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Author's Note: So my zuke is on Tumblr and she follows this blog that has monthly prompts for Stiles/Peter. When she read me the one for December, I immediately went "wouldn't it be funny if" and so this fic was born. Sorry/not sorry.
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Stacked with: Hogwarts 2.0 (T04); RAVEN (2024); MC4A (Wi-Yr7); Steter Monthly (Dec)
Individual Challenges: Watts; Jett; X Rated; Mutable; Student MC; Condiment Shelf; Flexible; Spark Plug; Major (Y); Delilah; Feather Head; Stacking Fool (Y); Flashers; Single Location; Blood; Blush; Shield; Magical MC; Second Life; Old Shoes; Binger; Cinematic; Dreamers [x6]; Tossed Chum; Nonhuman MC [x6]; Shifter MC [x6]; Ethnic & Present [x6]; Neurodivergent [x3]; Rian-Russo Inversion [x7]; In a Flash; Bucket Listing; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange; Outer Limit; Two Cakes (Y); Crack Addict; Booger Breath; Ship Sails [x3]; Bi Bi Bi; Zukes of Hazard; Outer; Zed Era; Finders; Hold the Mayo; Rainbow Connection
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Assignment: Post-Term 04
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Library [Lestat](Violin); Frenzy [Twi#4](Baseball Bat); Center [116 - Rockstar](Musician AU); Pokemon [557 - Dwebble](Lime Green); Dec Brew [Rat Spleen](Playing an Instrument);
RAVEN Challenges: A [100](Zipping); Traits [63](Permissive); Colors [14](Cerulean); Items [99](Zipper); Settings [17](Cold)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Snarkers); Chim [Morwin](Protection; "Shadow" - Livingston); Hunt [Wi WD (Demisexual); Wi Set (Cold); Wi Items (Scarf)]; Fire [Stick Ball]; Garden [Gnome Army (Jacket); Pot Garden (Forest/Woods); Herbs (Wet); Remember (Night); Tahlapi (Cora Hale); Nature's Grab Bag (Wildflower Field)]; Hang [Phrase#01](n/a); Shop [R (Latino); ReCu (Judaism); GSRM (Bi/Pan)]; Swap [Outerwear (Leather Jacket); Tops (Unbleached Poet's Shirt); Bottoms (Linen Pants); Footwear (Knee-High Boots); Accessories (Lime Green Scarf)]
Representation(s): Mieczysław "Stiles" Stilinski/Peter Hale; Derek Hale; Latina Erica Reyes/Vernon Boyd; Demisexual Isaac Lehay/Cora Hale; Jewish Stilinskis; Wintu Hales; Evil Elves; Hale Pack as Family; No McCall Pack; Chim Song Prompt
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Esbat; Hot Stuff; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; Found Family; Nontraditional; Zucchini Bread; Middle Name; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Brooms Only; For the Vine; Most Human Bean; Muck & Slime; Hot Apple; Dog Star; Inky Shadow; Queen Bee; Under the Bridge; Where Angels Fear); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; A Long Dog; Eternal Boredom; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Creature Feature; Abandoned Ship; Head of Perseus; In the Trench; Surprise!; Piper Mix; Turtle-Duck; Sitting Hummingbird; Some Beach); Demo 1 (Easy Zephyr; Sweetest Burn); Demo 2 (Misshapen Pods)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Thimble); SN (Rail; Ameliorate); FR (Satisfaction; Liberation); O3 (Ox); HoSE (Keen); SHoE (Brood; Terse); AC (Tactile; Orchard; Rampant); Wings (Bower; Rosette); Share (Passacaglia; Ameliorate); DP (Keen; Terse; Yearn)
Space Address (Prompt): Ship 1A (Last X Available); WiB 3E (Tree); Vocab 2E (Lurid)
Word Count: 978 words
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Mulling Elves
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Stiles swung his wooden bat through the swarm around Isaac. The elves were doing their very best to climb the gangly teen like he was a tree. Two of them had managed to reach Isaac's shoulders and were playing tug-of-war with his current scarf. It was a lime green monstrosity that made Stiles want to strangle him with it, too.
The elves let out high pitched squawks as they flew through the air in the direction Stiles had flung them. One of them hit a nearby tree with a squishy sounding thud while the others continued hurtling through the leaves and brush. Stiles swung his bat again, this time in the other direction. More elves went flying over the last of the fall wildflowers that covered the ground of the clearing.
"I still can't believe that we're being attacked by elves," Erica groused as she used a lacrosse stick to swat a bunch of the little pests off of Cora. Boyd yanked another bunch off of himself and dropped them into the tub of mulled wine that put them to sleep. Derek mirrored him from near the other tub they had brought. "I feel so fucking lied to. Shouldn't elves be making toys?"
"I never thought I would be thankful for not celebrating Christmas," Stiles commented as he aggressively knocked another bunch of elves away from Derek's first beta. He panted shallowly, wondering where the hell Peter had disappeared to this time. "Small wonders, indeed."
Suddenly, the faint sound of music drifted into the clearing. The elves paused in their attack, giving the pack much needed breathing room. Boyd and Derek didn't break rhythm in their grab and drop into their vats. The music grew louder. The elves began to sway in time with it.
Peter stepped into the clearing. He looked like he had escaped a remake of Pride and Prejudice in his unbleached poet's shirt and linen pants tucked into knee-high leather boots. His eyes glowed the cerulean blue that marked him as murderer according to all sources traceable back to certain druids. Stiles had his doubts about the veracity of that but he was still on the fringes of the supernatural. So he kept his doubts to himself.
Adding to the Austen-like image, Peter was playing a violin as he moved around them. The elves dropped to the ground to follow him like they were entranced by the haunting music. Isaac choked a bit as one of his stranglers got tangled in the scarf and tugged it even tighter as it struggled to get free. The little fucker finally fell and scampered into line behind Peter. Stiles stepped up to join the rest of the Hale pack in scooping up the swarming elves to dump them in the tubs of mulled wine.
Anise and cinnamon mixed with the earthy scent of the elves to fill the air of the clearing.
Finally, Derek picked up the wooden laundry paddle he had brought and began to stir the elves floating in wine. Stiles thought that paddle was a bit of a misnomer. The rowan rod had two thick prongs at the stirring end instead of a flat blade. It looked more like an oversized wooden cocktail fork than a paddle.
"Smells like my abuela's Christmas punch," Erica announced as she leaned against Boyd's side after zipping up her leather jacket. She had her hands tucked into the jacket's sleeves and then tucked up under her chin. Now that they weren't all fighting off a rampaging hoard of annoying elves, the cold was seeping in for all of them. Watching Peter continue to move as he played kept Stiles from shivering like Erica and Cora were beginning to. Cora stole Isaac's scarf while she distracted him by pressing a kiss to his lips. She was smirking when she turned back towards them with the scarf wrapped around her neck.
"It's nice to hear him play again," Cora said with a wistful sigh. "I was starting to think I had made that up."
Peter winked at her. Then he turned his gaze towards Stiles. The music he was playing shifted to something less haunting and more sultry. Derek rolled his eyes like the drama queen that all Hales were.
"Do we really need to see this?"
"Yes," Erica purred. She wiggled against Boyd so that she had a better view of both Stiles and Peter. "It's just the thing to warm my cockles."
"Warms something alright," Isaac complained before burying his nose in Cora's hair.
Stiles laughed. He found himself unable to feel much sympathy for the wolves putting up with the extra slow courtship that Peter and Stiles were forced to do because of their ages. The rest of them were even worse with their making out and sexy looks, even if Stiles couldn't smell the raging hormones like they could. Erica was the absolute worst with her lurid commentary spilling freely from her blood-red lips. Whether she was serious or just trying to rile up her pack mates was still to be determined.
Knowing Erica, it could very well be both.
Derek poked him with the laundry paddle.
"Stop ogling my uncle and stir the other vat while I take this one to the car," the alpha ordered. Stiles rolled his eyes before taking the wooden handle and doing as requested. It did not stop him from ogling Peter any more than it stopped Peter from continuing to play and move about the clearing. Stiles couldn't wait until he was finally old enough to be just as sickeningly annoying as the rest of the pack that was pairing off.
He almost didn't even miss Scott, who had decided to move onto Lydia after Allison and Jackson hadn't come back their separate sabbaticals to Europe. But that was a distant hurt that didn't matter in this warm moment.