No Place For Promises

no place for promises

chapter 18: precaution

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking You can read it on AO3 as well.

“Who?” Too many questions circle around in his head but somehow that’s the one he chose to go with first. It’s not that he’s that desperate to tell two poor boys their families – family? Are they twins? Did they grow up together? Do they know about each other? – and happy lives are based on a giant secret, and that their biological father is actually a lunatic and serial killer and werewolf. Out of all the confessions, the latter even the worst one. 

Brett raises a brow. “Who ‘who’?”

This is not the time to fuck around. Not even a little bit. “His sons,” Stiles stresses jabbing the fork in the other boy’s direction. The curly fry goes flying, bounces off Brett’s cup and lands in the sea of ketchup. They both ignore it. “Who are his sons?” Two Hales being let loose in the world is a terrible idea, especially if they are Peter Hale’s children. They probably only have to follow the path of destruction, sass, and designer clothes. 

Brett tosses two fries into his mouth with a shrug. “I don’t know.” He swallows assessing the curly fry on his plate like he’s witnessing blasphemy, then returns his attention back to Stiles. “My mom was the secret keeper.” His gaze jumps outside for two deeps breaths. His lips curls slightly. His jaw sets. A moment later, he looks back at Stiles. “She died with the truth.” For the flicker of a second, Brett’s eyes gloss over and he closes them, squeezes them shut. It’s a far too familiar feeling, scraping, burning, emptying. Brutal. All consuming.

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When I was a kid it was my father’s people, the irish, who were looked down on. Called filthy foreigners. Discriminated against. Is that the xenophobic America you want? All religions, all nationalities, we all want the same thing.

I’ve made a gif :3 

Theo: I'm madly in love with you.

Stiles:

Stiles: Well, good luck with that.

Having been neighbours since they were little, Kira and Stiles grew up together and couldn’t be closer. But when Claudia died a year after her husband was fatally wounded during work, Stiles was about to end up in foster care. Ken and Noshiko couldn’t let that happen. Despite knowing how hard it is to raise a kitsune, and especially a nogitsune, they take him in and raise him alongside Kira as if he’s their own son. 

Even after almost ten years of training, Stiles has trouble to control his fox and creates chaos wherever he goes. Feeling bad about being the reason for moving so much, Stiles offers to become emancipated. Neither Noshiko nor Ken wants to hear anything about that, and the small family ends up in Beacon Hills, a small town in which a close friend of Noshiko’s lives. With her aid, they hope to help Stiles get the control he needs. 

Little did they know that the town has its very own beacon for chaos and the supernatural. Sticking together like glue, Kira and Stiles manoeuvre their way around school, try to stay out of the way of a pack of hunters and don’t start anything with the local packs. It’s stressful and not really helping Stiles’ situation. Throw in a not-quite werewolf who is far too confident and doesn’t hide his interest in him, and the mess is perfect.