Stiles Stilinski-McCall

Allison paused in her pacing, staring at Stiles, and allowing herself to be pat down. She was unarmed though, the paraphernalia she’d used to start the fire being left back at the site - no fingerprints either, she wasn’t stupid. She was hesitant as they felt around Victoria and her blankets, but she understood they were just doing their job, and she knew she had nothing to hide, and as soon as they stepped away, she took a step closer to Stiles.

Stiles fixed Allison with a stern stare, then he reached behind her and undid the clasp on her collar before dropping it unceremoniously on the ground like so much trash. He didn’t spare it another moment’s thought. It had lost any value the moment she stepped on their property. If the Romans thought they would be able to get to her here, they were even stupider than Stiles thought.

@ho-stiles

It was another late night. Stiles was losing track of them, but he wasn’t particularly motivated to go to bed. He had no idea if Scott was in it. The McCall Pack Alpha had his own business to attend to nowadays. They were burning the candle on both ends, and didn’t always feel like enough. Yet things had calmed down and barring the end of the world (which Stiles could not confidently say would not come), it was looking to be a slow late night.

“I know.” Kai turns her attention to the omega completely watching him. “And I hope you and Scott know that I am on your side in this. Roman has shown an interest in me but you two were my first friends, the few I can trust. My guards are yours to use.”

“We will always be grateful for the support of the Sato pack.” Stiles said solemnly, giving the conversation a hint more professionalism than a discussion between friends warranted. It didn’t last for long.

Art laughed seeing how fast the omega changed from a neutral one to one with disdain. He snorts and shrugs a bit. “Maybe Ah do, ‘s all Ah go’ lef’ af’er all.” He explained before he pulls down his sunglasses a bit and shows off his blinded eye. “Well yeh see Ah did wot yeh an’ yer ‘usban’ done an’ married me an omega women. Family didn’ like tha’ so they took me eye an’ me wife. Surprised this side o’ tha pond didn’ ‘ear o’ it. Ah know ‘ow alphas like ta gossip.”

A freak and a pervert. Stiles felt his face twitch. Any alpha who intentionally sought out omegas for that deserved whatever had driven him out of Europe. Now Stiles was pointedly aware of how close they were standing, wondering if it was possible to feel unclean by proximity. He felt about the same when Peter Hale was in the vicinity. 

“Adjusting.” Scott said, twisting the end of a pen against his lips. Their attack had turned a lot of heads and he’d done his charming best to spin their story. If they went to war over an omega, they’d never be taken seriously. Even their own pack would turn their backs on them for violating the most fundamental basis of their entire society. Instead, he’d framed the attack as a power grab. The McCalls taking down an arrogant, unwanted alpha invading their territory and trying to set up a branch of his pack in Beacon Hills. It would be a warning to enemies that this part of the country was controlled by the McCalls and a reassurance to their allies that they were strong and traditional enough to maintain their position.

“Felix doesn’t hate naps, or you. He and I understand each other on a fundamental level.” Stiles said, with all the wisdom of two decades of life, but his breath hitched when Scott leaned in. A beat passed then everything fell apart. His shoulders slumped, a tired breath rattling through his lungs before he wrapped himself around his mate and crawled his way into Scott’s lap.

“This one already weighs ten pounds.” Shifting Nim on his hip, he gave the other omega a long look, taking note of the deep bruises under both eyes. “You look like you need a few more naps.” 

“If Nim’s got nap time, I would be happy to keep her company.” Stiles said. He waited a beat to clarify.

“Maybe it’s time to pack a bigger bag.”

” I just can’t turn my back on you for a minute Beacon Hills can I? What a mess, four of my allies at war with one another.” Kai sighs walking along the street, the fire and ‘dust’ settling somewhat. “Well I guess it’s time to choose a side.”

“There isn’t much of a choice.” Stiles countered coolly. It was going to be a slaughter. The McCalls were choking away the Romans' income sources, if they weren’t outright claiming their property. Stiles had no qualms doing more permanent damage.

knock knock mother fuckers

“I can have as many cars as I want. What happened to your sense of direction?” Stiles asked, and he wasn’t actually trying to incite. There might’ve just been a chance that she literally did not know where she was going, and that might have been a problem. He was perfectly capable of being nice!

“Well, unless you want more pictures floating around, I think we should wait until we’re somewhere a little more private.” Scott always jumped on the opportunity to tease, it lessened the sting. Lydia was a friend and an ally, he was glad she’d won, but disappointed in how his campaign had gone down in flames around him. Some things just weren’t meant to be, they had too many enemies to let them dream so big. For now, at least. There was still hope for later.

It was a sad day when Stlies couldn’t flirt (badly) back.

Scott exhaled slowly and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Everything ached, but it was a warm, satisfied sort of feeling. He’d never want to admit how good it felt to let out the aggression that built up inside of him or that he was indulging his alpha instincts. He always used to see that as a sign of failure. Violence and anger were his father’s calling cards, they were the cornerstone of alpha society and the source of all their problems. He was supposed to be different and learning just how similar he really was never sat well with him.

“Not the sort of round I’m interested in, bro.” Stiles said, smile pinched at the corners as he crossed the gym. This was safe, McCall territory, a building that belonged to one of Scott’s cousins who actually seemed like she would follow orders in a pinch. They’d been naive in thinking that having a few more people on their side meant success. Stiles wondered if they were ever going to achieve that.

Stiles was pulled back immediately, as if his guards expected the thuds to indicate something far more sinister than a couple of fallen books. A mountain of a wolf glowered down at Corey, as if assessing the risk he posed, while two of their group continued through the store, non-too subtly looking through the stalks.

“Well, there aren’t any time-traveling Deloreans handy, so I’m going to go with no.” Would Stiles care about what he’d been researching? Probably not. That didn’t mean he felt like sharing. 

“I dunno dude, they killed off the one person who was more liberal than we were. They seemed pretty ready for us.” Stiles said, even though he shouldn’t have been arguing, and he knew that he shouldn’t have been arguing. It was just more difficult to hear other people criticize Scott’s plans, regardless of who they were. That was a right reserved solely for Stiles... Not for people who may or may not have been downloading really bizarre porn (who funnily enough, were not Stiles on this occasion).