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“Okay.” He didn’t know what else to mention about Malia. She’d been something else. But he wasn’t sure he knew them well enough to comment further. 

When he got the name of the tree stump, it was a word that resonated with him in a way he was surprised because he’s sure he’s never heard it before. But if turned out to be true...that he and Stiles were brothers...that would mean he wasn’t human either? And then there was the whole other family he had if he really had been stolen. 

He was lost in thought that he didn’t even notice Derek come in, so the kiss had been a surprise. “Yeah, kinda noticed the similarities, and bi actually. But sorta married to my work. Guess you’re Derek? Uh...congrats on the engagement. Name’s Mitch...I might be your fiance’s doppelganger or twin, it’s still up in the air.” 

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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That note had always made him curious but it was so far in the past that he didn’t think digging it up had been worth it. He’d buried his father and mourned him…the memory he had of him wasn’t something he wanted to shake up. But something in his bones told him…but who said it couldn’t be a combination of things? If this town was so powerful in magic, maybe magic was a reason for him and his brother to be separated. 

At the mention of the other having a complicated name he raised an eyebrow, “So Stiles is a nickname? Well, I might be one of the few who can. Between Spanish, French, Arabic, and a bit of German I might be able to handle it.”

“Mazel tov on the engagement.” That was a happy event coming up on their lives. Even if Stiles was in the FBI he wasn’t constantly leaving the country and being sent after dangerous terrorist groups. Not yet anyway…and the FBI always dealt with more domestic things. “Last time I was here, I got into some trouble and I was introduced to the weirdness by someone named Malia…I couldn’t stay long then, and I’m not too sure how long I’m staying now…no matter how far I go though…I always feel compelled to come back here…and…ugh this is gonna sound weird.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair, “There’s always this same dream I keep having. With a stupid tree stump..and it’s like…a siren song. Keeps drawing me in…” 

“Malia is our ex.”

He meant both his and Scott’s.  But when the nematon was mentioned, the two looked at one another.

“The tree is something called a Nematon.  It’s a source of power.  It is the Beacon of Beacon Hills.  It’s literally an antenna to all supernatural creatures.  It’s why we can’t leave town.  We have to protect it because the police…dad…isn’t equipped to.  Who better to protect the town from monsters than a group of monsters?”

It was now that someone new entered the loft…and then placed a kiss on Mitch’s lips.  “Hey babe…” 

“Over here, Derek.”  Derek looked at Mitch and then over to Stiles.

“Oh fuck.  Babe.  I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s okay.  I totally get it.  Just apologize to the man you just kissed.  Pretty sure he’s straight.”

Derek took a step back.  “I’m so sorry.  I thought you were Stiles.”

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That note had always made him curious but it was so far in the past that he didn’t think digging it up had been worth it. He’d buried his father and mourned him...the memory he had of him wasn’t something he wanted to shake up. But something in his bones told him...but who said it couldn’t be a combination of things? If this town was so powerful in magic, maybe magic was a reason for him and his brother to be separated. 

At the mention of the other having a complicated name he raised an eyebrow, “So Stiles is a nickname? Well, I might be one of the few who can. Between Spanish, French, Arabic, and a bit of German I might be able to handle it.”

“Mazel tov on the engagement.” That was a happy event coming up on their lives. Even if Stiles was in the FBI he wasn’t constantly leaving the country and being sent after dangerous terrorist groups. Not yet anyway...and the FBI always dealt with more domestic things. “Last time I was here, I got into some trouble and I was introduced to the weirdness by someone named Malia...I couldn’t stay long then, and I’m not too sure how long I’m staying now...no matter how far I go though...I always feel compelled to come back here...and...ugh this is gonna sound weird.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair, “There’s always this same dream I keep having. With a stupid tree stump..and it’s like...a siren song. Keeps drawing me in...” 

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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To Mitch, that answer made a lot more sense than simply magic. But it still made him frown at the implication that he’d been stolen. 

“My father…he died when I was young. My mother never told me how and for a long time I’ve always accepted it. It wasn’t until I got into the agency that I did a bit of digging around. My father..” Or not his father but the man who stole him, “took his life. The police report had the note he left behind. It was to my mother…saying sorry but he was a loose end. But it was worth it because as a bonus….her dreams came true.” There was a pause as he let all of the information sink in….as he looked at the other in front of him, not a clone, but a twin…a brother, but a stranger. “They had trouble conceiving…guess he figured snatching a twin would be an answer…” He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what to feel or what to do.

“We don’t know for sure until our DNA is tested against one another.  In a town like this, magic is still an option.”

Stiles himself had magic.  He used it more and more, learning to control it.  He couldn’t use it in his job, but he could use it to protect the pack.

“At least you skilled the crazy first name lottery.  Mine is something so few can pronounce.”

Scott piped in.  “He’s not kidding.  He’s been working on teaching the minister so that when he and Derek get married; he says the right name.”

Right.  Derek.  Stiles was getting married on Christmas.

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To Mitch, that answer made a lot more sense than simply magic. But it still made him frown at the implication that he’d been stolen. 

“My father...he died when I was young. My mother never told me how and for a long time I’ve always accepted it. It wasn’t until I got into the agency that I did a bit of digging around. My father..” Or not his father but the man who stole him, “took his life. The police report had the note he left behind. It was to my mother...saying sorry but he was a loose end. But it was worth it because as a bonus....her dreams came true.” There was a pause as he let all of the information sink in....as he looked at the other in front of him, not a clone, but a twin...a brother, but a stranger. “They had trouble conceiving...guess he figured snatching a twin would be an answer...” He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what to feel or what to do.

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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Standing in front of the person people kept confusing you for was…unreal. It was one thing being close to someone who shared all the same traits as you…but to see an exact, carbon copy was…weird. But he did his best to seem unphased. Keeping his cool under pressure was what he was trained for. 

“Can you really steal something given to you at birth?” Mitch asked with a raised eyebrow, hands in his jacket pocket to hide how he kept balling and unballing them in slight nerves at the situations. 

Stiles’ jaw clenched.  He was concerned.  Was Mitch the next Big Bad that they had to deal with.

“I want a DNA test.  There was a…”

But what if…

“I had a twin brother.  Older.  He uh…The doctors said he didn’t make it.”

Could it be?  What if Mitch was his brother.  What if he had been stolen?

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Standing in front of the person people kept confusing you for was...unreal. It was one thing being close to someone who shared all the same traits as you...but to see an exact, carbon copy was...weird. But he did his best to seem unphased. Keeping his cool under pressure was what he was trained for. 

“Can you really steal something given to you at birth?” Mitch asked with a raised eyebrow, hands in his jacket pocket to hide how he kept balling and unballing them in slight nerves at the situations. 

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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He raised an eyebrow at that. They shared the same face and maybe the same, or at least similar profession? Interesting. “CIA. So maybe that’s why we haven’t crossed paths. Well, since I learned it was a bad idea to lie to werewolves, it began as retribution. I lost someone I love to some bad people and no one was being held responsible…made it pretty far but…” He shrugged, “Long story short, I was hired by people interested in my skill set. I want to stop bad guys…but I don’t get close enough to people any more to know who I’ve protected…” 

Mitch knew this was a lot more meaningful to them than it ever was to him, so he nodded. He trusted his abilities to get him out of a wolf’s den, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. “Lead the way.”

Derek had rebuilt the Hale house, but that wasn’t where they went.  Scott had taken over Scott’s old loft as his own.  It’s the pack home of sorts.  As he enters with Mitch, Stiles is coming down the spiral staircase.

“Hey, we’re out of milk.”

Stiles freezes at finally seeing his doppelganger.

“You stole my face.”

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He raised an eyebrow at that. They shared the same face and maybe the same, or at least similar profession? Interesting. “CIA. So maybe that’s why we haven’t crossed paths. Well, since I learned it was a bad idea to lie to werewolves, it began as retribution. I lost someone I love to some bad people and no one was being held responsible...made it pretty far but...” He shrugged, “Long story short, I was hired by people interested in my skill set. I want to stop bad guys...but I don’t get close enough to people any more to know who I’ve protected...” 

Mitch knew this was a lot more meaningful to them than it ever was to him, so he nodded. He trusted his abilities to get him out of a wolf’s den, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious. “Lead the way.”

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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He nodded at that, not bothering to lie. He hadn’t known about werewolves or any of the supernatural really existed outside of movies and books until his last visit. But he hadn’t had the time to properly investigate since he was called in for an op. 

“Kinda comes with the territory….I work for the government.” Which was the polite and un-incriminating way, of saying he was an agent. 

“Stiles is hoping to become FBI…so I guess you’re not completely far off in your jobs.  Both want to protect others, right?”

Scott rubbed his face.

“Maybe you should come with me.  We need to make sure this isn’t something…magic related.”

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He nodded at that, not bothering to lie. He hadn’t known about werewolves or any of the supernatural really existed outside of movies and books until his last visit. But he hadn’t had the time to properly investigate since he was called in for an op. 

“Kinda comes with the territory....I work for the government.” Which was the polite and un-incriminating way, of saying he was an agent. 

Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

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Open to: m/f/nb Connection: Anyone from Beacon Hills(but crossovers and Oc’s welcomed)

He’s been here before a few months back, but he’d only been passing through. He didn’t think it was much more than a prank at first but he’d been shown pictures of the guy who shares the same face as him. 

“I know I have his face. But I’m not him. My name’s Mitch.” 

“Yea, we’re looking into it.”

Because shit like that didn’t just happen.  Scott looked at the guy before him and frowned.

“You smell like gun powder.”

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Open: Stiles’ Doppelganger

Open to: m/f/nb Connection: Anyone from Beacon Hills(but crossovers and Oc’s welcomed)

He’s been here before a few months back, but he’d only been passing through. He didn’t think it was much more than a prank at first but he’d been shown pictures of the guy who shares the same face as him. 

“I know I have his face. But I’m not him. My name’s Mitch.” 

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He wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he expected, but this was in the wheelhouse. The way he left, he actually expected an angrier reaction. Hell, even a slap. He licked his lips, they were dry and he notice it only because he kept trying to form the right words but couldn’t find them. There was no easy fix to this...

Mitch shook his head at the offer of a beer and took a deep breath. “I guess I should have started with saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry that it sounded so fucking fake. But you were honest with me and I felt like I needed to be honest with you too and not just feed you the fabricated backstory made for me...but I guess more backstory is needed.”

Talking about his past was never easy, but he realized if he wanted a future with Malia then he had to put his cards on the table. 

“I loved someone once..a lot. So much so I had our lives all figured out. Proposal, wedding, kids, the whole nine yards. But then she was killed...the people who did it weren’t going to be brought to justice because they weren’t important enough to be currently hunted down. They were a spec in the grand scheme of things. And so there I was...heartbroken and alone and full of anger. I let it consume me. And I went after those people. I burned my passport and fake myself into their cells. I turned my back on everything I knew because the person I loved was taken...there was no going back for me. I went....and got my chance of revenge take from me by the American government...then I was their prisoner. They were to decide if I would rot in a cell no one knew about or if they were more impressed with my abilities to get so close to the enemy...and they were. So they ‘hired’ me. 

“I was taken to hone my skills and then set out into the world by weaving in and out without anyone knowing or being any wiser that I was there. I...I became a ghost. So that’s why there was no trail of me to follow. I was nothing but a very angry, lonely, efficient killer....” 

He paused and eyed one of the beers. After confessing and outing himself like that he felt nervous. But he couldn’t stop there. 

“For the first time in a long time I thought about the future. Not just surviving the short term future til the next op. I thought about living...and the long term. Because of you. With you. It was you who made me stop running from my past and face some very hard choices...and made me realize I’m done being angry at the world...I wanna...I wanna remember what it’s like to be happy...and I feel like I’ll only know that...if I’m with you. I want to be with you. No more beating around the bush, no more subtly...I want a chance to prove myself to you. Will you give me that chance?” 

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For @ohdeer-malia

Last time they were together...he’d learn about the supernatural. Just barely. Apparently things in Beacon could and would get pretty weird and him being sort of a clone of someone deeply rooted into that town had dragged him into some weirdness. He had Malia with him to help him navigate but it had still put a bit of a strain in their relationship. He liked her...a lot. More than a lot. But he was a man of logic and had to believe in evidence and what he could see. Not to mention the horrible timing of his handler calling him up for another job. A really infamous terrorist was making noise and they needed him specifically to neutralize the threat. He couldn’t say no. 

He didn’t leave Malia before he finally told her what he did. It could have been a horrible mistake but she had trusted him with her secret, so he felt like he had to do the same. Though he wasn’t sure if she really believed him or thought it was one of the most horrible cliche lies a guy could say to someone when they didn’t want to be in a relationship. The ‘I can’t stay, I’m a super spy and I gotta go save the world’ thing only worked if you’re James Bond....

But he didn’t say it to not be in a relationship with her...because half way over the Atlantic ocean he realized how much he wanted that. 

The mission took about three months to complete. Establishing base, gaining the correct intel, and the actual take down. Again he was allowed to scatter and though it was normally a horrible decision to circle back so soon to a familiar place, Mitch found himself back in Beacon. 

He did find her...and the day he approached her, it was at the beach. He had no plan. He didn’t even know if she’d want to talk to him. But he had to try. 

“Would you believe me if I said I killed a terrorist, not to keep our country safe but to come back to you and tell you I like you? Like...like-like you. Cos that’s basically what just happened.” 

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|| @ohdeer-malia hi! It’s the Mitch you were RPing with. I decided to make a blog specifically for Mitch! I wanna make a starter for yooooouuuu but idk what the plot should be so I wanna know Malia’s deepest desires~