Listen to it if you want? Lemme tell you tho, if you can’t surmise it from this playlist already, this fic is going to be a wild ride, I wrote up an outline the other day and wow. That twist, amirite? Anyway. If you feel like being awesome, I’d love to hear some predictions/speculations about the plot!
Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader- Requested, Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader, Philip Hamilton x Reader- (bit of a Romeo/Juliet plot), Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader- Collaboration with @hamilton-noodles, Beautiful Flames Part Two, Rafael Casal x Reader, Jordan Fisher x Reader- Requested.
Don’t worry, guys I’m not working on these all at the same time *sweats nervously*
Behind the scenes, Rafael McCall and Jordan
Parrish work their magic, and spin a cohesive, credible story to both the FBI
and the Beacon Hills’ Sheriff’s Department. Stiles thinks the FBI is the harder
sell. The Sheriff’s Department is in a mess since the news of Sheriff’s Haigh’s
arrest, and the news that he framed John Stilinski. The mayor calls in some
woman from out of state to run things in the meantime.
“They’re even auditing all the speeding tickets
we ever gave out,” Parrish tells everyone one night over pizza. “It’s gonna be
a while until things settle down.”
“Do you think anyone else was in on it?” Stiles
asks him, his mood darkening. “Apart from Haigh and Kate?”
Parrish is silent for a moment, and then he
shakes his head slightly. “I don’t know. I hope not, but I don’t know.”
Derek bumps Stiles gently with his shoulder, and
Stiles forces himself to relax.
“I think we’re almost done on our end,” Rafael
McCall says. “I’m heading back to Sacramento at the end of the week. Maybe I’ll
get lucky with a nice relaxing serial killer.”
“Rafa!” Melissa exclaims.
He raises his eyebrows and steals a piece of
pepperoni. “I’m just saying, I’d sleep a lot easier at night knowing it was
just the Sacramento Slasher out there, you know?”
By the afternoon, the McCalls’ house is full of
FBI agents, because apparently Gerard Argent was in the drug trade and Sheriff
Haigh was involved, and absolutely nothing happened that has anything to do
with werewolves. Rafael McCall suggests to his colleagues that Gerard at one
time was operating out of the old bunker in the Preserve, and that one of the
Hale kids must have seen something. And just like that the motive for the fire
is neatly explained away.
Stiles worries about the fact that the
investigation is going to turn up a distinct lack of drugs, but Chris seems to
think that a search of his father’s properties will uncover enough money and
weapons that the drug angle will be the only one that will play. Because the
alternative? The alternative is werewolves,
and nobody is going to go for that.
Stiles worries that Haigh and the surviving hunters won’t go
along with it, despite Derek’s threats.
“How can you be sure?” he asked Chris Argent on
the way back to the house from the woods, when Rafael McCall and Jordan Parrish
were making arrests and calling in outside backup from the scene.
“Because they’re going to prison anyway, and
they’ll want to do their time in general population, not the psych ward,” Chris
told him. His mouth quirked in the first smile Stiles thought he’d seen from
him, and it was bitter. “Because the reason we’ve been able to fight this war
in secret for centuries is that nobody would believe the truth anyway. And they
know they’re better off in prison that dealing with the fallout from breaking