#twin stuart stilinski

[sapphireginger]

Title: The Similarities are Different

Pairing: Stackson [Stiles + Jackson]

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning/Tags:

Mild Explicit Language Evil Twin

Summary:

Well perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him.

@steter-stackson-bingo​

Card Number: 107

Square: It’s Personal

Stiles and Stuart could not be more different. They were identical twins but looks were where the similarities ended. 

Stiles was loud, outgoing and loyal to a fault. He always had a smile that could light up a room and make you feel warm. 

Stuart was quiet, introverted and majorly deceptive. He always had a smile on his face, but it was more of a sinister smirk that made you shiver and not in a good way. 

Stiles could be quiet, especially when his best friend would say to him, 'Stiles! Would you shut the fuck up?!'

Stuart could be loud when someone almost ran him over at a red light. 

Stiles could be introverted especially when all of his so-called friends had plans and told him he was not invited but he found that he didn’t mind diving into a new book he just got. 

Stuart could be outgoing when he gave a lap dance in a VIP lounge at the strip club. 

Stiles couldn’t be the opposite of loyal because loyalty was in his DNA. 

Stuart? He could be loyal if it meant there was something in it for him. 

Maybe just maybe, they were not as different as they seemed, but who could fake normalcy better? Stiles or Stuart?

Well, perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him. 

✶ ☆ ✶

Stiles went to see Jackson and found Stuart straddling Jackson on the couch. Jackson was only kind of into it. Stiles gaped and then a whole interrogation ensued. 

Stiles glared at his twin as he asked, “What’s his favorite color?” 

“Blue.”

“What month was he born?”

“March.”

“When did he graduate?”

“2006.” 

“What side of the bed does he sleep on?”

“The middle.” 

“What’s his middle name?”

“Lance.”

“What’s his comfort drink?”

“Hot chocolate.” 

“Which of his siblings was Jackson closest to?”

“Liam.” 

“When was the last time he talked to his mom?”

“Last week.” 

“What does he do recreationally that most would find crazy?”

“Swim in the winter.”

“When he wakes up after a deep sleep and the sun is shining through the window, what color are his eyes?!” 

“Green.”

The twins watched each other, Stuart with a calculating look on his face and Stiles with a furious look on his face. 

Stuart smirked and looked back at Jackson before nipping at Jackson’s neck. 

Stiles growled—yes growled—before his voice came out ice cold. “Wrong you fucker!” 

Jackson’s eyes snapped to Stiles’s, their eyes meeting as Stiles inhaled sharply and then locked eyes with his brother once more. Stuart smirked, loving how riled up he was getting his brother. Stiles made fists and stared his twin down. 

“His favorite color is lavender purple, almost pastel. You just think it’s blue because he looks fucking gorgeous in his blue Henley.

“His license says he was born in December, but the day is wrong because he prefers it to be on Christmas when the day was already filled with so much joy. Which of course was doubly true that year and every year since because he’s a fucking gem!

“He didn’t graduate because he didn’t get to finish high school, but he got his GED with a little tiny bit of help from me. His big, beautiful brain did the bulk of it.

“He sleeps on the right side by the door when he’s feeling safe. On the left by the wall when he’s scared and, in the middle, when it’s close to the full moon.

“His middle name is Lee, but he tells people it’s Lance.

“His comfort drink is chamomile tea with honey and a bit of peppermint because his mom made that for him when he was growing up.

“He would tell you he wasn’t close with any of his siblings more than the other, but he was. Malia and he were thick as thieves, the eldest Hale kids. They were always playing tricks on their parents by playing tricks on each other, but everyone involved knew it was a ruse. He and his younger brother, Owen, never stopped butting heads but when Owen needed him, Jackson was there. His younger twin sisters, Allison and Hayden, were menaces but he always straightened them out, teaching them to listen to mama and papa.

“The last time he talked to his mom was the morning of the Hale fire and the last thing he said was he loved her.

“Running. Day or night. Rain or shine. Good mood or bad. He runs.” 

Stiles marched over to the couch, weaving like a tiger advancing on its prey.

“And as far as his eyes. When Jackson wakes from a deep sleep, his eyes gradually flutter open. He only falls into a deep sleep when he feels completely safe. His eyes open slowly, the cutest most breathtaking smile appearing on his face and in that moment, when his eyes flick open, they are the most gorgeous shade of sapphire blue that’s been sifted and sanded to combine with crystal specks of gold laced with a dash of very light barely visible pastel green.”

Jackson’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, his breath trembling.

Stiles met his gaze. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his heart laid out on a silver platter, bared for the man he loved.

Stuart watched the exchange and then started laughing loudly and cruelly. “Oh, my fuck, little brother!" Stuart said snickering. "That’s pathetic. You are absolutely pathetic. One would think that you would realize two things.

"What are you talking about?" Stiles grounded out from between clenched teeth.

"Well, for one, Jackson’s not actually here.” Stuart snapped his fingers and true to his word there was no Jackson.

Stiles blinked in shock and inwardly cursed his mistake. It had all happened so fast. He saw his brother macking on his man and didn't think to check if Jackson was even real. His eyes alighted on his twin—his evil twin—once more, fiery infernos blazing in his eyes as he fought the urge to attack his twin.

As if Stuart could read his mind, said twin smirked and licked his lips, his tone condescending and full of faux empathy. “And two, do you really think that after all this time he would want you? If you were all love sick for him and knew all those things about him, then it’s possible he sees you as a person to dump his problems on. I'm sure he sees you as someone he can then leave behind after making you think you mattered just because he told you those things about himself.

"You're lying," Stiles breathed, his heart hammering in his chest. This was all wrong and he didn't know what to do, but Stuart wasn't finished yet.

"Who better to help him leave you behind than me, your replica? Or well, the better you. Let's be honest, you’re the cheap knockoff of me.”

Stiles’s eyes were now glistening with the tears he was fighting not to shed. He loved Jackson and he would be damned if his evil twin—yeah because he totally had one of those—made him feel even more pathetic than he already did. 

Stuart made a face of mock sympathy. “Aww poor baby. Nothing to say? Well, I’ve made my point. Enjoy the emptiness. He’s not here and he won’t be. He’s waiting for me. I would say it’s nothing personal, but I’d be lying. It’s personal and I will take great pleasure in claiming what’s yours. Jackson is everyone’s type but you? You are no one’s type. Wish me luck baby brother, not that I need it. I wonder if he'll see me as you or see me as me. Either way works for me. It would be so incredibly satisfying though if he were to assume I'm you. You don't mind if I start off pretending just that, do you?” Stuart snapped his fingers and sighed with a pleased smile on his face. 

Stiles's eyes widened at his twin's appearance. "He won't believe you," he said, though he didn't sound convinced. After all, Stuart was a master of illusion.

"We'll see," Stuart purred, a sound that was so wrong coming from a mouth that looked like Stiles's mouth. He must've made a face because Stuart cackled and slammed the door shut. 

Stiles’s eyes widened as the words sank in but before he could react, Stuart had slid the bolt into place, locking the door and sealing him in the building. “Stuart! Let me out! Now!” 

“Now why would I do that?” Stuart asked, his tone smug and full of amusement.

“He’s…" Stiles trailed off, his breathing ragged, his chest tightening with his rapidly building panic attack. Why couldn't he get the words out? "H-He’s m-my…” he said, trying once more to get the words out, but his efforts were fruitless and to no avail. 

“No, he isn’t and that’s why this was way too easy.” Stuart rapped his knuckles three times on the metal door and chuckled to himself. "You'll get out of here eventually, but by then it'll be too late. Good luck, forever second best. Such a słabeusz." Stuart quirked a brow at his twin, waiting for a response, seeking more of an outburst. Victory was so very sweet, and Stuart could almost taste his twin's defeat.

Stiles snarled and dug his nails into the palms of his hands. "Wal się!" he snapped, his body vibrating with anger. He was close to breaking, close to tears, but he would not show weakness in front of his twin. Showing weakness was exactly what Stuart was wanting Stiles to do. Therefore, Stiles would never give him the satisfaction of seeing him break.

Stuart left and Stiles’s breathing sped up in panic. His vision was blurry, and he felt lightheaded. Without his full faculties he was helpless to resist the force of gravity as he fell to the floor. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces and those pieces had lodged themselves in every part of his body. It was like bleeding from the inside out.

He managed to lay flat and then curled into a ball, his cheek flush against the cold floor. He choked back a silent sob and whispered, “He’s, my mate.” The brokenhearted twin silently wept to the soundtrack of fading footsteps, footsteps that echoed from the metal stairs of the building. His eyes flashed a deep mauve color. He shuddered and sobbed as quietly as possible, all while listening to the sound of his twin’s car driving away.

[clotpolesonly]

Stiles had hoped that going out clubbing with his brother would help pull him out of the funk he was in lately. But Stuart had always been able to see right through his fake smiles. They may not have a whole lot in common anymore, or be as close as they were when they were kids, but when it comes right down to it, nobody knows him like his twin.

And unlike his pack, tiptoeing around the issue for fear of upsetting him, Stuart isn’t going to let him hide from his problems or pretend they’re not there.

Maybe, ultimately, that’s what he really needs.

[librarianafterdark]

I’m getting ready to do my own deep dive literally as soon as I hit post but I would love it if someone who was actively in the teen wolf fandom as it was airing could explain to me how Stuart Stilinski became a thing 💀. The man has his own tag on ao3. Where did he come from? Why is that the chosen name for Stiles’ twin? I’m so curious

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Sorry to bother but I was wondering if you can help me. I’m looking for a sterek soulmate AU where stiles had a twin named Stuart and Stuart ran away and stiles never stopped looking for him. Stuart dies and stiles finds out and meets Derek and thinks Derek was Stuart’s soulmate but Derek is Stiles soulmate. Turns out that Stuart found out (I think) Theo was his soulmate and he was abusive so Stuart ran away. Met Derek and Derek tried to keep him safe. I don’t remember a lot of details except it was angsty. I read it years ago and can’t find it anymore. :( please and thank you 💕💕💕

I'm pretty sure it's this one, @arver7!

I Hunt For You With Bloody Feet by CharWright5

(26/26 I 200,462 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Mates don't always mean happy ever after.”

When twenty-year-old born omega werewolf Stiles Stilinski received that cryptic email from his twin brother—who'd been missing for two years exactly—in a language the two of them had made up, his drive to find Stuart is doubled. The search leads him to Oak Creek, the most secured and heavily fortified city in all of California, where he finds that not only is his brother dead, but also the literal alpha of his Dreams in Derek Hale—who just happens to be his twin's Mate and the main suspect in Stiles' eyes. Despite an agreement to fight mutual feelings, the two are still drawn to each other as they try to solve the case themselves, uncovering a plot that goes deeper than the murder of just one wolf.

[harringtonstilinski]

requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines

so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.

my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.

the characters that i write for are ;

steve harrington (henderson!reader)

eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

richie boyle

joel dawson

sam taylor

stuff i won't write ;

unaliving one-self

kidnapping / trafficking

stranger things kids (el, max, lucas, mike, will, and dustin. they will be included in the story if the request is for steve.)

stuff i write if asked ;

a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)

aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)

au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])

i do also write stilinski!twins, but those take more time to think about.

rules;

please stay within these newly found guidelines

if you don't see your request within 2-3 days, please let me know which one you sent and i'll do my best to get it out asap. if you don't see it within a week after that, it's because i've gotten busy with my hubbs, kiddos, and the kids i babysit mon-fri from 3pm-5:15pm, est.

reblog, reblog, reblog. i know you've seen this from every other content creator here on tumblr, but it really helps us out. this isn't tiktok where you like something and it shows up in the algorithm.

likes and comments are welcome! i love it when y'all like and comment on a fic i've written.

i am a mama to a 7 & 2 year old, as well as a wife of almost 10 years. please be patient with me. we're also in minor softball season as well.

please have fun!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!

edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.

[justanothersterekficgirl]

I Hunt For You With Bloody Feet by CharWright5

Explicit | 200k | 26/26

“Mates don't always mean happy ever after.”

When twenty-year-old born omega werewolf Stiles Stilinski received that cryptic email from his twin brother—who'd been missing for two years exactly—in a language the two of them had made up, his drive to find Stuart is doubled. The search leads him to Oak Creek, the most secured and heavily fortified city in all of California, where he finds that not only is his brother dead, but also the literal alpha of his Dreams in Derek Hale—who just happens to be his twin's Mate and the main suspect in Stiles' eyes. Despite an agreement to fight mutual feelings, the two are still drawn to each other as they try to solve the case themselves, uncovering a plot that goes deeper than the murder of just one wolf.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

At Our Ex-Spence

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47766130

by sapphireginger

Stiles is ready to leave Beacon Hell Hole-Beacon Hills-behind. An offer to join the FBI is his ticket out of there. A blue eyed wolf follows along, and Stiles doesn't mind a bit.

On the other side of the US an amber eyed man puts on his glasses and gets out of bed. His first day at the FBI is almost here. "Stu?" the man's girlfriend calls out. "Coming!" he replies and rejoins her in their bedroom.

Stiles is about to start his FBI training. He meets two people of major significance on his first day. Life gets even more complicated, and he has so many questions. However, he's not sure who he trusts to give him the correct answers-to give him the truth.

Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Criminal Minds (US TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Stuart Stilinski, Allison Argent, Spencer Reid, Klarysa Gajos (OC), Genevieve Reid (OC), Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent, Noah Stilinski, Klaudiya Gajos (Mentioned), Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Penelope Garcia, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, David Rossi, Original Child Character(s), (To Be Added Later), Jasmine (OC) (Mentioned), Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Original Characters

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Stuart Stilinski, Spencer Reid/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Twin Stiles Stilinski, Twin Stuart Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski's Last Name is Gajos, Spencer Reid is Stuart Stilinski's Cousin, Protective Spencer Reid, FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, FBI Agent Stuart Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Separated at Birth, Twins, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Familiars, Past Character Death, Claudia Stilinski's Name is Klaudiya Gajos, Stiles Stilinski's Name is Mieszko, Stuart Stilinski's Name is Mikolaj, Spencer Reid's Name is Maksymilian, Good Peter Hale, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Claiming Bites, Explicit Sexual Content, De-Aged Peter Hale, Future Mpreg, Stiles Stilinski is a Polyglot, Protective Peter Hale, Stilinski Family Feels (Teen Wolf), Attempted Rape/Non-Con, AFG Angst: Begging, AFG Angst: "Do you wonder what it is that makes me scream?", AFG Fluff: Nicknames/Pet Names, BTHB: "Who did this to you?", Bad Things Happen Bingo, bad things happen, Alpha Peter Hale, Alternate Universe - Isaac Lahey & Jackson Whittemore Get Bitten, Panic Attacks, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Aged-Up Stiles Stilinski, Aged-Up Character(s)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47766130

[purecanesugar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Stuart Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Danny Mahealani, Jackson Whittemore, Kate Argent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Stilinski Twins, Angst, Smut, First Time, Manipulation Series: Part 6 of Collaborations Summary:

Middle school and most of high school sucked for the Stilinski twins; Stuart decides that senior year will be different, and Stiles gets dragged along.

[modestfuckup]

i’ve really been seeing a lot of those “same age, different life choices” pictures where there are two people and one is like fit and the other isn’t. and like, all i keep imagining is stilinski twins? like they are exactly the same looking and it’s really fun because their mom is the only one who can really tell them apart (even their dad needs the help of the color coding to keep them straight). Stiles and Stuart are super close and just literally the same person. But when their mom dies they kind of hate that no one can tell them apart, so as a stand, Stuart decides he must distinguish himself from Stiles so he shaves his head, and just really distances himself from Stiles. This causes Stiles to get really sad because for some reason, Stuart doesn’t like him anymore. 

Flash forward to middle school to when sports are becoming a thing, and Stuart tries out for idk a sport and he gets consumed and obsessed with it. Stiles has always been a nerd so he doesn’t really figure leaving the library will do him much good. This is also when he discovers how food makes him happy. And he goes from being skinny and lanky to kind of chubby. 

By high school, Stuart and Stiles are complete opposites. Stuart is the star *mumble* player, he’s very popular, and is definitely having sex (because sex in high school is the ultimate signifier that you’re living life right (Stiles knows Stuart is having sex because they still share a bedroom and stuart rarely sleeps in his own bed these days)). Meanwhile, Stiles is fat, he’s not popular, he spends most of his time with his friend Scott or at home doing research for *undisclosed reason*. 

People can totally tell them apart now, but it’s only because Stiles was deemed “the fat one” somewhere along the way. 

I’m trying to figure out how to make it Sterek, but like I feel this isn’t a sterek centered fic? I don’t even think this is a kinky fic? idk like the major emotional pay off for this fic would be Stiles confronting Stuart about why they drifted apart after mom died and this is when Stiles learns Stuart misses him just as he does and that he’s been hurting for so long but hasn’t had the courage to admit it. 

[the-cookie-of-doom]

"Your grandfather is a psychopath," Stiles said. Allison looked at him flatly.

"Thanks for the reminder." As if any of them needed it, when just looking around the room they were being held in made their circumstances pretty clear.

"Do we even know where we are? How to get out of here?"

"Obviously not, genius, or we wouldn't still be here," Stuart sniped. Stiles stuck his tongue out at his twin; would have flipped him off if his hands weren't bound behind his back.

"Mitch will come for us."

"Are you kidding? He's working with the evil hunters! He probably sold us out!"

"He wouldn't!"

"Right, yeah, sorry, I forgot. Of course he wouldn't sell you out." Stuart scoffed derisively.

"I know you think I took Mitch from you, but I didn't."

"No, he just chose you over his own family."

"Stop it!" Stiles shouted. He couldn't stand the bickering between Stuart and Allison, Stuart's constant hatred towards Mitch. "He's coming for us. Mitch is coming."

"Whatever."

Lydia finally started to stir, roused by all the shouting. Stuart started shuffling towards her, but Allison was closer and made it first, so he changed his mind and slumped against the wall, putting his back to the girls. Stiles sighed. Get here soon, Mitch.

-

"I have had a really long day." Mitch threw the hunter back against the wall, holding him pinned with his forearm across the man's throat, freeing his other to take out his pistol. "I don't have the time or patience to dick around, so you're going to tell me: where the fuck are my kids?"

"Go to hell!" Mitch presses the muzzle of his gun under the man's jaw, digging it in painfully. He pressed the trigger until he heard it click, and the man swallowed in fear—the slightest wrong movement and he was dead.

"I won't ask again."

-

"Do you hear that?" The four of them looked up at the ceiling, hearing several loud bangs! and the distinct sound of bodies dropping to the floor.

"Mitch!"

"We're down here!"

They shouted until Mitch pulled open the trap door and shone a light inside. "Everyone alive?" he asked, sounding audibly relieved to see them all there.

"We're okay. Mostly," Stiles answered.

"Let's get you kids out of there."

-

Mitch hauled up Allison first so she could help him lift out the others. She took a brief second to hug him, frowning when he winced.

"I'm okay," he assured her softly, although he favored his right side with a clear injury to his left.

After Allison was Lydia, boosted up from the ground by Stiles and Stuart. Her hair was a tangled mess and dusted with dirt, but her eyes were fierce and calculating.

Stiles and Stuart argued about which of them was going next, until Stiles bodily lifted him and shoved him at the trap door; more to make a point than to serve any useful purpose. His time on the lacrosse field was finally paying off.

"You look like hell," was all Stuart said to Mitch once he was out, taking in his plethora of fresh bruises and injuries. He didn't wait for a response, instead skulking over to check on Lydia.

Finally, it was Stiles' turn. With no one to lift him, he had to take a running leap to reach Mitch and Allison's grasping hands.

"What took you so long?" Stiles asked on the surface. Mitch huffed a weak laugh and shoved him away.

"Next time I'm leaving you. Now come on, before reinforcements get here."

"Wait—what about Derek?"

"... I'll take care of it."

"Mitch—"

"I said I'll take care of it. Let's go."

Stiles wanted to argue, but for everyone else's sake kept his mouth shut.

-

"Stay here. All of you."

"No!"

"Stiles—"

"No, that's bullshit! I need to save him!"

"You need to trust me!" Mitch blocked Stiles from leaving, baring his teeth in a snarl that was far more akin to a wolf than a human. "I'll get Derek back, but you need to sit your ass down and stay here, understood?"

"Bring him home, Mitch," Stiles pleaded.

-

"I'm coming with you," Allison said, following Mitch outside.

"Did you not hear a thing I just said?"

"I did, and I think you're an idiot. I'm coming with you; you need someone to watch your back."

"For the love of God..." Mitch looked up at the stars as if they could give him answers and patience. "Allison, honey, I need you to stay here, where I know you're safe."

"You're going to get yourself killed."

"And you won't, because you'll be here, holding down the fort until I get back. Yes?"

"... fine."

"That's my girl."

"You better come back."

"I always do. Now get lost. Keep an eye on things and don't let Stiles try to come after me."

-

Derek almost thought he was hallucinating when he recognized the man taking off his shackles. Then he realized not even his psyche would be that cruel; of he were imagining anyone saving him, it would be Stiles.

"The hell are you doing here?" Derek slurred, stumbling once his hands were free. Mitch caught him and held him up, pulling him away from the electrocuted fence.

"Yeah, Yeah. I'm not here for you, Hale, I'm here for Stiles. You're lucky my idiot brother's in love with you."

Derek laughed, and it hurt, but how could he not? Mitch was as close to a sworn enemy as he's ever gotten, and yet here he is, saving his life. "Yeah," Derek wheezed, leaning heavily into the hunter. "Yeah, I am."

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

Well perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him.

@badthingshappenbingo​

🎉🎉🎉 Bingos 8, 9 & 10!! 🎉🎉🎉

Stiles and Stuart could not be more different. They were identical twins but looks were where the similarities ended.

Stiles was loud, outgoing and loyal to a fault. He always had a smile that could light up a room and make you feel warm.

Stuart was quiet, introverted and majorly deceptive. He always had a smile on his face, but it was more of a sinister smirk that made you shiver and not in a good way.

Stiles could be quiet, especially when his best friend would say to him, 'Stiles! Would you shut the fuck up?!'

Stuart could be loud when someone almost ran him over at a red light.

Stiles could be introverted especially when all of his so-called friends had plans and told him he was not invited but he found that he didn’t mind diving into a new book he just got.

Stuart could be outgoing when he gave a lap dance in a VIP lounge at the strip club.

Stiles couldn’t be the opposite of loyal because loyalty was in his DNA.

Stuart? He could be loyal if it meant there was something in it for him.

Maybe just maybe, they were not as different as they seemed, but who could fake normalcy better? Stiles or Stuart?

Well, perhaps there was something else they had in common or someone else. Stiles pined for Jackson and loved him. Stuart lusted after Jackson Hale and wanted him. So, the twins had their eyes set on Jackson but one of them offered to fuck him while the other promised to love him.

✶ ☆ ✶

Stiles went to see Jackson and found Stuart straddling Jackson on the couch. Jackson was only kind of into it. Stiles gaped and then a whole interrogation ensued.

Stiles glared at his twin as he asked, “What’s his favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“What month was he born?”

“March.”

“When did he graduate?”

“2006.”

“What side of the bed does he sleep on?”

“The middle.”

“What’s his middle name?”

“Lance.”

“What’s his comfort drink?”

“Hot chocolate.”

“Which of his siblings was Jackson closest to?”

“Liam.”

“When was the last time he talked to his mom?”

“Last week.”

“What does he do recreationally that most would find crazy?”

“Swim in the winter.”

“When he wakes up after a deep sleep and the sun is shining through the window, what color are his eyes?!”

“Green.”

The twins watched each other, Stuart with a calculating look on his face and Stiles with a furious look on his face.

Stuart smirked and looked back at Jackson before nipping at Jackson’s neck.

Stiles growled—yes growled—before his voice came out ice cold. “Wrong you fucker!”

Jackson’s eyes snapped to Stiles’s, their eyes meeting as Stiles inhaled sharply and then locked eyes with his brother once more. Stuart smirked, loving how riled up he was getting his brother. Stiles made fists and stared his twin down.

“His favorite color is lavender purple, almost pastel. You just think it’s blue because he looks fucking gorgeous in his blue Henley.

“His license says he was born in December, but the day is wrong because he prefers it to be on Christmas when the day was already filled with so much joy. Which of course was doubly true that year and every year since because he’s a fucking gem!

“He didn’t graduate because he didn’t get to finish high school, but he got his GED with a little tiny bit of help from me. His big, beautiful brain did the bulk of it.

“He sleeps on the right side by the door when he’s feeling safe. On the left by the wall when he’s scared and, in the middle, when it’s close to the full moon.

“His middle name is Lee, but he tells people it’s Lance.

“His comfort drink is chamomile tea with honey and a bit of peppermint because his mom made that for him when he was growing up.

“He would tell you he wasn’t close with any of his siblings more than the other, but he was. Malia and he were thick as thieves, the eldest Hale kids. They were always playing tricks on their parents by playing tricks on each other, but everyone involved knew it was a ruse. He and his younger brother, Owen, never stopped butting heads but when Owen needed him, Jackson was there. His younger twin sisters, Allison and Hayden, were menaces but he always straightened them out, teaching them to listen to mama and papa.

“The last time he talked to his mom was the morning of the Hale fire and the last thing he said was he loved her.

“Running. Day or night. Rain or shine. Good mood or bad. He runs.”

Stiles marched over to the couch, weaving like a tiger advancing on its prey.

“And as far as his eyes. When Jackson wakes from a deep sleep, his eyes gradually flutter open. He only falls into a deep sleep when he feels completely safe. His eyes open slowly, the cutest most breathtaking smile appearing on his face and in that moment, when his eyes flick open, they are the most gorgeous shade of sapphire blue that’s been sifted and sanded to combine with crystal specks of gold laced with a dash of very light barely visible pastel green.”

Jackson’s eyes were shining with unshed tears, his breath trembling.

Stiles met his gaze. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his heart laid out on a silver platter, bared for the man he loved.

Stuart watched the exchange and then started laughing loudly and cruelly. “Oh, my fuck, little brother!" Stuart said snickering. "That’s pathetic. You are absolutely pathetic. One would think that you would realize two things.

"What are you talking about?" Stiles grounded out from between clenched teeth.

"Well, for one, Jackson’s not actually here.” Stuart snapped his fingers and true to his word there was no Jackson.

Stiles blinked in shock and inwardly cursed his mistake. It had all happened so fast. He saw his brother macking on his man and didn't think to check if Jackson was even real. His eyes alighted on his twin—his evil twin—once more, fiery infernos blazing in his eyes as he fought the urge to attack his twin.

As if Stuart could read his mind, said twin smirked and licked his lips, his tone condescending and full of faux empathy. “And two, do you really think that after all this time he would want you? If you were all lovesick for him and knew all those things about him, then it’s possible he sees you as a person to dump his problems on. I'm sure he sees you as someone he can then leave behind after making you think you mattered just because he told you those things about himself.

"You're lying," Stiles breathed, his heart hammering in his chest. This was all wrong and he didn't know what to do, but Stuart wasn't finished yet.

"Who better to help him leave you behind than me, your replica? Or well, the better you. Let's be honest, you’re the cheap knockoff of me.”

Stiles’s eyes were now glistening with the tears he was fighting not to shed. He loved Jackson and he would be damned if his evil twin—yeah because he totally had one of those—made him feel even more pathetic than he already did.

Stuart made a face of mock sympathy. “Aww poor baby. Nothing to say? Well, I’ve made my point. Enjoy the emptiness. He’s not here and he won’t be. He’s waiting for me. I would say it’s nothing personal, but I’d be lying. It’s personal and I will take great pleasure in claiming what’s yours. Jackson is everyone’s type but you? You are no one’s type. Wish me luck baby brother, not that I need it. I wonder if he'll see me as you or see me as me. Either way works for me. It would be so incredibly satisfying though if he were to assume I'm you. You don't mind if I start off pretending just that, do you?” Stuart snapped his fingers and sighed with a pleased smile on his face.

Stiles's eyes widened at his twin's appearance. "He won't believe you," he said, though he didn't sound convinced. After all, Stuart was a master of illusion.

"We'll see," Stuart purred, a sound that was so wrong coming from a mouth that looked like Stiles's mouth. He must've made a face because Stuart cackled and slammed the door shut.

Stiles’s eyes widened as the words sank in but before he could react, Stuart had slid the bolt into place, locking the door and sealing him in the building. “Stuart! Let me out! Now!”

“Now why would I do that?” Stuart asked, his tone smug and full of amusement.

“He’s…" Stiles trailed off, his breathing ragged, his chest tightening with his rapidly building panic attack. Why couldn't he get the words out? "H-He’s m-my…” he said, trying once more to get the words out, but his efforts were fruitless and to no avail.

“No, he isn’t and that’s why this was way too easy.” Stuart rapped his knuckles three times on the metal door and chuckled to himself. "You'll get out of here eventually, but by then it'll be too late. Good luck, forever second best. Such a słabeusz." Stuart quirked a brow at his twin, waiting for a response, seeking more of an outburst. Victory was so very sweet, and Stuart could almost taste his twin's defeat.

Stiles snarled and dug his nails into the palms of his hands. "Wal się!" he snapped, his body vibrating with anger. He was close to breaking, close to tears, but he would not show weakness in front of his twin. Showing weakness was exactly what Stuart was wanting Stiles to do. Therefore, Stiles would never give him the satisfaction of seeing him break.

Stuart left and Stiles’s breathing sped up in panic. His vision was blurry, and he felt lightheaded. Without his full faculties he was helpless to resist the force of gravity as he fell to the floor. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces and those pieces had lodged themselves in every part of his body. It was like bleeding from the inside out.

He managed to lay flat and then curled into a ball, his cheek flush against the cold floor. He choked back a silent sob and whispered, “He’s, my mate.” The brokenhearted twin silently wept to the soundtrack of fading footsteps, footsteps that echoed from the metal stairs of the building. His eyes flashed a deep mauve color. He shuddered and sobbed as quietly as possible, all while listening to the sound of his twin’s car driving away.

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We're doing this again because the last one was too short a time frame and because Stiles was very obviously going to win.

[thiswarisours-rp]

PAST ➜

STUART TWOMBLY was born as Dymek Stuart Stilinski to CLAUDIA andNOAH STILINSKI one fateful night, alongside his twin brother Mieczyslaw “STILES” STILINSKI. He was born in a hospital, like most children are brought into this world. Him and Stiles looked the same in almost every way; the only way they could be picked apart was by the different designs of constellations of moles and freckles that danced across their identical porcelain flesh. They were both beautiful. But, there was a problem. One of the two was critically ill. Young Stuart’s lungs hadn’t developed to a point where they could sustain life on their own. They had the baby on a ventilator for a week and a day until he could struggle no more and his own organs failed on him – the young life cut short before it could barely begin. It had been devastating to the young couple, so much so that they never told Stiles he had been born with a second half – and already began to erase the evidence that they had been planning on twins. From the start, Stuart was erased from memory. Around this time, there was a witch coven that was crawling among Beacon Hills – and they felt a spark of magic inside Beacon Hills Memorial. Stuart was born like his brother, with magic. Of course, a witch is never aware of their magic until they spark. The witches took the baby away from the morgue – sparking the magic within in as life was breathed back into the twin. Albeit, before they could continue with whatever plans they had for this child – no doubt ill willed – a couple of solo practitioners heard word of their crime and took the poor child out from under them; raising him like their own, since they could not send him back to his parents – as he was legally dead in Beacon Hills. Using their resources, they created a life for Stuart Twombly. Sending him to public school, and raising him in their craft – and, as with anything, Stuart caught onto his powers like a fish in water. Stuart doesn’t have memory of his birth parents, or brother – he was raised to only know of the adopted parents who reared him. They did, at least, always tell him he was adopted; they told him it was a closed adoption and they never even met the birth parents. Stuart never had any reason to not believe them. He was insanely smart, but never as social as the kids around him. He went to public school, and preferred to spend his time with his nose in a book instead of on the playground with the other kids. He preferred to study his craft when he was alone – and, around others, he studied technology. Aside from magic, Stuart was constantly amazed by technology – watching it boom and grow as he grew with it. He was extremely proficient with computers from a very young age, and – once he got into high school – began to think about majoring in computer sciences once he got to college. However, once he did graduate, he was on - instead - a fast track to being picked up by the FBI. Not for crimes he had committed, but instead for the promise they saw in him and his particular …. frowned upon skills on the computer.

NOW ➜

When Stuart finally graduated high school, his mind was more so set upon the offer he had been given when his family home was left in ashes. Everything he knew in life crumbled like the foundation of his home in one night – a full coven of witches showing up to the crime scene in the cold of night, the boy shivering despite the flames as the leader sneered at him and revealed to him out of anger the circumstances of his birth, rebirth, and removal from the hospital. Stuart, instead of joining them out of spite like they hoped, fled away from them and never looked back to his hometown. For a few weeks, he settled down in a hotel – and once the sheer shock wore off and instead turned into frustration and rage, he began to use his skills to try and find his birth family. It took him a few months, as he really had no starting point – but, using facial recognition on himself and turning to facebook, he found his brother. He had a brother.And, from there, he started his journey to Beacon Hills, California. However, once he arrived, things had already begun to fall apart. He had heard whispers on the deeper parts of the internet of the supernatural beginning to leak – but he thought it was hearsay. By the time he got there, things were in chaos. So, he went into hiding – finding an abandoned home of supernaturals that had been killed in action, he hunkered down in the home and did what he did best; he watched the world begin to change from behind a computer screen. It was about five months later that he came across the rebellion and got in contact with a man named Alan Deaton – ducking and sliding his way into their hidden mainframe and introducing himself simply as THE PARIAH. He wanted to help them, especially since their records showed that his twin brother was among their ranks. It took a while for the leaders of the group to trust him, but he became their hidden eyes and ears when it came to the local government – from supply lines, to their members slipping in and out from topside. Stuart did what he could from his spot in the shadows. Mostly keeping in contact with STILES STILINSKI, DANNY MAHEALANI, and Deaton. He was able to keep this up for about four years – in fear of even leaving his shelter. For one, he was an unregistered witch. And for two, he shared the face of Stiles Stilinski; and it was a small town. He would be found quickly. However, despite how careful and cautious he was with his snooping – he grew careless one day. As his computer began to freeze and crash, Stuart’s heart crashed to his feet. After four years, he had been compromised. He snatched his phone and downloaded what information he could without leaving bread crumbs behind before fleeing the building and setting it aflame – a bitter reminder of his family home as the flames licked up the evidence of his residence there. Stuart was always being erased. The Pariah has been compromised and has left for the Underground. It was a simple text he had sent to Alan Deaton and attached were coordinates for one of their scouts to meet him at so that they could take him into the arms of the rebellion, like they had been asking him for so long to do – finally ready for the backlash he would receive because of his blood.

➜ STUART TWOMBLY IS TAKEN!

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