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Where Savanna Rios, the reigning queen of Beacon Hills High, learns that while she may be at the top of the social food chain, she's not the only predator prowling the campus.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!OC

© teen wolf ( season 3a - TBD ) » villain playlist

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, death, blood, gore, violence, brief mentions of cannibalism (she's a man eating siren), oc being a bully with a heart of gold, human sacrifices, biting, hair pulling, slowburn, eventual smut.

00. prologue

01. femme fatale

02. maneater

more coming soon . . .

Our Little Love Story Part 1

 “Hey, Scotty?” I call out to my brother when I hear the door open.

“What’s up Dil?” He steps into my doorway. “Oh god… Can’t you call Lydia or Mom?”

I sigh, “I already did and they aren’t available. So,” I gesture to the three dresses on my bed, “will you please help me?”

“Stiles is here though!” He groans.

I roll my eyes. “So? Stilinski can help too if he wants.”

“What are we doing?” Stiles joins my brother.

“Dil here needs help picking out a homecoming dress.”

“Oh.” Stiles nods. “And you came to us?”

“Believe me, you two idiots weren’t my first choice.” I cross my arms. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“It’s not like we have anything better to do, Scott.” Stiles smiles at me. “Of course, we will help you.”

“Thank you. Now, which one would you like to see first? Red, silver, or gold?”

Scott shrugs, “Up to you Dil.”

“Fine. Red it is then.” I grab the dress off of my bed and head to the on-suite bathroom to change. Once I get the dress tied I call out to the boys. “Ready for the first one?”

“Yeah, we’re ready.” Scott sighs.

When I walk out the two of them are laying in my bed not even looking at me. “Scoots, if you could please help me tie this?” I turn, and he ties it tightly. “So, my fashionistas, thoughts?”

“It’s a pretty dress.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “It fits you well, but I do want to see the other options.” He smirks, “I think you can do better.”

I smile at him, “Alright then, Stylist Stilinski, which one would you like to see next?”

Stiles taps his chin. “Let’s see how gold suits you my darling.” He laughs at his posh accent.

I nod, and I head back to the bathroom. Luckily this dress doesn’t have ties or a zipper, so I can do it on my own. I spin in the mirror before stepping back out. “Okay, here’s the gold.” I spin slowly, showing off the open back. “Scotty? What do you think of this one?”

Scott runs a hand through his hair. “Way too much skin, I mean, what would you even wear under it? You are not wearing this Dillon. Not a chance.”

“First of all,” I cross my arms. “You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot wear, and second, other girls show WAY more skin than this!”

“I am your older brother–”

“By 3 minutes Scott, you have no authority.” I cut him off and turn to Stiles. “What do you think Stilinski?”

“I think I liked the fit of the red one better, but gold looks good on you, Frenchie.”

“Last one then.” I grab the final dress and change in the bathroom. This is my favorite, so I slip on red pumps to step it up a notch. I step out and spin slowly, hoping they like it. “Alright boys, what about this one?”

Scott smiles at me. “I really like this one Dil, it suits you. Badass but still classy.”

“Aw, thank you, Scotty!” I look at Stiles. “Stilinski? What do you think?”

Stiles just stares, until Scott nudges him. “Umm… wow…” he scratches his neck. “You look… wow.”

I blush at his reverie, “I think this is it then. You are both excused now, thank you for your help.” As the boys leave my room, I hang up the other two dresses, and then as I walk out of the bathroom after changing into my comfy clothes I hear my name.

“Hey… uh Dillon?”

I turn to see Stiles standing at my door. “What’s up, Master Yoda?”

“Who are you going with to Homecoming?”

“No one actually,” I admit. “I was going to go with Jackson, but I’m sure you heard what happened there.” I sit on my bed. “Why do you ask?”

Stiles shrugs. “I don’t know, I thought after everything with Jackson you wouldn’t be going.”

“I guess I’ll just third wheel Lydia and her date.” I sigh. “All I know is,  I’m not repeating 9th grade and being Scott’s date. That was a disaster.”

Stiles laughs, “I remember. What did you say to him at the end of the night?”

“Oh god.” I chuckle. “I think it was something along these lines. ‘If you ever get a girlfriend, which I highly doubt, I pity her. You’re a terrible dancer without choreography, overprotective, and an asshole.’ Worst school dance of my life.” I shake my head. “Which says something. I mean, he didn’t let me dance at all that night, besides the time I danced with him and he cut my toe open. I still have a scar actually.” We laugh.

“He really is overprotective of you, isn’t he?” Stiles sits next to me. “He’d lock you in the house if he could. How on earth were you able to date Jackson Whittemore of all people?”

“I didn’t tell Scott until after we broke up, believe it or not. He hates school gossip too, so it was easy to keep it a secret.”

“Wait, but even I knew about you and Jackson! I am the last person on this planet to hear gossip!” Stiles laughs, “He is oblivious.” He sighs, “I really liked the second dress by the way, but I was just not willing to fight Scott on it.”

“Maybe I should just always take you shopping with me Stilinski, you always say something nice about my outfits.”

“How can I not? You look beautiful in everything.”

I look at this boy I’ve known all of my life, we’ve been through everything together and know everything about each other, yet here we are in my room, and I feel as if I don’t know him at all. “Do you mean that?”

“Yeah. Every word.” He turns to face me. “Dillon, you’re amazing, you’re smart, funny, athletic, kind, and loyal to a fault. You are the sunshine in everyone’s day. And if you doubt that, even if just for a moment, look around. You bring your mom home-cooked meals while she’s working, Scott wouldn’t be working at the vet if not for you, Lydia’s heart of ice is slowly melting, and you are always willing to have a Star Wars marathon with me. You give and give and give. You are the most genuine person I know.” He looks down at his lap. “And yeah, you look great in everything. I will always think that, no matter what you’re wearing. Even if it’s Scott’s old sweatpants and sweatshirt.”

“Stiles…” I tilt his chin up so I can see his eyes. “You are the first person ever to say anything like that to me. Did you know that?”  I blush. “But you always have been good with words. And don’t worry, not only do you look great in everything too, but you are the sunshine in my day. So don’t you doubt that. Or I’ll have to fight you to remind you. Got it?”

“Actually?”

“Yeah. You always have been. How do you think I’ve survived Scott this long? It’s you, always has been.” I hesitantly take his hand. “You are my sunshi–”

“Everything okay here?” Scott interrupts, and Stiles and I jump away from each other.. “Sorry about that Stiles, I’m ready now.”

Stiles clears his throat. “Yep, all good. All good for Stiles.” He turns to me, “Don’t worry Frenchie, I have no doubt that you’ll have a homecoming date.”

When they leave my room, I sit in shock. Did he really just say all of that? Did I? Sunshine? I quickly change into running clothes and slip on my shoes before knocking on Scott’s door. “Scott? I’m headed for a run, be back soon.”

“Got it.”

Walls I've Built Part 2

“What? I was texting the girls, telling them we were all okay. You guys need to work on communication skills.”

“We’re having–”

“A pack sleepover, I know. I’ll be there.” I glance at Stiles and Scott. “That is what you three were whispering about, right?”

“Yeah.” Scott chuckles. “Allison?”

Isaac laughs. “You are just wrapped around her finger, aren’t you McCall? You and Stiles are just mush in the hands of women.”

“That is NOT true. Just specific women.” Stiles whines. “Plus, it’s not a bad thing to like people, y'know.”

“You have been chasing the same girl for years Stilinski, do you think that’s healthy?”

Stiles scoffs. “I’m over Lydia, have been for a while.” Scott and Isaac gasp in surprise. “No, I’m not telling you guys who it is. Especially not with a child in the car.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh please, Zac gossips with the girls more than I do! If anything, I’m the only person in this vehicle that you should trust.” I laugh as my phone goes off. KATNISS💛 and WOLF HEAD🐶 texted FANTASY THREESOME

💛: So are you gonna talk to Stiles at all tonight? Or are you just going to make it hella weird all night?

🐶: She’s gonna be fine. She’s actually low-key flirting with him r n.

ME:  I am just being honest, that isn’t flirting.

ME: Alli I’ll be fine tonight, especially if Liam will be there.

🐶: Liam is coming, but I don’t understand why you would feel better with him there.

💛: No effing way. Mikayla Reaghan Lahey.

💛: Are you joking?

🐶: I’m so lost

ME: No Alli. Just no. He’s my best friend, that’s all.

            Scott turns to me. “So, Kay. What about you? Any men in your life?”

            “Oh, I’m surrounded by men, the only issue is all of them are idiots.” I smile sweetly. “And, even though I have nothing against you all, I will not date any of you buffoons.”

“Damn Little Lahey, no need to be so rude.” Stiles parks in Scott’s driveway. “Looks like everyone else is here.”

Walls I've Built Part 1

“MIKAYLA!” I hear my brother yelling upstairs. I knock three times, signaling that I am okay. I then hear footsteps coming down the basement stairs. “Kay? Are you down here?”

“Isaac?” I hear the lock snap, and the lid open. I slowly open my eyes and see Isaac leaning over me. “What’re you doing? He’ll kill you! Get outta here.” Isaac looks down at the ground. “Just tell me it’s good news.”

“Well,” he sighs. “Dad’s dead.”

“Close enough.” I sit up, teeth chattering. “So, what’s going on? Did you–”

“NO! God no.” He helps me out of the freezer. “C’mon, the police are upstairs, they want to talk to you.”

“What?!”

“It’s nothing bad, they just want to make sure you’re okay.” He takes my hand. “I’ll be there the whole time.” We walk upstairs, and I see Sheriff Stilinski sitting on our couch. “Hey, Sheriff.”

“Mikayla, right?” the sheriff offers his hand, and I shake it nervously. “I’m Noah. My son Stiles is friends with your brother.” I nod. “Can I ask you a few questions?” I nod again. “You’ve been here all night, right?”

“Yes sir.”

Noah looks at Isaac, head tilted. “Did your Dad ever hurt you?”

My eyes go wide as I look at my older brother, and he squeezes my hand. “It’s okay Kay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

I look down at the ground. “Yes sir.”

“Isaac, do you guys have somewhere you can stay tonight?”

“I’ll ask Scott, but I don’t know if he’ll have room for Mick.”

The sheriff shakes his head. “You can stay with me, Mikayla should stay with Mel and Scott.” He looks at me. “Is that okay with you?”

I nod. “That’s Nurse Melissa, right?”

“Yeah, Melissa, and you know Scott from school.”

The sheriff smiles. “Melissa will take care of you. She’s a good lady. I’ll have Stiles drive you over, he’s waiting to check on you guys outside.”

Isaac and I walk outside with our duffle bags, and we spot Stiles and Scott at the end of the driveway. “Thanks for coming guys.” Isaac hugs the boys.

Stiles puts an arm around me. “How ya doin’ little Lahey?”

“Fine.” I shrug. “Y’know, considering.”

“Who’s staying where?” Scott opens the door for me.

“Mikayla is going with Scott, and Isaac is going with us.” Noah leans in through the window. “But Isaac, let me know if something changes, it’s all up to you guys. Stay safe kiddos.”

“Bye Dad.” Stiles nods.

“Bye Noah.” The boys say in unison. I wave at him.

“Hey, guys,” Isaac whispers something to the boys. “Don’t cha think?”

Stiles grins. “Are you kidding? That sounds great! We haven’t done that in years.”

“You sure Isaac? You guys should be resting.”

“We will be fine Scott.”

All of a sudden my phone rings. ARIEL💙 and KATNISS💛 texted THE MUSKETEERS

ARIEL: Hey Kay, are you alright? Stiles said something happened.

KATNISS: Also, are you and Isaac gonna be at the pack sleepover tonight? Scott just texted.

ME: It’s all good. I think I’ll be there, especially since I am staying with Melissa and Scott until Isaac and I can figure something out.

“Earth to Mikayla!” I look at my brother.