I would genuinely love to see a Twilight x Teen Wolf crossover- like what would the relationships be like? How would these 2 universes that are so similar yet so different intertwine? I need to know.

Chapter 6

S2 Episode Six

SUMMARY:Y/N has to deal with the aftermath of losing control of her powers. The pack looks for and tries to save the Kanima on their own terms.

WORD COUNT:6868

TW: 18+ smut FINALLYYYYYY

“But you had it in control for a while!” Stiles turned back to you in the backseat as he followed closely behind Derek and the Kanima. “I read somewhere that the black mist that comes from your fists means you’re using black magic. And no one can really control it. But the green eyes mean-“

“Stiles!” Scott gasped as the Jeep slowly drifted off the road. “Road! Eyes on the road!”

“Sorry!” Stiles whipped the vehicle back into the lane. “Y/N, your eyes were glowing green! That means you were in control! That was normal magic!”

“But I was weaker! I can’t defend myself with just normal magic. I need black-“

“Oh my god. You’re kidding, right? You can’t possibly be justifying the use of black magic when you know that’s what makes you go crazy!” Scott turned around, looking back at you, only to see that you were being dead serious. “Okay, it’s official. You’re out of your fucking mind, Y/N! You need my blood. Give me your hand!”

“First off, I’m not giving you anything when you talk to me that way,” You scoffed. “Second of all, no! I’m weaker when we do that. And you need all the help you can get!”

“You actually think you’re helping me? In the unstable state that you’re in right now? The last thing I need is to be caught up in rescuing you when there are lives on the line!” Scott finally snapped.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t you get it? I had to leave Allison and Lydia to fend for themselves while Erica was trying to kill them because you were so out of control tonight!”

“Why are you always so quick to make me the bad guy, Scott? I was not out of control!”

“I SMELLED IT ON YOU, Y/N! You were about to kill everything in sight had I not stopped you!” He roared, making your lips part.

“Woah, dude, I think the last thing she needs is someone yelling at her right now,” Stiles stepped in. Scott sighed, realizing your eyes began to fill with tears at his tone.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,” He paused before going on. “Look, I just.. I can’t keep babysitting you when there are lives on the line. You’re better off weak and in control than allowing that dark magic to endanger the people you love.”

Your breath hitched. He was right. You felt it too, the desire to kill. The darkness in your mind fought to stay, even if it meant lying to yourself and the boys. The magic you used was no longer for self defense or even to defend those you loved. The darkness that possessed you wanted everyone and everything around you gone. You didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened had Scott not been there when he was.

Stiles looked into the rear view mirror to see you purse your lips. His heart sank when he saw the realization set in; in that moment, the old you finally shone through. With teary eyes, you fought against every part of you that told you to keep your hand to yourself and hesitantly held it out.

Scott gave you a look of guilt. You knew he hated the person he became around the dark you. He hated yelling at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the one that wanted- no, needed to kill. He hated seeing his best friend realize that she was no longer the protagonist in this story.

His claw sliced through your palm, making you wince, before his bloodied hand came in contact with your own. The familiar tingle fluttered against your skin before a burst of pain hit you both. You both groaned and hissed as the blood sizzled between your hands; this was far more painful than the previous time. You saw a flash of white in midst of the pain. You yelped, gripping onto his hand as the dark part of your mind tempted you to stop.

All this pain can go away if you just let go, it said. You will be stronger than any supernatural being if you let go. You will be able to defend those you love if you just let go.

Just as you thought you couldn’t handle much more, the pain dissipated almost as quickly as it came.

Your busy mind finally fell to silence. The buzzing and the constant chatter in your head fizzled away to nothing, and the darkness that weighed down your chest finally lifted. For a moment, you felt as if you could finally breathe again. Everything was okay again.

“How you feelin’?” Scott asked carefully, making you realize both set of eyes were on you.

“Better. God, a lot better actually,” You breathed as the Jeep whipped around another corner. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m all g-“

“FUCK!” Stiles shouted before the Jeep halted to a quick stop. You looked at the road in front of you to see a spike strip blocking the road. He stopped and looked over at Scott. “What do we do now?”

“Stay here!” Scott called as he ran out of the Jeep and towards the Kanima. You both watched as your best friend disappeared around a corner. The sounds of growls and hisses echoed through the concreted space you sat in. Stiles reached for his radio, turning on soft music to try and drown out the eery sounds of the fight going on just around the corner.

Within a few minutes, you felt your body begin to come down from the adrenaline that came with the pain. You were fatigued to the core. Every part of you felt as if it had been depleted of all energy. You never realized how much of a toll the magic had on your body until it left.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles muttered, not failing to notice the way your heavy eyelids drooped. You rested your cheek on your now healed palm, drowsily looking up at him.

“Physically or emotionally?” You yawned.

“Both.”

“Oh, well in that case, kinda shitty,” You responded, making him chuckle. “Physically, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired before. I feel like I just participated a triathlon or something.“

“Yeah, you look like it too,” He nodded, making your head shoot up slightly with a playful smile. “Hair and everything. You look rough.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t get me wrong, you still look unfathomably beautiful. But you look like a tornado sucked you up and spit you out,” He smiled. “Or like an earthquake-”

“I got it, Stiles,” You interrupted before you both chuckled. “Thank you for that.”

“And emotionally?”

“Not doing too great after that comment,” You joked, making him laugh before you cleared your throat. “No, but uh.. I felt a little numb when the magic was really beginning to control me. It almost felt good to let it take the wheel. It was easier than fighting it but now, I… God, I feel awful. I almost killed Jackson. And tonight, I was going to kill Isaac and Erica had Scott not stopped me.”

“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Stiles shook his head, taking your hand into his own. “That was just the black magic. It wasn’t you.”

“Wasn’t it though? It was mymind.Mythoughts.My desires. It might’ve rewired my thinking but it was still me.. Sti, I didn’t just want to kill, it was like I needed to. Had Scott not been there tonight, I might’ve…” You trailed off, finally looking back up at your boyfriend. You felt hot tears begin to pool again in your eyes before letting go of his hand and looking at your lap.

His lips parted. You didn’t have to finish your thought. He knew exactly what you meant; you might have to killed him too.

“But he was there and you didn’t. You had it under control for a moment!”

“Until I got scared,” You muttered. “I can’t control it when I’m mad either.”

“So it’s not a matter of controlling your powers, you made it pretty obvious that you’re fully capable of doing that. It’s a matter of controlling your emotions,” Stiles smiled. “Sounds like something we’ve done before.”

“You’re not gonna duck tape my hands and launch lacrosse balls into my chest, are you?” You groaned. Stiles threw his head back in laughter, opening his mouth to respond just before you saw the Kanima jump over the Jeep with Scott closely behind him, making you both scream.

Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked over at you.

“Was that..?”

“Yup, hop up here and help me follow them!” He waited for you to jump into the passenger’s seat before he reversed the Jeep and followed your best friend down various streets and alleys. You helped Stiles locate where the two were headed, yelling a series of “Left! He went left!” and “Right! No, no! Your other right!”.

Finally, you parked the Jeep as Scott ran into an alleyway. You both jogged up behind him, making him jump.

“Wait, wait! Sorry, sorry!” Stiles yelped before Scott had the chance to cause any harm. “Did you see where he went?”

“I lost him..”

“What? You couldn’t catch his scent?” You chimed in.

“I don’t think he has one,” Scott shook his head.

“All right, any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked.

“To kill someone.”

“Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now,” Stiles deadpanned, making Scott roll his eyes. You smiled. “What? Scott, come on. I’m 146 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!”

“Just help me find it!”

“Not ‘it’, Jackson,” You corrected.

“You’re right. I know, I know,” Scott breathed.

“But does he know know that?” Stiles asked. “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway,” You shook your head.

“Yeah, but that’s just the thing. How did he pass the test?” Stiles turned to you.

“He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom to see if it would paralyze him, and it did. He thinks that since a snake can’t be killed by its own venom, the same can be applied to this situation,” You explained.

“So it’s an either-or thing… When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles raised his brows.

“When it’s Jackson,” You muttered before looking up at him again and grinning. You were about to compliment his intelligence when the Kanima’s tail sticking out of a window upstairs. Your face fell as you backed up, trying to get a better view.

“What? What’d you see?” Stiles asked, looking up. “Oh shit. Dude!”

“Yeah, I see it too,” Scott breathed as it crawled in completely. “He’s inside.”

“What’s he gonna do in there?” Stiles questioned. You watched as Scott’s eyes wandered towards the entrance.

“I know who he’s after!” He gasped, you tried following his gaze but couldn’t see past the bouncer.

“What, how? How? Did you smell something?” Stiles asked. Your jaw dropped when you stepped aside to see Danny standing in line.

“Armani.”

“There’s a door over there!” You pointed, hesitating to follow behind them.

“You coming?” Scott asked.

“It’s a gay club. I feel like I’ll only draw attention to you guys if I go in with you,” You shook your head. “Maybe I should just wait in the Jeep.”

“What?No way! Not when the Kanima is nearby!” Stiles protested, stepping away from the door.

“You’re joking, right? You saw her tonight! She can take care of herself. Fuck, I’m even scared to mess with her!” Scott chuckled.

“She’s weaker now. And look at her, dude. She’s running on adrenaline right now but as soon as she settles down, she’ll fall asleep! I can’t let her go alone,” Stiles shook his head. “There’s no way she can fend for herself when she’s asleep.”

“What are you gonna do? Scare the Kanima with your sarcasm?” Scott deadpanned.

“For someone who doesn’t like sarcasm, you’re pretty damn good at it,” Stiles grumbled.

“Go! You’re wasting time! I’ll be fine. Scott will know if I’m in danger because of the bond. Give me the keys and go!” You laughed. Stiles paused before finally tossing you his keys.

“Be careful. Don’t fall asleep!” He pointed at you as he jogged in behind Scott.

You smiled and walked back to the Jeep. You decided to sprawl out in the back seats to rest. You genuinely tried to stay awake but the next thing you knew, you woke up to Stiles banging on the driver’s door. You scrambled to unlock the door before noticing a naked Jackson laying limply in Scott’s arms.

“Looks like you two had fun,” You smirked.

“Not as much fun as you’re about to have,” Scott smiled before all but tossing Jackson into your lap.

“Ew! I don’t want him!” Your face scrunched up, making the boys laugh. “Why is he naked?!”

“Long story. I’ll be back!” Scott called as he jogged off towards the arriving ambulances. Stiles climbed into the driver’s seat and looked back with a smirk.

“If you’re going to make some sly remark about the size of his dick, I don’t want to hear it,” You sighed, making his face fall.

“Never mind then,” He grumbled, turning around the face the front again. “He paralyzed a few guys but they’re all gonna be fine.”

“Did Scott do this?” You asked, looking at the bloody claw marks sliced through the peaceful boy in your lap.

“No. That was Derek.”

“Derek was here too?”

“Couldn’t get anything out of Danny,” Scott interrupted as he hopped back in the Jeep.

“Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad’s deputies sees me?” Stiles asked before starting the vehicle. As if on cue, the sheriff swerved into the parking lot, right in front of the Jeep. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?”

Jackson moaned loudly and snuggled into you, leaving you with a face of disgust.

“That was rhetorical!” Stiles snapped, looking back at him.

“Get rid of him,” Scott said.

“Get rid of him? We’re at a crime scene and he’s the sheriff!”

“Do something!” Scott shrugged. Your boyfriend grumbled something and flailed his arms before letting himself out of the car. “Y/N, get down. He won’t be able to play off the fact we’re at a gay club if his dad sees you.”

“Getdown?!” You looked down at Jackson, realizing you’d either have to stick your chest in his face or lower your own face near his crotch. “No way!”

“What’s going on?” Jackson mumbled.

“Jackson, shut the fuck up for a second, would you?” You snapped. “He’s waking up, asshole! I’m not getting all up in his business!”

Jackson moaned loudly again, lifting his head off of your legs. You rolled your eyes and shoved his head back down.

“Dude! Be careful, he’s hurt. Jackson, be quiet!” Scott whispered. “Y/N, would you rather have your boyfriend to be grounded for an eternity or suck it up and get down?!”

“What’s happening?” Jackson asked. You sighed before lowering yourself out of the Sheriff’s sight. Unfortunately, your chest was pressed against Jackson’s face. You cursed yourself for wearing a low cut top that day. “Whatever’s happening, I’m not mad about it.”

“Ew,” You gagged. You were about to sit up again when you felt Scott’s hand push you back down. “What the hell, Scott?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. They’re looking over,” He smiled and waved at the Stilinskis. Only moments after, Stiles hopped back in and reversed out of the crime scene. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was clear to back out when he saw the unfortunate position you were in.

“Scott made me do it,” You said.

“Dude, can we please just kill him?!” Stiles whined as the car sped through the streets of Beacon Hills. You sat back up.

“No! He’s just a kid!”

“Okay, then where are we gonna keep him?” You asked, looking down at him to see that he was fast asleep again. “Because he has a pack of werewolves and hunters after him.”

“I don’t know.”

“Uh, what about your house?” Stiles asked.

“My mom’s home tonight. And my dad’s still in town so my place isn’t an option,” You sighed.

“Scott?”

“Not with my mom there,” Scott shook his head.

“Jesus, where was this parental attendance when we were growing up?!“ Stiles huffed, referring to the amount of time the two of you spent at his house as kids while your parents were working.

“We need to keep him somewhere where can can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him!” Scott said. “Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.”

“No, I’m with Stiles on this one. I say we just kill him.”

“THANK YOU!”

“We’re not killing him!” Scott scolded.

“Let’s take a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should kill Jackson.”

Both you and your boyfriend’s hands shot up.

“You’re outnumbered. Take a left, it’ll take us to the forest so we can-“

“We aren’t taking a fucking vote, you idiots. We are not killing him!” Scott grabbed Stiles’ hand and put it down again.

“God! Okay!” He grumbled. “Okay, wait. I have an idea!”

“Does it involve breaking the law?” Scott questioned.

“Scott, it’s Stiles talking. Don’t you think that’s a given?” You rolled your eyes.

“I was just trying to be optimistic!”

“Don’t bother,” Stiles replied.

“But like.. just how illegal is it because I still want to get into Yale,” You muttered.

“Maybe you should this this one out then,” Stiles pursed his lips.

“Wh- no way! We’re in this together.”

———

“STILES! MCCALL! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Jackson roared from inside the prison transport van Stiles ‘borrowed’ from the Sheriff’s Station.

“Okay, maybe you were right. I probably should’ve sat this one out,” You nodded.

“Told ya,” Stiles scrunched his nose sympathetically. “Here’s the deal. I need you to go to school today, alright? We can’t all be absent or it’ll look weird.”

“Do I have to? My body is drained from the blood transfer thing we did last night,” You groaned.

“Yeah, unfortunately you do. But I’ll stay behind with Jackson then switch shifts with Allison and Scott after school so that you and I can get some sleep, sound good?” He asked, watching as you yawned and sleepily rubbed your face. He normally loved seeing you so sleepy; he could melt on the spot from how cute you looked when you did that. But he felt felt his heart drop a little, feeling as if he was asking too much of you. He pouted empathetically and caressed your cheek. “Aww, don’t do that. I know you’re tired, I’m sorry. But just try to get through the day, alright? I swear we’ll have the best nap of your life after school.”

You nodded and yawned again, sticking out your pinky. He chuckled and gladly took it in his own before kissing your hand.

“I have an extra energy drink in the Jeep. Take it with you,” He smiled before kissing your forehead and watching you leave. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” You called as you hopped into Scott’s car and drove off.

Stiles grabbed his backpack and climbed into the back of the van, checking to make sure Jackson was still in his human state before fully hopping in. “Alright, I bought you some food-“

“LET ME OUT NOW!” Jackson growled, making Stiles jump back. He slammed his backpack down before sitting up again.

“You know, my girlfriend and I put those pants on you, alright, buddy? One leg at a time!” Stiles snapped. “Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?”

“This is doing me a favor?”

“Yes! Y-You’re killing people!” Stiles deadpanned. “To death. Yeah! And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?”

———

The school day trudged by slowly. You fell asleep a few times in a few of your classes. You didn’t fully wake up until you saw Mrs. Argent walk into your class and introduce herself as your new substitute teacher. After school, Allison told you exactly what her grandfather told her; Jackson’s parents went to the police. They were looking for the van.

She gave you a ride to the spot in the woods where Stiles parked the van. You saw him holding Jackson’s phone and typing before you ran up to him.

“OH MY GOD!” He screamed before realizing it was you.

“They know,” You said.

“What?!”

“They know Jackson’s missing!”

“No, they can’t. I’ve been texting his parents since last night. They don’t have a clue!”

“Gerard told Al that his parents went to the police,” You shook your head. “They know.”

Stiles looked down at the phone in his hands and held it out before he gasped. He whimpered before handing you the phone and opening the van’s door. You followed him, hearing the dispatch radio order all available units to the woods.

“Al!” You jogged back over to her car. “Can you lead us to your secret spot?”

“Yeah, follow me!”

You ran over to and hopped into Stiles’ jeep before following close behind her. You looked in the rearview mirror to see Stiles was not far behind. You saw him on the phone and assumed he was updating Scott on your new location. You all drove for about five minutes before finally parking beside a cliff. Scott was already there waiting on you all.

You all hopped out and walked with him as he spoke.

“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny’s tablet,” Scott sighed as you all walked away from the van.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison jumped in.

“Then somebody else knows what he is,” You said.

“Which could mean someone’s protecting him!” Scott nodded.

“Like the bestiary says, the Kanima seeks a friend, right?” Allison agreed.

“I need to retranslate that paper to make sure, but yeah.”

“So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know?” Stiles furrowed his brow. “I mean who would do that?”

“Somebody who wanted to protect him?” Allison asked.

“There’s something else. The only thing Stiles found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?” You proposed.

“Well, no, it can’t be. It tried to kill all of us, remember?” Stiles’ tone softened when he spoke to you before he turned to the rest of the pack. “I don’t know about you guys but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.”

“Exactly! If it wanted to kill us, we’d all be dead by now. It didn’t kill Scott and Allison at Isaac’s, it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage!”

“Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool.”

“But it didn’t.”

“Itwould’ve. It was waiting for us to come out!”

“No, she’s right,” Scott interrupted. “What if it was trying to keep you in?”

“..Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Stiles paused.

“Because there’s something else going on! We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything about what’s going on with Jackson or why someone’s protecting him,” Scott put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Know thy enemy,” Allison muttered, gaining all of your attentions. “Just something my grandfather said.”

“All right. I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved!” Stiles shrugged.

“He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?” Scott spat.

“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek,” Stiles lowered his tone. “It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny!”

“Yeah but it doesn’t mean he’s not still worth saving!”

“It’s always something with him, though,” You agreed with your boyfriend.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” Scott argued.

“So what?” Stiles hissed.

“So, I didn’t either! And for that matter, Y/N still doesn’t know sometimes either!” Scott explained before turning to Al. “You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? Or, Y/N, the way you almost killed Isaac and Erica last night! We had someone to stop us. He has nobody!”

“That’s his own fault,” Stiles scoffed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Scott replied. “If we can save him, we should try… Y/N?”

The boys both looked at you before you sighed.

“I hate to admit it but Scott’s right,” You nodded before yawning. “We’re privileged enough to have a support system when we are at our worst. How does that make us more worthy of living?”

“Fuck, I hate it when you make sense,” Stiles grumbled. “Fine, we’ll try to save him. But I need to get this one home. She’s drained.”

“Okay, we’ll take the evening shift,” Scott nodded. “Meet up at 11:00?”

“Sure thing, buddy,” Stiles nodded before guiding you back to his Jeep. “Before I forget, you making driving my Jeep look so good.”

“Do I?” You laughed as he opened your door for you.

“Uh,ch’yeah!” He nodded before jogging over to his side. “Not gonna lie, you had me a little worried at first. I thought you didn’t know how to drive a stick.”

“I don’t,” You shrugged making his eyes snap over at you. “I kinda just remembered you talking about it and-“

“You used your magic to help you, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I definitely used my magic to help me. That was complete bullshit,” You nodded as he threw his head back in laughter. “I kind of have a better idea as to how to control it now though. When I used my magic last night. I won’t lie, though, it’s going to take a lot of practice to get it as strong as black magic.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” Stiles smiled over at you, picking up your hand hand placing a kiss on the back of it. “There’s not a doubt in my mind that you can master it. It’ll be hard but you got me and Scott in your corner.”

“You’re the best, you know that?” You grinned before yawning again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sleepyhead. Now let’s go take a nap, yeah?” He asked.

He drove you back to his house. You practically ran into his room, sighing with relief when you caught a glimpse of his bed. He chuckled when he saw you quickly take off your shoes and jump in. Within seconds of your head touching the pillow, you were out cold.

He took his sneakers and crawling in beside you. As he set an alarm for 10:00 PM, you rolled over and snuggled into him. He smiled down at you before setting his phone down and holding you until he drifted off as well.

———

Six hours past by before the alarm woke you both up. You sat up and stretched.

“What time is it?” You groaned as you stretched your arms above your head.

“10:00,” Stiles mumbled, turning off his alarm. You couldn’t help but smile at how sleepy his hazel eyes were, batting his dark eyelashes in an attempt to stay awake. “What are you looking at?” He chuckled.

“You,” You giggled. “You’re so handsome. Can you blame me?”

“Not really, no. I’d be drawn to my devilishly handsome face too,” He shrugged, making you laugh. He reached out for you, pulling you into his chest before playing mindlessly with your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“So much better,” You sighed.

“That’s good,” He mumbled into your hair. “I was really worried about you.”

“During school or because of last night?” You asked.

“Both. But mostly last night,” He responded as you readjusted to be able to to look into his eyes as he spoke. “The way your eyes went black. And the way you easily broke Isaac’s arm. Seeing that reminded me of the severity of using magic, you know? Then when we were in the car and you refused to give Scott your hand, I-.. I thought for a second that I might’ve lost you. I felt like a little kid watching my mom’s dementia take over her mind again.”

“Sti..” You furrowed your brows before placing a sweet kiss on his chest. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to scare you or hurt anyone. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, it’s okay! Don’t apologize. I know it wasn’t in your control. I’m just happy you’re back to normal now,” He smiled softly before you kissed his lips. As you pulled away, he gently pulled you back in for another kiss. “Mm, give me another one.”

You giggled against his lips as you both sweetly kissed. It was a moment of pure love and appreciation. You were both happy things were, for the most part, back to normal. After a couple of minutes, though, the kiss deepened into something of passion and desire.

He flipped you over on your back as your legs wrapped around his torso. He kissed your lips for a few more moments before slowing moving down your neck and then behind your ear. You let out as his soft lips pressed against that spot behind your ear that made you go crazy. He smiled as your hips slightly bucked up.

It was your turn to flip him over, straddling his hips before he sat up to continue the kiss. His hands entangled themselves in your hair, tugging slightly in the midst of the heated moment. Your hips began to slowly and firmly grind into his own, making him moan with anticipation.

“You’re making it really hard to get ready to go back to the woods,” He said between kisses.

“They can wait a little longer,” You whispered. “We never get the house to ourselves.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He pulled away, looking into your eyes as he caressed his cheek. “Because it’s totally okay if you don’t. You’ve had a rough-“

“Stiles, you have no idea how badly I want you to fuck me,” You said with a coy smile. A subtly blush rose to his cheeks as he shot you a lopsided grin. “Are you gonna make me beg for it?”

“Maybe,” He bit his lip as he looked at your own. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I think I know how to convince you,” You looked at him, a devious smile with the eyes of an angel. You were killing him. Your fingers traced the top of his jeans, teasing him with the fact that you wanted them off. “As long as you’re okay with it.”

“Oh my god. I’m so okay with this,” He stumbled on his words as your fingers made their way to unbutton his pants. You pushed him back on the pillow before slowly kissing down his chest, his stomach, and leaving a sloppy kiss on both of his hips.

You finally pulled his pants down and smiled at his length. You pressed a small kiss on the tip before licking a stripe from the base of his shaft to the top.

“Stop teasing me,” He whined, making you smile as you looked up at him. “Please, baby.”

You wrapped your lips around him before slowly making your way down. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth without gagging, so you used a hand at the base to help you out. He threw his head back as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. His hand wrapped itself in your hair as you strategically bobbed your head up and down.

The noises of pure bliss, the whimpers and shivers you sent through him; it all drove you crazy. You looked up at his as he moved your head at his desired pace, only to see his mouth agape and eyes fixated on you. He twitched in your mouth before you felt him pull you back up, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Your turn,” He smirked, laying you down and kissing you. He slowly discarded your clothes as he kissed down your body. He left wet kissing down your neck, lingering at your collarbones and on your chest before toying the the bottom of your shirt. You took it off alone with your bra, leaving him gawking at the beauty before him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” He whispered before he took your breasts into his hands and kissing them. His mouth found its way to your right nipple as he squeezed the other in between his fingers. You moaned as you placed your hand behind his head. His swollen lips trailed down your chest and stomach before he pulled at your legs, positioning closer you to the edge of the bed where he stood.

Stiles unbuttoned your pants as he kissed your stomach, wiggling them down eagerly before carelessly tossing them on the floor beneath him. He slowly parted your legs before crouching before you.

He kissed the waistline of your panties before moving down further, kissing just above the wet spot. It was his turn to tease you. He looked up through his lashes as you groaned, “Stiles, please.”

“I thought you didn’t beg,” He smirked.

“You proved me wrong,” You breathed as he pressed another kiss on your covered clit. “Please, baby.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” He chuckled before leaning down. His tongue dragged up and down your slit, only sucking on your clit for a moment before slipping back down again. He enjoyed hearing the frustrated noises that came out of you.

“You’re being such an asshole,” You whined.

“Hm?” He smiled. “A what?”

“An-oh my god,” You moaned as he finally gave you what you wanted. His tongue flickered against your clit while he sucked slightly.

“God, you’re so wet,” He mumbled, pulling away as he rubbed his fingered up and down your slit again before inserting a finger and connecting his lips to your clit once more. He had you gripping the sheets, moaning out a euphony of words, including his name. He felt your walls clench around his fingers but kept the same pace. In a matter of seconds, your back arched as you all but screamed his name. He pulled away, watching you lay in bliss, heaving and sweating. He did that to you. “Christ, you look so fucking hot when you cum.”

“Wanna see how hot I look when you’re inside of me?” You breathed with a smile. He nodded frantically before you both readjusted on the bed. His lips crashed back down on your own and your hand trailed over to his nightstand. “I can’t find the condom.”

“Here, let me,” He pulled away and grabbed the condom package, pausing before he opened it. “And you’re still sure you wanna do this?”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” You smiled and took the package out of his hand, ripping it with your teeth and handing him the condom. “Are you?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” He said, making you giggle. He rolled on the condom before kissing you again. He teased your with his tip, rubbing it up to your clit and back down. “I’ll go slow.”

He gently but firmly pressed himself against your entrance. You let out a small gasp at the new sensation as his tip slowly made its way into you.

“You okay?” He paused.

“Mhm,” You smiled, pulling at his hips a little. He began sliding into you again, watching as your jaw dropped and your brows furrowed. He would’ve stopped had it not been for you pulling his hips into you. “Let me feel all of you.”

He finally pushed in all of the way, keeping still as your tight pussy clenched around him, trying to get used to the sensation. He thrusted lightly for a few more moments before you relaxed into him and began moaning with pleasure.

“Faster,” You breathed, making his brows shoot up. He was impressed by how well you were taking it. He sped up the pace, barely able to hold back his cum. Your pussy was tight and wet; it was nothing like he’d ever felt before. If he wasn’t completely obsessed with you before, the way your moved and moaned below him, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you whimpered his name along with all of the other filthy words that fell out of your mouth, he was utterly enamored by you now.

“I’m close,” He groaned as he continued at your desired pace.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whispered in his ear. That was enough to push him over the edge, he pulled out and finished the rest of the orgasm off with his hand before plopping down next to you, breathing hard with a smile on his face.

“How do you feel?” He looked over at you to see your smile mirrored that of his own.

“Like we should’ve done this a long time ago,” You replied, making him laugh.

“No kidding. I could definitely get used to this,” He agreed as you giggled. You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his sweaty torso.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, kissing his neck. He’d never experienced you in this state; your hand mindlessly roamed around his chest as your lips continuously pressed to his collarbone and neck. He almost preferred seeing this side of you over the sex itself.

“Me? Oh, I’m awesome!” He grinned, looking over at you as you giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You smiled before looking at the clock. “Uh.. What time were we supposed to meet up with Scott?”

“11:00, why? What time is it?” Stiles looked over to see the clock read 12:43 AM. “Oh shit! Are you okay to like get dressed?”

“Stiles, we just had sex. I didn’t get shot,” You deadpanned.

“Well, I don’t know how this works! Scott told me girls bleed when they have sex. And it’s gotta hurt, right? I mean, it’s such a small hole that gets stretched out and- please interrupt me! I’m ranting!” He flailed his arms, making you laugh.

“Honestly, I thought it would hurt more but it was just a lot of pressure at first. Then it felt good,” You smiled. “Really good.”

“Wait, really?!” He stopped.

“Mhm,” You nodded standing up and walking over to his closet. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your figure as you searched for a t-shirt. “And I didn’t bleed either! I thought that would happen too!”

“Probably wouldn’t be the worst thing to put a cautionary pad on though, right?” He asked. “I have some under the sink for you if you need them.”

You put on his Beatles shirt before bending down to grab your athletic spandex and a pair of underwear from your backpack that you didn’t use earlier that day and throwing those on underneath. “That’s not a bad idea actually. I’ll be right back.”

After you finished up in the bathroom, you both hopped into the Jeep before heading back to Allison and Scott’s spot. You placed your hand on the back of Stiles’ neck, rubbing it with your thumb as he hummed along to an old cassette. As he pulled up, you realized that the van’s back door was wide open.

“Fuck,” You whispered before hopping out of the car and running up to the van, only to see that it was completely empty. “Jackson’s gone!”

“What the hell? Where’s Scott?” Stiles asked before he caught glimpse of Allison’s car. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

He marched over and peaked in the back window. You ran up behind him to see Allison cuddled up with Scott, both naked and covered only by a thin blanket. You banged on the window, causing them to snap awake.

“You guys might wanna come take a look at this!” Stiles spoke. You both turned around to give the two a moment of privacy to change. Once they were dressed, you all jogged over to the van to see the empty makeshift holding cell.

“I have to tell my father,” Allison blinked. Scott walked away from the three of you in thought.

“I think she’s right, Scott. He’s going to kill someone,” You bit your lip.

“Okay, tell him,” He nodded. “Tell him everything.”

“Scott, I gotta tell mine, too,” Stiles spoke up.

“This is all my fault,” Scott muttered.

“It’s not,” Allison shook her head, speaking in a soft tone. “But we have to tell them. We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.”

“You’re right.”

“How’re you gonna make your dad believe all this?” You asked your boyfriend.

“I don’t know,” Stiles sighed. Scott turned around, shining his golden eyes at the three of you.

“He’ll believe me,” He said.

The pack decided to split up, the boys going to the Sheriff’s station and you riding home with Allison. She left the bestiary at home and needed you to translate it properly now that you were basically fluent in Latin.

“Here’s the paper, you think you can get anything new out of it?” She asked, handing you the Kanima’s page she printed from the bestiary. You sat down, looking at the paper and translating it again, fixing all of the errors you initially made.

“Are you sure? I thought that meant ‘friend’. ‘The Kanima seeks a friend’.”

“I was wrong,” You shook your head before looking up. “It means ‘master’.”

“The Kanima seeks a master..” Allison muttered. “Someone’s not protecting him.”

“Someone’s controlling him,” You finished as you both gave each other looks of horror.

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Chapter 5

S2 Episode Five

SUMMARY: The pack get word that Derek is trying to kill Lydia, and make it their mission to protect her.

WORD COUNT: 6224

“Hey,” The all-too-familiar voice purred as you opened your locker. You rolled your eyes, not needing to look towards it to know who it was.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running from the law or something?” You answered.

“Who says I’m not just teasing the law now by coming to school?” Isaac smiled, leaning on the locker next to yours to get a better view of you. You cursed the empty hallways, wishing you wouldn’t have shown up so early that morning.

“I doubt your pack daddy would approve of that,” You chuckled, looking over to see the smug look on his face falter. “Or did he let you off of your leash for the day?”

“Ouch,” He held his chest sarcastically before smiling. “What happened to you? You used to be such a sweetheart.”

“That was before you gave me a reason not to be. Did you need something or are you just trying to get on my nerves?” You scoffed, closing your locker to look into his playful gaze. “Again.”

“A little of both,” He smirked. “But my pack daddy wouldn’t approve of what I’m about to tell you so I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Suit yourself,” Isaac shrugged, looking over your shoulder. “Scott’s looking for you anyway. I’m sure you’d so much rather hear another one of his pathetic apologies instead of Derek’s plan to kill someone today.”

You looked behind you to see the boys walk around the corner in deep conversation. Stiles waved his hands around as he passionately explained something and Scott listened intently. Luckily, they were so submerged in the conversation that you went unnoticed in the midst of small crowds of students. However, you weren’t quite ready to face your best friend.

You placed your hands on Isaac’s chest and quickly pushed him into the nearby empty classroom. His brows shot up in surprise as he stumbled back, catching himself on a desk.

“You have two minutes, asshole,” You frowned, looking down at your wristwatch. “What do you mean Derek is going to kill someone today?”

“I only need one,” He grinned. “He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom last night to see if it would paralyze him and it did. So it can’t be him. He think it might be Lydia.”

“What the fuck?!” You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Wait, why are you telling me this? Why should I believe you?”

“Maybe I’m telling you because I wanted a moment alone with you,” His lips curved into a coy smile, making you frown. “And you should believe me because we have a bond.”

“Ew, would you stop saying that? We do not have a fucking bond!” You snapped.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t lie to you,” He sincerely admitted. “I don’t even think I could if I tried.”

“Yeah, okay,” You brushed off sarcastically. You hated that he was getting in your head. You wholeheartedly believed it was a scheme but he was becoming a little too convincing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “What makes Derek think Lydia is the Kanima?”

“Peter gave her the bite. There are only two things that happen when someone gets bitten, turn or die. She did neither and now we have a Kanima on our hands.”

“What if she’s somehow immune to the bite? How do you know she won’t be immune to the venom too?”

“He said it’s not possible to be immune to the bite. It’s never been done before,” He shook his head, leaning on the desk behind him.

“Oh, so it must be true if Derek said it,” You scoffed. “Your blind devotion will lead to your downfall.“

“I could say the same to you,” He shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, not quite ready to defend the boy he spoke of. “If you wouldn’t have listened to Scott, this would all be over by now. We’re just finishing the job that you couldn’t follow through on the other night.. You can’t save everyone, Y/N.“

“Don’t talk to me about the other night. That’s between my pack and me. I don’t care to hear your opinions or commentary,” You hissed, feeling a dark cloud of anger begin to sneak it’s way back into your subconscious. You took a breath when you saw his face fall, attempting to take your emotions and thoughts back under your control. “Look, there’s a better way of going about this. I don’t want to kill an innocent teenager if we aren’t one hundred percent sure that she really is the Kanima. Forgive me for trying to spare the life of my best friend.”

“You were so eager to kill an innocent teenager the other night. What happened?” He smirked. You clenched your jaw, feeling the storm of emotions quickly brewing in your chest. “Suddenly your morals shift because your afraid of losing someone you love?”

You fell to silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts, clenching your fists in an attempt to prevent any black mist from forming. “You’re playing with fire, Isaac. Don’t taunt me-.”

“For telling the truth?” He scoffed. “You were fully ready to kill someone’s kid, sibling or friend by the pool. But now that it might be yours, you hesitate?”

With that comment, you felt something snap within you; you were no longer in control of your emotions- your magic. You felt your eyes darken, similar to the way they did the other night. Your fists felt hot as they began to emit the black mist that often decorated them now. His boyish grin faded as you stepped toward him, making him almost trip on the desk he leaned on as he tried to step away.

He attempted to stand up before you held your hand out, making him sit back on the desk as you leaned in close, sensing and feeding off of his fear.

“You forget who you’re talking to, Lahey,” You smiled as your fingers brushed his neck. “Do you realize how easy it would be for me to cut off the circulation to your head? All I have to do is think about the veins and arteries in your neck, and they’ll pop.”

“Let me go-“

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m talking,” You cooed, pressing your finger against his lips and sealing them shut with the help of the black mist. You chuckled dryly. “I think we both know that if you really wanted to help me, you wouldn’t be sitting here mocking and judging me. No, I’m not too convinced you were trying to help me at all. I think Derek sent you to talk to me.”

“Mmm! Mmm!” He mumbled.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear, Isaac,” Your smiled quickly dropped before your tone darkened. “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will not hesitate to kill you and your pack. Slowly and painfully. Got it?“

He nodded spitefully before you smiled again, waving your hand to unseal his lips.

“What happened to your pack’s moral code?” He spat, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“You chose the wrong pack member for that,” You responded before nonchalantly stepping back as if nothing happened. The cloud of black that once covered your hands evaporated as you reached for the door. “Thanks for the heads up though. I gotta get to class.”

“Are you just gonna leave me sitting here?!” Isaac cried as you reached for the door. “I can’t move!”

“Oh, I actually don’t know how to undo that. Don’t worry though, it should wear off soon,” You smiled before leaving the room. You readjusted your backpack as you walked down the now heavily populated hallways of Beacon Hills, looking for your boyfriend. You felt a smirk form on your face, remembering the look of utter fear on Isaac’s face when he couldn’t speak.

You loved the feeling that was left in your body. The power you felt when you hovered above him, the way your magic pumped through your veins like a drug, the chaos you created in his mind; it was addicting.

“Hey! You’ll never guess what my dad told me this morning!” Stiles smiled before looking into your eyes. “Did you cry? Your eyes are bloodshot. Oh my god, are you high?”

“What? No! My allergies are just acting up,” You played it off. “What’s your dad tell you? Wait, is it about Isaac coming back?”

“What the hell? Yeah, actually. How’d you know that?” He tilted his head. Something was off about you this morning, he sensed it but decided against asking about it again.

“He pulled me into a classroom and told me. He also told me that Derek’s going to make Lydia eat the Kanima’s venom to see if she has a reaction to it,” You lowered your voice. “They’re gonna kill her if she doesn’t.”

“Wait, what? They’re gonna kill her? But she didn’t even have a reaction to the bite. What if she’s immune to the supernatural?”

“That’s what I said. But apparently Derek’s convinced that it’s not possible,” You shook your head. “We need a plan.”

“Follow up question: since when are you and Isaac friends?” He questioned.

“We’re not. He just won’t leave me alone,” You huffed. “He thinks I cast some sort of bonding spell when I stopped him from killing you at the Sheriff’s Department a while back.”

“On the night of the full moon. Yeah, I remember that,” He nodded, grabbing his backpack from his locker. “What do you think?”

“I think that theory has Derek written all over it,” You rolled your eyes as you both began walking to class. You felt odd not telling him about the magic you used only minutes prior, but you knew now wasn’t the time to bring up another issue. You needed to focus on Lydia.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the euphoria that came with the magic pumping through your veins and the confidence it brought with it. Or the fact that the sensation went away when you healed yourself with Scott’s blood, leaving you with a light and clear, yet uncomfortably empty mind. It was not your black-misted subconscious clouding your judgement because this was solely for Lydia’s well-being. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I don’t know. I’d be on my knees if you looked at me the way you looked at him,” Stiles smirked.

“I’ve had you on your knees for less,” You smiled, making his lips part as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks at your reference to the previous night’s events. You two have been getting hot and heavy for the past few days, not quite going all the way due to parental interruptions but going far enough to almost make due. It was not only your comment that caught him off guard, it was the confidence you said it with too. That alone almost drop to his knees on the spot

“Anyways. Could you catch Scott up on Lydia’s situation? We need to take turns staying by her side today. I got her covered up til Math. Then it’s up to you guys until Chem,” You continued casually before giggling at his flustered appearance. “You feeling okay, baby? You look a little flushed.”

“You fucking asshole. I gotta get to class,” He chuckled as the first bell rang, looking down at your smug look. Before walking off, he leaned down next to your ear and mumbled, “For the record, though, I plan on having you begging you on your knees tonight.”

“I don’t beg,” You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” He smiled before kissing your cheek and turned on his heels to walk away, leaving you with the same pink tint on your own cheeks. You let out a small laugh before turning to head the class.

“Why are you so giddy?” Lydia grinned as you took your usual spot beside her.

“No reason,” You responded, making her laugh.

You spent the rest of the day by her side, switching off with Allison or the boys when you didn’t have a shared class. The first three hours dragged along slowly. You kept catching Erica and Isaac’s dirty glares and hushed voices. The anticipation was killing you. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder constantly and keeping Lydia nearby at all times. You even followed her to the bathroom in second hour. You finally let out a breath of relief when you switched shifts with the boys.

After a quick stop to your locker, you made your way down the corridors of the school to your next class. You were lost in thought when you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you aside. You quickly whipped around to see your best friend staring back at you.

“Scott, what the fuck?” You gasped. “Jesus you scared the shit out of me. Who’s on Lydia duty?”

“She’s with Allison. Can we talk about the other night?” He sighed. “I hate fighting with you.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You frowned.

“Well, I do,” Scott began, not letting go of your arm in fear of you walking away. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for reacting the way I did at the pool. I know there were a million better ways of having a discussion about our different views and opinions. I blew it way out of proportion. I‘m just.. I don’t know. I’m just scared of the possibility of your magic making you crazy, you know? So I assumed you weren’t in the right headspace but I get now that you were. I’m sorry for doubting you. And for yelling at you. I still don’t necessarily agree with what you did but I really am sorry for being such a dick.”

“You really were a dick, huh?” You smiled, making him laugh.

“So we good?” He grinned. You nodded before he pulled you into a hug. “You promise to tell me if you feel like you’re going crazy?”

“Mhm,” You smiled. It wasn’t a lie; you weren’t going crazy yet. You were just riding the magic high for a little longer.

“Okay,” He chuckled. “I’m gonna go to class. Meet us afterwards?”

———

“Someone help me?” You read off of Stiles’ phone. “What the hell?”

“Maybe she knows!” Scott offered, earning a glare from his best friends. “What?”

“Leave this to the big boys, alright?” Stiles patted his shoulder before turning to you. Allison smiled sympathetically at her boyfriend, holding his hand. “What do you think?”

“Honestly? I don’t think this has any correlation to Derek. You remember how she screamed at the ice rink? It might just be a case of PTSD,” You said, looking down at the screen again. “A really weird one.”

“So what’s the plan for chemistry? I heard we’re doing something weird today. I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep an eye on her the whole time,” Allison spoke up. The four of you looked into the classroom to see Lydia mindlessly doodling in her notebook. You moved aside as the last student from the previous class walked past you before you got an idea.

“Hey, your name’s Nicole, right?” You smiled at the girl, earning a friendly lab. “What are we doing in Chem today?”

“Some lab where we turn goo into crystals. We switched partners a few times,” She answered kindly.

“How many times?” Allison asked.

“Like four.”

“Okay, thanks!” You smiled before turning back to the pack. “Four. That’s perfect! We just have to take turns as her partner!”

“Will do.”

“Sounds good.”

“Shoot.. Guys, we have company,” Allison said as you all walked in. You all rushed to take the seat next to Lydia, earning an odd glare from her and the rest of class.

“I mean I know I’m popular but this is new,” She blinked. You all chuckled before Mr Harris spoke up. He began with his usual insult before explaining the lab.

“You’re going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let’s see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in this group’s case,” He said, looking over at the four of you hovering above Lydia. “Less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You’ll start with-“

He paused when the hands of virtually every teen boy’s hands flew up.

“I didn’t ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal hands down. You’ll start with Mr. McCall,” Mr Harris said before looking over at the four of you again, assigning you all to your stations. Allison was up first with Lydia followed by you then Scott.

Towards the end of class, Stiles switched seats with the girl next to you to have the chance to be your partner for the last rotation.

“Hi,” He greeted.

“Hi,” You smiled. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

“No, I won’t!”

“Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris called as if on cue, drawing all eyes on your boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be at Station Two.”

“But-“

“I don’t want to hear an excuse. You’re lucky I decided against giving you detention. Go!”

“Fine..” Stiles grumbled, gathering his stuff and plopping down at Station Two. He looked over at his partner to see Isaac staring back at him with a smirk. “Great. Of course he’d put me with the killer werewolf.”

“I haven’t killed anyone yet,” Isaac smiled before looking at Lydia who was leaning forward, talking to you. Stiles followed his gaze before frowning.

“If you keep trying to make a move on my girlfriend or lay a hand on her best friend, I’m gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present,” Stiles threatened as he continued the experiment next to Isaac.

“Oh?” Isaac chuckled. “I’ll stop trying to make a move when I stop smelling her attraction towards me..”

“Spare me the fake details,” Stiles muttered, mixing the concoction in front of him. “I mean.. if you genuinely believe there’s some sort of special bond between you two, be my guest. She’s not into you, my guy. Just know I’m not too worried about it.”

“I would be,” Isaac chuckled, catching Stiles’ attention. “Don’t get me wrong, she likes you. Loves you even. But there’s a science behind attraction. Pheromones. And I can smell them. She digs me, bro. On a biological level.”

“I’m actually surprised you know such a big word,” Stiles said condescendingly. “Can you even spell the word pheromone?”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“The fact that you’re asking me for clarification,” Stiles began, looking straight into Isaac’s eyes. “Answers your question.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Cry me a river,” Stiles scoffed.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll fuck your girlfriend instead,” Isaac smiled as he looked back at you, gaining Stiles’ wide-eyed death glare. Isaac shrugged. “I’ve never been very good at crying.”

“Alright, class! Move to your last station!”

“I thought we were only moving four times,” Scott asked Harris.

“Mr. McCall, I’d be more concerned with the state of your crystal than the amount of stations I’m making you move to,” He replied. You all looked at one another before seeing Isaac slip into the seat next to Lydia. There wasn’t much you could do but finish your projects and keep an eye on her from a distance.

You finished your project with another student, proudly lifting up a crystal. You looked to your left only to be greeted by Stiles holding up something that looked like cement in his beaker.

“Now for the part of that last experiment I’m sure you’ll all enjoy,” Mr. Harris smiled. “You can eat it.”

Stiles shot you a look of disgust, making you giggle.

“Go ahead,” You smiled from the desk beside him. “Eat it.”

He scrunched his nose. “Hell no! This looks like the cafeteria’s mashed potatoes.”

“Here, you can eat mine,” You held up your crystal and held it out for him to take a bite. He smiled and took a bite, only for the rest of it to crumble into pieces.

“Oh, man,” He mumbled. “I was gonna give the other half to you.”

“LYDIA!” Scott jumped up, making everyone gasp from his volume. Your eyes quickly shifted to Lydia who sat in her seat in shock, waiting for Scott to say something.

“What?” She asked.

“Uh..” Scot hesitated before realizing he couldn’t do anything about the crystal that was covered in venom. “Nothing.”

The class fell to silence, all watching him as he stood awkwardly behind her before he took his seat again.

She took a bite into the crystal. You waited for her to have a reaction but it never came. The bell rang a few minutes later and she practically skipped out of the classroom.

“Follow me,” Stiles took your hand and led you all to Coach’s empty office for a quick talk.

“Derek’s outside waiting for Lydia,” Scott explained.

“Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked.

“If he thinks she’s the Kanima, then yes,” He nodded. “Especially after what happened at the pool.”

“It’s not her,” Stiles argued.

“Stiles, she didn’t pass the test, man. Nothing happened,” Scott said softly.

“No, it can’t be her,” You agreed. “I feel like I should have some sort of gut feeling, you know?”

“It doesn’t matter because Derek thinks it’s her,” Allison intervened. “So either we can convince him that he’s wrong, or we’ve gotta figure out a way to protect her.”

“I doubt he’ll try anything here,” You chimed in.

“True. Not at school anyways,” Scott nodded.

“What about after school?” Allison questioned. You and Scott fell silent again. “Well what if we can prove Derek’s wrong?”

“By 3:00?” Stiles scoffed.

“Yeah, there could be something in the bestiary!”

“Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?” Stiles deadpanned. “Good luck with that.”

“Actually I think I might be able to translate it,” You said, gaining everyone’s eyes. “What? You told me to learn Latin so I’ve been learning Latin. I can’t translate it perfectly but I can try.”

“That’ll do. Uh, I can talk to Derek,” Scott suggested. “Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it’s not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”

“What does that mean?” Al asked.

“It means you can’t heal like I do,” He admitted.

She reached into her bag and grabbed a crossbow. “I can protect myself.”

“Same here,” You smiled. Stiles gave you a look. “What?”

“You still can’t control it, Y/N. It’s probably better if you don’t use magic today,” He spoke softly. “Let’s just keep you out of the crossfire, yeah?”

“Come on! I can be of use today,” You pouted.

“Same,” Allison nodded.

“No, he’s right. I don’t want you guys getting hurt,” Scott nodded before turning to his girlfriend.

“Fine,” You sighed, leaning next to Stiles. You looked over at him and saw him messing with Allison’s crossbow as Scott spoke to her. You zoned out slightly as you watched Stiles pretend to aim and shoot it at Scott.

“Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don’t care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I’ll hear you and I’ll find you as fast as I can,” He grabbed her face, looking deeply into her eyes.

You heard a snort come from your boyfriend. You looked up at Stiles to see that he was laughing at the theatrics of the couple in front of you.

“Stop that,” You whispered to your boyfriend, trying to hold back a laugh as the couple continued on with their conversation. “Let them have their moment.”

“I can’t help it. They’re so dramatic,” He whispered back, catching Scott’s attention.

“Can you guys fuck off?” He huffed.You no liner could hold back a chuckle. Stiles grinned before taking your face into his hands. “Can you blame me for being nervous-“

“Call, text, scream, yell, whatever!” He exclaimed with exaggerated passion.

“You promise you’ll hear me and find me as fast as you can?!” You grabbed at your chest before he kissed you dramatically.

“You two really couldn’t be more perfect for each other if you tried,” Allison rolled her eyes.

“Quick, let’s see who can get their tongue furthest down the other one’s throat!” Stiles pulled away briefly only to lean back in with his tongue sticking out.

“Ew,” You laughed, pushing him away and making him giggle. “Sorry, Scotty. I promise we’ll be careful. If worst comes to worst, I got their backs.“

“Thanks, Y/N,” He smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Be careful, asshole.”

“You too,” You muttered before letting go.

He nodded before turning around and walking back into the hallway. The three of you waited for a moment before Stiles went to go find Lydia. You followed Allison to the library so that you could connect the flash drive to a computer. You took the seat next to hers as she pulled up the page that spoke of the Kanima.

“God, this might be a little out of my reach,” You breathed as you attempted to read the words.

“It’s okay, just try.”

“Okay, uh,” You cleared your throat before continuing. “Kanima. Like the wolf, it’s power is greatest at the moon’s peak… Hold on, what does this mean..?”

“You speak French and take Spanish, fill in the blank,” Allison sighed. You have her a look, annoyed with her pushy tone. “Uh, sorry. I meant to say please.”

“Alright, it says that like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks… a friend?” You finished. “What does that mean?”

“Maybe it’s lonely?” Allison asked before a look of realization dawned upon her. “Oh my god. Like a teenager.”

You gathered Lydia and Jackson as soon as the bell rang and drove them to Scott’s house. As soon as you all got into the foyer, Stiles turned around and locked every single lock on the front door before turning around to see Lydia’s confused and unamused look

“Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood,” Stiles pursed his lips.

You grabbed a nearby chair and placed it under the door handle, shifting their attention to you.

“And a murder,” You added.

“Yeah, it was bad,” Stiles agreed, trying not to smile. Lydia furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something before Jackson beat her to it.

“Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute,” He said before leading her to Scott’s room.

“Nice job, you two,” Allison chuckled. “That was almost convincing!”

“Almost?” You and Stiles questioned.

“Well, I for one think we were pretty damn good,” He smiled, giving you a high five.

The three of you continued to chat for the next hour, choosing to ignore the argument that was taking place upstairs. You made sure to lock every door and window around the house. You opted to stay at the entrance of the house because it allowed you to have a better view of the street.

“The sun’s going down,” You mumbled, gaining the attention of the two teenagers. “They should be coming soon.”

“They’re here,” Allison whispered, peeking out of the window. Stiles’ eyes widened before he scrambled to the nearest window, taking a look for himself. “We need to call Scott.”

“Here,” Stiles dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Allison. She told Scott it was time for him to come home before hanging up and handing it back to Stiles. You all sat around for another ten minutes, waiting in anticipation for them to attack but nothing happened. “What are you doing?”

You looked over at Allison to see her messing on her phone. She looked up with teary eyes.

“I think… I think I have to call my dad,” Her voice was shaky.

“No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott-“ Stiles protested.

“I know,” She interrupted, making the room fall to silence. “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, okay? They’re here to kill Lydia.”

You all stopped and glanced back at the pack of werewolves that slowly paced around in the front yard. You looked over at Allison, seeing her antsy hands debate on calling her father.

“I got an idea,” Stiles said, looking at Allison. “Just shoot one of them.”

“Are you serious?” She breathed.

“We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let’s do it,” Stiles spoke as if he didn’t know who he was convincing; the two of you or himself. “Or at least give it a shot, right?”

“Okay,” Allison said.

“What about me?” You asked.

“Hold off for a second. They don’t think we’re going to fight. So if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off,” He shrugged. “So just shoot one of them.”

Allison slowly moved the curtain and looked out again. “Which one?”

“Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head,” Stiles said.

“If Scott can catch an arrow, Derek definitely can,” Allison shook her head.

“Okay, then shoot Isaac,” Stiles muttered, recalling their earlier conversation. “Again, preferably in the head.”

“Isaac’s not out there.”

“What do you mean? I just saw him,” You protested, peeking out to see only the other three standing together. You felt your stomach drop before seeing Allison aim. You looked over at her right as a hand reached out for her and knocked her to the ground. “What the-“

You felt someone flip you over their shoulder, and next thing you knew, you were lying on the floor gasping for the air that got knocked out of you.

“Hey!” Stiles shouted before Isaac sent him flying backwards into the wall. He groaned as he hit the floor. He looked up to see Isaac was making his way back to you. “Now, Y/N! Use your magic now!”

You smiled. The energy you’d been pushing down since that morning all rushed into you within milliseconds. It was a different sensation than before; your hands no longer misted and your chest didn’t feel as heavy. This was less overwhelming and less powerful but easier to control. It wasn’t coming from a place of emotions, you’d consciously summoned the magic.

“Y-your eyes are glowing green!” Stiles called, worried it was a bad sign.

“You sure want a round two, Lahey?” You smirked, hopping back onto your feet. “You weren’t much of a match this morning. What changed?”

“I’m actually trying to hurt you now,” He smiled before lunging at you. You held out your hand, focusing on and sent him flying back.

“This is you trying? How cute!” You laughed, looking at Allison and motioning upstairs with your head. She nodded and ran up. “Go.”

He growled with frustration before jumping on his feet and running towards you. You put your hand up but he dodged the force you sent his way. Your eyes widened before you jumped out of his way, kicking off of a nearby wall and running around him. He was right on your heels though. You thought you’d successfully dodged him before you felt his hand grab a fistful of you hair and pull you back, sending your body flying towards the front door. You grunted before looking up to see you’d landed between Erica’s legs.

“And you call yourself a witch,” She sneered, lifting you up by your shirt and holding you in the air. “Where is she?”

“Who? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific. There are a few women here,” You smiled.

She frowned before launching you into the dining room table. You felt the wood break against your back as you flew into it. You groaned again, feeling the pain erupt in your ribs as you rolled on your side. You coughed as you sat up, seeing dribbles of blood fly from your lips. Erica giggled before slowly making her way back to you. She pushed your shoulder back into the broken table, making you hiss from pain.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time. And if you don’t answer me, well,” She hovered above you and looked to her left. You saw Isaac holding his claws up to Stiles’ neck, similar to the way Peter held Kate in her last moments. “We kill him.”

You felt your chest tighten with anxiety before a wave of anger settled into your chest. Before you knew it, you felt the familiar black mist take over your mind one again. Your eyes no longer shine green; instead, they were now completely dark, the black covering even the whites in your eyes. Your hands began to mist and the pain in your body subsided into nothingness as magic pumped powerfully through every vein in your body.

“That little magic trick with your eyes doesn’t scare me, princess. Where is she?” Erica purred. “WHERE IS SH-“

She grabbed at her throat as she tried to choke in some air. You stared blankly at her, not moving a muscle as you lifted her and launched her backwards with lethal force. Your eyes snapped towards the claws that teased at your boyfriend’s flesh. Isaac’s eyes widened with fear before his wrist snapped backwards, touching the back of his forearm. He screeched in pain and dropped to the ground, gripping his arm.

“Okay, Y/N! That’s enough!” Stiles cried as you walked toward Isaac. You looked up blankly before fixing your gaze on the boy whimpering on the floor again. “Y/N! Don’t!”

You lifted your hand, not knowing exactly what force would come out, wanting nothing more than to see the boy who threatened your boyfriend dead, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Erica run up stairs. Your head snapped her way before running towards the stairs to stop her from finding Lydia.

“Scott!” Stiles breathed as he saw his best friend run into the dining room. “She’s out of control again!”

“Who? Lydia?!” He asked, looking over to see you running up the stairs. “Oh shit..”

Scott didn’t hesitate to follow you, jumping over the rubble and onto the stairs. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He almost gasped at the sight of your eyes; completely overtaken by darkness, ready to kill.

“Let go of me! She’s going after Allison!”

Allison. He faltered; every cell in his body was telling him to go protect his girlfriend. But something told him that if he left you in this state, you’d kill Derek’s pack without hesitation. He smelled your craving to kill; there was a chance you wouldn’t just stop with his pack. Morally, he couldn’t leave you alone, regardless of Allison’s dangerous situation.

“Look at me!” He shouted, showing his golden eyes.

“Let go!” You pleaded.

“I SAID LOOK AT ME!” He roared. Your body instantly stopped fighting his grip, relaxing into his touch as you looked into his eyes. “Snap out of it! Fight it! You’re stronger than this.”

He watched as the whites of your eyes and your Y/E/C orbs returned to normal. You gasped before blinking in confusion, looking around at your surroundings.

“You good?” He asked urgently.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You nodded before looking towards his room. “Oh my god, Allison. Erica was-”

“Go find Stiles, I got Al,” He ordered before running off.

You slowly made your way back downstairs, grabbing at your throbbing ribs as you hobbled into the entryway. You quickly found your boyfriend, hovering over Isaac. They both looked up at you as you walked into the dining room. Your heart sank at the look of fear they both gave you. What have you done?

You awkwardly wrapped your arms around yourself, opening your mouth to say something before hearing Scott come back downstairs with Erica dangled limply on his shoulder. He grabbed the collar of Isaac’s shirt before opening the door and throwing them both out of the house. Allison and Stiles both followed Scott out but you hesitated, not knowing if they wanted to be near you. You didn’t even want to be near you.

Stiles noticed your hesitation and reached out his hand, inviting you to come with him. You looked at it before back into his warm gaze, taking his hand into yours as he guided you onto the porch. The four of you looked down at Derek proudly.

“I think I’m finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott,” The Alpha spoke. “You’re not an Omega. You’re already an Alpha of your own pack… But you know you can’t beat me.”

“I can hold you off until the cops get here,” Scott responded as distant sirens grew louder. Footsteps scurried along the roof, catching everyone’s attention. You all ran out from under the roof to catch a glimpse of the Kanima. It looked over at you all and screeched before running off. You felt Stiles grab your waist and pull you in subconsciously.

Lydia’s heels clanked on the ground as she ran out of the house.

“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?” She demanded.

“…It’s Jackson,” Scott muttered.

CHAPTER 6 ->

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Chapter 4

S2 Episode Four

SUMMARY: Stiles witnesses a new attack firsthand. The pack tries to get a hold of the bestiary. Y/N and Scott continue the dating charade and finally find out what the hell the new monster is.

WORD COUNT: 7719 *gasps and clutches pearls*

TW: cursing, arguing i feel like i need to stop posting a tw bc these mfs stay cursing and arguing

“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk,” Deaton explained before checking Scott’s wound, only to see a healthy scar beginning to disappear. “Delvoux blood. Powerful stuff, huh?”

“How do you know all of this?” Scott questioned as you stepped back towards Stiles, his hand instantly made his way to the small of your back. “Actually how do you know anything?”

“It’s a long story,” He replied. “What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. Y/N, I can only tell you what I know. The rest is up to you. But this?”

He motioned over his shoulder.

“This is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?” You asked, desperately wanting to ask more questions about his previous comment but refraining due to the urgency of the situation.

“No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,” Deaton looked back at Scott, speaking urgently. “They’ll have some kind of record or book. Little have descriptions, history, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All the things?” Stiles whined. “How many different things are there?”

“They’re here,” Scott breathed. You both looked over at him with wide eyes before you all opted to run into the dark hallway that led towards the kennels. Scott made sure to stand the closest to the door in an effort to protect his best friends. His eyes looked over at you before slowly putting his index finger to his lips. You nodded.

“I’m starting to think I need to buy a more prominent close sign,” Deaton spoke, warning you all of their presence. Stiles noticed the fear in your eyes and took your hand in his reassuringly.

You all listened into the tense conversation; the creature had easily cut through bone and organs with a single swipe. It was evident that it was no longer just werewolves and hunters you needed to fear; this was an entirely new beast. Something faster, stronger, and more dangerous. It didn’t seek to eat prey like the usual natural predators; it’s only purpose was to kill.

After they left, Deaton told you all to go home. He didn’t want you to stay too long with this killer on the loose. You all crawled back into your car and made your way to the Beacon Hills car shop. You all spoke of the night before deciding to put a pin in the conversation so that you could all gather your thoughts and brainstorm ideas.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s gonna take about an hour anyway. You need to get the car back to your dad. I don’t want you to piss him off,” Stiles smiled. You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Get outta here!”

“Okay! Okay!” You laughed as he reached over to kiss your cheek before making his exit. Scott was quick to take the front seat. “God, I can’t wait to have my own car.”

“Join the club,” He chuckled before you drove away. You had intended on driving him back to his car but you took off into one of your usual conversations, stopping to sing along to one of your dad’s infamous burned CDs. You pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to Melissa’s car, only to spend the next hour and a half chatting and giggling. Once the much needed, lighthearted conversation came to a lull, you both decided to talk about the night’s events again for the next twenty minutes.

“I think it should be pretty easy to convince Allison to help us get that journal,” Scott shrugged, readjusting in his seat before sighing. “I’m actually still a little bummed that she canceled on me tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “Hey, at least you got to spend time with your best friend!”

“Yeah, except he had to go to the shop,” Scott smirked. Your jaw dropped as you playfully punched his arm.

“Asshole!” You laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He giggled. “This has actually been really nice.“

The sound of your distinct ringtone went off, reminding you that it had been well over an hour since you’ve heard from your boyfriend. You looked down and saw his caller ID.

“Hold that thought,” You smiled before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N. Could you come pick me up?” Stiles’ voice sounded frantic.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You sat up, gaining Scott’s full attention. The car fell to silence, only the sound of the faint rainfall and phone call protruded through it.

“I saw the monster,” His voice was shaky. “I have no clue how it did it but it paralyzed me somehow.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” You felt your heart sink.

“Yeah,Iam but..” He trailed off. Just from the way he spoke, you knew he saw the monster claim its latest victim. He sighed. “Can you, uh.. could you come pick me up?“

“We’re on the way,” You responded. Scott buckled in again as you sped back towards Tucker’s garage. It didn’t take very long to arrive seeing as you frantically sped down the streets of Beacon Hills. You were greeted with a line up of cop cars and ambulances. “What the hell..?”

Scott looked over to catch Stiles walk towards the car before taking a seat in the back of your father’s car. You both turned to him, hearing his shaky breaths. The rain had now picked up. He was soaked.

“I saw it. I had temporary paralysis too but it didn’t come anywhere near me. I think it was from skin contact to its venom,” He began, looking at his hands. He went on to explain everything he saw and experienced that night; the reptilian beast, the way it crushed Tucker, the way it just ran away after seeing him. “Deaton was right. It’s not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost, like… reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know ‘em, but you just can’t figure out who it is?” Stiles finally looked up, careful to avoid your gaze. Your soft, caring, ever-loving gaze; it would cripple him emotionally after witnessing the horrendous death of a man. You didn’t take it to heart, you knew him well enough to realize that he was trying his hardest to push off the impending panic attack.

“Are you saying you know who it is?” Scott furrowed his brow.

“No,” Stiles shook his head, looking back down for a second. “But I think it knew me.”

———

You dropped Scott off at the school once again before driving back to your place. The second he hopped in front, you didn’t pressure him to talk. You simply took his hand in yours and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes? I can’t drive us to school tomorrow because they’re impounding my Jeep,” Stiles’ eyes wandered to your delicate hand in his own, rubbing at the back of it with his thumb.

“I almost forgot about that. Yeah, for sure,” You nodded, making a quick stop at his house and quickly returning to your father’s apartment. You explained enough of the night’s events to your dad. He wasn’t angry and even agreed to letting Stiles stay the night again. You warmed up leftovers and ate in a comfortable silence before going to bed.

Stiles finally opened up about the night; not just the events but how they made him feel. The task that had been impossible in the past was effortless when he had you in his arms. Being vulnerable around you was second nature now, especially when you rubbed his chest the way you were in that moment.

You fell asleep before him, and with that, so did his racing mind. His thoughts slowly came to a stop the more he talked to you, but nothing calmed him down more than when he heard the familiar sounds of your drowsy breathing. He rested easy with your arm wrapped lazily around his torso as you slept peacefully beside him.

———

“I’m so sorry about the other day. I’m trying. We’ll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-“ Stiles cut himself off at the sound of your giggles, looking away from Scott before groaning. “Oh, my God, I can’t. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on, you guys are the only ones that we can trust!” Scott pleased before shifting his attention to you. “Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Mhm. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You smiled. “But we really need to get that journal. I’d offer to go talk to her but I have class in a couple minutes.”

“I think Deaton meant to call it a Bestiary,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Scott asked.

“A Bestiary.”

“I think you mean bestiality,” Scott giggled.

“No, dumbass. It’s like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures,” You chuckled.

“How am I the only one who doesn’t know anything about this stuff?”

“Okay, you’re our best friend, you’re a creature of the night… It’s kind of, like, a priority of ours,” Stiles explained.

“Okay. If we can find it, it can tell us what this thing is-“ Scott began.

“And who,” You chimed in.

“…We need that book!” The boys shouted simultaneously.

“Keep me updated?” You stood up, gathering your book and binder into your arms. “I really need to get to class.”

———

“She thought it was bestiality too?!” You threw your head back in laughter as you drove Stiles to the Lacrosse field for the game. “I do not want to know what’s going on in their heads.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” He grinned. “Thanks for the ride. I gotta go warm up! I love you!”

“I love you too,” You giggled, getting out of the car. The stadium was already filling up with eager lacrosse fans.

Your eyes panned over the crowd, seeing Allison sitting with her grandfather and making a mental note to steer clear until she gave you the signal for when she got a hold of the keys. You opted to take a seat next to Melissa, hugging her as you greeted her.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She grinned, holding you tightly before scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “I was saving you a seat.”

“Thank you!” You smiled, happily plopping down next to her.

“I find it so odd that you want to sit next to me instead of your friends,” She laughed.

“We’ve been lacrosse buddies since middle school! I’m not about to give up that title just because I made new friends this year,” You shrugged. “Plus, you’re cooler than they are.”

“You mind telling Scott that?” Melissa joked, making you chuckle. “Oh! It’s starting!”

You watched as the boy nicknamed The Abomination plowed through a good percentage of the team, leaving Coach no choice but to play the kids he would otherwise never give a chance. You looked over at Allison to see her holding out three fingers as the keys dangled from her hand. The signal.

“I’ll be right back,” You excused yourself.

“Okay, sweetie,” Melissa smiled. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”

You both got up and walked your separate ways. You made your way to Allison, reaching for the keys, only to see Stiles’ hand beat you to it. He looked back and smirked as you jogged to catch up to him, making his way to the school.

“Hey! That was my job,” You giggled.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand to watch that Hulk of a man break another set of legs,” He shivered.

“Jesus, that guy is OP as fuck,” You huffed. “You think he’s a werewolf?”

“No, Scott would’ve noticed by now I think,” He shook his head.

“Oh, so he’s on steroids,” You smiled at the ground as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Oh yeah. Man’s roided up,” He chuckled. “Man, I really thought it was him too. I don’t think this is gonna be as easy as we thought it was.”

“What? Who said this was gonna be easy?” You laughed.

“Scott,” Stiles paused as you raised your brows. “Okay, yeah. That’s on me for believing him. He’s a dumbass.”

“Such a dumbass. But he’s our dumbass,” You commented, making him chuckle.

You continued to talk for a few more minutes before you heard sobbing coming from a familiar car. “Oh my god. Is that Lydia?”

“Fuck,” You breathed. “I should probably go talk to her. You good going in by yourself?”

“Yeah, it should be easy enough. Go check up on her, I got this covered,” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss before jogging into the building. You drew in a breath, still a little bitter about the way she treated you the other night. Regardless, you swallowed your pride and walked up to her car.

“Hey, Lydia,” You said softly, making her jump. “It’s just me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” She wiped her tears. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” You smiled, making her chuckle through the tears. “But you’re still my friend. Can I hop in?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it… but, uh.. I could use some company,” She said as you settled into her passenger’s seat.

“Okay,” You nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. Lydia cried for a few more minutes as you gently rubbed up and down her back. Once she collected herself again, she apologized for her behavior at the rink. You smiled, hearing the sincerity in her voice alone was enough to forgive her. You spent the next half an hour trying to cheer her up by talking about anything that came to mind. You even began making her laugh towards the end.

“I really appreciate you, Y/N. This year has been…” She drew in a breath before continuing. “Rough, to say the least. You and Allison were the only good things that came out of it. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just for being you. Thank you,” She reached forward for a hug you gladly accepted. “But I’m really tired from the crying. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, drive safe. Call me if you need someone to talk to,” You smiled before getting out of the car. You looked at your phone to see if Stiles had texted.

7:32 PMStiles: THIS JOURNAL IS SO HARD TO FIND FOR WHAT

7:40 PM Stiles:oh, hope she’s okay lol

7:43 PM Stiles: i’m like 90% sure it’s not in here but i’ll keep looking :/

You chuckled at his messages, looking at the building to see the principal’s office lit up. You walked towards the entrance, only the sound of your feet to keep you company. The path was darker than usual, it seemed like a few light posts had gone out recently. You felt a funny feeling arise in your chest before you noticed a second pair of footsteps behind you. They were much too heavy and calculated to belong to your boyfriend.

You turned around and held out a defensive hand, ready to use any type of magic to ward off the potential threat. You watched Isaac gasp and flinch.

“Jesus! Be careful with that thing!” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” You scoffed, refusing to put your hand down. You wanted to make your hand ooze with black smoke to intimidate him but knew you’d probably end up hurting him on accident. You hadn’t gotten around to training your powers so they were incredibly unpredictable. Seeing as he hadn’t tried anything, that option seemed a little premature. “What do you want?”

“I’d like for you to put your hand down,” He chuckled. You didn’t cave in. “Or not. That’s fine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to know that’s a hot load of shit, Lahey,” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand down cautiously.

“I’m not,” He began. “I really do feel bad-“

“Feel bad for trying to beat up my best friend or siding with the bad guy?”

“Uh, both?”

“I have somewhere to be,” You spoke with annoyance.

“I’m serious, you know,” He called as you turned around. “Just know my intentions are never to hurt you.. or your friends. I’m following my alpha’s lead but I draw the line with you.”

“Because of my blood?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Not exactly. Remember that night when I first turned and you did that thing with your eyes to stop me from killing Stiles?” He looked around, stepping closer as he lowered his voice. “I don’t know what type of witchy bullshit that was but I literally can’t bring myself to hurt you. And I’ve tried. But it’s like I get paralyzed. And I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you to the point that it has been getting in the way of my training. I think you made some sort of bond that night.”

“Did Derek tell you to say that?” You scoffed, making his face drop.

“What? No,” He was offended. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this.”

“I don’t believe you,” You shrugged. He paused, narrowing his eyes with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Your heart skipped a beat,” He leaned against the stairway’s railing.

“Look, I’m sure I left some sort of impression but a bond would require us both to feel that way. And I don’t. But even if I do believe you, what do you expect me to do about it?” You snapped. “Did my heart skip a beat that time?”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“Wanna see how pretty I look when I send you flying into the parking lot?” You smiled sarcastically, making him quickly glance at your hand to make sure you weren’t acting on your threat. You smirked, almost feeling guilty at how much satisfaction his fear gave you.

You felt the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach pull your gaze towards stands before a panicked roar on the field erupted. You felt a magnetic pull towards Scott.

“You better go check on him,” He looked over at the field. “That didn’t sound too good.”

You quickly jogged back around the stands and to the field only to be greeted by a crowd that was making its way towards a wounded player on the ground. You quickly ran around them and saw Scott sprawled out with his right heel practically touching his right elbow. You darted up next to him and Allison, sliding a bit on your knees as you beat the crowd to him.

“Oh my god, your leg!” Your heart clenched empathetically.

“Pull me up,” Scott breathed as the crowd began gathering round.

“But-“

“Y/N. Pull me up please!” He pleaded urgently. You extended your hand as he rose up from the ground before wrapping an arm around you for stability.

“Don’t move!” Coach ordered.

“Scott!” His mother called.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He chuckled. “I’m fine! I’m fine.”

“I could’ve sworn I literally hear bone breaking from where I sat,” Melissa breathed.

“Heard it? I felt it,” Coach added.

“Guys, seriously, I’m fine.”

“We should go,” Allison walked up to her grandfather.

“Hold on,” Gerard paused as the crowd dispersed. “I wanna ask him one more thing.”

You stuck around to hear Gerard invite you both to dinner, not taking any excuses as an answer. You were about to protest one last time before Scott agreed. You shot him a glare. “We’ll be there!”

“Ah! That’s what I like to hear!” The old man grinned, walking away as he called out again. “We’ll meet you there after the game.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You hissed after he was gone, taking his hand off of your shoulder. “We?!We’ll be there? No. No, no, no. I’m not going with you!”

“Y/N, please? I-“

“No, Scott!” You shouted, earning a few glares from the players who walked back on the field. You rolled your eyes and guided Scott back toward the sideline as the game started up again. “I’m tired of playing along with this stupid fucking charade! You saw the way Stiles reacted last time! No way.”

“Just this once!” Scott begged. “I mean.. This will be the last time! I swear to God. I’ll tell Stiles about everything, okay? I’ll send him a text right now. He can’t get mad if this stupid fucking charade saves my life! Not to mention, there won’t be any hiding or lying! Please!”

“Scott,” You groaned.

“Please. Please. Ple-“

“OKAY FINE!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god. Are you twelve? You fucking owe me big time! Call him and explain right now. And if he’s not cool with it, you’re on your own, got it?”

“Okay! Okay! I will! Thank you!”

You smiled and flipped the bird before taking your seat next to Melissa once again. You both chatted as Scott grinned and shot you a thumbs up, running back into the last couple minutes of the game.

8:14 PMStiles:i’m gonna kill him. those cold-blooded murder documentaries you watch will make a whole ass episode dedicated to me

8:15 PMY/N: dedicated to us*

8:15 PMStiles: THIS. this is why i love you

8:16 PMStiles: btw can’t find the journal. i’m gonna try to look around the secretary’s office now. i’ll call if i need you

You smiled and turned off your phone to watch the rest of the game.

———

“Oh, good! You’re back. Dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Argent called from the kitchen as the four of you wandered into her home.

“How was the game?”

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard smiled. The couple’s gazes shifted disapprovingly to your best friend.

“Hi,” He pursed his lips.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence. Small chat was attempted by Gerard to no avail. You kept your eyes low, smiling from time to time as you looked around.

“Alright,” Gerard wiped his hands off with a baby blue napkin. “Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?”

You almost choked on the green bean you swallowed at the way her parents looked at Scott.

“Did you ask them if they’d be uncomfortable?” Chris questioned.

“Okay, I know it’s been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!” His father smiled.

“We’re fine. Besides, they’re dating now,” Allison smiled. “Right, Scott?”

It took every ounce of you to hold back an eye roll when you saw the look of utter admiration on Scott’s face when he responded; he couldn’t help but to look at Allison as if she’d hung the stars. “Yup.”

“You two are dating?” Mrs Argent questioned. You smiled and nodded. “You will never cease to amaze me with the women you manage to pull.”

“That’s exactly what my mom said too,” Scott chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious insult.

“Oh, I see,” Gerald sighed. “Y/N’s the reason you broke up.”

“No!” You all tried to speak at the same time, pausing when you realized how quick the unanimous response was.

“No, uh..” Scott wiped his mouth before continuing. “Things just got.. complicated between me and Allison. We broke up way before we got together. I only caught feelings for Y/N when we were both nursing each other’s broken hearts from our previously failed relationships. Our families are really close so they always said it was only a matter of time.”

That was oddly convincing, you thought, impressed at the effortless fib.

“Plus, Allison broke up with me,” He finished. You choked down a laugh at the way Allison’s mouth dropped open.

“No offense, Scott,” Chris spoke up with a forced smile. “But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart.”

“As if the father’s opinion isn’t biased,” Gerard interjected. “How do you know they weren’t as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?”

Your lips parted at his rude comment. Even as his fake girlfriend, that fucking hurt! Why would he even say that in front of his (fake) girlfriend?

“Well, Romeo and Juliet commuted ritual suicide,” You deadpanned, earning a smile from Chris.

“Exactly. They could’ve used a little less passion,” He agreed.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Allison blushed.

“Brilliant idea,” Her mother muttered.

“Scott,” Chris instructed. “How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?”

You turned to him with wide eyes as he got up, knowing that couldn’t be good. The two walked out of the room and disappeared behind the door, leaving the four of you alone. You smiled up at Allison, desperately trying to change the mood. “So, uh, how’d you do on the Econ exam?”

“A, you?” She mirrored your expression.

“Same,” You giggled.

“Smart girl,” Gerard chuckled. “Victoria, did you know Y/N is well on her way to becoming the valedictorian in their grade?”

“No, I actually didn’t,” She replied. “There’s a lot of new things I’m learning about her tonight.”

“She also knows French!”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah,” You laughed uncomfortably at the spotlight, not quite knowing how he knew that about you. “My dad taught it to me growing up. He worked internationally in France and Canada so I also picked it up when we traveled.“

“French!” Gerard grinned. “Our family comes from France!”

“Mine too,” You smiled and decided to compliment Mrs Argent on the meal. “Mes compliments au chef. C’est magnifique.”

“Merci beaucoup,” She thanked you with a smile as the men returned with the dessert. The table fell to silence once again.

“Do you mind if we’re excused?” Allison asked. “There’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with these two.”

“Mhm,” Gerard responded sweetly before the three of you got up and followed Allison up to her grandfather’s room. You all looked around quietly for the leather bound journal for a few seconds before Allison pulled back a jacked from a piece of furniture only to reveal a safe.

“There goes that plan,” She frowned.

“Wait..” You furrowed your brow. “Scott, people use stethoscopes to crack the code on those things all the time. What if you-“

“Already on it,” He grinned, he kneeled down beside the safe and pressed his ear up to it as he fumbled with the knob, opening it only seconds after.

“Do you wanna hit a few banks later?” Allison asked, making you all chuckle. Scott grabbed the leather journal, seeing only old recipes written on the pages. “Oh my god. It’s a cookbook.”

He placed it back in the safe before your phone buzzed. You grabbed it to see Stiles calling.

“Y/N, no,” Scott ordered. “Shut it off. We can’t-“

“Hey, I’m a little busy,” You answered regardless. “Can I-“

“Y/N!” His voice echoed as the sound of water splashing filled the background. “That lizard thing is here and I’m trapped with Derek at the school’s pool. I need your help! Bring Scott!” He said breathless and with urgency.

“Okay, okay, we’re on the way!” You looked at Scott before the phone call ended. “We need to go.”

“What? What about the book?” Allison asked with concern.

“We’ll figure it out later,” Scott kissed her. “Stiles needs our help.”

You all ran downstairs to bid her family a polite farewell before you hopped back in Scott’s mom’s car and took off. You arrived in a matter of minutes, running straight in.

“WAIT!” Scott ran up in front of you. “Stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay. Go! Go!” You turned him by his shoulder before you both took off running again, whipping corners and descending from stair cases similarly to when Peter kept you all hostage in the school for a night. Scott burst through the doors to reveal two very tired men in the pool. You saw Stiles reach for the diving post in an effort to stop swimming before he and Derek sank into the water. Scott growled, shifting into his werewolf self, and pulled them out.

“Oh my god, are you alive?” You breathed out as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He breathed heavily but nodded. “Derek, you alright?”

As you spoke you saw a figure on all four approach at an ungodly speed. You looked up in fear, holding your hands up and closing your eyes. You didn’t even think to use magic, but it seemed to come naturally when you were angry or afraid. It still controlled you. You felt the familiar black smoke surround your hands but were too afraid to open your eyes to reveal what you’d done.

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered. “How the hell are you doing that?”

You finally opened your eyes to see the creature jump over a sort of translucent black mist surrounding the three of you, instead it went for Scott. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of force field or if provided you al with invisibility. Maybe it was something else entirely. To be frank, you couldn’t care less. Because whatever you just did, it was working.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, looking over in time to see Scott fly into a mirror. “But stay inside of it.”

“What do you mean? No, don’t go out there!” He shouted.

“I’m getting really tired of playing good girl and listening to everyone’s damn orders today,” You murmured as you stepped foot outside of the mist. “HEY!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Scott cried as the lizard looked over at you before approaching. You held out your hands, feeling them kick you back as you sent a force flying into the creature, sending it flying with bone shattering force to the opposite wall. It quickly got back to its feet and shot you a look of utter anger before charging once again.

You felt a bigger kickback when you sent another force out of your hands, sending it flying back for a second time. It landed with a thud, grunting a little before hesitantly getting back up.

It quickly snapped out of its fear. With a look of death, it ran at you with its full speed, almost not giving you enough time to prepare. Almost. You screamed, feeling the same black mist that surrounded Stiles and Derek begin to appear on your hands. This time it was darker than ever, hiding your hands completely in its smoke. You sent as much force into it as you could. It flew back and fell into the ground. Silence followed when the creature didn’t so much as twitch.

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” Scott shouted with anger from his wall. “We aren’t fucking killers. Why’d you do that?!”

“It’s not dead!” You argued.

“It looks pretty dead to me,” Stiles grumbled as the black mist around him dispersed.

“You need to get in control of your fucking powers. Don’t let them control you! You caved into your urge to kill tonight-“

“I don’t have an urge to kill!” You argued. “I’m not like you!”

“You’re right. Because I can actually control it,” He contended. Your lips parted in disbelief.

“Guys, maybe we should just-“ Stiles began.

“I recognized that look, Y/N. I was the same way!”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill it, Scott!” You shouted. “I just wanted to stun it so we can get the fuck out of here. We’re wasting time! So let’s go!”

“There’s a teenager in there that you might’ve just murdered and you want to leave?!” He was persistent. He wanted to have one of your infamous arguments. At times, the two of you were capable of arguments that only siblings could bounce back from. Good thing you were bonded. “Own up to your actions!”

“I DIDN’T KILL IT!” You snapped. “Look, Scott! It’s breathing. And you should be thanking me because you didn’t exactly have that fight under control.”

“Guys?” Stiles’ spoke cautiously. “The monster-“

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t!” You spoke to him in a condescending tone. “I had it under control. And for that matter, I fucking savedyou!”

“Hey! Hello?! Guys!” Your boyfriend raised his voice to no avail. “It’s g-“

“At what cost?!” Scott pointed over to where the monster laid, only to see it was gone. “Where’d it go?”

Your heart dropped at the sight. You walked back towards Scott out of habit as you both looked around. He picked up a shard of the broken mirror as a defense.

Suddenly, the monster jumped from high ground and appeared beside Scott, hissing before it walked at an eerily slow pace. Whatever it’s next move was, it was calculated. Scott held out the mirror and snarled.

The monster took a glance and tilted its head. It seemed to be entranced at the sight. You both furrowed your brows in confusion before it jumped on the wall beside you and climbed out of the room, breaking the glass ceiling on its way.

“Now who saved who?” He said smugly.

“Can we just drop it? It’s alive, alright? The argument is over,” Stiles sighed.

“The argument’s not about the fact it’s alive. It’s about how she almost killed an innocent person.”

“Innocent? Oh my god!” You scoffed. “I’m so tired of talking about this!”

“Then stop talking and listen!”

“All I’ve been doing is listening to you! The fake relationship, the dinner with the Argents- Scott, I basically obey your every command! Even when I know for a fact that you’re wrong!” You paused, seeing his face fall slightly. You breathed heavily from the force exerted, both from the yelling and the magic. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heels and marched out of the auditorium, making your way to his car. You barely held it together as you walked out of the building, feeling you vision blur as you looked at the empty parking lot. You wiped at the stray tears on your cheeks and tried to collect yourself before the whole group walked out.

You’d stuck through thick and thin with Scott. You defended him since you were children. You were his shoulder to cry on, his rock. You helped him master his new powers and never doubted his morals or his heart. Out of all people, you’d assumed that he would be the one to understand what it feels like to be controlled by supernatural abilities and the process of learning how to control them. He was doubting your morality simply because it didn’t align with his own. He was doubting you as a person, a friend, simply because you almost killed a beast that has claimed numerous victims and would continue to do so unless it was put down.

Yet, you didn’t know how to feel; betrayed because of his lack of confidence in you, or afraid. He was normally the last person to question your motives. Could he be right? Were your thoughts, your conscious, being corrupt by the black magic?

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles’ voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, making his soft smile fade at the sight of your tears. “Oh, Y/N..”

He reached out for you, pulling you into an embrace. His hands gently rubbed your back as you heard your faint sniffles against the crook of his neck. “Sorry it took me so long to come out here. I had to yell at him for a couple of minutes for being such a dick to you.”

“Really?” You chuckled, making him smile.

“Yeah, my voice actually feels a little hoarse now,” He cleared his throat as you giggled and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. “And I normally don’t really get involved in your arguments but that was so out of pocket.”

“Agreed,” You smiled as he wiped the last of your tears. “Thanks for always standing up for me.”

“Of course,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “We’re in this together now, right?”

“Yeah, but you’ve done that ever since we were kids.”

“It’s because I’ve liked you ever since we were kids,” He admitted. “Scott never stood a chance when it came to whose side I’d pick in an argument. Especially after that one time he threw away that flash drive that had our fifth grade field trip pictures on it just because his hair looked weird. You were so-”

“Flash drive..” You repeated quietly.

“Yeah, remember? You took pictures of us at Disneyland-“

“Oh my god. Stiles,” Your eyes lit up as you looked back at the school. “Gerard’s keys had a flash drive! Do you think the bestiary was on it?”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you do that,” He grinned before you both took off into the school. You quickly grabbed the keys from the principal’s office, ran past Stiles’ locker to grab his laptop, and darted back to Scott’s car to look at the contents.

Within a matter of a couple minutes, the two of you set up a makeshift desk on the hood of his car and scrolled through the documents on the flash drive. Scott made his way back over to the two of you.

“Is this the bestiary?” He spoke up hesitantly.

“If you can call it that. Is this even a language?” Stiles huffed.

“It’s Latin,” You recognized some of the words from the Romance languages you spoke.

“How long would it take you to learn Latin?” Stiles asked you.

“Using magic? I could probably learn it in a matter of a week and translate it.”

“A week?!” Scott asked. “I don’t know if we have that long. We need to figure out what this thing is now.”

“It’s called the Kamina,” Derek approached with his pets alongside him.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles’ tone was nothing shy of annoyed.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is,” Scott said.

“Or who,” Derek affirmed.

“What else do you know?” Stiles questioned. You slipped your hand in his for emotional support, receiving a squeeze.

“Just stories. Rumors.”

“But it’s like us?” Scott asked.

“It’s a shape-shifter, yes. But it’s not right. It’s like a..” Derek paused to think about how to phrase his next sentence.

“An abomination,” You finished, earning all eyes on you before Derek frowned and nodded. He turned to leave before Scott called his name.

“Derek! We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents-“

“You trust them?” He hissed.

“Nobody trusts anyone. That’s the problem!” Scott snapped. That’s rich coming from you, you thought. “While we’re here arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people! And we still don’t even know anything about it!”

“I know one thing,” Derek lowered his voice. “When I find it, I’m gonna kill it.”

Your eyes widened, knowing it was a promise and not a threat. You looked over at Stiles who wore a similar expression.

“We have to save that kid,” Scott turned with a huff. “We can’t let him get away with murdering it.”

You stayed quiet. To be completely truthful, you disagreed. You thought it was morally wrong to keep it alive. It not only risked the lives of countless people, but you had a feeling there was no negotiation that could be done to lure it back to normal. It was unethical to keep it alive. The last thing you wanted to see was the people in this town, the people you loved and grew up with, torn to shreds one by one.

“You don’t agree?” Scott asked you. He scoffed. “When did you become so heartless?”

“Hey, back off, man,” Stiles stepped in as your eyes darkened with anger. “We can settle this when the topic isn’t so fresh. Let’s regroup tomorrow, alright? We don’t wanna speak out of anger.”

The ride was filled with tense silence. Scott dropped you both back off at Stiles’ house before leaving to pick Melissa up from her late shift.

———

“You okay?” Stiles asked, kneeling down in front of you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“Wanna take a shower?” He followed up. You nodded and he grabbed a few of his old garments before you made your way to his bathroom.

The scalding hot water seemed to be the only thing that had relaxed your tense muscles. The anger slowly washed off with the grime from the day. You got to thinking about the night’s events.

When you got angry, it was hard to distinguish which thoughts were truly yours and which ones came from the magic’s toxicity. Every part of you screamed at you, telling you were right. That thing did deserve to be put down. And you would’ve done it yourself if it meant saving those you loved. You didn’t feel as if you were talking with your emotions or with a black-misted mind. It seemed rational. But if you couldn’t tell last time, what was the difference now?

You allowed these thoughts consume you as you mindlessly washed your body before turning off the water and drying off. You tossed on your boyfriend’s clean clothes and made your way back to his room to see him on his computer.

“All yours,” You mumbled, still deep in thought as your dried your hair.

“Okay,” He nodded, looking over at you. He noticed your shoulders and overall stance ease with the shower. “I’ll be quick.”

And he was. It was only a few minutes before he wandered back in, rubbing the towel fiercely against his hair and discarding it in the corner of his room. You laid on his bed, stomach down with your head resting on your hand. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice him enter.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He sat down beside you and rubbed your back. “You’re worrying me.”

“Was I wrong?” You flipped on your side to look at him. “I feel like I can’t tell if I speak and act with my mind or my magic-intoxicated subconscious anymore.”

“Honestly? I have no clue who’s right or wrong. I don’t think it’s a question of if the magic is fucking with your mind, it’s more about the morality behind the situation. I mean, personally, my morals lie with the best interest of those I love, but I don’t necessarily know if that’s a good or bad thing. I guess you’re both right in a sense,” He shrugged, placing his hand on the soft curve of your neck. “It wasn’t an uncalled-for discussion. But the way Scott went about it was all wrong.”

“That was such a pageant girl answer,” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“You’re right. What I meant to say is you’re so right! Fuck Scott. You know what? Fuck morality and ethics for that matter! Let’s just run away and never come back!” He said, making you giggle. “What do you think? Scotland? New York City? Ooh, what about Mexico?”

“I hear Mexico is pretty this time of year,” You smiled.

“México it is!” He cheered before you both burst into a fit of laughter. You sat up, wanting to shift the conversation to a more serious topic.

“So what about you? How are you doing after tonight?” You asked.

“Exhausted. Sore. Traumatized,” Stiles admitted. “I don’t think I’ve exerted that much energy since like elementary school when we played that two week long round of tag.”

“That bad?!” You laughed, recalling the sweet childhood memory.

One summer, you all decided to play a ‘never-ending game of tag’. When you weren’t it, you’d avoid the boys like the plague. When you were tagged, be it from one of them hid in your closet or invaded your soccer practice to tag you, you’d sneak into their own houses, t-ball games, or ask their parents for a ride somewhere to try to tag them. You all barely slept towards the end in fear of one of your friends tagging you in your sleep.

At one point, you and Scott decided to chase Stiles around Beacon Hills for hours, not telling him who was it. You didn’t stop until he fell and sprained his ankle. It was only one of the various injuries you’d all acquired in the midst of the two week long chaos. All of your parents scolded you and forbid you from ever playing tag for longer than a few hours a week.

“Almost. I’d argue that last day of tag was still, to date, the most exhausting experience of my life,” He spoke as he got under the blankets, patting the spot next to him so you’d join. You gladly abided, taking your usual position; your leg lazily tossed on top of his own while you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I can’t even imagine. I wish I would’ve checked on you earlier.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” He yawned and kissed your forehead. “Don’t feel bad. It led to us figuring out what the hell that thing was. I will, however, need two to four business days to recover before we even think about having sex though.”

“Damn it. I was hoping we’d do it tonight.”

“Really?! Because I was totally kidding! I’m fine. I’m not even sore!” He sat up quickly, making you laugh. “You were kidding weren’t you? That was a mean joke. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You giggled, looking up at him. “I’m actually really drained from today anyway. Let’s just sleep tonight and maybe reconsider in two to four business days?”

“Okay, as long as you aren’t holding out for me. Because I could totally perform FYI,” He yawned, making it very evident that he could not. “I was just warming up in the pool earlier.”

“Oh? So you and Derek were-“

“I knew your dirty mind would say something as soon as the words left my mouth,” Stiles interrupted. “Goodnight, asshole.”

“I love youuu,” You smiled up at him. He failed at holding back one of his own.

“I love you too,” He grumbled dramatically before reaching over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

CHAPTER 5 ->

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Chapter 3

S2Episode Three

SUMMARY: Y/N and Stiles keep getting cockblocked. The pack goes ice skating. Y/N can’t stop resisting the urge to use her powers.

WORD COUNT: 7000 (damn wtf i went OFF with this chapter. had so much fun writing this omg)

TW: Sexual language, cursing, blood. What else is new bitches

“A tail?” You furrowed your brow as you looked over at Stiles. “Like a dog tail? Did it wag?”

“What? Only you would ask if it wagged,” He stopped to look at you with sass. “No, it did not wag, and no, it was not like a dog tail! Scott said it was almost.. lizard-like.”

“Gross,” You mumbled.

“Anddangerous,” Stiles deadpanned, looking up at Scott and Allison. You both stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up again. “So about last night-”

“Oh my god,” You blushed, hiding behind your hands. “I’m so sorry about that. I seriously don’t know a bigger buzzkill than my mom.”

“I was gonna call her a cock block but that works too,” He smiled before taking your wrists into his hands and lowering them before looking into your eyes. “Hey, it’s alright! Don’t be embarrassed. I get it. She came home early and found you gone so you had to leave. I’m not in any rush. We can do this on your time.”

“You mean my mom’s time?” You groaned. “At least my dad’s coming home tonight. I don’t know if I could stand another day with her crazy ass.”

“Your dad’s coming home?” He perked up. “Oh, we are so going to his apartment tonight! He’s making dinner, right?”

“Yup, some sort of pasta I think,” You laughed. “You know you’re always welcome! He’s like in love with you.”

“Are you kidding? I’m the one who’s in love with him!” He smiled, making you giggle and roll your eyes. “Seriously! He’s the coolest person I know.”

“Hey!” You protested.

“I said what I said,” He shrugged, chuckling boyishly as you pushed him away.

“Alright, Y/L/N, Erica! You’re up!” Coach called as Allison climbed down.

“Saved by the bell, asshole!” You joked before walking up to the rock climbing wall. You strapped on the safety rope and looked over to see Erica nervously fumbling with it. “Here let me help. These things are so awkward.”

“Thanks,” She smiled, facing you so you could buckle her into the strap. You nodded once before making your ascent to the top. Though it was far from effortless, it was your favorite day in gym class so you had fun climbing. You hopped down again and raised your arms with pride.

“WOO!” Stiles shouted, making those around him jump as he looked over to Greenberg. “That’s my girlfriend!”

You laughed and blushed at the scene he was making before you look over to see Erica was still gripping at the middle of the wall, clenching for dear life as she hyperventilated. Your eyes widened as everyone approached.

“Erica!” Coach called, running up next to you. “Dizzy? Is it vertigo?”

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear,” Lydia scoffed before looking up in annoyance. “She’s just freaking out.”

“Would it kill you to be a little nicer?” You returned her tone, making her eyebrows shoot up. She opened her mouth to speak before Coach spoke up again.

“Erica!”

“I’m fine,” Her voice trembled.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe. You know she’s epileptic,” Allison informed.

“Wh-Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?!” He huffed before looking at you. “Y/L/N, climb up there and tell her to kick from the wall! Just coax her down. Kick her off if you need to!”

You nodded before making your way up again, stopping right next to her.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” You smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder as you leaned against the rope. “Look, this thing’s pretty safe. I’ll climb down with you. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

She nodded and hesitantly let go of the rocks, quickly gripping the rope. You smiled. “There you go. Now just hop down like this.”

Her shaky breath relaxed a bit as she watched you descend slowly, following your lead. Once she landed, Coach began to speak to her softly and tried to soothe her before the crowd of students erupted in howls of laughter. Erica looked around before walking off in shame, making your heart drop at the sight.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Coach pat your back before dismissing the class. You all rushed to the locker rooms for a quick shower. Lydia gave you the cold shoulder for your comment so you stuck with Allison, waiting in the hallway for your boyfriends.

———

“What do mean tonight’s not a good idea?!” Stiles asked as he changed into another shirt.

“I don’t know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison’s grandfather- All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn’t feel right. Y/N told me she had a bad feeling about something. I mean what are the odds?” Scott responded as he closed his locker.

“No, you’re not backing out! Do you wanna know why?” Stiles stood his ground. “Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time. And for that matter, so does his girlfriend! Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions!”

“Dude! Spare me the details, that’s basically my sister you’re talking about,” Scott cringed. “Besides, I thought you were gonna have a good time last night?”

“We were! We were on the fast track to having said good time. But I only got to like second base and a half before her mom called and told her to get her ass home!” Stiles sighed before realizing Scott’s aloof face. “Are you even listening to me?! This is serious!”

“Y/N,” He muttered before looking up with panic.

“Yes. I am talking about Y/N. Who the hell else would I be talking about?!” Stiles shouted before looking at Scott’s shaking hands and sighing. “What is that?”

“I think something’s wrong,” Scott said before the two took off, running back into the gymnasium to see you trying to pull the matt out under Erica who was halfway up the rock climbing wall again. “Oh shit!”

“Don’t help me! Go stand under her in case she falls,” You breathed as you continued to pull. Stiles quickly took the place beside you and began helping. “Thanks. I got this bad feeling in my stomach that led me back in here. I saw her on the wall and I think she’s about to have a seizure.”

“Put her on her side! On her side!” Allison shouted as she approached her boyfriend. You and Stiles let go of the mat and ran up to the girl Scott placed on the ground. “How’d you know?”

“I don’t know. I felt this pull. Like I needed to check on..” He whispered before the pack’s eyes landed on you. “You.”

Your lips parted, remembering something from an article you read recently. If a Delvoux connects with a supernatural being on a spiritual level, there’s an unbreakable bond between them. A twin flame. With time and trust, your blood no longer affects them, leaving you fully vulnerable to their attacks. In times of need, they feel drawn towards you. It takes a pure bond on both ends; something you shared with Scott since birth.

“The article,” Stiles whispered, pulling you aside. “It was true.”

“I hope not,” You scrunched your face.

“Why? Isn’t it a good thing?” Stiles furrowed his brows.

“Not if I go crazy,” You hesitated. “He’ll feel every emotion. All the chaos and the destruction, he’ll feel it on a spiritual level. It won’t look pretty for either of us.”

“It’s not going to happen,” He reassured, holding your shoulders. You sighed and looked back at Scott who held Erica’s head, trying to minimize any impact from her subconscious jerking.

“I fucking hope not,” You breathed.

———

“Ew, does being your twin flame mean we’re like gonna fall in love or something?” Scott cringed.

“Okay, first of all, ouch!” You laughed, throwing a green bean at his head. He, of course, caught it with a smile. “I don’t think you could sound any more grossed out at the thought of me if you tried! And second of all, ew! No, it just means we’re like platonically bonded. Think of it as siblings but with our souls instead of our blood.”

“So you can say ew but I can’t?” He took a bite from his apple. “And you call my ego fragile.”

“I’m saying ew because of the fact that we’re basically siblings. I didn’t call you gross!” You giggled, grabbing his apple out of his hands and taking a bite.

“Hey!” He reached for it as you pulled it away again. “Eat your own apple!”

“I ate mine already!” You shrugged before Stiles walked up and slammed a keychain on the table, making you jump.

“Got ‘em!” He smiled. “I’ll pick you guys up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?”

“I’m not working tonight actually. I was planning on going to Allison’s after school to get ready together,” You said, looking up to see their eyes had drifted towards the doorway. You sighed and turned only to be greeted by a pair of long, tan legs. Your jaw dropped at the sight of Erica walking in, repping a new look. “Holy shit..”

She proceeded to walk up to a boy and take a bite from his apple, seductively wiping her bottom lip afterward. She looked good. Her hair fell into loose ringlets, her walk was powered with confidence, and her smile made everyone in the cafeteria stop what they were doing. It was like everyone was entranced by her beauty.

“What the holy hell is that?” Lydia slammed her hands on your table.

“It’s Erica,” Scott responded.

“She’s hot?” You mumbled, more as a statement, before feeling two dainty fingers slip under your jaw and push it closed. You looked up at Lydia who smirked down at you. Stiles’ eyes widened at the way she touched you, pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m still hotter,” Lydia leaned down, only inches from your face.

“I was just thinking the same,” You smiled, grabbing her face and pretending like you were gonna kiss her. You both giggled and pulled away.

“I-Is this how girls joke around?” Stiles squeaked before Scott got up and walked after Erica. “Can I come with you to Allison’s after school? And every other day for that matter?”

“Come on,” You laughed, taking his hand and running behind Scott. He followed behind you but not without a smart remark.

“Wait, I wanted to see what the two of you were going to do!” He whined as you pulled him behind you.

“Keep dreaming,” You looked back before running into Scott, bumping back into Stiles. You looked past him to see Erica getting into Derek’s black Camaro and driving off with him.

“Well that’s not good,” Stiles muttered.

———

“What about this?” You asked, twirling to show your outfit off to your friends.

“Try the red dress!” Lydia smiled. “That one looks really good on you!”

“Okay,” You giggled. “Unzip me.”

She gladly abided before pausing to look at the door. You glanced over to see Mr. Argent knocking as he entered the room. He pulled Allison away for a few moments as you continued to play dress-up with Lydia. She added a few accessories on you and worked on your makeup as Allison entered the room again.

“So you have a date?” She grinned, looking at Lydia.

“Well, I did,” She grumbled. “He just texted saying he can’t tonight. Can I just tag along with you guys?”

“Uh,” You raised your brows and looked at Allison. “I mean-“

“If you don’t mind hanging out with a group of couples, then sure!” She laughed, almost positive Lydia would back down at her comment.

“Beats being alone,” Lydia shrugged. “This is gonna be so fun!”

“Yeah,” Allison looked over at you with wide eyes. “Sofun..”

———

“Lydia,” Stiles forced a smile as she walked past him. You walked up to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “You invited Lydia?!”

“Lydia invited Lydia,” You corrected, watching her walk into the rink. He groaned. “Don’t worry! My full attention is yours tonight.”

“I don’t think you even believe that,” He grumbled. You smiled and gently took his cheek into your hand. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“I texted my dad and asked him to make your favorite tonight,” You tilted your head sweetly. “He can’t join us for dinner though. He‘s going out with a few college buddies tonight.”

“Damn it, I was actually looking forward to seeing him,” He sighed. “But I’ll settle for lasagna.”

“Stiles.”

“Hm?”

“He’s leaving the apartment to ourselves for a few hours.”

His eyes shot wide open with excitement.

“Okay, you’re forgiven! For everything you’ve ever done ever and everything in the future,” He spoke quickly, making you throw your head back in laughter before you waltzed into the arena. He stayed behind to watch the way your hips swayed as you walked up and got a pair of ice skates before proceeding to do the same.

“You know,” Lydia started you took the seat next to her. “I know I’ve given you a lot of shit in the past for dating Stiles. But he’s actually really cute.”

You looked up at her only to see her eyes on your boyfriend as he chose a pair of black skates. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt a spark of jealousy ignite, a feeling you hadn’t gotten in a long time. Not because of her words, but the way she said them. It was a challenge.

“Thanks,” You smiled, lacing up your skates. “I think so too.”

“Likereally cute!” She giggled.

You knew bringing her was a bad idea. She wasn’t going to let your little comment from earlier slide as easily as you thought she would. You hated her psychological warfare but had no choice but to participate.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Stiles smiled as he took the seat next to yours.

“Nothing,” You smiled.

“You, silly,” Lydia corrected. “Well, you and Y/N, that is. God, it’s so cold in here! Do you have a jacket I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah, I think I have something in my bag,” Stiles responded, completely oblivious to her attempt at flirting. You clenched your teeth, holding back any sort of smart remark. “Here.”

“Oh, she hates orange,” You commented. “She thinks it clashes with blue. What were the words you used, Lyd? The worst color combination ever?”

“But it’s the colors of the Mets,” Stiles pouted.

“I don’t remember saying that! I love the Mets!” She smiled, taking the jacket. You rolled your eyes and looked over at your boyfriend.

“Oh, before I forget- Look at what I brought you!” He grinned, reaching in his bag to grab a Reece’s peanut butter cup.

“I love Reece’s! Thank you!” You perked up, reaching for the orange package.

“I should’ve eaten before I came,” Lydia sighed. “My stomach is growling like crazy.

You looked over in annoyance, only to receive yet another smile.

“Oh, give it to Lydia. I don’t mind,” Stiles mindlessly spoke as he laced up his skates. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your lip before holding it out to her.

“Thanks, Stiles!” She smirked, taking the package from your hands and opening it.

You looked over at your boyfriend and watched as his hands fumbled with the laces, getting an idea. You leaned over and kissed the spot behind his ear that drove him crazy, making him look up at you with an amused smile.

“What are you doing?” He whispered. You shrugged before rubbing your hand on the base of his neck, using your thumb to stroke softly as his jaw.

“Nothing,” You responded innocently. “You’re just really attractive.”

“Oh?” He smiled as you leaned in. You placed your lips on his own, almost instantly deepening the kiss. He wrapped his hand in your hair, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. You pulled away with a grin before turning to face Lydia again.

“You two are so cute,” She forced a smile.

“Aren’t we just?” You scrunched your nose and smiled back. She bitterly hummed in response before walking onto the ice.

“What was that about?” Stiles chuckled.

“I’ll tell you later,” You shook your head before standing up. “Ready to skate?”

You spent the first few minutes holding on to each other, giggling every time one of you almost fell.

“Hey, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it!” Stiles called as he let go of your hand to skate ahead a little bit. “This isn’t so- Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m falling! Y/N! I need you! HELP!”

You laughed and reached out for him as he stumbled around, trying to stabilize him through your laughs. He finally stood still before his feet went out from under him. He yelped and subconsciously grabbed your waist as he fell, taking you down with him. You both lost it, wheezing as you laid on top of him.

“Ouch,” He chuckled. “You’re so mean!”

“Me? I tried helping!” You barely could get the words out. “You’re the one who took me down with you!”

“Yeah, but like the fantastic boyfriend I am, I cushioned your fall!” He argued, smiling as he pushed a few stray hairs behind your ear.

“That was so not on purpose!”

“Uh, it so was!” He shook his head, pretending to be baffled by your comment. “But don’t thank me. Thank my tailbone. He really took most of the blunt force.”

“Aww, are you okay?” You said, getting up and holding out your hand. He gladly took it.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’d be a lot better if you kissed me though,” He grinned before puckering up and tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“Ah, okay, well just as long as it makes you feel better,” You smiled as he pulled you towards him and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Y/N! Stiles! Watch this!” Lydia called before she performed a whole ass figure skating routine. You both looked over as she twirled away on the ice. You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time. “Y/N, can you do that?”

“Y/N,” Stiles warned. “Don’t do it. It’s not worth wasting your magic on-.. and she’s gone. I’m talking to myself now. Great.”

You channeled the familiar part of your brain that you used for school, using it to guide you elegantly on the ice. You began skating and twirling and jumping around, performing a perfect routine. Lydia watched, jaw agape, with utter shock. You skated towards her with a smirk.

“Canyou do that?” You asked innocently, making her give you a look of annoyance. Stiles reached out for you as you skated by, stopping you. “Sorry. I know, I know. That was reckless.”

“I think you mean awesome!” He shouted with glee. “Oh my god! That was seriously like something out of the winter Olympics! I wonder what else you can do!”

“Thanks! But I’m not trying to find out,” You grinned. “Wanna go take some pictures in the photo booth?”

“Uh, ch’yeah!” He laughed before you both skated off. Scott and Allison crawled out of the booth and smiled at you two. “Hey! Come take pictures with us!”

“Stiles, it’s only meant for two people,” Allison giggled.

“That’s what we’re for!” Scott offered, taking a seat and patting his lap.

Allison looked up at the two of you and shrugged before happily plopping down. Stiles sat down next to them and held out his arm for you. You laughed at how ridiculously small the space was but took a seat on his lap regardless.

You all posed, smiling for the first picture and growling like a wolf for the second. The third one was a shot of the four of you laughing at the previous pose and the fourth was one of each person kissing their significant other, still evidently laughing. Two photo prints came out, one of which you took for yourself.

“Scott, your eyes!” You laughed at the way they flashed back with the flash. He looked at the one in Allison’s hands before tearing off the top half and handing her the normal side.

“Keep this one,” He smiled. “I like this half better anyway.”

The moment was suddenly interrupted by screaming. You all looked at one another and stumbled out of the photo booth to run back to Lydia. You all saw her gripping the ice and sobbing, skating up to her to calm her down. It took a few minutes to snap her out of it, but when she finally came back to reality, she spent the rest of the night looking as if she saw a ghost.

Allison drove her home shortly after. The rest of you shuffled into Stiles’ Jeep and drove back to Scott’s to drop him off before driving back to your father’s new place.

You sighed as you entered the vast and empty space that was your new home. A note was laid neatly on the counter that read: Lasagna’s in the fridge. Pop a slice or two or five in the microwave. Love you!

“Hey, so you wanna tell me what was up tonight?” Stiles spoke up from behind you. “What happened to not wanting to use your powers? I thought you needed to reserve them.”

“I do,” You sighed. “Lydia was taunting me all night because of the small remark I made about her in gym class. She knows exactly how to piss me off enough to make me want to show her she isn’t superior or better than me.”

“Damn,” He raised his brows. “What’d she do?”

“She was messing with my head,” You opened the fridge and popped a plate in the microwave before turning back to him. “Okay, I know how stupid this is going to sound. But she was flirting with you and it was driving me crazy.”

He laughed. “Lydia. Flirting with me? When?!”

“All night!”

“Look, I don’t want to sound like I don’t believe what you’re saying is true but I really don’t think she was,” He smiled.

“Oh, please! Stiles, can I borrow your jacket? I’m so hungry! Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cute! I love the Mets! She doesn’t even like baseball!” You huffed, crossing your arms. “And she took my fucking Reece’s cup!”

“Not the Reece’s cup!” He gasped before laughing. You lowered your jaw and gave him an unamused look. “Aww, don’t get mad! I’m sorry! I believe you. I guess it just went right over my head. I was so focused on you that everything she said was like background noise. All I kept thinking about was how hot you look in that dress.”

“Whatever,” You giggled.

“No, I’m serious!” He responded. “She can flirt all she wants but it won’t get her anywhere. I mean I genuinely didn’t even realize she was doing it because I am so, utterly captivated by you. It’s actually really annoying, thinking about you all the time. Yeah, it’s like a million times as bad when around you too. Hence the flirting going right over my head. She really doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re so cute,” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around his neck. “How do you know exactly what to say all the time? It actually baffles me just how perfect you are sometimes.”

His eyes danced between your eyes paired with a smile that teased the corner of his lips. He shrugged as a response.

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” He said softly.

“Am I?” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Well, I definitely don’t feel cute when I’m jealous.”

“Your competitiveness really comes out. God, and that kiss was so hot. Please, for my sake, be jealous more often,” He begged.

The microwave went off, but with the way he was looking at you, your mind barely registered it. His hazel eyes were focused completely on your own before they made their way down to your lips. You simply smiled and leaned in.

The kiss that started so soft and sweet slowly deepened, as if you were mutually agreeing to take it further. The second you slid your tongue on his lower lip, asking for entrance, he walked you into the wall behind you and the night began.

You felt his hands slowly trace your figure from your hips, up to your shoulders, and down to your wrists, taking a hold of them and pinning them on top of your head. He took his time kissing your neck before he let you go and entangled his hands in your hair, tugging slightly with desire.

Your now free hands mindfully and seductively traced up and down his chest before pulling him in closer by his belt loops. He groaned into the kiss, sending vibrations through your skull and a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s go to my room,” You said in between kisses.

It was your turn to grab onto his own wrist, guiding him towards the first room on the left. As soon as you closed the door behind you, his lips were on yours again.

“Are you sure?” He pulled away breathlessly, making you smile. “We don’t have to if you aren’t absolutely-”

“Stiles.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Yes ma’am,” He grinned, abiding your word before guiding you towards the bed, laying you down gently. He raised your dress up and left wet kissing on your stomach before you reached behind you to unzip it. “Wanna step out of that dress for me?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his lips before you flipped positions, leaving you straddling his hips as you pulled off the red dress. You were left in nothing but the lacy black panties you’d bought for tonight.

“Woah,” He muttered, taking a moment to soak in your breathtaking figure. “Just.. wow. You’re stunning.”

You felt your everlasting smile widen before leaning down to kiss him once again. The pace slowed down; you both wanted to take your time and do this right, making sure to continue with enthusiastic consent.

Right as you began rubbing your hand up and down over his pants, you heard the front door open and close. You both paused before pulling away and looking at each other with wide eyes.

“Did you hear that?” You whispered.

“No,” He said a little too quickly. “I heard absolutely nothing.”

“Y/N? Honey, are you home?” You heard your father call out, making your boyfriend groan in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m changing into my PJs. I’ll be right out!” You called before lowering your voice. “Hide in my bathroom.”

He looked around, seeing it was the only place to hide, and nodded. He quickly collected his shirt and checked to make sure his shoes were still on; a rookie mistake he made in the past. You turned on the light as he rushed to your bathroom. You reached past in your bag to grab an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on before quickly checking and fixing your appearance in the mirror.

“Hey, Dad!” You greeted with a smile as you walked bag into the living room. “How was your night?”

“I’m very drunk,” He slurred before giggling. “Man, oh man, those boys know how to make the best apple martinis. It tasted like juice so I downed them like water. Did you know we used to water down your apple juice when you were little so you wouldn’t get hyper?”

“You got drunk off of apple martinis?” You chuckled, taking the lasagna out of the microwave.

“Who knew they were so delicious? Here I was drinking beer, never knowing the delight that was mapple tinis,” He paused before thinking. “Mapple.. Apple martinis.. I meant apple martinis!”

“Yeah, I got that,” You smiled as he clumsily took off his shoes. “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun!” He grinned before stumbling over to the counter. “Can I have that lasagna?”

“Go for it. I’m not that hungry anyway,” You giggled, pushing the plate towards him as he took a seat at the island. “I was actually about to hit the hay.”

“Boo!” He grumbled. “That’s boring!”

“It’s a school night! And from the looks of it, you should probably go to sleep too,” You reached in the fridge to grab him a bottle of water. “Drink this before bed. I don’t wanna nurse your hangover tomorrow.”

“I’ve got the liver of a 21-year-old athlete, foo,” He hiccuped before taking a bite. “Damn this is the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my life! Of course it is, I made it! Thanks, me.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” You laughed, walking over to kiss the top of his head.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams,” He responded before drawing in a big breath. “GOODNIGHT STILES!”

You froze before hearing a small voice from your room.

“.. Goodnight, sir,” Your face fell into the palm of your hand.

“If you sleep with the door open, I won’t tell your mom that he’s over so late,” Your dad offered. “He can borrow my Star Wars PJ bottoms. They’re in the top drawer. Oh, and you can take the car to school tomorrow! I won’t need it.”

“Really?! Thank you!” You grinned.

“No problem, kiddo,” He said with a mouthful of lasagna. “I’m gonna watch movies and eat popcorn.”

“You do that!” You said as you walked into his room to grab the pajama bottoms before going back to your own bedroom and throwing them at Stiles who sat on your bed. “Rain check?”

“Raincheck,” He affirmed before shifting uncomfortably. “How does he always know I’m here?“

“Maybe it’s the Delvoux blood,” You shrugged before smirking. “Or the fact that you literally parked your car at the entrance of the building.”

“God damn it!” He huffed, recalling his obvious parking spot of choice. “The Jeep! Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You giggled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Now we know what not to do next time.”

“It sucks knowing what we could’ve gotten away with tonight if we’d thought it through beforehand,” He grumbled as he made his way to your bathroom.

———

“Y/N, we think Boyd is Derek’s next victim. Wanna go with Stiles to check to see if he’s home or with me to the rink?” Scott approached quickly as you shut your locker, Stiles right on his heels.

“I think you already know my answer,” You laughed.

“No, no, I need her to go with you,” Stiles argued.

“What? Why?” You both questioned.

“She needs to stop using her powers, dude. You can protect her better than I can,” He turned to Scott. “Plus, she brought her dad’s car so she can drive you there. It’ll be quicker.”

“But-“

“He’s right. I think it’s better this way. I’m almost positive he’s at the rink anyway so Stiles should be fine,” Scott grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you behind him. “Call if you need anything!”

“Will do!” Stiles shouted before running out to his Jeep. You and Scott made a beeline to your dad’s car, hopping in and speeding off.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” He mumbled. “Am I getting it from you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You nodded, gripping the wheel.

“So why can’t you use your powers?” He asked as you made a sharp turn to the left.

“I don’t know if it’s true, but there are some articles that say the more you use it, the more likely it is to like.. make you go crazy in a sense,” You spoke up, looking over at his stunned face.

“So that’s the secret you’ve been hiding from us,” He mumbled. “Have you felt any different?”

“I honestly can’t tell. I mean, normally when Lydia tries to get under my skin, I can just laugh it off. Last night though.. It’s like I had this overwhelming urge to outdo her and I kind of channeled the magic or whatever to compete with her,” You sighed. “But I’m also just competitive. So who knows?”

“Maybe it’s triggered by anger the same way it is for me,” Scott pondered for a moment before speaking up. “You might be able to ask Allison if she knows something. Her family’s gotta have some sort of book. And it’s not like she’ll tell anyone or anything.”

“You mean my worrywart of a friend? I don’t know, Scott. She’s got a lot on her plate right now, I’d hate to worsen her anxiety,” You breathed.

“She’d hate to see you not ask for help. She’d rather see you reach out than go crazy,” He shrugged. “But it’s up to you.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. It’s not a bad idea,” You nodded as you pulled into the rink. “Now, come on. Let’s go get Boyd.”

Scott rushed into the building before you, scanning the vast space for any presence besides for the boy who sat on top of a Zamboni.

“Boyd!” Scott called as you walked in behind him. “I just wanna talk.”

He continued to drive the ice resurfacing machine, ignoring the two of you.

“Hey, come on, Boyd. Please,” You spoke.

“Did Derek tell you everything?” Scott asked. “And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moon, I mean everything.”

“He told me about the hunters,” The boy broke his silence, grinding the machine to a stop.

“And that’s not enough for you to say no?“ You questioned, without judgment but with genuine concern. He fell silent once again.

“Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone every day.”

“If you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” Scott shook his head.

“That really hurt, Scott,” The familiar voice boomed behind the two of you. You turned to see Derek standing with his newly formed pack behind him. “I mean if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“Hmm. In a word, transformative,” She said before showing her teeth and growling. You rolled your eyes.

“Isaac?” Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great,” He smiled at you, looking at you up and down.

“Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight,” You scoffed.

“Then go home, kid,” Derek smirked.

“She meant fair for them,” Scott slammed his fist into the ice below him before growling. You took your stance, hoping your magic wouldn’t fail you now. The two betas approached, Isaac going for Scott and Erica towards you.

“Didn’t he tell you, sweetheart?” You smiled. “You can’t hurt me.”

“No, I just can’t make you bleed,” She scoffed before running and throwing you back. You landed on the ice with a thud, groaning a bit as you slid before standing up again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You chuckled before feeling the power run through your veins in a way that it never has before. It made you feel unstoppable. You could see how this could be addicting; it was euphoric.

She launched at you again but you jumped up, managing to kick her on the side of her head and knocking her down. “Woah..” You smiled.

“Youbitch!” She growled, coming at you again. You waited for her to approach before manipulating her force against her to flip her into the ground below you. “That’s it!”

She whipped out her claws and stood up.

“Make me bleed. I dare you,” You taunted. She paused, realizing who she was up against. In the moment, she let her anger take over her judgment before she continued to march towards you with her claws fully retracted.

The power in your nerves surged excitedly through you. With it, came a feeling you’d never had before; you wanted to hurt her. You wanted to show her your power and frighten her to the point of pissing herself. You didn’t care at the moment if it killed her; you wanted retaliation to the extreme.

You saw a black flame-like aura appear on your hands as she continued towards you, you held them out as the black aura grew, bursting a black flame towards her chest. It sent her flying into the Zamboni headfirst, knocking her unconscious. You turned in time to dodge Isaac as Scott launched him back next to Erica.

“Don’t you get it?!” Scott shouted. “He’s not doing this for you! He’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He makes you feel like he’s giving you some type of gift when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“It’s true. It is about power,” Derek spoke. You looked at him breathlessly as you wiped your nose. Your eyes widened at the black blood that now decorated the back of your hand. “You look tired, Y/N. Let the big boys take care of this.”

He approached Scott, eyes now glowing red as he slowly transformed into his werewolf form. You saw as Derek head-butted him before slashing his claws through his stomach.

“Scott!” You yelled, feeling something drip out of your nose.

“Stay out of this, Y/N! You’re bleeding!” He shouted before receiving more blows to his chest and jaw, returning them back to Derek and sending him stumbling backward.

You wiped at your nose and saw black blood smeared on the back of your hand. Maybe the whole black aura thing wasn’t such a good idea. You couldn’t help but wonder if your body was warning you against the type of magic you’d summoned. You’re thought were interrupted by Derek’s growl.

The alpha smiled before beating Scott senseless, sending him into the ice. He stepped up to him, pressing his heel into his throat. You looked up a Boyd, taking the keys from his hands and clenching your eyes as you sliced through the palm of your hand.

“Goddamn,” Boyd cringed as you approached Derek from behind. You grabbed his face with your bloodied hand before he turned around with shock.

“Oh shit,” You muttered before he flipped you over his shoulder, sending you flying forcefully into the ice next to Scott and knocking the breath out of you. He quickly took a small, silky fabric out from his jacket and wiped the blood off of his face, seeming to be just fine before walking back to his pack.

“Don’t,” Scott breathed as Boyd approached the two of you. “You don’t wanna be like them.”

“You’re right,” He lifted his shirt to reveal a bite, making you sigh and drop your head back in disappointment. “I wanna be like you.”

The four werewolves gathered before making their exit. Scott rolled over to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, wiping the blood from under your nose and looking back at you. He took your wrist in his hand, seeing that the blood from your hand was still red. You nodded and sat up. “You have to be more careful. But I’ll admit- that last stunt you pulled? That was a killer move.”

“Literally and figuratively,” You smiled, looking down at the cut. “I wonder why it didn’t work though.”

“If you ask me, it probably has to do with that rag he wiped his face with,” Scott looked back as the door swung closed behind the last of them. “We need to find Stiles.”

“We need to take you to the clinic,” You argued, looking at the nasty bash in his stomach making him wince and hiss in pain as you lifted his shirt to take a closer look.

“It’ll heal,” He shook his head.

“Wouldn’t the healing process have started by now? He slashed it at the beginning of the fight,” You furrowed your brows, seeing it bleed a significant amount compared to his more recent wounds. You got up, helping him up before you both made your way back to the car. “Try to keep the blood off of my Dad’s seats.”

The drive to the clinic was quick but it was enough time to call Stiles to check his location. You drove with your left hand as Scott pressed your old hoodie against the wound on your right palm, keeping it from bleeding more. You swung by an alleyway and watched Stiles crawl into the backseat of the car, reeking of garbage.

“Jesus. What happened to you? You smell like shit,” Scott gagged.

“Erica happened! That bitch is ruthless,” He huffed, leaning forward to see his gaping cuts. He looked over at you to see your upper lip covered in dry blood and your hand covered by a blood-soaked cloth. “Oh my god! What happened in there?! Are you okay?”

“Derek happened. He happens to also be a ruthless bitch,” You smiled before driving towards the clinic. “Look, I know I need to stop but I had no choice but to use my powers this time. It was Derek’s pack versus us.”

“It’s okay! But you just have to be careful. We don’t know how to control it yet,” Stiles reassured.

“I get what the articles mean by magic controlling my bloodline,” You breathed, remembering the feeling it gave you. “It came so naturally. And it felt like a drug. It was like utter power and euphoria pumping through my veins. I think it could be addicting. I really need to stop using it.”

“Bro, you should’ve seen her though! Her hands were like covered in this black mist, dude. She beat the living hell out of Erica,” Scott looked back smiling. “She was like a jujitsu master before her hands started smoking. Then she just knocked Erica into the ice smoothing machine and knocked her out without even touching her!”

“Damn,” Stiles’ brows raised, he was impressed. “What happened to her hand?”

“Derek knocked Scott to the ground and held him by the throat with his foot,” You began to explain before Scott chimed in with excitement.

“Y/N sliced her hand open with Boyd’s keys, dude. Then she came up behind Derek and grabbed his face, smearing her blood all over him!” He all but shouted. “It was awesome!”

“Yeah, except for the part where it didn’t phase him and he flipped me over his shoulder,” You mumbled. “My back feels like it got snapped in half now that the adrenaline is going away.”

“Wait, it didn’t phase him?!” Stiles’ jaw dropped. “How?! That shit knocked Scott on his ass with just the fumes or whatever!”

“He wiped his face with this like silk cloth. Scott thinks it has to do with that. I feel like it was because I over-exerted my powers fighting. Who knows,” You shrugged, pulling into the vet clinic’s parking lot. You all got out and proceeded to walk in. “It’s not like we can test it. Scott’s basically immune to my blood now.”

“God, why isn’t this thing healing..” Scott winced as he walked beside you.

“Because it came from an alpha. And that’s not true, Y/N,” Deaton’s voice echoed as he saw the three of you walk in. You froze, how did he know? “The blood of a Delvoux can help cure those she’s bonded with. The women in your family were well known to join werewolf packs as an alliance. They protected your ancestors and your ancestors healed them in return. All it took was love and trust. Mixing the blood of a bonded werewolf with your own can heal you too. Physically and mentally.”

“You know?” You muttered, making him smile. “How?”

“I know everything about this town,” Deaton shrugged. “We have a lot to talk about. I wanna show you something. But before I do, unwrap your hand and rub it on Scott’s wounds. I have to warn you, it’ll burn.”

You nodded, hesitantly taking the hoodie off of your hand as Scott lifted his shirt. You looked up at him as if to ask for permission; he nodded. You placed your bloody hand on the beginning of the top gash. You removed your hand across every gash, feeling a warm sensation in your hand.

“Oh, that’s not too bad!” You smiled as you pulled away.

The second your hand left his final scratch, you felt it. Both you and Scott screamed in pain, feeling as if you were being branded. You held your wrist and fell to your knees, clenching your eyes in midst of the blistering pain. And just as quick as it appeared, it went away. “Fuck, remind me never to do that again.”

“Agreed,” Scott said, trying to catch his breath.

“How do you feel?” Deaton chuckled.

“Like I just placed my hand on a stove,” You looked down at your hand. All that was left from the wound was the dried blood where the hash previously laid.

“Mentally. How do you feel?”

You took a moment to realize that your head suddenly felt light. The anxiety, the anger that boiled deep within you, the darkness that loomed in your mind- it was gone. Your eyes widened at the silence in your head. You didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until it was gone. It snuck up on you, eating at your mind silently and subtly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in; you were well on your way to insanity before that moment.

“Holy shit,” You whispered. “It’s gone.”

“Come with me,” Deaton’s tone darkened before he led you to the back room. Before you laid a corpse, slashed through like he’d been through a human cheese grinder. “I think we better have that talk now.”

EPISODEFOUR->

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So Much For “I love you”-Part One

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)

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(Y/N) POV:

*Then*

“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.

“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.

“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.

“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.

“I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.

“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.

“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.

“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.

“Then don’t go” I respond.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.

“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.

“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.

I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.

“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.

“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.

“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.

“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.

“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.

“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.

“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.

“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.

“I love you too” I say….

*Now*

“Hey (Y/N)”

“Hello…”

I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.

“What?”

“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.

“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.

“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.

“She smells…-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.

“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It’s basically a common state for me” I answer.

“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.

“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.

“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.

“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.

“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.

“Dude the plan” Stiles says.

“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.

“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.

“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.

“How you feeling?” I ask.

“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.

“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.

“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.

“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.

“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.

“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.

“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.

“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.

“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.

“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.

“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.

“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.

“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.

After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.

“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.

“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.

“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away

“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.

“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.

“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.

“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.

“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.

“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.

“I said I was hot” Liam replies.

“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”

*skip rest of car ride*

Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.

“I’m going to get her” Scott says.

“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.

“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.

“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.

“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.

“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.

I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.

“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.

“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.

“What are you?” I ask.

“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.

“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say. 

“Now that’s a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch. 

“You won’t find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck. 

“Oh, naive little girl… just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back. 

“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.

“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out. 

“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say. 

I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.

“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says. 

“Who are you?” Scott asks.

“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move. 

“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say. 

I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes. 

I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.

“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground. 

“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is. 

“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.

“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us. 

“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him. 

“How do you know my name” I threaten. 

“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says. 

“…Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots. 

“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind. 

“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different. 

“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills… When I found out his name was Scott McCall… I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says. 

“What do you want?” Scott asks.

“I moved back to Beacon Hills…back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers. 

“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don’t mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground. 

“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence. 

“Yeah” I reply. 

“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks. 

“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief. 

“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking. 

I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone. 

“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on. 

“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.

“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me…

“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.

“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac… so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave… its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.

“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.

“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.

“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.

“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.

“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.

“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.

“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.

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Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left…

I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him… how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened…

I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go…“I love you”… yeah so much for that.

Teen Wolf//

The Pack