stiles vs homework

maybe if she didn’t draw a tree

stydia as all too well: the short film

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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