224 Human (?) [#10]

[Triggers: Description of Cruelty, Tortute, and the French]

To say Stiles felt raw after he woke up was an understatement, his eyes blinked slowly as he thought back to the past night, he sighed internally as he did not make any noise while being hugged by both werewolves: 'So... How do i get out of here?' His magic apparently worked on intent and created skills based on his level of power, so he better work with what he has before he even considers trying to teleport away and shit. So what did he do? He entered the Mirror Dimension, simple and easy, but this time he chose to leave behind Derek and Peter, which worked wonderfully! "Oh, right, you're here." He groaned annoyed at the chained and bound Kate Argent, who was bleeding from her eyes as Stiles might've given in to his inner monster when he decided that he needed a test subject for a few things, mainly his new potions! "Well, Inner Death is working well i see." Inner Death was the name of the poison he gave her, it slowly caused decay of the inner organs starting with the most useless ones before going to the useful ones, and the one who took the poison would slowly rot away wthout being able to do anything!

Of course she wouldn't die, because Stiles also gave her a very advanced potion he managed to make that'd grant someone the Regeneration of a Werewolf temporarily: Lupes Vita was the name of the potion he created and he's very proud of the results looking at the pulled apart chest of his living subject! 'Well, my skills will increase so much faster and I'll also have some karmatic fun with her- when did i become so evil? I guess mom was right, i am a monster.' He sighed as he walked away, casting his healing spell on her just in case as well as [Clean Wounds] to make sure she doesn't get some kind of infection since it cleaned wounds of every germ or bacteria! "Well, i should better make breakfast." He ignored the wailing Kate Argent- I mean, being nailed by the hands and having chains holding you there is kinda hardcore, and also pulling her skin and muscle apart to reveal the entirety of her internal organs that were rotting while also keeping her alive is just a proof of Stiles' genius mind.

For this woman he had no mercy, no good, no morals.

She couldn't die yet, he had many things he wanted to do, and she was the perfect subject. He walked downstairs and got to the kitchen before leaving the Mirror Dimension to make breakfast- Thinking about it, this was the first time he cooked in a while, he had ordered many takeouts for his dad and him because he was focusing on his powers: "Well, maybe i should make pancakes...? Hmm, maybe a lot of food, since werewolves eat a lot." Meat too, he decided to go buy some bacon, eggs, flour, and more mest because today he's going to make them feel at home!

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Peter woke up when he smelled the strong scent of meat in the air, he wiggled his nose as he sniffed the surrounding area and easily smelled Stiles' scent all over the room and the lack of blood on the ground, his blood, and he was also completely clean too! Derek was lying just in front of him, Stiles' bed wasn't exactly enough for three people but they managed, especially when it was the skinny Stiles in the middle- Derek's eyes snapped open and they stared at each other for a few seconds before Derek smelled the scent of bacon, eggs, pancakes and more! "Good morning." He said weakly to his nephew, who tensed for a second before sighing, nodding as he got up- Only then did Peter realize: Both were very much shirtless, and both were very much not wearing pants! "Good morning you two." Stiles' voice came from downstairs and it sounded smug for some reason: "I know you've woken up so come, i made breakfast, i bet you'll enjoy it." Peter smiled and left the room, followed by a more hesitant Derek who watched his step as they walked downstairs into the dining room to see Stiles putting a plate of pancakes on the table, a little square piece of melting butter on top and a bottle of maple syrup right beside it.

Derek sat down only when Stiles told him to due to his excessive politeness and mannerisms, always careful not to unintentionally hurt Stiles that he walked on eggshells around him: "So, Stiles dear-" Peter broke the silence as Stiles sat down, fork in hand and eating pancakes alongside them, making the teen look up at him with an raised eyebrow: "-What happened to dear Kate?" He growled while saying her name, Derek smelled like shame instantly after hearing that name and he knew why now: "Dear Kate is now high out of her mind and hanging herself using the French flag... The real one? Mirror Dimension." That's their plan to deal with Kate Argent's disappearance: Suicide.

How?

Peter told Stiles that the Geriatric Gerard Argent would surely seek vengence for his daughter so instead of outright killig her, they planned a fake suicide for her, driven mad by what Gerard would only see as magic which would then trigger the old man's anger and he'd come barging in and seek out the Hale pack and a magic user, witch most probably- Danny. The boy agreed to their plan in the condition that Stiles gets him a boyfriend, which he scoffed at before saying he'd try to help at least! "I still don't know how you managed to do that." Derek commented on the side, making Peter curious about Stiles' capabilities: "Well... Some people deserve to hang themselves using the French flag." Derek tried to, but couldn't keep himself from snorting at that, Peter however, wanted more information: "Like, who exactly my dear?" Smirkig at the small blush that grew on Stiles' cheeks, Peter felt victorious for that moment as his nephew also seemed to enjoy the pancakes with a great ferocity: 'Huh.' He tried one and instantly he felt like it was a full moon and he had list control again, his wolf devouring every single piece of pancake he had on his plate like it was the first meal he had in centuries.

"Like a woman named Selina Helen." Wait, where did he heard that name again? "The Bloody Marry?" This time was Derek who asked the question, Stiles nodded and Derek took in a breath of fresh air before explaining to Peter: "Selina Helen, or Bloody Marry, is a serial killer who bathed in the blood of her victims, she liked to choose her targets by the color of their hair and eyes, the worst thing is that she looks kinda like Kate. She also hated French people for some reason- Wait, that's why you nade her hang herself with the French flag?" Derek's eyes sparkled with that same light it once did in the past and Peter was mesmerized by it for a moment: "Yeah, ironic isn't it? i just had to give her Kate's face and voila! She was Kate Argent, driving her mad wasn't that hard, even more so when she's already crazy." Turns out Stiles a lot more of a psychopath than they all thought, and that was a lot hotter than both of them thought it would be- I mean, Peter asked for details and certainly did not drool, that was the pancakes and bacon, yes.

"Well... I ripped off Kate's face with a knife and splashed her face with my new creation: Regeneration potion and aided by my magic she had a new face in a few hours, plus the agonizing sensation of a little bit of lime juice. I might've also thrown salt on her bloody and pure muscle face and eyes? Yes i certainly did." Stiles looked at the syrup bottle on the table, it easily flew towards him and opened itself, Peter was amused at Stiles' ease at using something he knew to be quite advanced magic without a medium, or a channeling equipment like a staff or a wand: "And our little friend Bloody Mary?" Stiles just shrugged the look of awe and slight 'what the fuck?' Derek gave him and said: "Taking her face off was easy, i put Kate's face on her too and sealed it before healing it, connecting the tissue- it'd fall off in a week or two, but at least I made it last long enough."

"I... Remember me never to anger you." Stiles smirked at Derek and raised his hand before he placed it on Derek's head, Derek was tense, but after a few seconds he relaxed once Stiles started massaging his nephew's head: "You don't need to fear me Der, I'm only this cruel when someone threatens my family, my friends... My mates? I guess? Kinda new addition to the list of people i care about." Peter smirked just as Derek gave him a small smile, the rest of their breakfast was less detailed about gore and more focused on the food that was enough for ten people that was eaten by Derek and Peter- They were full.

It came as a new addition really, the whole Mates thing.

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[You unlocked the skill Cooking lvl 1.

Due to your previous experience with this skill, it has leved up to lvl 36

Cooking Lvl 36: Cooking comes easily for you, makes all dishes you make 36% more delicious and nutritive than normal, increases HP, MP, and SP that you can gain from eating it by 18% and has a 9% chance that your cooking might be able to increase the stat of those who eat it temporarily (0.5% that it increases the stat permanently, unless special ingredients are used).]

[Item:

Name: Bscon Egg Pancakes Combo

Creator: Mieczislaw Genim Stilinski

Effects: Heals 500HP, 300SP, Gives the Status Effect [Satisfaction], +10 to Endurance and Agility after eating for 1 hour (has a 0.5% chance to grant +1 to both permanently).

[Satisfaction: Increases Endurance, Willpower, and Charisma stat by 20% for 24 hours]

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Stiles was pretty satisfied with his creation, and even more so when both werewolves ate it all- "Oh shit, i gotta go to school today." He sighed, yesterday was too much for him to focus on tomorrow, so now he has to go to school! "Also, we outta deal with Peter's medical records..." Stiles dragged his voice as he walked to his room, both Derek and Peter looked at each other before following Stiles to his room, where he was swiftly getting naked to take bath while a few keys on the keyboard of the laptop tapped away, Stiles was somehow controlling it! "There we go..." The screen showed Peter's medical documents and Stiles just slapped a [Removed from faculty's care due to security reasons] on it and called it a day! "There, now give it a few weeks or maybe so, and you can appear on the streets again- if someone asks you can just say that Jennifer was keeping you in a comatose state with drugs so she could take advantage of you." Which was the truth, Peter scoffed but Derek could clearly smell the shame rolling off of his uncle's body and before he could stop himself, his hand was on Peter's shoulder and they were makig awkward eye contact.

"Here." The laptop suddenly flew towards Peter, Stiles was butt naked in front of them and even though Derek tried to avert his eyes he was still staring at that ass- Peter shamelessly looked, not caring that Derek was growling at his scent of slight arousal- A towel flew towards him and wrapped itself around Stiles' waist as he turned to look at them: "I madd it easier for you to find the culprits of the Hale fire. Just make sure to save their names there and I'll search any information i can find on them- Their address, if they have torturable family members, blackmail material, criminal records, bank account and shit like that." Stiles sighed as Peter smiled like a little kid on Christmas: "I could really kiss you right now."

"Then do it." Stiles threw shame out of the window, he wasn't that weak kid again- He smiled at Peter and Derek, Peter did not hesitate to pull him closer and give him a heavy and hot french kiss (Again with the french thing!) which Stiles gave himself over to Peter's hold, it was hot but short and Derek stood there, stiff: "Come here Der." Derek practically ran at him- He was more desperate than he wanted to be, hands on his body as if he was cheking if he was truly real or if he was a product of his imagination: "Hm..." When he pulled back, Derek had a few tears on tbe corner of his eyes so Stiles had an idea- To appease Derek's nerves he tapped him three times with his finger before his hand toched Derek's neck: "D'you want me to mark you?"

Silence.

A few seconds passed before Derek whispered close to his ears: "Can you do that?"

Stiles' response was: "Yeah. Hopefully" Before his hand on Derek's neck glowed in a golden light.