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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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Werewolf Pyrrha AU: Shopping
Jaune: *shopping with Yang* …let’s see…I’ve got new socks for the boys…chicken for dinner like Pyrrha asked…aaaaaaand…ah! Here we go!
Jaune: *pulls two child harnesses off the shelf*
Yang: What the hell, Jaune? Are you seriously going to put your kids on leashes?!
Jaune: Yang, I get where you’re coming from, but let me paint you a picture…!
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Jaune: *walking Arkos twins to the park* Okay, boys, now stay where your dad can see you okay…?
Arkos kids: *transforming into werewolf pups and sprinting away*
Jaune: Boys nO WAIT!!!!!
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Yang: …okay, I suppose that’s a special case.
Jaune: Yeah, that’s what Pyrrha said.
Jaune: …how are Blake and your kids doing, by the way?
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Yang: *sleeping peacefully*
Bumblekittens: *stealthily creep closer*
Bumblekittens: *pounce on sleeping Yang*
Yang: *jerked awake by assault of sharp kitten teeth* SON of a-!!!!
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Yang: Thanks for reminding me! *grabs bandages*
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