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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: Heart of a Hero: Chapter #1

Pairing: Steo [Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken]

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,864

Warnings:

Minor Character Death Blood & Injury Gunshot Wound School Shooting Mild Violence (Brief Description)

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Summary:

Before he’s even fully conscious of the decision to move, Luka is entering the bathroom. Leo is washing his hands when suddenly, Luka hears a gunshot. Footsteps race past the bathroom door and a radio crackles to life.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Omega Pregnancy

Life has been amazing for the two once again mates. They were looking into moving but hadn’t picked a place yet too focused on now having two little monkeys running around.

Luka is the best big brother, always making sure little brother Leo is safe and happy. Theo dotes on them, and Stiles can’t get enough of the alpha. That may be why they so quickly got pregnant with their next pup.

Their third child is only a year old now and his name is Laiken. Unlike his older brother, Luka, who is an alpha, Laiken is an omega like Leo and their daddy. It’s why Theo and Luka are even more protective over the younger pups.

Lydia and Parrish got married a couple months after Leo was born and then Isaac and Allison got married just before Laiken was born. Erica met an alpha named Brett who transferred in as a cop working under Jordan and they mated just a couple months after Laiken was born. They may have been newly mated, but they seemed like they had known each other for their entire lives.

About halfway through Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken, Theo and Stiles found the one. The house was perfect for their still growing family. It is a beautiful pastel green country home with plenty of room for the kids to grow and play. It has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a basement, an attic and a double garage. Not to mention a tree house that Brett, Jordan, Isaac and Theo built during the second half of Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken.

Every day is a gift, and every night is special. Theo loves coming home to a home cooked meal whenever he works and Stiles has the day off but of course, there is none of that traditional sexist omega role stuff in their home. Nothing makes Theo happier than a content smelling omega mate.

“Hey, kitten,” Theo says softly, curling around his mate’s back where Stiles stands at the stove.

Stiles smiles and leans against his mate, purring when the alpha’s hands cup his swollen belly. He’s only two months along but he’s showing quite a bit already. “Hey. How was work?”

Nipping the omega’s neck, Theo doesn’t answer right away, offering a soft hum against pale skin. “Good, but this is better.”

“You’re welcome,” Stiles says with a grin, his cheeks bright pink at the attention. He will never get tired of being doted on.

Two pairs of feet come barreling towards them and soon, Theo has two monkeys attached to his legs.

“DAAAAAAD!!!” the two boys shriek.

Stiles gives a soft chiding rumble and gestures to their baby brother who is sound asleep in his playpen. “Boys.”

Luka looks at their daddy with a frown. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Leo copies his brother, something he’s doing more and more of lately. “Sowwy 'oo, Da’dy.”

The adorableness of his children makes it hard for Stiles to stay mad. So, he scents them, ruffles their hair and ushers them to the table. His gaze locks with Theo’s and he offers a tired smile.

Sadly, the two parents have some disappointing news for their kids. Tomorrow the boys have career day at school, but both Theo and Stiles will be on shift and unable to attend. After dinner, they’re dropping the boys off at Lydia’s house, so they’ll have a ride to school tomorrow.

Since Stiles cooked, Theo serves them and they all dig in, the boys expressing their absolute love for the food.

Laiken sits in his highchair, giggling as Luka and Leo make funny faces at him. It results in a very messy baby with the spaghetti sauce all over his little face, but it makes Stiles smile fondly just the same. His little family is happy, healthy and content. What more could he want?

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

“Why can’t we stay home, Dad?” Luka asks as he looks out the window of the SUV.

Theo glances in the rearview mirror at his son and sighs softly. “Daddy and I have to work, pup.”

Luka sniffles. “Daddy is gonna miss my story though.” He glances at Leo when the younger boy squeezes his hand. Even as sleepy as he is, Leo recognizes when his brother is upset.

“I know. Daddy and I are so very sorry, Luka, but Aunt Lydia is going to record it for me and daddy to watch later. We’ll be there to pick you up from school. Okay?”

They pull into the driveway, seeing Lydia and Jordan already waiting for them. Theo is grateful to have his mate back and he promised Lydia he wouldn’t hurt Stiles again. The way the redhead hugs him tonight is another acknowledgement of the alpha’s kept promise to keep her brother happy, healthy and to love him no matter what.

Luka doesn’t want his dad to leave but he knows sleep is very important. Otherwise, people might get hurt if dad is too sleepy. So, he wraps his arms around his dad and scents him, hugging the alpha tightly.

Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jordan let him and Leo stay on the steps until the SUV is out of sight, but then it’s bedtime.

Stiles drops Laiken off with Allison, grateful she has the day off tomorrow and not wanting to overwhelm his sister with all three boys at once.

When the two parents arrive home, they manage to go about their nightly routine and exchange a couple brief and chaste kisses before slipping under the covers. By the time they are settled with the lights off, it’s just half past eight. That should give them plenty of time to sleep. Theo’s hands, even in sleep, cradle the baby bump protectively, the omega’s back flush against the alpha’s chest the entire night.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Breakfast is yummy and Luka loves oatmeal with brown sugar. He still makes a face when Leo gobbles up raisins with his brown sugar oatmeal. The younger pup is more a fan of dried fruit than fresh fruit which Luka thinks is weird, but he loves his little brother as he is, even if he likes wrinkly fruit. It’s almost eight thirty and soon, they’ll leave for school.

Luka, who is eight, is now in third grade and his brother Leo, who is three, is in preschool. Their youngest sibling, Laiken, is only a year old and stays with Aunt Allison instead of going to daycare.

Today is career day at their school, but unfortunately, their dads aren’t able to come to career day. They had told Leo and Luka last night when dropping them off at Aunt Lydia’s that they would come as soon as their shifts were over.

However, that won’t be possible because just before six am, there was a fire and their dad had to be on scene. Then just before six thirty am there was an emergency pile up on the highway that their daddy got called in for. It was Aunt Lydia who got the boys to school. She told them on the way there that their parents had texted her about the emergencies.

Of course, Luka is disappointed. He has kept his story a secret so he could surprise his daddy, but he won’t get to surprise him now. Still, despite his disappointment, Luka understands and proceeds to listen to his classmates read their stories about who their heroes are.

“My hero is my grandpa. He fought in the war and won a purple heart. He even let me hold it one time. The reason he’s my hero isn’t because he won a medal or because he fought in a war but because he was the one who taught me how to not be afraid to be myself even when everyone else said I shouldn’t be me,” a boy named Carter says.

Luka stares down at his own paper, the words of his peers washing over him and wonders if his story is good enough to convey just how much he loves his hero. Sometimes words don’t seem like enough even though he has a lot of them.

For a long time, it was just him and his daddy. Then dad came back and now they have Leo and Laiken, Aunt Lydia, Uncle Jordan, Aunt Ally, Uncle Isaac and Auntie Erica with her new mate Uncle Brett. Despite having all those people, Luka remembers nights when it was just him and his daddy. Luka wants to be just like his daddy, especially because he is just as protective of his brothers Leo and Laiken as his daddy is of all of them. It would be cool to be someone’s hero one day.

When the teacher calls his name, Luka goes to the front and takes a deep breath. Once he steadies himself, he begins to read from his paper.

“My name is Lukanus but I like to be called Luka. When Ms. Peterson said we have to write a story about our hero, I knew right away who I would choose. My hero is my daddy. He’s a nurse, a paramedic and a detective. My daddy helps lots of people and even saved my dad. When I was little it was just me and my daddy and no matter what, he was always there.

“He taught me how to love, how to forgive, how to be strong when it’s hardest and how to keep going when I thought it was too hard. My daddy is the bravest, smartest, strongest and best person in the whole wide universe. He also taught me that biology doesn’t make anyone less than anyone else. He’s an omega and he taught me what that means.

“I love my daddy so very much and want to be just like him. I want to be the kind of man, kind of person, kind of human being my daddy is because if there were more people like him, then the world would be the safest and best place ever. He’s been given accolades by the police force, the hospital and the city for his efforts in protecting lives.

“My daddy was named Hero of the Year twice and got to meet the president but even though those things are really cool and not everybody can say those things have happened to their daddy, that’s not why he is my hero. He’s my hero because he taught me what it means to be a man and what it means to be a good human being.

“I watch him with my dad and know what it means to love someone unconditionally. I watch him with my younger brothers and know what it means to protect someone with everything you have. I watch my daddy and I wanna be just like him when I grow up. I’m already doing my best to embody all that is my daddy.

“I am grateful that my daddy is my daddy and because of who he is and what he’s done for me my whole life, he is my hero.”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Luka did really well reading his story, at least he thinks he did good, based on the smile on Aunt Lydia’s face. She has recorded it on her phone so his daddy can see it later. She has to get to work now but hugs him tightly and kisses his forehead. “I’m proud of you, pup. You did really well.”

“Really?” Luka says.

“Really really.”

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” he asks quietly, chewing his lip.

Lydia’s expression softens as she pulls her nephew into a tight embrace. “He’s going to love it.” With another kiss to Luka’s forehead, Lydia heads out, sending him another smile over her shoulder.

Everyone has read their hero story now and it’s time for math. Then they’ll have lunch. After reading his story and having been a bit nervous, Luka raises his hand to ask if he can go get a drink.

“Of course, Luka. Take the pass and come right back. Okay?” Ms. Peterson says.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” Luka takes the pass and leaves the classroom.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

During this past summer, Luka spent a lot of time at the school since his daddy teaches CPR and First Aid classes. So, he is easily able to find his way to the water fountain.

He notices his brother Leo going into the bathroom and smiles at him before pressing the bar to get a drink. It’s while Luka is getting a drink at the water fountain that his tummy gets a knot of worry. Something isn’t right. Dad always says to trust his instincts because they will never steer him wrong.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Luka’s eyes widen in fear, but Leo hasn’t noticed yet and he intends to make sure Leo is safe. He quickly locks the bathroom door and goes over to his brother. “Leo?”

The boy looks up at him and tilts his head at his older brother’s expression. “Wuka otay?”

“I’m okay but we’re going to play a game. Okay?”

Leo smiles, his eyes lighting up. “Otay! Wha’ ‘ame?”

Footsteps echo louder and louder, a bang sounding on the bathroom door. Luka is grateful he locked it. Searching for an escape, he sees the window. “This way, Leo,” he says, keeping his voice low. “We’re gonna play spies. You gotta squeeze through here and go tell Aunt Lydia the secret code.”

“Otay!” Leo says and giggles when Luka lifts him up and pushes him out the window. “Wha’ ‘ode Wuka?”

Luka swallows thickly. “I love you, braciszek.”

Leo tilts his head and smiles. “Wuv you ‘oo, Wuka!”

“Go find Aunt Lydia. Go!” Luka says urgently.

“Otay! I ‘o.

Luka nods, holding back tears. "Okay. Go," he says with more urgency.

Leo nods and waves. "Bah, Wuka!”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Just as Leo is out of sight, the door is kicked in and a man enters with a big gun in his hands. When the shooter enters the bathroom, time seems to slow down. Dark eyes with hate and rage in them zero in on Luka. The man raises his gun and without remorse or any sign of care, the shooter pulls the trigger.

BANG!

The sound is deafening, and Luka lets out a barely audible gasp. The bullet hits Luka right in the stomach and the little alpha is too stunned to do anything but gape in shock.

Meanwhile, the shooter kicks open each stall door and then leaves, time resuming its normal speed once more. Luka is so glad he got his brother out. He falls to the ground and coughs wetly, his vision blurring.

Luka still hears bangs sporadically but they’re getting softer which means further away. He’s so sleepy but he can’t sleep. Not yet. Not until daddy comes. Daddy will—Daddy will make it all better. After all, daddy is Luka’s hero.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles has just gotten back from the ICU where a victim of the pileup is finally stabilized. Jordan hands him a cup of coffee and Stiles sends his brother in law a grateful tired smile.

Jordan’s radio crackles, interrupting their conversation.

“10-71 in progress. Barker Aspen Elementary school.”

Time freezes, the coffee cup slipping from the omega’s fingers, his vision going nearly black. That’s where Luka and Leo are. Jordan is so focused on the call code he misses Stiles’s immediate exit. By the time he notices, Stiles is already almost to the school, uncaring of speed limits.

Stiles can barely form any coherent thoughts and by now he recognizes the signs enough to know he won’t be saying anything even if he could form thoughts. The omega can’t feel the bond with his eldest son. It is taking everything he has not to go omega feral and right now, he is about to drop off the edge, into that ferality. Stiles can only thank whoever is watching over them that their youngest is with Allison today.

He idly wonders where Theo is and whether or not the alpha knows about the shooting. That thought slips away from him when the faintest thump comes through his bond with Luka and nothing else matters to Stiles now except his son.

If anyone was to scent his emotions before he entered the school, they would catch terror, grief and guilt. Chemosignals do help when the person exuding them can’t. With Stiles now omega feral and nonverbal, he won’t have anything for them when it comes to his state of mind.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles tugs on his offspring's bond and it leads him to a bathroom halfway between Luka and Leo’s classrooms. The door is only connected with one hinge, but Stiles ignores the splinters he gets as he pushes into the small room.

It’s there that he finds his son. Luka is silent and still and so very very pale. It takes a second for Stiles’s eyes to process what his nose already has. His pup is lying in a pool of blood. All sense and humanity leave the omega and he is lost to instinct as he falls to his knees splattering crimson everywhere. His hands cup his son’s face, claws careful not to break the skin as he lets out a high pitched whine of fear and grief.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Lydia has Leo in her arms and the poor thing is so confused. Lydia works in an office space just next door to the school and was shocked when Leo wandered over but as soon as he told her what happened, she phoned the police, and Isaac who had heard from Jordan. Stiles was missing.

When Isaac arrives at the school he goes right up to Lydia and his second godson. “Stiles?” he says quietly so as not to disturb a now sleeping Leo.

“Kindergarten bathroom. Isaac it’s—”

“It’ll be okay, Lyds,” Isaac says and gently scents both her and the pup before heading inside to find his best friend.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

The omega has pulled his son into his lap and is rocking back and forth, his thumb pressed lightly against the pulse point of his son’s throat. It’s the only thing keeping him grounded in some way, knowing that his son isn’t gone yet. He doesn’t care about the slick feeling of the blood. He doesn’t care about the splinters in his skin. All he cares about is his little monkey.

When Isaac finds his best friend, his godson’s daddy is completely feral. Normally, Theo would be enough to calm Stiles, but he isn’t there and all Stiles can see is the blood. Luka manages to slur out a single word. “L’o?”

“Safe,” Isaac says.

Stiles snarls slightly, his focus on his son but his body tenses in preparation to fight if need be.

Isaac remains hovering nearby, knowing better than to get between an omega and his child. He’s grateful that Lydia has Leo as they can’t let Leo see Luka like this. He idly looks at the officers standing just down the hall and feels a rush of relief hit him when he hears them say the shooter is dead. Perhaps Isaac should feel bad for being glad, but he doesn’t. Not with the state his best friend is in because of the shooter.

After all the months of being there for every step of Stiles’s first pregnancy, Isaac knows the reason his best friend is feral and has gone nonverbal. He kneels down, his own beta scent not posing a threat like an alpha’s scent would. “Miko?” he whispers.

He gets no response from the omega who hasn’t stopped rocking his son or stopped caressing the boy’s pulse point with a needy whine. Stiles’s hands are slick with blood, and he looks lost, but then something ignites inside him, his body stilling. A wave of calm washes over him and he snarls.

Isaac stills completely and watches in shock as Stiles sinks his fangs into Luka’s arm with zero hesitation.

There’s not much in the way of blood left but Stiles holds on tight with sharp fangs, unwilling to let go until it’s taken. His eyes flash and his claws are still out, but he never breaks his son’s skin the claws. If Stiles were coherent, he’d realize his fox ears are out now and they swivel in alertness every few seconds. However, none of these things get through to him, his jaw clamped tight to ensure his bite takes.

The boy is startled but hardly feels anything but numb as he looks up at his daddy. “Kn’w yo’d co’e fur ma. Dad’y m’ he’o.”

Isaac is in shock of what he has just witnessed his friend do. Omega bites are rare and only used when—He swallows thickly at the slowly strengthening heartbeat of his godson. No wonder Stiles is feral.

Stiles is even more volatile with his emotions now because he is once again pregnant. This time they are hoping for their first baby girl. The two mates haven’t even told their boys about the baby yet. Isaac is hoping to hell that Luka survives as Luka in particular has been wanting a baby sister and if Luka doesn’t make it, Isaac isn’t sure they’ll get Stiles back.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When the ambulance comes and loads Luka up after Isaac finishes stabilizing him, Stiles lets out a persistent snarl at anyone who gets too close. Only Isaac handing the omega a sweatshirt of Theo’s with the alpha’s scent, calms Stiles down enough to let the rescue workers close the ambulance doors. Soon, they are on their way to the hospital.

As the ambulance gets further away, Isaac pulls out his phone and calls Theo. Since Stiles and Theo had gotten back together nearly four years ago, Isaac and Theo have become really good friends though not as good as he and Stiles are. After all, Isaac and Stiles have known each other since they were children. They were the first person they each came out to, Isaac coming out as bisexual when they were twelve and Stiles coming out as gay when they were thirteen.

His heart clenches as he calls his friend’s number. Isaac hates that he has such terrible news to give his friend, but he doesn’t want Theo to go in blind. He doesn’t want the alpha to be shocked when he arrives at the hospital to find his mate feral, and nonverbal. That is not even considering just how deep into his instincts Stiles is now.

Isaac has never seen his best friend with fangs, claws and glowing eyes but it’s not as shocking as it might be to others. After all, Isaac would have gone full primal too if it had been his eldest pup with a gunshot wound in his little tummy. For all that alphas are considered fiercer, it is omegas who truly are the fiercest especially when it comes to their families and even more so when it comes to their pups.

“Isaac? What’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital, Theo. It’s Luka.”

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sterek-exchange · 1 year

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B-Reading Romance for Winchesterek

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale/Lydia Martin, past Stiles Stilinski/Original Male Character Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Lydia Martin, Julian (OC), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mpreg, Kid Fic, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Alpha Laura Hale, Omega Lydia Martin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Derek Hale, Good Parent Stiles Stilinski, Parent Stiles Stiinski, Cute Kids, Emerald (Emmy) Stilinsk (OC), Milo Stiinski (OC), Amethyst Stilinski-Hale (OC), Otis Stilinski-Hale (OC), Elizabeth Stilinski-Hale (OC), Elijah Stilinski-Hale (OC), Elliot Stilinski-Hale (OC), Jade Hale-Martin (OC), Ollie Hale-Martin (OC), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Heat Sex, Good Alpha Derek Hale, Protective Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Claiming Bites, Claiming, Safety, Protective Laura Hale, Restaurant Owner Laura Hale, Artist Derek Hale, gallery owner Derek hale, Photographer Lydia Martin, Writer Stiles Stilinski, Head Chef Stiles Stilinski, Sexual Content, Mild Sexual Content, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Language, Verbal Abuse, Verbal Humiliation, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale is Good at Feelings, Derek Hale is Good With Kids Words: 15529 Summary: Stiles Stilinski is an omega and the father of two very adorable children Emerald (Emmy) and Milo. He loves them with every fiber of his being and will do anything to protect them. His fierce protectiveness of his children is how he finds himself outside a local restaurant with a safe place sign. Stiles has no thoughts beyond keeping his kids safe but seeing the gorgeous alpha who smells like safety and home allows the tension to bleed out of him. He is safe now.

Stiles sets the table with his two-year-old son, Milo on his hip. “Dada upper?” Milo asks.

“Yes angel. Supper time. Are you hungry?” Milo nods and Stiles hears the pitter patter of feet barreling towards him. “Emmy?” The pitter patter stops. “Walk please.”

“Sorry daddy,” his four-year-old daughter, Emerald (Emmy) says quietly before grabbing onto his pant leg.

“It’s okay angel. Did you wash your hands?” She nods. “Good girl. Let’s get you in your chair then.” He sets Milo in his highchair and buckles him in before helping Emmy into her chair.

“She needs to do that on her own,” a gruff voice states.

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the-cookie-of-doom · 4 years

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Forever Is a Long Time

The forest was dangerous. Little boys and girls were warned never to go too far past the tree line; it was haunted, some said. Or filled with creatures that hungered for the taste of sweet, young flesh, other’s claimed. The other children in the village were content to stay far away from the forest, but Stiles had always been too curious for his own good, willfully ignorant to his mother’s claims that a young man like him would make quite the tasty snack for the beasts lurking within. Stiles grew up on her tales of the monsters hiding in the shadows of the trees, and under the glass-still surface of the lake.

“How do you know what’s in there, if you’ve never been?” Stiles skeptically asked once. Claudia looked at him with her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed; Stiles was six years old and too clever for his own good. He questioned everything.

“Because… of the bodies we find on the edge of the woods… bones spit out by the big monsters that ate them!” Stiles giggled in delight when Claudia lunged for him, her fingers crooked into claws and teeth bared in a sharp grin.

The wise man in the village said Stiles was born with the heart of a lion and the mind of an ox. He was frighteningly fearless, and maddeningly headstrong; despite his parents’ best efforts, they couldn’t keep him out of the cursed forest.

Ever since Stiles was a child, he called the place his home. Never once had he seen the so-called monsters as he walked through the trees and swam in the streams that fed into rivers, all eventually leading to the fathomless lake in the middle. So dark the water was cast in permanent shadow, a black mirror held up to the heavens. Stiles was fearless, but for sixteen years, he wasn’t brave enough to ever dip a toe in the inky waters.

He did, however, get close. Along the edge of the lake grew the sweetest berries he ever tasted, and it was the only place in the whole forest he could find them. A year later from the first time Stiles stepped foot in the lake—a brief test to prove to himself there was nothing in the water, and slowly he worked up to swimming out into the deep—he floated in the middle, eating his way through a handful of bright pink berries. He hummed softly, listening to the birds; they were a faint tune on the soft breeze. Sound carried strangely over the still black water. Lying out there he felt like he was a part of the forest itself, at peace with his brief disappearance from the human world.

Then something grabbed his ankle.

It jerked him under the water before he had a chance to breathe in more than a startled gasp for air, nowhere near enough to fill his lungs. Already they began to ache as he was dragged down to the fathomless depths, the light above him fading away, his only hope of salvation. Looking down, Stiles could just make out pearlescent skin shimmering in the water. The creature turned to him and bared its needlepoint teeth like a barracuda.

Stiles couldn’t so much as scream before he was released, left to frantically kick back up to the surface where he took in ragged gulps of air, the only sound over the silent lake. It was eerie, the way his splashes echoed. Stiles tried to pull himself towards the shore—why did he let himself get so far away—when he heard the creature surface behind him. Sharp laughter followed.

There, no more than a few feet away: the creature that tried to drown him. It’s eyes were still milky white, slowly fading to black-brown. It’s teeth were sharp, but no longer as long—retracted to a human length.

“Mitch!” Stiles gasped, his chest still heaving, his heart hammering within. “You’re a fucking asshole.” The creature gave him a grotesque grin.

“I could taste your fear the second I pulled you under the water.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I pissed myself!”

“You’re so easy to scare, I almost feel bad.” Mitch swam closer to Stiles, gliding easily through the water with several flicks of his powerful tail. He snapped his teeth playfully, circled Stiles like a shark. Stiles shivered when sharp claws raked lightly over his bare back, whipping around to keep Mitch in his sights. He was so cold compared to Stiles’ warmth. Always so cold. Like a corpse. “Consider it payback.”

Stiles grimaced. “I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner,” he said sincerely. “You know how hard it is for me to get away.”

“Hmm… apology accepted.” Mitch stopped idly pacing around Stiles and caught him in his tail, coiled around his legs like a snake not yet constricting. He held Stiles close, trapped. Stiles didn’t try to escape. “I’ve not forgiven you, though; I’ve been bored without you to entertain me.” There was only so much to do in his lake, and it’s been weeks since Stiles came to him.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Stiles smiled and ran his hands down Mitch’s chest, his smooth skin turning to scale where his hips would be, if he were human. Instead his tail kept them afloat effortlessly, shifting and tightening around Stiles’ legs. “Do you think you could forgive me then?”

Mitch bit his tongue to conceal a smile when Stiles kiss his neck, his mouth hot against his skin. He shuddered when Stiles tongued the thin slits of his gills, his claws dug into Stiles’ narrow waist as he tilted his head back. “Maybe…”

***

“I wish you would stay,” Mitch said. After what felt like hours he followed Stiles to the shore, curled up beside him on the warm, wet sand. The sun began its descent a while ago, and it was nearing time for his human to leave. Mitch tightened his arms around Stiles’ waist, keeping the human where he was, sprawled warmly across his chest. When Stiles looked at him, his smile was dampened with sadness.

“I want to,” Stiles said, hating the way Mitch perked, thinking that maybe this time, Stiles would. “But I can’t leave my family. You know that.”

Mitch growled, a sound like gnashing bones between his teeth. “I know.” His tail twitched unhappily, fins slapping against the sand. Stiles kissed him placatingly, fearless of the dagger-like teeth concealed behind his soft lips.

“I will stay with you,” Stiles promised, a soft whisper between them. “Not today, but one day, when they don’t need me anymore. I’ll stay. Forever.”

Mitch was skeptical, Stiles could see it in his narrowed, calculating eyes, black like a starless night. He tugged on a lock of his lover’s damp hair, twirled it between his fingers, until eventually Mitch sighed. He leaned into Stiles’ touch, nuzzled his hand softly.

“Do you mean it?”

“I do. I want to be with you more than anything…. If you’re willing to wait for me?” It was a lot to ask. Stiles knotted with the fear that Mitch wouldn’t be willing to wait; maybe someday, before Stiles was ready to leave his world behind, some other human stumbled into the lake the same way Stiles did. Maybe they would be willing to leave everything behind for the being beneath the waters; maybe Mitch would forget all about him in favor of someone who wouldn’t string him along like a bait fish.

Like he knew the maudlin thoughts darkening Stiles’ mind, Mitch cupped his cheek with a webbed hand, looked into his eyes, and said, “I am. I’ll wait as long as it takes. “ He smiled wryly, “What’s another few years when you’ve been alive as long as I have?”

Mitch would always wait for him. Even if when they day came, Stiles was nothing more than a pile of old bones having lived a long life. He would wait until he could make the human his, and keep him in his lake forever.

#cookie writes #Stitch #stiles stiinski #mitch rapp #creature Mitch #he eats people btw #like originally this idea was Dark lol #but dw he probably won't be Stiles #he likes his pet human alive and well #all th emore fun to play with

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writing-in-riverdale · 7 years

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sister | stiles stilinski (teen wolf)

request: could i request a stiles x dereks adopted sister imagine? like season 2 stiles (im only at season 3 ep 14 so don’t want spoilers hahaha) so please? thank you🖤🖤🖤

it was a thursday night and you were sitting in your room with stiles attempting to study for a calculus test on friday morning. it was worth 15% of your grade and let’s face it you’ve never really been good at math

so when your boyfriend offered to come over after school to help you study you didn’t think twice before accepting the boys help

but as the night continued you realised that it wasn’t the best idea to study with the dorky brunette boy, so far you’d spent he night watching a spree movies eating junk food and listening to records.

it was going on 10pm and you’d yet to open your calculus book or doing anything constructive at all.

“stiles” you whine moving from your bed and grabbing your books off your desk “we need to concentrate i can’t flunk again” you complain floppy back onto your bed

“c'mere” he offers shuffling behind me placing a kiss below my ear “stiles not right now” you open your book scribbling down a few formulas as he continues to kiss your neck.

“stiles!” you sulk moaning slightly at his seduction, “oh c'mon we’ve been doing this all night” he pouts causing you to turn around suddenly throwing his off his game.

“stiles are you serious?!” you state annoyance clear in your voice, he was supposed to be helping me pass but so far all his done is distract me and fuel my impending fail.

“we’ve been doing everything BUT studying stiles you know how much this means to me” you state getting a little frustrated.

“you’re not mad at me?” he questions already knowing the answer, you cross your arms “no im just-” he cuts you off attempting to tickle your neck.

you fight off the smile and giggles about to escape from your lips you didn’t want to fool around anymore you needed for him to know you were serious about something for once

“oh c'mon” he tease reaching his hands out to tickling you again and you can no longer keep it burried in

a giggle escapes your lips as your boyfriend tackles you onto your bed tickling your sides. “stop!” you squeal battling him.

you squeeze your eyes shut as your stomach starts to ache as you laugh, breathlessly trying to push on his chest “stiles!!” you squeal

you finally push his chest hard enough for him to loose balance and giving you enough time to push him onto his back and straddle yourself across his waist pinning his arms behind his head

you smirk in victory “gotcha” you tease and he rolls his eyes sitting up and adjusting you in his lap

“fine fine, you got me” you chuckle to yourself releasing your grip on his wrists and placing your hands on the back of his neck

he glances from your lips back to your eyes and then down to your lips again

just as he leans forward to kiss you your bedroom door springs open revealing your furious brother. you spring apart stiles loosing his footing and landing in a heap on the floor.

“i thought i told you to stay away for her” he scowls picking up the poor brunette boy by his t-shirt holding him up against the door to my bedroom

he smacks on the older boys wrist trying to free himself struggling for breathe underneath

“derek!” you tell scrambling from your bed to stop your boyfriend from being strangled by your werewolf brother.

“your hurting him” you yell hitting his arm “stop it please!” you beg the colour in stiles face turning blue.

derek turns and gives you an ice cold glare before letting the boy down

you rush to him as he collapses struggling to breathe “hey your okay” you soothe getting up and shoving your older brother

“what the hell” you hiss

“do you remember what happens last time" he warns glancing at your frazzled boyfriend then back to you

“look at him derek” you pause turning and pointing at the breathless boy “he wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone me”

he turns his cold glare to stiles looking him up and down before turning back to me “yeah your right- just know stilinski you try anything on my sister well your going to wish you never met her”

he laughs glancing between the two siblings, when you realises how serious our expressions were, his eyes widen the smile falling off his pale face.

his eyes dart between the two of you swallowing nervously “yeah your not joking okay!” he smiles with fake enthusiasm you finding yourself laughing walking over to the boy and wrapping him up in a hug

“your such a dork” you giggle placing a kiss on his cheeks

you brother exist your room shaking his head shutting the door with force.

you plop back onto your bed returning to your books, glancing up as stiles stands by your window staring at you “well are you going to help me or what?” I ask placing the pen in my mouth

he smirks mischievously to himself “what now?” you groan closing your book as the teen edges closer to you drawing his hands up infornt of him.

you realise shortly after that he isn’t done with the tickle war, “NO” you warn curling further back into your bed covering your face with your calculus text book

he leaps onto you tickling you aggressively at your sides, you find yourself giving in to the laughter trying to pause the brunette boy off you

guess your winging this test tomorrow

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 years

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This is going to sound confusing but I'm looking for a sterek fic there is a city that is surrounded by a gate and you need special permission to get in and Stiles finds out Derek is his mate but Derek wants nothing to do with it after they sleep together but Stiles or both get really sick. It also has Parrish as a guard and falls in love with Lydia thank you!!

Anon found this one!

I Hunt For You With Bloody Feet by CharWright5

(26/26 I 200,462 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Mates don't always mean happy ever after.”

When twenty-year-old born omega werewolf Stiles Stilinski received that cryptic email from his twin brother—who'd been missing for two years exactly—in a language the two of them had made up, his drive to find Stuart is doubled. The search leads him to Oak Creek, the most secured and heavily fortified city in all of California, where he finds that not only is his brother dead, but also the literal alpha of his Dreams in Derek Hale—who just happens to be his twin's Mate and the main suspect in Stiles' eyes. Despite an agreement to fight mutual feelings, the two are still drawn to each other as they try to solve the case themselves, uncovering a plot that goes deeper than the murder of just one wolf.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stiinski #derek hale #lost fic #anon #Anonymous

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scottrecs · 5 years

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Rec: All the Things these hands can hold

All The Things These Hands Can Hold (8131 words) by ArchWriter Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Parents - Relationship, parental figures - Relationship, Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall & Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Chris Argent, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey & Scott McCall, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Corey Crawford, Hayden Romero, Theo Raeken, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Families of Choice, Pack Family, Parent-Child Relationship, Parenthood, The Sheriff's name is Noah, Post Season 5, Canon Compliant, season 6, Feels, Family Feels Summary: Melissa wasn’t perfect, but she tried her hardest. Noah’s life with law enforcement and the supernatural was no cakewalk, but he pushed on, one unsolved ‘animal attack’ at a time. And Chris figured that family was more than just a code and same last names on the register – it’s a choice.

It would be easy to dismiss it all – to turn a blind eye, to move out of town. But they don’t. They love these kids too much.

#McCall pack #scott mccall #melissa mccall #chris argent #noah stiinski #stiles stilinski #allison argent #isaac lahey #derek hale #lydia martin #gen

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exhuastedpigeon · 7 years

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Back Alley Deals Stiles Stilinski/Jason Todd || Mature || 2,228 Words Also on AO3 Scott sends Stiles to Gotham to look into some missing kids, Stiles finds more than he expected.

The Stiles Stilniski/Jason Todd crossover that no one asked for.

“Go see what’s been happening in Gotham, Stiles. You’ll be fine on your own, Stiles. You’re already on the East Coast, Stiles. There aren’t really vigilantes running the streets of Gotham; that’s an urban legend, Stiles,” Stiles muttered under his breath as he walked down an ally in a pretty seedy looking neighborhood of Gotham City.

Scott asked him to investigate a few missing persons cases in Gotham that had caught the pack’s attention, since the missing people were all teenage werewolf runaways. Stiles didn’t understand why they were even getting involved-- it was clear across the country from their territory, and there were several packs on the East Coast that could handle it. But he was the McCall Pack emissary, and it was his job to go where Scott asked, even if he thought it was dumb.

“I hear talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity,” a voice said from somewhere above him. When Stiles looked up, he saw a shadowy figure clad in leather and kevlar on the fire escape.

“And I hear that dressing up like someone who should be on the pages of a comic book and fighting bad guys in the dead of night is the second,” Stiles shot back, knowing full well that the guy above him could probably beat him in hand to hand combat but not caring.

The guy above him laughed and jumped down, landing heavily on the ground in front of Stiles. He had less than an inch on Stiles’ 6’2”, but he was broader in the shoulders and chest, and he had thighs that Stiles wanted to ride, muscular and clad in tight pants, strapped with gun holsters.

“You’re not from around here are you?” the guy asked, his face obscured by a red helmet, but Stiles could tell he was curious and there was a smile in his voice.

“Nope,” Stiles said, offering nothing more. He was ready to defend himself if it came down to it, but he didn’t feel threatened by the man standing in front of him. He was oddly comfortable being in the current situation.

“This isn’t the best neighborhood,” the man in the red helmet said, taking a step toward him.

“I gathered as much,” Stiles said, letting magic start to pool in his hands just in case something went very wrong.

There was a huff that could have been another laugh, “Want to tell me what you’re doing here? Most of the time when I find out of towners in Crime Alley they aren’t up to any good.”

“Well in my experience people who wear masks that cover their entire face usually aren’t up to any good,” Stiles shot back.

“That’s fair,” The guy said, “I’ll take the mask off if you tell me why you’re hanging out in this alley.”

Stiles nodded and said, “I’m looking for someone.”

The guy didn’t take his helmet off, but he did hit a button on the side and there was a hiss of air as it clicked open, “You gotta give me a little more than that, Bambi.”

“Bambi? Are you fucking kidding me?” Stiles said, rolling his eyes. He had long outgrown his Bambi phase. The guy laughed again and Stiles added, “I’m looking for some missing teenagers.”

“Better,” the guy said, tugging the helmet off and it was Stiles turn to laugh.

“You’re actually wearing a mask under your mask,” he said through his laughter. “Are all the vigilantes in Gotham this extra or is it just you, leather and sinfully tight pants man?”

The guy smirked, taking another step toward Stiles. Stiles didn’t back up, instead he looked into the white lenses where the guy's eyes should have been and smirked back.

“Missing teenagers, huh,” The guy said, running a gloved hand through his sweat damp hair. “I might know a little something about missing teens.”

“Care to share with the class?”

“And what do I get?” The guy asked, “I could find them and save the day, it’s what I do.”

“Oh really? I figured you just hung out in alleys and tried to scare the locals into behaving,” Stiles said, knowing he was toeing the line, but he kind of wanted to see what would happen if he crossed it.

“I have a lot of fucking weapons on me, you should show me a little respect, Bambi,” The guy said, his voice a little rough, his hand resting gently on a gun. It really shouldn’t have been a turn on, but Stiles was a little fucked up when it came to his turn ons.

“I only show respect to people who’ve fucking earned it,” Stiles said, looking back at the line he had just crossed without regrets, “Have you earned it?”

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” The guy said, “Wonder what else does it can do.”

Stiles smirked, enjoying the way red helmet’s white-lensed eyes looked at him as he did, “I could show you if you tell me where to start looking for the missing kids.”

“What’d ya have in mind?” The guy asked, stepping so that he and Stiles were chest to chest, “Something filthy I hope.”

“Got a name I can call you? I like to at least pretend I know the names of guys that I’m about to blow for information,” Stiles said, letting the guy press him against the brick wall in the alley.

“I’m gonna tell you what you need to know,” The guy said quickly, “You don’t have to blow me.”

“I know,” Stiles said, resting a hand cautiously on the guy’s shoulder, “But I want to, so if you don’t want it tell me to stop.”

“Don’t fucking stop,” The guy said, quickly hitting a couple buttons on his suit that Stiles hadn’t seen and added, “If we’re looking for the same kids, you should find them in a warehouse down by the docks, they weren’t hurt, but they were tied up when I did some recon.”

“Good to know,” Stiles said, running a hand down the guy’s chest. “About the name.”

“You can call me Red Hood,” The guy said and Stiles laughed. “What?”

“Nothing, Red, it’s just usually I’m the one going by that kind of nickname,” Stiles said, “Only mine is more of a ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ kind of thing.”

“I’m not seeing anything little about you, Bambi,” Red said and then he kissed Stiles, hot and needy, the kind of kiss Stiles hadn’t had in months.

Red Hood tasted like cigarettes and blue gatorade, a combination that should not have been sexy at all, but the way his thigh had found its way between Stiles’ legs made everything seem sexy.

Stiles' hands found their way to Red’s neck and even though they were nearly the same height he hoisted Stiles up and pinned him against the wall. Stiles wrapped his legs around Red’s waist and lost himself in the kiss.

“Ya know,” Stiles said after a few minutes (Hours? Days?) of making out, “My mouth can do a lot more than this.”

“Fuck,” Red muttered, letting go of Stiles’ thighs and stepping back just enough for Stiles to spin them and pin Red against the wall. “You’re stronger than you look, Bambi.”

“Just because I’m not built like a truck doesn’t mean I’m not strong,” Stiles said, sinking to his knees and unhooking Red’s belt, “I should warn you, once you’ve experienced my blowjobs nothing else will ever compare.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Stiles looked up at Red Hood and smirked as he undid his pants and tugged them low enough that his cock sprung out and he got a handful of muscular ass, “No cup, that’s pretty ballsy.”

“Was that a fuckin’ pun?”

Instead of responding, Stiles took the tip of Red’s cock into his mouth and sucked, relishing the sound of Red’s head thunking against the brick wall and the way he sucked in a breath. Stiles knew that he was good with his mouth, it was one of his many hidden talents, along with talking his way out of most situations, and magic.

Red’s hand found the top of Stiles head and he hung on with a gloved hand, not moving Stiles at all, but like he was grounding himself.

“Fuck,” Red said from above him at Stiles took his entire length down his throat and squeezed his ass.

This wasn’t something that Stiles would normally do. He wasn’t that into public sex and he usually liked to know his partner's real name, but then again, Red didn’t know his name either.

He stopped thinking and just focused on taking as much of Red’s cock as he could into his mouth, on swirling his tongue around the head, on the soft groans that Red was making.

“Shit, your mouth, Bambi, it’s like it was made for this,” Red said and Stiles sucked harder, because he shouldn’t be able to still form sentences.

It didn’t take long before Red was tugging on his hair. Stiles wasn’t sure if it was his talent as a blowjob giver or the fact that the vigilante lifestyle didn’t leave much time for sex, but either way, he pulled off and finished Red off in three strokes.

“My turn,” Red said after a moment, using a newspaper off the ground to clean himself off and zipping his pants up.

Stiles raised an eyebrow, but allowed himself to be pinned against the wall. Red Hood sank to his knees and tugged Stiles pants down. Stiles was already painfully hard and the second that Red’s lips touched his cock Stiles knew he was done for.

“Better make it quick Red,” Stiles said, his head tipped back against the wall. It took everything in him to not buck into Red’s mouth, but he stopped himself. He knew that choking strangers with his dick wasn’t polite.

Red pulled off and Stiles almost whined at the loss of warmth and sensation, “Or what?”

“Or someone will find us,” Stiles said and then let out a soft moan. “Yeah just like that.”

Stiles let his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Red humming around him. He grabbed Red’s shoulder to keep himself balanced and lost himself in the feeling. Whoever this mysterious vigilante was, he knew how to suck dick, because it wasn’t too long before Stiles could feel the heat pooling in his stomach.

“Close,” Stiles said, voice rough, and Red sucked him through it. Stiles gripped his shoulder tighter, his knees going a little weak as he came. “Well that was something.”

“Yeah it was,” Red said smirking, “I’d give you a charming wink but I’m not a douche bag.”

“Well that and you’re wearing a mask,” Stiles shot back, zipping his pants up and making sure he didn’t look too fucked out.

“I’d have people swooning left and right if I didn’t,” Red said with a rough laugh, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag, “Plus I have a super secret identity to protect.”

“Of course,” Stiles said with a snort, “So you do this often?”

“Patrol the streets of Gotham by night or give random guys blow jobs?” Red asked, taking another drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the wall behind him.

“Both?” Stiles asked, running a hand through his hair because he didn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Patrol, yes. Random blowjobs, not as often as I’d like,” Red said with another smirk.

“Good to know,” Stiles said, wondering how to move the conversation forward or end it without being too rude.

“If you’re ever in Gotham again look me up,” Red Hood said, solving the problem for him. He put his helmet back on and pulled himself onto the fire escape. As he spoke a Bat lit up the sky and Red Hood sighed, “Fuckin’ better not be the Joker.”

“Need a hand with that or is there a flock of Bats coming to the rescue,” Stiles asked, making a mental note to do a little more research into Gotham’s vigilante community.

“I’m not even going to help ‘em, those assholes can take care of the city for one night,” Red said, but Stiles had a feeling that Red would be there in a heartbeat if the bat across his chest meant anything.

Instead Stiles changed the subject, “If I were to look you up, would that be under R for Red or H for Hood.”

“It would be under R for 1-800-Rent-a-Bat,” Red said and Stiles burst out laughing, “I didn’t pick the number, it was my dickhead partner.”

“Hope he doesn’t mind you getting blowjobs in alleys from strangers,” Stiles said, “It was nice to meet you Red, can you point me in the direction of the docks?”

“Take a left at the next stoplight and go straight until you hit the water,” Red said, “I’d tell you to keep out of trouble, but with a mouth like that I know you won’t.”

Stiles waved over his shoulder as he jogged toward his rented SUV. Less than an hour later there was a flaming warehouse in his rearview and five shaken but otherwise unharmed teenagers in his backseat.

When Scott asked how Stiles found the kids so quickly Stiles just smiled mischievously and told Scott to not ask questions he didn’t really want the answer to.

#stiles stiinski x jason todd #stiles stilinski #jason todd #teen wolf #tw #dc #Stason #fic

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the-and-sign-anon · 3 years

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Aiding And Harboring A Fugitive

Guardian Angel: Chapter Three

Teen Wolf x Stiinski! Reader

Word count: 1,971

Series Masterlist

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“How often are we gonna have to save your sorry tail?”

“I’m trying not to make a habit of it.”

Derek kept a tight grip on his phone as he ran from the police cars racing after him. Scott was starting to make things more difficult than they had to be. Despite your repeated assurances that Derek wasn’t the alpha, Scott had claimed your old friend was the one responsible for the recent murders around town. This launched a full scale manhunt for the wolf and he was forced to turn to you for help once again.

You sighed when Derek hung up and hoped that he was okay. He’d dropped your call when another car coming from the opposite direction made him skid across the pavement to turn and run into the iron works. You kept glancing into the rearview mirror at the car tailing you. Scott was driving, which you were starting to regret letting him do, while Stiles shouted at him from the passenger’s seat to go faster.

“Scott, I don’t think you’re getting the concept of a car chase…”

“If I go any faster, I could kill us!”

“Well if you don’t go faster, they’ll definitely kill us!”

You looked back again and saw the car turn away.

“Uh… they’re gone.”

You grabbed the radio from the seat beside you and turned up the volume to hear your dad’s voice.

“All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works.”

You sighed heavily as Scott turned to go pick up Derek. When you arrived, Mr. Argent was shooting at him with a crossbow. Stiles threw open his door, then dove into the backseat beside you as Derek jumped in.

“What part of ‘laying low’ seems to escape your understanding?”

“I had him!”

You leaned forward to put a hand on his shoulder and he took a steadying breath.

“Who? The alpha?”

“Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin’ police showed up.”

You swatted at the back of his head and frowned.

“They’re just doing their jobs, Hale.”

“Yeah. Thanks to someone, who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!”

“We get it; Scott was dumb and now you have problems. Can we focus please?”

Scott spared you an offended glance but you ignored him as Stiles spoke up.

“So how did you find him?”

When Derek hesitated, you groaned.

“When are you gonna start trusting us?”

“I do trust you. It’s these two I’m worried about.”

“Well, I can’t make any promises for them, but I think it’s time you took a chance anyway.”

“Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.”

Stiles leaned forward between the seats with a confused look.

“Our chemistry teacher?”

“Why him?”

Scott was trying not to look over at Derek and instead keep his focus on the road.

“I don’t know yet.”

“What’s the second?”

You hoped he had more to go on than the standoffish teacher who seemed to hate Stiles.

“Some kind of symbol.”

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and passed it to you. A vague wolf shape lay in the middle, with a sort of sunburst to the side. You were sure it was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. Scott took his eyes off the road for a second to look and groaned slightly.

“What? You know what this is?”

“I’ve seen it on a necklace. Allison’s necklace.”

You leaned back in your seat and sighed.

“Great.”

You saw Stiles off to school the next morning and spent most of the day working. Your dad tried to keep you out of the bigger cases at the station, but you were allowed to work the front desk and keep records in order. You’d spent so much time there growing up that you knew every officer and had plenty of fond memories with each of them. When school let out, you ran home with your dad to check on Stiles and make sure he wasn’t finding more trouble.

“Hey, Stiles!”

You heard him start to say something, then trail off. As your dad reached the door, Stiles jumped forward and pulled it close so you couldn’t see into the room.

“What’d you say?”

“I… said ‘yo, D-Dad’...?”

Your dad just sighed before pointing to both of you to get your attention.

“Listen, I’ve got something I need to take care of, but I’m gonna be there tonight.”

“We both are.”

“Your first game.”

Stiles nodded, but you could tell his focus was elsewhere.

“Yeah, my first game. It’s great!”

“Awesome!”

You nodded as well, patting your dad’s shoulder to beckon him away from Stiles’s room.

“We’re proud of you, Sty. And so happy for you too.”

“So am I. Happy and proud... of myself.”

“So, they’re really gonna let you play, right?”

“Yeah, dad- I’m first line.”

“I really am proud of you.”

Stiles nodded and let him pull him into a hug. You patted both their shoulders and waited for your dad to leave before following Stiles into his room. You started to ask him what he was hiding, but cut yourself off when you saw Derek behind the door.

“Are you kidding me? Derek, you have got to make more friends.”

He looked the slightest bit embarrassed for hiding in your little brother’s room.

“Did Scott get the necklace or not?”

“No. He’s still working on it. In the meantime, I have another idea we can try.”

Stiles sat at his computer as Derek stuffed his hands in his pockets beside you.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, Sty. What are you thinking of?”

You could feel Derek getting frustrated as Stiles explained his idea, so you rested a hand on his arm. He wasn’t sure how you still had an effect on him, but he felt himself relax under your touch. Before you knew it, Danny Mahealani stood in Stiles’s room staring at him in disbelief.

“You want me to do what?”

“Trace a text.”

Stiles said it like it was the most normal thing in the world to request.

“I came here to do lab work. That’s what lab partners do.”

You sighed and gave the teen a pleading look. Danny was a good kid and you’d gotten along well the handful of times you’d met.

“What even makes you think I know how?”

“I… I looked up your arrest report so…”

“I was thirteen! And they dropped the charges.”

Danny was clearly embarrassed to have that brought up, which you doubted was helping in getting him to trace the text for you.

“That’s not the point, Danny.”

His eyes flickered to you, then back to your brother.

“No. We’re doing lab work.”

Danny sat down and glanced back at Derek, who sat beside you with a book in his hands that you knew he was barely reading. He gestured toward him with his thumb as he whispered to Stiles.

“Who’s he again?”

“Uh, my cousin… Miguel.”

You rolled your eyes as Derek glared at Stiles.

“Is that blood on his shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“He gets bad nosebleeds. Nothing to worry about.”

You saw the look in Stiles’s eyes and tried to stop him from opening his mouth again, but he ignored you.

“Hey, Miguel… I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?”

If looks could kill, Stiles would have been dead on the spot. Derek snapped his book closed and tossed it to you as he stood up. He ripped off his shirt, angrily throwing it to the floor before reaching for one from Stiles’s top drawer. You stifled a laugh as he stared down at the shirt, which had to be at least two sizes too small for him.

“So anyway, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-”

“Uh, Stiles…?”

Your brother turned back to see the glare on Derek’s face.

“This?” He held up the shirt for Stiles and Danny to see. “No fit.”

“Then try something else on.”

You watched Derek grab another shirt and yank it on, grumbling to himself all the while. Danny was still watching him, which Stiles noticed immediately.

“Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh Danny?”

“Huh?”

He looked uncomfortable at being called out for staring and tried to come up with something to say.

“The shirt?”

“It’s… it’s not really his color.”

Derek sighed, clearly trying to keep his cool, and ripped it back off. You were really struggling to keep your own composure as Stiles and Danny whispered back and forth. It didn’t take long for Danny to figure it out once Stiles gave him the information he needed. You all gathered around the computer to look at what he found.

“The text was sent from a computer.” He pointed to the words on the screen. “This one.”

Derek leaned closer.

“Registered to that account name?”

“No, no, no, no.”

“That can’t be right.”

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It just wasn’t possible. You must have been reading it wrong.

Account registered to: Beacon Hills Hospital- Melissa McCall

You waited outside the Jeep while Stiles called Scott. You needed a minute to breathe after spending all afternoon with your feuding brother and friend. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but neither of them looked happy. After Stiles put his phone down, Derek slammed his head into the steering wheel. You could almost hear his groan of pain, but you could only find a little bit of sympathy for him. Neither of them had been easy to deal with recently and you were ready to smack both boys yourself.

Stiles stumbled out of his car and you grabbed his elbow for a second to get his attention.

“You okay?”

“Other than your boyfriend slamming my head into my steering wheel, I’m great.”

“Sty.”

He sighed and nodded slightly.

“I’m okay. Really.”

“Good. Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You gave a single nod and went back to the Jeep to wait.

Derek stayed on the phone with Stiles as he looked for Melissa but came up empty. He tried telling him to look for Peter’s nurse, but she was gone too.

“He’s not here either.”

“What?”

“He’s gone, Derek.”

You looked at Derek, at a loss for answers as his eyes widened.

“Stiles, get out of there right now! It’s him! He’s the alpha! Get out!”

You were out of the Jeep and halfway to the door by the time Derek caught up to you. You had no idea what you would do when face to face with the alpha, but your need to protect your little brother overrode everything else. You ran through the halls to Peter’s room and found Stiles standing between the nurse and Peter himself. Without another thought, you swung at the nurse, knocking her to the floor completely unconscious. Had you been less freaked out, you might have been impressed with yourself.

“That’s not nice.” That was Peter’s voice. You’d recognize it anywhere. “She’s my nurse.”

“She’s the psychopath helping you kill people.” Derek nodded at you and your brother. “Get out of the way.”

You grabbed Stiles and ducked through the doorway.

“You think I killed Laura on purpose? My own family?”

Peter grabbed Derek as he lunged at him. While he was distracted, you shoved Stiles back down the hall and ran after him. You could still hear the two growling and throwing punches, but it faded from your attention as you and Stiles headed for his Jeep. You couldn’t worry about Derek at the moment. All that mattered was getting Stiles out safely.

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angelstiles-blog1 · 7 years

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scribeoffate · 2 years

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95 - sciles 🥺

bruises

Stiles pulls his long sleeves over his arms. Grimaces at the bruise blossoming from his chest onto his neck. Walks stiffly into the bedroom. Scott is giving him that look. Again.

"I'm not as breakable as you think." He's probably more breakable than anyone thinks, actually. But that's not really the point.

Scott grabs his hand, and Stiles doesn't resist. It won't heal him, but it will help for a moment. It helps Scott to take his pain in some weird masochistic way that he'll never quite understand.

"You could try not barging into the danger."

Stiles smirks. "After you."

whump prompts

thanks for the prompt!

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teenwolf-rarepairs · 5 years

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Teen Wolf Zodiac

This isn’t the signs as teen wolf characters. this is which signs I imagine the characters of teen wolf are based on their personalities and how they act.

Lydia Martin — Aries

Lydia’s creative, fiery, independent and stylish. She’s also energetic, and intelligent. Her world is in constant motion. If a new challenge arises, she tackles it full steam ahead. She has a sizzling personality and is creative in unique ways, but she’s also forceful and impulsive, with lots of drama thrown in for good mesure.

Malia Tate — Taurus

Tauruses are known for being stubborn, a trait Malia definitely has. She’s also fierce and loyal to her friends, determined and unfailingly persistent. She’s not usually emotional, but when she snaps it’s like an explosion. Determined, argumentative, and independent, she also chooses her friendships based on quality and not on quantity.

Ethan and Aiden Steiner — Gemini

No, it’s not because they’re twins though that’s a nice coincidence here. Ethan and Aiden can be social, talkative, and whimsical, but they can also be indecisive and nosy. They’re adventurous and reckless, willing to follow any plan no matter how crazy it might sound, but while being fairly adaptable, they’re also very impulsive and unreliable.

Allison Argent — Cancer

Sensitive, protective and sometimes underestimated. Is not coincidence that she was the best matriarch the Argents had in generations. Allison is sweet and tender hearted, loyal to her family and friends but also petulant and has proved to be quite resentful. She’s artistic and creative, kind, dependable and persistent, a true action taker, but also unforgiving and prone to revenge when it comes to her grudges.

Jackson Whittemore — Leo

I bet you saw this coming. Leo people are natural leaders and passionate people. Just like Jackson, they also are dramatic, self-centered and dominant, able to achieve anything they want to in any area of life they commit to. There is a specific strength to a Leo and their "king of the jungle" status. They can be generous and very loyal, but they’re also arrogant, VERY stubborn and inflexible.

Isaac Lahey — Virgo

Isaac is shy, kind and overly critical of himself and others. He pays attention to the smallest details and has a deep sense of humanity. He worries a lot, and although he’s often tender, his heart might be closed for the outer world. This is a sign often misunderstood, not because they lack the ability to express, but because they won’t accept their feelings as valid, true, or even relevant when opposed to reason.

Scott McCall — Libra

Scott is a libra from head to toes. People born under the sign of Libra are peaceful, fair, and they hate being alone. Partnership is very important for them. These individuals are fascinated by balance and symmetry, they are in a constant chase for justice and equality, and hate violence and injustice. This is someone ready to do nearly anything to avoid conflict, keeping the peace whenever possible.

Erica Reyes — Scorpio

Sexy, mysterious, stubborn and passionate. Once Erica has the chance to be herself, unbound, this is what she becomes. Scorpio-born are passionate and assertive people. They are determined and decisive, though they have a tendency to be violent or aggressive in some way. Honesty and loyalty are the two qualities that make Scorpio a great friend. They are quick-witted and intelligent, so they would feel better to be in the company of witty and fun people.

Braeden — Sagittarius

Braeden is strong, independent and open-minded, all great sagittarius traits. She’s also curious and energetic, Sagittarius is extrovert and enthusiastic, they like changes. Sagittarius-born are able to transform their thoughts into concrete actions and they will do anything to achieve their goals. Freedom is their greatest treasure,Because of their honesty, Sagittarius-born are often impatient and tactless when they need to say or do something.

Derek Hale — Capricorn

Derek, as it happened with Scott, seems to be the epitome of his zodiac sign. His positive traits sometimes become his flaws when stretched too far: he’s ambitious and persistent but also relentless, he’s realistic and down-to-earth but it traslates in pessimism. Capricorns guard they emotions very closely, and can be very possessive of their people. Their discipline can be seen as uptightness, but underneath it all they have tender hearts, fierce loyalty and deep love for their family and (very few) friends.

Stiles Stiinski — Aquarius

Stiles is progressive, original, independent and humanitarian but also temperamental and sometimes aloof. Like most aquarius-born, he’s eccentric and energetic they are deep thinkers and highly intellectual people who love helping others. They are able to see without prejudice, on both sides, which makes them people who can easily solve problems.Although they can easily adapt to the energy that surrounds them, Aquarius is an air sign, and as such, uses his mind at every opportunity. If there is no mental stimulation, they are bored and lack a motivation to achieve the best result.

Kira Yukimura — Pisces

Kira is gentle, compassionate, intuitive shy and sensitive. Like most pisces, she’s very friendly. They often find themselves in a company of very different people. Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back, and as a water sign this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity.

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