Protect Me with Your Hate ~ Prologue
Title: Protect Me with Your Hate
Rating: R
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Genre: AU (Prison)
Warning(s): Underage, Violence, Attempted Rape, Non-Con, Smut, Derek/Stiles sexy times
Summary: Stiles isn't going to prison for a crime he didn't commit. He's not getting sentenced with 30 years in prison that already has hundreds of other criminals. And he's definitely not in a cell with a certain mean, brooding, snark-assed, and quiet notorious murderer, Derek Hale.....who also happens to be hot as fuck.
Prologue
If anyone asks, Stiles did absolutely nothing. But then again, why would anyone ask because apparently, he robbed a Jewelry store and shot the owner, which is so untrue because Stiles loved Mr. Chang. Well - maybe that isn't quite true. Stiles did have a slight-maybe-not-really-alright-HUGE dislike for him, but who wouldn't?! Mr. Chang obviously had some type of personal vendetta against teenagers around the globe - hell, across the entire universe-, that all teenagers stole jewelry because every teenager had a personal temptation to steal some crappy jewelry that was practically as old as Bill Cosby (how old is that guy anyway?). But seriously - what the fuck is Stiles supposed to do with some diamond rings? Alright - maybe that isn't quite true either because he could do so many things with them. Like, propose to his hot neighbor that knows-but-really-doesn't-know that he exists. Lydia Martin. She'll notice him one day. Hell, he may be a criminal now (a falsely accused one at that, but does anyone care? No.), but she still wants him.
Bad.
Anyway, Stiles did absolutely nothing. Sure, he may have walked past that store, but how does that make him the killer? Suspect, his ass. There were probably dozens of people that had passed that store that day, but apparently, Stiles was the most palpable. How does walking a dog past a jewelry store make you palpable? Stiles is really trying to figure that out - and y'know, he knew he shouldn't have walked past that jewelry store that day. He just knew it. But hey, when has he ever listened to a dog that really isn't even his? Almost never. It's worse enough knowing he didn't trust his gut instinct - which seems to hate him now, even with him walking through jail, it's giving him no help whatsoever-, but his "day in court" wasn't peaches and cream either.
Let's just say after his ruling, the judge and the prosecutor looked like they wanted to strangle him and throttle the living shit out of his body . But hey, Stiles didn't really mean to interrupt, but both of them just kept saying so many things that were untrue and using all these big words, so was he so wrong for asking what the words meant? Apparently so, because the judge threatened (and he quotes), If you do not shut your mouth, I will have the bailiff personally tape your mouth shut. To which, Stiles responded, "Are you even allowed to say that? Let alone to that because it really wouldn't work. Tape doesn't exactly cut off the sound waves from reaching your eardrum, and why wouldn't you want to talk to me? Am I that ugly?"
So yeah, maybe it didn't go so well, but Stiles still thinks it could have gone worse...... He hasn't thought of a way it could have gone more terribly than getting convicted of a murder he didn't commit, upon a guy he hardly ever talked to, to a jail with the most violent criminals in all of California and oh, did he mention he's sentenced to 30 years? He'll be around the fucking age of fifty by the time he gets out of this place. But it could have been worse. He doesn't know how, but Stiles will figure out a different situation where it could have been.
He's thinking exactly this while being led down the long, white-walled, barred-windows, no-sunshine-because-they-all-hate-him hallway with his hands cuffed behind his back and two guards on either side of him. There are also two more: one in the back, and the other in the front, and at that, Stiles really has to scuff because it's not like he's Freddie Cruger, or something - and oh, that would be so weird. Stiles Krueger - does that even sound good? Well, at least he would be so fucking ugly that no one would butt rape him in the showers---
Oh god.
"Do you think I'm ugly enough to not get butt raped?" Stiles asks the guard to his left, gulping repeatedly because he can just imagine it now. What if they gave him a nickname?! Smack-that Stiles - oh fuck.
But there's silence from his left.
The guard doesn't even look at him. It's like Stiles isn't even here.
But they don't call him Stiles the Relentless for nothing. Well - actually, they call him that for loads of reasons. But that really isn't the point.
"Do you think I'm attractive, Munchkin?" Stiles questions the guy to his right and - yeah he's really short. And oh - did he just scowl? A slow grin forms on Stiles face as he shifts closer. "Fuck man, I haven't felt this much need to be ugly in my entire life. I mean, believe me, every average-looking guy wants their piece of sexy once in a while, but I really need to be ugly right now. So convince me - pretty please c'mon, just a simple 'Stilinski, man, you got the short end of the stick'. Is that so hard? C'mon Munchkin, talk to me, baby."
And then....
"If you do not shut up."
"Munchkin!"
Apparently, 'Munchkin' doesn't like being called 'Munchkin' (which honestly makes no sense because if you're short, you're short) because he practically hisses at Stiles and wow, who knew a face could turn that color? Munchk-Mr.I-don't-like-to-be-called-munchkin turns to him, eyes aflame, mouth open to say something, and Stiles is hanging on the edge of his seat (figuratively) and-
"Welcome to your cell, Stilinski." says the guard in the front, that Stiles has officially named Momo because he looks like the monkey off of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Stiles swears, he hears the man mutter, -and good riddance but that must of have been his imagination because they love him.
"Thanks pals." Stiles replies cheerfully, as his handcuffs are unlocked and he's thrust inside the cell. "Good job boys. Take the day off."
But none of them reply. They just walk away, and isn't that so rude? So that's how they treat their friends... Well, you don't gain many pals by ignoring what they have to say, that's for sure.
Chuckling to himself, Stiles turns around.....and suddenly there's a Mr. Fucking-Handsome-Sex-God sitting on one of the opposite beds, reading - is that a dictionary? And when did Stiles mouth become dry?
He really should introduce himself. Say something like, Hey, I'm Stiles. Or would that be too original? He doesn't want to seem boring. So maybe he could say something like, "Stilinski, Stiles." He has always wanted to say his last name before his first. Or would that be too military? Do they even do that in the military?
He's thinking exactly that: to say his name in a totally friggin'-cool way. Yet, all he manages to spit out is, "Y'know, orange really isn't your color."
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Rating: R
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Genre: AU (Prison)
Warning(s): Underage, Violence, Attempted Rape, Non-Con, Smut, Derek/Stiles sexy times
Summary: Stiles isn't going to prison for a crime he didn't commit. He's not getting sentenced with 30 years in prison that already has hundreds of other criminals. And he's definitely not in a cell with a certain mean, brooding, snark-assed, and quiet notorious murderer, Derek Hale.....who also happens to be hot as fuck.
Prologue
If anyone asks, Stiles did absolutely nothing. But then again, why would anyone ask because apparently, he robbed a Jewelry store and shot the owner, which is so untrue because Stiles loved Mr. Chang. Well - maybe that isn't quite true. Stiles did have a slight-maybe-not-really-alright-HUGE dislike for him, but who wouldn't?! Mr. Chang obviously had some type of personal vendetta against teenagers around the globe - hell, across the entire universe-, that all teenagers stole jewelry because every teenager had a personal temptation to steal some crappy jewelry that was practically as old as Bill Cosby (how old is that guy anyway?). But seriously - what the fuck is Stiles supposed to do with some diamond rings? Alright - maybe that isn't quite true either because he could do so many things with them. Like, propose to his hot neighbor that knows-but-really-doesn't-know that he exists. Lydia Martin. She'll notice him one day. Hell, he may be a criminal now (a falsely accused one at that, but does anyone care? No.), but she still wants him.
Bad.
Anyway, Stiles did absolutely nothing. Sure, he may have walked past that store, but how does that make him the killer? Suspect, his ass. There were probably dozens of people that had passed that store that day, but apparently, Stiles was the most palpable. How does walking a dog past a jewelry store make you palpable? Stiles is really trying to figure that out - and y'know, he knew he shouldn't have walked past that jewelry store that day. He just knew it. But hey, when has he ever listened to a dog that really isn't even his? Almost never. It's worse enough knowing he didn't trust his gut instinct - which seems to hate him now, even with him walking through jail, it's giving him no help whatsoever-, but his "day in court" wasn't peaches and cream either.
Let's just say after his ruling, the judge and the prosecutor looked like they wanted to strangle him and throttle the living shit out of his body . But hey, Stiles didn't really mean to interrupt, but both of them just kept saying so many things that were untrue and using all these big words, so was he so wrong for asking what the words meant? Apparently so, because the judge threatened (and he quotes), If you do not shut your mouth, I will have the bailiff personally tape your mouth shut. To which, Stiles responded, "Are you even allowed to say that? Let alone to that because it really wouldn't work. Tape doesn't exactly cut off the sound waves from reaching your eardrum, and why wouldn't you want to talk to me? Am I that ugly?"
So yeah, maybe it didn't go so well, but Stiles still thinks it could have gone worse...... He hasn't thought of a way it could have gone more terribly than getting convicted of a murder he didn't commit, upon a guy he hardly ever talked to, to a jail with the most violent criminals in all of California and oh, did he mention he's sentenced to 30 years? He'll be around the fucking age of fifty by the time he gets out of this place. But it could have been worse. He doesn't know how, but Stiles will figure out a different situation where it could have been.
He's thinking exactly this while being led down the long, white-walled, barred-windows, no-sunshine-because-they-all-hate-him hallway with his hands cuffed behind his back and two guards on either side of him. There are also two more: one in the back, and the other in the front, and at that, Stiles really has to scuff because it's not like he's Freddie Cruger, or something - and oh, that would be so weird. Stiles Krueger - does that even sound good? Well, at least he would be so fucking ugly that no one would butt rape him in the showers---
Oh god.
"Do you think I'm ugly enough to not get butt raped?" Stiles asks the guard to his left, gulping repeatedly because he can just imagine it now. What if they gave him a nickname?! Smack-that Stiles - oh fuck.
But there's silence from his left.
The guard doesn't even look at him. It's like Stiles isn't even here.
But they don't call him Stiles the Relentless for nothing. Well - actually, they call him that for loads of reasons. But that really isn't the point.
"Do you think I'm attractive, Munchkin?" Stiles questions the guy to his right and - yeah he's really short. And oh - did he just scowl? A slow grin forms on Stiles face as he shifts closer. "Fuck man, I haven't felt this much need to be ugly in my entire life. I mean, believe me, every average-looking guy wants their piece of sexy once in a while, but I really need to be ugly right now. So convince me - pretty please c'mon, just a simple 'Stilinski, man, you got the short end of the stick'. Is that so hard? C'mon Munchkin, talk to me, baby."
And then....
"If you do not shut up."
"Munchkin!"
Apparently, 'Munchkin' doesn't like being called 'Munchkin' (which honestly makes no sense because if you're short, you're short) because he practically hisses at Stiles and wow, who knew a face could turn that color? Munchk-Mr.I-don't-like-to-be-called-munchkin turns to him, eyes aflame, mouth open to say something, and Stiles is hanging on the edge of his seat (figuratively) and-
"Welcome to your cell, Stilinski." says the guard in the front, that Stiles has officially named Momo because he looks like the monkey off of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Stiles swears, he hears the man mutter, -and good riddance but that must of have been his imagination because they love him.
"Thanks pals." Stiles replies cheerfully, as his handcuffs are unlocked and he's thrust inside the cell. "Good job boys. Take the day off."
But none of them reply. They just walk away, and isn't that so rude? So that's how they treat their friends... Well, you don't gain many pals by ignoring what they have to say, that's for sure.
Chuckling to himself, Stiles turns around.....and suddenly there's a Mr. Fucking-Handsome-Sex-God sitting on one of the opposite beds, reading - is that a dictionary? And when did Stiles mouth become dry?
He really should introduce himself. Say something like, Hey, I'm Stiles. Or would that be too original? He doesn't want to seem boring. So maybe he could say something like, "Stilinski, Stiles." He has always wanted to say his last name before his first. Or would that be too military? Do they even do that in the military?
He's thinking exactly that: to say his name in a totally friggin'-cool way. Yet, all he manages to spit out is, "Y'know, orange really isn't your color."
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