Stiles Stilinski-McCall

♠ Mate of the McCall Pack Alpha.♠ Majoring in Business administration at the university of Beacon Hills. ♠ Father of Two. ♠ Currently without a left eye.♠ Omega.

[silver-bowed-huntress]

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.

“I came straight here, I just needed somewhere safe, and Scott said…” She trailed off, uncomfortable with explaining herself around the guards. After all, she was wearing the Roman pack symbol, and given relations between the two packs, this was without a doubt, the most dangerous place she could be in their eyes.

“I’ll go if it’s a problem.” Not that she knew anywhere she could go, but she’d think of something.

[ho-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.

“Are you hurt? Is Clarke?” He asked instead, slowly leading her deeper into the sleeping household. His office was just on the floor above them. “We need to talk about this.” Stiles said, just edging over to stern, but his expression was kind. “But your room’s just like you left it. You can let go of her now. You’re safe.”

It would probably do Allison some good, but Stiles knew if he was in her position, anyone who tried to touch his daughter would be met with fangs and claws. It was for the best that Allison was more level-headed at her worst than he was at the best of times.

[silver-bowed-huntress]

@ho-stiles

Despite the plan failing, Allison ran with Victoria from the house fire to the only safe place she knew.

She probably looked a mess knocking on the door to the McCall’s, crying baby wrapped in a blanket, burns and soot on her face, but she didn’t want to go to some hotel. Be monitored by some guard, with her every movement reported back to Dimitri. This was the last place they’d look, after all. Plus. Scott had been very clear to tell her to get Victoria and come here as soon as she could.

But it was Stiles that was the first person she saw, and still she hurried inside, pacing the entryway.

“Dimitri’s house…. Gone.” She muttered, keeping her eyes down to the ground, enough emotions going around in her head that she wanted to just scream.

[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.

Then Kincaid entered his office.

Stiles was there to greet Allison when she arrived, as well as the McCall’s first aid team. He strode to her side first, gently resting a hand on her elbow, just beneath Clarke’s little foot. His guards did not like that. Stiles could already tell. One day he was going to get himself killed, but he didn’t think it would be today.

He hoped he was right.

“Allison, look at me.” He ordered softly. “I need you to stand still.”

The McCall guards intended on patting her down, making sure she was unarmed. Stiles didn’t want to think about what would happen if she wasn’t.

[sxto-txins]

“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.”

[ho-stiles]

“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.

“Hey, I know you guys just expanded, but if you’re thinking of another extension for Sinema, there’s a place I’ve got in mind. Already furnished and everything.”

[spxce-dxrito]

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.”

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[ho-stiles]

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. 

And now this fucker was implying he didn’t pay enough attention.

“If you’re looking for a sympathy vote, you’re looking in the wrong place.”

[redeyedmccall]

“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.

No one ever needed to know that they were being threatened into it. It was all a smokescreen and Scott hoped that they would be able to sell the lie to those who mattered.

“He’s not happy about spending a lot of time with the nanny. She keeps bringing the kids outside and apparently Felix hates the sun. Just like everything else. Scottie wants to teach him to swim, I’m sure that’ll go well.”

Scott leaned closer and rested his forehead against his mate. “It’s almost over.”

[ho-stiles]

“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.

They were in this together. When things were at their very worst, that was all Stiles had to hold on to. When Kincaid’s men rushed in and carefully herded their family away, or when he stared at the unfeeling lines of every progress report that still couldn’t quite diminish horror after horror of how well they were doing. 

Stiles fought for their children, their family, but Scott was the only one who held him together.

“Nothing new’s turned up on Her.“ He trailed off. There was nothing more to say, nothing to soften the blow.

[urfalseidol]

“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.” 

[ho-stiles]

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

“Napping. I mean. Someone else can watch her.”

[ho-stiles]

“Downtown went as planned,” Stiles mumbled, closing the door to Scott’s office behind him. “And we’ve got something from the Chambal Pack requesting a very polite meeting.”

Nowadays, the omega could never quite shake the bitterness from his tone. Stiles wasn’t trying very hard lately. There were dark circles under his eyes, but every night when his head hit his pillow, he was out like a light. It was a shame his busy schedule kept him late int the night and drove him up terribly early in the morning. It was unfortunately that things were already going as well as they could be. They were making good progress, and the McCalls had fallen into line and what protests they did dredge up seemed to lack any heat. Stiles had no illusions about their acceptance. For the moment, cards were falling in their favor. No one wanted to shatter a winning streak just yet.

Stiles was just far less prepared for this than he thought he was.

He dropped his papers on Scott’s desk and ran a hand through his hair before hitting the most important topic. “How’s Felix?”

It had been far too long since he’d seen either of his kids.

@redeyedmccall​

[urfalseidol]

“I carry an extra pacifier for Nim in my bag.”

[ho-stiles]

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

[sxto-txins]

” 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.”

[ho-stiles]

“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.

[ho-stiles]

The End

It was just after four in the afternoon. The club owned by Dimitri Roman was empty except for the administrative workers who came in before the night started. Among them was the alpha himself. 

The McCalls guards, their numbers bolstered and weapons drawn flooded into the club. They had the perimeter secured and all the exits blocked. Guards were subdued, forced down at gunpoint as Stiles carved a path through the building. 

"Dimitri Roman." He stated coolly. "Your pack alpha's getting an official notice, in case you haven't figured it out already. This is war."

As he spoke, the other attacks occurred simultaneously across the city, hitting the Roman Pack's home, his properties in Beacon Hills.

[runicscribbles]

[onedirectionforever]

knock knock mother fuckers

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Fourth of July is that magical time of year when Barrack Obama brings an eagle to every home in America

[tehnakki]

The worst thing about being in Glasgow on the 4th of July, not getting my annual Obama&Eagle visit =(((( It just really takes the AMERICA out of the holiday =(

[copperbadge]

You just get an angry Glaswegian with a can of hot dogs. 

[thebibliosphere]

…as a Glaswegian living in America, I know what I’m doing today!

[c0rahale]

Cora had a million things run across her mind she could say to Stiles, instead she went with a completely different topic. “So what happen to your jeep?”

[ho-stiles]

“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!

[redeyedmccall]

“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.

He leaned into his best friend, dropping sweaty kisses against his shoulder until the scent of stress assaulted him as hard as any punch he’d taken during training. Something was wrong, he could feel it in the way Stiles held himself. Wrong could mean so many things and Scott took a deep breath to steady himself.

“Alright, let’s go. But on the way, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

[ho-stiles]

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

Kincaid was normally a very thorough worker. To keep his employers alive for as long as he had, he needed to be, but he was taking more precautions than necessary. They were lead down a private elevator, and when they got to the garage, Kincaid’s men were still going over their bullet proof vehicle. A different driver from the one Scott had that morning was placed at the steering wheel. Stiles went with minimal fuss. Nowadays, he reserved his fuss for people who couldn’t get him killed.

He didn’t speak up until Kincaid gave them the signal.

“Someone’s threatening the kids. We have reason to believe it’s an inside job.” He nearly tripped over the words, his heart roaring in his ears as he fought to keep still. His hands were shaking, and Stiles couldn’t look at his husband. "Herself Erin Megere, but I’m getting nothing off the Megere Pack. Everything on them’s legit, but it’s like they popped out of the ground one day.

[redeyedmccall]

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.

But this was directed, fighting with a trainer as a work out to relieve tension and work out all those feelings in a place that was safe and no one would get hurt. Maybe he was more of an alpha than he wanted to be, but at least he was still doing all of this on his own terms and that was important.

He took a swallow from his water bottle and waved. “Hey! What’s up? I just finished unless you wanna go a round with me too?”

[ho-stiles]

“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.

He threw a towel at Scott’s face with a satisfying fwip, and he draped an arm over his mate’s shoulders, pulling him and nuzzling almost instinctively against his sweaty, gross side. That was how he liked Scott best. Stiles wanted to be distracted by his best friend. They just couldn’t afford it right now.

Kincaid had already gotten the message. Security had tightened around the Pack Alphas. Stiles just wished he could still believe in their system. “We gotta get you outta here, bro.”

His smile hadn’t gone anywhere. It just tasted like plastic.

[omegacorey-blog]

A small whimper left the boys lips as he shrugged on his jacket. He bit his lip to silence the sound. Slipping through the dark house he stopped to take the pill that was sitting out. A hormone pill that was supposed to draw in an Alpha and make them want him. IT worked fine for other omega’s but Corey often found himself spilling coffee or food or even gas on the unfortunate Alphas that crossed his path. He carefully broke the pill into two pieces and took them one at a time. His breakfast had been set out for him the previous night. He ate the bagel slowly wishing that his parents hadn’t dedcked the fridge so he could have a bit of cream cheese.

He moved out the door and chewed on his lip as he walked. He glanced up only to cross streets. HE quickly arrived at the bookstore he had managed to get a job at (after telling his parents that having a job might help him meet an Alpha.) Corey unlocked the door to the small hole in the wall shop and started his daily duties of organizing the books that hadn’t been put away the previous day, He hummed as he worked. When the bell chimed indicating someone had entered the store Corey moved towards the front of the store. His eyes locked on the others shoes. “Thanks for coming in today. If I can help you find anything p;ease don’t hesitate to ask.” He offered the other a smile before attempting to back away from them.

As he moved he bumped up against a stool which hada few book balanced carefully upon it. The books hit the floor with a loud clap and Corey was nearly instantly on the floor picking them up. “Sorry.” He piped up blushing darkly as he uttered near in audible swears about himself.

[ho-stiles]

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.

Every member of the party bore the McCall Pack symbol, Stiles included. He might have been an omega, but he wore no collar, and it was easy to see who was calling the shots. The Pack Alpha’s mate, through marriage not a contract, was a controversial figure at best. After all, with what the McCalls were going through, there were more than a few people who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.

He smiled. It wasn’t particularly pleasant. “Anyone else here?”

[urfalseidol]

“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. 

“We are in a coffee shop. Nothing gets past you, man.” Quirking an eyebrow, he made a point of taking a long sip from his coffee. But the last tidbit was news he hadn’t heard yet. “That’s probably for the best,” he said after a moment. “I know Scott was trying to be an agent of change, but it’s obvious people aren’t ready yet.”

[ho-stiles]

“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).

“He’d try to save the world if he could.” If his children weren’t holding him back, if Stiles wasn’t, if his family wasn’t - a controversial brother, and a Beta mother with questionable ties to other alphas. Hell, the McCalls might even help if he’d shacked up with someone respectable.

He sent Cris’s laptop a pointed stare. “You know that means he’d go out on the limb for family, too, right?”