Series: Full Moon Fic(let)
Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom(s): Teen Wolf
Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Tags: Full Moon Ficlet, One-Shot, Alternate Universe, First Time, Snarky Flirting
Summary: Peter had seen the shop being worked on. He had waited to see what it would be, but there was no news. Then one day, it was open, and the sign out front shocked him a great deal.
Word Count: 2,879
Notes: One-Shot for Full Moon Ficlet. No more will be written for this.
Peter stopped as he took in the new store. He had been watching it for weeks as the inside was gutted and fixed around and then when the boards went up to block what it was. It was on Peter’s walk to work and from work on the days that he worked. It had been a horrible little second-hand shop that hadn’t even tried to look like it was respectable. Peter was glad to see it go, but he had been hoping that nothing worse moved in there.
The boards were still there but on the outside of it were signs that just had B, B, T, & Mischief on them. Peter wasn’t sure that he would be happy with what was going on in there. With mischief in the name, it wasn’t going to be good at all. He frowned and just kept on walking.
Peter stopped outside of the shop, and he really frowned. The boards were down, and the name was fully on the windows as well as other signs.
Bean, Bubble, Tea, & Mischief.
He tried to understand what the hell the place was when he saw the other sign. It was a large cup of a milky-looking liquid, and there was a speech bubble out from the straw that said, “Suck my sweet tapioca balls.” It was a tea shop. Peter could see the boba in the bottle of the cup now. The sign said they were open. Looking at his watch, he had time if he didn’t have to stop at the horrible cart to get a cup of barely good tea from it.
“Welcome!” a chipper voice called out as Peter came inside. The young man at the register had a cup of tea in his hand. The tea was a lurid shade of purple and milky.
Peter didn’t feel like being verbal yet, so he just looked at the menu. The coffee and tea offerings were short but also varied in the flavors that could be gotten. There were none of the strange frozen things that places had. There weren’t even smoothies on the menu. There were also five different flavors of boba and ten of the jellies.
Beacon Hills hadn’t had a place to get bubble tea before this shop, but at least the name made sense now. Hot or iced were the options; there were three types of flavors: sugared, those with artificial flavors, and ones that had no sugar at all. All of the flavors were the same across the three kinds.
“I assume you are Mischief?”
“I very much am, Mister Hale. Care to try the flavor of the day?” Mischief pointed at something where he was.
“And what is the flavor of the day?” Peter looked to the small board right by the register. There was a coffee and a tea flavor of the day, made with milk and lavender boba. “Interesting. What sizes do you have?’
“Ten, twenty, and thirty ounces for hot or iced.”
Peter nodded, and he debated. he usually drank the coffee at the office, but his assistant wasn’t doing well as getting it for him. She was too busy on her own. He worked her hard, but he was fair, and she always told him if she had too much work. He would then get others into it and give them more and her less to check their work. He didn’t trust easily.
“Four of the thirty ounces. Two iced coffees with just vanilla and whole milk and boba. Two bubble teas, the special of the day.”
“Sure thing. Now on the coffee, weak, normal, or strong.”
While Mischief worked on coffee and teas, Peter watched him. He was good at it. The iced coffee was easy and poured from various jugs; the bubble teas were just as easy.
“Okay, so one more set of questions. Do you think you will be back?”
“If the tea and coffee are better than what my office serves, yes. I can’t imagine it sucks worse than that.”
“Well, that gives me confidence. So I have a reusable cup thing. Buy them and bring them back for cheaper tea and coffee. I take fifty cents off the price of each thing.”
“How much are the cups?”
“Five each. I have an array of colors.”
Peter looked where Mischief waved, and there was an array of colors; most were darker in color, but there were two different cups that were rainbow, one was neon colors, and the other was pastel. “Two each of the rainbow. Tea in the pastel and coffee in the neon. It’s for my assistant and me, and we like pretty much anything, so each in each is good.”
“Sure thing. I have a quick dishwasher that I clean them in before giving them back, so you don’t need to worry about cleaning them beforehand. Since they get near my stuff, they are always washed. I mean, don’t let them get moldy, but just a simple rinse will do.”
“And you can put the cover stuff on them?” Peter asked.
“Oh, yeah, just watch and see.”
Peter did. There was a slew of the cups there on the shelves behind the syrups, and it wasn’t but a few minutes before they were put into the machine that sealed the plastic lids over the cups.
“You are going to be busy as hell.”
“I’m well aware. Today is all about just seeing what I get from people off the street. I have staff who are coming in later today and a few who are ready to come in if I get a lunch rush.”
Peter waited for the machine to be ready for him to pay when Mischief got everything rung up as the machine needed a new cup put into it. Next was a single receipt that came out. Mischief popped it out and into his register before he asked if Peter wanted one. He declined.
A tray of four drinks was handed over, and there was a bag with four silicone straws in it. Peter raised an eyebrow.
“The tips are metal, and they work well, I promise.”
“If not, you’ll hear about it.”
“I fully expect that, Mister Hale.”
Peter left, and it wasn’t until he was sitting at his desk that he realized that Mischief knew who he was.
On his way home, Peter looked at the line that was queuing up outside of the shop. He smiled as he had known it would be popular. He had heard a lot of griping about there not being a good tea place in town. That they offered coffee, even if it wasn’t nearly as robust in offerings as the Starbucks, was a bonus. Peter had been told by Maria that he was bringing her tea and coffee every single morning like that. She wanted jellies in her tea, though, so she could stick it in the fridge and boba got nasty in the fridge.
Peter had the cups in a silicone-lined lunch bag that he used to carry his food to and from work, and it did not get messy if the lid came off. The cups fit well in there as well as the straw. He assumed that the straws were washable as well.
Mischief was there at the register while three other people behind him made drinks as fast as possible. There was a huge assembly line going on with them. It started with Mischief and ended with him as well. Peter looked at the reusable cups that were left; the rainbow ones were gone. He liked a dark purple, though, so he figured it would be the one he took home with him.
“Oh! Back again?” Mischief asked.
“Yes. I brought these back and will go ahead and place the order for you to have ready in the morning if you would like. I will be around that time every single weekday.” Peter handed over the cups and the straws.
Mischief moved to settle the cups into a tub on the far side of the area; he put a Hale on the little area with dry erase. There was another tub that he set that on; it read Sheriff.
“Oh, cool. Yeah.” Mischief grabbed a notebook, and he wrote down what Peter told him. “That’s an easy order. Pay now or in the morning?”
“Morning is fine. To go now in a resealable dark purple cup, I would like a Thai tea with lychee jellies, large.”
“You got it.” Mischief typed it all out, and then a receipt came out of the little machine beside the register that hadn’t been there that morning. Or it had, and Mischief hadn’t used it.
Peter paid, and then he stepped into the line that was waiting on their drinks. He messed around on his phone until it was his turn to grab his tea to head home. He smiled at the rainbow straw that was with it. He snapped the straw down into the cup, and he smiled. He took a sip and found that he really liked it.
When Peter got home, he pulled his dinner out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave; he was looking forward to a nice evening inside.
Peter had a smile on his face as he rounded the corner to take him onto the street with the tea shop. He stopped when he saw the Sheriff standing outside talking with Mischief. He worried that something was wrong until as he got closer, they hugged. The Sheriff cupped the back of Mischief’s head like Peter’s father used to do him.
The Sheriff turned to leave after letting go of Mischief.
“AND DON’T YOU DARE GET LUNCH OUT, OLD MAN!”
The Sheriff dismissively waved his hand before getting into his car and heading out. Peter waited for Mischief to head inside of the shop before he started forward again.
“Good morning, Mister Hale.”
“It’s Peter, Mischief. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Once more, as always.”
Peter narrowed his eyes at the younger man. He knew that line from something, but he couldn’t place it.
“Is my order ready?”
“Oh, yes. It is. Got your purple cup?”
Peter handed the cup over, and he picked up the tray that Mischief set down with the cups already in it. The tray was something new as well, hardened silicone that made gripping the cups easy. It seemed there were a few places that did orders daily, so they brought back the cups and the tray at the end of the day like Peter did. It made getting stuff to go easier. Less trash in places as well.
“What is the special today?” Peter looked at the menu. He frowned at the oat and taro bit, but he figured that it couldn’t be that bad. If he hated it, he would tell Mischief, and then they would go forward.
“We tried it yesterday, did samples in store and stuff. Just try it before you decide you hate it.”
“Fine. But if I hate it, you are not charging me for tomorrow. Now get going.”
“You are pushy this morning.”
Peter wasn’t even sure if Mischief was flirting with him or not. There were about ten years between them, putting him at Cora’s age. Peter had been planning on getting a picture of him and asking Cora who it was. He assumed that it was the Sheriff’s son, but Peer had not paid attention to Cora’s friends all that much to know who the Sheriff’s son was.
Two hours later, Peter picked up his coffee cup, and he was taking a drink when he stopped and saw that the normal little slip of paper that said what to make in the cup was still on there. Since the drinks were made the same most days, the slips weren’t needed. Coffee was in the neon and tea in the pastel. Peter plucked it off and looked at it.
There was just a single word on there. Dinner with a question mark after it. It seemed that maybe Mischief was flirting with him.
“Maria!” Peter yelled.
Maria opened the door and stepped inside.
“I have a personal issue.”
Maria’s eyebrows raised, and she settled into the seat across from Peter, crossing her legs and drawing attention to the stiletto heel that she wore. Peter was sure that she had killed someone with her shoes at some point in her life; he didn’t want to be in that group.
“The young man at the tea shop.”
“The one you have a crush on.”
“Yes, he asked me out. Over a slip of paper. I have no idea who he is.”
“He’s never introduced himself?”
“As to Mischief. I’m fairly certain he’s the Sheriff’s son.”
“No, I figured that part out when I saw him and the Sheriff together. I just mean I know that he is roughly Cora’s age, and thankfully I’m not so old that it’s that creepy since he’s in his middle twenties now.”
“Ah, you mean other than Sheriff’s son and this young man you have had a crush on since about the third day in the shop, you have no idea who he is.”
“Well, I can say that when he was going to the Hale house, you were not there. You were in San Francisco working for the main office and becoming a boss and a half there. He’s a very outgoing man, but he uses that to cover a life of being alone. After the death of his mother, his father worked more than anything. There was discussion about dependence on alcohol for a while, but the deputies took care of that. So he’s got a few issues, but it’s nothing that someone like you can’t handle. I think that someone who dotes on their lovers like you do would be good for him. You don’t stray, and you would rather kill yourself than ever cheat. He needs someone like that.”
“Your husband is a deputy, right?” Peter asked. He knew that he was, but he knew that Maria didn’t talk about her life that much. It wasn’t something she was prepared to discuss while at work.
“Yes, he is. He loves working under Sheriff Stilinski, but he also knows that the man is human. So, he goes by Stiles because his given name is something that only his mother and father can pronounce without learning. I learned it because it intrigued me.”
“What is it?”
“Nope. When he tells you, and you have no clue how to say or spell it, come back to me.”
“Anyway, Stiles likes good food but none of that fancy shit. A good place with good food, dressing up a little, sure but not a place that gives small assed portions.”
Peter understood what she meant. He did like the fancy places, but he could save those for special occasions. He grabbed his glass of water on his desk, and he debated what he would do. He knew what he wanted to do.
“I’ll tell him yes. If he doesn’t have plans already set up, then I’ll make them.”
“Good. Now I’m going back to work to do the things that I’m being paid for, not your internal angst.”
“Your husband is a saint.’
“For many reasons.”
Peter opened the door to the shop and was happy to see that it was pretty empty. People were enjoying a drink and a treat at a few of the tables, but there was no one in line. Mischief was sitting at the register, writing on a notepad and looking a little defeated. Peter knew that it was him who was the cause of that. He was a little upset at that, but he wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a rush that would make him feel bad for upsetting the routine.
“One condition,” Peter said.
Mischief looked up, and he smiled when he locked eyes with Peter.
“We go right now, and I pick where we eat.”
“Yes,” Mischief said. He plucked the apron he was wearing off and tossed a set of keys to a guy a few feet away. “Lock up, and I’ll take care of the register in the morning. Just do the rest of the normal clean-up.”
“You got it, Stiles.”
“Ready?” Mischief asked.
“Yes.” Peter held out his arm, and he waited for Mischief to come close so he could slip his arm through Peter’s. “I think you’ll like where I picked. I’m starved, so I hope you are as well.”
“I am and looking forward to this.”
“I was afraid that given enough time, I would overthink everything. This is much better.”
Mischief nodded. He snagged the handle on the door and opened it when they got close.
Peter had no idea if they would be good together for the long term, but at least they could enjoy a little dating. He could always have Maria pick up the orders if things went south, but he was sure they wouldn’t go that bad. There was something between them that he was enjoying the hell out of, and he wanted to see it keep on going.
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