Mischief Mondays Chapter 9: Stetopher - The Fox and the Wolf (1), a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Fox and the Wolf – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, the Hale Pack Moves to London, Pack Alpha Peter, Nogitsune Stiles, Spark Stiles, post-Nogitsune, PTSD, explicit sexual content, anal, oral, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Malia/Kira

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura

Summary: Stiles and Kira left Beacon Hills together after graduation, moving to London, where Kira got a gig with Neckz 'n Throats. When she has to cancel a kitsune-centric shoot short-notice, she asks Stiles to fill in. The idea of displaying what the Nogitsune left him with fills Stiles with dread, but he is also grateful for everything Neckz 'n Throats made possible for them, so he agrees.

The Fox and the Wolf

Mischief Mondays Series

Part 1: The Fox and the Wolf Shoot

It was very early in the morning and Stiles was standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but his Batman boxer-shorts and the way too big Sailor Moon logo shirt where Sailor Moon's silhouette was replaced with a werewolf because Stiles was funny like that. He was staring a little dumbly at the bright-pink post-it note on his fridge, unsure how to comprehend it.

Dad is in the hospital, am flying to BH to visit him. But I have a shoot with N'n'T today, please please PLEASE fill in for me, I will owe you forever you are the bestest! [red fox doodle]

Stiles went ahead and made himself a coffee. With the mug clutched in both hands, he stepped up to his fridge again, to read the note one more time. Nope. It still said the same fully unhinged and ridiculous thing as it had without the coffee. It was signed by a cute little fox-face scribble in red. Which was ridiculous considering Stiles and Kira were the only two people living in this apartment. Who else was supposed to leave him post-it notes on their fridge? His non-existent lovers? Hah. Of course was it the red fox to his black fox. And still, they both signed their notes with fox scribbles.

He took his time finishing his coffee, then refilled the mug and tried one more time. Maybe the words on the note would change with more coffee intake. But they didn't. Perhaps N'n'T meant something different entirely and he was misinterpreting it? But then the context of 'shoot'…

When the second coffee mug was empty, he heaved a defeated sigh and got his phone out to dial his roommate's number. He waited patiently for the call to connect.

"Stiles! Are you on your way? You should be on your way already, the shoot is in half an hour."

"Okay, first of all: Is your dad alright? What's the status?"

"Mom called when I got to the airport, he is stable right now," Kira answered quickly.

"Okay, good," Stiles sighed. "Kira, love of my absolute life, other half of my soul, have you lost your mind? Are you seriously suggesting that I fill in for you at Neckz 'n Throats? As a model?"

There was a startled pause. "I… Yes? I left you a note?"

"You left me a ridiculous post-it that makes no sense," Stiles argued, running a hand through his hair. "I'm a barista, Kira, not a model. Why in the world would they even want me? Don't you have colleagues who can – and should – fill in for you for a professional actual photo-shoot with the most prestigious werewolf soft-porn magazine on like this whole planet? You know, actual professional models? Who aren't your barista of a roommate?"

This time, the pause was absolutely awkward and Stiles did not like it because it implied he wasn't going to like whatever came next. "It's a special issue shoot. The theme is 'The Fox and the Wolf'. I'm the only kitsune on staff, fixed or temporary. The shoot is literally today. Even Lydia's scary abilities aren't going to make them find another professional kitsune model in time, Stiles."

Stiles froze, his breath hitching. Without even meaning to, he started tapping the fingers of his free hand together, thumb to each pad one by one, and in the end pressing his thumb against his palm. One, two, three, four five. Five fingers.

Stiles' voice broke when he spoke. "Kira-"

"I know," Kira immediately interrupted him, sounding incredibly guilty and worried. "I know, Stiles, I'm sorry. I really wouldn't be asking this of you if I knew any other option. But Neckz 'n Throats caught us when we came here. We had nothing, we fully would not have been able to keep the apartment if I hadn't landed this job. It's more than just a job, I do feel like I owe them. And to bail this short notice on something really, really, really huge and important to the magazine?"

Silence stretched on between them as Kira's words settled like lead in Stiles' stomach. "Any other shoot, literally any other shoot, and they could just have a human or even another werewolf fill in for me for a partnered shoot. But this one is focused on the fox. There is a huge bonus in it, for being the center piece. You get the bonus too, for, you know, actually doing the shoot. You could pay for Roscoe's repairs and I mean like all of them and maybe even still have something left over for a new laptop, I know yours is held together with duct-tape and hope. I wouldn't ask this of you if I wasn't desperate and if I had someone else I could call."

Stiles knew that there weren't all that many kitsune models in the business to begin with; Kira had said so repeatedly, radiating excitement about how special this was for her. She was amazing and she tended to feel guilty about letting someone down who relied on her. And what she said was true, when the two of them had left Beacon Hills together and moved to London, they'd taken the tiniest shoe-box of an apartment, zero bedrooms just the living room with a kitchenette and the saddest little bathroom Stiles had ever seen. They'd slept on a pull-out couch together, being fully miserable, until Kira had landed that gig with Neckz 'n Throats and they could afford something bigger. Heck, it wasn't even just about something bigger. They nearly lost their shoe-box too.

Neckz 'n Throats was a name in the business. It was the name in the business. Most humans raised their noses at the idea of a soft-porn magazine for werewolves, but honestly it was all super tasteful and mostly also really tame? Werewolves loved necks in particular, hence the magazine's name, but also shoulders and torsos. Bare skin, preferably marked up. Most shoots were partnered, a werewolf with a non-wolf to be marked up (since all marks healed too fast on werewolves themselves, the role of the marked party was usually filled by humans and non-wolf supernaturals).

So yes, for a regular photo-shoot any of Kira's other coworkers who weren't werewolves – and for some of them, that weren't explicitly about leaving bruises and bite-marks, even her werewolf coworkers – could jump in. But a kitsune shoot?

And a kitsune shoot at Neckz 'n Throats, where Kira was the only full-time kitsune employee, implied that it really had been set up around her, specifically. So Stiles understood her guilt. Even more so when it was actually today in, wait, had she said half an hour?

"I can't do this, Ki," Stiles whispered, voice a little shaky.

Even if the pay sounded good. Roscoe had been on her last leg for a while now and so was his laptop, come to think of it. He hadn't been able to type the letters A and R in four months. Which made every essay a true nightmare to write. But even money, even being able to help her, he felt the anxiety and fear rise in his throat, gripping it and squeezing it until he couldn't breath.

Kira heaved a sigh, disappointed but understanding. "I knew it was a long shot. I know it's a sore topic. It's okay, Stiles. I'm not gonna ask you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. I will text Peter and explain. No way I'll lose my job, everyone's way too much family at N'n'T for that and Peter really is super understanding about family emergencies. Chris is so talented, I know he will manage to improvise a great replacement shoot of some sort."

Peter was Kira's boss. Hot as hell Peter Hale, CEO of Neckz 'n Throats, who had started out as a model himself and whose shoots may or may not still be stashed under Stiles' bed. And Chris? Christopher Hale, Peter's husband and mate and the most talented photographer in like the whole world, if Stiles' opinion mattered at all. The man had such a sharp eye, he was amazing. Plus, he was actually able to capture Kira's kitsune aura to its full extend. Not many could. Even professional magazines in the same vein as N'n'T often had blurrier pictures when it came to kitsune. While technology was advanced to capture the glowing eyes, an aura like kitsune had was something trickier. It didn't just take great equipment, it also took a very talented photographer.

"Text him I'm coming," Stiles sighed. "But warn him that I have reservations and may back out."

"Wait? Seriously? You're the best, Stiles, no really. I love you, thank you! I'll call you when I'm at the hospital, okay? And I'll go visit yours too while I'm in town."

Stiles quirked his lips in a half smile. "Do that. Thanks. Good luck, Ki."

/break\

Peter was glowering. He hated unprofessional behavior.

And let it be said, he was not referring to Kira Yukimura here. The girl was a gem, always punctual, always helpful and bright. She'd explained the situation to him, that her father had been in a car accident last night and she had taken the next flight out of London to see him as soon as she heard, with her father still being in surgery and critical condition at the time. There was no reality in which Peter would hold this against her. He had lost too much family himself already. Thankfully, her father seemed in stable condition by the time she was halfway across the ocean.

It was the replacement that already annoyed Peter and he hadn't even met the guy. He could forgive running late, on account of how last minute this shoot was for him. But it was the addition on Kira's text, that he had 'reservations' and may still back out that rubbed Peter the wrong way.

Either commit to something or don't. But this? Letting Peter, Malia, Allison, Chris and Derek show up for the shoot with the potential of him still saying no and them, what, having to improvise something? That was simply inconsiderate and irritating.

He'd invited Isaac, Jackson, Boyd and Erica, just in case they did have to come up with something else. He desperately wanted the Fox and Wolf theme for this shoot, it was something he had been looking forward to for months now, this would be absolutely magnificent because the theme of the shoot allowed his mate to truly shine and show off just how talented he was behind the camera.

This needed to be a special issue, so if they couldn't do the Fox and Wolf theme, Chris and Peter were considering making it a pack-centric spread, hence the all hands on deck call. Peter surrounded by his beautiful betas, a display of a strong Alpha and a gorgeous pack. That kind of thing had its own draw and intimacy was easy among pack.

Due to the delicacy of the situation, Peter had pushed his appointments to oversee the shoot himself. Make sure the guy – Stiles, what kind of name was that even – showed up and did his job and, if push came to shove, he would be there to improvise with his husband.

"Relax," Chris' voice was dark and pleasant, soothing Peter a little. "You're tense and you know that you being tense always makes the pups tense too."

Peter turned to look at his pack. Boyd and Erica were too busy making out on the couch to really show it, but there were tense lines on both Isaac and Jackson, even as Lydia sat perched on the armrest with her legs in Jackson's lap. Usually, contact to his mate always calmed him down. Perhaps Peter was getting a little too worked up about this whole situation. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and leaned back into Chris, allowing his mate to wrap his arms around Peter.

"There you go," Chris said pleased, his beard scratching over Peter's neck in a kiss. "That's better."

Yes, yes, it was. Chris' scent of pines and motor oil surrounded and soothed Peter until he felt more at ease and ready to face this train-wreck of a photo-shoot. And just in time for the doors to open widely and a flailing human disaster to stumble in.

"I am so sorry I'm late, but I also only learned that I should be here like forty-five minutes ago so honestly, fifteen minutes late is half a miralce. I may have broken several traffic laws."

Peter was not the only one to stare at the rambling boy. He was… not what Peter had expected from the 'barista roommate' replacement that Kira had spoken of. He was pretty to look at, that much was a relief. The pale skin would do for marvelous markings. The moles dotting the side of his face were enchanting marks of their own. His hair was already messy like someone (probably the boy himself) had run his fingers through it repeatedly. Good for tugging, it would look splendid with clawed fingers curled in it. He was lanky, long limbs and slender build. A twink, to put it bluntly. Which was its own appeal, but it made Peter want to pair him off with someone else instead of Malia, who was supposed to shoot this at her girlfriend and mate-to-be's side. Boyd might pair well with him. Mh, Jackson's arrogance would also pair well, put the boy on his knees for the wolf.

Peter was startled when he felt his inner wolf growl and protest at the notion, as soon as a delicious and tantalizing scent of sweet honey, dangerous lightning and ink-stained books hit his nose, making want flare up in him. The boy should be on his knees for Peter, bare that pretty, pale stretch of throat for the Alpha, submit to him readily and willingly, beg for—

"You must be Stiles," Chris spoke with a friendly smile, motioning for the boy to join them. "I'd like to say we heard a lot of you, but all of this is very last minute…"

"Well, I heard a lot about you, so that makes up for it on my end," Stiles grinned broadly and shook Chris' hand. "Christopher Argent, though your reputation preceded you even beyond what Kira gushes about. You are brilliant, I mean, holy shit, what you do with a camera is straight-up magic."

Peter's wolf rumbled pleased and settled down some, his earlier agitation also dispersing at the sound of praise being heaped upon his mate. Yes, good. His Christopher deserved all the good words there were, because he indeed was brilliant and too few people recognized that. There were so many who thought photography was just about 'clicking a button' and Peter had threatened bodily harm on that matter on multiple occasions already (much to Chris' embarrassment).

"That's. Uh. That's a lot of people," Stiles' voice pitched a little when he saw the gathering.

"I'm Peter Hale, CEO of Neckz 'n Throats," Peter also shook the boy's hand. "My mate is here as the photographer. This is Allison, she is in charge of make-up, Derek, our intimacy coordinator, Malia, your planned shooting partner, and the rest are here as… backup replacement, since Kira gave us an ominous statement that you might still back out due to 'reservations'."

Peter couldn't keep the judgment out of his voice. He didn't like working with unsure people. Models were very sure in their self. Uncertainty had no place in their business. But then this boy wasn't a model. Wasn't a professional. The reminder soured Peter's mood again.

"If these reservations are about the intimate nature of the shoot," Derek took over, trying to offer his most reassuring look to Stiles (Derek was not the reassuring type, usually he came off more serial killer, particularly to strangers). "That's why I'm here. We'll talk through everything before the shoot, with Chris and your scene-partner. Every marking and bruise will be discussed first. Every intimate touch will be discussed first. Sometimes, in the middle of a shoot, inspiration might make Chris should new instructions, but you have to know that if anything makes you uncomfortable, you call out to me, we put a stop to it, okay?"

Peter was incredibly proud of his nephew. Back before the fire, he'd done a modeling job. And one of his shooting partners, ironically enough Chris' younger sister which was how Peter and Chris had first met (when Peter had come claws and fangs out cussing up a storm about the situation), had crossed multiple lines. It had made him quit the family business in front of the camera, but it put Derek on a whole new career path and he had really blossomed in the role.

"It's not about the intimacy – I mean, I gotta admit some of the poses I've seen in the mag are not something I've ever uh done with someone I didn't end up sleeping with so I guess it was maybe a minor worry," Stiles rambled, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's about the fox."

Crossed arms, hunched over. Defensive, protecting himself. Peter furrowed his brows curiously.

"I'm… unsure what that means," Derek frowned. "Can you elaborate? We can't help you feel more comfortable if we don't know what's making you uncomfortable."

Stiles snorted, shaking his head a little and tilting it down to look at the ground, shuffling his feet. "I'm not like Kira. I'm not a born kitsune."

"Huh," Isaac grunted confused, tilting his head. "I thought kitsune weren't like werewolves. Like, you can't turn someone into a kitsune?"

"Yes…" Peter drawled carefully, eyes fixing on Stiles.

The boy looked up at them with a crooked half-grin. "Yeah. I'm the first and only turned kitsune."

"I'm sorry, I find that hard to believe," Chris' voice lost some of his ease from earlier.

They both didn't like being made fools of. Christopher was a seasoned hunter, Peter a born werewolf from a centuries old family, they both knew their stuff. Kitsune couldn't be turned.

"I was possessed by a Nogitsune when I was sixteen," Stiles' posture was tense. "My pack managed to exorcise the demon, but… I was left with the tails, the powers. I'm a void kitsune now."

"Nobody has ever survived the possession from a Nogitsune," Chris spoke tensely.

Stiles gave a little huff and motioned with his hands like he was showing himself off. "Nobody before me. I'm the first to have that… questionable honor. You can't turn kitsune because the only way to become a kitsune if you're not born is by surviving a possession and nobody ever has."

"You're from Beacon Hills," Peter whispered, the name spoken like something cursed. "I heard about it. That someone was possessed by a Nogitsune. There were claims they survived, but… I dismissed them, because nobody has ever survived a possession."

"Ye—ep. That's me. The special boy from Beacon Hills," Stiles spat the name like it was a curse.

"So your reservations about the shoot are because your fox is a remand of something shitty and traumatic that happened to you," Jackson summarized softly.

The former kanima would know about that. He was still a hybrid from it, half kanima, half werewolf, but he avoided using his kanima side as much as possible and he had never let them take pictures of his kanima form before. It wasn't something he was proud of. Peter's eyes gentled when he drew the parallel between his beta and the boy. The boy who wasn't pack, who had no obligations to them, but had still offered to come here and try this.

"Why would you offer this at all, then?" Peter asked carefully.

Stiles bit his lower lip and dragged it slowly through his teeth, eyebrows knitted together. "I don't know how much Kira told you how our situation was when she first started working here, but… it was pretty bad. And I mean 'her getting this job saved us from homelessness' kind of bad, because we were so far behind with rent, we would have been evicted the following week. This job put food on our table when we hadn't eaten in two days. And I know you guys have been great to her, she'd been so nervous about it at first but I know how happy she is and how much she cares about you all. You became pack to her when she really needed a pack. So, that's why I'm here."

All Peter could do was stare at the boy. He'd put himself through something uncomfortable that he didn't like just to… thank them? For offering Kira a job and a place among their pack? Which had been a natural progression after she'd worked with them for a couple months and a non-negotiable after Malia officially started courting the young kitsune. This boy was strong, fierce and impossibly loyal to his friend. Peter could feel his wolf clawing at his chest, demanding to be let out, to curl around the boy and protect him, make him stop looking so tense and defensive.

"Tell us what we can do to make this the most comfortable for you," Peter requested. "And even so, if you no longer feel good with it, say the word and we'll end the shoot right away."

Stiles looked at him with relief in his quite captivating honey-brown doe-eyes. "I… uh… I don't know if you had a planned partner for me? I mean, I know Kira was supposed to go on with Mal – she has been talking about it for weeks now – but I'm… not sure if Mal and I are the right fit because my fox can smell Kira all over her and foxes are… territorial."

"Yeah I don't think I'd want to mark up my mate's practically-brother," Malia agreed.

"Take your pick, then," Peter motioned at the couch, at Jackson, Boyd, Erica and Isaac with Malia.

"You," Stiles looked straight at Peter, unblinking and intense.

"Me?" Peter gave a startled laugh. "I haven't modeled in at least a decade."

"You're the Alpha," Stiles shrugged, looking away from Peter again. "I'm afraid of my fox. If I lose control, a beta's not going to be much of a match. An Alpha is. It'd… make me feel… reassured to know that the person physically closest to me would also be able to… stop me."

"Just… Just to make sure: You aren't an active danger though, right?" Chris sounded wary. "I don't want to put any of our pack in harm's way."

"I wouldn't have come if I were. I wouldn't be alive if I were," Stiles frowned at the hunter. "The demon is gone, has been gone for five years. I just… I have PTSD from it and a part of that is the paranoia that it could come back, even though Noshiko – Kira's mom – and a whole council of kitsune in Kyoto have tested and confirmed that all traces of the demon are gone. It's just… literally in my head, the feeling that it could come back, that I could lose control. I never have, in five years, and I've been forced to use the fox on multiple occasions in defense of my old pack."

His heartbeat was even. As even as a stressed boy's heart could beat, anyway. No lie. And Noshiko Yukimura was a very well-respected member of the supernatural community, Peter didn't think the woman would let her only child live alone with a potential threat. The problem with trauma was that it wasn't rational. Even knowing that the traumatic event was over and couldn't harm one, it didn't ease away the fear and edge of paranoia that it could happen again. Peter knew that all too well.

"The issue is going to be special," Peter chuckled amused. "Bringing me out of retirement."

/break\

The boy Kira had sent them was pretty and Chris could already envision all the gorgeous marks his mate could leave all over that pale, unblemished skin. Chris, Peter, Derek and Stiles spent half an hour talking through the shoot, through what Chris imagined and wanted out of it, what Stiles was comfortable with, explaining every single step of it and making sure Stiles understood that he could at any point alert Derek if he was feeling uncomfortable about any aspect of it.

Stiles and Peter went to wardrobe and make-up, Stiles returning in a beautiful dark red nearly black kimono, red to compliment the Alpha next to him, who was wearing black slacks and a dark red button-up shirt, the top three buttons open to show off his chest. Chris noted how none of their pack had left, all far too curious themselves. Derek stayed right next to Chris, his werewolf-hearing would be able to pick up on Stiles' comfort and could alert Chris.

"Okay, Stiles, I want you to sit down on the white leather couch for now. Relax, calm down, and then summon your aura for me. I want to get a few shots of you in first, okay?"

Stiles gave a jerky nod and seemed to relax. For a moment, he closed his eyes and the next second, there was a pitch-black aura around him similar to Kira's. The head and snout of a fox surrounding his face, eyes a bright silver, nine black tails curling around him from behind. Like living shadows, very different from Kira in that hers was bright light. Chris was itching to contrast the two kitsune in a shoot, but for now, he was going to focus on the beautiful boy in front of him.

"His heart-rate is picking up," Derek whispered next to Chris tensely, before speaking louder. "Stiles. Stiles, can you calm down for us? Don't focus on the tails. Stiles?"

Stiles' eyes were on one of the tails that was curling around him, touching his hand. Even Chris could see the panic raise in him. Derek was ready to step in and talk Stiles down from it, but Peter was faster. The Alpha stepped up right in front of Stiles, curling a clawed finger beneath Stiles' chin and physically forcing Stiles' attention away from the tail. Big, brown eyes stared up at Peter, the boy's dark-pink lips open a little, practically gaping at the Alpha. Chris had to capture it.

"Don't look at them," Peter's voice was a firm order. "Look at me. I demand your full attention."

Stiles made a soft noise, but his focus remained on Peter. Chris approached, rounding them enough to get both in the profile, since he'd been positioned to get a frontal view on Stiles. Oh, they were absolutely beautiful together. Peter was oozing authority as he stood self-assured in front of Stiles, fangs and claws out, his clawed hand still gently but firmly holding Stiles' face.

"You don't worry about the fox, you worry about the wolf in front of you, do you understand?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles gasped out.

"Good boy," Peter's voice was a purr. "Lovely, sweetheart, just look at me, there you go."

Stiles made an even softer noise, near a whimper, utterly desperate. And Peter looked incredibly pleased by it. Oh, this was starting to do things to Chris that were entirely inappropriate and unprofessional. Derek next to Chris gave a soft growl, too soft for Stiles on the couch to hear but definitely to be picked up by the Alpha. A warning to not cross lines.

"As long as it works and Stiles is more comfortable, let them," Chris instructed. "But step in if Stiles gives any indication of feeling threatened or uncomfortable."

Derek gave a sharp nod and Chris allowed his focus to return to the two beautiful models in front of him. He started instructing them, directing them. Stiles took to it much easier when phrased as orders than gentle suggestions. Well, if that was what worked for Stiles, Chris was more than happy to oblige too. And he so beautifully obeyed, let himself be manhandled by Peter.

Chris' second favorite shot – after that very first, of Stiles looking up at Peter with so much devotion – was of Peter on the couch, lounging with his knees apart and Stiles on his lap, the kimono slipping off the boy's shoulder, his pitch-black tails curling around Peter, Stiles' head tilted to the side so Peter could press his lips against his pulse, fangs scratching soft skin.

"And that's a wrap," Chris announced after the last shot.

Stiles looked nearly startled. "What. We… Already?"

"It's been two hours," Erica offered amused. "And you were amazing! Listen, if you ever wanna come back for a shoot, I so want you between me and Boyd, that would be awesome."

Chris hummed his agreement. During the shoot, he'd already envisioned seven other shoots he would want with Stiles. When the boy left, dressed and calmed down, Chris stepped up to Peter.

"I want the boy," Chris declared seriously. "Do everything to make him sign with us."

Peter smirked, wrapping an arm around Chris' waist. "I do so love when we're in agreement, love."

Author's note: Remember how I said Mischief Mondays was gonna be ~5k and less? Yeah so this story was once again fully not cooperating. However. The 5k mark also did seem like a good mid ending. As in, splitting this into two parts. So! Next Monday, you're getting the second half of this, meaning Stetopher getting together, Stiles growing more comfortable with his fox and also The Smut ;)

Though ngl, a N'n'T fic was NOT how I imagined my first kitsune!Stiles fic would go. At all xD