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eevylynn · 9 months

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Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame

Words: 1136 Chapters: 1/? Rating: Teen

Ships: Sterek

Include: Hale Family Feels, Werewolf Stiles, Pack Alpha Stiles

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Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

It all started on an unusually warm summer evening in Beacon Hills. School had finally let out the week prior, and young Stiles Stilinski was beyond ready to enjoy his freedom. His best friend, Jackson, had spent the last two months of school being sullen and quiet before lashing out on Stiles furiously at the slightest provocation. Considering how close the boys were previously, the change hurt, and Stiles didn’t know what he’d done to cause his once valiant defender to turn on him. Maybe Jackson just got tired of Stiles’ energy just like everyone else..

THUMP

Not fully paying attention to his surroundings due to lamenting about the loss of his friendship, Stiles’ foot hooked onto a large root, and he tripped. However, he didn’t just land on the loamy, leaf covered grass like he expected. Apparently, the part of the ground Stiles hit was just low enough that it caused him to tumble down the nearby edge and down a hill.

“Owww,” Stiles groaned softly, as pulled himself up onto his hands and knees once he stopped rolling. Taking stock of his body, he saw a couple of brush burns on his palms that were bleeding just enough that they were gone with a quick swipe on his dirty jeans. He felt a sting on his left knee as he stood up, but it didn’t look too bad when he picked the leg of his jeans up to look.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles swung his arms back and forth as he looked around to see where he was. This wasn’t quite an area of the preserve he had been in before. With the Stilinski’s house edging the large wooded area, Stiles would commonly run out here to play and explore beyond the edge of his own yard. His parents were normally okay with it as long as he mostly stuck to the path, which he usually did…until now.

Stiles should probably find a way back to the path, but the hill he had fallen down was a bit steeper than he felt comfortable climbing up with his tiny little legs. So, he couldn’t really go back that way. As long as he walked along the edge of the hill, it would be okay for Stiles to continue to explore down here, right? After all, it wasn’t entirely his fault that he fell. His mom told him all the time that it’s not his fault that his brain was just running faster than most others’. That’s why he didn’t notice that root, and it’s not like he meant to fall. Now, he’s just searching for a way to get back on the path. Yeah, that’s what he’s doing. He’s going through this new area off the path to get back on the path. He totally won’t get in trouble for that.

Stiles had stumbled through a second thick grove of trees before he realized he wasn’t quite sure where he was. He took a left when his way was blocked by dense shrubs since he was sure the path went that way. Mostly sure. Like 60% sure. Maybe.

“Ennis, be reasonable.”

The sudden deep voice made the small boy freeze in place.

Continue at Ao3

#sterek #eternalsterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #alpha stiles stilinski #werewolf stiles #my fics #my wips #tiny spark mighty flame #tsmf

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promptfiction · 1 month

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When the other packs see Stiles, they don't automatically think "very dangerous alpha werewolf." No, how could they when he's just a pale, skinny teenager dressed in several layers of plaid shirt? But in the middle of a war between humans and werewolves, they will realize that Stiles can be very bloodthirsty, sometimes too much.

#stiles is unhinged #stiles do not have a moral compass #especially when scott isn't around #Stiles' pack is complete with all the members in the middle of a war that has been going on for years #how do you think he managed that?#writing prompt #promptfiction #prompt #stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf prompt #fiction #alpha stiles stilinski #teen wolf au #alternative universe #hunters x werewolves war #dystopia

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myulalie · 1 year

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Eyes on Fire

There is a new Alpha in Beacon Hills and it's a bit of an adjustment for everyone (read on AO3).

inspired by this gifset from @geekmom13.

Rating: Teen Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Recreational Drug Use, Stiles has PTSD Word Count: 27 000 Pairings: Stiles x Derek, background Scott x Kira Characters: Stiles, Derek, John, Peter, The McCall Pack, Derek Hale's Pack, Original Characters Tags: Post-Season/Series 02 AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mutual Pining, Meddling Peter Hale, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, True Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Alpha Stiles Stilinski, Beta Peter Hale, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Good Peter Hale, Healthy Relationships

Summary: When a rival pack goes after Scott and his friends, Stiles finds himself caught in the crossfire. With his subsequent turning to haunt him among other nightmares, Stiles has to learn how to control his new abilities and make something of a situation he never wanted for himself, much less with the tensions that linger in Beacon Hills since the awakening of the Nemeton. As he eventually figures out how to be a werewolf, he finally finds common ground with one Derek Hale, catching feelings as he goes. The unexpected alliance might be just what Beacon Hills needs to bring the established werewolf packs together once and for all.

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#autopromo #sterek #strq 2022 #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfic #alpha stiles stilinski #werewolf stiles stilinski #ao3

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sapphireginger · 11 months

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Stiles had always complained about being the middle child. It didn’t matter that it was only two years between him and his older brother and less than four years between him and his younger brother. He did not like it. However, he wouldn’t trade his brothers for anything.

Peter was his older brother and a complete asshole. Theo was his younger brother and…also a complete asshole. Still, they were family and like Oma always said, Family is like chocolate, sweet with a few nuts. He wondered how their mother felt knowing she got all the nuts.

Stiles had always complained about being the middle child. It didn't matter that it was only two years between him and his older brother and less than four years between him and his younger brother. He did not like it. However, he wouldn't trade his brothers for anything.

Peter was his older brother and a complete asshole. Theo was his younger brother and...also a complete asshole. Still, they were family and like Oma always said, Family is like chocolate, sweet with a few nuts. He wondered how their mother felt knowing she got all the nuts.

"Come on squirt!" Peter hollered. "We gotta go!"

"Calm your tits!" Stiles hollered back. "I'm coming when I'm good and ready to."

Peter popped his head into the room, startling Stiles despite his were hearing. "Doesn't look like you're cumming at all."

Stiles glared at his older brother, getting the middle finger in response along with a smug smirk. Did he mention that his older brother was an asshole? So, of course, Stiles gave a completely reasonable and totally mature response. He stuck his tongue out.

Fifteen minutes later, the two brothers left the room with rapidly healing bruises and satisfied grins on their faces. Theo was already in the car, eyeing them with a huff of faux annoyance. He rolled his eyes at his older brothers as they got in and then they were off to school.

Theo got dropped off at the middle school since he was a fifth grade. His older brothers went to the high school, Peter a junior and Stiles a freshman. Stiles sure loved his brothers and that would never change, no matter how many times they acted like assholes. After all, Stiles was an asshole too.

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"Peter?"

Peter was barely breathing. His body was weak, despite wolf healing and Stiles just knew he was going to die. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he cradled his older brother's head in his lap. His wolf was whining but he began to softly sing uncaring of the way it cracked and shook. Peter's eyes closed and his chest stopped moving. For a moment, it was silent and then Stiles's eyes snapped open, and he lunged.

Ruby eyes were never supposed to be in his future, let alone in his reflection but as Stiles stared in the mirror of his bathroom, he guessed it was his future now. The glowing rubies stared back him, his mind taking pleasure in taunting him as if to say, 'You got us, but you couldn't save him. You couldn't save your own brother. You're not fit to be an alpha.'

Quickly, Stiles shook the thoughts away. He had to accept that he was an alpha now and Peter was dead. Peter. He choked back a sob, hanging his head as his arms braced against the counter. His knuckles were white, and he could hear the groan of the marble counter as his strength sought to bend it or perhaps crack it.

A week.

That was all the time that had passed since the rogue alpha attacked. She had been a lover of Peter's that, when rejected, went feral. Stiles knew his brother was seeing someone, they had in fact found out not long ago. He and Theo had often teased their older brother about it. Stiles had not known however who it was. Kali was her name.

She had plans of grandeur, plans to kill their mother and take over the territory to impress her father Alpha Deucalion Adolphus. He was the alpha of a territory to the south of Hale Territory and had been coveting their land for years. Slowly, Kali had been turning Peter toward her side and if not for breaking things off when he met his mate—a woman named Anyla—she would've had him and she would have succeeded with her plan. Yeah, so, Peter met his mate and then he died.

So, Stiles was minus one brother, and he was now an alpha. His mother hadn't been happy nor had his father, but he knew it was because they were worried. Stiles didn't blame them. It was like they were all missing a limb or a vital organ. Losing a pack mate, not to mention a brother was agony. Without their eldest son, Stiles would be groomed to take over as the alpha of the pack. He didn't want the mantle, but Theo wasn't ever meant to be alpha either.

"Theo?"

Theo hadn't come out of his room in over a week. They hadn't spoken since their fight right after Peter died. Oh, and Stiles won the fight but of course that meant Theo submitted. Theo submitting to Stiles meant that on top of all the other shit, Stiles was now a brand new alpha with a beta.

Theo was not only his first beta but his younger brother. Stiles could feel their bond, but it was slightly muted on Theo's end. Stiles hated this limbo state they were in. It was like their wolves were restless, pacing in anticipation. It was as if their instincts knew something Stiles and Theo didn't.

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"Peter?"

Peter was alive? Stiles's wolf was frantic to get to him and that was the only thing that mattered. He and Theo arrived at the same time, colliding harshly as they got to the clearing. Stiles had to fight his instincts demanding he show the pup, his brother, who was in charge. He settled for flashing his eyes instead. Theo whined and growled but still bared his neck and flashed his eyes in return. Satisfied, Stiles turned away from his younger brother and scanned the area. Right now, Peter was what mattered. The beta was fully shifted and watched them approach. He flashed electric blue eyes at them, and Stiles frowned. When did Peter's eyes turn blue?

"Omega," Stiles whispered.

Peter growled, a whimper lining the sound and looked away. It startled Stiles as his older brother never showed any signs of submission or omegahood. He rumbled in his chest and let his wolf guide him forward.

Two betas.

Stiles now had two betas and it was both strange and not strange how easy it was. Of course, Peter came back—somehow—changed. He was no less snarky, but all traces of Kali's manipulation were gone. Stiles felt like a fool for not seeing the change in his brother before he died. Their parents were hovering, their mother always in the same room as her children, fussing over them except for at night and their father's eyes were often glistening with unshed tears. Stiles wasn't bothered by it and of course he didn't blame them. He knew they needed to be near their son just as badly as Stiles needed to be near his older brother.

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"Theo?!"

Theo was missing and nothing Stiles attempted was helping the alpha find him. When he finally caught the scent of his little brother, he was one second too late. He skidded to a stop just as the hole his blue eyed baby brother had slipped into closed up. The last thing he had seen was terror in normally mischievous eyes.

Peter had to pull Stiles back from the edge as the loss of his younger brother was driving him feral. It was happening again. First Peter, and then Theo. Why not Stiles? Was it because of his alpha spark? If that was it, they could have it. He would give anything to get Theo back home safely. He tore out the throat of the dark kitsune whose sword was used to open a portal to hell or rather to purgatory.

Obviously—though Stiles thought it was speciest—weres don't get to go to hell or fucking heaven. No. They all ended up in purgatory, a place, a plane of existence made specifically for "monsters". Wasn't that just lovely?

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"Theo?"

Theo was back? The ground shook and Stiles had to grab Peter's scruff in his jaws to keep his older brother from being flattened by a tree. They had been training in their full shift forms both holding their own. Then, right after Peter had gotten the alpha pinned, there was a loud booming crack that echoed throughout the trees. A to their right tree started to split in half and Stiles acted on instinct, saving his older brother.

They raced to the origin of the earthquake and—"Theo!" Stiles cried out as he tore across the grass to pull his little brother into his arms. The beta was shaking, sniffling and whimpering. With a soft cooing sound, Stiles comforted his brother. The alpha growled and scented his beta, his little brother, tears falling down both of their cheeks. It was even worse losing Theo than it had been losing Peter. Said wolf whimpers and Stiles slings an arm around his older brother too, drawing him into the embrace. The three of them stayed huddled together for hours.

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"Stiles?"

Stiles had no idea why, but both of his brothers had been reset in a way. Peter was calmer and more settled now. He met up with Anyla and had several date nights, several coffee dates and several midnight runs under the light of the moon. Stiles wouldn't be surprised if she ended up joining their pack. At least she was from Satomi's pack and not Deucalion's.

Theo was less settled and calm but had more peace at his core. He made his first best friend, a boy named Liam. He came out to Stiles and after being assured it didn't matter to the alpha, Theo asked Liam over to play video games. Their parents told Theo that he could maybe date once he was a freshman.

As for Stiles? Well, he didn't really have time to date or make friends. He spent most of his time training with his father on his role as an alpha. His mother would look at him with a sadness in her eyes as if she knew it was necessary but hated that he was so isolated. Stiles was anchored and centered, at ease with himself and his place in not only his life but in his pack as well.

It made no sense to the alpha why he wasn't like his brothers. He was an asshole like them but then again, his core had always been that of their mother's...magic in origin. He wondered if that had kept him from the kind of fate his brothers had faced.

Peter had died. Peter came back.

Theo had died. Theo came back.

Stiles hadn't died. Stiles never left.

There was always tomorrow. Perhaps one day, Stiles too would face death, but for now, he wouldn't worry about it. Before he could get lost in what ifs—"Alpha come on!" Peter called out. "We're gonna be late and you promised!"

Stiles chuckled and zipped his bag closed. He grabbed the passport and stuck it in his carry on bag. For a moment, he thought about what he had promised. The three brothers were headed to London to see their twin cousins, Malia and Jackson, Erica and Isaac. they would be spending some time with their aunt, Celia and uncle, Thaddeus's pack there. It would be good for them and hopefully they would be able to relax.

"Alpha!" Theo called out. "You coming?!"

"Right behind ya!" Stiles called back.

"Suuuuuuuure!!" Peter and Theo called back teasingly.

A low growl sounded, and three sets of pounding footsteps echoed as the two betas ran from their alpha. All three of them were laughing, feeling weightless and carefree in a way they hadn't been in a long time.

"Stiles?"

Stiles no longer minded being the middle child nor did he mind being the alpha. He would never resent either again. It meant he would always be able to protect his pack, his family and most of all Peter and Theo, Theo and Peter, his asshole brothers who he loved so fiercely and always would.

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Note: The packs and characters are below to help clarify any confusion. In this fic: Malia, Jackson, Erica and Isaac are Stiles, Peter and Theo's cousins. Rosemary Hale and Celia Thatcher are sisters.

Hale Pack

Carson Hale [Alpha] Rosemary Hale [Alpha Mate] Stiles Stilinski [Alpha Heir/Alpha] Peter Hale [Beta] Theo Raeken [Beta] Anyla (OC) [Beta] Liam Dunbar [Beta]

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Thatcher Pack: [Rosemary's Former Pack]

Celia Thatcher [Alpha] Thaddeus Thatcher [Alpha Mate] Erica Reyes [Alpha Heir] Isaac Lahey [Beta] Malia Tate [Beta] Jackson Whittemore [Beta]

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Adolphus Pack:

Deucalion Adolphus [Alpha] Kali Adolphus [Alpha Heir]

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youreastargirl · 1 year

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Okay okay hold on.

You’re telling me that Derek Hale is living in Beacon Hills owning an auto shop and consulting for the sheriff and having a rebellious teenage son who loves the jeep and in the first twenty seconds of being on screen Derek says to the sheriff “Maybe you should call your son?” Like I literally paused it.

Seriously considering keeping it paused and just writing a fanfic to finish it out because this is a beautiful premise that right now is canon. I accept the first 20 minutes of this movie. The rest we can toss.

#teen wolf spoilers #yes I’m watching it #might take me a few days #to watch it in small increments #everything else is ridiculously laughably the dumbest #like I laughed #like they just subbed in someone for Kira???#and the ‘badass’ camera shots and characters and literally laughable #and they used ‘we call him the alpha’ line twice in five minutes like it was not good the first time #I feel like I’m watching a movie script a teenager wrote with things they thought would sound cool #also why is Derek investigating fires #not cool #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #sterek #spoilers #teen wolf movie

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teencopandthesourwolf · 6 days

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Stiles: So you're just like——out here raw dogging life, huh Der-bear?

Derek: Dog jokes? Really, Stiles?

Stiles: Oh my God, I didn't even mean to——hang on, you mean I don't actually need to take quadruple doses of ADHD meds to be funny? BECAUSE I ONLY HAD A DOUBLE DOSE TODAY AND OMG I'M HILARIOUS! Hashtag winning! Hashtag I was just born this way! Hashtag The Stilinski Life! Hashtag How many times can a puny human pump their fist into the air without passing out?!

Stiles: *wobbles on the spot*

Derek: *steadies Stiles with a hand on the puny human's shoulder*

Stiles: Uh... Hashtag what were we talking about??

Boyd: You want me to threaten the pharmacist again, Derek?

Derek: *Le sigh* Please.

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nezmar13 · 12 days

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Working on a new drawing of Derek with Stiles, sharing one breath between themselves

#sterek #sterek fanart #sterek fandom #derek hale x stiles stilinski #alpha derek hale #derek hale werewolf #derek x stiles #derek hale #mate stiles #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf fanart #fanart

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kvtnisseverdeen · 8 months

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feelsforsterek · 1 year

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↳ TRUE ALPHA DEREK HALE SUPREMACY!!

#derek hale #teen wolf #teen wolf spoilers #tyler hoechlin #alpha of my heart #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #teenwolfedit #hoechlinedit #gifs #he didn't die y'all #emissary stiles stilinski healed him right away but they had to fake his death so dumb heaux in beacon hills would mind their business #they took their son with them and are now living happily ever after #canon who #an alpha that sexy simply cannot die like those are facts #also so many people have come back from the dead in this show at this point like... get a grip #do y'all think he was sent to superhell for being gay

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salemsvlog · 3 months

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Sometimes “I’m just a girl” means search for 100 time Stiles is push out of the Hale Pack and Sterek angst on AO3 with hopes that there is a new gut-wrenching fanfic waiting for you to end the day crying.

#salemshit #derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #hell is a teenage girl #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #stiles x derek #stiles is push out of the pack #alpha derek #derek x stiles #hale pack #hale

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 3 months

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Hi I'm looking for a sterek fanfic that I cannot find. What I remember is that it's set in the omegaverse and stiles is an omega and derek is an alpha. Derek donated his clothes to a thrift store where they clean them of the alpha scent. Stiles stole it before it could be cleaned and eventually derek catches their scents mixed. I can't remember anything else about it but if you could help find it I would appreciate it!

I know this one!

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

(1/1 I 17,840 I Explicit I Sterek)

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #alpha/beta/omega #lost fic #anon

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liel28 · 4 months

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I'm a feminist, obviously.

But I wouldn't really mind HIM saving me..

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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As they walked away, Stiles heard Allison call out to them once more. “Add more of that preening in, Mr. Gajos. It’s adorable.”

Stiles grinned, his cheeks flushing bright red, and resolutely ignored his daughter’s smug face as they drove home.

Allison was a second grade teacher and she loved teaching her second grade class. She was in her fifth year of teaching. This year, they were putting on a production of Little Red Riding Hood. One of her particularly sweet girls, who was also one of the brightest students in Allison’s class, got the lead. Rebekah, who preferred to be called Reba, would be playing Little Red but she kept saying she wasn’t scared enough of any of the other kids to make her fear believable.

So, before leaving school on a Friday afternoon, she asked Miss Allison if her daddy could play the wolf. Reba glanced around to make sure everyone else was gone and then whispered, “He’s a at-ual wolf, Miss Allison.”

Allison’s eyes widened in surprise. She too glanced around and then knelt down to be on the same level as Reba. “Do you mean a werewolf?” she whispered.

Reba’s eyes went wide, her lip trembling slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s so cool. I think he’d be perfect to play our big bad wolf then, wouldn't he?”

“Really?”

Allison nodded. “Really. Do you think he’d want to be our big bad wolf?”

Reba nodded with a grin on her face, brushing away a couple stray tears. “Oh definitely.” She tilted her head, chewing her lip in thought and then softly said, “He’s not a bad man or a bad wolf, Miss Allison. He’s very good. He’s the best.”

With a soft and understanding smile, Allison offered her student a tissue. She waited until Reba was looking at her and gently squeezed the girl’s hand. “I understand. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

At those words, Reba hugged her teacher tightly and released all the tension in her body. “Thank you,” she whispered. She smiled when Allison hugged her back. Reba couldn't help but think to herself, ‘My daddy would really like you. I hope you really like my daddy.’

Allison of course decided to reach out to Mr. Gajos. She had him come to the school and revealed what Reba had told her. She watched him tense up at the information, but it was so subtle she almost missed it. However, when she made the same promise to him and gave him a reassuring smile, Stiles found himself relaxing. You could bever be too careful these days, but her heartbeat didn’t stutter when she made her promise. So, although he was surprised by her request, after a bit of convincing, he agreed.

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The rehearsals were a blast, but Allison spent a lot of time giving Stiles extra instructions. The kids watched the two adults, Reba alternating between giggling in amusement and crossing her arms in all the annoyance a seven year old could convey. Her daddy was so silly.

After another growl left Stiles’s mouth, Allison held a hand up. “Nope! You don’t growl at that part.”

When he jumped out from behind the tree set piece and snarled, Allison sighed and came on stage. “Mr. Gajos! Stop with the ‘grrr’ face.”

Finally, when Reba teared up at his scary face, Allison marched up to him and cleared her throat. “Sir! Could you try to sound less scary?”

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After rehearsal, Stiles snapped at her that he was the wolf, not Allison and he would growl if he damn well pleased. “Am I or am I not supposed to be a wolf?”

“You are but even your daughter was scared and–”

“No, I wasn’t, Miss Allison.” Reba peeks out from the tree set piece. “Daddy is just really good at being a wolf.” She giggled when Stiles’s chest puffed out in pride, preening.

It made Allison smile as well and she threw her hands up in the air in defeat. “All right. We need a wolf and you’re passable.”

Stiles’s jaw dropped. “Passable?!” he exclaimed.

“Mhm. Keep coming to rehearsals and we’ll have you stage ready in no time.”

Still gaping, Stiles looked between his laughing daughter and the teasing smile on the teacher’s face. He crossed his arms and huffed. Before he could say anything, Reba had his hand and was urging him off stage. “Come on, Daddy. Time to go home.”

As they walked away, Stiles heard Allison call out to them once more. “Add more of that preening in, Mr. Gajos. It’s adorable.”

Stiles grinned, his cheeks flushing bright red, and resolutely ignored his daughter’s smug face as they drove home.

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The banter between the two adults continued but became more playful after their discussion. The kids loved it and everyone looked forward to the performance coming up just before Thanksgiving break.

Allison showed up the night of the performance in a wine red button up long sleeve blouse, a knee length black skirt, and black stilettos. When Stiles caught sight of her, he had to remind himself to breathe normally.

The play went off without a hitch and the audience cheered until Little Red, Reba Gajos, dragged Allison out and handed her daddy the flowers to give to her teacher.

Stiles passed the bouquet to his daughter’s teacher and Allison buried her smile in the flowers, loving them and finding Stiles’s shyness adorable. All his shyness was worth it though to Stiles for the smile that Allison gave him.

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After everyone left, Ava took Reba home, both his sister and his daughter wishing Stiles good luck and snickering when they told him to break a leg.

With a deep breath to steel himself and a thick swallow, Stiles went to find Allison. He found her tidying up in her classroom, looking at the flowers with a soft smile on her face. For a moment, he just leaned against the door jam, watching her with admiration. Her reaction to the flowers had hope blooming in his chest.

As she retrieved her jacket, Stiles finally spoke up. “Miss Argent?”

Allison perked up and glanced over at him with a shy smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh hello, Mr. Gajos.” She glanced behind him and then met his amber eyed gaze once more. “Where’s our Little Red?”

“She’s with my sister.” His stare was intense, his focus solely on her as he stepped further into the room.

Allison tilted her head, confused about his purpose in being here without his daughter but then swallowed thickly with understanding when Stiles closed the door. For a minute, he leaned against the door and then started to walk across the classroom, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“Whatcha doing there, Mr. Gajos?” Allison asked in a breathy tone, her heart racing with anticipation. She had felt something building between them and wondered if they’d finally address it tonight.

Stiles gave her a smile that was both sweet and downright sexy. When his smile became a wolfish grin, heat pooled in Allison’s stomach, desire bursting like water from a damn. She couldn’t hold back anymore but she waited for his reply.

“Why, I’m catching my prey, Miss Argent.”

“P-Prey?” she breathed.

Stiles nodded and slowly cupped her cheek. “Mhm. You. Do you have any objections?”

Allison shook her head and when he leaned closer, her eyes fluttered closed. She felt him laugh softly against her lips as he whispered, “Good.”

Then their lips met. Allison gasped softly, humming, pleased at the softness he started out with. This was her moment to be Little Red and she was so looking forward to being devoured by the big bad wolf.

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