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Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts 2.0 (T05); RAVEN (2025); MC4A (Wi-Yr7)
Individual Challenges: Spark Plug; Binger; Cinematic; Alpha & Omega; Rainbow Connection; Old Shoes; Outer Limit; Delilah; Bucket Listing; Feather Head; Stacking Fool
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Assignment: Term 05 - Assignment 04
Subject [Task (Prompt)] : SEND [Task#4 (someone who struggles to stay on task)]
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Library [The Thief](Thief); Frenzy [SW#5](Boyish); Center [70 - Loops](Neon); Pokemon [932 - Nacli](Scarlet); Feb House [4 - Pope](Yellow);
RAVEN Challenges: A [68](Researching); Traits [66](Protective); Colors [82](Scarlet); Items [51](Laptop); Settings [47](Hotel/Inn)
Other MC4A Challenges: Chim [Morwin](Protection; "Shadow" - Livingston); Fire [Void]; Garden [Statuary (Satchel/Bag)]; Hang [Phrase#01](n/a);
Representation(s): Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski & Genim Stilinski (OC); Twins/Thieves AU; ABOverse; Alpha Genim & Omega Stiles
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Misshapen Pods
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: xT3 (Thimble); SN (Rail; Intercept); O3 (Oath); HoSE (Sanctuary); AD (Assumption); Wings (Bower); Share (Ameliorate; Dragoman); DP (Yearn)
Space Address (Prompt): WiB 4C (Birth/Rebirth); Vocab 1A (Assume)
Word Count: 1146 words

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Two Thieves
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Mieczysław crumbled up the wanted poster he had snagged from the bulletin board at the local police department. In a fit of pique, he tossed it into the motel room's waste basket. He was not going to say the line, no matter how accurate it would have been in this case. He was not that big of a Disney nerd. He wasn't. He left that kind of stuff to Genim.

"Did they have to use that picture?" Gem growled from his spot on the other bed. He slapped the back of his fingers against the wanted poster he was holding in the other hand. "We look like we're made of knees and ears. Surely there had to be something more recent they could have used."

"I don't think there is anything more recent," Mischief answered. He gave into the urge to plop backwards onto his bed. The ceiling had a suspicious neon yellow stain on it. Maybe they should rethink using anything related to water while staying here. It might not be safe. "I always take out the cameras before we hit a place. And you know the group home wasn't exactly keen on photographs."

"Yeah," Gem agreed with another growl at the memory, his eyes flashing scarlet. Mischief wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent of rage that his twin was filling the room with. Not that Mischief blamed him any for his protective anger.

Genim had presented as an alpha just a few weeks before their father had finally succeed at drinking himself into an early grave. It had only taken him the majority of six years following their mother's death to do so, probably because Mischief had been so determined to keep him alive and Gem would do anything for Mischief. Looking back, that was probably the most stereotypical clue that something was different that they could have gotten.

While there was an accurate test for secondary sex that could be done before presentation, no one had thought to order one for Mischief. It wasn't uncommon for one twin to present their secondary sex while the other hadn't yet, especially since fourteen was on the early side of normal age. The twins were the same primary sex, and they looked like duplicates of each other. Both their parents had been alphas which increased the likelihood of alpha offspring. When Genim had presented as an alpha, no one had entertained the thought that Mischief could present any other way. They had assumed that Mischief was going to be an alpha, too.

So after their father's death made them orphans, the twins had both been sent straight to a group home for teenage alphas in Redding and pretty much forgotten about by the system. No one wanted to adopt teen alphas. Statistically, teen alphas were at their worst, hormone driven and about three small steps from feral. No one would want to have two in the same household if they didn't have to. Add in Mischief's ADHD and anxiety, and no one was going to offer to even foster them let alone adopt them.

That hadn't made the group home any easier on either of them. They had both gotten more than their share of bullying, for everything under the sun and then some. Mieczysław had borne the brunt of it, as the only resident who hadn't presented. Ever protective, Genim had been dragged into far too many scuffles and fights. Fortunately, being the sons of a small-town sheriff and a self-defense instructor had taught them both few things. They had each other's backs just like they always had.

Then two years after his twin had, Mischief had started presenting.

At the first definitive trace of omega sweetness, the Stilinski twins had left the group home and the foster care system that would have separated them. There was no safe way to keep an omega in a home full of unrelated alphas, after all. And honestly, what rumors circulated about the omega group homes wasn't any better. The better homes were marketplaces for wealthy alphas looking for someone to add to their personal harems. The worst ones kept the flesh market aspect in-house, being little more than state-run brothels.

No, it was better for the two of them to take their chances on their own than let the system dictate their future. It wasn't easy for two sixteen-year-olds to survive on the streets. But again, the lessons that their parents had taught them (both deliberately and inadvertently) had proven useful. They had gotten themselves set up in a secure location by the time Mischief's first heat had hit. Getting suppressants after that had proven tricky, but nothing a little bit of identity fraud hadn't solved. Given how they were already breaking the law in order to survive, doing what was necessary for the medications barely even registered.

And for two years, none of it had been a problem. It hadn't been glamorous, but it had all worked out. But their last job had gone sideways when the owner of the store had been attempting to burn it down on the same night that the twins had broken in to rob the place. They had left in a hurry after spotting the setup but the owner must have seen them and reported them. To add salt to the wound, the man had gone ahead with the arson and blamed them.

Mischief had no clue how that had led to wanted posters carrying their real names in all of the Polish glory. Thankfully, it didn't seem like law enforcement had gotten a hold of the aliases they did their bulk of their work under. No one was looking for the Shadow Foxes, Mischief and Gem. Instead they were looking for Genim and Miecyzslaw Stilinski and doing so with their yearbook picture from when they were thirteen and their father had still been alive. They didn't even have the correct secondary sex for either of them, despite how Gem's presentation had been what had sent them to the alpha group home.

So deep without being too deep.

"And I've lost you," Gem muttered as Mischief rolled off of his bed to grab his laptop the go-bag from under it. Not that Mischief was paying much attention, already focused on what databases would have resulted in that particular combination of information but no more. That was okay. Gem knew better than anyone just how bad his twin's hyperfocus could get without any medication to regulate it. ADHD meds just weren't as easy to come by as reproductive ones. Gem set an alarm on his phone. He'd let Mischief go for three hours before he pulled him out for food and a bathroom break.

Genim glared at the copy of the wanted poster he had.

This picture was just all kinds of wrong.

It didn't even get his nose right.