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I'm gonna head to bed a little early tonight. Goodnight, guys! I love you!
Lessons SP
She grabbed him by the back of his shirt like a mother cat and jerked him back on the bed. “We’ve been through this,” she chastised, “I know that she hurt you, but this is different.” When he looked unimpressed she sighed and slowly let her hand run down his arm to show she didn’t mean any harm. “I’ve seen the way dad looks at you. He wants to treat you like he treats Stiles and Stuart, but he’s scared you’ll react badly.” she gave him a significant look, “I’d rather you react badly with me and not them.”
He had to admit, he was a bit moved by that last part. It was strangely comforting to have a parent-figure that cared. "I'm going to react bad to everyone whether they like it or not. And Caroline didn't hurt me, she merely took away what could have been a better life-- by society's standards anyway."
I'm who you think I am SP
Shaun almost growled, he was so irritated. He doesn’t hug. He refuses to. “The closest thing you’re going to get to a hug from me is a hug from the back. With a knife. Which should answer your question about ‘being right about me.’ Please let go.” Asking nicely was right at the line, hugging back was crossing it. By far.
Erica laughed. Not just a giggle, but a full on laugh. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, it was that she thought it was hilarious that she had found someone as stubborn as her. She had no doubt that he wanted to hurt her, to watch the blood drop from her body. But she still wasn’t afraid and she wasn’t sure as to why. Maybe it was because he still smelled like lavender.
"Nice try, but I’m still not letting go," she insisted with a gleam in her eye. "The Stilinski’s hug, you better get used to it from us, from me. I’m the only one you are allowed to threaten, understand?"she hissed, frown deepening as she glared up at him.
He could already tell it was going to be hard in Beacon Hills, Erica being the biggest clue of all. He was irritated, but he wasn't going to try and dispose of her just yet. Maybe not at all if he got to talking to his family.
"If I agree to that, then you have to agree to stop hugging me from now on." Shaun wriggled again, getting a little desperate to make her let go. Close quarters were not his forte unless he was going after somebody. She was definitely testing it.
Lessons SP
She shoved him onto the bed and bounced on after him, boxing him in before he could scramble away. “Calm down, have I ever hurt you?” she demanded hopefully, cocking her head and studying him. “I know you aren’t used to touch, but touching is how people show that they care,” she explained with a small smile, knowing how hard this sort of thing was for him. “So we are going to practice.”
Shaun glared up at her and pointed his index finger at her. "Touching may be how you show you care, but that's not how I do it. So, no, we aren't going to practice." He slithered lower and tried to worm his way through the opening closest to the door. He despised anything that involved touching and avoided it as best he could. Erica, however, was a different story.
I'm who you think I am SP
He pressed his lips together and wiggled a little. The close proximity was beginning to make him nervous. He moved his arms in an attempt to make her let go and tried to back away, but found her grip to be iron. It baffled him at first, but everything about her was so strange already. “I’ll make sure to try and find him first. Now, can you please just- Can you let me go?”
Erica chuckled. “You make that sound so eerie.” She looked up at him and smirked devilishly. “So tell me, am I right about you, Shaun?” she asked playfully, not worried about him hurting her at all. She also refused to let go, and simple continued to keep him in her grasp. “I’m not going to let go until you return the hug, obviously,” she said in a sarcastic monotone.
Shaun almost growled, he was so irritated. He doesn't hug. He refuses to. "The closest thing you're going to get to a hug from me is a hug from the back. With a knife. Which should answer your question about 'being right about me.' Please let go." Asking nicely was right at the line, hugging back was crossing it. By far.
A Friend In The Darkest Of Times || Kira and Stuart || AU
Kira barely even knew Stuart, but she had dealt with Stiles’ possession and knew that Stuart’s was vaguely similar. The instant he showed up on her doorstep, panting and fear in his eyes, she took him in and settled him down on the couch. He was littered with scrapes and scratches, his plaid button-up torn and mottled with crimson stains. The glasses she’d seen him wearing the other day weren’t even with him. His beanie was gone, too.
He was breathless, lost in a world of a new kind of pain, and Kira was somewhat sharing this. He wasn’t looking at her, or anything really. Just staring off into a world of complete and utter silence. She took a breath and stood, hands entangled and lips angled in a frown.
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Lessons SP
Erica lay on Shaun’s bed, wrapped in his blankets. Ever since she and Shaun had started sharing a room, she had gotten used to his odd ways, and had grown accustomed to his habits.
She cared about him, even though she knew he was dangerous. Naively, she thought herself and the Stilinski’s could help him. She wanted so badly to stop the stench of death from clinging to Shaun’s being. Home and blood made her skin feel too big and her heart beat too fast, made her anxious that something was hurting her family.
She heard the creak that meant he was almost to the door and burst through it, grabbing his hands before he could go for his knife. “Ah, ah, you aren’t stabbing me today, get in here,” she commanded while dragging him through the threshold.
Shaun's brows furrowed and he pulled his hands away. She was so touchy-feely, so intimate. He hated being touched. It's not that he hated Erica per se, he really didn't mind her especially after spending so much time with her. It was the way Caroline instilled touching in his head. Brutal, unforgiving, meant to make someone submissive.
"What are we doing this time?" he grumbled. Last time, Erica tried to convince him to go "shopping." The time before that, she tried to make him properly shake hands. The results were less than beneficial.
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I'm who you think I am SP
"They will both love you," she asserted while also skirting the question. She breathed in from where she pressed her face against his shoulder. He was stiff and unsure, but she knew he would get used to touching in this family. "But, Stuart is…Stuart will let you in first." She didn’t know how to explain that they were a close knit family, that the boys were her best friends. Her grip tightened, wanting him to understand that he was home now, that he belonged.
He pressed his lips together and wiggled a little. The close proximity was beginning to make him nervous. He moved his arms in an attempt to make her let go and tried to back away, but found her grip to be iron. It baffled him at first, but everything about her was so strange already. "I'll make sure to try and find him first. Now, can you please just- Can you let me go?"
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"Stiles no!" she shouted, the sound vibrating off the walls with her force. The sword shifted down and up, through his stomach as a sickening stutter came from Stiles lips. A crazy-eyed Stuart grinned, a blood colored gleam flashing in his eyes.
Stiles drifted to his knees, his mouth wide open with shock. Stuart dragged the red covered blade back through his brother, dropping it with a clang. “Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked with a manic grin, stalking towards her, leaving Stiles to gurgle on his own blood as he fell to his side, a ruined heap.
"I—I—" she stuttered, staring at him, finding herself unable to move. "It’s cause you love me more, isn’t it? You are still in love with me and you chose me," he taunted, touching her face with a stained hands. "But you really held the blade, didn’t you?" he asked callously, and suddenly the hilt was in her hand and Stiles was staring at her with unseeing eyes and she screamed.
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"You only love me because I look like him!" Stiles spat, his face colored with anger and teeth gritted. His hands were in fists as he paced at her, grim lines running down his face.
"No!" she yelled back, wanting to shove him but was afraid of hurting him. She felt lost and confused. Why was Stiles saying this? A familiar ball started in her chest and she began to fight back to tears.
"Yes, it’s true. I know you kissed Shaun, you only care about us because you are still in love!" he accused, finger like a knife in her face.
"Of course I’m always going to have feelings for him!" she confessed at the top of her lungs, hiding her face in her hands and turning away from him and his words. "But I love you, Stiles, more than anything. And I love Shaun, I’d do anything for him, you know that. You are my family! I love you all the most!" she finished, quiet and begging. Erica felt haggard and defeated, too tired to fight.
She looked towards him again but the room was dark and she was alone. “Stiles?” she asked, suddenly worried as she tried to traversed the house. “Stu? Shaun?” she called out, receiving no answer. The darkness crept in and she couldn’t see anything, there was nothing left. “Daddy?” she whispered brokenly, falling to the ground in a puddle of fear. She was alone. They were gone.
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Erica awoke with a start and heaved a deep breath before turning to the sound at her door. Stuart stood, brow creased and lips pursed. “I’m fine,” she lied, curling up in her blankets and sighing. He walked in after her and wound himself around her, his hands knotting around her stomach. “Another nightmare?” she heard from the doorway as Stiles and Shaun peeked into the bedroom before slinking in. Shaun crawled into the bed, stiff and uncomfortable, and made his way to the head board while he pulled her against him. He sat there dumbly before carding his hand through her hair, like she had done with him once. Stiles curled up like a cat at her front, taking her hands in his. “We’re here,” he promised, smiling a half smile at her as she blinked back tears at the kindness of the Stilinski’s.
Her last name might never been Stilinski, but she would always be one.
Mieczysław “Shaun” Stilinski
Wand~> Yew, 11 1/3 in, Dragon Heartstring
Patronus~> Crocodile
Status~> Half-Blood
The Stilinski family is well known in the Wizarding community, John Stilinski being head of the Auror Office and Claudia Stilinski having been the beloved Professor of Herbology at Hogwarts. Due to their Polish backgrounds, Claudia herself having been born in Poland, they named their three sons with very traditional Polish names.
Shaun was stolen away from his family shortly after his birth by a dark witch named Caroline Winters. She is his caretaker for the majority of his young life, something she hadn’t really kept secret from the boy. Caroline was cruel and uncaring, never showing Shaun affection or kindness. The boy was mostly kept hidden away in her house, never being allowed to leave on his own. His greedy and unbalanced nature just grew worse over the years under her so called care. Shortly after his tenth birthday Shaun had had enough, not wanting to be berated and scolded for things that weren’t worth it. With a knife from the kitchen, he ends her life so it doesn’t need to deal with her tyranny anymore. After it’s done, the boy feels no remorse, just a sudden euphoric peace that he never wants to forget. He continues after this feeling as he leaves her house, learning that he truly has no remorse for human life.
He lives on his on for a bit, before finally being found by Aurors who knew his father and returned him home. The reunion with his family is strained, mostly due to Shaun not even knowing how to feel or handle having a true family who actually cared. John was so happy to have his son back, barely wanting to leave the boy’s side after his return. His brothers are welcoming, Stuart a bit more than Stiles.
Once at school, him and Stiles are sorted into the same house, which Shaun is silently grateful to have someone he knows. He mostly keeps to himself, trying his hardest to resist his dark urges, not wanting to reveal his truest nature and be rejected by the family he finally has. Shaun does slip up a few times, leaving bodies behind that end up being case files on his father’s desk.
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SO BASICALLY, ever since school started, life has been total shit.
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I'm who you think I am SP
"You’re a Stilinski," she muttered, still refusing to let go of him. She gently started to rub his back and she could feel the tension in his bones, his unease. After a long while she explained, "It’s what your brother’s would want. They’d want me to help you."
This boy was dangerous, but his smell was messing with her. His place in her world was messing with her. Already she felt like she was supposed to protect him, and she barely knew him. What she knew about him wasn’t good, but Stuart would want her to try. So she tried.
He struggled with finding a way to busy his arms. He'd never really taken the time to become accustomed to intimacy in any manner of the word; and hugging back wouldn't exactly be his first thought. Initially, he would have reached for his knife first, but she didn't seem to be doing anything harmful. He was okay for now.
"Which brother exactly?" he asked, a sudden interest sparking. Something told him it was probably Stuart-- probably something to do with the sound of the name. That, and she did mention something about a relationship between them, right? Maybe he still had a lingering effect on her.
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