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vampiregirl1797 · 4 years ago

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All Because of a Jacket

Stiles x Reader

GIF Not Mine

Summary: A collection of the times Stiles lends Y/N his lacrosse jacket.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,039

A/N: I have no idea where this came from guys. Actually, I do—I ordered myself a Stiles lacrosse jacket and I’ve been living in it since it came, so that’s most likely what inspired this little imagine. I hope you enjoy it! Leaving a link HERE to the jacket I got off Etsy if you’re interested—I cannot recommend it enough!

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It started off subtle, something I didn’t notice at first, and was merely grateful for. The pack had met in the middle of the lacrosse field on a Sunday evening, the location chosen as a way of avoiding any police cruisers who were out enforcing the town-wide 9pm curfew. Still, I didn’t understand why we couldn’t just have met at someone’s house, though I suppose that did run the risk of neighbours ratting us out.

I’d been trying to listen to what Scott was saying, and the whole reason we were gathered in the middle of the freezing cold lacrosse field in January, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus. It was my own fault, really. I’d assumed we’d go inside the school once we’d all gathered together, which was why I’d forgone grabbing a jacket as I left my house. Now, I was there, scrunching the sleeves of my jumper in a vain attempt to retain some heat and reverse the cold settling in on my bones. I had my arms crossed over my chest, and was seriously considering just wrapping my arms around Derek and burying my face into his back—he wouldn’t have minded and the man gave off more heat than a damn space heater, but I was startled out of my thoughts by a curtain of warmth being wrapped around me. I blinked, surprised and my eyes fluttered closed for a second in complete and utter relief, before my brain registered that the wonderfully warm jacket hadn’t just landed on my shoulders of its own accord. I looked to my left and straight into a particular pair of honey brown eyes that I was more than a little fond of. His eyes were soft at that moment, and when I murmured a quiet thank you, he responded with a bashful smile that made my heart skip a beat in my chest.

As I slid my arms through the long sleeves of Stiles’ lacrosse jacket and buttoned up the front in an attempt to retain the warmth the sarcastic boy’s body had provided, I found myself grateful that Stiles, like me, was one of the only humans of the group. It meant that I’d been able to successfully keep my more than platonic feelings from him. Of course, he was the only one who didn’t know.

I narrowed my eyes at Derek’s teasing, barely there, smile and discretely flipped him off by scratching my nose with my middle finger. The action didn’t go unmissed by the blue-eyed wolf and he breathed a chuckle before returning his attention to the alpha in front of the group.

My cold state now taken care of, I was able to concentrate on Scott’s words, subconsciously stepping closer to Stiles as I listened, my body seeking out the comfort his presence always provided me with without my consent.

That was the first time Stiles gave me his jacket.

The second time had been during a “stake-out” with Liam and Stiles. The honey-eyed boy was adamant that there was something off with Theo, and honestly I hadn’t got the best feeling about him popping into our lives out of nowhere for one, adding in the fact he was also a werewolf… well it was just too much of a coincidence.

‘I’m telling you, there’s something not right about him, Y/N.’ Stiles said, for what must have been the hundredth time in the last four hours.

‘Stiles.’ My hand covered his on the steering wheel, and I felt us both immediately relax at the touch, ‘I believe you, okay? You don’t need to convince me of anything. If you say there’s something off with Theo, I’m not going to question it.’

His usually honey-brown eyes were dark with emotion as his hand squeezed mine, ‘why? Why do you believe me?’

‘Because you have great instincts and I trust you and your opinions more than anyone else’s.’ I told him honestly.

I felt my heart beat pick up the longer his eyes bore into mine, but I refused to look away, even knowing that Liam was probably smiling in the same smug way all the werewolves had mastered whenever my heart misbehaved around Stiles. What felt like hours later, Stiles blinked and bought my hands in-between both of his.

At my look of confusion, he elaborated, ‘you’re freezing.’

‘Huh, I didn’t even notice.’ I shrugged, trying to fight the blush forming on my cheeks at what felt like an intimate gesture.

He opened his hands a little so he could blow some hot air onto mine, and the warmth generated from the act seemed to travel through my whole body.

‘Better?’ he asked after a few minutes of repeating the gesture.

I cleared my throat and kept my answer short, not trusting my voice, ‘much. Thank you.’

‘No problem.’ He released my hands and I slid them underneath my thighs to retain the heat he’d created.

My eyes moved over to where we’d been watching for most of the night, to see Theo was still playing his video game, like he had been for most of the night. It made me frown; sure video games were what teenagers usually did, but it just seemed too convenient to me. I was about to voice my opinion to Stiles and Liam when familiar cotton was placed onto my shoulders. My arms moved through the sleeves almost reflexively as I offered my best friend a grateful smile, and tried to resist the urge to bury my face into the fabric to inhale his sweet and husky scent.

‘Thank you.’

‘Can’t have you freezing on me.’ He joked his hand squeezing my thigh briefly before returning it to the steering wheel.

I couldn’t have stopped the blush that formed on my cheeks if I tried, so I turned my gaze to stare out of the window, my hand resting where his had touched me, and I wondered— if I were to remove the denim barrier provided by my jeans, would my thigh display a brand of his hand print?

Because the heat left behind by his touch felt exactly like I had been branded as his.

The third time had been in the cafeteria.

We were all sitting together, minus Derek and Liam, and all having different conversations in our own little groups. Allison and Isaac were making weekend plans, provided she could sneak out without her father noticing, Lydia, Aiden, Ethan and Danny were talking about something they could all do together on a double date, and Stiles, Scott and I were all talking about collages we wanted to apply to. Well, they were. I was trying not to fall asleep using my sandwich as a pillow; I’d been up late the night before, helping Stiles put together his criminal bored. Nothing had been solved, but we both found it helpful to have everything, every clue, and every detail all in one place.

Of course, time had gotten away from us, and our party had been broken up by the Sherriff returning from his shift and gently informing us it was past three am. I’d been too tired to drive home and had slept on the couch, but two hours sleep wasn’t enough time for me, unlike Stiles; he was as hyperactive as ever.

I pushed my tray away from me with a sigh, too tired to eat anyway, and laid my head down on top of my arms. I’d heard a few chuckles from the pack, but I ignored it; they knew how I could be when I was tired so they just left me to it. I was on the brink of passing out, knowing someone would wake me for our next class, when I found myself surrounded by what was becoming my favourite jacket emitting warmth and a scent I couldn’t get enough of. I slid my arms into the sleeves and nuzzled my face into the fabric once I’d returned them to my original position. Had I been fully conscious of my actions, I’d have been embarrassed at my audience, but the chuckles simply faded into nothing as I finally found sleep.

What I hadn’t noticed was Stiles’ fond smile, or the knowing and frustrated expressions the rest of the pack wore.

The fourth time had been during a lacrosse game.

I’d been standing in the bleachers, wearing a jacket that was not keeping me warm in the slightest and discretely trying to huddle closer to Malia—she gave off as much heat as her uncle did—when I’d heard Stiles shouting my name.

I’d frowned, but manoeuvred my way out of the row I’d been sat in and made my way down to the benches, where he was waiting. He was holding his helmet under his arm and when I reached him, he held out his jacket and I took it, but didn’t put it on in case I’d misunderstood his meaning. Did he want me to give it to Malia? I’d noticed they’d been particularly close since she had joined the pack, and as much as it made my heart ache, I was glad the female wolf had someone to offer her comfort when she’d been without it for so long.

‘I noticed it’s pretty cold and figured you could use a jacket.’ He said, seeming nervous.

I felt a genuine smile form on my lips as I slid the cotton on and buttoned up the front, ‘thank you. I feel like I should rent this from you with how often I wear it.’ I chuckled, pulling my hair out from underneath the fabric.

He joined me in my laughter, ‘nah, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like seeing you in my jacket.’ He looked nervous again and my heart skipped a beat in my chest.

Did he mean…? ‘You do?’ I asked, my voice quiet to my own ears.

‘I do,’ he stepped closer and I felt wonderfully dizzy as a stronger wave of his heat and scent washed over me, ‘Y/N…I’ve liked you for a while. As more than a friend, and I’ve been too scared to say anything, but Scott practically threatened to kill me if I didn’t admit it to you.’

‘You like me?’ I repeated, dumbfounded. How had I missed it? Had I been so preoccupied in hiding my own feelings that I’d been blind to his?

‘Yes.’ He looked more nervous now and I found myself reaching out, my hands falling on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

‘Stiles…’ I took a breath, finding the courage to say the words I’d been holding in for so long, ‘I like you too.’

His honey-coloured eyes bore into mine for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds, before his lips formed a face splitting grin that made my heart warm in my chest.

‘So, will you go on a date with me?’ he asked, seeming more confident but not much.

‘Absolutely.’ I grinned, my face leaning into his hand as it came up to caress the side of my face.

‘Awesome.’ He grinned again, and I was sure that we would both be wearing these giddy expressions for the foreseeable future, ‘pizza after?’

‘Perfect.’ I laced my fingers through his and almost jumped a mile when coach blew his whistle. I’d been so lost in him, his touch, his warmth, and his smell that I’d completely forgotten where we were.

‘I should get out there before Coach kills me.’ He chuckled.

‘Okay.’ I replied, reluctantly releasing his hands.

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead that I made my heart melt. Before he could leave me completely, I grabbed his jersey and with a teasing grin told him, ‘by the way, this jacket is mine now.’

He blinked, and when he’d processed my words a bright, fond grin broke out across his face. He leaned in, kissed my cheek and whispered against my skin, ‘you won’t find me objecting to that, sweetheart.’ He winked, waved, and left to join the huddle in the centre of the field.

My cheek didn’t stop burning for the rest of the game.

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usermischief · 3 years ago

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♜Pairing: Briles ♜Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Brett Talbot ♜Warnings: mental health issues ♜Words: 1036 ♜Dialogue Prompt: "I can't be held responsible. I wasn't even there." ♜Mini Fic Roulette: 3/∞

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“Whatever happened,” Stiles mutters into his pillow, “it wasn’t me.”

The window slides shut with a thud. “How do you know something happened then?” Brett crosses the room, footsteps barely audible.

“Because you crawled in through my window instead of using the front door like a normal person.” Stiles huffs out a breath and pulls the blanket over his face. Being social really isn’t high on his agenda right now, but Brett isn’t about to leave until he’s done with whatever he’s come here for. Judging by his entrance, he’s pissed about something Stiles may or may not have done. Well, he probably didn’t do whatever Brett’s pissed about because he hasn’t left the house much less his bedroom in the past two days, and he honestly doesn’t feel like leaving it any time soon. As far as he’s concerned, he’s going to lie here and not move for the rest of eternity.

Brett huffs. “I just picked up my sister, your idiot brother, and his idiot best friend because they thought it would be a great idea to go looking for mermaids.” The mattress dips slightly. Not enough for someone to sit down. It’s almost as if Brett is propping his foot on the bed. “And because it’s Beacon Hills, they found some.”

“I don’t see why that’s my problem.” Stiles lets out a long breath and scrambles into a seating position. “I can’t be held responsible,” he mutters, making a point of keeping his face turned away from Brett because he knows he looks like shit, he really doesn’t need to see the realization on Brett’s face. “I wasn’t even there.” Not that his absence usually stops people. Stiles is very aware that he’s doing a lot of shit all the time, and he’s aware that Mason is very easily roped into all of that bullshit. Even Liam is more often than not following Stiles around, especially now that he is a werewolf. Their dad isn’t exactly excited about this, but they can’t stop him — and with Stiles still being very human, he’s glad Stiles isn’t poking wild supernatural creatures on his own.

Sighing, Brett kicks off his shoes. “Well,” he says, slipping under the covers next to him without any hesitation at all, “Liam mentioned that his dear brother told him about mermaids in the preserve.” His voice softens a lot, and even though Brett is a dick ninety percent of the time he’s awake, he’s the most attentive person Stiles has ever dated. Pressing a kiss to his temple, Brett wraps an arm around Stiles’ shoulders and pulls him close.

“That’s not what I said,” Stiles mutters, curling into his boyfriend’s side. “He was getting on my nerves, telling me how bored he is.” Having Brett around always makes days like this at least a little easier. His warmth wraps around him like a safety blanket and knowing that Brett is ready to lie down next to him for as long as Stiles needs him to helps more than he thought it would when they started dating. It’s not magically making him want to face the world, but the dark cloud in his head gets a little brighter. Sometimes it is still impossible to believe that Brett is his boyfriend, that he even considered dating him since Stiles ghosted him three times and showed up an hour late to their very first date — a date he would’ve missed if Lydia hadn’t dragged his ass all the way across town and dropped him off in front of the restaurant Brett had chosen. Stiles cannot even begin to tell her how grateful he is for that.

Humming, Brett brushes his lips over his temple. “And your response was?”

Stiles breathes his boyfriend in and sighs. “I told him that I don’t care, and I wouldn’t even care if he found mermaids in the preserve.”

Brett chuckles. “I figured you’d say that.” Again, he kisses his temple, fingers running gently up and down Stiles’ arm. “How about next time, you say something like, ‘I wouldn’t even care if you watched my favorite movie at the cinema tonight.’?”

Despite himself, Stiles cracks a smile. “Probably would’ve been smarter.” He places his hand on Brett’s chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath his fingertips. It’s a calming sensation, and something he never gets tired of. “He’s okay, right?”

“He’s peachy,” Brett tells him, lips moving against his temple. “In fact, he’s making up a fabulous story about how Mason was jumped by mermaids as they were relaxing at the lake as we speak.”

Yeah, that sounds like something Liam would do. Stiles can be an asshole to Liam for a week straight, but his little brother will still make sure he’s not going to get in trouble with their dad — and Stiles will do the same every single time. They’re brothers, after all, it’s what they do.

Stiles traces the numbers on Brett’s jersey. “Sorry.”

“Well, Liam dragged Lori along.”

“I still should’ve known better.”

Brett huffs and kisses his temple again. “You want me to come over after the game today?”

If he’s perfectly honest, Stiles doesn’t want him to leave to begin with. But he doesn’t want to be clingy. Plus, it’s a Saturday. He’s usually hanging out with his teammates after winning once again. “I’m gonna be terrible company.” It’s frustrating enough that Stiles doesn’t find the energy to be at the game tonight. He’s his boyfriend. He should be there, wearing his jersey. Lacrosse is important to Brett.

“I don’t care— and please stop worrying about the game.” Brett runs his hand down Stiles’ arm and intertwines their fingers, kissing his temple and cheek and jaw. “Being with you is enough for me.” He squeezes his hand, leaning his forehead against the side of Stiles’ head. “If you have me, that is.” The smile in his voice is audible, and when Brett nudges his ear with his nose, Stiles is pretty sure his heart melts a little.

“How long until you have to leave.”

“Thirty minutes.” Brett pulls him closer. “Forty if I ignore the speed limit.”

Stiles nods. “I love you,” he whispers and closes his eyes.

“I love you too.”

#briles #stiles stilinski #brett talbot #teen wolf #brett x stiles #stiles x brett #I was at 851 words before I edited the story #I WAS SO CLOSE #it can't be this hard #to write stories under 1k #minificroulette #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:briles

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thescottpack · 3 years ago

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Kissed By The Fire (Brett Talbot)

A/n: This is part of my fanfic but you can read just this part if you want.

Brett Talbot x Y/n

warning: mention of sex

CHAPTER FIVE

The bell had rung indicating that classes were over that day, I couldn't feel happier to leave that place, no one could stand to hear about square root and where is the x anymore. I was leaning against Lori's locker with my backpack already on my back waiting for her to finally show up then she appeared at the end of the hallway talking to Scott Mcall and Stiles Stilinski, when she noticed me she came running and gave me a hug.

"I didn't see you at lunchtime, where did you go?"

"I got stuck trying to finish my biology homework in time."

"Well, did you have time to finish?"

"Yeah I did, I was here waiting for you." I said smiling at Scott and Stiles.

Lori turned towards the boys. "I was talking with the two of them about the Lacrosse game on Friday."

"Are you going to watch Y/n? Stiles is going to play and I don't think you want to miss this one." Scott said laughing at his friend.

"Haha very funny, you know what Scott sometimes I think you should become a comedian, anyway Y/n I'll do my best and I know you know that right?."

I smiled saying "Of course you will Stiles". I put my hand on his shoulder looking into the boy's eyes. "I trust you."

Stiles looked at Scott. "See!At least someone trusts my abilities."

Suddenly a feeling invaded my body, it was warm and comfortable and made me feel full of joy. Smiling I turned to Lori and said "Brett is here, we should go."

Scott and Stiles looked around and Scott asked where he was.

"Where?I don't see him around, I can't even smell him."

Stiles grunted making a disgusted face. "Geez dude, you don't have to go sniffing around all the time."

"I don't it happens naturally.I just didn't know a phoenix could smell people." Scott explained himself.

"I can't! I just know he's arrived and he must be out there waiting, I kind of feel his presence, honestly I don't know what it is but it shouldn't be anything unusual.Anyway I'm leaving, Lori are you coming?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take a ride with you two, bye guys!"

Scott and Stiles said goodbye to them, while Stiles waved Scott asked confused.

"How the hell does she sense someone and I don't?"

Stiles took a deep breath, clutching his backpack and rolling his eyes. "Scott, you definitely need to chill."

When Lori and I reached the parking lot, Brett was leaning against the car waiting for us. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss listening to Lori make a sound like she was going to throw up.

"Please sexual tension is not allowed when I'm around, thanks." She said getting into the car while Brett and I did the same thing.

"I'm going to drop Lori at home and then we'll go to yours okay?"

"Okay."

"Thank God you have no idea how unbearable it is to see my brother with my best friend."

"Will you shut up?" Brett said.

"There are billions of people in the world and you had to choose my best friend, now I have to live with this situation. Don't get me wrong Y/n I love you from the bottom of my heart but I CANNOT LISTEN TO YOU FUCKING ANYMORE! "

I started laughing uncontrollably, every time the three of us are together it's always the same story and she does it just to annoy her brother and always worked.

"Lori if you don't shut up I'm going to stop the car and leave you on the road!"

"OKAY! I was just playing with you guys...Kind of. So Y/n was explaining to me that she senses her presence every time you're around, do you think that's normal?"

"Maybe, I don't know. I feel her presence too." Brett said smiling holding her hand with his free hand. "Whatever it is I don't think it's a bad thing, it feels right."

"Do you think I should talk to Satomi about this?" I asked Brett.

"If you want to."

"I wasn't thinking it was anything different until Scott and Lori started talking in my head about it."

"Scott Mcall? What the fuck did he say to you?"

"Nothing important, he was just confused that he couldn't tell you were around but I do, you know, I'm not a werewolf I don't smell people."

"Well I can smell you and sense your presence and that's perfect for me."

Brett said stopping the car in front of his house.

"Ew, you two are weird." Lorri said getting out of the car. "See you tomorrow Y/n and do your homework AT HOME instead of giving this human being attencion!"

Brett rolled his eyes again. "I swear she wants us to fight."

"No she doesn't, for her this is a joke you always fall for." I said smiling.

Brett smiled putting his hands on my cheeks pulling me in for a kiss, I jumped on the sit when I heard Lori screaming through the window. "GET A ROOM!"

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Brett parked the car in front of my house and we finally got in my place, I called for my parents looking around the house but they weren't there. We went upstairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor, taking off my shoes.

"If your mom sees the way you take care of your backpack she'll curse you until your ears can't take it anymore." Brett said lying down on my bed.

"My room is clean for your information."

I said climbing on top of him starting a kiss, my tongue slowly entered his mouth while Brett held my waist tightly, I went down the kisses to his neck and I could feel his scent. Brett suddenly flipped us over on the bed and was on top of me, breaking the kiss.

"We won't do anything until you finish your homework."

"Please, just a quickie."

"Liar, come on go do your homework I'll help, you'll finish faster."

"Argh! I hate it when you have common sense."

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heliads · 4 years ago

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One Moves On Chapter Four: Crow Rock

Stiles Stilinski doesn’t know what to think when he’s taken by the Ghost Riders. He’s grateful to be joined by Y/N L/N, although when he finally escapes, no one seems to remember her at all.

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Now that he’s finished his research, Stiles isn’t sure what to do next. Does he drive over in a fit of glory and bad decision making, hope to find Y/N and pray she hasn’t left before he gets there? Does he risk traveling without a pack to one of the areas with the most supernatural activity other than Beacon Hills?

In the end, Stiles decides to just go. Deliberating and hesitating won’t do him any good, not when Y/N is still out there, weaponless and with no idea where she is. Stiles spends a haphazard half hour running about his house, trying to put together supplies he might need for the trip, before finally stumbling over to his Jeep.

When he finally makes it out, keys clutched in his hand, Scott is waiting for him.

His best friend is leaning up against the driver’s side door, arms folded across his chest. Stiles’ steps falter. “You knew I was going?” Scott lifts a shoulder. “Your dad called me, said he was worried. We knew you’ve been concerned about Y/N, but we didn’t know that you would go this far. Where are you going, Stiles?”

Stiles holds up a hastily printed map. “Actually, I’m going to a town called Crow Rock. Good supernatural activity, and I followed the law of triangles-” Stiles’ voice dies off as he takes in the look on Scott’s face. “The law of triangles, which is a very reputable law from a very reputable manuscript which we all know about. Right. Well, I know how it sounds but trust me, it’s going to be alright.”

Scott sighs. “I want to believe you. Honestly, I do. But Y/N died months ago. You have to know that. I didn’t even know you cared this much about her. I’d call it grief, but you watched her die some time ago. She’s already buried.” Stiles frowns at him. “Is she? Where?” Scott fumbles for a moment. “Uh, in some cemetery.” Stiles presses his advantage. “Which cemetery? If we saw her buried, where is she?”

Scott’s brow furrows, and he stares at Stiles in bewilderment. “I can’t remember. I know where Allison and Aiden and all the others are buried, but I don’t know where she is.” Stiles throws his hands in the air. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t know because she isn’t dead. We never buried her so of course we can’t remember the cemetery. Scott, you have to believe me. She’s out there somewhere and I have to bring her back.”

Scott’s face softens. “You’re sure this will work? You know where to find her?” Stiles nods fervently. “I’ve done my research. Sometimes, people are pulled away from rifts by something called etheria. I was able to make it back safely from the Wild Hunt, but she wouldn’t. She’s not the first either- these victims, they call them etherials or something, have been disappearing for centuries. I’ve managed to track down another hotspot where she might be located and I think it’s my best shot at finding her.”

Scott nods once, then claps him on the shoulder. “I think you can do it.” Stiles looks up at him. “Really?” Scott smiles trustingly. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve put in a considerable amount of time for research. I think if anyone could track down an etherial who everyone else thinks is dead, it would be you.” Stiles grins. For some reason, hearing his best friend’s belief in him is enough to give Stiles a boost in confidence.

Scott steps away from the door of the Jeep, allowing Stiles access at last. “I just wanted to check with you before you go. To make sure you knew what you were doing.” He glances at the map, taking in the location of the hotspot. “There’s going to be a lot of supernatural trouble there. You sure you don’t want a backup group?” Stiles shakes his head, smiling. “I’m good, thank you. I think this is something I have to do by myself.”

Stiles climbs into the Jeep, giving himself a moment to think. This is it, the last moment before he sets off on his journey. He’s spent so much time preparing that it’s strange to think that this is his stepping off point, the last opportunity he has to back down and say that this is too dangerous, or that the chances are too great that he will fail.

Stiles turns on the ignition in a roar. Scott waves goodbye as the Jeep disappears down the road.

Stiles has only been driving for an hour or so before he notices a shift in the air. It’s not much, barely there, but yet something is not right. It’s like the atmosphere of the car has become quieter, even more silent than before. No one has entered or left the vehicle to warrant this silence, but it’s still enough to make Stiles feel slightly uneasy. He’d felt it a little when he was crossing over the boundary to Beacon Hills, a slight change in the energy as if by leaving he was passing through a barrier of some sort.

Stiles supposes it makes sense- you leave a hotspot, you might notice some change. Stiles doubts he would have noticed it had he not just been taken by the Wild Hunt or even gone without his temporary possession by the Nogitsune. He has a feeling that sensing this change in supernatural activity is an ability usually attributed to the supernatural, and the fact that he, a supposedly ordinary human, can sense it sets Stiles’ teeth on edge.

Stiles becomes aware of another change about fifteen minutes later. He sits up straighter in his seat, trying and failing to figure out what exactly is filling him with unease, and then he sees the sign. It’s faded, paint crumbling off of a metal backing. Even with the weathering of the sign, Stiles can still read the derelict letters: Welcome to Crow Rock. Stiles has made it at last.

The Jeep rumbles on, past the sign and onto the twisting roads. Scott, Lydia, and Malia had told him about visiting Canaan while he was still in the thrall of the Wild Hunt, and how the entire town had given off the uncanny, almost sinister energy of a ghost town. Stiles has no idea what it must have been like to walk those streets, but he has a suspicion that it would be pretty similar to how he feels right now, driving down the blocks and avenues in his truck.

Stiles has looked at images of Crow Rock from larger topographical maps, and realized that the town itself isn’t actually that big. He’d been happy then, thinking that maybe this was one instance of luck for himself and that it might not take as long to search the town for Y/N, but that hope is starting to wither away from him now. The town may be small, yes, with fewer hiding spots, but it also means fewer people to watch him. With fewer bystanders, the chance of supernaturals backing down from a public attack grows slimmer and slimmer with each mile Stiles travels within the town.

Stiles intended to drive to the center of town, where the hotspot of supernatural activity would most likely be the highest. However, as he goes he finds that certain roads are blocked off or congested with traffic that miraculously vanishes a few blocks down. He’s forced to take alternate routes, driving him on a convoluted path away from the entrance. It gives Stiles a sneaking suspicion that he’s being intentionally misrouted, that something is drawing him close.

Stiles has just taken a turn into a new street when he’s forced to come to an abrupt stop. A construction barricade has been laid across the road, orange and white paint signaling that he can travel no further. Stiles checks his rearview mirrors, ready to make a U-turn and get onto another road, when he freezes in place. A group of people is slowly spilling out into the road behind him, and they come to a stop at the main road, blocking off any chance of escape. They all consider Stiles with identical glares. This is not good.

Seeing as he can’t drive anywhere without mowing down this group of people, Stiles turns off the ignition and starts to climb down out of the Jeep. All of his instincts are screaming at him to stay in the car, to not give up the one piece of shelter he still has left, but it’s not like he has much of a choice. At least he’d be able to run on foot- if he remains in the Jeep, he’d just be a sitting duck.

Stiles walks away from the car, coming to a stop a few yards away from the group. One man steps forward, glaring at Stiles with an almost animal rage. “You should not have come here, human. You reek of enemy packs.” Most people would be smart and hold their tongues, choosing to live instead of delivering a supposedly witty retort. Stiles prefers to save his academic success for the tests in school.

“I think it’s kind of mean to go up to people and tell them they smell. I mean, I showered this morning, I can’t be that bad.” The man raises an eyebrow. “You are a human with a death wish, I see. It is not wise to pick a fight that you cannot win.” Stiles shrugs. “I’m just a tourist, man. I can see why your driving tours got such low reviews on Yelp.”

The man scoffs, the sound skidding deep in his throat like the roar of an engine. “I am quickly tiring of you. I will give you one minute to leave this town. If you are not gone by then, you will be dead.” Stiles shakes his head slowly. “I can’t do that. I’m here for someone.” The man roars at him, the sound echoing off of the buildings around them to culminate in a low din of noise. “Then you will die here instead.”

The man charges towards Stiles, claws already starting to extend from his fingers. Stiles takes one look at him and decides to do what he does best: run. He spins on his heels, dashing towards his Jeep with every ounce of energy still left in him. He’s almost there, one hand flung out towards the door, when a werewolf skids to a stop in front of him. It lets out a piercing howl, the sound of an animal about to attack.

Suddenly, a knife slams into its throat, and the wolf slumps sideways. Stiles’ head jerks up as he looks for his savior. A blur of flashing knives and running limbs appears out of nowhere, and a figure grabs the knife from the werewolf’s throat to throw it at another approaching wolf. Then the figure turns to Stiles, and he feels like he could dance with joy.

“Y/N?” She flashes him a grin. “Great to see you. Get in the Jeep.” Stiles doesn’t think twice, diving for the door and throwing himself in. Y/N climbs into the passenger seat, slamming the door closed just before a werewolf can slash her to ribbons. Stiles turns on the ignition, thanking everything holy and then some that the engine doesn’t fail him. He begins the turn to direct his car back towards the road, and then hesitates.

Y/N stares at him. “What are you waiting for? Do you enjoy being killed by enemy packs?” Stiles gestures towards the road. “The werewolves are blocking all the lanes!” Y/N’s eyes widen in something like incredulity. “Then run them over!” Stiles returns her startled gaze. “They’ll wreck my car!” Y/N grabs his hand, forcing it back onto the wheel. “If you stay here, they’ll wreck your car by dragging your dead body out of it and tearing it to shreds. Drive!”

A wolf howls nearby, raising his hand to slash at the metal body of the car. This is enough to motivate him, and Stiles slams a foot on the gas. The Jeep lurches forward, and the werewolves are forced to dive out of the way lest they get flattened by the wheels. The Jeep races around corners and through straightaways before they finally lose the enemy pack and the roads become deserted once more.

Stiles stares at the windshield unseeingly. His hands still shake from the close call. “You know, I don’t think I used my turn signal once during all of this.” There’s a quiet sound next to him, and for a second Stiles thinks that Y/N has started sobbing. Then he looks over and realizes that she’s doubled over in silent laughter. She manages to choke out two words. “Turn signal?”

Stiles stares at her for a second, then starts laughing too. Maybe it’s the thrill of yet another near death experience, or the rush of gratitude that he’s managed to find her at last, but all of a sudden every single thing in the world seems funny. He has to divert his attention back to the road in a jolt lest he run over a suicidal squirrel, which just makes them laugh even harder.

At last, they approach the sign announcing that they will shortly be leaving Crow Rock. Y/N’s laughter dies on her lips as she stares at the sign, then speaks abruptly. “Stop the car.” Stiles stares at her as she jumps out before the wheels have even stopped moving. He puts the car in park just a little bit beyond the sign, then leaps out after her. “What are you doing? Do you like the idea of being slashed to bits by the enemy packs?”

Y/N shakes her head, staring at him with quiet grief. “I can’t leave the town.” Stiles walks back over to her. “What are you talking about?” Y/N looks at him, and Stiles realizes that she doesn’t look afraid or even disappointed. Her face only holds a calm acceptance of a depressing fact. “I can’t leave. I’ve tried before, but the town won’t let me. Look.” She moves to step forward, past the ‘Leaving Crow Rock’ sign, but her feet refuse to budge. It’s as if she’s trying to walk into an invisible wall.

“I’ve tried to leave, ever since I showed up here, but I can’t. It’s like the same magic that brought me here intends on trapping me here forever.” Stiles’ eyes widen. “It’s the etheria. All those manuscripts talked about how people would be yanked away to other hotspots and never return. I thought they just meant that it was the olden days or whatever and that long of a distance was too far to travel without cars or something, but they literally meant that they couldn’t leave.”

Stiles shakes his head, unable to accept this. “I’m not giving up, not now. I’m not losing you again.” Y/N laughs quietly at that. The sound is bittersweet and tears at his heart. “I don’t think you have a choice, Stiles. There’s no way around this.” Stiles’ pulse is thundering in his veins. “No, I’m going to make a choice. Even if I have to do it all myself. No one is supposed to remember the etherials, but I remember you. We’re the exception, Y/N. I am not leaving you again.”

Out of some impulse, Stiles steps forward, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her close. She stiffens for a second, then returns his embrace. After so many days of hearing everyone tell him that she was dead, that she didn’t exist, having her so close is like a dream or an impossibility. They stumble slightly as a strong wind hits them, shifting slightly but not letting go. Y/N gasps quietly, the sound torn away from her chest. Stiles looks at her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Y/N shakes her head slightly. “I don’t know. I feel like-” Her eyes widen as she stares at the sign to Crow Rock, the sign that is now behind them. In that brief moment, when they’d moved to avoid the wind, they’d moved over the town barrier. It had just been mere inches, but it was enough. Y/N stares at him in awe. “How did that happen? It’s never happened before.”

Stiles can just smile at her, feeling relief crest over him like a wave. “I told you, didn’t I? We’re the exception. Now, I don’t know about you, but I think I’d like to go home.” She beams at him. “I think I’d like that a lot.” Stiles reaches out, wrapping his hand around hers to guide her back to the car. They’re together at last, and they can finally make their way back to where they belong.

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densewentz · 3 years ago

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D E N S for the ask game uwu

Lee I have no idea what fandoms you expected me to answer these for but rip

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Alucard/Greta in Castlevania tbh. I’ve got nothing against Greta honestly I just fly into a rage when allusions to new romances pop up almost immediately after major trauma via different romances. But alas, I cannot get over my simmering rage enough to even indulge this ship.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

I once wrote a crack!fic for bandom where the members of Panic! At the Disco were assorted food products in a refrigerator. There were a lot of horrible puns. It was a dark time and I wish I could scrub it from my own memory

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Ive been rewatching a lot of AtlA so im gonna answer for that (granted ive never watched LoK so i dont know how much was addressed there but rip). These are really just things I wish had been more prevalent in the show moreso than the fandom (although i never have enough fanart tbh) 1. I wish there was WAY more insight into the relationship between Zuko, Azula and their Mother. 2. I’m fascinated by the parallels between Zuko and Katara as characters, both in their backgrounds and behaviors/personalities. It would have been nice for that relationship to have been explored with more seriousness (not even in a shippy way although yes, but just because of how deep it runs) 3. I’d have been interested to see more attempts to push the limits of bending. We get the bloodbending from Katara, the lightning from Iroh and Azula, and the Metalbending from Toph, but obviously that means a lot of the ‘limits’ of bending are a matter of perspective and nuance. It would have been cool to see that more explored in depth and the emotional toll pushing those limits would take (ie katara and her conflicted feelings about the bloodbending)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged) I’m obsessed with the idea that in Teen Wolf season 1 when Peter Hale offers Stiles the bite and Stiles says no, and that he ‘doesn’t want to be like you’ but Peter calls him out on lying, Stiles wasn’t lying about not wanting to be a werewolf. He didn’t want the bite, he wanted pack. That was what made his heart skip a beat. Stiles doesn’t need the bite to already be twice as pack oriented as the rest of the actual wolves in the show. I also headcanon that that's the main reason Peter actually listened and didn't bite Stiles. Because at the end of the day Peter is a viciously pack driven character as well. like recognizes like and all that.

#asks #solitarelee #i didn't write about trevor belmont because no one has time to read my 2 page meta about why he's better and deserves more than anyone #thank u friend for asking me things #ask replies

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tails89 · 4 years ago

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@ice-mage

you asked for prompts for your teen wolf bingo. So for the kid fic square, how about this: Derek is babysitting Laura’s kids for a week while she and her spouse/partner go on vacation. While out with them on day 1, he runs into Stiles, who loves kids. Stiles makes a comment that indicates that he thinks Derek is their single father, and Derek just decides to go with it.

“I want choclit milk.”

The hand on Derek’s sleeve tugs insistently, but he can’t afford to let his attention stray from trying to wrangle a wiggly foot back into its sneaker. Caleb thinks it’s hilarious, gripping the Velcro and tossing the other shoe onto the ground.

Derek gives up with a sigh. He lifts Caleb up, settling the two-year old on his hip and retrieves the shoes, shoving them haphazardly into the kid’s backpack.

“Choclit milk.” The tugging has migrated to Derek’s pant leg now that Cameron can no longer reach his shirt and Derek wonders how Laura does it. He’s had his nephews for less than an hour and he’s ready to hand them back and sleep for a week.

“We’re about to head home Cam,” he says, swinging the backpack over his shoulder. “How about we have some with lunch?”

“With cookies?” Cameron asks, eyes lighting up.

“We’ll see about the cookies,” Derek tells him, reaching for the four-year-old’s hand. “Maybe after.”

He leads them away from the park and over to the car. He’s traded in his Camaro for Laura’s more kid friendly SUV while his sister and her husband are off on some second honeymoon.

Opening the door, Derek helps Cameron scramble up into the back and starts buckling Caleb into his car seat.

“Oh, hey man. I think you dropped something.”

Derek turns at the familiar voice, gaze locking on a familiar face. “Stiles?”

The teenager—no, not a teenager anymore—man standing across from him is holding a child’s Velcro sneaker.

“Derek? No way man.” Stiles crosses the space between them, the familiar bounce in his step sending a wave of fond nostalgia through Derek. “I didn’t know you were back in town.”

“I’ve been here a while,” Derek says, accepting the shoe and stuffing it back into the bag. “I thought you’d moved to uh, New York, or something.”

“I just graduated college last month.” Stiles grins, crossing his arms over his chest, the movement drawing Derek’s attention to just how broad Stiles’ shoulders have become. “So, I’m back with Dad while I look for work. Anyway, how have you been man? It’s been, what, four years?”

“Choclit milk!”

Stiles peers around Derek at the kids on the car, his scent going spicy in a way Derek can’t quite put his finger on.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “You’re probably trying to get these two home and I’m just yapping away. I’ll let you go.”

“Uh, yeah,” Derek says lamely. “But maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Choclit milk!” Cam calls insistently, tugging his arms through the child restraint belt. Caleb joins in with his brother, kicking his feet against his seat.

Stiles shrugs like ‘what can you do?’ and Derek rolls his eyes at his nephews’ antics before turning and reaching to buckle Cameron in. He tries not to flush under Stiles’ scrutiny as he checks the restraints and shuts the door.

“You know, I never pictured you as the Dad-type,” Stiles says, following Derek around to the driver’s seat. “But it’s a good look on you. I’ll see you around Derek.”

With a wave, Stiles crosses the street and Derek sits behind the steering wheel for a full minute wondering why he didn’t correct him.

“Oh my God, it’s like looking into a mirror.”

Derek glances over his shoulder and see’s Stiles walking up behind him. The human stands beside him, his gaze fixed on Caleb who is sulking because Derek wouldn’t let him squish the bread.

“He’s got the angry eyebrows and everything.”

Frowning, Derek looks down at his nephew. “I don’t look like that.”

“Oh really,” Stiles grins up at him. “You should tell that to your face.” He laughs at Derek’s deepening scowl. “Anyway, fancy meeting you here.” He comes to a stop beside the Derek, one hand holding his basket, the other loosely gripping the cart.

“At the supermarket?” Derek asks in disbelief. Stiles is standing so close, almost pressed up against Derek, his scent spicy and inviting. “It’s not a big town, it was bound to happen at some point.”

“Ah, so you were hoping to run into me then?” Stiles bumps his hip into Derek’s still grinning.

“No—I—” Derek quickly backtracks, his brows drawing together in confusion.

“I’m just joking,” Stiles’ laugh is rich and throaty. It triggers something in Derek and he just wants to hear it again. He doesn’t quite understand this reaction. Sure, he’d liked teenage Stiles well enough, but there’s something about this new, adult Stiles and Derek can’t help but stare.

“So, you going to introduce me?”

“Oh, um. This is Caleb,” Derek says, flushing. “And that’s Cam—”

“No.” Cameron stands up in the cart. “I can do it.”

Derek catches Stiles’ amused eyeroll and makes the same face back at him.

“I’m Cameron.”

Stiles crouches down in front of Cameron. “Nice to meet you little dude. I’m Stiles.” He straightens up, turning to Derek. “So, have you guys got big plans for the day?”

“We’re gonna play dinosaurs,” Cam says, bouncing in the cart. Derek winces for the groceries being trampled by tiny werewolf feet.

“I love dinosaurs,” Stiles tells him, grinning at the way Cameron’s whole face lights up. Derek groans internally. Whether he meant to or not, Stiles just made a new best friend.

“Come!” The four-year-old practically vibrates. “We can play.”

“Oh, I’m not sure,” Stiles says, looking to Derek. “You’ll need to ask your dad.”

Cameron looks around in confusion and Derek panics.

“Oh, I’m—I’m not—”

“It’s fine,” Stiles cuts him off with a wave. “Maybe another time, kiddo.”

Cameron deflates, his whole body sagging and bottom lip wobbling.

“You can come over,” Derek blurts, desperate to avoid a tantrum in the middle of the cereal aisle. “Honestly, it’ll be nice to have another adult around for a while.”

“Yeah?” Stiles’ smile is warm and sincere and Derek’s heart races. “Sounds great.”

Derek watches Stiles chatting with Cameron.

They’re surrounded by dinosaur figurines and toy trucks. Stiles hands every truck to Caleb to inspect before it’s placed down on the mat spread out on the floor. Both kids had taken to him immediately, chasing him around in the back yard demanding to be swung around.

“You’re really good with them.” Derek sits down on the floor beside Stiles, appreciating the way he arches back and stretches after sitting hunched over dinosaur figurines with Cameron.

“I like kids,” Stiles says, stretching out his legs before crossing them at the ankles. “Yours are especially cute. It’s super unfair man.”

Stiles has come back every day to hang out and it’s been great, but Derek still hasn’t explained to him that Caleb and Cameron are his nephews. He’s tried. Several times. But now it’s reached the point that he’s lowkey hoping Laura just doesn’t come back. Derek’s pretty sure he’d get custody of the kids over Cora.

The knock at the front door startles them both.

“Where are my babies?” Laura’s voice echoes down the hall and both kids take off screeching towards the front of the house.

“Mama.”

Stiles’ scent turns sharp and Derek panics. He’s not ready. He was hoping to at least have another day to figure out how to fix this mess.

“Hey Derbear.” Laura walks into the living room with a kid in each arm. When she spots Stiles, her lips tick up at the corner and she grins wolfishly. She ignores Derek’s subtle head shake. “I’m Laura,” she says, voice coloured with barely contained laughter.

“Stiles.”

“You’re cute. Where’d you find him Der?”

Derek is going to kill her… once he’s done being mortified.

“The supermarket,” Stiles quips, rising to his feet.

This time Laura does laugh. “I like you.” She puts Cameron down, kneeling in front of him. “Time to say goodbye to Uncle Derek.”

Derek gives his nephews a hug and helps Laura collect their things before walking them out to their car.

When he returns, Stiles is waiting for him, arms folded across his chest.

“I cannot believe you let me think they were your kids,” he says, his voice teasing.

“In my defense,” Derek says weakly. “I did try to tell you, but after the third attempt I gave up.”

“Uh huh.” Stiles nods a long very seriously, but his eyes are dancing with unrestrained glee.

“I did,” Derek insists. “You just talk way too much.”

Stiles steps up into his space. “You know,” he says, smirking. “There is one way you can shut me up.”

“This doesn’t sound very kid friendly.”

“Oh, it’s not.”

#eternal sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #kid fic #fluff #teenwolffanfic

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saigonharrington · 4 years ago

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when worlds collide // Harry Potter fic

Harry Potter x teen wolf crossover

fem!harry, platonic (or is it🥴???) love between fem!harry and scott & stiles

summary: the trio was friends for years, since early childhood, but was it always perfect? Not only boys, but also Harriet was having a secret. What is going to happen now, when the truth has been told?

Harry is Harriet now btw ;)

word count: 2,4K

Words in italics are either narrator’s words or fragments from deathly hallows

requested by @aIaka2109

tagging some people who might be interested: @nerdyblogger06 @laheysdork @blessednereid

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The friendships that we create in our childhood are special. Even if they didn’t last long, they made us the way we are now. However, the ones that survived the hard times are something else. That impact is bigger, stronger, just different, but in a good way.

Being friends with Scott and Stiles for sure was magnificent. When Harriett joined that duo, making it a trio, they definitely weren’t the coolest people at school.

Some considered them quirky, nerdy, and awkward, but it didn’t really matter. They were having the best time, successfully ignoring the chatters.

Sadly, that friendship was challenging. After years of adventures, Harriett had been accepted to Hogwarts. The boys had no clue about the wizarding world, being forced to believe that she had just simply moved abroad.

It broke their hearts, but somehow they managed to spend at least half of the summer together. Harriet found it hard not to tell them everything because going to Hogwarts would be an amazing experience, but she had to follow the rules. Her parents said that it could have horrific consequences, and they just couldn’t risk everything.

Something had changed when Scott joined the supernatural world as well. He felt bad that only Stiles knew about it, but how could he tell Harriett?

He loved her, maybe a little more than a friend normally would, but he could not take the chance and lose Harriet. Imagining it was painful, and it being a reality could literally tear him apart.

But today?

Today was the big day for both sides. Stiles and Scott were only miles away from the Dursley’s house, revising the words from the speech that they prepared. They weren’t sure if they were ready to open up, but it was high time to do it. They cannot keep this secret for long.

The boys were just around the corner when Scott had stopped and tried to focus on his hearing abilities.

“I think something’s happening outside the Dursley’s house. Stay here, I’ll try to take a look and check what the conversation is about”

“No dude, I’ll go with you” Stiles replied eagerly, but Scott only shook his head and peeked, hiding behind the walls of the building.

“I see Dudley, and his parents...but Harriet isn’t there. It looks like they’re moving out. Oh, never mind.” Scott took another quick peek around the corner, “I noticed Harriet, but clearly she’s not going with them. There are two more people, looking rather weird.” He gave a description, leaving Stiles curious.

“But what are they talking about? Something might be wrong. I know they aren’t fond of Harriet’s existence, but would they leave her for no reason?” Stiles asked, as Scott tried to focus one more time.

“The man is named Dedalus, I also hear Dudley saying goodbye to Harriet.”

“So it’s true! They’re leaving her!” Stiles started to panic, pacing around in order to calm himself.

“They will see us if you won’t stay still. Let me continue doing my job.” Scott stated, his tone flat.

“And?” Stiles asked after a few minutes, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Okay, something is definitely wrong. These two people sound like they are not humans at all. They don’t understand how to drive a car.”

“Do you think they’re like you? But you can drive a car… maybe they’re like Malia? Hidden in the woods for years, not knowing what is going on in the world…”

“I mean we can’t reject that option. They might not be werewolves, but even I don’t know every creature from the bestiary. We have to ask Harriet.”

“But when? Are we going to wait until they all disappear? It might take a while.” Stiles started asking a lot of unnecessary questions, but Scott wasn’t listening to him.

“They’ve just left” Scott replied, getting ready to step out of their hiding spot.

“No! Wait a minute. If we go now, she might figure out that we were eavesdropping.” Stiles chimed in.

“Fine. But it shouldn’t matter, since, you know, we want to tell the truth. She will feel obligated to explain it to us as well.”

Harriet was now ready to close the door and sit in the almost empty house alone. She didn’t know if she should feel sad, that everything is changing so fast and is out of control, or happy, because she got rid of the Dursley’s and can taste the freedom that she waited for so long.

She heard the weird sound of someone creeping, immediately feeling in danger.

Harriet held her wand in her hand, just in case the use of Expelliarmus might be needed.

“What are you guys doing?! I was ready to punch you!” She yelled, hiding her wand quickly, hoping that they didn’t see it.

“Thanks for your kind welcome, Harriet.” Stiles replied sarcastically.

“We aren’t here to harm you, darling.” Scott added. “There’s just something that we want to talk about. Can we come in?”

Harriet nodded, and the three found themselves in the kitchen, where Scott had found himself a bottle of water.

“Could you explain why the Dursleys left?” Stiles asked directly, not being able to keep it in.

“Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. It’s a… long story” She tried to avoid this topic, but not today.

The boys were ready to tell everything, and she had to be even with them.

“They were talking about magic. There were two people that didn’t know how to use a car. I don’t think that they were kidding.” Stiles blurted out of nowhere, making Scott split the water of his mouth.

“What we mean is… we heard something while getting there. I know it sounds weird, but honestly, everything is not normal. Please say that you can explain it to us. It won’t frighten us. In fact, we have something not-so-typical to tell you as well.” He said after punching Stiles in the arm because he planned to handle it differently.

“I… don’t know how to start. Even if you won’t be frightened, please just promise me you won’t get mad. I had to keep this a secret.” She started the monologue, making all of them to sit on the floor, so no one could hit his head while fainting.

Telling everything from the start wasn’t the easiest. She had to explain all the weird, unsaid things from their childhood, moving on to the moment when she got to Hogwarts. The stories from the school were definitely her favorite ones because after all these years she was able to share her experience with her friends.

“Woah, after hours of explaining you guys look... not as surprised as I thought you would be. But this is it. What’s your story? Hope I didn’t make you speechless…” Harriet muttered.

“Actually, I think you will feel relieved when you hear our secret. We didn’t get mad at you, so please do the same.” Scott made eye contact with his friend, making sure that he’s okay with Scott taking the lead in explaining. “Stiles, you can add something if I miss it”.

There it was, a historical moment, where two sides of the friendship got to know the secrets of the other. To be honest, they were shocked, all three of them. But considering their problems from the past, they found it easy to understand why some things weren’t said earlier. All they had to do now was try to keep up and spend some time together because they hadn't talked in months.

Harriet connected the dots immediately. Scott was a werewolf, like Lupin. There was not a chance that they knew each other, but she still imagined the meeting of these two, wondering if they would be talking about her.

Unfortunately, Scott said that he doesn’t know Remus.

“ So what are we going to do now? Now that you know that Scott is a werewolf, and you know that Harriet’s a witch. Shall we watch a movie? Too much information today.” said Stiles, trying to find a TV. “Don’t tell me that these stupid Dursleys have taken the television too.”

“They did. They left me only my bed. But never mind, because this evening I’m gonna be somewhere else. Shit, I haven’t told you about this, have I?”

Boys confirmed that they didn’t hear a word about this, so Harriet tried to tell them as much as she could, but it was harder than she thought. Maybe because she did not know what the plan was, or because she was stressed about this.

For sure it could be dangerous, not only for her but for her other friends as well. And now that Scott and Stiles came here, she felt responsible for their safety too.

Telling them about Voldemort was the most exciting part. They never really thought about Harriet’s bravery, but hearing all the stories in detail made them proud of their friend.

Harriet proved that no one should mess with her, and honestly, it impressed Scott. He had a crush on her for quite a while, and now, knowing that she takes part in the supernatural world, he didn’t feel so guilty about it.

He hid his feelings so far because he was worried that she might hate him and reject his feelings. Not anymore. He had a lot of respect for her, for her persistence and valor.

Was it bad that he wanted to kiss her right now? He tried to focus on something else, but hearing her heartbeat as he moved closer to her was making him crazy. If he couldn’t kiss her, he would want to read her mind. So he decided to shoot his shot today.

“Guys, I don’t want to worry you, but Ron has just informed me that they’re coming here in a few minutes. Please hide in this closet.” Harriet’s tone carried a hint of worry, “I don’t want more problems. We’ll talk soon, okay? And try not to leave immediately after us. You-know-who’s sympathizers might be everywhere and I don’t want you get hurt. Understood?” She asked, watching as Stiles was trying to get comfortable in the not-so-big closet.

“Harriet, can I say something?” Scott started, taking her hand and receiving approval. “I...I feel something towards you. I know it’s not the best time, but please remember that I admire you and I want to be more than friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but please, take care of yourself. We will be alright, and hopefully, so will you…” Harriet interrupted his monologue, giving him a kiss, to make him shut his mouth.

“We’ll get back to this conversation soon, I promise. Now, please hide. They’re coming.”

Harriet tried to look casual, as if she was doing something normal and waiting for the visitors, but instead, she looked overwhelmed and disorganized. It took a while until she calmed herself down, and understood everything from Moody’s plan.

“Any questions?” Moody asked after the explanation.

“Er — yes,” said Harriet. “Maybe they won’t know which of the twelve secure houses I’m heading for at first, but won’t it be sort of obvious once—” Harriet performed a quick headcount, “fourteen of us fly off toward Tonks’s parents’?”

“Ah,” said Moody, “I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won’t be flying to Tonks’s parents’. There will be seven Harriet Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house.”

From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud.

There was no need for him to say another word; Harriet understood the rest of the plan immediately.

“No!” she said loudly, her voice ringing through the kitchen. “No way!”

“I told him you wouldn’t take it well,” said Hermione with a hint of complacency.

“If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives —!”

“— because it’s the first time for all of us,” said Ron.

“This is different, pretending to be me —”

“Well, none of us really fancy it, mate,” said George earnestly. “Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.”

Harriet did not smile at George’s playful joke.

“You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.”

“Well, that’s that plan scuppered,” said George.

“Obviously there’s no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”

“Yeah, thirteen of us against one girl who’s not allowed to use magic; we’ve got no chance,” Fred chortled.

“Funny,” said Harriet, “really amusing.”

“If it has to come to force, then it will,” growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry.

“Everyone here’s of age, Potter, and they’re all prepared to take the risk.”

Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him out of the side of Moody’s head.

“Let’s have no more arguments. Time’s wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, now.” Moody ordered.

“But this is mad, there’s no need —”

Scott and Stiles were patiently waiting behind the door, trying to hear everything correctly. When they heard that there were going to be six more Harriets, they found it hard to sit still.

Stiles, being the curious one, had peeked through the small hole, because he couldn’t believe what was happening.

And he saw exactly what the people were talking about. Seven Harriets and some other adults, who were probably going to guard each one of the Potters. That was insane, and the fact that they couldn’t come closer made him and Scott a little angry.

As everyone was leaving, one of the Potters secretively winked at them, trying not to look weird by winking to a presumably empty closet.

Fortunately, only the boys saw it, others in the room weren’t paying attention, as they were trying to get ready for the adventure. That simple gesture had shown the boys that Harriet remembered them, and that she is hoping to talk to them soon.

But was there a chance for that to happen?

Scott wanted to believe that they were going to chat as soon as possible, but knowing that both of them had lots of supernatural issues around, it wasn’t going to be easy.

I’m sorry to inform you that this is the last fic to be published by me for now, I’m taking a break to study, I still might be active here from time to time, but I’ll come back to writing in June

I hope that you people, the 173 of you will still be there, love you guys

#harry potter #teen wolf #fem!harry potter #ron weasley #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #fem!Harry Potter fic #stiles stilinski fic #Scott McCall fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fluff #harry potter angst

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swearwolf-writes · 4 years ago

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Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

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stilesxeveryone · 3 years ago

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The Rewatch, pt3

Again, I’m very open to have any discussions about anything I’ve said here! Please feel free to message me or comment anything!

Spoilers throughout for the end of season 2

Season 2, episode 1

Love starting off a new season with Jackson in a ditch, Scallison making out, and Chris shoving a gun in Scott’s face

I will always and forever ignore the whole “Stiles major crushing on Lydia” thing tbh, like I just do not enjoy their relationship being romantic at all

Scott with his head out the car window like a dog, oh my god

Isaac! My beloved! I didn’t realise he was first episode!

God I hate Harris, I wish I wrote him more often tbh. I think he’d be an interesting character to write and add importance to, maybe as an enemy at some point

Chris Argent in a black suit? Sign me up

I really need to make a season 1 rewrite where Stiles and Lydia are best friends honestly. Like one where maybe some people find Stiles annoying but he isn’t an ass like Jackson, and Lydia likes him so he’s popular. In this case he wouldn’t be friends with Scott so there’d probably be a lot of canon divergence in the beginning

Oh buddy you know I hate Gerard

Season 2, episode 2

This whole scene between Isaac and his abusive dad is so tense and uncomfortable and horrifying, good job

I really don’t understand the timeline of this season honestly, I thought Matt and the kanima bonded later on? Like when Jackson gets him to come over with his camera? But Isaac’s dad’s death suggests they’ve already bonded? Idk man idk

I can’t believe Chris and Victoria Argent straight up torture the school’s principal to get him to quit his job, like please, that’s so unnecessary, just pay him off, or pay someone higher up off or whatever

The entire lacrosse team now think Stiles is into chaining people up during sex now, don’t they

Scott can smell a werewolf in the gym locker room but has to get two centimetres from their faces to tell if they’re a werewolf? Kinda weird bro

Derek asking for help? Man, I’m proud of him

Derek and Stiles little bit flirty vibes, good for them (also Derek’s smile is so cute)

The kanima is kinda ugly but like at least it looks better than the beta shifts

Season 2, episode 3

Idk if I’ve ever mentioned this but I’ve been planning a fic for ages where Matt (or technically anyone) is into Stiles and stalking him, and when the person bonds with the kanima they use it to go after everyone close to Stiles. Don’t know if I’ll ever actually write it

Oh hey, just the Argents traumatising Allison

I wish my school had a rock climbing wall

Jackson is a really bad liar

Also yes I love Erica and Boyd and I need to write them more, I think I say this about every character, apparently I just need to write more in general

I just remembered the first time I ever watched teen wolf I didn’t understand why Sterek was so popular, because literally all I could see was Scerek, that’s so fucking funny

Season 2, episode 4

This is the episode that inspired the fic I was just talking about! Stiles at the mechanics, getting his car fixed, and the mechanic gets killed. The plan was like the mechanic harassing or flirting with Stiles, and Matt (or whoever) is waiting at the mechanic and sees it happen, and later that night gets the kanima to do it’s thing. Again, don’t know if I’ll ever actually write this so feel free to do it if it sparks inspiration

Also oh my god that murder is kinda fucked up, just not being able to do anything as a car slowly lowers onto you

God, Gerard grosses me out so much

I completely forgot how creepy young Peter is. I see his face, his fucking stare, and I just feel uncomfortable

Yessssss, more Stiles and Lydia comforting each other and being supportive and being friends!

The pool scene! I forgot all about the pool scene! Where Stiles treads on water for ages while holding a paralysed Derek up. Just a fun scene tbh

Also another inspiration for the kanima fic because it kinda feels like the kanima is following Stiles around a bit

Season 2, episode 5

I miss the Stiles/Danny/Jackson fanfic I wrote that got lost when my laptop broke, it was almost finished and the suddenly gone, I was so upset

I literally hate that Derek tips the paralytic venom down Jackson’s throat, like okay, what if it affected his lungs and he stopped breathing??

I haven’t written any Stiles/Isaac have I? I should do that

This whole scene of Lydia giving the key back to Jackson and saying “I should hate you” is so good, v well done

Also I think Erica has been called a bitch three times now and I don’t appreciate that

I kind of wish they told Lydia what was going on sooner, I mean everyone around her having secrets and knowing what happened to her has gotta be rough to go through, and probably feels isolating and scary

Season 2, episode 6

Bless those drag queens that immediately attach themselves to Stiles

Lydia with her puppy is so adorable

Listen I know I’ve already written a “Stiles turns into a cat” fic, but that one was Steter, and I kinda want to write one where Lydia takes care of transformed Stiles

Also I appreciate that the jacket that young Peter is currently wearing ends up being adult Peter’s jacket in a later season

Oh god I still cannot believe the best plan that Stiles and Scott could come up with was kidnap Jackson and steal a prison transport van, how fucking stupid can you be

Gerard (Michael Hogan) does a very good job of being creepy and making me incredibly uncomfortable any time I see him

“So long as you stay strong, we won’t have to kill a 16 year old boy” wow okay, thanks mum for blaming your daughter for you wanting to murder a kid

How many times has Scott been too busy with Allison to notice something bad happening, or almost being too late to stop something because of it? Too many times

#the rewatch #alex rewatches teen wolf #teen wolf

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kitkatwinchester · 2 years ago

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WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK!! (PART II)

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

WHAT DOES THE NUMBER FIVE MEAN?!

Also GODD*MMIT WE WERE SO CLOSE!!

ALLISAAC ALMOST KISSED!!

AND SCIRA WAS BEING ALL FLIRTY AND SCOTT WAS BEING ALL SWEET TO HER!!

AND STILES WAS TOTALLY VIBING AND ACTUALLY HAVING A GOOD TIME!!!

AND IT WAS ALL RUINED!!

WHY CAN'T OUR TEENS JUST BE HAPPY FOR ONCE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

That said, I am glad that the interruptions did happen, 'cause otherwise, we never would've been able to save people and figure things out.

However, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT LYDIA?!

Our werewolves can heal.

LYDIA CANNOT!

HOW DO WE MAKE LYDIA BETTER?!

Also I honestly do feel really bad for Aiden, because while Stydia is definitely the superior ship, he really does love her and care about her, even if he doesn't totally want to admit it to himself. I mean, the panic in his voice at seeing her in pain, and the way he carried her and held her...he really does love her. It's really touching, but also sad, because I know they're never gonna work out, and I also don't want them to because I want her with Stiles lol.

Also I 100% thought Scott was about to tell Kira that he was a werewolf right then and there, because I thought he was gonna make some comment about knowing what she was going through, but the calling her a fox and saying it's protecting her worked just as beautifully.

That said, he may wind up telling her now, since he can hear Derek from wherever the f*ck he is ON THE FRIGGIN' ROOFTOP.

Also also, I wish I could keep up with Stiles' brain, because he clearly figured something out, and, like, the only thing I can think of is when they were in the chemical room looking for Barrow, and maybe that's what he's thinking of? But how does that tell him how he ended up with the key, and how does that tell him who put it there, and Stiles I love how smart and clever and good at this you are but SHARE WITH THE REST OF THE CLASS PLEASE BECAUSE I CAN'T HANDLE THE SUSPENSE! XD

Anyways.

This is fine.

I'm fine.

Everything's FINE.

I was supposed to stop somewhere in this and take a shower (I usually watch something while I comb through my hair anyways) and then I just kept going and now I have five minutes left so no point in stopping now. XD

This freaking show, man...

(I didn't have a specific gif for this post so going back to the basics with my Stiles gifs lol. Like I said, genius, and I wish I could keep up with his brain. XD)

Update: Oh so Scott's just gonna wind up SHOWING Kira that he's a werewolf due to the nature of his life and all of the sh*t that gets thrown at him. ...yeah I probably should've seen that coming. XD

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fandomrewrites · 4 years ago

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Season 2; Episode 11: Battlefield

Hello all! I’m almost done with season 2! I’m super excited for you guys to read the last few chapters. As I was looking over this chapter I realized there are some time differences from the show but I need it like this so it makes sense for (Y/N). In the future I may go back in change it but if I do it will probably only be changed on my Wattpad. I hope you all enjoy and as always constructive criticism is appreciated!

Season 2; Episode 11: Battlefield

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: mild violence

Word Count: 3,061

Season 2 Masterlist

Waking up the next morning was something I didn’t quite understand. I was confused. I thought I had died and I didn’t know what really happened since I passed out or bleeding to death for most of the night.

When my eyes fluttered open because sunlight was streaming through the crack in my curtains, my first instinct was to look around and figure out where I was. Once I realized I was in the safety of my bedroom and not in a hospital bed like a normal person who was shot would be, something in my mind clicked.

I immediately shoved the blankets off of me, realizing that I was in my pajamas and not the same clothes as yesterday. Though I decided to ignore that and instead pushed my shirt up to see the gunshot wound, only to see that there was nothing there. I turned to my night stand to look at my clock which read 10:00am, I guess I’m not going to school today.

I subconsciously ran my tongue over my teeth as I stood up to go take a shower and prepare for the day. Once I finished I made my way downstairs and grabbed some food. On the counter was a note: (Y/N), please get some rest. Stiles said that Matt hit your head hard XOXO Mom

I crumple up the note and throw it away once I finish eating. I then grab my house keys and my phone, locking the front door.

About ten minutes later and I make it to the abandoned train station that I know Derek and his pack are hiding in. “Derek!”

He comes out of the shadows, his blue eyes looking me over. “You look better than last night.”

I cross my arms, teeth clenched, “You bit me.” All Derek does is nod. “I told you to let me die. I didn’t want this.”

Derek briefly looks down before meeting my eyes once more, “You need to speak with Stiles. He’s the one who convinced me to give you the bite.”

“And I will. But just because he told you to bite me doesn’t mean you had to listen. Why couldn’t you respect my wishes?”

“Honestly? I almost did respect your wishes. But after hearing what Stiles said I knew I couldn’t let you die. Hell I didn’t want to let you die even before Stiles asked me to bite you. I knew that if I couldn’t possibly save your life I needed to give it a shot.”

“It wasn’t your call.”

“No, but I still think I made the right decision. You’ll thank me later.”

I scoffed, my anger rising and eyes flashing white. My hands squeeze into fists, “Yeah right. Maybe next time actually listen, you’re supposed to be good at that, being a werewolf and all.”

When my eyes flashed Derek’s mouth dropped open but I didn’t let him say anything as I turned to walk away. “(Y/N).” Derek grabbed my wrist.

I yanked my hand back, “Leave me the hell alone.”

“Wait! Your eyes...” He trailed off.

I narrow my eyes in question, “What about them?”

“They flashed white.”

I pause thinking, “What does that mean? I thought Beta’s have yellow eyes?”

Derek shakes his head, “I don’t know. Just try to control your anger. I don’t need you turning randomly.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

Instead of making my way to my house I made my way to the Stilinski residence and climbed in through Stiles’ window to wait for him.

I lazily lay across his bed waiting to hear his arrival. At the sound of his footsteps I move to a seat position, waiting for the door to swing open. “Holy crap, (Y/N/N). What are you doing here?” He gasps when his gaze falls on me.

“We need to talk.”

Placing his bag down he stops to really look at me. My face has a look of betrayal mixed with anger, though he tries to pretend he doesn’t know why I’m here, “Yeah. What’s up?” Stiles sits down next to me.

I start to shake my head, “Why did you tell Derek to bite me even after I said I didn’t want it?”

Stiles takes a breath, “I couldn’t let you die. I knew it would break your mom and Scott. And maybe I was being slightly selfish cause I didn’t want to live in a world without you. I mean you’re basically everyone’s rock, “(Y/N).”

“I didn’t want this though.” I whisper, tears glistening my eyes.

Stiles looks at me concerned and hesitantly grabs my hand, “I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“I was. But now I’m just sad.” I took a breath and wiped a tear that slipped down my face, “I don’t know what to do. Does Scott even know that I was bit? And what happened with Matt?”

“I told Scott at school that Derek had to bite you to save your life. Matt died, drowned. And your mom knows about Scott, I don’t think she knows about you though.”

“How?” I choke out, referring to the fact that my mom is now aware that her son is a werewolf.

“She saw him change at the station last night.” I nod, slightly dazed from all of the new information.

“I went to talk to Derek. He said my eyes were white. And he didn’t know what that meant.”

“They weren’t yellow like Scott’s?” I shake my head, “So are you a werewolf or something else?”

“I don’t know. I healed fast, there’s not even a scar from the bite or the gunshot wound. Actually I don’t even know where Derek bit me.” Stiles points to my arm, where there is no mark present to show that I was bit by an Alpha werewolf.

I paused turning my arm to look at where I assumed the bite mark once was. Finally, I looked back up at the brunette boy beside me, “I was thinking about asking Deaton.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll bring you.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

Walking through the front door of the vet clinic, I hear the chime go off at the same time I hear Isaac’s laugh. Not even a minute later, Isaac, Scott, and Deaton come out of the back room.

“Stiles, (Y/N). Come on back.” Dr. Deaton says, with a smile on his face.

My eyes immediately land on the dog on the exam table, my nose wrinkling at the smell, “He’s dying.” I bluntly state.

Scott’s eyebrows knit together, “How did you figure that out so fast?”

I pause, blinking, “I-I don’t know. I just sensed it or something.” My attention quickly turns to the vet, “That’s actually kid of what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Deaton nods, “Something concerning you about the bite.” Though he’s asking, he says it more like a statement.

“Yeah.” I take a breath, “I went to talk to Derek. He said my eyes flashed white not yellow like a normal Beta.” I carefully watch the vet’s face to see if I can notice any change, “Am I werewolf or something else?”

“You’re all healed?” Deaton questions.

I nod, “Even when I woke up at 10 this morning, I didn’t have any marks on me. From either the bite or the gunshot wound.”

He narrows his eyes, gazing at me with curiosity, “I don’t know for sure, because these are quite rare, but once you turn on a full moon you will know for sure. It’s possible that you’re a Zeta werewolf.”

“A Zeta werewolf?” Scott asks, just as confused as I am.

“Yes, they’re a rare type of Beta. Their eyes are usually the same color as their pelt.”

“Pelt? You mean that she can turn into an actual wolf?” Stiles questions the vet.

Deaton nods, “This can be controlled and you wouldn’t necessarily turn into a full wolf every time but until you learn control, every full moon you will probably turn into a wolf.”

“Cool.” Stiles breaks out into a smile as he looks between me and the vet.

“Is there anything else different about a Zeta?” I ask, curious to learn more about the type of werewolf that I may be.

“They are usually the Alpha’s left hand. They’re considered the most intelligent among the pack. Your strength won’t be as enhanced compared to a Beta or Alpha but your speed will be just as good as the Alpha. Even in human form you can possibly move like a blur. Your agility will also be just as good as an Alpha, even sometimes surpassing an Alpha’s agility.”

“Well that explains how easily I climbed up to your window.” I look at Stiles.

“Zeta’s also have superhuman intelligence. Which is probably why you quickly realized that the dog was dying. And despite the bite being from an Alpha, it healed so quickly because the healing process in Zeta’s matches that of the Alpha. Zeta’s are especially special in the fact that they have a partial immunity to wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane won’t kill me?”

The vet shakes his head, “It will make you slightly weaker and you will need to rest but it will not kill you. Of course, like any other werewolf you will have heightened senses. But Zeta’s have another sense known as the danger sense.”

“That sounds important.” Isaac mumbles.

Deaton nods in agreement, “That’s because it is. A Zeta Werewolf is able to detect dangers to themselves or the pack before anyone else. It’s one of the many reasons why Zeta’s are the left hand of the Alpha.”

“This seems like a lot of responsibility.” I sigh.

Deaton gently smiles, “There is one more thing. When shifted into their wolf form Zeta’s have a strong mental link, even stronger than the Alpha werewolf, which connects to both born and bitten werewolves.”

“Mental link? Like be able to communicate?” Scott asks.

“Not exactly communicate. But be able to sense how the others in the pack are feeling. If you practice enough you may be able to do this in your human state too.”

I nod, “So pretty much I’m a badass werewolf with a lot of responsibilities? Cool.”

“Look at it this way. A Zeta werewolf is so rare because most people cannot handle the position. If your body reacted to the bite this way, it’s because it knew that you were the right fit.” Deaton reassures me.

“Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are.” Stiles states looking at me.

*_*_*_*_*_*

The next night was the championship lacrosse game. Scott originally wasn’t planning on going but after Isaac told him that Jackson would be there, he knew he had to go.

Scott also caught me up with what was going on. Mom doesn’t know that I was bit and for right now we wanted to keep it that way considering we were pretty sure the Argent’s didn’t know either.

Speaking about the Argent’s, Gerard now had control of the Kanima, which makes Jackson even more dangerous than before. After finding this out I instantly had a sense that something bad was going to happen. I guess that was a warning from my danger sense that Deaton told me about.

I also found out (From Stiles not Scott) that Matt was in fact a creep and stalker. He had a lot of pictures of me saved on his camera and computer. Though it wasn’t just pictures, there were edits of us together. It was like he created a whole relationship between us. This obsession apparently started even when I was still dating Nate.

I didn’t feel sorry that Matt was dead. The only reason I was slightly concerned about his death was because without him alive, Gerard had control of Jackson which was slightly more terrifying than Matt stalking me.

To put it simply, I had a lot running through my mind throughout the day. I was growing more and more weary about the sense of doom that was hanging over my head and I was upset that I didn’t have a plan to stop whatever was about to happen.

The only thing I knew I could do was warn Scott and Derek that something was going to happen. And it was going to happen tonight at the game.

So I sat on the bleachers next to Sheriff Stinlinski and my mom waiting for the game to begin. Of course, I kept my main focus on Jackson and Gerard, knowing that the elder hunter had some sort of game plan set in motion.

My attention drifts from Jackson as the Sheriff asks, “Why’s my son running onto the field?”

I knit my eyebrows together and quickly scan the field finding number 24. “Because he’s on the team?” My mom says, though it sounds more like a question.

“He is. He’s on the team. He’s on the field.” Sheriff Stilinski gets more excited as he exclaims, “My son’s on the field!”

The whole crowd is giving the sheriff weird looks but I can’t help but to smile, also excited for Stiles.

Just before the game begins, Lydia takes a seat beside me. She smiles as she sits down and reaches to give me a brief hug. My eyes dance around the field looking out for any sign of danger.

Being so focused on the people below me, I flinch slightly at the sound of the whistle, still not used to having heightened senses.

Soon after the game starts Stiles glances in shock as the ball lands in the pockets of his lacrosse stick. I hear him whisper, “Oh God.” Before he even gets the chance to turn around an opposing player rams into him.

I cringe as my mom says, “He’s probably just getting warmed up.”

As the whistle blows, Stiles races forward slapping helplessly as players start to surround him. Another vicious hit has the crowd flinching. “He’s just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around.” Lydia states.

“Yeah of course. It’s his first game. He’ll be fine.” I nod agreeing. Though part of me is doubtful.

At the next whistle we watch as Stiles tries to catch a pass but the ball bounces off his helmet instead. My mom, Lydia, and I all exchange looks, unsure of what to say. We then glance at the Sheriff but rather than watching the field or looking at us, he has his head buried in his hands..

A motion on the team bleachers catches my eye. I notice Isaac, in his lacrosse uniform, sitting beside Scott. I quickly start listening in on their conversation. “You came to help.” Scott says.

“I came to win.” Isaac replies. Both boys turn their heads to Gerard, who does not look happy with the surprise player. “You got a plan yet?” Isaac asks Scott.

“Right now it’s pretty much just keep Jackson from killing someone.”

“That might be easier if you’re in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you.”

“How do we do that? He’s got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field.”

I slightly shake my head as I watch both teenagers turn their attention to their teammates. This is not going to be good. “Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?” Scott asks.

“I can try.”

The next time the ref blows the whistle Isaac races past to take his position on the field. The ball drops and in the crash of players rushing to get the ball, Isaac knocks shoulders with a teammate sending him crashing to the ground. “Ramirez! You’re in.” Coach calls.

The injured teammate is helped past Scott as Cody Ramirez races to the field. Another whistle and another brutal crash of a Beacon Hills teammate. “Murphy. You’re in.” Coach then turns his attention to Isaac, “Lahey, what the hell’s your problem?”

Isaac glances at Coach and acting innocent, holds his hands up in apology. I bite my lip to hide the smile that is threatening to slip onto my face.

Bodies crash into each other on the field. There are several downed players, Isaac being one of them. I quickly stand up in concern, trying to get a better look. I hear Isaac whisper to Scott, “It’s not broken. But I can’t move it. I think Jackson nicked me. I can feel it spreading.”

I can then hear Gerard speak to Scott, “You want to play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns.”

I see Isaac be pulled onto a stretcher as I hear Coach call, “McCall! Either you’re in or we forfeit.”

“I’ll be right back.” I mumble to my mom and Lydia. As soon as I make it away from the bleachers I whisper to Scott, “I’ll check on Isaac. Focus on Jackson and the game.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I rush inside to where Isaac has been taken on a stretcher. Straining my ears to pinpoint his exact location, I hear the stretcher clatter to the ground. Then I hear Gerard’s voice, “It was a good effort, Isaac. It was. This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime.”

Finally understanding what Deaton meant by moving like a blur even in human form, I sped into the boys locker room seeing Gerard and two other hunters surrounding a half paralyzed Isaac.

Eyes glowing white, I quickly shove the first hunter flying into the wall of the showers, effectively knocking him out. I send the next one slamming down on the benches, splitting the wood in half. I glance around seeing Isaac but not Gerard, “Where is he?” I ask the hunter still in my grip.

When he doesn’t answer I punch him hard across the face, knocking him out too and rush to Isaac’s side. “How did you control it?”

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I think I was focusing on protecting you.” I pause looking down, “I remember Scott saying he didn’t lose control when he was focused on protecting Allison. Maybe protection has something to do with remaining in control.”

Before either of us can say anything else, an ear piercing scream is heard from the field outside.

#teen wolf imagine #series rewrite #lydia martin imagine #isaac lahey imagine

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asterekmess · 4 years ago

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S3A-E6

Oh boy, here we go, Motel California is just full of absolute bullshit. *sigh* let’s get started then.

Read More’s are good for the environment (or so i’ve heard)

Before we start, I wanna let you guys know that I’m just not gonna comment on the Jennifer/Derek scenes. I just. I really honestly cannot do it. I don’t care. No. Also as this is well, this episode, please be advised that there will be extensive suicide mentions.

Thoughts:

I know this is random as hell, but that truck looks like mine. Oh, and look at the date, it’s only like nine years older than mine. nice.

why does it look like he’s nursing an arrow wound on his leg? Is it just me? That doesn’t look like a claw mark.

Can...can I just point out (god, i already need the tag) that....that they’re drawing a DIRECT parallel between this ARGENT HUNTER and Scott with the whole “lifting up the shirt to reveal the bite on their side’ thing? Like, it’s a perfect replica of when scott does it in the first episode. And they don’t do that with the others. Jackson’s bite was just Visible when he got out of the water and we never see Isaac, and Erica’s bites. Boyd’s was a whole sitting down thing on the Zamboni with his hoodie. They didn’t even do the same thing with Victoria ARGENT’s bite. OH and he’s wearing the heirloom necklace from season 1.

Wait, hold up. So, he just got bitten that night, but he’s already gonna shift? What? The bite works that fast?

....he’s from MA? Why tf is he in california? Also, he’s 27 apparently, oof.

Finstock...honey...you ran out of keys when you have like 6 students behind you still.

why is Finstock paying for Allison and Lydia’s room as well? He’s just that nice, or did he honestly forget they aren’t on the track team?

Maybe it’s just the Sterek shipper in me talking, but someone wanna explain why the fuck Stiles would put Derek on the suspect list for HUMAN SACRIFICES? Let alone TWICE? He literally just helped Derek get his pack back and has been working with them the whole time? Why???Would??He???Suspect???DEREK??? OR his sister???

I totally forgot that Scott promised Stiles he would watch Star Wars after they got back to Beacon Hills. SCOTT YOU ASSHOLE COME ON.

yeouch. You’re putting a huge damper on my Stydia brotp here Stiles. jeez.

*Movie trailer voice* He’s a hunter whose family has been torn apart by a human/werewolf war, who refuses to give up the fight against a species his clan has persecuted for centuries. He does weird detective work that makes no sense and looks like a Dark Souls ghost repeat of someone’s death. He insists on ‘staying out of things’ but then follows people around getting mad when things go wrong. Coming this summer, Chris Argent must actually learn.....to get off his ass and help.

WHY DO THEY ALL DO THE CLAW THING??? Yes, they are obviously claw marks. Why the fuck do you need to put your fingers on it?

Honestly, it makes me so sad because STiles is trying okay? Like, Boyd was pissed that Stiles acted like his friend when they never hung out, and STiles is trying to do the chill smalltalk thing, trying to point out things they have in common. He’s trying to MAKE FRIENDS and Boyd is just....uh...possessed? And still getting candy?? Huh?

Honestly, I’d do the same thing Stiles. Get that candy.

Allison, why’d you get in the shower if Lydia wasn’t back with the towels yet? How’re you planning on getting to them? You expect Lydia to come into the bathroom while you’re showering to put one there? #allydia confirmed.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? I ALWAYS FORGET THIS HAPPENED. WHAT THE FUCK?

Okay, okay, look at that adaptation we got going on here. Remember, okay, the last time Allison was harassed sexually (which, holy shit I can’t believe this has happened twice) it was by Jackson, who was possessed by Matt. So when Scott gets super fucking creepy, instead of freaking out, her FIRST instinct is to check if he’s still himself, if he’s okay. She jumps to ‘possessed’ and tries to take care of him WHILE SHE”S NAKED IN THE SHOWER AND BEING CREEPED ON. Which, while absolutely horrendously terrifying, is also an interesting character growth. We get to see how Allison responds to the same situation, but a season later.

Really not a fan of the weird-ass focus they put on this woman’s stoma ( think that’s the word) like...are you seriously trying to make that a part of the ‘horror’ aspect of this episode? For real? what is wrong with you?

So I did the research, and actually, hotels aren’t required to tell anyone about deaths in their rooms. But they also renovate the entire room basically to clean that kind of thing up. Replacing walls and anything that can absorb liquid and even electronics. Oh, the things I google for this research. *sigh*

So, she says “since opening.” So...why does it even matter that an Argent was here? ALSO...why does the wolfsbane whistle matter? Clearly the whistle wasn’t the cause of the last howevermany (apparently 40) years of deaths, so why would it be the cause of these ones?? They gave like fifty different answers to the question of why the wolves (and only the wolves) tried to kill themselves and none of them make sense?

Hey, so...what the fuck even is this possession thing going on? What is it actually doing to these wolves? Why are they getting affected at different times? or did they all get affected at the same time, and the scene with Ethan and Danny is supposed to have been happening at the same time as the bit with Scott and Stiles? Is it supposed to like, make them more impulsive, or just drive them to do what they want to do? Boyd wants some candy, and he will get some candy. Isaac wants to watch tv so he just sits there and clicks through static endlessly. Scott wants to......fuck Allison?

Honestly? Good dad moment here. Chris. Good Dad Moment. I just, feel so bad for Allison. That when it comes down to it, she will always end up lying to her family to save Scott’s ass. Either when they’re dating and her dad wants to kill him for it, or when Scott shows up in her bathroom and grabs her and she can’t possibly tell her dad about it without Scott getting shot.

WHY do they treat that moment like it’s a big shocker that Allison was there? She TOLD her dad she would be going to help them. This shouldn’t be a surprise to him???

....wait how was allison on the phone with her dad, fully dressed and outside, but now she’s in her bra and drying her hair in the bathroom? TIMELINES. TW doesn’t HAVE them.

OKay, so Lydia says it’s only been 40 years, which would mean that the motel was only 6 years old when Alexander Argent died in it. Plus...Lydia literally says that approx. 4 deaths a year is a reasonable number? So...either this place has a lot of suicides, or it doesn’t. WHich one? Also, just because you have the warning at the beginning of the episode doesn’t mean you need to go into such callous detail about the different kinds of suicides that took place. God, that’s so tasteless.

As horrific as this moment is, I feel like I should point out that the behavior/conversation that Lydia hears...it’s nothing like what happened with the wolves. They’re talking about it, clearly nervous. But the wolves are stoic and silent. What? WHAT IS THIS PLOTLINE? IS THE MOTEL causing these suicides somehow, or are the werewolves poisoned by wolfsbane?? THESE ARE TWO DIFFERENT PLOTS. WHICH ONE IS IT?

god, I just..I can’t not point out the contrast here! Lydia is saying she heard two people die in a room across the hall, and after leading Allison there they find an empty room going through renovation. All she has to say is “they were here” and Allison believes her. No hesitation. Stiles’ childhood best friend literally shows up dead and Scott refused to believe a word he said about human sacrifice until Deaton confirmed it. Yet Lydia and Allison have known each other less than a year, and Scott and Stiles are supposed to have been friends for ages.

I just...I hate fisheye lenses. they don’t give me any horror vibes at all, they just look stupid. Personal preference.

Boyd, honey, those things are supposed to have bags in them so they can be reused.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS SCENE? WHAT THE FUCK? WHY WOULD THEY EVER BRING THIS UP JUST TO KILL BOYD OFF LATER? WHY?

Lydia is actually very correct, remember what I said about the renovating?

God, this episode has so much...just horrible shit. I’m gonna fucking ignore it for my own sanity and just focus on how wolfy it is that Isaac wouldn’t want to sleep under the covers at a hotel because it would probably smell. Plus, bare feets. Also, why’d he go to bed so early? Did Boyd go get the ice for him, since he’s sweating so much?

I love that they are roommates.

Okay, I don’t understand. Three more suicides are about to happen. Boyd, Ethan, and I guesss...Scott? So what the fuck was up with Isaac? I just...they’re supposed to like. give into their their worst thoughts or something? Boyd’s guilt about his sister. Ethan’s....something. Scott’s...uh...self-hatred? Or, I think it’s more his lack of self-confidence? He doesn’t hate himself, he just doesn’t think he can keep going. And Isaac’s ingrained guilt of doing the wrong thing? His fear of being useless...I guess? So is it supposed to make them suicidal and Isaac’s a weird case, or does it only do that sometimes, and the rest of the time it just leaves you paralyzed with fear? This makes literally no sense.

Where has Stiles been this entire time?

Uh...that’s not how Alphas work? Just because Derek died, it wouldn’t make Scott an Alpha. Scott didn’t kill him. Even if Derek Was dead, it would’ve been from impact or from the wounds Ennis gave him. In no universe would Scott become an alpha. If it was the impact, Cora would become Alpha, as the next blood relation. If it was Ennis, the Hale Alpha spark would be gone/soaked up by Ennis.

Okay...so, Stiles was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, and he didn’t hear Scott talking to the phone?

*snort* Stiles has a Nokia phone. How much do you wanna bet his dad bought that for him after the Pool Scene because he was trying to make sure Stiles didn’t break another phone?

Did...did Stiles just leave the room with the toothbrush in his mouth?

Okay, I get that this is a teen drama...but why does it have to be so obsessed with 16 and 17 year olds having sex? Seriously? It’s not the common occurrence people think it is? Now, if these were college age people...or, hell, even then it wouldn’t be this fucking common. Seriously. I don’t want eye-candy from someone who’s supposed to be 17 at MOST. Teenagers watching this might like the eye candy, but when I watched this at 17 I STILL was sick of the sexy scenes. Knock it off.

Also. Ethan IS STILL A FUCKING MURDERER.

.....uh....Ethan...do you not understand human anatomy? Giving Danny the bite wouldn’t remove the metal bars in his chest. It might heal the cartilage or whatever, but it wouldn’t REmove the BARS. Oh see that’s just creepy. Wait. OKay, are you telling me that Ethan’s thing that he wants, with this possession thing, is to bite Danny? AND HOW DOES DANNY NOT RESPOND TO THAT? HE’s supposed to know about werewolves, which means he HAS to be getting what Ethan’s going for. WTF?

...what the FUCk kind of voldemort “love and monsters” kinda bullshit was that? What does that have to do with Ethan’s deepest fear/insecurity?

I am...so confused. FIrst off, I love having Allison, Lydia, and Stiles all chillin’ trying to figure things out. THat’s amazing. But how do they know something’s up with Isaac? Also, it contradicts what I was theorizing before when Allison says the last time she saw Scott like that it was a full moon. Now I’m even more creeped out? WHy would they have her fully believe that it’s Scott, and just...let him be a fucking creep? Why would they openly admit that he’s been that terrifying with her before and then just...be chill about it? Also, when did she actually see Scott act like that? When he did it on his second moon Allison never saw him bc Derek tackled him into the woods. When did Scott go all creeper on her? Is this a REgular OCCUrREncE?

I know it was wasn’t intentional, but it’s such an adhd mood for Stiles to see the paper sticking out of the bible and just snatch at it. most people would call that ‘attention to detail’ but like...I just see it as ‘wtf is this, gotta know gotta know” mooood.

Why does Stiles go running to the next room like it’s an emergency, and what is the relevance of these articles in the bibles? LIke, yeah, you knew there were a ton of suicides. How does this help?? God, it’s like they were trying to make it a mini-horror film, but they just suck at understanding what the right order is to put things. FInding those articles should’ve been something that happened at the beginningin order to create a sense of unease, not in the middle of figuring things out!

how exactly did Stiles get the damn door open if it was locked? For that matter, how did Ethan know the handsaw was there? Was he on his way to talk to Lydia and Allison, or was he heading for Scott and Stiles’ room to get help? WHat’s going on???

Thank you Allison for not just Standing There. And Lydia for having a BRAIN. <3

HOW DID STILES HOLD BACK ETHAN? Ethan IS AN ALPHA? HOW?

OKay. I know I said I wouldn’t comment on these scenes with Jennifer, but this is just a general observation. DEREK. YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE. YOU ARE PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF CALLING PEOPLE FROM THE BED.

What...what does that mean Ethan? “You probably shouldn’t have.” WHat?

I know it’s supposed to be for the Allison/Scott angle, but I just love Lydia and Stiles heading to save the pack. *sigh*

I gotta say, I actually really respect Stiles for straight up telling Lydia about the parallels he’s seeing. Rather than hide it from her, he’s trying to get to the root of the problem, point blank and he’s being honest with her about his worries that she might be involved without even knowing it. And she listens and doesn’t get immediately defensive. This communication is SO GOOD. Stydia BROTP.

I’m fucking on the verge of tears. Sinqua, your acting is just...like, you barely speak in this scene and yet your face is just??So pained?

Bare feets. I know I point it out a lot, but like, compared to kali, who keeps her claws out all the time even in like a fucking hospital. It’s so cute to see Boyd and Isaac wandering barefoot in their hotel room. Just, the level of calm it implies, despite the situation. They feel so safe with each other.

ALSO did Boyd go through all of that while Isaac was under the bed?

WAIT WHAT? WHy is Lydia suddenly all pissed off? WHAT? That makes no sense! But then when she says his name, she doesn’t sound upset at all?? WHAT?

ALSO, I thought this was supposed to be about suicides? Why did they add this totally random (and horrific) thing? It has nothing to do with BoYD! JUST BECAUSE YOU PUT A TRIGGER WARNING DOESN”T MEAN YOU NEED TO MUSH AS MUCH FUCKED UP SHIT AS POSSIBLE INTO ONE EPISODE. GOD. It’s like those people who assume just because they’re allowed to do R rated shit, they have to have random sex scenes in their tv show.

where did Scott get gasoline? Like...where?

God fucking damn it, how fucking demonizing can you get, fucking juxtapositioning Scott’s suicidal monologue about Derek suffering and being dead, then jumping to Derek fucking someone instead of telling anyone he’s alive? What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why is it literally ANY TIME Stiles or Derek are in some way happy (NOT that I’m considering Derek at that moment in time Happy or in any way okay) they always make it out to be the most horrible thing ever? It’s like I said before, Stiles smiling on the field because he actually gets to play lacrosse? Jackson’s about to die. Stiles happy because he’s going to play a game in class? His best friend is missing. Derek....I’m not even going to give what’s going on a name. But then they just layer that over Scott...what even is he doing? Everyone else actually tried to kill themselves. Why is he just...standing there? Are they seriously trying to make the claim that his strength of will is so strong he’s the only one could can hold out against the...whatever the fuck is causing this? Jesus fucking christ do you have to turn him into Jesus every time? SERIOUSLY?

YOU DIDN”T THOUGH. SCOTT YOU LITERALLY REFUSED TO FIGHT BACK. YOU PLANNED A RENDEVOUS WITH DEUCALION BEHIND EVERYONE’S BACK BECAUSE YOU INSISTED FIGHTING BACK WAS WRONG. YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD IF DEREK AND THE OTHERS HADN”T COME TO FIND YOU.

...I get that this is supposed to be an emotional moment, but why the fuck does Scott’s monologue about how much he sucks have to drag Stiles down with him? Stiles was literally always good at lacrosse. He never got ‘better’ before being put on the field. You saying that the both of you were ‘nothing’ is a terrible, horrible thing to say because you’re implying that because Stiles didn’t get the bite like you did, the only thing that makes him more than nothing is being your friend. How does Scott manage to be a total asshole even when he’s in the middle of explaining why he wants to die?

AGAIN WITH THE RANDOM PLOTLINES. DAVIS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? IS THE HOTEL HAUNTED, OR IS THE WHISTLE FULL OF WOLFSBANE OR IS THE DARACH ACTIVELY MAKING THEM KILL THEMSELVES? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? ANd why would the Darach be making them kill themselves?? THey don’t match any of her sacrifice requirements! This makes no sense with the plotline you follow for the rest of the season!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SCENE? Scott was NOWHERE NEAR Ethan? WHY THE FUCK DID HE GIVE SCOTT THE CREDIT FOR SAVING HIS LIFE? And why would he thank him for it, when he told Stiles he shouldn’t have been saved? WHAT IS GOING ON?

Also, why does Ethan have like, a bruise thing on his cheek? Is that...is that a skin thing, or like, a show thing?

This doesn’t solve the problem of Allison’s car being stuck with an empty tank at the side of the road halfway to Beacon Hills.

dude. you realize that was literally 34 years ago? Deucalion would have to be like 50. and even then he would’ve been a fucking 16 year old Alpha. So that makes Deucalion more likely in his 60s. Also, why the fuck do you care Chris? This is such a random fucking thing. It makes no sense. What the fuck does it matter now?

Last Thoughts: What the fuck even is this episode? It’s like this steaming dumpster fire of half-assed ideas and loose ends to plots we’ll never see and really shitty horror movie vibes. We’re talking D List or maybe E list horror movies. I’m honestly disgusted? I can’t remember the last time I had to watch something so tasteless and cruel and insensitive in every single way?

.....on to the next episode, I guess. God, I need to change all of this in the rewrite, and I don’t know if I can actually make it good?

#personal #anti-scott mccall #TeenWolf-Rewatch

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nightlight9 · 6 years ago

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It Must Be True Love

Theme: Disney

Summary: After rejecting Jennifer Blake’s advances, Prince Derek is cursed with eternal slumber. The cure? Finding Derek’s true love and sealing their fate with a kiss. The Royal family and Stiles are ready to do anything to find Derek’s mate, even though Stiles knows that it means letting him go. After all, it’s not like he could be Derek’s true love. Right?

Rating: G

AO3

Quick Note: I wanted to include a warning for the consent issues in this piece: The only way for Derek to wake from his curse is to have his true love kiss him, and that means that he is not conscious (and therefore cannot consent) to being kissed by strangers. Most of this happens off screen and is only referenced in the piece, and the consent issues are brought up by the characters in the story, but I wanted to make this clear for anyone’s who is concerned.

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Queen Talia awakens with a gasp, eyes glowing alpha red before fading back to green. She looks around the ballroom, where the other members of her family slumber on. Finally, her gaze lands on Stiles, her question obvious. “Mr. Stilinski, what is going on?”

Stiles sighs, relaxing back against the floor, mentally celebrating the fact that his potion worked. “Your Majesty, the kingdom has been cursed.” Talia’s brows furrow in concern, and she gestures for him to go on. “When the prince rejected Lady Jennifer’s advancements, she revealed herself to be a darach. She cursed his majesty, and then the kingdom before I could get to her.” He inclines his head at her in shame. “My apologies, my Queen. I have let you and the entire kingdom down.”

Talia reaches out and cradles Stiles’ face. Having grown up around the royals, it is not the first time that she has been so familiar with him. But now he feels like he’s disappointed her, so the action doesn’t comfort him nearly as much as it once has, “Stiles,” she says, voice soft. “I’m sure that, regardless of what happened, you tried your best to save the kingdom.” When he looks up at her, she smiles fondly for a moment before getting back to the discussion at hand. “How long have I been sleeping?”

Stiles cringes. “Two months. The curse put everyone into an enchanted sleep, and it took me a while to create the perfect counter curse and gather the ingredients that I needed for it.”

“Can you wake the others?”

Nodding slowing, Stiles considers his answer. “The potion I made will be able to wake everyone else up. My dad is already working his way through the city.”

Instead of commenting on the fact that Stiles woke his father up before taking care of his queen, Talia picks up on what he isn’t saying. “But?”

He bites at his lips. “But it isn’t strong enough to help Derek. I-. Jennifer’s curse was very specific when it came to him.”

Talia’s expression darkens. “What do you mean? What did she do?”

“Because she felt scorned by Derek and rejected, she made sure that the only way to wake him is with-.”

“True love’s kiss.” It isn’t a question, but Stiles nods anyway. Sensing how complicated that makes Derek’s situation, Talia sighs. “Tell me, Stiles, how is it that the curse did not affect you?”

Luckily, Stiles has had a lot of time to figure that out. “It is because of my Spark. My natural magick counteracted Jennifer’s enchantment.”

She nods, having expected as much. “And Alan?”

This one is a little more complicated, but Stiles has already figured that out as well. “Deaton was poisoned prior to the curse’s establishment, otherwise he would have remained unaffected by it. Jennifer knew that, as your Emissary, he would have had the power to reverse the sleeping curse, so she made sure to take him out before going after Derek. I was able to cure him of his poisoning as well, and then he helped me create the counter curse.”

With a smile, Talia reaches out to run her hand across his neck, scenting him. “Well, we are very lucky that she did not know about you.” Standing up off of the floor, Talia brushes herself off then offers Stiles her hand. “Come, show my how to administer the cure so that I may help out.”

Accepting her help, Stiles gets to work showing her how to wake the others. It is a long and tedious process. Every person has to be fed the potion, so rounding everyone one up and making sure that they are all accounted for is grueling. Luckily, the more people that they get woken up, the more help that they have.

Eventually, Prince Derek, Talia’s one and only son, is the only person still cursed in enchanted slumber.

Despite being unable to stop Jennifer before anything bad could befall him, Stiles is left in change of Derek. Having spent years watching the prince, seeing him so helpless makes Stiles ache.

It is made worse when, after many hours of discussion and debate, a decision is made on how to help Derek.

“You want us to do what,” Laura screeches, hovering over Derek’s sleeping form as though it is enough to change her mother’s mind.

“I don’t like it either Laura, but it is the best chance we have at helping him. It’s our only chance.”

Stiles hates everything about the plan. It makes his skin crawl just thinking about it. And yet, he finds himself reluctantly agreeing with Talia. If true love’s kiss is the only thing that could help Derek, then they have to find Derek’s true love. And the only way to do that is to welcome the people of their kingdom and beyond to come and kiss Derek.

Despite the serious issues of consent that Stiles has with the whole ordeal, there is another part of him, a smaller part, that is put off by jealousy. As the son of the Queen’s Guard Captain, Stiles grew up at the palace with the Hale siblings. And while he got close with all of Talia’s children, Stiles had a special bond with Derek. That was why Talia put Stiles in charge of Derek’s personal guard in the first place, despite the fact that he is three years younger than him and that he is only a Spark while Derek himself is a werewolf. After spending so much time with him, both as his guard and as his friend, it was impossible for Stiles not to fall for Derek. And the thought of standing by while other people, while strangers, kiss the person that Stiles has fallen in love with is excruciating. Just thinking about it makes Stiles’ stomach stomach turn.

“That is insane,” Laura snarls, eyes flickering between beta gold and green. “Mom, tell me there isn’t another way. Stiles, you can’t actually think that this is a good idea!”

And he wants to say that it’s a terrible idea, he really does, both for Derek’s sake and for his own. But - “I don’t know what else we could do, Laura.” She gaps at him, and he sighs. “I hate it as much as you do, trust me I do. But the Queen has a point; how else could we help him? Deaton and I have tried to brainstorm any other way that we might help, but this is a magick that we can’t compete with We’ve even tried to create a spell to find Derek’s mate, but it just doesn’t work like that. Even with the best of intentions, there is nothing that we can do.”

She huffs, looking furious. And then all at once, the breath leaves her. She drops her gaze and sighs. “Okay. I-Gods I hate this so much. But if it’s all we can do to wake him up, all we can do so that I can have my brother back again, then alright.”

Stiles thinks about how rare it is to find one's true love. He thinks about how many werewolves that he’s known that have actually found their true mate. The statistic is...well, it’s anything but encouraging. But it’s Derek. And Stiles has been willing to do anything for him for a long time.

Talia nods, expression serious. She’s no longer Derek’s mother. She’s the queen of Beacon, ready to face the world and all of its odds. “I’ll have my advisors start setting up a process for this ordeal. I want this as organized and well maintained as possible.”

Laura nods once, then meets her mother’s eyes, expression determined. “I want to be a part of it.”

Talia doesn’t argue or protest at all. Instead she looks at Stiles. He understands what she’s asking and shakes his head. “I’ll stay with him, if that’s alright.”

With an understanding nod, Talia excuses herself and disappears, ready to get started. Laura gives her brother one last, lingering look before following after her. And Stiles takes his post at Derek’s bedside, as loyal as always.

—————

It takes a week before the council is able to lay out an organized plan to find Derek’s true love. It’s convoluted and tedious, but it is the best that they can come up with. The night before the castle opens its doors for the citizens of Beacon to try and wake the prince with a kiss, Laura curls up on the bed with Derek and settles in for the night.

Stiles has long since given up guarding the door. Instead he spends his days waiting at Derek’s bedside, watching over him. When Laura comes in, he gives her privacy with her brother, pulling his chair to the other side of the room and retrieving a book. He’s making steady progress into it when Laura speaks up, startling him; Stiles had thought that she had fallen asleep already.

“Are we doing the right thing,” Laura asks, voice small. Stiles glances over at her, takes in her downtrodden expression and the uncomfortable way that she’s hunched beside her brother, and stands up. Moving to sit beside her on the bed, Stiles reaches out and takes her hand, then looks back at where Derek slumbers on.

“I don’t know.” The only thing that he can be is honest. “I hope so. But-I don’t know.”

“Derek would hate this. The thought of having so many people, so many strangers touching him, getting in his space. He would hate it so much.”

The worst part is that Stiles knows that she’s right. “Do you think-do you think that he would rather stay asleep?” It’s the question that he’s been too afraid of asking since the beginning. Here in the dark though, it feels necessary to ask. There is a long pause from Laura, and Stiles prepares himself for her answer. If she says yes, if she honestly thinks that Derek would prefer an eternal slumber, then he’s ready to do everything that he can to stop tomorrow from happening.

But then all the air leaves Laura’s lungs. “I don’t think so. I mean, we can’t say for sure. And I may just be putting my wishes on him. But I think that he would like to wake up and be with all of us again. I think that, even though it sucks, I think that he would want us to do this if it means that he can come home to us. The Derek I know would do anything for his family. He loves us more than anything else.”

The truth of what she’s saying makes Stiles feel better - well, mostly. As she curls up beside her brother, Stiles lets their conversation die off. But he’s left with another question; at what point do you love someone enough to let them go?

He hopes, glancing over at Derek’s still form, that he’ll never have to find that out.

—————

The next few days are...well, horrible might be an understatement. They move Derek down to the great hall, settling him in a bed set up in front the thrones. And then, one by one, the citizens of Beacon shuffle into the room, pay their respects to their unconscious prince, and then they kiss him hoping that they’ll be the one to wake him from his slumber.

Stiles stands guard at Derek’s side and watches as everyone takes their chance. Even Erica and Boyd, Derek’s two best friends who have been happily married for three years step forward to offer their kisses.

Derek never wakes up.

It’s exhausting for Stiles and for the royal family. Cora, Derek's littlest sister, locks herself in her bedroom and refuses to see Derek at all. Laura looks more haggered day by day. There are bags under her eyes giving away her exhaustion, which is heartbreaking because Stiles cannot recall a time where Laura was anything but composed. Even Talia herself looks wearier as the hours pass and her son remains enchanted.

After the fourth day, after Derek has been returned to his bedroom, Talia summons Stiles to her study. When he joins her she is sitting at her desk, penning a letter to the ruler of their neighboring country, explaining what has befallen Beacon and inviting them to come and offer up their kisses.

Stiles stands in the center of the room watching her and staying silent. Eventually, she sighs, sets her pen off to one side, and gives him her attention.

“Stiles,” Talia hums, glancing over at him consideringly. “Tell me something; you have stayed by Derek’s side, have been his friend for years, and you would do anything for him.” She pauses, waiting, even though she isn’t really asking a question.

He blinks at her. “I-yes.”

She smiles. “Then why have you not kissed him. There is no reason that you shouldn’t throw your hand in with all the others. And I know that you’re fond of him.”

Stiles feels himself blush. He wants to deny it, but doesn’t see the point. Talia is a werewolf, an alpha no less. Lying would be pointless. “That’s just it. I’ve-,” it feels stupid to say that he loves Derek, but in the interest of being honest, “I’ve been in love with Derek for so long. Probably even before I joined the Guard and was entrusted to protect his life with my own. But that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not Derek’s true love. I’m not his mate. If I was, he would already know. I mean, when you talk about meeting your husband, it was an instant spark. You knew right away that he was your mate. That’s not-. I don’t need to kiss him to know that I’m not his. And if I can save him one unnecessary kiss, than why would I try? It would just be me taking something from him, something for myself, that he would never willingly give.”

As ungraceful as it is, Talia gaps. Smoothing out her expression, she nods, then smiles. It’s a sad look. “You can’t know that though, Stiles. Just because that was how it was for Patrick and I, that doesn’t mean that that’s how it always is.”

He shrugs and drops his gaze. “Maybe not. But it’s not me, my queen.”

Even though it looks like she wants to protest, she resists. “Alright. I won’t pressure you, not about this. But, for the record, I think that Derek would be lucky to have you.”

The compliment is-it’s a huge one. And it takes Stiles breath. But it doesn’t change his mind. “Thank you, my queen.”

She snorts, sounding nothing like royalty. “We’ve talked about this before, Stiles; call me Talia. You have always been a part of our family. And these days, I see you more than I do my own children.”

He inclines his head at the declaration, both to show his thanks and to hide his blush. Talia chuckles lowly, then picks her pen back up. “I have a few more letters to finish, Stiles. But thank you for coming in to see me.”

He bids her goodnight and exits the study, making his way back up to Derek’s room. The guards at the door nod at him when he shows up, and let him pass into the room without saying anything. Stiles takes his seat, leaning back and watching Derek’s sleeping expression.

“You wouldn’t believe the conversation I just had with your mom,” he says softly. This is something that, over the weeks since the spell was cast, Stiles has taken up doing. Talking to Derek, even though he can’t hear him, is nice. And it feels important even though Stiles never gets a response. “She thought that I might be your true love, can you believe it? Don’t worry, I told her that that would be impossible. I mean, there’s no way that it’s me, Derek. We both know that. But I’ll find them, alright. Whoever your true love is, I’ll find them.”

Stiles allows a smile to pull his lips up as he settles back into his chair, even though it feels like a lie. It doesn’t matter. Derek can’t see it anyway.

—————

Laura is seated at the chair by Derek’s bedside. She’s flipping through the most recent book that Stiles had left on the table when Stiles walks in, and she barely looks at him. Without commenting on it, Stiles settles into a spare chair beside window, staring out across the courtyard, appreciating the way that the lamp lights cast a welcoming glow over the kingdom.

Out of nowhere, Laura bursts into motion, climbing to her feet to pace around the room. There have been multiple nights in the days following Derek’s curse that have ended like this, so Stiles doesn’t let the commotion get to him.

Until she comes to a stop standing in front of him.

He blinks up at her. “Um, hello, Laura.”

She scowls at him and, without beating around the bush, gets right to the point. “So I was talking to my mother earlier about how I thought it was kind of crazy that your kiss hadn’t done the trick to wake Derek up,” he flinches back against the window. “And she informed me that you hadn’t even tried.”

“Laura-.”

“Even Matthew tried! My husband kissed my brother to try and wake him up, and you told her that you wouldn’t!”

“Laura, you have to believe me when I say that I’m not Derek’s true love. I’m not his mate, Laura, I already know.”

“Please.” Laura sounds frustrated and heartbroken. Stiles can’t look at her. “Stiles, please. I know that you told mom that you wouldn’t. I know that you think it can’t be possible. But please, just try.”

“Your Highness, I can’t-.”

“Stop it.” Her voice is ice. “Don’t-. You can’t do that. You can’t push me away. You can’t distance yourself from all of us. Stiles, you grew up with us. You’re family. This doesn’t change anything.”

“I don’t’ deserve him,” he blows up finally, the words full of a truth that he’s believed for weeks. “Don’t you get that! I’m the reason that he’ in this situation in the first place! I can’t-. I’m not good enough for him.” The fight leaves his voice, and he adds in a whisper, “I’m not enough.”

Instead of agreeing with him like he expects, and instead of comforting him like he is secretly hoping for, Laura smacks the back of his head. “That’s crap, and you know it. If you weren’t enough, Derek never would have trusted you in the first place. All you’ve ever done is look for him, and you never expect anything in return.”

“It’s my job.”

“Yes, it is. But even before you were hired as his personal guard, you were watching out for him.” She sighs. “I know about what you did for him after Paige died.” Stiles startles. It hadn’t seemed like a very big deal at the time, and Stiles didn’t think that Derek had told anyone. Finding him that night, Stiles had done what had felt right. He had taken a distraught Derek back to his father's house on the outskirts of the city, tucked Derek into his bed, and kept vigil over him through the night, curling around him in a comforting hug when nightmares plagued Derek’s dreams. Having known what losing someone felt like, Stiles just wanted to help Derek escape for a few minutes. He had wanted to give him the space to breakdown away from prying eyes and expectations.

In the morning, Derek woke up and Stiles made him breakfast without saying a word. And then he escorted him back to the castle, and they never spoke of what had happened.

Laura sets her hand on Stiles’. “I know that you believe that you’re taking something from him by doing this, but please. Just try. I won’t-. I won’t force you to do it. But I would like you to. I mean, if anyone deserves my grumpy ass brother, I would like to believe that it’s the only person who knows how to handle him and who has never expected him to be anything but himself.”

She pats his hand once, twice, and then raises out of her chair and leaves the bedroom. Stiles watches her go, then turns his gaze on Derek.

He looks good, which is a relief. Despite how long he’s been sleeping, the enchantment has kept him healthy Stiles doesn’t understand how, magick isn’t always clear like that, but he’s happy for it. If he had to sit by and watch Derek slowly fade away to nothing, he doesn’t know how he would handle that.

Trying not to think about what Laura has said, Stiles moves over to the bed and settles on the edge. With shaking hands, he reaches out and runs his fingers gently across Derek’s cheek. Beneath his fingers, Derek’s skin is cool, another sign that this is not genuine slumber. For as long as Stiles has known him, Derek has always run warm, his skin hot to the touch. This spell has not only robbed him of his consciousness, but also of his warmth.

It’s that thought, the thought of how wrong it is and of how much Stiles wants him back, that has Stiles scooting forward. With a shaking breath, he closes his eyes, swallows nervously, and leans down to connect his lips with Derek’s.

He pulls back after a brief moment, breath caught in his chest, hope warring with the belief that he could never be good enough.

Derek looks the same.

It’s heartbreaking, but it’s what Stiles expected.

Trying to put some distance between himself and what he just did, Stiles gets up from the bed and moves back over to the window. Wrenching it open, he lets the fresh air wash over him and clear his head.

And then, someone behind him groans, startling Stiles enough that he nearly tumbles out the window.

Cursing, Stiles turns around, hand on the hilt of his sword. No one should be up here right now, which is why it’s surprising that he comes face to face with...no one. There isn’t anyone there.

There’s another groan, but this time Stiles sees where it’s coming from. On the bed, Derek twists his head to one side, expression pulling down in discomfort. Stiles trips on his way to the bed, throwing himself down beside Derek, wide eyed and frantic. “Derek? Derek? Are you awake?”

Taking a deep breath, Derek rolls onto his side. And then his eyes open. “Stiles? I-.” He tries to sits up, but then groans again and falls back onto his pillow. “What’s going on? What happened? Why is my body so sore.”

Manic, hysterical laughter takes Stiles by force, and he pulls Derek into a hug as best as he can. “You’re awake, you’re really awake!” He feels like crying. “Oh shit, I have to get the Queen! And Laura, holy crap, she’s going to hit me so hard for this. She’ll never let me live it down.”

Carefully, Derek pulls away from Stiles, reaching up to run careful fingers across his cheeks, and, oh-. Stiles hadn’t realized that he had actually started crying. “Stiles, what’s wrong?”

Without thinking about it, Stiles leans forward and peppers little kisses across Derek’s cheeks. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong, not anymore. You’re awake, and that’s all that matters.” Realizing that Derek actually has no idea what’s happened, and therefore doesn’t understand why Stiles is so ready to kiss him now even though it has never happened before, Stiles pushes himself away from Derek, falling off of the bed and staring up at the prince from the floor in horror.

“Oh Gods, I just kissed you. I mean, you don’t even know what’s going on or that I’m you’re mate and I just kissed you and you’re awake and I need to get Talia and-.” His voice has gotten louder through his tangent, and he must sound as frantic as he feels because the door to Derek’s bedroom is pushed open and one of the guards standing watch outside peeks his head inside. “Is everything alright in here, sir?”

Stiles blinks at him. “Get the Queen. Call the royal family. Prince Derek is awake.”

The guard flinches back in surprise, eyes trailing over to where Derek is sitting on the bed then back to Stiles. “Right away, sir!” The door closes and Stiles can hear the heavy footsteps of the running guard move away from the door.

“Stiles?” Derek’s voice is croaky still from disuse. “Please, what's going on.”

When he asks so nicely, how could Stiles resist. “You were cursed. I don’t know how much you remember of what happened before you fell asleep, but when you rejected Jennifer’s advances, she responded by placing a sleeping curse over our kingdom. I managed to wake the others, but she used a specific spell on you, one that I couldn’t break with my magick.” He doesn’t mention what the spell was or how it was broken. He doesn’t know how to bring that up, or how to process that himself. “You’ve been asleep for nearly three months.”

Derek’s eyes are huge, shock and awe clear in his gaze. Stiles is so happy to be able to see them again. “I-. What-.” Before he can finish forming his question, the door bangs open and Talia appears, closely followed by Patrick and the rest of the Hales. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, her dressing robe thrown haphazardly over her nightgown, and Stiles doesn’t think he can recall her ever looking happier. There are clear tears in her eyes as she crosses the room and drags Derek into a hug.

Stiles is painfully aware that he’s sitting out he floor, watching the Hale’s reunite. Despite knowing that he’s the reason why Derek is awake, despite understanding that that means that he’s Derek’s mate, he can’t help but feel like he’s intruding on something very private.

Trying to move as quietly as he can, Stiles starts scooting himself toward the door, attempting to make a hasty exit. Before he can get too far though, he hears Derek call out his name in a soft whisper, and then an iron grip clamps down on his shoulder. When he turns to peek back at the room, all eyes are on his.

Laura’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on his shoulder as she peers down at him with narrowed eyes, and Stiles winces. “Stiles? What exactly happened after I left, hm?” She sounds far too gleeful. “How did Derek wake up?”

A small part of him is hoping that Talia will step in and wave Laura off, but she looks just as curious.

Opening his mouth, Stiles scrambles for a way to answer that doesn’t make him sound like some sort of predator.

Derek responds instead. “True love.” His voice is quiet and awed, and just a bit scratchy. “Jennifer’s spell for me was based on finding true love’s kiss.” A small smile pulls his lips up, and Stiles’ breath catches. “You’re my mate.”

It isn’t a question, and Stiles finds himself smiling back. “Who would have thought, right?”

Pretty much everyone gives him a look that says that they did, in fact, think that. Talia’s smile is soft and overjoyed. “Under normal circumstances, I would leave you two alone to talk everything over. But-. Well, I just got my son back, so perhaps we might call for something to eat and stay together a little longer before we all go to bed?” It feels absurd that she’s addressing the question to Stiles, because she is the Queen and Derek’s mother, and his alpha to boot. But it’s also humbling that she’s allowing him a chance to make a choice.

He nods. “Yes, of course you all will stay. I-. I’m sure Derek would like that, and having the pack whole again will help everyone calm down.”

“You’ll stay though, won’t you?” Derek actually sounds like he thinks Stiles is going to leave, which-. Actually that’s fair, considering he was just trying to crawl himself out of the room.

“Yes, of course. I’m not going anywhere, Derek.” He statement feels bigger than just this moment, and Derek seems to pick up on that too because he relaxes back into the bed, looking pleased.

Talia calls for a platter of meats and cheese to be brought up, and Cora makes a special request for some peanut butter cookies for Derek, and the pack settles around the room, taking turns sitting with Derek on the bed. The don’t really discuss the process that they were using to try and wake Derek up prior to Stiles’ kiss; there will be plenty of time for that later. Instead they focus on lighter topics and easy conversation. Somehow, and he isn’t actually quite sure how he gets there, Stiles ends up on the bed, pressed against Derek’s side feeling warm and drowsy and content.

One by one Derek’s family bids them goodnight, exiting the room until it’s just the two of them. Before she goes, Laura pauses at the door. “Oh, Stiles. I have refrained from saying it all night, but I told you so.”

Talia, who had been following Laura out, laughs. “Dear, leave the boys alone. Besides,” she grins a wicked grin, “I think I am the one who should be saying that.” Her laugher lights up the room as she pushes Laura through the door. “Goodnight boys, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Without the others there, what had begun to feel so natural is uncomfortable. Tensing up, Stiles prepares to climb out of the bed and leave Derek alone for the rest of the night. But before he can move, Derek snakes his arm around his waist and tugs him in closer.

“I thought that you said you weren’t going anywhere?” His tone is light and affectionate.

“I just-. I thought that you might like some space to think about all of this. I mean, you just woke up and all of this was thrown on you and-.”

“Stiles, trust me when I tell you that I have never been more sure of anything in my life.” He twines their fingers together and tries to explain. “You have to understand, Stiles, this isn’t all that sudden. I grew up not only hearing my parent’s love story, but also knowing the tales of true love and finding one’s mate. Even if it had never happened, it is something that I’ve always been prepared for. And my mate being you doesn’t shock me either.” He ducks his head, watching as his thumb skirts over Stiles’ hand. “I’ve liked you for so long it already feels like forever.” Derek snorts when the words make Stiles’ heart race. “If you don’t believe me, ask Cora. She was the one who was unfortunate enough to deal with all of my pining.”

Stiles swallows, dumbstruck. Derek liked him? Before all of this mate stuff happened? Him? “Well. That’s good. I mean, me too. About you. I’ve liked you too, is what I’m trying to say. I have for awhile.”

A pleased hum rumbles from Derek’s chest, and he looks up at Stiles through his eyelashes. “Good.” Tugging him a little closer, Derek grins. “Does that mean we can try that kiss over again?”

Immediately, and perhaps with a bit too much enthusiasm, Stiles complies with the request, using his free hand to tilt Derek’s head down enough for their lips to connect. It is probably not the best thing to be thankful for a curse, but as Derek hums into the kiss, Stiles can’t help but feel a little glad that Jennifer came along. Because now he has Derek. And well, if that isn’t a happily ever after, then Stiles doesn’t know what is.

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