𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗢𝗡, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒊

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

Grayson was walking through the halls when he was quickly snatched and pulled into an empty classroom. "Really?" The hybrid asked, not all that startled or surprised at the turn of events.

"What are you?" Stiles asked ignoring the immortals question and got straight to the point.

"What do you mean? I'm hu–" Gray couldn't even finish the sentence, because Scott pulled out a paper from his jacket and layed it on a desk in front of him. "What is that?"

"It's paper. What else does it look like?" Stiles put in his two cents of sarcasm.

"I mean what's on it?" Grayson rolled his eyes as he turned his head to speak to Scott, who was surprisingly calm-ish.

"It's a deadpool full of supernatural creatures, and you're on it." The young alpha told Grayson.

"Really?" The hybrid grabbed the paper and unfolded to see it's contents. He  scanned the piece of paper for his name to check what he was worth. [Let's all pretend, the benefactor had more money than the original]

Grayson Mikealson –– 50M
Sean Walcott –– 250K
David Walcott –– 250k
Michael Walcott –– 250K
Christina Walcott –– 250K
Lydia Martin –– 20M
Scott McCall –– 25M
...

"That's it? I expected it to be more." He shrugged feeling totally unbothered before handing Scott back the paper.

"Are you insane?! Your worth more that Scott and Lydia combined!" Stiles exclaimed waving his hands around to stretch his point but ultimately just looking like a lunatic.

"What do you me to say Stiles?" Grayson rolled his eyes at the dramatic boy.

"Tell us what you are." He demanded the Mikaelson. Grayson almost laughed at how demanding Stiles was being at the moment, he didn't know why but he found it a little adorable. "And don't be a smartass and give me a vague answer." Stiles crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm a Mikealson." Grayson answered the question both realistically and vaguely.

"I–" Stiles opened his mouth than closed it. The boy wanted to yell but restrained it. "I know your a Mikaelson. It's your last name. That has nothing to do with my question." He said through gritted teeth.

"Really?" Gray smirked. "Because I feel as though if you were to, I don't know ask that vet of yours about the Mikaelson family you'll get the answer you want." Grayson stepped towards the human boy slowly and menacingly.

"Wha–" Stiles backed away from the immortal, scared of what he might do.

"Dude–" Scott attempted to assist Stiles, but Grayson makes a closing fist gesture in the wolf's direction, and he falls to the floor like a ragdoll.

"Scott!" Stiles makes a move to go help his bestfriend, but Grayson quickly cages him in-between his arms. "Why– what?"

"Little fox." Grayson calls out to Stiles. "Why do you keep resisting the foxes help and guidance? It only wants to help and yet you keep it locked away, why?" Almond brown eyes bore into a pair of whiskey browns waiting for and answer.

The human felt compelled to tell Grayson the truth but it just wouldn't come out. "I do– I can't."  Stiles gulps as he looks into Grayson intense gaze.

"And why not?" Grayson persisted pushing himself closer to the boy, to the point that their noses touched.

"Because the fo– Nogitsune is dangerous. It kills for fun and thrives off chaos." Stiles gave Grayson a leveled answer, well leveled-ish his voiced was still shaky due to the close proximity.

"Logical reasoning." The hybrid nodded. "But if you chose to embrace and control it. The fox becomes less terrifying." Grayson says while still having Stiles pressed against the wall and caged.

".....And how do I do that?" Stiles asked.

"By showing the fox who's boss, take it's weakness as your gain. Make it cower and fear you instead of the other way around." Grayson removed his arms from the wall giving Stiles back what little personal space he had left. "And of you can't–" leaning forward Grayson whispers in Stiles's ear. "–call me." He slips a piece of paper in the boys back pocket.

Grayson gives Stiles a little two finger salute before heading for the door. "Wait!" Stiles exclaims stoping the Mikaelson. "What about Scott? You can't just leave him–" Grayson snaps his fingers and Scott awakes gasping.

"Dude.... What the hell happened?" Scott asked rubbing his throbbing head. Stiles stood against the wall speechless, he wasn't sure himself what all just happened.

But one thing he knew for sure was that Grayson was fucking with his sexually.

–

Grayson was honestly gonna skip school and head home and wolf down his leftover steak from last night, but upon hearing about the lacrosse game tonight he stayed.

The hybrid walked across the dimly lit lacrosse field to take– "Grayson!" The man stopped at the mention of his name.

Stiles huffed as he caught up to the immortal. "Yeah?" Grayson turned around and lowered his gaze to meet the humans.

"Oh! I just wanted to give you a heads up that there's a hunter on the team planning to kill someone and seeing as you cost, a lot. I wanted to make sure you knew." Stiles rambled conserved for the hybrid, who could literally level Beacon Hills with a simple spell.

"I'll be fine, little fox." The hybrid patted Stilinski's head before going on his way to the bleachers to sit.

Stiles walked back onto field a little disoriented just from Grayson patting him on the head, but he shook it off and got his head back into the game.

"Hi." A cheerfully masculine voice came from Grayson's right making the hybrid turn. "Uh, are these seats taken?" The boy asked.

"No, not at all." Grayson answered letting the two teenagers take a seat beside him.

"Thanks. I'm Mason." The african american teen introduced himself to Grayson. "And this is my friend Olivia." He introduced the girl beside him, who was staring heavily at Grayson.

"Grayson." He nodded towards the two before focusing back on the game.

The game started with Scott and Bret in the center with their sticks on the ground, in the position to quickly scoop up the ball and run with it. The two captains seemed to be having a quiet conversation between each other.

A whistle sounded starting the game,  much Grayson's delight.