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Mischief and Angel- Part 13

A/n: I didn't proofread this part so if there are any typos, that's my bad!

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Stiles' POV

I hold Y/n's hand between mine as I watch her face for any signs of her gaining consciousness. It's been 15 hours since we got her to Deaton's and she still hasn't woken up except for those few minutes when Deaton was burning the wolfsbane out of her injuries but as soon as he was done she passed out again. Deaton says it's her body's way of healing itself but I can see the genuine concern on his face and it breaks my hear every time, he doesn't know if she'll ever wake up and honestly, I don't either.

I press the back of her hand to my lips as more silent tears track down my face, "Come on Angel, you gotta wake up. I need you Y/n, if you don't wake up, I'll lose my mind and then Dad and Melissa will have to raise Lola and Dad will feed her donuts and twinkies instead of fruits and vegetables."

After a few more minutes of silence I whisper, "Melissa was right, if I would have stopped you, you would be okay. This is my fault and I'm so sorry, Angel, so, so sorry."

I press a kiss to her hand before setting it back down on the metal table in Deaton's clinic and wiping the tears off my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I run a hand through my hair before grabbing my phone of the table beside Y/n and calling Dad.

"Is she awake?!"

I swallow around the lump in my throat before shaking my head even though I know he can't see me, "Uh, no, no not yet. I was just calling to check on Lola."

I here a sigh before he answers, "She knows something is going on. She's pitching a fit over everything."

I sniffle before putting the phone on speaker and setting it back down so I can hold Y/n's hand again, "Is she eating? Or playing?"

"No. She keeps crawling around going, 'da.' I think she knows one of you is hurt or something and she wants you guys."

I study Y/n's bruised face before watching as her chest steadily rises and falls, the same as it has been since we got the worst of the wolfsbane out of her system. She had so much in her that Deaton wasn't able to get it all, which is the running theory of why she hasn't woken up yet and before I know it I can taste salty tears on my lips.

"Stiles? Son, you there?"

I snap out of my daze before clearing my throat, "Yeah, yeah I'm here. Can someone bring her here? I-I think I need her here with me. I can feel her distress now that I'm focusing and it hurts my heart."

"Welcome to being a parent. I'll have someone bring her over."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I move to end the call before Dad continues, "Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Just hang on a little longer kid, okay. She's going to be alright, if she was going to-to die, she would have already. She's just got her baby back, she's not going anywhere until she gets to hold her knowing with a 100% certainty that Lola is biologically her child."

I nod before wiping more tears, "Yeah, love you, Dad."

"Love you too, kid."

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I look up as angry toddle babbling fills the small room. I can't help the little smile as Scott walks through the door with an angry, yellow eyed, Lola. He makes eye contact with me and he looks absolutely helpless, "Man, you have got to taker her. She's threatening my life I swear it!"

I snort which causes Lola to stop her unintelligible verbal assault and turn to me with wide eyes. When she sees me her eyes flicker back to the honey amber color that matches my own before she tries to claw her way out of Scott's arms, "DA!"

My smile widens as I take her from Scott, "Hey there princess, I hear you're being quite the handful huh?"

She blinks before turning to look at Y/n and her eyes flash yellow before she lays a small hand on Y/n's arm, "Mama?"

My eyes widen in surprise for two reasons, one she finally said mama and Y/n's going to be livid that she missed it, and two, her voice was filled with concern and worry I didn't think a one year old could have.

I hug Lola a little closer before humming, "Mama is sleeping."

Lola turns to look at me with wide eyes before looking back at Y/n and whimpering, "Mama, hurt."

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath before opening my eyes and rubbing Lola's arm, "Yeah baby, Mama was hurt, but she's getting better."

Lola looks at me unconvinced before curling up against my chest causing her hair to get in my face. I brush her unruly locks away before holding her closer than before when she lets out little hiccups and I can feel tears wet the front of my shirt, "It's alright, princess, she's gonna be okay, Daddy promises."

I blink back my own tears as Lola's body shivers from her little hiccupping sobs that are absolutely breaking my hear into a million little pieces. I press a kiss to the crown of her head as her hand wraps around two of my own fingers and I pray yet again, please don't let me be a liar to my daughter, let her be okay.

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Y/n's POV

I can hear noises around me but it sounds like they're underwater and it feels like my limbs are made of lead. I try to open my eyes and mouth but it feels like they're glued shut and I inwardly growl, unhappy at my predicament.

I think about the last thing I remember and it starts to make sense as to why I can't move, fucking wolfsbane. I remember watching Stiles finally get rid of Gerard and Kate, and then it's blank until I woke up screaming from a blowtorch being dragged across my skin. I remember Deaton explaining that he was getting as much of the wolfsbane out as possible and I remember Stiles apologizing profusely as he helped hold me down, and then I remember nothing until this moment. This dang moment where the only thing I can do is listen to is a muffled voice.

I groan, inwardly since my vocal cords have went on a temporary vacation before focusing on the voice and quickly identifying the person as Stiles. I listen as he speaks, "Come on Angel, you gotta wake up. I need you Y/n."

I whimper at the pain and fear in his voice, I'm trying Mischief, I need you too and I'm sorry for scaring you but I'm here now, I promise.

I focus back on what he's saying and my jaw would definitely be dropping if I was capable of such a task, "Melissa was right, this is my fault and I'm so sorry, Angel, so, so sorry."

I listen in disbelief as anger builds, she said what?! Aw, hell nah! There is no way my mother even insinuated that Stiles could have prevented this, no way in hell she did that. I want to believe that she didn't say anything like that but by the emotions I feel flowing through the bond and his broken voice I know I'm wrong. I mentally scowl and promise that my mother and I will be having some words as soon as I can get the hell out of this coma type ordeal.

I listen as Stiles calls Noah, and I listen as they make plans for someone to bring Lola over and I can't help but smile, Lola is ours, Stiles and I did that, we made a beautiful little girl that has the best traits of both of us.

It's quiet for awhile except Stiles' heartbeat and the occasional self deprecating words that should never even dream of passing through the lips of my mate. There's a constant pressure on my hand that I quickly recognize as Stiles' own hands and occasionally his lips will press against my skin followed by a quiet 'I love you.'

When Lola finally shows up I know Scott is the one that brought her and from the angry babbling, Lola is not pleased about it. I smirk at the fact that she clearly got her father's sassiness and hopefully his sarcasm, just maybe not as bad as his. The moment she yells 'da' I have never wanted to open my eyes so bad in my life, that's my little girl, calling for her Daddy and I don't even get to see it.

I listen as Lola finally says 'mama,' I listen as she starts crying, and I listen as Stiles reassures her as best as he can and my hear absolutely shatters at the pain and fear that floods through both of their bonds. I grit my jaw and I can feel excitement flow through my body as my jaw actually moves, come on Y/n, you have to wake up, your family is scared.

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I don't know how much longer I lay there fighting for control of my own body but I know the second I manage to move my hand because I hear Stiles' small gasp before my hand is engulfed into one of his own, "Angel? Come on Angel, come on open your eyes. You can do it."

I try but they still won't open and I can feel Stiles squeeze my hand before he speaks again, "That's okay, Baby it's okay, can you squeeze my hand? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

I will all my strength into my hand before squeezing and I know I manage to do it because Stiles gasps before groaning, "Not so tight, not so tight!"

I grimace and ease my grip slightly as Stiles threads his fingers through mine as he rubs my knuckles, "Take your time, no need to rush, I know you're okay now so just rest. Lola and I will be here when you wake up. She's asleep right now or she'd probably try to crawl all over you again. Oh! She finally said mama! Full word, not just ma, like she says da. Maybe she does prefer you, she also said hurt so her vocabulary is growing. Before you know it she'll be talking full sentences and won't be quiet. Gosh, she'll be walking soon, she's already pulling herself up and soon she'll be running around and crawling on things, giving us heart attacks every five seconds."

I want to smile as he rambles on but it's like every muscle in my face won't listen to what my brain is trying to tell them. So instead I lay there with my fingers laced through my mate's and listen to his soft voice as I wait until my body responds to my brain.

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I don't know how long I laid there unable to move but when the ability came back it was like a switch was flipped and everything moved at once. My eyes fly open as I push myself up to be in a sitting position and I gasp in pain at the quick movements.

Before I have a chance to take in my surroundings Stiles is crouching in front of me to look me in the eyes, "Hey, hey, take it easy Angel! You took one hel-heck, of a beating and you still haven't fully healed."

I lick my lips and nod before whispering, "Water."

He nods before standing to his full height and giving me a quick kiss on my temple before moving around to get me a bottle of water from the fridge in the corner of the room.

Once I drank some of my water, with Stiles mother henning the whole time, "Small sips! Small sips Y/n! You'll make yourself sick!"

I clear my throat as I grab Stiles' hand and pull him to stand in between my legs, "Where's Lola?"

He smiles before looking to the left and down at the floor where Lola is curled up and sleeping on one of my hoodies and a blanket that looks suspiciously like Stiles and I's dedicated cuddle blanket. I smile before Stiles wraps his arms around me and tugs me as close as he can, "She wouldn't calm down unless she had something of yours and she wouldn't let go of me unless she had something of mine, so I had Scott grab our blanket and one of your hoodies that way she can smell both of us."

I smile and nod before wrapping myself around Stiles like an octopus, "They tried to make it so I couldn't have anymore kids. They took Lola from us, and then they tried to take away the chance to have more. Did-did Deaton say if there's any permanent damage?"

Stiles rubs my back as he mutters against my hair, "No, nothing permanent you'll just be sore for another day or two until all the wolfsbane circulates out of your system and your body can heal itself."

I nod before pulling away from the hug just enough to cup his face, "I love you, so so much. I would have died if you hadn't been there. You saved me, just like you always do."

Tears begin to glisten in his eyes as he brings a hand up to hold my wrist, "I'll always come for you Angel, always. You're my world, and Lola is now too, and I'll do anything for you two, and hopefully at some point we'll have more kids, and I'll do everything in my power to keep them safe too. I would lose my mind without you Angel, even before we were mated, it would have killed me to lose you. I'm so sorry that they got you and I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner."

I sniffle as my own tears burn my eyes, "Oh, Mischief, I knew you would find me, I never doubted it for a second. And don't apologize for what they did, there was nothing you could have done to stop it, and you found me. That's all I could have asked for."

I wipe away the single tear that trickles down his cheek as he whispers, "I should have gone with you or made sure one of the wolves was with you. It's my fault this happened to you, I should have protected you."

I scowl and tilt his head back up to look at me, "You couldn't have prevented anything, it was going to happen sooner or later and there is nothing that anyone could have done. Listen to me, this wasn't your fault, it wasn't anybody's fault except their own. You, are the reason I'm alive, you are the reason they can't hurt anybody else, and your the reason that they didn't kill me the first time they kidnapped me."

He goes to protest and I put a finger against his lips, "No, don't! This. was. not. your. fault. Stiles Stilinski you are the reason I'm alive! That's the only thing you're guilty of, being a damn good fiancé and mate."

He nods but I can see the guilt in his eyes which has me remembering something he said when I was in a coma, "You know, I heard you, before I could move my hand, I heard you talking to me. It was what kept me from freaking out because I knew you were right there with me."

He quirked a small smile before it fell as I continued speaking, "I hear what you said, about what Mom said. Answer me honestly, is she the reason you blame yourself for this?"

His eyes flicker around the room as he panics but I wrap my legs around him a little tighter until he is looking at me again, "Stiles, it's okay, tell me the truth."

He swallows before looking down and giving a small nod and I narrow my eyes as I plan the less than pleasant conversation I am going to be having with my mother.

I loop my arms around his neck before carding one of my hands through his hair, "It's okay Mieczyslaw, it's not your fault. Not a single thing you did was wrong. She didn't know what she was saying, she was probably angry and scared because she didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't true then and it isn't true now."

He nods before burying his face in the crook of my neck, and we stay like that, just holding each other for as long as we needed to reassure each other that we were okay. That we are both breathing and safe in each other's arms.

We held each other until I could hear our little fox's heat speed up as she began to wake up. I pull away from Stiles before sliding off the table and taking a step towards Lola, "Are you awake now sleepyhead?"

At the sound of my voice her head shoots up and she's pushing herself onto her wobbly little legs before screeching, "MAMA!"

I feel tears of joy fill my eyes before Stiles and I grab each other's hands and gasp as Lola take little waddling steps. She almost falls a few times before she finds her balance and without realizing what I'm doing, I'm kneeling on the ground holding my arms out, "Come on Lola, come to mama!"

She looks at me with wide, excited amber eyes as she toddles over before collapsing in my arms with a small squeak, "Mama, otay."

I chuckle a watery chuckle as I pull her close, "Yeah baby, mama's okay."

I look up at Stiles to see him in a similar state to me, except he's holding his phone and videoing the whole thing. I wait until his phone is back in his pocket before whispering, "She did it, our little fox can walk and talk."

He crouches down to rub Lola's back before giving me a quick kiss, "Little fox, I like that."

I chuckle and nod, "Yeah, me too."

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A/n: This one was fun to write, specifically the parts with Lola because I am in love with that little girl. As always, let me know what you think and if there is anything you would like to see in the series!!

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This screams Stiles Stilinski. Totally see this being his motto 😂😂

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Mischief and Angel- Part 12

A/n: Be prepared for some angry Stiles because our boy is pissed! And doesn't he just love taking people by surprise, because he sure as hell does this chapter.

As a warning this is pretty graphic! There is a lot of blood and torture and it gets pretty bad there for a second so proceed with caution! If you don't want to read it, message me and I can give you the summary of what happens!!

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I whimper as the burning in my abdomen gets worse when my arms are chained above my head. I hear a chuckle as my wrists are locked in place, "Poor little thing. Really is a pity, I liked you, you were real feisty."

I let out a small growl as I stare into the sadistic brown eyes of Kate, "What do you want from me?"

She steps back until she's leaning against a table and I can feel the blood drain from my face at what's sitting beside her. She raises an eyebrow before glancing down and when she looks back at me, she's smirking, "I'm sure you remember this from our last meeting, don't you?"

My eyes widen as it finally registers what I'm chained to, a metal wall coated in wolfsbane, oh God not again. I can feel my muscles strain as they tug against the wolfsbane laced cuffs as Kate snorts out a laugh, "You know, last time I was here it was with Derek. It was quite a relaxing time, almost as nice as our last meeting. I plan to one up that one, aren't you excited?"

I try to swallow down my nerves as I do the only thing I can think of, "Go to hell."

She fakes a pout before sighing, "Well, that wasn't very nice."

She pushes herself off the table before pushing the table a little closer, obviously giving me a clear view of what's on the itinerary for today. I close my eyes as her fingers dance across the device in her hands before I let our a mix between a sob and scream as 900,000 volts of electricity flows through my body, but somehow, it doesn't hurt as much as it did before. I feel my fangs and claws protrude as my eyes glow their beta gold before a wave of worry, comfort, and pain flows through my body and I whimper the only thing on my mind, "Stiles."

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Stiles' POV

"JESUS! FUCK!"

I grind me teeth together as I tangle my fingers through my hair and curl into myself, "Oh God, how is she still conscious?!"

"She's a werewolf."

I glance up and glare at Deaton, "No shit sherlock, I had not fucking clue!"

Deaton at least has the decency to grimace a little bit, "If you can feel her pain it means you are taking some of it from her."

My eyes widen, "Some? Some?! This is some?! She's in more pain that this?!"

He grimly nods, "I'm afraid she is enduring roughly 13x what you are experiencing at the moment."

I let out another groan of pain, this time it feels like something sharp is dragging across my ribs. I squeeze my eyes together before silently thinking about what to do. If this isn't even close to what she's feeling I can only imagine just how deep that cut was and it pisses me off that someone thinks they can do this to her. She's a literal angel, she would never hurt someone without a reason yet she's being tortured for seemingly no reason. We don't have anything they would want, no secrets, no information, no powerful amulets, or-wait, "Powerful."

I look up to see everyone looking at me in concern like I'm losing my mind before I force my way through the still sharp, dragging pain that is now on my thigh. I send more comfort and love down the bond before straightening my posture, "Power, they have no idea about me."

I'm met by empty stares before rolling my eyes, "They don't know I'm a spark, they don't know Y/n and I are mated."

Lydia's eyes light up when she understands what I'm saying but Erica raises an eyebrow, "Uh, can't they see the whole impression of teeth on your guy's throats?"

I smirk and shake my head as Lydia answers, "They can't see it."

Everyone except Lydia and Deaton look confused so I run my fingers through my hair one more time before explaining, "They aren't supernatural, which means they can't see the mating bite. Yes, they can see a scar, but to non supernatural creatures it just looks like a normal run of the mill scar. Everyone in this room can see it as the mating bite because they are somehow directly involved in the supernatural, except Dad and Melissa."

They all nod before Scott furrows his eyebrows, "Won't they get suspicious that she has a scar? She's a werewolf so she would have healed."

I nod before sighing, "Well considering what they're doing to her right now I don't think a scar is going to look that out of place at the moment."

As if on cue I gasp as something is stabbed through Y/n's thigh, "I swear to God, I'm going to kill them for doing this to her!"

I make eye contact with Scott letting him know I'm being serious and I'm surprised at the nod I receive, "I know."

I feel my eyes glow as determination and anger courses through my veins, if they think they can get away with hurting my mate, my Angel, they've got one hell of surprise coming their way.

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Y/n's POV

I take deep desperate gasps for air as Kate pulls the knife out of my thigh and sets it on the table, "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

I glance down as blood pours down my leg before looking at Kate as she speaks, "Well first of all, it's really, really fun. Second of all, you're a werewolf, and lastly, you killed me!"

I lick my chapped lips before speaking, "Clearly I need to redefine what being dead means 'cause you sure as hell seem pretty alive to me."

She rolls her eyes before scoffing, "That's because the witch that was working for us at the time revived us. She's the same witch that transferred your precious little Lola, to me."

My eyes widen in surprise as I stutter, "Y-you...Lola..."

She smirks before tapping her nails on the table, "Yes, me. Morning sickness is a bitch, especially when the only thing you want to do is kill the damned thing."

I snarl and make a lunge for her before being stopped by the chains, "If you hurt her I'll kill you."

She snorts, "Please, if I wanted to kill her now she'd already be dead. No, no, see she will die, very soon, but I'm going to make you watch. You and your pathetic little boyfriend."

I growl, "He'll kill you before you even touch her."

"Your little, True Alpha? Really? He doesn't scare me."

I let out a short bark of laughter as I rub my cheek across my bicep hoping to get some of the blood off, "You are such a fucking idiot. I'm not talking about Scott, I'm talking about my fiancée."

She doubles over in laughter as if I just said the funniest thing and I scowl at her. As she slowly recuperates from her laughing fit we're joined by Gerard. I press myself closer to the metal behind me in silent fear as Kate turns to her psychotic father, "You'll never guess what she just said."

I narrow my eyes as she repeats what I said and Gerard himself laughs, "You think we're scared of Stiles? The puny, weak, human?"

I raise an eyebrow before licking my bottom lip, "God, you guys are stupid."

They both glare at me and this time Gerard is the one to step up to their trusty table of toys. As his eyes flick over the blood covered options he speaks, "As my daughter may have mentioned, you never did miscarry, your daughter was just moved from one womb to the other. You should thank Kate really, carried the mutt for eight months and gave you a chance to meet her."

My eyes flash as I growl, "I would have got to meet her if you would have just left us alone! She's my daughter, my baby, and you stole her from me, from us. You never gave us the chance to get to know her as a baby, to get that special bonding time, watch her grow, and because of that I'm going to watch as he breaks every bone in your body and then leaves you out to rot."

Kate snorts again but otherwise remains silent as Gerard seemingly decides on a knife, a knife that he drenches in wolfsbane so strong that it's burning my nose and making my dizziness worse. I gulp as he turns and looks at me, "We were hoping to deter you from procreating, but it appears that you still plan to, don't you?"

I watch warily as he steps closer before he chuckles, "We can't have that, so I'm going to take that ability from you."

My eyes widen as I press myself back as far as I can go before whimpering, "Please, don't, please. Just kill me, you already said that's what you're going to do, just kill me!"

He hums before shrugging one shoulder, "I've changed my mind, if you survive this, you get to live."

For the first time since this started I let my emotions show as tears begin to fall and I beg, "Please don't do this! Just kill me! Anything but this, please!"

All my begging does is make both of them smirk as Gerard makes his way over, "And if you survive this, I'll make sure to end your little human in front of you so you know you really are left with nothing."

Instead of more crying and begging, I'm overcame by an anger so strong I'm literally seeing red and Lily bares her fangs and crouches, ready to pounce. As Gerard gets in arms length I do what wolves do best, I howl.

Gerard stumbles slightly from the noise before grunting, "Shut up, they won't hear you down here."

I snarl before screaming as the knife is plunged through my flesh. I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing past the pain as Lily pushed her way to the surface. I start to fight her for control but the knife is pulled down and I back down, giving her control.

As my energy is renewed my hands wrap around the chains holding my arms up before pulling my legs up and kicking Gerard as hard as I can, sending him across the room. As he hits the ground Kate grabs her gun off the table and points it at me, "Don't move or I'll shoot you."

I snarl before looking down as the knife that had been embedded in my skin falls to the ground sending a ring throughout the dingy, dark room. I watch as the puddle of blood below my gets bigger by the second and the energy within me starts to leave just as fast.

I wheeze, struggling to breath before perking up as I hear the spastic heartbeat that I could pick out of a crowd of a million people. At the sound of our mate, Lily retreats and I sag as all my energy goes with her, before looking at Kate, "My mates here."

Kate furrows her eyebrows in confusion before the door that had once been on hinges falls to the floor and I can't help but use the little bit of energy I have left to smirk, "No witch will bring you back this time, bitch."

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Stiles' POV

I groan slightly in pain before shaking it off and trying to focus. I close my eyes again and focus on the mate bond looking for someway to find Y/n. After another minute I open my eyes and glare at Deaton, "It isn't working."

He sighs as if he's been over this a hundred times before speaking, "You have to want it Stiles!"

"Want it?! Deaton it's all I fucking want right now!"

"Then believe, will it into existence."

I grit my jaw before closing my eyes and focusing back on the bond, alright Stiles, focus, this is your mate and she's in pain, and she's scared and they're probably going to kill her if you don't find her so fucking focus!

My eyes fly open as I jump off the couch, "I've got it but we have to go, now! Right now, move before I leave you all here!"

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As soon as we're in the building I can feel that she's close. It's like a buzzing itch under my skin but this place is fucking huge and I have no idea where to start. There are so many different scents that the wolves can't pick out her scent.

I tap my fingers as nervous energy flows through my body when a pained and angry howl shakes the building and then the wolves are running through the halls like they have a fricking map of it engrained into their brains.

Me and all the others that aren't enhanced with super speed and super hearing sprint to keep up with them, winding through halls and descending two different staircases before we come to a stop in front of a strong metal door. I push my way through the wolves and lay my hand on the door willing the stupid thing to just fall off the hinges, and I'll be damned it did just that.

I step through the door as Kate spins around and I notice that Gerard is trying to get up off the ground. My eyes dart around the room to make sure that they're the only two here before finally letting my eyes fall on Y/n.

I suck in air as I look at the blood, the cuts, and the bruises covering her body that still haven't healed and from the looks of it they won't be healing for awhile because of the fucking wolfsbane.

Her eyes snap up to meet mine and she smiles a weak smile, "I knew you'd come, Mischief."

I sigh in relief at the fact she's aware enough to speak as I answer, "Always, Angel."

She responds with a smile and I can feel her love and relief before glancing at the others, "Get her, I'll deal with these two."

Once Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Kira run towards Y/n, I turn my eyes to the two psychos in front of me, "Now, I'm going to break every fucking bone in your body," the room is filled with loud snaps and wails of pain as they slump to the ground, "I'm going to make you feel the pain she's in," the room is filled with pained screams as I will Y/n's pain onto them, before squaring my shoulders, "And now I'm condemning you to eternal death with no chance of being resurrected, and finally, I'm going to kill you for what you did to my mate."

Gerard's eyes widen as he heaves, "You're a spark, and you're mated."

I smirk, "Damn right grandpa, two rarities wrapped up in lil' ole me."

They watch me with wide eyes as I raise my hand before snapping my fingers and watching as they turn to dust. Holy shit! I totally just Tony Starked those suckers! I guess watching Avengers last night influenced my techniques.

I feel all the power recede back to my chest as Scott calls, "Stiles, get over here!"

I feel the blood drain from my face as I rush over to where Scott is holding Y/n on the floor. I sink to my knees and pull her towards me as Scott looks at me with tear filled eyes, "Her heart is weak. We need to get her to Deaton."

I glance down at her face taking in all of her features and how she looks peaceful before nodding, "She's out cold, so she won't feel it but we need to go. I can feel the bond getting weaker."

My voice waivers and cracks on the last sentence as Scott picks her up and heads towards the door. I follow close behind begging any force or deity that's out there, please don't let her die, please.

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A/n- Um...so that happened and I totally only cried a little bit when I proofread it (don't be surprised if there are some mistakes, my eyes were a little blurry). Let me know what you think is going to happen and if you have any suggestions for what you want to happen!

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WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!

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do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

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You know what the anon option is for? (✿◠‿◠)

For shy people who are too scared to talk to their favourite blogs. (◡‿◡✿)

Not for you to act like a piece of shit. ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

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Mischief and Angel- Part 11

I snarl down at the grinning face of Kate Argent before raising my claws ready to slash out her throat when she chuckles, spitting up a little blood, "Her birthday is February 2nd by the way."

I falter slightly and she laughs her sadistic little laugh, "Yeah, what's her name? Lola isn't it?"

I let out a growl and she smirks, "She's yours you know, biological and all that jazz. Congrats."

I pull back in surprise, craving answers and Kate takes my moment of distraction to stab a wolfsbane laced dagger through my torso. My eyes widen as I gasp in pain before I'm being pushed to the ground. I hiss and choke out a cry as the blade is twisted in a full circle as Kate's face appears above mine, "Don't worry dear, I'll tell you everything you want to know, but it'll be on my terms."

I weakly try and push her hands away before she pushes herself up, using the handle of the dagger as her only leverage. I arch in pain as black starts to cloud my vision telling me I'm about to pass out. I frantically look for someway to leave a message when I make eye contact with the camera and try my best to leave a message. I take gasping breaths as my vision fades in and out and the last thing I see is Gerard Argent looking down at me with a sneer before glancing up and looking, presumably at Kate, "Tell her, and then kill her."

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Stiles POV

"What do you mean she's missing?!"

"Stiles, calm down."

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down Scott! My fiancée is missing, my mate Scott, and I can't fucking feel her and it's freaking me the fuck out! So someone, tell me what the hell is going on and where the hell my fiancée is?!"

I feel someone lay a hand on my shoulder and I instinctively fling my arm back effectively knocking the hand off of my shoulder before spinning around to seethe at Dad, "Don't. Touch. Me."

He holds up his hands and backs up slightly before speaking, "Hey, sorry, sorry, but you need to calm down Stiles. Let Lydia explain and then we'll figure out what to do."

I take a deep shaky breath before sinking down to sit on the bottom of the stairs, "Okay, okay," I look up and meet the gaze of a worried and guilty Lydia, "What happened?"

Lydia's frown deepens and I notice how she's slightly shaking and her bottom lips quivers, "I-I don't know what happened, we were at the mall, just window shopping you know?"

Allison lays a comforting hand on Lydia's arm, "Deep breaths Lyds, we need you to tell us what happened so we can find Y/n. Do this for her."

Lydia takes a deep breath and nods once before her eyes harden as her guilt turns to determination, "We were at the mall since we both had a free day and it has been quiet on the Gerard and Kate issue for awhile and we had just finished eating when she said she needed to run to the bathroom. I offered to go with her but she said no, that she would be right back because she only had to pee and then she asked me to look for the one candle scent that Stiles loves. I watched her walk towards the bathrooms and then she never came back. I went and looked for her and all I found was what looked like blood splatter on the wall, it looked like someone's face was slammed against it and their nose started bleeding."

I clutch my hands into fists as I check in on our bonds to see if I can feel her but it's still silent. I take a deep breath before dropping my face into my hands and fighting back tears as I whisper, "Pain, so much pain and anger."

Everyone turns to look at me and I rub my hands down my face before sniffling as I sit up straight, "The last thing I felt from her was sudden, it was anger, a lot of anger, and then unfathomable pain, right before terror took over for a split second before she disappeared. The bond is still there and I haven't went fucking crazy yet so she's still alive. It feels like the bonds when she's asleep so I think she was probably knocked out."

Everyone lets out some sort of whimper or whine, including the humans, before the door is flung open and Melissa comes rushing through demanding, "What happened?! Why did I get the 911 text, who's hurt, who's missing, or who do we have to kill?"

She stops in the entryway as she takes in everyone and I can see the moment it clicks that the only person not present is her daughter. She sucks in a breath before her eyes settle on my and I can see the fear in her eyes which has me choking back more sobs as she asks, "Stiles, where's my daughter?"

I bite my cheek trying to gain control before swallowing and then standing up, "We don't know." Her eyes widen as she comes to stand in front of me, "What do you mean you don't know? Can't you feel her or do your weird voodoo mate shit and find her?"

I shake my head slowly and whisper, "N-no, I...I can't, I'm sorry Melissa but I can tell you that she's still alive."

Her eyes widen even more before dropping into a glare, "Sh-She's alive?! That's it?! Aren't you her mate and supposed to know this crap?! What the hell were you even thinking letting her go out alone when two fucking psychos are on the loose and clearly after blood?!"

I swallow her words as they cut deep before answering, "She wasn't alone, she went with Lydia. I thought-I thought she would be okay to get out of the house for a couple hours."

Lydia shrinks back as if she had been slapped, and I can't help but sympathize because I'm feeling about the same x10 right now. I lick my lips out of nervousness, praying that Melissa is done shooting bullets but it appears they're going unanswered today.

"Lydia! You sent her out with Lydia! The least threatening one in the pack and you send my daughter out with her? What the hell is wrong with you Stiles, you're supposed to stop her from doing stupid stuff when there's psycho killers on the loose! What were you thinking? Hell, were you thinking at all?!"

I flinch back before looking at the floor as Scott jumps forward, "MOM! Stop! Are you thinking? You know no one can tell Y/n what to do besides look at him, he's beating himself up right now without you coming around and adding fuel to the fire. He's more connected to her than any of us and as soon as he felt her bond go silent he went batshit crazy, it took Boyd, Erica, Isaac, and me to keep him from running out here full on white eyed and sparked out."

I glance up as Melissa's anger falters and Scott continues, "Jesus Mom, she's his mate, his world, take what you feel right now and multiply it by 1000, that's what he feels like right now. Just, calm down before you send him into another spiral, because although his eyes are really frickin cool, he's really freaking scary."

Melissa turns to look at me and I look away to avoid eye contact before stumbling back as I'm slammed into before being wrapped in a rather tight hug, "Oh God Stiles, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of it, I was just angry and scared and you were who I took it out on. I am so sorry, honey."

I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug as she sobs into my shoulder and I fight to hold back my own tears because I know if I start crying now I'm not going to stop.

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I tap my fingers against the desk as dad scrolls through the security tapes from the mall looking for any idea as to what happened and where she went. We're 103% sure it was Kate and Gerard but we still don't know specifics.

I perk up as Dad stops fast forwarding through the tape when he sees Y/n and Lydia in the food court and from there we bounce between the cameras until she disappears into the bathroom. Luckily there is a clear shot to the bathroom door to make sure no one steals anything and we watch as a blonde quickly slip through the door less than a minute after Y/n and I can feel my eyes flash white as I let out a pretty impressive snarl, "Kate."

We watch until they exit through the bathroom door together and then slipping out of a back door on the backside of the mall. Dad switches cameras again and I watch as a pretty brutal fight breaks out until Y/n has Kate pinned down and has the opening for a final blow before she falters. I lean forward and furrow my eyebrows wondering why she faltered before scowling and wincing as she's pushed off Kate and the dagger that had been embedded in her flesh is twisted. I close my eyes and look away not being able to stomach the pain on her face, at least until Dad gasps, "Stiles."

I look at him before he rewinds the tape and points before slowing it down, "Watch."

I flinch as the dagger is twisted and pushed on as if it isn't impaled through my mate's stomach. I watch as Y/n's eyes dart around somewhat frantic before she makes direct eye contact at the camera before moving her hand in multiple different signs that I vaguely recognize but have no idea how to interpret.

I grit my teeth out of irritation before I remember where exactly I had seen those signs before. I scramble for my phone before dialing the only person I can think of that would know what the hell Y/n was trying to tell us.

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Lydia strolls through the office door less than ten minutes later before moving to look at the screen, "Okay, what do you need me to try and interpret?"

I replay the tape again and can see the tears as she sees her best friend get stabbed before she gasps. She narrows her eyes before rewinding the tape for a few seconds as she looks at me, "It's sign language, we learned some of it so we could talk to each other during school. We only really ever got the basics and the alphabet figured out but she's spelling something out, I need a piece of paper and a pen."

This time Dad is the one that scrambles to pull a notepad out of his desk before plucking a pen out of his pen holder and all but shoving them at Lydia. Lydia takes them before she rewinds the tape for approximately another eternity before she hands the paper to me, "I think it's for you."

I look down at the paper and my breath hitches at the three words scribbled on the paper, 'she is ours.' I slam the paper down on the desk causing Dad and Lydia to jump before I angrily seethe, "Of course they were the ones to fucking take Lola."

Lydia looks at me with concern and confusion in her eyes, "What are you talking about? Lola's safe at home."

I point at the note before running a hand through my hair, "Y/n and I had a hunch that the baby she miscarried, wasn't actually miscarried."

Lydia furrows her eyebrows in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

I let a sad smile slip out before pointing at the screen, "When she faltered, when she could have killed Kate but didn't, I think Kate told her what we had suspected...Lola is our biological daughter that was somehow taken from Y/n, more than likely transferred to someone else."

She stares at my in shock before asking, "Is that even possible?"

I sigh before nodding, "Yeah, I went to Deaton about it and he said that it is possible but you would need another woman to carry the baby to full term and a witch to actually transfer the baby from one womb to the other. It was only ever used in dire situation, like the original, biological mother is dying and the baby is moved to another woman to carry the baby."

Lydia gapes, "You mean to tell me that some sicko magically moved a baby out of Y/n's womb, causing her to fall into grief because she thought she miscarried the baby, into another one?"

I nod and she scowls, "What kind of fucking sicko would do that?!"

I raised an eyebrow and she deflated, "You...you don't think Kate...?"

I blanche at he suggestion before I shakily nod, "I-it...the timeline would work. If we're right and Lola was transferred to-to Kate, oh God that makes me sick, it would make sense as to why they dropped off the map for all those months."

I look to see Dad scowling, obviously paying attention as Lydia asks, "Is-is Lola related to Kate somehow?"

I let out a relieved sigh and shake my head, "No, not possible. She was simply just a carrier. Y/n and I had already made Lola, she was 100% our DNA and they couldn't change that. Kate would have only carried her and then gave birth to her, but no relation and she wouldn't have the same motherly love that Y/n would have had. Well, Y/n/n has it now, but no, no relation to the Argents, thank fuck."

Surprisingly Dad is the one to sigh in relief, "Oh thank God, I can't stand the Argents, except for Allison, and sometimes Chris. I'm still a little mad that he was going to shoot you when everything went down with the nogistune."

I go to respond before I jump up so fast my chair almost flips before turning to Dad and Lydia with wide eyes, "She's awake!"

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A/n- Well, some mysteries are slowly getting solved, now they just need to find Y/n before it's too late. Let me know what you think!

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Mischief and Angel- Part 10

"Let me get this right, not only are Gerard and Kate back, but this child, this random child that just so happens to look like a perfect mix of both of you, showed up and then forged a parental bond with both of you? Not only that, but her birthdate lines up with the baby you miscarried and she's practically named after Claudia?"

I nod as my hand tightens around Stiles, "Yeah, pretty much sums it all up."

I'm met with a blank stare before Mom turns to her right to look at Noah, "You have any questions, Noah?"

Noah scratches his chin and leans back in his recliner, "I have multiple, but I'm not shocked about Gerard and Kate, nor am I shocked about the parental bond thing, I'm shocked that Y/n went through a miscarriage, and we had no idea."

I look down at my socks as Stiles moves his hand to rub small circles on my thigh as he more than likely glares at his dad, "Dad, can we not with this right now, or ever? You don't understand the pain she feels every time the baby we lost is directly brought up."

I glance up to see Noah and Mom frown as they look at me before Mom nods, "Okay, I'm sorry Sweetheart, we won't mention it again. At least we'll try not to."

Noah nods in agreement before Mom's face breaks into a wide grin as she moves to the edge of her seat, "So, when do I get to meet my granddaughter?"

At the mention of Lola I perk up and smile before standing from the couch, "Right now, I'll go and get her from Amelia."

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I close the basement door behind me as I walk towards the living room and Lola happily flings her little rabbit around until she sees Stiles. As soon as they make eye contact she screeches out a happy little sound and flings her rabbit, successfully smacking me in the face before I save it from falling onto the floor. I chuckle as she holds her hands out in Stiles' direction, "I think she has a favorite."

When I get to Stiles, Lola practically swan dives from my arms and into Stiles' awaiting arms. He wraps his arms around her as she babbles nonsense as if she's telling the most exciting story.

Stiles' smile never drops as he watches her every move before I hear a gasp, "She looks like a carbon copy of baby Stiles."

Stiles and I look over to see Noah with slightly damp eyes and Mom with a happy little smile. I glance at Stiles before looking back at Noah, "I know, I've tried to figure out if there was a way for the pregnancy to somehow transfer or something but I haven't found anything."

"Y/n..."

I turn and look at Stiles and frown, "I know, I know what you said but Stiles, I can feel it! We're missing a huge piece of the puzzle and I can't for the life of me figure it out."

Stiles sighs as he hands Lola her bunny that had been flung across the couch, "I just don't want you to get your hopes up, Angel. I don't want you to be hurt incase we're wrong."

I suck in a breath before releasing it with a 'woosh', "We're?"

I can see Stiles mentally face palm when he realizes what he said before he nods, "Yes, we're, I had the same exact thought the second that I saw her, but I didn't say anything because I don't want you to get hurt again."

I sink onto the couch and curl into Stiles' side and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder, "I know, and I love you for trying to protect me, but I honestly think we're right, I just don't know how it happened."

After a few seconds of silence Mom stands and makes her way over as she says, "Well, since that has been dealt with, may I hold my beautiful granddaughter? I've only been waiting for this day for almost 18 years."

I snort and roll my eyes as Stiles hands Lola to Mom with a chuckle, "Be careful, she loves to pull hair and will occasionally bite."

I nod quickly at that, "Dear God yes, especially if she knows you're a werewolf. It's nothing for her to start gnawing on my shoulder when I'm holding her. I think it's a self soothing technique but she has sharp little fox teeth."

Noah's eyes flick between me and Lola before he asks, "Fox teeth? She's not a werewolf?"

I wrap my arms around Stiles' arm before humming, "Mhmm, she's a werefox, which is extremely rare. It usually only happens when one parent is a were of some kind and the other is a kitsune, or carries the gene. It's another reason I firmly believe she is somehow the baby I thought I miscarried."

Mom moves to sit back in her chair and once she's settled she nods, "Because of the nogistune?"

I let out a snarl as I tighten my hold around Stiles, "Yeah, the nogistune is gone but his spark retained some of the fox spirit, just not the evilness of it."

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I laugh as Lola bites into Scott's arm with a tiny little squeak, "I told you not to take her rabbit!"

Scott hisses in pain as he tries to pry Lola off of his arm, "Leave it to you to have a kid that bites people."

I roll my eyes before making eye contact with Lola and flashing my eyes, "Let him go, Lola." She releases Scott's arm but she still looks suspicious as he hands her the bunny as a peace offering.

When she's got her little hands tightly around her bunny she looks to me and holds her arms out with a little whine. I smile as I walk over and pick her up out of Scott's arms, "It's alright Sweetheart, I want to bite Scott sometimes too. That doesn't mean we should though, it isn't nice, and he's your Uncle."

Lola blinks at me before babbling a string of unintelligible sounds but somehow I know she's complaining about Scott. I nod along before smoothing back her dark brown curls, "Yeah, I know, it was awfully rude of him to take your bunny."

Lola grunts before peaking over my shoulder and making the noise she makes when she wants something, "Ah."

I raise an eyebrow and turn around trying to figure out what she wants before I roll my eyes and start walking towards a grinning Stiles, "Yeah, yeah, lets go get Daddy, lord knows you can't survive five seconds without him."

"Da!"

I freeze mid step before looking at Stiles with wide eyes, "Did she just...?"

He nods slowly before walking over to us and peering down at Lola, "Lola, did you say Daddy?"

"Yah! Da!"

I blink again before breaking out in a wide smile, "Good job! Can you say, mama?"

She turns and blinks before looking back at Stiles, "Da. Da."

I can't help but sigh a little bit as Stiles takes her from me, "Yeah, that's Dada, or Daddy, not sure which one you're saying though."

Stiles bounces her before shooting me a small smile, "Hey, she'll be running around yelling Mama before you know it."

I press a quick kiss to his cheek before nodding, "Yeah, it's only a matter of time before she's walking, she's already standing on her own. God, it feels like we've had her for longer than a week."

"I know, I'm just glad Amelia isn't trying to fight us on custody or whatever it is that would happen."

I run a hand over Lola's hair with a soft smile, "She can't, Lola has to stay with us unless they want to deal with an unruly, temper tantrum throwing toddler until she hits five years old. Plus since we're alive and the parental bond wouldn't break unless we were, she'd run away to try and find us."

I follow Stiles back to the living room as he sits on the floor and leaning back against the couch before setting Lola down. I sink down beside him as Lola lets out a cute little squeak before dropping to all fours and crawling over to Kira. Kira smile and crouches down as she rubs Lola's cheek, "Hey there Lola, I'm Auntie Kira."

Lola smiles and giggles before turning around and crawling between every single person in the pack, including Amelia's pack. She makes her way between everyone, finally settling at Stiles and I's feet with her bunny and a couple other random toys.

As she plays Scott clears his throat, "Okay, now that everyone has met my adorable niece, we should probably figure out what the hell...sorry, heck, we're doing about Gerard and Kate."

I grab Stiles' hand and sigh knowing that there is going to be one hell of a showdown before it's all settled, hopefully with Gerard and Kate ashes on the wind.

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A/n- I know this one is short but the next part is where the real fun starts so I had to end this one a little shorter than I wanted. You also figure out the rest of Lola's story soon! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

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Mischief and Angel- Part 9

"So, how do we break it to our parents that they're grandparents now?"

I throw my head back against the couch before shrugging, "I don't know, but can we actually keep custody of her? What happens when her pack moves? There's no way the court will give us custody of her right now, you just turned 18 and I still have a couple months before I hit 18."

Stiles rubs his thumb across my knuckles before frowning, "I don't know, Angel. I think we should talk to Amelia, I feel like she knows more than she's saying and she more than likely has more information on what the hell we're supposed to do now."

I nod as I lace our fingers together and looking at Stiles, "Mischief, did you...have you noticed how similar to us she is?"

He shrugs a shoulder and squeezes my hand, "I mean, her eyes look similar to mine, so I guess."

"No, Stiles, her eyes aren't 'similar' to yours, they're exactly the same! And the whole werefox thing! I'm a werewolf and you were possessed by an evil fox spirit, put the two together and tada you have a werefox!"

"Yeah, it is weird but Angel, she's not ours. We didn't make her, we found her."

I take a deep breath and shake my head, "No, she found us but something isn't right about it Stiles. There are so many similarities, she has your eyes, your hair, your lips, my nose and ears. She looks like us."

"I know, but how would she be ours? You were only pregnant once and..."

His sentence fades out and I nod before shifting to fully face him and squeeze his hand, "Stiles, I'm a werewolf, you're like a wizard or some shit. Do you honestly believe there's no way, that maybe, just maybe I didn't lose that baby? Maybe somehow it transferred to someone else or something!"

Stiles frowns before he turns to face me and cups my face, "Y/n, baby, look at me." I look into his eyes and see the sorrow in them as he continues, "We lost that baby, and there's nothing anyone could have done to stop it and this baby, Lola, she isn't that baby, but she is ours."

I turn away and blink back tears before slowly nodding, "Yeah, you're right."

He sighs and I can feel his pain and sorrow as he kneels on the floor in front of me and turns my face to look at him, "Angel, maybe she isn't our biological child but I believe that somehow, I don't know how, but somehow that little girl was made for us. I think there's a reason she was left with Amelia, I think there's a reason her birthday is somewhere in the first week of February, I think there's a reason she has my eyes and your nose, but most importantly...Angel there's a reason she claimed us. I don't know why or how but I'm so glad she did."

I smile and look up before my smile drops and my eyes widen, "Stiles."

"Angel, I know it hurts but..."

"Stiles."

"We can always have an-,"

"STILES!"

He finally stops and looks at me and quickly notices that I'm not looking at him, but over his shoulder and out the window. He furrows his eyebrows and follows my gaze and I can feel him tense the minute he sees what I see.

I take in a sharp breath as I look at the cheshire smiles I thought I would never see again as Stiles whispers, "Oh God no."

Like a flash of lightening Stiles is up and standing and I'm quick to follow. We watch in horror as the smiles get bigger and they give a small, tantalizing, wave. I choke in a breath as they turn around and walk down the stairs of the porch and joining the five other people in the driveway.

As soon as they disappear I spin to look at Stiles with wide, frantic eyes, "I thought...I thought they were dead."

He nods, "I thought they were too."

I jerk back and fumble to grab my phone and call Scott. I look at Stiles as the call collects, "Hey Y/n/n! What's up?"

I take a shaky breath before letting out one sentence and then hanging up, "Get the pack and get to the house!"

I throw my phone down on the coffee table before spinning around and heading for the basement door. I fling the door open before descending the stairs with Stiles close behind, "Amelia!"

When I reach the bottom of the stairs I look at Amelia and flicker between all the other faces, lingering slightly on Lola who is sleeping on one of the air mattresses. The fear that had been flowing through my veins suddenly turns to rage at the thought of Lola being hurt and I can feel Stiles' protectiveness and love flood my system.

I shake it off and turn back to Amelia, "I need you, Leah, and Jeremiah upstairs."

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When we get upstairs I pace the floor until Scott and the pack arrive. As soon as everyone is in the living room, including Mom, Noah would be here but he's working on a robbery case today, I slink back into Stiles' protective hold as Scott raises a worried eyebrow, "Is everyone okay? What's wrong?"

Stiles take a deep breath before looking at Scott, "We know who the hunters are and I have a feeling they knew where Amelia and her pack would run. Scott I think they targeted us."

Scott starts to look worried as he asks, "Who? Who is it?"

I give him a sad and scared look before whispering, "They're supposed to be dead."

Scott looks like he's on the verge of losing his mind as he heaves, "Who. Is. It?"

I turn further into Stiles as he swallows and answers the question, "Scott, it's Gerard and Kate."

I hear a few whines from various different 'wolves as Scott sits down on a chair in disbelief, "But they're dead! We killed them, I saw them die, how are they alive?"

I lick my lips and speak as Stiles rubs my back, "I don't know, but Peter's come back from the dead at least twice."

At this Amelia looks between us confused and says, "I have so many questions, but first, who is this Gerard and Kate?"

I run a hand down my face and motion to everyone in the room, "They started this whole fucking mess, that's who they are. Long story short, they're hunters with no moral compass and were the ones that started the infamous Hale fire and killed multiple innocent people. They're the reason Scott was bitten and they're the reason I had to be bitten."

Amelia looks more confused and I sigh before gesturing to the couch, "You might want to sit, this is a long story."

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I explain the history of the Argents, how they burned people alive for no reason other than that they were werewolves, how they managed to ruin so many lives in such a short time and how it affected every single person in this room.

Amelia and Leah gasp at multiple different parts before Leah asks, "You said they're the reason you had to be bitten, did they force you to take the bite?"

I snort and look at Scott before looking back at her, "No, they shot me and stabbed me because I was protecting the werewolves. It was a toss up of who they would get first, me or Stiles, and it just so happened that they got an opening to snatch me before they did Stiles. Once they got me they tortured me to try and get information I wouldn't give and when that wasn't enough they started stabbing."

I frown as I trace where there would be a scar on my abdomen, "They finally got tired of it and shot my in the chest. I guess they thought it would kill me but the pack found us before it was too late and Scott gave me the bite. Gerard and Kate escaped that night and months went by until they resurfaced, and when they did we eliminated the threat"

There's a brief pause before I sigh, "So we though anyways."

By this point Amelia and Leah are ghostly pale and Jerimiah looks pissed. Amelia looks down at the floor before shaking her head, "The children, how are we going to protect them."

I growl, "If they so much as touch my daughter I'm going to rip their hearts out."

Everyone looks at me with wide eyed surprise before flicking their eyes down to my stomach, that is everyone except Amelia, who has a happy smile, "I'm glad you guys figured that out before all this started, she'll not only give you more to fight for but she'll give you more strength."

I look up as Mom screeches, "Your what?!"

I look at Stiles and force out a chuckle, "Ah, heh, well, Mom, there's a conversation we should probably have."

She raises an eyebrow and I grin, "Stiles and I formed a parental bond with a one year old girl named Lola. Congratulations your a grandma!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

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A/N- And so the angst begins! We all knew it was coming but be prepared because there is more to come. Let me know what you think!

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i'm looking for a sterek fic where stiles is growing up to be an emissary and i think is training under deaton with an alive hale family (not the one with the college sequel, though i'm probably merging some of the story). I think he has his spark but he needs to live to a certain age to fully use it. The scene I remember the most is towards the end when they're attacked by another pack and they end up at the nemeton, and he uses the nemeton to fully use or unlock his spark and manages to defeat the attackers. It's been forever since I've read it, but that end scene is calling

I'm not familiar. If anyone else recognizes it send an ask or IM. Thank you!

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Mischief and Angel- Part 8

I flip yet another pancake as Stiles starts handing plates to children who then use far too much syrup and fight over who gets to sit at what chair. I smile as he yells at the one boy, "Dante! Carly was there first, move to the other chair."

I hear an angry huff before a chair is scraped against the floor followed by an angry, "Whatever."

Dante is the oldest and possibly the hardest one of the kids to handle. He thinks he's some big bad because he has magic and I can tell Stiles is about .00001 second away from showing the boy that he may have magic but he sure as hell isn't as powerful as he thinks he is.

I smile as Leah comes over and offers to trade places, "Here, Clark and I have already eaten, let us take over for you and Stiles. You two have been at this for over an hour, let us do this so you guys can eat."

I sag in relief before handing her the spatula, "You are a saint Leah, and so is your boyfriend." Clark is one of the other werewolves in the pack and is one of the original members who was adopted as a child.

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As Stiles and I eat there's a disgruntled cry from the opposite end of the table. I lean over to see Amelia fighting with Lola, who is fighting tooth and nail to get away from her. "Lola, you have to eat."

There's another noise somewhere between a whine and a growl as Lola wiggles some more. I stand up from my chair and walk over to Amelia and a still struggling Lola, "Do you mind if I try?"

Amelia looks at me with a relieved smile before looking at Lola, "What do you say Lola? Want to go to Y/n?"

As if Lola knows exactly what she said, she twists in her body to look at me before raising her arms in the universal 'hold me' demand. I chuckle before reaching down and picking her up. As soon as she's against my chest she calms down and it feels like she's purring.

I raise an eyebrow and look at Amelia and she chuckles as she picks up her water, "Not a werewolf, she's a werefox, so she does purr. Rarely, but it does happen."

I smile before walking back to my seat and sitting down. She looks at Stiles and makes a happy sound before she pats his arm. He chuckles and looks at her before making a silly face that has her shrieking with laughter.

Once the laughter has stopped Lola looks at Stiles' plate and her amber eyes lock onto the strawberries he has on there. I snort as she makes grabby hands and a 'ah' noise. I look at Stiles and nod, "She can have some just make sure it isn't too big so she doesn't choke."

Thirty minutes later it is confirmed that Lola loves strawberries but she loves Stiles even more. She ate half a pancake, three strawberries, drank all of her milk, and is now curled up on Stiles' lap and poking at the moles on his face and neck.

I lay my head on his shoulder as Lola continues making noises and poking every ticklish spot on Stiles' neck. I watch in admiration as Lola stops poking and clasps onto the collar of his shirt with a happy little noise. She lays her head on his chest, right over his heart, before reaching over and laying a hand on my cheek and flashing her eyes.

I sucked in a breath when she flashed her eyes and I feel Stiles tense before he whispers, "Did you feel that?"

I grab his hand before whispering back, "Yeah."

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I watch as Lola crawls across the floor to get the stuffed bunny one of the other kids, Mia, is holding out to her. I smile as Lola let's out a happy sound when she grabs the bunny before she sits down and tugs on it's ears.

"She's an adventurous little girl."

I jump slightly before turning to the side to see Amelia watching me with a knowing smile, "Seems like it."

She hums with a smile, "She forged a, let's just say a special connection, with you and your mate. That's why she flashed her eyes at you."

I blink as I stare at her before clearing my throat and leaning back, "How old is she?"

Amelia shrugs, " She's a little over a year old but we aren't sure what her birthday is. We think that she was given to us when she was about a week old so we think that she was born somewhere between February 1st and February 7th."

I stop breathing momentarily before letting out a long drawn out breath, "Who named her?"

She smiled before pointing at herself, "I did. I have Spanish roots and Lola is derived from the name Dolores, which means sorrow."

I scowl slightly at the meaning before she continues, "However, as time progressed it became a name with a more positive meaning. Lola is a name that now relates to someone who is strong and resilient. Lola didn't have the best start to her life but I had a strong sense that the name was meant for her. It is also a Polish nickname for Karolina."

I swallow before standing up from the couch, "Uh, yeah, sounds like it. I need to make a quick errand but if you need anything Scott will still be here."

She gives me yet another knowing smile and I look over to the doorway to see Stiles leaning against it, clearly having heard the whole conversation. I walk over to him and grab his hand before pulling him out the door and making sure to grab the jeep key on the way out.

When we're standing in front of the jeep he looks at me with confusion and worry written all over his face as he asks, "Angel, you okay? Where do you need to go?"

I take a breath and walk towards the passenger door before answering, "Lydia's."

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I shift from foot to foot as I ring the doorbell multiple times and Stiles is rubbing my back trying to calm me down even though he has absolutely no idea what's going on.

The door swings open to reveal a rather pissed off Lydia before she stops when she sees me. Here eyes widen as they flick between Stiles and I before resting on me, "Honey, what's wrong?"

I push past her into the house dragging Stiles with me until I'm pacing the length of the living room. I faintly hear Lydia ask Stiles what's wrong and his answer of, "I have no fucking idea."

After a few seconds I take a deep breath and look at Lydia, "Lydia, when I found out I was pregnant, what month was it?"

She tilts her head before frowning, "Uh, June, it was like two or three weeks after you had turned 16. Why?"

I nod before asking, "Okay, and what month did we estimate I would have the baby?"

She steps forward, confused before she answers, "February."

I make a high pitched noise before swallowing, "And what were the dates we guessed?"

I glance at Stiles and see that he's slowing starting to understand where I'm going but Lydia is still confused, "We didn't know for sure but we estimated the first week of February. Are you okay?"

I take a shaky breath before wringing my hands together and asking the last questions, "If I had a girl, what name did I settle on?"

I notice that Stiles is standing straight and tense before I focus back on Lydia as her eyebrows pinch together, "Uh...I don't remember, I know you wanted to name her after Claudia, so you decided on her middle name, but I can't remember what it was."

Stiles takes shaky steps forward before he croaks, "Karolina, her middle name was Karolina."

I nod with tears in my eyes before sitting on the couch and looking at Stiles, "She forged a bond Stiles, I can feel her and I know you can too. Be honest, what does the bond feel like to you?"

Stiles squats in front of me, grabs my hands, and looks in my eyes before he whispers, "Like I would die for her and that she means as much to me as you do."

I nod as I manage a weak smile, "It feels like parental love, Stiles, she forged a parental bond with us. That's why our mating bite burned when she flashed her eyes this morning, she cemented the bond."

Stiles' eyes widen slightly before he swallows, "She claimed us."

I nod as I squeeze his hands, "And it's unbreakable."

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A/N- Talk about a whirlwind! Anyways, I know this happened pretty fast but if you think about it, Lola is a baby and runs off instinct so when she felt the instinct to claim them, that's what she did. We're starting to get into the more emotional parts of this series so let me know what you think!

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