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sapphireginger · 1 year ago

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Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,821

Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Summary:

He decided to take a hot shower and once he was inside, he sighed. His shoulders felt as though they bore the weight of the world on them. He pressed the palms of his hands against the tiles, resting his head against the wall and letting the scalding water remove the tension from his body. His mind was at war with his heart when it came to the woman in his bed. He couldn't bear a repeat of Sasha, but should he tell Posy now or wait and—

The bathroom door opened, footsteps echoing as they came closer and then stopped just outside the shower. He glanced towards the glass to see Persephone watching him with an expression of concern. Her eyes were dark, and she looked even more like something other than she had earlier in the evening.

Created For: @anyfandomaubingo / Square Filled: 1940s AU

New York City, New York - 1947

Senator Stiles Stilinski, known to the darker side as Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos, stepped into the prestigious bar known as Hades Inferno. It was founded by a man named Hayes. It was an establishment only available to a select clientele. You had to be someone, and you had to know someone to get an in. Well, Stiles, Mieszko, was definitely someone and he knew someone. So, he had gotten an in ages ago from the owner himself. The owner was an older man whose looks were not to be trusted. He may have looked older, but he was the strongest man that Mieszko had ever met. His name was Zeno. He was an interesting, but private man.

Mieszko had often gotten a private look at the man's collection of books. He had spent hours reading mythology and lore books when he wasn't running his organization. The bar was a safe haven for the crime boss and that was where he found himself tonight.

✦•🥃•✦

Mieszko needed a drink. Yep. He needed to get sloshed and that was what he was doing. Not even an hour ago he caught his fiancé in bed, with one of his men—his now ex-fiancé’s bodyguard—named Jayme. He wanted to make them pay as soon as he saw them together, but he resisted—barely—and merely ordered them to leave. So, really, he didn’t physically do anything except kick them out. Well, he didn’t do anything physically to his ex-fiancé but to Jayme? Well, he was swimming with the fishes as they say. Mieszko smirked at that memory.

He stayed to make sure they both really did leave his home. He may or may not have also broken his ex's finger to get his ring back. Not that he needed to do such a thing but well it was only a finger. He could’ve broken her leg. It wasn't exactly surprising that she was cheating on him. They hadn't had sex in about as long as he found out they’ve been together. He couldn't help the fact that he worked a lot and therefore he didn’t always feel up to it. If she was in need of it, he didn't know as she never asked. He had all these plans and was going to share them with her after they got married. He was going to fucking bring her in on everything.

Normally, Mieszko would be out on the floor dancing with a pretty girl or entertaining himself with a lovely young thing sitting on his lap, but tonight he just sipped his whiskey, in silence. His hand idly played with a lighter in his pocket as he sat in the shadows. The weight of his gun in his side holster and the knife on his belt grounded him. They reminded him of who and what he was.

✦•🥃•✦

It was around midnight that a hand gently brushed against his upper arm to get his attention. A young lady with long raven curls and bright green eyes smiled at him. Her clothes weren't as fancy as the girls he had found alluring in the past, but it didn't matter to him. She was gorgeous, her clothes aside.

They got to talking and Mieszko was both surprised and not that they seemed to instantly click. It was more surprising to him that she wasn't shy. He was pleased that she hadn't shown any hesitance or fear in approaching him either. He knew the kind of aura he gave off and it pleased him to no end that she wasn’t deterred by it.

While they were not stumbling drunk, they were pretty buzzed. He left with her house phone number, although he considered asking for more. There was something about her that had him wanting to take her home and ravish her until all she remembers was his name. However, they just met, and he could be a patient man. Sometimes. Yes, he could be patient, especially when it was something he wanted, and he wanted her. He was sure he would hear from her soon.

✦•🥃•✦

He was right. They called each other quite a lot, though he couldn't always answer when she phoned him. He did try to pick up every time if he could. He wasn't ready for her to know everything just yet and couldn't risk answering during a meeting or when he was around his frenemies.

His quick answering of the phone and the almost smile on his face when he did, caused murmurs to go through his organization, spreading like wildfire. He didn't care as long as they minded their own business. They all knew what happened to Jayme. So, they kept their mouths shut.

Mostly they were thrilled that he had his eye on someone again. Mieszko did indeed have his eye on someone. Her name was Persephone, and she made him feel much younger than his thirty years. For their first serious date they headed to a restaurant that Mieszko had a share of under his name. Not that she was aware of that of course.

Mieszko was a politician, a senator to be precise, and had to work all day to make sure everything was taken care of. That way he wouldn’t have to worry about it and could just enjoy their evening together. When he told her he would be working a little later than he planned, she suggested meeting him there. He agreed.

✦•🥃•✦

When they arrived, she took his arm, curling her hand over his bicep that he may or may not have flexed to show off. As expected, the line was long, but he was Mr. Gajos. So, he was immediately taken to a table once the manager saw him. Dinner was wonderful and Mieszko was captivated by this young woman.

She was extremely smart, observant and drop dead gorgeous. She was very promising as a significant other. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was wearing a short lavender dress and black Mary Janes with her hair in a twisted shoulder braid.

He himself was outfitted in a long sleeved, lavender button up with a black vest over it and a suit jacket over top of that. The suit jacket was now hanging on the back of his chair having found a home there halfway through their meal. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing toned forearms sporting a light dusting of dark hair. He had on black slacks that paired well with his shoes and tie. As they eat, he noticed her gaze raking over him over and over again. A primal part of him preened at the approval he saw in her eyes.

✦•🥃•✦

It had been a long time since he had been out with a pretty young thing. With his ex he was monogamous—or so he thought—for about a year at least. His ex was very demanding about where they went, what they wore, who saw them, how much they spent and—Speak of the she-devil and she shall appear.

Sasha walked into the building and sashayed over to their table, apparently trying to hide the splint around her finger. She was wearing a blood red dress that gave Mieszko ideas that were not of a sexual nature. Mieszko had to take a drink to keep his smile from showing.

As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

The look Sasha gave Persephone had him feeling protective and made his hackles rise. He was not expecting her to flirt but he also wouldn’t be shocked if she did. They’d had a conversation about their inclinations when it came to sex, when they got together.

Mieszko knew that Sasha being attracted to both men and women didn't necessarily mean that she would get flirty with his date. He had known for a while that she was into both men and women. He promised not to say anything to anyone, but he was tempted to out her right now. If he did, she would be shunned. The idea was very appealing to him and would serve her right.

However, the words she proceeded to seductively impart into Persephone’s ear were obscene. Mieszko hated how uncomfortable Persephone looked, though he also noticed a fire sparking in her eyes. He could feel the tension building and shivered at the want rising inside him. There was something about Persephone, something other and he couldn't wait to find out what it was, assuming she didn't decide they were better off as strangers.

✦•🥃•✦

It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.”

She simply turned to look at him with a quirked brow and smirked. This side of her was what had originally drawn him in. It was different when it was being directed at him and when he knew what she was really like. “You never would stop calling me that.”

“It’s a nickname that��”

“That you gave me,” she sneered. “You couldn’t use just my name like everyone else. You just had to stick out like an eyesore.” She rolled her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder, popping her hip to the side, her arms crossed over her chest. That was another thing she did to gain attention. Her chest was average in size, and she loved pushing them up and out when crossing her arms. He internally rolled his eyes at her shallowness. Of course, he wasn't super deep either, but he had more to him than she did that was for sure.

Mieszko was really tempted to point his gun between her eyes. The cold metal always felt good in his hand and his mind would be silent, his thoughts focused on his target and his target alone. When he held his gun, he was in control, cool, calm and collected. He was Mieczyslaw Gajos, and he was deadly.

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.”

He froze, cold fury sweeping through him, as Sasha laughed cruelly. “Awwww. Looks like someone found a pretty little dolled up floozy to pay attention to them huh? How sweet!” she mocked him with a wink. Her eyes flicked to his date. “Well? You hate it, I’m sure. So, tell him. Tell him you hate it.”

Mieszko swallowed thickly, hating how he let her get away with this. He wasn't planning to waste any more time on her, but he would deal with her if he needed to. In fact, perhaps he would have her tongue. Here he was just trying to have a nice dinner with this young woman who was pretty much his ideal partner in every way and Sasha was sabotaging it. He should’ve gone with his first instinct when he found her with one of his men. If he had, Sasha would be dead, and he'd have Persephone home in his bed.

“Actually, it’s adorable,” Posy said, taking his hand under the table and giving it a squeeze. “Persephone is a family name passed down from generation to generation to the women deserving of it. My brother and my father used to call me Posy when I was growing up. When Mieszko started using it, I felt like the puzzle piece I had been missing fit perfectly. It clicked like he and I clicked,” Persephone said with a soft smile as she met his heated gaze with heat in her own eyes.

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Mieszko blushed crimson, humiliation churning in his gut. He was the one who instilled fear in the hearts of men and women alike. He didn't care what they thought so long as they didn't get in his way, but for Sasha to throw around such blatant lies and slander, her intention of course to defame him, was where he drew a line. How was she getting to him? He was the Mieczyslaw Gajos, and she was just a little gold digging whore. The way she talked about his cock was ridiculous. He was definitely above average by quite a lot.

Plenty of men and women had been unable to walk the next morning because of how good he fucked them. It was interesting that she used to crave being stuffed full by his cock only to decide that little Jayme—who was at least three inches shorter—could serve her better.

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more.

Mieszko pretended to pay attention to her endless yammering, even as he subtly made eye contact with the manager who nodded his understanding. “Stop,” he said, voice low but firm. Really, it was a warning. She was lucky he hadn't done more than warn her, that she was even getting a warning, but it was a warning she of course refused heed. Either she didn't hear the warning disguised in his tone or she didn't care.

Her comments got even more cruel, cutting, biting and downright degrading. Everything he did or said while they were together and some things he didn’t were being laid out for Persephone and the rest of the establishment to hear.

✦•🥃•✦

The other patrons had various expressions in their faces, ranging from annoyance, disgust, disapproval, and anger. Others exhibited an air of sympathy toward him and Posy. He even saw a few people who were looking at Sasha as if she was insane. Of course, the ones bearing an expression questioning her sanity were his men. They knew who and what he was. Sasha didn't have any idea and it was going to cost her, most likely she'd pay with her life. She would have found out who he was and what he did if they had gotten married, but Mieszko was really fucking glad they didn’t.

He felt the desire to maim someone growing ever enticing. Persephone doesn’t deserve to be treated in such a way and that was the nail in Sasha's coffin. People just continued to stare at them. It made him furious, and his hand twitched as if to grab his gun or perhaps his knife. He did think her crimson dress would look even better bloody.

As he went to stand to put an end to her tirade, he noticed Persephone making a fist, her knuckles white as snow from how hard she was clenching them. She was shaking and she looked pissed. Mieszko didn't want her getting even more upset. It was taking everything in him not to land a killing blow as it was.

It had been an amazing date before his ex had made an appearance. Posy made him feel like it was safe to love again. He had never loved Sasha. The last person he remembered loving was his mother and she had died not more than a decade ago. His mother would have loved Persephone, of that, he was sure. He was sad that he wouldn't be getting another date with her. Then again, he too would probably turn and run away from this if he were her or not, considering who he was and what he did.

He told his ex to back off and she towered over him easily since he remained seated. She wasn't as intimidating as she thought she was, but he did really wish he was standing. Instead of doing so however, he simply took another bite of his dinner. The meal was excellent, and he really needed to come again soon.

It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that.

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her.

She tried goading him and then Persephone has had enough. She shoved her chair back, standing from her seat. Mieszko noticed that Sasha flinched at Posy's actions. The room felt darker suddenly and the chill he felt resonated deep within him setting fire to his core. He had to subtly adjust himself and had eyes only for Posy as she said, “Hey! Listen up you evil manipulative disgusting bitch!”

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched.

Said woman smirked. “You better watch it! This man is a-fucking-mazing. He is everything that I have ever wanted. Just because you’re regretting something or missing daddy’s money doesn’t mean you get to waltz in here, act like a whiny bitchy whore and expect us to just sit here and take it.”

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized.

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night.

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away.

They went home together, his place, and ended up in his bedroom, bare beneath the sheets. It was just as phenomenal as he had imagined it would be. She was stunning and he was going to find a way to make her his.

✦•🥃•✦

It was just after one in the morning when Mieszko tore himself away from watching the gorgeous woman as she slept. He slipped silently out of bed and changed back into his date outfit. Before leaving the room, he kissed her forehead, whispering a promise to come back to her.

"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

✦•🥃•✦

An hour later, his driver pulled up to what looked like a sweet innocent little home in the country, at least from the outside. He smirked evilly at such a naive thought. This home was the antithesis of innocent. It was perfect for what he had planned though.

Downstairs, tied up with mascara stained cheeks was pretty little Sasha. Her eyes widened when she saw him and he couldn't help the scoff, hiding his amusement. The look she gave him was ridiculous and sad. She looked at him as though he would save her from what was to come. Of course, he would be doing no such thing. He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his neck as he rolled his shoulders.

Amber eyes darkened as he stepped up to the table. “You know even though I have all the makings of the perfect surgeon, I prefer to use my anatomy knowledge for more personal projects.” His lips curled into a vicious smile, no sign of anything other than the darkness of his soul.

She flinched back from him as he approached her with a sharp scalpel in his hand. He traced the blade down her cheek and then down her throat. “You’ve been such a naughty girl, sweetheart. I’m so disappointed.”

She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her.

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“Sorry for what? Hm?” he hummed, the blade resting at the column of her throat. He could practically see the skin bathed in crimson, but he had always been a patient man when it counted. It would pair beautifully with her dress when he did finally spill it. Perhaps if she had worn any other color, he wouldn't have been picturing this for hours.

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face.

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

She looked at him as though he had betrayed her. Fuck that. “Let's discuss strike one. You earned your first strike when you stole my money. If you wanted or needed my money, all you had to do was come to me and ask for it.”

He nicked her other cheek near her jawline. “Then of course we have strike two. You earned your second strike when you slept with one of my men. If you were unsatisfied, you should have come to me. We both know how much you craved my cock and yet you went to him.”

The scalpel pressed against her jugular, and he loved the way she trembles with terror. Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow without pressing further against the blade. “Last, we have strike three. You earned your third strike when you went after my girl. You’re the one who betrayed me. You spread your legs for him like a hussy and did so more than once, yet you the audacity to show up and cause a scene. I was surprised that Posy snapped back at you, but I was also thrilled.” He sent her a cruel grin., his smile all teeth and very much the predator he had always been. “She has more of a backbone than you’ve ever had.”

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat.

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment.

✦•🥃•✦

As her eyes grew hazy, he recounted her transgressions: the money she stole, the number of times she had sex with Jayme and then started needling at her confidence. He smirked as he told her what everyone must have thought of her tonight. He called her names and then humiliated her like she tried to humiliate him. He unlike her, knew exactly where to hit to break her.

When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing.

“You would have had everything. I would have given you everything. You would have had me and now…” He trailed off, clicking his tongue and tsking at her. His lips were pulled into a pout. He knew how it made his mouth look even more tempting. He was amused how despite being close to death, she managed to lick her lips at the sight. “Now everything is what you lost, and now you have nothing. You are nothing.”

When his hand stroked her hair in a gesture of empty comfort, she pushed into the contact with a whimper. Then and only then, did he finally smile at her. She tried to smile back but couldn't and her face was almost ghostly white now.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said.

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could.

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation.

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything.

✦•🥃•✦

Long fingers without a speck of blood on them—despite blood being everywhere else—wrapped around her throat. His hand squeezed the pale column harder and tighter, most likely and hopefully leaving bruises behind.

She didn't struggle, couldn't as she believed this was what she deserved. She smiled as the light was snuffed out of her eyes and the last of her tears slipped down her cheeks. Her expression was serene and peaceful. Mieszko did so love bringing people to this place of mind break. Between the body and the mind, he preferred to break the mind. It didn't take much to make them think what he wanted was what they wanted. It was an art that he had perfected as he easily rose to power.

“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him.

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees.

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously.

He had to adjust himself as he watched the cement pour, and the blood drain. He shivered as the water flooded the building and groaned at the fire that lit up his car windows when his driver drove away. The explosion nearly had him cumming then and there. He had sent a tip in to his contact in the government about a terrorist attack. After all, the scene would exhibit the signature of a well known terrorist group. Not that anyone needed to know that the terrorist group didn’t actually exist.

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When he arrived back at his house, there was a light on. He stilled in the entryway, concerned that Persephone was awake and had and noticed his absence. So, he stilled, his ears alert for anything out of the ordinary. However, upon ascending the stairs, he found Posy still sound asleep though now she was lying on her back, the sheets leaving very little to the imagination. His eyes flicked to the side, and he sighed in relief. It was just the bathroom light illuminating the darkness of second floor.

When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite.

Mieszko knew she couldn't see or smell the blood on his hands and therefore, she couldn't possibly know what he had done but the soap suds trailing down his body gave him a sense of purification. The soap was washing the torture away, taking some of the stain on his soul away with it as it swirled down the drain.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again.

She always knew when not to push him. She was incredibly smart, observant and calculating. Mieszko was sure that if he didn't tell her, she would figure it out on her own. It was another reason he was torn. He wanted to see her the moment understanding hit her, the moment the realization dawned on her face. He wanted to see her eyes alight with unconditional acceptance of who he was and what he did. Telling her now though, would enable him to gauge her emotions about things and deal with it if need be.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary.

For now, he wouldn't make a decision about anything important in regard to this gorgeous woman. For now, he would give her all of himself—all of himself that he could give—and hoped that when she finally glimpsed the evil darkness of the devil under his mask, that she would embrace it, embrace him. He hoped that she would embrace all of it instead of fearing it and fearing him. By Zeus, he would be hers and all she had to do was be his.

#anyfandomaubingo #afgau #teen wolf #square filled: 1940s au #stiles stilinski #persephone #murder #fire #torture #character death #blood #injury #cutting #crime au #dark stiles stilinski #crime boss stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski speaks greek #stiles stilinski is the son of aphrodite

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winchquinn · 1 year ago

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Hi everyone! I took a break from taking on new roleplay partners, but now I’m open to taking on a few more!

I will give you:

An incredibly patient 30-year-old partner who likes to plot and chat

Plots that are a mix of romance/humor/angst/drama

Any balance of plot to nsfw that you want

Discord-based roleplays (add me there as winchquinn)

Please give me:

A partner who is 18+ and also likes to contribute to the plot & actually reads my pairings & AU ideas (though please feel free to suggest your own!!)

Characters that are over 18+

Lazy-lit posts (I used to go for novellas but I am craving 1-3 paragraph posts, more for intros)

Canon characters

What I’m craving more than anything is taking canon characters and shoving them into AUs, whether other fandoms or just other AU settings.

Pairings/Fandoms

My preferred character in italics. If neither is italicized, I’ll play either!

The Kingsman

• Eggsy Unwin / Harry Hart

Marvel

• Peter Parker / Tony Stark

• Peter Parker / Bucky Barnes

• Peter Parker / Wade Wilson

• Eddie Brock / Venom

• Tony Stark / Stephen Strange

• Loki / Thor

• Loki / Mobius

Sherlock (BBC)

• John Watson / Sherlock

Supernatural

• Dean Winchester / Castiel

• Dean Winchester / Sam Winchester

• Gabriel / Sam Winchester

• Dean Winchester / Castiel / Sam Winchester / Gabriel

Teen Wolf

• Stiles Stilinski / Derek Hale

What We Do in the Shadows

• Guillermo De La Cruz / Nandor the Relentless

AU Settings

• The Hunger Games

• The Last of Us

• Harry Potter (where Hogwarts is university-age or they’re professors)

• Place them in one of the fandoms above

• Crime boss / undercover cop

• College roommates

• Creature / hunter

• Escort / client

• Famous / body guard

Word Bank

• Misunderstandings

• Jealousy/Possessiveness

• Enemies/rivals to lovers

• Unhealthy codependencies

• Near death experiences

• Sneaking around

#rp search #roleplay search #destiel #symbrock #ineffable husbands #hannigram #hartwin #ironstrange #stony #thorki #spideypool #starker #blackbonnet #johnlock #harringrove #wincest #wincestiel #sterek #geraskier

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sterek-ao3feed · 5 months ago

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Just A Game

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56714137

by Hedwig221b

“Don’t worry, kitten,” he smiled widely at Stiles who now stood with his fingers touching his abused lips. Derek couldn’t wait to feel them wrap around his dick. “I’ll be home soon. Get yourself ready for me.”

The gold on Stiles’ ring finger shined in the streetlights as he nodded. He sucked on his bloody lip — god, Stiles would never realize how much of a tease he was — and folded his arms around himself.

He would wait, Derek knew it. Even if they convicted him or if it took years, Stiles would wait.

He would never lie with another. He would never let anyone close.

Words: 1839, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Organized Crime, Mafia Boss Derek Hale, Possessive Derek Hale, POV Derek Hale, Rated For Violence, Everybody Wants Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Relationship, Public Display of Affection, Werewolf Mates

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56714137

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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stereknation · 6 months ago

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Howlin' For You by Lenore

Summary: A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.

Rating: Explicit

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Sheriff Stilinski

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Mystery, Crimes & Criminals, First Time, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Protectiveness, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Frottage, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Not Werewolves, Case Fic, DramaAction/Adventure

Words: 33,050

Chapters: 1/1

#loved the twist #sterek #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfic rec #sterek fic rec #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfiction rec #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #stiles/derek #author: Lenore #stiles stilinski/derek hale #derek hale x stiles stilinski #derek/stiles #teen wolf fan fiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fanfic

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christinesficrecs · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Do you have any fic recs where derek is completely head over heels for stiles from the very beginning?? Like completely in love and smitten ♡ it can be AUs or teen wolf universe ♡

Well, I might know a few. ❤️

Derek's Epic Love Story by arrowofcarnations | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale is good at getting what he wants. Unfortunately, what he wants now is Stiles Stilinski, who doesn't exactly seem to be in the mood for his shit.

Scrubbing Bubbles by MargaretKire | 46K | Explicit

Stiles thought it would be easy doing janitorial work for an office. At first, it really was. The job only took a few hours in the evenings and it helped pay for rent and college. Sure, Hale Industries took up an entire floor in one of the downtown financial buildings, but the place was new and easy to care for. He didn’t even have to spend much time cleaning the huge corner office, because the trash was nearly always empty and the office itself was spotless, like no one used it.

It was basically the perfect college job. At least, until the boss started staying late.

Sidequest by bleep0bleep | 11.4K

Agent Derek Hale has been working up the courage to ask his partner Stiles out on a date (finally!) when he heads out on a solo mission—without Derek. Eager to provide support, Derek arrives in Beacon Hills, only there is no mission, and Stiles' dad thinks Derek is Stiles' boyfriend. Well. It could be worse.

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. by DropsOfAddiction | 14.3K | Explicit

Derek tries and fails to shut his gaping mouth as Stiles arrives at his desk, heartbeat rabbiting a little faster than usual.

Stiles grabs a file out of his desk, muttering something about forgetting to mail it yesterday and needing to get it down to filing by Monday. Derek’s barely paying attention, unable to concentrate with the scent of him right under his nose.

He leans over Derek to grab an empty envelope from their shared stationary tray and Derek knows he’s absolutely fucked when he sees how his trousers are moulded to his perfect ass.

“So.... how do I look?” Stiles asks casually as he stands back up, as if his very presence hasn’t just given Derek a very sudden and uncomfortable boner.

He looks like he should be on the cover of GQ.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW | 5K

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

Put Out the Fire (but not the one in my heart) by omelet | 2.8K

Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

I Intend to be Independently Blue by Loz | 21.7K | Mature

Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn't been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he's been messing with this system, and doesn't even know. Also, there's a wendigo.

sing me a song, piano man by bleep0bleep | 2.2K

Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis | 3K

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell | 35.4K | Mature

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

The Love You Save (May Be Your Own) by Nokomis 17.5K

Everyone falls magically in love with Stiles. Well, except for Derek, who is suspiciously immune.

Wet T-Shirts For Charity by LadyDrace | 2.4K

Derek takes his car to a charity car wash. He didn't realize the wash came with a side of sexual frustration and pining.

How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural | 4.3K | Explicit

Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my--”

“Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.”

“About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types.

“The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #pining!derek #mutual pining #idiots in love

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mostlikelyshutup · 28 days ago

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10 characters, 10 fandoms

Rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms and tag ten people :D

tagged by @emily-prentits (i love this but also my brain is mush so im def gonna miss some or not be able to think of ten lmao) (actually i realized these are all men so im gonna do two and the second is just my favorite woman) (if its already a woman im doing another woman)

steve harrington (stranger things) (woman: robin buckley)

stiles stilinski (teen wolf) (woman: allison argent)

jason todd (batman) (woman: cassandra cain)

arya stark (or sansa tbh i love her as well) (game of thrones) (i know i said women but i love gendry so much its bonkers, hes a girl to me)

eliot waugh (the magicians) (julia wicker)

sam mcdonald (ginger snaps) (ginger snaps fitzgerald)

ezekiel jones (the librarians) (i love cassie so much and also eve i love them both i cannot choose)

zuko (atla) (katara, toph, suki, im not choosing) (oh my god i keep thinking of women from this show and i love them all like wtf) (this show is perfect though so maybe i shouldnt be surprised)

percy jackson (pjo) (clarisse la rue)

crystal palace surname von hoverkraft (dbda) (jenny the butcher)

taggies: @horsetailcurlers2 @crime-wives @knifebucket @coratatum @shortangrybisexual @secret-mafia-boss @knifebucket @kidbabygodforsakenmess and anyone else i forgot ive done four of these in a row after like twelve hours in boston doing stupid work

#listen i love women #but somehow all my blorbs are men #idk why #also i def did have to look at my followed tags to find more people #k mumbles #tag game

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 1 year ago

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Mob Mafia Syndicate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49623400 by Model_citizen Stiles visibly grimaces, shaking his head at the offer. “I don’t smoke. If I die, I’d rather not make it a slow and suffering one.” Derek eyes Stiles with mirth tugging at the corners of his lips. He looks him up and down and Stiles feels suddenly warm under his gaze. Stiles takes off his jacket, the man standing beside Derek doesn’t miss a beat and takes it from him, holding it in his own arms as he sits back down in his own respective seat. Derek leans back closer to Stiles, taking another puff and blowing it away. “I forgot. You’re the treasure of the Stilinski family.” Derek chuckles, taking in another puff, then a swig of his drink. “What is it that they call you? Scabi, scarb sca-” “Skarbie.” Stiles interrupts, annoyed as he looks down at his watch on his wrist. He has forty minutes left and he absolutely wants to gouge his eyes out right now. “Right.” Derek eyes Stiles, up and down, then downs his drink, slamming it on a table next to him. He doesn’t even ask, and another drink replaces the one he just finishes. Derek sees that Stiles’ hands are empty and waves at someone to get Stiles a drink. Words: 6489, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Talia Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Peter Hale, Kate Argent, Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Deucalion (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Italian Mafia, Polish Mafia, Polish Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Speaks Polish, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Attempted Kidnapping, Enemies to Lovers, fuck buddies, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Hate Sex, Organized Crime, morally dubious Noah Stilinski, Noah is called szef or boss, Noah’s nickname is ‘the sheriff’, Murder, Violence read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49623400

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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ascottywrites · 5 years ago

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Of Mafia Dons and Morally Grey Areas

a.k.a the Teen Wolf Mafia

Howl by littlefrog1025 (Complete: 24/24| 121,377) --Sterek

A wolf pack is surprisingly a lot like a mafia family...

Hand of the Devil by shiny_starlight (one-shot| 14,669) --Sterek

For years, Hale and his family had escaped justice, but the day of reckoning had come. His comfortable life was about to come crashing down about his ears and Adrian was going to relish every single second of it.

Mob!AU. Derek is the head of the Hale Family, and Detective Adrian Harris is determined to bring him to justice, whatever means necessary.

Warning: Contains past!non-cannonical character death and non graphic description of injuries. Contains cannon character death.

So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles (one-shot| 10,089) --Sterek

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth. The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles. Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles, Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal. He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Guns and Bow Ties by LunaRaven09040 (Complete: 21/21| 84,398) --Sterek

The Hale Family Crime Syndicate is one of the most well known and dangerous in the world. Stiles has been obsessed with them since he was a kid, but after his mom died and he moved away, he forgot about them.

Now he is a detective, working out of Portland on run of the mill cases. When he gets a lead on the Hale Family, he is determined to chase it down.

Derek Hale is the enforcer and heir of the Hale Family, an ancient old werewolf pack with ties to every part of society there is. He is in charge of making problems disappear and ensuring they don't come back. But as an Alpha and heir to the family, he needs a mate. One that is loyal to his pack and everything they stand for.

Stiles can never be that, but he also never expected their world to be so complicated. Especially when it's wrapped up in his feelings and his past. Even the goddamn bow ties are involved.

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ezzydean · 2 years ago

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“No offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey” - Stilinski family feels

some more shenanigans linked to this prompt

under a cut cause it’s just over 1k and has some grown up language in it

click here to read on my blog and not the dash

“No offense meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey.”

“You trusted me to marry your son and not actively murder his annoying ass. But you don’t trust me to carve the turkey?”

“Yes. That is one hundred percent correct, Jackson.”

Jackson stares at his father-in-law for a few seconds. He doesn’t need to be a supernatural creature to know that Noah is completely serious right now. Because Noah’s ‘serious face’ is almost exactly the same as Stiles’ ‘serious face’ and Jackson gets stuck seeing that face quite a bit actually. Stiles is much more serious than most people give him credit for.

Jackson frowns. “You may not have meant any offense but that hurts, Sheriff.”

“Don’t make that pouting face at me, son.” Noah leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. "I raised Stiles, live with Chris, and am dating Peter. That face hasn’t worked on me for years. Plus, you know…”

Laughter rings out from the living room and Jackson rolls his eyes.

“Derek,” he and Noah say together.

Derek’s pouting face is a work of art and Jackson gives Noah credit for putting up with Derek and that face for so long. Jackson is just about to say as much when Peter strolls into the kitchen.

“Noah. Your son is hitting on me again.”

“You say that like it doesn’t feed your ego to be considered, what did he call you the other day? DILF material?”

“Oh my God, Dad!” Stiles stumbles into the kitchen. “Never say that again. That’s just. No. Bad Dad. Bad Sheriff.”

“What’s that?” Noah meets Jackson’s gaze and winks at him. “You don’t think Peter is a DILF?”

Jackson rolls his eyes, presses a kiss to Stiles’ temple, and wanders off to find of the less chaotic members of this screwy family. Not that he has a lot of options considering Derek and Boyd are in the living room with Erica, the rest of the girls are in the backyard, and Isaac and Danny are just finally pulling into the driveway.

Apparently his best option is to go sit in Noah’s office upstairs with Chris and hope for the best. It’s not hiding if his step-father-in-law is doing it too, right?

“We really should have added a Stiles contingency plan when we discussed your employment package.”

Jordan looks up from his cribbage game with Chris and gives Peter a questioning look.

“I mean. That sounds your oversight, Boss.”

“He’s not wrong, Peter,” Chris agrees. “You’ve known Stiles for years. You know the kind of shit he gets into. I’m sure you knew better.”

“Yes, well. I may have been slightly distracted when I was finalizing Jackson’s contract.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Chris makes a shooing motion at Peter. “Noah on his knees sucking your dick is a distracting thing.”

“I still maintain that he slipped and fell and my dick magnanimously caught him.”

“That is… way more information than I ever needed out of you. I need to go bleach my brain.”

Jackson pushes away from the desk with a sigh. He’s already lost the game anyway. Chris is ten points away from finishing and judging by the two cards he’s put down he’s got more than enough points to fly across the finish line.

Stiles collapses onto the porch and snuggles against Jackson’s side until Jackson drops his arm over Stiles’ shoulder and pulls him even closer.

“Isaac and I were thinking—”

“Well that’s terrifying.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later, babe.”

Stiles grins at him. “Anyway. We were thinking about taking on some different kinds of cases.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not ‘crime solving’ if I have to bail your asses out of jail every other week?”

“At least once more, Mr. Whittemore-Stilinski, as always.”

“Sap.”

“Says the man who busts me out of jail every other week.”

“I do wonder why sometimes.”

“You do it because you love me,” Stiles singsongs.

“Yeah, yeah. Lord only knows why.” Jackson lets out a long breath and shifts so he can look up at the starry sky. “I’ve been told I have questionable taste before.”

“You have awesome taste. You married me!” Jackson snorts. “Seriously!” Stiles twists his face into an offended looking frown that has Jackson snickering before giving into the full blown laughter bubbling up in his chest when Stiles tries to keep a straight face. And fails epically.

“You realize,” Jackson says when they calm down, “that we, and this entire family of ours, is a therapist’s wet dream. Right?”

Stiles scoffs. “What?”

“Your little crush on your dad’s boyfriend.”

“Like you wouldn’t drop to your knees for Derek in a heartbeat.”

“That is totally beside the point.”

“Except, you know, it’s not. Face it, Jax. With the exception of you I am totally into older dudes.”

“So. Your dad’s husband and their boyfriend.”

“Yes.”

“So. Much. Therapy. Needed.”

“Also yes.”

Jackson sighs. “You—”

“If you say I have daddy issues I will not disagree with you per se but I may punch you in the dick.”

“Duly noted.” Jackson looks up at the sky for a few breaths and once he feels Stiles relax against him he says, “You have daddy issues.”

Stiles goes completely still against his side and Jackson can practically feel the way Stiles’ emotions bubble up under his skin.

“Here comes the consequences of your actions, Jackson.”

Jackson pushes Stiles away from him and leaps to his feet. “Come and get me,” he calls over his shoulder as Stiles launches off the porch after him.

Noah stares down at him and Jackson considers covering his face back up with the pillow. Not that it would help anything. But then at least he wouldn’t have to see Noah’s ‘are you serious right now’ look.

“Was it worth it?”

Jackson snorts and then winces at the pull of muscles. “Totally worth it,” he answers honestly. “Stiles is always worth it. Even when he kicks my ass for being a dick.”

“You boys,” Noah says fondly. He pats Jackson’s knee. “Budge up and share the couch, son.”

Jackson falls back asleep to the sound of whatever game is on TV and Chris, Peter, and Stiles bickering in the kitchen as they clean up from dinner.

#teen wolf #wolfy writing #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #stackson #cattatonically #prompt

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 3 years ago

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hii! do u know any fics where derek is wanted by the law and stiles is the fbi guy that has to arrest him??

Yeah!

Untitled Sterek White Collar AU by raimykeller

(1/1 I 543 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is an FBI agent in the white collar crimes division. Derek is a white collar criminal who becomes Agent Stiliniski's consultant in order to get out of prison. Shenanigans are bound to ensue.

Headline news by Nival_Vixen

(3/3 I 3,652 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles receives an anniversary present from Derek.

The Demonstration by surpriseknock

(5/11 I 11,748 I Explicit I Sterek)

FBI agent Stiles Stilinski is tasked to infiltrate a cult led by Derek Hale.

Getting in is easy enough, escaping with mind and body intact is a different story.

Bad Liar by Red_Flame_2000

(12/? I 14,461 I Explicit i Sterek)

In a world were there's no supernatural, you are labelled on your sixteen birthday with Alpha/Beta/Omega, and with that you are also labelled with Dom or Sub.

Stiles Stilinski is an Omega Sub FBI agent (who pretends for his own sake to be an Alpha), who's been in charge of the mission. Omega's are found death in alleys, with no evidence other then a triskelion Stiles has to find out who kills them. Add then Mob Boss Alpha Dom Derek Hale, who's back at Beacon Hills after fifteen years and all hell breaks loose.

Will Stiles find the killer or will he be the next victim?

This is the story behind one-shot: "Trust me darlin'.

An Introduction to Supernatural Entities by EucratesBrice

(8/? I 38,891 I Mature I Sterek)

The name proudly sitting atop the FBI's most wanted list for crimes of murder, espionage, treason, fraud, and the rest of the Penal Code is Derek Hale. He's the most elusive criminal, winding in and out of cities and countries before anyone can even catch a second glance of him. For nearly half of his life, Agent Whittemore has been desperately trying to track him and pin him down. Then Derek Hale strolls into a underfunded police station in Belleville, Kansas, and Jackson Whittemore is faced with the job of offering him immunity so that the notorious mafia boss can work as an asset with his tactical A- team. There's just one condition; Hale will only speak to one single FBI agent, Stiles Stilinski.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fbi #criminal!derek #anon

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sapphireginger · 1 year ago

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Title: This is What You Deserve

Pairing/Characters: Stosy [Stiles Stilinski + Persephone]

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags/Warnings:

Murder Blood Torture Dark Character Cutting Character Death Implied/Reference Terrorism

Word Count: 4,821

Bingo Square: @anyfandomdarkbingo - Square: Symphorophilia

Summary:

New York City, New York - 1947

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As she approached their table, he wondered if she was going to ask about Jayme. He kind of hoped she did. He would take great pleasure in telling her exactly what happened to him if she asked.

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It was time to intervene and Mieszko spoke quickly, interrupting his floozy of an ex. He kept a detached calm demeanor while doing so. “Sash? Don’t.”

“It’s a nickname that—”

Persephone glared at Sasha and quirked a brow at Mieszko as if to inquire why he was putting up with this. He shook his head. “Don’t, Posy. It’s okay.”

Sasha rolled her eyes and then got an evil glint in her eye. “Well, what about his puzzle piece?” she purred. “Is it satisfactory?”

Nothing was ever good enough for Sasha. She always wanted more.

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It was so tempting to lash out, but his mother raised him better than that.

Apparently, Sasha didn't appreciate his lack of response and asked him if he wasn't saying anything because he was afraid of little ol’ her.

Sasha looked furious and turned towards Posy, trying to regain the ground she lost when she flinched.

“Why you little—” Sasha started but cut off with an indignant squawk when her arms were seized.

Two men came forward with a pair of handcuffs, their badges gleaming in the light. Mieszko smirked at them, throwing them a wink and a nod as they dragged Sasha out into the night.

When he and Posy left, they nodded at the sheriff who nodded back. Mieszko and the man had an understanding. Both Mieszko and Persephone ignored the cries and anger of his ex as she was taken away.

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"Tha epistrépso sýntoma, agápi mou," he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

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She looks like she’s trying to speak and Mieszko softens his eyes only slightly to encourage her.

At that she finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. Please I—”

“B-Betraying you by sleeping with Jayme,” she panted out, hyperaware of the blade but her eyes never left his face.

He nodded and just when she looked relieved, he nicked her cheek. She gasped in surprise, choking on a sharp inhale. The pain took a moment to comprehend.

There was no time for her to beg as he cut her throat.

As she slowly bled, the crimson river beautifully pairing with her dress, he repeated his displeasure and disappointment.

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When he was finished with his verbal assault, she was a mess of blood, sweat and tears. She was limp now and barely breathing.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said.

“Kill me, baby? Please!” she begged as best she could.

“Shh,” he cooed at her. “I will. I promise. Tell me why, sweet thing. Why do you need to die?”

With a cough that was more of an exhale, she met his gaze. “It’s what I deserve. Please, baby? Please?”

Mieszko smiled at her. It was not a nice smile. The look she gave him in response though was one of the utmost pure unadulterated devotion and adoration as if she was staring at her salvation.

It was too bad she didn’t show such adoration and devotion before. He would have given her anything she asked for. He would have given her everything.

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“Clean it up!” he barked at the man in the shadows, a man who had been watching the entire scene with fear coursing through him.

With a gulp as he fought to swallow the bile rising in his throat, the man stepped forward and was shoved to his knees.

Mieszko watched the man cleaning and smiled cruelly. “Good boy, Jayme.”

Jayme and Sasha’s bodies vanished but no one gave a damn. Not that anyone knew about either. It was known they were sleeping together and Mieszko would of course be proven innocent. Obviously.

✦•🥃•✦

When he didn't say anything, she joined him and when he didn’t object, she washed his body with his favorite soap. Not that she knew it was his favorite.

Persephone didn't speak, and it was as if she knew what he had done, what he did and what he will do again.

As his eyes slipped shut, relishing the feeling of her fingers in his hair, he refused to tell her. Something told him it was completely unnecessary.

#anyfandomdarkbingo #afgdark #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #persephone #square filled: symphorophilia #murder #fire #torture #stiles stilinski is the son of aphrodite #blood #injury #character death #dark stiles stilinski #crime boss stiles stilinski #criminal au #stiles stilinski speaks greek

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sterekficrecs · 5 years ago

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Derek Hale is a small town detective working on a string of murders when his boss decides to turn to the FBI for help. They send their newest, and most eager, consultant-22 year old, Stiles Stilinski.

Derek’s pissed. He’s been working on this case for months and the last thing he needs is some clumsy kid coming in and messing everything up.

Stiles is looking to crack his first case, but the stubborn ass of a detective-who Stiles is also pretty sure only became a detective in the first place because he got lost on his way to a modeling gig-is doing everything in his power to make sure that doesn’t happen.

Cue the sarcastic remarks and innaproprate boners (“seriously, you two? This is a crime scene!”)

For @isthatbloodonhisshirt , who convinced me to take the leap and make a gifset based on one of my own ideas. I love you infinitely, Ten!

#sterek manip #sterek au #eternal sterek #sterek #mine #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lydia martin #dear god i hope this turned out ok #i wanted to focus on multiple scenes not just one #but idk if that makes things confusing #i’m still proud of this though!!#i worked super hard so hopefully you guys will like it!#isthatbloodonhisshirt #sorry for tumblr making some of the gifs grainy 😤#i just realized that #my ten <3

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fuckyeahfanfictions · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Theo Raeken, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Laura Hale Additional Tags: I beg you not to tar and feather me, I also implore you to read the notes and tags, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, stockholm syndrome kinda, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Kidnapping, and yeah, Organized Crime, Domestic Violence?, im trying to tag every thing 🥺, Secret Relationship Summary:

It becomes clear after that first week that Derek is a glorified fucking babysitter for a mentally damaged and emotionally stunted omega. He had signed on to be a bodyguard and an enforcer - that’s his fucking pedigree. He does the dirty work. He buries the fucking bodies. He beats people who don’t pay his boss on time and he does it with glee, enjoys the feeling of bloody knuckles and he likes to fight. That’s what he does.

Now, he spends the vast majority of his time following around a head case. It’s almost demoralizing.

#sterek #standinginanicedress #ficrec

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christinesficrecs · 4 years ago

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Law enforcement Sterek 💜

Unmapped by Jerakeen | 11.3K | Explicit

Stiles can never leave a good mystery alone.

Uncover the Endless Hours by BarlowGirl | 15K | Mature

The one where Stiles is a cop and Derek doesn't sleep.

The Road to Self-Actualization Is Littered with F-Bombs by blue_fjords | 24.8K | Mature

It's Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he's got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples' retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It's the world's most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Pack Up; Don't Stray by the_deep_magic | 55.2K | Explicit

Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

Noteworthy by DLanaDHZ | 12.3K

Stiles and Derek share a desk at the station but work different shifts. Stiles is messy and Derek is very neat, which seems to work out fine... until the day the first passive aggressive sticky note is left on the desk telling Stiles to clean up. One note turns into two turns into two hundred as both officers become increasingly interested in their desk partner.

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz | 31.6K | Explicit

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Just Act Normal by zosofi | 78.6K | Explicit

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 38 ; More Bad Than Good

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 9,403 Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, emma being insecure (happens a lot after this, so buckle up), mentions of drowning, mentions of very minor character death, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 38 is here and is a week late! Let’s see if we can get back on track next week! We got a little bit of a story time for y’all at the end with Emma and her parents, so be prepared and grab tissues! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“Let's go find Scott, he said. It'll be quick, he said. We won't run that far into the woods, he said. It'll be alright,” I said.

“Oh, stop your griping and come on,” Stiles said.

We were both currently running through the woods looking for Scott 'cause he never came back to the crash site.

I screamed as I ran into a body.

“Oh,” Stiles said, noticing it was Scott. “I think I found something.”

“So did I,” Scott replied.

“Well what the hell did you find? ‘Cause right now I'm currently looking for my heart that just fell out of my ass,” I sassed.

We all made our way back to where Stiles and I had been before we ran to find Scott. We walked up a small cliff leading to a den. A coyote den. We walked inside of it.

“It's a coyote den,” Stiles said.

“Werecoyote,” Scott said.

“Another chess piece to add to the board,” I noted.

Stiles squatted down and picked up a light blue jacket. “You see this? This is Malia's.”

“How do you know?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at his back.

“Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo,” he said.

As they were looking around, I had this feeling of grief come over me, but it wasn't like before when I found the bodies due to Jennifer. It was someone else's grief. Holy hell, was I becoming a werewolf? Note to self: ask Deaton about this later.

Scott picked up a stuffed teddy bear and I knew he felt something 'cause he ended up saying something that grabbed my attention. “We shouldn't be in here.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.

“She's not gonna come back now. We just invaded her home.”

“All of our scents are gonna be everywhere,” I said, grief and sadness lacing my voice.

“If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?” Stiles asked.

“I don't know,” Scott said.

“Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?”

“Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back.”

I wiped a tear that escaped my eye and sighed. “The door's still open.”

It was quiet for a minute before I turned around and started to walk out. I couldn't stay in that den any longer or else I was gonna full on ugly sob.

I still heard Scott say, “If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help.”

I was leaning against the rock outside when I heard Scott's voice again, saying, “This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss' league.”

“And more in our dads-- Em?”

I sniffled and wiped another tear. “Out here.”

They came out no more than ten seconds later.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Stiles asked, him and Scott coming to stand next to me on either side.

“I just couldn't stand to be in there any longer,” I said. “All I felt was grief and sadness.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked. “Like the feeling you got when you fou--”

“No, no, not that kind. More of... someone else’s,” I said, narrowing my eyes a little. “Almost like I could feel Malia's grief, like she still hasn't gotten over her family dying.”

Stiles wrapped me in his arms. “Hey, it's okay. I'm gonna call my dad and get him here.”

I nodded as he pulled out his phone and called his dad.

~~~

Sheriff arrived no more than fifteen minutes later, my dad in tow. Of course when my dad saw the tears running down my face, he hugged me and immediately asked what was wrong, thinking Stiles had done something.

“No, Daddy, Stiles didn't do anything, I promise.”

Yes, I did tell Scott and Stiles about what Jennifer called me and Lydia; a Banshee. They were both super supportive on helping me figure it out.

Sheriff came out of the den and walked towards us, a blanket in hand.

“You're sure it was her?” he asked.

“I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine,” Scott said.

“It makes sense, Dad,” Stiles said. He looked at me and opened his arm out for me. I looked down at the ground then walked over to him, wrapping my arm around his back.

“But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?” Sheriff said.

“Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet,” Stiles said.

“Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened,” Scott said.

“Horrible things could've happened,” Stiles added. “Ripping, shredding, tearing things.”

“Which is probably what caused the accident.”

Great. They were doing mine and Stiles' Tag Teaming bit. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, still trying to calm myself.

“Think about it, Dad, alright,” Stiles continued. “They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies...”

“Expect for Malia,” Scott said.

“She blames herself, alright, goes off running to the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote,” Stiles concluded.

“That makes sense,” Sheriff said. “In a Chinese folktale!”

Stiles made a noise like he wanted to say something else, but didn't know what to say.

“Boys, this is... this is insane. Emma, do you believe this?” Sheriff asked, looking at me.

I looked at him with sad eyes. “U-uhm, the only thing I believe is that the pair of light blue glowing eyes that I saw tonight was the same exact pair I saw two years ago. I also believe that I want to get the hell out of these woods so I can go home and cuddle with my blanket and forget half this night ever happened.”

I felt Stiles squeeze me a little tighter.

“I need this kept quiet,” Sheriff said, after shaking his head slowly a couple of times. “I hate to bring you into this Emma since you didn't toss that insane theory, but the three of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this.”

I saw Scott look behind us. I looked behind us as well, seeing that same little boy. What the hell is this?

“Scott? Emma? Hey!” Sheriff said.

We turned our heads back in Sheriff's direction, but I looked at my dad.

“Daddy, can I ask you something?” “Anything, sweetheart,” Dad said.

“Am I an only child?”

He looked at me like he didn't want to say anything or didn't know what to say. “We'll, uhm, we'll talk about that with your mother.”

I closed my eyes and sighed, turning my head to rest it back against Stiles' chest.

“Sorry,” Scott said to Sheriff. He looked off to the side then back to him. “What did you say?”

Sirens were heard as another cruiser pulled up.

“Oh, hell,” Sheriff said.

Dad noticed, too, and hung his head, sighing. “Shit,” he whispered.

We turned our heads and I really wish we hadn't. Rafael McCall and Mr. Tate came walking up to us.

“Mr. Tate,” Sheriff said.

Mr. Tate walked over to Sheriff and gently took the blanket from him.

Here come the waterworks again as Stiles hugged me tighter. I really needed to get away from this whole scene.

“Mr. Tate?” Rafael said.

He was quiet for a minute as he stared at the blanket. “It's hers,” came his shaky reply.

“Alright, wait here,” Rafael said.

“Dad,” Scott said.

“I'll talk to you in a minute,” he said, authoritatively. Like he had the right. “I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late.”

He walked off with Sheriff and Dad towards the den.

Stiles rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “I'm gonna take her home. Tell our dads?” Stiles told Scott.

He nodded his head before Stiles and I walked off.

Once we got back to the Jeep, he helped me in. I looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”

He closed the door and walked over to his side, getting in, starting the engine and driving off towards the house. It was quiet for a moment before I looked at him. He had his thinking face on.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

“If I had known that you'd see her eyes, I wouldn't have brought you with us,” he said.

“Hey, we didn't know she'd show up. It wasn't anyone's fault.”

“Yeah, but it was my fault you started having flashbacks,” he said, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“If this is anyone's fault, it's Scott's, okay,” I said. “He wanted to go out and try to find her body to help save our dads jobs. I can't blame him for wanting to help, but I can blame him for taking us out there. He can pay for my therapy bills.”

He chuckled, and I reached my hand over to start lightly scratching at the back of his neck.

“Hey,” I said. He looked over at me for a second. “I love you. So much.”

He reached back and grabbed my hand, kissing the back of it. “I love you, too, beautiful.”

Once we got home, we both went straight to his room, changed into our pajamas and laid back down in his bed.

I had my head on his chest, lightly drawing random shapes on his stomach. What I saw from the corner of my eye made me giggle. I looked up to see him already looking at me with that mischievous grin on his face.

“Round 2?” he asked.

~~~

The next day at school, we had Allison follow us into our classroom. Stiles held a tablet in his hand, showing her the map we had up on Scott's phone last night.

“This is where we found the den,” he said. “It's right in the middle of the hiking trails.”

“Well, that could narrow it down,” Allison said. “Coyotes travel on fixed trails.” She looked at Scott. “But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes.”

Stiles and I looked at each other, jerking our heads back some, then looking back to Allison. “Coyotes tip-toe?”

“They tip-toe,” she confirmed.

We looked at each other and mouthed what.

The bell ran ending our conversation.

“I gotta go, but send me the pinned location,” she told Stiles before walking off to class.

“Okay,” he said, before we walked to our seats.

I set my backpack down and sat, Stiles sitting in front of me. I guess he could sense some sort of emotion coming from me because he turned around and looked at me. I was staring at my desk, lips pursed some.

“Hey,” he said, putting his hand on mine. I looked up at him. “You okay?”

I looked at him and nodded before I looked back down. I couldn't help but feel like if Malia was here and human, he'd be with her and not me. I know he loves me but I couldn't shake the feeling.

“You don't seem okay,” he said. “You seem... I don't know, down.”

I came up with a lie right on the spot. “I just... miss you wearing your plaid is all.”

He chuckled. “I've gone a few times without wearing it.”

“Yeah, but... it's what makes you you. Plus, I guess the whole seeing the little boy has got me thinking that... maybe I had an older brother... and that... maybe... it could be him I'm seeing.”

I looked back up at him, looking between his eyes. He started to lean in for a kiss when Mr. Yukimura started class.

“Alright, everyone. Let's get started,” Mr. Yukimura said. “We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail... Who would like to come up and read aloud for us?”

I raised my hand, being the brave one of the class. I needed to get my mind off of everything at the moment.

“Ms. Thomas, how about you do the next round of reading?” he suggested. “Mr. Stilinski, how about you?”

I put my hand down and looked at the back of Stiles' head. Remembering that he was having troubles reading, I piped up for him. “I don't mind doing it. Really.”

“Ms. Thomas, I'm well aware of you and Mr. Stilinski being an item so doing his classwork for him isn't going to go over in my class. Everyone participates in my class.”

Stiles looked back at me and sighed. “Okay.”

He stood up from his desk and walked to the podium, standing behind it. I leaned forward in my seat, ready to jump into action.

He grabbed the sides of the podium and closed his eyes. Shit. I knew this would happen.

He looked up at me and Scott. We both locked eyes before standing up. I started taking cautious steps towards him.

“Babe? You okay?” I asked, even though I knew he wasn't.

He started to breathe heavily, so I looked back to Scott. Both us walked the rest of the way to Stiles when he leaned against the podium.

I put my right hand around his arm and smoothed the back of his hair with my left.

“We should take him to the nurse's office,” Scott said.

“Come on,” I said, gently pulling his arm. Scott walked behind us as I took him out of the classroom.

We made it down the hall and into the boys bathroom when Stiles pulled away from me, turning around to face me and Scott.

“Stiles, look at me, man. Is this-- is this a panic attack?” Scott asked. He looked at me. “Is this a panic attack?”

I nodded my head as Stiles shook his head and walked to the sinks.

“It's a dream, it's a dream. This is just a dream,” Stiles said to himself.

“Baby, it's not,” I said, voice shaking. “This is real. You're here. You're here with me and Scott.”

He looked at himself in the mirror then back down the sink.

Scott looked at me and asked, “Okay, what do you usually do?”

“I normally put his ear against my chest so he can listen to my heart,” I said.

Scott went to guide Stiles towards me, but pushed him back slightly. I saw the look on Scott's face and it wasn't upset or anger. It was a worry for his best friend.

“Baby, what else do you do?” I asked. “How do you know if you're awake or dreaming?”

“Your fingers...” he said, pausing to try and catch his breath. “You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams.”

I held up one fist and pointed with my other. “How many do I have? Baby! Look at me. Come on, handsome. Look at my hands and count with me.”

He turned his body towards me and Scott.

“One...” I started. I lifted finger after finger as we kept going.

“Two,” he said, more of a question.

“Keep going,” Scott and I encouraged.

“Three,” he said, looking at me before my fingers. “Four.” “Five,” I said.

“Six. Seven,” he continued.

“Eight,” I said.

“Nine.” I lifted my last finger. “Ten.”

I nodded as he looked at all my fingers. “Ten,” I repeated, calmly. “Ten.”

Stiles’ pants started to slow as he looked at my fingers again. He reached a shaky hand up and touched each of my fingers, then laced them together.

“I'm here, I'm right here,” I whispered.

He unlaced our fingers and leaned up against the wall, sliding down to sit.

Scott and I took the couple of steps we needed to stand in front of him. I squatted down as he opened his arms for me. I sat between his legs with my own over his right, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me. He was sweaty, but I didn't care.

“What the hell is happening to me?” he asked.

“We'll figure it out,” Scott said.

“You're gonna be okay,” I added, putting my left hand on his chest since my right arm was sitting on my stomach.

“Am I?” Stiles asked. “Are you? Or you?” I felt him lean his head down to look at me before lifting his head back up. “Scott, you can't transform. Emma's being haunted by her possible dead sibling and having PTSD from being in the woods. And I'm straight up losing my mind.”

I looked up at him, eyes dancing around his face.

“We can't do this. We can't... we can't help Malia,” he said, voice shaky. “We can't help anyone,” he whispered.

I heard shuffling as Scott moved to sit down. I looked at him and saw that he also had tears in his eyes. I know I did, and I could hear it in Stiles' voice.

“We can try,” Scott said. “We can always try.”

The bell rang to signal that class was over and the other was going to be starting in about five minutes. Scott got up and walked to the door, leaving me and Stiles to continue sitting on the floor. I felt him squeeze me tighter and kiss the top of my head.

I looked up at him, and him down at me. I reached my left hand up and put it on his cheek. “We'll figure this out. I promise. Okay?” I whispered.

“And what if we can't?” he asked.

I sat up straighter and turned my body as best as I could towards him. “Stiles Stilinski, you listen to me,” I said, quietly but firmly. “Have we ever not figured something out?”

He looked down at my shirt and shook his head.

“Who's always the man with the plan?” I asked.

“Plan B,” he corrected.

“Doesn't matter.” I guided his eyes to look into mine. “We will get through this. We will figure this out. Even if I have to lose sleep over it, I will. I will stay up all night, drink a shit ton of coffee, take more than your recommended dose of Adderall and research until my fingers fall off to figure all of this out. I will do it because I love you and because you're the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

He looked me deep in my eyes. He closed them after a couple of seconds before nodding. I stood up and held my hand out to him. He took it for me to help him up. Before I could walk to the door, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, causing me to wrap mine around his waist. We just stood there a couple of seconds before his grip loosened. I looked at him and he pressed his lips to mine, our lips moving in sync before we pulled away.

“If we don't go to class now, we'll get in trouble,” I said.

“Or we could just go home,” he suggested.

“Nice try, smart guy,” I sassed.

He chuckled, so I put my hand back on his cheek. “There he is,” I whispered. We kissed once more before I turned and walked to the door. I didn't care what anyone thought. Stiles and I both knew what happened in that bathroom.

What we saw when we walked out was Animal Control.

“What the hell?” we voiced.

Stiles took my left hand in his right and walked down the hallways.

“Emma! Stiles!”

We heard our names and turned our heads, seeing our dads walking towards us. When they reached us, we continued our walk down the hallway still hand in hand. They were filling us in on Malia, in coyote form, walking around the school.

“A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods,” Sheriff said softly. “Thank God, nobody got hurt.”

“What happens if she does hurt someone?” I asked.

Dad sighed. “Most likely they'll have to put it down.”

“Put her down? Carter, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you both will be killing,” Stiles said.

Sheriff nor Dad said anything. So, Stiles continued. “Come on, you two aren’t back to not believing, are you?”

“You know what?” Sheriff whispered, turning around. I placed my right hand around Stiles' upper arm. “We believe there are a lot of things we don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible.”

Stiles looked down at me and sighed through his nose.

“Now, are you two 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” Stiles said, not missing a beat. I felt his hand squeeze mine a little tighter.

“Because Scotty's sure,” I said. I thought it was time to back him up. I looked behind me and Stiles to see Scott standing at the end of the hall by the double doors, Stiles, Sheriff and Dad looking as well.

Stiles turned his head back around and looked down at me. “Scott, you been listening?”

I looked back at Scott to see him nod his head, Sheriff and Dad watching, as well.

“Alright, let's get this figured out. Come on,” Dad said. He placed a hand on Stiles' left shoulder and guided us to follow Sheriff.

We walked to the locker room, as I had received a text message from Scott saying that's where Malia was at. I looked down at the pile of backpacks on the floor. I noticed mine and picked it up, putting it on my shoulders.

Stiles picked his up, but I stopped him from putting it on. “Stiles, why is there--” I started to ask. I looked up at him with a really look. “You kept it?” I deadpanned.

When he shifted his eyes back and forth, I rolled mine and grabbed his bag from his hand.

“Em-- baby, wha--” he said.

“Scotty, I think I know what she was looking for,” I said, walking to Scott, who was sitting on the bench. He stood up as I showed him the doll that was sitting all nice and cozy in Stiles' bag.

He looked at Stiles with the same expression as I did. “You took the doll from the car?” he deadpanned.

“Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent,” Stiles said.

“Oh, dear Jesus, take the wheel,” I breathed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Where did you get that?”

We turned our heads in the direction of Mr. Tate's voice. How the hell is he showing up like this? Not okay, dude. It's only okay when we do it. He started walking over to us.

“Where did you find this?” he asked, a little harshly, snatching the doll from my hand.

“Hey, now,” I started, but was stopped by Scott standing in front of me a little and Stiles wrapping his arm around my waist. Smart boys, knowing I was gonna give him a piece of my mind.

Mr. Tate looked at the doll with a sad look. “It belonged to my daughter.”

“Mr. Tate,” Dad said, Sheriff right behind him. I'm pretty sure he was coming to my rescue.. and Mr. Tate's. “I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what... but you can't be here.”

Sheriff went to escort him out when he felt something in his jacket. Dad walked up and pushed his jacket to the side revealing a gun. I put my hand on Stiles' arm. I hated guns... and my Dad's a Deputy. Weird, I know.

“I have a permit,” Mr. Tate said.

“California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now,” Sheriff said.

Mr. Tate was almost resisting to leave before he looked at Dad and sneered, “You find that animal. You find that thing.” He walked away after that.

Scott, Stiles and I looked at each other, an idea brewing in their heads. At this point, I was starving... and a nice, juicy burger was on my mind.

~~~

Well, we didn't get my burger like I asked. Instead, we went to the animal clinic, where I laid down on the table in the back room. Sanitary, I know. Stiles was at my head, Scott at my side, and Isaac at my feet.

Deaton walked from one of the medicine rooms back into the exam room. I swear, this building was becoming like a second home to me.

“Xylazine,” Deaton said. I tilted my head to the side to watch him come into the room. We connected eyes and he shook his head, smiling a little.

“A tranquilizer for horses?” I asked. He handed me the three bottles he had in his hand.

“That's right, Emma. How'd you know?” he said.

“Research... and Bio... aaaaaand having a mom as a lawyer where she deals with cases where there's medicines and stuff,” I said. “She's not supposed to discuss her cases, much like Dad, but she does it anyway.”

He chuckled. “I like your enthusiasm today.”

“Eh, I'm just hungry,” I shrugged.

“Anyway, for a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds,” Deaton said, looking at Scott. “I only have three. So, whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot.”

“Allison's a perfect shot,” Scott said. I turned my head to look at him and smiled. Awww, he was still in love with her. Makes my heart happy. “She can do it.”

“If we manage to find the thing,” Isaac said.

“Okay, what is the point of him?” Stiles asked, pointing at Isaac, hand above my face. “Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from persistent negativity and the scarf?”

“Yeah, why are you wearing a scarf? It's 65 degrees out,” I said, picking my head up to look at Isaac at my feet.

“Coming from the girl who's wearing a black leather jacket,” Isaac quipped.

“Hey, it's fashion, buddy. Yours doesn't exactly match your outfit,” I sassed back.

“Or maybe I'm just asking a question no one here wants to ask,” Isaac said. “Alright, how do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for 8 years?”

I looked up at Stiles as he looked down at me. “He does have a good point.”

“Emma,” Stiles sighed exasperatedly.

“I can do it,” Scott said softly.

I turned my head to look at him. “You can?”

“You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?”

“Vividly,” I sassed.

“In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice,” Scott said. “Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery.”

“This is a werecoyote, Scotty,” I said. “Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you.”

“That's why you called Derek first,” Stiles said.

Scott sighed. “Yeah, I-- I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf.”

Stiles looked back down at me. “We need a real Alpha.”

Scott looked at him with a raised brow.

“You know what I mean,” Stiles said. “An Alpha who can do Alpha things. Ya’know, an Alpha who can get it going. Ya’know, get it--”

“Up?” Isaac and I asked, me with a chuckle.

“Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues,” Scott said.

I giggled a little bit too much at that. Scott looked at me like really, Em. “Sorry,” I chuckled.

“Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?” Deaton asked.

“I wouldn't trust Peter,” Isaac said.

“Why would we even begin to even remotely trust him? I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him,” I sassed.

“Maybe the twins?” Stiles suggested.

“They're not Alpha's anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them.” Deaton said.

“Alright, but what if they know how to do it?” Stiles asked.

“Nobody's seen them for weeks,” Scott said.

“Well, actually not that's not totally true.”

I turned my head to look at Scott from Stiles. “Why don't you just try doing it by giving in? Ya'know, like, be the True Alpha,” I stressed.

“Em, I can't control it,” Scott stressed right back.

I sat up and put my legs over the side of the table, essentially trapping Scott between my legs as I said, “Scott McCall, you listen to me. If you could control yourself to not kill us that night at the school, you have enough control to change into just a werewolf and turn her back into a girl. Do you hear me?”

Scott and I looked at each other, and this wave of understanding and leadership came over us.

“I still want to call Ethan and Aiden, see if they can really help,” he said.

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Fine. But if they beat the shit out of you, don't come crying to me.”

I scooted myself to the opening at the end of the table, hopped down and walked across the room, determined to go outside. Mine and Stiles’ feet were lining my vision... since I was looking down.

“He's just doing what he thinks is right,” Stiles said.

I sniffled a little and lifted my head. “If it results in that damn dread feeling I get when people die or are close to death... I just--” I took a deep breath. “I don't want to scream or find his dead body,” I whispered, looking back down to our feet.

“Hey, listen to me,” he said soothingly. “You're not gonna find his dead body.”

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. “How do you know?”

“Because I know Scott. And you do, too. He won't let it get too far.”

I sighed. “I hope you're right.”

~~~

After Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and myself made it to Derek's loft, Stiles opened the door, letting us walk in. Lydia walked down the steps into the loft while Stiles and I slowly followed behind her, hand in hand.

“They said they’d meet us here,” Lydia said.

I heard grunting coming from behind us, so I turned my head to see what it was.

It was the twins... throwing punches at Scott's face. They picked him up and threw him over the steps and into the loft. Stiles pulled me backwards by my hand, so I pulled Lydia by her arm since I was standing next to her.

I looked over at the twins, seeing them smiling. Smug little bastards. They jumped down from the top of the stairs and landed a punch on Scott's face. I'm assuming Aiden punched Scott in the stomach. They then turn Scott around so that they each can land a punch.

Ethan takes his arms and puts them behind Scott's head under his arms, giving Aiden the perfect chances to punch Scott in the stomach about three or four times before punching him square in the face. One of them kicked Scott in the face while he was down on the ground.

“I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar,” Scott said, strained.

“We are,” Aiden said. “You do it by giving in.”

“Giving in and letting go,” Ethan added. “That's how Deucalion taught us control.”

I looked at Stiles with a facial expression that read absolute annoyance towards Scott. “Didn't I literally say this like an hour ago?”

Stiles nodded his head and unlaced our fingers, wrapping his arm around me. He's been a lot more loving here lately. I was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Scott groaned as Ethan grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to his feet.

“Hey, ya’know, that's funny. I've actually tried something just like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls,” Stiles said.

“Hey, I was there, too,” I said. “Uhm, hey, Sco--”

“Not now, baby,” Stiles whispered. “Scold him later.”

I grrr'd at him, to let him know I wasn't happy at the moment.

“But you're right,” I sassed. “Beating the living shit out of him is probably a lot better.”

“That's actually the plan? You kick my ass?” Scott asked.

“You're afraid to turn,” Aiden said.

“We're gonna make you,” Ethan added.

“Ya’know,” I said quietly, tilting my head in Stiles' direction. “I think they've taken notes on our Tag Teaming tactics.”

“Or it's because they're twins,” Stiles said sarcastically.

I looked up at him for a second. “Nah. They definitely took notes.”

He chuckled and looked back to the scene in front of us.

“You turn,” Ethan said. “Then you kick our asses.”

“And then you roar,” Aiden said. He turned around showing his steel Blues and roared.

I jumped and squeaked, not expecting it. Stiles tightened his grip a little bit, letting me know he was there.

“You don't think you can get let go with us?” Ethan asked.

“You think you're gonna hurt us?” Aiden added. He pushed Scott towards Ethan, who pushed him back.

“Come on, McCall,” Ethan said. “Give it your all. We can always heal.”

Scott tried to punch Aiden in the face, but was blocked and punched in the side... by Aiden.

Ethan landed a punch on Scott's face... again. Tears started welling up in my eyes at the sight of seeing my best friend who was like a brother getting the living shit beat out of him.

“You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one, you've got to give in full throttle,” Aiden said. “You've got to be the monster. Become the beast. Become everything you and Emma are afraid of.”

“Damn chemosignals,” I muttered.

“That's what gives you power,” Ethan said. “It gives you strength.”

Scott swung at Aiden, but completely missed. Aiden took that as an opportunity to slam his fists on Scott's back, sending him to the ground, coughing up blood.

I turned my face into Stiles' chest, feeling his other arm come around me.

“Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy,” Aiden said.

“So long as you can control it,” Ethan said.

“Sometimes control's a little overrated,” Aiden added before kicking Scott in the stomach from underneath.

I turned my head just a little at Stiles' words. “Come on, Scott. Fight back.”

Scott sat on his knees, hand resting on the ground. “What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?”

“Then it takes over,” Ethan said. “You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse.”

“You turn into Peter,” Aiden added.

I whimpered at the flashbacks it brought me. I looked at Scott seeing him looking at me with sad and angry eyes at what Peter had done to me.

He looked back at the twins, standing up. He wiped the blood from his mouth, screaming and running towards them. Aiden picked him up and slammed his back against the table that was sitting behind them. He climbed on top of Scott, and I couldn't tell you what happened after that because Stiles had turned my head into his chest. I felt Lydia's hand on my arm for comfort, her head touching mine. I guess she wasn't looking either, but I think Stiles was, though.

All I heard was punch after punch and groaning and grunts coming from that area of the loft.

“What?” I heard Aiden ask. “I thought we were helping him.”

“You help too much,” Ethan said. I knew he was the more level headed one.

I was guided to the table slowly by Stiles. I turned my head just a little to see Scott spit out blood and continue his heavy breathing as he healed.

~~~

Coming out of the bathroom, I was towel drying my hair. I had taken my clothes in there to change into after my shower. I walked into my room, and sighed. Today was the day that we were gonna save a girl from her coyote form. I mean, what if she doesn't want this? I shook my head and sat down at my vanity after putting my towel on the back of my chair to dry.

I did my normal, minimalist makeup. I put some product in my hair to help keep it shiny and healthy. I closed my eyes for a second, head tilted to the left, and took a deep breath, releasing it. I felt hands on my shoulders, moving on the junction where my neck and shoulder meet. I hummed in content.

“You keep doing that and we're either gonna have regular bed sex or we're having sex in your Jeep,” I said.

Stiles chuckled. “Like that would be a bad thing for you.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him in my mirror. “What's that supposed to mean?”

He knelt next to me. “You know I love you, right?”

I nodded my head.

He looked up at me from his gaze at my floor. “Scott thinks that you're a little upset about this case and us trying to save her so the case can get solved and our dads don't lose their jobs. He also seems to think that I'm gonna leave you and go right to her once this is all done and over with.”

I looked from him to my lap and sighed. “He wasn't the only one who thought that.” I looked back at him, seeing his facial expression change to one of confusion. “Look, we were just talking and it got brought up, okay? I know you wouldn't leave me for some other girl, but what if she tries to make a pass at you? What are you gonna do?” “Tell her that I'm with a wonderful young woman whom I love very much,” he said. “Nothing's gonna change between us, baby. Not even some girl.”

“You promise?” I whispered.

“More than anything,” he whispered back. “Now, come here.”

He leaned his head up more as I bent down the little bit to kiss him. When we pulled apart, he said the words that I'll forever love to hear.

“I'm gonna marry you one day, Emma Grace. Trust that.”

~~~

After Stiles and I had our conversation, we hopped into the Jeep after I finished doing my hair, and headed for the Preserve.

Pulling up to a stop, I looked over at Stiles. “You know I'm sticking with you, right?”

“Wouldn't let you out of my sight for anything,” he said without missing a beat.

I smiled at him and got out of the Jeep, walking around the front, and lacing my fingers with his.

Scott pulled up as we were getting out of the Jeep, along with Allison, Lydia and Isaac. We all just stood in our spots, not moving.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Lydia spoke up.“Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?”

“We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter,” Scott reminded her.

“Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter,” Isaac helpfully said.

I closed my eyes and sighed. This boy could be so helpful. And yes, that was sarcasm.

“And again with the not helping,” Stiles said. My thoughts exactly.

Isaac is sweet, but he's not very helpful sometimes.

Scott, not wanting an argument to happen, turned to Allison. “Did you bring it?”

She opened her trunk and brought out a tranquilizer gun.

I leaned closer to Stiles. “Remind me to never get on her bad side.”

He chuckled and tightened his grip on my hand just a little bit.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket as I felt it vibrate.

Daddy: Coyote in Tate's house. He's got traps set out everywhere on the hiking trail. Be careful and watch where you step.

“What is it?” Allison asked.

“My dad. He said that there's traps set everywhere along the hiking trails... where we'll be at. Said to watch where we step. Malia's also in Mr. Tate's house. We just need to be extra cautious,” I said.

Not even fifteen seconds after I told them what my dad said, we all heard gunshots ringing.

“Shit,” I said to myself.

Scott hopped on his bike, and Stiles and I started chasing after him.

“Wait, wait. Wait! Wait!” we yelled.

Isaac, Allison and Lydia followed after Scott.

“Call your dad,” Stiles said. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly dialed my dad.

“Daddy! What's going on? I heard gunshots ringing,” I said.

“It's the coyote. It took the doll,” Dad said.

“It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?”

“I don't know. But listen. Those traps are all over those woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash,” Dad informed. “And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that?” I looked at Stiles and grimaced. He looked like he knew something.

“Emma?”

“It's the doll,” Stiles said.

I gave him a questioning look.

“Emma,” Dad repeated, more sternly.

“Daddy, I gotta go. Be careful and don't get shot by that idiot,” I said. I hung up the phone and looked back at Stiles. “It's the doll?”

Stiles squatted on the ground while I paced behind him. We were both very confused, as he said, “Alright, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll? One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den.”

“Because you're the dumbass who took it in the first place?” I sassed.

“Babe, this is no time to be sassy,” he said.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “It likes the doll. Who cares?”

“Yeah, it likes the doll a lot,” he pondered.

“A creepy ass doll. Little arms, a big baby head, and dead, soulless eyes.” I shivered. “I had one as a kid and it still freaked me out. Wait, didn't you take a picture?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking his phone out of his pocket. He stood up and showed me the picture, since I hadn't actually looked at it well enough.

“Stiles,” I said. “She's not holding the doll. It's Malia's younger sister’s.”

“It was her doll,” he said.

I sighed and closed my eyes for what felt like the millionth time today. “God, you're an idiot for taking that doll.”

“What? How?” he said.

“I'll scold you later for this, but right now, we need to head to the site of the wreck,” I said, starting my journey. “God, I can't believe you.”

I took my phone from my pocket, calling Scott, only to get his voicemail. I wasn't watching where I was going or where I was stepping. “Scotty, it's me. You gotta call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sisters. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and Stiles, like the idiot he is, stole the damn flowers. That's all she's trying to do,” I rambled, stopping dead in my tracks when I felt my foot hit something it wasn't supposed to. “She's bringing the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed, Scotty. The car wreck.” I hung up the call, and looked down. “Stiles?” I said, voice shaky.

“Ready to scold me some more?” he asked. Since he walked a few feet from me after I had stopped walking, he turned around and saw my terrified state. How my voice didn't show it on the voicemail to Scott, I will never know.

“No. But I lift my foot, I'm gonna die,” I said.

He walked over to me and stopped about a foot away.

“Stiles?” I repeated.

“Baby, don't move,” he said.

My pants started at this point, I was so scared. “Look for a warning label.”

“A warning label?” he asked.

“Instructions on how to disarm it. Duh.” I sassed.

He gave me the not now look, but I could tell he was just as terrified and scared for me by the tone of his voice.

“I'm sorry, okay,” I said. “You know how I get when I'm scared. I get more sassy.”

“Emma, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?” he asked.

“Because animals can't read,” I said.

We looked at each in realization, so I sighed.

He bent down and put his hands in the dirt to get a better view of the side of the trap, moving a few leaves out of the way, looking more intensely at the trap.

“Emma, we got a problem,” he said.

I knew exactly what he was gonna say as we looked at each other.

“I can't read either,” he added.

“You don't need the instructions. When's the last time you ever used instructions?” I said, a tear falling down my cheek as I took a deep breath. “You don't need them because you're too smart to waste your time with them. You've always been that way. You have always figured it out yourself. Babe, you're the one who always figures it out. You did it with Scott and you're doing it with me. You can do it, baby, I believe in you. I love you. So. Figure. It. Out.”

He sighed and wiped the sweat that was gathering at the tip of his nose. He looked around at the trap, moving some debris out of the way. He looked at the trap like he was figuring something out. “Okay. Here we go.”

I looked down as much as I could, whimpering with fear. I saw from the corner of my eye him putting his hand on a small wheel. I took a deep breath to ready myself.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” I hummed.

“Okay, here we go,” he said. He turned the wheel and I jumped. Right into his arms, the trap closing not five seconds later. I sighed in relief and we looked at each other.

“You saved me,” I whispered.

“I'll always save you,” he whispered back.

I smiled a little.

“What?” he asked.

“You'll always be my hero,” I said. Before he could say anything, I pressed my lips against his, feeling him immediately kiss me back.

Our lips moved in sync for about thirty seconds before we heard Scott’s loud Alpha roar, us pulling apart and turning our heads. Mine to the right, his to the left.

“That's what I'm talking about,” Stiles said. We looked back at each other and smiled.

“He did it,” I whispered, causing Stiles to chuckle.

“Probably gave in. Like, I told him to,” I sassed.

“Sass Master back?” he asked.

“More like Sass Queen now, and yes. She's back,” I said. “Don't think you're out of the woods with my scolding just yet ‘cause it's coming.”

“When? I need to at least be prepared,” he said.

“When you least expect it,” I smiled. I felt my phone vibrate so I pulled it out of my pocket. “Scotty?”

“I did it. I saved her,” he said. “You and Stiles need your dads over here.”

I walked away from Stiles. “She's human?”

“Yeah.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Alright. I'll call my dad.”

I hung up the phone and called Dad.

“Emma? You alright?” Dad answered.

“I'll fill you in on everything later, but you and Noah need to get to the crash site. Scott needs you,” I said.

“Heading there now,” Dad said.

I hung the phone and felt a tear slide down my cheek. I didn't know I had tears in my eyes until then. I wiped the tear away and sighed, turning back to face Stiles.

“Uhm, Scott saved Malia. She's back in her human form. Dad and Noah are heading there now. Uh, may-- maybe we should head over there,” I said.

“What's wrong?” Stiles asked.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head a little.

“You're crying,” he said softly.

“Just happy Scott finally overcame that fear is all,” I said.

I was happy for Scott, but I was also kind of scared. I mean, what if Malia's like really pretty and Stiles sees that and breaks up with me to date her? I mean... it's possible... right?

~~~

Around an hour later, Stiles and I are sitting in his dad's cruiser after letting Malia shower at the station.

I was sitting in the back while Stiles was in front. The window was down so he had his arms resting on the window sill. I had my back resting against the seat, looking at my phone. I had texted Scott and Lydia my worry.

Scotty: Stiles loves you, okay? Yes, she's pretty, but Em, you're beautiful. And even if he does break up with you for her, I'll personally kick his ass. He's not gonna leave you for some pretty face when he's already got one.

Lyds: You're the most beautiful girl there is. Besides me, of course, lol. I can tell that Stiles loves you, he might even be in love with you for all we know. Em, don't let this get you down.

I sent them both back my replies, not realizing that Stiles had turned in his seat and was watching me.

To Scotty: Scotty, how do you know that? Yes, he's your best friend, but that doesn't mean that he won't. Just... if he says anything about wanting to break up, let me know so that I can beat him to the punch.

To Lyds: Lyds, you're the relationship expert here. I need to know from anyone if he is. Because if so, then I won't let this affect me. I guess I'll just... talk to him... again.

I locked my phone and rested my head against the seat, looking out the window, seeing Mr. Tate and Malia hugging it out. I sighed and turned my head forward, locking eyes with Stiles.

I picked my head up and leaned up some. “What is it?” He smiled at me. “I can read.”

My eyes went wide. “No way. Really?”

He nodded his head. I smiled and leaned the rest of the way forward, pressing my lips against his in multiple kisses.

“I'm so happy for you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he said, without missing a beat.

“I love you, too.”

~~~

Dinner that night consisted of my parents, myself, Stiles and Noah. I decided that now is as good a time as any to bring it up.

“Mom? Dad?” I said.

They both hummed, telling me they were listening.

“Uhm, am I an only child?” I asked.

They stopped their movements to look up at each other before Mom cleared her throat and said, “Uhm, no. You're not.”

“Then how come--”

“There's only pictures of you because your mom and I couldn't handle having ones of... your older brother around,” Dad said.

I looked over at Stiles with questioning brows. “I had an older brother?”

Mom nodded. “You were too little to remember him.”

I felt Stiles reach over and grab my hand from under the table as I turned my head to look back at my parents. “Can you tell me about him?”

Mom and Dad looked at each other, and Dad nodded. “It's time she knew.”

Mom took a deep breath and began her story. “In the late winter of 1990, I found out that I was pregnant. Your dad, here, applied at the Sheriff's station alongside Noah. With the amount of work they were able to pull off in a few months, both of them got promoted to Deputy. They got placed on many cases together, hence why when there's a case, they're always working it together. Fast forward to November 16, your brother was born.”

“Carter Rollins Thomas IV,” Dad said, looking at the table, a zoned-out look on his face.

“He was so excited when you were born,” Mom continued, tears in her eyes. “He called you his little angel. Why he called you that, we'll never know.” She chuckled.

I had tears in my eyes listening to their story.

“He was always around you. Always helping with your feedings, and diaper changes. He loved you more than anything in the world,” Mom went on. “It was summer of '97. You were two, he was 6, just three months shy of his seventh birthday. We were out by the pool as a family, spending time with one another before he had to go back to school, and your dad to work that night.

“He'd just gotten out of the pool and took off his floaties so we could gather and eat some watermelon, his favorite. You had started crying over something I can't remember, and that's when we heard splashing. Your father and I looked over and saw that he was in the water, not kicking himself back up. Dad went into the water and got him out. He tried to revive him, but it was too late.

“We called Noah, who was at work, and told him what happened. Stiles, your mother brought you over after I had called and told her. When the ambulance got there, they did everything your father did, but even they couldn't. They pronounced him dead. Right there in our backyard.”

Mom and I had tears streaming down our cheeks.

“He used to tell your mother and I that you and Stiles would end up together. That no matter what or who came into your lives, you'd always stick together. It was almost like he was psychic or something,” Dad said, chuckling at the end.

“So... it's my fault my brother's dead,” I said.

“Sweetie, no. It was a freak accident,” Mom said.

“But the way you started crying was almost like you knew something was going to happen,” Dad added.

Stiles and I looked at each other, and he nodded.

“There's a reason for that,” I said, looking back at my parents.

“What?” Dad said.

“Uhm, the night that I was strangled and almost died because of Jennifer, she-- she called me and Lydia something,” I said.

“What?” Mom asked.

“She called us a banshee, the wailing woman,” I explained. “I looked it up and they're harbingers of death. We can basically predict when someone's about to die or when we find dead bodies. So, I guess I predicted my own brother's death.”

Stiles and I looked at each other before we finished dinner and we walked back to his house. Once we got into his room, we laid in his bed and cuddled together, except this time, I was little spoon.

“Em?” Stiles said.

“Hmm?” I hummed.

“Why are you so afraid that we're gonna break up because of Malia?”

I went stiff then relaxed as I sighed out, “Scott told you.”

“Yeah,” Stiles said. “He did.”

I was quiet for a second.

“Baby, I'm not mad,” he said, softly. “Just a little confused.”

I turned my body towards him a little more. “I'm just... what if you find that she's more... beautiful than me, or more awesome?”

He chuckled. “Baby, no one's more awesome than you. Trust me.”

“Yeah, but--”

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine.

“I love you,” he said after he pulled away. “And no one is gonna come between us. What if your brother was like you? Like, maybe he predicted us and our future.”

“Then my family's hiding something,” I said.

“Maybe, but we'll figure it out later. Right now,” he said, getting more comfortable. “Sleep.”

I chuckled and turned my head back around.

He sighed before saying, “Good night.”

“Good night,” I whispered. “I love you, beautiful,” he whispered.

“I love you more, handsome,” I whispered back before falling into a deep sleep.

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