#teen wolf fanfiction

Mon, 04 Apr 2022 19:35:52

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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Mon, 28 Mar 2022 18:32:02

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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oh, those loving “sibling” arguments, gotta love ‘em. i hope you liked this chapter!! AND IM STILL COCKBLOCKING THESE POOR BBS?! HOW CRUEL OF ME?! mwahaha

besties, i had the best week of my life!! i spend all of spring break in NYC with both old and new friends. i’ve never felt so refreshed after a trip. i was hoping to see dylan there but that mf has covid THE AUDACITY

Mon, 21 Mar 2022 18:41:00

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.

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“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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AHHH, I’M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE WITH SEASON TWO! not me avoiding all of my responsibilities to write this shit but i literally love witchy y/n. and i love y/n and stiles’ relationship. poor babies just wanna lose their damn v card but i won’t let them

Mon, 14 Mar 2022 17:01:43

Chapter 2

S2 Episode Two

SUMMARY: With the discovery of a new werewolf on the day of a full moon, the pack plans on saving Isaac from himself, the hunters, and the cops. Y/N asks Stiles about her fake-date plan.

WORD COUNT:

TW: talking about sex, suggestive language

“So Scott and I were talking and thought of a plan,” You smiled as you unwrapped the towel in your hair and entered Stiles’ room wearing his clothes. His jaw dropped slightly at the sight of you. There were a few of his shirts he never wore because of the simple that they were too baggy on him. On you though, they seemed to fall off of your body in the perfect way. Today you opted for an old graphic t-shirt with a pair of your shorts. This was indeed a sight he could get used to. “And you’re zoned out. Earth to Stiles!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you said,” He replied, looking you up and down. “Damn, you look so good when you wear my shirt. What were you saying? A plan?”

“Yeah,” You giggled as you grabbed a brush from your bag and running it through your damp locks. “So you know how he’s got Argent on his ass and he can’t hang out with Allison? And my mom basically is banning me from seeing you. What if Scott and I pretended to be a couple so that we could all spend more time with our significant others? I told him I’d run it past you before we agreed to anything.”

“I.. Y/N, I don’t know,” He sighed. “I don’t really feel comfortable with that.”

“Okay, no biggie,” You smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek. He grinned at your easy-going personality, silently thanking you for not asking any more questions as he climbed into his bed. The last thing he wanted to do was act like a jealous douche bag. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Scott really surprises me with his stupid plans sometimes,” Stiles chuckled, making you pause. “… That was his plan, right?”

“Yeah! Yup, you know Scott with his.. dumb plans,” You muttered, making Stiles laugh while mentally cursing yourself for lying.

“So dumb! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but damn it’s like sometimes he forgets that we’re people with feelings or something. Anyways are you ready for bed?” He grinned, scooting over to his side of the bed and holding the blanket open for you.

“Yeah,” You smiled as the guilt began settling in your stomach from your dishonesty. You thought about telling him as you turned off the lights and again when crawled in with him, but by the time you worked enough courage, he changed the conversation completely. You both talked about nothing and everything for an hour in each other’s arms. What harm could come from a small white lie anyways?

“Your shampoo is literally the best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life,” He breathed into your fragrant hair, making you laugh. “Seriously! It’s heavenly.”

“I actually feel the same about yours.”

“You picked mine out.”

“Yeah, hence why it smells so good,” You shrugged, making him chuckle. You readjusted next to him, facing him as you spoke. “I really like your cologne too. Before we were dating, I remember-”

“Come back,” He pouted, holding his arms open.

“I’m comfier over here!” You argued with a smile.

“Okay and?” He furrowed his brows and waved his arms around as if to tell you to come back anyway. “Come on! I can’t fall asleep when you’re not on my chest!”

“I have a solution. Face the wall,” You began, making him scoff.

“Okay,rude!” He shouted before turning around with sass. You giggled before scooting up behind him and wrapping your arm around him. “I’m not going to be able to sleep like this.”

“Let’s just try it!” You rolled your eyes. “I like hugging you.”

“You can hug me from my chest,” He yawned. And within a couple of minutes, he fell asleep. It was the first time he’d ever fallen asleep before you, making you smile. Not going to be able to sleep your ass.

You snuggled into his back, kissing the back of his neck and breathing in his scent. The sound of his breathing soothed you like the crashing waves on a beach. You loved hearing his sleepy groans and mumbles as he slept, though it was rare for you to be awake to experience it.

“Goodnight. I love you,” You whispered, not expecting an answer.

“Mm love you too,” He grumbled in his sleep, putting his arm around the one you wrapped around him. You smiled; even in his sleep, he was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

———

“Alright, show’s over, assholes,” You called as you walked up to Lydia and Allison who stood frozen under the crowd’s gaze. Everyone stared at Lydia in silence, judging her for the naked hiatus she took in the woods. Suddenly, their eyes all shifted to you, making you roll yours. “Go!”

And just like that, everyone scattered, looking back as they walked away. You smiled and looked back at Lydia.

“I was gone for a few days and now you’re the queen bee, huh?” She teased.

“Oh, hell no. Just keeping your seat warm on the throne is all,” You smiled, making her laugh. “Now, let’s get to class, yeah?”

“And to think, you were this shy, insecure little thing when I found you! I think my job is done. You can dress, walk the walk and now you can talk the talk! I’m so proud of myself!” She grinned before walking away, leaving you and Allison standing at the doorway.

“Gee, thanks, Y/N,” You muttered, making Allison laugh. “You’re such a good friend. Thank you for shooing everyone away!”

“Oh,please,” Allison laughed, wrapping her arm around you. “You didn’t actually expect a thank you from her, did you? She’s back and as cool as ever again.”

“Yay us,” You grumbled, making her throw her head back in laughter as you walked towards your lockers. “So, how are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked.”

“Things are really good actually,” She blushed. You furrowed your brows and smiled. “Like so good.”

“NO WAY!” You squealed. “NO FUCKING WAY!”

“Shh!!” She giggled, pulling you aside at your locker. “Yes way! Scott and I finally.. you know..”

“Youfucked!” You grinned. “Finally!”

“What do you mean finally?” She tilted her head.

“Scott was so mad at me for basically sharing all of my firsts on the same day as him. First kiss, first I love you- you name it. We basically had the exact same milestones as you guys. He made us swear to wait until he lost his so we could lose ours,” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous!” Allison laughed. “Technically, we did it after midnight so you could lose yours tonight as a fuck you. Figuratively and literally.”

“I’m actually a little nervous,” You admitted as you messed with the lock on your locker and opened it. You continued to speak as you took things out of your bag and organized them neatly in your shelves. “What’s it like? Does it hurt? Is it awkward?”

“A little bit at first. You have to make sure to like… warm up, if you get what I mean. It’s not bad though. It’s actually a lot of fun,” She bit on her pointer finger, remembering the events from the previous night. “And it’s not awkward. It was really sweet actually. Are you having second thoughts or something?”

“No!God, no. He’s great! It’s just.. losing your virginity seems like such a big deal. I’m just excited to get the first time over with,” You grumbled.

“Don’t think like that! It’s really not that big of a deal at all. It’s just a label. But make sure to savor it and be safe. It’ll definitely be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life so might as well make it sweet,” She smiled, hugging you from behind. “Just don’t tell Lydia about it.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” You said before the two of you erupted into giggles and walked to class.

———

“He’s playing goalie? But he hates goalie,” Allison furrowed her brows. You looked up from your book to see him jogging towards the goal. “What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know actually,” You responded, looking over at Stiles. His features were decorated in concern, eyes locked on his best friend. You placed a bookmark in the novel you were reading and put it in your bag before leaning against Allison. “Something’s wrong. Look at Stiles.”

“He always looks like that.”

“Okay, well he’s shifting his weight and playing with his hands. That’s a dead giveaway that- what the fuck?!” You gasped as Scott ran from the goal and tackled the first guy in line. “Did he just sniff him?”

“Yeah, it looks like it,” She leaned forward in concern. “Scott, what are you doing?..”

Scott looked up from the field before running back to his position. The two of you watched as he proceeded to repeat his actions with everyone in line until Jackson walked off, making you narrow your eyes in suspense. You recognized the next player as Isaac Lahey. He and Scott took off running and tried to tackle one another, resulting in them falling to the ground. Isaac landed on all fours and looked up at Scott, reminding you of how Scott practiced and played when he first turned.

“Oh my god,” You whispered. “Al, I think-”

“The cops are here,” Allison interrupted, pointing to your left. You looked over and, sure enough, a group of policemen walked over to Isaac, taking him away. The lacrosse team watched as they walked him off.

“Watch my stuff?” You looked over at Allison, earning a nod before you walked down the bleachers and made your way to the boys. “What the hell is going on?”

“I saw his eyes glow,” Scott leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. “I thought I sensed another werewolf in the locker room earlier so Stiles asked Coach if I could play goalie.”

“That explains the tackling,” You mumbled sarcastically.

“His father’s dead. They think he was murdered.”

“Are they saying he’s a suspect?” Stiles asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” Scott responded as you all looked over again.

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours,” Stiles responded.

“Like overnight?”

“During the full moon,” You breathed.

“How good are those things at holding people?”

“People? Good,” Stiles looked over at Scott. “Werewolves? Probably not that good.”

“Stiles, remember when I said I don’t have the urge to maim and kill?”

“Yeah?”

“He does.”

“Alright, ass wipes. Enough staring! Back to practice!”

———

The three of you sat in Mr. Harris’ class and spoke more about the previous events, trying to figure out if the Sheriff’s Department could hold Lahey or not.

“I don’t think they can do that. Well, not unless they have solid evidence,” You responded to Scott.

“Or a witness,” Stiles’ eyes widened. “Wait.. Danny. Where’s Jackson?”

“Principal’s office. Talking to your dad,” The dark-haired boy responded.

“What? Why?!”

“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?”

“A witness,” Stiles looked back at you. “We’ve got to get to the principal’s office.”

“One step ahead of you,” You said, crumbling up a piece of paper and launching it at Mr. Harris’ head, causing the class to erupt in laughter.

“Who in the hell did that?” He growled, turning around. The three of you pointed at one another, earning a spot in the principal’s lineup. You all walked to his office and took a seat, looking in as Scott listened to the conversation. The sheriff walked out of the office and looked over at the three of you. Stiles quickly pulled up a magazine to his face in an effort to hide.

“Hi, Scott. Hey, Y/N,” He greeted his son’s friends before shooting his son a look of annoyance. You both waved as he walked away.

“Nice playoff,” You deadpanned, taking the magazine out of Stiles’ hands.

“Hey, give that back! I was actually reading about the Mets-”

“You three. Come on in,” A voice said from beside you. You all looked over to see Gerard standing before you.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” He read off of a file. “Beacon Hill’s smartest student. Very involved in the community; honor society, student council, writer’s club, and you still find time to volunteer. I see you’ve been lacking a bit. You haven’t logged many hours in a few weeks.”

“My parents divorced and I had to pick up shifts at the clinic,” You explained, not straying too far from the truth.

“That’s a shame. Sorry to hear about that,” He said unsympathetically. “Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.”

“Oh, actually I’m already-”

“Hold on. McCall,” Gerard held up a finger. “You’re the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.”

“We were dating but not anymore. Not dating. We broke up. I’m actually in a new relationship,” He said, taking your hand. You and Stiles looked over in annoyance at your stumbling mess of a friend. “With Y/N. We’re dating now.”

“We are?” You asked, getting a look from Scott. “I didn’t know we’re official. Uh, yeah, yeah.. We’re dating now.”

“Childhood friends. It was bound to happen,” Scott shrugged. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

It took everything inside of you not to gag at the way he called you babe without any sort of irony. You swallowed and nodded.

Stiles scoffed before you kicked his ankle. “Sorry. I’m still bitter about that. I liked her too.”

The new principal chuckled before looking back at Scott.

“Well, that’s too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me,” Gerard smiled before looking away. You yanked your hand from Scott’s and shot him a look. “Now listen guys- Yes, I am the principal but I really don’t want you to think of me as the enemy.”

“Is that so?” Stiles asked sarcastically, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.”

You looked over and Scott and realized he was looking past you. You looked to your right in time to catch Stiles’ gaze. He looked around at all of you before his jaw dropped.

“I threw the-” You began.

“No, I got it!” He flailed his arms. “I’ll go..”

——

“Stiles!” Scott called after his best friend who marched away. “Dude, I’m sorry! I freaked out! Y/N brought up the idea and Allison gave the okay so I assumed-”

“But I didn’t!” He stopped, turning back to Scott. “She asked me and I told her I wasn’t comfortable with it! Of course you assumed. You always do!”

“Stiles, I’m sorry-”

“Youalways are, dude! You never ask for permission. You always beg for forgiveness! I’m so tired of you just jumping into your own plan- … Wait, Y/N came up with the idea?”

Your eyes widened as he looked over at you.

“Did I say Y/N? No, it was my idea. That was all on me-”

“NO, Scott, it’s okay. Yeah, I did,” You confirmed, looking at your boyfriend. His face dropped, no longer showing an ounce of anger. He was hurt. “I just.. figured it’d be a good way around my mom’s strict rules so I could spend more time with you. But then you turned it down so I didn’t talk about it again.”

“Why would you-.. You told me it was Scott’s- You know what? Never mind,” He scoffed and walked off.

“Sti!” You began to walk after him before Scott held his arm out, preventing you from chasing after him. “What are you doing? I need to go after him.”

“He needs to cool down,” He shook his head. “Or else he’ll say something he doesn’t mean. Just give it an hour, okay? The conversation will still be there.”

“You’re right,” You hesitated. “God, it feels awful to hurt his feelings.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott sighed, looking over his shoulder to see Stiles walk around a corner. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch, yeah?”

———

“Hey, you want me to wait on you, or should I catch another ride?” You asked as Stiles closed his locker after school.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be. It’d probably be best if you got another right,” He sighed. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. He genuinely didn’t know how long detention would run. Not to mention, his feelings were still hurt. His stomach dropped at the sight of you. Though it was a small lie, he couldn’t help but fear the possibility of his best friend developing feelings for the girl he loved wholeheartedly while in this fake relationship. After all, it hadn’t even been a full year since Scott got over his little crush. What if it came back?

“Stiles, can we just talk about this? I’m so s-”

“I have to get to detention, Y/N,” He shook his head before walking off. He was never one to be vulnerable, let alone when he was hurt. You thought you’d seen him open up more towards you but seeing him dismiss you made you think your relationship just took a step back.

You sighed. You weren’t expecting this reaction. He was genuinely hurt, and you could understand why; you lied. You’d be offended too considering a lot of your relationship was built on always telling the truth. It made you nervous, the impact of a small lie.

You’d recently learned more about the Delvoux family and kept it hidden from everyone, including Stiles. The powers developed in certain generations of the family. Those with magical abilities were often cursed; many of them went crazy. Of those, almost every single one either committed suicide or a heinous crime. Magic was a hard thing to control, and it often was the one doing the controlling. The stronger the witch and the more magic she used, the higher the risk was.

You didn’t say anything because the chances of having any sort of magical abilities were slim. It wasn’t until you started feeling tingling in your fingers and predicting events that it hit you; you had the ability. You thought you had it under control, but the magic kept finding you. Predictions came naturally. Not only that, but your intelligence was another form of magic in and of itself. Perfect grades regardless of the lack of studying, being able to understand even the hardest of topics, figuring out perfect plans for the pack to use during trying times; it was all your bloodline’s gift. Truth be told, you had no idea how long you’d been using magic to ace exams and focus on your studies.

“Hey,” Allison spoke, bringing you out of your deep thoughts. “I heard about Stiles. Are you okay?”

“Scott told you?” You sighed, adjusting your backpack.

“Yeah. I almost didn’t believe it until I saw him walk past me a minute ago,” She nodded. “How are you holding up?”

“Oh, I’m fantastic,” You smiled sarcastically, making her laugh.

“Wanna come over? We can get our minds off of our relationships and just watch a movie or something,” She offered. You hesitated before realizing that was actually exactly what you wanted to do and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go! I’ll let you pick the movie.”

You walked out to her car and made a quick stop by the video store, opting for the movie Inception. You also dropped by the store and picked out a few snacks for the movie, laughing and joking the whole time. She really had a way of cheering you up in your worst times.

After returning home, you greeted her parents. You knew they were skeptical of you, being Scott’s friend and all, but they smiled and treated you with nothing but kindness. You sat down at the dinner table after your movie and made them all laugh with your goofy stories and sweet disposition.

“Let’s go to my room and study!” Allison giggled, pulling you away from her mother and running up towards the stairs. She almost ran into a man dressed as a cop, apologizing as she moved aside. You caught glimpse of a small wooden container with a wolfsbane flower engraved on the top and froze. She gave you a look of concern before being summoned into her father’s office. “Go ahead. I’ll be right up to tell you everything.”

“Okay,” You nodded, jogging up to her room. It was only a few minutes before she opened her door with urgency and made her way to you.

“We need to do something about Isaac. Like right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out-”

“I saw that! I’m assuming they’re sending him to Isaac?” You sighed. “He was carrying a box with wolfsbane in it. I could tell from the top because it was carved on top.”

“Wolfsbane?”

“Yeah, it’s toxic to the werewolves. I think they’re gonna-”

You stopped at the sound of your phone going off. You looked up at Allison before grabbing and answering it.

“Hello?” You hesitated.

“Hey, sorry. Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. He had my phone the whole fucking time!” Stiles’ voice echoed into your ear, making you frown. You could tell by his tone that he was still angry.

“It’s cool. Look, we have a bigger problem on our hands. I’m with Allison and her dad just sent a guy dressed as a sheriff’s deputy to the station for Isaac,” You explained. “He was carrying a box of wolfsbane with him.”

“Oh my god. They’re gonna kill him,” Stiles said. “Okay, okay, what’s the plan?”

“Um..” You trailed off.

“You don’t have a plan?!”

“Doyou?” You rebutted. “I just found out about this literally five seconds ago!”

“Okay, uh, you and Allison follow that guy to the station. Slow him down, alright? I’ll meet you there,” Stiles scrambled for the words as he conceived the plan on the spot. “See, now that wasn’t too hard was it?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Bye … Allison, let’s get in your car. I’ll explain everything on the way.”

You both ran downstairs and hopped in her car before speeding off. You quickly filled her in on the plan and within a few minutes, you had the man on the ground screaming with an arrow in his leg.

“Nice!” You whispered, making her smile. “If things don’t work out with Scott, just know I’m next in line.”

“Noted,” She chuckled. “I’ll keep the spot reserved for you.”

You laughed as you both ran away to get some distance. Once you felt safe, you picked up your phone and dialed your boyfriend.

“Hey, did you slow him down?” Stiles answered.

“You could say that,” You let out a breathy chuckle as you looked at Allison.

“Alright, well, uh, I’m headed to the station right now.”

“Where’s Scott?” Allison chimed in, leaning against your head to hear the conversation.

“Isaac’s.”

“Does he have a plan?” She followed up.

“Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we don’t really have time to come up with anything better,” Stiles huffed.

“I have to go find him,” Allison said.

“Oh, that’s not a very good idea either,” Your eyes widened.

“No! That’s a really stupid idea actually!” Stiles cried. “Stay at the station. It’s safer there. He should be going all out werewolf right about now.”

“Let’s split up,” Allison brushed off. “You stay here. I’m only a phone call away and Stiles is on the way.”

“Allison!” Stiles shouted. “Al, listen to me! You’re safer as a group! Stay with-”

“She’s gone,” You sighed. “Fuck! What am I supposed to do here? What’s Scott’s plan?”

“This wasn’t a part of it,” Stiles squeaked. “I’m picking up Derek right now, okay? Hide. I’ll be right there. And Y/N!”

“What?”

“Just.. be careful, alright? I’m still pissed but I really don’t know what I would do without you so just stay safe,” He lowered his tone.

“You too,” You smiled softly. “Take a breath. We got this, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks. I love you, bye!”

You sat in an alleyway and watched as people entered and exited the sheriff’s station. You kept your eyes peeled for anyone with a limp. Time seemed to fly by now that you finally heard him say he loved you. Ever since your lab earlier, you felt anxiety swell in the pit of your stomach that begged to know just how badly you screwed up. His tone cleared it all up; this was simply argument. Nothing catastrophic.

Just as your mind began to wander back to the thoughts and secrets of your bloodline, you saw a familiar baby blue Jeep pull up. You smiled and jogged up to it before tapping on the passenger’s window.

“Would you please tell this person of interest that going in there as a distraction isn’t the best idea?” Stiles flailed his arms.

“I’m an innocent person of interest!”

“You?!” Stiles laughed. “Yeah, right!”

“Going back to your question, it depends on the distraction,” You shrugged. “If you flirt, you’re golden. It’s the new deputy and she drops everything at the opportunity to get her dick wet.”

“She has a dick?” Derek raised his brows

“I don’t know! It’s just an expression,” You chuckled.

“You’re only saying that because you hate her,” Stiles deadpanned. “She doesn’t drop everything for male validation. She just happened to have flirted with me in front of Y/N.”

“No. I might not like her but I’m just saying the truth,” You argued.

“Oh, so now she’s capable of telling the truth!” He gasped.

“Stiles, refer to me in the third person again and I will do this by myself,” You huffed.

You opened Derek’s door and motioned him to walk in front of you before following close behind. You and Stiles waited for him to capture her full attention before sneaking in behind them. Stiles led the way to his father’s office, typing in the code to a small safe. When he opened it, there was nothing in there.

“Oh, no..” He mumbled, making you peak over his shoulder before you looked at one another and took off running. You looked through the hallways and whipped a quick right to run into a cop. “Oh, uh, just looking for..”

You both looked down at the man’s leg to see it was impaled with an arrow. “Oh shit..”

He held out a gun and pushed the two of you in front of him, herding you to the holding cells. You saw Stiles trip beside you and took the opportunity to yank the fire alarm. The man’s eyes lit up with anger before shoving you with force into the room. You stumbled and fell backward into the open cell.

“That’s not good,” You muttered, pausing to look around for the feral werewolf that loomed in the room. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him in the corner, he launched his body into that of the faux cop. He stumbled back before trying to fight back. His hand was quickly caught and bent to an ungodly angle. You took the opportunity to run towards your boyfriend, checking him for any scrapes before looking back once again.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding your face in his hands. You nodded before seeing a figure appear at the doorway.

Derek entered the room and stomped on the vile of wolfsbane before calmly looking up at Isaac. Your eyes widened in fear when his eyes shifted to your boyfriend; the intention of maiming in killing was certainly clear now.

In the midst of the chaos, you lowered your jaw and felt yourself give him a deadly look. Isaac approached with a similar look until he caught your gaze. He froze, making the men in the room look towards you as well.

“Back.Off,” You ordered with an authoritative voice. Isaac simply stared at you, the look of horror slowly arising. “GET THE FUCK BACK!”

He stumbled back with utter terror, falling back into the wall behind him and curling into a ball. You heard his whimpers and breathed out a sigh of relief before looking back at Stiles. His lips parted in amazement.

“How did you do that?” He breathed.

“Peter was right,” Derek spoke up in disbelief. “You’re a Delvoux.”

He quickly gathered his beta before fleeing the scene, leaving you and Stiles in the room alone with the unconscious man on the opposite of the room. Stiles got up and offered you a hand.

“So what else are you hiding from me?” He furrowed his brows. “You gonna cast a spell of forgiveness next?”

“Wha- I didn’t even know I could do that!” You argued, making him scoff.

“I don’t even know what to believe anymore,” He grumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Stilinski?!” You shouted. “This is the thanks I get for saving your life? Yes, I lied. And I’m so sorry. Truly. You have to know how guilty I’ve felt about hiding this from you. But you don’t get a free pass into every bit of information about my life just because your my boyfriend!”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I never asked that from you! All I ask is for the truth. If you’re not ready to talk about something, then fucking tell me that! I won’t push you to talk about anything but I feel like a boyfriend should know when his girlfriend is going through something. I’m fed up with your secrecy!” He shouted. “You had no right to tell me your little dating plan was Scott’s idea!”

“You’re right, Stiles. That one is completely on me, okay? And I won’t ever do that again. I’m sorry I hurt you,” You lowered your tone, but anger dripped from your following words. “But this whole Delvoux thing?! I’m hiding most of it to protect you because I would assume you wouldn’t want to know that it’s a fucking curse!”

“A curse?” He blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

You stayed silent and looked away.

“Look, I get that you don’t wanna talk about it but don’t hold back on my account. I can handle the-”

“Stiles?” You heard a voice from the doorway, making your boyfriend look towards his father. You sighed, holding back tears from the argument. “Y/N, wait in the lobby. Stiles, come with me.”

You nodded and walked past the group of deputies, towards the lobby. You could hear the inaudible shouting from his office and closed your eyes, wishing this would all just stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into your pillow and cry away the hopeless feeling that sank into the pit of your stomach. You placed your head on your hands to hide the tears that refused to stay in your eyes, not knowing how much time passed before you felt a familiar presence in front of you.

“Hey,” Stiles spoke softly. You remained in your position, not wanting to show your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. “Can we talk in the Jeep?”

You sighed and nodded before grabbing your backpack and standing up, not daring to look at his sympathetic gaze. You walked out in front of him, seeing his hand move past you to open the door. He repeated the usual act when you got to his Jeep. You hopped in and wiped your cheeks as he jogged over.

“I’m sorry,” You began. “I’m sorry for not telling the truth and for hurting you. It was never my intention. You didn’t deserve that, Sti. I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” He nodded. “I’m sorry for acting so childish. I don’t think I would’ve been so mad had Scott not said you were his earlier. I was acting out of jealousy and you didn’t deserve that either. It’s okay that you hid some stuff from me and that you lied. I get it. And you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Just know I’m here for you if you want to.”

“I feel like I’ve been on the verge of a mental breakdown from not telling you everything. I think you should know,” You sighed, swallowing the knot in your throat. You proceeded to tell him everything; the magic, the way you mindlessly used it for your intelligence, the effect it might have on you and it being the reason you’ve been so hesitant about looking into it.. You didn’t want to accidentally use more magic. He listened intently while rubbing his hand on your thigh.

“We’ll find a way,” He reassured. “We always do.”

“I don’t know, Stiles,” Your voice finally broke. “I don’t think we will this time. I’m so scared.”

“Hey, come here,” He whispered, pulling you into his embrace. “I will find a way around this if it’s the last thing I do, okay? You’re going to be okay. You have my word. And I’ll stick it through with you no matter what.”

He held you tightly as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder, rubbing your back for the few minutes you allowed yourself to cry it all out. Once your breathing finally regulated, you leaned back again.

“I don’t know how I would do this without you. I love you so much,” You laughed, wiping the final tears from your face using the sleeve of your shirt. “It actually hurts sometimes.”

“God, I feel that in my soul,” He chuckled, reaching over to wipe your cheek with his thumb. “Love sucks. No one ever tells you how bad you feel when you hurt the person you love. Or how your chest literally feels like it’s going to explode when they fall asleep on it.”

“It sucks so bad,” You giggled, making him smile. “I don’t even wanna imagine what heartbreak is like.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on ever feeling it with you,” He admitted. “I refuse. You’re just stuck with me I guess.”

“I’m okay with that,” You looked into his eyes. “I’m still sorry.”

“It’s okay! It’s okay! All is forgiven,” He laughed. “Just please don’t cry again because holy shit I feel like I just got punched in the gut.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t cry again,” You smiled. He returned the facial expression, looking at you with utter admiration. “So you were jealous, huh?”

“Oh my god. So fucking jealous!” He said, making you laugh again. “Like I was fully prepared to just like punch him and surround myself in mountain ash.”

“If it makes you feel better, there’s nothing to be jealous about,” You put your hand on the side of his neck.

“Oh?” He raised his brows. “Why’s that?”

“Because I am so, completely, and utterly yours. I don’t think anyone could compare to you. You’re like the best boyfriend ever. I mean, you’re hot, nice, smart, and hot and funny and caring, oh and did I mention hot?!” You grinned as he threw his head back in laughter before scrunching your nose. “Also, Scott?! EW! Bleh! Hell no! I really do see him like a brother so that’s just fucking gross!”

“Thank God,” He leaned back and sighed in relief. You took his hand in yours and took in his features, still not quite believing he was yours. “I love you.”

“I love you more, dumbass,” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Hey, my mom’s working the late shift. You mind if I stay the night?”

“I was just about to ask you actually,” He chuckled. “Yes, please stay the night!”

“Okay, I’ll definitely make it all up to you tonight,” You said, a little more seductive than you anticipated. His eyes widened in response. “Let’s go.”

“H-hold up,” He stuttered. “Wait, wait, wait. What? Tonight?!”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We just got into an argument so I totally understand if don’t want to-” You blushed.

“NO! I mean, uh,” He squeaked before clearing his throat and speaking in a deeper tone. “No, I definitely want to. But didn’t we promise Scott not to until he..?”

“He did it last night,” You smiled. “So?”

He looked at you with wide eyes and lips parted before clumsily fumbling to start the car and speeding off. You laughed at his urgency and the grin that painted his features. “This is gonna be awesome.”

EPISODE THREE ->

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Before, I continue with my regularly formatted, goofy A/N, I want to talk about something first. The War in Ukraine..

My heart goes out to Ukraine and those oppressed under the Russian regime. My soul feels heavy knowing about the horrors going on in their country. Innocent people and children are dying because of a mentally unstable facist’s pride. I stand with Ukraine and their heroic fight for democracy. I have never felt such pride as I do seeing these people fight for their freedom and livelihoods. They are truly the definition of heroes. If you want to donate, please visit this website. It will provide you with multiple organizations and charities that you can donate to.

Now back to your regularly scheduled, dumb ass A/N. I’ve had written for a couple of weeks now.

A/N:Sorry y’all. You know me, I’m a SLUT for some angst. Can’t have a relationship without an argument from time to time. I just have a feeling Stiles is like super petty as a way to hide his vulnerable side before he comes to his senses and apologizes. I promise he’ll get better at handling his emotions, he’s just ✨traumatized✨. I feel like he needs Y/N’s divine feminine energy to really get in touch with that side of himself. Anyways, I’m ranting now. SERIOUSLY HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE WITH THE SERIES RN OMG.

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Mon, 07 Mar 2022 18:31:51

To Fall for a Friend

SEASONTwo

Stiles x Reader

Y/N gets incorporated episode by episode into Teen Wolf

The life Y/N once knew is completely gone. Her parents are divorced, her best friend finally comes to grips with being a werewolf, and the boy she had a crush on is now hers. Suddenly, her best friend goes missing and the pack is on a new hunt; find the new werewolf that is wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills. She now faces newly found powers, afraid of what it might mean for her ultimate wellbeing.

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Mon, 28 Feb 2022 13:33:06

Chapter 1

S2 Episode One

SUMMARY: Y/N discovers more about what Peter told her the night he died, choosing to keep some facts hidden. Lydia goes missing and the pack commences a full on search for the potential new werewolf.

WORD COUNT: 4670

TW: none besides the usual cursing lol :)

“Come back to bed,” You boyfriend whined, throwing his favorite pillow at you. You laughed and twirled in his desk chair to face him, only to notice he was already under the covers. “You didn’t come with us to look for Lydia and now you won’t even come to bed!”

“Okay, you say that like I had an option. My mom’s got me on strict house arrest ever since she found you in my room the other night. Also I think I found something,” You smiled before throwing back the pillow, making him groan. You’ve been actively scouring the internet for answers since the last conversation with Peter, especially now that you had a disgusting amount free time with your century-long grounding. Luckily, your mom typically worked the late night shifts so you were able to sneak Stiles in at midnight on most nights. “Can I just read this to you before we go to sleep? I’ll make it quick.”

“Nope,” He said nonchalantly. “Bed. Sleep. Now. We have to wake up early tomorrow and it’s already-”

“2:00 AM, I know,” You pouted, knowing it was his kryptonite. “Pleaseee.”

You heard a sigh and the creak of his bed before feeling his presence behind you after you twirled back to the computer. He crouched down and pressed his lips to your neck, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Fine. What did you find?” He asked, voice muffled into your hair. “You have five minutes to explain before I pick your ass up and take you to bed.”

“It says here that the Delvoux family was believed to be a long line of mages from France-”

“A mage?” Stiles perked up. “Isn’t that a witch?”

“Yeah, kinda! But anyways-“

“Does that mean you can cast spells and use magic?” He looked over at you with an excited look. “Because that would be awesome.”

“I doubt it but let me finish,” You laughed before kissing his cheek and reading on. “It says here that the Delvoux are infamously known for casting a spell on the Rowan tree in 1598, giving it the ability to scare off evil beings and create barriers against the supernatural.”

“Like wolfsbane?” He asked, pulling up another chair to sit next to you. He leaned forward to read on, staying silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned the page. “Wait, the Delvoux family created Mountain Ash?!”

“That’s not even the craziest part!” You scrolled down. “Listen to this, their descendants’ blood is said to be laced in mountain ash.”

“Okay so what does that mean?”

“It means, I’m basically untouchable by the supernatural,” Your tone was laced in excitement as you took off into another rant. “Well, kind of. My blood acts more like wolfsbane-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles stopped you. “How do you even know you’re a Delvoux? He could’ve just been saying this to put you in danger.”

“Apparently during the Salem witch trials, the Delvoux family was forced to change their surname in order to protect themselves,” You explained before looking over at him. “Stiles, they changed their name to Y/L/N.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“You think your Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail?” He joked.

“Fuck off,” You playfully shoved him, making him chuckle. “Read the second paragraph from the bottom.”

You watched as he subconsciously moved his lips as he read along, squinting ever so slightly to look at the small text before opting to read out loud.

“The Delvoux descendants’ blood is known to be poisonous to supernatural beings. If enough blood is shed, it’ll paralyze and eventually kill the attacker?!” He looked over at you. You nodded. “In very rare cases, those who have managed to spill a lethal amount of fresh Delvoux blood are cured. They no longer possess any sort of supernatural abilities and are by all accounts human.”

“So if a supernatural being manages to kill me, and somehow my blood doesn’t kill them, they’re cured,” You summed up.

“Yes, thank you, Sherlock,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I got it the first time.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” You giggled. “There’s a way to test if I really am one.”

“How?” He questioned. You smirked. “Oh god. Is it bad?”

———

“What do you mean you want a drop of my blood?” Scott furrowed his brows as he closed his locker. “No! That’s so fucking weird. Even for you.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked carefully.

“I already told you! A science experiment.”

“I can literally hear your heart speed up, dumbass. What’s the real reason?” He turned to walk toward the parking lot.

“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” You smiled sweetly. He scoffed and walked off. “Scott! Please! I-.. Ooh! I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“A month,” He turned around.

“Two weeks,” You bargained.

“And you have to clean my room tonight,” He raised his brow.

“Deal,” You stuck out your hand. He reluctantly shook it. “Anyways, how’re things going with the secret girlfriend, lover boy?”

“Shh! Keep it down, would you?“ He hissed before frantically looking around. “How did you know?”

“No one! I figured it out on my own,” You said. “I saw you sneak into a classroom together the other day.”

“It was Stiles, wasn’t it?” He deadpanned.

“You know, I don’t appreciate the whole listening to my heartbeat thing,” You scowled. “But in his defense, he didn’t tell me about it until last night when I asked, and I had to beg him to tell me. I’m only asking because I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that went down with her dad.”

“Oh,” He responded softly. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for asking. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep it under wraps.”

“So you told Stiles?” You chuckled.

“No, he actually did see us sneak into a classroom,” Scott laughed. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

“GUYS!” Stiles squeaked as he ran over to the two of you, practically shoving people out of the way as he approached. “I think I have something about the Lydia case! My dad told me that there was a grave robbery last night. Get this, normally they steal jewelry. Last night, they stole a dead lady’s liver.”

“She ate the liver?” Scott’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“No, I didn’t say she ate it. I just said it was missing,” Stiles shook his head. “And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a dead woman’s liver,” Your face scrunched up in disgust.

“I never ate anyone’s liver,” Scott challenged.

“Yeah, right, ‘cause when it comes to werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control,” Stiles muttered. You walked behind them and almost ran into him with the way he came to a stop. “Actually, wait- hold on. You’re the test case for this so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

“Oh, I bet I can answer this one,” You finally spoke up with a smirk. They both looked at you. “Allison. He couldn’t stay away from her. Hell, he still can’t.”

“She’s right,” Scott shrugged.

“Allison. Okay, nothing else? Seriously?” He groaned.

“Nothing else mattered,” Scott confessed.

“Maybe we can start with Jackson?” You offered. “She was looking for him all night. And she never stops talking about him. It’s gotta be him. Maybe you guys can catch him in the locker room and talk to him.”

“Like he’ll wanna talk to us,” Scott huffed.

“Okay, then threaten him,” You said simply, earning two very amused smiles. “What? It worked last time.”

“That’s my girl!” Stiles praised, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your arm with pride.

“Jesus Christ. You’re rubbing off on her, dude,” Scott laughed before turning to walk into the school.

“Oh my god. Take that back!” You called, making Stiles use the hand he previously held up to playfully and gently shove you. “I’m kidding! Aww, Stiles don’t walk away. I was joking!”

————

“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris’ voice boomed through the room, making you jump. You turned to look over at your boyfriend on the other side of the room who stared at the teacher with wide eyes. “If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle quietly.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently,” Mr. Harris said. “I’ll see you at 3:00 for detention.”

Your jaw dropped as you caught Scott’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. McCall. Miss Y/L/N. Look over again and you’ll be joining him.”

“Yes, sir,” Scott mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your quiz, mentally cursing out the teacher that had a personal vendetta against Stiles. You knew he was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s previous accusations against his son. You looked up once more to see your friend group working vigilantly on the quiz before beginning your own. You were about halfway through when you noticed someone in the corner of your eyes stand up. You looked over and saw Jackson holding his nose before running out of the room. The teacher shot Danny a questioning look.

“Nose bleed,” He responded.

“Oh, no problem. Continue your quizzes, class. Remember, this is timed!”

————

“You coming to the funeral?” Scott asked as you walked out of the school with him.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to go because of Allison’s dad?” You furrowed your brow.

“Has he ever stopped us from doing anything?” He smirked.

“Yeah,” You deadpanned. “Like a lot of things actually.”

“No, we just found new ways of doing them!” Scott rolled his eyes. “You think you can sneak out of the house to come?”

You sighed and looked over at your mom’s car before looking back at Scott.

“I don’t know. That woman is currently reigning with an iron fist. She’s been watching me like a hawk since she caught Stiles sleeping in my bed the other day,” You shook your head. “I’ll try but no promises.”

“Let me talk to her,” He smiled before marching over to the vehicle.

“Scott, wait! I don’t think it’s a very good idea to ask her!” You chased after him before he turned over his shoulder and took off into a sprint. “SCOTT I SWEAR TO-“

“Hey, Scotty!“ Your mother greeted as she opened her window.

“Hi, Y/M/N! How are you?“ He smiled as you caught up to him.

“Good,” She narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no to whatever you were gonna ask. She’s grounded.”

“It’s just to Kate’s funeral. We’re getting Allison’s friends together for emotional support,” He explained. “I’ll have her back home as soon as it’s done!”

“Now why couldn’t have you just dated Scott?” She looked over at you. “See, he’s a respectful and thoughtful young man! I know damn well he wouldn’t be lingering in your bed at a questionable hour of the night. If Stiles abided by Scott’s moral code, maybe you wouldn’t be grounded right now.”

You shot her a look of annoyance and bit your tongue, not wanting to say anything that might upset her. Scott shifted uncomfortably at the tense silence.

“I’ll think about it,” She finally said.

“Thank you,” Scott smiled. “I gotta go get ready, but, uh, just shoot me a text if you wanna walk there together.”

“Yeah, will do,” You pursed your lips before he walked off. You walked over to the passenger’s side, threw your backpack in the back, and got in.

“No smart remark? You must really wanna go,” Your mom said as she put the car in drive. “Scott’s single now, right?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s single,” You lied.

“I might even consider ungrounding you if you broke up with your boyfriend and went on a date with him instead,” She sighed, sparking an idea in your mind.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, making her smile. She was oblivious to the light bulb that just went off in your mind.

“Yes, really.”

“Noted,” You nodded, sitting back in your seat and pulling out your phone to text Scott.

Y/N:meet me at my house in hour

———

“Hey, so she let you go?” Scott asked as he walked up to your porch, noticing your black dress.

“Yeah,” You nodded, patting the porch swing as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Is everything alright? Your mom seems..”

“Intolerable and rude?” You suggested. “You can call her a bitch. It’s okay.”

“You said it, not me,” He chuckled, making you smile as you looked at your shoes. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. She’s just been weird with the whole divorce thing,” You shrugged. “She said she’d consider ungrounding me if I broke up with Stiles and went on a date with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” He furrowed his brows.

“Okay, but what if we did?” You looked up with a smile, making his eyes widen. “What if we-”

“Woah, um, listen Y/N- Stiles is really into you and I’m in a relationship with-“

“What?No! Listen,” You turned to face him. “What if we pretended to be in a relationship? It would get her off my ass and the Argents off of yours. I mean we obviously have to talk it through with Stiles and Al but I think it might work out in our best interest if we played pretend. This way we can hide behind a fake relationship so that we can actually be in our real ones.”

“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “I thought you were going to profess your love or something.. That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, let’s talk to them tonight. It might break your dad’s heart though. I don’t know who’s more in love with Stiles; you or him.”

“Oh, a hundred percent him,” You laughed before you stood up and extended your hand to help him up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ready,” He smirked, taking your hand slowly before you swatted him away with disgust. “Wait, babe! We can fix this!”

“Fuck off!” You squealed as he ran behind you with extended arms. “Scott, get away! I’m serious!”

“Snookins! I don’t wanna go to bed angry!” He laughed as he picked you up from behind. “Forgive me, sugar cheeks!”

“EW!” You laughed as you jumped out of arms. Your foot landed on a wet patch of dry grass and slipped out from under you, making you fall and skid your knee on the nearby sidewalk. You yelped and shifted your weight to allow you to sit down.

“Oh shit!” Scott gasped before running to your side. “Are you okay? Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I’m okay,” You breathed with a smile. “It’s just a little scrape. Don’t get too close. I-”

“No, you’re actually bleeding pretty bad,” He winced as he looked at your knee. Your stomach drop with anxiety at the possibility what effect your blood might have on him. “Want me to..”

He blinked before clumsily taking a seat next to you. “Fuck, I just got lightheaded.”

“Scotty, are you-..” Your eyes widened at the realization; your blood was toxic to him. You felt your heart race slightly as you looked down at your knee. It was bleeding, sure, but it was nothing crazy. If this small amount of blood was enough to make him dizzy, you didn’t want to imagine how much it would take to have a bad effect on him. You quickly stood up and limped back. “Let me get you a bottle of water and clean this up real quick.”

“No, no. Sit down, I’ll go inside and-“ He began to push himself up, shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Scott, I’m fine! I’ll be right back,” You said quickly before limping back up your porch stairs and to your door. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Honey, what are you- oh my god, your knee!” Your mom gasped from the kitchen before rushing up to you. “What happened?”

“I tripped. It’s not as bad as it looks, can you run a bottle of water out to Scott? He’s a little light headed from the blood. I’m gonna clean this off and wrap it. I’ll be out in a second,” You explained. She nodded before disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with the first aid kit and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem, holler if you need me. I’m gonna check on Scott,” She responded before she walked outside.

You worked quick, wincing as the disinfectant entered wound and noticing that it was a lot smaller than you expected. You finished up within a couple of minutes before going back outside to see Scott standing and chatting as if nothing happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your mother furrowed her brows, checking his pupils with a light to rule out a concussion.

“I’m sure,” He chuckled before turning to you. “Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Oh it was pretty small, it was just a bleeder,” You smiled. “We’re gonna go, Mom. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Let me drive you,” She began before seeing the look on your face. “You know what? If your knee is alright to drive, take the car. I don’t want either of you falling on the way. Keys are in the ignition.”

“Really?” You smiled, earning a nod. “Thank you!”

“Be careful!” She called as she walked back into the house. You limped slightly to the car and waited for Scott to hop it to turn it on. You both sat in silence as the engine roared to life and you backed out. You were well aware that he knew something was up. Even if he wasn’t able to hear the sound of your racing heart and smell the anxiety that you radiated, he knew you to your core. He knew your mannerisms and the way you acted when you were hiding something from him.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked.

“Good question,” You chuckled nervously as you sped down the familiar roads of Beacon Hills. The drive to the cemetery was only a couple of minutes from your house.

“Y/N,” He tilted his head in annoyance. “What’s going on with you? You’re constantly spaced out and you’ve been so distant. Then today you ask me for a drop of blood? Obviously it has to do with-“

“Okay!” You burst out, causing his lips to seal. “Fine. Look, I found out that my ancestors created Mountain Ash. I know how crazy that sounds and I wasn’t sure if it until I saw you get light headed.. but the lineage has it in their blood. And it acts kinda like wolfsbane,” You sighed. “It’s toxic to the supernatural.”

“I’ve been around wolfsbane. It doesn’t do that,” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s a lot to it that I don’t even know yet,” You admitted before pausing. “There’s a lot to it that I haven’t even told Stiles about.”

“.. Why?” He asked as you pulled into one of the cemetery’s parking lots. You thought carefully about your words, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie. You parked the car and sighed before turning to him.

“I found a lot of information and I don’t know what’s true or false. A lot of it is really cool but there’s some shit in there that..” You trailed off. “I just didn’t want to scare you before I knew all of the facts is all.”

“Oh.. Okay, well I won’t push you to talk about anything you’re not ready to tell me. Just know I can keep a secret and a level head. I’m always here for you. You know that,” He reassured. You smiled and hopped out of the car, wincing a bit from the impact. You locked the car and began walking towards him, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Scotty,” You mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Of course,” He replied, lingering in the hug before pulling away. “We should go. The funeral’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go hide behind a tombstone so we can get up close,” You giggled before walking off.

“I like the way your mind works,” He responded before following you through the woods. You both ran up to a tombstone, careful to avoid any eyes or cameras and watched from a distance. You shot a smile to Allison as she sat down with her family before an old man wandered in. You quickly realized he was an Argent with the way he made his presence known; taking one of the cameramen’s SIM card and hugging the family.

“Who is that?” You whispered. He held up a finger as he listened to the conversation that unfolded between the Argents.

“Yo,” You heard your boyfriend run up to you before feeling his kiss against your temple. You smiled before getting a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Hide,” You pushed them back, barely avoiding the family’s gaze. They both looked at you with wide eyes before you nodded, giving them the okay to peek again.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered, choosing to put a pin in his witch comment.

“He’s definitely an Argent,” Scott responded before listening in again. Allison looked over and smiled softly at the lot of you.

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family?” Stiles suggested. “There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?”

“I know what they are,” Scott looked back at him.

“Reinforcements,” You pursed your lips before seeing the two boys beside you suddenly get pulled back.

“The three of you. Unbelievable,” Sheriff Stilinski growled. Your face scrunched up at his disappointment as you picked up his tie.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to ask,” Stiles muttered as he led the three of you back to his car.

You all sat through his lecture that proceeded with a deafening silence. You sighed and ran your hands up and down your thighs, deep in thought about your gut feeling, hoping it was nothing more than a coincidence before Stiles placed his hand over your own. You looked up at him and smiled.

You okay? He mouthed, earning a reassuring smile and nod that he didn’t quite buy.

“4-1-5 Adam,” The radio chattered, making your eyes widen in recognition.

“Disturbance in a car,” You muttered.

“Atta girl! You’re starting to pick up on these now,” Stiles grinned, speaking quietly.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?” The sheriff clarified.

“They we’re taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ‘em.”

“What, hit the ambulance?”

“Copy that. I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere,” The voice continued as your boyfriend curiously leaned forward with a look of concern. “And I mean everywhere.”

You looked over at him and to the door, signaling an exit. He nodded before the three of you slid out and ran towards his Jeep. You drove into the dusk, looking for the ambulance. Once you finally found it, Stiles parked a few hundred feet away before you all got out and made your way towards the scene.

“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles questioned as you all hid behind a small hill a close distance away.

“I don’t know,” Scott said.

“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?” You breathed, catching glimpse of the bloody interior of the emergency vehicle.

“I hope so,” Scott muttered.

“Do you need to get closer?” Stiles anxiously sighed. Scott sniffed the air before responding.

“No, I got it.”

“Scott,” You shook your head, feeling your heart clench. The boys looked over at you, worried about the words that followed your somber tone. “Just.. I just need you to find her. Please just.. just find her.”

“I will,” He nodded, patting your back before getting up again.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I know this is scary, but I have faith she’s okay,” Stiles whispered. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at the ambulance. “Hey, hey, look at me. I think we’ve seen enough for a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.”

“Stiles, I.. How are you holding it together so well?” You blinked away the tears in your eyes. “It’s like one big blow after the other. Peter, then the whole stupid fucking witch thing, and Lydia missing-“

“I’m so not holding my cool right now,” He chuckled sweetly, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “I’m dying of anxiety at all times. But.. I don’t know. Something about having you around kind of makes it to where I can breathe again.”

“Sti,” You smiled before leaning fully into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He chuckled, feeling the familiar warm sensation spread in his chest at your words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”

“I’ll just have to say it like a billion more times then,” You giggled.

“A billion?” He laughed. “That’ll take you a lifetime.”

“I mean-”

“STILES!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted into the woods, making you both duck. “I saw you, dumb ass. Get out here. Now!”

“Damn it,” He clenched his eyes in frustration before pushing himself off of the ground. You both scrambled to get up and walk over to him. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stern glare that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do my lectures mean absolutely nothing to you guys?” He scolded, making the awful feeling in your chest multiply. “Do you understand that we have a potential kidnapping murderer on the loose? Do your lives really mean that little to you?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stilinski,” You shook your head, trying to clear it of the anxiety. There was now a buzz in your right ear.

“It’s not her fault, Dad. I just-“

“Oh, I know it’s not her fault, son. You and I are going to have a serious conversation about your inquisitiveness and ability to drag your best friend and girlfriend into the worst possible situations!” He shouted. You knew he was speaking at a loud level, but the buzzing got louder as he continued. You winced and covered your right ear. They continued to talk as your eyes closed from the noise.

“Hey, you good?” You heard Stiles say before feeling a grab at your shoulder.

“Lydia,” You whispered subconsciously. “She’s near.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” He stumbled before your head looked over to the woods. And there she stood. Naked and shivering. “Oh my god. Lydia..”

You suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the face of utter disbelief on your boyfriend’s face before jogging over to her as you took off the coat your borrowed from him. You quickly wrapped her in it, shielding her body from the wandering looks of the men behind you and pushing away the thought of the conversation you weren’t quite ready to have with Stiles; the truth about everything you’ve learned. He was bound to ask about everything later.

“Here. Take this,” You whispered before hugging her. She gladly fell into your arms, shivering violently. “You’re okay. I got you.”

“Thank you,” Her voice shook before wrapping her arms around you and letting out a sob. “Thank you.”

Chapter 2 ->

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Mon, 28 Feb 2022 02:34:17

Chapter 11

S2 Episode 12

SUMMARY: Y/N risks her life to get Stiles back and realizes how much damage it causes. The pack cures Jackson and summer vacation begins

WORD COUNT: 7000

TW: sexually suggestive language, violence, cursing, and fucking be prepared to cry bc i sure did. also the last TFFAF episode until fall :(

(A/N: I’M SO SORRY! I had this scheduled to post last night and I guess it glitched and didn’t! PLEASE ENJOY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYY)

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“What? What is it?” Scott asks, noticing your eyes have wandered to the locker room door.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” Isaac stepped forward. Your gaze didn’t meet theirs.

“Not something,” You shook your head. “Someone. Multiple people. Stiles is hurt. I think Erika and Boyd are in trouble but..” You hesitated, remembering the odd reaction Scott had last time brought up the topic. “Peter.. Scott, I think he’s back.”

“Who’s Peter?” Isaac asked Scott.

“What? That’s impossible,” He shook his head, ignoring the boy’s question. Your stomach sank as you felt a pull behind you. “What? What are you looking at?”

“He’s here,” You said cautiously, not yet seeing him but feeling his presence. It felt like the calm before the storm.

“He’s dead!” Scott argued.

“Not exactly,” Peter’s voice echoed through the locker room. You both froze as he stepped out with Derek. “Surprise. Y/N, that witchy sense of yours-.. It really is something else. Very impressive.”

“What the hell is this?” Scott questioned, stepping in front of you as a sort of first defense.

“You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff’s Station,” Derek bit back.

“Sorry, but I don’t think you get to be the one asking the questions. Not when the fucken antichrist over there has risen. Explain. Now,” You moved out from Scott’s shadow and stepped forward. Your voice was ice cold, everyone in the room felt the room’s temperature drop slightly as you spoke.

“Wha- Who is this guy?” Isaac questioned.

“He’s Peter. Derek’s uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat,” Scott responded.

“Hi,” Peter waved. Isaac forced a smile.

“That’s good to know.”

“Why is he alive?” You narrowed your eyes. “And how?”

“Look, the short version is that he knows how to stop Jackson. Maybe how to save him,” Derek explained.

“Well, that’s very helpful except Jackson’s dead,” Isaac shrugged.

“What?” Derek blinked.

“Yeah, Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field,” Scott confirmed, you all watched as the men’s faces dropped.

“Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?” Isaac asked.

“Because if Jackson’s dead, it didn’t just happen,” Peter began, careful to avoid your piercing gaze. “Gerard wanted it to happen.”

“But why?” His nephew spoke up.

“Well, that’s exactly what we need to figure out,” He stepped forward, now face to face with you. You flashed your green eyes in caution as if to say do not get any closer. He abided, face entertained by your fearlessness. “And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.”

“I don’t have time for this. I need to find Stiles,” You muttered. You shoved past him as you walked towards the building’s exit, ignoring the boys as they called after you.

You knew where your boyfriend was. More accurately, you knew who it was that was keeping him captive. As you broke through the school’s doors, you dialed a familiar number on your phone before pressing it up to your ear. You were halfway to your car by the time it stopped ringing.

“What do you want?” Allison’s cold voice answered.

“I couldn’t give less of a fuck about what Gerard does to Boyd or Erica. They aren’t my problem. I want Stiles,” You spoke with authority. “Give him back.”

“It’s out of my control.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” You snapped before pausing to take a breath before you got into your car. “Fuck.. I’m sorry. Look, Al. I know you’re mad at me. But you’re still one of my best friends, okay? I don’t want to hurt you or your family-“

“Don’t want to hurt my family, huh?” She scoffed. “That’s rich.”

“But I will,” The words soaked through her like acid. “I won’t hesitate to do what is necessary to save him.”

“Your treading on thin ice, Y/N. My grandfather will kill you if you-“

“You have ten minutes. If he isn’t on the porch by then, I will come inside and get him myself. And trust me, you don’t want that,” You interrupted, hanging up as you started your engine. It roared to life and you shifted it to drive, stopping as a figure ran in front and slammed his hands on your hood.

“Wait!” Isaac shouted. He ran towards the passenger’s seat and hopped in. “You could use some backup. What’s the plan?”

“I don’t need your help. Get out,” You scoffed. “I’m not going for your little pack. I’m saving my boyfriend. No more. No less. Get out.”

He protested by buckling in.

“Isaac, out,” You ordered.

“Ooh, I like the way my name sounds falling from your lips,” He smirked.

“Cute. Now get the fuck out.”

“Look, I’m not here to interfere. I’m here to watch your back,” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not here to save Derek’s pack. Or your boyfriend for that matter. I’m here for you. And you could use all the help you can get. So just fucking drive!”

“Fine,” You muttered after a moment. “But flirt with me again and I will choke you.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow.

“To death.”

“Oh..”

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You both stood in front of the Argent residence, only one minute left on your timer.

“So what’s the plan if they don’t bring him out in ten minutes?” He asked.

“I didn’t really think it through. You think burning their house down would be too dramatic?” You asked, earning a chuckle.

“Maybe a tad,” He smiled. “I’d opt for making their heads explode instead.”

“That’s so much more dramatic,” You shook your head, trying to hide your own smile.

“Maybe. But it’s more effective,” He smirked for only a moment before his face fell. You followed his gaze and saw the culprit appear.

“You are much braver than I ever pegged you for,” An old frail voice called as the front door swung open. Allison and Stiles followed close behind.

“Right on time,” You smirked, stepping forward. Your heart was racing at light speed, palms sweaty. Yet, you didn’t show an ounce of fear. A skill you’ve nearly perfected in the past school year.

“We’ll gladly give him to you,” Gerard began. “If you show us that green magic of yours.”

You narrowed your eyes and studied the old, wrinkly face. It was some sort of set up, you could sense it.

“Just a flash of the eyes will do, sweetheart,” He cooed, making your face scrunch up in disgust. “You wouldn’t be so ballsy if you didn’t have magic on your side. How you managed to hide it when we checked your blood is beyond me. That was a neat trick. But we need to see it now.”

You glanced at your boyfriend who shook his head, advising against it. But that’s when you got the first good glimpse of him. His left cheek was swollen and bloodied, the result of a repeated and hard swing. His lip was fat and eye was already beginning to darken from the impact. Your stomach sank, hard.

You couldn’t help it; green began to radiate from your eyes and hands, illuminating the dark around you. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise from the sheer power coursing through your veins.

“You see, Allison?” Gerard grinned. “She’s worse than a werewolf. More dangerous. Greedy. Explosive. She is a Sorcières Verte.”

Her neutral facial expression melted into one of pure anger.

“She had the power to save your mother. She knew she was dying hours before it happened. And she refused,” Gerard twisted up the story, only making you glow brighter. “Derek might’ve bit her. But Y/N made sure the job was seen through.”

“If you’re going to turn your granddaughter against me, at least tell the truth,” Your voice stabbed through the air like sharp daggers. “You kidnapped me and threatened to sacrifice me to save her life. Your little blood experiment didn’t work so you let me go. You threatened to kill Scott if I told anyone-“

“Look at that green magic, Allison. It’s beautiful,” He ignored. “Out of all of the monsters we hunt, I have to say, the Sorcières Verte has always been my favorite. They are the most dangerous of them all. They weasel themselves into your heart, and make it hard for you to kill them. Which is why it makes it so satisfying when you finally kill them.”

“Leave, Y/N!” Stiles finally broke his silence. “Go! Run!”

“Shut up! Now, Allison!” Gerard shouted. Her face was now emotionless as she held up a small crossbow. “Shoot!”

Her hands trembled as she aimed at your throat. You paused, wondering if she could actually go through with it, if she truly believed her grandfather. As soon as her finger twitched on the trigger, you snapped the string with your mind, preventing any further danger. Your eyes shot to Gerard before you held out your hand and blasted him ten feet back into the tree behind him.

“Come on!” Quickly, you grabbed Stiles’ hand as a group of men rushed out of the house. You held your hand out, causing them to reach for their throats, desperate for the air you deprived them of.

Allison stood still, watching as you took down their militia before you all ran back to your car.

“Are you killing them?” Stiles gasped

“No, just holding them back. Don’t look back. Keep running!” You responded as you watched Isaac start the car.

A gunshot rang through the quiet neighborhood, and it seemed as though time froze. Stiles and Isaac looked at you in horror before you finally felt it; the burning at your side. Blood quickly covered your shirt. Your hand went to your wound before you looked up to see Gerard holding a pistol.

“Can’t outrun a gun,” He chuckled. “Especially not one covered in mountain ash.”

“Something tells me you’ve never actually killed a Sorcières Verte,” You smirked.

Your eyes began to glow brighter. You hovered your hand above the bullet hole, cauterizing the wound. You had no clue how you’d done it. When in this state, you still relied on magic to control you. Though it was easier to remain conscious of what it did, it still scared you to allow such a mysterious force take over you. Before you knew it, your mind took control of his arm. His eyes flashed with fear as his hand brought the gun up to his temple.

“I could kill you,” You smirked. “I could make you kill your granddaughter. I could turn your brain to mush. You are in my complete control, Gerard. I am capable of so much more than you know.”

“DO IT!” He shouted. “You do not have the guts!”

Your eyes narrowed in consideration. You’d be doing the world a favor, ridding it of this evil man. But you knew it was not your place to kill him in front of Allison, not when she’s suffered through the deaths of her aunt and mother. You waited a few more seconds, taunting him as you began moving his trigger finger. His eyes clenched shut in fear before you made him bring down and unload the gun. Your eyes now back to their normal color.

“I am not the monster you say I am,” You shook your head. “I will not kill you. Not here. Not in front of her. But if you ever so much as touch me or my friends again, I will murder you in cold blood. Slowly and painfully. And I will make sure my face of content is the last one you ever see.”

“Is that a threat?” His frail voice questioned with amusement.

“It’s a promise,” You corrected before walking back to the car.

You climbed in the backseat with Stiles, waiting until the car was out of sight to groan from the pain.

“Fuck! You even scared me with that threat,” Isaac chuckled. “He definitely won’t be coming near us again.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. He’s still the Kanima’s master,” You hissed as you adjusted in the seat. “God, I have no idea how I played that off. This shit hurts.”

“I thought you healed?” Stiles breathed, lifting your shirt to see the gaping hole left in your side from the bullet. “Never mind. That’s disgusting. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“It’s not bleeding anymore, is it?” You groaned.

“I don’t wanna look again,” He shook his head.

“Stiles! I need to make sure it’s not bleeding!” You snapped. “Please!”

“Fuck! Okay, uh.. I’ll just lift your shirt again to check and- EW!” He gagged for a few seconds before speaking again. “No, no, uh.. it’s not like actively bleeding. But there’s still a gaping hole.”

“Maybe you need some Neosporin and a bandaid?” Isaac chimed in.

“You’re gonna need a big ass bandaid,” Stiles breathed out, trying hard not to gag again.

“I just need Scott’s blood to heal,” You let out a breath of relief before taking a look at his face. Your brows furrowed as your hand raised up to his cheek. He quickly pulled away and sat back in his seat. “Shit.. What did they do to you in there, Sti?”

“Oh, we just had a big therapy session and talked about our feelings. What do you think happened?” He rolled his eyes. “And while we’re on the topic, what you did was really stupid, you know that? You could’ve gotten killed.”

“You were in danger! What did you expect me to do? Wait for them to bring you back?” You argued, a little hurt by the way he was speaking to you. “They kidnapped me before too, Stiles. They’re cruel. I wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“You keep doing this, Y/N! You keep risking your life to save everyone else’s!” He huffed.

“Are we really having this conversation again?” You scoffed. “I save your life and I get a lecture instead of a thank you.”

“They were going to return me! You didn’t have to do all of that.”

“Hey, man. She was just trying to help. She’s been worried about you since you disappeared-“ Isaac began.

“Why did you even bring him?” Stiles interrupted. “Of all people, you chose the guy that is trying to get into your pants? No offense, man.”

“None taken,” Isaac shrugged.

“Why are you being so fucking rude?” You snapped.

“Because I-” Stiles stopped to take a breath, and corrected his loud tone. “You know what? Isaac, take me home please. I’m right around the corner. Take a left at the next street.”

“Stiles,” You blinked, not quite believing the way he was acting. The car took a sharp turn down his street, making you wince a bit. “Look, I can’t even begin to imagine the night you had. But can we just talk?”

“This is a conversation we need to have in private,” He shook his head, keeping his gaze averted on the road. The following thirty seconds felt like an eternity with the silent tension. He got out of the car as soon as Isaac put it in park and made a beeline to his house.

“I’ll be right back, Isaac. Stiles!” You called as you got out of the car. “Why are you so mad at me?! Can you please tell me what’s going on here?”

“What’s going on is that you have a death wish, Y/N!” He shouted. “Breaking the barrier, the thing at the Sheriff’s Station, and you got kidnapped?! You never even told me about that! And now this?!“

“A fucking thank you would be nice!” You threw your hands up in frustration.

“Yes, thank you for blindly risking your life for like the tenth time! Thank you. Stop trying to be the fucking hero here! Do you even realize that you’re the most important person in my life? Not even just mine! Think about your dad! Scott! Lydia! Your fucking mom!” His eyes widened as your face dropped. “Fuck. I didn’t mean- I just meant to say-“

“Don’t bring her into this!” You interrupted. “And you think I like being the hero? Always being the one to save everyone from the fucking bad guys?! No, Stiles! It sucks. But I can’t help it. Not when it comes to the people I love. I took a fucking bullet for you. And guess what? I’d gladly do it again if it means getting you home safe!”

“Fuck! But that’s the thing!” He said before sighing and running his hand through his short hair. “You aren’t even in the wrong here! I just hate that you keep-“

“Y/N, is that you? Oh my god! You found him!” You both heard as the front door swung open. Noah sighed in relief as he saw Stiles. He ran up to him before catching a glimpse of his bloodied face.

“It’s okay. Dad, it’s okay,” Stiles warned as if to calm his father down from the meltdown that was bound to ensue.

“Who did it?” Noah grabbed his face.

“It’s okay! It was just a couple kids from the other team. You know, they were pissed about losing and I was.. I was mouthing off. Next thing I know-“

“Y/N, did you see anyone?” The sheriff looked at you with the eyes of a hawk.

“No clue. I was driving around and I saw him walking on the side of a street,” You shrugged.

“Dad, I don’t know. I didn’t even see them really,” Stiles’ voice came out with frustration.

“I want descriptions!”

“Look, Dad, come on! It’s not even that bad!”

“I’m calling that school! I’m calling them and I’ll personally go down there, and I’m gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!”

“DAD! I just-“ Stiles’ voice finally broke as his eyes filled with tears. “I said I was okay!”

You felt a knot form in your throat when Noah pulled his son into a tight hug. You watched as the two cried and held on as if their lives depended on it.

“I, uh..” You cleared your throat. “I’ll leave you guys to it. I’ll catch you later.”

“Y/N?” Noah pulled away from his son and engulfed you in a quick hug as well. “Thank you for finding him.”

You resisted the urge to hiss in pain, not wanting to draw more attention to the matter at hand. Regardless, you smiled softly and melted into his embrace for a moment before he patted your back gently and pulled away.

“I owe you, kiddo,” He chuckled, wiping a tear from his cheek. “I really do.”

“You have no clue,” Stiles muttered, keeping his eyes on your wound.

“Oh, no, no. It was no problem. But uh.. I really need to get home so..” Your smile faltered, looking at your boyfriend whose gaze was now on the ground. You turned around and walked back to your car.

“I let Scott know we found Stiles,” Isaac spoke softly. You nodded. “You alright?”

“Honestly? I don’t even know at this point,” You sighed, looking back to see the Stilinskis walking back inside. “What did Scott say?”

“He needs me to meet up with him at the hospital. His mom wants us to check out Jackson’s body. Apparently some weird shit is going on,” He responded.

“Okay, let’s go,” You nodded. He stayed silent for a moment before taking a breath in.

“Fuck. Okay, you know I like you so this isn’t going to be easy to say but..” He drew in another breath before facing you. “I think you should stay. Fix things with Stiles. He needs you more than Scott does right now. Even if you don’t talk to him, I think it would do you both some good just to be with each other.”

“I think that’s the last thing he wants right now,” You shook your head.

“I heard the whole conversation and I disagree. Go. I told Scott to pick me up so you’d have your car just in case you need to leave and meet us at the hospital or something,” Isaac protested, taking the keys out of the ignition and handing them to you. You smiled and looked over at him in awe, making him chuckle. “Go!”

“Okay, okay, going!” You laughed, reaching for the door. Before you got out, you looked back again. “Thank you, Isaac. You’re a really good guy.”

“Take it back. With the exception of this, we’re still transitioning from enemies to lovers. Don’t get mushy on me now,” He frowned, making you shake your head as you chuckled. “We have a plot to follow.”

“Well, then, with the exception of this, we’re back on track,” You reached out and hugged him. “Thanks. For everything. Asshole.”

“That’s more like it,” You felt him smile against your neck before pulling away. “Go make up with your first love. Just remember; the sooner you break up with him, the sooner you’ll be able to get into a relationship with your last love.”

“Oh, and is that you?” You rolled your eyes.

“If not your last love, then at least the best sex of your life,” He shrugged, making you scoff and open the door. “I’m just saying! Think about it!”

“Oh my God. Bye, Lahey!” You laughed before making your way back to the front door. You hesitantly knocked before the door opened only a few seconds later.

“Y/N? I thought you needed to be home?” Noah frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to him,” You explained. He smiled.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be back,” He chuckled. “He’s in his room.”

“Thanks, Mr. Stilinski,” You smiled, grabbing an ice pack from their freezer and making your way up to your boyfriend’s room to knock.

“Dad, I said I’m fine!” You heard from inside the room. You knocked again, hearing his footsteps and grumbled approach before the door swung open. He froze when he saw you standing in front of him.

“Hi,” You muttered.

“Hi,” He blinked.

“Your dad let me in,” You explained softly.

“He did?” Stiles asked a little too quickly. Your face dropped as you finally caught a good glimpse of his bruised face. “Yeah, of course he did.”

“God, it looks so much worse in the light,” You scrunched your nose, holding up the frozen pack of peas. He chuckled, taking them out of your hands gently.

“You wanna come in and talk?” He asked after a moment. You nodded and walked in. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You turned to look at his regretful eyes.

“For yelling. And for not thanking you for, uh.. well, for saving my life. I felt bad as soon as I stepped away,” He sighed , looking down to play with his fingers for a moment before looking back into your eyes. “I don’t know how to do this, Y/N. I have no clue how to just.. allow myself to love you this deeply knowing that it’s a very real possibility that I’m going to lose you.”

“Sti..” You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could be more careful for you. But I think this is a habit I can’t break. I will always defend the people I love.”

“At what cost?” He furrowed his brows. “You got shot tonight.”

“It barely scraped me,” You rolled your eyes. “I’m fine! And honestly? It was a low price to pay to get you back.”

“That’s the problem. You don’t care about getting hurt!” He huffed. “But you know how I’ll feel? I’ll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my fucking mind. See, death doesn’t happen to you, Y/N. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they’re gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it? Huh? And look at my face, huh?! Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me?!”

You pursed your lips, not quite knowing how to respond to that, opting to take a seat on his bed that was still warm. You kept an emotionless expression as you studied the carpet, deep in thought.

He was right. You were reckless when it came to your life. You, on some level, knew that if you didn’t change, it would lead to your downfall. You, above all, were a ticking time bomb. He was constantly

Stiles shifted. The anger left his body as he watched your eyes flutter as you tried not to cry.

“Oh shit.. Y/N,” He sighed before falling at your feet, placing his hands on your thighs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“The roles reversed in a sense,” You mumbled as you played with the silver ring on your finger, careful to avoid his gaze. “Remember that one time you and Scott decided to climb onto the roof and see if you could float down to the trampoline using a big umbrella? God, you idiots used to give me a heart attack daily with your stupid stunts.”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving your own. “I broke my tailbone and had to sit on that donut pillow that was made for hemorrhoids for like a month. You called me Hemie for the rest of the school year.”

“I forgot I called you Hemie,” You let out a breathy chuckle of your own, finally looking at him. “I used to always be worried about you. I was the one that always stopped you guys from getting hurt. And the one that had to clean up your messes and wounds when our parents were gone. I mean, if that was hard, I can’t even imagine how hard this is for you.”

He blinked, not expecting the empathetic turnaround.

“I wish I could change, Stiles. I don’t like how impulsive I can be when it comes to the people I love,” You shook your head, placing your left hand on his right cheek and rubbing softly at it with your thumb. He closed in eyes and leaned into your touch. “I’d love to blame it on the magic, but this is on me. I just don’t think I have it in me to play it safe. Not when it comes to you.”

“Fuck,” He breathed, rubbing his palms on your hips. “I don’t know what to do, Y/N.”

“My dad offered to send me to Salem for the summer to learn how to really control my magic,” You began, his gaze snapped back to your face, searching for answers as to where you were going with this. “I can’t change. But I can get better at fighting. You won’t have to worry much about me if I get this thing under control.”

“As in Salem, Massachusetts? As in the other side of the country?” He blinked. You nodded. “The whole summer, huh? That’s a long time.”

“I think we both need the break. It’ll save you from worrying and save us both from having the same argument over and over again,” You said softly.

“A break? What do you mean by that?” His brows furrowed and his thumbs stopped rubbing small circles on your hips as he watched your gaze fall to your lap. “Y/N, look at me. What do you mean by that?”

“I think we need to take the summer and rethink everything,” Your voice was shaking now.

“No. No! Look, if you’re mad about me yelling or bringing up the same argument again, I’m sorry. But we don’t have to break up! We can just talk this through and-“

“No, Stiles. It’s not that,” You shook your head before he lifted your chin to see the tears running down your cheeks. His head tilted as a sense of hopelessness washed over him.

“Stop. Don’t. Don’t do this, Y/N,” His voice cracked as tears began filling his own eyes. His hands grabbed your arms firmly, as if you could disappear at any second. “We’re so good together. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Whatever the problem is, we can fix it. Please!”

“The problem is,” You took a deep breath, looking up to find the strength to finish the sentence that every molecule of your body disapproved of. “I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want you to hate me-“

“I could never-“

“Let me finish,” You smiled sadly, wiping his stray tears. “I could live the rest of eternity in your presence and it still wouldn’t be enough for me. It’s not that I don’t want this anymore because trust me, I do.. I just-” He shook his head, dropping it to your thighs. The sight of him softly sobbing into your legs hurt you worse than anything ever has in your life. You felt a sob come out before you continued. “I just don’t think now is our time. I feel like if we continue with the relationship, we’ll inevitably have a messy breakup, and I can’t take the risk of never talking to you again.” He shook his head and gripped your waist as you continued, careful to avoid your wound. “Let’s take a break for the summer, okay? No more worrying or fighting or risking us drifting apart. God.. I love you so much. I need you to know that. But before anything else, you are my best friend. And I need to put that before our relationship right now, okay?”

He shook his head, not wanting to look up. You wiped your tears before running a hand through his buzz cut hair.

“I hate this,” He finally said, sniffling as he looked up with his bloodshot eyes. “But if it’s what you think is best for us, then okay.”

“I am so in love with you it hurts,” You whispered, making his lips curl up ever so slightly. His gaze was piercing, as if it was committing your face to memory. His eyes scanned you, making sure to wipe any stray tears as they looked between your eyes and your mouth.

“So when does this whole breakup thing start?” He asked, now only looking at your lips as he licked his own.

“The second the plane’s tires stop touching California ground,” You muttered.

“So, since we’re still dating, do I have permission to kiss you?” He asked, looking into your eyes for permission. You smiled and he softly mirrored your expression. You nodded. He leaned forward and kissed you softly. “Can I do it again?” He whispered, lips all but still connected to your own.

“Yes,” You reached forward and grabbed his face, pulling it in, drinking in the sensation of his soft lips on your own.

“Ah,” He winced, pulling away and touching his busted lip.

“Are you okay? We can stop if you want,” You laughed.

“Yeah, we probably should,” He nodded, gaze slowly wandering down to your neck, to your chest, and back up to your eyes. “It’s the responsible thing to do. You know, us being injured and all.”

“Totally,” You agreed. “We’re hurt. Probably a bad idea anyway. Kissing.”

“Such a bad idea,” He muttered, leaning a bit closer again.

“The worst,” You whispered as you felt his hot breath dance across your top lip. He grazed his lips on your own and watched as your eyelids fluttered shut. He liked that he still had that effect on you.

“Oh, fuck it,” He shook his head, breathing you in before he crashed his lips on your own once again.

You were almost completely unclothed by the time the door knocked.

“We’re doing a school project, Dad! We’ll be right down!” Stiles parted from your breasts for a split second before taking you back into his mouth. Your head rolled back in ecstasy as he began rolling his hips back into you, repeatedly hitting the spot that makes you go crazy. The door knocked again.

“We should probably open it,” You whispered into his hair.

“If it’s important, he’ll yell,” Stiles protested, pushing in deep and watching your mouth drop open. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in your mouth, watching as your pretty lips began to suck. “Shh, shh. Keep quiet.”

“Stiles?” Lydia’s voice echoed through the room. You both gave each other a look of confusion before hopping off of one another and quickly getting dressed.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” You whispered as you pulled on your shirt.

“Beats me! I didn’t even think she remembered my name,” Stiles shrugged, hopping into his sweatpants.

“Y/N, open the door! I know you’re both in there!” She whined.

“Wait!” Stiles stopped you, you looked back before he fixed your hair. “Sorry, you have sex hair.. Okay, you’re good.”

“Lydia?” You asked as you opened the door, seeing the tears in her eyes. “Woah, hey. What’s wrong? How did you find me?”

“I tried swinging by your place but didn’t find your car, so I thought you’d be here,” Her voice quivered before she looked up at you. “They won’t let me see him.”

Your heart sunk before you pulled her into an embrace.

“I’m supposed to give him something,” She sobbed softly. “He kept asking for it back.”

“You got any tissues?” You whispered to Stiles. He frantically looked around before running out of the room and returning with toilet paper. “What is this?”

“I don’t have tissues!” He shrugged, placing it in your hand as Lydia pulled away.

“I tried calling Allison but she’s been distant since her mom died and I just really needed someone to talk to,” Lydia sniffled as you gave her the toilet paper. “Even if you guys do have your shirts on backwards and don’t have any tissues.”

You both blushed before looking down to see that she was right. She chuckled, wiping at her tears before sitting on the bed.

“I know,” She stated before looking up at you both. “I know about werewolves and I saw Jackson turn into that weird lizard. I also know about you, Y/N. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. But I need your help.”

“Wh- How much do you know about this stuff?” Stiles blinked.

“Pieces,” Lydia said softly.

“Oh yeah? Well the other half is like a fucking nightmare!” Stiles scoffed, earning a glare from you.

“Half of it’s like a dream. But I can help him. I can help Jackson.”

“How?” You asked.

“Wait, Scott just texted me,” Stiles paused, looking up. “She’s right.”

“Of course I am!” She scoffed.

“Lydia, you need to come with us, alright?” Stiles said quickly as he fixed his shirt and grabbed a jacket for you. “We need to go. Now. I’ll explain in the Jeep.”

———

“THIS SEEMS LIKE A BAD IDEA!” You shouted.

“A VERY BAD IDEA!” Lydia squealed as she held on to her seat.

“HOLD ON!” Stiles shouted as the Jeep rammed into the wall of the building. You all screamed and closed your eyes as he hit the Kanima and sent it flying back. “DID I GET HIM!?”

You all stayed silent as you looked over at Scott before the Kanima hopped onto the hood of the Jeep, making you all jump and scream.

“Out! Out! Out! GET OUT!” Stiles squeaked as he ran out of the car with you hot on his heels. You both ran over to Scott. He caught your arm and pulled you into him.

“Thank God you two are safe,” he breathed.

“Let me go! I wanna watch!” You fought against his strength.

“No, you don’t,” He shook his head.

“Wait! Where’s Lydia?!” You were now pushing with all your force to no avail. It all fell to silence before Scott let you go. You turned around to see the Kanima entranced by the key Lydia held up.

You all watched as Jackson turned back into his human form, stepping back. You sensed a change in the energy, subconsciously reaching out to Stiles and grabbing his arm as Derek and Peter both impaled Jackson with their claws. Lydia gasped and caught him as he fell to the ground.

“Do you-.. Do you still..” Jackson stuttered.

“I do,” Lydia sobbed, looking deep into his eyes. “I do still love you. I do, I do still love you.”

Your eyes filled with tears before you turned to Stiles and felt him pull you into his arms.

“I got you,” He whispered into your hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay, I got you.”

You pulled away when you heard scratching and looked up just in time to see Jackson stand up and powerfully howl in full werewolf mode before returning to his human form. Lydia ran into his arms and they hugged for dear life.

You looked at Allison and Scott’s intertwined hands as Stiles snaked his own around your waist.

Suddenly, it all felt different. An end of an era. The beginning of a chapter. The most popular couple hugged for what might be the last time. The sweetest couple you knew held hands as if they didn’t want to ever let go. And Stiles gripped your hip as if it was the last breath of fresh air before he had to go underwater.

You all parted and went your own ways after that.

Allison broke up with Scott. She decided to spend the summer away from Beacon Hills, apologizing to you before she left and promising to call you weekly. Scott was still in denial about the breakup, claiming wolves mated for life. And his soulmate was Allison. Oddly, you believed him.

Stiles spent the rest of the week by your side. Hanging out with you and your father in the mornings as you rewatched the original Star Wars trilogy. Making you practice with him and Scott every afternoon. And reserving alone time for the two of you every evening, taking you out on picnic and kayaking dates.

“You don’t have to go, you know,” Stiles muttered as he unloaded your suitcase from the Jeep.

“Yeah, he’s right,” Scott agreed. “We’re safe! It’s all done now. We can just live out a normal summer.”

“We thought we were safe after killing Peter and he’s alive again. Trust me, guys. I don’t want to go. But it really is for the best,” You sighed, looking down at your suitcase.

“Hey, you know what I just realized?” Scott asked, earning both of your attentions. “We’re right back to where we started.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.

“I mean no popularity. No lacrosse. No danger. No relationships. Nothing! We get a fresh start. Well, you’ll get one when you get back,” Scott shrugged. You laughed and pushed him away. “Give me a hug before you go!”

“I’m gonna miss you, big guy,” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“Me too. I don’t think I’ve ever been apart from you for this long. Who’s going to stop us from doing stupid shit?” He asked, pulling away.

“I left Stiles a list of things you can’t do. And another one of things you probably shouldn’t do, but I’d do too,” You grinned, making him laugh.

“Call me every week,” Scott stuck out his pinkie. “I will come find you if you don’t.”

“Promise,” You giggled. He gave you one last hug before hopping back in the Jeep.

“So,” Stiles spoke up. “This is it, huh?”

“You’re free of me for the summer,” You joked. He didn’t smile. “Oh, come on! You get to do all of the stupid shit you’ve always wanted to without me looking over your shoulder.”

“I’d gladly give that up for just another week with you,” He sighed, making your face drop.

“Yeah, me too,” You muttered. “I’ll call you every week too.”

“You better,” He warned, making you laugh. “Come here.”

You walked into his arms and soaked in his familiar scent for the last time.

“Please don’t get a boyfriend when you’re there. I’m planning on winning you back when you come home. That would complicate things,” He mumbled into your hair, making you giggle again. “I’ve kinda got a thing against home-wrecking.”

“Same goes for you,” You smiled. “God, I miss you already.”

“Every week, you got it? I expect a full run down of every week on Friday afternoons!” He pulled away. His eyes scanned your face one last time before leaning in and kissing you gently. “Fuck, I love you. Stay safe. I’m only a phone call away so don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Even if we are back to the just-friends label.”

“I love you too, Stiles,” You smiled sadly before placing another kiss on his lips. “I left a few naked pictures under your pillow.”

“I’m pretty sure just-friends don’t do that,” He smirked.

“Throw them away then,” You shrugged, grabbing your suitcase. “I’ll call you on Friday!”

“One more kiss!” He whined, making you laugh. You leaned back in, feeling him press a passionate kiss against your lips.

The second you both pulled away, the smiles both turned into sad frowns.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” You whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” He pressed his forehead against your own. “Now go. You’ll miss your flight.”

You kissed one last time before you walked into LAX, turning back to see the boys waving from the Jeep and wiping their tears. You blinked back your own before walking in.

The end of an era indeed.

————

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Mon, 30 May 2022 19:05:53

Chapter 10

Episode 11

SUMMARY: Y/N’s father is back in town. They have a chat about what happened the week before with her mother and what to expect from summer break. Y/N goes to work and finally begins talking to the boys again. The finals game is tonight and the pack has to fight off Gerard and his tactics.

WORD COUNT:5242

TW: none besides like lowkey violence and the fact that i didn’t edit it hehe

You sat at your father’s counter, eating a box of stale cereal. You couldn’t seem to wipe the look of your mother’s face out of your mind.

She hasn’t spoken to you since it all happened. Not since she coldly ordered you to pack your things as you waited for your father to arrive into town to take full custody of you. You sat on the living room couch that night, teary eyed as your father angrily yelled at your mother, saying parents don’t have the option of simply giving up when things get difficult, that they had a daughter to prioritize over hurt feelings. You walked out angrily after your mother responded, ‘You call that monster our daughter? Do you not remember what happened to your sister?! No, no, no. As far as I’m concerned, I no longer have a daughter’.

You cried the whole way back to your father’s apartment.

“Morning, squirt! Give me some noggin, duuuude,” Your father gently head butted you before going around the counter to pour himself a coffee. “Want some?”

“Sure,” You responded without so much as a smile.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please?”

“No, the other one.”

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes. “Can I please have a cup of coffee..” He raised his eyebrows expectedly. “Duude..”

“Only because you said dude,” He responded in the same accent the turtles used in Finding Nemo. He knew how you liked your coffee; oat milk with a splash of vanilla sweetener, just like him. ”Here ya go, sweetheart.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled, taking a sip as your mind began to wander again. He furrowed his brows, not used to seeing you so emotionless and aloof.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, leaning on the counter behind him as he sipped on his own cup.

“About what part?” You chuckled dryly. ”My best friend being a werewolf? Or maybe I can talk about the secret I’ve been keeping from you for months? Or finding out that I’m a Sorcières Verte? No, better yet, maybe we can talk about how all of this resulted in Mom disowning me and tossing me out like a stray cat.”

“Man, and I thought my life sucked,” He joked. You frowned. “Sorry. Good joke, bad timing. That’s on me. Look, I’m sure all of this will pass. She’ll come around, kiddo. Give her some time.”

“Doubt it,” You grumbled before taking a sip of your coffee. “She’s the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever met so I wouldn’t even be that mad if she never spoke to me again.”

“Hey, she’s still your mom, Y/N. I hate her just as much as you do right now but I don’t like to hear you talk about her like that… Even if she is the biggest pain in the ass to graze this planet,” He rolled his eyes, finally making you smile. “Ah, there’s that smile! Tell you what. If you want to get out of here for the summer, my mother trains witches just like you out in Salem, Massachusetts. We can send you out there this summer so you can get the much needed training. Plus, it might do you some good to get out of this town.”

“Salem, Massachusetts? That’s, like, all the way across the country!” You shook your head. “What about my friends? No, they’re one of the only things keeping me sane right now. Isn’t there a way you could teach me instead?”

“I don’t have magic. But… I mean, I helped my mom train my younger siblings. I guess I can get her to send over some books. I don’t mind trying but.. Y/N, you’d be a lot better off with your grandmother. She can teach you how to control your powers in the matter of three months!”

“But then I’d have to be away from everyone I love for three months,” You pursed your lips. “I don’t wanna leave you behind. Or Scott. Or Stiles.”

“Speaking of which, have you spoken to them yet? I might do you some good to-“

“One lecture at a time, Dad,” You huffed.

You’ve made yourself almost completely unavailable to the boys. You called Stiles crying about your mother the night she kicked you out. He came over and held you in his arms until you fell asleep. After that,though you still talk to him every day, you couldn’t help but to be aloof. You weren’t ready to talk about your feelings, let alone go back to normal.

You barely spoke to Scott either, only about the things you needed to talk about; Jackson, Matt’s death, Derek.

The issue was that none of you wanted to talk about you were all going through or even casually hang out. Not when your mother disowned you. Not when Scott’s mom refused to speak to him. And certainly not when there was an awkward drift between Stiles and his father. For the first time ever, you all didn’t know how to go about talking to one another after that night.

“Right. Look, I’m not going to force you to go for the whole summer. I do want you to go, though. She can teach you more about control than I can, seeing as she’s a Sorcières Verte herself. So how about you go for the first week of every month? Three months of summer vacation. That means you’d only be there for a total of three weeks.”

“I can live with that,” You nodded, taking another few bites of your breakfast. He sat quietly before muttering under his breath.

“But I mean, the whole summer there would probably-“

“Dad,” You interrupted, finally looking up from your cereal. “I don’t wanna go across the country for the whole summer.”

“Okay! Okay! It was just an idea!” He says, holding his hands up in defense. He watches you as you take another bite of your cereal, taking a moment before hesitantly speaking up again. “Why didn’t you tell me, squirt?”

Squirt. He was trying to lighten up the subject by referencing Nemo. Somehow, it only made you feel worse.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that magic ran in our family?” You shrugged. “I guess we were both afraid of the other one being mad or thinking we were crazy.”

“I wouldn’t have been mad at you. I hope you know that,” He sighed before continuing. “Look, I know I’ve spoken to you about my older sister- your Aunt Louise. I told you she died in a car accident with my dad when she was 16. Kiddo, it wasn’t the car accident that killed them. She..” He pursed his lips and looked down at his fidgety hands, as if trying to suppress the memories of her. He did this every time he spoke of her.

“I was nine so I don’t remember much besides that my father believed that she was a Sorcières Verte too. She refused to break a Mountain Ash barrier. Rightfully so too; she just didn’t want to go insane. She had everything going on for her at that point; head cheerleader, lacrosse-captain boyfriend, she was popular and loved.. I don’t want to get into the details but he put us in a situation where she was forced to break the barrier. He had this vision of being a family full of Sorcières Verte witches. Needless to say that he was compensating for not having magic of his own.

”Not even a day later, she had black blood coming out of her eyes and she was screaming at our father, telling him he was the one that did this to her all because he wanted the fame and glory of a Sorcières Verte for a daughter. She wasn’t wrong. But then.. She, uh.. she cast a spell that froze me and my siblings..” He inhaled deeply, as if he was questioning telling me what followed. He looked up at you for a moment before he finished his story. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was holding back tears.

“We watched as Louise killed our father. She said she was going to kill us to save us from the agony that came with magic. Just as she was about to kill us, we watched as my mother killed her oldest daughter. She was never the same after that. Ever since then, my mom’s dedicated her life to teaching witches how to control their powers. She’s damn good at it too because she never wants someone to go through the pain of watching their child go crazy. So.. Just think about it. Okay?”

Your lips parted and you nodded your head. He smiled sadly, patting your back as he grabbed his suitcase to leave.

“Dad, I’m so sorry,” You finally said. “I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for you. And I’m sorry for almost making you go through it again. I guess I didn’t tell you because.. I was afraid you might react like Mom did.”

“Sweetheart, I have never loved anything or anyone nearly as much as I love you. I knew from the moment I first held you that there was nothing you could do to change that. You never have to be afraid to tell me anything. I’m in your corner. Always,” He smiled, blinking away his tears before pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “Oh! And before I forget, here.”

He placed a set of keys in your hand. You looked up in confusion, making him laugh.

“I got you a car, squirt. I made a big deal with a company in Japan and they gave it to me for free. It’s all yours,” He grinned. “It’s the white Toyota Camry parked where Stiles usually-“

“OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” You screamed, practically tackling him as you engulfed him in a hug. He let out a loud laugh. “YOU’RE THE BEST DAD EVER!”

“I know,” He shrugged, pulling away. “I really have to go! But just know, if you crash that car, you aren’t getting another one. Got it?”

You interrupted him with another squeal.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” He laughed. “See you tonight! I’m making Honey Dijon Chicken if you wanna eat dinner after the game! Invite Stiles! Love you!”

And with that, the door shut behind him. You smiled down at your keys before quickly getting ready for school and darting out of the building to see the car sat front and center.

———

“Whose car is that?” Scott asked as you prepped the syringe for the next surgery. You looked up at him and saw him petting the dog to keep him calm.

“Mine,” You grinned. “My dad made a deal with some Japanese company and they gave it to him. So he gave it to me.”

“God, I wish my dad was more like yours,” He grumbled.

“Diddo. But with our moms,” You chuckled softly. “How is she? Your mom, I mean.”

“She has barely spoken to me since it all went down but, uh..” He hesitated, making sure Doc was nowhere to be seen. He lowered his voice anyway. “I was meaning to tell you this all day. Gerard broke into my house last night and-“

“WHAT?!” Your eyes widened as he covered your mouth.

“Shh! Listen,” He scolded before whispering again. “He’s the kanima’s new master. He broke in while I was showering. I heard a hiss and walked into my room to see Jackson holding my mom up by her neck. Gerard was threatening me. He wants to know where Derek’s pack is.”

“But the Kanima is used for vengeance and..” Your voice trailed off as it clicked. “Oh.. He wants to kill them to avenge Kate..”

“Bingo,” He nodded.

“I know you both are seeing other people. But for just friends, you two spend an awful lot of time whispering nonsense only mere inches from each other’s faces,” Doc smirked. You both looked at one another, only then realizing just how close you were. You both chuckled awkwardly and stepped away from one another before getting back to work.

———

“I think I forgot my phone in my car,” You smiled before excusing yourself. “I’ll be right back.”

As you opened the door, you felt yourself run into a tall figure. His hands grabbed your shoulders protectively, preventing you from stumbling over.

“I’m sorry! I just-… Isaac?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing here? You need to be in hiding!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound concerned,” He smirked. You rolled your eyes, but he caught the smile you bit back. You looked up at his eyes, resisting the urge to squirm under his intense stare.

“Good thing you know better then,” You returned the same smirk. “Now go inside. You can’t be seen out here.”

“But I need to talk to you and Scott-“

“I’ll be in a second. Go,” You softened your voice.

“I like it when you talk to me like that,” He smiled softly.

“Go!” You scoffed, pushing him away as you continued to walk towards your car. He chuckled and did as told. You reached in and grabbed your phone, calling Stiles.

“Hey, you alright?” His worried tone rang through your ear.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You chuckled. “Are you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I was just asking because you haven’t really talked to me in a couple of days. So I just figured if you were calling, it had to mean you were hurt or something. I don’t know!” He spoke quickly, an anxious habit. “Not that I’m mad that you haven’t spoken to me! I get it. You need space after everything that happened with your mom- Y/N, why aren’t you interrupting me already? I’m rambling!”

“I’m okay. We’re okay,” You laughed, hearing him breathe out a relieved sigh. “I was wondering if Scott told you what happened with Melissa and Gerard last night.”

“Yeah, he called me after it happened,” He responded. “It’s fucking ridiculous. It’s like as soon as we feel like we might’ve won one battle, a bigger one comes our way.”

“That’s exactly how I feel about it too,” You sighed.

“Did you really call me to tell me about Scott’s encounter last night?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Not really. I kind of just wanted to hear your voice,” You admitted, making him chuckle. “I miss you.”

“God, I miss you so much,” He breathed. “I just wanted to give you space after everything that happened. I’m sorry I haven’t really reached out. Things have been a little awkward at my house too.”

“No, it was actually just what I needed. I’m the one that should be sorry for not reaching out. But thank you for that. I really appreciate you,” You smiled, hearing his breathy chuckle on the other end of the line along with the sound of papers moving. “I have to go back in but I wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to come home with me after the game? My dad’s making this honey dijon chicken dish. Then you and I can watch a movie or just talk about all of the stupid shit that happened with week-“

“I would love that,” You could tell by the way he spoke that he was smiling. Hard.

“My dad got me a car,” You grinned.

“NO WAY! HE GOT YOU A CAR?!” He shouted. “What kind?”

“I’ll show you after the game tonight!”

“You can’t just drop the my-dad-got-me-a-car bomb and then not tell me what kind it is!” He whined.

“It’s a surprise!” You laughed.

“You’re such a tease,” He grumbled. “But fine! I’ll let you get back to work. I’ll see you at the game tonight. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Yeah, okay. Keep dreaming,” He said before the call ended. You smiled before tossing your phone in your pocket and heading back in the building. You walked in, pausing at the doorway as you watched Isaac place his hand in Deaton’s. You furrowed your brows and looked at Scott who smiled back at you.

You walked in further and saw Isaac’s veins turn dark as he touched the sick dog on the table.

“What’d I do?” He breathed.

“You took some of his pain away,” You smiled, he looked over at you with teary eyes. At that moment, he looked so innocent. So far from the boy who constantly flirted with and taunted you. You couldn’t help but place a reassuring hand on his arm and smile softly at him.

“Only a little. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference,” Doc spoke up. Isaac shied away from you as he wiped a tear.

“It’s okay,” Scott told him. “The first time he showed me, I cried too.”

Isaac looked up at all of you and laughed. Doc ushered the dog away, leaving you all alone in the room. You began cleaning up before Isaac spoke up again.

“They’re leaving tonight, during the game,” He said.

“So why are you telling us?” Scott asked.

“I’m not telling you. I’m asking you. I’m asking for your advice,” Isaac corrected. You froze before turning around.

“From us? Why?” You furrowed your brows.

“Because I trust you,” He said casually. “Both of you.”

“Why?” You asked again.

“Well, I’m bonded to you. So I guess that’s what brought me out here in the first place. And because you always seem to want to do the right thing,” He responded as more of a question.

“I almost killed you, Isaac,” You let out a breathy chuckle.

“And I usually have no idea what I’m doing,” Scott shook his head before looking over at you. “Actually, I always have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Do you want to let me know what you’re doing right now?” Isaac asked.

“We’re not going anywhere, if that’s what you mean,” Scott shrugged. You felt an odd pang in your stomach as he said that, almost as if your magic was disagreeing. “I have too many people here who need me.”

“Well, I guess that makes me lucky ‘cause, uh… ‘Cause I don’t have anyone, so..” Isaac looked down before getting up to walk out.

“Are you gonna go with them?” You asked a little too eagerly.

“Yeah,” He nodded before looking over at you. Your doe-eyed gaze almost melted him on the spot. He could tell you didn’t want him to. “Yeah, I think I will.. But, uh, good luck with the game tonight, Scott.”

“Well, thanks, but I’m not going either. Can’t even think about playing some.. meaningless game right now.”

“You weren’t at practice last week, were you?” Isaac asked.

“No, I skipped it. Why?”

“And you didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?” Scott questioned. You stepped forward.

“Jackson was there,” Isaac blinked.

“What do you mean there? Like he was-“ You began.

“As if nothing had happened,” Isaac confirmed.

“Wh-.. That means.. The game tonight?” Scott stuttered.

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded. “He’s playing.”

———

“Stiles!” You stopped him as he walked out of the locker room. “I’ve been trying to call you! I was-“

“Scott told me already,” He nodded, pulling you aside before lowering his voice. “Gerard is making Coach bench him tonight.”

“What? He’s trying to bench Scott?” You blinked. “B-But Jackson-“

“I know, I know. Look, I need you to sit beside my dad and Melissa tonight. I need you to protect them if something happens.”

“What about you? No way, I need to sit close to the bench!”

“I have Scott. They need you. Please,” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I don’t think Melissa wants me near her. She’s my mom’s best friend and..” You sighed. His face fell, knowing exactly where you were going with this. “She probably wants nothing to do with me either.”

“That’s not true,” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned around to see Melissa smiling at you. “Sweetie, she might be my best friend but that doesn’t mean I agree with what she did. I’d love to have you sit next to me. I also wouldn’t mind your protection.”

You looked back at Stiles with wide eyes. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Go. I’ll be fine. I can’t wait to see your new car after the game.”

Considerate Stiles. Never forgets a word you tell him.

You nodded before walking towards the stands with Melissa.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” She began. “I tried talking to her about it but..”

“She’s as stubborn as a mule. I know. I appreciate you trying though,” You forced a smile. “Besides, I don’t think I ever want to talk to her again. Not after the way she acted when I needed her the most.”

“I don’t blame you,” She sighed. “It’s okay to be mad. Hell, I’m mad at her too. But don’t let that anger turn to hatred because the only person that’ll hurt more than anyone will be you. Even if she is a heartless bitch sometimes.”

You chuckled as you scooted in beside her and Mr. Stilinski.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s your dad?” He grinned.

“Great! He got me a car,” You smiled. They both looked over at you and congratulated you before they took off into a conversation of their own. You could sense Melissa’s nervousness as she spoke to the sheriff. Seeing Gerard surely caught her off guard after what happened the previous night. You took her hand into yours and squeezed reassuringly. She smiled over at you and placed her other hand on top of your own as the game started.

———

“Your dad comin?” Scott asked Stiles.

“Yeah, he’s already here. He’s sitting next to Melissa and Y/N,” He nodded, looking back at you to see you nervously biting your lip as you looked over at Gerard and Jackson.

“You seen Allison?”

“No, you seen Lydia?”

“Not yet.”

“You know what’s going on?” Stiles asked lightly.

“Not yet.”

“Oh,” He nodded before hesitantly continuing. “It’s going to be bad, isn’t it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?”

Scott looked over sympathetically. “Looks like it.”

Stiles sighed, blinking back his tears as he remembered the events that happened a week ago.

“Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, watching as Y/N threw me aside as she prepared herself to take a bullet for me, while I’m just lying there and I can’t even move, it just..” He paused, keeping his eyes on the field even though he could sense Scott’s gaze. “I want to help, you know, but I can’t do the things you guys can do. I can’t..”

“It’s okay,” Scott said softly as his best friend finally looked over at him.

“We’re losing, dude,” Stiles shook his head sadly.

“The hell are you talking about? Game hasn’t even started. Now put in your helmet and get out there. You’re in for Greenberg!” Coach ordered.

“What?! What happened to Greenberg?” Stiles sat up.

“What happened to Greenberg? He sucks! You suck slightly less.”

“I’m playing? On the field?! With the team?!” Stiles widened his eyes as he looked back at his teammates.

“Yes, unless you’d rather play with yourself.”

“I already did that today, twice,” Stiles said without thinking.

“Get the hell out there!”

“Alright!” Stiles flailed around before running to the field.

———

“Oh, no. Why is my son running on the field?” Noah grumbled to you and Melissa.

“What?!” You gasped, grinning as you looked over at your boyfriend.

“Because he’s on the team?” Melissa said sarcastically.

“He is.. He’s on the team. He’s on the field! MY SON IS ON THE FIELD!” Mr. Stilinski shouted as he stood up. He looked around, blushing as he realized he gained the attention of everyone around him.

“WOOO! THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!” You shouted even louder, to take the eyes off of him. You stood up and jumped around. “GO STILES!!”

“Oh dear god..” Stiles muttered.

“You’re a godsend, you know that?” Noah chuckled at you.

“I’ve been told once or twice,” You smirked, making them laugh.

“I could hear you from the other side of the stands,” Lydia smiled as she walked up to you. Your eyes lit up as you scooted over.

“You made it!” You grinned, hugging her as she sat down next to you, almost forgetting about the events that were going to happen tonight.

“Yeah, I figured Jackson needed the support,” She nodded, snapping you back to reality. Your smile fell as the whistle blew. “You okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Headache,” You smiled half heartedly as you turned towards the game.

You gasped as Stiles caught the ball, about to stand up and cheer as he instantly got tackled. The whole crowd groaned.

“He’s probably just warming up,” Melissa said. He went for another ball before he got tackled again, harder than the last time. Not a single person in the crowd refrained from wincing.

“He’s just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around,” Lydia took your hand.

A ball to the face. Another tackle. Then he tripped over his own feet.

“Is that Isaac?” Lydia asked. “We’re saved!”

You looked over at the field to see Isaac already looking back at you. You furrowed your brows as he winked before he got into position.

“… Did he just-“ Lydia looked over at you with a raised brow.

“I think he likes you,” You interrupted.

“I don’t think that was for me,” She muttered before shrugging. “He’s cute. And athletic. And popular. Maybe you should-“

“GO STILES!!” You interrupted again, not wanting to hear the next sentence.

You all watched as Isaac tackled teammate after teammate, trying to get enough people injured so that Scott could play. You chuckled as Isaac looked over at you and shrugged. It wasn’t until Jackson tackled him and he stayed on the ground that Melissa quickly got up, grabbing your arm and dragging you onto the field.

“Something’s happening, isn’t it?” She asked the two of you. “Something more than a lacrosse game?”

“You should go,” Scott told her.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere. But everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay?” She said. “If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to.”

“I will,” Scott nodded.

“I got your back,” You said. He smiled down at you. “You attack, I’m right there with you.”

“I know,” He chuckled, placing a hand on your arm. “Go sit down. And maybe use some of that magic of yours to help us win.”

“You got it!” You said as you jogged back with Melissa.

You only had a moment to watch the game peacefully before you felt a familiar pull towards the locker room. You looked around and realized Gerard was gone too. Isaac was in trouble, you felt it.

Without an explanation, you shot to your feet and began running, ignoring the questions from the group you sat with. Your legs ran at full speed as you burst into the building. The pull directed you to the locker room. You slowed down, careful not to make any noise as you walked up to the door.

“This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime,” You heard Gerard speak as he dragged a sword towards Isaac. The boy’s eyes shot to you before he smirked. Gerard looked in the mirror before seeing two sets of glowing eyes staring back at him in the mirror; green and gold.

The crowd began to go crazy and you both fought against the hunters. You held your hands out, blasting them into the walls behind them as Scott threw them around like rag dolls. After the room fell to nothing more than the sound of their groans, you both looked around and realized you’d lost Gerard.

“Where is he?!” Scott asked Isaac. He looked around again and saw you were gone too. “Y/N?!”

“GOTTA GO!” You shouted from the hallway as you ran back to the field, not registering the fact that you’d lost the old man. You barely caught your boyfriend’s winning shot just in time from the distance, almost not believing your eyes as you watched number 24 shoot the ball directly into the goal. Your feet didn’t stop running, not even when they touched the field, not when the referee shouted at you, not until you ran into the arms of your boyfriend in the midst of his teammates’ blissful chaos.

“YOU DID IT!” You shouted as he spun you around. “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”

“I DID IT! DID YOU SEE ME SCORE ALL THOSE GOALS?!” He cried, pulling off his helmet to place a kiss onto your lips.

“Hey, get her off the field!” A ref called before Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I think your troublemaker boyfriend is rubbing off on you,” Stiles chuckled. “Go! I’ll catch you in a couple minutes.”

You nodded before jogging back towards Scott.

Scott.

You looked at him as he looked around like a deer in headlights; that’s when it clicked. It all seemed to move in a haze-induced slow motion. Gerard was smirking on the sidelines. Jackson stood near the goal with slitted pupils. The lights went out. Suddenly, the crowd’s cheerful screams melted into cries of terror as they stampeded around you; mothers carrying their children as they ran, teenagers sprinting as fast as they could to their vehicles, teachers and policemen asking everyone to remain calm.

“Y/N, did you hear her?! Somebody’s down on the field!” Scott grabbed your shoulders, snapping you out of the odd haze. “Come on!”

“Stiles,” You breathed, feeling that something was off. You both jogged into the field to see that Jackson laid lifelessly on the ground.

“JACKSON! JACKSON! Oh my god! There’s blood!” Lydia cried as she ran up next to you.

You felt paralyzed, as if time was moving through you instead of you through it. Your eyes scanned the crowd as you looked for your boyfriend. You saw the sheriff, your friends, strangers, but no sight of Stiles.

“Woah, woah, woah! Your eyes,” You felt Isaac harm your shoulders and pull you into him . “Hey, your eyes are glowing. We need to get you out of here.”

“Stiles,” You breathed rapidly. “Something’s wrong, Isaac. Where is he?!”

“We need to get you out of here,” He repeated as he shook his head and he guided you away from the crowd. “Keep your head down.”

“I can’t.. I can’t breathe- I think these are Stiles’ emotions. I think he-he’s in trouble,” You choked out as your eyes filled with tears. You kept your head down until he opened your car door for you. Suddenly your mind was filled with visions from your boyfriend’s perspective; scoring a series of goals, scoring the final goal, you running into his arms, the lights going out, watching as Gerard blindfolded him before throwing into a van.

“Gerard has him,” You opened your eyes to show that it was no longer just your irises that were glowing. Your whole eye was filled with the luminescent green light as well as your hands. Isaac stepped back, afraid of your next action. “I’m going to kill him.”

Chapter 11 ->

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Tue, 17 May 2022 19:02:40

Chapter 9

Episode 10

SUMMARY: Stiles and Y/N make up before the pack tells the Sheriff about Matt. They all go to the station to be confronted by Matt and later deal with the Argents.

WORD COUNT: 6300+

TW: SMUT ISH LANGUAGE 18+ BAHAHA SORRY I DIDN’T THINK I’D DO THIS AGAIN BUT I JUST HAD TO / also i didn’t feel like editing this so i apologize for grammatical errors n shi

A/N: Y/M/N -> your mother’s name, Y/F/N -> your full name

You awoke as the stillness of the night began melting into bird calls, watching as the sunset began to tease the sky. The window was left open, allowing the soft gust of spring’s winds to move your sheer curtains in the same way the moon moves the ocean’s waves. The serene morning was accompanied with the faint snores of the sleepy boy next to you; his arm wrapped lazily around your waist, nose nuzzled deep into your neck.

Yet all you could bring yourself to think was how there was still an unspoken tension between the two of you. Though it was his innate instinct to cuddle up next to you before dawn, you knew that if you did not talk through everything that had happened, you’d only continue to be greeted with aloof hellos and awkward goodbyes.

Your wandering mind came to a halt as your fingers gently traced the freckles on his upper arm. If you knew anything, you knew that you loved this boy deeply, with each and every molecule in your body. You knew that you needed to hear his feelings and sentiments over the previous week’s events. Although you hated confrontation and scary conversations such as the one you’d soon have, it needed to be done to keep him in your life. For however long you stayed sane, that is.

You drew in a breath, reminding yourself that this wasn’t just some boy. It was Stiles; your Stiles. As stubborn and sarcastic as he could be, he was always understanding and forgiving. Especially when it came to you.

“Mm, only you can look this good in the mornings,” He muttered, placing a kiss onto your collarbone. You smiled down at him, happy you see his sleepy honey-colored eyes looking back at you. “Don’t you dare return the compliment or say ‘whatever’. Accept it.”

“You’re so cute,” You giggled, making him roll his eyes playfully. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Thank you… But you look better.”

“I missed waking up next to you,” He smiled, kissing behind your ear. “Is your mom home?”

“No, why?” You chuckled, knowing where this was leading to.

“Oh, no reason,” He smirked, hovering his face above your own, finally pressing a sweet kiss onto your lips. “Just curious.”

“Sti,” You giggled, pulling away to speak only to have his lips follow yours.

“Mm, no talking. Just kissing,” He said between kisses.

“I feel like.. we should talk about everything that happened,” You shook your head, trying to escape the wrath of his never ending pecks. He groaned, nuzzling his head back into the space between your neck and collarbone.

“Whyyy?” He whined before deciding to press a sloppy kiss on your chest with every sentence. “We could just ignore everything that happened and enjoy the morning. We have the house to ourselves. All alone. The things we could do right now.”

“Stiles,” You breathed as he dragged his tongue up your neck slowly, almost making you forget what you were nagging on about to begin with. “We can’t keep fucking to avoid the conversation.”

“I could make you feel so good,” He whispered, his warm breath against your jaw sent shivers down your spine. He smiled at the way your eyes closed, loving the effect he had on you. “I could hear your pretty moans without worrying about being too loud.”

You let him worship your jaw, neck, and chest for a while longer before you flipped him over, now hovering above him. You placed sensual kisses behind his ear before whispering, “Do I have your attention now?”

“You really want to talk about it, don’t you?” He sighed.

“Mhm,” You smiled, nibbling on his earlobe, reaching down to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants. “But I would hate this leave you so hot and bothered. I want you to talk to me about everything that happened these past couple of days. I’ll keep going if you do.”

“What do you mean you’ll keep going if I- Ohh,” Your hand made it’s way down his sweatpants, rubbing over his boxers. His voice quivered as he continued to talk. “I was mad you for breaking the barrier.. Fuck, that feels good.. And then I, u-uh.. I realized that you were right to do what you did. I wasn’t mad anymore I was- oh my god, just like that. I was just hurt and worried. I still am but- ohh, fuck..”

In the time he spoke, your hands toyed with his cock. You’d pulled his pants down, making eye contact as he spoke, watching him throw his head back as you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucking softly.

“Keep going, baby,” You hummed.

“I was distancing myself because I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t know how to lose you… Mm, you look so pretty when you bob your head like that. Fuck, what was I saying?” He moaned, wrapping his hand in your hair. “Oh yeah. I, uh.. Selfishly, I didn’t want to.. see you slowly lose your mind so I- shit, baby.. distanced myself. I guess I’m just scared.”

“I know you are,” You nodded, taking him into your hands as you spoke. “It’s okay to be afraid. If you need more space then I totally get it-“

“No, no- I realized I’d rather stick around and see it through with you,” He said before throwing his head back as you swiped your thumb over his head. “I want as much time with you as I can have. God, especially if you keep doing this. That’s all I have to talk about, baby. I think it’s your turn.”

“So we’re good?” You asked as he placed two fingers under your chin and pulled you back up to kiss you.

“So fucking good,” He let out a breathy chuckle before flipping you on your back.

He was in the midst of leaving sloppy kissing down your breasts when you felt your stomach twist- something was wrong. You quickly sat up and looked out the window.

“Is everything okay?” He paused, pulling away and looking at you with concern.

“I think my mom’s home,” Your brows furrowed. He looked at you with wide eyes before you quickly hopped out of bed, throwing his belongings under your bed. “You need to hide.”

He quickly pulled on his boxers before running to the closet. You hopped back in bed mere seconds before you heard your door open. You pretended to be asleep as her footsteps approached before hearing the window shut. A few seconds later, your mother placed a small kiss on the top of your head before walking back out and closing your bedroom door softly, careful not to wake you. You waited a moment before you let him out of the closet with a smile, only to see him staring at you with a frown.

“How did you know she was home? I didn’t hear anything,” He whispered.

That’s when it dawned on you. You hadn’t felt that familiar feeling since before you’d broken the Mountain Ash barrier. Your mind flashed back to the millions of times you felt that feeing in your stomach; your stomach dropping as a warning. Your eyes widened as your breathing picked up in pace.

“Oh my god,” You muttered, checking your hands to see if there was any hint of black mist. But nothing was there. “You need to go.”

“What?!”

“Shh!” You covered his mouth. “I need to get dressed and wake Scott up. God, how could I have been so reckless? I shouldn’t be around you alone. We need him with us.”

“Wait, what? Why?” He asked, grabbing your shoulders. “Can you please explain what’s going on?”

“That twisty gut feeling I get as a warning, it’s back. Stiles.. If my magic comes back, I need someone there that’s strong enough to control me. Scott is the only one that has been able to snap me out of the black misted rage and…” You shook your head, looking up at your boyfriend. “Sti, I think I feel my magic coming back. I thought it was gone but the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“Look, I’m not leaving your side, okay?” He shook his head. “Let’s get dressed and grab Scott, alright? We can all go back to my house. We have to explain everything we found out to my dad anyway. We’ll just be getting a head start on the day, right?”

“Yeah, okay,” You nodded.

“But uh, I need to use your bathroom first,” He stuttered.

“Huh?.. Oh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead. I’ll get ready real quick and talk to my mom. I can distract her so you can sneak out. I’ll meet you at Scott’s,” You nodded. He smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

———

“So this kid is a real killer?” Mr Stilinski asked, looking down at the open yearbook on his son’s desk. You’d all spent the day at Scott’s house, figuring out ways to explain the situation to the sheriff. Time had slipped by, you hadn’t gotten back to the Stilinskis house until nightfall.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded. His father kept his eyes on the book for a moment before responding.

“No.”

“.. Yes!” Stiles bit back.

“No,” Noah crossed his arms. Stiles shot up from his chair.

“Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police looks for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay?” He began. You and Scott shifted your weight awkwardly as he spoke to his father. “So all you have to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common.”

“Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter, Kara, wasn’t in Harris’s class,” He protested.

“All right, okay, you’re right. Sorry. Then I guess they dropped the chargers against him?” Your boyfriend raised his brows. You loved seeing how quick witted he was when it came to debates and looked down to hide your smile.

“No, you know what? They’re not dropping the charges. But that doesn’t prove anything,” Mr Stilinski said, making his son squirm with frustration. “Scott, do you believe this?”

“It’s really hard to explain how we know this but you just gotta trust us,” Scott spoke with confidence yet kept his voice soft. “We know it’s Matt.”

“Yeah, he took Harris’s car, okay?” Stiles butt in.

“Y/N?” The sheriff looked up at you, knowing that though his son possessed the brain and Scott possessed the heart to solve this mystery, you had both. “Can I trust them?”

He held a special place in his heart for you, seeing as he witnessed you grow up before his very eyes. Not to mention that he had a big influence on who you were today, something he took pride in.

He remembered vividly when you finally grew as close to him as you were with Claudia. You were an outgoing kid, always smiling and striking up a conversation with him when Claudia sent you with lemonade or a snack for him. One day, he was out in the garage changing the oil on his old truck. You skipped in, handing him a bottle of water and asked him to teach you how to do it. For once, you sat quietly, observing his every move closely. Claudia had spoken of how impressed she was of how your mind worked. When she taught you new recipes, you’d quiet down and focus wholeheartedly on everything she did. Then next time she’d cook the same recipe, you’d correct her on her measurements and how long to leave the dish in the oven.

He tested the waters by teaching you the name of every tool he used before starting up again. When he reached out asking for a specific tool, he was surprised to see your little hand place exactly the one he asked for on his palm. You only needed to be told once for you to remember and only needed to be asked once to do as told, something he was not quite used to with his own hyperactive child. He was only reminded of your age when he accidentally got splashed with the oil and you threw your head back in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, showing off your missing front teeth. Without being asked, you helped him clean up afterwards. You’ve always been caring, responsible, and one of the smartest kids he’d ever met (excluding the intelligence of his own son). It was no wonder Claudia took such a liking to you; you were just like her. After that day, if you caught him sneaking off to the garage, you’d grab him a lite beer and a juice box for yourself before following suit.

So when it came to his son’s schemes, he knew he could count on you to tell it how it was.

“Though I’d advice against it on most days, yeah. You can trust them; they’re telling the truth. It’s Matt,” You nodded.

“Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris’s class, that they’d arrest him!” Stiles finished.

“Alright, fine! I’ll allow the remote possibility, but you have to give me a motive. I meant why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it’s coach dead?”

“Isn’t it obvious?!” Stiles held out his arms. “Our swim team sucks! They- haven’t won in like six years! Okay, we don’t have a motive yet.”

You snorted before covering your mouth with your hand and clearing your throat. “Sorry, allergies.”

“Mhm,” Noah deadpanned.

“I mean, come on, does Harris have one?” Stiles ignored, wanting to bring his point home.

“What do you want me to do?” Noah finally nodded. Stiles looked back at you, knowing his father would be more prone to say yes if you asked.

“We need to look at the evidence,” You pursed your lips, afraid of his reaction.

“Yeah that would be in the station, where I no longer work,” He said, unamused, exactly the reaction you anticipated.

“Trust me, they’ll let you in!” Stiles responded.

“Trustyou?” His father raised his brows.

“Trust… Trust Y/N?” Stiles asked, pulling you forward by your waist and placing his hands on your shoulders as if you present you to his father. You grinned.

“Y/N, I trust,” Noah nodded before driving you all out to the station.

———

“We’ll look at the hospital stuff first, okay?” Stiles whispered, taking your hand in his as his father spoke to the officer behind the front desk.

“Why?” Scott questioned.

“Because all of the murdered were commuted by Jackson, except for one, you remember?” He replied.

“The pregnant girl, Jessica,” Scott nodded.

“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed. “Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could’ve seen him.”

You all followed the Sheriff to his office and looked at the hospital footage from the night Jessica died for half an hour, no sight of Matt anywhere.

“That’s him! That’s Matt!” Stiles said, pausing the video.

“All I see is the back of someone’s head,” Noah frowned.

“Matt’s head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He’s got a very distinct cranium, it’s weird,” Stiles explained.

“Are you crazy?”

“All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know wear black jackets?”

“Millions, literally,” his father responded.

“No, yeah, I wear one too,” You nodded making your boyfriend roll his eyes. “What? They’re cool.”

“You’re right. That’s one thing I’m glad never went out of style. You know, I still have the one that Claudia gave me in the 90s and I-“

“CAN WE STOP TALKING ABOUT LEATHER JACKETS?” He flailed his arms dramatically, making you laugh. “God! Focus, people!”

“Okay, can we scroll forward? There’s gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras,” Scott pointed at the screen.

“Right there! Stop! Stop! See? There he is again,” Stiles yelped.

“You mean there’s the back of his head again!” Noah huffed.

“Okay, but look. He’s talking to a couple of people.”

“Scott,” You warned, leaning in. “I think that’s-“

“Our moms,” He finished.

“Okay, uh, what time is it?” You asked looking over at the wall clock. “They we’re both working the graveyard shift tonight. They carpooled and should be on the way home by now.”

“I’ll call my mom,” Scott nodded, dialing and putting his phone on speaker.

“One second, Y/M/N,” Melissa huffed. “Scott, I told you not to go out tonight! Is Y/N with you? Her mother is looking for her. If you two don’t get your asses home right now-“

“Melissa!” You interrupted. “We need both of you to come to the station. We’re here with Sheriff Stilinski and-“

“DID YOU GET ARRESTED?!” Your mother gasped taking the phone. “Y/F/N, I swear to god if-“

“Why are you two eager to get us in trouble tonight?” Scott rolled his eyes, looking up at you. You shook your head, not approving of the way he was poking the two scariest bears you knew. “Listen, we’re not in trouble. We’re working with the sheriff to solve the murder cases and we think we found something. Do you remember talking to Matt on the night the pregnant woman got killed?”

“Kids, do you know how many people we deal with in a day?” Melissa asked sarcastically.

“This one’s 16. He’s got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager-“ Scott began.

“He looks EVIL!” Stiles chimed in.

“Scott, we already talked to the police about this.”

“Okay, Mom, I’m gonna take a picture and send it to you,” You spoke up, doing as told. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah,” She responded. “Mel, look at this. Is this the guy you stopped because he was tracking mud in the hall?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Her best friend responded. “Scott, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, Mom. We’ll explain later. Gotta go,” He said, hanging up before she could protest. You could only imagine their reactions to that.

“Okay, we’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site,” Noah said, flipping through his evidence book.

“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles began. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”

“Actually four,” His father corrected. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed.”

“When?” You asked.

“A couple hours before you got there,” He looked at his son.

“Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and there’s a pattern, what’s four?” Stiles questioned.

“Four’s enough for a warrant,” He told him. Stiles cheered, holding out his hand for a high five which you gladly accepted. “Scott, Y/N, call your mothers back. See how quick they can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let them in when they get here.”

You felt the familiar sensation you felt that same morning; your stomach sank and twisted as the words spilled out of the sheriff’s mouth.

“On it!” Stiles said, speeding out.

“Sti! Wait!” You called after him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the hall, closing the door behind you.

“What? Hold on, can this wait? I need to-“

“You know that funny feeling I told you about? The one I had this morning?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s back. Something’s wrong. I don’t think we should go out there,” You explained, looking around before feeling it again.

“I’m sure it’s just because of what we found out-“

“No, Stiles, it’s something worse. A lot worse,” You argued before a sharp pain stabbed against your skull, you winced and gasped, grabbing at your head.

“Y/N? Y/N, are you alright?!” Stiles asked, grabbing onto your arms for support. “Scott!”

“Derek. Something’s wrong with Derek and.. Peter?” You breathed as Scott came out of Noah’s office. You kept getting flashes of their faces in your mind; Peter covered in dirt, Derek talking to Doc. The boys looked at each other in concern, afraid that this was finally it.

“Peter’s dead, Y/N, remember?” Scott asked, motioning Stiles to go to the front desk. “I got this.”

“You sure?” Stiles furrowed his brows, looking at you as you doubled over and gasped again from the pain.

“Yeah. Go,” Scott nodded before sitting you down in a nearby chair. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t think we should tell our moms to come, Scott. Something is wrong. I think Matt knows that we’re on to him! Derek’s in trouble and-“

“I already texted them- oh shit… Your magic really is coming back, isn’t it?” Scott frowned, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe. Keep your thoughts-“

“Scott! I’m not going fucking crazy!” You huffed. “Tell them not to come! Matt’s here!”

“No, he’s not,” Scott blinked. “Listen to me-“

“Stiles..” Your voice trailed off as your stomach twisted once again. Your mind silenced and the pain subsided as you felt a magnetic pull towards the front desk. You looked up at Scott before taking off running.

“Y/N! What are you doing?!” He called before running after you. You paused as your eyes settled on the situation unfolding in the front room; your boyfriend was held at gun point.

“Oh fuck..” Scott breathed behind you.

“That’s impressive. That little trick you do,” Matt laughed, looking over at you. “Too bad that instinct kicked in a little too late this time. Walk back to the office.”

You all stood frozen in place.

“NOW!” Matt shouted. You did as told, as he herded you back to the sheriff. His face dropped when he saw you all walk in followed by the boy holding the gun.

“Matt?” Noah spoke up, holding his hand up. “It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee you there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”

“You know, it’s funny you say that,” The boy smirked. “Because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”

“-I know you don’t wanna hurt people.”

“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people,” Matt said casually. “You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”

You all turned to your best friend to see his eyes close in frustration.

“That could definitely get someone hurt,” He finished. “Everyone. Phones. NOW!”

You all hesitated, looking over at the sheriff. He nodded before you all set your phones on the desk. Before you knew it, Stiles was being forced to handcuff both you and his father to the prison cell’s wall.

“Tighter,” Matt ordered, causing your boyfriend’s eyes to roll.

“Do what he says, Stiles,” Noah nodded. He did as told before the boys were led out of the room.

“Mr Stilinski, our moms are-“

“I know. I know,” He breathed. “Do you have any idea how to unlock these things?”

“Keys,” You responded.

“Okay, smart ass. I meant any other way!” He huffed. You sat in thought for a moment before your eyes lit up. You looked down at your cuffs.

“I have bobby pins in my hair. Can you use your free hand to give me one?” You whispered. He nodded, doing as told. “This might take a while. We have to be quiet. He’ll kill us if he knows what we’re up to.”

You fiddled around with the bobby pin for about half an hour, hearing all sort of noises coming from the boys. As time went on, your head began to pound harder and hands began to shake from the nerves.

“You alright there, kiddo? Hey, hey, look at me,” Noah said, placing a hand over your own. You looked up, beads of sweat now rolled down your forehead. He noticed your pale features, hoping this was nothing more than a panic attack. “Hey, you’re okay. We’re okay. There hasn’t been a gunshot yet, alright? The boys are fine. You have time, just breathe and relax. You won’t be able to get anything done when you’re freaking out, alright? Here, take a deep breath with me, come on. In… all the way in.. And out.. Again. In… and out.”

“So that’s where Stiles got it from,” You let out a breathy chuckle after a few moments of breathing. His father smiled.

“No, actually, I got that from his mom,” He admitted. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “My head is pounding but I-“

A gunshot echoed through the empty halls followed by the screams of women.

“MOM?!” You shouted, snapping your head towards the sound.

“SCOTT! STILES!” Noah stood up. “WHAT HAPPENED?!”

“Back! Get back!” You heard Matt shout. You felt tears begin to form.

“Noah,” You breathed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Keep breathing and stop messing with the cuffs. I have a feeling we won’t be alone for very long,” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Matt! Matt, listen to me!”

“Shut up! SHUT UP! EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!” You heard him scream. “NOW GET UP, OR I SHOOT HER NEXT!”

Within a few moments, you saw Scott enter the room with a bloodied abdomen followed your mothers. Their faces dropped when they saw you and the sheriff locked to the wall.

“Y/N,” Your mom breathed, trying to walk over to you before Matt shoved her back towards the cell.

“GET IN!” Matt ordered. The women quickly shuffled in, tears running down their faces as he locked the door.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor,” Melissa begged.

“You think so?” Matt whispered.

“Hey, hey! You listen to me-“ Stilinski shouted.

“It’s all right! I’m okay!” Scott interrupted.

“No, honey, you’re not okay,” Melissa sobbed, breaking your heart.

“It doesn’t hurt, Mom,” Scott reassured.

“‘Cause that’s the adrenaline, okay?” She breathed.

“Please, let me.. Let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding,” Your mom spoke up. “I’m an ER nurse practitioner. I deal with this stuff all of the-“

“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you.

“Please just let us take a quick look-“

“Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!” Matt growled. “Ladies, if you keep talking, I’m gonna put them next two bullets though their heads.”

“Okay, okay,” They whispered before your mother wrapped her arms protectively around her best friend.

“Back to the front, McCall!”

And with that, the boys disappeared again.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Your mother questioned.

“Be quiet, Mom. If they hear us talking, they might kill us. Okay?” You whispered, now collecting your emotions to calm her down. “Matt’s the killer. He’s behind all of the murders, alright? He knows we know. But I have no clue what he wants.”

“Sheriff, can you get us out of here?” Melissa sobbed quietly. “My son is dying.”

“Any luck on those cuffs?” He turned to you. “You get them off, maybe I can sneak behind him and shoot him.”

Your heart sank. You knew that would surely get him killed. Stiles already lost his mom, you couldn’t have him lose his father too.

“I’ll keep trying,” You whispered, knowing you couldn’t unlock his as well. “We have to keep quiet.”

You worked for a few more minutes before you felt another sharp pain attack your skull.

“Y/N!” The adults gasped as they saw you drop the bobby pin and grab your face.

“What’s going on- are you okay?” The sheriff asked. “She keeps getting these pains, Y/M/N. I have no idea why.”

“I’m fine. Can you grab another bobby pin?” You shook your head. He hesitated but reached up nonetheless before handing you the small metal piece.

Within sheer moments, the lights went out, causing everyone to gasp before the warning lights and sirens began to wail.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?! WHAT’S GOING ON?!” Matt shouted before the sounds of rapid gunfire made the loud siren sound faint in comparison. The room you sat in erupted into shouts as everyone covered their ears as smoke began to seep through the doorway.

You continued to blindly mess with the cuffs for a few more minutes, listening to gunshots, snarls and screams. Finally, you felt the cuffs loosen and smiled.

“I got it!” You chuckled.

“Atta girl! Okay, now, you see those keys?” Stilinski began, noticing your gaze was set on the door. “Y/N? You listening?”

“I’m sorry, Mr Stilinski, but Stiles already lost one parent. I can’t let him lose you too,” You said as you took off your cuffs.

“Y/N,” He warned. “Unlock these cuffs. Do not try to be the hero.”

“Y/N, listen to Noah!” Your mother ordered. You looked up at them with guilty eyes. “Y/F/N, DO NOT WALK OUT OF THAT DOOR!”

“Y/N!” Melissa shouted.

“I’m sorry!” You shouted, grabbing a nearby gun and handing it to the sheriff. “Protect them. I’ll be back.”

“Y/N!” They all shouted as you ran out of the room. You knew this office like the back of your hand; you’d grown up here. Despite the darkness, you flawlessly moved through the hallways, searching for the boys. You looked through the rooms before you bumped into someone’s shoulder. It wasn’t until the warning lights lit up that you realized it was Jackson.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, closing the door and running the other way. You continued to follow your instinct, turning left and right as the familiar magnetic pull drew you towards your next destination.

“OW! FUCK!” You heard your boyfriend yell as you felt your foot step on something.

“Stiles?” You breathed, crouching down to see him and Derek lying on the floor.

“Y/N!” Scott called from the doorway, crouching down next to you and slinging your boyfriend’s arm over his shoulder. “Help me pick them up! We need to get them away from Jackson!”

“Just take Stiles! I got it from here,” Derek protested.

You nodded, taking your boyfriend’s other arm. You both began leading him away from the room before you felt your stomach drop.

“Other way! Other way!” You choked out as Jackson appeared from the dark. You all gasped before turning around and running through a series of doors, shutting them behind you only so they could be torn down within seconds by the Kanima. You got to the final room, waiting anxiously for it to be torn open once again. But nothing came besides a distant shriek.

“Y/N, stay with Stiles! I’ll be back,” Scott ordered as you both sat him down on a chair.

“You’re kidding, right?” You scoffed. “We’re better in a group! I can’t protect him without my powers- Scott!”

“Stay here!” He ignored, opening the door and leaving. You scoffed in disbelief before looking over at Stiles.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You’re the one that’s paralyzed,” You replied, making him roll his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. So are our parents but I think we should go check on them.”

“But Scott said to stay put.”

“When have you ever been one to listen to orders?” You smiled, taking his arm and draping it over your shoulder again. “Too many windows here anyway.”

“Good point,” He nodded. You cautiously and quietly opened the door, checking to make sure the coast was clear before you carried him towards the holding cell.

“God, you’re heavy,” You groaned, slowing down as you continued to walk.

“Maybe you’re just weak!” He argued, making you chuckle.

“Don’t make me laugh. I need my strength,” You groaned again as you readjusted him on your shoulder. The closer you got to the cell, the more you heard the sheriff’s screams. Adrenaline kicked in and you picked up your pace.

As you finally turned around the corner, you saw him break free from the wall, tearing off the piece of metal he was cuffed to. Your mother and Melissa cheered before their faces dropped. You followed their gaze to see Matt rushing towards Stilinski, hitting him the back of the head and knocking him out cold.

“DA-“ Your hand slapped over Stiles’ mouth. You tossed your boyfriend behind the wall as Matt turned to face you. “Y/N, what the fuck?!”

“You really aren’t as smart as people led me on to believe,” Matt smiled at you, his eyes remaining completely emotionless.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you want, Matt. Just leave them alone,” You held your hands out, showing you came without a weapon.

“Please, as if you could offer me anything I don’t already have,” He scoffed, raising his gun.

“NO! SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME INSTEAD! SHE’S JUST A KID!” Your mother screamed, rattling the cage.

“Now there’s an idea,” He chuckled before you all heard a snarl in the corner. You looked over to see Derek standing in one entrance before Jackson appeared at the other. You gasped before watching them have at it, throwing punches and each other against the wall. Matt began to run away, you innately stepped forward before he pointed his gun at you.

“You watching Stiles?” He laughed. “WHAT ABOUT YOU, MRS Y/L/N?!”

Your mother fell to her knees, screaming and begging for him to take her life instead of your own. Stiles pleaded for him to put down the gun. Then suddenly, everything fell silent. You looked around and realized everything around you began moving in slow motion as something inside of you snapped. You could no longer have this sociopath take any more lives.

A blinding green light illuminated the hallway; it came from you. Matt turned around quickly and shot at you, only to see the bullets had no effect and simply dropped as they hit you. His eyes widened before he took off running. You almost chased after him before you heard your name being called from the cell beside you.

You turned to see the Kanima standing on the holding cell, looking at Melissa and your mother with a hunger to kill. You held out your hand, feeling your hair blow back as you sent a blast into the beast. It slammed into the metal bars before falling back into the floor with a large thud.

Though you stunned it for a moment, it snapped back into all fours; its gaze set on you. Derek groaned on the floor, trying to get back up to help you but continued to fall back onto his stomach. You maintained eye contact with the monster, ready for it to strike at any moment, when you saw something out of the corner of your eyes launch into it, growling and it sliced through its back.

Scott now stood in full werewolf mode on its other side and Derek began to stand up, coming out of his daze. The Kanima looked around before rushing off into the hallway with Derek hot on its heels.

“Scott! Scott, are you okay?!” Melissa sobbed. Your mother stayed silent as she saw the green light illuminate from your eyes and hands. You both slowly looked their way, wishing you hadn’t when you saw the looks on their faces twist from concern to utter disappointment. Your mother wrapped a protective arm around Melissa as they stepped back from you both.

“No,” Melissa choked out before she sobbed quietly into your mother’s shoulder. Her eyes never left you, not even after the green light fades away.

“Mom, I-“ You began.

“Don’t,” She stopped you, making your heart sink. “Just.. don’t.”

“Get them out of here,” Scott turned to you. “You have your powers back. Make sure they make it to their car before you come back in and help me, alright?”

You nodded, barely being able to look away from your mother to acknowledge his order. The green light that once illuminated the room fizzled into nothing as your heart sank. It was as if you were looking at two different women; their motherly gazes of love and adoration now melted into nothing.

“Hey, you still have me,” He whispered, seeing the tears form in your eyes.

“You have me too,” You responded as you blinked away the tears. “Don’t worry about me, go.”

You looked over at the women in the cell before grabbing the keys and unlocking it for them. They simply stayed put, looking at you in a mixture of horror and anger.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I just want to make sure you get out of here safely. Help me drag Stiles in here so I can make sure these guys are safe before I walk you back out to your car,” You explained. They nodded, walking out, grabbing both of your boyfriend’s arms, and dragging him beside his father.

“Y/N,” He began, looking at you in concern.

“You okay on your own?” You crouched down, giving him a halfhearted smile.

“Areyou?” He asked hesitantly, looking at your hands. “Your powers are back, Y/N. Are you sure you want to be alone with them?”

“Sti, my powers are honestly the last thing I’m worried about. I’ll come back for you, okay?” You brushed off. “I’ll be fine.”

“WAIT THAT DIDN’T SOUND TOO CONVINCING!” He called after you as you left the room. “Y/N!?”

“What is going on, young lady?” Melissa hissed as you grabbed her arm, leading the way.

“Long story,” You whispered, checking to make sure the coast was clear before you continued to walk through the dark hallways.

“No. Absolutely not. You are going to explain everything to me! Why were you glowing?! Why is my son..” Her voice trailed off as she swallowed a knot.

“Look, Mel. I know you deserve an explanation. A really good one. But right now, I just need to get you both out of here and-“

“We are not going anywhere!” She protested, looking over at your silent mother. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Please, we have to be quiet in order for me to get us out alive,” You finally grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes. “Scott and I will explain it all soon, okay? I need you to be quiet. Our lives depend on it. Just.. Trust me.”

“Trust you?” Her eyes widened with anger. “You’ve been lying to us and you expect us to trust you?”

“Okay, that’s fair. At the very least, just stay quiet and let me get out out of here alive,” You whispered. “Let me save you.”

She scoffed, pulled away from you before holding out her hand as if to say ‘lead the way’. You took a deep breath, looking over at your mother to see her emotionless expression before you led them through the halls.

You closed your eyes, focusing on where your magic led you, turning left and right when you felt it was correct. At one point, you held your arm out and pressed a finger against your lips as you all pressed against the wall. Jackson hissed before running past the three of you with Derek close behind him.

You continued to navigate through the bloodied halls before you finally got to the exit. You looked around before jogging over to your mother’s car, opening the passenger’s door for Melissa before looking into your mother’s expressionless eyes.

“Mom, I-“

“I know,” She nodded as Melissa got in. “Your father, he-.. I thought he was crazy until I saw his mother show me the very same magic you just used.. I’m disappointed in you for not telling us sooner.”

“I-..” Your voice trailed off, flinching as another round of gunshots and snarls echoed behind you. “Can we talk about this at home?”

She looked at you in a way that almost made her unrecognizable. It hurt to see that the adoration that normally decorated her features were gone; it was as if she was looking at a stranger.

“I’m calling your father. Talk it through with him. I don’t want you coming anywhere near my house anymore,” She shook her head before climbing into the car. Your lips parted as she drove off without hesitation.

You get your eyes fill with tears as you watched the women leave the premises. You stood in disbelief, feeling stray tears fall into your cheeks.

Your own mother didn’t want you anymore. Never in your sixteen years of existence had she looked at or spoke to you in that way. This was the woman who birthed you- raised you. And she simply kicked you out like a dog.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind. You quickly wiped your stray tears before turning to face Scott who carried your boyfriend. “We need to go! Grab Stiles’ keys and.. Wait, what just happened? Are you-“

“I’m fine,” You interrupted. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 10 ->

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UM OKAY I WAS REALLY FEELING THIS SMUTTY (ish) INTRO BAHAHA!! no but like i know just how choppy this chapter was IM SORRY!! the episode was really awkward and none of the characters had much screen time so i was fighting for my LIFE trying to write this chapter lmaooo

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Tue, 03 May 2022 15:27:26

IED ||Liam Dunbar || Part 1

I decided to combine three request so I can try and catch up with all the request I’ve received.

Requested: “can i get a liam x reader where the reader also has I.E.D and moved to beacon hills and one day she was getting bullied and all of a sudden she just screamed and punched the guy and stiles and scott saw what happened and then you got brought to the guidance counsellor and got told to work with liam because he was getting better with his. Also could you make it get really fluffy”

And

“could you please do a Liam smut where it’s their first time (ever) and they’re both kind of awkward at first like with fingering then it starts to all come together and they have passionate sex ?”

And

“OMG can you do a Liam imagine based off the game “too hot” (where you have to makeout and can’t touch but first one to touch loses) and it turns to smut??”

“Fuck!”I cursed as I spilled water on my blue jeans.

I let go of the steering wheel and accidentally pressed my foot further onto the gas pedal as I looked down at my legs, jumping as I felt my car run hit something. I looked up to see I had ran over a bike.

“I just got to this stupid school and I’m already having a bad day.”I muttered as I stepped out of my car.

“What the hell man? You ran over my bike!”A dirty blonde boy with brown eyes yelled as he and his friends rushed over.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to park and I spilled-”I started to say before I was interrupted by the dirty blonde.

“Are you fucking retarded?”The dirty blonde furiously questioned.

Is he for real going to use retard as a way to insult me? Unbelievable.

“Connor, chill! She’s a girl. You know they can’t drive.”The blonde boy with blue eyes spoke up.

A sexist comment? Oh they’re reallytrying me.

“How about you shut your mouths and get out of my way.”I spat, shoving past them.

I had to get away from them before I’d do something they’d regret. Of course something had already happened on my first day in my new school. Suddenly I felt someone hand grip my wrist and that’s when I knew that I probably wouldn’t even get to see the inside of this new school. I swiftly turned around and swung my fist at ‘Connor’. Connor stumbled back into his friends arms who stared at me with shocked expressions.

“Touch me again, I fucking dare you!”I bellowed, breathing heavily.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”Connor yelled as he held his bleeding nose.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?”I asked in disbelief as I started to laugh manically.

“I’ll show you what’s wrong with me.”I seethed as I started charging towards him.

All of a sudden I felt someone grab me from behind and pick me up. I thrashed around on their arms, trying to escape. I kept screaming and grunting when I noticed a brown eyed pale boy start yelling at the person who carried me.

“Scott you’re not helping her by holding her down!”A voice on my right yelled.

The pale boy opened the door to a room where I was thrown into There were lockers everywhere, so obviously it’s a locker room. A boy I hadn’t noticed shoved the guy who held me and the pale one away from the door and closed it. I was still raging when he walked over to me.

“Hey, I know you’re mad but whatever made you explode, raging won’t undo what happened and it won’t make things better.”He reminded me, slowly approaching me.

“Just inhale…and now exhale. Inhale, exhale.”He whispered, doing as he said.

I inhaled and exhaled with the boy and soon quit shaking.

“I’m guessing you have anger issues?”He asked, making me nod as I let out a shaky breath.

“IED to be exact.”I murmured, resting against the nearest locker.

The blue eyed boy smiled lightly making me furrow my eyebrows at him.

“Oh it amuses you? Well I’m glad to be entertainment to you, dick.”I spat, making the blue eyed boy furrow his eyebrows.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…I have I.E.D too.”He admitted.

I turned to him and smiled like he had earlier.

“Cool- I mean not cool, having I.E.D isn’t cool. It sucks really, but-”I started to say but was cut off by the blue eyed boy.

“It’s cool to meet someone else who has I.E.D. Someone who knows what it’s like.”He spoke up.

I grinned and nodded.

“I’m Liam.”He greeted, holding out his hand.

“(Y/N), and thank you Liam.”I thanked.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), to the principal’s office please.”I heard someone say over the intercom.

I sighed and threw my head in my hands. My parents were going to kill me for getting in trouble on the first day. The bell rang, making Liam jump to his feet.

“Shit, I’m late. I have to go sorry, good luck with the principal!”Liam yelled as he ran out.

I groaned and rose to my feet. Not a good start at this new school.

*two weeks later*

“I don’t think you should be here today.”My friend Jessica whispered as we walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High.

“Why not?”I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

Her eyes widened as she looked ahead. As I was about to turn, Jessica grabbed my hand and turned us around.

“Just trust me, you should go home.”Jessica muttered, dragging me away from whatever she had seen.

I yanked my wrist from her grip and turned around.

“I trust you but I can’t leave-”I began to say but stopped as I had finally realized why she wanted me to leave.

On my locker, there were posters of what seemed to be me, but a green version of me. I clenched my fists and stormed over, ripping one of the posters off my locker. People were crowding my locker. Looking closer at it, I realized why I was green in the picture. They were making me look like The Hulk. There were speech bubbles, mocking me for having anger issues and exploding over ‘ stupid reasons’. Anger rose inside me as I began tearing the posters off my locker.

“Aw you didn’t like my gift? That’s too bad, I could’ve sworn it represented you exactly for who you are.”Connor purred.

Jessica ran over to my side, grabbing my arms to keep me from lunging at Connor.

“(Y/N), let’s go. He isn’t worth it.”She tried reassuring me.

I remembered what Liam had told me to do on my first day at school. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times before forcing a smile onto my face.

“You’re right Jessica, shrimp dick here isn’t worth it.” I muttered, glaring at him.

Connor’s smirk fell, he recently has his nudes leaked. So many people were teasing him over how small his dick is, but honestly, it makes sense.

“Maybe if you didn’t act like a massive dick, you’d probably have an average size dick.”I spat, making the crowd

Connor’s jaw clenched but relaxed when I turned to my locker. Once I opened it, green paint splattered all over my face. Everyone gasped. I felt my eyes tear up as I looked at my paint stained clothes. I felt completely and utterly humiliated. I felt vulnerable.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”Jessica yelled as tears trickled down my face.

“Not so tough now, huh-”Connor started to say before I let out a scream, swinging my fist at his face.

He fell backwards, as I continued to rage. Grabbing his dirty blonde locks, I slammed his face against the floor, continuously until I was yanked away from Connor. I’m pinned against the lockers as I thrash around in the male teachers grip.

“Calm down, quit it!”The male teacher yelled.

“I’ll calm down when you let me go!”I screamed back, glaring at the teacher.

But he didn’t listen.

“Oh you are just the kind of kids that make me wish we could hit you little shits.”The teacher muttered, making me laugh manically.

“Oh try me you old piece of shit.”I spat.

Suddenly the two older boys I had met on my first day of school along with Liam dashed over.

“Coach, she has I.E.D. Most people with I.E.D don’t respond well when you hold them or touch them while they rage.”Stiles spoke up.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”Coach spat back, ignoring Stiles.

“Oh but I am, sweetheart.”I teased, making Coach fume.

As soon as the Coach gripped me tighter, Scott and Stiles grabbed his arms and managed to get him to release me.

I balled my hand into fists until someone appeared by my side. A brunette grabbed my wrists and held me back from attacking the coach. I glared at the brunette and tried yanking my arms away from her, but she was insanely strong. After Stiles and Scott let go of the coach, he turned to the brunette.

“Malia,take her to the office.”Coach muttered before yelling at everyone to get to class.

Malia dragged me the office where she forced me to sit and wait for the guidance counselor. The guidance counselor and principal stepped out of their offices and talked to me. I explained why I exploded and ‘assaulted’ Connor. After a brief discussion with them, they decided they were going to call my parents to tell them to pick me up because I am now suspended for a week. The principal left to go call my parents while I sat across from the guidance counselor.

“(Y/N), this is partially my fault. I should’ve done this sooner.”She spoke up as she grabbed her mic.

I furrowed my eyebrows and watched as she pressed the black button and began to speak.

“Liam Dunbar, Liam Dunbar to the guidance counselors office. Liam Dunbar to the guidance counselors office, please.”The guidance counselor announced over the intercom.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I hadn’t seen Liam since my first day at school. A minute later, Liam walked in. He froze as he noticed me sitting in the chair.

“You asked for me?”Liam spoke up, still standing.

“Liam, yes. Please, sit.”The guidance counselor answered, pointing at the spot next to me on her couch.

Liam pressed his lips into a thin line before sitting on the opposite side of the couch from me. I frowned and felt slightly hurt by his actions.

“Liam since you’ve been getting better with your I.E.D, I was wondering if you could help (Y/N) deal with hers. You know, giver her some tips, anything that would help her.”She explained.

Liam looked over at me while I looked down at my hands before. He sighed and ran his fingers through his beautifully styled brown hair.

“Yeah, sure.”——————————————————————————————

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Mon, 11 Jun 2018 20:03:00

]Requested: “Heyy! I wanted to ask you if you would want to write a Theo Raeken imagine based on Dusk Till Dawn by ZAYN and Sia? Love u “

Not tryna be indie
Not tryna be cool
Just tryna be in this
Tell me, are you too?
Can you feel where the wind is?
Can you feel it through
All of the windows
Inside this room?

It was one of those nights where I felt the need to run through Beacon Hills Preserve, wanting to escape from everything going on. I sneaked out during a pack meeting at Scott’s house, feeling too overwhelmed by our current situation. Gerard Argent was forming an army, an army with one goal, wipe out the entire existence of supernatural beings.

I felt my phone vibrating, making me groan as I slowed down. I looked at my phone to see Scott calling, they noticed earlier than usual. I declined his call and continued on with my run, wanting to get to the highest point which had the best view of the moon. Most people come here for the ‘aesthetic view’. I finally made it to the top and sat on the edge. I let out a sigh, slumping down onto the leaves.

“You left just becuse you were trying to be indie or cool?”I heard a familair voice ask.

“I’m not trying to be indie, not trying to be cool.”I answered, not bothering to look back at him.

“Then why’d you come here?”Theo asked, plopping down next to me.

“I’m just trying to be in this…”I mumbled.’

“In what?”He questioned, confused as to what I was refering to.

“”This moment, life in general. I get we have to be ready for the war that’s coming, but if Lydia is right… I want to appreciate every single little beautiful thing before I die.“I explained, making him tilt his head.

"Don’t you?“I asked.

“I don’t really know how to."He answered.

"It’s simple really, close your eyes."I told him.

As soon as he closed his eyes, I noticed him clenching his jaw.

"Can you feel where the wind is?"I asked, making him open his eyes.

"No.."He answered in a cold tone.

“Well maybe if you’d loosen up, you’d feel the wind go through you.”I muttered.

“Are you on drugs?”He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Oh Theo…"I sighed before laying on my back.

Cause I wanna touch you, baby
And I wanna feel you, too
I wanna see the sunrise and your sins
Just me and you
Light it up, on the run
Let’s make love, tonight
Make it up, fall in love, try.

What’re you doing?"Theo asked as I stared at his chiseled jawline.

"Imagining my hands touching you."I bluntly answered.

He couldn’t help but smirk at my comment, and then stared back at me with the same longing look I gave him.

“You can’t get enough of me, can’t you?”Theo asked, chuckling as he turned to me.

“Niether can you.”I answered, making him grin.

“Yeah, you’re right.”He mumbled, his eyes flickering down at my lips.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling as he pulled me back for another.

“She doesn’t bite for once.”Theo spoke up as we pulled away.

“It’s not always about lust Raeken…”I replied, shrugging.

“Well we are, that’s the reason why we hook up.”Theo argued.

“Then why do you insist on staying after I tell you that you don’t have to stay?”I asked.

“Well…It’s late when we finish, Beacon Hills is a dangerous place to walk around in at night.”Theo answered.

“Just admit it, you like me.”I mumbled.

“Why would I?”He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Ouch.

“We did say no strings attached. Just pure lust and pleasure.”Theo added, making me roll my eyes and shove him away from me.

I watched as his smirk faltered, his facial expression softening as his eyes flickered between my eyes and chest.

“You caught feelings…didn’t you?”Theo asked, probably listening to my heartbeat.

“As if.”I scoffed, glaring at him.

“(Y/N)-”Theo starrted to say but was cut off by the sound a gunshot.

“Run.”I muttered, jumping to my feet.

Theo tried to reach for me, but I was still upset with him. My stubborn dumbass decided to run away not just from hunters but Theo as well. After a few minuets of running, I run into Nolan Holloway.

¨God dammit, of course I run into the creepy kid with a gun.”I cursed.

I held my hands up, hoping Nolan knew I wasn’t supernatural.

“Nolan, shoot her.”Gabe ordered, making me turn around.

“Great, I also happen to run into Mr.School Shooter too.”I insulted, making Gabe glare at me.

“Nolan!”Gabe warned, pointing his rifle between Nolan and I.

“I’m human you dumbass, you can’t shoot me!”I snapped, glaring back at Gabe.

Gabe smirked before firing a bullet into my shoulder. I fell back onto the ground and whimpered, grabbing my shoulder as blood started to trickle down.

“Gabe, what the hell? We’re supposed to shoot the supernatural, not humans!”Nolan scolded Gabe as he helped me up.

“She’s apart of Scott’s pack, no one in Scott’s pack is human.”Gabe seethed as I held onto Nolan.

“Are you fucking blind, do you not see my bleeding wound? I would’ve healed by now!”I spat, fuming with anger.

Gabe walked over to us, making Nolan and I slowly back up. Gabe shoved Nolan away from me before swinging his rifle at me, smacking me right across my face. I stumbled backwards, feeling my cheek start to trickle blood.

“Gabe!”Nolan yelled as Gabe grabbed dragged me all the way until he found a large and deep hole in the ground.

I kept trying to swing my fist and legs at Gabe, but he kept blocking them. Gabe shoved me into the hole. I almost managed to pull Gabe down with me, but he swung his right fist at my face, making me let go.

“Gabe-”

“Nolan go, go before I shoot you next!”Gabe threatened.

I listened as Nolan sighed before he started to walk away.

“Fuck you Gabe!”I screamed, feeling my my eyes get teary.

I was pissed, so pissed that I started to feel tears fall down my cheeks.

“I’m going to kill you when I get out of here, fuck you Gabe!”I shrieked before I heard bullets flying in the air, hitting the dirt I was in.

I crouched down and covered my head, screaming in fear. I can’t die like this, I don’t want to die. I’m just a kid, a kid who still hasn’t graduated from high school. I don’t want to die like this. God, please don’t let me die tonight.

Suddenly the gunfire stopped, everything was silent except the sound of lecaes crunching under someones feet. I crawled to the corner, not wanting the person to spot me.

“Will you please grab my hand and let me help you?”

But you’ll never be alone
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
Baby, I’m right here
I’ll hold you when things go wrong
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
Baby, I’m right here
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
Baby, I’m right here

“Theo?”I asked, looking up at him with teary eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d leave you alone, did you?”Theo asked, smirking.

My quivering lips formed into a smile as I Theo reached down for my hand. I gladly gave him my hand, making him pull me out of the hole.

“I thought I was going to die.”I muttered, feeling my eyes tear up agaimn.

“Hey, I’m right here. No one’s dying on my watch.”Theo answered, holding my hand as he lead the way.

“Why, because you’re afraid Scott would blame you and that would ruin your plan of joining the pack?”I joked, making him scoff.

“This is the thanks I get for saving your life?”He asked in disbelief.

“…Thank you.”

We were shut like a jacket
So do your zip
We will roll down the rapids
To find a wave that fits
Can you feel where the wind is
Can you feel it through
All of the windows
Inside this room

“Scott, can I borrow a shirt?”I asked as I looked through his closet.

“By borrow you mean have, don’t you?”Scott asked from his bathroom.

I had just taken a shower in Scott’s bathroom after a long night of trying to figure out how to defeat Gerard and the Anuk-Ite. Normally Scott and Stiles would stay up all night to figure these situations out, but Stiles wasn’t here at the moment. Scott decided not to tell Stiles our situation, not wanting to drag his best friend back into danger.

“Maybe!”I yelled, finding one of his clean white tshirts.

“Could you get that?”Scott asked as we boht heard knocking coming from downstairs.

“Sure…”I mumbled before sprinting downstairs.

I pulled the door open to see Theo who was surprised to see me.

“T-Theo, what’re you doing here?”I asked.

“What’re you doing here and why are you wearing Scott’s shirt?”Theo asked.

This is the first time we’ve spoken to each other in three days since Theo had saved my life. Theo and I had closed one another out since he figured out I had feelings for him.

“Is it the pizza?”Scott asked, walking down the stairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Theo’s jaw clenched as he looked between Scott and I, putting two and two together. My hair was wet, and so was Scott’s. Water droplets were on his chest and for gods sake, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist while I only wore Scott’s shirt.

“Sadly for you guys, I don’t have pizza.”Theo mumbled, eyeing me.

I didn’t need to be a werewolf to know Theo was upset to see me with Scott.

A man behind Theo cleared his throat, making Theo move out of the way.

“I have the pizza.”The man spoke up.

Scott garbbed 20 dollars from my purse, making me whine.

“I’ll pay you back.”Scott assured me, making me roll my eyes.

I noticed Theo turn around, knowing he’d leave. Something in me knew I could’t let him go.

“Theo.”I spoke up, grabbing his hand.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, turning to face me.

“Stay…please.”I pleaded.

Theo’s eyes softened before he smiled softly at me. I dragged him into Scott’s house where Scott was already devouring the pizza. His phone started to ring, making him grab it. He looked to see who was calling him and started to choke.

“I-it’s Kira.”He whispered, looking up at me.

“Answer her!”I yelled, making him run away with his phone.

“They’re still together?”Theo asked.

“Yeah, they still are.”I answered, grinning

"So you two had shower sex-” “Tyler and I stayed up all night trying to figure out how to win this war.

I took a shower first and then he did."I explained.

Theo simply nodded, looking down at his hands as we both sat on Scott’s couch in silence. I didn’t expect Theo and I to start talking all of sudden, but I really hope we would before Scott comes back.

"Are you still having nightmares?"I blurted out, turning to look at him.

Theo was taken aback by question, but nevertheless he answered.

"Sometimes, but it’s not as bad as before."Theo answered, shrugging.

I nodded, looking back down at my hands.

"What about you?"He asked.

"I don’t have nightmares."I answered, confused.

"You do, maybe they’re not like mine, but they’re nightmares."Theo stated, making me look up at him.

Theo and I stared back at each other until I pursed my lips into a thin line, trying not to smile. Of course there would be tension between us both. I can’t tell if it’s sexual tension or-

“I can’t take this anymore.”Theo muttered,snapping me out of my daydream.

“What-”I started to say but was cut off by Theo’s lips.

I sat there frozen for a few seconds, bewildered by his sudden actions. He cupped my face as soon as I started to kiss back. My hands instantly flew to the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair. Theo grinned into the kiss, sending sparks to the tip of my fingers and toes. After a few more seconds, Theo and I pulled away for air. We rested our foreheads against each others, trying to steady our breathing.

“W-why did you do that?”I asked, stuttering over my words.

“I couldn’t help myself.”He admitted, grinning sheepishly as he let out a shaky breath.

“(Y/N)!”Scott yelled, making me shove Theo off the couch.

He landed on the floor with a loud thud, groaning as he held the back of his head.

“We need to talk.”Scott stated as he ran into thw living room.

“Chisme?”I asked.

“Not everything is chisme (Y/N)…okay it’s chisme.”

‘Cause I wanna touch you, baby
I wanna feel you, too
I wanna see the sunrise and your sins
Just me and you
Light it up, on the run
Let’s make love tonight
Make it up, fall in love, try

“Did you really have to knock him out 5 times?”I asked Theo as he drove an unconcious Liam and I away from Hill Valley Zoo.

“Would you rather have him wolf out and murder someone or have me knock him out unconcious?”He asked, making me sigh.

“Stop being a smartass, you make me frustrated.”I spat, crossing my arms.

“Sexually frustrated?”He asked, smirking.

I smiled at the memory of the time I heard Isaac say the same thing to Allison. My smile instantly faltered as I thought of Allison. She died at a young age, she died before she could graduate. I don’t want to die before I graduate, I didn’t want that happening to any of us.

“What’s wrong?”Theo asked, turning to me with a worried expression on his face.

“Nothing, keep your eyes on the road.”I mumbled, shifting in the passangers seat uncomfortably.

Theo shook his head, chuckling as he continued to look at me.

“Theo, eyes on the road.”I warned as the car started to swerve slightly.

“I will, once you tell me what’s bothering you.”Theo stated, making me furrow my eyebrows.

“Theo!”I screamed as I pointed at a coyote in the road.

“You still haven’t told me. Poor animal, guess it’s time for it to be roadkill-”

“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you!”I yelled, making him swere out of the coyotes way.

“Have you lost your fucking mind? That could’ve been Malia for all we know!”I belowed, fuming with anger as Theo finally looked back at the road.

“Are you going to tell me or not?”Theo asked.

“Since when did you care?”I asked.

“What makes you think I don’t care?”He questioned.

“No feelings, no strings attached.”I answered, qouting him.

“Is that what’s bothering you?”He asked,placing his hand on top of mine.

“No, it’s Allison. Allison died before she could graduate, she died before she could marry Scott. She wanted a future with him, but she died. I don’t wan’t that for me, for you, for anyone. I don’t want to die, not now, not for a while.”I explained, makinh him squeeze my hand tighter.

“I won’t let that happen.”Theo whispered.

“Why do you care?”I wondered, confused as to when and why he started acting this way.

“I always have.”He answered as he stopped the car.

“Why are we stopping?”I inquired.

Theo turned to me and caressed my hand softly, looking down at me.

“I care about you, I care about you because you’re human. Scott once stated that I’m barely even human, which he’s not wrong about. You on the other hand, you’re human as can be. You’re changing me into someone better, someone who has human qualities.”Theo revealed, making my heart flutter.

“You’re making it really hard not to kiss you right now.”I blurted out, instantly regretting it.

As soon as Theo’s mouth opened to answer, I heard Liam groan, indicating he was awake.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.”I greeted, making Liam roll his eyes.

“Yes Theo had to know you out to keep you from killing Nolan. How many times, well 5 to be exact. Did you kill him, no.”I rambled on, knowing exactly what Liam was gonna ask.

“How do you do that?”Liam asked, bewildered.

“You’re predictable Liam. You didn’t drag Theo here with you because you wanted to hang out with him, you dragged him here because the Anuk-Ite is affecting you.”I answered, leaving him more shocked.

“And why did I bring you?”Liam challenged.

“Because you think Theo behaves better when I’m around. You brought me to keep Theo in check.”I answered.

“Wait a minuet, the Anuk-Ite causes fear, not anger? I didn’t act out of fear, I acted out of rage.”Liam stated.

“People only feel one emotion at a time.”Theo spoke up, eyeing me specifically.

The hell was he talking about? This is about Liam, not me.

“You get angry when you’re afraid Li, it’s just how you react.”

My eyes fluttered open as I felt a warm hand being placed ontop of mine.

“Hey.”Theo whispered, smiling warmly at me.

“W-where’s Lydia? Where’s Mason, Scott-”

“They’re all okay, don’t worry. You and Melissa got hurt pretty badly but luckily you both survived.”Theo afirmmed.

“Did they sedate me? I’m feeling very sleepy again.”I asked, yawning.

“Yeah, they’re about to preform surgery on you.”He answered, making me groan.

“Sir, I’m going to need you to leave.”A nurse spoke up as she walked into my room.

“No, don’t leave me alone.”I mumbled, already half asleep.

Theo started to whispering to the nurse, making me squint my eyes so I could see what he was trying to say.

“Theo…”I whispered, reaching out for him.

“I’m right here (Y/N).”He assured as he intertwined our fingers.

“Thank you…”

Could give love to your body
It’s, only you that can stop it
Go, give love to your body
It’s, only you that can stop it
Go, give love to your body
It’s, only you that can stop it
Go, give love to your body
Go, give love to your body

“Scott, watch out!”I screamed as I heard the sound of a katana skidding across the floor.

Scott and I were currently in the library, where the Aunk-Ite had found us. I opened my eyes to see an Oni in front of Scott. I ran over and immediately shoved Scott out of the way. As soon as I turned to see the Oni, it’s katana hit my side. I gasped for air as I began to turn into stone. Since I turned into stone, the Katana lodged in my side also turned into stone with it still inside me. I don’t know if this made my situation worse or better, I only knew that I wouldn’t die by bleeding out.

“(Y/N)?”Scott yelled.

“She’s gone, they’re all gone.”Someone whispered.

“They’re gone because of you. You failed them, you failed everyone.”I heard the familair voice say.

I watched as Void Stiles taunt Scott who still had his eyes closed.

“Especially her…especially Allison.”Were the words that got me.

Scott roared at the Anuk-Ite, jumping out of his hiding spot, trying to claw at the Anuk-Ite. The Anuk-Ite simply dissapeared into thin air.

I watched in horror as Scott clawed out his eyes. I wanted to help, but I couldn’t. I could only watch. Scott was now somehow able to locate the Anuk-Ite, getting a few good wounds on him.

Out of nowhere, Stiles runs in, instantly seeing the Anuk-Ite. Before he can completely turn into stone, someone behind him grabs a jar of some kind of powder in it, throwin it around the Anuk-Ite. I close my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t get any powder in my eyes. As soon as I heard the Anuk-Ite cry out in agony, my eyes shot open. I felt the stone around me crumble and fall off and soon I was free.

I fell to my knees as I gripped the katana lodged in my side. I heard footseps nearing towards me, but they stopped as I pleaded them help Scott instead.

“Kira?”Scott spoke up, making me look over.

Oh my god, Kira came back.

“Scott, you have to heal.”Kira whispered, worried for him.

“Stiles, help (Y/N).”Scott ordered as I managed to withdraw the Katana from my side.

I whimpered, panting as I gripped my bleeding side. Stiles rushed over to my side, kneeling down as he wrapped his flannel around my waist.

“She’s losing a lot of blood Scott!”Stiles yelled as Derek, Malia, Lydia, and Peter walked in.

“She has to trigger her inner werewolf. She has to shift so she can heal or she’ll die.”Peter declared as Derek instructed Scott to do the same or he’d be belind forever.

“I’m not a werewolf…I’m just a human.”I whimpered, tears running down my face in pure agony.

“I ca- I can’t.”Scott cried out as Kira cupped his face.

“Scott you told me you couldn’t make it into UC Davis, but you did. You think you can’t but you can heal, I know you can.”Kira rambled on, panicking.

“Scott, give her her memories back.”Peter demanded.

“He’s a little busy.”Malia reminded him.

“(Y/N), don’t close your eyes.”Lydia mumbled as she and Stiles tried their best to keep me awake.

“I’m trying.”I muttered through gritted teeth.

Lydia suddenly turned to look at Stiles who was already holding her hand.

“Kira…kiss him.”Lydia ordered.

“Lydia I don’t think it’s a good time to-”

“Just kiss him!”Lydia shouted, making Kira smash her lips against Scott’s.

My vision started to slowly blur, making me panic. I wanted to see Scott and Kira kiss one last time, I wanted to see Scott’s eyes heal. Peter started to notice my head droop slightly, making him sprint over. He grabbed my hand an tried to take my pain, hoping that’d help. He couldn’t take my pain, neither could Derek, nor Malia. Liam was too busy taking Scott’s pain. My eyes focused in on Scott’s bloody eyes slowly healing, glowing their alpha red color. I was happy to see him staring adoringly at Kira. I looked at everyone and smiled. This was my pack, this was my family, and I loved them. Which is why I’m glad that if I had to die for them, then it woukd be worth it.

“I d-don’t w-want to di-die alone.”I whispered as Lydia and Stiles rushed over to Scott.

My ears started to ring as everything went black around me. A few seconds later, my eyes slowly fluttered open to see Theo kneeling in front of me.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you’ll never be alone?”Theo asked.

“Am I in heaven?”I questioned, making him chuckle as black streaks travled through his arms and face.

“I promised you I wouldn’t let you die (Y/N).”Theo reminded me, his teary eyes squinting as his grin grew wide.

Everyone stared in awe at the scene before them. This was the first time Theo Raeken had taken anyones pain, the only time he succeeded. Just like Mason had told Theo, ‘You can’t take pain if you don’t care.’. And that’s why it finally worked. It worked because he had finally found someone he truly cared about, someone he had learned to love.

Scott forced himself to stand and walked over to me.

“This is going to hurt…”Scott warned before plunging his claws into the back of my neck.

I gasped for air as sudden images and memories flashed before my eyes. Mary (Y/L/N)….werewolf, alpha to be exact…mom? As soon as Scott removed his claws, I let out a monsterous roar that made Stiles jump. Everything flooded in, I now remembered. My family, my family were all werecoyotes that were passing by Beacon Hils in our coyote form. At the time we were here, the beast of geveduan was roaming around as well. My family was murdered right before my eyes, I managed to escape. That same night, I met Scott. Scott’s red eyes made my yellow eyes glow. Scott tilted his head, confused as to why a werecoyote wondered near the hospital. Once I shifted back to my human form, I begged him to take my memories away. He was hesitant at first, but he knew I would be better off without remembering the tragic occurnces. Since then, I had thought that I was a human orphan who was apart of Scott’s pack.

Theo was mesmerized by her glowing golden eyes. Somehow she seemed more attractive with golden eyes that matched his and Liam’s. The only difference was that in Theo’s eyes, her eyes seemed so much more gentle and innocent. And in that moment, images started to flash through his mind. Images of what seemed to be (Y/N) and Theo in the future. Married and happily living with their three kids. Two boys and one girl.

What Theo didn’t know was that (Y/N) was seeing the same exact images. And what they both were oblvivous to was the blinding white aura around them. Every werewolf in that room could see the aura. It was something they’d never seen before, something that was breathtaking. Scott was the only one who noticed that both their eyes seemed to glow a brighter and intense golden shade. No one had no idea what had just happened before them.

Theo and (Y/N)’s werecoyote spirit had touched one another, they found each other. They found their soul mate.

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Fri, 13 Oct 2017 17:57:36

Pairing : Scott McCall x fem!reader

Word count: 670

Warnings: fluff

Authors Note: im sorry that I haven’t been posting. I kinda have had a writes block but I have have an idea for a klaus mikaelson imagine, im thinking of turning it into a series but idk yet. also, hope everyone is doing good and is healthy.

(not my gif, credit to owner)

It had been a long day for both you and your best friend, Scott. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and watch some tv. You both had been trying to find the location of the dread doctors in the underground tunnels all day, but were unsuccessful. It was frustrating knowing that the more time it takes to find the tunnels, the more people get hurt by Theo and the doctors.

Scott was driving your car back to his house, where you currently are living at because you couldn’t deal with your parents’ abuse anymore and Scott kindly offered the guest bedroom to you. So that where you were currently living until you could find a new place to live, or until college and you move into dorms.

You guys finally arrived at his house and both went your separate ways when you up the stairs and into your different rooms. You went into your room and went straight into the connecting bathroom. You did everything you had to do before going to bed.

You undid the covers and slid in between them. You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling. You couldn’t stop thinking about everything that was happened in Beacon Hills. You felt like your mind was running a thousand miles an hour and you just couldn’t stop thinking. You tossed and turned for about an hour to try to fall asleep but you just couldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about how much your life has changed and how things could have been if Scott was never bitten.

You removed your covers off of your body and got out of bed. You opened your door and headed straight for Scott’s room, which was across from your room. His room door was closed so you gave it three little knocks before walking inside. You slowly opened the door, peeking your head inside, and you saw him lying in bed, on his back, facing the ceiling. He sat up a bit as you walked in with a confused look on his face. You gave him a small comforting smile before speaking.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, it’s ok. I was already awake. Are you okay?”

“Yea, it’s just that I couldn’t sleep and I was hoping I could stay in here for the night with you. If that’s alright?”

“Yes, of course.” He lifted the sheets that were opposite of him as if its an invitation to get into the bed. So, you walked further into the room, shut the door behind you, and slid into the bed laying right next to him.

You turned to lay on your left side to face Scott, who was still lying on his back. You just looked at him for a while, enjoying the comforting silence that was formed between you two.

“Scott?” You spoke after a while.

“Yea?” He turned his head to get a look at you.

“Do you think we are going to be ok?”

“Yea, I do. It might take a while but we will be.”

“Do you regret going into the woods that night you got the bite?”

“Honestly no.”

“So you don’t regret changing into a werewolf.”

“No. If I didn’t get turned into a werewolf then I would have never met any of you guys and I wouldn’t be saving the people in Beacon Hills. The monsters here would still have come even if I didn’t get turned, but I just get that I got to stop them before they destroyed the town.”

“Hmm. I get what you mean.”

After he spoke, you gave him a little comforting smile. You then turned around, turning your back towards him and facing the wall. When you were about to fall asleep, you felt a hand go around your waist and can feel his breath against your neck. You held a smile on your face as you slowly lost conscious knowing that your best friend was always there for you.

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Tue, 12 Jan 2021 11:54:00

I Wish

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Fem!reader

Summary: Theo comes and visits you after all the bad things he did. You just wish things would have ended different.

Word count: 1,362

Warnings: angst

Authors Note: i really hope you enjoy this because i am really proud of this one <3

You remember the first time you met him. The first time you fell for him. Theodore Raeken came into your world and automatically changed it for the better. He became everything to you. He was funny, mysterious, and incredibly handsome. But the only problem was the relationship, it was all based on lies. His first lie was about what he was. He said he was a werewolf. Then he lied about what he wanted, which was a pack to join.

After everything that he had done to you, you still loved him. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to stop loving him but all you can think about was how much he hurt you and your pack, how much pain and suffering he brought.

It was two days after Theo tried to kill Scott and betrayed everyone. The pack hasn’t been together for a while. You only have talked to Stiles and Scott because you were the closes with them and you knew that no matter what happened between everyone, that you will always be with them and have their backs.

You were currently in your room. You just got back from the hospital from visiting Stiles’s dad. His dad was like a dad to you since you lost your dad at such a young age. You were at the hospital all day just talking to the Sheriff. It was a long day and you were so tired and ready to go to bed. You already put on your pajama shorts and a random t-shirt you stolen from Scott.

You walked into your bathroom connected to your bedroom and put your hair up in a messy ponytail to take off your makeup when you heard a noise coming from your room. You walked out of the bathroom and saw someone opening the window and climb halfway into your room. You got scared and didn’t know who would come to your house so late, so you grab your baseball bat that was next to your Stiles gave you for protection.

The mystery person fully entered your room, with their back towards you. You put the baseball bat over your shoulder, getting in defense mode and ready to attack. But then the person turned around, facing you, and you saw their face.

“Theo?” You said shocked. You didn’t expect to see him again after everything that happened. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” He responded with a cheeky smile.

“Why?”

“Why not? I can’t see my girlfriend”

“No.” You said angrily. You were mad that he really thought that things were gonna be fine between the two of you. “I’m not your girlfriend.”

“What do you mean? If I remember clearly, you said yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“If I remember clearly, you killed Scott, almost killed Stiles’s dad and Malia, and you ruined our pack and killed your own. So no, I’m not your girlfriend anymore. You used me just to get to Scott and made me believe that you actually cared about me.” You put your bat down, next to your desk again. You then face him, and you can feel your eyes starting to water.

“I actually did care about you. I wasn’t meant to fall in love with you.” He slowly started walking closer to you.

“I don’t believe you.” You said sadly. “How can I when you did all these horrible things to me and the people I love, and still say that you love me?”

“I had to. I had no choice.” He was right in front of you. You can smell his cologne. It reminds you of those late nights where you both stayed up late talking and cuddling with him. All you want to do is reach out and kiss him until you both can’t breathe.

“What do you mean you had no choice? You always have a choice.”

“Not this time.” He put his hand on your cheek while looking down into your eyes. “I wanted to hurt you. I wasn’t supposed to falling love, but it just happened.”

“What do you mean you weren’t supposed to? You’re the one who asked me out?”

“The dread doctors told me to find a way to get close to Scott and find an easier way to get into his pack. So I thought about what was the best way to get closer to Scott than his best friend. Stiles didn’t trust me and you were always so nice to me, so I asked you out. But the more we went out, the more I fall for you. I knew it was wrong and I wanted to stop it, but I just couldn’t get you out of my head. I knew I had to let you go eventually, but I guess it was too late, and I already hurt you.” Everything he said to you was true. You meant the world to him.

“So, you did use me to get into the pack. I shouldn’t have known you just weren’t looking for a pack.” He can see the tears coming down your face, and that broke his heart knowing that he is the one who caused those tears and brought you heartbreak. “Do you even love me? Was our whole relationship a lie?”

“Yes, I did love you. Don’t ever think I didn’t love you.” He put his other hand on your other cheek while wiping away your tears. “In the beginning, it was a lie. But the more I got to know you, the more I fell. I wanted to spend every second with you, telling you how much I love you.”

“But you lied to me. You used me.” You hurt and he knew that, and there was nothing he can do to stop that. “I don’t know how you expect everything to be ok.”

“I don’t. I was just wanted to see you one last time and tell you the truth about everything.”

“Well, you did, and now I know. So you can leave now.” You looked down at the floor and pushed his hands away from your face. “I wish you were different. I wish you had do the right thing, then maybe we could have been together. We could have been happy, but you had to selfish.”

“I’m sorry. I really am.” You knew he was, but it was too late. “I hope one day you can forgive me and we can finally be together and be happy.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.” You wiped another tear that was running down your face. “Maybe one day. But I don’t think that day is gonna come anytime soon.”

“I understand. Its probably for the better.”

“Yea, it probably is.” You look back up at him and you see a single tear falling from his eye. “You should probably go.”

He nods after you say that. He turns to walk to the window on the opposite side of the room. He opens the window and right before he goes through it, he turns and looks at you for s second, probably for the last time.

“You know I really did love you, and I wish things were different. But there not and that’s ok. I will always love you and I will always do my best to protect you and make sure your safe, even if you don’t want me to.” He then goes through the window and shuts it close, and goes down to his car.

You go to the window and see him drive away in his car. You then go sit on the edge of your bed and think about everything that has happened. You wish you didn’t fall for him, you wish you never met and you wish you can forget him. But after everything, you couldn’t and you knew that was your fault because you were to nice to him and you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You just wish he would do to the right thing in the end and be together, but you knew that wasn’t gonna happen.

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Title: Mr. Mooncake

Pairing(s): Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Rating: General Audiences

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Carnival

Summary: Theo wins Liam a teddy bear.

Word Count:1,008

Chapter(s):1/1

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Wed, 15 Sep 2021 02:16:09

Heartbroken - ReignWrites - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Title:Heartbroken

Pairing(s):Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Rating:Teen and Up Audiences

Tags/Warnings: Episode: s06e07 Heartless (Teen Wolf), Canon Rewrite, Angst

Summary:What if Theo and Liam were in a relationship?

Liam is finally alone with Theo when he brings him back from hell. He hates how he still cares about him.

Word Count:1,352

Chapter(s):1/1

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Wed, 01 Sep 2021 20:43:06

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Title:Double C: Clueless and Cute

Pairing(s): Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Rating:Explicit

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Summary:Theo Raken hates everything and everyone except Liam and maybe his sister Tara, but how long does he have to pursue Liam until he finally figures out Theo is asking him out? Liam is damn lucky he’s so pretty.

Word Count:10,783

Chapter(s):1/1

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Wed, 31 Mar 2021 16:04:54

Unedited. Also, running into the problem where I think I’m contradicting myself with plot points I’ve already established. Oh well. They’ll get fixed when I go through the full edit after the story is complete.

Fair warning: definitely getting closer to a Stiles/Peter relationship tag. Reminder: Stiles is 32 in this story and Peter is between 28 and 35 (I’ll dig through my notes on the ages to double check).

~ * ~

After the rundown, Laura takes Erica outside and has her try to learn to shift and control her body as it goes from outwardly human to outwardly werewolf. Cora goes outside too to help while Boyd watches them. Derek stays inside and makes Erica a huge stack of pancakes for the after-training.

He burns the first three before he gets the hang of how long to cook them.

Cora steals a pancake on her way to the bathroom. She’s caked in mud and blood but seems uninjured at the moment.

Laura and Erica come in after her, neither of them bloodied or dirty like Cora. They wash their hands and sit at the table. Boyd comes out of his and Erica’s room and sets a backpack by the door.

Derek sets a plate in front of Laura first and then serves Erica.

“What about you?” she asks, pouring glasses of milk for everyone. “Shouldn’t you be eating something now?”

Cora comes back, hair wet and in clean clothes, and Derek hands her a plate.

“Thank you,” she says softly.

“I’m not hungry right now,” Derek tells Erica. He isn’t lying either. He didn’t want to waste any food and had eaten the burned pancakes. They weren’t the worst thing he’s ever eaten—the raccoon that almost killed him is—but he has no desire to eat anything else. “I’ll eat something later when I am hungry.”

“If you’re sure,” Erica says, a look of surprise on her face. Laura points out that Erica can hear Derek’s steady heartbeat, an indication of truth. “I think I’m really getting the hang of this werewolf thing.”

“You really are,” Laura says. “I still feel shitty leaving you alone so soon after your change.”

“I’ll be fine,” Erica assures her. “I’ve got two great substitute teachers who are more than willing to teach me the ways of the wolf.”

Laura snorts into her milk. “Don’t go telling everybody now.” Even though she says it lightheartedly, they all pause, probably thinking about the same thing: hunters.

“Is Stiles coming over?” Boyd asks, breaking the silence. “Is Peter?”

“Maybe?” Erica answers. “Neither of them said anything.” She looks at Laura, who shrugs. “Would it be a bad thing if they did come over?”

Boyd shrugs. “John’s taking Laura and me out for a bit more target practice soon. I don’t trust Peter with you or the kids, and I don’t think Stiles is strong enough to stop him.”

“Peter won’t hurt Erica,” Laura says, her eyes flashing red. Erica and Cora’s eyes flash yellow in response. Derek can feel his eyes light up too. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Betas need to follow their alpha’s orders or risk being kicked out of the pack,” Derek explains. “Besides, you’ve accepted Laura as your alpha, so you’re already pack.”

Erica smiles at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Mom used to do that when she had to leave for a few hours to attend to alpha business. She hadn’t gotten to do it before Derek slipped out the day Kate kidnapped him, and it was his fault. He’d thought, at thirteen, that he was too old to have his mom scent him so obviously. Now he’s about to turn sixteen and he wants nothing more than for his mom to ruffle his hair, smack a kiss on his forehead, and try to embarrass him by getting him to tell her he loves her so she could say she loves him more.

Derek sniffles, tears streaming down his face. Erica pulls him into a hug, chin against the top of his head, her arms tight around him.

“Things are going to be okay,” she says softly. “You’re not alone. You don’t have to ask for our love.”

Boyd joins them, his arms long enough to go around them both. “You’re family,” he says gruffly. “We won’t let you go.”

“Derek,” Laura says, “no one blames you for what happened.” He shudders. He wants to believe the truth he can hear in her words, but he knows even if Cora was just lashing out earlier, he still believes he caused his family’s deaths. Laura can try to alpha him all she wants, but he isn’t sure he’ll ever believe that he truly didn’t have anything to do with it.

“Derek,” Laura says sharply. “I don’t blame you. I know you’re innocent. I won’t let you be taken from the pack again.” She gently tugs him to her side, wrapping her arms around him. “You are my brother. I won’t lose you again.”

“I love you,” Derek whispers.

Laura chokes back a sob as she says, “I love you more.” For good measure, she runs a hand through his hair.

“John’s here,” Erica says suddenly, and a moment later, Derek hears the squealing brakes of Stiles’ dad’s car.

Boyd kisses Erica and goes to let John in before he can knock. Laura squeezes Derek one last time and then follows Boyd.

Cora begins gathering the dishes, putting them in the sink and running hot water over them. Derek scrubs at the stove, avoiding the still-warm burner in favor of wiping up drops of spilled batter.

Cora grabs his wrist.

“I know I was mad that you wouldn’t let me go to New York with Laura, but I should never have said you helped kill our family. I know you didn’t do it.” Derek tries to pull free, but Cora’s grip tightens. “I’m sorry I said that. I am sorry I hurt you like that.” Abruptly, she lets him go and turns to shut off the water, steam curling up from the sink.

He rubs at his wrist, watching Cora scrub at the plates. She isn’t lying now, but she wasn’t lying earlier either. She truly believed what she said before. Unless…

Maybe Derek wasn’t able to hear her heartbeat earlier?

When he’s low on energy, his body shuts off the wolf senses in order to conserve what little remains, funneling it all into surviving.

He pokes at his stomach, frowning. Maybe he needs to eat more? He is gaining weight but not as quickly as he perhaps should be considering how much he has been eating.

Could he have been hurt by Cora’s words because he thought he heard the truth behind them when he couldn’t hear her lies either?

Before he can over-think it more, he taps Cora’s shoulder. She turns around.

“Apology accepted. Thank you.”

Then, he goes to his room and crawls under the bed, curling up in his human form.

~ * ~

Stiles makes it two hours at his apartment, cleaning a few dishes from days ago, running a load of laundry, and halfheartedly dusting some shelves, before he gets too bored to stay home anymore.

He reasons that he already warned Parrish where he could be found during his forced time off. That’s all the encouragement he needs before he grabs his wallet and keys and drives out to the Boyds’ house.

He parks next to his dad’s Toyota Prius and climbs out. He knows the Hales already know he’s here, so he’s surprised when he’s able to walk into the house unchallenged.

He finds his dad, Erica, Boyd, Laura, and Cora gathered around the kitchen table going over a map of somewhere in New York State. Stiles ignores the pointed look his dad gives him and asks for a glass of water. Erica gets it and then jerks her head toward the bedrooms.

“Derek isn’t feeling up to joining us out here. Perhaps you could sit with him for a few minutes?”

Stiles nods and heads into Derek’s room. The boy is nowhere to be seen at first, but logic and experience tell Stiles that there are few places he could be hiding.

He sets his glass on the night stand and sits on the bed. “I’m here if you to talk,” he says to the empty room.

Derek doesn’t respond, but something bumps under the bed. Stiles waits patiently, forcing his leg to stay still instead of bouncing as it often does all on its own. He traces a line through the condensation on the glass, takes a few measured sips, and counts the lines creased in the wall paper.

About ten minutes after he first sat down Derek finally crawls out from under the bed. He sits next to Stiles and leans against him, bony elbow digging into Stiles’ side.

“I don’t want Laura to go to New York,” he whispers, almost too quiet for Stiles to hear. “What if the hunters get her again?”

“Do you trust your sister enough to know that she can defend herself?”

Derek shrugs. “She got caught before.”

“But was she an alpha?”

“Maybe not when she was taken.”

Stiles wraps an arm around Derek’s thin shoulders, letting him press harder against him. “You don’t have to be okay with her going there,” he says, “but you also can’t stop her. I know you’re scared, but my dad has friends out there. Laura isn’t going to be alone.”

“Should I go too?”

Stiles hugs him, chin resting on Derek’s crown. “No. You don’t have to. In fact, I think Laura would prefer if you didn’t go.”

“Cora wants to go.”

“And Laura doesn’t want her to go either,” Peter says from the doorway.

Stiles jerks upright, fumbling at his waist for a gun he knows he locked in his safe at home. Peter raises an eyebrow at him.

Derek slides off the bed and walks to Peter’s side. Peter hugs him and then picks him up easily, letting his nephew wrap his legs around his waist.

Peter raises his other eyebrow at Stiles, almost daring him to say something. Instead, Stiles pats the bed next to him. Peter tilts his head quizzically, and Stiles nods encouragingly.

Peter sits down, settling Derek on his lap. He doesn’t speak for a few minutes, and Stiles gets the impression that he’s trying to choose his words carefully.

“I know you don’t trust me,” he finally says as Stiles drinks the last of his water. Stiles snorts into the glass and receives a glare in response. “But I do have my family’s best interests at heart.”

“What did Garrison Myers ever do to you?”

Peter looks taken aback at the name, but Stiles doesn’t buy it, raising his own eyebrow in challenge.

“Garrison Myers is Beacon County’s chief arson investigator.”

“Was,” Stiles corrects. “He was the chief arson investigator until someone killed him. Impaled him on a tree branch out in the preserve.”

“And you think I did it?”

Stiles shakes his head. “I know you did,” he says. “Just like I know you killed Alan Deaton.”

Derek shudders against Peter’s chest before peeking up at Stiles. “Deaton is dead?” he asks in a small voice.

“His body was discovered earlier today.”

Peter glares at Stiles, but Stiles doesn’t feel threatened. If Peter really wanted to, he could probably eviscerate Stiles and be halfway to Redding before anyone except Derek realizes it. But Stiles gets the distinct feeling that Peter isn’t interested in traumatizing his nephew any more than he already is.

“Again, you probably don’t believe me,” Peter says, tightly, “but I didn’t kill him.”

“You’re right: I don’t believe you.” Stiles sighs. “But I’m sidelined for the foreseeable future, so I’m not going to investigate you for murder—yet.”

Peter laughs. “There won’t ever be a yet,” he says, and it sounds like a threat and a promise, and Stiles is intrigued.

Why does Peter seem so flirtatious around him? Maybe it’s his cologne? He did finally bite the bullet and buy a bottle of Armani, recommended by his secret high school crush, Danny Mahealani. Maybe there’s something in the ingredients that acts as a natural aphrodisiac for werewolves?

“Why won’t there be a yet?” Derek asks, looking between Stiles and his uncle. He frowns at Peter before tilting his head, as if listening to something.

A moment later, Stiles’ dad knocks on the door and comes in, Laura following closely behind him.

Derek slides off Peter’s lap and goes to his sister, who wraps any arm around him.

“John,” Peter greets, far friendlier and more genuine than Stiles has ever heard him.

“Peter,” Dad greets back, just as jovially. He holds out a piece of paper. “Thought you might enjoy a little competition after your long recovery.”

“What is that?” For a werewolf, Peter isn’t fast enough to accept the paper before Stiles snatches it. “A ticket?” he demands incredulously, glaring at his father. “To New York? Dad, you know Peter’s being investigated for the death of—” He interrupts himself, very aware of the angry alpha werewolf shielding her traumatized brother.

“Innocent until proven guilty,” Dad says mildly, gently pulling the ticket from Stiles’ lax fist and handing it to Peter. “Besides, I need all the help I can get. Promised I’d bring home top prize.”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone with that act, buddy.”

“We’re not fooling anyone at all,” Dad says a little too sweetly. “There’s a tournament. I need a team. We’re going to bring back top prize. You’ll see.”

“Isaac’s home,” Erica calls from the kitchen, stopping Stiles’ snappy retort. “Isaac’s back?” he asks instead. “I need to talk to him.”

Stiles finds Isaac in the kitchen washing his hands while Cora pours cereal into four bowls on the table and Erica adds milk.

“Isaac, I have some news for you.”

Isaac jumps a little before turning to Stiles with a blank face. “Yeah?”

“I think we can get your house awarded to you. Your dad hid your mom and brother’s wills from you. You were supposed to inherit everything.”

Isaac blinks slowly, as if the information is taking its time sinking in. That’s fine. Stiles can wait. Impatiently, but still, he can wait.

“You mean I’ll inherit the house? It won’t go to the state?”

“There might be some hoops you’ll have to go through to prove your dad purposefully withheld your inheritance, but I’ll do my best to help you with that.”

Isaac looks past Stiles to where Erica and Boyd are standing with their arms around each other. The Hales and Stiles’ dad are huddled around the table not even pretending that they aren’t listening in. “If I get the house,” Isaac says slowly. “Big if. But if I get it, can I give it to you for your foster care?”

“Oh, Isaac.” Erica rushes past Stiles to lift Isaac in a big bear hug.

“Watch your strength,” Laura reminds her, and Erica loosens her grip marginally.

“I hate to break up an informative and heartwarming moment,” Dad says with far more pep than he probably should, “but a few of us have to be up early tomorrow, so I suggest reconvening at a better time to discuss the matter further.

“Should I check if Peter can travel with us?” Laura asks.

“I haven’t been questioned by any police.” Peter shrugs when they all look at him. “Unless someone—” he looks pointedly at Stiles “—has any evidence that makes me a suspect, I am not aware of any issues with traveling out of state.”

“In other words, ‘speak now or forever hold your piece’?” Stiles raises an eyebrow.

“Or at least until I’m actually questioned.”

“Fine. You’re going to New York. Have fun at the gun tournament.” Stiles pauses, thinking, then asks, “How does that work anyway? You being a werewolf with super hearing and guns being damn loud on a human hearing level?”

“Painful,” Peter says, smirking in a way that smacks of a masochistic side. And the wiggling of his eyebrows is far more inviting than Stiles can deal with right now.

“I’m hungry,” Cora says plaintively despite the fact that all four bowls are completely empty and she’s the only one holding a spoon. “When’s supper?”

“You just ate,” Isaac says incredulously. He sighs when Cora pouts at him. “Can you hold on for about an hour while I throw something together?”

“Depends,” she answers. “What are you making?”

“How about waffles?”

She squints suspiciously at him before nodding.

“I’ll help you make them,” Erica offers. “After all, we have a lot of mouths to feed. John, Stiles, do you want to stay for supper?”

Dad immediately sits at the table. Stiles glances at Peter and finds an introspective look on his face. When he notices Stiles looking at him, Peter smiles, and though it’s still edging into lasciviousness, somehow Stiles finds he doesn’t mind.

What the hell, he thinks. Might as well let Peter flirt all he wants. Stiles can take it.

What he can’t take is the traitorous blip of his heart that says it wants to play Peter’s game, that it’s been too long since it last had a worthy opponent.

Stiles sits next to his dad, internally grateful when Derek takes the seat on his other side. Peter sits across from them and grins at Stiles like they’re sharing a secret.

Erica plops large mixing bowls in front of each of them, pouring flour, sugar, baking powder, and buttermilk into them and handing out spoons to stir with while she cracks a couple eggs into each bowl and adds some oil and a splash of vanilla extract, the fancy, expensive, real extract.

Derek leans against Stiles’ shoulder, mixing his batter dutifully. There’s a domesticity to the scene that Stiles hadn’t realized he’d been missing ever since he’d moved out of his dad’s house.

When Peter smiles at him again, Stiles finds himself returning it easily.

The game is on.

~ * ~

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Unedited.

Tentative update schedule: every two weeks.

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Erica hugs Cora tightly while Stiles hustles Derek past her and to his room. He waits outside while Derek shifts back to human and gets dressed.

“Where’s Derek?” Erica demands before Derek can get his shirt on right side out. “When did you pick up Miguel?”

“Hey, so you’ve been briefed on werewolves, right?”

“Yes? Sort of,” Erica says. “Are the Hales werewolves?”

“Yes, and there’s different kinds of shifts.”

“Stiles Stilinski, if you tell me that the dog you’re supposed to foster is really Derek Hale, I-I’ll—”

“It’s Derek.” Stiles moves away from the door so that Derek can step out into the hall.

He isn’t sure what to expect but it’s certainly not for Erica’s scent to go off, like a coming storm, or for her to waver on her feet, seemingly unresponsive in spite of Stiles’ questioning, “Erica?”

“Epilepsy?” Peter asks from behind them. He moves faster than the rest of them and gently lowers Erica to the ground a few seconds before she starts shaking. Stiles pushes Derek and Cora into Derek’s room.

“Just stay here,” he tells them, turning back to help Peter roll Erica onto her side. “She’s on this drug—it’s supposed to reduce her seizures.”

Derek, Cora under his arm, peers around the doorframe, just watching.

“There’s no time,” Peter says. “She’s not going to make it.”

“What?! Wait, you’re saying she’s dying?”

“Yes,” Peter hisses. “Where’s Laura?”

“How should I know?” Stiles squawks.

Peter wasn’t asking him, though. “She’s probably with Boyd and Stiles’ dad,” Derek says. “They’re supposed to go to New York tomorrow.”

Peter howls, and it is so loud that Stiles, human, covers his ears. Derek and Cora howl too, calling for their alpha.

Laura answers a few seconds later. She’s about two miles away and moving closer fast.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” Peter says. “I hope it’s soon enough.”

Soon enough for what exactly, Derek wonders briefly, thinking, Laura’s an alpha. Erica is dying. He forces back another howl.

Laura barrels into the house just a minute later. She drops to her knees next to Erica. “Why is she dying?” she demands through her fangs. “Does she have a spark?”

No one can answer though, so Laura lowers her mouth to Erica’s side and bites. Erica stops shaking, going limp as Laura pulls back, wiping a smear of blood from her mouth.

A vehicle roars into the yard, brakes squealing as they pump hard. Boyd and then John thunder into the house. Boyd finds Erica in the midst of the group and the sound that comes out of his mouth is heartbreaking. No one stops him from gently lifting Erica into his arms.

“She’s still alive,” Laura says. “She’s going to be a werewolf now though.”

“What happened?” Boyd asks roughly. He shoulders his way into Derek’s room and sits on the bed, Erica cradled on his lap.

“Seizure,” Stiles says. “They said she was dying. I trust them.”

Erica blinks then and sits up. She pats Boyd’s cheek and slides off his lap. She lifts her shirt up, contorting to stare down at the puncture marks Laura’s teeth left. They’re already healing. “What just happened? I was dying?”

“Did you do anything different that would cause a seizure?” Boyd asks. “Your medicine? Something?”

“I don’t know,” Erica says, angry and frustrated. “Maybe it’s the stress from the last few days. Stress causes seizures too.”

“Yeah, but, babe, you were dying.” Boyd is close to tears, and Derek realizes with a pang that he’s upset because he just almost lost his wife. If Laura hadn’t bitten Erica and if the bite hadn’t taken, then Erica would have died.

He puts his hand on Boyd’s tentatively. “Cora and I can help her through her shift and with any questions you both have.”

“What about New York?” Boyd asks. “Am I still expected to go?”

“No,” Laura answers. “But Derek’s right. Normally, an alpha would stay and care for their new beta, but I need to find my daughter. Derek and Cora can help Erica with learning how to deal with things like overwhelmed senses, the sudden need to consume more food, advanced healing—things like that.”

Erica grabs Boyd’s face, pulling him toward her. Derek gently moves her fingers so that she’s not stabbing him with her new claws or squeezing his human face too hard. “I’ll be okay. I will. Go. Bring back that little girl. She needs to be found. I’m alive. I’ll still be here when you get back.”

Boyd clings to Erica. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. We’ve got all the time in the world. That little girl doesn’t.” She kisses him. “I love you so, so much, and I promise that I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“We’re flying out tomorrow,” John reminds everyone. “That should give Laura some time to give Erica some pointers on being a werewolf, right?”

“Yeah, yes, definitely,” Laura says. “Although,” she adds quickly, “I’ve never bitten anyone. The hunters wanted to breed werewolves they could control. They didn’t want an alpha like me to amass a pack under their noses. I’ll do my best with what I remember from my mom.”

“I need to go pack,” John says. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to do more training with the guns with you and Boyd. We’ll take off tomorrow morning around 5:00.”

As soon as he’s gone, Laura helps Boyd support Erica as she walks unsteadily to the kitchen table. Derek and Cora sit across from them. Laura launches into her How-to-Be-a-Werewolf class. None of them notice that Peter has disappeared.

~ * ~

After dropping the Hales at Erica’s and the drama that unfolded, Stiles needs a break. Too bad he has to finish his shift.

At least he can check in with Sonya about the wills for Isaac.

Good news at last: Camilla Lahey left everything to her sons. Unfortunately, Cam, Isaac’s older brother, is dead and has been for a decade. Killed in action on his first deployment to Afghanistan, Fortunately, he also had a will and Isaac was the sole beneficiary.

In all likelihood, Lahey senior just never allowed Isaac to see his mail. If he claimed everything in the name of his son without proper authorization, fraud can be proven and Isaac will be considered the first victim and reparations will be made to him before any of Lahey’s other victims.

It feels wrong to take from a family that’s lost so much but Stiles knows Isaac suffered greatly at the hands of his father.

The Hales will have plenty of help getting back up on their feet. Isaac doesn’t have that support. He deserves the help his mother and brother tried to give him.

Stiles just needs Interim Sheriff Parrish and the district attorney to sign off on honoring the wills, and once the house is released from its status as a crime scene, then Isaac can relax for what is maybe the first time in over two decades.

Stiles grabs Kincaid and Ramirez, poor souls, making plans to grab dinner together later. They’ve pretty much wrapped up the case—Stiles even has an excuse he can use for the “animal” attacks happening—if Peter is done with his murder-spree—a mountain lion. The excuse only works if no more deaths occur. Well, none related to the Hale house fire.

“Did we get a positive I.D. on Myers’ body?” he asks.

“As good as we’re going to get before DNA or dental comes back,” Ramirez answers. “I called his workplace and emailed them a pic of our John Doe’s head. They confirmed that it was him and said he went missing about three days ago. He’s a widower and has no living relatives.”

“Any word on Alan Deaton’s whereabouts?”

Ramirez and Kincaid exchange a flat look. “No,” Kincaid answers this time. “Should there be?”

“No. Maybe.”Stiles sighs. “When Kate Argent was gloating at the vet clinic before Parrish shot her, she implicated Deaton in the scheme to burn down the house out in the preserve.”

“The old vet?”

“Yeah. He used to know the Hales and blamed them for his sister’s death.”

“So he helped Argent burn down their house and kill them?”

“In some way, yeah.” If Deaton hasn’t left Beacon Hills already, then he probably never will. At this point, Stiles really doesn’t want to find another body. The death toll is already high enough.

“I’ll have to check with the Sheriff to see if we’ve got a BOLO on him.”

“Do you need anything else from us?” Ramirez asks. Kincaid takes on a belated, “Sir.”

Stiles smothers his smile. “No. That should be everything. Don’t forget to turn in your overtime vouchers to Parrish before you leave.”

He receives twin waves before they head out. Stiles waits a few seconds before he goes to the Sheriff’s office to see if Parrish is in.

Parrish is on the phone when Stiles raps on the doorframe. He sticks up a finger.

“Okay. Great. Thanks for your help.” He hangs up aggressively, lifting and slamming the receiver for good measure.

“Do I want to know?” Stiles asks, amused at the show of frustration. His dad had a few days like that behind that desk.

“Probably not but I’m going to tell you anyway.”

Stiles crosses his arms and leans back against the doorframe. He gestures at Parrish when he doesn’t immediately begin talking.

Parrish sighs. “They found Deaton—”

“Alive?” Stiles drops his arms and straightens.

Parrish frowns at the interruption but just shakes his head. “Dead. Apparently he drove off the road into the retaining pond. He’s likely been dead for a few days now since no one saw him since the shooting at the vet clinic.”

“Definitely drowned?” Stiles asks. “Or dead before he hit the water?”

If Parrish says there’s marks on Deaton and that it’s likely he was killed before he went into the water, the Stiles is going to arrest Peter Hale. Hopefully Peter keeps his mouth shut long enough for Stiles to read him his rights. Peter won’t be able to squirm his way out of these charges.

“Deaton drowned,” Parrish says, bursting Stiles’ bubble. “Or, well, there’s no obvious trauma, but we are still waiting on an official coroner’s report.”

“And when will that be done?”

“It’ll be done when it’s done. The coroner has had a higher than normal volume of customers in these past few days.” Parrish stabs a finger at Stiles. “I don’t want you anywhere near this case.”

“You’re the one who shot Kate Argent,” Stiles points out. “I didn’t do anything to Deaton.”

“I don’t care. As acting Sheriff, I’m pulling you off anything to do with the Hales. There’s plenty of other things you could be doing instead.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

Parrish holds up his hand. “It’s my mistake to make,” he says. “I know you’ve worked on this the most, but I don’t want to risk any convictions on misconduct accusations, unfounded as they are.”

“What convictions?” Stiles asks. “Everyone involved in killing the Hales are dead.”

“Murdered,” Parrish corrects.

“No one is going to protest the son of the original investigating sheriff being involved in the renewed investigation.”

“Maybe so, but you’re still off the case.” Parrish opens a drawer and stares at the contents for a long moment before he picks up a time-off request form and flicks it at Stiles.

“What’s that for?”

“I know how hard you’ve been working. I’ve been there. Take a few days off, do some projects at home that you’ve been putting off, come back with fresh eyes. If you can manage to stay away from the Hales during your time off, I’ll see if I can reassign you to their case.”

Stiles stares at him blankly. He wants to say something mean and snippy, but Parrish doesn’t deserve that. He may not like the conditions his boss has placed on him in regards to what he thinks of as his case, but Stiles has to admit Parrish knows him well enough to realize that he’s getting in too deep.

Reluctantly, he fills out the form for three days. Parrish approves it and puts it away.

“Better have something for me to do when I get back,” Stiles says, as much of a confession as he feels comfortable making.

He clocks out and changes into his street clothes. Then, he heads out to the back lot where he parks Roscoe when he has the cruiser.

What is he supposed to do for three days? He has some chores he needs to do but not enough to fill seventy-two hours.

Oh well. He can always just hang out with Erica, satisfy his curiosity over how the Hales are adapting, and maybe try to convince Peter to turn himself in for his crimes. Or convince him to stop killing people. Or see if Peter is still a flirt when Stiles isn’t in uniform.

He’ll go over later. Right now, maybe he should do some of those chores.

~ * ~

#teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale #stiles stilinski #lfaptch #my storymy writing

Sat, 09 Oct 2021 09:43:56

Please be aware that the groundwork for a potential Steter pairing is being laid. At this point it is a blink and miss it back and forth, but it will likely get more blatant as we get closer to the end. There was originally no pairing for this story and definitely no Sterek. If Steter actually occurs before the end, that tag and relationship will be added.

No edits again.

~ * ~

Derek jumps into the passenger seat of Stiles’ patrol cruiser. It still smells like hamburgers in here, and it makes his stomach growl. He waits patiently while Stiles climbs into the driver’s seat and buckles him in. He also rolls the window down for Derek to stick his head out.

They start out heading for the hospital, and Derek sniffs as best he can, searching for his sister’s scent.

“Isn’t Peter in jail?” he asks.

Stiles yells, swerving to the side of the road and putting the vehicle in park. “For the love of God, you can’t just do that!”

“Do what?” Derek shoots him a look of feigned innocence.

“Never mind,” Stiles mutters. “Do you have any clothes or do we have to make a stop somewhere?”

“Um…”

“Noted.” Stiles sighs. “Can you stay as a wolf? We can find clothes for you after we find your sister.”

Derek nods. It makes sense to remain as a wolf in case any hunters other than Kate followed him to Beacon Hills. And Stiles carting around a naked kid can’t be too good for his reputation. He shifts back and then whines because he smells Cora’s scent. Stiles turns into the hospital’s parking lot.

Derek whines again when Stiles slips a harness and leash on him after parking.

“Sorry, buddy, but you’re a K-9 unit today.” Stiles steps out and then gently tugs on the leash until Derek climbs over the center console and drops onto the hot pavement. He pads after Stiles, relishing in the cool grass as soon as they step off the pavement.

Cora’s scent wraps around him, and Derek follows his nose, veering left at the entrance, heading toward an alcove of artfully cultivated flowers.

He stops short when he catches scent of the person sitting next to Cora on a bench tucked under the spread of a nodding row of mottled purple hollyhocks.

“Deputy,” Peter calls warningly.

“Unless you have clothes for him, he stays as a wolf.”

Cora slides off the bench and approaches Derek as if he’s a wild animal instead of her brother. He sits back on his haunches, holding still as she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him.

“Listen, Peter, I didn’t come to arrest you,” Stiles says, annoyance wafting off his skin. “I’m just here to help locate Cora. Now that we’ve done that, we’re going to head out now.”

“Wait a minute, Deputy,” Peter says.

Stiles freezes, his heartbeat pumping loudly in his chest as his scent sours with sudden fear. “What?”

Peter stands up. He found clothes but they don’t fit, and the material sags as he moves. He hikes up the pants, hooking a thumb into the waistband to hold them up. “They are my family. Surely you wouldn’t take them away from their recovering uncle?”

“I’m sorry for what I said,” Cora whispers into Derek’s fur. Her apology sticks to him and he tries not to shake it off. he doesn’t believe that she’s truly sorry. Why would she say something like that if she didn’t believe it?

Derek looks up at Peter, wondering if he thinks Derek helped burn his house down and kill his family. Then, he realizes, if Peter had believed that at all, he would have already attacked Derek.

“Cora and I talked about her treatment of you,” Peter says to Derek, “and we agree that she was wrong and needs to apologize to you.”

“Which I did,” Cora points out, pulling away from Derek.

“Not sincerely,” Peter replies.

“How are you not in jail?” Stiles interrupts. “You confessed to murder.”

Peter spreads his hands. “Under duress, Deputy. And Kate was mauled by an animal. As you can see, Deputy, I am not an animal.”

Stiles’ lip curls in disgust before he shakes his head, the expression falling away easily. “Well, do you have somewhere to stay?”

“Why, Deputy,” Peter purrs, “is that a hint of concern I sense?”

Peter is mocking Stiles, but Stiles remains undeterred. Derek likes that about him.

“I would like to know that you are safe. Also, much as you probably don’t want to hear this, you will have to undergo a psychological evaluation.”

“Before what?” Peter asks, obviously amused.

“Well, I assume that you’ll want to seek guardianship of your niece and nephew.”

“I would.” Derek cocks his head at the wave of sorrow emanating from his uncle. “But I can’t come through the other side looking as if nothing happened. People will know that I’m not human, and the hunters will come back.”

Kate could come back? Derek whines, dropping low to the ground, hackles raising. On one level, he knows Kate is dead—he identified the body—but on a more visceral, animal level, panic is all he can think about. He whines again, panting, hunkering down as if that will protect him from the memory of Kate.

Peter freezes. “No, Derek, I’m sorry. There are no more hunters. I promise.” His words don’t register, and Derek keeps panting, hyperventilating. He’s going to get the remaining members of his family killed and his alpha has already rejected him, so he isn’t even a part of his pack anymore.

Two hands clamp down into his fur, digging into the ruff around his neck. Derek jerks upright, teeth gnashing, slobber running down his muzzle. He tries to break free from the hands, but they press him back to the ground, and suddenly Stiles’ body blankets his. His scent is a mix of worry and fear and something deeper, something that smells like coming home. Derek cocks his head. Why is Stiles worried? Does he think the hunters are coming back too?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles says into Derek’s fur. He shifts slightly, moving so that he’s next to Derek. Stiles tugs at him until he lies down and then Stiles rolls him so that he’s curled around him again. “You’re okay. Everything is fine. No one is going to hurt you.”

Derek frowns, still heaving breaths, but already on the other side of his panic. Stiles isn’t worried about the hunters. He’s worried about Derek.

Peter kneels down, hovering a hand over Derek’s head until he dips his head, and then his uncle runs a hand over his head, scratching lightly behind his ears. “Derek, I promise you, no one is going to hurt you ever again.”

Between Stiles’ warmth at his back and his uncle’s truthful words, Derek slowly lets his guard back down and accepts their comfort.

~ * ~

As soon as Derek stops shaking, Stiles gets him and Cora loaded up in the backseat of his cruiser. Peter stares at him with an intensity Stiles is sort of used to, being a cop and all.

“What the hell,” he mutters to himself, aware that all of them can hear him, can probably smell his decision before he consciously makes it. He opens the door so that Peter can climb in next to his niblings.

Peter had plenty of time to hurt or kill all of them and didn’t. So, either Peter is good or he isn’t seeking revenge right now.

Stiles glances in the rear view mirror, noticing that Peter has somehow squirmed between Derek and Cora and has an arm around each of them.

Derek is still in his wolf form, which is good because Stiles doesn’t need the repeated heart attack a naked kid in his cruiser would cause.

Stiles’ radio crackles, and he swears as he sees Peter’s ears twitch. He grabs it and steps out.

“Any updates on Cora Hale, Unit 5?”

“Cora Hale has been located and is currently en route back to her foster home.” Stiles glances at his car. All the Hales are listening, staring intently at him. It’s a bit unnerving. “Requesting an update on Peter Hale’s confession.”

“No-go,” Marie warns. “Inadmissible. Do not approach or engage.”

Too fucking late for that, Stiles thinks.

“Got it, Dispatch. Will touch base in one hour.” He hangs up his radio and turns so that he can lock eyes with Peter. “I don’t trust you around anyone. I don’t care that you’ll probably get away with it. Just know that I’m watching you, and the moment you slip up, I’ll be there to stop you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Peter leans forward. He smiles at Stiles and the only terrifying thing about it is how seductive it looks. “Promise? Better bring enough firepower to stop a werewolf.”

Stiles points at him, like his dad used to do to him, but Peter just smiles again, and Stiles swears he sees the tip of his tongue poke out. Oh, hell no. Stiles refuses to let Peter try to flirt his way out of a murder charge.

He’s faced down a lot in his time as an officer of the law. He’s probably encountered werewolves before and just didn’t know enough to realize it. Stiles isn’t even a stranger to having suspects flirt with him.

He sighs, climbing into the driver’s seat and cranking the ignition on. Erica will be glad to get her charges back, and Stiles will be glad to focus on other things, like Garrison Myers’ untimely death. Garrison Myers who died of an animal attack after being stabbed onto a tree.

Stiles glares at the road. Peter killed Garrison Myers. He’s positive. Myers was an arson investigator. He labeled the Hale house fire as accidental when it was definitely arson. Peter is killing the parties responsible for killing his family and abducting his nieces and nephew.

Well. That means Deaton is probably dead too. Stiles finds he’s not as upset about that as he probably should be. Deaton was enigmatic when Scott worked for him, and he was a bastard for what he helped orchestrate against the Hales.

“Should we see if we can order something to eat on the ride home?” Peter asks rather politely.

Stiles frowns. Is he still flirting? He glances in the rear view mirror, just a quick check. Cora is still curled into her uncle’s side, but Derek has pulled away, his head drooping. He still needs to be eating every few hours and remaining in his full-wolf shift is probably burning a lot of Calories, not to mention the fucking panic attack he just had. Yeah, they should definitely get him something to eat. Peter certainly has the caring uncle down pat.

“Yeah, any requests or is The Burger Joint okay?”

Derek perks up a little, letting out a little woof of approval.

“I’m sorry,” Peter says, insincerely, Stiles thinks, “but I don’t have any money. I can’t pay you back.”

Stiles finds he doesn’t mind that at all. He shrugs. “No worries. I’m happy to help anyway I can.”

“Even if you’re planning on arresting our uncle?” Cora asks.

Damn werewolf hearing.

“He confessed to killing Kate Argent,” Stiles explains. “In front of a Sheriff’s Deputy and other witnesses. If, and it’s a very strong if, he isn’t arrested for that, then I will leave him alone.”

“And what if I don’t want you to leave me alone?” Peter asks.

Stiles nearly stomps on the brakes. What. The. Fuck. Why is Peter so insistent on flirting with him?

“Your father, once I’d healed enough for identification, would sit with me and tell me all about his son who was coming back to town and how he was going to pick up the investigation where he’d been forced to stop. And I’ll believe in you as long as it takes because your father has faith in you, and I have faith in your father. He was my sister’s emissary after all.”

“How’d Kate Argent die of an animal attack in a hospital equipped with security measures for their supernatural patients?” When Peter doesn’t answer, Stiles sighs. “Look, our interim sheriff pulled the hospital’s security cameras. What’s he going to find?”

“Couldn’t tell you,” Peter answers tightly, jaw working like he’s chewing his lies. “I wasn’t there.”

No? Was that when you were attacking Lydia Martin?”

“Why can’t you accept that Kate was a bad person who should have been killed long before she abducted my nephew and killed my family? Why can’t you accept that sometimes an animal happens to kill people?”

“Are you an animal?”

Peter growls.

Stiles isn’t scared. “I don’t know if the responsible parties would have faced justice, but I do know that you shouldn’t have played your hand like that.”

“It took three years,” Peter says softly, “for my surviving family to come home. There’s nothing that can undo the hurt they suffered, but at least it won’t happen again.”

Stiles thinks he understands. If Lahey hadn’t been killed, he would have continued to cover up the murders and likely would have succeeded in pinning it all on Derek. And Kate? Someone like her can only be stopped by death.

He may not like it but Peter’s right: it can’t be undone, but it sure as shit isn’t going to happen again.

With a slightly lighter conscience, Stiles pulls into the drive-thru for The Burger Joint.

~ * ~

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Sat, 25 Sep 2021 23:01:36

No edits until story is complete. And no edits on Tumblr stories, only on AO3.

~ * ~

Derek wakes up briefly when Laura crawls out of bed. She kisses his forehead and leaves.

He wakes up completely about an hour later when Erica calls him and Cora for breakfast.

Erica plunks two bowls in front of them when they sit at the table. She sets a box of Cheerios and a gallon of milk down, handing each of them a spoon. Cora dishes up immediately, splashing milk everywhere. Erica smiles fondly as she wipes it away.

“Derek,” she says a moment later, helping to steady his hand as he tries to pour the mostly-full gallon without spilling, “we never did get you checked out yesterday, so we’re going to have to do that today. Cora, is there anything you want to do today?”

“Go to New York.” Cora scowls sullenly into her cereal. The pang of guilt that twists Derek’s stomach makes him lose his appetite. He never wants to see or hear about New York ever again. Does that make him a bad uncle since his niece is still trapped there?

“Well, we’re not doing that,” Erica says lightly, ruffling Derek’s hair, like she knows what’s going through his mind, “so pick something else.” She starts clearing the table.

“I want to see Peter.”

Erica drops the milk gallon.

“No,” she says over the clatter. She picks it up and shakes it, as if that was her intention all along. “We’re not doing that either.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s in jail.” Erica walks away to signal the end of the conversation. Cora watches her go with narrowed eyes.

As soon as she turns to Derek, he says, “No.”

“Traitor,” Cora hisses at him. “You would help me get to Peter so he can help us in New York except the police were right—you did help burn our house down and kill our family.”

Stunned, Derek can do little more than blink back hot tears as Cora leaves the table, slamming the front door behind her as she stalks out of the house.

For three years Kate had whispered in his ears that she’d only found him because he was too stupid to run when he saw a hunter. She’d never told him about burning his house or murdering his family. She hadn’t even told him that she had Laura and Cora too.

He had never cracked, even after all the torture. He’d never told Kate where he lived or how many family members lived with him.

Cora has no right to accuse him of helping kill his family. She has no right to do that to him.

Furious and crying too hard to see clearly, Derek runs into his room and crawls under the bed. If Cora thinks he betrayed the family, then Laura must think it too.

He’ll be kicked out of the pack, turned into an omega, left to die when the hunters come for him again. Or worse, Laura will send Peter after him.

Derek doesn’t want that. He’s not ready to die. Three years in Kate’s hands and the flight back to California have proved it.

He has no choice but to run away. But where can he go?

He has no family anymore aside from Laura, Cora, and Peter. He doesn’t like the idea of staying here at Boyd and Erica’s, doesn’t want them to get caught up in Peter’s revenge. Besides, Isaac is also living here, and he’s another innocent.

That just leaves Stiles’ place. Stiles is a deputy. He can shoot Peter if Peter comes to kill Derek, and Derek can live in his delta shift and stay with Stiles.

It’s not entirely ideal since Derek knows he’d have to see Scott-the-veterinarian again—that is, if Stiles still wants to adopt a dog. He’ll just have to ask. That’s all.

Mind made up, Derek slithers out from under the bed, sheds his clothing, leaving it folded neatly on top of the nicely-made bed, and then cracks his bones into his delta shift. He shakes himself out, testing his four paws and his center of gravity. The few pounds he’s put on since living at Boyd and Erica’s don’t appear to make much of a difference, but he knows he’s far stronger now than he was a few days ago.

He slinks out of the house, sneaking past where he can hear Erica beginning to wash the dishes from breakfast. Wolves don’t have opposable thumbs, but Derek is learning to master his partial shift and makes it outside easily.

Cora is long gone, and for that, Derek is grateful. He hopes she didn’t truly mean what she said, but he thinks it’s too much to hope for. He’d been too upset to realize if she smelled of anything other than anger. It makes him wonder though, what if, before they died, the rest of his family believed he’d betrayed them?

He doesn’t ever want to know.

Instead, he sniffs the air, points south, and lopes off toward Stiles’ apartment.

It’s not so bad, he thinks, to be Miguel instead of Derek. At least no one hates Miguel. No one blames him for the deaths of his family.

No one wants to kill Miguel.

The whole way to Stiles’ home, it does not occur to Derek that Stiles won’t be there. He pauses when he reaches the building Stiles had taken him to a few days ago, and his police cruiser isn’t in the driveway.

He lets out a huff of disappointment. He’ll just have to wait until Stiles gets home.

Derek settles on the front steps, head on his paws. His nose twitches from Stiles’ next door neighbor’s flowers, but overall he is comfortable. If it takes all day for Stiles to come back, Derek doesn’t care. It feels good just to relax without worrying that a hunter might sneak up on him. It’s also nice, he admits to himself, that he won’t have to hear Cora’s disparaging remarks anymore.

The sun warms his fur and without meaning to, Derek falls asleep, a tight ball of wolf pretending to be a dog, waiting for the rest of his life.

~ * ~

Stiles jerks awake when a door slams.

“What?” Parrish says nearby. “A wolf or a dog? Ma’am, can you be more specific?” He sighs. Loudly. Stiles blinks the sleep from his eyes and shoots acting-Sheriff Parrish a questioning look. “Yes, I’m sending someone out to deal with it right now. Thank you, Mrs. Henderson. Goodbye now.” Parrish rubs his face.

“Want me to go?” Stiles asks. From the little he overheard, he’d guess one of the Hales—hopefully not Peter—got out and is wandering around in—what did Derek call it, their delta shift?—full-wolf mode. And Mrs. Henderson is Stiles’ next-door neighbor.

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” Parrish says. “I know you’ve been working on your case really hard. Maybe a small break could be good.”

“Do I have time to check in with Votsky or do you want me to roll right now?”

Parrish assesses him. “Go,” he decides. “Who knows what rabbit hole will open if Votsky’s got what you need. Oh, and Stiles?”

Stiles pauses halfway down the bunk. “Yes, sir?”

“Good work. With any luck have the case cracked open by this afternoon.” Parrish leaves quickly, and Stiles stumbles to the locker room to grab a five second shower and freshen up a bit.

He makes it out to his vehicle in five minutes flat and heads home.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting to see when he pulls into his driveway, but it certainly isn’t Derek Hale in full-wolf mode sleeping on his front steps, butterflies swarming his ears and nose. Stiles takes a minute to snap a few pictures through his windshield before he hauls himself out and marches up to Derek.

The wolf cracks an eye before yawning widely.

“Hey, Miguel,” Stiles says for Mrs. Henderson’s benefit, certain that that Miss Marple wannabe is watching through her cracked kitchen window. He unlocks his front door and ushers Derek inside.

Immediately, Derek makes a beeline for the couch and jumps up, patting at the middle cushion a few times before he flops down with a soft wuff.

Stiles sinks onto the couch next to him, threading a hand into his fur. “Wanna talk about it?” he offers.

Derek yawns, which Stiles takes to mean ‘Not particularly,’ especially as he remains wolf-shaped.

It’s nice just sitting here like this, but Stiles knows he needs to get back to work. Myers’ death isn’t going to solve itself.

“Listen, buddy,” he says quietly. “I know it’s rough right now. Hell, some days I don’t if it gets better, but it does get easier. Now, I need to head back in to work. Think I can drop you at Boyd and Erica’s again?”

Derek whines.

“Fine,” Stiles caves too quickly, “you can come with me, but,” he holds up a finger as Derek peers at him with a hopeful expression, “you’ll have to stay in the kennel. There may be other dogs in there. Behave.”

Derek stretches under his hand, sliding to the floor, nails clacking against the wood as he deliberately strolls to the door.

Stiles laughs, standing upright and shaking some fur off his uniform. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold on.”

Derek frowns at riding in the back, and snaps at the belt Stiles buckles around him, but a quick threat of swinging by the Boyds’ place makes him settle.

They make a brief detour through a drive-thru to pick up both of them some food, a nice hamburger with all the fixings for him and a dozen cheeseburgers for Derek.

He digs around in his glove box while he waits for the line to crawl forward and finds a bottle of Adderall. He dry swallows a tab, hoping that it will settle the buzz he can feel crawling up and down his arms, but knowing that it’s likely too late for today.

Derek huffs excitedly when Stiles unwraps and slides the cheeseburgers through the security window for him, wolfing them down so fast Stiles is afraid he might start choking.

The rest of the drive back to the station is uneventful. Derek must be content from the food because he doesn’t protest the collar and leash that Stiles clips onto him. He does balk at the kennel.

“Sorry, bud,” Stiles tells him, cheerily despite the fact that he wants to cave again and keep Derek by his side, “Part of the deal.”

Resigned, Derek lowers his head and pads into the—thankfully empty—kennel. He slumps in a corner and covers his eyes with a paw. Adorable. Stiles snaps a few more pictures and then closes and latches the door.

He heads to his desk to write up a quick report about the wolf-slash-dog outside Mrs. Henderson’s house. It takes ten minutes, and then he heads into the Sheriff’s office to drop it on Parrish’s desk.

Votsky and Parrish are side by side, staring down at a stack of papers spread over the desk.

“Stiles,” Parrish waves at him, “come in. Shut the door.” He points at the chair in front of the desk. “Votsky cracked the code.”

Stiles looks from Parrish to Votsky. “Good news?”

Parrish shakes his head. “Yes and no,” he says, frustratingly. “Whoever wrote the code told Kate Argent exactly how to burn down the Hale house so that it would look like an accident.”

“So we know Kate Argent killed eleven people,” Stiles says. “What’s the bad news?”

“This mysterious code maker implicated Sheriff Lahey in the cover up.”

“Which means what, exactly?”

“Isaac Lahey probably won’t get his house even if you can find a will stating that he’s the owner because the FBI is coming up here and seizing it as evidence. If the claims in the code can be substantiated, it’s likely that the house will be sold to make reparations to the Hale children.”

“And what does Isaac get then?” Stiles demands. “Even if we do end up proving Lahey senior’s involvement in the cover up, Isaac is more his victim than the Hales are, mean as it is to say. Isaac’s had to live with his father for thirty years. You can’t take away what could be his only stability.”

“I never said I was.” Parrish glares at Stiles. “Look, you and I both know Sheriff Lahey absolutely had something to do with the cover up of the Hale murders. It’s not our call though. It’s the FBI’s. Stiles, I need you to promise that you won’t impede the FBI. If you do, I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Are you going to fire me if I refuse to make that promise?” Stiles asks. When Parrish doesn’t answer, he scoffs. “Some sheriff you are.” He grabs Votsky’s decoded message and reads it before Parrish can take it back.

It’s a lot of garbage apologies for inadvertently helping Kate Argent kill the Hales. The last line though. Oh boy.

I never imagined that when the sheriff came for me, he would actually promise to hide any perceived involvement—after all, he told me, there are no arrests in electrical fires.

“What are you going to do now?” Parrish asks, setting the paper back on the desk.

Stiles can’t answer right away because he’s shaking and his jaw clenches so tight his teeth creak ominously.

Sheriff Lahey purposefully buried the fact that the Hale house was burned down, and when it got out anyway, he spread the rumor that Derek must have had something to do with it. If Lahey wasn’t already dead… Stiles’ hands clench into fists.

“I’m going to solve Garrison Myers’ murder,” Stiles finally manages to spit out.

Parrish nods. “Understood. Let me know if you need anything.”

Stiles has no intention of doing any such thing. Right now, his goal is to not kill something. He thinks of Derek in the kennel, accused of murder at thirteen and unable to defend himself. And it occurs to Stiles then that he should have called Erica or Boyd to let them know that he has Derek.

He’d better do that now before he forgets again. It’s not like Myers is going anywhere.

He decides to call Erica first—mostly because he’s still positive Boyd hates his guts. Erica answers on the third ring, completely hysterical and incomprehensible.

“What’s going on?” he manages to interject when she breaks off into loud sobs.

“I can’t find Derek or Cora!” she wails. “They ran away!”

“I’ve got Derek,” he tells her. “He’s safe. What’s this about Cora?”

“I turned my back for two minutes and they were gone.”

“Okay, well, I’ll start looking for Cora now. I’ll call you when I find her.”

Rude as it is, he hangs up on her before she can respond. Then, he heads to the kennel. Derek perks up when he opens the door.

“Come on, Miguel. Let’s go find your sister.”

~ * ~

#teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale #stiles stilinski #my storymy writing #lfaptch

Thu, 26 Aug 2021 15:37:07

Still not editing before posting.

Still on AO3.

Thanks for reading

~ * ~

Derek wakes up screaming.

He’d been dreaming that he was back in New York and that she—that Kate—had been torturing him again.

He can still feel the glide of her knife as it skimmed him, the skin peeling back, exposing his twitching muscles.

Without realizing it, Derek shifts into his delta form, scrambling off the bed and under it. He whines high in his throat, more human than wolf.

The lights come on almost immediately, and Laura and Cora crawl under the bed with him while Isaac tries to explain what happened to Boyd and Erica.

With his sisters by his side, Derek shifts back. “Just a nightmare,” he tells them.

Erica sits next to him and pats his back. “That’s okay. You’re okay. We won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”

Boyd nods his head in agreement, and Derek wonders at the contentment he smells on him.

“You’re safe here,” Erica continues. “Do you want to talk about your nightmare?”

Derek looks at his sisters. “No. Not really.”

“That’s okay too.” Erica lets Derek burrow against her side, seeking comfort. He’s glad that she’s staying behind with him and Cora while Laura, Boyd, and John go to New York.

He is also grateful for the small mercy that he isn’t going with them. He isn’t sure that he would be of any help to them. He wasn’t kept in the same compound. The hunters he ran away from are not the same ones that abused his sisters.

Erica is a solid weight beside him, her arm around his shoulder, the chemical smell of her medication as comforting as her warmth. Secretly he hopes that she and Boyd decide to keep them, even if Laura is technically old enough to be his and Cora’s guardian.

He wants the stability that will come from living in a house, from having actual meals, and if Erica has her way, school. Derek wants all those things, but above all, he wants Laura to find her daughter. He wants to put their damaged pack together, like a puzzle with missing pieces. They’ll be stronger together. Even with Peter—if Peter can escape the murder charges.

“Think you can go back to sleep now?” Erica asks. Derek realizes that everyone else has gone back to bed now. Even Isaac is tucked in, his blanket pulled over his head.

Even though he doesn’t quite feel ready, Derek nods. Erica kisses his forehead.

“I’ll check on you in a bit,” she promises. “Do you want me to leave the door open?”

There is a nightlight in the hallway. She’s offering him a source of light so that he can still see. Except she’s forgot that he is a werewolf and doesn’t need the nightlight.

He nods anyway.

Isaac is already blocking the light from the overhead. He won’t mind the nightlight.

Derek watches as Erica switches off the room’s light and leaves the door wide open as she heads back to her room. Then, he climbs off the bed and pads across the hall to his sisters’ room. Laura lifts the blanket and he crawls between them.

In the three years that Kate had him, there was nothing Derek missed as much as his family. He’s glad that he still has his sisters. And if Peter gets away with the murder he’s committed, then he’ll have Peter too.

~ * ~

Ramirez slams her head down on the table, the third time in an hour. Kincaid startles awake from where he was leaning against the wall.

“Sorry,” she apologizes. Kincaid grunts, moving to sit next to her.

Stiles spares them a brief glance before turning back to his work.

The list they’ve been studying isn’t long—only about seventy names—but they’ve been researching each one, trying to match faces with names. So far, they’ve made it through about fifty-five names and all they have is a tree of the deceased, all Hales in some way, and a few of the arson investigators. Most of the paperwork has been signed off by either Stiles’ dad, early in the investigation, or Sheriff Lahey.

The difference is marked.

Where his dad made little tick marks and initialed on every line, Lahey only signed at the bottom of the reports.

“Deputy Stilinski, sir,” Ramirez says, and Stiles lifts his tired eyes to her. “Look at this.”

She thrusts a stack of papers under his nose. Kincaid snores gently, leaning on Ramirez, while Stiles flicks through the papers.

“This is an insurance investigation.” He checks it against the arson investigative report and then checks the signatures on both. The arson investigation has been signed by the fire chief and his dad while the insurance investigation has been signed by Lahey and a new name, Garrison Myers. “Is Myers listed anywhere else?”

Ramirez points at to his name on the manifest. Number seventy himself. “It looks like he joined late.”

Stiles finds Myers’ card tucked away in a box of evidence. “He’s an insurance fraud investigator.” There’s only a number and a slogan on the card. Stiles makes a note to call the number in the morning. For now, he knows they need to call it a night and pack it up.

“Up to driving home?” he asks Ramirez. Kincaid is definitely down for the count, slumbering still. She shakes her head. “Neither am I. We can bunk here for the night and resume the search tomorrow.”

And tomorrow, he fully plans on meeting with the Hale children to see what they know.

Stiles puts the evidence back in its boxes and shoves them onto the shelves while Ramirez gently wakes up Kincaid. They head for the bunk room, and Stiles locks the evidence room behind them.

The bunk room is barely used, many of the deputies preferring to head home after their shifts, so it’s a little musty, but Stiles doesn’t care. He crawls onto the top bunk, Kincaid face-plants on the lower one, and Ramirez flops on the only cot.

Stiles is so tired that he hopes to drift off quickly, but his mind keeps buzzing, zipping from thought to thought in a way he hasn’t had to deal with since college.

Great. Looks like no sleep. He rolls onto his side and tries, unsuccessfully, to organize his thoughts.

Myers was investigating the fire for potential insurance fraud, which makes sense since the arson investigators determined the cause to be unnatural. But, the house was supposedly abandoned, so who would be collecting insurance on it? And how did they link the burned house with the murdered Hales? Why did they think Derek, long thought to be the only survivor, had set the fire and-slash-or murdered his family?

Before his untimely passing, Lahey had implied that he had evidence that Derek was involved. Why? Was he trying to cover something up? Is that why he’d brought in Myers to look into it?

Hopefully Myers will be able to shed some light when Stiles talks to him tomorrow.

And they still need to locate Deaton.

Stiles isn’t holding his breath that the former veterinarian is still alive. Peter Hale is an efficient killer. He’s already proved it three times. What’s a fourth?

When sleep won’t come even after breathing deeply and clearing his mind, Stiles climbs down and heads to his desk. He might as well research Garrison Myers and see if he’s investigated any other cases in Beacon County.

The night shift desk officer, Myrna Walsh, a deputy even greener than Kincaid, nods at him when he drops into his seat and he nods back at her. When his computer is fully booted, he enters Myers’ name and phone number into the Sheriff Department’s search log.

Six cases come back. Four closed and two on-going. The house out in the preserve is closed with a verdict of arson. Guess when the cops find the bodies of ten people with obvious non-fire related wounds, there’s no way to call it an accident, and Myers agreed by closing the insurance fraud investigation in favor of the insurance company not paying out.

There’s a photo attached to the Hale file, and Stiles downloads it, tapping his fingers as he feels an energy spike cresting in his veins.

He opens it and freezes. It’s Lahey in his Sheriff’s uniform, talking to a man. Stiles zooms in on the other man’s face.

It’s definitely his John Doe.

And if the picture is correct, then his dead John Doe is Garrison Myers.

It’s… Stiles doesn’t actually know how to feel about it because on one hand, now he knows who Peter Hale killed, but on the other, more pressing hand, valuable information regarding the Hale murders likely died with Myers.

Stiles saves the picture, labeling the people in it for Ramirez and Kincaid to look at tomorrow. They’ll have to looking into Garrison Myers and if he’s been reported missing yet.

He scrubs at his face, tugging at his hair. “Crap.” He can’t tell if the investigation is going well or not anymore.

It doesn’t feel like it is. It actually feels like Stiles is playing with half of a deck of cards that keeps exploding every time he thinks he makes progress.

“Fuck this,” he decides out loud, muttering angrily to himself. He needs sleep desperately.

Myrna waves him over as he stumbles back to the bunkroom. “Deputy Stilinski?”

“Yeah, Myrna?”

“This came for you today.” She hands him a thick envelope encased in an evidence bag. It doesn’t have a return address, and the flap is already neatly slit.

“Been examined?” He can see where it was dusted for fingerprints. He’s not holding his breath for evidence. It’s been that kind of case.

“Yeah. Nothing useful.”

“Contents?”

“Coded letter. For your eyes only, but I’m sure whoever sent it realized that more than you would see it.”

Hence the code. “Obviously.” Stiles weighs the envelope, the kind important ‘do not bend’ documents are sent in. He shakes his head, heading for the evidence room. He puts on a pair of gloves, grabs some evidence bags, and sits down at the table, spreading out the contents of the envelope.

There are seven pages, written back and front in code, all sealed in Beacon County Sheriff’s Evidence bags and initialed by Detective Benjamin Votsky, the only California state detective who lived in Beacon Hills and operated out of the Sheriff’s Department.

There is also a bagged single sheet of notebook paper with his name on it. Stiles picks it up first.

Deputy Stilinski, it reads, I am writing to you to confess my perceived involvement in a homicide. I want to make it perfectly clear that I knew nothing of what was going to happen nor how my knowledge would be applied to this heinous crime.

It has only recently come to my attention that someone I spoke with nearly five years ago used my answers to her simply fascinating questions in order to perform that most horrible task.

I am not stupid, Deputy. I know I will likely be charged with accessory to murder even though the things we talked about were purely hypothetical—until she went and proved my hypothesis into a theory. Therefore, I have opted to 1) encode the information I am revealing and 2) not reveal myself until I can be guaranteed that I will not be charged with any crimes. The key to the code is simple, Deputy. It’s Mischief in its true form.

Stiles sets aside the page. He has a feeling he knows this person if “Mischief in its true form” is the key. Stiles assumes that the anonymous letter-sender means that the key is actually his birth name.

He finds a piece of paper and writes down in block letters his full birth name, shoving it into an evidence bag and sealing it, scribbling his initials on the seal. He then carefully puts all the pages back into the envelope in its evidence bag and carries it all back to the front desk.

He hands it to Myrna, along with the paper with his name. “Give that to Detective Votsky. That word,” Stiles points at his name, “is the key. Tell him to find me when he’s done.”

Votsky used to be a deputy under Stiles’ dad’s terms as sheriff. He’d made detective right before the shake up, so he’d managed to skirt the firing. He also has a specialty in codes, which is probably why he was given the evidence first.

“Will do. Hey, Stiles?”

Stiles pauses. “Yeah?”

Myrna looks at him kindly. “Get some rest. The case won’t get solved any faster if you’re not able to see something because you’re too tired.”

“Sure,” Stiles says. What else is he supposed to say? He knows he needs sleep. He’s just having trouble shutting off his brain. “Thanks.”

He walks away before Myrna can give him any more futile advice. He knows she means well, but there’s a reason she’s on the front desk now instead of Kincaid.

He climbs back into his chosen bed in the bunkroom, cramming his head under his pillow to block out the snores of Ramirez and Kincaid. Surprisingly, he manages to fall asleep in minutes.

~ * ~

MP,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20, 21

#teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale #stiles stilinski #my storymy writing #lfaptch

Sun, 08 Aug 2021 09:47:04

This has been on AO3 for forever, but I’m starting to push to finish this story. Look for chapter 21, coming soon!

~ * ~

Boyd and John sit at the table long after the dishes have been cleared away. They’re making plans to go to New York, to see if they can find Laura’s daughter.

Laura wants to go too. Derek’s not sure they’d be able to stop her. An alpha on a mission is hard to deter.

He doesn’t feel healthy enough to accompany them—too many hunger pains among other pains.

“It’s decided, then,” John declares suddenly. “I’ll book the tickets. We leave in two days—plenty of time for me to practice my aim. I used to be the best shot on the force.”

“Are you going to be allowed to travel with a firearm?” Boyd asks.

“Disassembled and in different or locked cases, yes, as long as I declare it. You know, there’s a competition out in New York. I might just be registered for it.”

“How many of us are going?” Erica asks. She looks at Laura, Cora next to her, both of them staring at John and Boyd, and then at Derek, hiding behind his sisters.

“John, me, and Laura,” Boyd says. “I’m sorry, Cora, Derek, but I think it’d be better if you stayed behind. Erica?”

“I’ll stay. Someone has to look out for them.”

“Perfect. I’ll get those tickets booked tonight.” John’s smile is broad, happy. Derek wants to warn him about the hunters and what they do to people who oppose them, but he remembers that John was their emissary before his parents were killed. He should know about hunters already.

“Will you be mad that I won’t go?” Derek asks Laura.

She hugs him. “No, I’m not mad. I’d rather you stay here, where it’s safe.”

“I can fight,” Cora interrupts. “Why can’t I go?”

“Because we barely got out last time. In fact, we weren’t even free until that deputy shot Kate.”

“But you’re going back. I want to go back too!”

“No.” Laura doesn’t shout, but her eyes go red, and Cora cowers down, eyes on the ground, neck bared.

Laura lets the red fade away. “I’m sorry, Cora. I don’t want to lose you if the hunters are swarming. I’m not even sure we’ll be able to find my daughter.”

“We’ll do our damndest,” John promises. He yawns, making Erica yawn too. “I need to get back home now.” He picks up his bag, heading for the door. “I’ll be back bright and early tomorrow so that you can tell us about where you were held. How to get in and out.”

“Good night, John.” Erica closes the door on him. She claps her hands, turning to the rest of them. “Early to bed tonight. That way we can be up early.” She shoos Boyd toward the kitchen. “Dishes, honey. The rest of you, teeth.”

There’s only one bathroom and it’s crowded. Cora and Laura keep bumping each other while Derek and Isaac stand back, brushing their teeth in sync.

Next to Isaac, watching his sisters roughhouse reminds Derek strongly of his family when his cousins visited.

He can’t remember if they all were there that day when Kate took him. He should, but he can’t.

“Hey,” he says, spraying toothpaste everywhere. “What happened to our cousins and aunts and uncles?”

“They died,” Laura says sharply. She glares at Derek in the mirror before throwing her now broken toothbrush away. “They came to help us look for you and then our house was burned down, all of us trapped inside.” She stomps away, anger swelling in her wake.

Derek rinses his mouth and brush, setting the brush in a cup labeled with his name. Cora and Isaac finish quickly, too, and Derek grabs Cora’s arm before she can escape to the room she’s sharing with Laura.

“I didn’t know,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“We told you, didn’t we?”

“If you did, I don’t remember. Sorry.” He thinks he should have known, but Kate had broken his bonds, and when they’d left California, he hadn’t been able to sense his family.

Derek curls up on his bed, wondering when he’s going to feel normal. When he’s going to find his even keel, as his Aunt Miriam liked to say. He’d thought the whole time he was in New York that he was going to escape or be rescued and then come back to California to live with his family. He’d thought the bonds were muted with magic, not snapped entirely.

He hasn’t even properly mourned the loss of his family, too bust trying to heal from the damage Kate inflicted.

He covers his face and whines high in his throat. Isaac sinks down onto the bed with him, stroking a hand down his arm. He doesn’t say anything while Derek cries.

Nearly an hour passes before Derek stops sobbing. He breathes harshly through his mouth, nose too clogged to be of use.

“Do you want some water?” Isaac asks. Derek nods, and Isaac goes to the bathroom to fill a cup from the tap.

Derek sits up to drink it, and Isaac watches him with a curious look on his face.

“What?” Derek asks when he’s finished the water and set the cup, the one his brush was in earlier, on the bedside table.

“What’s it like being a werewolf?”

Derek pauses, thinking about it. Before Kate, he would have talked about his enhanced senses, the way they can heal minor wounds in seconds and major ones in hours or days, the way pack became attuned to each other, all of them striving to help each other. Now, he doesn’t know what to say. Does he tell Isaac that the hunters aren’t worth the trouble of being stronger, faster, or more resilient than a human?

He opens his mouth to ask Isaac what he means, but Isaac beats him to it, saying, “I guess what I mean is, I might like to become a werewolf someday.”

Derek looks at him curiously. “How do you know that we can turn you into a werewolf?”

Isaac shrugs. “Can you?”

“I can’t. I’m just a beta.”

“What about Laura? You defer to her, so she’s in charge?”

“Yes. She’s the alpha. Only an alpha’s bite can turn others, but,” Derek lifts a finger, “there’s a chance that the bite might not take. When that happens, the bitten dies.”

“How do you know if the bite will take?”

“Before giving the bite?” Isaac nods. “I don’t know.”

~ * ~

Stiles brews a fresh pot of coffee while he is on gold with the National Registry of Missing Persons. It’s late, he’s tired, and he still doesn’t know whose body they pulled out of the preserve.

He’s waiting on the okay to talk to Peter Hale, but his lawyer, none other than the famous defense attorney, David Whittemore, is dragging his feet. Possibly because Stiles interrupted his dinner with his visiting son.

Stiles doesn’t care. Jackson Whittemore, real estate mogul, is as unimportant to Stiles now as he was in high school when he was head jock and dating the most popular girl in school until she dumped him for her best friend. Jackson never quite recovered after Lydia’s public breakup, and he’d seemed to blame Scott and Stiles for his misfortune.

God damn, high school never ends, Stiles thinks bitterly.

“Still there, sir?” the NRMP employee asks, and Stiles confirms he is. “Okay, so there’s too many results to go through tonight, so I’ll have to give you an update in maybe a week. I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

“No, it’s okay. It was a long shot anyway. Thanks.” Stiles hangs up and tries to ignore the welling frustration. Getting angry won’t help anyone. He sinks into a chair, running both hands through his hair and down his face. “Crap,” he says. “What’s next?”

The man’s face is going on a bulletin tonight to run on the early news tomorrow morning to see if anyone recognizes him. His DNA and fingerprints are with the proper departments, but that could take months. Dental has also been sent out, but unless he was local, within a one hundred mile radius, they won’t have an answer back for weeks or months.

All of this can be narrowed down if Stiles can just find who they’re looking for.

He lets his head drop to the table, staring cross-eyed at the grain of the wood.

He is so exhausted, and they’ve only been on this case for two or three days. God, what if it drags on for days.

The coffee machine beeps, and Stiles hauls himself to it to grab a mug. He pours enough milk in it to cool it down, and then drains it in one long swallow.

At this point, coffee is useless. Stiles needs sleep. But before that, a shower. He’s feeling a little ripe right now.

All deputies keep a change of clothes here in case of emergency, and Stiles grabs his on the way to the showers in the basement.

The hot water helps him relax, and he spends a few minutes just letting it soak him.

He thinks again of the man stick on the tree. What if Peter isn’t the only Hale who knows who he is?

Stiles shuts off the water and dries off quickly. Derek spent three years in New York under Kate Argent’s thumb. Laura and Cora were with a different faction. The man obviously had some connection to them all since Peter had killed.

Stiles silences the tiny voice of doubt about Peter’s guilt. The man would have been partially eaten if it were a wild animal, and he wouldn’t have been skewered onto the branch as if a large creature had lifted him and set him there.

Stiles decides he needs to talk to the Hale kids tomorrow. For now, he’s going to go over the Hale fire papers and research every name that ever ended up being associated with it. Sleep is the last thing on his mind even though it’s his body’s only thought.

He runs into Kincaid and Ramirez on his way to the evidence room.

“Acting Sheriff Parish said we were to escort you home,” Kincaid explains, Like Stiles gives a rat’s ass.

He pauses thinking. Six eyes is better than two. “I’ll go home,” he says, “if you help me with something first.”

The rookies exchange an apprehensive look. Stiles takes mercy on them. “I’m working on identifying the body we found out in the preserve. I’ve got an idea that he had something to do with the house fire out that way three years ago.”

“Why do you think that, sir?” Ramirez asks.

Stiles shrugs. “It’s too much of a coincidence. The body was located near the house.”

“So you think this guy set it or something?”

“I don’t know yet. I don’t even know his name.”

“But you think it’s in the file on the fire.” Ramirez and Kincaid exchange another look, far less apprehensive this time. They shrug in unison.

“We’re in,” Ramirez says. “I’m guessing you just want lists of names with how they relate to the fire?”

“You guess correctly.”

~ * ~

MP,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20

#teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale #stiles stilinski #my storymy writing #lfaptch

Sun, 08 Aug 2021 09:06:52

Munchhausen By Proxy

Stiles is a nurse at a hospital. One day, a young man, Derek, is brought in by his fiancée, Jennifer, suffering from some issue or other, with a long history of medical drama. Derek and Jennifer have been together for almost a decade and he’s been ill for most of it. Derek is cheerful, with a decently good attitude except sometimes when he’s in excruciating pain.

Stiles quickly develops a crush that he most definitely keeps to himself, but it makes him pay a little closer attention to Derek, hoping for him to get better. Instead, he accidentally discovers the cause of Derek’s mystery illness/illnesses: his fiancée. Stiles immediately reports her, and the fallout causes her and Derek to break up. She is arrested and Derek gets better.

A year after Jennifer is sentenced, Derek returns to the hospital to get the cute nurse’s number and ask him on a date.

#teen wolf prompts #teen wolf fanfiction #happy writing #evil jennifer #medical stiles #cw abusive relationship #cw munchhausen by proxy

Mon, 31 May 2021 00:19:02

One of these days, I am going to get around to writing a story that I had a dream of: something about Talia and her husband getting a divorce, Talia moving the kids and herself to New York, something-something happens (I don’t fully remember but I think it requires a bad parent Talia tag–I take issue with how Talia was portrayed and I project a lot of my own mother on her too) and the kids all go back to California where they discover that their uncle Peter has married their father.

Side note: I am still forever mad that I had the perfect last name picked out for Papa Hale (my personal headcanon is that he changed his last name to Talia’s, which seems supported by the fact that Peter’s last name is Hale too) and by the time I got around to remembering it, I’d forgotten it. I like the last name Valens, but it wasn’t the original name so that’s a little frustrating.

#teen wolf prompts #teen wolf fanfiction #happy writing