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thedaughterofkings · 7 years ago

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ceo of matchmaking

It’s the last day of the @laurahale-appreciation week and today it’s the Dealer’s Choice, and because I can’t resist a chance to remind fandom of Neckz’N’Throats and how there totally should be more Neckz’N’Throats fic, have almost 2k of Neckz’N’Throats fic with matchmaking CEO Laura (and Sterek of course). Happy reading!

Laura loves her job.

She’s one of the youngest CEO’s in the country, possibly even the whole world. She runs one of the most successful werewolf magazine - and yes, some might call Neckz’N’Throats a skin mag, but it really is so much more than that and Laura has worked tirelessly to get it recognised as a respectable piece of journalism. Sure, the name still says it all - they show a lot of necks and throats, tastefully photographed to the maximum enjoyment of their mostly werewolf audience, but Laura takes pains to ensure that the pages of her magazine are not filled with blank faces and dead eyes. Her models are paid adequately, with all the insurances and securities necessary, and if there’s even the slightest hint that someone is not there just because they enjoy being photographed, Laura steps in and tries to figure out an arrangement that’s beneficial to both parties. It has worked well enough so far and has given her a reputation of being a fair and respectful employer that she’s proud of and strives to keep up.

Neckz’N’Throats did start out with just what it says on the tin: vulnerable necks and throats on display, meant to titillate and excite, but Laura has dared to branch out from that. She has introduced models from all kinds of backgrounds, aiming for diversity in all aspects, be it size, colour, or species. Then she started shooting couples - mated ones tend to be more popular, that special connection even shining through the glossy pages of a spread. Her most popular pair so far are Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore. Lydia started shooting for Neckz’N’Throats first, her lily white neck ticking every box on most hot blooded werewolves.

Not that Laura would know, being ace has both its advantages and disadvantages when heading a skin mag. On the one hand she still doesn’t quite get what “sexy” is even supposed to mean though she’s fared well enough in that respect by hiring models because of aesthetics and charisma - and employing actual hot blooded werewolves to advise her. On the other hand she is never ever tempted to leer at her employees creepily - and sadly enough that still seems to be a stand alone feature in her profession.

Either way, Laura hires Lydia because she exudes self-confidence and makes it clear right there in her job interview that this is just a way to have fun and earn easy money while she’s working to become the youngest recipient ever of the Field’s Medal. Laura is instantly charmed and her readers are too; Lydia’s editions regularly need to be reprinted because the demand is so high. That only gets worse - or better if you ask Laura and her wallet - when Lydia gets her then boyfriend Jackson to join her. Together they are the two main faces representing Neckz’N’Throats to the public, aside from Laura of course.

Lydia and Jackson are also the two main models in the spread that wins Laura her first Pulitzer Prize - focused on portraying non-traditional mating pairs. The picture of Lydia standing over Jackson, whose neck was clearly on display was perfectly innocent by human standards, but caused an uproar in the were community that Laura didn’t expect to be that strong herself.

It’s not all mated couples and shaking up traditional values (though the pearl clutches don’t read her magazine anyways, so Laura has no qualms about keeping up the shaking up in the future), though, getting to shoot a pair that has only just met and is still figuring out how to interact, still more or less fighting it out for dominance right there on the page can be fun, too, and creates great sales figures, too.

“It’s the thrill of the hunt,” Peter loves to say, smarmy grin firmly in place, and that’s why they don’t let him out of his cave. With his cave being a veritable mansion that pretty young people love to be invited to, Peter sadly doesn’t mind much. And he writes the best articles, Laura has to grudgingly admit. Somehow all that smarm doesn’t translate to the page and the fact that he never leaves his house just adds to the intrigue and helps further the sales of her magazine, so Laura just makes sure he doesn’t act out too much and lets him have his fun otherwise.

She’s more worried about Derek anyways.

Unlike Cora, who is still off finding herself in South America - at least she sends postcards now, Laura would prefer not having to hunt down her wayward sister again, just because she forgot to let any of them know she’s still alive for half a year - Derek works for Neckz’N’Throats, too. Sadly enough not in front of the camera, because Laura knows number of subscriptions would jump up tremendously if he ever appeared on the glossy pages, but behind it. And really, Laura can’t complain, something about Derek’s looks compared with his glower and ‘fuck if I care’ attitude gets the best pictures out of her models. She suspects that it’s a knock to the ego for all of these beautiful, charismatic people that Derek basically comes in, takes his pictures, and leaves again. And so they all try to get a rise out of him by any means possible. But no one has had any success yet, and at the end of each work day Derek disappears into his cave again - a loft in his case, wonderfully light, and airy, and openspaced, but Laura guesses that doesn’t matter if you never have anyone over who can look from the kitchen through the living room straight into your bedroom.

Enter Stiles Stilinski.

Lydia is the one who brings him, more or less forcing Laura to call him in for an interview, despite him having no experience and no portfolio at all. But the moment Stiles comes in through the door, Laura makes a mental note to never doubt Lydia again.

Because Stiles? Is perfect werewolf bait.

He has a long vulnerable neck and he keeps tilting his head back to laugh and it makes even Laura want to bite him - and she hasn’t struggled with her control in years. His doe eyes almost glow beta golden and there’s a twinkle of mischief in them that promises a good time to be had by all. His hair is messy and just the right length to bury your hand in and tug, to tilt his head back further and really put that throat on display. The series of moles that marks his skin is just begging to be licked, and if Laura notices all of that being ace, she doesn’t even want to try imagining what every even slightly male orientated werewolf thinks seeing Stiles.

She’s tempted to hire him on the spot, but as Derek is the one who’ll have to photograph him, he gets the final call. Usually that meeting boils down to a handshake, a hard stare, and either a nod or a shake of the head, and then that’s settled. This time, Derek starts with a wide eyed stare which quickly transforms into a vicious glare that would make anyone sensible duck and run. Stiles just grins though and starts forward towards Derek, all the while saying: “Hi, you must be Derek, Lydia already told me how much of a sourwolf you are!” Laura is already saying goodbye to her dream circulation which she’s sure they could have reached with this guy on the front, but no way is Derek going to agree to shoot him now.

But then Stiles stretches out his hand towards Derek, palm up, so the vulnerable inside of his arm is on display and tilts his head aside in blatant submission. And Laura can see Derek’s nostrils flare and the electric glow of his eyes flashing for just a moment even though he ducks his head to hide it and thinks: “Oh.”

Through it all Stiles remains seemingly oblivious, chattering on about how he admires their stance on werewolf rights and their attempts to clear up old superstitions and preconceptions. He also compliments Derek’s work and how he doesn’t photograph a mere canvas, the outside of a person, but their inner, hidden soul. Derek stares at Stiles with the most obvious hearteyes Laura has ever seen in her life (though given the ratio of eyebrow to rest of face that Derek has, the hearteyes still look rather glowery), and Laura wonders how Stiles doesn’t see the effect he’s having, but he just keeps talking and waving his arms around, spreading his scent and to some extent he has to know what he’s doing, because that greeting was automatic and instinctive, not studied. But on the other hand he seems to be completely oblivious to everything else he’s doing - that is push every single button Derek has in the best way possible.

Eventually Laura can’t bear to watch the awkward flirting - oblivious on the one side, reluctant, but helpless not to, on the other side. So Laura coughs and bites back a smirk when they both startle and blush, obviously having forgotten she’s in the room, too.

“Well?” she asks and Derek clears his throat and finally steps away from Stiles, muttering gruffly: “We’ll be out again in a moment and will let you know our decision then.” Laura can’t help raising her brows in surprise because that is not how they usually do it. But she decides to wait and see what Derek’s plan is and follows him out of the room with a wink and a smile to Stiles, who waves back at her awkwardly and blushes even brighter.

“So what do you say?” Laura asks as soon as the door falls shut behind them, secure in the knowledge that Stiles doesn’t have werewolf hearing. “I think he’d make a great addition to our team - he’s unbonded, so no mate to shoot with him yet, but I think Boyd or Isaac or perhaps even Erica would make a great match for him and produce some great pictures.”

“No!” Derek exclaims and Laura has to bite back a laugh because he has walked right into her trap. “What? You don’t like him?” she asks innocently and Derek shakes his head vehemently: “No, I just meant - no couple shoots for him, unless …” and here he descends into barely audible mumbling, though Laura can guess what he’s saying. Still, a prerogative of being the big sister is teasing her younger brother, so she asks sweetly: “Sorry, I didn’t get that?”

“No couple shoots unless they are with me,” Derek bites out and that’s how Stiles Stilinski ends up with a clause in his contract with Neckz’N’Throats that as good as declares him and Derek Hale mates.

Now Derek only needs to actually ask him out.

Laura totally believes in her brother. And while he’s still gathering his courage, she’ll sit back and enjoy the awkward attempts at flirting. They’ll get there eventually. Laura will make sure of it - by scheduling as many couple shoots for the two of them as is necessary. And because Derek obviously can’t take the pictures if he’s in front of the camera, Laura will be so kind and take the time out of her busy schedule to be their photographer. And if she makes them cuddle and kiss then that will be for purely artistic reasons. Obviously.

Laura loves her job.

#lhaw17 #Laura Hale #Sterek #teen wolf #neckz'n'throats #my fic #my Sterek fic #I managed to write something for each day!#okay I combined the first four into one fic but that's also the longest so there's that #yay :DDDDD #happy reading everybody!#I'm actually quite happy with this one :D

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stereksummerexchange · 7 years ago

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Bad Karma

@ritarmandi - After a bit of lurking on your tumblr, it seems you have a soft spot for magic!Stiles, so here, have some magic!Stiles causing a bit of mischief from the POV of an unwitting outsider!

by @kai-strex

Josh has come to learn that everything about Stilinski is a little odd.

Note: I have zero experience with college dorms.

Josh never believed in karma until he got to college. In just the first two weeks, Micah broke the vending machine that gave access to the nearest supply of chips and then every shower ran cold no matter which stall he stepped in; Brett set off the fire alarm at four in the morning and then had a pipe burst in the bathroom all over his only pair of shoes, which stayed dripping wet for an entire week despite being left on the radiator at every spare moment; and after Andy and Craig ‘accidentally’ ate the leftover pizza belonging to Stilinski - Josh’s dorm room neighbour - their room became a wifi deadzone. (Two months later and they’re still being forced to set up shop in the hallway with no fix managed. Stilinski always looks oddly gleeful whenever he sees them huddled out there.)

Though, Josh has come to learn that everything about Stilinski is a little odd. He grows herbs on the windowsill of the room he shares with McCall, has intricate red tattoos swirling up his arm like vines - probably the latest hipster trend that he’ll find himself regretting in six months time - and Josh is pretty sure his geeky, thick-framed glasses have no prescription, even though he always makes a point to perch them on his nose whenever he stares at the blank pages of the leatherbound book he carries everywhere with him.

Josh hasn’t really had much to do with him - except for that one time their hands brushed and he got an electric shock - but the guy’s door is always open and seems to be admitting a never ending stream of visitors. They leave with small packets of said ‘herbs’, leading Josh to the only conclusion that he must be the dorm’s resident dealer. (Once, he thought he saw the guy hand a nervous, waif-like girl a tiny stoppered vial of acid green liquid - though when he blinked, it turned out it was just a novelty eraser and Stilinski flashed him a wink.)

Josh is all for everyone finding their recreation wherever they please but he’s surprised at how blatant Stilinski’s activities are. It’s probably the reason for their RA’s eyebrows pulling down into a scowl whenever he catches sight of the guy.

Stern but fair, Derek is probably the best RA Josh could have hoped for, but something about Stilinski seems to just rub him the wrong way. Whenever he’s in the vicinity, Derek is all but gnashing his teeth and when Stilinski flutters his eyelashes and smiles that impish grin of his, it - inconceivably - ties the usually articulately-spoken RA’s tongue into knots.

It hadn’t taken long for a secret betting pool to open up predicting when they’d finally get each other’s clothes off. Josh’s prediction passed by a week ago so he’s down ten bucks to Micah, the only one of them who’d guessed it would take this long. Lucky son of a bitch. Or maybe it’s the karma? He’d better watch out. It has a habit of turning at the drop of a hat around here.

Josh is running late one morning in early November, cursing his lucky roommate who has a late start as he fumbles their door closed behind him. He’s just wrestling his bag onto his shoulder when Derek storms across the corridor and slams into Stilinski’s room.

“Stop it,” he snarls.

“Stop what?” comes Stilinski’s voice, dripping with airy innocence.

“You know what.”

“Get Isaac to apologise and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Isaac Lahey is the most recent victim of the karma curse, waking up yesterday morning with hands somehow stained bright red, though Josh has no idea what he did to bring that down on himself. He doesn’t know what problem Stilinski could have with him either.

There’s a thud and as Josh inches by, he sees Derek pressing Stilinski against the wall, hands fisted in his collar. Josh has heard the phrase ‘seeing red’, but for a moment he’s sure Derek’s eyes are actually glowing.

“If I’d have known you liked it rough, Sourwolf, I would have invited you in sooner.” Stilinski leans closer to Derek whose resident scowl has melted and now he just looks dazed, ears pinking. And is he staring at Stilinski’s lips? The way they quirk up at the corners say it hasn’t escaped Stilinski’s notice.

Josh accelerates down the hallway as Derek barrels out of the room and back to his own. He doesn’t need to be seen putting his nose where it doesn’t belong. He also doesn’t have the precious seconds to spare.

Thursdays are Josh’s longest day of classes so the dizzying trek to the top floor of the dorms that he usually considers the bane of his existence is, for one day a week, a blessed relief.

Derek and Stilinski are having a hushed conversation at the top. Despite having never met before, Josh has spotted them whispering in corners since their very first day in the dorms and at least three times a week since. They’re always accompanied by Derek’s usual scowl, but what’s not so usual is how serious Stilinski always looks. Josh has never been able to catch what they’re saying and the discussion today ends as he crests the final flight. It’s so commonplace he doesn’t even wonder what they mutter about anymore.

Derek nods at Josh as he starts to make his own descent, a stack of paper in one hand, and Stilinski has his elbows draped over the banister, watching.

“Just remember what I said,” Derek says to Stilinski over his shoulder.

“Sure thing, Alpha,” Stilinski purrs.

There’s a choking sound and swish of paper and Josh looks back to see Derek’s worksheets spiralling down the stairwell. He’s staring open-mouthed at Stilinski whose eyes sparkle above a wicked smile.

Josh shakes his head and continues his weary trudge towards his room. These guys are driving him crazy.

He’s jolted awake that very same night by Stilinski yelling, “I can take care of myself!”

There’s urgent shushing and a low, rumbling murmur that can only belong to Derek. Josh lifts his head from his pillow, straining his ears.

Stilinski is hissing, “You’re the one who nearly got your arm ripped off by that other Alpha.”

Getting into a fight with some fraternity? That doesn’t sound like usual Derek behaviour. Though, by the sounds of it, he was defending Stilinski’s honour, in which case it makes perfect sense.

Can’t they just bone already? Josh asks himself as he rolls over and tugs the sheets over his head. He just wishes he had the courage to open his door and yell it at them.

The next morning, Josh spies Stilinski and Derek in line in the cafeteria, standing close, though it looks like Stilinski is giving the RA the cold shoulder. The argument of the night before clearly hasn’t been resolved. Josh can’t help eavesdropping.

“What, are you going to punish me this time?” Derek is asking. “Turn all my course notes to Japanese? Zap all my underwear to the moon?”

Stilinski smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Derek scowls coolly back, and though he can’t put his finger on why, Josh finds himself gulping for him.

When he gets back to the dorms after classes, all of Derek’s shirts have mysteriously been sliced open from collar to hem. It’s not exactly unusual for Derek to be walking around the dorm without a shirt, but Stilinski still leans against his doorframe and leers at Derek’s bare torso whenever he stomps by.

The next night, Josh goes for drinks at a friend’s place off campus which is exactly what he needs to get away from the weird and downright impossible goings on at the dorm, like the fact that all of Derek’s shirts had been inexplicably restored when he woke up that morning or that he’s ninety-percent sure he saw a black wolf jumping out of Stilinski’s dorm window in the middle of the night. He has no idea what’s going on anymore.

He’s still feeling pleasantly buzzed when he gets back to the dorm at one in the morning, already chalking everything up to sleep deprivation and the stress of an increasing workload.

As he passes Stilinski’s room, a thud comes from inside, followed by Derek snarling, “Jesus, Stiles, you can’t just-”

Josh heaves a sigh and rolls his head on his shoulders in exasperation. He’s had enough of their shit.

Fuelled by his liquid courage, he spins round and slams the door open. He realises too late that there was probably a reason why it was closed for once.

“Okay, that’s it, will you two just-”

The words shrivel in his throat as he takes in the two of them sprawled across Stilinski’s bed, Derek’s jeans undone and slipping down his thighs, Stilinski with his shirt off and revealing that his tattoos spread all the way up his arms, across his chest and down his stomach, all the way to the spot above his belly button where Derek had been in the midst of tracing them with his tongue.

“Oh,” Josh squeaks. “As you were.”

He pulls the door shut with a snap and stands frozen in the corridor for a few long seconds, already pretending that Derek’s mouth full of fangs and Stiles’ eyes shining gold was just a trick of the light. He focuses instead on the triumph of About time! as he continues on to his own room with a spring in his step resulting from the alcohol and a vehement denial of reality. His internal celebrating lasts even through Stilinski’s choruses of “Fuck, Derek, oh fuck-” echoing through the wall, even though that’s something he could really have done without hearing, ever.

On the bright side, he thinks, as he pulls his pillow over his head to block out the world he no longer understands, Maybe it will finally put an end to their constant bickering.

The next morning, he’s awoken by a monumental crash next door.

“STILES.”

Maybe not.

#stereksummerexchange17 #sse17 #sterek #submission #fic

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randomfandomimagine · 8 years ago

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Free Spirit. Chapter 24: The Ritual

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The air felt heavy, the environment filled with dead silence and anxiety. Not only because of the fact that they were afraid to disturb Scott and Catori if they spoke up. But none of them felt like chatting at the moment.

Lydia and Malia exchanged a restless glare. The latter sighed loudly in restlessness.

Everyone was thinking the same thing. Worrying about their friends’ wellbeing and wondering whether them taking too long was a bad sign.

A sudden sharp and loud intake of breath caught their attention. That could only mean that Catori and Scott were done.

Everyone dashed to the other room to meet with their four friends.

“Are you okay?” Lydia was the first one to break the silence.

The redhead eyed each one of them, even if only Catori nodded. The rest of them were quiet and absent.

Scott made a face of displeasure as he removed his claws from the girl’s nape. She groaned in pain and clutched onto Stiles’ hand even tighter since she was already holding it.

For a moment, she leaned forward in her seat and breathed heavily. Everyone looked at the both of them with worried eyes. But then, with the help of Stiles, the brown-haired girl stood up. It was clear that she was shaking and still recovering from that exchange, but she didn’t care.

“Did you see anything?” Derek piped up, glancing at Scott, who appeared to be weak and unstable.

Lydia went to hug Catori tight while he replied. Meanwhile, Malia went to speak with the dazed Stiles while everyone else observed. They patiently waited for the alpha to speak up.

“Lydia was right” Catori smiled feebly. “It triggered my sybil powers, I remember what I saw during my blackouts now”

“Everything?” Liam exclaimed, surprised.

She nodded, rubbing the back of her neck absently, there where the scar from Vanessa’s minion was reopened.

“Well?” Derek was getting impatient and anxious. “What did you see?”

“Chandrika” Scott began to say gravely. “We know where the ritual-“

“What are we waiting for then?” Malia was resolved to get it over with as fast as possible. “Let’s go there! Where is it?”

“No” Catori just said, her eyes shifting from Scott to Stiles to Lydia.

The latter was holding her hand for comfort, even if she was staring at the two boys in unease.

“Don’t you know where it is?” Derek frowned, piercing her with his intense green eyes.

Catori stared off into the distance in deep thought. She knew exactly where the ritual was going to happen, she could never mistake that place both Scott and her witnessed inside her mind.

“There’s more to it, isn’t it?” Stiles finally talked after his long and unusual hush.

Again, the room fell victim of a silent spell. No one dared to break it, until finally Catori did after several seconds.

“Now that I remember, I know” She took a deep breath as her shaky fingers left her neck. “What I saw in my… my…”

“Prophecies?” Kira tried to help her, seeing as she struggled to find the right word.

“In my prophecies…” Catori settled for that word for the moment. “Chandrika is some sort of spirit, a really bad one”

“Wait” Deaton had been quiet for the entire time as well, but decided it was a good time to add something to the conversation. “A spirit?”

“What is it?” Lydia asked the doctor, observing him with her green eyes wide open.

“One of the trio principles the triquetra can be used for is life, death and reincarnation”

“What?!”

“They want to bring it back…”

“And what, let the spirit roam free? That sounds terrible!”

Catori shook her head vehemently, horrified by the images of the ritual she saw thanks to her sybil nature.

“They don’t plan on letting it free” Scott nervously licked his lips. “What would a free spirit be of use to them?”

“Then what’s her plan?” Stiles bit his lip so hard that it could start bleeding any minute.

“They need a body, a volunteer” Catori’s gaze was meaningful enough for him to understand.

His theory of them needing Catori and using them after they were done harboring her power wasn’t so farfetched after all. He found a huge relief, however, thinking that she was safe from that.

“What are they gonna do once Chandrika is back?”

“Probably something evil” Liam said with fake cheerfulness.

“And who is the volunteer?” Kira wondered aloud, exchanging glances with her friends. “If we find it, we might be able to control Chandrika”

“That, we don’t know” Scott said, saddened.

“Even if we knew, it wouldn’t be that easy” On an instinct to relief her nerves, Catori brought her nails to her lips and started chewing on them.

“Norman!” Derek piped up when an idea suddenly popped up in his head. “Maybe that’s how he fits in all of this”

“It would only make sense” The other boy muttered in deep thought. “It would explain why Vanessa is interested in an omega or wants anything to do with his pack”

Before anyone else said anything, Stiles piped up. He had been extremely quiet those last minutes, even if he had barely said anything for the entire thing.

“I know how we can control it” Something in his behavior told everyone he had a plan. But only Scott and Catori –maybe Lydia too –knew him well enough to realize they didn’t want to hear it.

“I have experience dealing with evil spirits, I could-“

“No” Even if the rest were definitely horrified by the idea as well, Scott was the first to oppose.

Catori felt his aura shift drastically, from his usual calm and friendly to heavily angry and outraged. That was a clear sign that it was a serious matter.

“Stiles…” Lydia whispered, devastated.

“It almost killed you” Scott shook his head, refusing to let him do it.

“It’s the only way”

“It is not”

“What are you talking about?”

Stiles uncomfortably shifted around and glanced at Catori when she asked. He then sighed with his chest tight and looked away as he began to reply.

“The Nogitsune” That word reminded her of Kira because of the fact that she was a ‘Kitsune’.

The girl wondered if the Japanese fox like creature had something to do with it as she subtly looked over to Scott’s girlfriend.

“And what does it have to do with Chandrika?”

“I was possessed by it and survived, maybe I could serve as the vessel for Chandrika too…” The boy made a pause, keeping his eyes on the floor to avoid all the glares of concern. “At least long enough for you guys to do something about it”

“Do what?”

“Undo the ritual”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“I should do it instead” Scott offered, placing a hand over his friend’s shoulder.

“No, if anyone’s doing it that should be me” Stilinski fidgeted around. “I’m the one who has experienced it before and-“

“We need a plan B” Catori couldn’t stand hearing them talk about who would sacrifice himself and needed to interrupt the conversation.

“No we don’t, I can do it”

“I’m not letting you do this unless we have a plan B, Stiles”

“But-“

“And I’m only letting you do it because it’s our very last hope” Her voice broke, showing how heartbroken she felt deep down.

Upon gazing at her, he noticed. But Catori didn’t mind showing weakness anymore, and less in front of him after all they had been through.

“My thoughts exactly” Scott’s eyes were shinning, they were getting watery. “If we had more time, we could find another way, but…”

“That’s why!” Stiles exclaimed impatiently. “We don’t have time!”

After a good two minutes of complete silence in which everyone was too immersed in their own thoughts to speak up out of concern, Deaton piped up.

“Does anyone have a plan B?” The man was obviously resigned and angry with himself for not knowing.

“I think I do…” Catori showed a half smile, exchanging a look with Stiles.

“What is it?”

“Vanessa is a selkie, right?” When he nodded, she kept talking. “Well, I might have something on her”

Stiles squinted in concentration, trying to think of what they found out when they were researching selkies together. When an idea popped into his mind, he thought he knew what Catori was getting at.

“I need to think more about it” She excused herself, biting her lip. “But it might work”

Since they all began to talk amongst themselves and give Catori a little bit of space to think her plan through, the attention was diverged off her.

“Why don’t we use your plan instead?” Scott whispered to her, trying to have some privacy taking the opportunity that no one paid attention to them.

“That’s what we’re gonna do” Catori replied as though it was obvious, with a cunning grin. “I’m not letting him do it, Scotty”

“But you said-“

“Maybe I lied”

Neither of the two said anything for a few seconds, they just held the other’s glances.

“So what’s that plan B of yours?” Derek asked the girl as he tiredly leaned on the wall.

Shrugging, the brown-haired girl decided to tell them even if she hadn’t thought it through yet. Before she began to tell everyone what her idea was, however, Catori couldn’t help but to glance at Stiles yet again.

She wouldn’t let him go on with his plan even if that was the last thing she did. And she knew that Scott and the rest were with her on that.

Even the sound of the Jeep door slamming shut made Catori jump. It felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, like any of them could die any minute. Like her life could take a nasty turn any second.

She looked around to their friends as they got out of the other car and they all gathered before walking into the ritual zone. The girl gulped as she looked up to the sky and saw the full moon shining bright, bathing them with the moonlight that she took as a bad omen.

Someone suddenly held her hand, making her look down again. At first she thought it was Stiles, but those hands were too soft and calm to be his.

Catori glanced at Lydia, who squeezed her hand soothingly and in seek of comfort. She nodded to the redhead and sighed, tightening the grip herself.

The girls proceeded to start walking closer to the exact place where the ritual was taking place. But someone stopped them.

Even right there in front of Lydia, Stiles held Catori by the chin and grinned at her. Before she could say anything, and gifting her with a wink out of the blue, Stiles leaned in.

Their lips lightly met for a few seconds, passionately, before he pulled away and hurriedly ran off. The sybil followed Stiles with her eyes as he went with Scott and moved forward.

“What was that for?!” Catori shouted at him, getting no response.

When exchanging a gloomy look with Lydia, she realized what that kiss had meant.

It meant that Stiles was afraid. He was terrified of thinking about what they were going to do, about his plan and about the fact that he might not live to tell the deed. And that he wanted to give Catori a last kiss just in case.

Catori sighed desolate and lowered her head as she kept on walking. She refused to look up and face the situation. She was content with staring at the withered yellow grass under her converse.

Only when Catori heard Lydia gasp and felt the shift in everyone’s aura, did she look up. And then she understood why everyone felt so alert and tense.

Before their eyes stood Vanessa, as imposing as ever.

Her piercing dark eyes challenged them smugly to go along with the grin plastered on her lips painted red. Her black hair seemed even darker and wilder in that dim light, resembling that of a lion.

Along with her, of course, was her pack. Surprisingly, Norman was there too, which meant that Vanessa probably still had some use for him. Otherwise, why would an omega be with an alpha, especially in such a special moment?

There was a single grave next to Vanessa, and on the stone was just written the word ‘Chandrika’, long ago carved into it. It wasn’t a full name, just that word, which gave her shivers.

That spirit was once very powerful, so much so that apparently its original name had been long forgotten. All that was left of it was Chandrika, like a bad omen of something terrible incoming.

Just below the name was the triquetra symbol, as though it was often associated with Chandrika. As though it was the spirit’s symbol as well as the triskelion like one.

The sudden sound of lightning startled them all. Catori visibly jumped up because of it. She bit her bottom lip as she looked over to Vanessa and saw an evil smirk plastered on her red lips. She was causing the storm, since selkies had the power to do it.

Catori wanted to cry, but refused to let herself do it. Even if she knew Lydia enough to know what she was thinking not only by the look on her face, but also thanks to their seer connection.

The banshee was sure of one thing. Someone was going to die during the ritual.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE LAST! MAYBE AN EPILOGUE AFTER THAT, BUT THE STORY WILL CLOSE ON CHAPTER 25! SO EXCITED!

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The Pull (5/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. 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: 3461

Warnings: Angst, Some friendly fluff

As always, let me know what you think. Questions, comments, concerns.. the whole 9 yards are welcome! You can either send me a message orleave a note in the comments :)

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It’s a couple days later and Peter and Derek were both gone. You were beginning to worry but you weren’t sure who you could reach out to you. If you told your dad, he would be pissed and who knew what he would do. You make the decision to not tell him anything, though you are going to tell Isaac. If you haven’t heard from either one by next week you’d tell your dad.

Sitting on your bed, you pulled open your laptop and sipped on your coffee. The last few nights had been sleepless. The terrors were back but you hadn’t said a word to Isaac. Allison’s visions had been getting worse and you didn’t want him to feel like he had to pick between either of you. So, you’re on the second cup this morning. The coffee was stronger and you’d even started drinking it black. As you sipped, your screen lit up and you smiled as you accepted the incoming video call. As the picture transforms, you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face, it was so good to see him again. “Hi Daddy!”

It had only been a week since you had las talked to them but since the bond had muted, it made the week feel exponentially longer. So, you had spent the morning talking to your dad and your brothers. Everyone sent their love and you asked your dad some questions about The Pull before he got off the line.

It’s after the conversation with your dad that you decide to talk to Isaac. You’re going to tell him about The Pull and why it is that you’re in Beacon, to begin with. Sending your new friend a text, the two of you arrange to meet at the McCall house for a late lunch.

You’re nervous when you pull up to the McCall house. You know that what you’re going to say sounds kind of crazy to anyone who doesn’t know your family or their story. Thankfully, though, Scott's bike is gone and it seems like Isaac\ is the only one at the house right now. Isaac opened the door for you and you both made your way to the living room and just like that first night, you sit in the corner of the larger couch. This time, you tuck your legs under your chin, making yourself as small as possible.

Isaac sits on the other couch in the living room and watches you. Whatever it is you want to talk to him about can’t be good if you're trying to shrink in front of his eyes. He decides not to say anything just yet, figuring that you’ll start talking about whatever you wanted to talk about when you’re ready. All you had said was that it’s important.

The silence that falls between the two of you is not uncomfortable though it is heavy. You’re debating the best way to start this conversation when you figure it’s easier to just start off with what he knows, so taking a deep breath you jump in “What did Derek tell you? About why I’m here.”

Isaac looks a little sheepish but says “That you’re being pulled here. Pulled here to meet someone. He said it started before the whole Nemeton thing and that the further from this person you are, the more pain you’re in…”

Isaac is silent for a moment and then, after a beat, he continues “He also said that if you don’t find this person, that things can get really ugly.”

The chuckle that escapes your lips is a bitter one. You aren’t at all surprised that Derek shared what he did. Though you are surprised that he has any inkling about things getting bad. That was always something that your family hid from the world, you’d have to make sure to clarify with Isaac.

“Isaac, what do you know about soul mates?”

“Aren’t they supposed to be your other half? Someone that completes - wait a second. Are - are you saying that you have a soulmate? Here? In Beacon Hills?” There’s an excited spark in his eyes as he talks and you shake your head and scoff.

“That’s a load of shit.” at your vehement response Isaac begins to speak but you lift your hand, indicating for him to remain silent, “Just, let me explain, okay?”

He nods and you continue “A soulmate is well i don’t know that I’ll get this right but I’ll get as close as I can. A soulmate is someone who you can trust unconditionally. Someone who brings out the best in you and pushes you to your strongest. When you accept your soulmate, you will do EVERYTHING you can to protect them. Your entire world revolves around them and what they need of you.

Most people tend to think of soulmates as as paris. Person A belongs to Person B and vice versa. Well the curse in my family is that that formula doesn’t work. Person A belongs to Person B but Person B has to choose to be with Person A. There’s a connection there, but Person B can always fall in love with someone else.”

“How’s that possible?”

“There has to be a balance in the world. Natural and supernatural. So when all this came about, a very powerful goddess, Themis I think, made it so that there was still an option to chose.”

“But what about you being in pain?”

“The pain is supposed to be a reminder, that the person we’re pulled to is a precious gift that needs to be cherished and protected. When you run from it, my dad says, you’re condemning not only yourself but them as well. If you never meet them, then how can they choose you? It’s not a very pleasant thought, so we’re more likely to go find them. Some people, though, will still run. The further you go, the worse the pain is. You can escape it for a little while by transitioning into your wolf. The wolf can handle more pain than the human body. The thing is, the wolf is more likely to search for their soulmate. The instinct there more primal.”

You have so much more to say but you stay silent for a few moments. Isaac digests your words and the words that Derek says before he gets up and asks “Did you run?” as he crosses to sit on the opposite end of the couch you were on.

Looking at him you tilt your head as you think about it. Averting your gaze you shrug, “Kind of? I grew up knowing that this was a possibility. There was no guarantee I’d experience The Pull but my dad did - and .. my Tia Clara.” Isaac doesn’t miss the catch in your voice,” So, I knew what it meant when the pack bonds went silent.

My dad was shocked because it presented so much earlier than normal. But he’s always wanted the best for me. Somehow, my dad was able to get a hold of a bunch of Alpha’s and made up some reason for them to be okay with us coming into their territories. The pain started almost immediately and so I had to learn to control the shift. I swear I have spent more time in my fur than I have my skin the last few months. Eventually, one of my brothers made the joke that I should come here. I thought he was insane.. Well more insane than usual, but my dad thought it was a good idea. The closer that we got, the more manageable the pain got. Now days it’s mostly just an ache like I hit too much weight at the gym.”

“But why didn’t your brother or dad come with you?”

“Brothers. And they were going to but then my Tia came back. You see - she’s the reason I think this thing’s a curse. Clara had a soulmate and her soulmate picked someone else.” Your eye closed as you got lost in memories of happier times in the past. Isaac could tell you had more to to say and that it was going to be hard, so he wrapped his arms around you and waited for you to continue. It took a moment and tears were pooling in your eyes “The human part of us can explain away rejection. Can explain away a broken heart through reasoning, no matter how faulty. But the Wolf - the Wolf isn’t capable of understanding a broken heart. They mate for life and so when their soulmate rejects them, there is no one else for them. Wolves are social creatures and the Pack bonds we make are what keep us sane in the long run. When we are pulled to our soulmate, the Pack Bond gets muted. A Wolf with their soulmate, can re-establish the Pack Bonds. The Soulmate becomes the anchor.. Without that, the bonds have no chance and will fade away. Being alone and unable to create a bond, the Wolf will eventually lose their mind and go feral. When that happens, they lose themselves and both the human and the Wolf are bloodthirst, nothing and no one is safe from them. My family had a choice, put her down or let the hunters catch her.” By the end, there’s tears running down your face but your voice has not broken but Isaac knows exactly what happened.

“I’m sorry for dropping all of this on you,” you whisper to him.

He snorts softly and you feel him shake his head before he says, “Natasha, the only issue here is that I’m not your soulmate,” and he sounds so offended that you move away from him quickly, a horrified gasp leaving your lips. You didn’t realize that he saw you that way. You were so sure that Allision - you see the smirk on his face and relief floods you.

“You’re an ass,” you scold as you smack his chest and a chuckle escapes your lips. The mood in the room becomes lighter.

“How did you know?”

“I wasn’t actually sure but I asked my dad about it. He said that with the amount of time we’ve spent together and the fact that you can’t pull me from the nightmares and the way I talk about you, it’s more like your one of those two idiots than a mate. He said I would have known if it was you by now.”

“Well you have another brother now.”

You smile at the boy who has become a close friend and hug him tightly for a moment before leaning back against the couch, head facing the ceiling. “So now that we’ve done hard, serious, gross, conversation about why I’m here- can we PLEASE change gears?”

Isaac laughs with you and the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies. He picked the first one but you got pick the second. You’re almost done with Return of the Jedi when the door slams open.

Scott comes into the house and looks like he is going to murder someone.

“Scott…” you call softly, trying to pull his attention to you.

It takes him a moment but he looks at you then Isaa before a curt greeting escapes his lips. “Hey Isaac… Natasha….”

Scott is muttering under his breath and pacing in the living room. The movie long forgotten you and Isaac just watch the disgruntled man in front of you. You were about to ask him what was going on when the back door opened and a taller man in a suit walked in, he stopped and greeted Scott then Isaac, his eyes fell on you and you were about to introduce yourself when Scott practically growled your name. At first, you thought he was growling at you but when you looked at him you noticed that his eyes were locked on the new man.

“Guys, can you give us a minute?” Scott asked and Isaac nodded. You followed him upstairs and could hear Scott arguing with the guy. Apparently this was Scott’s dad. You hadn’t known he was in the picture. Of course, you didn’t know much about the guy.

The two were arguing back and forth about the Sheriff of the town. If you remembered what Isaac told you, correctly, then this meant that the guy was trying to hurt Stiles. That and him pissing off Scott, your instinct is to dislike the man.

As the two continue to argue, you begin to tune them out. Their words get muddied and you can feel yourself fighting for control. Before you’ve fully realized it, your fangs have elongated and your claws lengthen. You’re tempted to take a swipe at Isaac. Isaac has taken notice and is calling your name, you turn to him a your eyes flash and you snarl at him, he puts his hands up and stays still.

As you continue to snarl at him, a woman's voice breaks into the fog “..be your own anchor.” That’s right, you are the one in control. It takes a moment but you’re able to retract your claws and a groan escapes your lips as you clench your fists and through gritted teeth you begin the chant to center yourself “We are the sum of the heart, the mind, the instinct… We are the sum of the heart, the mind, the instinct… We are the sum of the heart, the mind, the instinct…” you repeat the mantra through gritted teeth and, slowly, your breathing returns to normal. Your eyes return to their normal color and your heart rate evens out.

“They’re purple?”

“And sometimes they’re blue.. Before you ask, I have no idea why..”

“What was that?”

“I don’t know, it was just listening to them arguing and - that guy’s a real piece of shit! It’s not the sheriffs fault that the supernatural world seems to be a little more murderous around here! But it was just like.. The more that he talked the more angry i became and I wanted to really go rip his throat out. I couldn’t stop the anger…”

“Well… that’s comforting.”

You were about to respond when there was a knock on Isaacs door and suddenly Scott was barging in. “Get dressed you two...we’re going out..”

Suddenly there’s a woman behind him and she puts both hands on Scotts shoulders “Oh no you’re not. Well, not all of you. Isaac has homework he has to get caught up on. I got a call from the school mister, you’re failing English.” She seems to finally notice you and looks confused. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Umm.. I’m Natasha... A friend of Isaacs.”

The woman looks at Isaac then you then scott. She merely nods her head. “Well it’s nice to meet yoNatasha. I’m Melissa.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a pleasure, ma’am.”

She motions for Isaac to sit back down. Scott kisses his mothers cheek and leaves the room. You think about heading back to the loft but quickly realize that you need to make friends with Scott if you’re going to be spending time in Beacon Hills. Saying a quick goodbye, you run out and catch Scott as he’s getting on his bike. “Where we going?”

His eyes scrutinize you but it’s not long before he nods his head. “Stiles’ place. We need to get him first.”

Nodding your head, you start up your own bike and follow him to the house. There’s something about the house that seems familiar though you’re sure that you’ve never been here before. Scott tells you to wait for him and while you do, you’re trying to figure out what it is about the house that seems so familiar. It’s a few minutes later when Scott comes back out of the house with Stiles directly behind him.

Stiles eyes fall on you, “Wait, why are you here?”

“I can help.”

“We don’t know that”

“Look, you’re going out in the middle of the night in a town that has been riddled with murders. I would say having two werewolves around is better than one. And if it makes you feel better, Stiles, I won’t leave your side. That way you can make sure I’m not trying to do anything.” You’re voice is kind of sarcastic and you know that you’re being a bit of a jerk but you’re not sure why Stiles seems to dislike you so much and why it bothers you.

It takes Scott and Stiles arguing in hushed whispers that you pretend not to hear but Stiles agrees and you follow them to Stiles car. It was the blue jeep you had seen in the parking lot at school.

Stiles drives and you can tell that Stiles wants to continue to grill you but he seems to setting for drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Scott is pulling up directions on his phone and giving them to Stiles so you’re just awkwardly sitting in the back seat. When you get to whatever place they were looking for, you all pile out of the car and the glint of moonlight catches your eye, but you pay it no mind.

You’re following the boys through the woods when Stiles speaks up, “You know, if my dad’s right, that means there’s another werewolf in town that we haven’t met yet.”

“I know.”

“And if it turns out to be something like triplets that form into like, a three-headed hound of hell, I’m seriously not up for that.”

Scott answers in the affirmative and talks about the problem with controlling his shift.

“Guys,” you say and they turn to look at you, “First, there’s plenty of supernatural creatures in the area you haven’t met. Though it’s not likely to be a wolf, their much too territorial to have not challenged you.

Also, Cerberus hasn’t been let out of Hades in a few millenium, if he’s here - you’ve got bigger issues than a dead body.”

The boys fall silent and you continue through your trek in the woods. The silence is cut by a coyote's howl. You jump and Stiles manages to knock Scott’s phone out of his hands.

Apologizing, he says “I hate coyotes, so much. They always sound like they’re mauling some helpless little animal.” You don’t disagree with his description of the sound and Scott goes to get his phone.

While the two of them are dealing with Scotts phone, you walk ahead, passing some boulders and stumble upon something that shouldn’t be there. “Hey guys… I think I found the crash site.” Stiles grabs the flashlight from Scotts hand and you all make your way around the crash. Stiles is the first one to notice the claw marks.

There had been a were here. Scott and Stiles are convinced it’s a werewolf but, unless they were just traveling through, your not so sure. The Hale family would have hunted down a wolf who had caused this if they had. Taking a deep breath, you realize there’s a scent coming closer and suddenly there’s a low growling.

There’s a coyote growling at your group. Scott takes off after the wolf and you go to follow but hear Stiles calling after him. Remembering you had promised to stay you stop and turn around. At his questioning look you raise an eyebrow at him before reminding him “Staying by your side so you can keep an eye on me, remember?”

He seems surprised but nods his head.

It’s silent between the two of you as his eyes remained trained on you. At first, you try to ignore it but as the silence stretches, you realize that there is no avoiding him. Turning towards him, you raise your hands, palms upwards, questioning what he has against you.

“What do you think I’m here to do?”

“Something.. I don’t know what but it’s something.”

“Stiles” you begin, you can’t tell him everything but you can give him something. “I promise you, on Odin, on … Xolotl, hell on Themis herself, that I am not here to cause any harm.”

“Wait who?”

“Odin- Norse god of wisdom, poetry, war, death, magic, divination… He was fond of ravens and wolves.

Xolotl, the canine brother of Quetzalcoatl, god of us supposed monsters…

Themis, goddess of justice…”

“No, I know who they are… well two of them, but why promise on them?”

“You do realize that they’re all real? All the old gods and goddesses exsted and their gifts and curses are still here.. They mean something to my family.”

“Wait so -”

There’s a cracking branch and suddenly Scotts sliding to a stop between you and Stiles. His voice is filled with shocked awe when he calls out “It’s Malia!”

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randomfandomimagine · 8 years ago

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Don’t Touch Her (Theo x Reader)

Character: Theo Raeken (and Stiles, kinda)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Sister!Reader, Stilinski!Reader

Title: Don’t Touch Her

Requested by anon:

Hi! Could you do a theo raeken imagine? Like i'm stiles's little sister and is dating theo? And the dread doctors capture me and turn me into something and they both try their hardest to save me by working together and all that? Thank you!

She had put it off for nearly an hour now, and even then she didn’t really want to go. But Y/N had to break the moment and stand up from their cuddling position.

“Are you leaving?” Theo asked her even if he knew the answer, watching how she put her coat back on.

“I have to” The girl glanced at him, resigned. “Stiles will kill me if he finds out that I was late because I was here with you”

Her boyfriend couldn’t help but to roll his eyes at that statement.

“Your brother is too protective of you” He stated, despite the fact that for once he agreed with him. Not that he would admit this out loud, though.

“You’re telling me” Combing her hair a bit, she sighed. “But I really gotta go”

“Fine” Theo budged even if he just wanted her to stay. “Want me to walk you home?”

Y/N laughed at such stupid question.

“And let him see us together? No, thank you”

Theo acquired an amused expression that made her chuckle.

A moment of silence followed. Y/N tilted her head, observing him closely.

Even if Theo always hid his emotions, she knew him well enough. If it were for him, she would never leave his side.

Besides, it was obvious even by the way he held her closely. Tight. Lovingly.

He would miss her, just like she would miss him. Because despite the fact that Theo could be shady and two faced, she was completely sure that she could trust him. He loved her, and she might be one of the only things he treasured like that.

“I’ll see you soon” Y/N held his face and kissed him in the lips, smiling at him before he left.

He just stood there, watching her leave and seething in silence.

Theo was always worried to leave her on her own. Not because he didn’t trust her, it was the rest of the world he didn’t trust.

Especially knowing so many evil things and people crept out there, many of them supernatural. Yet he had to relinquish and let her be.

Even if he was left with an uneasy restlessness.

The next day Theo couldn’t stay away from his phone. Usually, she texted him.

Whether it was to chat or to say she was going over. Maybe just a random text, she always said something to him. It was strange that she didn’t that day.

Something took his mind off it for a while, because he heard someone approaching the house. And Theo was absolutely sure that it wasn’t Y/N.

He stood up to check who it was, opening to door sensing whoever it was didn’t present a threat. The boy was not expecting him at all.

“Stiles?” Theo was genuinely surprised to see him approaching him.

It was clear that he didn’t like him. Actually, they didn’t really like each other. Yet he looked determined to talk to Theo, which told him that it had to be about his sister. And it had to be extremely important, probably something bad.

“Where is she?” Was the only thing he said, not even bothering to walk closer to him. Almost like being too close disgusted him.

“Who?” For her sake, he pretended like he had no idea who Stiles was talking about.

“You know very well, who” Stiles sternly told him. “Y/N, my sister”

“I don’t know” Theo frowned as he spoke, as he was speaking the truth and it upset him.

“I know you two were dating, I’m not stupid” Stilinski clenched his jaw, angry. “Now tell me where she is and why she isn’t answering her phone”

“She’s probably okay” Even though he was talking to Stiles, Theo was also reminding himself that. “Maybe Y/N just went for a stroll”

“For twenty four hours?” The other boy exclaimed, outraged and anxious.

Theo felt a heavy claw of fear clutching his guts and the blood draining from his face. He wanted to speak, but a weight formed in his chest and froze him.

“She…” He gulped, afraid. “She didn’t make it home last night?”

“Why would I be here if she did? Why would I freaking talk to you?!”

The two of them remained silent for a good two minutes. They both were too immersed in their thoughts and horrible images of Y/N, worried about her safety, to keep the conversation going.

Until Stiles piped up, desperate and terrified.

“Listen and listen good” The boy told him as he cut the distance between them. “I’m just here for my sister, and because you’re the only one that can help her”

“So you need my help” Theo knew that he could really use Stiles’ help, but didn’t really voice his thoughts.

“Not even Scott can seem to find her” Annoyed, Stiles scowled. “You’re the only one that knows about the Dread Doctors”

“What makes you think it was them?”

“Oh, it was them” He nodded vehemently. “The fact that you’re involved too just reinforces my hypothesis”

Theo stared at him, not bothered by his words, almost challenging him. Seeing this smug attitude, Stiles did not think twice.

“You’re gonna help me” He held Theo by the collar of the shirt, even if his hands were shaking. “Because the only thing we have in common is that we care about her”

“And the only reason I’m gonna work with you” Nonchalant, he pushed Stiles away from him. “Is because we’ll find her faster together”

The first thing Theo did to look for her, even if it was without Stiles, was go to the Dread Doctors’ lab.

A hunch told him that the reason she was missing was them. One of their damn experiments. He just hoped she was still alive and well. Even though those two things were improbable, each one more than the other.

He crossed his arms over his chest and waited to feel their presence. They would have to get there sooner or later.

When he felt them close enough to him, he made his posture and expression menacing and grave, stern. Then he turned around to face them.

“We had agreed that you don’t touch her” He opened up by saying.

“She was an exceptional individual” One of them said in their strange and deep scary voice.

“I don’t care” Theo deadpanned, taking a few steps closer. “You promised, and you owe me that”

The Doctors didn’t reply at first. They just stood there in that creepy way of theirs until one of them piped up.

“The subject failed”

“Where is she?” The boy angrily demanded to know. “Where?!”

“Unimportant” The creature replied to him in a neutral voice.

“I need her alive!” Theo shouted at them, hating to think she was dead. Even if it seemed like it was so.

He didn’t care it would anger them. The only thing he cared about was finding Y/N. So he left the lab as fast as he could and went to look for her.

The boy climbed into the car and drove to the only place he could think of. There where all the failures went.

Theo knew Stiles was following him in his Jeep. He didn’t care about that either, but the reason why he allowed it was because Y/N would like to see her brother when they found her. If she was still alive.

With a sigh, Theo got off the car, awaiting Stiles’ outburst.

“She’s here, isn’t she?” Indeed, the boy began yelling at him.

“Yes” He replied, rolling his eyes thinking he was too tired to put up with any of that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! She’s my sister!” Filled with a burning fury, Stiles’ eyes became watery. Also due to the fear, probably. “I deserve to know!!”

“Shut up and follow me” Theo turned around apparently calmed. “Let’s go find her”

Stiles obliged because he knew Theo was right despite it all.

The latter tried to hide his restlessness, because he could feel Y/N. He knew she was nearby because he could smell her fear, her pain and her uneasiness.

He used that scent as a trail and followed it hoping it would take her to her. Because he needed to see her, even though he already knew she was alive, which was an immense relief.

“Are you getting anything?” Stiles was obviously agitated as he piped up.

He knew Theo had a better sense of smell and he was hoping that would help them. For once, he was glad to be around him. That would be the first, last and only time that happened.

“She’s alive” Theo walked slowly, trying to prick up his ears as well, looking for a heartbeat or ragged breaths or anything at all.

“One would think that’s an important piece of information” The other shrugged, salty. “You might want to share it… I don’t know, with her freaking brother!”

Theo rolled his eyes and focused on the trail. He didn’t want to miss anything that might lead them to her. The only thing that comforted his anxiety was the fact that he didn’t smell any blood.

“Did you hear that?” Stiles mumbled the second an audible sob arrived to them.

Not bothering to reply, Theo jogged in that direction. The other boy followed right behind.

“Y/N!” Soon enough they spotted her.

The girl lied on the floor, curled up over herself and shaking in fear. There was something strange and different about her, which told them the Dread Doctors really did experiment on her. Probably changed her into something supernatural.

She cautiously looked up and stretched out her arms when she saw them. It was a clear and desperate call for help since it seemed she could not move from the spot.

“Oh my God” Stiles uttered, passing Theo by quick as lightning as he kneeled in front of his sister. “You okay, sweetie?”

“Stiles” She sobbed, scared, still reaching out for him.

“I got you” He sneaked an arm under her legs and tried to pick her up as she wrapped her arms around him. “I got you, don’t worry, it’s okay”

Stiles struggled. Not only because his hands were as shaky as his voice, restless and frightened. But also because he just wasn’t strong enough.

Seeing as he couldn’t lift her up on his own, Theo shoved him away and did so himself. When he scooped her up in his arms she hugged him tight and hid her face on his shoulders.

She spoke their names lowly, both in relief and still in fright. Theo carried her carefully as he turned around to Stiles, who observed them with resignation.

“They did something to her, didn’t they?” The latter tried to forget the fact that his arch enemy was carrying his little sister even though he wanted to do it himself. Her safety was more important than their enmity.

“Yeah, but we’ll find a way to change that” Theo replied, talking mainly to reassure himself. “We’ll figure it out”

“Let’s take her home” Stiles fidgeted around nervously as he walked back to his Jeep.

“I’m not leaving her” Her boyfriend replied, clutching to her almost as tight as she clutched to him.

“Me neither” Her brother clenched his teeth in determination. “And her place is home, so I’m taking her there”

“I wanna go home” Y/N whispered to Theo, still not moving from her position. “I wanna go home…”

“Fine” He gave in. “But I’m still not leaving her side”

Hating him sticking around, Stiles sighed in frustration. But then he motioned over to his Jeep and Theo obeyed the silent order. She was going home, but Theo was going wherever she went.

The both of them would protect her. Despite their dislike for the other, Y/N was the priority.

And she only found comfort on the two of them. Her boyfriend and older brother would never let anything happen to her again.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS! SORRY IF IT WAS A BIT RUSHED AND SHORT, I DID MY BEST WITH SO LITTLE INSPIRATION. BUT ALSO, I MIGHT WRITE A PART 2 IN THE FUTURE. LET ME KNOW IF YOU’D LIKE THAT!

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