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slowpoke-fics · 4 years ago

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Mask has Fallen | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: your secret comes out, the emotions are high and tense

Warnings: anxiety, angst, soft!reader, violence, Derek is really borderline there for a min but who wouldn't be, as always I am not perfect, please read at your own risk

A/N: Previous Chapter | three | Next Chapter

I'm really loving this series and hope you guys love it too!

Scott's always trusted Derek's gut, or regretted not.

You were all gathered around the television, everyone happily watching some zombie movie baby wolf picked. Stiles was sitting in the chair next to you, Derek on the other side of you, Lydia placed next to him, and Scott in front of you. Erica is in the floor in front of Boyd, Malia in front of Stiles, Kira next to Scott. Isaac and Liam in bean bag chairs in the floor. It was calm.

This is how you enjoyed spending time with your pack. The people you've come to love and see grow all sitting peacefully, playfully teasing each other when they jump or let out a small growl. You'd all fallen into sync after everything settled, even with the Argents supernatural prison you'd pushed for. Everyone's biggest worry was the Nemeton's strays and keeping the supernatural in order. You thought to yourself, maybe I can tell them soon.

You sighed to yourself, asking the group as you prepared yourself to get up, "Anyone want anything?" With a flurry of, "Just a pop," "I saw cow tails, one of those please!" and "Water please," you got up stepping around Scott as he smiled at you. He turned quickly to nod at Derek. It was too late before you noticed it, Stiles noticed though. He scrambled out of his chair, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to him, trying to get you away from Scott and Derek. Pulling the attention of Liam and Isaac who jump out of their chair also, and Derek. Sweet Derek who had a hold of your arm, claw dug in just a hair, but enough for you to yelp in pain and create just a few drops of blood.

The moment was frozen. Stiles had pushed himself in front of you, placing himself between you, Scott and Derek. Derek's claw holding a single drop of blood. Different emotions rumble in all of them in a split second. Malia noticed the change in the air, pulling Kira up as Boyd and Erica rose to position. Isaac and Liam staring at Derek in disbelief and anger. Derek is boring holes into you.

The hair on every wolf was standing up, your mask falling, tears instantly pooling in your eyes, slowly and silently running down your face. Stiles still holding the defensive. Just like that it's over, Derek takes a pointed whiff of the air, his eyes flashing red, your hands instantly went to your ears, covering them for protection, feeling his anger boil up.

Derek let out a growl, deep from inside him, shaking the walls and windows of the loft. The growl was long, demanding, angry. Everyone wolf in the room flashes their eyes, everyone but you. Derek's eyes are locked on yours, your solid bright red, innocent eyes. Everyone sees. Everyone twists, sensing the danger from each other. Growls are being tossed back and forth, no fight declared between alphas, so no fight declared between betas. You're visibly shaking, eyes now dimmed to y/e/c and the only thing that Derek can muster is another growl, causing you to scream. Isaac and Liam are now next to you, sensing your fear, Liam wrapped his arms around you protectively as Derek continued roaring, Isaac standing defensively.

"Let go of my mate!"

Liam didn't move, nobody did. Processing what he just said, the wolves looked at each other, at you, at Derek. You looked at everyone, taking in how they were feeling. Scott was now standing claws out, confused with a hint of protectiveness, on edge with Derek challenging his betas. Stiles was curious and defensive, still having his eye on Derek but, far enough back the wolves could fight it out without involving him. Erica was angry, already transformed with her claws out. Boyd was calm, standing defensively behind Erica, ready to grab her if she lashed. Kira was unsettled, one hand on Scotts shoulder one on her sword. Lydia was next to Stiles, behind him really, with an awestruck appearance. Derek growled again as Liam's hands remained on you.

You let out a painful yelp at the anger he was radiating, tears still falling. Liam tried to console your shaking body, he didn't realize you could be so fragile. Isaac tried to reason with Derek, "You're scaring her man!" Liam was trying to block your body from Derek, Isaac placing his hands on Derek's chest, repeating lowly, "Derek! You are scaring her!" Derek let out a calmer warning growl as his eyes dimmed back to his beautiful green. You gently moved Liam out of the way, gently calling to Derek, "Derek, I'm sorry." You backed up, countering his step forward. "Please," Derek whispered, still pushing, sounding desperate. Isaac looked back to you, and you nodded. You wanted to be close to him just as bad as he did, he just needed to calm down. Derek's eyes sparked to life as he stops about arms reach from you. Isaac and Liam standing defensively, rumbling at Derek, reminding him he goes no further.

Your eyes mimicked his, Derek growling, "Mate." You smiled ever so slightly, a resolve falling over you as you whispered, "Mate." Derek quickly pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you as he breathed you in deeply. You were shocked, you didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. You rested your head on him, arms circling him, clenching the back of his shirt in pure need for your mate. You took a deep breath as his scent surrounded you. Derek held you close to him, sliding arms around your waist and giving you a singular soft kiss on the nape of your neck. You felt protected, home, calm.

You gasped as Derek picked you up, his head now buried deep in your neck. You were so overrun with emotions you were still crying. After so long, you were able to scent your mate, your true mate. You weren't sure you would ever be able to scent properly, you could smell him all over his apartment, but he couldn't even smell you. You couldn't really touch him, couldn't get close with him. You couldn't help but wonder how different it would've been if you were honest. Doesn't matter now.

The secret was out for better or worse.

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spikeface · 4 years ago

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rambling about taking pain on teen wolf

I’m 99.999% sure that the writers just used and described this phenomenon however it was expedient for them at the time, but in the spirit of turning it into a somewhat cohesive canon, I’ve been thinking about the evolution of the show’s understanding of what it means, and especially what that means for Theo’s, and to a lesser extent Stiles’, emotional growth.

The phenomenon is first introduced by Deaton, who frames it as a form of painless generosity (“Battlefield”):

DEATON: I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you: improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others?

He doesn’t claim it will do anything but take a little of a dying dog’s pain, but says that that gesture is significant (“a little can make quite a difference”). Incidentally, he is also making boys with abusive fathers/Alphas weep at the realization that they can use their power over small creatures in kind and nurturing ways, because that’s exactly the kind of teacher/father figure Deaton is.

Next up in pain-taking-teaching is Peter, who frames the exact same phenomenon as the pained person taking something from the one helping them (“Alpha Pact”):

PETER: It's that spark of power that makes you an Alpha. When you take her pain, she draws on the power that provides you with those special gifts: the power that heightens your senses, your strength; the power that transforms your body.

Everything for Peter is framed in terms of power and transaction, and crucially, it’s a zero sum game (this is also very similar to the Desert Wolf’s perspective on motherhood in “Apotheosis:” “Talia said it was a gift, that the coyote passes down part of her power to her daughter... I call it ‘theft.’”). Part of Derek’s evolution is not to reject Peter’s framework, but to reject his conclusion. He understands it as giving up power, but doesn’t care about power anymore; he wants to save his sister.

Then, in season 5, Deucalion uses taking pain as a way to consume someone else’s power. This is fascinating! Deucalion has inverted another traditional werewolf thing. He’s made a pack of Alphas, destroyed Betas instead of creating them, and now he turns taking pain into a way to take power instead of giving it up. I think this is why we only ever see Deucalion describe taking pain like this. Unsurprisingly, Theo seems to be his only student, and he understands it “perfectly,” since Theo, like Deucalion, is used to breaking the rules/norms of the supernatural world. It’s very significant to me that Theo subsequently takes pain from Josh, Tracy, and even the Beast. The boy can do it! He just does it in this toxic way that represents everything awful about his pre-Hell outlook on life.

Because, of course, after he comes back, Theo can’t anymore. Mason sees this and claims that it’s because Theo doesn’t care--and certainly, caring seems to be fundamental when Deaton introduces it. That’s why, I think, Isaac does it before anyone has explained the phenomenon (Deaton and Scott only explain afterwards); he wants this dog not to be in pain, so he automatically takes it. But! Crucially! Mason is wrong; caring is not required. Theo has taken pain before, and it wasn’t from a place of empathy.

I think Theo is unable to take pain from Mason post-Hell because he only understands taking pain in this toxic way still, and he’s genuinely trying to move away from it. I imagine him thinking to himself, “Okay, Theo, you got this. Just take pain. Don’t do it as part of this lethal consumption of everything Mason is. Don’t eat this boy who represents everything you’re not, the Doctors’ greatest success, at one point the Beast himself. Don’t. Do. It.”

And, of course, nada. This means, ironically, that Theo can’t take pain anymore not because he doesn’t care but because he does -- he’s trying not to hurt Mason, which is the only way he’s used taking pain before. This shifts Theo’s arc, but to one that I think makes more sense for him. Theo has, imo, always cared--always wanted a pack, and human connection--just in a toxic, destructive way. His redemption arc is learning not to care but how to care, and that’s bound up in learning how to use his skills, which he previously used to hurt people, to help them instead. This fits his friendship with Liam, where he learns to use his ability to manipulate to walk Liam back from the ledge of his anger (when Liam is about to kill Gabe), and use his previously weaponized understanding of the human psyche to helpfully explain to Liam how his fear converts to anger and how emotional triggers work (at the zoo). By the end, Theo has learned how to use his powers for good, essentially, and is in a place where he can confidently take pain from Gabe without also consuming him. Gabe is a fitting recipient for this because, like Theo, he also cares very deeply--he does try to help Nolan--but his caring is ultimately (self-)destructive and doomed.

The last way we see taking pain come up is as a way to spark the healing process, which reverses the initial catalyst for it: causing more pain. Causing pain, it seems, does actually spark the healing process, as we learn from people steeped in old guard werewolf knowledge like Derek and Noshiko. But! That’s not the only way of doing things, and it might not work if the person is already in overwhelming pain. The first person to stumble upon this is Malia, who comes up with it all on her own as a way to help Corey (in “Lie Ability”). This is a fitting symbolic move for Malia, who has been left to come up with her own approach to life as the abandoned orphan of two very toxic parents. In her worst moments, she turns to violence that would make her parents proud. In her best, she thinks of, with almost no awareness of the context, creative alternatives to traditional ways of doing things.

The second instance of taking pain as a catalyst for healing is with Hayden and Liam, after Liam has been hurt by the Beast (“Maid of Gevaudan”). At that point, Stiles represents the old guard knowledge:

STILES: Okay, okay. Okay. Scott did this with pain. He could trigger it. Uh... pain makes you human. HAYDEN: He's already in pain! STILES: Right! Okay, but maybe adding a little more could help take away the pain?

I love Hayden for hearing that advice and immediately rejecting it. Here, Liam and Hayden recall Allison and Scott and the general theme of season one. Allison rejects almost all traditional Argent wisdom in loving Scott. Here, Hayden rejects traditional werewolf wisdom in loving Liam. Causing Liam pain to help him when he’s already in overwhelming agony sounds dumb! She’s going to take pain away instead--and it works! Turns out, some traditions are limiting or even bad and the kids will come up with new, better ways of doing things!

What I really love about this moment is that the old way of doing things is represented here by Stiles, who indirectly quotes Derek’s most destructive philosophy when he says, “Pain makes you human.” Stiles’ entire approach to life is almost always about causing and feeling pain with, I think, largely good intentions. Like the cause-pain-to-start-healing idea, this can work! His willingness to hurt himself and others helps him be brave, and protect people, and make hard decisions he thinks are necessary. But causing pain won’t help anyone past a certain point, when someone is already in a lot of it, and nowhere is this more evident than in Stiles’ arc in season 5.

Stiles starts that season in a lot of pain, most of which imho stems from the nogitsune (which also presented a funhouse mirror version of siphoning pain where the nogitsune “ate” the pain instead, which Stiles experienced). Stiles’ paranoia about Theo and angst about Scott trusting him is, to me, a sign that Stiles is very much not healed from the events of 3b, where Stiles watched (and was forced to enjoy) Scott trusting the nogitsune and paying for it with a sword twisting in his guts and that pain-eating. His explosive “you trust everyone!” is really about how Scott trusted Stiles when he shouldn’t have (because he was the nogitsune), though Stiles can’t bring himself to say that for many reasons. Most of his distrust of Theo, I think, can be explained by the nogitsune--Stiles claims, after all, that Theo “isn’t Theo,” the same way Stiles wasn’t Stiles when he was the nogitsune.

But Stiles’ response to his pain from the nogitsune is to lash out at himself and others, which helps exactly no one. In season 5, Stiles is now constantly presented with the lesson that hurting himself and others ultimately won’t help heal anyone, especially himself. He lashes out at seemingly-innocent Theo and it doesn’t help. He hurts his hand and it doesn’t help. He hurts his car and it doesn’t help. He beats Theo up and it doesn’t help. He hurts Scott at the hospital and it doesn’t help. Like Theo, Stiles is in a self-destructive tailspin, where tactics that have worked before are only driving him further and further into isolation and darkness (tempered only by Scott’s endless forgiveness and his father’s blind love, a topic for another day). The climax for this is, for me, when he’s trying to find Lydia in the tunnels with Theo (in “Lie Ability”). Stiles is doing a fantastic job of hurting Theo (who, to be fair, is a little punk who deserves it!), but is forced to realize that unless he quits that and actually does something constructive with Theo, Lydia is going to die.

But I don’t think he really understands what he’s doing, or conceives of any alternative to it, until the moment with Liam and Hayden, where he essentially voices his philosophy for the first time: pain defines being human as opposed to a werewolf (a sentiment that recalls his rant to Scott about being human), and causing pain is helpful. Stiles watches Hayden reject this, and sees how taking pain away is a much better way to initiate healing. After an initial smile at Hayden’s success, Stiles’ expression, even as he makes a joke about doing things differently (“I’ll kiss him next time”) is extremely morose (see below), as he realizes, for I think the first time, that he’s going to have to find a better way of doing things or he’s just going to be causing more pain. I think this arc is part of what causes him to work with Peter in season 6, after naming him as the epitome of irredeemable evil in season 5.

#teen wolf meta #long post #theo raeken #stiles stilinski #teen wolf

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princeescaluswords · 4 years ago

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Dude, just finished the sequel to Enemies to Peace! I am blown away, everything was amazing ❤❤❤❤❤ One of my favorite scenes, was with Lydia and Scott and them dining together and Lydia calling out and voicing her grievances at Stiles. I don't think I've ever seen a fic where she's gotten to do that.

It's really weird that you've never seen a fiction where she's gotten to actually be angry with Stiles for what he did to her in Season 5A, because as we've all been told repeatedly, fanfiction gives us what canon didn't, and canon certainly didn't give Lydia a chance to hold Stiles responsible.

Of course, it's not really weird at all.

I tend to emphasize the privilege and entitlement Hollywood and fandom gives to white characters, but I sometimes wonder if I don't emphasize enough how much those advantages are given to white male characters. I try to address that as much as I can in my own writing, but I don't see it much elsewhere.

I'm not talking about revenge. Teen Wolf made a specific point of arguing that revenge is an endless, self-defeating recursion, solving nothing. But it did allow characters to express what had been done to them. Well, it allowed certain white male characters to express to others their pain and to act to alleviate that pain. Characters like Lydia simply did not.

In Season 5A, Stiles lied to Lydia to her face about what was going on. He sabotaged their investigation to protect his secrets. When he finally had proof of the danger that Theo represented (rather than a gut feeling), he concealed it. This left Lydia open to Theo's assault. Theo driving Lydia catatonic in order to get the location of the Nemeton was Theo's fault and Theo's fault alone, but Lydia might not have been so vulnerable if Stiles had been open and honest with her. But there was never a scene where that was addressed.

The subtext could be perhaps that Stiles never told Lydia what he had done or he did and her response simply wasn't important enough to be shown on the screen. Stiles's responses to what happened had multiple scenes. Liam's response to what happened had multiple scenes. At least she wasn't treated like Malia, who was portrayed as unreasonably angry but still willing to worry over Stiles after he dumped her like a bag of old potatoes he had no use for anymore.

I guess they were making the point that Lydia should have been used to that by now. After all, her first confrontation with Peter was played as a humor break in a tense episode and she was forced to go to him for "help" with her powers (also very humorous). When they meet again in Season 6B, she didn't even get to mention how he arranged for her to be kidnapped by a berserker.

And then was Derek's whole "You know what I have to do to that girl that my uncle brutally assaulted for his own ends? I will call her cold-blooded and have my murder apprentices try to slaughter her" deal. A freaking member of the Alpha Pack had to remind her that he had once tried to butcher her for something that couldn't possibly be her fault.

These four people use her and they don't even have to acknowledge it. Oh, wait, one of them does. Peter gets to act like he did her a freaking favor in the penultimate episode where he got to pretend that he'd been 'honest' with her.

On the other hand, the writers of Teen Wolf weren't entirely stupid. They never let Braeden and Theo be on the screen at the same time after he hit her in The Sword and The Spirit (5x14) because she would have seen just how many times she would have to shoot him with her shotgun so he stayed dead.

Including scenes where the female characters get to actually express their emotions for what white male characters do to them is probably the greatest fandom fixit I can see. I'll keep doing it.

#lydia martin #anti stiles stilinski #anti derek hale #anti peter hale #teen wolf racism #teen wolf sexism #racism #fandom racism #russianspacegeckosexparty

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fics-for-my-heart · 4 years ago

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Newbie (s.s)

Summary: Starting a new school with the ability to see that someone is supernatural takes a crazy turn

Word count:4069

Warning: talk of people dying, typical teen wolf stuff

A/N: I was going to put this all in one part but I think it’s going to be too long. So here’s part one. I might make it a series? There’s not too much romance in this but I definitely plan to make it happen soon. Let me know what you think. Also I’ve been watching Buffy which was why it was included in this.

Part Two

Masterlist

Starting a new school always sucked. But, starting a new school with the knowledge of the supernatural you had seemed to make it worse. Plus, your ability to see when someone was supernatural made things a bit awkward. Each supernatural gave off their own color, like an aura, and that’s what you could see. There was a good amount of supernaturals in your old town, but as you walked the streets of Beacon Hills you realized there were so many more.

“Have a good day sweetie.” Your mom said as you shut the car door. “Don’t let your sight get in your way. Make some friends.”

“I’ll try. Love you.”

“Love you! I’ll be at the shop if you need me.” Then she was gone, leaving you to watch everyone running around to get to friends or to class.

After checking in at the front office, the secretary, Mrs. Elle, took you to your first class. “Mrs. Hopkins is a wonderful English teacher. If you need any help throughout the day come see me.” She knocked on the door, then opened it to a room full of people, the teacher was at the board. A beautiful purple glow surrounded her.

Fairy.

“Mrs. Hopkins, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She just transferred here.”

Mrs. Hopkins gave a bright smile, walking over to shake your hand. “Lovely to meet you. We are just starting on The Great Gatsby. There’s only a few seats left but you can pick wherever you want.” She handed you a copy of the book, then spoke to Mrs. Elle.

When you looked up at the room, only a handful of people were looking at you, others were texting or reading. Your eyes scanned the seats, spotting one before the color around the boy beside it caught your eye.

Your brows furrowed. Since coming here you’d seen many colors you hadn’t categorized yet. But this one was different. It was deep purple, with black and red, and even some blues and greens. Normally there was one color, just different shades. Never this many.

The boy cocked his head to the side and you jumped a bit, realizing you’d been staring. With your head low, you made your way to the seat, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. To distract yourself, you plotted your classes on the little map, and when the bell rang you booked it out of the room.

The rest of the day was as good as any first day. Lots of stuff to catch up on, lots of new colors to try and match with a supernatural. But the boy from English took up most of your mind. Why did he have so many colors?

Your mind was racing as the school day drew to a close. The sun on your face felt so nice, and the calm breeze helped slow everything down. It gave you a moment of peace as you scanned the lot for your moms car. Then you saw him. He was at a table with two baby blues, a teal, and a scarlet. They looked like they were in deep conversation.

There was this weird pull in your gut, and before you could stop yourself you were walking toward them.

“It’s only taking their skin. Why?” The older looking baby blue said, he looked stressed. They all did.

The scarlet was running her fingers down a book, biting her lip.

The teal shrugged. “Maybe it just likes to eat the skin?”

Little baby blue just stared at her like she was nuts before big baby blue spoke up. “If it did we wouldn’t be finding discarded skin near the freshly skinned bodies.”

Your heart stopped. No. There’s no way.

“None of them look eaten, and the skin only has a line down their back. It doesn’t make sense. Stiles, has your dad said anything?”

The boy from English, Stiles, spoke up. “Not really. He said they seemed to have some type of film on them. Like they had been preserved in something.”

“Skincrawler.” You whispered, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Y/N?” Stiles asked. They were all looking at you as your eyes widened.

“I..uh.” You cleared your throat and tried to steady your breath. “Do they have a stab mark at the base of their neck.” They nodded and you were suddenly light headed.

“Shit,” Stiles jumped up, gently pushing you into his seat. “Guys this is Y/N. She’s in my English class.”

“What did you call this thing?” Scarlet asked. They were all still looking at you like you were crazy.

“A skincrawler.” You rubbed your face. “They kill someone and wear their skin.”

“Fuck.” Little baby blue whispered.

You shook your head. “You’re all safe. They don’t go after other supernaturals.” That earned you an even weirder set of looks. “You two are werewolves.” You nodded at the baby blues. “You’re part werewolf, part something else.” You nodded to teal. “And I’m not sure what you two are.” You said to scarlet and Stiles.

None of them spoke for a minute. Then big baby blue extended his hand. “I’m Scott McCall.” His eyes were red, such a contrast to his coloring.

“You’re an alpha.” You shook his hand and he cocked a brow. “I can see your true eyes.”

His hand slipped from yours, replaced with little baby blue, Liam, then teal, Malia. Scarlets name was Lydia. Then Stiles shook your hand, his grip was firm, and he held it while he spoke. “How did you know what they are?”

“Each supernatural has its own aura, my family is what they call True Seers. I can see the auras around you, and your true eyes. I’m the first in almost a decade so I’m pretty much learning on my own. Which is why I’m not able to identify yours.” You glanced at Stiles, Lydia, and Malia.

“I’m a Banshee.” Lydia gave you a soft smile then looked back to the book.

“Werecoyote.” Malia supplied with a shrug. “Both my parents tried to kill me so don’t ask.”

You looked up at Stiles but he shook his head. “Just your average human here. Which doesn’t seem like a good thing with these skin guys walking around.”

It didn’t make sense that he wasn’t a supernatural, but there were more pressing things to address.

“Are these like the skinwalkers? Because I’ve seen them and I don’t think they would do this.” Scott questioned, turning to look at you.

You shook your head. “No. Walkers are non threatening. The crawlers, as you can tell, aren’t. And they are hard to locate. When they stab the person, not only does it kill them, but it seems to transfer all their memories. So even though it’s still the monster inside. It looks and has the same mannerisms as the person it killed.”

“How do we stop it?” Malia asked, she looked ready for a fight.

A shudder ran down your body at the memory of when you last saw this creature. “It’s not easy. First you have to know how many there are. They are stronger packs. Then you have to find out where they are staying. But even harder you have to find out who they are wearing.”

Scott rubbed his face, everyone was looking at him, waiting for his directions. “We need Derick and Argent. Maybe Parish too.”

“I’ll go to the library and see if I can find anything out.” Lydia said, having no luck with the current book. “Where are we meeting?”

“The loft, at seven.” Scott turned to you. “Would you come? You seem to know more about them than we do. We could use your help.”

You glanced around at them. A group of friends who were closer than close. Had clearly been through a lot. “Yeah. Yeah. Just give me the address.”

“I can pick you up.” Stiles said quickly, stumbling over his words when everyone turned to him. “I mean. It’s kinda hard to get to that first time. It would be easier for someone to give you a ride.” His ears turned pink as Lydia and Malia shared a look. Scott was trying to hold his grin. But Liam was flat out laughing at him.

Before you could respond a horn honked, followed by your mom calling your name. “Here.” You tore a piece of paper and quickly wrote your address and number down. “Just let me know when you get there.”

As you walked away you could hear the low voices talking at once followed by Stiles. “You guys suck I’m going home.”

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You shared everything with your mom on the way home. Even though she wasn’t a true seer, everyone in her family got trained in case it appeared later in life.

“So this true alpha has a mixed pack?” She asked, dropping the box of books on the table.

“Yes. There’s definitely a lot of stuff they have been through. I could feel how strong their connection was.” You started thumbing through the first book, your mom following suit with her own.

“And this Stiles boy, he said he wasn’t supernatural?”

“Yeah. I can’t even begin to explain the way the colors were around him. It was like someone spilled a bunch of paint. Very chaotic.” You closed the book, having no luck. “I don’t think the book is in here. I think it’s with Buffy.”

Your mother examined the books, then nodded. “I think so. I’ll give her a call. But you should probably go get it tonight if she has it.”

“Can I take the car?” You asked, slightly excited about getting to go see someone who was pretty much your Aunt but you get to drive.

Your mom nodded. But before you could say anything your phone vibrated

Maybe Stiles: Y/N? It’s Stiles. I’m outside. I think.

You: Okay, I'll be out in a sec.

"Stiles is here." You told your mom as you slipped into your jacket. "Just have Buffy text me if she has the box." You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you."

She opened another book. "I will. I'll also keep looking and see if I can find anything. I know there was something in one of the books last time, I just have to remember which one. And I love you too. Be safe."

You slipped your bad over your shoulder and headed out where a blue jeep was waiting. Stiles was in the front seat tapping his fingers and singing to whatever was playing. He was wearing a maroon lacrosse hoodie and his hair looked more disheveled than it did at school. His tapping stopped when you opened the door and Should I Stay or Should I Go was playing. His voice died off as he looked at you standing in the door.

"The Clash? Good choice." You said as the song came to an end, and a new one began. "Oh, and Fleetwood Mac?"

Stiles shrugged, taking your bag for you as you climbed in. "Can never go wrong with some classic rock."

"That is very true. I think I might like you a bit now Stiles." His colors were dimmer than they had been at school, which was normal, the sun always made them brighter. They were much less distracting this way too. "So, is there anything I should know before we get to this mystery loft?"

"There's a lot you should know. But the drive isn't long enough for everything, so I'll give you the rundown." He pulled the jeep from the curb and started talking.

He told you who Derek, Argent, and Parrish were and how Scott and Liam turned. But that was about as much as he could get in before pulling into the parking lot of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. So many questions were running through your mind as you looked up at the building. "Funny, a werewolf living in a warehouse."

Stiles laughed, then nodded to the door. "I swear the loft is so much better inside."

He was right. When he pulled open the huge metal door it revealed a beautiful open space full of natural light and people. Four you had already met, three you had names for but not faces.

Scott was quick to introduce you to the other three. Derek was obviously a werewolf with his baby blue coloring that matched his eyes. Jordan Parrish was the first human hellhound you've met, and his color was exactly like fire.

Argent was the only one without a color. "A True Seer?" He asked, shaking your hand. "I've only met one other person with that ability. Welcome to Beacon. Scott said you knew something about these things?"

"We fought a group of them when I lived in Sunnydale. I know we had some literature on them, my mom is looking through our books, but I think I think they might have gotten left at my Aunt's house. Once I know though I’m heading there to get them.”

Argent nodded, then pointed to the map. “We have a rough pattern. And based on the bodies I think we might be dealing with just one.”

“What do you know about the people who have been killed?” You asked, noting the four red circles on the map that seemed to form a shape.

“Not a lot.” Parrish spoke up, opening a file. “All different ages. Different builds. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern here. But we are still searching through their backgrounds. So far the only possibility is they knew each other or went to the local church.”

You nodded. “They liked to go after people who knew each other. How often are bodies turning up?”

“Every two weeks or so. The last one was the day before yesterday.” Stiles answered, your phone buzzed.

Buffy: The books are here. Fill me in on what’s happening.

You: I’m coming to you. Be there soon.

“My Aunt has the books. Is it okay if I take a picture of this? I think I can get some extra help.” You asked nodding to the map.

"Yeah. The more help we can get the better." Argent said, stepping back as you angled your phone for a picture.

"Is there anyone missing from the school?" Derek asked, looking at the others.

Lydia shrugged. "Not sure yet. There were a few people out today, but they could have just been normal reasons. I'm keeping an eye on everything."

"We couldn't get a scent from the body." Malia added, giving a shudder. "I think I might have nightmares for weeks."

“I didn’t see anyone there with the color for them. It’s kind of a deep grey color. Even when they switch skins the color is still there.” You looked at Stiles, his brows were pinched and he was working his thumb with his teeth as he looked at the map. "Hey," you whispered as the others discussed the body. "Could you drive me home. Buffy has the books so I need to get to Sunnydale."

His brown eyes met yours, the concentration making him look adorable. "Huh? Oh, yeah." He looked up at the others. "Guys, I'm going to take Y/N home so she can go get the books."

After some quick goodbyes the two of you made your way back to the jeep.

"If you want, I can take you there?" Stiles said, his hand was rubbing at the back of his neck.

You stopped and looked at him. "To Sunnydale?"

"Yeah. It's late, and well, I'd feel safer away from here." He shrugged. "Plus it's late."

"You said that." You laughed. "If you want to drive me that's alright."

"Awesome." He jumped in the jeep, waited for you to get in and buckled, then looked over at you. "So, how do I get to Sunnydale?"

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"Okay, wait. Like, a full, legit deadpool?" The two of you were almost there, and Stiles had started filling you in on everything they had experienced.

"Yes. That's how we found out that Parrish was supernatural. He was on the list. Peter, is the one who put the list out. He used another banshee to set it all up."

"So, if I ever meet Peter can I punch him?" Even though you'd just met this group you felt oddly protective of them.

"He is kinda neutral right now, but honestly, go for it." He winked at you. "So is there anything I should know before we get there?"

"Well, yes. Buffy isn't really my aunt, but she feels like one. She's the slayer. Spike might be there, he's a vampire. Willow, she's like my other aunt, she's a witch." Excitement started building as you saw the sign for the exit.

He was silent for a moment, then he said slowly. "Vampire?"

"He won't try anything. He knows I can take him, but also he's fairly harmless."

Stiles rubbed his lips. "Vampire."

"Yes. Turn left up here." You said. He followed your directions, eventually pulling in front of the house you spent much of your childhood. "You okay?"

"Uh. Yeah. I'm still processing I think."

You placed your hand on his arm. "I promise you it'll be fine. But if you want, you can stay in the car."

He shook his head, removing the keys. "Lets go."

All the lights were on as you made your way to the house, Spike was standing in the open door.

"Hello, Little Bit." His British accent was familiar and a sudden wave of homesickness hit you.

You ignored it though, rolling our eyes. "Shut it you loof. The skin crawlers are back, we don't have time for your shit."

He placed a hand on his chest. "Your words wound, missy." His eyes traveled behind you. "Who's the bloke?"

"Spike, Stiles. Stiles, Spike.” You pointed at Spike. "Be nice." You grabbed Stiles' hand and led him into the house, avoiding Spike's attempt to ruffle your hair. The others were already waiting in the dining room.

You quickly introduced Stiles to everyone. Then jumped right into what you knew.

“I went by the crypt.” Spike said after you’d told them the last of the information. “It didn’t look like anything escaped. Place is still rubble.”

“Wait.” Stiles leaned his elbows on the table. “How exactly did you guys kill these things last time?”

“Blew them up.” Willow shrugged, flipping through a book.

Stiles fell back into his chair and looked at you. “Blew them up?”

“Buf has army connections so we were able to… acquire some top grade stuff.” You told him. You could tell he was trying to process all of this, he was really cute.

“Argent might have some connections.” He nodded as if he was coming up with a plan.

You let him be and flipped open a book, your heart immediately stopping. Before saying anything you looked back at one of the pictures you had taken.

“Shit. Shit shit shit.” You dragged your finger down the page as you read. “This is bad.” Everyone was looking at you as you pointed to the diagram in the book. “A resurrection ritual.”

“Bloody hell.” Spike said, jumping from his chair, heading straight to the little bar table.

Willow paled, pulling the book to her and muttered something under her breath.

“Uh. That doesn’t seem like a good thing.” Stiles said.

You turned to him, your heart was pounding. “The skincrawler is doing a resurrection ritual. Basically it’s trying to bring something back from the dead. Probably the ones we killed.”

“Okay that sounds really bad.”

“It says here it has to make five sacrifices around a power source.” Willow said. “But it’s not doing it over the Hellmouth so what’s in Beacon Hills?” She looked over at Stiles. You opened the picture of the map, examining it closer, trying to find the pattern.

“The Nemeton.” He whispered, struggling to get his phone out of his pocket. After pressing around there was the trill of a call.

“Stiles? It’s late.” Argents' gruff voice filled the room.

“I know I know. Listen. I need you to go to that map. I need you to go to it and tell me what’s in the middle of those points.”

“A star!” You shouted. “They need five points. There are four on here. If you trace a star you can find the next dump site and the middle.”

There was rustling on the phone, then, “Shit.”

“It’s The Nemeton isn’t it?”

“Yeah. It’s The Nemeton.” There was some more noise from the other side of the phone. “I’ve got a rough guess where the next dump site will be. I’ll tell the others.”

“So The Nemeton is a real thing?” Willow asked, amazement all over her face.

You raised your hand. “Excuse me, what is that?”

“Short version? A supernatural ritual site created by Druids. It’s what makes Beacon Hills a beacon for the supernatural.”

“I thought they were a myth.” Willows eyes were dazed as she zoned out.

“So you’re telling me I moved from the demon hotspot Hellmouth to the literal beacon for the supernatural? Unbelievable.”

"It's very real. Sometime I'll tell you the story of how it awoke and got so much power. But right now we need to get back." He looked incredibly worried.

"It's late." Buffy said, she and Spike had been talking in the corner quietly. "You guys should stay here and sleep for a few hours before driving back."

Spike nodded. "I agree, Little Bit. There's still a few days till you should really worry. Sleep a bit and head out at sunrise."

As he spoke, you could feel the exhaustion suddenly weighing on your body. "He's right. Let the others scope out some stuff while we catch some shut eye."

"Your room is still made up. Go sleep and I'll make you guys breakfast in the morning."

You nodded, and silently led Stiles up the steps. He’d been quiet, worry was all over his face. He sat down in the desk chair, lip between his teeth.

“They will be okay.” You said softly, moving the pillows off the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. We defeated them once, we can do it again. Really Argent is the only one to worry about there, he’s not a supernatural. Plus they are very time oriented. They stick to the same schedule when it comes to changing.”

After a moment he spoke again. “Uh. Do you want me to sleep on the floor?”

There wasn’t much space in the small room so you shook your head. “You can sleep in the bed. You’re driving so better rest is safer.”

The two of you were quiet as you took turns in the bathroom, then getting situated in the bed.

“Ya know,” you said after a few minutes in the dark. “If you had told me that on my first day of another new school I’d meet more supernaturals, find out the skincrawlers are back, and share a bed with a guy I just met that morning. I’d think you were crazy.”

“I’ve learned to just ride out the crazy. Trust me, it’s easier to do that than to try and fight it.” His head turned toward you, voice just above a whisper. “Why did you seem so freaked about the skincrawlers?”

You were suddenly very thankful for the dark. “They got one of my best friends. It was how we found out about them actually. She went missing for a day or so and when she came back she had this Grey color around her that hadn’t been there before. And her eyes seemed empty. Like everything about her was still her. But her eyes.” A shudder ran through you. “It used the knowledge from her to taunt us, me. Things got ugly. The boom.” You wiped the tear off your cheek, turning to see his silhouette in the dark. “If it’s just one, and we get it before it completes the ritual, it’ll be fine.”

“I’m...I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. I have faith in us. With the information we take back, it’ll help. Let’s get some sleep though.” Even though you said it, you stayed awake long after Stiles' breath evened out. Images of your last run in with these nasty things running through your mind. There was no peaceful sleep.

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maskthesimp · 3 years ago

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Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted - Malia Tate x Self-Insert

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, general violence and gore, crude language, monsters

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Chapter 1: Paths Crossed

"Bring him," a voice rings out, fire crackles as chains gently rattle against parallel stone pillars. Echoes of footsteps ring through the halls, coming to a whisper as they enter an open space, the ground lined with sand, crunching under the small boots of he who entered the ceremony room.

"You, child of Connor, Lord of the West Territories; Here you shall evolve. Shed your skin, accept your heritage and become one of us! Take your first kill, and burn away the weakness that plagues you," the voice continues to boom through the vast space, voices whispering and muttering as the small figure makes it's way closer to the rattling chains, "Are you ready, my child?" The voice booms as a man groans, his chains shake and knock together, the heat of the fire laying ontop of his skin like a blanket waiting leap and turn him to ash, "...I am!".

Two cloaked men, jam their spears to the ground next to the younger figure, and take their place next to the chained man, "It's time for you to evolve," says the left man, "Shed your humanity." Says the man on the right. A chant erupts in the observing crowd, 'kill, shed, evolve...kill, shed, evolve...'

The young, small figure slowly walks towards the rattling chains, and the bare man constricted by them. He looks at his hands as ash red claws crawl their way out of his formerly human finger tips, wine red scales peel back up his arm, waist, chest, neck, and face, amber rings brand his once ivy green orbs. "Kill, shed, evolve," the two men echo, gripping the edges of two stone bowls on either side of the chained man, filled to the brim with molten rock, glowing with the licks of flames. The ash red claws glint in the light of the flames, and swing down, sending flicks of blood to the ground, as they melt into the already red scales of the young figure's hands.

The chant continues, over and over again, 'kill, shed, evolve, kill, shed, evolve..', the first stage having been complete. The child winces in fear and nearly stumbles back, but holds himself steady, as the two men release the heated rocks onto the scaled child. A piercing scream erupts into a roar as flames slither their way across the child's body, when he opens his eyes in agony, the burning Amber rings are replaced by a now cold, blue glow.

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[Beacon Hills High-school, Last Period]

"Hey do you guys wanna study after hours?" Stiles asks, standing up from his seat. "I need to, I have a maths test coming up soon," Malia responds, a slight pout growing on her face as she reminds herself of her least favourite class. "Cool, I'll help you out!" A tall, dark boy stands from his seat aswell, Scott, he follows his girlfriend, Malia, and his best friend, Stiles, out of the classroom. They make their way up the stairs, running into their resident Banshee, and Stiles' girlfriend, Lydia, eventually reaching the doors of the library.

They settle down at one of the central desks, each opening their books and beginning to study for their respective classes. "Ya know, we haven't had anything supernatural happen in the past few months, it gives me bad tingles in my feet, like something is gonna happen soon," Stiles squirms in his seat with his his chin resting in his palm, Lydia agrees with Stiles, "Yeh you're right, it does seem weird doesn't it? Maybe The Beast was the last big bad in Beacon Hills. Seems fitting that our last one would be the first Werewolf killed by an Argent." Scott turns to his friend, somewhat rolling his eyes, "C'mon Stiles, you're being paranoid! Not everything is supernatural in this town, we can go one year without finding a body, or having kidnappings, or giant phantom werewolves tearing people apart!" Stiles looks down at his open book, a concentrated frown on his face, "Yeh I guess you're right.."

The conversation moves on, everyone but Stiles focusing on other things. A few minutes pass, before Stiles pipes up about a new face who's entered the library,with long brown and blonde hair, light denim jeans, and a black jacket. "Who's that? I don't recognise them from the new Freshmen, are they a transfer student?" The person wanders over to the Anthropology section, also known as where the stories on Mythological creatures are, "I think so, I've seen them at the Jujitsu hall, I think they were signing up," Malia answers Stiles' characteristically unrelated and random question. She gazes off at the new figure, watching them wander around, their raw fingertips glazing over the spines of each book they pass, until eventually they stop and open one, setting themselves down at a desk behind theirs. Scott turns to his girlfriend, a confused expression stapled to his face, "Why were you near the jujitsu Hall? None of us have a single class near there." Malia directs her attention back to Scott and her friends, her focus on the new teen broken, "Hm? I find it entertaining, why else?" She says as if it's blatantly obvious, which to her friends; it is, almost confused as to why Scott would even bother asking. "They seem like they're around our age, I'm just surprised anyone is even bothering coming to Beacon Hills High anymore, let alone what appears to be a transfer student." Lydia looks up from her notes, also oddly transfixed by the person, who is now deeply involved in their own selected book, "You sure they're our age, Lydia? They're kinda short, maybe puberty is stuck in traffic for them," a chuckle comes from the group's friends Liam, Corey and Mason as they sit down next to the main four, with Scott's Beta, Liam glancing at them each one at a time as a silent greeting. "No, they likely have some form of Dwarfism, a condition that essentially puts a limiter on how tall someone can grow, although there's hundreds of different types so I can't for sure say which one they may have.." Lydia responds almost distantly, still keeping a keen yet seemingly misty eye on the new kid, everyone taking a glance at her, not at all surprised by her scientific knowledge anymore, before they all go back to silently watching the figure.

After a while Stiles stands up, and begins making his way towards the new kid's desk, but not before Scott questions what he's doing, "I'm gonna go talk to them! Every time a mysterious new student shows up something happens, what if we have another Liam? Another time bomb?" Stiles points out, accidentally taking a small dig at their friend with I.E.D, "Hey! That was Scott's fault, I didn't come here as a wolf!" Liam retorts, glaring at Stiles with a frustrated gesture, "Well technically you got yourself tossed off the side of a building, so it was sorta your fault," Mason pipes up, "That was the wendigo's fault! Not mine!" The Beta reminiscences over the time he got bitten by Scott, when he fell off the hospital roof after he was hunted by a hungry Wendigo. "Alright enough! I'm going to talk to this kid and see what their deal is, okay?" Stiles eventually interrupts the debate, settling to try and conversate with this strange new face, "Who's to say they're anything at all? You don't need to be suspicious of every new person ya know," Malia points out to Stiles, shrugging her shoulders, "listen I always trust my gut, they transferred to Beacon Hills High even after everything that's happened here, and oh look! They're reading a book on supernatural creatures! That's not suspicious at all!" The skeptic says sarcastically, before stumbling over to the desk the young figure is sitting at.

He sets himself down clumsily, glancing between the person and their book, "So..a fantasy lover?" Stiles awkwardly asks the stranger sitting before him, he looks up from his reading in an almost panicked state, suddenly closing his book most of the way, "Oh um--..Hi, yeh, just studying for History," They let out a small, awkward chuckle before introducing themselves, "Cael by the way!" They reach out, shaking Stiles' hand as he too introduces himself, "So, you a fan of Mythology too, huh?" Cael attempts to break the Ice a little, worried that his social anxiety was showing, "Yeh," Stiles stares at the back of Cael's chosen book, somewhat zoning out while reading the title; 'The Extensive History and Physiology of Dragons throughout History'. "So, you're a dragon lover aswell then?" Stiles questions the kid's taste in History so Cael explains their history project, "Pff no, I have quite the distaste for them in fact, the history project is to study a part of any culture that we fear, whether it be real, religious, or historical events that took place in a Country's past," he awkwardly shifts in his seat, explained away by his discomfort with the Winged creatures depicted in his selected book, "So, what makes you dislike them so much, just scary? Or a separate reason..?" Stiles lightly stares at the androgynous figure sitting across from him with suspicion he hopes isn't noticeable, "Because they're the most scientifically realistic, in most cases," he responds with a deadpan and almost cold stare. Stiles' mind starts running wild with theories on every word Cael spoke, the way he said them, and other meanings of what he could've meant, his gut giving him more feeling than ever that Cael wasn't who they said they were.

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[Scott's House]

"Scott I'm telling you! This kid is shifty as hell! I checked with some of the people in his class, and they don't have a history homework even close to what he described!" Stiles points out his evidence for Cael's lying, showing his continued distrust for the young lad, "Maybe he just wanted to learn about Dragons, people have interests, Stiles!" Scott argues with his friend, while he watches him rummage through his desk, clearly searching for something, "Why would he lie about something like that? What's the point of lying about an interest in something such as dragons? Why not tell the truth, unless the truth is something you wish to keep hidden?" Stiles finally appears to find what he's looking for, he holds up a hard drive that Scott recognises, the Bestiary that used to belong to the Argents.

Stiles plugs in the Bestiary to his computer, and loads up the index. He scrolls down to the Dragons section and look through it for a while, reading some useful parts out loud; "Much like other shape shifters, dragons appear as human...Dragons have various species among their communities...they have a similar hierarchy system to ancient Kings and Queens of the English Empire..." Scott looks over Stiles' shoulder, silently reading along with him, "Stiles you should head to bed, it's late and we can talk more tomorrow. Listen if something is up with this kid, then we'll eventually find out, but other than a natural interest in fire breathing lizards, he hasn't acted suspicious in the slightest." Stiles turns his spinning chair around to face Scott, "Scott, he said he hates dragons and has a fear of them," Scott's face sinks with confusion, he asks what the skeptic is talking about and Stiles responds, "Whenever I was talking to him, he said that he had a really bad fear of Dragons, when I asked why all they said was because they're the most likely supernatural creature to be exist, is that not in the least bit suspicious?" The Werewolf stands up properly, thinking in silence for a few seconds, "Scott you didn't trust me with Theo, or when I realised I was the one who wrote Kira's name on the chalk board, I just need you to trust my gut this one time!" Stiles begs his friend to go along with his hunch, but Scott seems to be somewhat distant, until he snaps his head up "He could be a hunter! Maybe he's not a supernatural but a hunter!" Stiles claps his hands and points a praising finger towards his best friend, "Yes! Now you're following along! That explains why he was researching dragons, he wasn't studying them for himself, he was trying to figure out ways to defend himself or--"

"Kill them.." Scott quickly interrupts, his gaze sinking to the floor, "That's it, tomorrow we inform the rest of the Pack, and we find him. We'll question him, if my hunch is right and he's a hunter, then he poses a risk to all of us. Including any humans who are involved with protecting the supernatural, aka me! I only have a metal bat to protect myself so it'd be nice to have a heads up on this guy!" Stiles retorts with a snarky undertone, Scott nods his head, agreeing and saying goodnight to his partner in crime before heading home, the last thing he needs is his girlfriend climbing through the window to find his room Scott-less.

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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years ago

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The Pull (99/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was gifted to them. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2751

Warnings: angst and more angst so enjoy it

Additional A/N: If you see *** at any point this means that there is a POV and location change (like a scene change in a show where it’s a completely different character- forgot to add that last time) and this is a thing that is going to be going on going forward, okay thanks!

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Gasping, you find yourself in the same small space as earlier. Sighing, you call out Scott’s name.

It takes him a moment but you hear him call your name a moment later.

“Any idea how we got back here?” you ask him.

“No idea but we better keep going,” you hear him call out, “Can you still get out?”

Groaning, you maneuver yourself around so that you’re on your stomach again and make your way out of the drawer, or whatever else this can be called.

Crawling forward you find that, just like last time, you and Scott both manage to make your way back into the school hallway.

“Well isn’t this fun?” you mutter as you push yourself up again.

The two of you make your way down the hallway again. You’re likely to run into the same thing with Liam. so this time, you try to keep an eye out for him.

There’s no scent however and you can’t make out any footsteps. The sound of a whooshing ball catches your attention and you sigh as Scott catches it.

This time, however, his claws are extended.

“That’s why you’re the Alpha,” Liam tells him and turns.

“Pup!” you call out and he turns to look at you, he smirks at you, “La Ira….”

You’re surprised at the name… but before you get a chance to ask him about it, he’s making his way down the hallways, leaving you and Scott to follow him again,.

It doesn’t take very long for you to catch up to him, this time he’s made it to the boys locker room.

“Pup?” you call out at the same time Scott calls out, “Liam?”

“Natasha,” Scott calls you and you turn to see he’s made his way to one of the sinks. He opens his mouth and you see that, somehow, it looks like he’s got a second set of canines.

“There’s something different isn’t there?” Liam asks, materializing beside you and you have to keep yourself from screaming in surprise.

“I’ve got more fangs,” Scott mutters, “I noticed it during the quarantine… I don’t know why...”

Chuckling, you shake your head and tell him, “It’s part of being an Alpha.”

“Like he’s becoming more of a werewolf,” Liam questions and you nod your head.

“Or more of a monster,” Scott points out.

“Scott… It doesn’t make you a monster,” you growl as you cross to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him towards you, you flash him a fang, “It means you’re getting stronger”

“… like you’re growing..” Liam points out and you turn to nod your head at him.

The Mute is standing there, however, ready to with a tomahawk poised to throw at Liam. Before you can think it through, you’ve launched yourself athim and this time, you’re met by the satisfying feel of his blood dripping down your fingers.

“Evolving…” comes his robotic response and you twist your hand in his neck, tearing out his throat.

“Natasha…” both boys sound shocked but you shake your head as you release the Mute, letting his body fall limply to the floor.

“You don’t threaten my friends and get away with it,” you practically snarl.

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Stiles is waiting in the same room - Kira and Liam haven’t been gone very long but the lights flicker in and out before steadying and suddenly going out completely.

Groaning, Stiles can’t help but mutter, “Just once… just once…”

It’s a good thing though. It means their plan is working and if all is going according to plan then they should, in fact, be getting a hold of the Benefactor by the end of the day.

Pulling his phone out, he calls the pup and then Kira but neither of them answer and Stiles can feel a pit growing in his stomach. That’s not part of the plan.

Deciding to go find them, or Argent, he quickly and makes his way out of the room.

He’s making his way through the building and as he comes up to a corner, he catches sight of Argent making his way through the halls. Reaching out for the man, he doesn’t even get to touch the man when he’s turned around a gun is pointed at Stiles head.

For a half second, Stiles can feel his entire body freeze as flashes of Simen run across his mind and he has to focus on breathing. A movement catches his eye and Stiles can feel himself flinch before he processes that Argent had lowered his gun.

Before Argent can say anything, Stiles tells him, “The power’s out in the whole building. I lost all the cameras.”

Argent nods his head and motions towards the morgue, “Stay with Scott. Text me if you see or hear anything.”

When Argent looks down at his watch, Stiles chances a glance and sees that there’s just over eighteen minutes left before they fully lose Scott.

Turning, takes off to the morgue.

***

“This is a Sig Sauer P226 9mm.” Braeden tells him as she puts the next weapon in fron of him.

“I don’t like guns,” Derek points out.

“That’s because you’ve never learned to use one,” she tries to tell him and Dereks sorely tempted to point to her that it’s not that he’s never learned it’s that he’s genuniely never been a fan of guns. Most werewolves aren’t.

Instead of trying to point that out to her, he just tells her, “Or maybe it’s because i’ve been shot.”

“You’ll like this one,” Braeden smirks as she picks up the gun and releases the mag, “The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many shots you fired. Running out of bullets can get you killed. It also makes you look stupid.”

Braeden returns the mag to the gun and locks it in place before she flips the gun in her hand and and puts the grip in his hand, “SBut using a gun isn’t just about learning how to point and shoot.”

Now that was something new to him, so he asks her why that is.

“Because an average person can move twenty-one fett in one-point-five seconds,” Braeden points out, “If they have a knife they can gut you before you can pull and fire —.so with a gun, you need distance.”

She crosses past him but is still just a few paces out, “Go ahead. Pull the gun on me.”

Derek chuckles and shakes his head befoe moving to lift the gun, however, he quickly finds that Braeden has twisted his hand and he finds his that the gun is out of his hands in Braeden’s again, “so yea…”

“Wanna try again?” Braeden taunts him and he knows she’s taunting him but he agrees to do it again.

Braeden crosses by him again and the two of them face off.

Derek goes to pull the gun and again, he finds that she, again, manages to get the gun out of his hand. As she takes the gun this time, he can hear the grunt of frustration leave his lips.

“Again,” he tells her and he can tell that this time it’s a frustration because he can’t get it right.

“I could do this all day,” she taunts him and he sees a spark in her eyes that she fails to hide. Trying not to scoff, he realizes that she’s so much like the others it’s almost too easy.

Taking a step towards her, he can hear her heartbeat pick up and he has to fight back a smirk before he reaches out and pulls her towards him. Bending down, he puts his lips to hers and can feel her enthusiastic response. He tries not to chuckle but instead just slips his hand to her waist and, as she pulls him closer, slips the gun from her waistband and presses it to her stomach

“You cheated,” she whispers breathlessly against him a moment later.

“Learning to bend,” he smirks at her.

This time when she looks at him, there’s a look in her eyes and for some reason, he finds that he wants to see that look again. The two of them share a look and he realizes that she’d played him just as much as he’d played her.

If they keep going though, this time it’s real.

***

Malia looks over the Birth Certificate, her mothers name is missing - torn out of the page and she can’t help but feel a bit disappointed at it.

“You wanna talk about it?” Peter asks, pulling her from the file in front of her. When she turns to him, he asks, “See a family counselor?”

“There’s nothing in there,” she points out to him.

“Cost me a lot of money to get that file,” she hears Peter practically pout.

“You got ripped off,” she tells him before she moves to make her way past hm.

“You know what happens when you only hear one side of a story?” Peter asks as he walks towards her. Surprisingly, he seems to walk almost in a half-circle and not directly at her and the two of them end up on opposite sides, staring at each other when Peter tells her, “You only hear one side of the story.”

Glaring at him, Malia points out, “You murdered people. Not Killed. Murdered.”

“There were extenuating circumstances,” Peter tries to defend.

“Like what? The fire?” she snaps because she knows that’s going to be his excuse.

“A fire that nearly burned me alive,” he tells her and she doesn’t bother to hide her scoff, “Do you know what that’s like for one of us?”

Malia doesn’t answer the question. Partially because she can't’ but also because it doesn’t make it any better. There’s no excuse for what he’s dome she’s come to understand.

“It’s not a pleasant sleep,” he tells her, “Imagine it… being trapped in your body but still being fully cognizant. Unable to do anything other than listen to your own thoughts slowly driving you absolutely and totally insane. Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day. Yes I’ve done horrible, terrible things. And so have a lot of people. And horrible, terrible things are going to keep happening.

Especially when there’s a dead pool with your name on it. With Little Wolf’s name on it. With Derek's name on it.”

“Little Wolf?” Malia asks, she’s positive it’s not actually a name but she isn't;’t entirely sure that she’s right.

Peter looks surprised for a moment before he answers her, “Natasha… Your cousin…”

That’s news to her and she’s sure that the confusion is evident on her face. It takes her a few moments to process, but she repeats the names to him, “So me, Natasha. Derek… others but not yours.”

“True,” Peter answers after a beat, “But I am not The Benefactor. I’m just a guy who’s out millions of dollars - a few thousand of which I used trying to help… you.”

“Me?” she scoffs.

“How does the bad guy prove that he’s not so bad? By doing something nice,” Peter informs her.

“What could you ever do for me?”

“Help you find your mother,” Peter answers her and Malia can feel her heart stop at the idea. This was why she’d come here after all. Peter is either oblivious to her internal struggle or he knows exactly what’s going on because he continues, “I’m pretty interested myself as the memory was stolen from me by my sister Talia.”

“Okay,” Malia agrees. If he can help her find her mom, she can finally get some answers, “What did you find?”

“A woman, might be her,” Peter tells her as he steps forward, “I don’t have a name yet, just a particularly interesting alias. She’s called the Desert Wolf. Do you know what that means?”

And she does…

Coyote

***

The lights in the morgue flicker in and out for a moment and Stiles can’t help but think that the generators are probably dying out.

He’d sent a text to Kira and the pup, telling them to hurry their awsses to the morgue but still no one had shown up. Stiles can’t help but feel jittery and he bounces his leg.

Looking at the door, he decides to call Argent and pulls his phone out as he dials the man. As he waits for the phone to connect, he begins to pace back and forth, “Come on, come on… Answer the phone. Answer the phone, Argent,” the line just keeps ringing and Stiles grumbles, “Come on, Argent. Answer the phone. Why are you not answering the phone?”

His question is answered second later when the doors rattle as they fly open, a body slamming through them. It was enough to make Stiles jump and he’d turned to see Argent on the floor at his feet.

The man is grunting as he pushes himself up, “Stiles Run! Stiles get out of here!”

Another body enters the room and Stiles looks up to see the bane of his existence.

Kate Argent.

She’s walking in like she owns the place and he watches as her attention turns to him, “Get out of the way Stile. I’m taking the body.”

No! He hears that inner voice growl and seeing as how he very much agrees with said voice, he doesn’t move from in front of the refrigerated drawers.

Argent gets up and stands in front of him defensively and Stiles tilts his head, trying not to let his anger be too obvious when he asks her, “Why? Visual Confirmation?”

Kate smirks as she looks between the two of them and with each step forwards says, “Don’t worry handsome. I’m not the Benefactor.”

“Then what do you want with the body?”Argent asks her and Stiles takes a haf step to the side so he can keep his eye on Kate as she gets closer.

“I wish I could tell you,” she answers him menacingly as she moves a hand towards him. Argent steps forward and she goes to grab his am but Argent manages to jam a gun just under her jaw pulling a grunt from her lips

“I always forget you carry two,” Kate mutters.

“Back off!” Chris practically snarls at his sister.

Kate, however, looks completely unfazed as she taunts him, “You sure you can pull that trigger fast enough?”

“I don’t want to,” Chris tells her but he knows that if it comes down to it - he will.

“You’re not going to kill me,” Kate tells him, completely sure of herself.

“I’m not gonna let you take his body!” Chris snaps at her, shaking her body at the same time.

“Well obviously you two have a lot to talk about,” he hears Stiles point out, “So maybe I saw some coffee, a vending machine outside…”

Knowing that Kate doesn’t wanna just chat, he can see it in her eyes that she’s about to tear Stiles apart. Pulling her towards him so that her attention turns back to him, he tells her, “Listen to me Kate. We have a plan.”

“If killing Scott and Natasha was part of it, you’re worse than me,” she scoffs at him before her lips twist into a smirk, “What do you think Alexander and his little runts are going to do to you when they find out?”

Stiles watches as Kate’s eyes snap over to him, over Argents shoulder, and he can see the grotesque smirk on her lips, “That is if Derek and Peter let you live.”

Refusing to be intimidated, Stiles curls his lip and tells her, “He’s telling the truth. We’re trying to get to The Benefactor.”

“If you didn’t notice, you’re on that list too,” Argent points out to Kate. “And you’re worth more than most.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Kate bites out.

“Then back off and let us do what we planned,” Argent snaps back at her.

The two of them have a stare off for a moment and Stiles isn’t sure how it happens but Kate manages to move Argent’s wrist and his eyes land on the watch on his wrist.

Three minutes.

Stiles can feel his heart lodge in his throat but he knows better than to turn and look at Tasha.

“Take the Berserkers and go, Kate, please. We have a plan,” Argent tries and this time Stiles can hear the desperation in his voice.

Kat doesn’t look like she wants to listen and her eyes flick from Argent to Stiles and just behind him.

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So Close - S.S. XXVII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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A/N: so close kind of fell to the back burner for me for a little while, but you guys have been so amazing with all your likes and feedback on it that it makes me 💕💕 i’m hoping to write the end of this season in the next few days so they should be up soon!! thanks for sticking around and sharing this with me 💖

You weren’t sure what made you feel worse; the fact that Noah was shot or the fact that you weren’t there to help when it happened. You were trying to finish a chemistry lab that was due the next day. It was starting to feel like, no matter how present you were in one aspect of your life, another started to crumble when you weren’t looking.

And then you felt guilty because of how pretentious that sounded. Your name wasn’t on the deadpool. Your dad wasn’t the one in the hospital with a bullet stuck in his shoulder. Other than some scrapes and bruises, you were the most okay out of everyone in your friend group, so why did it feel like you were handling it the worst?

You didn’t have time to figure it out as you pulled into the parking lot of Beacon Hills Memorial and gathered up your stuff. It took you a minute to get the nurses - friends of your mom who wanted to know how the new relationship was going because ‘your first boyfriend can be a real challenge sometimes, dear’ - to leave you alone so you could track down Noah’s room.

When you got there, Noah was lying back in his hospital bed, his forearm barely resting on the book and stack of papers on his tray, and Stiles was collapsed into the armchair, looking tired and defeated, leaning his head in his hand as he watched his dad.

“There’s my two favorite guys. Don’t tell Scott I said that.” You’d drawn out the first part with a half-hearted smile and rushed to add the second. You closed the door gently behind you and made your way over to where Stiles was.

He smiled when he saw you but it was an empty sort of smile that left you feeling a little hollow as he straightened up to make space for you on the chair. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you settled in.

“The morphine’s pretty much knocked him out,” Stiles said, looking back at his dad. “I don’t think he’s telling anyone anything for a while.”

“At least he’s getting some rest,” you said quietly, ducking your head slightly so you tucked underneath Stiles’ chin as you moved your legs over his. “I’m not sure if he ever really sleeps.”

“Do you?”

You looked at your hands and how they fit with Stiles’ as you thought about his question. There were only some nights when you managed to sleep like you used to, but most of them were now filled with anxiety and a night-light. “No. Not really. Not without you.”

Stiles had a small, lopsided smile when you looked back at him, still playing with your interlaced fingers. “Yeah, yeah, I-” he tilted his head for a second, rethinking his words. “I don’t sleep without you either.”

---

You found Lydia waiting for you on the porch when you and Stiles finally got back to his house after what felt like an eternity at the hospital. Technically, she was waiting for Stiles but she liked that you were there to help connect the dots.

Stiles was visibly trying to connect them with red tape on his big conspiracy boards, sticking up a photo of Lorraine and Maddy on top of a photocopy of Lorraine’s code, but nothing was coming together in a helpful way.

“Lyd, I know you feel guilty about what happened with Meredith, but this wasn’t your fault,” you said as gently as you could when she finished talking. “Your grandmother was just trying to find someone like her; she didn’t mean for what happened to happen to Meredith.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that it happened,” Lydia sniped. She sighed and rubbed her temples, stopping her pacing in front of the board again. In a strained, level voice, she continued, “My grandmother drove her to insanity and I drove her to suicide. The only difference between me and her is that she left me a piece of code, and I don’t know how to crack it.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure this out just like we always do.” Stiles attempted to comfort her by squeezing her shoulder lightly, but she didn’t visibly respond to that. “Why don’t the three of us take a day off tomorrow and figure this out?”

“You mean skip school?” Lydia asked. He nodded.

“Like, for the entire day?” you asked. He nodded again.

“Yes, that’s what skipping means, people!” Stiles sounded exasperated as he waved around his arms, but then he stopped when he saw you biting your lip. He softened his approach. “Why? What do you have tomorrow?”

“Detention if I miss another day,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “And probably a failing grade in geometry.”

“I can tutor you,” Lydia offered, big banshee eyes pleading with you to stay.

It broke your heart to see her looking so small and hopeful like that. You were about to give in when Stiles started speaking again.

“No, I’ll drop you off in the morning,” he said, putting a hand on the back of his neck. “I should probably go to at least one of my classes anyway.”

“Okay. Then I’ll meet you back here at around 09:30?” Lydia asked.

Stiles nodded and she started gathering up her stuff while you stared at the board. Something was missing but you couldn’t figure out what it was. You just needed one more dot and everything would-

“Hey.” Stiles interrupted your thoughts and you looked up at him. “Should I move these out of here or are you okay to get some sleep?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” You stretched out on the bed and yawned. “I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“No matter what.”

---

“Stiles, I’m serious. Come pick me up and I’ll go to Eichen House with you guys,” you said for the millionth time into the phone. You were in the process of shoving books into your bag in an attempt to clean out your locker while Scott was at practice. “I literally couldn’t care less about some dumb bonfire.”

“I know, but this is kind of time-sensitive and I thought you were having a day of normal teenager things anyway,” he said. His voice sounded far away so he’d probably started driving again and put you on speakerphone.

“Yeah, but-”

“Going to a dumb bonfire is way more normal teenager than going to a mental institution,” Lydia chimed in. How long had she been listening? “I promise I’ll bring him back in one piece, sweetheart.”

Sighing, you weighed your options. Argue with the two people who knew how to argue circles around you or give up and seem supportive; both sounded horrid.

“Fine,” you said eventually. “But promise to text me when you get there and let me know when you’re on your way to the bonfire?”

“Won’t even use abbreviations,” Stiles said. You could hear the sarcastic smile in his voice. For someone who recently almost got killed, he seemed to think your anxiety was a lot funnier than you expected him to. “Don’t worry, babe, Lydia and I can handle this.”

“I know,” you sighed. You slammed your locker shut and leaned against it. “I love you dummies so you better be careful.”

“I always am.” Lydia’s sing-song voice drifted to your ears right before the call disconnect chime did.

You tried not to dwell on the nervousness in your stomach as you went to find Scott. Seriously, what kind of practice lasted until this late in the day? Stomping through the halls, you heard Coach yelling and figured that was a safe bet to find him.

Instead, you found Coach holding about a dozen printed pages in his hand as he tried to figure out how to shut off the printer, even more pages scattered all over the floor. They looked eerily familiar. You bent down to pick one up and realized why; it was an updated deadpool missing Derek, crossing out the names of the already dead, and upping Liam’s price.

Liam and Scott pulled you aside just as you finished reading it.

“What the hell is this?” you asked, echoing Coach and shoving the paper in Scott’s chest like it was his fault the list updated. An action, by the way, that you instantly regretted.

“Derek’s not on the list anymore,” Scott mumbled to himself instead of answering your question.

“And I’m not worth three million,” Liam said. “It’s eighteen now.”

---

Despite the new and terrifying deadpool, Scott still insisted you guys still go to the bonfire. He was the team captain, he said, and this way he could still keep an eye on Malia (if she showed up. None of you had heard from her since that day in the vault) and Liam and any other wolves that showed up. His reasoning didn’t change the bad feeling in your gut and the anxiety you felt when the two of you started walking around.

It didn’t take long to find Malia jumping around to electro-dance music, flask in hand and looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. God, you wished you could compartmentalize like that.

“Let me talk to her?” you asked, catching Scott’s arm. He was about to say no when you gave him a look. “Please?”

��Fine,” he said reluctantly. “I’ll try looking for Liam. Meet me at the bleachers in five?”

“You know it,” you said, squeezing Scott’s arm before heading over to Malia. “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“That’s ‘cause I didn’t want to tell you.” Malia kept dancing but she must have sensed your unease because she stopped long enough to look at you. “This is the best place to get drunk on short notice.”

That made you laugh and she pulled you in a bit closer to sway with her. It reminded you of the trip to Mexico all those months ago - funny how things (and feelings) change with time. “You know that you guys can’t get drunk, right? Werewolves, I mean. It’s something to do with the healing, apparently.”

“Someone should try telling him that,” she said, nodding her head behind her just as she lifted her arm to give you a twirl. You spotted Liam on a bench with Mason holding a bottle covered by a paper bag. He took a huge swig as Scott made his way over to him.

“I think someone’s about to,” you mumbled, still uneasy. Malia kept dancing, not really paying any attention to you until you squeezed her hand. “You know I wanted to tell you, right? Stiles’s got it in his head that he’s the resident Malia expert but- well, I’m the Hale expert. I knew this thing was gonna blow up.”

“You know about my family?” Malia asked, thudding back to the ground and stopping to look at you. It was the first time she was still since you and Scott came over to talk to her.

“Yeah, I-” you stopped when you saw Liam toss a plastic bottle to the side and storm off. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll send you Cora’s number. You two should talk.”

Her complaints were drowned out by the music almost as soon as you started walking away from her. You had to jog slightly to catch up to Liam, hoping that Scott would go find Malia again.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing his arm to force him to stop. “Hey, biscuit, look at me.”

“What?” He didn’t mean to snap as he turned around, but he also probably didn’t mean to stumble when he turned to look at you.

“I came to tell you that werewolves can’t get drunk, but I think you might be the exception.” You frowned and tightened your grip on his arm once he started swaying slightly on the spot. “Buddy, you okay?”

“Get Scott.” He seemed to have to force out the words.

“Okay, come on,” you said as you looped around Liam’s waist and he held onto your shoulders. “Let’s get you to Mason and then I’ll go find Scott, okay?”

By the time you got Liam to the bench where Mason was, Scott was already there with Malia and trying to get her to drink some water. “Oh no, Liam too?” he asked, sounding a little over his head.

Lucky for him, you went to a prep school before this. You knew what to do. You could hear Scott and Mason talking while you tried to get through to Liam. He might have to throw up before you could do anything. You were still holding his head and making sure Malia was drinking her water when Scott started stumbling.

“How much have you had to drink?” Mason asked him.

“He hasn’t had anything,” you said, taking Scott’s hand and trying to guide him to the bench. In a slightly lower voice, you asked, “It’s the deadpool, isn’t it?”

He nodded and tried to say something. He was feeling the effects a lot quicker than Liam and Malia had. “It’s the DJ. I’ve gotta- gotta stop him.”

“No, you need to get out of here,” you said, hand on his shoulder to keep him upright. “Mason will take you to the car and I’ll deal with the slice of wonderbread on stage, alright?”

He was still arguing when you walked away, telling Mason to keep an eye on them and try to get them to the car if he could. He asked where you were going and you made up something that sounded a little less ridiculous than ‘to stop the soundwaves that are killing my brother.’

You managed to get pretty close to the stage before the DJ made some hand signal and a guard tried to grab at you. You twisted out of the grip, pulling him forward, and bent his wrist back. Kicking him to the side, you kept going but his failed attack just caused more of the security to come after you.

One of them managed to get a hold of you and carried you off to the side, where Mason cut them off and started yelling at them to let go of his friend. It was kind of touching watching him yell at them like that; you didn’t know you were that close. It also provided an excellent distraction for you to kick the guard’s shin and elbow his solar plexus as you landed on the ground. You whacked him with the nightstick and looked at Mason.

“What are you?” he asked, more surprised than upset.

“Come on,” you smiled and grabbed his hand. “You ever destroy a power generator before?”

“No, have you?”

You didn’t answer as you led him back to the side of the stage that housed all the controls. You handed him the nightstick and told him to go wild before engaging Derek’s knife and climbing onto the stage. The DJ seemed less impressed with you than Mason had been.

“What the hell do you think-”

He didn’t get to finish because you kicked him in the legs, hard. Cutting the wire of his headphones, you leaned over to the mic on the mix-board. “Hey, guys? Someone called in about real cops heading this way,” you said. “The school security isn’t allowed to make arrests for underage drinking so-”

Then it was your turn not to finish your sentence. Kids started scattering and Mason finished abusing the electrical equipment, leaving an emptiness of the bonfire and teenage screaming in the space where the music had been before. The DJ started squirming away and you put your foot on his back and pressed down.

Knocking the wind out of him, you said. “You’re going to stay right here until my friends come back.” He spat some very dirty words at you and you rolled your eyes. You’d been called worse. “Hey, Mason, can you watch him for me?”

Mason nodded and scrambled on stage to tie the guy’s hands behind him. “Go find Liam.”

---

Growing up, you always heard people on TV talk about how much they hate hospitals, but to you it was just the place where your mom worked. Never anything special, just the place you went when your idiot brother broke a bone or your mom had a late shift and no one to watch you. Now it was where you went whenever someone tried to kill your friends.

You hated hospitals.

You got to Stiles’ room just as he finished an argument with your mom. Telltale signs of sulking and parental annoyance were in the air.

“Like cassettes?” Mel asked him.

“Yes, tapes,” Stiles said, sounding like they’d been going back and forth for a little while already. He caught your eye over your mom’s shoulder and smiled for a second.

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can do,” she said, backing up to start walking away before bumping into you. “Oh, hey, sweetie, how was the bonfire?”

“Killer,” you smiled as she kissed your cheek.

Melissa frowned, clearly not liking your answer but not having the time to deal with it just yet. “We’ll talk later.”

“Okay, but tapes, though, please,” Stiles called after her as she started to leave and you stepped into the room.

“Cassettes,” Mel said in her customer service voice before closing the door.

You started walking over to the bed and Stiles’ expression turned serious again. “Hey, I was still going to call but my phone’s in evidence and-” he stopped talking when you wrapped your arms around him and rested your chin on his shoulder, pressing your face to his cheek lightly. “And I didn’t want you to freak out.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” you said softly, adjusting slightly to kiss his cheek as he wrapped a hesitant arm around you. “You are okay, right?”

“Aside from the concussion your mom says I have,” he said with a sigh. His free hand moved up to hold onto your arm that crossed his chest to meet your hand behind his head. Everything connected. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m too tired to be anything else.”

You didn’t know how to answer so you went back to holding onto him, tracing patterns on his upper back with your thumbs. The two of you were so close in the silence that you could hear his heartbeat. It was coming down, slowly, the longer you held him.

“Uh, Stiles?” you asked a little awkwardly after a few minutes as you shifted away from him slightly. “Do you have something in your pocket?”

“Huh?” he asked, sounding like you’d snapped him out of some daydream as he looked down. “Oh, yeah, one of Brunsky’s tapes. Did they say anything to you other than that I got almost killed?”

“I stopped listening after that,” you said as you pulled your legs up to cross them on the bed. Your shins rested on his thighs once he fug the tape out of his pockets. “What happened?”

“Meredith is the Benefactor. She was using Brunsky as a proxy because he’s an angel of death,” Stiles said as he handed you the cassette. “The serial killer kind, not the biblical kind.”

“I figured,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face so you could look at the tape properly. It was just a regular cassette with Lydia’s grandmother’s name in sharpie on the top. No different to the way Stiles scrawled the title to the breakup mix on the CD or the play me deadpool tape. “He always creeped me out in the stories you told me about Eichen House.”

“Eichen House creeped me out in my stories about Eichen House,” Stiles said with a sigh. He watched you turning over the tape in your hands, looking for something that told about what was on it. “But I wouldn’t worry. He’s dead now.”

You stopped flipping over the tape and looked up at him. He was haunted. Those tired eyes of his had seen too many people die in front of them. “But you’re still alive.”

“I always live,” Stiles said. He was looking at his hands. Did he see something in them or did he just not want to look at you? “Even when …”

You reached over to touch his hands when he didn’t say anything else. “Even when?”

“Even when I shouldn’t,” he said. Stiles’ voice was blunt as he looked up to meet your gaze. “I lived when other people should’ve instead.”

“You lived because you’re supposed to live,” you said, trying desperately to find some words in your brain to comfort him. Any words. “Because Batman doesn’t die, okay? Not until the story’s over.”

“I’ve been told I’m more of a Robin,” he mumbled, looking away from you again. “Besides I don’t think this story is ever ending. Not until we’re all dead.”

“Well, until it does, we’re in this together. You and me,” you said, leaning closer to put your other hand on the back of his neck. He looked up at you again, less blunt and more broken. “No matter what.”

“No matter what,” Stiles repeated, words sounding both slightly more and less sure than before. He swallowed and took a breath. “You know I love you, right? I know you’re not supposed to say that until you go on an actual date but it’s true and I almost died without saying it so. I love you.”

The question was such a one-eighty from you were talking about before that you had to make a conscious effort not to look surprised at the words that tumbled out of his mouth. “I love you, too, Stiles,” you said with a smile. “And you’re not going anywhere until we go on that date.”

He laughed lifted his hand to the side of your cheek, pulling you into a kiss. “Thanks,” he said. “I was kind of going crazy there for a second before you got there.”

“My mom can do that to a person,” you said, nodding slowly as Stiles moved a little closer to you. “She’s sure you’re okay?”

“They wanna do another CT scan but she’s pretty sure. Just gotta stay awake until the concussion fades. Shouldn’t be too hard, I’ve got like a decade’s worth of practice thanks to the insomnia,” Stiles said.

“I’ll stay with you until you get released,” you said gently, trying to bring him out of those memories you could see playing behind his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

You know he meant for a lot more than just staying with him. You squeezed his hand. “Vending machine food and Netflix on my phone?”

“Like there’s anything else I’d rather do.”

Part 28

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See You There, in the Storm Snippet:

It’s not that Liam thinks that he’s a better fighter.

No, not after the incident with Stiles and his Jeep, ending with Liam strung upside from a oak branch.

Being the freshman of the group, he’s only heard stories from the others; a camp filled with demigods. Training fields, armory’s, weapons , talking horses?

Kira tries to include him when they all fall back into the mythological topics, smiling sweetly as she explains the forgotten details, Stiles snapping his fingers at Malia when she denies that her team lost some game last year. She bares her teeth in a very displeased smile which is more a scowl, Scott rolls his eyes as he passes Liam his plate of remaining fries. Lydia seems to appear out of nowhere as she slaps his hands a few times until he’s moving his arms away from his papers.

“Move that x over to the 35, divide it from there. Don’t forget to square it.”

He flicks his eyes over the slanted rows of calculations, and of course he’s tripped over a step, grabs his pencil again after he stuffs a handful of cold fries in his mouth.

“Thanks, Lydia.”

He manages, as Scott’s elbow jabs into his side and they shift along the table’s bench, a space forming for the red head to drop into.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate this, them. The easy atmosphere, the helpful assistance for this damn math, but it’s definitely not what he’d expected.

They’re freaking demigods, right? What’s the point of doing algorithms, or going through the freaking long ass process of even getting into a college, when they have to worry about literal man eating monsters hunting them down.

Kira had dealt with a Nemean Lion just last week, had crashed through the campus’s parking lot with just a few vehicles getting caught as collateral damage. A blue Nissan having it’s windshield collapsed in, two pickups now having sister slashes trailing across their beds, a unsuspecting trash bin now a crumpled heap of metal.

She’d only walked away distraught that she missed half of literature 2.0, a bit disappointed that he’d chipped her favorite sword. One of the seven she keeps in her car, the satchel of tools crafted to perfectly reshape mystic metal.

Scott had offered his help instantly, irises of his eyes blinking a sunny yellow as Kira beamed at him. Both hunching over the steel pieces, his tanned hand hovering an inch over the now searing bright sword. Malia standing at the door of the bathroom with a blistering aura that had anyone keeping their heads down, an imposing figure if not for the lanky brunette pacing back and forth at her side, hands dancing to their own rhyme and reason. She nods, maybe grunts a few times as he lists the courses he’s gonna be fighting for a seat in next semester, voice raising in his hysterics. Their phones flickering to life when a spree of sharply worded texts land in their group chat, a red head deeply concerned about the blanket of trash that now litters over her gleaming scarlet convertible.

And Liam. Well, he kinda just flitted at the corners, weather it was scrambling out of the way of hell bent Malia or trying to ask Stiles how he can help, his responses are typically the same.

“Yeah, appreciate the offer, but fucking get down before your guts end up on the floor of the library.”

Harsh maybe, but that’s just Malia’s go to. Not that the same sentiment isn’t repeated by the others, years ahead in all their combat skills.

But, he’s apparently the son of the literal lighting bolt god. He should be doing more.

Liam just kinda thinks that a bit of training would be beneficial.

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Subject to change, just testing out a voice for Liam. Listing out the gods for the pack.

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bitch-banshee · 6 years ago

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I can’t save you anymore

Prompt: Reader looses their voice, yelling at theo b/c hes bad

Word Count: 1589

Characters: Theo x Y/N, later Siles x Y/N

Warnings: its sad man. i tried whump and it turned into this angsty mess.

A/N: im sorry...Feel free to send me something you wanna read, and ill write about it :)

You were done. This was the last straw. You’d absolutely had it with Theo always ending up being the bad guy. He’d killed your brother, kidnapped innocent children, and now he shot Malia and Brayden. “Please Y/N, i’m sorry” his pleas fell on tired ears. “No! I’m done Theo, i can not protect you anymore! You wanted to get rid of me so bad, you've done it!” your scream was loud and exhausted. It was so tiring to always defend him to the others. They couldn't understand what you saw in him, why you’d always offered him redemption. “He’s pretty evil” they’d say. “How can you trust him after everything”, or your personal favorite “he’s just going to disappoint you, you should just let him burn” You'd started to believe it, believe them.

Theo gripped your arm, his eyes shining the gold of an innocent when he was anything but. “Please, don't give up on me, please” his grip was bruising, the tone of his voice menacing through clenched teeth, it stung. It was a threat. “ You SHOT my best friend Theo! Do you not understand. Malia was laying there, bleeding on the ground! You put your claws inside of Scott,my brother to steal his power, he DIED for like 10 minutes! Or did you forget that. Just because your eyes are yellow does not mean you're still innocent.” your throat burned, your heart burned. “You kidnapped innocent children, and brought them to the dread doctors. Do you know how much blood is on your hands! Not to mention your SISTER, you murdered her in cold blood and haven't felt remorse about it since” tears fueled by anger gripped your voice, a low blow you knew, but you needed him to understand. You couldn't bring him back from this. “‘Leave Theo, leave now or i'll let Kira send you to the skinwalkers. This is your chance to save yourself. Im done saving you” your voice sounded foreign, hoarse, and the burning didn't stop.

Retching your arm from his grasp you left him in the tunnels. “Y/N.” he called tensely, but you continued, your hand reached to rub at your throat and chest. You’d just made it out when you ran into stiles and Scott running in. “Y/N?” Stiles called your attention. “What happened, are you okay?” his soft hands fell onto your shoulders as Scott went ahead inside. “I-” you started but the noise died in your throat. “...umm” you tried again, the burn in the back of your throat intensifying, causing you to wince. Stiles made a confused face. “Can you speak, what happened?” he tried again, urging you to tell him what was going on. Your mouth hung open, nothing but air escaping. You felt the tears resurface, frustration written all over your face. “Here, here, type it here” he frantically pulled his phone out and handed it to you, a note opened.

You typed out that you think you lost it screaming at Theo. Stiles involuntarily rolled his eyes while reading. “I honestly don’t know why you even bother with him, I can try to help, let me drive you home, and we can try tea?”you made a sound much like a snort as Stiles’s hand rested softly on your back, rubbing slowly. It eased your coiled up muscles, thinking about what he said, he was right, all this time you had been trying to save Theo from himself, determined to prove that he could be good, trusted, saved. Only now did you realize how wrong you were. You tried to will your voice to thank him, to tell him how right he was. But only a rough scratchy noise fell from your lips. “No, no the more you try, the longer your voice will be gone,” he threw a half smile on his face and opened the car door. You rolled your eyes and silently groaned.

At home stiles stayed with you. He made you sit at the counter while he tried to make you tea for your burning throat. Anytime you tried to make even a semblance of a noise, the burn and pain nearly knocked your breath out. “You know, having you this quiet I can finally tell you something without an interruption” he set the mug down in front of you. The steam floating up to your nose. Smells of lemon and honey wrapped around you as you looked intently at one of your best friends. “Y/N I...well i umm, i have these uhh” he fumbled gently over his words, his cheeks blooming a lovely pink. You leaned your head to the left, a small smile spreading across your face. You removed your hand from the mug and placed it on stiles’s hand, urging him on. “I like you...well no, i- i love you” he stuttered out.

There was no doubt that is not what you thought he’d say. You felt your eyebrows shoot up, and your eyes go wide. He took in your expression and stood abruptly. “I-im sorry, im- i shouldn't have said that. That- I mean- i” you shut him up with your lips. You’d loved stiles, always, but his love for Lydia and infatuation with Malia had always stopped you from making a move. The kiss was gentle, calm, a reflection of how you felt in his arms. When he pulled away his eyes fluttered a little before opening. It melted your heart. “So does that mean you feel the same” his large hand drifted over your cheek and you nodded, a large goofy smile on your face. “Good, good” he smiled back at you.

Stiles stayed all night, you’d finished your tea shortly after he insisted upon a movie. He was laid across the couch a blanket hanging off his hips, the credits playing. His mouth was wide open, soft snores escaping. You couldn’t help but shake your head and smile. The pain of your voice had died down, but stiles was right, talking would prolong it being gone. You tried to think of a way to let him know there was no way you were sleeping on this couch, when Theo burst through the door. Stiles started and jumped up “trouble, where, whos dead?” he looked directly at Theo who was drenched in water from the pounding rain outside. Cuts and blood littered his body and I felt my blood run cold. “This seriously Y/N, you thought you could just walk away, to him” Theo’s eyes blazed, his voice something between a growl and actual words, as stiles pushed you behind him. You tried to scream, to say anything to tell stiles to move, to tell Theo not to do this. Nothing came out.

Theo pulled stiles away by his shirt, then sent a quick and sickening crack to the humans jaw. I watched in horror as it seemed like time slowed when stiles was falling already unconscious. I was frozen in place, shock and sheer fear stilling me.

“You don't get to walk away sweetheart, you don't get the last word.” he took slow steps toward me, he was a predator, a killer, and his sights were on me.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach when he reeled his arm back. A smooth landing right on the edge of my chin. The pain bloomed,searing across my face and down my back, making my scalp prickle, the air caught in my lungs, “nothing to say now?” he taunted as i tried to block his punches and claws, while i also trying to throw my own. It was useless, Theo clawed at my shoulder and my mouth hung open in silent pain. “SAY SOMETHING” he screamed into my face, punching once, twice and then a third time to my gut. I felt my chest burn in the scream trapped in my throat as i fell to my hands and knees trying to breathe correctly. Hot tears spilled from my eyes, my vision blurred by the water and the soft tinges of red. He brought up his boot covered foot and kicked me onto my back “You're useless, i don't even know why i ever wasted my time with you, you're weak” he leaned over me, his face twisted up in disgust, then he brought his claws up and slashed me across my face. I couldn't move, I didn't want to, I was in so much pain, blood oozing down covering my shirt when Kira, Scott, Liam, and Malia came in. Liam ran across the floor tackling Theo and Kira wasted no time stabbing her ketana in the ground opening it up.

I watched through tears that wouldn't stop, Liam’s arms wrapped around me as Theo’s sister came out and dragged him into the hole in my living room. Theo screamed and it echoed through the room, his eyes locked on mine. The hole closed up seconds later like it was never there.

I blinked slowly, listening to Scott call for stiles, the far away sound almost soothing. My eyelids were so heavy, my body felt like I was being weighed down. I could hear Liam asking me things I couldn't possibly answer, and the darkness was so kind, tranquil.

I fell into the embrace,floating on a sea of peacefulness, there was no flash of light, or a replay of my life. Just cool darkness, the only thought in my mind was, “I never said it back, I never told stiles how much I loved him as well” before my heart stopped.

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lydiaphantom · 6 years ago

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Fanfiction: As You Wish

Fandom: Teen Wolf / Marvel: Infinite war

Warning: Bad words

Paring: Theo Raeken x Liam Dunbar

Additional Tags: Angst, MCU / Teen Wolf crossover, Good Theo Raeken

Be careful with what you wish, Liam. Your wish can come true.

(Sorry! Bad grammar!)

The war between hunters and supernatural wasn’t over. Liam doubted that something like that could be ended for real. After all, everything started because of the fear, people were afraid of something that they barely had an idea of, Anuk-Ite did a great job by triggering this fear. And even if now it’s gone, some people still were afraid, and that is only a matter of time before someone like Gerard would lead them.

Liam wasn’t ready for the next threat, not mentally. He was tired both emotionally and physically. The constant nightmares about everything that happened, especially about Brett and Lori, only made him more anxious and jumpy, the lack of sleep was playing a dangerous game with his mind and IED. Liam Dunbar literally was a walking time bomb and no one knew when would he explores.

Salvation came to him unexpectedly. More specifically Liam accidentally runs into Theo one day, when the young werewolf tried to deal with his anger. He was in the middle of the Beacon Hills preserve when he spotted a familiar dark blue truck, hidden between trees and shrubs. Liam didn’t hesitate before he knocked at the window.

That was how Theo Raeken of all people ended up living with Liam’s family. Of course, it wasn’t so easy, and at first Theo rejected the offer but then when Liam’s mother, Jenna, found out that Theo was living in his truck and her son didn’t do anything about it to make this situation better, she went to the chimera by herself and practically dragged him to the Dunbar-Geyer’s house.

At first, Liam was happy to have Theo next to him. They played video games and watched a lot of movies on Netflix together with Liam’s family. The young werewolf quickly gets used to it. Especially when he admitted that Theo actually was his anchor and was pretty much the only one who was able to calm Liam down in a matter of a second. Liam was okay with that. But when he noticed that he started falling for certain chimera, it was the beginning of Liam’s ‘freaking out’ moments. He even started regularly snapping at Theo. Liam couldn’t allow his feelings to take over his mind. He just can’t. What pack would think? They weren’t Theo’s biggest fans, so if they found out that Liam has feelings for the guy, who tried to kill their Alpha, they most likely to think that he lost his freaking mind and will send him to Eachen House for the thoughts like this or they will think that Theo manipulated him again and will send him if not to Hell, then away from the Beacon Hills. And Liam wasn’t happy with any of those alternatives.

Deep down he knew that he probably overthink this whole situation but Liam was tired and his mind was fogged with fear and worthless worries he barely could think straight. Liam did see how much Theo had changed, he saw as the older boy took Gabe’s pain and then left without another world. Liam wasn’t stupid, he noticed how much Theo did change, how much the former killer was trying to be better.

And yet it didn’t stop Liam from hating and despising the warm feeling that he gets every time he saw the chimera. This, and his IED wasn’t helping, so with those feelings involved, he started to be more aggressive toward Theo.

The pack now was at Liam’s house, together they all were having a great time while speaking, discussing and joking like they always do.

Even Theo was laughing, recently the pack members finally had started including him in pack meeting and Theo was truly grateful for this. After all this shit that he had done to everyone in the room, he never allowed himself even dream about the possibility that the pack will start to trust him again. That was beyond his expectations. Liam remembered Theo told him that once when he had one of his endless nightmares. They became even closer after that, Liam could swear he heard as Theo called him his friend when he was discussing something with Jenna, he didn’t mean to listen that just happened and Liam never mention this to the other boy. Then his feelings got involved so Liam started to be cold with him again and Theo had no idea what he had done to piss Liam off so much.

Raeken stand next to Mason and Corey while he was telling some story from his work. Liam was standing near to him too, trying to focus on the story the other boy was telling and not on how much the chimera was looking good with his hair swiped back a little and how hot it was when he unconsciously run his hand through them. Liam really should change the way he was thinking before this situation becomes awkward. Heck, why this should be so difficult, Liam didn’t ask for those feelings but look at him now. Trying so hard to hide them, he even closed his eyes trying to focus on something else and not on the voice telling him that he is in love with a certain chimera. Liam was so busy trying to calm himself down he didn’t even notice that his breath became heavier.

“iam, Liam,” the beta heard someone’s worried voice, but it sounded so distend he wasn’t sure whom it belongs to. “Hey, Little Wolf, come on, everything is fine. Just breath, breath with me.”

Theo. This voice belongs to him.

Liam couldn’t bear that anymore.

Theo was in the middle of the sentence when Liam snapped for the third time for this day.

“Will you ever shut up?!” he shouted anger took the best of him this time. Liam barely could hear anything besides his heart, which now was beating too fast even for a werewolf, but still, he noticed that the room went silent. He saw as Theo tensed and closed his mouth immediately, his eyes wide, he clearly was confused by this reaction. Liam definitely should apologize now. “You like, speak all the time like anyone could be interested in what you are saying,” yeah, that definitely didn’t sound like an apology.

“Liam, what happened?” Theo asked slowly looking around like someone could tell him what was wrong. Liam scoffed but followed his gaze and noticed that everyone was staring at him now.

‘Fuck, oh fuck, they know, now they know everything and will kick me out,’ Liam thought.

“Little Wolf?” Theo asked again.

“Shut up, just shut up this all is your fault, shut up!” Liam snapped and there was no coming back now.

If Liam wasn’t so much focused on his anger and for a second would take a quick look around him he would be able to say that Theo was clearly shocked by this outburst but even more aghast by the fist that followed right after this. Liam saw as the chimera fell on the floor clearly feeling a sharp pain as his nose was broken. Again. What he also did notice was the fact that three pair of hands were holding him tightly so he won’t attack Theo one more time. Briefly, Liam glanced up only to notice that it was Scott, Mason and surprisingly Malia who were holding him. That also was the moment when Liam remarked that he actually never stopped screaming.

“That your fault do you hear me, that all on you. I hate you, hate you so much. What do you even thinking about yourself, huh, Theo? Acting like everything is fine like we all can fucking forget what you did last year! Well, guess what?! We will never forget! I will never forget! I won’t forget what a monster you were, what a monster you are!” Liam screamed and all Theo could do was listen.

“Liam-“

“No! you don’t get to say anything. I don’t wanna hear another beautiful lie leaving your mouth. I’m done with you!”

“Please-“

“I regret the day I pulled you from Hell! After all, that is where you belong! I wish you could just disappear from my life!” Liam also regrets the words he said the moment they left his mouth. Immediately the anger died out and was replaced with all-consuming guilt. He was stupid enough to take a look on Theo and the scene broke his heart as he saw the single crystal clear tear that was running down chimera’s face. Liam took a deep breath and nearly chocked because of the sticky scent. Sadness. Regret. Pain. He barely could detect the scent. Not that it really mattered. No one was holding him now but all eyes were on him, yet all he can look at was Theo’s hazel green eyes which were full of pain. The pain Liam caused and now had no idea how he could fix all this.

Liam actually opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he couldn’t find the strength to make a noise. And then something caught his attention. Theo’s right hand started turning into dust. The chimera rose his slowly disappearing hand. There was no fear in his eyes nor denying. Just acceptance.

That broke something in Liam.

‘I wish you could just disappear from my life!’ Liam heard his own voice in his head on repeat and that was driving him crazy.

“Theo-” Liam started but this time the chimera interrupted him.

“As you wish, Liam,” he only said and with that completely turned into dust.

Theo Raeken was gone. One moment he was there and next he wasn’t. And the last thing Liam said to him was that he hates him. Theo just died, as Liam assured himself, with the thought that he doesn’t belong here. That the only person he considered as a friend actually can’t stand his guts. This was too much.

For some seconds the room was completely silent.

And then Liam fell on his knees and screamed.

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tweenw · 6 years ago

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Han and Leia-(Stiles Stilinski)

Characters: Pretty much the whole pack, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Pairing: Eventual Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: None

Summary: Stiles and (Y/N) coincidentally match their Halloween costumes.

"Alright, listen up guys. We have two days to turn this somewhat boring yet stylish environment into a spooky house of horrors." I announce as I stride into Lydia’s library, interrupting the pack at geeking out over her house. Isaac's reading one of the many books while Stiles's playing around with a sword he found in a glass case in his room. I'm not even surprised, to be honest. This perfectly describes the two.

The pack stops and looks at me in shock, while Derek just looks like I told him I'm pregnant. He never has been one for parties. I roll my eyes at their expressions and stand aside in the doorway, making space for everyone to pile out. And I think that's when they snap out of their daze. Immediately, a few of them start talking over each other. But Stile’s voice is the loudest, as per usual.

"Whoa whoa whoa. What's this I hear about a party, (Y/N)?" Stiles sets his sword down. Well, that's what I said, right? God I swear sometimes he’s the most dense pack member.

"We're hosting a Halloween party and we can't cancel because I already sent out the invites" Lydia smiles, knowing that there's no way in Hell they'd let her do this unless they didn’t know about it in the first place.

"Who did you invite anyway?" Erica asks, a twinge of excitement in her voice. Ever since she’s been turned, her outlook on parties and social events has made a 180 degree turn.

"She invited just about half of the school. And Scott, you're gonna be the one hanging up cobwebs in high places. Go stretch." I glare at the poor guy and point at him while Stiles smirks in amusement a little.

"Now, get your keys Derek and Stiles, because we're going shopping for food and decorations. Oh! And costumes." Lydia explains and watches as terror slowly seeps into their eyes. This is the highlight of my week. This is what I live for.

I see Derek about to complain, but I give him one of my best bitchfaces which I've learned from him. "Derek, no. Think of all the nights I whined and complained because we either do research or sulk around all the time. I want this party and we are going to have this party, thanks to Lydia. I don't want anyone complaining, or so god help me." I growl at them, making sure I look as threatening as possible. But I'm as intimidating as a pink butterfly on a cupcake so I guess this might not be my best tactic. Although by the looks of it, it's working just fine.

"Now, guys get the cars running because we're turning this house spooky." Lydia grin as defeat engraves itself on their faces.

~Time about 3 hours~

"No way, (Y/N)." Derek exclaims, looking at the funny and ironic costume. What? It's pretty funny and awesome in my opinion. I throw the costume at him, basically forcing him to catch it. Next to him, Erica and Isaac cough to hide their laughs.

"Yes way, Derek. C'mon. Just once." I plead with him, watching as he has a mental debate with himself. And by the looks of it, I've won. He looks at me in defeat and puts the werewolf costume into the trolley alongside tons of decorations and food. Now, let's check on Stiles.

Speaking of the devil, Stiles appears next to me with a smirk and holds up a Han Solo costume.

"Well, I'll be sticking with this baby. Now, what's up next?" He asks as he sets his costume on top of Isaac’s police officer one with a chuckle. I think he's a little bit excited for this.

"Well, we still need to buy some alcohol, so Derek get on that one. Scott and Allison, take care of the snacks. I'll go and get some led lights. Meet at the checkouts in a few." I explain and turn around with the shopping cart to go and get my items.

~Time skip to the party so like... 45 hours?~

The two unimpressed boys and the half of the now-excited pack look up as Lydia and I enter the library in our costumes. Isaac winks at me, looking me up and down while Stiles’s face lights up as if he just realised who I was supposed to be dressed like. Scott even jokingly catcalls Lydia, who looks amazing in her mermaid costume.

"Wow (Y/N), I didn't think you'd have it in you. I know what you'll have in you by the end of the night though." Isaac calls out, muttering the last part so I barely hear it. Oh but I do. I glare at him and turn around heading towards the door. Over time, these comments have become harmless and only slightly annoying.

Any minute now the guests should be arriving. Lydia told them to bring alcohol and dress up in a Halloween costume, and I can't wait to see them look as ridiculous as Scott. I mean, c'mon. He’s is wearing a fireman's costume. And I guess there's never enough alcohol. I'll try and stay as sober as possible though so I can remember all the embarrassing actions these guys do and tease them about it later.

"Well, (Y/N), you certainly are living up to Leia. I bet you and Stiles will look cute when he comes." Erica comments, making me smile a little bit that she thinks that. I wouldn't have thought she'd seen Star Wars.

As soon as I reach Lydia’s door, there's a knock. Well, time to get it on. And not in the way Isaac always suggests. I open the door and see that it's Malia and Peter. But they're wearing costumes, which are pretty thoughtful to be honest.

Malia is wearing a nurse costume with blood and guts smeared across it. I hope they're fake. It's even topped with a little Red Cross hat and a scalpel. The dress is barely covering her backside and shows a lot of cleavage. Lucky night for Stiles, I guess, as much as it hurts me. She also has a small bag which looks like it contains alcohol.

Peter is dressed up as Charlie Chaplin as far as I can tell, and he's rocking it alright. He has a glass of wine in his hand which I'm not even surprised about and a pleasant smile on his face.

"Thanks for making it all the way here, just head down stairs. Others will arrive shortly." I say with a smile and open the doors further, letting them in and notice them check out the decorations in awe. Well, Malia is the one looking around in awe. She probably hasn’t celebrated Halloween before.

As if on cue, Allison, Aiden, Stiles and Liam appear in front of the door looking rather good, might I add.

Aiden is looking pretty amusing. He's like Isaac’s exact twin. From the worn sweater to the pink scarf, its like he fell out of his ass.

Aiden is sporting a Dracula costume, complete with a cape and fangs drenched in blood. I don't even want to know if it's fake or real. But ironic costume of choice, nonetheless, which I appreciate.

Allison has the striped yellow suit of the Bride from Kill Bill on. And let me tell you something. She's went all out on his outfit. It's pretty detailed, and I like it.

But what makes me chuckle the most is Stiles’s costume. He's wearing the Han Solo costume he bought a few days ago and that makes me laugh. Exactly the perfect match for my costume. He looks at me impressed. "I do believe this is a coincidence, (Y/N). Or maybe it's the universe trying to tell us something." Stiles smirks as the other three walk past, noticing how well in character he already is

I hear Aiden murmur. "Yeah, to suck it up and get a room" I'm not even surprised at his reaction. He just realised there's one less girl to hook up with. Not that I'm planning on doing such a thing with Stiles. Strictly friends.Just Stiles, my best friend who I’ve been crushing on for years.

Him coming dressed as Han Solo and me being dressed as Princess Leia is amusing. Time to see if he's a fake fan or if he'll stay true to his character.

"Well, do come in, scoundrel." I grin a little, almost as if I was trying out the waters. Well, in the movies Leia and Han have a lot of chemistry yet there’s merciless insults. Let’s see if he’s down to... Roleplay I guess?

If it were possible, his smile gets wider as he grabs a hold of my hand and starts kissing it. "You know playing hard to get will only delay the inevitable." An involuntary shiver runs down my spine as his lips connect with my skin. This is so unlike Stiles. I like it though. I start to laugh.

"Alright you two weirdos, the party's down here!" Erica yells from the library. I can sort of sense that she's already started downing our alcohol, even if it won’t do much to her. Oh, right. I pull away from Stiles unwillingly and let out a laugh as I walk into the room full of dancing people and the awkward Malia doing the 'white dad at a barbecue' dance. I leave the door open for others to just come in. This one will be worth staying sober for, even if it is just for a few minutes.

"Well, care to dance, Princess?" Stiles asks, not waiting for a response before he pulls my hand and drags me onto the 'dance floor', not once breaking any physical contact with me. Well, this night is weird so far. And we barely even started yet.

He spins me around in a few circles, not once breaking contact. “I love the costume by the way, nice job.”

I grin at him, my heart skipping a beat. He likes it.

“Why thank you. Yours isn’t half bad either, Solo.” I chuckle, and briefly pull away from him to grab a nearby bottle of some liqueur, before taking a few long gulps. Liquid courage, as Lydia calls it. I pass it to Stiles, who does the same, and then hands it to a passing by Allison.

His hands rest on my hips as a slower song comes on, the pack and a now more busy room pairing off to dance with their significant other. In this case, I’m dancing with my costume significant other.

For a few minutes, it’s just us swaying, before I feel the dull presence of alcohol, and let out a giggle. Without really questioning it, Stiles joins me, before we’re a giggling mess. I guess we’re loud to the point Erica and Derek stop next to us, her expression one of amusement and his of defeat, probably having been roped into the dance by his Beta.

“You know, it’s not really Han and Leia without the kiss.” She smirks, Derek rolling his eyes and pulling her away before she has a chance to say anything more.

Stiles looks uncertain, almost as if he’s having an inner battle with himself. I, on the other hand, seeing double, take a hold of my best friends face and pull him down for a deep kiss.

His lips feel soft against mine, hesitant at first, but then more eager than perhaps mine. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and pull me in a little closer, which I don’t object to. For a few brief seconds, it feels like it’s just the two of us. No pack members, no other high-schoolers and Derek’s old friends. Just my best friend and I.

All too soon he pulls away, but rests his forehead on mine, and his sweet breath fans my face.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that for the past year.” He grins, his hands holding my face. My lips mirror his, a smile now present on my face.

“Well, Solo, I’m glad you got what you wanted.”

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usermischief · 6 years ago

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lies bathed in moonlight

warnings: drug use, dark undertones, abusive behaviour, manipulation

“He said he’s too fucking busy… or too busy fucking? Listen, he just doesn’t have time for Scott’s bullshit.”

Stiles swallowed around the lump in his throat at Josh’s offhand comment. “I’m not here on behalf of Scott,” he urged taking a deliberate step into the house. Corey stood at the end of the dim hallway watching them in silence. There’s something eerie about the scenery, the empty walls, the boxes in the corners. It’s cold in here, lifeless. “I have to talk to him.” Another step. Nobody attempted to throw him out.

The chimeras looked at each other for a few moments.

Stiles tasted their anxiety.

Silence filled the house, crept into every corner of the hallway, into every corner of his body. Stiles crossed and uncrossed his arms, pushed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Nobody knew about his plan. Nobody knew where he’d gone. Other than Lydia, at least. But she still needed rest. He was alone for what it's worth. After all, he wasn’t on speaking terms with anybody else any longer. He’d broken up with Malia, he’d cut himself off from Scott, and Liam wouldn’t return his calls, too frightened what they might entail. Without the backup of a pack, he went and demanded to talk to the only person who knew what’s coming, the same person who was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, the same person who hadn’t hesitated before murdering Scott.

The last time they had seen each other, Theo had knocked him out on the stairs. It had been the first time he’d lost control over his strength in front of him. Stiles liked to pretend Theo hadn’t meant it. Naively, perhaps. But he couldn’t help himself.

“Listen, I don’t-“

“Theo!” Stiles yelled ignoring Josh trying to make him leave. “I need to talk to you. Get down here!”

Another silence greeted him. Shorter, this time. It took only half a minute and Corey’s anxious, almost inaudible whispers until a door upstairs opened and slammed shut. Footsteps followed, too loud to be Theo’s. It took mere seconds until Tracy appeared at the top of the stairs, skinny jeans in heeled ankle boots, tank top and cardigan too smooth to have been put on hastily, let alone indicate the rough handling sex with Theo would certainly involve. She put her hair in a bun as she walked down the stairs not even bothering to look at him.

Her anger made him crave.

A second time, he found himself hoping against better judgement, but he shook the thoughts off and hurried up the stairs. Out of all doors, only a single one was closed. Stiles licked his lips and stared at it for a few seconds. He had come prepared. He had come ready to get his way no matter the cost. This should be relatively easy. Theo had told him what he wanted, after all. If he gave that to him, at least for a little while, they could solve the problem before Beacon Hills laid in its ruins.

Stiles curled his fingers around the doorknob, disregarded knocking altogether, and pushed the door open. Moonlight lit up the most part of the room, painting shadows on the carpet. He caught a particular scent which hadn’t clung to Tracy before. His eyes flicked from the floor up to meet Theo’s. He sat on the windowsill, legs spread, and bare feet propped on a vintage trunk looking as if it had been remodelled to serve as a seating accommodation and storage. He wore nothing but sweatpants giving the moon enough room to draw on his skin. It rendered him dangerous and handsome at once.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Theo drawled leaning back to knock ash off his joint. Freshly lit by the looks of it.

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek and closed the door. His instincts didn’t reel in utter panic. He felt calm, despite logic trying to tell him otherwise. Although most people would consider him as a rational guy, the one with the plan, the researcher, Stiles knew that every decision he made, he based on one thing and one thing only: his gut feeling. Theo could pretend to be a predator all he wanted, Stiles wasn’t the prey but an equal; something Theo craved as much as he needed.

“I know what you’re planning,” he said crossing his wrists behind his back and leaned against the door.

Theo clicked his tongue. “Straight to the point.”

They were staring at each other in silence. Stiles closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “Don’t do it.”

Theo barked out a laugh, cold and brash, too short to be genuine. “Don’t do what?” He raised his left hand twisting the joint between his fingers. It’s more a demand than an invitation.

Stiles pushed himself off the door and crossed the short distance. On instinct, he surveyed the room. A bed made and untouched. Next to it, a nightstand full of clutter, two empty bottles, an energy drink, an empty ashtray, an AP biology book and a package of condoms; hard to tell if it had been touched or not. Opposite the bed was a drawer, underneath the second window a desk and a chair with a closed laptop, a smartphone, three books and a pizza box with a few slices left. Nothing he could potentially use as a weapon. Nothing personal either.

“Deucalion,” he said coming to a halt in front of the trunk, “stop looking for him.”

Theo smiled. “Smart boy.” His eyes roamed over his face. “How’d you figure it out?”

Stiles shrugged. “You didn’t get Scott’s power, so I figured you’re going for the next best thing.” Although Deucalion was very likely a lot stronger than Scott would ever be. But Theo didn’t know him like Stiles did. Deucalion played in a different league.

“Ah, of course.” There was that smile again, the little tip of his head. “But why, pray tell, don’t you want me to find him?” Theo turned the joint until the glow was directed at his own face. As Stiles reached for it, he pulled it away chuckling quietly. How naïve, the gesture screamed, and Theo offered him the joint again smirking now. It’s a simple game accompanying their conversation, once Theo was bored of it, Stiles had forfeited his chance. If he wanted to keep it going, he would have to continue playing hard to get yet occasionally give Theo what he expected to keep his mood in the clear. It’s a dangerous game with blurred lines.

Stiles put a hand on Theo’s knee letting his fingertips brush over the soft fabric before leaning forward a little. “Because he’ll kill you and your pack.”

A second time, Theo pulled the joint away as Stiles reached for it. “And you care?” He asked moving his hand in position again.

For a brief moment, Stiles’ grip tightened around Theo’s thigh. His anger was embedded in an oil spill, it didn’t need much to ignite it. “After he’s done with you,” he whispered forcing his fingers to relax, “he’ll come for my town.” Saying he cared might not be a complete lie, but Stiles knew better than to give up this information. He flicked his eyes upwards meeting Theo’s intense stare as he leaned forward even further. “If you want power,” Stiles added in a low voice, “there’s another way.”

Theo ran his free hand over his scruff, eyebrows twitching briefly, pupils dilated more than usual. “Really?” He asked placing the joint at his open mouth.

Stiles didn’t answer. Instead, he put his free hand on Theo’s thigh, barely higher than the other, and took a pull at the joint. The smoke was harsh and intrusive, unfamiliar but not unknown. The joint moved away from his lips, and Stiles sucked in a bit of air letting the smoke travel down to his lungs. It’s abrasive and unpleasant after such a long time but he didn’t cough. He tipped his head back, deliberately exposing his throat, as he exhaled.

Finger ghosted over his skin, never touching instead brushing over an invisible wall. “What way would that be, Stiles?” Theo asked flicking ash off the joint. He propped both hands on the edge of the windowsill and spread his legs a bit further, demonstrating his power via absolute indifference of potential risks.

Stiles decided now was the right time to throw cold water on Theo’s expectations. He pulled away and stretched idly. Instantly, the bittersweet taste of annoyance unfurled in the room. “Deucalion isn’t the answer,” he replied eventually pushing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

Theo’s gaze was palpable as he checked him out. The left corner of his mouth quirked up into a small, almost satisfied smirk. The annoyance ebbed away leaving his fox unsatisfied. Theo dragged on the joint himself, his eyes never drifting from Stiles’ body. He exhaled. “Are you going to be my answer?”

Stiles wet his lips and gestured at the joint, derailed the topic. “That’s a bit unnecessary, isn’t it?” He asked folding his arms over his chest. “It’s not affecting you.”

Theo chuckled quietly. “Afraid you’ll mess up your act?”

“Act?” Stiles echoed trying to keep his voice even.

Theo hummed and stood, dragged on the joint watching him. He didn’t inhale the smoke, however, beckoning Stiles over instead and set the drug in the ashtray. His eyes were intense in the half shadow. It’s impossible not to follow the pull, although he knew all too well what Theo was intending to do. The moment he’d gotten close enough, a hand appeared at the small of his back and Theo guided him closer tipping his head the smallest bit to the right.

Stiles parted his lips ignoring the rational part of him completely; he was too close, it’s too easy to lose control over the situation if he gave Theo too much. But he couldn’t help himself. He had just enough strength left to keep his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie, fingers linked together to make them harder to separate.

Theo leaned so close their lips might as well touch. He was blowing the smoke into Stiles’ mouth as his other hand crept up to the nape of his neck to fist his hair, to keep him in place. His gaze a physical sensation on his skin, Stiles inhaled as much as he could and exhaled, swallowed around the dryness in his mouth. But Theo still didn’t let go of him. “Look at you,” he drawled, eyes glowing amber in the moonlit room, “my little fox.”

It’s the way he said it, possessive, accompanied by a quiet growl, that made Stiles almost come undone.

Theo pushed him laughing, and Stiles caught himself on the dresser, anger boiling under his skin. He turned to lash out, but Theo was in front of him with intent and a gleam in his eyes that he could neither explain nor figure out. Stiles’ back hadn't even touched the wall as Theo pressed his mouth against his, fingers curling around his waist in a loose grip feeling like it meant to break. Stiles opened and closed his fists at his sides trying not to grab Theo, to kiss back as he stole what Stiles had refused to give.

Push him off, was what his mind urged him to do. But a small voice offered, Why? This is what I want, isn't it?

It was.

He wanted it badly.

When Theo bit his bottom lip, hard, in retaliation for his passiveness, Stiles groaned despite the sharp pain. A tongue pushed past his teeth, carrying the metallic tang of his own blood. His hands found their place on Theo’s hips (push him off!) and he drew him close. A satisfied growl churned in the back of his throat, paving a path straight to Stiles’ dick. Theo noticed, of course, he did, and he chuckled.

It broke the spell. Stiles shoved the chimera away. “You don’t get to do that,” he hissed wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as if that would get rid of the taste on his tongue.

“Do you really think, I’ll believe your little fairy tales, fox?” Theo asked stepping closer again although Stiles had both hands still raised. His emotions made a complicated cocktail of anger and something else, something he had never tasted before.

Stiles bared his teeth, straight and white and human. “Don’t call me that.”

Theo laughed quietly. “If you want me to stop going after Deucalion, I need an incentive, Stiles.” Don’t call me that either, he wanted to say. Not when the way his name rolled off his tongue sounded like a prayer. Theo stepped back into his personal space. Stiles’ hands found their places on his shoulders without making an effort to keep him at a distance. He felt his skin and muscles move as Theo reached up cupping his cheek so softly it might as well be a dream although it felt like a threat. “More than the promise of power somewhere along the line.”

It also might be enough for Stiles to lose everything he had worked so hard to keep. Not Scott, he had already burned his bridges. His pride, his heart, himself. He was too afraid to humanise Theo, too afraid that this might be all that’s needed. He took a breath, swallowed his feelings whole and yanked Theo’s hand away. “I’m trying to help you, you ungrateful dick.”

Theo snarled. His fingers curled into the front of his hoodie. “Fine.” He’s aggressive in his movements, violent almost as he dragged Stiles out of the room and down the hallway, back to the stairs. “I never lied to you,” Theo told him, his eyes flickering back and forth between amber and their normal colour as if he couldn’t control it; perhaps he couldn’t, perhaps Stiles had pushed him too far. “I came clean to you about everything and you continue to play your games.” They reached the top of the stairs. Far too easily, Theo lifted him off the ground. Stiles had one shot at mercy, so he took the fall. “Crawl back to your True Alpha.”

He hit the stairs with a thud. The pain barely registered; a dull echo somewhere in the distance. He’d feel it tomorrow, in a few hours. When he hit the bottom of the stairs, unscathed, with the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth, Stiles kept his head bowed, kept at the ground, at the feet of the chimera pack who’d hastily moved out of the way. He opened his mouth, watched a string of blood drop from his lips to the ground. This was meant to hurt his ego not him. He could taste the tinge of regret from Theo, but the chimera didn’t move.

Stiles looked up, slowly, felt the blood cling to his chin. Theo stood unmoving, arms crossed over his chest, a king in his palace. When they locked eyes, Stiles forced out a choked sob. “I need you,” he breathed, lowering his head to mimic the submission Theo needed. “I can’t do this without you.”

Two sentences, a few seconds of patience and Theo’s composure broke. He landed on silent feet in front of Stiles and crouched down, fingers curling around his chin impossibly soft. Stiles wished he wouldn’t crave his touches so much. “Of course,” Theo whispered wiping the blood off his skin with a soft smile. “I’m sorry.” Words Stiles hadn’t expected to hear, words he wasn’t sure were true. But Theo ran his fingers through his hair, and maybe he didn’t care all that much. “Come here.”

Stiles did, leaned up and pressed his lips against Theo’s in a needy kiss, knowing it’s what Theo wanted, what Stiles needed no matter how much he hated himself for it. Theo grabbed his hair and kept him close, pushing his tongue past compliant lips and teeth. Stiles kissed him with everything he had, with more than he should, wondering briefly how much of it was part of his game, wondering if he needed to end things when Beacon Hills was safe again. Stiles was already acquainted with the monster in his head, perhaps having one in his bed was the only logical conclusion.

Theo tugged at his hair, and he moved away. “Do not betray me, fox.”

Stiles looked him straight in the eye, smiled. “I won’t.” And the words didn't taste so bitter in his mouth.

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