In the wake of Scott’s death, Stiles makes a rash decision to travel back in time in an attempt to save his best friend. Instead, he finds himself transported thirteen years into the past. Now faced with the reality that he can never return to his life in the future, Stiles is forced to solve the problem from 2002. To save Scott – to save all his friends who die in the future – Stiles has to save the people who can keep Beacon Hills supernaturally stable: the Hales.
Except Stiles finds himself doing so with none other than murderous psychopath Peter Hale. Except he’s not murderous, or psychopathic, he’s… surprisingly normal. And smart. And attractive. And interested in him?
Steter AU! Join me in the time travel fun.
“Dad, I’m ready. Last time didn’t work out because the guy just wasn’t right, okay? Sure, I shouldn’t have let it go that far when I knew it wasn’t a good match, but… This is an opportunity I can’t pass up.”
Well, okay, he could pass it up. Being a regular Spark wasn’t a bad thing. He could get all kinds of specialized, high-demand jobs… He actually had his eyes on an internship at a supernatural PI firm, but well. Being an Emissary would take his abilities to the next level. If he managed to find the right pack. And more importantly, the right Alpha.
Someone he wouldn’t mind doing all the sex-magic and bonding with.
Stiles is cold, the pack worries. A blanket and a hot tea should have been enough to take care of that. Unfortunately, Derek's blanket and Peter's tea somehow make it worse.
Their new collection got stolen.
Talia Hale is coming to visit.
Derek did something stupider than usual.
The coffee machine broke
Nothing is going well for Hale's Fashion, and with Fashion Week just around the corner, everyone is running themselves ragged trying to get a good collection ready in time. His sister visiting does not help. His nephew fucking things up doesn't help either. The only thing working for Peter is his employees, but that might become a problem as well if they don't survive Fashion Week.
Turning grey early from stress is the least of Peter's worries.
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01 Dec 2017
Working at the Continental SF sucks.
Well, fine, it doesn’t actually suck. Stiles gets to live rent-free in a glamorous hotel with every possible legal luxury plus a ton of illegal ones, high-rolling it as only somebody deeply embedded in the shadowy, secretive, dangerous world of assassins and hitmen can be. He’s not going to pretend it isn’t cool as fuck, because it is. Cool.
It’s also full of a lot of late nights where he has to assess stains of dubious to regretfully certain origins and make a call about whether it’s even worth trying to steam-clean that or whether they’re just going to have to strip the carpet and redo the whole room. Sure, yeah, mercs prepay. They’re obliging like that, and he never has to worry about cashflow issues. But they’re still just—just messy.
Note: No John Wick characters show up, although some are mentioned. I'm just using the setting.
12/11/17: Started Sheriff POV arc, plan to get all chapters up by this weekend.
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28 Nov 2017