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 Mafia AU: Don’t be such a sour wolf~

OH GOD I WANNA BONE ALLISON

UM, I MEAN

THIS IS

THIS IS REALLY GOOD, THIS IS

VERY, VERY GOOD

“I told you that that Greenberg kid was a problem,” Derek barks at Stiles’ direction.

From the speakers, an officer’s voice tells them to stay put. Beside Derek, Stiles grins; his eyes are fixed over the two-way mirror in front of them but his left shoulder brushes against Derek’s. “No worries, Deaton’s got it covered,” he murmurs, low enough that Lydia is the only one shooting them a pitiful look.

Morons, she’s clearly thinking. And she would probably be shouting at them both if the whole pack wasn’t too occupied getting a lovely family mug-shot at the moment.

Derek frowns, grip tightening around his biceps as the sudden urge of stomping all over Stiles’ bare feet hits him. “He better have,” he grits between clenched teeth.

Fucking Greenberg.

fucking finally! I have lived to see this day, when someone wrote a litte fic under my art ;__; thank you, dear~