#at least now she's a powerful werewolf with a pretty tight hold on herself
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But of course, Victor and Smiler had to dress up too! So, once they'd completed their pumpkins -- both excellent quality, I'm proud to reveal -- I had them pick their costumes! Victor stayed with Alice's space-related theme and put on an astronaut suit, while Smiler ended up as a cheerleader as I wanted to see what the masculine form of the outfit looked like. Kinda -- dull, honestly. I was expecting something with brighter colors. *shrug* Ah well, at least I'm sure it was comfortable! They headed inside to noodle around on their instruments -- Victor working again on that damn song that's been in his inventory for AGES because songs take TOO LONG TO WRITE; Smiler just singing someone else's song on their guitar -- while Alice headed upstairs to nuzzle Kelly and give her some love --
AND THEN, A POSSESSED CHILD APPEARED. O.O Well, more specifically, a random kid came up on the porch (the game didn't label her a trick-or-treater, and she didn't have a costume, so I guess she was just a random visitor), knocked on the door -- then pulled out a digital sketchpad and started sketching. And I'm guessing that's an item that kids aren't actually supposed to use, as she promptly did that thing where the legs stretch out and the kid starts hovering because the game's trying to use the adult skeleton or something. *facepalm* Sims 4, why are you like this sometimes...
However, something else appeared on the porch as well, as the possessed child finished up her sketching and eventually wandered off -- a specter! I figured that you HAD to give specters a gift on Halloween and had Smiler offer it their latest batch of skin balm. The specter was NOT appreciative -- possibly because it doesn't have skin. Smiler's attempts to communicate didn't pan out either, and I had them head inside to instead do something else Spookfest-related --
Namely, watch a terrible horror movie about a killer bunny-man with a chainsaw. At least, I think that's the intended plot of Moonlight Massacre III in-game. XD It took me a bit to get everyone settled properly on the couch, and there was another interruption from a trick-or-treater midway through(which I didn't mind, as it allowed Smiler to give them some candy and tick the tradition on their list), but they did get through it, and they all seemed to enjoy it well enough. Victor and Alice then had some cake and went to bed while Smiler went to jam on their guitar (getting skill level 9 out of it, yay), all while the jack-o-lanterns burned merrily in the front yard and the fish swam merrily in their little tank. :) It seemed to be the perfect Spookfest...
And then Alice woke up shortly before the 2 AM cut-off time with her Fury RAGING, despite an earlier Somber Howl and the fact that it was a new moon. Once again, I figured it was easier to tip her over the edge than try to bring it down, and so she ended her Spookfest with another brief rampage, marking her territory and digging in the dirt. I mean, at least this time she didn't change uncontrollably under a full moon in the middle of a party full of Smiler's friends? :p Maybe Alice going on a little werewolf fury-fest is gonna be another Spookfest tradition around here...
Anyway -- next week, we have a brief break from the Chill Valicer Save so I can show off another one of my builds here! And then the week AFTER that, it's back to farm chores and store stuff! See you then!
#sims 4#the lazy save#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler always#yeah I looked at the masc cheerleader outfit and was like#'could have put in a bit more effort maybe?'#but then again maybe I'm just too used to the fem cheerleader outfits and all the ruffles and sparkles and exposed skin#Smiler looked comfy so that's all that matters#and yes I'm not sure who that child was or why they knocked on the door if they weren't a trick-or-treater#but they sure were possessed for a second#you'd think the team would make sure any interaction that kids can't do without stretching would be forbidden to them#including Eco Lifestyle NAP idles and the like#but nooope#oh Sims 4#and yes I was rather surprised to see Alice feeling that furious after I'd done everything I could to keep said fury down#sometimes I wonder if it actually starts going up faster after a certain point if you've suppressed it for a while#to stop you never having a rampage#at least now she's a powerful werewolf with a pretty tight hold on herself#so her rampages last just as long as it takes for me to scavenge the ground once or twice XD#and I suppose it IS appropriate for Spookfest soo#queued
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Officer Jelko Erban
oc werewolf ladywhump commissioned by @silentlygo
content warnings: female whump, gun violence, blood
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Jelko Erban was accustomed to getting into fightsâit was part of her job description, after all. Unofficially, of course. She was an officer of the law and therefore expected to conduct herself as responsibly as possible, but everyone knew her lycanthropy meant she was regularly assigned the more⊠dangerous assignments. Conflict came with the territory. Supernatural cases ended in violence more often than not, unfortunately, and she was more durable than her fellow officers, so she was frequently placed on the front lines. Normally, her status as the resident tank wasnât a problem. She charged into the fray, tackling opponents to the ground and even taking bullets to spare her co-workers from suffering fatal wounds. She was stronger than non-lycans, and she healed faster too, so better her than them, she reasoned. She didnât resent the other cops, the higher-ups, or the full-timers for the sacrifices she was asked to make. As a liaison officer, she was used to being called in for the tough jobs, so she didnât really mind. Her work with the police made her kind appear less-threatening and more cooperative to non-lycans, who were typically wary of werewolves in general. Besides, she liked helping people. She wouldnât have gotten involved in the whole arrangement in the first place if she didnât want to make the world a safer place.
All-in-all, Jelko had a pretty good deal. Steady work, good pay, and only the expected amount of uneasiness from the other cops. She couldnât complain.
With her skills, advanced abilities, and years of training under her belt, she rarely ran into real problems on the job, but when messes happened⊠well, things got ugly. She was rather tough, so she only got into trouble on the worst of days.
Today was one of those days.
Jelko was called in on another supernatural case, as per usual. Once again, she was partnered with Detective Jack Tyler, an upright man who sheâd worked with on all of her recent cases. The department seemed to think they made a pretty good teamâor Detective Tyler did something to warrant the annoyance of his superiors and thus kept on getting stuck with her as punishment. Even if that was the case, he never treated her with any disrespect. He wasnât warm or friendly toward her, and she could tell he was uncomfortable with having a lycan partner, but he never verbally expressed his complaints, so she never asked for anything more than base-level professionalism from him. She had to deal with rude and even outright malicious partners in the past, so Detective Tyler was frankly an upgrade. She just hoped he wouldnât request to be assigned a different officer in the future. She didnât want to have to make the adjustment for the upteenth time and risk being stuck with a prejudiced asshole.
The case started out routine in the beginning. Violent gang activity with suspected supernatural beings involved. Jelko and Detective Tyler, after interrogating the suspect in custody, gathered enough evidence to be granted a warrant to search the property of the suspectâs alleged leader. The drive to the site was terse, Detective Tyler replacing the potential for conversation with smooth radio tunes, the music quiet but still loud enough to keep them both alone in their own heads.
Occasionally, she shot glances at her partner. The detective wasnât an intimidating looking man by any means. With big ears, a triangular nose, and pale skin, he looked very British. His brows were low, just barely above his dark eyes, giving him a perpetually serious, worried countenance. His mop of thin, brown hair sat atop his head, straight and cut short. He usually wore a black leather jacket. Overall, he looked more professional than anything. Despite his lack of excessive musculature, he seemed relaxed in her presence, alone with her in his cruiser. More at ease than she was used to. Awkward, sure, but not concerned for his safety. When he looked at her out of the corner of his eye while stopped at a red light, she shot him a smile. He nodded out of obligation. Yes, their partnership was significantly more pleasant than what she was used to.
They arrived at the factory by the docks in a shadier part of town, the sun already starting to set. The plan was to search the place and question anyone they came across.
What they didnât expect was to come across the leader of the group while he was conducting criminal business, but, as was their luck, they did. They knocked on the door, barged in when no one answered, and hurried down the dark hall until they stumbled into some sort of meeting. All of the men and women in the bright lit warehouse room looked so shocked, it was almost comical. The thugs got over their surprise quickly, however, and immediately pulled out their weapons, their grips tight on an assortment of blades and handguns. Jelko recognized several of the faces in the roomâprevious arrests, ex-cons, and wanted felons. They werenât likely to come quietly.
The fight that ensued was rough, to say the least.Â
Immediately, both Jelko and Detective Tyler took cover behind crates of what was likely contraband, diving for shelter just as the gang members started shooting. They were outnumbered for sure, and their adversaries seemed intent on firing first and asking questions later. Detective Tyler pulled out his weapon and shot her a look. When the room quieted down to only the sounds of heavy breathing and frantic re-loading, Jelko jumped out from behind the crate and into the fray.
She charged the person closest to her, catching him in the jaw before he could ready his pistol. With her increased speed and strength, she incapacitated him before the others could react to her presence, sweeping his leg and knocking him to the concrete floor. Without hesitation, she lunged for her next target, swiping the womanâs weapon out of her hands before she could try to use it on her. As she brought her hand down on her shoulder and struck a pressure point, Jelko quickly scanned the room. Only a dozen or so armed thugs, all of them hastily shaking off their stupefaction from the surprise attack. Detective Tyler was firing his gun, shooting warning shots that sent a couple of the gangsters retreating for cover. Behind all the others stood a large, burly man with an enraged expression on his bearded face. She spotted his tail bristling behind him. A lycan, their leader, just as their intel suggested. He was the only real challenge for Jelko here.
Only after she took out a third opponent did the bullets properly come flying in her direction. She now had to operate on the defensiveâdespite her quick healing, a gun wound would still slow her down, and she couldnât risk one of them scoring a lucky headshot. Ducking and dodging, she made her way to the next felon, engaging him in hand-to-knife combat, effectively directing the bullets in another direction. Apparently, these goons were smart enough not to risk killing each other in their pursuit of her. The man snarled and slashed his knife at her, but she snatched his wrist and twisted it so painfully he had to drop the blade. Grunting, he swung his other fist at her, but his blow to her stomach did little to stop her. She spun him around and locked him in a choke-hold, using him as a human shield as she forced him into unconsciousness with the pressure against his neck, his hands clawing uselessly at her jacket arm.
After she dropped him, she felt bullets whiz past her head, her elongated ears twitching at the proximity. A loud whistle pierced the air, the noise subdued by the cacophony of gun-fire, but Jelko could still hear with her advanced hearing. The gang leader had apparently concluded that she was too powerful a threat and would likely take out all of his goons if he didnât stop her himself. He lowered his hand from his mouth, and the remainder of the thugs who were out in the open speedily joined the others in their hiding spots. Detective Tyler was still exchanging fire with the sheltered shooters, but none of the bullets came close to her now as the lycan leader of the gang approached her. He was a big man, but she had fought and beaten bigger lycans before. She readied herself in a fighting stance, briefly considering pulling out her gun but deciding against it. She wouldnât kill him unless she had to. She was better than that.
With a shout of rage, he charged toward her, and she just barely ducked out of the way. The fight happened as if in slow motion, they were both moving so fast. Claws out, fangs bared. The man was clearly not holding back, which left her at a disadvantage. He wasnât too proud to yank on her tail or tug her tied-back brown hair, which left her more frustrated and insulted than anything. Hissing, growling, and cursing between heavy pants, they hashed it out. Fighting lycans was completely different from fighting humans. For Jelko, it was a whole new level of challenge. Each blow hurt, dealing real damage, knocking the breath out of her and leaving her winded. It took all of her focus and concentration to maintain the upper hand, but, after a particularly well-aimed punch to the face sent her stumbling backward several steps, her odds ceased to look promising. He kicked her in the chest, knocking her to the floor, which was when she realized she was well and truly fucked. He climbed on top of her, and she slashed at his face. He howled with pain, clamping a palm over the red gashes.
âBitch,â he hissed. Her ferocious expression matched his.
âFuck off,â she barked, trying to scratch him again.
The next couple minutes passed in a blur. A series of punches and relentless blows. A cut across her forehead spilled blood into her eyes. She tried her best to shove him off, but his attacks sapped her strength and focus. She knew she was getting in some good hits because of his furious swearing, but, other than that, she was losing bad. He clamped his hand around her throat, warding off her swats with his other arm, and even though her eyes were closed against the rain of her own blood, spots gathered across her line of sight.
She heard Detective Tyler yell something she couldnât decipher, and then she was out.
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When Jelko next awoke, it felt as if only a moment had passed. Her body, heavy and bruised, ached more than she was used to, and when she cracked open her eyes, her lashes were sticky with blood. She groaned, and a face appeared in her hazy vision. Detective Tyler. He was crouched down in front of her, his expression one of pinched concern.
âFuck,â he muttered. âFuck.â
âYou alright?â she asked him. She could handle getting banged up, but she didn't know if he could. She cleared her throat. Her neck was sore, purple bruises more than likely discoloring the tan skin of her neck. The fight came back to her as she cataloged her wounds, but she couldn't recall the end. âWhat happened?â
âI shot âem,â Detective Tyler said, his voice tinged with a light British accent. He was rummaging through the white case with a red cross that they kept stashed in all of the patrol cars. âThat bastard was gonna kill you, so I shot him in the head. The rest scattered soon after that. I dragged you outta there, and we were driving away when someone shot out my tires.â
Jelko listened attentively. He looked rattled. Neither of them had expected this when they left the precinct earlier that evening.
âTheyâre following usâor they were, at least. I carried you outta there to the closest safe house. I think this operation is bigger than anyone thought.â
Jelko looked around the room. A bit dusty, clearly unused, with curtained windows and a locked door. Definitely a safe house. She was lying down on a lumpy couch, her head cushioned by his leather jacket, folded into a make-shift pillow.
âThank you,â she said, trying to meet his eyes. He couldâve left her behind and few people wouldâve blamed him, her being a lycan and all. He went through so much trouble to save her.
He waved her off. âJust doing my job, Erban. My arms are right sore from dragging you around, though.â
She chuckled a little at his weak joke, hoping to ease the tension between them. He still wouldnât look at her directly.
He produced a water bottle and a handful of drugstore brand painkillers. âHere, youâll want this.â
She nodded and accepted the offer, sitting up with his help. She swallowed all the pills without hesitation, much to Detective Tylerâs apparent surprise.
âHow much can you take? I mean, do you need more in order for it to kick in?â
She smiled, appreciative of his careful questions about her lycan physiology. âMaybe a couple more.â
He handed her the bottle, and she finished the pills with the remainder of her water. The cool liquid soothed her throat, and she sighed. Detective Tyler watched her before standing up and heading toward the sink, a towel in his hand.
âI stitched up your head. A sloppy job, but it should be fine until we can get out of here and to a hospital. I called for backup. They should be here soon.â
Jelko nodded along to this new information, reaching up and delicately thumbing her forehead. Sure enough, she could feel the lines of stitches. She winced. She normally would heal quickly enough not to need stitches, but the claws of another lycan left longer-lasting wounds.Â
He returned to her side with a damp towel. Without asking, he started to wash away the blood splattered across her face and neck. She arched an eyebrow at this, surprised by how readily he offered her aid and came into close proximity, but she didnât question him. She felt weak and tired, something she wasnât used to, so his help was welcome.
âIâm sorry for not intervening sooner,â he said quietly. âIt seemed like you had a handle on it for a while. You usually do. I know we havenât worked together long, but⊠you have a reputation, you know, and Iâve seen what you can do. I figured you would be alright if I focused on picking off the little guys one by one, and I only realized you needed help when it was too lateâŠâ
Detective Tyler trailed off, the white towel in his hand pink with her blood. He shrugged. âI guess I thought you could take out another werewolf on your own. Guess I was wrong.â
Jelko listened quietly. This was the most they had spoken throughout their partnership, and it was a heartfelt apology. She almost couldnât believe her ears.
âYou donât have to apologize,â she said, almost laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. She knew he took his job seriously and held himself accountable, but this was pushing it. âYou handled yourself exceptionally well. You brought me here, didnât you? Iâm the one who lost the fight.â
The Detective finally met her eyes. He looked skeptical. âThat was one big fucker, Officer Erban. I donât blame you.â
âAnd I donât blame you,â she said earnestly, and he nodded slowly, seemingly taking her words to heart. Rising to his feet, he made his way back to the sink.Â
âYour face is clean. Iâll grab you an ice pack, Iâm sure thereâs one around here somewhere.â
Jelko laid back down, relaxing into the relative comfort of the soft surface beneath her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She normally liked to be alone when she was injured, safe at home in her apartment, licking her wounds. Hurt lycans tended to suffer mood swings and other unpleasant side effects. She wouldnât want Detective Tyler to witness her in such a state, especially since it seemed he was finally starting to like her.Â
The floorboards creaked as Detective Tyler returned by her side. She cracked open her eyes, and he handed her a bag of ice. She placed them on her ribs. Her bones throbbed, muscles aching. She could tell the painkillers were starting to kick in, but she would need something stronger from the hospital. Detective Tyler gnawed on his bottom lip. If only his colleagues knew he was such a mother hen. The teasing would never end.
âIâll be alright,â she assured him with a half-hearted grin. âI heal fast. The process will just be a bit slower this time, but still plenty quick.â
He nodded, seemingly absorbing the information. âOkay. Iâd turn out the light and let you rest, but I donât know if you have a concussion.â
âGood thinking,â she praised, even though all she wanted was some sleep. He shot her a knowing look, apparently aware of her thoughts.
âDonât worry, I called a half-hour ago. They said theyâre sending a squad car to come bring us to St. Maryâs. You can rest once we get there.â
âI know, I know,â she sighed, playing up her exhaustion. His eyes crinkled, almost as if he wanted to laugh. He sat down on an unoccupied space of the couch by her feet, sinking into the pillows with a deep exhale. He looked tired himself.
âLong night?â she asked, and he smiled wryly.
âYou donât know half of it.â
âHow âbout you share the details of your selfless rescue?â she suggested, and he appeared unamused. âTo keep me awake.â
He groaned, looking as if he were about to roll his eyes. He was silent for a long moment, but then he began: âWell, it all started when I had to drive halfway across the city to search some rundown warehouse. Little did I know, a bunch of good-for-nothings were there waiting for me...â
Jelko smiled as he retold their night, focusing primarily on the parts where she was unconscious, as they waited for help to arrive. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was part of a team.
#my writing#whump#lady whump#oc whump#beating#bruises#blood#choking#injury#hurt#unconscious#pain#comfort#tw guns#not a prompt#commission
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Title: A Wonderful Institution Artist: @bidnezzââ Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, various background pairings Word Count: ~53k Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, discrimination against Downworlders, reference to rape, Clave-typical homophobia, implied character death, minor character death Summary: Magnus doesnât have time for this bullshit. Warlocks are disappearing in New York Cityâfive people in less than three monthsâand Magnus is determined to find them and protect the rest of his people from whatever took them. He doesnât have time for politics, and he certainly doesnât have time for whatever nonsense the Clave is proposing about marrying a Shadowhunter to a Downworlder as part of the new Accords. He doesnât really have time for a pretty Shadowhunter whoâs surprisingly kind to warlock children, either, but, well, heâs always been good at multitasking.
Alec always knew he couldnât have what he wanted, but heâs spent the nearly four years since the newly-appointed Consul recalled his parents to Idris without explanation making the best of what he can have. When life suddenly offers up almost everything Alec actually wants on a silver platter, he canât quite bring himself to trust it, especially when it comes with a million caveats and a side of impending disaster. But he knows how to handle disasters, even if the return of the Circle on top of Clave secrets that could destroy the Accords is way beyond the disasters heâs used to fielding. Hope, on the other hand? He doesnât know what to do with that.
This fic was created for the @malecdiscordserverâ Mini Bang 2020.
Chapter Nine
âIzzy, I need your help.â
Izzyâs head snapped up from her microscope to look at her brother in concern. âOne second,â she said, scribbling something on the notepad next to her. âIâm looking at those samples Luke sent us.â
âYeah, no hurry,â Alec said, trying hard to calm his restlessness. It was huge progress that the werewolves were willing to share some of the information theyâd gathered on the murdered mundanes, both in the investigation and in terms of relations between the Clave and the Downworld. His minor personal crisis could wait.
Izzy gave him a sidelong glance that made Alec realize he was doing a terrible job of not fidgeting.
âIâll wait outside,â he offered.
âI only need five minutes,â Izzy promised, âand then Iâm all yours. I just want to make sure Iâve got these calculations right before I draw any conclusions.â
In reality, it only took Izzy three minutes to finish, for which Alec was extremely grateful.
âWhat did you find?â he asked when she stepped out of the lab.
âThereâs a compound in all of the blood samples,â she told him. âI think it might be why they were taken. And now that we know from Luke that they were all mundanes with the Sight and that it was probably the Circle buying blood from the demons, that might help us narrow down whatâs going on.â
âItâs somewhere to start, anyway,â Alec agreed.
âSo,â Izzy said, âwhatâs the latest emergency?â
âItâs not an emergency.â Alec shrugged, going for nonchalance. Izzyâs raised eyebrows told him he hadnât quite managed it.
âSpill, big brother.â
âI have a date tonight,â Alec said quickly. âWith Magnus. And I donât really knowâ Look, can you just tell me if the shirt I picked to wear is okay?â
Izzyâs grin, which had been growing as he talked, turned into full-throated, delighted laughter when he finished.
âYou know what, never mind,â Alec said, turning to walk away.
âNo!â Izzy said, grabbing his arm. âI wonât laugh anymore, I promise. Iâm just happy for you, Alec. Come on, show me your shirt.â
Theyâd almost made it to Alecâs room when they were interrupted by an urgent, âSir!â
Alec turned, ready to face whatever new disaster had cropped up. He only hoped Clary hadnât tried to sneak out of the Institute again.
âWhat is it?â
âAn envoy from the Clave just arrived,â Underhill told him. âI thought youâd want to be notified immediately.â
Alec nodded. âThank you.â Not that the Clave had told him they were sending any envoy. This was charmingly ominous.
He turned to Izzy, who simply patted his arm. âGo. Iâll find you something decent to wear tonight.â
âSomething Iâd actually wear, Iz,â Alec warned. At her nod, he added, âThank you.â
The woman he found inspecting the ops center was younger than he expected, with blonde hair pulled back in a tidy braided updo and sharp blue eyes.
âLydia Branwell,â she introduced herself as soon as Alec stepped into the room. âThe Clave sent me to oversee a smooth transition of power for the newly appointed Head of the Institute.â
âAlec Lightwood,â he said with a tight smile. âHead of the New York Institute and Acting Head for nearly four years before that. Iâm sure there wonât be any problems related to transitions of power.â
Lydia nodded. âEven so, with your recent wedding and the upcoming signing of the Accords, not to mention the return of the Circle, the Clave thinks it would be best if you had someone around to make sure things go smoothly.â
âSo, youâre a baby-sitter,â Alec said bluntly.
âSome people probably think so,â she said, just as blunt. âIt canât have escaped your notice that there are those in Idris who are concerned about the prospect of someone married to a Downworlder running an Institute.â
âNo, but I assumed that if there were any serious objections, the Council wouldnât have given the Institute to me in the first place.â
âIâm pretty sure Iâm the compromise,â Lydia told him. âFrom what little Iâve seen so far, you run a tight ship. Donât screw things up, and I can be out of your hair in a month or two.â
âAnd what do you think about a Shadowhunter whoâs married to a Downworlder running an Institute?â Alec asked.
Lydia shrugged. âI think thereâs nothing wrong with a political marriage, and it would be silly to penalize someone for making a pragmatic decision.â She looked at him. âThe only problem would be if your loyalty to the Clave were compromised. As long as itâs not, you have nothing to worry about.â
The words were simple, but they didnât exactly give Alec hope. He was loyal to the Clave, but there were so many different things someone could use as an excuse to decide he wasnât. This was not a complication he needed.
Alec put on his best professionally polite smile. âWhy donât you let me show you around?â
It took exactly a minute and a half for Magnus to realize that The Hunterâs Moon was maybe not the best place to take Alexander on their first date. It wasnât that the atmosphere was wrong or that there was anything wrong with their drinks (although IPAs apparently werenât Alecâs drink, either, but Magnus was determined to figure it out). It was just the way people kept watching them. Not overtly, of course. Just little sidelong glances that made it feel like they were on display.
âPerhaps a mundane pub would have been a better choice,â Magnus said. âWe can always try somewhere else, if youâd rather?â
âNo,â Alec said, shaking his head. âThis isâ Itâs fine. It makes sense for people to be curious. We did just have a very public, very politically important wedding. Itâs natural for people to be curious. They probably just want to make sure we arenât on the verge of killing each other and breaking the Accords.â He took a deep swig of his beer, and Magnus noticed that his grimace was at least slightly less intense this time. âBesides, I canât imagine being more comfortable surrounded by mundanes.â
âThere is something to be said for not having to hide,â Magnus agreed. He nodded toward the pool table in the corner. âDo you fancy a game?â
Alec glanced over, a tiny smile appearing on his face. âSure. Sounds fun.â
Two games in, Alec finally seemed to lose the tension that heâd been holding in his shoulders since heâd shown up at the loft earlier in the evening. They were well matched in both skill at the game and competitiveness, and theyâd each managed to win a game.
âI think Iâm going to grab another refill before I beat you again,â Magnus said, brandishing his empty glass.
âYou mean before I beat you again,â Alec corrected with a grin.
âI said what I said.â
âCome on,â Alec said. âI might as well get another drink, myself.â
Maia, the werewolf bartender, greeted them with a smile. Magnus only knew her in passing, but she was one of the few people here tonight who hadnât treated them any differently than any other patrons, and that went a long way in his book.
âWhat can I get for you boys?â
âA Manhattan for me,â Magnus said. He glanced at Alec, who looked no less lost than he had when theyâd ordered their first round.
âSomething that isnât beer or too sweet?â Alec said after a moment of consideration.
âGin martini,â Magnus suggested. âExtra dirty,â he added, with a grin for Alec, who responded with a tolerant head shake for his innuendo.
âComing right up,â Maia promised, grabbing a shaker.
âI suppose we both have a healthy dose of the competitive spirit,â Magnus observed.
âI grew up with Jace,â Alec said. âI didnât have much choice. And Iâm sure it didnât help that Izzy encouraged us both.â
Magnus was dimly aware of a phone ringing as he picked up their drinks. It wasnât his phone or Alecâs, so he didnât pay it much attention. He watched with interest as Alec sipped his drink, and for the first time, didnât wince.
âThis is nice,â Alec said, clearly surprised. âSalty and...kind of green?â
Magnus beamed, happy to have finally found a drink Alec liked. âThatâs the juniper in the gin.â
âWait, slow down.â Magnus turned around at Maiaâs panicked voice to find her talking furiously on her phone. âShit. Where are you? East side or west side? No, Iâll be right there, donât panic.â
She turned to the other bartender on duty, shouting that there was a pack emergency and sheâd be right back.
âNo, donât hang up,â Maia insisted into the phone. âI canâ Iâll get someone else to call. You keep talking to me so I know youâre safe.âÂ
She turned and grabbed the arm of the nearest person, who happened to be Magnus. âI need you to call Luke,â she said urgently. âGretel is being hunted by a pack of demons over by Foley Square. Iâm going after her, but I need backup.â
âOf course,â Magnus said, pulling out his phone.
âIâll call Luke,â Alec said without missing a beat. âMagnus, can you make a portal to Foley Square?â At his nod, Alec turned back to Maia. âWeâre not your pack, but we can be your backup until they get there.â
Maia gave him a quick, assessing once over, then nodded. âThanks, Shadowhunter,â she said, before turning back to her phone.
Magnus wasnât entirely sure where Gretel was, and he wasnât as familiar with this part of the city as he was with other parts of New York, so they had to run a few blocks from the portal before they caught up with Gretel.
The pale-furred werewolf was backed up to a brick wall, in full wolf form, facing off with half a dozen Ravener demons. She had several lacerations on her forequarters and was stumbling in a way that suggested she was already suffering severe effects of demon venom.
What surprised Magnus, though, was the woman who stood behind the demons, holding her own portal open.
It wasnât that Magnus was surprised that Iris Rouse would summon a pack of demons, or even that sheâd use them for nefarious purposes. Sheâd always skirted the edges of the law, and her attempts to breed new warlocks showed that she didnât exactly care about the welfare of others or the Accords.
No, what was surprising was the vacant look in her eyes and the black veins running across her face and up her arms.
Before Magnus had time to do much more than register Irisâs identity and appearance, Maia had shifted to her wolf form and launched herself at the redheaded warlock.
âTry to leave her alive so we can question her,â Alec called as he pulled a short seraph blade from his thigh holster and expertly dispatched the nearest Ravener demon.
Between Maia and Magnus, it took very little time to subdue Iris. She was less powerful than Magnus to begin with, and she was also clearly not at the top of her game. If the strange black veins werenât enough of a hint, her magic was muted and more erratic than it should be.
As soon as they had Iris contained, Maia rushed off to help Alec and Gretel with the remaining demons. Iris stared up at Magnus from where he had her pinned magically to the ground.
âMadzie,â she gasped. âIs Madzie safe?â
It wasnât what Magnus expected, and he found himself nodding before he could even consider whether it was a good idea to answer.
âSheâs safe. Far away from you,â he added.
Iris scowled at him, body shaking like someone in the throes of drug withdrawal. âYou canât keep her from me. But for now, sheâs safe, and thatâs all that matters.â
âSafe from what?â Magnus wondered. âIris, what are you doing here?â
âDonât you know yet?â Iris laughed bitterly through her spasms. âValentine. Heâs back, and heâs experimenting on Downworlders, on warlocks, making usââ She cut off into a pained scream, convulsing.
Reaching out with his magic, Magnus did his best to calm her, but without knowing what was causing the convulsions, he was at a loss. He was a decent healer when he knew what he was dealing with, but something like this, that heâd never seen before, that he knew nothing about other than âValentineâs experiments,â was beyond him.
A hand landed on Magnusâs shoulder, and he looked over to find Alexander, helping Maia support an unconscious Gretel.
âI canât help both of them,â Magnus said. âNot and keep Iris contained if she starts to recover.â
âWe can take them to the Institute,â Alec said. âYou can treat Iris in one of the cells, and weâve got materials for treating demon venom in the infirmary.â
âI donât think so,â Maia said. âI appreciate the help, but Iâm not letting you take one of my pack back to your Institute.â
âNothing will happen to her, I promise.â Alec said.
âYeah, no thanks,â Maia said. âYou might be all right, Lightwood, but I donât exactly trust the rest of your kind. Take the warlock. She tried to hurt one of ours, so you can do what you want to her as long as you share whatever information you get out of her. The rest of my pack will be here soon, and we can take care of Gretel.â
Alec nodded with obvious reluctance.
âLuke has my number if you need more help with her injuries than you can give,â Magnus said.
Maia nodded her thanks, then motioned for them to go.
Healing Iris proved to be an involved process that required several potions the Institute kept regularly stocked and calling in Cat for help, but they eventually left her peacefully unconscious instead of convulsing in a well-guarded cell. A blonde Shadowhunter Alec irritably introduced as Lydia promised to call as soon as Iris regained consciousness, so Magnus portalled himself and Alec back to the loft.
âSo,â Magnus said as they entered the loft, âthis wasnât exactly how I imagined our first date.â It wasnât the most disastrous first date heâd ever been on, or even the first that involved a demon-related disaster, but it wasnât exactly a success, either.
âMe either,â Alec agreed, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch. âBut it was fun until, you know, demons. Maybe next time we should just stay in?â
Even tired as he was from the fight and healing Iris, Magnus couldnât help the smile that split his face. Alexander wanted there to be a next time.
âAbsolutely not,â he said. Alec looked at him surprised, and Magnus hurried to explain. âAlexander, Iâm a warlock. I can portal us literally anywhere in the world. Maybe New York wasnât the best choice under the circumstances, but you have to at least give me a chance to sweep you off your feet.â
Alec smiled one of those beautiful, genuine smiles that Magnus couldnât get enough of. âI think you've got that covered regardless of where we are.â
âBut no demons next time,â Magnus said, smiling back.
âNo demons,â Alec agreed before leaning in to brush his lips against Magnusâs.
And maybe, Magnus figured, the date wasnât a total disaster.
Alec couldnïżœïżœt tell if there was actually something wrong that his subconscious was picking up on, or if he just wasnât used to not being in crisis mode anymore. It had been almost two weeks since heâd gotten married, recovered the Mortal Cup, and rescued/captured Iris Rouse, and six days since the signing of the updated Accords. He and Magnusâand eventually Lydia, who it turned out was surprisingly easy to work withâhad spent several days questioning Iris, gathering all of the information she had to give them about those who had captured her.
Iris had confirmed that sheâd been taken by the Circle, and that Valentine was alive, which wasnât news to Alec or Magnus, but now it was official knowledge, which was a huge weight off of Alecâs back. Iris hadnât exactly been willing to talk to Shadowhunters, but her hatred for the Circle and the horrors theyâd put her through proved greater than her hatred for those who had her imprisoned now. Sheâd told them that Valentine was experimenting on Downworlders, that heâd managed to create some kind of serum that allowed him to control warlocksâthose that it didnât kill, anywayâand he was using them to summon the packs of demons that were capturing other Downworlders. It sounded almost like he was building an army of mind-controlled Downworlders.
Much to both Magnusâs and Claryâs disappointment, Iris hadnât seen Dot.
Theyâd sent Iris to Idris to stand trial along with a note from Alec that sheâd been very helpful in providing information on Valentine and the Circle. Not that he expected it would have much of an impact on her sentence given all sheâd done. If the Clave let her live, he would be very surprised.
What hadnât gone back to Idris was the Mortal Cup, and maybe that was why Alec was so on edge. Consul Penhallow knew theyâd recovered it, had known since the night it happened, but insisted that it was safer in a vault at the New York Institute that only she and Alec had access to than it would be in Alicante right now. Which, honestly, did not give Alec a lot of confidence in what the Council was doing or in the Claveâs ability to take on Valentine in any kind of meaningful way. Consul Penhallow promised to send word as soon as she deemed it safe to transport the Cup, but so far, she hadnât sent it.
Magnus had gotten word of three more missing warlocks, but none of those disappearances had yielded any more information than they already had.
Then there was Clary Fairchild. Despite knowing that they were searching for Jocelyn, despite being involved in the process herself, sheâd made repeated attempts to sneak out of the Institute to go looking on her own. Sheâd been working with Magnus to gather intel using the portal shard, which along with the information theyâd gathered from Iris had given them a pretty good idea of what the inside of Valentineâs hideout looked like. Iris was able to give them a rough location and said she suspected the hideout was on the water, but that still gave them many square miles to search. Ragnor was working on getting a more precise location but tracking the potion heâd made for Jocelyn was apparently a long and involved process.
It was the waiting that was making him twitchy, Alec decided. Waiting and not being able to do anything. He was used to taking action, and there hadnât been any actions for him to take since theyâd sent Iris to Idris.
âDo you really dislike musicals this much, or are you thinking about work again?â
Alec let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding and forced himself to relax into the couch and against Magnusâs side. âSorry,â he said, attempting to turn his attention back to the dancers on the screen. âI guess Iâm a little distracted.â
It was their fifth date. Alec was absolutely counting. Magnus had taken him to Tokyo and London. Alec had taken Magnus to his favorite burger joint in the East Village. They had miraculously entirely avoided demon attacks. And, yeah, it might be a little bit weird to be dating the guy he was married to, but it was the only thing in Alecâs life that wasnât giving him a headache. Magnus was amazing and fun to be around and better at kissing than should probably be legal.
This was the first date theyâd actually spent at the loft. During the course of their previous dates, Magnus had discovered what he insisted was Alecâs âtragic lack of cinematic literacyâ and vowed to fix it. Which is how theyâd ended up snuggled up on the couch eating pizza (Alecâs choice) and watching a film Alec was pretty sure was about a writer who's obsessed with a cabaret performer who can sing remarkably well for someone with tuberculosis (Magnusâs choice), but he honestly hadnât been paying close enough attention to be certain.
It wasnât at all how Alec had pictured this date going. Heâd thought, or maybe just hoped, that Magnusâs suggestion they stay at the loft meant Magnus was just as ready as he was to take their physical relationship further. Heâd been thinking about it half the day, and now that he was actually here, with Magnus, alone in their loft with a whole night to themselves, his mind was consumed with worries about work and everything that might go wrong.
Sometimes, Alec thought his mind was a real dick.
âDo you want to talk about it?â Magnus offered.
Alec shook his head. âI want to be able to stop thinking about it. Iâm sorry, Magnus, this isnât fair to you.â
âSeems like itâs not fair to you, either,â Magnus said with a shrug. âYouâre the one spending your night off worrying about work.â
âI guess.â Alec didnât want to admit that this wasnât exactly an unusual occurrence for him. Before heâd met Magnus, most of his nights off were spent worrying about work, or his family, or the intersection of those two things.
Magnus sighed and paused the movie. âIf the film isnât enough to distract you, then weâll have to find something else that can.â
It wasnât, for a wonder, said with even the slightest hint of innuendo, but Alec arched his eyebrows anyway. âWhat exactly did you have in mind?â
âWell,â Magnus said, answering Alecâs teasing grin with one of his own, âI didnât have anything specific in mind before, but when you ask like that, I think perhaps I have an idea.â
âYeah?â Alec asked, leaning in and crowding Magnus against the arm of the couch. âWhatâs that?â
Magnus grinned, then held up the tiramisu heâd apparently summoned from the takeout bag theyâd left in the kitchen. âDessert.â
âI think dessert could definitely distract me,â Alec said, taking the container and plastic forks and deliberately placing them on the coffee table.
Magnusâs mouth was hot and eager against his own and sent all thoughts of Valentine and the Mortal Cup and Circle spies in Alicante flying out of his head. It amazed Alec, as it always did, how easy this was. Not the actual kissingâthere was definitely a learning curve there, but he thought he was doing okay with itâbut just being together, wanting each other, like it was the simplest, most natural thing in the world.
Alec let his hand slide beneath the hem of Magnusâs shirt, fingers tracing the ridge of abs under skin smooth as silk, and let his thoughts and senses fill with nothing but Magnus. The way Magnusâs mouth moved against his. The press of Magnusâs body. The tingle Magnusâs fingers left behind as they made their way down the side of his neck and along his collarbone.
Alec broke the kiss with a gasp, desperate for air, only to have his breath stolen in the next instant when Magnusâs mouth followed the same path his fingers had moments earlier.
âMagnus,â he gasped, arching into the touch. There was a thought forming there, something heâd wanted to do. Or to ask? If he could just catch it. âMagnus,â he said again, more firmly as if that could help corral his own thoughts.
âHmm?â Magnus murmured, his mouth moving up the other side of Alecâs neck, tracing the shape of his deflect rune.
âWe couldââ The words were right on the tip of his tongue, the thought on the tip of his brain. âCould weâ?â There. âBedroom?â
Okay, so, not the most eloquent way he could have phrased it, but Alec thought he got the message across. He was actually pretty proud of himself for being able to form words at all.
At least, he was until Magnus pulled away.
âAlexander.â Magnusâs face was guarded in a way that made Alecâs guts churn. This was not at all the reaction heâd been hoping for. Or expecting.
âDo you not want to?â Alec guessed. Heâd thought they were on the same page. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to indicate that Magnus wanted Alec just as much as Alec wanted him, but maybe heâd been reading the signs wrong.
âI do,â Magnus was quick to assure him. âItâs just, itâs rare that Iâve ever felt this way about someone, andââ He looked away. âAnd there are things I havenât told you, things I probably should have told you a long time ago. Things I need to tell you before we take our relationship any further.â
âMagnus, you can tell me anything,â Alec said, ignoring the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didnât want to imagine what kind of secret would make Magnus this nervous. âOr choose not to tell me, but if itâs worrying you so badly, Iâm willing to listen.â
Magnus grabbed the tiramisu from the table, holding it out both in offering and like a shield between them. Alec took it and popped open the plastic container, then offered Magnus a plastic fork. Magnus had tried to insist they eat with actual silverware, but Alec managed to convince him it wasnât real takeout if you did it that way.
Magnus took the fork, then spent a ridiculously long time poking at the dessert, before saying, âYou never asked me why I put my name forward to be a part of this marriage.â His eyes were still fixed firmly on his fork. âAnd I know I offered an explanation, but it wasnât precisely accurate.â
Alec frowned. âI donât understand.â
âI didnât put my name forward at all,â Magnus told him, finally meeting his eyes. âI wasnât the person the Downworld leaders chose. My name wasnât even on the list.â
âBut,â Alec said, âthen why did you say you were?â
âThe Spiral Council wanted me to volunteer, but I refused. But then we were sitting there in that meeting andâŠyou looked so sad,â Magnus said with a helpless shrug. âLike you did when I asked you over for drinks. And I thoughtâ No, thatâs not true either. I wasnât thinking at all, not really. I just didnât want you to be sad anymore, and I guess I figured I could work out the details later.â
It was Alecâs turn to stare at the tiramisu. He didnât know what to think, how to feel. âDo you regret it?â he asked finally.
âNo,â Magnus said without hesitation. âI keep expecting to, if Iâm honest, but no. I thought I could talk you out of it at first, and by the time I realized I couldnât...â He shrugged again. âI couldnât stand the thought of you looking that sad again, or the thought of you marrying someone else.â
âMagnusâŠâ Alec struggled to find the words for what he was feeling. It was a lot to take in.
But whatever words he might have come up with were interrupted by a sudden, frantic pounding on the front door. Magnus sprang to his feet, rushing toward the door, Alec close on his heels. Magnus looked concerned, but not alarmed, so Alec figured he didnât need to run to the other room for his weapons, but he stayed close to Magnus just in case he needed backup.
Magnus flung open the door to reveal a frantic-looking Raphael.
âWhat happened?â Magnus demanded. âAre you all right?â
Raphael shook his head. âRagnor is missing.â
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Batman and the Wolf in Shining Armor || Ariana & Sammy/Ace
TIMING: Tonight, middle of the night PARTIES: @inspirationdivineâ & @letsbenditlikebennettâ SUMMARY: After looking for Ace/Sammy out in the woods for the past few nights, Ariana finally comes across him again. Wholesome times ensue. CONTENT: Sibling death mentions,Â
The past couple of nights, Ariana had made her way to their spot in the woods, hoping to catch Ace. Itâd been a while since she left her last note and she knew it left him a bit worried. Turned out, it was with good reason though not even skipping late night runs through the wood had done her any good. She swallowed back the lump that felt like lead in her throat and slid down the tree to sit on the ground as she waited. If he didnât show up tonight, she was going to have to check that tunnel out again and try to find where he was. She intended to help him and make sure his situation was safe, as she had that looming feeling present that it wasnât, but things had just spiraled so out of control. She would follow through for him though. Ace was kind, sweet, and funny-- whatever he was going through that limited how much he could share with her wasnât deserved. Too many good people seemed to be getting the shit end of the stick and she wasnât going to let that happen to Ace, too. The crunching of leaves beneath shoes shook her from her thoughts as her head whipped around to see the source. A tired, but relieved smile spread across her face as she jumped up to greet Ace. She immediately enveloped him in a hug and said, âIâm so glad youâre here. Been trying to catch you the last few nights.â
Sammy hadnât been wandering so much lately. It hadnât been easy to get out with Lydia having one kind of guest or another. Never reveal your presence to a guest. Well, this one apparently didnât even sleep. Fuck, heâd thought, but tonight, heâd made it out. Even though heâd seen the eye in the sky, the moon didnât look too shabby. Heâd curled his hands into his pockets, and run. No scratch left on his skin anymore, the rambling excuses about dried clay had barely satiated Lydia, but she hadnât questioned it too closely. He wandered into the woods, his chest tight, desperate to see Ariana again after the notes sheâd left him. But the young wolf caught him by surprised when she jumped up from the tree, and when she hugged him he swung his wiry arms right around hers, effortlessly picking up her up in a bear hug. âYeah, god, I missed you Ari. You scared the hell out of me.â
Ariana clung to him longer than she normally would have, taking in his earthy scent that always vaguely reminded her of clay and burying her head into his chest. With everything else that happened, it was such a huge relief to see him here alive despite the fact sheâd failed to check up on him sooner. As she pulled away, she weakly explained, âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â She meant as much, though she wasnât even sure how to explain what happened. It was terrible and there wasnât really a way of making it sound less terrible, not that she thought Ace needed her to filter anything, it was just a lot to put on someone who clearly had their own problems. Not that he could talk about them which only furthered the sour feeling in her stomach so she tried to shake that away, though a trace of a grimace was left on her face. âA lot happened, but Iâm mostly safe now. Or at least, thereâs not anyone actively hunting for me anymore. Are you okay though? How have you been?â
âWoah, hey,â Sammy said, holding her even tighter as she pressed her face into his chest. He helped her tight, ad when she pulled away, he hated the feeling of letting her go. This werewolf had stolen a piece of his heart a long time ago. âDonât apologise for that, Ari. Never.â He insisted firmly, squinting in the dark to her. âNo oneâs hunting you anymore? Ari, thatâs fantastic! Agh, same as ever. New eye in the sky, same old Ace. Itâs been a pretty quiet old time for me. Mainly Iâve been looking forward to all those prom photos you promised me.âÂ
Ariana let out a breath as she tried to keep herself from grimacing as he spoke. Ace meant well and really was just so sweet, there was literally no way he could have known that prom night had been the worst night of her life so far. If things hadnât turned out so tragically wrong, she would have even found how eager he was to see photos from the evening endearing. Fuck. âFantastic, right,â she started, voice not all that convincing as she pulled out her phone to show him some of the photos. She half wanted to just tell him what happened, but a bigger part of her just wanted to have a nice, light-hearted evening with the mysterious friend sheâd made in the forest. She scrolled through a couple of the pictures, showing him as she went. Her purple hair had been done up in a bun and black headband that perfectly matched her long, black dress. Sheâd looked so⊠happy. Then she realized she went back too far when she came up on the ones of her and Celeste, quickly throwing the phone down and cringing as she heard the sound of her screen hitting the root of a tree. She hadnât even realized her eyes were welling up as she shakily said, âShit, I shouldnât have--â Her gaze fell down to her unsteady hands, completely ignoring the fallen phone, and instantly felt bad for making him worry about her yet again.
It didnât sound that fantastic when she said it like that. Sammy bit his doubt into his cheek, swinging himself around to peer over Arianaâs shoulder. âYouâre right, that dress is amazing,â he commented idly, from what theyâd talked about last time. But the more they flicked through a myriad of faces, the more stiff Ari became. The more uncomfortable. He flinched back, heart hammering, when she flung her phone to the ground. For a split second, heâd seen someone elseâs rage. But this was Ari. She was⊠she was fine. âItâs okay. Ari, itâs okay.â His voice didnât quite sound it. Sammy picked up the phone. The screen was cracked to hell, but the photo of Ariana next to that woman was still there, smiling up at him, like a dream team. It looked, well, normal. Not something that would make someone cry, unless⊠well, fuck, there were a lot of reasons someone would well up at the sight of an ugly photo. âAriana, whatâs up? What happened? You can tell me.â
All she had wanted was a nice normal night with Ace and here she was throwing her phone and crying over prom photos. Ariana should have known the photos would be a bad idea. Thereâd been a reason she hadnât gone through them herself, but seeing the last photo she and Celeste would ever take together had brought on a new wave of grief that she hadnât quite been ready to ride. Not now. Her breath was hitched in her throat and he seemed so concerned. He deserved an answer for the outburst that had clearly startled him. She tried to keep her breathing even and blink away the tears. âIâm sorry- I didnât mean to-- Prom was-- Something bad happened,â she gasped for another breath as if would calm the erratic thudding of her heart in her chest, âIâm not being hunted anymore because they already--â Her voice cracked and she hadnât realized her fists had been clenched in her lap. She stretched out her shaking hands, trying to force some of the tension out of her body. Trying to find the strength to say the words she hadnât even wanted to believe. She took a deep breath in and out, forcing herself to say the rest, âTh-they shot me with some sort of weird dart outside the hotel and took me away to some warehouse. The photo was Celeste, my sis-- Sheâs dead. She died saving me.â
âAri?â Sammy swallowed, hating how awkward his body felt as he reached for her, faltered. His happy go lucky facade failing him as tears sprung in her eyes. âSomething- wha-â THe words kept catching, and none of it was sinking in. Theyâd already what? Theyâd already what?? And yet part of him knew. He remembered his first hunt. Thirteen, and only half way through had his parents realised as he crumpled under the weight of a newly risen spawn that heâd been faking all those super powers all along. His family, they werenât like that, they didnât just hunt for the sake of it, but when they hunted. Fuck. His body trembled. Shit. There were supposed to clever words springing to his head. Something kind and comforting that would make her laugh in a sad way and then the moment would be over. âShit. Ari, thatâs so shitty.â
âIt is,â Ariana managed to choke out as she wiped the tears away from her eyes. When was this going to get easier? Saying the words out loud felt like pouring salt into a still open wound every single time and she hated it. Then here was Ace, normally so positive even throughout whatever his sketchy predicament was, looking so sad for her. So at a loss for how to help because really, there was no helping it. All there was to do was to go through it and feel the loss every time it crept up on her. She took another deep breath in and out, steadying herself again. âIâm--,â she started, but realized he wouldnât expect her to apologize for this, âI just wanted a normal night together so I didnât start with that. Well, normal for us.â She added the last part, realizing their meetings werenât what most would classify as normal, but she always looked forward to them. Always felt a small surge of excitement whenever they actually made it to their spot on the same night.
Thatâs so shitty. Real man of words there, Sammy. This, as Lydia would say, was why he wasnât with her for his skill with words. Here was what he could do, though, which wasnât fucking much at all, considering all his money was stolen from Lydiaâs wallet and he could only get out a few nights a month. He could be there for her, right now. âYeah, well, normal for us aint all that normal. Especially right now. I mean, you saw the eye in the sky, right?â He cracked a wry smile, and then curled his arms round her, ever so carefully. âCâmon. You donât have to be okay right now.â
Maybe he wasnât the best with words, but Ariana found herself letting out a chuckle as Ace spoke. Even if there were still tears in her eyes, something about Ace just being Ace was comforting. There wasnât anything anyone could really do to make things better. She didnât need better though. She just needed reasons to get up every morning, no matter how big or small they were. Well, Ace was more of a reason to stay out later than she should at night, but still, it helped. âYouâre not wrong. Fuck that eyeball sun. All Iâm saying is the moon would never.â Her smile and voice were still a little shaky. How gently Ace put his arms around her was welcomed and she leaned into him, feeling her heartbeat slow as she relaxed a bit. âI know I donât have to be. Iâm just so sick of being sad, you know?â
âThe moon better not!â Sammy replied, with something that might have been a grin in any other situation, but right now was closer to a grimace. He just squeezed her tighter, cradling her in his arms as they stood in those woods. Trees creaked and at times he thought the shadows had eyes, but holding her tight, there wasnât much here of which he was frightened. âYeah, I know, what thatâs like. That just doesnât get rid of the sad. You just get to have feelings next to the sad too.â
There was no escaping the constant ache Ariana felt these days, but in this moment it wasnât front and center. The feeling of his arms squeezing her even tighter sent something akin to a flutter through her chest. Even with the constant hint of sadness in the background, it was a nice moment. She could relish in the comforting sounds of the woods humming around them and how familiar Aceâs scent was becoming. Even if it was only for a few minutes, she felt okay. âFeelings next to the sad, that can work. Or itâs working,â she mumbled, head still tucked into his arms before looking back up at him, tears mostly faded away, âI am happy to see you and know weâre both okay. I know youâre not able to talk about things and I have kind of a hunch on why, but I do worry about you, too.â
âYeah, just feel all of it.â Sammy said, tucking his chin over his heads. He held her until she looked up at him, and shit, the heartbreak in her eyes almost knocked him out all by themselves. Iâve got you, he wanted to say, but like hell he did. Only out a few nights a month, missing her half the time. âYeah. Please donât do anything with that hunch. Iâm safe. Well,â he huffed a laugh, âAs safe as any scrawny guy like me wandering these kindsa woods at night before I find my protective wolf in shining armour. Do you have like, shit, pack? Is that the right word? Or people as a whole supporting you?â
There was concern still etched in her features as he told Ariana to not do anything with her suspicions. It was a little bit late for that, but she had every intention to make sure he was not only safe, but free to live his life as he pleased. She gave his arm a squeeze and agreed anyway. It was probably safer if he didnât know she planned to help him. âIf you say so. Please tell me if you do need help though. I pack quite the punch, but Iâve got a lot of contacts, too.â She wasnât about to lose someone else she cared about if she could do anything to help it. She lightened the mood a little bit with an arched brow and a smirk as she retorted, âYouâre not that scrawny. I do like the wolf in shining armor part though.â She intended to live up to it. âOh, yeah, I have a pack now and a pretty big found family. Lots of wolves, a few witches, a selkie, a zombie, a banshee, and hey, even won over a werewolf hunter because Iâm that adorable.â
Sammy didnât point out that he wouldnât be able to point out that he literally couldnât tell her either way, but he didnât need help. He only liked sneaking out at night, heâd never⊠leave Lydia, or betray her. âThanks, Ari.â He gave her another squeeze. Looking down at himself, he snickered. âUh, yeah, I am. Skin and bones.â He grinned at her. âI like the wolf in shining armor too.â He leant them against a nearby tree, arm slung over the tree. âYou know, half that list could be made up and I wouldnât be able to tell. Iâm real glad youâve got people looking out for you like that, in the day time.â
Ariana had her doubts that heâd be able to tell her if he needed her help, it didnât matter too much. She was going to look out for him whether he knew it or not. âAnytime,â she reassured. Ace was a bit skinny and she had to chuckle a bit at his own observation. âOkay, maybe a little scrawny, but youâre still a cute forest Batman.â She nudged his arm jokingly, still grinning a bit. âNow Iâm disappointed that I didnât say I have a pet dragon or something. But yeah, Iâm definitely safe-- and hey, Iâll know if Iâm ever going to die soon because of the banshee. So looks like youâre stuck with me for a while, Ace.â She followed his lead, leaning into him and the tree and found herself feeling content that theyâd get to spend this evening together. Sheâd missed all their late night chats and she had every intention of making sure nothing got in the way of them. For now, sheâd enjoy the present moment in their spot under a sparkling night sky.
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Hopeless
Request: Dean are together since season one cap pilot, he was her first time and everything, when Dean goes to hell, she is a fucking mess, she sleeps on baby listening to his songs and doesnât eat, she throws herself on hunts, doesnât tell Sam, on a hunt she almost gets killed and Derek Hale saves her, they start a friendship, but Derek falls for her, Sam sees the way he looks at her, she all can think is Dean, the three of them tries to save Dean, one night she tired of everything goes and takes baby for a ride, she stops and sits on the front of the car, and she looks at the sky and prays, to someone help her to get her Dean back, she comes back and places baby, she plays the music and sleeps, later Sammy pulls a blanket on her, she is weak and giving up, on the next morning she is not there, and Dean is back, Castiel tells them that he listened her prayers and came to her he needed a pure soul to get him back so he took her soul to get Dean out, when he got Dean out he returned her soul, Dean comes to the motel and please so fluff and angst reunion, and Derek fights with Dean but she gets in the middle and chooses Dean cause is her true and only love.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Derek Hale x Reader (kinda), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel
Warnings: grief, characters death (mentioned), sad reader, angst, loss of a loved one, violence, fighting, fluff, comforting
Please be aware I do not follow the storyline of Teen Wolf as I never watched the show.
âYou need to eat something, kiddo.â Bobby rumbles as you read another book, desperately trying to find a way to get Dean back.
âIâm not hungry, Bobby. Thank you but I canât eat if Iâm not hungry.â You whisper trying to hold back more tears. For weeks you are a mess. The moment Dean got ripped open, but hellhounds, the moment the love of your life diedâŠyou died too.
âKiddo, I know itâs hard for you, even harder than for me and Sam but Dean wouldnât want you to starve or die on a hunt,â Bobby says sitting down next to you on his old couch. âI know you miss him, Y/N. We all do. I tried everything. Called anyone but there is no way to get Dean back.â
âThere must be a way. I canâtâŠâ Choking on tears you run out of Bobbyâs house to spend another night in the backseat of Deanâs beloved carâŠBabyâŠthe only thing you got left of him. This and his old worn-out leather jacket you wear every night to at least smell him.
Led Zeppelin is blaring as you try to find some sleep but as usual you canât wrap your head around the fact Dean is goneâŠheâs gone. Memories float your mind... your first kiss with DeanâŠmaking out in the backseatâŠyour first time.
How shall you ever get over him?
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The next weeks you spend hunting anything you can find. Sam tried to stop you more than once. Tried to make you see Dean wouldnât want you to die too.
You know he wouldnât want you to dieâŠyou canât be together. Not even after your death. Heâs in hell and you go wherever faith decides to send you.
âYou should stop hunting non-stop.â Sam sighs looking at the scratches at your cheek.
âThatâs nothing. You should see the other guyâŠdead and gone.â You state as your friend tries to give you a cracked smile. He canât tell you he tried anything to get his brother back. Even considered making a deal with a crossroad demon.
There is no hope leftâŠ
âIâm fine, Sam. Iâm going to have a shower and sleep a bit.â You lie. Truth is you already found another hunter in Beacon Hill so you will sneak out, hunt the monster and spend some time on your own to grieve in silence.
----
âAsshole. Is that all youâve got?â You pant walking backward to bring distance between you and the werewolf. Heâs ready to pounce, gritting his teeth he smirks at you.
âDelicious little hunter, Iâm going to feast on you tonight.â He chuckles but he doesnât see another man coming. Tackling the werewolf, a tall guy rams something into the manâs chest, crushing his heart.
âYou okay?â The man asks glancing over his shoulder as you fall to your knees, bleeding heavily.
âThanksâŠâ You groan. Just now you see the man saving you killed the man with his hands, not a weapon.
âWhoaâŠstay with me, pretty girl.â
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âThanks for calling me,â Sam says glancing at the stranger holding your hand.
âShe shouldnât hunt on her own. These wolves are older, Alphasâ
âWho are you? Hunter?â Eying the black-haired man suspiciously Sam inconspicuously grabs his gun, aiming it toward the manâs head.
âDude calm down. Iâm no harm. See Iâm Derek, this is my hometown and I came across the old mill as I heard a fight. I found your friend and killed the werewolf attacking her.â Derek explains.
âWith bare hands.â Sam snarls.
âGuilty. Iâm a werewolf too, but I do not kill people or eat their hearts. Iâm an Alpha, thatâs the reason I was able to kill the other werewolf that easily. I did not harm your friend. Even called you, okay. I like her smell.â Derek mutters and Sam secures his gun.
âFine. Tell me about the other wolves and why Y/N was after them.â Sam says sitting down onto a chair. Hand grazing his gun.
âFor years there is a fight going on between werewolves like me and other wolves. The others areâŠwildâŠnot civilized like my family and our allies. Sometimes they attack and innocent bystanders get killed. I wanted to take care of Caleb as he killed a boy some days ago.â Derek explains glancing at Sam and then at your unconscious form.
âThanks for saving her. Sheâs having a hard time. My brother, her boyfriend died recently, and she throws herself into hunts. Reckless. I donât know what to do. I tried anything to get Dean back.â Sam sighs and Derek glances at you.
âI could stick around and help. I know some powerful witches and I read a lot of books about the supernatural in general. Maybe we can find a way to help Y/N.â Derek suggests and Sam nods. Not trusting Derekâs motives but if he can help to get Dean backâŠso be it.
---
Weeks have passed after the incident and you must admit Derek is a nice guy. Smart, funny and strong. He is helpful during hunts and you would call him a friend even.
Sam is watching you right now, or rather he is watching Derek watching you.
Led Zeppelinâs âRamble onâ is blaring out of the Impala as you dance in front of the car, wearing Deanâs jacket. This way you feel connected with the man you lostâŠthis way you feel less lonely.
Derekâs eyes wander to your legs, back to your hips swaying to the music and a growl leaves his lips. Sam is watching Derek with concern. You do not recognize the way your new friend is looking at you, too distracted by finding a way to get Dean back.
----
More days have passed, and you just canât take it anymore. Sam and Derek try to convince you to move on, or to not give up hope but you reached the bottom.
The night is chilly, the stars shine bright and you decide to go on a ride, to change the scenery for a short amount of time. So you grab Deanâs jacket, Babyâs keys and speed off to the spot Dean and you used to visit to watch the stars together.
Lying on Babyâs hood you try to decide what to do with the rest of your life, but you only imagined your life with Dean.
Your eyes fill with tears once again as you fold your hands, praying to anyone out there, up thereâŠeven down there to help you getting Dean back. Every thought, every word leaving your lips is a plea to anyone out thereâŠ
An hour or two later you realize how stupid the idea was to pray to someone to come and help you getting Dean back. Devastated, defeated and without any hope, you drive back to BobbyâsâŠ
----
Sam heard the Impala minutes ago so he silently walk out of the house to see you sobbing in the backseat. Weakly clinging to Deanâs leather jacket you mumble Deanâs name as Sam covers you with a soft blanket.
âSleep a bit, Y/N. We will find a way, promised.â Sam lies and you are too far gone to respond.
----
âWhere is Y/N?â Derek asks glancing at the empty bed in your room.
âSlept in the Impala as almost every night.â Sam sighs walking out of the house only to stop in his tracks. His hands start shaking as he drinks the figure in standing next to the Impala.
âSammy?â Dean gasps. âHowâŠ? Did one of you do something stupid?â
âDeanâŠâ Sam sniffles as Bobby splashes holy water into Deanâs face.
âI told you itâs me, Bobby. Was the silver knife not enough?â Dean mutters. âWhere is Y/N?â
âIn the backseat,â Sam says pointing toward Deanâs car, but his brother shakes his head.
âNo. she ainât in the car. There was only my leather jacket.â Dean says and Samâs hands start shaking again, this time due to fearâŠ
âY/NâŠdid you do something stupid?â Sam pants ripping the door to the backseat open.
âI think I can explain this.â A man in a trench coat says popping up next to Sam.
âHolyâŠâ Dean curses.
âClose. Iâm an angel of the Lord. I heard Y/Nâs prayers and gripped you tight to raise you from perdition.â The angel says. âMy name is Castiel.â
âGreat but this doesnât explain where Y/N is,â Derek mutters and Dean glares at the foreign man.
âWho are you?â Dean barks.
âY/Nâs friendâŠâ
âFriend?â Gasping Dean looks at Sam who is shaking his head. âOnly a friend, Dean.â
âY/N is safe at a motel close by. She needs to rest. I had to borrow her soul, as I needed a pure soul to get yours back, Dean. Now you are back I returned her soul but the procedure was exhausting and I put her to sleep in a bedâŠâ Castiel explains and Dean gulps.
âWhere is she, angel?â Dean asks.
----
âShe is in there. I suggest to not stress her too much. Her soul is back but sheâs still weak and needs to rest. Maybe eat something. I think Y/N didnât eat well for weeks.â The angel says before vanishing.
âSon of a bitch! Stealing a girls soul and leaving her alone in a motel room.â Dean curses storming into the motel room with Derek hot on his heels.
âY/N?â Dean whispers as you slowly open your eyesâŠsmiling. âWhat a pleasant dream. I hope you would visit me in my dream. Iâm so lost without you, Dean. Can you stay for a while?â You ask.
âMaybe he should just leave. According to what Bobby said he didnât care he would die and leave you alone. He didnât think twice, only wanted to save his brother, Y/N. I would never leave you like thisâŠâ Derek spats and Dean glares at him.
âWho asked you for your opinion, jerk!â Dean retorts. Puffing his chest.
âI saved her as you were busy rotting in hell. Sheâs mine now.â
âThe hell, she is my girlâŠyou canât have her.â Dean is ready to attack Derek without thinking twice.
Derek raises his fists as you get off the bed, getting between both men you shake your head. âDerek, I like you as a friend and Iâm grateful you saved me back then, but I only love Dean, no one else. My heart belongs to himâŠalwaysâŠforeverâŠâ You say and Derek nods.
âI got it. I know when a girl doesnât want me. I better take my leave. If you ever need my helpâŠgive me a call.â Derek sighs watching you hugging and kissing Dean.
âIâve missed you so much, Dean.â You sniffle pawing at this shoulders, holding onto him for dear life.
âIâve missed you too. No cute girls down there.â Dean chuckles.
âI took good care of your Baby.â You state proudly and Dean sniffles. âBut you didnât take care of my favorite Baby. I guess now I need to take care of you.â
âI was just hopeless without youâŠâ
âI knowâŠI swear Iâll never leave you again. NeverâŠâ
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Stella and the Wolf - Chapter 1
Stiles Stilinski is trying to juggle homework, high school, stupid dumb crushes on unattainable people, and werewolves. Keeping the supernatural secret from his dad is hard enough, but when it comes to Stella, his eight-year-old sister, it turns out itâs impossible.Â
You can find the Tumblr Chapter Index here, or read here on AO3.Â
CHAPTER 1
âDad!â Stella yells as she comes thumping down the stairs. âStiles let a werewolf in the house!â
Stiles freezes for a second, his pop tarts burning his fingers as he grabs them from the toaster. Then his brain reminds him that this hurts, and he swears under his breath as he juggles them onto a plate, spinning around to see what their dadâs reaction is going to be.
âDid he?â Dad asks mildly as Stella storms into the kitchen. He doesnât even look up from whatever message heâs reading on his phone. âNo werewolves in the house, son.â
âRight,â Stiles says, and smirks at Stella. âNo werewolves in the house.â
âItâs true!â Stella bellows. âDad! Itâs true!â
Stellaâs eight. She has a vivid imagination, and she can stick to a lie for weeks. Dad probably thinks this is just like the time that she claimed she ate twelve donuts in one sitting, or that Mrs. Sanders from across the road is really a bank robber, or that she punched a zombie so hard that its head fell off.
Stella Stilinski is a lying liar who lies.
Stiles makes a face at her, his heart thumping wildly, and escapes with his pop tarts to the living room.
âYouâre not eating pop tarts for dinner, are you?â Dad calls after him.
âOf course not!â Stiles yells back.
Stiles Stilinski is also a lying liar who lies.
It runs in the family.
***
Dad has been on night shift this week, so Stiles has to get Stella to bed. They used to have a sitter, Mrs. Levinson, but she moved to Florida a few weeks ago, and even before that her knees werenât great, so Stiles usually ended up taking Stella upstairs and putting her to bed anyway to save her the trip. When Mrs. Levinson retired, Dad made noise about hiring someone else, but Stiles is sixteen now, and itâs not like heâs incapable of looking after his sister at night, right? Also, this way Dad could up his allowance.
Except werewolves. Werewolves are a thing that happened. And werewolves and all their related supernatural fuckery do not respect the fact that Stiles canât just go gallivanting around town at night anymore. Not that he should have been doing any nocturnal gallivanting in the first place, but, well. Stiles and impulse control have never been in a working relationship. When Mrs. Levinson was snoozing in front of the TV downstairs it was easy for Stiles to climb out his window and escapeâhence the night he dragged Scott into the woods and Scott got bitten in the first placeâbut now? He canât leave an eight-year-old kid alone in the house, and if he tells Dad that maybe they should look at getting another sitter after all, Dadâs going to want to know why. And Stiles doesnât have an answer for that. At all.
So he stays in, and he locks the doors, and werewolves still happen.
Persistently.
Werewolves do not respect locked doors.
At least, Derek Hale doesnât. He just uses a window instead.
Which is how he turned up last night, bleeding from somewhere underneath his ridiculously tight shirt, making vague threats about Scott having to stay away from the Argentsâha! As if Stiles or any power in the universe can stop him!âand generally growling and flashing his eyes and his fangs. And then, in the middle of bleeding all over Stilesâs floor, heâd suddenly stopped, winced as heâd straightened up, and said: âWhoâs that?â
And Stiles had turned around to find Stella standing in his bedroom doorway in her My Little Pony pajamas, a teddy bear shoved under her arm, and a very suspicious look on her very suspicious little face.
âOh, shit,â Stiles had said.
âIâm Stella,â Stella had announced. âAre you a werewolf?â
Derek had looked at Stiles.
Stiles had looked at Derek.
âOh, shit,â Stiles had said again.
âYou said a bad word,â Stella had informed him. âTwice!â
So werewolves are a thing, which Stiles has known for weeks, but now Stella also knows. Sometimes Stiles thinks his life canât get any messier, and sometimes the universe laughs in his face and tells him to hold its beer and watch this. Â
Stiles finishes his pop tarts while sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. He can still hear Stella thumping around upstairs, probably still pissed because Dad didnât believe her. For an eight-year-old, she can hold a grudge.
Thatâs probably genetic too.
Stiles grabs the remote control and channel surfs for a while. He looks up when Dad appears.
âIâm off,â Dad says. âTry to get to bed before midnight, huh?â
âOh, totally,â Stiles lies. âHave a good shift, Dad.â
Dad shows him a tired smile. âStella? Iâm going to work!â
Stella comes thumping down the stairs again, flings herself into Dadâs arms for a hug, and then, when Dad leaves, sits down on the couch beside Stiles and glares at him.
âGo and have a shower,â he tells her. âItâs almost your bedtime.â
âYouâre not the boss of me,â she grumbles, and then sighs, and her little body slumps into the couch cushions. âWill you come and read me a story?â
Sheâs still holding that grudge, Stiles knows, but story time is sacrosanct.
âOf course,â he tells her, like heâs dying to find out what happens in the next chapter of Matilda and isnât just humouring her.
Although, who is he kidding? He actually is dying to find out what happens next. Matilda is awesome.
Stella grins at him, and goes upstairs to shower.
***
Thereâs a framed photograph in Stellaâs bedroom. Dad took the picture. Itâs Mom, with Stiles sitting on one side of her, and baby Stellaâweird and new and squishy-facedâin her arms. It used to sit on the desk in Dadâs office, but he put it in Stellaâs room after Mom died. On the frame, in beautiful cursive lettering it says, âClaudia, Agnieszka & MieczysĆawâ. By the time he was eight, Stiles was already calling himself Stiles. By the time Stella arrived, he was already calling her Stella, because Mom and Dad told him as soon as they found out that he was getting a little sister, and he wanted her to have a name that sounded like his.
Their nicknames both kind of stuck.
His Mom used to call him Mischief.
He wonders what she would have called Stella, but by the time Stella was already a few months old, some days Mom didnât even remember she had a new baby.
She went downhill very fast, from diagnosis to death within the year.
Sometimes Stiles worries that thereâs a time bomb inside his skull, and inside Stellaâs. He sometimes worries that when he forgets something simple, or stumbles over a word, that itâs happening, that itâs already too late.
He looks away from the photograph, his throat aching, as Stella bounces into the room. Sheâs wearing Stilesâs old stud muffin t-shirt, which sheâs stolen and claimed as pajamas even though it still fits Stiles, thanks very much, and a towel bundled around her wet hair.
Stiles sighs and picks up the comb from her dresser. If it were up to Stella sheâd go to sleep with it like that, and wake up in the morning with a cross between a ratâs nest and a beehive. Stiles has learned this from bitter experience.
He sits down on Stellaâs bed, shifting back so she can plant herself in front of him, and starts the work of getting the tangles out.
âStiles?â she asks after a while. âAre werewolves a secret?â
Stilesâs stomach clenches. âYeah. A big secret.â
âDad says secrets are bad,â Stella reminds him. âThat if grownups ask you to keep secrets, itâs not right, and youâre supposed to tell Dad or Mrs. McCall or a teacher.â
Stiles exhales. Yeah, Dad is the sheriff. He knows all about the secrets some adults ask kids to keep. Secrets are bad. Surprisesâlike Stilesâs thirteenth birthday partyâare okay. Stella hadnât known that at the time, and tearfully spilled the beans at breakfast the week beforehand. In the Stilinski household there is now a firm line drawn between secrets and surprises.
âThatâs true,â he says.
âYouâre almost a grownup,â she says, twisting around to face him. âAnd you want me to keep a secret.â
Sometimes Stiles wonders if she even knows how much she can punch him in the gut with just a look.
âMost grownups donât know about werewolves,â Stiles says, working the comb carefully through her hair. âIt would be very dangerous for werewolves if they found out. People might try to hurt them.â
People already have. The Hales are a testament to that.
Stella makes a small noise. âIs that why that boy was bleeding?â
âYeah.â Stiles thinks of Derekâs bloodstained shirt, pulled tight across his abdomen, the tears in the fabric revealing an expanse of already-healed skin. A part of him also registers some amusement at hearing anyone refer to Derek Hale as a boy, instead of the chiselled-from-marble specimen of manhood that he is. But the less said about that, and the uncomfortable levels of arousal he feels whenever Derek is in his vicinity, the better. âThere are people who hurt werewolves. Hunters. So thatâs why we keep them a secret.â
âOh.â Stella is silent for a moment. âLike how if you know who a superhero is, you canât tell anyone.â
âRight.â
âSuperheroes arenât supposed to be real either,â she points out. âIs Batman real?â
âIâm pretty sure Batmanâs not real.â
âThat makes sense,â Stella decides. âIf he was real and trying to be a secret, anyone who reads the comics would know heâs Bruce Wayne.â
âThat is a good point.â
Stella tilts her head. âI wonât tell anyone about werewolves then.â
âGood. Thatâs good. Itâs really important that nobody finds out.â Stiles pauses for a moment, and hooks an arm around her for a quick hug. Then he finishes combing through her hair, and plaits it into a loose braid. Stella holds up her hand and he tugs the hair elastic off her wrist to finish up. âThere. All done. Did you brush your teeth?â
âYep!â
Stiles pushes her away gently and stands up so that she can climb under her comforter. âAre we reading more Matilda tonight?â
Her dark eyes light up, so Stiles picks up the book from her nightstand and settles in to read.
***
Stellaâs bedtime is eight, so once sheâs in bed Stiles heads downstairs to grab a snack. Then, a can of Pringles wedged under his arm, he goes back upstairs to his room to work on his homework. Homework and babysitting. Thatâs his life. And to think Stiles had started this year with a plan to become popular! The allowance his dad pays him puts gas in his Jeep, which is great, but also, now he has nowhere to go. He likes to think that if he didnât have to spend so much time looking after Stella that heâd have a bunch of awesome parties to go to, but who is he kidding? Heâs not that popular, and nobody wants to invite the Sheriffâs kid to the fun parties anyway.
Homework and babysitting and werewolves.
Jesus. His eight-year-old sister knows about werewolves, and Stiles has no idea what the hell heâs supposed to do about that.
He falls asleep in front of his laptop and his half-finished English paper.
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Pyrophyte - A Werewolf/Witch AU
Characters:Â Keith Kogane, Pidge/Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Sam Holt, Colleen Holt, pretty much everyone will be here eventually!
Pairings:Â Keith/Pidge|Katie
Tags: Action/adventure, Fantasy AU, smut, fluff, angst, swearing, violence.
Summary:  Katie Holt and her brother, Matt, are gifted with elemental powers, but while Katie's are calm and helpful, Matt's are destructive and frightening.  When Matt runs away Katie sets off from their family home to find him, leading her into the woods where she meets a handsome stranger who is more than he seems. Join Pidge and Keith on a fantasy adventure that takes them halfway across a kingdom to discover not only the truth behind an ancient legend but within themselves.
A/N: Okay peeps! Just in time for Keithâs birthday, I present the Werewolf/Witch Au that spawned from the incredible mind of @piixiefawn ! This was her concept and we have spent the last few weeks both fleshing this out and giggling like idiots when things ran away with us! There will be art to go with this series by the wonderful Pixie herself and I will continue to fit in writing it as and when I can! There is no posting schedule other than I will try and make it whenever I can!
For now, relax and enjoy!
Prologue
Her mother had always warned her about wolves. Â They were nothing more than brutal killers, vicious and non-discriminatory. Â Maybe she should have listened, maybe she should have never ventured this far into the dark wood that her entire village avoided. Â They told stories around the fire at night, in the tavern, of creatures that dwelled, worse than the wolves still, but without hard proof she had never believed it.
Katie Holt knew the forest like the back of her hand, both she and Matt did. Â Not that their parents knew that. Â For years they had snuck off, using the peace and seclusion to tinker with their powers, improving on the little tricks they had learnt over the years at a safe distance from anything combustible or valuable, always returning for dinner with claims that they had been to the village. Â She was truly hoping this knowledge would lead her to her wayward brother. Â The fact he was unprepared worried her, she was unsure what he had taken but knew it wasnât enough. Â In her heart she hoped he would return with her but her logical mind told her that might not be the case, and if he chose to stay at least she could give him his cape and reassure him he could return home any time.
She has a fair idea of where Matt might have gone, his direction at least, but his destination beyond that she was uncertain. Â He had talked so often about the places he longed to visit and the quickest way was through the forest. Â They didnât fear the forest, neither of them, despite the tales the villagers told, and she knew this was the way he had planned to travel. Â Going around the forest added at least a day onto the journey, by their estimates, and it had seemed silly not to go the shortest route when they were so confident. Â Of course, they had never visited the forest at night.
Katieâs belief that the forest would remain unchanged during the night was quickly destroyed, the familiar surroundings suddenly dark and foreboding. Â The nocturnal sounds of the forest she had found comforting from her bed were emphasised up close, haunting and eerie, every sound sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps on her skin. Â She had always felt at home in the forest; being among nature was akin to being among family for her; but now she felt small and insignificant, an interloper being watched by those who truly belonged, those who hunted, those who preyed, those who ate...
Katie picked up her pace, moving as quickly as she dared through the undergrowth, her heart beating a staccato in time with her rapid footfalls. Â The lantern in her hand cast spectral shadows all around, the undergrowth seeming to move all around her. Â She tried to logic it away that it was her eyes playing tricks on her, there couldnât really be that many things out here, they had never seen a single predator in all these years, but as a howl went up she reconsidered that assessment fairly quickly. Â A branch broke behind her and she spun, missing her footing and stumbling onto her rear. Â She put her hands back to lessen the fall but knocked the lantern from her grasp, and it rolled out of reach.
The new position of the lantern cast her shadow against a large tree and her eyes darted around, listening for any sound, any sign that the noise had been random, which was when she became aware of a low growl. Â Every hair on her body sprang to life at once, fear dragging its nails down her spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Â The growl grew louder as her heart began to pound loud enough for her to hear, but not enough to drown out the primordial sound that had her fight or flight instinct screaming at her to get up and run. Â And yet she couldnât move, she felt paralysed as her breath left her body in shuddering gasps, and before her, like something from her worst nightmare, a pair of amber eyes appearing from the darkness her shadow cast, the growl increasing with its approach. Â The wolf was almost as big as the ponies traders brought to the village, she could have easily mounted it, but while it was a large creature it was evidently underfed, and that perhaps scared Katie all the more.
âYou know,â Katie said quietly as she edged backwards, âIâm not really a threat, Iâm just passing through, so Iâm just going to get out of here andâŠâ  Another wolf appeared on her left, smaller than the first, and was soon joined by three more around the area.  She was almost surrounded.  âOh, you have friends!â  She babbled nervously.  âOr family.  Yeah, I have one too, in fact Iâm looking for one of them so I have to go.â  She had almost reached the lantern and she carefully drew her knees up, placing her feet in readiness to stand.  The approach of the wolves was painfully slow, each foot falling silently in a gradual progression that made her realise they were toying with her, that the snap of the branch had been deliberate.  They wanted some fun before they fed.  Katie swallowed hard.  âSoâŠIâm just going to get out of here, leave youâŠin peace.â  She said as her hand gripped the handle of the lantern and she began to push to her feet.  Which was when the lead wolfâs growl turned into a snarl, teeth bared as it stopped still, lowering itself in readiness to pounce.  âOh crap.â  Katie murmured, freezing in place as she risked a glance down at the wolvesâ feet, sending her power towards the undergrowth around it.  She skittered to her feet and bolted away, even as she heard the jaws snap as the wolf leapt forward.  She knew it wouldnât get any further, not for a moment or two, as she had tangled it and its pack mates in the vegetation, but she was sure it wouldnât hold them for long.  She had to hope she could put some space between them, maybe find a tree to climb, anything.
She turned down the lantern so she wasnât so obvious in the darkness, and that was her next mistake. Â They would still hear her, they would still catch her scent, and they would definitely find her now she had tripped over a raised root and fallen headlong with a yelp, her hood falling over her eyes, temporarily blinding her.
Panic gripped Katie, her chest tight and stomach churning, fingers gripping the lantern tightly as she tried to fight through the fear and get back to her feet. Â Her basket was beside her, she could feel it against her side, and she suddenly regretted not bringing something to defend herself with. Â But first, she needed to see, for what good it would do her in the dark. Â She swept the hood back and it cost her valuable time.
A weight landed on her back, a weight with a deep growl and hot breath on the back of her neck. Â She couldnât move, she couldnât even cry out for help, fear paralysing her more effectively than any of the poisonous plants her mother had taught her to avoid. Â Something wet and warm dripped onto the back of her neck and she choked out a sob, screwing her eyes up tight as the last dregs of hope drained from her. Â She lay there and waited for the inevitable.
Katie spent what she thought would be her last moments praying to the old gods, to any of the many deities her parents had told her about in stories of the constellations, praying for Matt to return home safely, for her parents not to find whatever might be left of her, and finally for a swift and merciful death. Â It seemed to be the most sensible thing to do.
She stilled her breathing, afraid to inhale deeply, this moment frozen, even the wolf silenced, and then she realised why. Â A deeper growl was omitting from her right, a noise straight out of her worst nightmares and darkest imagination, something that even the wolves were afraid of. Â It got louder, although whether it was getting closer or just increasing in volume she was unsure, and the wolf on her back shifted then stepped off her. Â Still she didnât dare move, and she just lay there, waiting, until she heard the wolves dart away, which left her with what she assumed was a bigger problem. Â Whatever this was was obviously the forest big bad something, and the fear inside her didnât lessen any, but she knew she had one chance.
She grasped the lantern tightly as the undergrowth rustled, the sound getting closer, and she spun, turning the flame back up as she did so, hoping it might scare whatever creature this was long enough for her to run.
What she saw had her freeze again, but this time for a different reason. Â Standing over her, with a hand held towards her, was one very tall, very handsome, naked man.
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Thereâs no place like home- Part Two
Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchesterâs world. Is it her destiny?
Setting: End of season 13. This takes place between 13.17 and 13.18.
Warnings: language. POV may switch after certain sections.Â
A/N: I am new at posting these online, so please be patient. Do not mistake my lack of experience for ignorance if I do not quite get it yet. Sorry for any grammatical errors. This is part two of a series that has been in the works while watching the episodes unfold. Thanks for taking the time to read! Comments are always appreciated.
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Sam couldnât shake the feeling of guilt. What you said about them ruining the world wasnât exactly wrong. They didnât mean to do any of those things, but somehow they were always involved in a major way when it came to the impending doom of humanity. Saving people was what their ultimate goal was, but in the process they have ended up hurting so many others. So many that they cared about that they promised to protect. What exactly would Bobby have said when she yelled at them? What would he have done? Sam knew one thing for sure, Y/N had to be protected. Not only was she Bobbyâs daughter, but a girl that had a pretty normal life while trying to hunt monsters a concept impossible to him to even fathom. The idea that any harm could happen to her made Sam feel like his insides were twisted. He had to make this better for her. He had to watch over her. Thatâs what a brother would do, and as far as he was concerned she was family now.
Dean was already passed out when Sam got back. He had been able to get a couple hours of sleep in before Dean had texted and said they needed to meet. He sat in the raggedy old chair in the hotel and opened up his lap top, curious as to what Y/N was and who she was. What did she say she could do? Read auras? Did that mean she was clairvoyant? Probably not, didnât really fit her description of her capabilities. Sam dug through the web trying to see if anything popped up that made sense. Synesthesia came up came up after a couple of pages, the crossing of the senses. Maybe this was it or at least a scientific reasoning behind her abilities? Sam could not help but to think he was wasting his time now as the afternoon approached. A google search was not going to answer all of his questions. Perhaps she was a new type of supernatural being. Cas would probably know, but who knows where he was right now. Whatever she is, Sam couldnât help but to think how useful having powers like that would be on the road during a normal hunt. Right now he wished that was all he had in front of him. A normal monster or a quick salt and burn. He could already feel the stress rising in him as he thought about the impending doom that seemed inevitable. Michael and his angels destroying the world.
Dean started shifting in the bed like he was going to wake up. Sam shut the lap top and stared at his brother still snoring. Dean was such an ass to her before. How could she even consider them being around? Not only was Dean an ass, but she clearly had hatred for the name Winchester. Sam wanted to prove her wrong. They werenât the fuckups that she had heard of, they were just normal good guys trying to help the world. Â Well as normal as they could be in this life. It wasnât their fault that they were born to lead this life. Higher powers pushed them towards it. Â He picked up the keys to the impala and set forth to Y/Nâs hotel. He had to try again with her.
After figuring out which room she was in by showing one of the fake badges to the front desk Sam walked up to her door. Definitely not the kind of hotel he was used to. You could actually smell something sweet in the air, not the musty smell of aged furniture. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
âNo housekeeping!â yelled Y/N on the other side.
âY/N, its Sam.â He yelled back through the door while shifting his weight in unease.
Y/N opened the door looking like death had run her over. Hair in a tangled bun of a mess on top of her head and make up smeared around her eyes. Sam tried not to glance down and notice the too short of shorts on her with an oversized Journey tee.
âHey Y/N, Iâm sorry if I woke you up. I figured you might want a ride to your car and maybe some lunch?â Sam said apprehensively.
She rubbed her eyes, only spreading the make up more. She looked like a little raccoon now. A short little raccoon that was probably capable of taking him down within seconds.
âYeah, sounds okay. Give me 10 minutes okay? Iâll meet you in the lobbyâ she said with her eyes half shut and a yawn escaping her mouth.
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Ugh, who the hell is it knocking on your door this early?
âNo housekeeping!â you yelled while still holding the pillow tight to your face. You glanced at the clock on the little nightstand next to you realizing it was well after noon as you heard the voice from behind the door yell that it was Sam. The giant of a man with puppy dog eyes was knocking on your door after you had basically told him that you hated him and his brother. What could he possibly want? You got up from the bed, not caring what you looked like. He was no one that you cared at all to impress, even with him trying to ask nice last night.
As you opened up the door he immediately spoke up as if he was holding in a speech he had prepared. You needed to get your car and the rumble in your stomach told you that you should probably eat something sooner rather than later. He was trying and you could see it. It would take a lot to change your mind about him and his brother, but you appreciated his effort. You reluctantly agreed while remembering that you did care at least a little bit about others seeing you in this condition, so you told him to give you a few minutes.
You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you turned on the hot water. God you looked like hell. No not hell, you looked like you just wrestled with a werewolf and won. A grin appeared on your face remembering how easy it was to drop him down. The grin grew a bit larger when you remembered the look of shock on Deanâs face like he couldnât believe someone like you just took down the Big Bad wolf. There was an appreciation in proving that you werenât just some âlittle girlâ which he had called you during your initial encounter.
The dream you had about Charlie started to rise into your thoughts. She was right about one thing, they were handsome. But you could not see how they were like brothers to someone who was so warm and fun to be with. You wondered if you should mention her in front of them, but decided that since you havenât seen her in years it was probably a bad idea. What if they no longer spoke? Even worse, in this business what if something happened to her because of them?
You threw on a white t-shirt, a clean pair of jean shorts and your comfy sneakers. You were able to get rid of the raccoon eyes, but there was no need to apply any other make-up. Again, you didnât care to impress your driving companion on the way to your car and food. You brushed your teeth and hair fast while you looked around for your things. Wallet, keys, and knife. Check.
It had only taken 15 minutes since Sam walked away from your door to get ready. He could live with the extra 5 minutes you took. You see him standing in the lobby looking very out of place amongst the business men checking in and the dolled up housewives gripping their purses and shopping bags. He wore very beat up jeans, boots, and yet another flannel shirt. Did this man not realize it was almost summer?
He smiled at you as you walked past him, immediately heading for the old impala. This was the car that was parked next to yours when you met them. It had seemed like it was in pristine condition when you had rushed past it yesterday to get into your car. After last nightâs adventures and the brightness of the sun today you start to notice that this car has been through a lot. Tiny little marks along the fenders suggest that the drive on the dirt road last night had definitely not been the first. As Sam opened the door for you, you slid in and noticed how worn the steering wheel was, like someone had held on to it for life on more than one occasion. The seats worn down suggesting that hours have been spent by people sitting in them. A slight smell of menâs musk filled the air as you shut the door. These boys spend way too much time in here. A slight smile came across your lips when you realized that one could say that same about your baby, you spent way too much time with her as well.
Sam had already gotten in as you looked over to him and said, âNice car hereâ. He gave you a smile back as he turned the ignition over bringing her to life. The purr of your baby always provided a soothing release for you when you were stressed, and this one was no different.
âThanks, it was my dadâsâ he said while making sure there was no one in his way as he backed out of the spot.
âWas?â you asked trying to be civil and have a simple conversation to get to know this man more. Itâs not like they gave any insight to their lives, and while you knew about them you never heard their full story.
While not letting his eyes leave the road he simply replied, âYeah. He died about 12 years ago now.â
You couldnât help but to feel bad that you had brought it up. Even with all of your training you have had in being empathetic when emotional situations were brought up, you did not want to use any of them right now. He was not your client. He was just a man giving you a ride to your car was the agreement you had come to within your thoughts.
âSorry,â you mumbled. âSo in like 5 blocks you are going to make a right.â
He nodded in agreement with your directions. He might have actually been aware of where he was going already. Dean probably told him. He reached over to the radio and turned on whatever tape was inside. A smirk ran across your face as you started to recognize the tune. âOf Wolf and Man by Metallica,â you found yourself stating towards Sam.
His eyebrows raised and glanced over at you with a smirk on his face. âI donât know really anyone else but my brother that could name that song so fast.â
âWell some people I guess donât appreciate the greats in the world,â you said while looking up ahead. âIâm parked right over thereâ.
Sam looked into the direction that you were pointing and let out quick laugh. âThat is your car?â
You looked at him confused and quickly answered âyesâ with a hint of a question mark at the end. Was he being a typical guy and thinking that a girl didnât deserve to be driving a âmanâs carâ or was he really interested?
âWhen we saw it yesterday at the coffee shop Dean stared it down. I think secretly he liked it but of course this will always be baby,â he said while patting the dashboard.
Baby? Dean calls his car baby too? You started to feel yourself becoming disgusted by all the things you were finding to have in common with this man, but also intrigued at what else you might share with him. Maybe if he wasnât such an ass you might have considered getting to know him. Â
He pulls right up next to your baby and your heart sank as you saw it. FUCK! The back window laid in shards all over the ground. You jumped out before Sam had even fully stopped the car. This was not happening. Who hurt your baby? Your fists start to tighten up next to you as you hear Sam on the phone with whom you presumed to be Jody telling her what had happened.
Only 30 minutes later you found yourself saying goodbye to your baby as she was being pulled by a tow truck to the local repair shop. Jody was down to you within minutes going over every detail in your car to make sure that nothing had been taken. She had reassured you that she would figure it out, but you knew that there was probably a slim chance in actually catching the assholes responsible.
Sam sat down next to you on the curb as the tow truck pulled away. You tried to cover up the tears that started growing in your eyes. Donât let him see how much this hurt you. How everything just kept going from bad to worse. He moved his arm to embrace you, but stopped himself short as you started to tense up at his presence.
âTake me back Sam,â You said softy while looking away in the distance.
Sam looked at you and nodded even though you couldnât see him. The both of you walked slowly back to the impala in silence and rode back to your hotel.
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Dean heard the loud noise of a car door shut outside of his room as he started to wake up. What a night. Bobbyâs offspring was just like him; tough and stubborn. He heard a loud knock on his motel room door, he started to reach under his pillow to pull out his hidden gun when he heard the familiar motherly tone yelled at him. âDean open up.â
He got up and opened the door, stepping to the side for Jody to walk in all dressed in her sheriffâs uniform. âWe need to talk,â she said as she sat herself down at the tiny kitchen table. Dean sat down next to her in the other chair at the table as if she was commanding him to do so. She took a deep sigh before looking directly at him and saying, âWeâve got troubleâ.
âWhat kind of trouâŠâ Dean started to ask as Jody stopped him by holding up her phone to show a picture of an old Camaro with a broken out window. âNice car. Sucks to be the owner. Whoâs is its?â he said while wiping the sleep put of his eyes.
âY/Nâsâ was all she said while still holding up the phone.
Y/Nâs car? The girl had some taste. He definitely didnât expect that. He thought she was probably an ecofriendly driving judgmental bitch with an attitude.
âWhy does her broken out window mean thereâs trouble. Maybe she just pissed off someone else with her bitchy attitude?â Dean said while getting up from his seat to grab a water bottle from his bag.
âBecause she killed a werewolf last night. Because I watched the footage. Dean, it was another wolf that did this,â she said with concern in her voice.
Ffffuuuccckk. Of course it was. He hadnât of thought about the fact that werewolves rarely travel alone last night as he had helped her dispose of the body. He took a large gulp from the water bottle. âClaire and Alex are already on it,â said Jody from behind him.
âSo you want us to help them gank this monster?â Dean said while turning back to her.
âNo I want you and Sam to watch out for Y/N. She doesnât know yet, and honestly with all the crap that she has walked into in the last couple of days, I donât really want her to.â
âSo babysitting duty?â Dean said with a scowl on his face.
Jody gave him a smirk while she crossed her arms. âThink of it as a chance to actually get to know one another. Your latest impressions didnât exactly woo her into thinking that you are a good guy.â She got up to walk to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder. âProve to her that Bobby helped raise the decent man I know you to be. Show her all the goodness that I know you like to hide away from the world.â
Dean sighed and looked her in the eyes, âIâll try. I canât say that I will like it, but I will tryâ.
Jody had left soon after, letting Dean know that she or one of the girls will stay in contact about the wolf hunt. Dean was already showered and dressed when he heard the door unlocking with Sam following directly in with the swoosh of the door.
âSo Y/Nâs managed to piss off something else,â Dean said while tossing his dirty clothes in his bag. Samâs eyes widen, questioning how Dean could possibly have known about her car. âJody stopped by.â
Sam nodded and sat down on the bed while opening up his lap top. âJody said the girls were on the case. We are on babysitting duty,â Dean said while grabbing a beer out of the little green and white cooler that was their traveling companion.
Sam looked up from his screen, âSo whatâs the plan?â
Dean paused and shrugged. He looked down at his beer. âThis,â he said with a shrug while shaking his bottle.
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When Jody had watched the video footage from the bar, the feeling of dread was confirmed. Another werewolf had smashed out Y/N's window because of the scent she had left at the scene. Dean was there too, so he was probably in danger as well. He, of course, would run at the chance to take down a werewolf, but that is not what he should be doing right now. He should be trying to get to know Y/N, Bobby's daughter. She made the call that the boys wouldn't be involved in this hunt. Not this time.Â
After visiting Dean at the hotel to implement her plan of making Dean and Sam spend time with Y/N, she went back home where Donna, Alex, and Claire were waiting.Â
"We got a job to do," Jody said to the group of girls sitting around the kitchen table.Â
"What kind of job?" Claire asked with excitement. It had been a couple of days of quiet around the area, and Jody knew she was getting restless.
"There was a werewolf attack last night over at the Irish pub," Jody started to reply, but Alex interrupted her.
"There wasn't any news at the hospital about an attack, just a drunk girl that was passed out in their ally."
Jody nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he was stopped before any damage was done to his victim."
"So if he was stopped, then what are we doing here then?" Claire said with a roll of her eyes.
Jody glanced back and forth between the three women in front of her and sighed audibly. "There's another one hot on their tail. They attacked their car that was left at the bar last night. It was it was probably just following the scent." Jody said reluctantly.
She knew that she should have had the conversation with the girls about Y/N, but she hadn't been ready. Every time she thought about the news the last couple of days has brought, emotions fled through her that she didn't want to face. No. It was that she couldn't face them. Anything that brought up the memory of Bobby made her feel completely helpless. Â She knew that there was nothing that she could have done to save him aside from selling her soul to make a deal, but he would never have wanted that. Bobby Singer was a selfless man, who only cared about the safety of others. A trait that she had noticed about Y/N as well.
Jody knew she couldn't keep everything to herself anymore as she started to explain everything from the beginning. The girls all listened quietly while giving their full attention to the story of Bobby's daughter, her gifts, and her quick takedown of the beast.Â
"So it's mate, she's a ticked off, eh?" Donna asked with her Minnesota accent. Jody nodded and gave them a detailed description of her appearance that was seen on the camera footage.
"So why exactly aren't the Winchester's doing anything? Or that girl for that matter, since obviously, she can take care of herself. Why is this our case?" Claire asked while raising an eyebrow to Jody.
"Things definitely did not go well between them. Dean was his normal charming self when he is suspicious of someoneâs intentions," Jody said while rolling her eyes towards Donna.Â
"Oh, I know how that one looks. He's not the friendliest hunter in the bunch when he gets his nerves all riled up," Donna replied while looking towards the two younger girls.Â
Jody nodded in agreement. She returned her eyes to Claire that was still awaiting an answer to her question. Jody sighed heavily, hoping that they would agree with the decision she had made.Â
"They need this. They all need to be forced together to realize how stubborn everyone is being. For the sake of Bobby's memory."
Claire went to speak, but stopped herself short and sat back in the chair and nodded.Â
"She doesn't know about the second wolf in town, and the boys think they are just babysitting her for her own safety. If trouble finds them, I know that they will be fine as a group. Sticking together like a family keeps us all safer than when you are alone," Jody said calmly while shifting her eyes between the three women in front of her.Â
Donna smiled a toothy grin at them all. "Let's go save our family then huh?"
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Sam hadnât protested too much at Deanâs idea of going to a bar with Y/N. The way that Y/N had acted earlier, she might actually need it. He followed his brother to the car, allowing Dean to be the driver as he gave directions to Y/Nâs hotel. He took the lead towards her room and gave a little knock at which Dean rolled his eyes to. Y/N opened up the door, looking like she had just recently showered and changed again. Her face looked like she was shocked and confused as to why they were at her door again.
âHey Y/N, we were around and figured that you would probably be getting hungry here since you didnât eat earlier. We were hoping that maybe you would like to go get something with us? Maybe try that start over I was talking about before?â Sam said giving her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster while awaiting her reply.
She gave a deep sigh and said yes. She took a minute within her room to collect her things and followed behind the boys to the car outside. Sam knew Dean would want to drive, so he politely told Y/N that he would take the back. She raised her eyebrows at him while giving him a look up and down. âIâll fit,â Sam said with a smirk as he opened up her door and let himself into the back door.Â
After a couple of minutes in a silent car ride, they were all getting out the impala and walking toward another worn down bar on the outskirts of town. It is surprising how many run down bars a town can have, and how his brother always knew where to find them. Then again if you couldnât find Dean all you would have to do is follow the smell of stale cigarettes and whisky to find him held up in a corner usually.
âI thought you said food?â asked Y/N while looking in Samâs direction.
Dean spoke with a cocky grin, âDonât worry they got that here too princess.â
This was going to be interesting. Hopefully neither one stabs someone by the end of the night. Sam rolled his eyes while shaking his head as he followed Y/N and Dean inside, hoping that tonight he would prove that they arenât who she thinks they are.Â
Keep reading- part three here
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13x10 Deconstruction: Wayward Sisters
How can I not stand up and jump and applaud this setup? How? There is no way I canât so *stands and claps and leaps for dear life* because this was a brilliantly executed pilot and I sincerely do not think we couldâve asked for, hoped for or wanted more. I got emotional at the unity (and I got chills from Claireâs single-mindedness in the closing scene because yes!) (awesome places to go!) While editing this post, it got long. #surprise
Hope youâll bear with me!
1. I Am The Fire
This song does things to me, but Iâll put that in a separate post. Itâs perfect for each and every one of these ladies (and each and every one of the men as well) (but again) (saving that) and here we get the backstory that ties these women together: a history of violence that, really, none of them chose for themselves, but one which all of them is handling in their own way and as best they know how. Whether this history is external or internal or both, they all share common ground. Fuck yes.
Itâs also telling to me how they put Kaiaâs three screams to the words âI am the fireâ repeated three times. Kaia is fucking awesome and I could spec for a day and a half about all the possibilities surrounding her. Buuuuut letâs press on!
2. Mr Werewolf
Claire is our protagonist, hands down, and what is rather thrilling about the way sheâs introduced is how the scene immediately establishes how she views herself and her own identity. Itâs done in a way that will resonate with the bookend conversation sheâll have with Jody, because here is Claire in attack mode and she is damn good. No, sheâs aces at what she does, actually, and she saves the girl. Telling us what?
That Claire can survive in attack mode just as well as the people she learned from do. (that would be the Winchesters) Sheâs a hunter. She kills things for âa livingâ, or what youâd want to call it, and here at the start she sees absolutely no reason to question that this is how things are done, because doing things this way is working for her. Itâs kept her alive this long. Making it up as she goes.
So when Mr. Werewolf overpowers her and tackles her to the floor, demanding to know who the hell she thinks she is, she gets the upper hand easily enough, has a blade handy and kills the threat, delivering this line -->
--> letting us know how she views herself.
And giving us an earful of her arrogance as well, to be honest. One that will also be addressed as the episode moves forward, and one that wholly informs the final few frames weâre given. (which are pretty damn kickass if you ask me)
When Claire enters that cabin, weâre made privy to a professional mercenary who checks that she has the right vic, but doesnât ask if said vic is okay and doesnât offer words of reassurance that the vic is safe now: she asks the vicâs name and then focuses on the kill. Fair enough, right? But, again, mercenary as fuck.Â
This aspect isnât a bad thing, though. Itâs a coping mechanism weâve come to know well through a certain Dean Winchester. Distancing yourself emotionally to get the job done. This really is how you survive in the life, so itâs understandable in a life and death situation to first eliminate the bad guy (though I do feel Samâs thoughts would go to the vic, and whether theyâre alive and okay, first - and the threat second)
Whatâs interesting from a character viewpoint is taking Claireâs backstory into consideration and what her mercenary stance might tell us, especially given how she presents herself in dialogue: as a killer. Sheâs gentle and calming with Amanda, thereâs no lack of empathy here, but the next scene weâre given shows us Claire visually distancing herself from the reunion between mother and child.
She sees the girl home, making sure sheâs safe, but she doesnât engage with the moment and, to me, it underlines where sheâs currently at mentally - distancing herself from those that would call her family, thinking sheâs better off alone, but thereâs a slight longing there, an air of melancholy, like sheâs looking at something she doesnât think she can have.
Itâs a sign of what the past has done to her and the scars she carries on the inside, ones she doesnât really show anyone. Iâm intrigued to see how they choose to let them reveal themselves.
This is a girl who has stepped into the shoes of the killer because she refuses to remain a victim of circumstance. She lost her family to circumstance and choices she had absolutely no control over - no wonder she has a problem with authority and has grown a serious need for control and agency.
I must say I love that when Jody calls, Claire drives straight to Sioux Falls without hesitation. Sheâs loyal to a fault. Well, perhaps a few faults, as weâll soon be made aware of. (stubbornness being the main one)Â
3. The Prodigal Daughter Returns
So we get stuff in this sequence. We get a lot of great, awesome stuff in this sequence. Stuff like -->
Claire feels a little unsure about how sheâll be received and is relieved that Jodyâs warm with her, Claire trying to act like she isnât relieved with the comment of âWhen did we become huggers?â (hello Dean Winchester Jr.)
Claire and Alex have become sisters, no matter how little either of them may have wanted or expected it to begin with
And with Jody acting like a worried and over-protective parent (hello second Dean mirror), the found family foundation of Wayward Sisters is established right off the bat *crowd goes wild*
We learn that Alex has a job and is splitting her time between normal life - or whatever you want to call it - and helping Jody, which gives us an interesting angle moving forward because instead of there being âyouâre in the life and never out of itâ we have someone who is managing both and who looks at her role as still being equal because you can be useful in different ways *squealing with delight from this corner*
We also get the introduction between Claire and Patience and the subsequent reveal of Patienceâs powers, powers that Claire brush off as unreliable at best, not really taking the pronounced threat seriouslyÂ
And Patience is revealed to still be on the fence, as well as still being in the dark about exactly how her powers work
Both the fact that Claire so easily dismisses Patienceâs vision, as well as Patience herself not being entirely sure about the vision being accurate, are important plants for the fact that this particular vision isnât actually about Claire at all - but about Kaia.
Moreover, Patience doesnât know how to interpret her visions yet, sheâs not in tune with them, which is a crucial thing to understand about her at this point in time - because it sets up where her arc is headed - and itâs beautifully done.Â
We get a fantastic exchange between Jody and Claire here, where their mother/daughter relationship is highlighted and where Jodyâs previous flaws are revealed - ones that will be stated in dialogue with Donna later: Jody canât lose another child, her fear is governing her and because sheâs held on too tight, sheâs lost her hold on Claire completely.Â
Whatâs lovely, though, is that this exchange happens right after weâve gotten that visual of Claire reuniting a mother with her child.
We know what Claire longs for deep down and why that hug makes her give us that awkward line, something thatâs reflected after they lose Kaia, where Claire needs her mother figure more than ever and Jody holds her and comforts her. Claire may tell herself sheâs a lone wolf and that everyoneâs better off if she is - especially her, but deep down what she wants is, of course, a family.
She just doesnât know it yet, and Iâd say she still doesnât even know it by the end of this episode. But Iâll get to that.
Thereâs the slightest disconnect between Jody calling Claire with the line âThey were on a hunting trip and I havenât heard from them for a few daysâ when this, each time this sentence has been used on the show, has been a call to arms, and yet Jody is expecting Claire not to pick up those arms and join the fight because of the vision Patience had of Claire dying.Â
Jody should know Claire well enough by now to understand that if the people she cares about - and owes her life to - are in trouble, Claireâs not going to sit this one out (Alex knows) but yes, alright, I suppose Jody hoped that Claire would see reason when someone whoâs the real deal is telling her sheâs in danger. And yes alright, once Claire sees that Patience truly is the real deal it does get to Claire and she takes a momentary step back...Â
But Jody expecting Claire to have a fear of dying and this fear somehow stopping Claire from getting into the thick of it is a little off to me, given that Claire risks her life on whatâs surely at least a weekly basis. Of course, Jodyâs motivation for trying to talk Claire into sitting this one out is Jodyâs own fear of Claire dying - which is what will be addressed during the course of the episode, so from a narrative viewpoint it makes sense: these are the emotional touchstones weâll come back to throughout the episode between these two characters where Jody is trying to hold on too tight and Claire continuously makes her own choices, ultimately proving to Jody that she can let go.
So I suppose the disconnect can be forgiven. Perhaps Jody thought this call to arms was the only way to get Claire home, holding onto the hope that once told that hunting will get her killed Claire would finally ease up on this narrow focus of hers and see the bigger picture. (and Iâm headcanoning) (letâs move on)
4. You Look Like Biker Barbie
I just wanted to headline no. 4 with one of my favourite lines of dialogue because bwahahaha âtis funny because âtis true. And hey I love Claire and her bouncy shampoo-commercial hair, okay? But damn, it must take her a long time to make it look like that in the morning, as well as doing her makeup like wow. Still all good! Just - wow.
We get exposition between Alex and Claire, revealing Alexâs motivations and the difference between them: Alex is there for Jody and Claire takes this comment personally, telling us more about the guilt that Claire feels about her absence than it shows any blame on Alexâs part towards Claire for staying away. (though Alexâs silence might as well be agreement)Â
Here Alex is also differentiated from Jody in how Alex says she knew how Claire would react to being told about the vision, so perhaps Alex tried to tell Jody that it was pointless believing telling Claire sheâs going to die was going to make any difference with regards to Claireâs attitude when it comes to âdive-bombing into every fightâ, because Claireâs too pig-headed. (headcanon) (again) (but a reasonable one I should think) (because the rest of the narrative folds around Claireâs continuous dive-bombing strategy) (itâs so pretty)
Now we get Claire and Kaia meeting for the first time and...
...yeah.Â
To me this is the equivalent of âWho are you?â as well as establishing an instant, unspoken connection between these two young women, right? Right. A bond, you might even call it. So the parallels with the love story theyâve been building for ten years are immediate, but Iâm not going to go into the Destiel of it all here - Iâll save that for another post, because this post is about this Pilot, and  so Iâd like to treat it as such. The fact that Kaia and Claire mirror Cas and Dean is a bright shiny hook for those of us who are in the know and recognise the telltale moments that the writers have chosen for us, but it is not so for the GA.
For the GA, this moment is about what I just stated above: itâs about an instant connection that will make the continued bonding between these two characters feel like something inevitable, due to this unquestionable and immediate curiosity with the other. The âWho are you?â moment is crucial for this. I wouldnât label this love at first sight, I look at it more like knowing that this person could be important to you and understanding that you want them to be.
The âWho are you?â is about wanting to get to know each other better, and, of course, this moment also sets up for the moment of Kaiaâs death because this instant connection not only makes Claireâs reaction believable, but deepens it for us as well.
5. Dreamhunter
Kill us all, Bobo Berens, kill us all right now why donât you? âDreamhunterâ? What absolute fuckery is this??? *let me kiss both your cheeks* *FACE cheeks people not butt cheeks* *goodness me* *I kiss ass but not when wishes have been signed sealed delivered already* *I have some pride thank you very much*
The scene that sets up Kaia and Claireâs friend-ship is fucking gorgeously written - as most stuff is thatâs meant to bring us to the edge of the emotional seat and lean in and just go awwwwwwww yiss. Damn these people know what theyâre doing. *heart eyes*
Thereâs established trust since Kaia has seen Claire actually step in and save her from one of those things that have haunted her dreams forever.
Then they give us a way for them to bond over the fact that theyâre both covered in scars, which is just... it made me all emotional, not only because itâs beautifully acted and gives us Kaia and Claire both meeting someone who wonât look at their scars in disgust and turn away, but because:
a) well @margarittet pointed out how of course this is a callback to Gunner Lawless and Dean exchanging war wound stories, but that scene always makes me think of the most epic letâs-compare-scars-scene that I know of, which is from Lethal Weapon III and leads to steamy kiss ageÂ
(and when I started writing this review on Friday I was going to say âmake of that what you willâ) (but since then there has been a Twitter cavalcade of innuendo that is so strong Iâd almost go so far as to say they are telling us that if this series gets picked up, well, then Dreamhunter will be a ship that we should want sailing) (like they have launched it with this pilot) (and it may take YEARS for it to reach harbour ((and I hope it does because I love a good will-they-wonât-they)) but theyâre not trying to be coy about it in any way) (balls out) (if you will)
b) it made me think of Monster Movie and Dean talking about how he was brought back from Hell (by Cas) without any scars at all (apart from the conspicuous handprint on his shoulder but of course Dean doesnât mention that one for reasons) and this scene between these two women is just a lovely opposite and yet beautiful link to the love story these two are beginning to mirror in this scene
c) itâs such a strong visual plant of their similarities, their brokenness and their ability to survive by looking out for themselves. Even though neither of them is responsible for the otherâs scars the way Cas was responsible for healing every single previous injury Dean had ever sustained, but leaving his own mark on him as one single visual link between them, the visual link between Kaia and Claire through their shared scarring works in the exact same way
6. No, Sam, itâs a lizard --
Itâs amazing that the brothers are in less than ten minutes of this episode and they are, both of them, acting the part of the victims in this one. They also get their asses handed to them by dark!Kaia (serves them right after Dean pulled a gun on our Kaia and Sam went along with it), get tied to a tree each and are about to be served up as dinner to the growling glow-y eyed monster dude. But Iâm getting ahead of myself. The lizard exchange keeps making me giggle.Â
Look at his faaaaace! :D
I love these men!
7. Little Miss Perfect
Patience is the only character that feels half-baked to me (and not in the I-didnât-smoke-enough way). I understand itâs par for the course with a character that is in the midst of indecision about where she wants to be, and I doubt sheâs done choosing even if sheâs sticking around for now, but sheâs not as graspable to me yet as the others are. I feel I donât know who she is, which makes it harder for me personally to relate to her. I want to get to know her!
Her bond with her blood family vs this found family who accepts her as she is, is most likely going to be a part of her journey, but, of course, I also think her being moulded into a fighter is part of it as well. She has a long ways to go when it comes to understanding, accepting and learning to control her powers, which is why the choice theyâve made with Kaia and the possible left turn her journey is taking makes me excited, because before dark!Kaia we had two young women struggling to understand and control their innate power - now we have Patience still in that place, while dark!Kaia appears to be fully in control.Â
(but thatâs just my impression) (Iâm so excited by dark!Kaia and where they might take her!!) (but I digress)
Patience states that sheâs not a fighter (not yet but we already know where this plant is headed) and Alex says something wonderful:
This is wonderful because this is a new attitude theyâre bringing into Wayward, and it underlines endgame for the brothers. Not that the brothers wonât fight or be at the forefront of hunting/MoL - but that there are more than one way to fight the good fight.Â
Alex embodies a healthy attitude towards what she can give and what she wants to give. Sheâs found a way to help that suits her, rather than fitting herself into a role that might as well have been forced on her. Sheâs made her choice and comes across as a fucking glorious representation of inner balance. Now, this inner balance might be rocked at some point and the horrors of her past might come flooding back - or sheâs meant to be the steady anchor for the rest of the group, the level headed one (which will drive Claire up the wall so goodness all around)
I would love for the group to have a voice of reason. Even Jody lets her emotions get the better of her while Alex is able to take a step back. In many ways, she feels like a Sam-mirror to me. The logical brain of the operation, while she also has those possibly hidden internal reasons for distancing herself and seeking out the ânormalïżœïżœ.Â
Thereâs also the possibility for real friendship here, a likeness between the levelheaded Alex and the equally realistic Patience. Neither wants to dive headfirst into things, both have a rather solid ground beneath their feet and they havenât been drifting the way Claire and Kaia have.Â
Patience was raised in a loving, albeit controlling, home where sheâs felt safe and Alex was part of a vampire nest that looked out for her because she mattered to their survival - it was far from a loving family environment, but she was appreciated and had purpose there, she had a place, right?Â
Neither Claire nor Kaia have ever really had that and of course thatâs left scars on both of them.
6. Believe Me Now?
Alex fails to convince Patience to stay and Patience leaves, but has another overwhelming and overpowering vision, which makes her go back to get the others out of the house.Â
Claire, however, wants to stay and fight the oncoming attack.
Sidebar: I very much enjoy that thereâs planted friction between these two. Itâs something to play with as they move forward, and if these two never really see eye to eye on how things should be done, Claire having to submit to Patience and vice versa depending on the situation and which mentality is to be dissected (Patience default setting is flee - same as Kaiaâs, while Claireâs is fight) it leaves the door open for character exploration and exposition.
But more than anything, this scene provides us with a beautiful shift for Patience, where she storms into the room frightened and switches into anger when Claire challenges the assessment that if they stay and fight, theyâll die. Patience tells Claire off and sheâs in the right to do it.
And then we get another subtle piece of the dreamhunter foundation: even though Claire is ready to butt heads with Patience on whether theyâll actually die or whether they should just risk it on the off-chance that Patienceâs visions are bogus (based in Claireâs stubbornness and all that) - Kaia steps in and makes Claire see reason.
And the fact that Kaia can do that is believable because of the establishing scenes between them. The connection is already a fact and here itâs deepened further because Claireâs default position is attack mode - she kills monsters, thatâs who the hell she is - and yet one shared glance with Kaia makes Claire give up this position, submit to Patienceâs order (for lack of a better word) and flee.
Like fucking hell. So damn pretty.
Also, we get a healthy dose of Claireâs arrogance. Maybe theyâll die, maybe they wonât - she puts the possibility of killing the monsters ahead of keeping those around her safe and this, I would say, comes entirely out of her need for control, which, as already stated, can be traced straight back to her childhood and her fatherâs choice to let an angel possess him.Â
I think Claire has made peace with Cas, but I doubt sheâs made proper peace with Jimmy. He left her for God and he didnât even say goodbye. Anyway, stuff to play with in the series and headcanon all rolled into one!
When it comes to the power struggle between Claire and Patience in this scene, it makes me so happy! Not many situations give a writer a free pass with exposition as when two characters are arguing about something, because anger is a gateway to slip-ups and truths being revealed. *rubs hands together at the possibilities* *come on CW*Â
Add to their clashing dispositions the fact that Patience was wearing Claireâs sweater and had moved into Claireâs room when the two first met - underscoring Claireâs belief that sheâs replaceable and her deep insecurity and lack of any self-worth aside from killing monsters - and you have the kindling for amazing internal and external conflict.
7. Better Than the National Guard, Oh, Yes
Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna! Who doesnât love Donna Hanscum? (well I do so love her) And in the following badass sequence we get a bit of Donna/Jody teamwork, which is lovely to witness, and I absolutely adore the abandoned shipyard. Itâs the most gorgeous location ever and they utilise it so well!
Claire stays with the âinnocentsâ to keep them safe, but also to sit this one out, as she tells Kaia in yet another heart-to-heart, and they have built this relationship so gorgeously on four scenes (not including the moment of Kaiaâs death). Four scenes, guys. Thatâs how good these fuckers are at what they do.
Claire admits to Kaia that Patienceâs vision scared her and goes into even deeper Dean-mirror mode when she talks about how sheâs wanted to go out fighting, die while doing âsomething greatâ - but knowing that sheâs going to die is different than just thinking it, and I wonder how much of this is possible foreshadowing for whatâs headed our way for the rest of the season. A change in attitude feels imminent for Dean Winchester as is, and perhaps heâll start to value living, now that heâs on the cusp of understanding that he deserves happiness and a future (with the man he loves). But thatâs spec! (and hope)
(again, not that Dean Winchester wonât fight the good fight) (but perhaps he wonât expect to die - perhaps heâll fight so that he can live)
Claire, in spite of her fear, is determined to save Sam and Dean because they saved her, and Kaia tells her sheâll go with her, of course echoing that epic scene from 7x23 (gifsets have been made) where Cas and Dean have this very exchange. (adding to the foreshadowing of this love story of ours being moved forward as we enter the second half of this season) (well to my mind anyway)
8. I Need to Save Sam and Dean
Claire and the Waywards go to the shipyard and save Jody and Donna (who are lying in a car in the same position as the brothers in Baby and it gave me feelings to see it) (because Jody and Donna are parental figures and so are Sam and Dean this season) (nice visual paralleling). Claire is all badass with her flamethrower and they discover that the rift is closing. Only instead of fighting it, Jody letâs Claire go, putting her faith in her abilities because itâs what Claire says she needs - she needs to save Sam and Dean - and hell if Claire didnât just step in and save Jodyâs ass.Â
Thereâs also the recurring âneedâ theme this season, but Iâll comment on that in just a moment.
And we get the fourth moment between Kaia and Claire, where Claire promises to protect her and they walk - hand-in-hand - through the rift and into Monster World.
9. My Hero -->
I love the fact that Claire really does get to be Deanâs hero, after whatâs gone down between them in the past (Claire trying to have him killed and whatnot), and I love how salty Dean is that she manages it, too. That âMy heroâ is not a little sarcastic because here he is, tied to a tree like a sacrificial virgin, saved by a girl half his age. Itâs also wonderful that heâs saved by a woman because of his ongoing need to embrace his feminine side (not to be confused with Dean embracing femininity thank you) (just him finding inner balance)
Of course now we also get dark!Kaia (which felt fairly obvious but also so breathtaking once the reveal happened that I clasped my hands over my heart in a quiet yassssss) and we get our Kaia dying. Is she dead? There are a few ways I can see them taking this, but again, I wonât spec here. Itâs just such a shame on all that beautiful character build if our Kaia wonât make a reappearance, but itâs also possible that Claire needed our Kaia in order for her to believe there could be good in dark!Kaia...Â
The transformative powers of love. That sort of angle, you know?Â
But, idk, dark!Kaia could be dark af and have a plan to take over our world - who knows? I just know that they have named this ship for us. The showrunner has named it and the two actors are plugging it so it stands to reason that itâs not been clown completely out of the water, yes? Yes!
Jody, Donna, Alex and Patience take care of âthe thingsâ still in attack mode - Patience making her first kill after Donnaâs encouraging âYou got thisâ, which is another wonderful character building moment, but one that Iâm sure Patience will continue to struggle with: is she a killer or is she a helper in other ways? Or both? We shall hopefully see!
And then, my ladies and my gents, we get yet another mirror moment (which has been seen in beautiful gifsets already, of course, because DAMN) -->
Can they get more blatant about the fact that weâre supposed to see a pattern here, when they give us ten years worth of love story condensed into one episode? I think not, my peeps. Good things up ahead or I shall eat that hat Iâve yet to buy. (it will be purchased donât you worry) (and ingested) (piece by piece) (if we do not get a focusing of the love story the way itâs foreshadowed through these two women)Â
10. A Whole New World of Bad
(itâs a whole new world of everything this season my dear Dean)
So, crisis supposedly averted, the brothers talk to Jody about Claire. Sam saying she seems pretty âshut downâ and Jody agreeing that Claire is going to âneed a lot of timeâ. Now, Iâm fairly certain that we can look at this new ship of ours in many different ways and we all would love certain things for it or from it, but hereâs what I hope, if the series does get picked up: that they take it slow. Thatâs what makes a love story epic. Slow burn and lots of build makes it unforgettable.
Why is it I think that again?Â
Hmh. *whispers quiet thank yous to Bob Singer*
So you could look at this pilot as setting up Claire and Kaia falling in love within a few days and Claire being literally devastated that sheâs lost someone she felt an affinity for. Or you could look at it as Claire being ripped apart with guilt that she failed to keep her promise and protect her new friend, who was always so frightened of going into the bad place before that she drugged herself up for years to try and stay out of there. Claire as a Dean mirror is pretty complete if this is her mentality, right?
I love the foundation for possible love here, but it all depends on where they take dark!Kaia this season, because Iâm fairly certain sheâll make a reappearance. I think Dabb even said something to that effect, but donât quote me because I donât have the source. (anyone have it - send it over please!)
They keep calling the creatures âthingsâ and we have an episode coming up called The Thing, which is, as mentioned, the reference to be made for the appearance of this adversary, so, safe to say, Iâm intrigued!Â
10. Bookends
I love the setup for this episode. It gives us an arc for Claire that is all about how sheâs separated herself from her family because she thought it was better that way - to keep Jody from having to worry. But Jody worrying was always the reason Claire wasnât allowed to hunt while with her, so the real reason Claire left and stayed away was because she wanted to be able to make her own decisions and risk her life as sheâs seen fit.
Jody: Claire, if I put the breaks on you itâs because you canât go dive-bombing into every fightâ Claire: Yes, I can. That is how you save people. Sitting back and making the perfect plan, losing time - thatâs how people end up dead. Jody: And if you end up dead? Claire: I won't. Jody: Claire, you canât just run away from this. Claire: Watch me.
This above exchange is the first proper exchange we have between Claire and Jody and, of course, it sets everything up perfectly (because itâs the setup). Claire puts others before herself, but sheâs also falsely safe in her arrogance, an arrogance that is all about what? Performing.Â
Why has she dressed herself up as a killer? To escape, right? To get away from all the pain in her past, to take control. And this is underlined by Jody calling Claire out on her running away, Claire not lashing out or denying it, but embracing the statement, not allowing it to control her either. Because sheâs in control, or so she truly believes.Â
But then the entire episode unfolds and we land here -->
Claire: You were right. Jody: No, this isnât on you. Not all of it. I told you to go-- Claire: No. I didnât even think. I just raced in, no plan. I said Iâd protect her. I get it now. Why you are the way you are with me. Because of this feeling. Jody: You donât have to do this alone. When youâre ready, if you want, weâre all here for you.
So we get to witness character progression here, on Claireâs part and Jodyâs: Jody trusts Claire and letâs her go to save the brothers, while Claire realises that rushing headfirst into a situation might not always be the best way to tackle it.
This lesson made my heart sing, not only because itâs beautifully structured and executed, but because this is what I wish - what we all wish - more than anything for TFW, right? For them to start to communicate, stay together and work as a team, which means talking things through and plotting things out - making things up as they go in all honour, but seriously, guys. And, honestly, they will be fucking unstoppable once they get all their ducks in a row. If this episode holds foreshadowing for the love story, then why not TFW as well? The thought makes me happy as all hell!
Claire relating to the worry Jody feels is a gorgeous way to tie this moment entirely to Kaia. Be it guilt or the bond between them or whatever the motivation for Claireâs change in attitude is, itâs still lovely. And short lived. Because then we get -->
11. My Family, My Army
So here Claire becomes a John/Sam/Dean mirror and, in essence, an honorary Winchester because she is setting herself on a mission of revenge.Â
It would seem - given this mirror - that the Kaia/Claire affair was budding love, and itâs a solid concept, especially since our Kaia seems to be dead and what Claire now has to deal with is dark!Kaia, but what interests me is Claireâs attitude in this montage, her voice over telling us what sheâs writing in her journal (yup another John tie-in of course) and itâs rather awesomely chilling:
Claire: I came back to Sioux Falls to save Sam and Dean Winchester, and I did. No - we did. We saved Sam and Dean. All of these amazing women. My family. They donât know it yet, they think Iâm staying because Iâm broken, but Iâm staying because I need them. My family - my army. The thing that killed Kaia is still out there, and I donât care if I have to tear another hole in the universe: weâre going to find it, and Iâm going to kill it.Â
So, Claire calls dark!Kaia âthe thingâ as well. Yes, as mentioned already - intrigued. Not sure if Iâm right, but dark!Kaia could clearly control Big Daddy Monster, right? I mean, she called it in for supper. She also seems to be in touch with her powers because she opens that rift and jumps through it. Omfg I NEED TO KNOW MORE! Safe to say, itâs possible she can also control the creatures. Anyway, this is all spec and we might not see her in SPN again at all! Iâm just crossing fingers that we do, because of Jack as well!
(Jack needs to be bound for Wayward or I swear!!)Â
Okay, I was making a point about what interests me in this piece of dialogue above, and itâs all to do with Claireâs attitude, which again is wholly mercenary. She does not care if she has to tear another hole in the universe, sheâs going to lead her army into that hole and they will avenge Kaia.
Like oh dear good Lord this is such an amazing place to leave off, because Claire needs some serious baking, you know? She is cookie dough. Maybe sheâs even half the ingredients still on the counter and she needs people to ADD stuff, because, oh, Claire, honey, no. (but YES) (I LOVE IT)Â
Because if this sequence of scenes opens with Claire strapping on the Winchester boots, she doesnât even flinch as she marches in them straight into Castiel territory. *the brain delights and crackles* She needs her family because sheâs realised that they are stronger together, together they will find a better way, but she is wholly selfish about it --> they think Iâm staying because Iâm broken --> to her mind, sheâs not.Â
What we get is Claire ready to use the people closest to her as a means to an end, and I wonder if sheâll keep this attitude to herself and quietly take leadership, or if theyâd angle it differently. Personally I would love it! Because in reality - she is so fucking broken! THERE ARE SO MANY AMAZING THINGS THAT CAN BE DONE TO HER JOURNEY!!! (broken characters are the best) (*sadism*)
And with that I believe Iâll round this deconstruction off and say thank you for bearing with me and I hope you enjoyed the episode as much as I did. Man, these ladies deserve to shine! I hope they get to!! Come on, CW!!
#spn meta#wayward meta#spn 13x10#wayward sisters#claire novak#kaia nieves#patience turner#alex jones#jody mills#deconstruction#forgive me if this needs another edit#it's late as fuck#I just want to get this up before 12x11 airs#omfg new episode tomorrow!!#yayyyyyy!!!!#okay and with that I do bid you all a good night!
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Progression - Chapter 3
This is good news.
This is good news.
This is good news. Leaning back in his seat, Zayn exhales deeply, already annoyed with the words playing on an endless loop in his mind.
Heâd been parked in the plaza a few blocks down from the bakery for almost 2 hours now, mulling over what to make of that morningâs encounter. And what an eventful morning it had been. Heâd met with the woman who had reached out to him a couple weeks prior, the woman who claimed to be Dinahâs aunt. Of course he was skeptical, postponing physically getting together as long as he could justify. However, the moment heâd seen her, any ounce of doubt had been erased from his mind. She resembled the woman who had birthed his niece so strongly it would be nearly impossible to refute the familial bond.
All was well as they spoke on different topics, never diving too deep into any one thing. After 30 minutes or so, he received the one question he thought heâd managed to avoid, regarding when she would meet Dinah and Ally. Gingerly, heâd explained that he would have to speak to Ally and Dinah first, and after sheâd gotten over the initial shock that neither knew of their meeting, she agreed, as long as he told her by Saturday, since her week in town would be up, and sheâd be flying back home on Sunday evening.
While Zayn knew he should be honest with everyone, he was apprehensive about telling Ally about it. There really wasnât any way going about it that someone wouldnât get hurt, and he was upset that he had even been put in that position.Â
Sinking deeper into his stew of self pity, he glances out the window to take his mind off his sorrows. Not even 5 minutes later, out of sheer luck (and the progression of the plot), he sees a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, arms full of paper food bags.
Rolling down the window a couple inches, he calls out, âMila!â, not nearly loud enough for a human to hear, but the girlâs head instantly snaps in his direction, and she freezes in place, making the person a few feet behind her shoot her an odd look as they pass.
She smiles at him against the bag clamped between her teeth and bounds across the, thankfully, empty stretch of road. He preemptively opened the passenger door, so she climbs in beside him and allows him to take some bags from her.
âWhere were you?â
âI donât get a hello?â
âNo.â
âI met with Dinahâs aunt today.â Zayn is thankful Camila had closed the cardboard box, because it dropped to the floor the instant the words left his mouth. âI know.â
âBut Ally saidâŠâ
âI thought so too. She lives in California with her husband and three kids.â His laugh is gentle, smile fond as he recalls the pictures of the adorable family. âSheâs human, like how Sofi is.â
Camila nods, and they both sit in silence for a beat. âSo, how are you gonna tell her?
"Do I really have to?â
âYes.â
âBut I donât wanna.â He drops his chin onto the steering wheel, and makes a childish whine in the back of his throat.
âWe both know you still will, so itâs better you think of how to say it now and save yourself some of the inevitable awkwardness.â
Zayn looks forward, hands gripping the squishy foam of the steering wheel until hard, finger shaped indentations formed. Of course that was easy for her to say, she didnât have to get Dinahâs hopes up, and crush Allyâs heart.
Before he can smash his face into the steering wheel and potentially trigger the airbag, again, he feels a smaller, and significantly warmer, hand on his own. When he turns his attention back to his passenger, Camilaâs holding a plastic cup, that heâs pretty sure she pulled out of thin fucking air, because she didnât have it coming in, out to him. Peering over the rim, he instantly recognizes the liquid inside as strawberry lemonade, the only non-alcoholic drink worth shit in his eyes.
âI got it in case you were there by the time I got back to work.â There isnât much need for convincing Zayn to do right, or any at all truly. Theyâve never had to talk much on issues like this, both understanding it was a simple as doing it or not, and continuing the conversation would do nothing.
While Zayn is thankful for the gesture, itâs not part of their dynamic for him to respond as accordingly. âYou didnât drink from this, right?â
âYouâre joking.â She raises her eyebrows, giving him an unimpressed look.
âOf course not. Why would I ever risk to ingest your inferior werewolf saliva?â The serious expression heâd managed to put on cracks a bit as he finishes his rhetorical question.
âAnd I can feel my brain cells dying the longer I breath in your second-hand corpse air, but Iâm nice enough to not say that out loud.â
âIn truth, kindness never was my strong suit.â
âNeither is cleanliness, but I suppose there isnât much to expect from someone who was born prior to proper cultural cleanliness standards.â
âLike you have room to talk. Itâs gonna take me a week of scrubbing to get the wet dog smell out of my seats.â
âIf thatâs all it takes. Ally has to change the carpet in your room every 6 months because it smells like a funeral parlor.â
By this point there both smiling, staring at each other intently. âAnd she has to burn everything you and Dinah touch because you stain it with the scent if a thousand slaughtered animals.â
âYeah, after the full moon. Thatâs an everyday problem with you and your disgusting blood bags.â
âYou and Dinah have a whole damn freezer for raw meat!â
âAt least thatâs food! You drink blood like aâŠa..vampire!â
âNice one. How long you been thinking if that?â
âShut up. Iâm hungry.â
âThatâs no excuse, youâre always hungry.â
Staring out into the distance a moment, Camila presses her palms against her thighs before responding. âYou know what I should have said?
"Something clever?â Zayn keeps his face emotionless, even as he receives a sharp elbow to the side.
âShh! Let me say it.â Camila faces him again, clearing her throat. âYou have a whole bloody fridge.â She barely makes it though what she considers a strike of comedic genius before breaking down into a bout of howling laughter. âGet it? Bloody? Like blood cause youâre a vampire, and youâre British?â
âIâll pretend I didnât hear that so I donât have to remove you from my vehicle.â
âThat was funny!â
âSweetheart, youâre real smart and all, but I think you have to re-learn what humour is.â
Affronted, she scoffs audibly and clips in her seatbelt, mentally chalking it up to Zaynâs obvious lack knowledge on what true humor is. âWhatever. I have food for Ariana and Alessia, and itâs gonna get cold if we donât get a move on.â
âI donât recall when I said Iâd give you a ride.â
âIt was implied when you called me over. Plus your shift started 50 minutes ago, and Allyâs gonna be pissed if she knows you were late because you were sitting in a parking lot.â
âI was doing much more that just sitting in a parking lot, if you payed any attention to anything i said earlier.â
âRight, but you were still sitting here a good 15 minutes, and thatâs 15 minutes you could have been working.â
âYou know, sometimes I worry Allyâs a cult leader, and sheâs like manipulating your brain to do her dirty work, cause she couldnât get Dinah.â
âThat was sudden.â
âSheâs a super old and powerful witch who only had the desire to care for children and own a bakery. Itâs questionable.â This is nowhere near the first time Zayn had hinted toward his displeasure with Allyâs use of her abilities, and Camila really didnât want to sit through another hour long lecture of all the things she could be doing.
âYouâre just cynical.â Rolling his eyes, he starts the car and turns out of the parking lot. âIt does sound kind of Hansel and Gretel-esque when you put it that way, Iâll give you that.â
Rather than replying, he smirks and takes a victorious sip of his drink. Thankfully, he wasnât in that mood either.
âŠ
âWhere the fuck were you!â Arianaâs voice hisses when they appear in front of the glass of the front display window. Neither of them have entered yet, but any desire to is gone at the sound of her tone.
Footsteps sound, and soon Dinah and Normani appear from around the corner, both in uniform. They pull up on either side of Ariana, and they all look pissed. Zayn spots Alessia looking over from a table in the corner and pleads to her to intervene with his eyes, but she quickly turns away, pretending to not have seen anything.Â
He wasnât that late, so why were they so angry? Holding himself, he turns to meet their glares, and instead finds the fixed on his counterpart rather than himself.
Tilting his head to the side in confusion, he leans towards her and mumbles, âWhat did you do?â
Thatâs all it takes for Dinah to fling herself over the display case, completely ignoring the open gate right next to her, and race for the door. Camila is smart enough to know running is not an option, as Dinah has always been the faster of the two, and instead wraps her arms tight around Zayn, mashing their bodies together just in time to feel heavy hands on her shoulders.Â
Unsurprisingly, this doesnât deter the older girl, at all. Instead of pulling and risking ripping Zaynâs favorite jacket, something she knows would be expensive as all hell to replace, and her money is for her, not other people, she easily picks both of them up.
âYou didnât think this through very well.â Zaynâs voice is slightly strained as he is carried over the threshold and dropped unceremoniously onto the floor.
âI thought you were the one in trouble. I didnât even do anything.â Camila mutters from beside him, rubbing her elbow, which she had landed on in an attempt to protect the food, in slight annoyance.
âDidnât do anything? You skipped out on lunch, and now one of your roommates thinks your an asshole.â Normani closes the gate behind her and Ariana, joining Dinah in front of the pair now sitting up.
âMake that two of your roommates. I thought you were in trouble or something, you unbelievable bitch.â Dinahâs foot collides with her shoulder, enough to hurt, but not bruise. âYou just got some damn sandwiches?â
âOw! Iâm sorry, okay?â Camila scoots closer to Zayn, now barely out of Dinahâs leg range, just in case she wants to strike again. âI forgot we had plans.â
âHow do you forget something like this? Youâve been whining about meeting her for literal months.â
âI donât know, I guess I got distracted.â Camila canât look Dinah in the face, sheâs never been good with people yelling. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât do that again, okay? I was all worried, and shit like that gives you hella wrinkles.â Dinah sighs dramatically and pulls her up by her hand, tugging her into a hug. âHow can I be young forever if my baby sister is just disappearing all over the place?â
Ariana and Normani exchange a look, irritation quickly vanishing, before the younger of the two speaks. âWhat were you distracted by, huh?â
âWork, and then I really wanted a sandwich, so I went and got some.â
Bending forward, Ariana picks up the bag off the floor and carries it to one of the empty tables nearby. âCool. Now that the tension has diffused a bit, Iâm just gonna see whatâs in this.â
âWait, two of those are mine!â Camila calls out, voice muffled by Dinahâs chest, as she tries to wriggle out of her friendâs arms.
âIâm hungry too! I skipped lunch waiting for your confused ass to get back here.â
âYou are actually the least helpful person in existence.â Zayn drops into the seat across from Alessia, after having to get off the floor on his own, and walk all the way to the other side of the seating area.
âYou never asked for help.â
âI shouldnât have to. I was an innocent caught in their mess and you just left me.â
âI never heard a please.â
Before Zayn can properly respond, a projectile soars through the air, barely missing his head, but collides with the cup heâd since set in front of him, knocking the contents out over his white shirt. Tensing, he turns to face a struggling Camila and Dinah, but zones in on an embarrassed looking Normani, who is clearly the culprit, wearing only one shoe. âSorry Zayn.â
âInsufferable vermin, the lot of you.â He stands, frustrated by his stained shirt and Alessiaâs resounding giggles, but not angry. âIâm âona start work. Someoneâs got to bloody do something round here.â
This seems to snap Dinah back into the fact that other things are happening around her. âHey, I do stuff. I do all the stuff, and thatâs rude for you to say I donât when these other hoes just-what happened to your shirt?â
Alessia laughs even harder, if thatâs even possible, at the look on Zaynâs face before he walks to the back room, presumably to get into uniform and away from the five nuisances he has the misfortune of being stuck working with.
âLooks like itâs past someoneâs feeding time.â Dinah quips, quiet enough for only Camila to hear, still leaning her full weight into the girl below her.
âDinah, get off.â Camilaâs now sweaty hands slid against the polished wood, preventing her from gaining any traction. âFood. Want. Now.â
âJesus, there really is no love, huh Walz?â The blonde teases, but stands anyway, watching as Camila scrambles over to where Ariana sat eating her lunch.
âDinah Jane, get over here and unlock this so I can clean up the spill before someone slips and breaks their neck.â Normani calls impatiently from beside the supply closet.
âFine.â Dinah groans, stomping over to her friend, but pausing when she sees the vast, dripping pool of quickly melting blue slushee. Naturally, she places the blame on the closest person to the mess, Alessia. âWhat the hell did you do?â
âYeah, I did this.â She only rolls her eyes and steps carefully over the icy swamp that had formed around her feet, going over to see if Camila and Ariana have any food left.
Dinah turns back to Normani, more lost than ever. She takes the key loosely grasped in Dinahâ hand and goes to unlock the door, shaking her head as she speaks. âNothing gets past you.â
âŠ
Itâs nearly 6, Normani and Camila having been home for about 3 hours, as Dinah stayed for her shift at the bakery. Normani had texted Lauren, saying they found Camila, and they would meet each other whenever she came home. While it wasnât surprising she didnât get a response when the message was clearly read over an hour before, it bothered her. What the hell was she doing that she could read the message but not reply? Donât open your messages if you arenât going to answer someone. Then the next time theyâd talk, sheâd say she didnât know whatever the message was. It was one of the more annoying things Lauren did, mostly because it was on purpose.Â
Currently, Normani was sprawled out across the couch, talking to Camila, who was too wrapped up in the video game she was playing to care, about some end of summer party a guy two floors down was planning.
âCome on, Mila. Say something aside from, 'yeahâ."Â
"Uh huh.â
âOh my God, youâre not even trying!â The older girl jerks up, her head, which was previously in Camilaâs lap, blocking the view of the television.
âMani, stop! Iâm trying to concentrate.â
Sitting up completely, Normani places her knees on either side of Camilaâs legs and presses the Cubanâs cheeks together in exasperation. âPay attention to me.â
âNo! You killed me.â She exhales dramatically, pushing Normani off her and onto the other side of the couch. âI was so close to the next checkpoint.â
âYouâre the worst, I miss Dinah.â
âI miss Dinah too if it means I donât have to put up with you.â
Normani rolls over onto her back to glare at the girl sheâs beginning to question asking to move in with her. âNow that your stupid game is done, can I finish what I was saying?â
âNo.â
âSo anyway, apparently all three of them live together. Theyâre juniors, but I think they transferred, because Iâve never seen them before and they donât know the area.â Normani goes on, stretching her legs out across Camilaâs lap and ignoring that her rhetorical question had received any response at all.
It doesnât take much for Camila to zone out. Normaniâs barely five minutes into rambling about how cute the unnamed boys are, and the potential for her to 'give them a tourâ, because she takes notice of her counterpart staring sadly at the controller on the couch beside her.
Normani nudges the girlâs stomach with her knee. âStop pouting. You can always play it again.â
âIâm not.â
âWhatâs wrong with you, huh?â
âNothing. Iâm tired.â Camila rubs her eyes and shifts under the weight on her thighs. âDo I have to wait up for Lauren?â
âItâs not even 7 o'clock yet.â
âSo? Iâve been awake since 2. I wanna go to sleep.â Camila mumbles, not realizing her mistake until Normani responds.
âWas it another nightmare?"Â
"What? No. I just wasnât tired really. Apparently I did most of my sleeping before we got into bed last night.â Camila doesnât like lying, especially not to someone like Normani, who can crack her in one properly placed look, but she canât afford to have Ally worrying about her anymore than she already does.
âYeah, I had to drag your and Dinahâs half-asleep, sorry asses to bed on my own.â Itâs not that Normani doesnât trust Camila, more that she knows better than to trust her when it comes to certain subjects. She decides to postpone the line of questioning her brain was planning because the nightmares are normal around the full moon. Dinah gets them too, but at least she tells people what hers are about.
ïżœïżœWe could have just stayed on the couch.â
âAnd risked Dinah staining it with her chronic leaking face? Hell no.â
âYet you always choose to cuddle with her.â
âI would choose you, but if I donât fall asleep first, I never will.â Her tone is teasing, but the sentiment is based in fact.Â
âShut up. Everyone canât do everything as gracefully as you.â
âIâm a lucky one.â Normani lowers her legs back to the floor, stretching her arms above her head as she turns into a seated position. Reaching an arm over Camila, she grabs the controller and starts pushing random buttons to try to remember how to work one. âNow go sleep. If youâre still awake when Lauren gets here, you have to meet her then.â
âOkay, just donât break anything while Iâm gone.â
âIâm supposed to be telling you that.â
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Chapter 12- The Forgotten
Summary: The hologram begins to pixelate, â I miss you, my sweet daughter. Make me proudâŠâ and disappears.  My father was gone again, but only in vision, not in thought. â I miss you too, Dad. And I will make you proud. Iâll set things right. â
Words: 3,002
Warning: Suggestive smut, angst, fluff
A/N: I am so sorry for the wait. I didnât exactly know how the chapter was going to run until one magical morning I was inspired. Remember that my favorite thing is feedback. :D ENJOY~
I wait for a few moments before pulling the tiny chest towards me. It was time to learn some answers, and, hopefully, this box holds some wisdom. Â I donât see a key inserter nor do I see any latches around it. Â How did my dad expect me to open this? He didnât exactly leave a manual.
âReally Dad?â I sigh in frustration.
The boxâs top is thrown open, âVoice activated. Presenting King Seung  Jao to Princess Y/N. â
Weird, but cool. Wouldnât it have been easier to give me a hidden key necklace? I guess not.
A hologram of my father floats above the box. He looks younger than when I last saw him. He is sitting a chair in a chair.
â Y/N?â
âDad?â I start to cry.  " Dad⊠Is that really you?â
He nods and chuckles,â Hell gets a great connection. â
âHell?â Not that surprising.
âNo. Iâm resting peacefully in Koato,â He mustâve saw my face scrunch up in confusion because he added, â Iâll talk about that in a second. Right now I need to tell you whatâs happening. You might want to get comfortable.â
I shifted the pillows that Taehyung had brought. I made it so that I could lie back and still see Dad without craning my head. âIâm good. â
âGreat.  Now I will explain why you have to open this box in the first placeâŠâ
There was a time when Hendum was the perfect sanctuary for where supernaturals of all kind could rest in peace.
Humans had always tried to kill and would seek out the resting place. Witches were killed in tremendous numbers, demons were exorcised, Sirens were captured and sold to the highest bidder, the list of ungodly methods the humans used could go on. They needed a break from constantly hiding from danger everyday. The Supernaturals proposed an idea to create a world of their own. A world hidden from any human being. Hendum was perfect for  their dream. It took many years before their kingdom was built to accommodate the well being of every species. It took another year to practice the spell to cover Hendum.
It didnât, however, take long to figure out the government they would strive under. A monarchy mixed democracy was influenced and soon the Queen and King were chosen. A happy couple of Werewolves were candidates , since they were born leaders. The couple led with vigilance keeping a certain level of extraordinary peace within the hidden world. After a few years the Royals conceived a child. Their energy was dwindling quickly as their focus was on their new born and their duties. A servant by the name of Tyran Young suggested creating another Congress.The exhausted wolves readily agreed to the organization and made Tyran the head of the Council. Tyran was young, but he had an intelligent mind set. He knew who to trust and who not to trust. He handpicked citizens with a cautious eye. The Council was formed and soon the Royals could focus solely on their pup. On the werewolf`s 17th birthday, he gained his parentâs thrown. He took over some of the Councilâs work, and his decisions showed his potential as a righteous King. His heats were uncontrollable, and made him dangerous during those times. Omegas were brought in from every possible pack. He declined every single one, on the pretense that he didnât feel the connection with them. A Witch who had been a servant at the time was escorting yet another wolf out of his chambers, when he stopped her. âExcuse me,â he called out, â Madame, may I have your name?â The witch turned, surprised written on her face, â It is Isbel, my King. â âIsbel,â He tested the sound, â How pretty for a beautiful woman as yourself. Please call me, Ziro. Seung Ziro is my full name. No honorific from you. â She nodded swiftly, â Of course, my ki-Ziro. It is an honour to have your opinion of me. â Ziro hissed at the sound of his name coming from her mouth, Â â Please dismiss that woman and come back. â
Isabel bows and hurriedly takes the woman to the exit, not wanting to leave the King waiting long. Sheâs back within the minute. She hesitates at the door, but before she could leave, Â Ziro opens the door.
âYou know about my problem correct?â He let her walk in.
âOf course, Â Ziro, â She says, â Youâre in heat. â
Isbel knew next to nothing about a werewolfâs heat. She only knew that he needed a wife sooner rather than later. She didnât know that heat came during mating season- where young alphas met their omegas and breeded.
She also didnât know that the horny king had chosen her as his mate.
âGood, because youâre going to help me, â He slowly stalked around her, noting the slick curve of her ass protuding through the tiny outfit servants were made to wear. His alpha wanted to take her then, but he calmed it- he needed to take his time.
âWhat do you mean?â Isbel inquired feeling nervous with the Kingâs examination.
âIâm sure you know, sweetheart, â He stops in front of her. His eyes trail a hot line down her body. Her perky full breasts were favorite. She was curvy in the right areas. He travelled back to her face. Her eyes were green and her skin was fair; her lips were pink and parted. âLet me kiss you,â Without waiting for an answer, he leans down and kisses her. It was a slow and steady kiss that turned into a heated tongue twisting party.
His beast was still trying to shake free, and even more so when he smelled Isbelâs own desire dripping from her core. Ziro reluctantly lets go of her lips and roughly demands her to take off her clothes and sit on the bed.
ââIsbel wavers the pros and cons of having an affair with the King. It only took a second she quickly took off her uniform. The dresses were usually tight so many of then servants never wore undergarments that included Isbel. She hopped onto the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread open, presenting herself.
Ziro gasps at the view in front of him and his dick pressed against his pants. Isbel was covered in her own heat and he wanted to wrap himself in it. He climbs on the bed until his hovering over her. She glimpses the predatory look in his eyes and the bulge that was ready to be set free. The young witch had never been one to moan but the sight had her voicing her needs.
âMy King,â she whines forgetting his request, âPlease breed me.â She had no idea where this was coming from, but she couldnât help it. She wanted this- she needed this. Ziro smiles seductively, and rips off his gown in one tear,â As you wish, my Queen. â
His heat lasted for three more days and during that time Isbel stayed in his chambersn. The other servants searched for her until they delivered Ziroâs meal. The servants were dumbfounded, but soon they were overjoyed that one of their own had been deemed as the Queen of Hendum. Her daughter, Noel, became the castleâs Manipulator.
A few months later and the King was officially married to his mate. The people of Hendum was struck with astonishment; they only the witch because of the strength of her spells and but because of her pregnancy with the future prince.
Eight months later and the queen was ready to bear her child. The servants were running the castles length to prepare. Ziro held his wifeâs hand, nervous for her and the baby.
Hybrids werenât common, yet werenât rare neither. The doctor presumed the baby would be healthy but her warning was clear. No more had ever mixed a witch and werewolf and the implications were to come. Ziro and Isbel needed to be prepared.
The baby was named Seung  Jao. He grew as Hendum grew as well. In fact, the human world grew. New technology the humans created found its way into hidden worldâs kingdom.
On Jaoâs 17th birthday, the implications still hadnât shown. Instead he felt stronger, powerful, and smarter and yet he only wanted to be peaceful. He didnât want to take over the world like some of his peers wanted. He went to his parents after partying, wanting to share his feelings.
His father simply smiled, â Well thatâs good news. At least nothing disastrous happened. Your mother has your birthday gift. â He nods to his wife who  flicks her hand.
A book appears and floats towards Jao, âWhatâs this?â
âA book,â Isbel Sasses, giggling. She receives a smack on the ass from Ziro. She rolls her eyes, â Itâs am ancient book about hybrids. Especially special hybrids like yourself who were bred from powerful species like your father and I. â
Jao reads the title of the book, âThe Forgotten?â
She nods, â Hybrids have always had big dreams. However theirndreams were always forgotten. Something always happenedâŠâ
A burst of wind signals that the castle doors had opened. The Council led by the son of Tyran, Costor, marched up to the Royal family. Costor was one of the few who resented hybrids. He and his father were very different people. He sneers at Jao who only shrugs and takes a seat next to his mother.
âMay I have a word with you, sire?â
Ziro sighs, âSpeak. Â â
âThe council have been thinking and we have come to an agreement that hybrid marriages are an outrage. We need full-blooded werewolves to run our Kingdom not these wretched-â
Isbel speaks up, âPlease leave my home. You will not talk as if my son isnât in this very room. â
Costor glares at the witch, â I wasnât talking to you. You donât make the decisions-â
â But I do,â Ziro stands and stalks towards Costor who flinches with each step. â Please leave like my wife said. Or you will learn what itâs like to anger a witch and werewolf. â
Costor went red in the face, â This is not over!â He led his team of untrustables put of the castle.
â What  blasphemy! Do he really think he could talk to you like that? Is he going to try to come back?â Isbel asks worried for her son and daughter, Noel.
Ziro kisses his wife, calming her down, â Heâs going to try but weâre going to spruce up our security. And I know just the people. â
âWho?â Jao asks.
âThe Bangtan Pack. They recently just had a sonâŠâ
The King and Queen werenât the only targets however. Many of the people had married another species, not quite as powerful, but their offspring had obviously dominated their inherited abilities. Each and every one of them could take down a small army.
But as Isbel said only âspecialâ hybrids like Jao who came from powerful supernatural like , werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, were the only ones to get a controlled aura. The others were not so much as villains but they did cause ruckus. They had grouped together to form an alliance of sorts, something the Prince didnât partake in.
Costor feared that the alliance was plotting against the kingdom while they were only plotting pranks on other citizens. His father had accidentally been hit by one of their pranks and was injured after one of the hybrids tried her best to pull him away from the aftermath. Costor refused to listen to his Fatherâs side of the story saying that it was his fault and she tried her best.
The same girl had been found dead in her home along with her family the next day. Evidence pointed toward Costor ( technology allowed fingerprints to be examined), but his loyal companions from the Council had cleared his name. The young Council member had planted in their minds that hybrids are soulless vile creatures that shouldnât walk this earth.
Meanwhile, Seung Jao had found his Queen. A demon by the name of Maria. He had met her incidentally through his sister, who was the Castleâs Manipulator, Noel.
Maria had been delivering Noelâs lunch when Jao had been running. They both had not been looking where they were going and soon Noelâs lunch was covering them.
âOh, Iâm sorry. â Her voice was sweet and quiet and he fell in love with it instantly.
âItâs fine,â he smiled at her, picking out a marshmallow from her hair.
Jao and Marie were ready to swear an oath a year later. Ziro and Isbel had mysteriously vanished and there was little evidence to where they went. It had left Hendum in confusion, and Jao had npot been able to accept the throne. Had it not been for Marie, Jao would have disappeared along with his father and mother.
She had been talking to Noel about him, when Noel sensed a turn in her thoughts. It was another voice in Marie.
âMarie? Are you, by any chance, pregnant?â
Marie hesitated before answering, âYes, but donât tell Jao yet. I want to tell him myself. It might lift him. â
Later that night, Marie told the depressed king the news.
âWe are having a baby!â She yelled in excitement, jumping onto his lap.
Jao leaned his hand near her neck and sniffed, âYouâre right!â The smile was slow but it grew wider with passing second.
âI know that couples usually wait to name their child, but letâs name ours now,â She hoped he would. It would make the anticipation even more thrilling.
âI already had a name for our baby. Y/N? How does that sound to you?â
âIt sounds perfect,â She kissed him.
Nine years later, and little Y/N was growing up starting school with the rest of the children. Her mother and father had walked her to the elementary; Marie was about to burst into tears to see her small timid daughter enter the fifth year classroom. Little Y/N was beyond nervous and hyper to not see her fatherâs nod towards the teacher who opened a makeshift door that was the entrance to the Human land.
She would never see her father again, she wouldnât remember Hendum.
âAnd thatâs exactly what I wanted, Y/N. But, unfortunately, what hybrids want donât last long. Your aunt went with you to the human world with a Council member who wanted nothing to do with Costorâs plot. They took care of you until they had children of their own. Noel brought you to the house that you stayed in. She told you the news of my death and âyour motherâsâ. It was saddening for your mother and I to see you crying and not be able to comfort you,â He pauses.
âDad, itâs OK. You tried your best-â
â My best wasnât enough to keep the Council away from you. They had always been there. They sneaked their way into the castle and then they sneaked their way into the school. Your mother had to get Bangtan to get you; they were the only pack in Hendum she could trust. I sent you to the Humans to keep you alive and safe and you blended in so wellâŠâ
âDad. It obviously worked if they didnât kill me as soon as they knew who I was. â
â True,â He whispers, âAfter you were sent off, the Council tried to kill me and your mother. Your mother because she agreed to carry a hybrid in her belly. And me because I am a hybrid. Noel was my motherâs child from another man. But I had already told Marie to use her power to send her into her safe world. When she was gone, I took one of the Demons who was to be executed, and forged her death ending my own.
â I crafted the box after I found my place, with my father and mother, in Koato, a place like Purgatory except nicer, â He laughs. â I made it so that the box would alert me to when you were ready to view. I placed The Forgotten  inside so you would be able to read it as I did on my 17th birthday. When I read this, I felt the determination of every hybrid to make their dream come true. They all had different plans. My dream was to build my future with my wife and child. Unfortunately, that dream crashed and burned with me at the end of a canyon. The book leads you to a perfect beginning but it doesnât give you a hint to your ending.
â I could only hope itâs the opposite for you. You are those forgotten dreams. The descendant of two powerful hybrid marriages. You are the voice of those who were brainwashed into hatred. â
I nod. My fatherâs word were hitting home, and I didnât want to break it.
â Sweetheart, this is my last wish before I have to leave. Take back your rightful crown, and restore Hendum to its peaceful setting. I love you, and I wish I was there with you and your mother. But I have no regrets, I saved my family if only for a little while. And even if you didnât see me, I watched you grow. I didnât miss your first day of high school three years ago, and I ïżœïżœalways comforting you when you thought you were alone, â He smiles, tears forming in his eyes.
I wipe my eyes to clear the blurriness. He had been there with me. Why didnât I notice?
The hologram begins to pixelated, â I miss you, my sweet daughter. Make me proudâŠâ and disappears.
My father was gone again, but only in vision, not in thought. â I miss you too, Dad. And I will make you proud. Iâll set things right. â
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Hell and Silence || Chapter Five
MASTERLIST
Warnings: Swearing, Innuendo, Heavy Makeout Sesh
Word Count: 6.369
A/N: CHAPTER FIVE!! YAAAAYYYY MORE DEREK VANESSA KISSES!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYYYY!
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CHAPTER FIVE
DEREK
Vanessa was still pretty out of it by the time I got her home, but at least she was able to form coherent sentences. When I pulled up to the house, there was a familiar police car sitting in the driveway, meaning the sheriff was home, and the living room light illuminating through the window meant he was probably up and waiting for his kids. I groaned, rolling my eyes as I picked Vanessa up from where I laid her in the backseat, starting to carry her to the house.
âDerekâŠâ Her voice rang in my ears, soft and smooth- like silk. I felt one of her hands snake around to my face, thumb rubbing circles on my cheek. âWhy donât you shave? Like, ever?â She questioned, now tugging at the little bits of scruff on my face. I just shook my head, nudging her hand away.
âStop prodding me.â I grunted, finally reaching the porch and ringing the doorbell.
âBut youâre so fluffyâŠâ She reached her hand back to my cheek, once again tugging at my scruff, still intently pulling as her father opened the front door. It probably wasnât the best thing that the first time heâs seen me- a once suspected murderer- in two years is with his drunk daughter in my arms.
âWhat the- do I even want to know?â I stepped into the house, Vanessaâs eyes still locked on my face, completely ignoring her father.
âShe was poisoned.â
âBy what, alcohol?â The sheriff shut the door behind me, crossing his arms and giving me the same look as he did when he interrogated me for my various alleged crimes.
âWolfsbane-â I looked down at Vanessa whose thumb was no running gentle strokes across my cheekbone. âAnd maybe a little bit of alcohol.â
The sheriff sighed, lifting his hand to rub his temple. âWhatever⊠Thanks for getting her home safe- even though she wasnât respecting the police issued curfew.â He scowled down at his daughter, even if she wasnât lucid enough to notice it. âDo you know where Stiles is?â
âGiving the others a ride home- Do you uh, want to take her, orâŠâ I started to say, carefully holding Vanessa out to her father, but he shook his head.
âNo, no- My strength isnât what it used to be. I canât carry her up those stairs. Would you mind bringing her up to her room?â
âNot at all.â I pressed my lips together as the sheriff gave me a quick smile and turned away, heading back towards the kitchen. I looked down at Vanessa who was still conscious, thankfully, but swinging her legs in my arms which made it hard to keep a good hold on her. Slowly, I made my way up the stairs, turning the corner into Vanessaâs room.
Her bedroom is different than I thought it would be. Just looking at her I thought It would be all grungy, dark and... neutral? Instead, I was met by bright colored paint, a bold zebra striped comforter, walls covered in hundreds of pictures of the pack- and the scent of Isaac filling nearly every corner. I set Vanessa down on her bed gently, trying to shake off her hands clinging to my shirt.
âVanessa, youâve gotta let me goâŠâ I groaned, still trying to pry her hands off me but she wasnât budging.
âBut I donât want to let you goâŠâ She whispered into my ear, slowly using her grasp to lift herself onto her knees. Even kneeling on her bed she wasnât eye level with me- I still had to look down, though I wish I hadnât. As soon as I did, my eyes met with hers and I was in a trance. The amber irises were glowing under the dim light from out in the hallway, even though I could hardly see them as she looked up from under her eyelashes.
âDerek,â Vanessa whispered, hand reaching up to grasp the silver metallic necklace resting on her chest, popping it off and into her grasp. Her free hand wrapped itself around my wrist, bringing my hand out in front of her as she dropped the necklace into it. âI need you to hold onto this. Itâs my momâs and I donât want to lose it- keep it safe âtill Iâm sober.â She started to say seriously, but broke out into a fit of giggles by the end of her sentence.
âVanessa, youâre not going to lose it-â
âShh!â She hissed, clapping her hand over my mouth, âYou donât know my life. Take it, Sourwolf.â
As she peeled her hand off my face, I shot her a quick smile and closed my hand around her necklace, shoving it into the pocket of my jeans.
âFine. Will you let me go now?â I couldnât keep myself from laughing, watching her swing around, only supported by her arms latched around my neck. Her head was hung back, smile bright across her face- not a care in the world.
âNo, never. Youâre too pretty to let ever out of my sight,â The devious grin she had on only widened as she pulled herself up to be level with me. As soon as she locked her eyes with mine, I could see that smile slowly start to disappear, eyes softening into something⊠different. âIâm dangerously tempted to kiss you right now,â She hummed, moving her hands from where she was holding my shirt, gliding over my shoulders and hooking her arms behind my neck. âBut maybe itâs just the boozeâŠâ Vanessa continued to inch her face closer to mine, until I could feel the presence of her lips ghosting me- I couldnât take it anymore. My mind went on autopilot, making me almost totally unaware of the moves I was going to make. My hands snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush against me as I pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back instantly, fingers finding their way into my hair and tugging at the small strands. Slowly, I tipped my body down so she was laying back on her bed, me resting gently on top of her. I rolled my hips against hers, causing her to release a low moan into my mouth, raking one of her hands down my back. Iâd just started to move my hands up the little skirt she was wearing when I snapped myself back to reality.
Sheâs drunk. Sheâs not lucid. She has no idea what sheâs doing.
This is wrong.
âDerek?â Vanessa said, pulling herself away from me, looking up into my eyes. âWhyâd you stop?â
I pushed myself off the bed, now hovering over Vanessa who looked dazed and confused coming up from the kiss. Every fiber in my body told me to ignore my morality and just throw myself back on top of her, so Iâm glad my will power is as strong as it is.
âYou⊠Youâre drunk- you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend whoâs going to be back soon and I canât be here when he is. This is wrongâŠâ I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to keep my eyes off the tight clothes clinging to her body. âI need to go.â
Without another word, I walked out Vanessaâs bedroom door, trying not to pay attention to her words trailing behind me.
âDerek, wait-â She said, reaching for my hand but I was already out of her grasp. I felt as though my heart sank a little bit with each step I took away from her, but I canât stay. I canât hurt Isaac like that, I canât take advantage of her- itâs not right. Before I drove away, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, the screen automatically illuminating.
4 missed calls- like that surprises me.
VANESSA
Last night is mostly a blur of colorful flashing lights, loud noises, and regret. Iâm not sure exactly what I regret, but I know itâs something; I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. I looked over and saw Isaac lying next to me, drool hanging out the side of his mouth. Did I sleep with Isaac? Is that what I regret? No, probably not; Heâd be âtoo afraid to hurt me,â even if heâs drunk, plus weâre both still almost fully clothed- aside from Isaac who stripped down to his boxers, while keeping on his jean jacket and boots. I smiled down at him, shaking my head as I slid out of my spot in bed- the drunk teenage mind is a curious thing.
One of the things being a werewolf comes in handy for- hangovers. Getting blackout drunk and waking up with next to no hangover aside from a small, lingering headache is a damn near miracle. I walked down stairs, sun shining through the open windows in the kitchen and living room feeling quite refreshed. A night of binge drinking is just what I needed, apparently. There was already a fresh pot of coffee on the counter, presumably from my dad who I had subconsciously heard leave hours ago. I poured myself a cup, hearing footsteps come out of my room and down the stairs. Soon Isaac turned the corner coming into view, smile plastered across his face. Iâm in too good of a mood to even have a second thought when he wraps his long arm around my waist, pressing his lips gently to my neck.
âGood morning, lovely.â He whispered to me, grabbing his own mug off the rack on the counter and filling it with coffee.
âMagic werewolf reverse hangover for you too?â I took a sip out of my cup, Isaac throwing his head back and letting out a low laughter. I used to love that laughter, but now⊠itâs just like any other laugh. I tried to keep the small smile on but my heart felt like it was cracking in half.
âOh yeah⊠I feel amazing.â Isaac said, his soft words feeling like small daggers in my chest. âAnd the best part is⊠No one died.â
âThink again, wolfie.â Stiles voice came from behind me, my brother charging into the kitchen, snatching my coffee out of my hands. Honestly, I have no idea how Stiles manages to sneak up on the two of us like that- heâs like a fox. I almost put up a fight, but that would have wasted time and iâm kind of eager to hear what he has to say. âWhile you two were getting shit faced drunk, another body dropped. Lydia found a body down at the Silos this morning- dadâs down there now.â
âHoly shit, is she okay?â
Ever since Lydia had activated her banshee powers, she just found body after body. I could tell that each one she found took a little toll on her- not so much that itâs noticeable, but just enough for Stiles and I to exchange a glance about it.
âShe seemed calm over the phone given the circumstances, but I can never be sure with her...â Stiles tried to say very nonchalantly, his voice trailing off at the end as he buried his face in the coffee mug. I just rolled my eyes. âJust get dressed and get to the car- weâre all meeting at Derekâs.â
Once Isaac and I were both dressed, I looked in the mirror to run a brush through my hair and noticed my necklace was missing from itâs normal spot hung around my neck. I looked around my bathroom counter for it, peeking my head into my room to check my desk. That necklace is hardly even taken off of me⊠Where the hell could I have put it?
âIsaac, have you seen my necklace?â I called out, Isaac rushing into the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go.
âNo, baby- you probably just put it down somewhere last night. Come on, you look beautiful, and weâre already late. Letâs go!â He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the bathroom and down the hall. He and Stiles were talking about what Stiles heard over the dispatch for the entire car ride, but I could only think and quite frankly- stress- about one thing:
Where could I have put my necklace?
Seeing the giant apartment building, itâs clear that Derekâs upgraded his living space from the rackety charred house in the woods to something much nicer. Just the lobby of this building is nicer than what Iâm used to thinking about when I hear that the packâs meeting at Derekâs. Derekâs place is on one of the top floors and the entire elevator ride up, Isaac had his arm wrapped around my waist, pulled close to him. Now that we were in a more gloomy environment, my bubbly mood from this morning had practically disappeared and I was back to feeling disgust towards my boyfriend- horray!
Isaac knocked on the massive sliding door of Derekâs apartment- or âLoftâ as Stiles has corrected me about a number of times. Soon after he knocked, the door was slid open, revealing a rather distraught Lydia on the other side of it. Stiles was the first to rush her into his arms, seeing as I had Isaacâs grasp to struggle out of before I could get to her side. When I got there, she was already sobbing into my brotherâs shoulder. Stiles, unsure of what to do, slowly slid his hands through Lydiaâs hair and I could hear him whispering small comforts to her. God, he loves her so much- I wish Lydia would just get her head out of her ass and see it for once.
I looked deeper into the loft and saw Scott, Allison, Boyd and Derek standing around a table in front of a giant wall of windows. The loft is very spacious- a little kitchen in the corner, a couch, a gorgeous spiral staircase and a few doors leading god-knows-where. Not too shabby for someone who spent years in the charred remains of his childhood home.
âWhereâs Erica?â Isaac asked, coming up behind me and lacing his fingers with mine. I flinched a little as his fingertips grazed the surface of my palm.
Boyd huffed, crossing his arms. âUh, still sleeping as far as I know. I would wake her up, but Iâd like to live long enough to graduate.â
Honestly, I was thankful that Erica wasnât here. It would just mean Iâd have to put up with her snarky comments, rude remarks and just all around bitchiness. It sort of amused me that Boyd- massive, muscular, werewolf Boyd- was so scared of a tiny blonde like Erica; though I guess she does tend to have that effect on people.
âWise choice.â Isaac laughed, pulling me towards the table, Lydia and Stiles following us, still wrapped in each otherâs arms. Some girls may be discouraged by their brother getting handsy with one of their best friends- but not these two. There has been sexual tension between Lydia and Stiles since the three of us were nine years old; thatâs how you know itâs meant to be. Isaac and I, howeverâŠ
As we approached the table, I saw Derek avert his eyes away from me, looking anywhere but in our general direction. I wanted to say something- to grab him, have him hold me in my arms, kiss me-
âBabe, are you alright?â Isaacâs voice broke me out of my little daydream, making me snap my head back to reality where Derek was avoiding the mere sight of me. âYour heartbeat sped up.â
I shot him a quick smile. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
âOkay, now that the majority of us are hereâŠâ Stiles began, Lydiaâs arm still looped around his, head against his shoulder- no one dared say anything about it. âWe can discuss.â
âDiscuss what? Itâs not like we have much information.â Boyd said, crossing his arms, his tall shadow casting over Stiles face making him let out a girlish yelp. Lydia, not impressed, inched her head of my brothers shoulder.
âYou heard stuff over the dispatch, right Stiles?â I butted in, trying to save him from his utter terror. Stiles just nodded, looking down in effort to keep his eyes off Boydâs intimidating stance.
âYeah, yeah. Uh, patrol found a girl around the Silos this morning. They mentioned that she had the same little, uh⊠deadly feature Lacy Moore did.â
âWell, at least now we know this thing wants more than one victimâŠâ Lydia rolled her eyes.
âDo they know who it is yet? The victim, I mean...â Allison asked, concern coating her features. Scott looked over at her, reaching not-so-discreetly under the table and grabbing her hand.
âNo specifics yet, but um⊠She was wearing a BHHS cheerleading uniform.â
The entire group went silent for a moment, our hearts collectively dropping, knowing that this meant whatever we were dealing with killed a kid. God, itâs going be rough at school once the name is released.
âSo whatâre we going to do?â Allison asked, breaking the silence.
âDeaton doesnât have anything yet, but he said heâd call me if anything in his files stuck out.â Scott added, stepping closer to the table. I noticed Derek take a step closer, straightening his spine and raises his shoulders.
âFor now, just keep an eye out- and yell âfireâ if you see anything suspicious. Vin, I think you and I should head to the crime scene.â Stiles started to roll up the documents her brought for Derek to look over, handing them to him.
âWhy you two? Shouldnât I go? It could still be dangerous, and youâre both human.â Derek said, and everyone froze after hearing his last few words. My heart panged in my chest, blood boiling. Not catching what he said at first, Derekâs realization came much later. âShit, sorry- I didnât mean-â
âNo, itâs fine.â I spat out, glaring at Derek and pulling my hand away from Isaacâs, grabbing my brotherâs. âItâs because weâre his kids- itâs least conspicuous. Letâs go, Stiles.â
Stiles whispered a not-so-quiet sorry to Derek just as I dragged him out of the loft and out of the building.
I groaned as the Jeep bounced coming into a park, hitting my head against the back of the seat. âPiece of shit carâŠâ
âHey!â Stiles yelled, his loud voice echoing off the interior walls of the car. âShut up, youâll offend him.â
I waved my hands in surrender, gently patting the dashboard of the car, making sure to look my brother right in the eye as I did so.
âOh God, Iâm so sorry Roscoe. What was I thinking offending you like that? I forgot that just because youâre a car doesnât mean you donât have feelings too.â
Stiles scoffed, grabbing the greasy paper bag filled with fast food as he pulled himself out of the car. âKnock it now, but one day youâll feel the lustful pull of good olâ Roscoe.â He rubbed the powder-blue hood of his precious Jeep, and Iâm pretty sure I heard him whisper something under his breath.
âThe only lustful pull Iâll ever feel for that hunk of crap is if Iâm screwing someone in the backseat.â I said, laughing to myself but Stiles was having none of it. He froze where he was walking, giving me a glare.
âIf you ever do that, I swear to god Vin, Iâll kill you, Iâll kill your children- your grandchildren. Iâll kill everyone.â
I threw my hands up in the air, laughter only growing the more I looked at Stiles completely serious face. We continued to walk down the dirt road to the Silos, walking right past the couple local news reporters and under the police tape. A few deputies gave us dirty looks, but none of them tried to stop us. Stiles and I looked around, trying to find the familiar silhouette of our father somewhere drowned in the rest of the brown and khaki colored uniforms. It took a little bit of searching, but eventually we found him crouched over a little stain of blood on the ground.
âHeya Pops.â My voice echoed a little bit inside the Silo, making my father jump.
âJesus, Vin- you two canât sneak up on me when Iâm investigating a murder sight. Itâs like youâre trying to give me a heart attack.â He said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his knees.
âSpeaking of heart attackâŠâ Stiles held out the bag of fast food, my dad immediately snatching it from his hands. He pried the bag open, shoving a fist full of onion rings into his mouth. Stiles and I shared a glance for a second, laughing to each other. We almost never let my dad have greasy foods because you know- we want him alive and healthy- so when he does get them, it looks like he hasnât eaten in weeks.
âGod, I know I shouldnât have an appetite, considering the dead body and all, but how can I not...â He took another handful of onion rings, devouring them like a bottomless pit.
Stiles clapped his hands together, grabbing our fathers attention. âOh right! There was another murder, wasnât there?â
âYeah, we heard that itâs almost identical to Lacy Mooreâs case.â I said, crossing my arms. My dad just groaned, rolling his eyes at us.
âThereâs always a catch with you two being nice to me, isnât there?â
âNo, never.â Stiles said, his voice becoming high pitched as he made quite large hand gestures for such a simple statement.
I rolled my eyes, hitting his arm. âWell, just this time.â
âIâll tell you the same thing I told the reporters,â He said, tossing another onion ring in his mouth. âYouâll find out when the official autopsy is released by the coroner's office. Until then, I canât say anything- even if you are my kids.â
âBut- hey dad!â Stiles called after him as he started to walk away, chasing after him and almost tripping over his own feet in the process. I stood behind him, my arms still crossed.
âCome on, Pops-â I said, grabbing my brother before he actually did fall face first onto the concrete. âWeâre the protectors of Beacon Hills! Weâve got to know what weâre dealing with here so we can stop it.â
He turned around, pointing his finger at us, eyebrows furrowed angrily. âNo, Iâm the protector of Beacon Hills. You-â He directed his words to me. âYouâre a teenage werewolf and youâre just a spaz, Stiles!â He started to walk away before yelling a few last dreadful words to us. âIâll see you two at home! Donât think I forgot about you two staying out past police issued curfew last night!â
We both groaned, hanging our heads. I hoped he wasnât awake when we got back, but I guess getting blackout drunk meant I was probably louder than usual. Great, now Iâve got a supernatural murderer and my dad to worry about. At least he didnât notice my momâs necklace missing from around my neck.
DEREK
âAre the children gone?â Peterâs voice rang through my ears as he slowly inched his way down the spiraling staircase. After Stiles and Vanessa left, the rest of the pack slowly thinned out of the loft- all except for Scott. He stuck around to fill me in one whatâs happened since Iâve been gone and he brought up the idea of the two of us co-alphaing the pack if I stuck around. It seemed like such an obscure topic, co-alphaing- but technically Scott adopted my pack so it could possibly work.
âYes Peter, theyâre gone.â I said, Peter then trotting down the stairs, jumping down from the last few like a child. I rolled my eyes, looking back down at the files Stiles had left. âYou know theyâre not going to kill you on sight, right?â
He sat down across the table from me, reaching for a file and sliding it towards himself. âSpeak for yourself- the Argent girl would start shooting arrows if she so much as sensed my presence.â
âServes you right for using her best friend to resurrect your charred corpse.â I said with a laugh, but Peter just scowled.
âItâs been years since I did that- can we all just let it go?â I let out another loud laugh, Peterâs genuine aggravation amusing me. âAnyways, how was the party last night?â
âLoud,â I sighed. âAnd the kegs were laced with wolfsbane, so Iâm guessing whoever is behind the murders knows about the pack. Oh, and I had to bring Vanessa- who was barely lucid, by the way- back home afterword.â
There was a moment of silence before Peter said, âYou slept with her, right?â
I nearly choked on my tongue. âWhat? No! God, why the hell-â
âI would have.â He continued to speak, tone unchanged. âShe may be a Stilinski, but damn if that body was anywhere near naked in front of me, I wouldnât be able to control myself.â
Does he even hear the words coming out of his mouth? Does he even realize how much of a sleaze he is?
âChrist, Peter! Sheâs a kid- the sheriffâs daughter. Just because youâre a total pervert doesnât mean you have to attack every underage girl you see with your bizarre sexual fantasies!â I stood up, leaning over the table and flashing my glowing red eyes at my uncle. He held his hands up, dramatically surrendering and getting up from his chair.
A sinister grin stretched across his face. âDear nephew, you wouldnât get so defensive if you didnât care.â He grabbed the file he was reading, starting to make his way back up the creaky spiral staircase.
I groaned as I heard the guest bedroom- that Peter had dubbed his room- door slam shut before shouting up the stairs, âMind your own goddamn business, asshole!â
No matter how many times I tell him not to, Peter continues to insert himself into my personal life, holding onto it like a goddamn leech. I canât wait for Cora to come up from South America once she finishes her case withâŠ
I shook my head, trying to get my mind out of the thought of Cora and who sheâs with. Iâve got to keep that person out of my life at all costs, and my sister knows that⊠Yet I keep getting calls. I took out my phone, ignoring the few text messages on the notification screen and checking the other messages I had. I should just block the number, but I canât bring myself to do it. After answering the few message I had from Scott, then putting my phone back in my pocket. When I dropped the phone, my fingertip grazed the top of a smooth ish object resting at the bottom of my pocket.
What the hell⊠I rarely have things in my pocket other than a phone and my wallet, so the smooth object was rather intriguing. I reached a little deeper, grasping the small object between my fingertips and pulling it out. The object was now resting in my hands, so I opened my palm to reveal a small, silver metallic necklace, the thin chain all tangled in a knot. Itâs Vanessaâs necklace- she gave it to me last night and I guess I forgot to give it back⊠Shit, itâs her momâs, sheâs probably worried sick about it.
Looking into the distorted reflection of the blueish purple charm, I could see the image of Vanessaâs bright smile right before she kissed me. I know I should probably bring this back to her tonight, but part of me knows going to see her while Isaac is around isnât a good idea. Then again, I donât want her to stress about having lost her necklace. I looked down at the tiny pendant once again, taking in a deep breath.
âHey Peter,â I called upstairs, hoping he would hear me. âIâm going out for a while! Iâll be back later.â
And with that, I shoved the necklace back into my pocket, grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and headed out of the loft, sliding the door shut behind me.
VANESSAâS P.O.V.
By the time Stiles and I got home from the Silos, the sun had already started to set. We knew our father wouldnât be home until well past dark, so until then we had some time to ourselves, which hardly ever happened. I think Isaac is over at Scottâs playing video games or something, so now I had time to think about last night- about Derek- about anything that I couldnât with Isaac hanging around over my shoulder. Oh, also, time to look for my damn necklace which is still MIA.
âI invited Lydia over, just letting you know.â Stiles said to me just as I started to make my way up the stairs to my room.
I laughed, leaning over the bannister. âFor me because sheâs my best friend, or for you so you can get some necktie-on-the-doorknob action?â
Stiles went silent for a moment, pausing to think very carefully about his answer. âIf I have to live with you and Isaac, Iâm allowed to have this- so shut up.â
âFair point,â I said, letting out another loud laugh and continuing up the stairs. âIâll be in my room if you need me!â
âNot likely!â Stiles called back, and I just shook my head. He may not like to admit it, but our brains are two halves to a whole when it came to figuring out the supernatural phenomenons in Beacon Hills. Heâll need me eventually.
As I walked down the hall to my room, a strange scent started to overwhelm me. Not a scent Iâm used to smelling in my house, but familiar nonetheless. I just canât pinpoint it⊠Then when I turned the corner into my bedroom, I was almost scared into a comatose state by a particular tall, brooding alpha dressed in all black, topped off with a shady leather jacket.
âJesus, Derek!â I hissed, trying to keep my voice down, god forbid Stiles were to find out about our unexpected visitor. âYou scared the shit out of me,â
He furrowed his eyebrows, shrugging. âUh, sorry,â
I paused for a moment, my gaze turning over to the open window behind Derek. âDid you seriously break in through the window?â
âItâs not breaking in if the window was unlocked.â
âIâm not sure thatâs how the law works, Sourwolf.â I said, a special kind of joy igniting in me when he cringed at the nickname. âSo, what was so important that breaking-and-entering was required?â I stepped closer to him, watching how his posture changed.
He pursed his lips and nodded, digging into his pocket and pulling out a familiar silver necklace with a purply pendant. âI thought you might want this back.â
âMy necklace!â I gently took the thin chain out of his grasp, quickly re clasping it around my neck. âI was wondering where it was⊠How did you get it?â
âYou donât remember?â He said, his posture uncomfortably shifting again. âI, uh⊠I brought you home last night. You thought that you would lose the necklace, so you asked me to hold onto it.â
He brought me home? I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to think back to last night but  as expected, drew a blank.
âNo sorry, I didnât remember. Thanks though, for getting me home- Honestly, I donât remember much of last nightâŠâ I said rubbing my head, trying not to think too much into what could have happened with Derek while I was drunk.
âYeah, I would think that getting poisoned would affect your memory a bit,â Derek laughed, reaching up to stretch his neck.
âWait- poisoned?â Here I was thinking I just had a night of heavy drinking⊠damn.
âUh, nothing too serious. Just a little wolfsbane in the kegs; classic werewolf party trick, even though in this case it would used to distract you guys so someone could get away with murder, butâŠâ Derek continued to ramble on about the technicalities of last night, telling me all about how my ears were bleeding from the bass, and how Isaac almost fell flat on his face- I let out a pretty loud laugh at that one. I could tell her was starting to get nervous- it didnât take a great werewolf to be able to smell the pheromones radiating from him. Which meant he could definitely smell the ones I could feel coming off of me. Really, I canât explain it but just being with him, watching his muscles move under his shirt and noticing the nervous ticks he displays when I make certain moves.
âWell, youâve got your necklace so I should probably let myself outâŠâ He said, starting to pull himself back out the window. It took me a moment to realize I was still daydreaming about his biceps and that he was leaving through my damn bedroom window which he barely managed to squeeze himself out of.
âOh shit-â I muttered to myself, taking one giant step towards the window, poking my head out in hopes to catch him. âDerek!â
He turned back around, his green eyes reflecting off the moonlight. âHuh?â
I smiled, brushing a piece of hair that had flown astray in the spring breeze back behind my ear. âThanks for bringing my necklace back.â
Derek mouth curved into a small grin. âNo problem.â He said, starting to make his way down the roof again.
Part of me was okay with watching him go, knowing that him staying would just cause more personal trouble with my guilty conscience- then again, a bigger part of me wanted to spend more time with him, even if it was just talking.
Quick, I thought to myself- think fast.
âHey!â I called out again, Derek craning his yeah, a hidden smile still plastered across his face.
âWhat, Vanessa?â My heartbeat ticked after hearing the way my name rolled off his tongue in that raspy voice.
I gripped onto my windowsill, holding myself steady as I pushed myself out further over the ledge, grabbing Derek by the cottony collar of his shirt, pressing my lips up against his. He seemed a little taken aback by the kiss at first, taking a second before his hands move to my cheek, sling his tongue past my teeth, the familiar minty taste igniting a spark in me. I started to pull Derek back into my bedroom, not even disconnecting our lips as he stumbled back through the window. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it hit the floor as I grasped desperately at his shirt, trying to peel it over his head. Once I got it off and had discarded it behind me, I ran my fingers down his chest and sides, feeling every little crevice in his skin as I went by.
Derek began to weave his hands under the hem of my flimsy shirt, his warm touch sending a wave of goosebumps over me. He pulled his lips away from mine, slowly planting wet kisses down my jaw and neck, leaving me in a heated faze. I could tell he was trying to refrain from leaving a mark on me, even though I wanted it probably just as much as him. He continued to move his lips lower and lower, fingers working to slip my shirt off so he could keep going. Derek had started to work his hands around me, tugging at where the clasp in my bra was. Instead of letting him finish the job, I pushed him- hard. He stumbled back, landing flat on my bed and I wasted no time before straddling him, strategically placing myself in just the right place where just a little bit of friction sent Derekâs toes curling. My lips kissed and tugged and the junction between his shoulder and neck, making him let out a deep groan- a noise Iâve never heard Isaac make or even thought capable of making, but damn is it sexy.
I slowly made my way down Derekâs chest and stomach, quickly working my fingers to undo the belt that barely held his jeans above that gorgeous v-line in his hips.
Derek reached his hand down, not doing what I expected he was going to do and tilted my chin up with his index finger. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, not really able to tell what he was thinking. I couldnât really even get a clear scent off of him other then the same pheromones from before. He slid his thumb over my bottom lip, shaking his head.
âYou donât have to do this, you know.â He muttered, not taking his eyes away from mine.
âWhoâs to say I donât want too?â I replied, kissing even lower and down that v-line that drives me crazy. He bucked his hips a little and groaned as my hand slipped past the hem of his boxers.
âMaybe the part of you that still remembers you have a boyfriendâŠâ
I paused my movements, breath catching in my throat. I clenched my jaw tight, trying to refrain from saying something I was going to regret. Instead, I just got up off my knees, rolling my neck.
âDamnit, Derek,â I said, suddenly feeling quite exposed so I reached for my shirt and pulling it back over my head. Derek propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at me. âI was just trying to give you a blowjob, but now youâve gone and ruined the mood.â
âWell you shouldnât be giving other guys blowjobs if youâre going to get all freaked out your boyfriend gets brought up!â He hissed at me, still trying to keep his voice down.
âYouâre not supposed to bring up the boyfriend when you know youâre about to get blown, Derek- that should just be a general rule!â I picked up his shirt off the floor, throwing it at him along with his jacket. He scrambled to get his shirt on, not even bothering to pull on his coat before starting to climb out the window. Once he was out, I was planning on closing the window on him, but he grabbed on and pulled up- unfortunately, I lost that battle.
âVanessa,â He looked up at me, his big green doe eyes making my heart melt.
âWhat?â
Derek pushed himself through my window once again, planting a last kiss on my lips before retreating down the roof, leaving me alone, the minty taste of his lips still fresh. I sighed, slowly closing the window. God, Iâve really got to shower- If I still smell like Derek when Isaac gets home, Iâm screwed.
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Hi, Ben! Hope you had a good day, or at least a calm one! I think your tree is adorable, and I love your tree topper! Itâs so pretty! Also, my congrats if Mo leaves it alone. Most of the kitty parents I know are full of horror stories about their cats climbing the tree/trying to eat the tree/trying to eat things off the tree/etc. XD One friendâs cat earned herself the nickname Monkey because the very first thing she did the night they brought her home was go right up the tree. Iâm pretty sure that was at least a decade ago, and the only person who ever calls her by her actual name at this point is probably my friendâs dad. Another friend complains every year that she canât use tinsel on her tree anymore because her cats will try to eat it.
And omg, that Disney/TW thing was terrible. Most of them seemed to only be using the most shallow, surface level reading of the characters, as usual they seemed to forget that Disney made animated films before the early 90s, and also as usual, Noah and Melissa got left out, despite having been there the full run of the show. I think I usually headcanon Peter more CN than anything else, but I can see the logic behind some NE being mixed in there, too. Some of that could be because I tend to see his apparent desire for power as more of a trauma-based need for control than just purely for its own sake. (It might have helped if theyâd been a bit more consistent with his characterâŠ)
Itâs probably because I was out of the fandom for a while, but most stuff Iâve seen that addresses it typically has the Hales being of British Isles descent. I think thatâs mainly because the name itself is English (I think?), and it helps to explain the abundance of Celtic mythology/imagery if itâs something they brought with them when settling the town. Iâm not particularly bothered either way, though, and always enjoy a chance to learn about other cultureâs customs. :D And I love how everyone just agrees that Peter is the type to just casually speak like a dozen languages, just because he can. XD Also, Iâm now picturing a springerle rolling pin thatâs nothing but wolf images, a quite literally hand-carved hand-me-down (that Iâm going to pretend was stored in the vault.)
And yeah, I figured the other kids would adapt pretty well, but I definitely foresee an issue with Jax. I feel like itâs going to come down to one of his siblings having to step in, probably either Malia (because he actually likes her) being like âHey, could you maybe try not being such an obnoxious douche-nozzle to my dad before I punch you in the throat? Do I treat your dad that way?â, or Ben just being like âWhy are you so mean to Poppa?â and then Jackson will have to face the full effect of the sad puppy face that got sprung on Stiles. XD
 I feel like it would make sense for it to take a few full moons for a turned wolf to achieve a full shift, especially if thereâs no genetic component. Almost all the wolves we see turned in the show have a rough enough time adapting at first without throwing in something like that. I definitely think it makes more sense for born wolves to have an easier/quicker time of it, especially at first.
I love both of the recent previews. I seriously have been ferally screaming over the pinned one all day. XD The swagger. The mountain ash. The âgoddammit Peter, heâs not afraid of you, heâs afraid for youâ of it all. And the section when heâs first shifting is good, too (no matter when it was written.) Thatâs going to be freaky as hell, even if youâre expecting it. And the whole thing with the way his bones are cracking and such just feels like it emphasizes how warped and wrong it all is, at least to me, because as best I remember, the few times we see a full shift in the show, it just sort of seems to flow from one to the other. Also, it just occurred to me that his alpha form was almost like a perfect balance of the American Werewolf in London and Underworld versions of full shift. Iâm curious to see if he maintains that version or if the presence of his mates/pack help him heal to a more normal version. Part of me wants to see him get better because I donât like seeing them hurt, part of me really wants to see his beast form tackle hug Noah and Chris and try to cuddle in their laps. XD
And oh, man, those window seats just made me want them to have one in the rebuilt Hale house, maybe in like a loft or an upper floor, thatâs big enough for the three of them to cram into, or the kids, or assorted combos thereof, in whatever forms they choose. Especially for like during storms and stuff. Just, all the cuddles, and reading stories to the littles, and taking random naps in the sunshine, and everything.
Also, now Iâm picturing Noah and Chris singing shit like âYou Make It Feel Like Christmasâ and âCuddle Up, Cozy Down Christmasâ, or like that âPeace On Earth/Little Drummer Boyâ thing Bing Crosby and David Bowie did, while trying to make Peter a surprise breakfast, and itâs adorable. And Iâve been listening to way too much Straight No Chaser holiday music to deal with the idea of them all singing together in anything approaching a rational manner. And is he not supposed to look at them like theyâre part of the menu? Iâm pretty sure if Peter was given the option of what heâd like to eat firstâŠwell. XD
Those poor teachers. They probably thought theyâd lucked out with this one after Stiles and Malia, and then the holidays came aroundâŠÂ (Just wait until they get the next round of Haleargentski childrenâŠ) XD
And Iâm going to hold you to that promise of romance XD (not really, if it doesnât work out that way, donât worry.) I would say âmy body is readyâ, but that feels like it might come across somewhat awkward. XD Although it did occur to me that given how he is about the whole âyour allâs shirts are way too tight to shareâ thing, when it gets to that point, Noahâs probably also going to have one of those âitâs been a hot minute, so some things arenât quite what they used to beâ type moments like Chris had with Peter at the motel, though I think heâd be more likely to try and joke it off, and Peterâs just going to be like âGods, you two really are as bad as each other sometimesâ, while happily reassuring both of them, because he can, and he enjoys it.
And wow, Iâve rambled on so much longer than I meant to given that I have an early shift tomorrow (or today, reallyâŠÂ â>.> ) So, I hope you got some decent rest, and your meds are helping like they should, and that you are happy with what you got done on the chapter. I hope that today goes well, too, and that you find some good candy at post-holiday discount prices, if that is a thing they do there (or will that not happen until after Christmas?) Anyway, I hope you have a good day, whatever else happens. Take care! *Hugs!*
Hey hey, I honestly had a pretty good day yesterday, a little busy because of last minute store runs and an uncooperating phone. (oh joy, had to reset the bastard twice) but other than that, pretty good.Â
Treated myself to a new game for Sinterklaas. Itâs the Spiderman Game of the Year edition, I didnât have that game yet and it was on sale for like 28 bucks and people left really good reviews. Maybe if I get some money for Christmas I might also get me the Miles Morales one, the new one. But Iâm also getting Cyberpunk cause I pre-ordered it back in April, so weâll see. I might just wait until Miles Morales goes on sale too in a couple of months. Still have to finish Valhalla first though XD.
And youâre not gonna believe it, but Mo left my Christmas tree completely alone. He does not care about the Christmas tree. He does not care about plants. He does not care about BOXES. I honestly think my cat is broken, but then again, I am typing this while he is sleeping in my lap and purring, so who cares.
And Omg XD I am eternally grateful Mo didnât do that but I love Monkey and can see why they got that nickname XD What a rascal!
I mostly included NE for Peter because apparently thatâs what Ian Bohen considers Peterâs Alignement to be. I personally think heâs more CN too (though I am probably basing that on his trauma.)Â
I actually made a personal alignment chart for the characters in Once Upon A Time here. (Though I forgot to include three characters namely the Nurse, John, and Danny. I think Danny would fall under either NG or LN and he would probably tell someone if someoneâs shoe laces were untied, and the nurse more under LE I guess, considering her background, though I feel like sheâs not evil for evilâs sake she more or less was driven to it and as such has a strong need for revenge regardless of whom she hurts, though she tries to redeem herself later. (and thatâs all I will say due to spoilers). And she would probably tie the personâs shoe laces for them, old habits die hard.) John I feel like would be CG or LN and heâd be the person to untie his own shoes in solidarity. (kinda like his grandchildren Stiles and Malia, where do you think they got that one from?)
But yeah Iâm still not sure how to feel about the Disney one. I can kinda see with some of them where they were coming from but none of it feels âflawlessâ or particularly right to me? Idk. I honestly feel like Kuzco and maybe Pocahontas were the two biggest Nopes for me. I mean Scar kinda fits, Elsa, I can see that, but none of it I truly identify these characters with. Idk.
And I feel like Peter or John probably had the foresight to store some of their most prized family heirlooms in that vault. Such as a copy of the family photo, Peterâs triskelion necklace piece, a springerle with wolf inscriptions, some video tapes of the family, personal artifacts of each family member, and Talia and Johnâs claws, family recipes, some gifts John made for his grandchildren, and Johnâs journal about the family history, werewolf lore, and lots of dirt on both Elias Stilinski and Gerard Argent.
I feel like Peter speaking lots of languages also just makes sense. He seems to be the type to have connections everywhere and to have little birds everywhere listening in for him. He would also be the type of person to either have connections to or keep an eye on the Russian and Italian Maffia, he learned French and Polish for Chris and Noah, Spanish is just a useful language to learn because it's vast. And German and Dutch were taught to him from a young age, probably some Latin too. So I can see why many people would headcanon Peter as mutli-lingual, it just makes sense for his character.
Malia and Ben ganging up on Jackson is my new favorite image. Can you imagine what the combined power of those two will be? Also just any of the teenagers realizing they can deploy the younger sibling to be absolutely adorable and people will do anything for that face, no matter what the teenagers are asking.Â
As for Peterâs wolf, why not both? Thereâs no reason why he canât act like an overgrown puppy as a beast and still heal and slowly revert back to his original form over the course of a couple of full moons as his mind heals from the trauma.
Theyâre definitely getting a windowseat big enough to seat three adults, four teenagers and a couple of little ones. Surrounded by books, a few curtains and lots of pillows. it needs to happen.
And you guessed it, thereâs gonna be a shy moment where both Chris and Noah get self conscious about their bodies. Noah because, well, he gained some weight, got a bit older, has some stretch marks although heâs still goddamn fit considering what he does and he tries to play it off as a joke, Peter will show him just how sexy he is, really. And Chris has another moment because he had another baby, so more pudge, more stretch marks and due to his humanity, more scars. I think Iâll let Noah handle that one first and then Peter helps. Chris of course also worships Noahâs body, because holy shit, none of them is exactly in bad shape, but Noahâs definitely been hiding way more. Also Noahâs tall now, so Chris just sort of melts when the taller man sweeps him off his feet. We also need some Omega/Omega love in this story.
And wow, now Iâve been rambling XD. Iâm gonna make me some late breakfast (itâs 1 pm) and grab some coffee and then start writing.
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It had been about five years since Sam had set foot in Aspen Creek, Montana. He could tell from the tightness across Deanâs shoulders that it might be been longer. Dad would have come here, though. It shouldnât hurt to remember his father here. This place always seemed suited for the broken thing that was John Winchester. He shrugged it off, doing his best to appear calm. Dean didnât like this anymore then he did. At least it would be Samuel taking care of him. Other doctors, even those who understood werewolves, were never half so efficient. He shifted in his seat and opened the impala door. It was awkward, still, despite how long his wrist had been wrong, to shut the car door and walk like the injury didnât bother him. Lone wolves shouldnât show weakness in anotherâs territory. It helped that it was Branâs. He shifted to look over at Dean. He knew how angry Dean was at Samuel.
âWe could have found someone else,â Sam mentioned, trying to be aware how on edge his brother was.
âYou broke it during the car crash and itâs never healed right. All it took was some wonked out Croatian zombie to break it again and itâs still not right. You keep messing it up and itâll never be right. Best case, you lack wrist motion for the next few hundred years, worse case it gets you dead. Go,â Dean countered, gesturing towards the small storefront that read, âDr. Samuel Cornick, M.D.â
Sam shifted away and walked into the small office, hunched slightly forward, hands in his pocket, despite his broken wrist. It would be pretty quick for Samuel to set it and afterwards, it would be right. That was what got Dean through the process of not walking into the office and punching the man. He knew Samuel would agree he deserved any physical abuse Dean chose to give him, but he wasnât sure that Samuelâs very dominant wolf would agree. The third most powerful werewolf in the country was not someone he wanted to challenge, especially when he could help Sammy.
He continued to lean against the car, posture purposefully confident and casual. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a woman approaching. Long legs were covered in tights to keep out the incredibly cold air. His nose immediately told him she was a werewolf despite her light perfume. Her smile beamed with easy confidence.
âHello, Hello!â she greeted, waving with the hand not holding an expensive coffee beverage. A young wolf by his best guess, wearing high heels. She approached closer, smile still perfect and he was honestly a little floored, shifting to face her. She was super-model tall with strong legs and a perfect hour glass. She brought both hands to clutch the drink and he noted they were clean, not like him or Sam. Or Mercy. He smiled warmly back as he evaluated what was certainly a pretty face, warm skin brushed with something resembling gold-dust from an old Western, her brown hair streaked with highlights that naturally matched.
Wow, that was far more pleasant than most werewolves would be meeting a stranger on their territory. He smiled, tight lipped and assumed it was the easy grace that being a submissive wolf gave. He wanted to be casual, but for some reason, it was difficult. âHello,â he finally managed, sounding stand-offish, but at least he didnât sound like he was hitting on her, yet.
âCharlie saw your car and told me to come play greeting party. Itâs pretty,â she commented. The statement was simple, like she didnât know, but with an innocence he wasnât sure he could trust. She might not know what the car was, but she certainly didnât strike him as obtuse. Especially not if Charles sent her as his envoy.
âThen he knows Iâm in town,â Dean countered. Charles would recognize the impala.
âHe didnât specify,â she teased, corners of her mouth crinkling. She obviously knew the car was a recognizable one. He was right, not a stupid woman. He smirked back, just a little.
âHe knows Iâm here, he knows where I am, likely, and he knows Iâve always been a friendly,â Dean added. âSo he sent you down here to be friendly.â
âHe didnât specify,â she countered a second time. âCharles is polite enough to make suggestions, but this wasnât one of them. Suggestions are a nice trait I wish more men would pick up on. Mark of a gentlemen.â
Dean felt easier, immediately. She wasnât flirting because Charles had suggested it. He liked the fact that this woman obviously knew she was gorgeous. âYouâre right, he is,â he agreed, amiable. âI do like that youâre being nice.â
âIâm nice to everyone. Charlie would tell you that if you asked,â she added. He wasnât sure if it was to get him to stop flirting or to get him to flirt more.
She didnât smell like Charles, not like the spirit magic and herbs the Marrokâs son often worked with. She didnât smell like anyone. She smelled of French perfume and roses. He caught the hint of one scent more than others and it made him a tad nervous. Perhaps she was someoneâs and his senses were as dull as Sam suggested. It would be a bad idea to flirt with the Moorâs woman. He doubted it. She was too independent to likely be mated with that old a wolf. Independence like hers was rare among female werewolves. He liked that too. âCharles must think highly of you to let you call him that,â Dean teased, a smile warming again across his features.
âI donât know, I never asked him if it was okay. He just didnât growl,â she replied. It was an easy comment. Brilliant, beautiful, and submissive was his best guess at her unique personality. No wolf would try to put such an easy going woman in place. She was a pleasure. He felt odd in thinking that.
âThen you won,â he teased. He shifted, awkward. Sam might take longer than he expected. Samuel liked making other wolves wait on him and he knew Deanâs issue with him. Taking longer to talk with Sam would irate him, Samuel Cornick surely knew. âKnow a place close by for a good meal? Iâll treat.â
The woman chuckled, warmth spilling over her face as she walked away, shrugging her shoulders from side to side as if unsure and playful. She walked him past the doctorâs office door and gestured towards the small restaurant at the far end of the street. Dean already knew its location. âI appreciate it, but the greaser look is a little thick with that car and that jacket and to then take me to a dinner,â she teased.
For some reason, it made him smirk. She caught him at one of his personas, applied when nervous or trying to get laid. He had to admit, it was firmly a mixture of both. He turned back towards her, facing the impala. He got the strong implication, suddenly, that she wasnât interested in him. She saw the persona and it wasnât her cup, but she didnât dislike the person behind it. She was reading him every bit as well as he read her and both were missing valuable information. âSeriously, who are you? S. E. Hinton?â he countered. She had that strange feeling of familiarity and insight that he always associated with that book. He was a touch angry when she laughed.
âReally? âThe Outsiders?â Not a bad book, but could you be more stereotypical!â she countered, a true smile replacing the pretty face and practically glowing when she mentioned the novel. âTough guy who hides his book knowledge behind a leather jacket and, if I read the ride of your jeans right, an illegal firearm.â
Deanâs mouth would have been open if he hadnât been watching Sam exit the doctorâs office and begin to make his way over towards him. Something suddenly shifted in his brotherâs expression from tired, pained, and stressed to oddly confused. It definitely resembled a puppy. Sam had stopped in his tracks and Sage seemed to have heard the walking, but hadnât acknowledged the other man yet, unconcerned until Sam spoke. âWorse than the kid who loves to âTo Kill a Mockingbird?ââ
She turned around almost immediately, the smile still intact. Sam seemed to need less effort and already knew the woman. âSam? You grew really tall! And that means this must be Dean!â she exclaimed and Samâs bitch face was priceless before shifting into nervousness he rarely ever saw on his brotherâs face.
âDean, this is Sage Carhardt. Sage, yes, this is my brother Dean. Asil sent you?â he asked, voice small.
âNo, Charlie, but he didnât tell me youâre in town,â she replied. She then immediately turned on her toes, as if suddenly more interested in Dean and he was confused until she spoke again. âIâve heard stories about you, Dean. You ran around with Mercy and cause all kinds of havoc from what I understand.â
Dean half blushed, looking away. Sage gave him no sense of threat when her eyes would occasionally meet his, looking away from her was easy. She posed no challenge for him to respond to. âSam helped,â he teased, loving how nervous his brother was in front of the pretty woman. Probably not interested in either of them, but playing them like fiddles.
Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. âI was like,â he began to say, but was cut off.
âAre you staying in town?â she asked Dean. It seemed intimate. He wasnât sure if she was asking for herself, Asil, or Charles.
âNo, weâre leaving as soon as we get food,â Dean informed. Aspen Creek was always awkward for Dean after heâd been turned and his control was on edge ever since John had died.
Sage nodded and extended her hand to him. âItâs a pleasure to meet you. I wish you were staying longer. Hereâs my number. You should call me,â she informed with a slightly saucy wink. She then gave Sam a quick smile and added, âKeep an eye out on him.â His eyes met hers this time and he immediately realized how wrong heâd been about the strange, pretty wolf. He locked eyes long enough to make sure she understood that Sammy was his only priority in the world before quickly looking away. She was incredibly dominant and very old. He was close enough now, also to be sure â she wasnât mated, either, it was her power, not borrowed like Leahâs. She gave him the quickest of hugs before turning and giving a slightly longer one to Sam. He was jealous.
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It had been about five years since Sam had set foot in Aspen Creek, Montana. He could tell from the tightness across Deanâs shoulders that it might be been longer. Dad would have come here, though. It shouldnât hurt to remember his father here. This place always seemed suited for the broken thing that was John Winchester. He shrugged it off, doing his best to appear calm. Dean didnât like this anymore then he did. At least it would be Samuel taking care of him. Other doctors, even those who understood werewolves, were never half so efficient. He shifted in his seat and opened the impala door. It was awkward, still, despite how long his wrist had been wrong, to shut the car door and walk like the injury didnât bother him. Lone wolves shouldnât show weakness in anotherâs territory. It helped that it was Branâs. He shifted to look over at Dean. He knew how angry Dean was at Samuel.
âWe could have found someone else,â Sam mentioned, trying to be aware how on edge his brother was.
âYou broke it during the car crash and itâs never healed right. All it took was some wonked out Croatian zombie to break it again and itâs still not right. You keep messing it up and itâll never be right. Best case, you lack wrist motion for the next few hundred years, worse case it gets you dead. Go,â Dean countered, gesturing towards the small store front that read, âDr. Samuel Cornick, M.D.â
Sam shifted away and walked into the small office, hunched slightly forward, hands in his pocket, despite his broken wrist. It would be pretty quick for Samuel to set it and afterwards, it would be right. That was what got Dean through the process of not walking into the office and punching the man. He knew Samuel would agree he deserved any physical abuse Dean chose to give him, but he wasnât sure that Samuelâs very dominant wolf would agree. The third most powerful werewolf in the country was not someone he wanted to challenge, especially when he could help Sammy.
He continued to lean against the car, posture purposefully confident and casual. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a woman approaching. Long legs were covered in tights to keep out the incredibly cold air. His nose immediately told him she was a werewolf despite her light perfume. Her smile beamed with easy confidence.
âHello, Hello!â she greeted, waving with the hand not holding an expensive coffee beverage. A young wolf by his best guess, wearing high heels. She approached closer, smile still perfect and he was honestly a little floored, shifting to face her. She was super-model tall with strong legs and a perfect hour glass. She brought both hands to clutch the drink and he noted they were clean, not like him or Sam. Or Mercy. He smiled warmly back as he evaluated what was certainly a pretty face, warm skin brushed with something resembling gold-dust from an old Western, her brown hair streaked with highlights that naturally matched.
Wow, that was far more pleasant than most werewolves would be meeting a stranger on their territory. He smiled, tight lipped and assumed it was the easy grace that being a submissive wolf gave. He wanted to be casual, but for some reason, it was difficult. âHello,â he finally managed, sounding stand-offish, but at least he didnât sound like he was hitting on her, yet.
âCharlie saw your car and told me to come play greeting party. Itâs pretty,â she commented. The statement was simple, like she didnât know, but with an innocence he wasnât sure he could trust. She might not know what the car was, but she certainly didnât strike him as obtuse. Especially not if Charles sent her as his envoy.
âThen he knows Iâm in town,â Dean countered. Charles would recognize the impala.
âHe didnât specify,â she countered, corners of her mouth crinkling. She obviously knew the car was a recognizable one. He was right, not a stupid woman. He smirked back, just a little.
âHe knows Iâm here, he knows where I am, likely, and he knows Iâve always been a friendly,â Dean added. âSo he sent you down here to be friendly.â
âHe didnât specify,â she countered a second time. âCharles is polite enough to make suggestions, but this wasnât one of them. Suggestions are a nice trait I wish more men would pick up on. Mark of a gentlemen.â
Dean felt easier, immediately. She wasnât flirting because Charles had suggested it. He liked the fact that this woman obviously knew she was gorgeous. âYouâre right, he is,â he agreed, amiable. âI do like that youâre being nice.â
âIâm nice to everyone. Charlie would tell you that if you asked,â she added. He wasnât sure if it was to get him to stop flirting or to get him to flirt more.
She didnât smell like Charles, not like the spirit magic and herbs the Marrokâs son often worked with. She didnât smell like anyone. She smelled of French perfume and roses. He caught the hint of one scent more than others and it made him a tad nervous. Perhaps she was someoneâs and his senses were as dull as Sam suggested. It would be a bad idea to flirt with the Moorâs woman. He doubted it. She was too independent to likely be mated with that old a wolf. Independence like hers was rare among female werewolves. He liked that too. âCharles must think highly of you to let you call him that,â Dean teased, a smile warming again across his features.
âI donât know, I never asked him if it was okay. He just didnât growl,â she replied. It was an easy comment. Brilliant, beautiful, and submissive was his best guess at her unique personality. No wolf would try to put such an easy going woman in place. She was a pleasure. He felt odd in thinking that.
âThen you won,â he teased. He shifted, awkward. Sam might take longer than he expected. Samuel liked making other wolves wait on him and he knew Deanâs issue with him. Taking longer to talk with Sam would irate him, Samuel Cornick surely knew. âKnow a place close by for a good meal? Iâll treat.â
The woman chuckled, warmth spilling over her face as she walked away, shrugging her shoulders from side to side as if unsure and playful. She walked him past the doctorâs office door and gestured towards the small restaurant at the far end of the street. Dean already knew its location. âI appreciate it, but the greaser look is a little thick with that car and that jacket and to then take me to a dinner,â she teased.
For some reason, it made him smirk. She caught him at one of his personas, applied when nervous or trying to get laid. He had to admit, it was firmly a mixture of both. He turned back towards her, facing the impala. He got the strong implication, suddenly, that she wasnât interested in him. She saw the persona and it wasnât her cup, but she didnât dislike the person behind it. She was reading him every bit as well as he read her and both were missing valuable information. âSeriously, who are you? S. E. Hinton?â he countered. She had that strange feeling of familiarity and insight that he always associated with that book. He was a touch angry when she laughed.
âReally? âThe Outsiders?â Â Not a bad book, but could you be more stereotypical!â she countered, a true smile replacing the pretty face and practically glowing when she mentioned the novel. âTough guy who hides his book knowledge behind a leather jacket and, if I read the ride of your jeans right, an illegal firearm.â
Deanâs mouth would have been open if he hadnât been watching Sam exit the doctorâs office and begin to make his way over towards him. Something suddenly shifted in his brotherâs expression from tired, pained, and stressed to oddly confused. It definitely resembled a puppy. Sam had stopped in his tracks and Sage seemed to have heard the walking, but hadnât acknowledged the other man yet, unconcerned until Sam spoke. âWorse than the kid who loves to âTo Kill a Mockingbird?ââ
She turned around almost immediately, the smile still intact. Sam seemed to need less effort and already knew the woman. âSam? You grew really tall! And that means this must be Dean!â she exclaimed and Samâs bitch face was priceless before shifting into nervousness he rarely ever saw on his brotherâs face.
âDean, this is Sage Carhardt. Sage, yes, this is my brother Dean. Asil sent you?â he asked, voice small.
âNo, Charlie, but he didnât tell me youâre in town,â she replied. She then immediately turned on her toes, as if suddenly more interested in Dean and he was confused until she spoke again. âIâve heard stories about you Dean. You ran around with Mercy and cause all kinds of havoc from what I understand.â
Dean half blushed, looking away. Sage gave him no sense of threat when her eyes would occasionally meet his, looking away from her was easy. She posed no challenge for him to respond to. âSam helped,â he teased, loving how nervous his brother was in front of the pretty woman. Probably not interested in either of them, but playing them like fiddles.
Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. âI was like,â he began to say, but was cut off.
âAre you staying in town?â she asked Dean. It seemed intimate. He wasnât sure if she was asking for herself, Asil, or Charles.
âNo, weâre leaving as soon as we get food,â Dean informed. Aspen Creek was always awkward for Dean after heâd been turned and his control was on edge ever since John had died.
Sage nodded and extended her hand to him. âItâs a pleasure to meet you. I wish you were staying longer. Hereâs my number. You should call me,â she informed with a slightly saucy wink. She then gave Sam a quick smile and added, âKeep an eye out on him.â His eyes met hers this time and he immediately realized how wrong heâd been about the strange, pretty wolf. He locked eyes long enough to make sure she understood that Sammy was his only priority in the world before quickly looking away. She was incredibly dominant and very old. He was close enough now, also to be sure â she wasnât mated, either, it was her power, not borrowed like Leahâs. She gave him the quickest of hugs before turning and giving a slightly longer one to Sam. He was jealous.
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