Welcome to the Stilinski Argent Hale Family, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Welcome to the Stilinski Argent Hale Family – The Many Children of Sheriff Stilinski

Tags: m/m, family fluff, found family, adoption, Pack Feels, hurt/comfort, True Mates

Main Pairing: Chris/Noah & Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Laura Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin

Summary: Shortly after Claudia's death do recent widower Chris and his daughter move to Beacon Hills. The hunter draws the attention of the Hale Pack. Without meaning to, Chris finds love again with the sheriff and makes a best friend who's a werewolf. When the Hale Fire happens, Chris and Noah take the orphaned surviving members of the Hale Pack in to raise them.

Welcome to the Stilinski Argent Hale Family

The Many Children of Sheriff Stilinski

Part 1: A Second Chance at Love

Noah's world broke apart when his wife died. He lost himself in his grief and, much to his own shame, in a bottle. Every time he looked at his son, all he saw were his wife's eyes staring back at him and it choked him up. It was easier to stare into the bottom of a whiskey glass than into those whiskey-colored eyes, filled with loss and pain and grief.

He just didn't know what to do. He didn't even know how to cope with his own grief, how could he possibly comfort Stiles? He was powerless and helpless in the face of his son's tears and he found himself very cowardly hiding from them.

Until one day, three months after Claudia's death, when he came home to a clean house, the scent of something delicious cooking and the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen.

"You can't put bacon in this, Stiles!"

"I can put bacon into anything, Ally," Stiles declared with a huff. "Mom always said bacon is like a spice, you need to add it to food to make it taste good."

"Truly atrocious advise, kiddo," a man declared, laughter in his voice. "Let's not add bacon to the salmon, mh? We're eating healthy today."

"Fi—ine," Stiles groaned. "You're very boring for this."

Warily, Stiles entered the kitchen, just to find a total stranger standing behind his stove, wearing Claudia's apron and cooking. Stiles was sitting at the kitchen table with a girl his age with long, dark hair and dimples. The two seemed to be doing homework.

"What… is going on here?" Noah asked tensely. "Who are you?"

The man turned toward him and steel-blue eyes seemed to fixate him in place. "Why don't you two go and watch up, kids? Dinner's nearly ready."

Stiles grabbed the little girl's hand and ran out of the room and upstairs. The man wiped his hand off on the apron and offered it to Noah with a charming smile.

"Hey, I'm Chris. Argent. I opened up the hunting and outdoor sports shop on main street, we're supplying the sheriff station with ammunition too."

"Right. I'm Noah," Noah took the hand to shake, remembering the man's face from the station. "What are you doing in my kitchen?"

Steel-blue eyes crinkled in amusement when the man grinned. "Me and my daughter moved here two months ago and Allison more or less imprinted on your son. She's been dragging him home to us practically every day after school for the last month and I figured he should spend a little more time at home and maybe the two of us should meet."

Noah nodded slowly. Stiles had a new friend…? And he'd…. he'd been spending nearly every day over there? Why didn't Noah know that? He should know that. He'd assumed Stiles was just with the McCalls when Noah wasn't home. He should know where his son was. He should know that his son had been spending every day with total strangers. He should know that.

"Why don't you go get changed and cleaned up for dinner too? We can talk more after we eat."

Noah nodded again, unsure how else to react. When he walked upstairs, he checked in with Stiles in his room and found him and the little girl, Allison, laughing and bickering about something. He hadn't seen Stiles laugh since… months before Claudia had died. Ever since she'd been admitted into the hospital, both Stilinskis hadn't found the energy and joy to laugh.

Who were these people and why were they suddenly just… here, in his house, in his son's life?

/break\

Chris' world had been turned upside down ten months ago, when Victoria got bitten by a rogue Alpha during a hunt. She chose death. Chris knew that was how hunters handled the bite, but a bitter part of him resented her for that choice. Even being a werewolf would be better than to be gone, to leave Chris and Allison alone.

He couldn't do this anymore. For a few months, he tried. Dragging Allison along from hunt to hunt, but every time there was a close call, he feared he'd leave his daughter all alone. Leave her to grow up with Gerard. The thought made dread settle in his stomach.

He quit. He took Allison, moved to a small town that had nothing interesting going for it, enrolled her in school and promised her a more stable life from here on out.

A week after moving to Beacon Hills, Allison came home dragging a boy after herself. He had big doe-eyes and talked more than should be humanly possible and Allison declared him her new best friend. The kid's name was Stiles and his dad worked at the sheriff station. His mother had also just recently died and it seemed that these circumstances were what had bonded the two children.

Every day, Allison would come home with Stiles in toe, to the point that Chris grew concerned. Wasn't Stiles' father worried? Didn't the man want his son home? Chris didn't ask, but he watched and listened closely and he read between the lines.

It seemed the boy's father wasn't coping well with the loss of his wife. Chris remembered the early days after Victoria's death vividly. He'd been drinking too much and going into missions too recklessly too, trying to kill everything in sight with a vengeance, before he remembered that he had to live so Allison wouldn't be alone. It was time to remind Stiles' father that he needed to get his shit together so Stiles wouldn't be alone either.

So Chris decided to move dinner to the Stilinski home and meet the man. Noah seemed in over his head and while cooking, Chris had already found the various bottles of alcohol. After dinner, while the kids got back to their homework, Chris and Noah talked.

Two days later, Chris and Noah talked some more, when Chris found the man at the local bar.

And they talked even more when Chris next delivered ammunition to the sheriff station. It was easy to talk to Noah once the man opened up. They talked about Allison and Stiles, their jobs, until they finally breached the topic of their dead wives. Chris started inviting the Stilinskis over for dinner, or him and Allison came to eat at the Stilinski home, until their lives were irrevocably interwoven.

Noah stopped drinking two months into their new friendship, because the man finally had a support system to help him with his grief and his kid. Chris tried to ignore the warmth of pride settling in his chest when they emptied the last bottle of whiskey together.

/break\

Allison hated moving around. She never got to grow roots anywhere, she was like a tiny potted plant being dragged around with no say so in the matter. Until they got to Beacon Hills. On her first day at her new school, a bossy redhead declared herself Allison's new best friend, which was amazing because Allison never had a best friend before and Lydia was awesome.

A few days later, Allison met Stiles. The boy was subdued and sad and Lydia told her that his mom had recently died and that day, Allison declared herself Stiles' best friend. She started dragging him along everywhere and when she learned that his dad worked a lot and Stiles cooked for himself and was home alone most times, Allison started bringing Stiles home with her.

Until her dad got on board with her project of helping Stiles and suddenly, both Argents and both Stilinskis spent a lot of time together. She saw Stiles open up, smile and talk more.

"I'm glad you moved here," Stiles whispered one night during a sleepover. "I wish you would just move into our house and always be there. You and Chris are over all the time anyway."

Allison giggled but she couldn't argue. Either Allison and Chris were over at the Stilinskis' or the Stilinskis were over at the Argents'. Some days, Lydia would be with them too, she was warming up to Stiles too, ever since she realized that Allison was serious about keeping him (though she kept telling her that Stiles wasn't a pet).

"Dad wants to take me hunting this weekend," Allison looked at Stiles. "Have you ever hunted?"

Stiles wiggled his nose curiously. "No? But my dad sometimes goes hunting with Mister Boyd."

"You should come! It's like a fun camping trip," Allison grinned broadly. "We used to do it as a family bonding thing, before my mom died."

Stiles' smile dimmed a little. "Is it… really okay if we come along then?"

"Of course," Allison huffed and wrapped her arms around him. "You're family."

She never had a brother, but over the past half year of living in Beacon Hills, Stiles had become just that to her. So he should absolutely attend important family things. After all, Sunday used to be family dinner too and now it was dinner with Noah and Stiles. They were family.

/break\

"What do you think you're doing on our land, hunter?"

Chris froze and looked up at the werewolf in front of him, eyes flashing electric blue. Killer. His hand twitched to reach for his gun, even though he wasn't equipped with wolfsbane bullets. And Noah and the kids were just around the corner. They made camp yesterday and Noah and Chris had hunted them all dinner, with Allison and Stiles watching with rapid attention. Right now, Noah was explaining to the kids how to take apart the deer they caught, while Chris went to fetch wood.

"Hunting," Chris replied before pausing. "For deer. I'm not here for you, or your pack. I'm just here to spend time with my family."

When had Noah and Stiles become family? The man had become his best friend, Stiles had become Allison's best friend and they spent at least five days a week together, but… They were family.

"Mh," the werewolf tilted his head, listening closely to Chris' heartbeat. "A family of hunters on Hale territory. You can see why that doesn't sit well with my Alpha, can you?"

Hale territory. Chris swallowed hard. He'd heard of that family. He hadn't remembered which part of the country they lived in, hadn't anticipated them to live here, in Beacon Hills.

"I'm retired," Chris breathed deeply, hoping his heartbeat would be even and not betray the truth he was speaking. "I'm not looking for trouble. I just want a safe place to raise my kids."

Kid. He only had one kid. Stiles was not actually his son, regardless of how fond he had grown of the loud and energetic boy in these past months. But he had always wanted more kids, wanted a big family and for Allison to have siblings. Victoria never wanted that, said that she had fulfilled her duty of giving the Argent family an heir, a future matriarch, and that she was done with 'all that'.

"I'll tell my Alpha, let's see what she thinks about that," the wolf narrowed his eyes at him.

As suddenly as he had appeared, he left again. Chris took a shaky breath, knowing that he now had to deal with the local pack, one way or the other. He found himself hoping for a peaceful settlement. The past months of living here, of leading a normal life, he… he enjoyed it. He didn't want to go back, didn't want to kill, didn't want to hunt. He just wanted Allison, Stiles and Noah to be safe.

/break\

Werewolves. Freaking werewolves. Glowing eyes, fangs, claws and a damn sarcastic attitude, at least in Peter's case. Noah hadn't wanted a drink that badly in ten months. His best friend was a werewolf hunter and their last hunting trip together had apparently drawn the pack's attention.

Chris had been meeting with the Hale Pack for the past couple of weeks, negotiating the terms of his and Allison's stay here, reassuring Talia Hale, the Alpha of the pack, that they weren't a threat. But now that Noah was recently appointed sheriff, his close connection to Chris had made the pack consider putting Noah in the know.

So Chris had come to Noah's place with a werewolf in toe. Talia's younger brother, the infuriating lawyer who had made Noah want to shoot him repeatedly at the station already when Noah was still a deputy. Now, as the sheriff, he would have to deal with the man not just as a lawyer but also as a werewolf. Because werewolves were real.

"I'd say he's handling the news quite well," Peter mused, turning toward Chris with a smirk.

"Peter?" Chris sighed. "Shut up."

Noah desperately wanted a drink. Instead, he warily rubbed his face. Werewolves were real and they were living in his town and he now had to adjust to this new reality. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. When Noah looked up, he looked right into those unique steel-blue eyes.

"I made a deal with Alpha Hale. Me and Ally get to stay if we help protect this town. You're now its sheriff, it's your duty to protect this town too. She isn't wrong in that we all should work together."

"Right," Noah nodded, his gaze finding Peter again. "The glowing eyes are gonna take some getting used to though. And the whole… forehead situation. You look like werewolves on Buffy should have looked, all things forehead considered, which is funny, considering the werewolves on Buffy looked more like I'd actually expect a werewolf to look."

"I am too amused to be offended," Peter raised his eyebrows. "You watch Buffy?"

"It was Claudia's favorite show and her and Stiles always watched it together," Noah chuckled. "Stiles is gonna love this."

Noah blinked surprised at the lack of pain. Bringing up Claudia had always made his heart clench since her death. For the first time, all he felt was the warmth of the happy memory. He still missed her, but it wasn't a raw wound, a gaping hole, anymore. It was… healing.

"We're not telling the kids," Chris crossed his arms. "Not now anyway. They're nine. Kids that age are blabbermouths and this is a secret that needs to be kept. I, we, want you to meet the whole pack, but Stiles and Allison will only be told about the supernatural when they're a little older."

Noah ground his teeth together but nodded. The risk of them exposing this secret was too high. His gaze landed on Peter, who still looked amused as he lounged on Noah's couch. Maybe it was better if Noah got to know the pack first and got time to adjust to all of this before telling Stiles.

/break\

"At what point are you going to ask Noah out on a date, Christopher?"

Chris' dart nearly hit a man drinking his beer at the bar. Vernon, the bar owner, shot him a pointed glare at it and Chris ducked his head. He was a deadshot. Usually. When Peter wasn't distracting him with ridiculous questions. Turning toward the wolf, Chris glared.

"You just said that to distract me, didn't you?"

"No, I said that because your pining is so sad and tragic that even the kids have caught on with it," Peter snickered and got in position to shoot his own dart. "Laura asked me if 'the Stilinskis' are coming over for dinner this weekend."

Once a month, Noah and Chris had dinner at the Hale House, while Stiles and Allison stayed over at the Martins. The two discussed the town's safety and potential concerns with Talia, her Left Hand Peter and her Right Hand Fiona. It had started out as a formal exchange, to keep each other updated. And then, the second month, Talia's husband Damon invited them to eat with the family. Since then, it became dinner and discussions.

Somewhere along the way over these past seven months since he'd first met the wolf in the woods, Chris had befriended Peter. The man was annoying as hell, but it had still happened against Chris' better judgment. He was now friends with a werewolf and regularly ate with a whole pack of them. He'd helped Talia's middle child, Derek, with his math homework last week. This was not the life he had ever envisioned for himself, but he… liked it.

"Laura is a brat," Chris grunted gruffly and took a long sip from his beer.

"That she is. She's also right. The two of you spent so much time together, I genuinely can not tell your scents apart. I only know them intertwined. If you were wolves, I'd say you were mates."

Heaving a sigh, Chris ordered himself another beer. "Noah is my best friend."

"I'm your best friend," Peter argued. "He's your boyfriend."

"He is not my…" Chris shook his head. "There's nothing going on between Noah and me."

"You just practically live together and raise your children together and stare longingly at each other when the other isn't looking. Completely normal friendship things," Peter nodded in a very patronizing manner. "Christopher, you are too smart to be this dumb."

"Screw you," Chris growled in warning. "Not everyone can be a wolf and have some magic mumbo-jumbo tell them when they meet their soulmate. Some of us lowly mortals have to deal with complicated situations. And ours is… complicated."

True Mates. Werewolf soulmates. Chris had heard about that before, when he was still a hunter, and like most, hadn't taken it very seriously. Now that he was close to a pack of wolves and regularly interacted with two mated pairs, Talia and Damon, as well as Fiona and her husband Aaron, Talia and Peter's younger brother, he had a whole different appreciation for it. The kind of devotion that laid between werewolves and their mates was something to be envied.

"I don't see how it's complicated," Peter argued with a frown. "Your wife has been dead for two years now. His has been dead for one and a half years. You mourned together, grieved together, and forged a strong bond through it. And you have your kids, whom I still have to meet."

"Absolutely not," Chris shook his head. "Not until we're ready to tell them. Stiles is too damn smart to not figure it out on his own if he gets to meet the pack before that."

"You only make me more curious," Peter chuckled. "Now, back to the older Stilinski: Why aren't you dating him? Because you have already loved and lost, you should know the most valuable thing any of us have is time. Stop wasting it."

Chris furrowed his brows. "Why are you being so invested in my love life? What's in it for you?"

"Can't I be concerned for my dear friends and want to help them?" Peter looked offended before rolling his eyes. "There's a betting pool in the pack on how long it'll take you two to get together. The next month is still within my set time and I'd like to win."

Chris snorted. That sounded more like it. He shook his head a little, though he couldn't deny that Peter's words rang true. He was leaning heavily onto Noah. They talked about Victoria and Claudia, dealt with their grief together, they worked together to protect the town, they raised their kids together. He… couldn't imagine his life without Noah and Stiles anymore.

/break\

Stiles was about ninety-five percent sure that him and Ally were in trouble, though he wasn't sure what for, hence the five missing percent. But Chris wanted to 'talk' to them both and he had a really serious frown on his face, so that was never a good sign.

"Whatever you think we did, we didn't do it," Allison blurted out.

"Smooth, Ally," Stiles rolled his eyes before turning to Chris. "But true. I am fairly sure we haven't gotten into any mischief lately."

"Fairly," Chris repeated and raised his eyebrows.

"Well," Stiles shrugged helplessly. "I'm me, so I can never be entirely sure."

"Right, Mischief," Chris shook his head. "Of course you can't."

Chris sighed but he also smiled, because he was totally wrapped around Stiles' little finger. A feat Stiles still prided himself on, though he had Allison to thank in big parts, since she had taught him well. In return, Stiles had taught her how to get what she wanted from Noah. The two had perfected the art of playing their dads and knew who to go to for what and which one of them stood a better chance at actually getting it.

"You're not in trouble," Chris looked at them both with soft eyes. "But there's something important I wanted to talk to you about. I was thinking… I wanted to… I had hoped you two would…"

"I have never seen your dad lost for words," Stiles whispered to Allison. "Is he having a stroke?"

"Maybe," Allison frowned concerned. "Dad? Are you alright?"

"I want to ask Noah out on a date," Chris blurted out, cheeks red. "And I wanted to know if you two would be okay with that, or…"

Allison and Stiles' eyes widened comically as they looked at each other, before squealing and hugging tightly. "Yes, yes, yes! Fi—inally!"

Chris startled a little at their reaction. "So… you're not… You don't have a problem with this?"

The kids let go of each other and instead walked over to wrap themselves around Chris' waist from either side. Stiles had been waiting for this day for months! Ever since the first time Chris had tucked Stiles into bed, kissed his forehead and had told him 'Good night, kiddo, I love you'. Because Stiles had actually bitten his tongue to say from 'You too, dad'. For as long, Operation: Two Dads had been in the works. Stiles, Allison and Lydia had been brainstorming how to get the two to become a real couple, which would be the first step before they'd get married.

"Not to pressure you or anything, but we have a whole folder for your wedding under Lydia's bed," Stiles grinned broadly. "We picked everything out already!"

"Wedding," Chris sputtered. "Let's not put the cart before the horses, kiddo."

"You can not screw this up, dad!" Allison glared sternly at her father. "You have to be a proper gentleman and all. Oh, we should book a table in that cute Polish restaurant in Silver Lake that we discovered last month! Noah loved that!"

"Yes! Perfect spot for their first date!" Stiles yelped and ran off. "I'm getting the phone!"

"Kids, slow down," Chris laughed at their enthusiasm.

Stiles thrust the phone at Chris and glared as sternly. "Ally is right, do not screw this up, dad."

The look on Chris' face was priceless and Stiles was fairly sure he could see tears shimmering in his eyes. Grinning broadly, Stiles hugged him again, before he grabbed Allison's hand.

"Come on! We have to tell Lydia!" Stiles declared as the kids ran off.

/break\

Noah was dating Chris. He wasn't entirely sure how that had happened. One night, Chris suggested they'd go to the little Polish place one town over, which Noah had told him was really unnecessary, that was a three hour drive, if Chris wanted to go out for dinner they could pick one of the local restaurants and if Chris wanted Polish food, Noah and Stiles could cook for him. But Chris insisted and more than that, he also insisted on dropping Stiles and Allison off with the Martins. Stiles had been just a little too eager, which already made Noah suspicious, but in on itself, it wasn't rare for Noah and Chris to spend time alone without their kids.

Chris was wearing the fancier shirt and the new jeans and he was fidgeting an unusual amount, which were the next clues. Only after they ordered their soup did Chris admit that this was meant to be a date, if Noah wanted that. It took Noah until the soup arrived to fully comprehend that.

Noah might have had a bisexual experience at the police academy, but that was very much Don't Ask Don't Tell still and he hadn't thought about his attraction to men since then. Chris was an incredibly handsome, charming and sweet man and he loved Stiles like his own. He'd also picked up the pieces of Noah after Claudia's death. Their lives had somehow melted together into one, they were raising their kids together, whenever one was at work, the other would take care of them. Ally had her own toothbrush in their bathroom and clothes in their guest room.

And it wasn't just help, Chris wasn't just helping out with Stiles. Whenever something important happened in Stiles' life, Noah immediately looked toward Chris. Looked forward to sharing it with Chris. Ally just the same. She may not be Noah's but he was just as proud of her for every good grade she did, he'd hugged and praised her the first time she hit the target with her crossbow, even though Noah still thought that a ten year old should not own a crossbow. Noah and Chris had had an actual argument about that and wasn't that saying a lot too? He shouldn't argue with someone else on how they raised their own kid. But Noah couldn't help it, he thought of Allison as his too. And Chris? Chris hadn't shut that argument down either, he'd explained in great detail why Chris wanted her prepared, because she was an Argent, and what that meant.

Noah was still filled with grief for Chris' own childhood. Ever since Chris and Peter had told him all about the supernatural, Chris had opened up more about his family. His father, who had always just wanted to form him into the perfect soldier.

While Chris didn't want that for Allison, he knew that inevitably, she would be dragged into this world too and it was a dangerous world for humans. He wanted her safe, wanted to know she could protect herself. Noah found it harder to argue with that and had heaved a defeated sigh. Somewhere along the way over the past year and a half since the Argents had moved to town, Noah might have fallen in love with Chris and he might have started looking at Chris and Allison as family.

So here he was, on his couch, snuggled up to Chris, while their kids were sprawled out on the floor under a blanket, watching Stiles' favorite movie, Beauty and the Beast, and it was the perfect evening. Turning some, Noah pressed a gentle kiss to Chris' cheek.

"Mh?" Chris blinked surprised at that.

"Felt like kissing my boyfriend," Noah shrugged with a boyish grin on his lips.

"Oh, you call that a kiss?" Chris grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a proper kiss.

"Stop talking! Belle's singing!" Stiles complained and threw a pillow at them.

All Noah could do was laugh and settle back against Chris. Chris never thought he'd get a second chance at any of this. At love, at having a whole family, at being genuinely happy, but here he was. With a man he loved and their children. He wrapped an arm around Noah and looked back at their kids, bickering and happy, and he had to smile himself.

Author's note: Context for the people who aren't me and my best friend or following our tumblr accounts; So, Saturday is the eighth friendship anniversary between me and Kimmy and, as per tradition, she gets a fic ^-^

The wish was for Stilinski Family Feels and Hale Family Feels and throw in Malia and Steter and somehow this story ran away from me (shooocker, I knooow), but as I wrote it, it felt... sectioned, like, not suited to be a oneshot because the three partitions felt like proper chapters, thus, today chapter 1 so the final chapter will be up on the day of our anniversary (HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FOR WHEN YOU READ THIS, CUPCAKE) and here we are, Chris/Noah for the much beloved Stallison siblingship! Next up, we are gonna add in some Hales ;D