Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome Valeska x Void Stiles - Chaos

A/N - This character is based of Void Stiles from Teen Wolf, you don't need to have seen Teen Wolf to understand this at it is completely separate. I plan to do more one-shots of the Valeska brothers x a psychopath from another show. If you have any character suggestions let me know and I'll write it if I've seen that show.

I've added a YouTube edit to give an idea of the character if anyone is interested. The edit does not belong to me, all credit to the owner.

Pain. Strife. Chaos.

Stiles hummed excitedly as he strolled through the corridors of the police station, a bomb in each hand as he imagined what was to come. The sound of gunshots caused him to pause momentarily, tilting his head as a smirk crawled onto his face. Continuing on his way, his eyes lighting up when he heard screams of pain.

Depositing one of the bombs in an ignored janitor closet, where he was sure it wouldn't be found until he was ready, he rose an eyebrow as a manic laugh filled the station. Strolling up the stairs to the area which overlooked the entire police station, his body froze and he stood perfectly still as a large man with scraggly hair inspected the area.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man shouted, his voice gruff and annoyed as he aimed the gun at Stiles who simply grinned.

"Hi." His dark eyes scanned the confused man, noticing the police outfit and the slight bead of sweat that ran down his greasy face.

"Boss! We have another survivor, he's not a cop though!" Keeping his gun pointed at Stiles, the man leaned over the railing to glance down at the ginger boy who rolled his eyes and glanced up to see what the fuss was about.

"What Greenwood?" Jerome sighed, his tone laced in frustration as the man pulled him away from mocking the commissioner.

"Bos-" Greenwood gaped, blood tumbling from his lips before he fell from the balcony, his body slamming into the floor next to the tied up Commissioner. Behind him stood Stiles, his arms crossed neatly in front of his body as he raised an eyebrow in amusement, tilting his head over the edge to see the body.

Jerome glanced at the newcomer, then at Greenwood, then he burst into laughter.

"That must have been painful." Stiles bit his lip, his eye dancing with delight as the blood seeped into the dirty ground.

"You! I remember you! Lil Stiles!" Jerome pointed at the smirking Stiles, laughing giddily as Stiles' eyes darkened at the nickname.

"Oh, um, sorry." Stiles tucked his head into his chest as he stumbled into someone, glancing up to see a red head and his father stood in front of him, huffing silently he curled his arms around himself in order to look timid and shy.

"Oh Stiles! This is Jerome Valeska, he's just here for some questioning. What are you doing here?"Gordon stepped forwards, resting his hand on his sons shoulder, Stiles had to fight the urge to shrug the hand off in disgust.

"You know how much I like to be here, it's...interesting." Stiles smiled whilst Jerome analysed him with a slight frown from behind Gordon. The way Stiles said the word 'interesting', his voice holding a slight edge and Jerome could see the ghost of a smirk pulling at his lips, Stiles desperately trying to hide it. Seeing the slight smirk and the glint of chaos in his eyes, Jerome had to clench his jaw to stop himself from laughing and giving away his innocent act.

"I've got to get Jerome to the interrogation room, I'll see you at home." Gordon patted his shoulder once before he began to lead Jerome away, pausing to throw over his shoulder, "oh and make sure you stop by to say hi to Ed, he's been asking about you."