was also not used to getting apologies. Frowning at the hunter, Stiles leaned more into Boyd, seeking the comfort of pack. Boyd had his other arm wrapped around Erica, both for comfort and also to keep her upright.
“I let my father get in my head,” Chris continued, his eyes wandering between all three injured teens. “I should have… I should know that this was wrong. This isn’t what our family should stand for.”
Allison remained very quiet, but she was staring at her father. Yes, Chris’ complacency in all of this only made it easier for Gerard to manipulate her. Stiles still very vividly remembered Chris pinning him against that wall in the hospital room, threatening him. The genuine disbelief on Chris’ face when Stiles had told him what Kate had done. Stiles believed that Chris had really deluded himself into believing theirs to be a righteous cause.
“Let’s get you kids upstairs,” Chris murmured softly.
“Yeah. I’d really like to leave this house ASAP,” Stiles glared at the rigging that Boyd and Erica had just been strapped into. “Fairly sure your father is currently actively trying to kill our Alpha. Our Alpha, who has done nothing to harm the innocent. He actively ended the threat of his feral uncle. He only turned willing and consenting wolves. He has been fighting the kanima and protecting this town. The fucking thing hunters should be doing. Protecting the innocent.”
Stiles’ glare was burning a hole in Chris’ head. To his credit did the hunter not try to argue with him. The five of them headed upstairs. But Boyd and Erica were in bad shape and Stiles doubted they’d be overly useful in a fight.
“You can stay here, until you’re healed,” Chris offered. “So your parents won’t ask questions.”
“How considerate,” Stiles aimed another glare at him.
“I’m trying!” Chris met Stiles’ glare. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“What did you think your father was going to do with the two wolves you captured?”
“I…” Chris averted his eyes, his fists clenched at his side. “It’s not that simple, Stiles.”
“I’m not stupid,” Stiles snorted. “All things Gerard considered, I can vividly picture the happy childhood you had and the way he twisted you to keep you under his thumb. But you’re a grown man now and you got a daughter you should protect from this shit.”
Allison looked small. Guilty. Stiles really did not care for it right now. Sure, he liked her – maybe more than he should be liking his best friend’s girlfriend, but then Scott hadn’t had a problem making out with Lydia despite knowing how much Stiles liked her and despite supposedly already liking Allison himself, so Stiles figured that his very private thoughts of ‘pretty’ and ‘kind’ were more than fine – but he was hurting all over and the people he cared about were in danger.
His gaze did settle on Boyd and Erica. They were badly hurt and not in fighting shape. This way, they would rather get themselves killed than anything else. But Stiles was also not leaving them behind in the hunters’ den. However, he had also been snatched off the lacrosse field.
“You can take all three of us to my place, if that makes you feel better,” Stiles offered. “And then you can take me to Derek and actually do something good by protecting the innocent.”
/flashback|end\
That night really had changed Stiles’ life. Ever since, Stiles had been really close with Boyd and Erica. The two would climb in through his window, or also as of recent, use the front door for normal, regular hang-outs. They’d also changed their minds about running away – after all, Stiles had kind of sort of abandoned them at his house with his dad who had a lot of questions. Stiles had been too tired that day and there had been two injured werewolves with him whose injuries would be healing soon. So he had sort of just blurted out the truth and then left Boyd and Erica to fill in the details.
Meanwhile, Chris drove to the warehouse, with Stiles, Lydia and Allison, where the two Argents actually helped the pack. Unlike Scott, but Stiles tried to not actively think about any of that. The way he’d forced Derek to bite Gerard, how he hadn’t told Stiles about any of that, not the plan against Gerard, not the fact that he hadn’t really joined the Hale Pack, not the way Scott hadn’t even asked about his injuries.
Things had changed after that night.
Boyd, Erica and Stiles actually became friends. Jackson moved to London. Allison broke up with Scott, for real – angry about the way Scott had lied to her about how her mother had died. Stiles needed some distance from Scott and found comfort with the pack, while Scott didn’t even seem to mind, too wrapped up in his own stuff. Chris and Derek made a treaty, Chris and Allison were clearly trying to make up for their family’s past sins, apologizing, seeking therapy and actively working with the pack to protect Beacon Hills. They grew closer, Stiles, the Hale Pack and the two Argents.
Which brought him here. At the summer festival. With three werewolves making fun of him and two hunters, for some reason, piling stuffed animals on him.
“Hah!” Allison smiled brightly as she carried the huge giraffe over to Stiles.
Stiles just stared blankly at it. What was he supposed do with all of this nonsense? He looked from the giraffe, to the teddy, to all of the other stuff. Erica hooked her arm with his and leaned in.
“Okay, I want to go on the ferris wheel with Stiles. Why don’t the strong alphas carry all of this to Stiles’ car? …And to another car, I’m not sure the Jeep can fit all of that and us.”
“We can put some in our car,” Chris suggested with a smile. “That’s no problem.”
“Awesome,” Erica nodded pleased. “Ferris wheel and how about we all get some food after?”
Stiles just nodded while the others took all the prizes from him. Wait. Why were they putting this stuff in his Jeep? Before he could protest did Erica already drag him away though.
“Why are we going on the ferris wheel?” Stiles asked with a frown.
He paid for their ticket and let the other omega drag him into a cabin. Okay, he had to admit that it was nice, the enclosed space with just the two of them. No alphas. Chris and Ally were intense. Their scents were kind of intoxicating, especially while they did all that alpha posturing of their competition. Oh. Was that it? A young alpha trying to prove herself to her familial alpha?
“Do you se—eriously not know what’s going on?” Erica asked wide-eyed, leaning in close.
Stiles’ frown deepened. “…Do you?”
He did not like not knowing and he hated it even more when there were others who did know what was going on. Erica blinked at him like he was being an idiot, which was really rude of her.
“Stiles. There are two unmated alphas, who are basically at your beck and call, and who are now competing with each other who can shower you in the most gifts,” Erica spoke very slowly, which somehow also felt rude. “You’re being courted. They have been courting you for weeks now. You seriously didn’t realize that?”
Stiles froze and stared at her. Had she lost her mind? Chris and Allison – neither of them, but especially not both of them – were not courting him! Erica raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“They feel guilty,” Stiles argued, fidgeting a little with the two keychain toys.
The first thing he’d gotten today had been a stuffed deer for a keychain that Allison had handed him with a bright smile. Stiles had beamed at her when he’d accepted it. Right next to the deer hung a tiny fox that Chris had won him right after. And from thereon out, things kind of… escalated.
“Allison won you a prize and you lit up like the fucking sun,” Erica pointed out. “You didn’t see how pleased with herself she was. And how jealous Chris got. That’s why he went to win you something, because he didn’t want to be bested by the other alpha courting you.”
“No alphas are courting me,” Stiles said with as much emphasis as he could muster.
Erica reached out for him and tugged on his shirt, then on the leather bracelet on his wrist, her eyebrows going higher and higher. Stiles’, in turn, went deeper and deeper.
“Allison took me shopping. Since Lydia is busy doing… Scott,” Stiles made a face. “Which is the wildest way to cope with her breakup and the trauma, but hey. They made out before. Why not. Anyway, she is short a best friend so she is dragging me along.”
“She paid for your clothes,” Erica was speaking slowly again.
“Because the Argents are rich. Like. Filthy rich. Even more so now that Gerard is dead,” Stiles paused to think about the fact that he might owe Peter Hale one for that, urgh. “And she knew I was kinda… tight on money. What with Roscoe in the shop.”
“Which became a non-issue when Alpha Daddy took over those bills,” Erica pointed out.
“Don’t call him that,” Stiles muttered, his cheeks dark-red. “But yes. But he only did that out of guilt too.”
“Stiles, honey,” Erica sighed and rested a hand on his knee. “They haven’t bought me a whole new wardrobe yet and they haven’t covered any of Boyd’s bills yet either. This isn’t Argent guilt, this is alpha courting. It’s all about you, specifically.”
That… couldn’t be. Stiles stared blankly out of the window until the ferris wheel ride was over and then let the blonde drag him over to the pizza stand. The two of them ordered but when Stiles was about to get his money out, a hand reached over his shoulder to pay for him. When Stiles tilted his head back and to the side, he was looking at Chris’ half-profile. A blush warmed Stiles’ cheeks as he could feel the heat radiating off of Chris’ body behind him.
“Did you have fun on the ride?” Chris asked with a smile.
His free hand settled on Stiles’ hip, giving it a light squeeze that had Stiles very glad that Chris wasn’t a werewolf. Erica wiggled her nose knowingly though, causing Stiles’ blush to darken. Damn werewolves. Stiles swayed back just a little, leaning only a bit into the alpha who smelt so good. He’d always found the musk kind of gross, whenever he was in the locker room surrounded by alphas. But Chris smelt… better. Just so much better. Like safety and warmth and experience.
“Dad and I are going to drop everything off at yours after,” Allison smiled at Stiles as the group settled down at a table together. “It did not all fit into the Jeep.”
“It barely fit into both cars together,” Isaac muttered.
Stiles blinked a little when Allison sat down next to him, with Chris on his other side. Being surrounded by the two alphas was a bit much. They sat so close, he could feel their warmth, smell their very, very delicious scents. Allison smelt like wildflowers and sharp spices, Chris like pines.
“What do you want to do next, baby?” Chris asked.
Stiles’ brain just kind of went offline. Because those intense blue eyes were looking directly at him. Baby. If his brain hadn’t short-circuited, his body probably would have made a very embarrassing noise. When he didn’t answer in an appropriate amount of time, Allison rested a hand on Stiles’ thigh, drawing his attention to her smiling face.
“Well?” Allison asked. “What do you want to do next?”
Stiles blinked and turned to look at Erica, sitting opposite of him. She could not be radiating any more ‘told you so’ energy if she had a neon sign over her head. Stiles swallowed hard. Was… this really a thing? Were not one but two hot alphas courting him? How had this happened?
“We could go on one of the more fun rides,” Isaac suggested.
He jerked his head toward where people were being spun around in the air. Stiles opened his mouth with a smile, ready to give an enthusiastic yes, before he faltered.
“Hey,” Chris’ voice softened as he curled a finger under Stiles’ chin to lift his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…” Stiles shrugged a little. “I’ve been going to the summer festival with Scott for as long as we’ve known each other and I usually drag him to the vomit-inducing rides and he complains about them the entire time and I… think I just realized this is the first time I’m here without him. And it’s weird. Like. I am still super mad about the shit from before the summer but…”
“But you’re hoping things can be rekindled?” Allison guessed.
Stiles gave another shrug and turned toward her. “Yeah, I guess. Sorry for… bringing him up.”
“It’s okay, Stiles,” Allison offered another one of her pretty, dimpled smiles at him. “Things with Scott burned bright but they also burned out as quickly. It was nice, but… the lies, especially about my mom… I’m over him. Very, very, very much over him.”
Her hand inched up from Stiles’ knee to mid-thigh and Stiles’ breath hitched because okay yeah this might actually be happening. His cheeks turned dark-red as his brain started to really catch up with that.
“Are you actually courting me? Have you hijacked my dragging-the-Betas-out-for-fun trip into like a date?” Stiles blurted out, because he wasn’t good at keeping these things in.
“Yeah, how about we go on that ride?” Boyd suggested as though none of this had been said. “Come on, Isaac, Erica.”
“What. It’s getting interesting here! Babe, no. Hey! Put me down! Bo—oyd!”
Erica whined when her boyfriend grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the bench to carry her away. Isaac followed them with a heavy sigh and a mumbling about third wheeling a double date. Stiles remained seated and a bit mortified at having just said that. Chris was frowning at him and dread settled in his belly. He was so misreading all of this and Erica was getting in his head and this gorgeous, way out of his league alpha was going to be offended Stiles ever thought something like that-
“Of course,” Chris cut into Stiles’ spiraling thoughts. “I… thought you knew that.”
“Yeah, Stiles,” Allison frowned. “You’re too smart not to have caught on with that. Neither me nor dad have been very subtle about it. At all.”
“I figured you were still feeling guilty and trying to compensate for the basement!” Stiles argued defensively. “You started hanging out with me more since then and doing nice things, being nicer to Boyd and Erica too, I thought that was all the same!”
Allison pursed her lips. “I mean, it might have started out that way, sort of. But I have been doing much more with you than Boyd and Erica and I’ve only been giving you gifts and doing more romantic things with you, not with the others.”
“I’ve been mainly paying attention to you,” Chris pointed out. “I’m getting along with the pack, granted Derek has gained some of my respect in recent months, but you’re the one I care about.”
“Why,” Stiles asked, struggling to comprehend.
“You’re brave, vicious, loyal and beautiful,” Chris reached out to cup Stiles’ cheek. “I noticed all of that… when we first met. But I ignored it. I was married to Victoria, had my duty to her. But after… after she died, and when I then found you in that basement, it felt like I had gotten really close to losing you before even having you. I want you to be mine, Stiles.”
“Me too,” Allison agreed, giving Stiles’ thigh a squeeze that had the omega shudder a little. “Female alphas are rare. People used to look weird at me at my old schools. Scott was… he was nice, it was nice to have a beta look at me that way and want me, I wasn’t used to that. And I did like him. But I really want you, Stiles. And I’ve been falling in love with you for months now.”
“But you never said anything!” Stiles motioned between them in frustration. “Neither of you!”
“Because we assumed you knew. The gifts and food really weren’t subtle,” Chris pointed out. “While yes, something like me covering the Jeep’s repair bills could have been interpreted as guilt, having dinner at Beacon Hills’ few fine dining restaurants, with just the two of us, hardly sounds like guilt.”
“That was after patrol, I figured you were being indulgent because I was being annoying with my whining about being hungry,” Stiles argued. “And you never thought that it was weird that I didn’t say anything? You do know that an omega needs to actually accept the courting too, like, you can’t just have a relationship without talking-“
“We do know that,” Chris cut in, lifting one hand up to stop Stiles and appease him. “But… Well, this is a bit… unusual. We… thought that we were waiting for you to make your choice. That you didn’t say anything because you were still considering your option. And once you’d have given one of us the go ahead, me or Allison would have done things more formal.”
“Yeah,” Allison smiled, but it was more dimmed this time. “Call it a trial phase or something. Dad and I agreed that if we both formally asked to court you, we’d have really put you on the spot to make a choice when… when both of us felt like you didn’t know either of us well enough to make a really informed choice. So we thought that unofficially courting you, to let you get to know us and decide who would fit better for you, would be… fairer, to all three of us.”
“If I would have, at any point, realized that you didn’t even know you were being courted, I would have said something,” Chris promised. “I didn’t mean to deceive you. We both didn’t. But… doing things the formal way, I… I didn’t want to pressure you into choosing when I hadn’t really had the chance to prove myself to you first.”
“Oh,” Stiles whispered, deflating some. “Right.”
“What… just happened?” Chris frowned confused. “You looked… well, somewhat irritated but also happy, before. And now… you look sad. Why?”
“I just…” Stiles trailed off. “I got excited when you said you were courting me.”
Chris smiled at him, very pleased. But Allison looked sad.
“Both of you,” Stiles said with emphasis. “I got excited when you said that you were both courting me. But now you’re saying that I have to choose one and that’s… I… I mean, I get it. It makes sense. Of course you want me to choose. But I… don’t like that? And I don’t know how to choose one?”
He looked at both Argents with wide eyes and continued before either could interject. “I mean, yes, I am a disaster bisexual, this is not news. And I love competent, gorgeous, kinda bossy girls, I have a type, I’ll admit. And I do have Daddy Issues that are a mile long, I am aware of that, and you are… I mean, holy shit, you know. The genes are very strong, you are both so far out of my league and I would be lying if I said I haven’t had too many sex dreams about either of you. And you’ve both been making me feel so taken care of and happy and I like spending time with you and I don’t want to choose and disappoint one of you. Especially since that’s just… really fucking awkward, I mean, you do realize that, right? Like, what, I start dating Ally and say no, sorry, Chris, but every time I go over to visit my girlfriend, I get her dad’s sad eyes? And if I say yes to Chris but reject Allison, what, I’m gonna have my stepdaughter’s sad eyes looking at me at the wedding?”
He made a frustrated noise and motioned at them both. The Argents continued staring at him.
“You… don’t want to choose?” Chris asked tentatively. “And not just because you don’t want to disappoint either of us, but because you… want both of us?”
“Yes,” Stiles flushed and gave a shrug. “I really, really like you both. Ally, you are a total enabler who goes out seeking danger with me and it’s thrilling and exciting. Chris, you’ve been sitting with me and doing research and it’s so quiet and comforting and you always indulge me on any questions I have. I like you both for the things you make me feel and do with me and I’d be missing something if I said no to either of you, but I’d rather say no to both of you than hurting one by being with the other.”
Chris and Allison were still staring at him and they were still being really quiet. Stiles started fidgeting, his fingers playing with the two keychains on his belt-loop. The fox and the deer. The two alphas turned to look at each other.
“That… hadn’t occurred to me as an option,” Chris admitted. “You?”
“No,” Allison shook her head. “I figured either I can have him, or he picks you. I mean, with everything – especially me being Scott’s ex – I didn’t think I had much chance with him to begin with and I was very, very aware of his Daddy Issues, so I figured he’d go for you, dad.”
“I assumed with the age difference alone, and the way you two click and get to spend time together at school, you have more in common with each other, I was sure he would choose you,” Chris admitted. “I didn’t think I really had a chance and that he was mostly indulging me by letting me continue courting him.”
“I’m sorry, what,” Stiles stared at him incredulously. “You thought I was indulging you by letting you pay stupid money on shit for me?”
“Yes,” Chris looked at him. “I’m an alpha, Stiles. An alpha with the wealth to take care of my omega. It pleases me, it’s an instinct thing, to take care of you. I want to take care of you, spoil you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Stiles muttered, before shooting Allison a look. “Both of you are ridiculous. Stop talking like you couldn’t stand a chance with me, that sounds like I would be out of your league.”
“You are the prettiest omega in this town,” Allison said with emphasis. “Have you seen your doe-eyes? And your mouth? Your mouth is obscene, honestly, it is so distracting when you suck on a highlighter in class, I feel like I’m losing my mind. And you have legs for days! Do you know how often I have wondered what they’d look like wrapped around my waist?”
“Mhmh,” Chris nodded his agreement, his eyes hooded. “I’ve been wondering where else you have moles, I want to trace them all with my mouth. I want to see if that porcelain skin of yours bruises as easily as I think it will when I suck marks all over your body.”
Stiles swallowed hard and at that point, it didn’t even matter that they weren’t werewolves, because his arousal was so heavy in the air, even human alphas could smell it. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the slick between his cheeks. Both alphas stared at him with hungry eyes, scenting the air.
“Oh, shut up,” Stiles grumbled defensively. “You can’t say shit like that and expect me not to react to it.”
“We weren’t saying anything,” Chris smirked and looked at his daughter. “Were we?”
“Nope, dad,” Allison smiled innocently.
And then they stepped up to him, from either side, Chris in front of him and Allison behind him, until they were both pressed up against him. He gasped softly as he felt Chris’ firm chest against his own and the press of Allison’s boobs against his back and the press of both their slowly hardening cocks against his thighs. A needy gasp escaped him.
“You can’t tease like that,” Stiles whined in protest.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Chris cooed softly and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’re just too tempting.”
“What if you don’t have to choose?” Allison asked, her breath hot against his ear.
“Mh…?” Stiles blinked hazily, very much distracted by the press of their bodies.
“What if Allison and I would be fine sharing you?” Chris asked, a hand curling around Stiles’ hip. “We could alternate dates, she can have you at school, then she brings you home with her and you would be ours. Or she goes out with friends and leaves you at my mercy.”
A wicked smirk spread over Chris’ lips and Stiles wondered just how merciful the hunter would be, because this looked more like he’d be mean. Stiles wouldn’t mind if Chris were a bit mean to him in bed. He flushed again at that train of thoughts, feeling slightly hot and bothered.
“It’s okay, Stiles,” Allison stepped away. “You don’t have to-“
“I accept,” Stiles blurted out before she could get away any more. “I accept both your courting.”
He held onto Chris with one hand and the other reached out to grab Allison’s wrist. Holding both Argents close. This was probably a horrendously stupid idea and though he was old enough to be courted, his father the sheriff might have some choice words about his choice. And others might judge him too, for being greedy and wanting two alphas, especially with these alphas being father and daughter. But in that moment? In their arms, while they looked at him like he was something precious they both couldn’t believe they could have? He really didn’t care what anyone else may think. He’d always been ready and willing to punch bullies, he’d punch anyone who’d say anything mean about either of his alphas too.
His brain came to another stop at that. His alphas. A giddy grin spread over his lips and he darted forward to peck Chris on the lips and then he twisted around enough so he could also give Allison a quick kiss. Both alphas stared at him in surprised awe.
“What,” Stiles shrugged, feeling unapologetic. “So, what do we next on this first official date?”
The broadest grin spread over his lips and he interlaced his fingers with theirs. Chris and Allison leaned in and each placed a kiss on one of his cheeks.
“Also, we are so going to stop by the hospital after this date and donating the ridiculous amount of stuffed toys you won me to the children's wing,” Stiles snorted when both his alphas looked sheepish and flustered at that. “It was hot watching you win them though.”
But he was going to keep the two keychains. Just like he was going to keep the two Argents.
~*~ The End ~*~