#but then stiles sits him down and tells him they need him. werewolf powers or not.

[sterekchub]

Okay I’m back for more frat boy Derek. Tell me about how he dresses and how everyone else sees him as he goes from hot jerk jock to absolute blob fucktoy.

Pledge Derek freshman year struts in confident - (for sure how I see Derek if he fire never happened). Star play on the town's basketball team, hot as hell, and even worse, charming and gets away with skipping classes or missing assignments. He starts as the hot shot from the small town. Used to eating homecooked, balanced meals. Depending on on the werewolf metabolism that can keep him chugging beers and never get drunk. He has the confidence of someone who never needs to practice and can still show up and win the games. Except the tiny little town of Beacon Hills is nothing compared to a big University. And suddenly Derek loses himself immediately to indulgence. Derek spends too many nights enjoying the unlimited campus meals and all the takeout from the dozens of different cuisines that are an app away from showing up at the door of their frat. There's no balance and moderation. Its greasy takeout food and subpar cafeteria food until Derek is ready to pop. Chugs a keg's worth of beer at frat parties, enough that even Derek starts to feel drunk, and that buzz and confidence of people cheering his name as they press another can into his hand, or pour another bottle down the funnel, means Derek drinks until his gut is round and swollen. (And that isn't counting the entire side tangent of Stiles manipulating and fattening him in the background). Most nights, Derek stumbles to bed with a sloshing gut and several pounds worth of calories sitting in his belly. Sleeps in later than me meant to, misses classes and eventually starts missing his sports practices and gets kicked from the team. It doesn't help that for a frat who prides themselves on their image, has a brother who is stretching out their T-shirts. Love handles peeking out the sides, ass turning sweatpants into sheer tights, belly starting to hang over the waistband...and Derek seemingly oblivious, going around scratching his stretchmarks, showing off even more of his widening waistline. Plus his gaseous explosions after a far too indulgent few hours spent in the campus cafeteria. So the frat votes at the end of the year to kick him from their group.....until Stiles persuades them that Derek could still be useful. As entertainment. And the idea of the frat pig is created. (Because what would a party be without Derek in the middle, food being forced down his throat until his gut is obscenely stretched to the size of a beanbag, and Derek is panting and belching and horny and willing to keep eating more) Freshman year Derek who fucks his way through the frat because his sexual appetite is only rivaled by his appetite. A contrast to Derek in future years. First he's too full and lazy, he finished off more beer than he can remember and at least two pizzas. His only job is to sprawl on the bed and demand someone else get him off. And eventually, when his dick is progressively more and more buried under a flabby belly and fat pad, Derek becomes full time demanding, greedy power bottom, belching out commands.

[kingofbasicfanfiction]

D. Hale: The Talk

Finally, after what felt like Stiles’ slowest moving work shift, was over. Every minute felt like an hour and every hour felt like a day. In Stiles’ opinion, it was all that big, sexy, idiot Derek Hale’s fault. The hunky werewolf just had to have sexy-time with Stiles before he opened his shop for the day.

But at last Stiles is headed back to Derek’s home.

After a twenty minute drive Stiles reaches his destination. As soon as he walks up the steps, the door swings open, revealing a mouth-watering Derek Hale. Derek’s bare foot, wearing form-fitting black slacks that show-off his powerful legs. He’s also wearing a tight, black henley. His rock hard abs are visible through the quality material. The buttons of his henley are undone, exposing the upper shelf of Derek’s muscular and hairy pecs.

Derek’s 6 foot 9 stature and all that muscle is a marvel to Stiles. From Stiles’ point of view, Derek looks more like a giant deity than a mere werewolf.

It seems their time apart was too long for Derek’s liking. He doesn’t wait for Stiles to come inside. Instead he walks up to the human, on his porch, and wraps his enormous arms around him, pulling Stiles into his inescapable embrace.

Because of their height difference, Stiles' face crashes into the crevice in between Derek’s mountainous pecs. Stiles gets a faceful of the werewolf’s chest hair, and can only breathe in Derek’s lightly sweaty musk. And Stiles loves it.

Stiles’ scent must be telling because Derek buries his face deeper in between his pecs, and flexes them. Stiles' moan is muffled thanks to the werewolf’s rippling pectorals.

A deep rumble comes from within Derek’s chest, vibrating Stiles’ face.

Derek then gently removes Stiles’ face from his chest and tilts it upwards.

Next thing Stiles knows, Derek’s craning his neck down and slanting their mouths together.

The kiss is just as intense as earlier for Stiles. He loves Derek’s domineering tongue and lips. Stiles can taste Derek’s dominance, obsession, and love from this kiss.

Once it ends, Derek smiles down at Stiles with heat and fondness shining in his eyes. He then places a hand on Stiles’ lower back and leads him inside.

“Come in, pup. I made lasagna. You must be hungry.” Derek commands and Stiles is more than happy to follow.

Derek guides Stiles into the dining room. At the table, a pan of lasagna, a bowl of salad, and plates are set. It smells delicious.

Derek pulls a chair out for Stiles, and once he is sitting, the werewolf takes the seat right next to him. Derek then makes a plate for Stiles before making one for himself.

Stiles catches on that the werewolf is showing that he can provide for his mate. He finds this all sweet and endearing.

Stiles is surprised to find Derek seemingly nervous all of a sudden. “I hope you enjoy my lasagna. It’s a family recipe.” He confesses.

Stiles smiles and places a hand on the back of Derek’s much larger one. ”If this tastes even half as good as it smells, then I’m going to love it. Besides, I’m so hungry I could eat anything. I forgot to have lunch today.”

Derek frowns. “Pup, you have to take better care of yourself.” The werewolf admonishes.

Stiles shrugs guiltily. “I know; I’m just so focused on my work that I usually forget about lunch.”

A mischievous, little grin pops on Derek’s lips. “Are you saying that Daddy needs to start stopping by and feed his naughty pup, himself? Hmm?” Derek engulfs Stiles’ hand into his much bigger and warmer one. He then places the human’s palm on his growing bulge.

Stiles starts breathing faster as he feels Derek’s cock hardening beneath his hand.

Derek leans in and huskily whispers into Stiles' ear, “Feel that, pup? Daddy will make sure you get a filling and protein-rich lunch, every day.” Derek licks the shell of Stiles’ ear, making his breath stutter.

Derek pulls away with a smug grin. He picks up his fork and points at Stiles’ plate. “Now eat, pup. You’re going to need the energy.” Derek promises with a sultry glint in his eyes.

Stiles frowns; Derek worked him up like that just to stop all of a sudden.

Sighing, Stiles takes his first bite of the lasagna. The heavenly taste has Stiles closing his eyes and moaning.

When Stiles opens his eyes, he finds Derek staring at him; his eyes glowing alpha-red. His chest keeps expanding and deflating from his labored breathing. “Pup, what have I told you about your moaning? Be careful or Daddy’s gonna fuck and knot you on the surface of this table.” Derek warns.

This causes a spike in Stiles’ arousal, which Derek can smell, making himself more aroused.

To ignore the sexual tension, they decide to focus on the food and talk.

As they talk, Stiles tells Derek about his shop. About the rare supernaturals that have come by. About most of his sales being online. And a simplified explanation about how to enchant items.

In turn, Derek tells Stiles about his work, which surprises him. The Hales were always filthy rich so Stiles assumed Derek didn’t work. But Derek is in fact an investor and also owns hundreds of properties around the world. Derek’s insanely successful and one of the richest people on the planet.

Stiles and Derek are both stuffed. Stiles ate a fair bit but Derek demolished the majority of the food. Stiles isn’t surprised, his enormous body must need a lot of fuel.

Stiles yelps when Derek effortlessly lifts him up by the waist, and sits him on his lap.

Stiles halfheartedly glares at Derek, over his shoulder. But it does nothing to wipe away the werewolf’s cocky smirk. They both know that Stiles has a thing for Derek’s strength.

The wolf chuckles as he gives a languid roll of his hips, grinding his bulge against Stiles’ ass. Stiles softly whimpers.

Derek winds his huge arms around Stiles, and pulls him back, letting Stiles’ back rest against his chiseled front.

Derek leans down and rubs his beard against Stiles' ear, making him shiver. Stiles can feel Derek’s lips curl into a smirk.

Derek's deep voice softly rumbles into his ear. “Alright pup, now that dinner is finished, it’s time for a serious talk.” Derek starts, “We are mates but we haven’t solidified our bond. Do you know how we do that?” Derek asks.

Stiles nods, “Yes, we have sex and when your knot is in me, you bite me.”

“That’s right, pup. When I knot you I’m going to bite you right here.” Derek presses a finger where Stiles’ neck meets his shoulder. “It’s called the mating bite. It’ll cement our bond, making us officially mates.

When we become mates, pup, there’s no going back. It’s more intense than marriage. As a werewolf you’d be it for me, I could never let you go. Now I’d love to mate you tonight, but if you need time to think about this, then I understand.” Derek explains.

Stiles partially turns in Derek’s grip to look at him. He temporarily gets lost in the werewolf’s dazzling emerald eyes.

Stiles places a slender hand on the side of Derek’s face, Derek leans into it.

“Derek, I already know all this. And like I told you before, I’ve been in love with you for years. Please Daddy, make me your mate.” Stiles begs.

Stiles’ words appear to set Derek off. His fangs drop, he’s growling incessantly, and his red eyes are locked on where he is gonna give Stiles his mating bite.

Derek shakes his head, regaining control of himself.

“Then it’s decided! I’m claiming you as my mate tonight.” Derek declares.

Stiles beams. Not wanting to wait another second, Stiles tries to get up but Derek’s strong arms keep him in his lap. Stiles looks at him questioningly.

Derek smiles fondly. “Not so fast, pup. Before we take this to the bedroom, we should discuss our likes and dislikes.”

This throws Stiles for a loop. “Really? Now is the time you wanna know that Superman is my favorite superhero and I hate leaf-blowers with a passion?”

Derek gives a deep chuckle from the chest that vibrates through Stiles.

“No pup, I’m talking about sexually. I want to know what you enjoy and your hard nos.”

Stiles doesn't know what to say, he feels out of his element.

“Let’s start with hard nos.” Derek suggests, “For me, I’m not into blood-play, intense pain, defecation, or diapers.”

Stiles nods with wide eyes, “Same here. Big nos for me.” hesitantly Stiles adds, “Also I’m not into humiliation or name-calling. Like I don't want you calling me a ‘slut’.”

Derek nods in understanding, “See, that’s good to know, my sweet pup. Now let's talk about our likes.”

Derek's deep voice drips with sensuality. “If you haven’t noticed yet, pup, I'm a Daddy Dom. I love being in control and taking care of your needs.”

Derek rubs his nose against Stiles’ temple. “And if I’m correct, you love being my pup. You love submitting to my dominance.”

“Yes, I love being your pup and submitting to you, Daddy.” Stiles confirms, breathlessly.

“Oh pup, the way you submit to me, so completely, it makes my dick harder than diamond.” The werewolf gives a rock of his hips, proving it to Stiles.

“Do you want to hear what else Daddy likes, my pup?” Derek purrs in Stiles' ear.

“Yes, please tell me more, Daddy.” Stiles shamelessly begs.

Stiles gasps as Derek shoves a hand down the front of his pants and cups him through his boxers.

To further torture him, Derek runs his lips down the column of Stiles’ neck as he leaves a trail of little nips. He resumes softly speaking as he continues his assault.

“If you’d consent to it, and accept my possessiveness, I would love to urinate on you, pup. Every werewolf would smell that you’re mine and that would make me cum so hard.”

Stiles is breathing heavily, “Your possessiveness turns me on so much, Daddy. I think I’d like you peeing on me.”

“Well I’m glad you like Daddy’s possessiveness.” Derek says as he traces a finger along the base of Stiles’ neck, “Because I want to lock a collar on you with my name on it. You’ll only wear it when we’re alone. In public you’ll wear a silver chain with a ‘D’ on it.”

Derek quickens his movement as he works Stiles’ cock through his boxers.

“I-I’d love to wear those, Daddy.” Stiles stutters.

Derek makes a happy chuffing sound in Stiles’ ear, smelling his sincerity.

“Now this will take some practicing and some time, but I’d love to knot your mouth in the future.”

Stiles almost chokes, hearing this. The picture of Derek’s bulging knot locked in Stiles’ mouth and continuously pumping his cum down his throat is turning Stiles on. But the actuality of this happening has Stiles feeling apprehensive.

“Relax pup, we will use dildos and other toys to stretch open your jaw wider before Daddy knots your perfect mouth.” Derek promises as he runs a thumb over Stiles’ bottom lip.

This eases Stiles tension.

“Now it’s your turn, pup. Your likes, your desires, your fantasies. Daddy wants to know about them all.” Derek says as he pulls his hand out of Stiles’ pants.

As if Stiles weighed nothing, Derek easily lifts him and spins him around, so Stiles is now straddling his lap. Derek places a big hand on Stiles’ lower back, pulling him in close.

Derek’s big cock is once again pressing against Stiles’ ass. And now Stiles’ cock is lying against Derek’s lower abdominal muscles.

With a sly grin, Derek flexes his core, hotdogging Stiles’ shaft in between his abs, making Stiles moan.

“Out with it, pup. Tell Daddy what gets your juices flowing.” Derek commands.

“Your muscles.” Stiles finally admits.

Derek’s cocky grin returns. “Oh, you mean these.” Derek lifts his free arm up and flexes his bicep. The muscle balloons up to nearly the size of Stiles’ head. The hard bicep looks like it’s going to rip a hole in the sleeve of Derek’s henley, any second now.

Stiles can’t help but stare longingly at Derek’s massive bicep.

Derek keeps the impromptu muscle show going. He flexes both arms down and inward, giving a most-muscular pose.

As he flexes, Derek hisses through gritted teeth, “See all this muscle, pup? For someone to get to you, they’ve got to go through me. And no one is getting through 300 pounds of rockhard, Daddy muscle.” Derek growls as he flexes even harder, breaking a sweat.

Stiles is lost in a muscle trance induced by Derek.

“God Derek, when you’re all sweaty after a workout, I want to lick all your muscles clean with just my tongue.” Stiles says without even thinking.

When Stiles realizes what he just said, his eyes go wide as saucers before looking Derek in the face.

Derek’s baring a big, toothy grin. “I like the sound of that, pup. A good tongue cleaning after a workout sounds hot as hell. These big, sweaty, Daddy muscles deserve to be worshiped. And you know what else?”

Derek pulls off his henley and tosses it to the floor. Stiles gasps, gawking at Derek’s hairy and insanely jacked upper body.

With half-lidded, sultry eyes, Derek says, “You don’t just want to feel Daddy’s muscles, you want to feel what Daddy’s muscles can do. You want Daddy to prove how strong he is.”

Stiles moans in affirmation as he runs his fingers down Derek’s fuzzy, cobblestone abs.

“And Daddy knows just how to, pup. I’m going to plow your ass while standing in the middle of the bedroom. And I won't even break a sweat holding your feather-weight light ass, pup. These Daddy muscles aren’t just for show.” Derek teasingly promises as he bounces his pecs under Stiles’ hands, making Stiles moan.

Derek smirks at how much his muscles have worked Stiles up.

Derek gives Stiles’ butt a little smack, bringing him out of his slight frenzy. “Come on pup, what else do you got?”

Blushing, Stiles confesses, “Well I do have this one fantasy about us.”

Derek gives Stiles’ chin a little nip, encouraging him to be honest. “Spill, pup. Tell Daddy your fantasy.” Derek orders and Stiles is unable to disobey.

“I fantasize about walking around here in only my underwear; it’s just the two of us. Whenever or wherever you want, you’ll pull down my underwear and ambush-fuck me, making me take it.”

Derek buries his face into Stiles’ neck and groans. “Fuck baby boy, that sounds like Daddy’s personal heaven. We can make that happen but you better be ready. With your delectable ass bouncing around in only a pair of underwear, I’ll be pounding it all throughout the day. Us werewolves ejaculate much, much more than a human, on a daily basis.”

Derek gives a hard thrust, slamming his eleven inches against Stiles’ pert ass.

“Got anymore left, pup?”

“Well I’ve got one more, but it might be too much.”

“It's okay, pup, this is a safe space.” Derek soothes as he gently strokes Stiles’ sides.

After licking his lips, Stiles starts. “Would you ever consider having sex with me during the full moon, in your alpha form?”

Derek's emerald eyes go wide. They roam quickly, all over Stiles’ face.

“Pup, are you being serious?”

Stiles is worried that he insulted the werewolf. He tentatively nods.

Derek works his jaw, like he's trying to stop his fangs from popping out. He then takes a deep, shaky breath.

“Pup, you can’t count the number of times I’ve cummed thinking about fucking you in my alpha form. I never dreamed you’d be interested in that idea. You are so meant for me, pup.”

“So you’ll do it?” Stiles asks, alight with hope.

“I promise you, pup, under the next full moon, I will fuck you in my alpha form. “Derek sultry growls.

Out of nowhere, Derek tilts his head back and unleashes an almighty roar. A roar that shakes the house to its foundation.

It’s so loud that Stiles has to cover his ears with his hands.

Derek’s completely wolfed out. Eyes glowing, claws drawn, fangs gleaming, and amazing eyebrows gone.

“Fuck pup, I can’t hold myself back anymore! I’ve got to make you mine!”

Derek stands up, holding Stiles, cradling his butt in one of his massive hands.

Stiles instinctively wraps his legs around Derek’s waist and his arms around Derek’s neck.

Derek’s lips locks with Stiles’, and he fucks Stiles’ mouth with his huge tongue, swallowing Stiles’ whimpers.

They both pull away, panting.

“Pup, this is it. I’m taking you to my room and mating with you.” Stiles understands. Derek is giving him one last chance to back out, but it isn’t necessary.

Stiles tightens his arms around Derek’s neck. “Make me yours, Daddy.”

Huge, clawed, bare feet shake the house as Derek races to his bedroom with his prize, while releasing a triumphant howl.

[ravenmold]

your gentle winding mind for the wip ask game

Hi Mia 🦋

Thank you for your ask! I'll split my answer into three parts to ramble a bit, since I'm afforded the opportunity. ☺️

Part 1: Background info

your gentle winding mind is a lil idea that takes inspiration from and is named for the Purity Ring song Begin Again. To me their album Another Eternity is kinda.....dreamlike fantasy sci fi, and I tried to use the imagery that the song evokes to guide me with this idea. This song's lyrics just dance so nicely around themes of codependency, destiny, inevitability, repetition......and space. It's in the pairing Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski and it was last edited in Feb of 2020. So it's basically from a previous world 😂 it only has 543 words and is just one scene. But reading it now, I definitely can see that I was being experimental with my writing here and having fun letting go of ... Trying to tell a clearly structured story. How? Well, let me introduce you to the idea.

Part 2: So, what's the idea?

So my idea with this fic was that there's a powerful oracle who resides on a very small planet and who is visited by thousands upon thousands to foresee their future. Basically the whole planet is a grassy field and has two suns. It's all transcendental in a way because does this oracle need food? Shelter? Unclear. It just sits in this field all day. I was thinking of The Little Prince a bit, and imagining it as kinda having Studio Ghibli vibes 😂 if that helps at all.

Our protagonist Derek, a werewolf, visits this oracle in the hopes of having light shed on his uncertain future and the disastrous prophetic dream he has about it. But he's very surprised to find out that the oracle is a human named Stiles. Who's been cursed to live this life. Unbeknownst to Derek and Stiles, their lives are intermingled and he's the one Stiles has been waiting for in a sort of life-stasis. The moment Derek turns to leave, Stiles' stomach growls and he feels like his curse is broken, that he's free to leave this tiny planet. He asks to go with Derek. And thus these two idiots fall right into my plan: they are destined for each other, very powerful and will impact the universe etc etc and the prophetic dream has something to do with it. The details are fuzzy here because that's as far as I ever got in imagining it 😂

Part 3: Judge my writing on it

So I honestly like a few of these lines. I'll share the majority of the fic and you can judge for yourself:

Derek did not expect the renowned oracle that effortlessly foresees the wax and wane of empires and planets to be a simple human.

He says as much upon reaching the human – the boy – on the grassy hill where he abides, legs crossed and face open. The sky is shattered into cerulean shards above him.

The boy simply laughs at this. “Yes, I’m human. The only one for a million miles, for a thousand light years. And you’re not.”

“I … no.” Derek chances a seat in the soft grass in front of the oracle. “I just, didn’t know humans could be oracles.”

The boy’s amber eyes shift fluid as liquid over the landscape that surrounds them. There is nothing but green hills for miles, a veritable maze all on its own for a lonely oracle to hide in. “I was gifted precognition as a child. Or rather, it was meant as a curse, but I figured it could be used for good, in the meantime. A little word of advice, don’t go looking for the bodies of witches in their woods.”

The twin suns beat down on his shoulders, and yet Derek shivers. “Noted,” he answers. “You said, in the meantime?”

“I’m simply passing the time, waiting for someone. I try to be patient.” The oracle’s eyes draw to his, and Derek shifts his pose. He feels uneasy, but does not sense danger. He supposes it must be the immeasurable power that surrounds the boy in a haze; that radiates off him like surface heat.

Derek wonders who he could possibly be waiting for. He hopes it’s family, at least.

“You have a misgiving.”

Straight to business it is, then. He did travel all this way.

“I’m to join the Fleet in a month’s time. This was decided for me long before I had the presence of mind to worry about futures, and I’ve had time to make peace with it, but …”

A small smile tucks at the corners of the boy’s mouth. “A life among the stars. How apt.”

“Technically we are all living among the stars,” Derek quips, not able to help himself. The reaction is unexpected: the boy leans forward, eyes focused so intensely on his.

“Like planets. We are floating in the great unknown,” he whispers.

Derek doesn’t immediately know how to react to this. He’s frozen, permitted to move again only when the boy’s eyes leave his. Derek feels like he’s stepped into a dream, and has a moment of panic as he realises there’s no way to test it. How do you know a dream is a dream?

Lmao raven tryna be whimsical and ethereal, that's the name of the game. Another fun fact: it was written in Comic Sans. Heh.

[seraphicsage]

The Third Musketeer

Chapter 6

A/N sorry this has taken me so long, I’m going to try and get another chapter out before the end of the month because teen wolf is being removed from netflix and I don’t know how long it could take me to get access to the show again. Sorry guys this is entirely out of my control

Stiles is upset with Scott. I can’t say I blame him, I’m upset too. Neither of us are talking to him. 

Or at least I thought we weren’t. After our first class they seemed to be okay again. Well I’m still mad. Stiles spots me while they’re talking and comes over to me, leaving Scott. “Did you know he went to Derek for help?” He asks.

“What?! No! Jesus.” I sigh. He nods in agreement. 

“Look I know you don’t think he’s all that bad because… you know, but do you think it’s a good idea?” He asks.

“Probably not. Derek’s… different to how he used to be. I mean who wouldn’t be after that but, he seems less kind. It’s, a little intimidating to be honest.” Stiles nods, thinking.

“I’ve decided I need to teach Scott how to control it myself, could you help?” I chuckle.

“Of course I’ll help. But right now, I need to go eat with Lydia and Allison. You want to come with?” He shakes his head, still in thought. I smile, he’s cute like this. “See you later then.” I reach up on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek quickly, before running towards the cafeteria. 

“The what of who?” Lydia asks Allison while I sit down with them. 

“The beast of Gevaudan.” Allison says, though I’m not sure what’s happening. “Listen. A quadruped wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La bete killed over 100 people, becoming so infamous that King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.”

“Boring.” Lydia interrupts, making me laugh. 

“Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.”

“Hmmm, still boring.”

“Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.”

“Slipping into a coma bored.”

“While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man-eating monster.”

“Any of this have anything to do with your family?”

“This,” Allison continues, “It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter, who claimed his wife and 4 children, were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent.” 

Shit. That was a werewolf wasn’t it? Is her family telling her about this? Does this mean they’re going to involve her soon? 

In all my overthinking I miss part of the conversation so I’m not quite sure why Lydia walks off, but she seem to be doing better. 

Allison reads her book some more while I eat, I see Stiles and Scott on the table over talking about something. It’s not long before I see Stiles get up, seemingly a little mad at Scott. So I quickly say goodbye to Allison before running after Stiles. Butttt Allison follows me, trying to chase down Scott while I follow Stiles. 

The three of us head out to the lacrosse field during our free period. “Okay.” Stiles starts, setting his bag down and sitting on the bench, I sit next to him. “Now, put this on.” He says, handing Scott a heart monitor band. 

“Isn’t this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?” He asks. 

“Yeah, I borrowed it.” I chuckle a little, it’s not technically borrowing it if you didn’t ask. 

“Stole it.” Scott responds.

“Temporarily misappropriated.” Stiles says, seemingly already tired of Scott. 

“Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you’re gonna wear it for the rest of the day.”

“Isn’t that coach’s phone?” Scott asks.

“That I stole.” I actually laugh at that. “Your heart rate goes up when you go wolf right? When you’re playing lacrosse, when you’re with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.” I love it when he talks smart like this.

“Like the incredible hulk!” And then there’s Scott, I roll my eyes. 

“Kind of like the incredible hulk yes.”

“No I’m like the incredible hulk.” 

“Just shut up and put the strap on.” 

I love Stiles’ plan. Stiles is going to try and get Scott mad and Scott has to not react. Stiles starts by duct taping Scott’s wrists together, then gets his bag and lacrosse stick and steps away. I stay on the bench and watch. 

Then, Stiles picks up a ball with the stick and throws it at Scott, making him curl over a little. He repeats this a few times, hitting Scott almost every time. “You know what? I think my aim is actually improving.” He looks over at me and winks jokingly. 

“Yeah I wonder why!” Scott says, clearly get angry, but Stiles quickly continues hid assault. I can’t help but grin as I watch. 

Suddenly though Scott starts groaning and kneeling down, and the monitor starts beeping rapidly. “Shit.” I say, running over. Scott pulls apart the duct tape in his frustration and I stay slightly away. The heart rate monitors beeping slows down as does Scott’s heavy breathing. Stiles starts to get in closer and talks to him gently. 

“Scott? You started to change.” I come in closer and kneel on the ground next to him. 

“From anger.” Scott starts. “But it was more than that.” He looks at both of us. “The angrier I got, the stronger I felt.”

“So it is anger then, Derek was right.” 

“I can’t be around Allison.” 

“Just because she makes you happy?” Stiles asks. 

“No, because she makes me weak.”

I sigh, he’s made a decision, there’s nothing I can do to change that. But, I can see that that’s pretty crappy. “Okay.” I whisper, making them look at me. “Jesus, Scott. Come here.” Scott seems hesitant but inches closer to me. 

I run my fingers through his hair, which I know helps him relax. He quickly does relax and lies his head on my lap, closing his eyes. He needs peace for a little bit. Poor guy’s had a tough start to this year. 

I look up at Stiles and he seems shocked to say the least. I shrug a little and smile, looking down at Scott. I think it’s safe to say he’s fallen asleep. “I didn’t realise you guys…” Stiles starts but trails off. I shrug again. 

“He hasn’t needed me for a while. But he’s been quite stressed.” I chuckle slightly. Stiles still looks confused. “When we were younger, whenever he got upset by anything he used to come to me. We were close, in a way. Guess I got used to being depended on. Then, high school happened and he stopped wanting me near him. Guess it’s the puberty.” 

“That’s so wrong.” Stiles mutters. I look at him, the confused one now. He sighs and takes one of my hands, and looks down at Scott to see if he’s still sleeping. “Have you ever been able to depend on him?” He asks. I look away and shrug again. Stiles has always had an opinion about how Scott treats me. “So, what? He gets to depend on you whenever he needs it, but you have to hide in your room alone when you need help?” 

“Stiles.” I squeeze his hand. “It’s just the way things are.” 

“He’s your big brother! He’s supposed to protect you! Instead, he’s the one causing you to be upset half the time.” I bring my hand up to his cheek. 

“You’re so sweet. And I love how protective you are, but I’m okay, this is just how he deals with things. He’ll grow up one day.” I give him a look that I hope tells him that I want to leave this discussion here. He nods and leans his head against my shoulder, grabbing my hand again and holding tight. 

Next we have coach’s class. Stiles tries to sit behind Scott so Allison can’t but she makes it there first. Scott seems annoyed but I’m pretty happy because it means Stiles is sitting behind me. 

I feel sorry for Allison immediately. Scott tried to avoid her but she clearly wants to talk to him. Luckily coach starts before it gets too painful to watch. Coach asks to start by going through last nights reading. Unfortunately, coach calls on Scott, and I’m almost 100% sure that he hasn’t done it. 

Coach quickly starts teasing him as it’s obvious Scott hasn’t done it. It doesn’t take long for Scott’s heartbeat to increase. I sit as close to Stiles’ desk as possible and he leans forward over my shoulder and shows me the phone. It’s quickly increases as Coach’s attack on Scott gets more and more humiliating. 

All I want to do is help him, but I think that would just make it worse. Suddenly, just as Coach threatens Scott with suicide runs, his heart beat slows down. Fast. Me and Stiles look at each other confused before we look over at Scott to try and figure out what’s happening. 

Then we see it. Allison and Scott holding hands. It makes me smile a little. “He’s such an idiot.” I whisper to Stiles, chuckling. 

“So are we.” Stiles responds, and I look at him to see him smiling sadly at the sight. I quickly kiss his cheek before telling him to sit back, which he does. 

As soon as we walk out of class me and Stiles are ready to make sure Scott understands what just happened. “It’s her.” Stiles starts. “It’s Allison. Remember what you told me the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her. Remember the night of the lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field.” 

“Yeah I did!” Scott responds. 

“Right so that’s what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn’t kill her. At least not how you were trying to kill us. She brings you back is what I’m saying.” 

“No no no! It’s not always true. Because literally every time I’m kissing her or touching her-“ 

“No, that’s not the same. Because when you’re doing that you’re another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?” Scott starts smiling, and Stiles looks disappointed. “You’re thinking about sex right now aren’t you?” Scott glances at me and nods apologising. I wave it off, not important right now. “Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different okay? I don’t think she makes you weak, I think actually gives you control. She’s kind of like an anchor.” 

“Because I love her.” Scott responds, way too casually. 

“Exactly, that’s what it’s like when you love somebody.” Stiles doesn’t seem to care that he said it either. Me? I’m excited. 

“Wait Scott did you just say…?” 

“Did I just say that?” 

“Yes, you just said that.” Stiles responds, seeming bored. Scott chuckles.

“I love her.” 

“That’s great! Now moving on-“

“No no no, really, I think I’m totally in love with her.” 

“And that’s beautiful, but before you run off and write a sonnet can we figure this out please?” I can’t stop myself from grinning. “Because you obviously can’t be around her all the time.”

“Yeah, sorry. So what do I do?” 

“I don’t know, yet.” Stiles sighs and then turns to me. “You got any ideas or are you just gonna keep grinning like that.” 

“I don’t think I can stop now, I’m stuck like this.” I say giggling, making Stiles roll his eyes playfully. Then he suddenly puts his idea face on. “Oh no you’re getting an idea aren’t you?”

“Yeah!” He responds

“Is this idea going to get me in trouble?” Scott asks.

“Maybe.”

“Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?”

“Yeah definitely, come on.” Stiles says and leads us out of the school building. 

He takes us to the car park and stops us near a random car. “What are we doing?” Scott asks and Stiles tells him to stay still, tells me to stand back, and makes Scott stand with his car key pointed up. 

“Now, whatever happens, try to think about Allison, okay?” Stiles says before walking over to the car, scratching the paint job with his keys, and then he runs over next to me and starts shouting out. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing to that truck bro?” In Scott’s direction. 

This gets the attention of who I assume is the owner of the car. The car owner and his friends walk over to Scott and swing a punch at him, Scott tries to fight back but he quickly gets over powered and they start beating him up. 

I hear Stiles wince and I quickly look away from the fight, watching the heart monitor rise.

Eventually a teacher comes over and breaks up the fight, giving Scott a relief. But by the time he’s come, Scott’s heart rate has already gone down. Thank god. 

Later, Scott calls me and Stiles to tell us that we need to get to the school. He explains that he got to work and found Derek having tied his boss up and interrogating him about the alpha. We meet Derek and Scott’s boss (though he’s unconscious in Derek’s car) at the school. 

Scott tells us that he’s somehow going to see if he really is linked with the alpha, I’m not entirely sure of the plan, I don’t think it’s smart, but I don’t think I should say that in front of Derek. 

We walk into the school to the reception. Stiles starts asking more questions about Scott’s plan (specifically the flaws in it) and Scott doesn’t seem to have anything beyond what we’re about to do.

We give him the microphone that will allow him to speak into the speakers around the school. A howl is meant to signal a wolfs position to the rest of the pack, we’ve just got to hope that this doesn’t make him a part of the pack. 

When Scott tries to howl, he let’s out a shrill, pathetic noise that makes me cringe, Stiles looks disappointed. Scott starts getting frustrated and unsure of himself so Stiles walks around to him, starts rubbing his shoulders and tries to encourage him. 

This time when Scott tries, he lets out a loud, deep howl that has the whole school shaking. I have to admit I’m impressed.

When we walk back out to the cars and Derek, he does not seem happy. “I’m gonna kill both of you.” He says pointing at Stiles and Scott. Always lovely to be ignored. “What are you trying to do attract the entire state to the school?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know it would be that loud.” Scott replies somehow both sheepishly and cocky all at once. 

“Yeah! It was loud.” Stiles starts, clearly proud. “And it was awesome!”

“Shut up.” Derek says to him. I want to say something but honestly? Derek intimidated me. 

“Don’t be such a sour wolf!” Stiles replies, clearly not bothered. 

“What’d you do with him?” Scott questions, indicating to the car.

“What?” Derek turns to look in the car and we realise that Scott’s boss is no longer there. “I didn’t do anything!” 

Suddenly, Derek jolts forward and a thick dark liquid (presumably blood) starts coming out of his mouth. He gets lifted into the air and we see the alpha. Oh my god. Stiles and Scott start flailing around in fear, but I freeze.

I feel them leave my side, running off but I can’t stop staring at Derek. I feel someone tugging on my shoulders and I’m brought back to reality. Stiles. “Y/n come on! We need to go!” He keeps pulling on my shoulders and I turn around. He grabs my hand at starts running. 

We run straight into school, shutting the door and holding it shut, leaning down and hoping the alpha can’t see us through the windows. 

What do we do now?

[s0urw00lf]

Hiiii. okay well I had an idea and I thought maby requested it? anyways, can you write a one-shot of mccall!reader that like no one take her seriously and no one really care of her but like one time a new villan come to them and just fight with them and ask them where is reader and wanna kill us and they are like but she is just a human and really stupid andddd then we come and save them and reveal our powers, like scarlet witch powers? and we have a really big fight with the villan anf OK just this. Maybe even a little stiles × reader at the end? 3/> luv your account btw

OMG i absolutley love this! and thank you <3 means a a lot! also i'm gonna make this a stiles x reader because i LOVE stiles. he's the reason i started watching teen wolf in the first place sooo i hope you enjoy this.

Buried deep in

Being the twin sister of scott mccall is not at all what people think. Ever since he got his werewolf powers or whatever its been all about "saving the world" and he never has time just to chill out with family anymore. Don't get me wrong i love the pack meetings but i hate that everybody excludes me. well, except stiles. He always makes sure to make sure i get my point across even when were sitting on limited time.

"No scott, what i mean is-" i said being cut of by a rushed scott. “No y/n you know I love you but we don’t have the time” he said. We’re all standing around scott and i’s table during a pack meeting. I sit back and glare at scott once again from the opposite side of him. I sigh unfolding my hands standing up abruptly making everyone stare at me. “Y/n nows not the ti-“ scott says aggravated with his sister. “No! No I’m so done!” yelled back at him “you never listen to me anymore. I’m not weak! I’m always trying to help but you never listen” I yelled. “You obviously Don’t need me so why bother?” I said backing out of the room. Walking to the front door grabbing my keys and helmet out of the house and onto my bike. Kinda like Scott’s just f/c and not green. I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I lifted the petal and was about to drive off but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and saw stiles. “What do you want stiles” I sighed putting the petal back down. “Well I- I saw that you were gonna drive off without your helmet on. Safety first ya know” he said holding up my helmet with a goofy grin on his face. He saw my hurt expression and his face fell. “Look y/n, nobody thinks your weak. Especially not me” he said with the most sincere expression on his face. “You do. All of you do, ever since Peter happened you guys have been on edge with me, you barley even let me talk anymore” I said aggravated. “Y/n I know there’s more to you. Something in me is telling me that your more that we know.” He said avoiding eye contact with me. I looked at him surprised “I uhh- I gotta go” I said putting my helmet on and driving off, leaving the boy standing there sad.

Yn drove to the opening of beacon preserve where all this mess started. She turned off her bike and put the petal down. She got off of her bike leaving the keys in the ignition but taking off her helmet and setting it on the handle of the bike. She stepped over the the chains to the entrance and walked in.

Ever since Peter bit scott and i everything’s been different. Even me. I didn’t turn into a werewolf or a banshee or a kanima. I turned into a witch. Yes the spell casting, mind controlling, telekinetic kind. No wands no spell books just me. I have this overwhelming anger in my heart. Or it could be hurt. But that built onto the power flowing through my veins. As I walked further into the woods I came across an open field. I sat in the middle thinking about my life over the past couple of months. How shit they’ve been. The memories bought tears to my eyes. I continued thinking about the awful things that had happened recently. I lost my best friend Erica to the alphas. I never really had time to dwell on it. My best friend since I was in diapers. Much like Scott and stiles. She was gone. I felt myself break down tears ran freely down my face, my hands shook. My body’s emotions were finally spilling over the edge and I couldn’t stop it. The sadness turned to anger that grew and grew until I couldn’t control it. My body lifted off of the ground as a orange aura surrounded my hands. The anger grew and grew until I blew up. I screamed. Loud. Finally letting free all of the power and emotions I had built up overtime. E wave of energy bursted from my body as I screamed. My body dropped back to the ground after the energy subsided. I felt amazing. Like I had all the control in the world. I smiled looking up to the sky with tears still streaming down my face. I finally had the control I needed to prove myself. Maybe stiles was right. Maybe I am so much more than the rest.

AN: this is short I know but… I’m making this a 2 part because I have a lot for the second part I just need to plan it out so it’s not so rushed. Also I didn’t see your first request idk what it was but I’ll make sure to check my inbox

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 53: Confessions and Doubts

"So. The shadow woman.", Jax starts as Sam sits back down on the table next to her friends. "It has to be a personal thing with her. Whether it's power or just trying to adjust to a modern life, it has to stop.", Sam said.

She pulled out the container Deaton gave her. "She has a physical form in the day. The moment we find her, we have to take her down.", Sam said.

Scott looked at her with wide eyes. "Where'd you get Belladonna?"

She looked at him. "Where do you think? Deaton has everything.", she says. Stiles frowned. "So, we're killing her?"

Sam shrugs. "I don't think this'll be enough to kill her. At least poison her so we can get her to stop."

Scott frowned. "We shouldn't have to kill.", he says. Sam frowned at him. "You haven't learned anything at all, have you? I don't wanna kill her anymore than you do, but she's kidnapped, tormented, and killed people herself. For YEARS."

She sighs. "Deaton believes it's the only choice. Especially if it'll stop all the missing cases."

Scott frowned and turned away. He didn't wanna have to kill. Hell, it might just be out of his element to deal with another supernatural creature like this.

Sam looked at Scott. "I know you don't approve. It's written all over you. If there's a better alternative, then we won't kill her." She frowned in thought. Was there a way she could stop the woman?

This is her element. The shadows. The night.

She felt a hand place itself on her shoulder and looked at Derek. "We're gonna do what we can.", he promised. Sam gave him a soft smile and nodded.

Jax and Jayson looked at the werewolf beside the girl, frowning at the interaction.

"Just let us know where to look when you get a sense. She has to be somewhere in Beacon Hills and most likely hasn't left anywhere.", Jax said.

"There's no way we're gonna look for every old woman or preppy girl in town.", Liam says. "It's too much."

Sam sighed, looking back at the container in her hand. "I just need to get a pull. She controls the shadows. So do I."

As the younger pack began to leave, Jayson stopped the older werewolf. "Can I talk to you for a minute?", Jayson asked Derek.

Derek frowned. The teens looked at them, readying to step up if need be. Sam frowned at Jayson. Derek turned to them and gave them a reassuring look.

They all left, but Sam. Sam stayed by the door as Jayson led Derek aside. He figured this was coming. He didn't think it'd be soon.

Sam crossed her arms as she leaned on the wall. She tried not to pry into the conversation as she looked at them. What the hell was Jayson's problem? Why Derek? Why's he always getting picked at?

Jayson turned to Derek with a frown. "What's your infatuation with my sister?"

Derek raised his eyebrows. "Nothing's going on." Jayson scoffed. "You think I'm stupid? I smell it all over you."

Derek sighed. "Look, I get what you're trying to say. I'm an older brother too. I'm just looking out for her. She… relies on me. And I appreciate it.", he said. But…

He did feel like there was more. He looked back at Sam who was trying hard not to look so worried.

It was definitely more than that. He can't even explain when it changed. When the way he felt changed.

He looked back at Jayson who's frown was deeper as he looked at his sister. He knew it was more than some crush. He knew more than anyone.

Jayson let out a sigh through his nose. He didn't exactly trust this beta by himself let alone with his sister.

"Just… keep an eye on her. She cares about you.", Jayson says, looking at Derek before glancing at his sister again. "A lot."

He knew. She'd probably kill over him. He could tell by the look in her eyes.

Derek nodded before leaving and walking over to Sam who uncrossed her arms, pushing off of the wall. "What'd he say?", Sam asked.

Derek raised an eyebrow. She wasn't listening in? He shook his head, giving her a small reassuring smile. "Just regular big brother talk.", he said.

Sam frowned in confusion. "I wouldn't know what the hell that means, but I'll take your word for it.", she says as they leave.

Sam went back to Derek's loft, sitting on the floor of his living area. The day began to fall into dusk and it was almost time for Sam to start her sensing.

"So how does this work?", Peter asked from the spiral staircase. Sam sighed. "I've been testing myself on shadow placement. The last time I did it, you were nowhere to be found.", she explained.

Derek raised an eyebrow in confusion as he sat on the couch. "When's the last time you did it?", he asked.

She turned to him. "Remember when the Oni broke into Scott's house and they stood outside the mountain ash barrier?" He nodded.

"Well, when I was sitting on the floor, I was trying to tell how many were outside and how many were coming just in case we were gonna be trapped the whole night. And after that, I used it when we were looking for the beast.", she explained. "It was like I saw without actually seeing."

"So, like echolocation?", Derek asked. Sam shrugged. "Something like that. I was able to sense other shadows from at least a 5 mile radius.", she said and frowned.

"This time, I have to try all of Beacon Hills. If I can, I'll be able to find her. There's not anyone who just has a way to get off of my radar.", she said, determined.

Peter smirked. "Except me.", he said, smugly. Speaking of…

She turned to him. "While we're on that discussion, where the hell were you while we were dealing with the dread doctors?", she asked.

Peter shrugged. "Taking a break. Trying to live." Before he could continue, Derek stepped in. "Scott threw him in the Eichen House.", he said, making Sam's eyes widen in realization. Peter frowned at his nephew.

"That's why I couldn't sense you.", she said. Derek looked at her questionably. "The whole place is practically buried in Mountain ash.", she exaggerated. "It dulled our senses until we got out of there."

Peter scoffed at the memory. "I couldn't break out by myself. There was a power issue and I took the chance to run."

Sam frowned at him. "That was us. Even after that, you didn't bother to help?"

Peter looked at her in disbelief. "I'm sorry, am I supposed to just drop everything and rescue a couple of brats that give me nothing but grief and gray hairs?"

"It didn't even have to be all of us, but Malia is still your kid. You could've helped us for her.", Sam says, making Peter sigh.

"We went through hell and she did too, having to fight her mom. Also, by the way, both of you have very questionable taste in women.", she expressed with wide eyes.

Peter scoffed. "Does that include you as well?" Sam looked at him in confusion while Derek looked at him with wide, glaring eyes.

"Nevermind, Samantha.", Peter dismissed with a sly smile, well aware of his nephew's sign to get him to shut up.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Anyways, like I said, questionable taste.", she said. Derek relaxed back on the couch. "Yeah, we know.", he dismissed as she turned back to her book on the floor.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out as she closed her eyes, the familiar crescent moon appearing on her forehead.

The older Hales watched as the girl concentrated on how far her senses would take her through the nightly wind and each twinkling star that sparkled above Beacon Hills.

Just one pull… all she needs is one pull. She could feel the stretch and strain of her powers trying to reach each and every being in town, but the sensation was beginning to give her a headache.

Derek picked up his phone as he looked at the time. It was already midnight. How long was it supposed to take?

Derek frowned as he looked at the girl in front of him then at his uncle who gave him the same concerned look. They looked back at the girl as black blood began to drip out her nose.

Was that normal?

She tried her best, trying to listen for every sound that resonated in the town. Just when she thought she was getting some progress, she heard a muffled sound and felt Derek's hands shaking her shoulders. "-am! Sam! Stop!", she heard. Her eyes popped open as she looked at him in bewilderment.

"W-What? What??", she says, concerned. Derek frowned. Peter handed him a paper towel and Derek pressed the paper to her nose, wiping what he could, before letting her pinch her nose with it.

"Was that supposed to happen?", Peter asked. "Nosebleeds?", Sam asked nasally as she looked at the bloody paper. It hasn't happened before…

"I don't think you should strain yourself if that's what's happening. Take it easy.", Derek said.

She frowned, pressing her nose again. "I was getting close, though. I think I almost made it into the shopping center."

Derek shook his head. "If that's as far as you can go, then it's as far as you can go.", he says. Sam sighed and nodded, instantly wincing as she felt her head throb.

Derek took her hand, taking away the pain and letting it dissipate for both of them. She gave him a thankful smile.

"Well, I think that's enough for one night, don't you?", Peter says, grabbing his things and leaves the two alone.

Sam frowned as she looked out the big window. "I was so close. Where the hell did this nosebleed come from? I've never had to deal with that.", she complains.

Derek sighed as he went to wash his hands. "Well, you haven't exactly overexerted yourself. At least, not that I know of?", he says, raising an eyebrow at her.

She scoffed, dismissively. "I haven't."

"Uh huh.", Derek mutters.

She sighed, her eyes suddenly drooping. She grumbled as she got up, rubbing her eyes. "Figured you'd be tired after all that. Want me to drive you home?", Derek asked, drying his hands.

She shook her head and went to lay on the couch. "I'm just gonna take a little nap.", she mumbled.

He let out a chuckle. "You might as well just sleep til morning.", he said and walked to his room to get dressed in comfier clothes.

As he got finished, he took out the same graphic shirt Sam lended to him and set it on his bed, walking back to the sleeping girl.

He gently shook her awake, softly chuckling at her whine of complaint. “C’mon. You don’t need to sleep on the couch.”, Derek said. Sam groaned and slowly sat up. As semi-comfortable the couch was, she did prefer something better.

He helped her up and led her to his bed where she saw her old shirt. She blinked.

She forgot she had lended it to him. How could she have forgotten anyhow? That’s how everything started anyways.

They’d come a long way since then.

Derek gave her some privacy as she switched shirts and waited until Sam crawled into his bed. Once her head hit the pillows, she frowned as her thoughts consumed her once more.

She was comfortable in the bed, of course. It was just… she wasn't comfortable with the thought of laying in the same bed as his previous partners. Especially the one that tried to kill her, her friends and family.

She couldn't blame him. Still wouldn't. He was tricked. He was in love.

He got his heart stomped and corrupted by someone who had a savior complex and was completely psychotic.

She was definitely pretty…when she wasn't psychotic or in her other form.

And then there was the other one. Braeden.

Sam didn't really have anything against Braeden at all. Other than the fact that she practically threatened to kill her friends before, but otherwise she had nothing against her.

She was definitely beautiful. Even her scar couldn't tarnish her beauty. Sam supposed that's what drew Derek to her. She was confident.

Sam didn't have that. Sam didn't have the quick agility Braeden has. She wasn't lean and small. 

She wasn't confident, she just went with the flow when she had to. She'd put on a brave face, but otherwise, she's not as brave as she makes herself out to be. She doesn't walk with a purpose. She isn't prissy or prim.

She isn't exactly graceful or sharp witted. She could get strong willed at times, but she believed that's all she had going for her. She stood out, but not in a way she would want.

She wrapped her arms around her sides. The ones she couldn't find as attracting as they could've been. She didn't have much to worry about when she was on the lacrosse team.

She didn't bother with the insults and hardships she had to deal with as far as Jackson's bullying. She appreciated Coach's defense when he found out about it the first time. He didn't give Sam a hard time. He appreciated her for having guts to join the team and didn't treat her any different.

But… It made her feel like she still didn't belong.

Why? Why couldn't she be more like the girls she knew…? Why couldn't she have dressed up the way they did and become confident in the way she'd look?

Curling up a bit, she swallowed, blinking away her glossy eyes.

She's had all these feelings before these stressful years and she thought she moved on. Why are they coming back so strongly…?

While she tried swallowing the negative feelings that bottled up so suddenly, Derek could smell the self-degradation from the living area.

Why did her mood suddenly shift? What was wrong? Was she uncomfortable? Should he have driven her home?

Shit…

He peeks into his room where he sees the girl curled up in the bed. He frowned and cautiously walked over to her.

As he walked closer, he could see that she wasn't even looking at him, so instead of getting any closer, he called for her attention. "Hey."

She glanced at him, blinking away unshed tears and adjusting her head to look at him. She gave him a short smile. "Hey."

He took that as his confirmation to get closer. "You okay?", he asked. She nodded and he sighed. "Of course," He got on the other side of the bed and sat. "You know I can still tell when you're lying, right? You're not good at hiding your feelings from me."

She turned over to him, frowning. "Then why'd you ask?" He shrugs. "Was kinda expecting you to tell the truth."

She sighs through her nose. He frowned. "What's really wrong? Did you wanna go home?", he asked. She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. What made him think that?

She shook her head. "No. I was just doing some dumb thinking.", she mumbled. "You wanna tell me what you're thinking about?", he asked.

She curled into herself more. He didn't press her for any more information, but he was still curious. He wanted to make her feel better.

This stupid twinge in his side was bothering him, but he wanted to make her feel better instead. Maybe it'd take the pain away.

"It's stupid. You'd laugh.", Sam said. Derek scoffed. "Since when have I laughed at your misfortune?"

"… Never.", Sam mumbled and he nodded. "Exactly."

She sighed and uncurled herself. "It's just… why do you put up with me?", she asked.

He gave her a confused look, instantly making her explain. "You take care of me, you defend me, you try to make me feel better when things seem hopeless. You make me feel better about myself when I'm around you,"

Her cheeks grew hot as her eyebrows furrowed. "You even kissed me on the head a few times. I just… I don't know what to make of it or what it means."

Derek listened silently as she continued. "Not that it makes me uncomfortable.", she clarified.

"It's the complete opposite, really. I just can't help but wonder if you're doing it to make me feel better rather it being sincere affection, I guess.", she mumbles, curling up a bit.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm doing that insincerely?"

Sam doesn't meet his eyes. "Well… because I'm not the type guys would normally give affection to.", she mutters with quick raised eyebrows.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "You're not the type?" Sam nods, despite remembering her conversation with Isaac. She was still so unsure.

It was confusing for her too.

"I'm not like Braeden or that damn Darach. I even envied Lydia at one point because she's so damn pretty.", she scoffed.

Derek frowned softly whilst the girl avoided his gaze. "How long have you been feeling like this…?"

She gave a humorless chuckle. "Since forever?", she shrugged.

"No guy wanted to like me or had a crush on me and they all treated me like trash so I did the only thing I thought was right. I fought back, but I think it just made it worse. I ended up putting myself in a bubble where guys would think I was more masculine than them and they'd test their strengths on me by pushing me around.", she confessed.

She looked at him. "Of course, Scott and Stiles were on my side, and I always defended them too. I think that made me more of a target for both girls and boys. I wasn't pretty or skinny enough or feminine and petite enough to satisfy either and get them off my back."

Derek frowned deeply. "That's where this is coming from? You think I feel bad for you?" Sam dropped her eyes. This is what she also feared.

She didn't want to make him upset because of the way she felt.

Derek sensed her sudden scent of fear and sighed. He was getting too worked up himself. He was always popular when he was in school.

He didn't have to worry about whether or not he wasn't attractive enough considering every entire female student body fawned over him.

He only came to some difficulty when he fell for Paige. Paige treated him like he was just any other student in the school. She didn't put him on a pedestal and he was appreciative.

But now as he's hearing about this from another perspective, it did make him feel bad in a way. He hadn't realized that was something she was going through.

"Sam, I don't do what I do because I feel bad for you. I do care about you, really.", he promised. She looked up at him and he held out his hand.

She looked at it before holding out her own, and grasped it as she sat up. The tangy scent of her self doubt was slowly dissipating.

"You don't have to be like Lydia or like Braeden. And plus, that Darach's form wasn't even her true form, so there's no comparison.", he says, and lifts her gaze.

"I'd never ask you to change yourself. Never.", he quietly declares. She drops her head as she swallows back her tears.

He gave her a soft smile as he rubbed his thumb along her knuckles. "What can I do to make you see that?"

She gave a chuckle as she smiled a watery smile, "You do more than I ever wished for. It was just my stupid doubts. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about.", he assures.

He pulled her in a hug, rubbing his hand on her back comfortably. "I do what I do because I don't want to rush you into anything. I don't want you to become me.", he says and Sam immediately knew what he meant.

"I'm taking my time because I want you to be sure. Absolutely sure. You still got your whole life ahead of you and could change your mind at any time. I don't wanna be in the way when that happens.", he confessed.

Sam let out a soft scoff. "I think it'll be a long time before I change my mind."

Derek smiled. "And I'll be here for you even after that.", he says and presses his lips on her forehead once more.

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my top 10 favorite steter fics

okay so steter is like, my favorite teen wolf ship, so i totally have more than 10. sorry, not sorry. i have 130 bookmarked steter fics 🥲 READ THE TAGS WHEN YOU CLICK!! if you have one that’s not on this list, feel free to leave a comment! i’ll read pretty much anything i can get my hands on

1. As Gunpowder Needs War

author: laisserais

description

AU where Stiles's life follows a very different path, but he still runs into Peter Hale. He's seventeen when he's convicted of murder and sent to an adult prison. Guess who his new roommate is.

my opinion: I’ve recced this fic so many times to so many people. prison au’s have me in a chokehold, and i especially love this one. i’ve read it so many times, and if you’re into prison au’s, i can guarantee it doesn’t get much better than this.

2. Breathing You In

author: lavenderlotion

description

“Good morning, kiddo,” his dad said, and the words hurt.

All Stiles wanted to do was step forward and let his dad hug him, allow his father to give him comfort. His father's hugs had always been all-encompassing, the way he would fold himself around Stiles and hold him as tightly as he could.

Stiles stepped around him, careful not to let foreign skin touch anything that was special to him.

Anything he loved.

my opinion: this fic means the world to me. I'm not sure if it's on any of my other rec lists, but it absolutely should be. I don't even have words to describe it. it's one of those I just HAVE to reread every time I come across it

3. Do You Like to Hurt? (Then Hurt Me) (locked)

author: taylorpotato

description

Stiles shows up at Peter's apartment, drunk and horny. Peter almost does the right thing—before it all deteriorates into a voyeuristic power game and Stiles has a mind-shattering orgasm. Things snowball from there. Takes place after Season Three (with consequent canon divergence).

my opinion: omg any post nogitsune steter is my SHIT. there's nothing better. and this one scratches that itch SO well.

4. All We Have Left

author: Arvak

description

It's the anniversary of Laura's death and Peter's no where to be seen. Stiles tells Derek, but Sourwolf doesn't quite share his concerns. Finally, he gets a call late at night. Turns out, Peter's not missing - he's passed out over a toilet in a club, doped up on an unidentified drug, completely incapacitated and vulnerable. And, possibly strangest of all, Stiles is Peter's emergency contact...

The things Peter tells him while he's drugged up and sad make his heart ache. And, eventually, change his entire life.

---

"What happened?" Stiles asked quietly, devastation wracking his body. Looking down at Peter right now was like looking into a dirty hole in the ground and seeing this little puppy in there, messy and matted and malnourished and trapped, looking up at you with shame and exhaustion and pleading for you to save him.

A tear slipped down Peter's face and Stiles felt like he just got punched in the stomach. "Help me." That's all he said. Two simple words, and Stiles' entire world crumbled down around him, leaving only one thing left: this stubborn werewolf sitting in a disgusting bathroom in one of the sketchiest clubs in town, asking for his help.

my opinion: Peter in this fic is just everything to me. I love when Stiles is the one that has to take care of Peter just because I like a little human Peter now and then

5. Baby Whisperer

author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

description

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

my opinion: OH MY GOD??? obviously we know that anything by twothumbsandnostakeincanon is gonna be good, but i come back to this fic so often. domestic steter with a kid? sign me tf up.

6. Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart

author: cywscross

description

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

--

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

my opinion: ALPHA STILES ALPHA STILES ALPHA STILES!!!! Alpha Stiles is my FAVORITE trope. by far. can't get enough of it. And this fic does it fantastically. I love morally grey stiles.

7. Written in Red

author: gryvon

description

Peter had given up hope of ever finding his soulmate until the red string on his finger leads him to a four-year-old. He's going to Hell. Or jail. Or both.

my opinion: I just love Peter's relationship with the adults in this fic. it makes me so happy when everyone lives and isn't an asshole. there's so many great things about it - I've read it 29 times according to ao3.

8. Dastardly by Design

author: gryvon

description

Peter thinks Stiles is in love with Derek. Peter is wrong.

my opinion: this fic has 3000 kudos and it needs a million more. everyone say thank you gryvon for the spectacular porn (and feelings ofc)

9. The Pack Makes the Alpha

author: iCheat

description

The Alpha pack are gone but they've left behind an abundance of Alpha's and no solid pack in Beacon Hills. Peter is the first Beta to align himself. Of course he chose the fifth option.

my opinion: again, Alpha Stiles!!! there's nothing better. I've always been a sucker for Stiles taking care of his Pack. if there was 100k more of this I'd read it

10. (baby) maybe that matters more

author: lavenderlotion

description

“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”

my opinion: THIS ONE ISNT COMPLETED! BEWARE! I don't often read uncompleted fanfiction but lord this one just sucks you in. "taking care of stiles after Gerard beats him" is the BEST teenwolf trope. I've come back to it so many times because it's just that good.

and that's all for today folks! I hope you enjoy these as much as I did! I'll be doing more fic recs in the future so follow for more <3

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Taken

Summary: Jordan Parrish/coyote!Reader, Reader is kidnapped and Parrish saves her

“Y/N?” Jordan rocks on his feet sliding around the doorway hand hovering on his gun, as he walks farther into your house nerves growing and the center of his chest burning.

“Parrish here.” He picks up the phone before the first ring is finished, he’s sitting at your kitchen table fingers nervously drumming on the counter.

“Parrish, hey uh, there’s something bad going on, that pack that showed up… they uh, they want power.”

“So what should I be on my guard?”

“You know Y/N is like us right?” The burning in his chest seems to increase as a chill travels up his spine.

“What happened? Parrish?”

“Her house is empty.”

“Scott said he was going to come over and- Hey yeah what….shit.” Stiles grimaces and Parrish can hear Scott’s frantic voice.

“We have to find her. I’ll be over now.” He growls out and Stiles hangs up hopefully explaining what Parrish had discovered

“Yeah Y/N’s a coyote but what does that have to do with werewolves, they’re different creatures right?”

“It’s the were part that connects them.”

“Like in a family way or?”

“No, in a I can drain your powers and take over way.”

“But Y/N doesn’t have powers? I mean besides the whole transforming into a coyote thing right?”

“How much did she tell you?” Derek frowns a little and Jordan bites his lip.

“Not much, she said she didn’t want to put me at risk, but it’s not like Malia right? I’ve met her mom, she’s not some power hungry bitch, no offense.”

“None taken.” Malia laughs.

”We found her!” Scott stumbles in and Jordan is already out the door.

“HEY! You can’t just fucking run in there blazing and get them to hand over Y/N.”

“Watch me.”

“Parrish, they might hurt her worse, they might want your power too.”

“Don’t care. I need Y/N safe.”

“I’m glad you love her so much but it’s a little hard to love someone when you’re dead.”

“Better me than her.” Parrish growls and Derek just groans.

“Jackson… just, thank you.” Derek grins a little when Jackson’s hand lands on Jordans shoulder, before he can do anything he realizes his hands are frozen in place.

“Kanima venom, will paralyze almost anything, you just stay here and look cute while we save her.”

“I’ll fucking kill you if anything happens to her.”

Jordan grimaces the entire time he’s frozen, almost lying next to you in the back of the car still paralyzed, forced to look at what the pack that kidnapped you has done, you have gashes on your arms; claw marks if Jordan’s thinking is right. As well as the bruises, but from the lack of stabilizing you haven’t broken any bones.

“Can’t you do some magic healing shit???” Jordan barks from the chair where he’s slowly gaining control of his body back.

“Coyote not werewolf it won’t work the same.”

“Well fucking do something you said she could heal!”

“Parrish calm down…” Scott warns and he finally looks around to see flames creeping up the edges of the table you’re laying on.

“Yeah don’t wanna burn her up and hurt her anymore than..”

“I wouldn’t hurt her.” He snarls and can feel the flames racing towards her, he knows they’re different; he’s not sure why but he lets them race up her arms, heating the cuts so they seem to burn away, the same for the bruises and the rope burns.

“Is this normal?” Scott mumbles and Deaton just looks away.

“What, Deaton, what just happened?”

“Hellhounds can form bonds, uhh the closest thing to a true alpha can have with packmates; but with one other..”

“So a soulmate?”

“Basically.” Deaton looks a little wary as you sit up.

“What happ-Jordan!” You almost crush him when you pull him into a hug.

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Worthless

Word Count: 2,026

Characters: Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey (mentioned), Scott McCall (mentioned), Stiles Stilinski (mentioned), Talia Hale (mentioned), Laura Hale (mentioned), Hale!Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x SIster!Reader; Cora Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: small fluff, angst, death, TW: disease and heart problems

A/N: okay so yes this is very different from many things i’ve wrote but here we are i just had inspo and went for it

A/N 2: I have no shame in finishing Superman and Lois in like three days and I can’t wait till the next episode i love it so much

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You remembered the events of that day like it was yesterday. You felt off, you felt sick and Talia insisted you stay home. She was always worried about you, mainly because you were the only human one. Both of your sisters and your brother inherited the werewolf trait, but somehow you didn't.

Talia spent a great amount of time focused on you. She kept you by her side for most of the time and grew paranoid quickly. You remember smelling something on fire, and you remember everything around you burning. You were trapped, screaming and crying out for anyone, you could hear the cries of your family.

Laura dragged you out, holding you tightly before holding Derek. The two of them had just come back from school for the day. You had burn marks on your legs and your body.

They never disappeared or faded, instead, they remained a scar. You remember all the times Laura had to rush back to Beacon Hills or rush anywhere in the world. Being the alpha always came with a price. Derek was left to raise you, not that he ever minded. Talia always raised all of you to believe that family was the most important thing in the world, and no bond could ever replace that of a family.

You found yourself standing outside the Hale house, a place where you only saw last when you were barely eight. You were now 14, starting high school. Laura’s body was buried, while you stood in front of it, looking down. There were tears in your eyes as you tried to keep yourself together.

You always tried to hide any of your feelings, you didn't want your siblings or anyone to think you were weak because you were human, but that only made things worse. You taught yourself how to lie to a werewolf and how to hide your emotions.

“What are you doing out here?” you felt Derek’s hand on your shoulder as you jumped, wiping your face.

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he said.

You shook your head, before wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Have you found any lead on this?” you asked.

“Nothing in specific. But you don't need to worry about this,” Derek always tried to give you a normal life.

“I want to help,” you said.

“And I said no. Go to school.” you sighed, before nodding your head.

You sat in the car, putting your headphones on before he started driving.

---

“You can’t just go turning my friends into werewolves!” you tried to hold back your tears as you yelled at Derek.

“I know you’re upset, but-”

“I’m more than upset, Derek! Y-You always try to keep me out of all this supernatural crap, then you turn the only people that have even talked to me into werewolves!” you yelled.

“(Y/N), I told Isaac the truth about everything, and in the end, he made his decision. He was in a bad situation at home, and he wanted a change. I just helped him,” Derek kept his voice calm as you ran your fingers through your hair, frustrated.

Your heart was beating quickly, before you paused, feeling some sense of pain take over you. You felt like your heart was being ripped repeatedly from your chest as you found it hard to breathe.

“(Y/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you worriedly as you tried to breathe.

“I-It hurts,” you cried shakily.

“Hold on,” he put his arms around you tightly, running to the hospital.

---

“It’s called Coronary artery disease. Our dad had it,” you looked down at the sheets of your bed, while Derek paced around your room.

“How do we heal it?” he asked.

“There’s no cure,” your eyes watered slightly before you wiped the tears away.

“Well what about medication?” he asked.

“Derek…” your voice was shaky as you looked up to him.

“Even with treatment, most people don't survive past the age of twenty. Dad was the exception,”  you said.

“How come there weren't any symptoms? Things like this don't just happen,” he said.

“Sometimes there are no symptoms, and even if there were… with everything going on I would’ve been too stressed to notice,” you said.

He sighed deeply, before walking next to you, holding your hand.

“We’re going to get through this,” he said softly.

“I don't understand why you can't just give me the bite,” you sniffled.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“All of this would go away if I was a werewolf,” you pointed out.

“I don't understand what's… (Y/N) if you’re already weak, the bite can kill you,” Derek started.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from him.

“I’m not weak,” you spat.

“I didn't mean like that,” he said.

“Just go. Don’t you have to train Isaac or something? There's a full moon tonight,” you said.

“Yeah… get some rest,” he gave you a small hug, while you kept your gaze off of him. You knew he was giving you a pitiful look before he walked out of your room.

---

Your condition only got worse over the past few months. Your body was in pain anytime you tried to do anything. You always tried your hardest to keep it from Derek, but he could smell it, and so could Scott. 

“(Y/N)!” Derek put his hands on either sides of your shoulders while you jumped, looking at him fearfully.

“Derek, it’s like 6 in the morning. What do you want?!” you whisper-yelled.

“(Y/N/N) just come downstairs with me. I have a surprise for you,” he said.

You sighed, before nodding, getting out of your bed.

You followed him downstairs as he held your hand. You froze, taking the last step from the stairs as you saw a woman pacing around in front of you.

“Cora,” your voice broke as her head shot up.

“Oh my god,” she ran to you, wrapping her arms around you tightly as you let out a shaky breath, before burying your head into her arms.

“I missed you so much,” she said softly.

“I-I missed you too. Where have you been? How are you here?” you began to bombard her with questions as she laughed softly, walking with you to the couch.

“Okay, here’s everything…”

---

You would never admit to anyone that you were scared to die. Everyone in your life was a werewolf, except for your dad. But you barely remembered him. You were only a baby when he passed. 

Supernatural heaven and hell were much different from human heaven and hell, and you didn't know what to expect. You would want your family with you more than anything but you knew that wasn't going to be possible. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you exhaled shakily, while Derek continuously yelled at you.

You sat on the couch of the loft, your arms wrapped around yourself. You were freezing, your chest was aching, it felt like burning.

You kept your eyes on the floor, your tears at bay as Derek paced around.

“I cannot stress how unbelievably stupid you were,” you held in a wince, closing your eyes.

“I just wanted to help,” your voice was low, barely half of what it was.

You, Scott, and Stiles searched for the Nemeton, unable to find it. Deaton pointed out that one of the only ways it would be able to be found was for the three of you to sacrifice yourselves in place of Chris Argent, Melissa McCall, and Noah Stilinski.

It only made your condition worse. The pain intensified. 

“You could have died, (Y/N),” he shouted.

“So what if I died?!” you yelled back, taking him by surprise.

“At least I would have done something when I died! I-Instead of being useless and weak I would have had a purpose!” you let your tears fall freely as you took a deep breath, rubbing your fingers through your hair frustratedly.

“You don't understand how it feels like to be the only human in a family of werewolves. You all have these powers and you all save people and help people. Everyone treats me and looks at me like I’m made of glass, like I can't do anything and I hate it. Our family died and I was trapped. I couldn't save any of them and Laura ended up dragging my ass out of the fire. She went around the country saving people and helping people. Y-You’re an alpha, Derek. You saved people, you saved Isaac. Everyone here relies on you to save them. Cora is… she always fights and she’s strong and she doesn't have all these stupid problems that makes it hard for her to even breathe,” you stopped yourself, sitting back on the couch before you wrapped your arms around your legs, putting your head on your legs as you curled up into a ball, shaking slightly.

You cried softly, while you felt Derek sit next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“The reason I’m crazy protective over you is because you mean the world to me and Cora and we don't know what we’d do without you. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this?” he asked softly.

You shrugged, before resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m tired,” your voice broke as he caressed your arm.

He kept holding you, while you laid in his lap. You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you fell asleep.

---

You began to fight, and you began to care what was happening to you. You started taking your medications, and you tried to keep as safe as you could. But it always felt like you were running the last stretch of your life, and things got much worse after they started getting better.

You were now 19, Derek decided that he wanted a break from going on missions and being a wolf. You left Beacon Hills with him, the two of you going around the country and seeing wonderful things. Occasionally he would let you help with small missions. 

Everything seemed to be peaceful, everything was calm. You had an amazing time with Derek, you watched him get married to Braeden. You were more than happy to have her in your life.

“Cora sends her love,” Derek handed you an envelope from your older sister, while you frowned, opening it.

She sent you a picture of her with her new girlfriend. The two of them were in South America, and you saw a small caption.

I said yes

You let out a small laugh, smiling in joy at the card.

“When’s the wedding? Did she send a postcard instead of an actual letter?” you laughed.

“Yeah, you know how she is. The wedding is in January,” your smile fell slightly, while you nodded your head.

“Hey, you’re going to make it to that wedding,” he said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, Braeden said that you guys have a date night,” you pulled on his arm as he sighed.

“If you need anything, call me, okay?” Derek said.

You nodded softly, a small smile on your face before you sat on your bed, turning on the TV.

---

“Why aren't you fighting anymore?” you heard Derek’s voice break as he held your hand tightly.

Cora stood on the other side of you, stroking your cheek.

“I’ve been fighting for years. It’s okay, Derek,” you said softly.

“No, it's not,” you heard Cora say.

“I’ve done everything I wanted to do,” you said.

And it was true. You watched both of your siblings get married, you watched them both start families. You saved people, and you knew you weren't alone. Not now and definitely not when you die. Everything would be okay.

“I don't want to lose you,” Derek said softly.

You stroked his cheek softly, feeling a tear slip down your face.

“If I’m ready to move on then you should be too,” you said.

“I love you guys,” you cried softly.

The two of them held your hands tightly, while you closed your eyes.

You let out a small exhale, letting go.

“We love you too, (Y/N),” Derek said softly.

Your body went limp, the tears falling down both of their faces as they looked down at your lifeless body.

“We love you.”

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Imagine being in a hate love relationship with Peter Hale

Warning : attempt of rape

You were on Peter duty..Again. Since Peter Hale was the man that everybody feared, it had been decided that you would be the one keeping an eye on the overly fool-of-himself werewolf with the power of your mighty patience. Scott and Stiles stop in front of Derek's loft and he jogs out to meet you.

" Thanks Y/N. I owe you one !"

He says with a grateful smile and you smile back.

" Big time. But come on, you three go hunt whatever creature you have to hunt and I'll stay to take care of Mr Smarty-pants up there !"

You say enthusiastically and they all smile apologetically at you, knowing how the two of you were not exactly on friendly terms.

" Be careful, okay ? And tell him that if he touches you, I'll kick his ass !"

Stiles says confidently, which makes you laugh.

" Don't worry, Stiles. If there is any problem, I'll call you guys immediately and plus, I have a way to take care of moody children.."

You tell him with a mysterious smile and Stiles nods understandingly.

" I know..Just, stay safe."

And with that last warning, they are all out of here. As soon as they are out of your sight, your smile leaves your face and you sigh loudly before turning towards the building and whisper to yourself.

" Welp..Here we go.."

As soon as you enter, you smell something burning and see the stove on fire. You run towards it and take a glass from the cupboard to fill it with water in order to stop the fire. When you're done, you are panting because of the effort and look murderously at Peter that is sitting calmly on the couch, as if nothing had happened.

You glare at him while he doesn't even raise his eyes from his book.

" Let me guess..You couldn't smell the smoke ?"

You ask annoyed and only then does he look up at you with a small mischievous smile.

" Aren't you supposed to be the one keeping me out of harm's way ? You are here to keep me from doing anything stupid, not the other way around..I create chaos and you're here to stop me. Do your job and stop whining."

You grit your teeths in anger before sitting on the couch, as far away from Peter as possible. You can't believe the nerve of this man that was ready to burn the entire flat only to prove a point !

" I don't know why you're so eager to unnerve me. Does it entertain you ? Would it kill you to be nice and helpful from time to time ?"

You ask while taking a nearby book and starting reading yourself, not really interested in his answer that you knew would not be anything but upsetting.

" I'm the spark that lits your fire, sweetheart..Try to let go sometimes, you would actually enjoy it. Why don't you try to be less of a killjoy ?"

You raise an eyebrow at that before returning to your book and replying nonchalantly.

" Have you ever considered, even for only a moment, that I simply don't like you ?"

He fakes being offended by putting his hand above his heart and widening his eyes dramatically at you.

" Oh darling ! Me who thought that you were about to ask my hand in marriage ?! How disappointing ?!"

You snort.

" Hard pass."

He sighs in false disappointment before taking his coat and walking towards the exit.

" And where do you think you're going ?"

You ask with an eyebrow arked in curiosity.

" Out."

He answers simply before opening the door. You sigh before taking your coat and running after him.

" Didn't Derek warn you that I am allowed to use silver bullets if you disobey me ?"

He scoffs before shrugging, not bothering waiting for you.

" I'm going to get a beer, not kill a bunch of innocent virgins.."

He winks at you cheekily before stepping inside the bar that was the nearest to the apartment. You role your eyes at his comment before entering the bar after him.

You look around and are amazed to see that the place wasn't as bad as you had previously thought. It had good background music and not a lot of customers, besides a couple of drunk friends who were talking in whispers at their table. However, Peter isn't visible and you sigh again before walking towards the counter to ask the bartender if he had any idea of where your irresponsible dog had run off to. You sit down and attract the attention of the bartender by raising your hand. He walks towards you and leans in to listen to your order.

" A soda, please."

He arks an eyebrow at you, nearly amused, before turning around and getting out what you asked.

" Are you sure you don't want anything else ? Anything stronger ?"

He says while eyeing your bottle of soda warily, as if it was an insult to his establishment for you to order such a drink. You smile, tempted beyond reason, but then remember that you had a werewolf to find.

" Sorry. Can't. I'm on the job. By the way, have you seen a man ? Sarcastic. Arrogant. Energic. Tall. Very annoying. Awfully blond. Seen him anywhere ?"

He looks suspiciously at you before asking in a slightly worried and even threatening voice.

" You're a cop ?"

You can't help but laugh bitterly at the question before replying.

" You could say that. But I am only responsible of one criminal, and the only crime he committed is to not have messed up my night, yet.."

He smirks when he understands the irony in your tone and was about to answer when someone puts his hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see a very smug Peter with a huge grin.

" Oh ! Look at that ! The overly confident puppy is finally back ! What ? Got lost on the way ?"

You ask sarcastically and he only humphs in response before sitting next to you, the grin not leaving his face.

" Why ? Missed me ?"

You scoff before taking a sip of your drink.

" As much as a needle in my heel..But, if Derek was to find out that I've let you out of your cage, he would have my head.."

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and makes you spill your drink a little over yourself.

" Aww..You do care ! My cold heart warms at the thought of the packs brat worrying about me !"

You groan in annoyance before biting his hand off. He hisses in pain before retrieving his hand and massaging it while glaring at you from the corner of his eyes. Just at that moment, the bartender comes back to get Peter's order and eyes Peter suspiciously before looking back at you with an inquisitive glance, asking discreetly if you needed an escape. You could have laughed if it wasn't so sad. Peter was such a nuisance that people were now wondering if he was the one bothering you, when in fact it was the opposite. However Peter, that had not missed the silent conversation, growls when the bartender gives him a warning side glance. But, not intimidated the nearest, Peter smirks a toothy grin at the bartender before showing his bitten hand.

" Careful. The brat bites. I've seen what it is capable of, first hand..literally. Don't worry, if you should be worried about anyone around here, it's everyone else besides her."

He cautioned and the bartenders eyes widen at the mark that would certainly have left a scar if he was a normal human being while you snicker in your corner. The bartender quickly runs towards his other customers at the far end of the bar, leaving you two in your sudden awkward solitude.

" Well..Isn't he a gentleman ? Thinking you need saving from me. Not even considering that I could be the abused one in this relationship ? How rude !"

You try to stifle a laugh. Unfortunately, he hears you and smirks proudly at his small victory.

" I'm not the psychopath that tried to murder a bunch of teenagers just because I wanted to become the big bad alpha.."

You taunt while giving him an amused side glance. He groans in annoyance as you make him remember his past and he gulps down his whiskey, an attempt to make him forget faster.

" Aren't you a delight ?! Playing unfair by spreading out the touchy subjects like that..No wonder Stiles rejected you. You would have chomped his lips off !"

You glare at him as he talks about Stiles before replying harshly.

" Says the man whose only date was Scott's mom, and that was to trap him ! You're so terrible that nobody could stand being with you more than 5 minutes without hating you ! I would tell you to go to hell, but it would be unfair on Satan !"

He chuckles at that last part and you take your drink in order to take a sip and calm your nerves, but grimace at the awful taste. You had asked for a soda, but it tasted more like salt with water..He cackles at your expression before whispering mockingly in your ear with false concern.

" Oh ! What ? Ain't sweet enough for you, sweetheart ?"

You only raise a very distinctive finger at him, warning him that one more word from him would result in extreme pain and look around the room to distract yourself from his presence..and from the fact that you were his entitled babysitter. Your eyes wander and finally settle on the nice bartender that winks at you when you meet his gaze. You blush slightly before smiling back at him. He wasn't bad-looking and everything would be better than bantering with the overly sarcastic and confident werewolf that couldn't seem to leave you be. You were about to stand up and walk towards the cute bartender when suddenly, a hand raises to lay on your shoulder and pin you down to your seat. You were about to complain and even yell at Peter when you hear him growl from deep withing him while he shoots a dirty glare at the poor young man. You frown in incomprehension and grit your teeths in annoyance, thinking it was one of his attention seeking gesture. You then take his hand and force him to let go of you to walk towards the exit. Here you go again, you couldn't even enjoy your night without having to take care of the sulky werewolf. You soon hear his footsteps behind you and when he is about to grab your arm, you turn around abruptly and glare at him with such seriousness that it freezes him on the spot.

" How about you and your insanity stay the heck away from me ?! I'm so tired of your bullshit, Peter ! Why can't you just leave me alone ?!"

At your harsh words, Peter's gaze hardens and he retracts his hand to only smirk at you and tilt his head a little bit to the side, as if he didn't understand the question.

" Oh darling..I would love to ! But, you see, it seems that me and my insanity are often required to solve your friend's little problems !"

Suddenly, unnerved beyond belief and having had more than enough of him, you feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes and yell at him, so loud that it surprises the werewolf himself.

" Leave me alone ! Why am I the only one who always has to handle you?! Why do you always ask Derek for me to keep you, even though you don't even like me ?! If I'm such a bother, why not just get rid of me ?!"

He doesn't seem to be able to find an answer and you don't even let him reply. You start running until you reach a small and dark alley. When you're sure you are far enough for the werewolf not to hear you cry, you crouch down and start sobbing. When you've spilt all of your frustration and sadness out, you wipe your face with your sleeve and stand up to get back home. However, when you are about to leave the alley-way, you see someone else blocking the exit. You first think that it's Peter, but the more you approach the individual, the more you have to admit that it doesn't look like Peter. You try to walk past him, but he brusquely grabs your arm and throws you to the ground. You want to get your phone out of your purse, but the man stomps on your hand and you scream in pain. The man takes you by the jaw and forces you to look up at him. His disgusting breath hitting your face, smelling of alcool and his evil smirk making you want to puke even more.

" Aren't ya a sweat ass ? Tell me, what does a young lady like yourself doing here by herself in the middle of the night, hmm ?"

You want to scream for help again, but another individual behind you puts his hand against your mouth to muffle your screams and you feel the familiar shape of a knife against your throat. When you know that there is nothing else you can do, you close your eyes and try to stop the new tears from leaving your eyes..You didn't want to cry for those men, they didn't deserve your tears..

" Now..You're going to be a good girl and let us take care of you, okay ?"

The one posted behind you whispers in your ear and you clench your jaw, your last thought going to Peter. You had been awful to him, even though you knew he wasn't a bad person..You had let out your frustration on him and you were now regretting it bitterly. You should have sticked to your job and stay with him. If you had, maybe you wouldn't be in your current situation. Reality hits you hard when you feel one of the men starting to open your blouse. When you thought that that was it, that you were going to be raped in that dirty alley-way and probably killed, you hear the hurried footsteps of someone running towards your location. You want to scream again, but the knife is raised once again against your throat.

" One peep and nobody will even find your body.."

You whimper and nod in understanding. The footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

" Sweetheart ? Are you there ?"

You hear the familiar voice of Peter and feel relieved to know that he is near. However, the man whispers instructions in your ear and you can't help but nod in agreement, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat if you were to disobey.

" You're going to tell him to go away, that you don't want him to come any closer..I know what he is and the knife is made of silver and has been dipped in wolfsbane for a while..Don't play smart or you'll lose more than your life.."

He uncovers your mouth and you respond in a shaky voice.

" G..Go away, Peter..I don't want you near me ! I hate you !"

You bit to your inner cheek, wondering if he would insist or know that something is wrong. You know that even if he was to guess that something is wrong, you couldn't afford to lose him as well..However, you hear him take a step towards you and sniff the air. He suddenly growls animalistically and his eyes light up in the dark.

" I can smell the stench of two putrid little humans that shouldn't be touching what isn't theirs.."

You start panicking, knowing that he could die if he was to step any closer and yell in a last attempt to protect him.

" Don't, Peter ! They've got wolfsbane ! Run !"

One of the men muzzles you again, but Peter doesn't step back. He gets his claws out and snarls.

" Alright boys. Let's rumble."

The two men stand up and face Peter that doesn't seem scared. He doesn't keep his eyes off them while they circle him. The man with the knife tries to attack him first, but Peter grabs his arm and tears it off from the rest of his body. The man screams in agony, but Peter slashes his throat before turning towards the other man that is shaking with terror.

" What ?! You are brave enough to attack a defenseless woman, but not enough to fight a werewolf ?!"

He roars and the man suddenly gets out a gun that he points at Peter. Before he could react, the man shoots and the bullet goes through his abdomen. Peter falls on his knees and the man runs away, leaving you and him behind. You force yourself to get up and crouch down in front him to see that the wound is not closing itself.

" Wolfsbane bullet.."

He affirms what you already suspected and you have to take deep breathes in order not to panic. You know what to do, you had seen Derek do it a thousand time already. You need to cauterize the wound. You close your eyes and try to calm yourself before trying to carry him back home. When you finally enter the building after a few grunts and moans of pain from the both of you, you lay Peter down on the couch and look around for something hot enough to burn the poison. Suddenly, your eyes fall on a blowtorch and when Peter understands what you were thinking about, he looks pitifully up at you.

" I have a very bad tolerance to pain."

He warns you, a warning that sounds more like a desperate plea for you to reconsider your plan..But you know that you don't have much time and address him a silent apology with your eyes before taking the handle of your purse and make him bite down on it.

" This is gonna hurt. Bad. But, I'm going to try to be as fast as I can, okay ?"

His nostrils flare in fear for the pain to come, but he nods in agreement and you take a big shaky breath before using the blowtorch. As soon as the fire gets in contact with his skin, Peter visibly whitens, his eyes flash blue and you can see his claws digging in the soft material of the couch. You don't know what to do to attenuate the pain, so you do the first thing that comes to mind to distract him..You kiss him. His eyes widen perceptibly at your action, but he doesn't hesitate before burying his hands in your hair and reciprocating the kiss, even though the handle of your purse forms some kind of barrier between you and him. When you take a step back, he seems more relax and you glance down at his wound before switching off the blowtorch. You are relieved when you see the wound closing and smile widely at him. But, before you could truly process what was happening, Peter had gotten rid of your purse and had bounced on top of you to pin you to the floor and kiss you passionately again.

" Stiles doesn't deserve you..Nobody does..Nobody needs you like I do..Nobody can handle me the way you do..I don't want them to take you away from me..Stay with me..If you leave, I'll lose my fucking mind.."

He mutters between each breath he takes while kissing you and you blush vividly at his words. He looks up at you with his bright blue eyes and you can't help but smile up at him before kissing him back yourself and petting the top of his head appreciatively.

" You damn nut job, if you wanted me that bad, why didn't you tell me ? Instead of making me lose my mind.."

He grins before nuzzling your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist.

" Because I like when you get mad.."

You chuckle before returning his embrace.

" Bad pup.."

" Stiles lover"

You ark an eyebrow at the odd insult before replying teasing.

" Does that mean I won't be able to go back to his place and sleep on his couch ? Do I have to remind you that I live with him ?"

He tightens his hold on you and grumbles tiredly against your ribcage.

" Over my dead body. The only thing you will be allowed to sleep on from now on is me, got it ?"

You seem dumbfounded for a second and Peter picks on your uneasiness before laughing and looking up at you with a sly smile.

" Not what I meant, you pervert."

You blush a deep red and hit him on the back of the head playfully.

" Hey ! You're the one always insinuating things !"

He genuinely smiles at you before lowering his chin on your belly and tilting his head to look at you with fake innocence.

" I'm not the one who kissed me.."

You sigh, it was becoming a competition, like many things with him. You sit back up and make him fall at the same time.

" Yeah ?! Well, you were badly injured..and you reciprocated !"

You don't know why you wanted to defend yourself, you just know that you can't allow yourself to succomb for the man that had nearly killed all of your friends. Plus, you had just been attacked and were too weak to make any decisions. He seems to notice your worry and takes a step back immediately to get up and extend his hand towards you.

" I'm sorry. You helped me and I was being an idiot. You need to get some rest. Come on."

You look at his hand for a few seconds before slipping your hand in his. He yanks you upwards and proceeds to carry you back to your room where he lays you down on your bed. He leaves the room promptly afterwards, mumbling a small goodnight before walking out. When you're sure he is truly gone, you curl up into a ball and try to muffle your sobs. You couldn't sleep, every time you would close your eyes, their hands were there, touching you and making you feel as if you were weak..So weak..You whimper and cry as silently as you can until someone opens the door suddenly and blinding light surrounds the room. You turn around to see Peter standing there, his eyes glowing with such an intense color that it shocks you, you then notice the slight rise of his shoulders at each of his heavy breathing and finally, his lips curled and teeths grinding in rage.

" I should have killed them both..I should have never left you.."

You open your eyes wide at the realization, he had probably heard you and was reacting to your emotions. He approaches slowly and tenderly strokes your cheek, placing his forehead against yours.

" I'm so sorry, darling.."

You feel as if he's been crying too and step back. He seems to be hurt by your sudden distance, but you quickly indicate the spot next to you.

" Come on, I need a bed warmer."

His eyes light up like a happy puppy and he crawls next to you in order to cuddle you, making sure that you are comfortable every step of the way. You sigh in contempt before feeling sleep slowly taking over your tired body. Just before you fall asleep however, you mumble sleepily at Peter.

" You were right..I won't be able to sleep when you're not there anymore..You're too good of a bed warmer.."

You feel him chuckle behind you and smile as you realize that being best bud with Peter wouldn't be so bad..and maybe with time, a bit more.

The next day :

Derek finds the both of you on the sofa: you reading a book out loud, and Peter with his arms wrapped around you, listening attentively.

" So, I guess the babysitting went better than our stake out last night ?"

He asks, amused by your sudden friendliness towards each other. You look up at him with a small smile while Peter chuckles against your ear, the sound alone making you feel things you shouldn't be.

" Best of friends, aren't we, sweetheart ?"

Instead of answering his question, you try to change the subject.

" What happened to the stake out then ? I thought you were supposed to catch a couple of bounty hunters ?"

Derek shakes his head before shrugging his shoulders.

" I know, but when we got there, there was only one of them, and he was screaming that his friend had been murdered by another werewolf in town..I wonder if there are any others like us that we've not yet been in contact with ?"

At his explanation, you feel a lump forming in your throat, but when you were about to tell him what happened last night, Peter beats you to it.

" Funny, your description of the scene exactly matches what happened to me last night.."

Derek frowns before looking up at Peter with his jaw clenched.

" I thought I was pretty clear when I said stay put ?"

He glares at Peter, but then his eyes shift to you.

" And you, where were y..?"

But before he could finish his sentence, Peter cuts him again.

" Asleep. I waited for her to fall asleep before going out. Poor humans, can't manage a night without craving sleep.."

You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to deny everything he just said when you see him wink at you..He wasn't trying to make you look bad at your job, he was trying to save you the embarrassment. You close your mouth as fast as you had opened it and turn around towards Derek that was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he sighs.

" Maybe it was a bad idea to leave you alone with him, you're still young and he's had plenty of experience when it comes to get what he wants..I'll ask Scott or Stiles next time."

You feel the lump in your throat slowly making its way to your stomach and your expression twists into one of pain and regret.

" No !"

To the surprise of everyone in the room, including yourself, you're the one who just shouted your disagreement. Derek frowns again before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for an explanation while Peter only tightens his grip around you, a silent warning as to what you are about to say. You take a big breath before glancing up at Derek and saying in a calm and unfaltering voice.

" This is my job. I'm part of the pack. It's bad enough that I'm completely useless when it comes to working on the field, I can't let my only participation in all this go to someone else. I made a mistake, it won't happen again."

Derek seems to believe you, even though he shakes his head in hesitation.

" I don't know, Y/N..I was allowing this to continue since it seemed to work..But, Peter succeeded in complicating things, again."

He emphasizes on the last word while staring at Peter accusatively. Peter flashes an innocent grin at him before agreeing with you.

" I promise to behave from now on. Please, dad ? Can I please keep my plaything ? It gets lonely around here when you're all running around, chasing your own tails over and over.."

You elbow him as a warning, but Derek is already shooting daggers in his direction, on the verge of growling in annoyance. Fortunately, Derek succeeds in keeping his cool and only sighs in defeat before walking away.

" Fine. But, I warn you, one more mistake and I'll personally kick you out.."

" Can't do that, chief. It's my house !"

Peter answers with a big shit-eating grin, but Derek frowns at him before looking straight at you.

" I was talking to you, Y/N..I can't allow you to become a weakness, we've got already too many and Peter is the master of manipulation, dont fall for his tricks. It's a warning, let it be not a premonition."

And with those last words, he is gone. You both stay still for a moment until you decide to stand up and make yourself a cup of coffee. The words of Derek are swirling around in your mind and you glance at Peter when you think he's not looking..Were you really just another pawn in his mastermind plan to bring down the pack ? He seems to feel your stare and points it out.

" If I didn't know you the way I do, I'd say that you actually believe this idiot.."

" Why did you protect me ?"

You ask him abruptly, still not sure about what to make of last night's rescue. He seems to thinks about it for a while before answering you with such honesty that it surprises you.

" Because there was no reason for me to talk about it..Unlike what you all think of me, I'm not such a monster. I feel no satisfaction in a young girl's life being ruined by such macabre events. I care about you more than any of the other dumb teenagers of your group, even my own cousin. You're nice, kind, smart and you don't judge. You never told me that what I did was despicable or that I didn't deserve to live. You did what you had to do and tried the best you could to help. I agree that we have had our disagreements, but it was always playful and never really serious. Why would I ever want anything bad like this to happen to you when you're the only person who ever believed that I could become an ally ? Tell me, how many people do you think ever read to me or felt safe in my arms ? Not even my own family ever believed I could change..So, yes. I protected you, because you would have done the same thing for me. Your strength remains in your humanity, Y/N. Stiles may be the voice of reason, but you're the voice of mercy.."

You are awestruck by the words that seem to be tumbling out of his lips and surround you like the warmest of blankets. You would be happy to listen to him all day. You genuinely smile at him and, before you could stop yourself, you kiss him. He relaxes under your touch and wraps his arms around you to close the gap between the both of you. He finally breaks the kiss and laughs softly before adding.

" You also have very nice lips.."

You playfully punch his torso before laying down on top of him, finding the rhythm of his heartbeat oddly soothing.

" You're a jerk..But you're still a good person.."

You whisper while closing your eyes and you can hear him snicker above you.

" Congratulations, you just qualified me with two opposites. Jerk and good normally don't go together."

You don't answer, already snoring softly on his torso. He smiles sweetly at the sight before kissing the top of your head.

" Sweet dreams, darling.."

[samdeancass]

Possessed Werewolf

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Isaac x werewolf!fem!reader

Genre: Slight smut, Angst, Fluff

Characters: Isaac, Y/N, Scott, Deaton

A/N: Set in Season 3b.

Description: Y/N and Isaac were once inseparable and she was his anchor. That all stopped when Isaac took a liking to Allison. When the pack are attacked by The Oni, Y/N becomes possessed by the flies which ends up with her and Isaac back together again...

You always thought that you and Isaac would be together forever, seems how you were his anchor and he was yours. You were a born werewolf which meant you played a pivotal part in Isaac’s change. That’s how you and him bonded; being together so many hours of the day sure played a part in the beginning or your relationship. It also helped that your best friends were Scott and Stiles which meant that Isaac immediately got accepted into Scott’s pack. You had never imagined that Isaac would fall for Alison which is when your whole world turned upside down.

You were walking down the hall when you felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you into the nearest classroom. Your eyes flashed yellow as you turned around with your claws protruding from your nails but you soon calmed down once you seen Isaac staring back at you. 

“What did you do that for? There is something called a hallway that we can talk in.” You chuckled, shaking your head a little. Isaac smiled back at you but with sadness in his eyes. You tilted your head to the side a little whilst grabbing one of Isaac’s hand in yours. “What’s the matter baby?” He opened his mouth to say something but it seemed as though he couldn’t get it out. 

You raised your eyebrows a little and pulled on Isaac’s hand. “Please, babe. You’re worrying me now.” A stray tear fell down his face as he lifted his hand to our face, running his fingers across your cheek. You leaned into his touch and smiled, letting his warmth overcome your body. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” Your heart began beating much faster as anxiety flowed through you.

Your nose crinkled up as you focused on the particular scent emitting from Isaac. “Why-why are you guilty? What have you done?” Isaac shook his head. “Nothing yet. It’s something that I have to do, right now.” You backed away a little, unsure of what Isaac was talking about. “What do you mean?”

Isaac closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’ve got feelings for somebody else, Y/N. I’ve had them for a while but I thought that I could fight it. But over the past few weeks, they’ve become stronger; unbearable to resist. We were alone one night and we..... kissed.” 

Once again your eyes flashed yellow but this time, they were a deeper shade, conveying your anger. “Get out, Isaac. It’s over.” Isaac moved towards you, but you stepped back, baring your fangs at him. “I said GET OUT!” Isaac rushed passed you before you acted on your anger. 

Slamming the door behind him, you stomped through the aisles of desks  throwing whatever you could find. Eventually, your anger wore off and sadness consumed you. You fell to the floor, sobs racking through your body as the news of what had happened finally sunk in. 

Ever since, you and Isaac have kept your distance. You still loved him, of course you did, but you couldn’t tell him that; it was too hard. Every day you watched Isaac and Alison together, holding hands down the hallways, stealing kisses whenever they could. Isaac loved Alison but there was nothing you could do, or so you thought. 

You and the pack were separated around town, looking for ‘Void Stiles’. You were searching in the basement of the school when you heard a buzzing around your head. You flapped your hand around your head, willing the fly to go away. However, the fly continued to bother you until it found an opening and flew into your ear.

Immediately after, an overwhelming aggression took over your body. Letting this fuel your actions, you headed straight towards who you were most angry and frustrated with: Isaac. Trees went past you in a blur as you used your werewolf speed to run to Isaac’s location. 

Walking straight into his house you homed in towards Isaac, paying no attention to Scott who was sitting across from him. Once Isaac’s scent waved through your nostrils your anger turned into lust, causing your whole demeanour to change. 

You strutted towards Isaac, climbing onto his lap and running your hands down his chest. Isaac looked past you to Scott, wondering what the hell was going on. They both shrugged at each other and Isaac turned his attention back to you, not completely letting his guard down. Something about you was different, but he couldn’t figure out what. 

You leaned forward and attached yourself to his neck, leaving a line of sloppy kisses whilst grinding against his lap. “Why did you have to hurt me, Isaac? All this could still be yours.” You bit the top of Isaac’s ear and raked your fingers through his hair. All the while Isaac was completely transfixed with you, letting your dominant actions completely take him over.

On the other side of the room, Scott was deep in thought. What could have brought on this strange and sudden behaviour? What had come into your lives recently that had the power to do this? He sat for a few more minutes before suddenly standing up from his chair. “Isaac, she’s possessed!” 

Isaac turned his head toward Scott but kept his eyes on you. “What?” Scott huffed and stormed forward, gently grabbing you off him. “Snap out of it, dude. It’s the Nogitsune that’s possessing Stiles. Somehow, it’s possessing Y/N to. We need to get her to Deaton.” 

Isaac stood still for a moment and let the new information sink in whilst you were struggling in Scott’s hold to try and get to Isaac. He turned and looked at you. “How I wish that was really you.” He sighed deeply. “Let’s go.”

Deaton was able to figure out exactly what was causing the Nogitsune to possess you and found a way to get it out. 

You came to on the silver table in the vets with three sets of eyes staring down at you. Slowly you sat up, holding your head. “What in the hell happened? The last thing I remember was looking in the school basement for Stiles.” You looked up and saw Isaac staring at the ground whilst Scott and Deaton looked sheepishly at each other.

“Scott, what happened?” Scott turned to you. “I think he should be the one to tell you that.” He nodded his head toward Isaac, who was slowly moving his head to look at you. “Maybe you should give us some privacy. I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear this in front of everybody.”

Scott and Deaton nodded their heads and swiftly made their way out of the room, leaving you and Isaac alone. A thin silence held the air. The both of you hadn’t been in a room alone together since you broke up. “Tell me what happened, and make it quick.”

“I don’t know the best way to tell you this, but you sorta came on to me. You came over to my house, bounded through the door and beelined straight to me, completely ignoring Scott.” You nodded along, not completely getting what was so wrong with your actions. “You then climbed onto my lap and began running your hands down my chest, whispering things in my ear, kissing me. Scott literally had to peel you off me to get you here.”

At this point, your face was bright red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I never would have done that if I wasn’t, you know.” Isaac smiled and took a small step towards you. “Deaton said that you wouldn’t have done all that if you didn’t still have feelings for me.” You shook your head in denial but you could feel your heart begin to hammer in your chest. 

“I-I don’t. Not anymore.” Isaac took another step towards you, your shoes touching his. “Well, I have to say Y/N. I sure felt something when you whispered in my ear...” He leant down close to your ear. “...ran your hands down my body....” Isaac wrapped his large hands around your waist and began to run them up and down your sides. “....kissing me.” He leaned down and was inches away from your face when you pulled away.

“Wait. What about Alison?” Isaac shook his head. “I realise now how stupid I was leaving you. You are and always will be the one for me. You’re my anchor, nobody can compete with that.” Within that moment, you grabbed Isaac’s head and pulled him towards you, locking your lips with his.

The familiar feeling of butterflies returned as your kiss deepened. Isaac’s hands began to roam  your body, finding their way up your shirt and splay across your back. Your hands moved to his neck, pulling at the small hairs at the base. Isaac began messing with the clasp of your bra, desperate to get it off; which is when you pulled away.

“We can’t do that here, Isaac. Deaton would sure as hell have a mess to clean up when he comes back.” Isaac gave you a lustful smirk. “Let’s take this somewhere else then.” He tucked his hands under your legs and threw you over his shoulder, running out of the vets towards his house.

You never would have thought that it would take an ancient evil being to possess you and come onto Isaac to get you both back together, but you were definitely not complaining.....

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[spikeface]

mercury glass

Written for @teenwolf-meta meta week, Day 7: Parallels

Do you ever think about how season 5 had each of the main crew confront themselves in a cloudy mirror? 

How they see someone who is their opposite? What they fear they are? 

Someone only the pack can save them from? 

Because I do.

we can't all be perfect / and I don't know how to fix it

Theo Raeken & Scott McCall

The Big One. The driving force of season 5. Might as well write they're foils for each other in smoky ink all over Beacon Hills so we don't forget. Scott is a werewolf, a True Alpha, someone who brings out the best in everyone in his pack. Theo is a chimera, an ordinary evil, obsessed with bringing out the darkest parks of Scott's pack—before he destroys his own. 

Scott takes pain to help people. Theo takes pain to destroy them!

Scott works for a good doctor, Theo for an evil trio of them!

Theo is a killer and Scott is murdered! 

Theo resurrects a pack and Scott resurrects himself!

Theo is an atheist and Scott once sacrificed himself to a dead tree god! Gah!

But it doesn't stop there. They were both wheezing little kids in Beacon Hills, once upon a time. They both got snapped up in a war that wasn't theirs. And they both, in this season, crack under the weight of their own expectations. After years with the Doctors, Theo is hopelessly obsessed with perfection, and petrified of failure. But so, in his way, is Scott. After years of scraping by through sheer force of will, and especially after the Berserker episode, Scott expects the impossible of himself as tragically as Theo wants the impossible for himself. 

Theo claims that he wants a pack, but what he really thinks he wants is power. He needs a success on the level of becoming a True Alpha: to become a true chimera, an impossible dream, stealing Scott's pack and power through his own personal alchemy of manipulation and murder. When that fails, he turns to Deucalion, the Alpha closely connected to Scott's own rise, and becomes obsessed with stealing power the way a Demon Wolf might. In the end, he cannibalizes his own pack, and winds up alone.

Scott, meanwhile, has a pack, but becomes increasingly convinced that he can't rely on them—that it all comes down to him, and that he can't afford any mistakes. In one of the most heartbreaking moments in the build up to his death, Scott sits on the floor of his closet, holding the leash of a dead dog he couldn't save.

"Something's different, with me and my friends," he explains to his mother. "With all of us. Something's changed... I think it's because of me. And I don't know how to fix it" (5x08).

This season is flooded with enemies from every corner, but between Theo's manipulations, his friends' silences, and his own, Scott is convinced that everything is all his fault. That he has to fix it. That no one else can help him. That he’s destined to fail.

Both Scott and Theo think they're alone. They're lonely. 

And in the end, they both have a pack.

But where Theo destroys his, Scott returns from the dead driven to get his pack back. He rescues Lydia, helps Malia defeat Corinne, faces Theo, escapes the Doctors, saves Mason, and kills the Beast by turning to his greatest strength: his ability to connect with people, to make not just friends but friends of his old enemies, and allies in times of need.

you don't really know who i am, do you? / good

Donovan Donati & Stiles Stilinski

These two make me froth. There's plenty to be said about Donovan as the Stiles-oriented counterpart to Theo—another retconned chimera from the past with a personal connection to one of the crew, and a vendetta against the pack—but his parallels with Stiles are even more absorbing. Both of them are cops' kids, protective of their fathers (who were partners! Aaah!). Both of them are so angry this season. Both of them are Theo's targets. But where Stiles struggles with it, Donovan crumbles. He goes where Theo tells him. He lashes out at Stiles for his father's injuries even though Stiles had nothing to do with them. The wendigo aspects of Donovan even recall the nogitsune—its needle teeth, its endless hunger. Donovan isn't going to kill Stiles. He's just going to eat him.

The mindfuck of it all is just so good. Stiles is convinced he's like Donovan, and you can see how the possibility might eat at him. Didn't he taunt Donovan at the sheriff's station, he could tell himself, the way Donovan taunted him at the library? Didn't he enjoy Donovan's death the way Donovan would have enjoyed his? 

Wouldn't he do anything if something were to happen to his father?

I think what really gets me, though, is the silence of it all. Donovan is so loud. From the very beginning, he can't shut up, even when it costs him years in prison. "You don't really know who I am, do you, Stiles?" he asks Stiles in the library, before telling him as much as he can. He talks the entire time he stalks Stiles (5x05). 

No wonder the Doctors made him a chimera that was all mouths.

Stiles, meanwhile, one of the chattiest members of the pack, turns to silence. It starts in the stark moments after Donovan's death, and only gets worse as Stiles tries to keep this secret that wouldn't be a problem at all if he could just tell someone. But he can't! And in the end, that pushes him to the moment where he comes closest to actually being like Donovan, when he lashes out at someone because his father was hurt, even though that person wasn't actually responsible—because of Theo's machinations.

And then, ultimately, Stiles moves past it. Where Donovan was hopelessly stuck in the past and his own fury, totally alone, Stiles finally opens up, lets the past go, and turns to his pack.

i'm taking back what you stole from me / i want my family back

Corinne & Malia Tate

This one is so much! Corinne is so fun because she's the only one who actively tries to recruit her opposite to the dark side. Donovan just wants to destroy Stiles, and only as a way to get back at the Sheriff. Theo spends a lot of time trying to get the rest of the pack to embrace their dark side, and to tear Scott down, but seems to recognize—and resent, and admire—that it would be fruitless to try to corrupt him.

Corinne, on the other hand, is intrigued by the idea of making Malia like she is. She resents the whole fact of her birth, convinced that Malia "stole" from her by being born (5x20). She's been trying to find and kill her for a while now, but when she chats with a furious Malia in "A Credible Threat" (5x17), she turns speculative.

"What if there's a compromise?" she asks. "What if you come with me? We can try to solve our little predicament, and maybe I start calling you 'daughter.'" 

Malia, of course, refuses. "I'm going to kill you."

"You're definitely my daughter," Corinne replies dryly—and ominously. Corinne's response implies that even if Malia chooses to kill Corinne instead of coming with her, it's still the same in terms of becoming like her. Being her daughter.

Malia isn't, of course. She refuses to kill her mother. But what kills me is that the key to Malia's victory over her mother is, essentially, doing to her what her mother had planned to do. The claws of Belasko allow her to take her mother's power, just as Corinne had been planning to do to her. Malia, however, takes Corinne's power without killing her, a feat she manages with the help of her pack, who get her Belasko's claws.

my voice is like a bomb going off / they're all going to die

Meredith Walker & Lydia Martin

If Corinne wants Malia to be like her, Meredith is the most devoted to making sure her opposite is nothing like her. 

By the time season 5 rolls around, Meredith has already been more or less established as a kind of tragic version of Lydia. She believes supernatural creatures are monsters—even herself—while Lydia has by then come to see that not all monsters do monstrous things (4x10). Meredith's arc in season 4 ends with her realizing that, for all of her good intentions, she's done terrible things. When we see her again in season 5, she's a lot more clear-eyed. Although she's a pretty terrifying presence in Lydia's mindscape at first, she assures Lydia that she's only there to help Lydia escape—and make sure she doesn't turn out like her. 

In "The Sword and the Spirit" (5x14), Meredith tries to help Lydia break the glass of her prison at Eichen House. Frustrated by her failures, Lydia begs Meredith to just tell her how she managed to do it herself. Meredith, however, is petrified of that possibility. For her, using her banshee scream has always been about losing control:

MEREDITH: My way got people hurt… Some days, it was quiet for me. Other days, all I could hear was screaming. People dying.

LYDIA: What people?

MEREDITH: Everyone. Everywhere. I was in chemistry class when it happened. I had my hands over my ears. The teacher was trying to figure out what was wrong. I took my hands, and I started hitting the desk... until I couldn't take it anymore, and I just screamed. All the windows shattered. I saw kids with glass in their arms, in their faces. Some of them had blood coming out of their ears. They said it was an explosion caused by chemicals, but everyone knew it was me… Find a better way, Lydia. My voice is like a bomb going off.

And what I love about Lydia's arc is that, in the end, the bomb of her voice actually goes off. And it's nuclear! Valack amplifies her banshee powers to a terrifying extreme, making the threat of her voice even bigger than Meredith's had been. When Lydia does finally give in and scream, it's about her losing control over the voices in her head, just as Meredith did. 

The only reason Lydia doesn't kill everyone is because Jordan Parrish, with the pack's help, gets to Lydia in time to throw himself on the bomb of her voice. Even so, she still kills Valack. She makes windows shatter. She makes Stiles' ears bleed. Everyone knows it's her. The difference between Meredith and Lydia is not in their attitude; they're both kind people, trying to help. It's not in the nature of their powers; if anything, Lydia's voice becomes the greater threat this season. The difference is that Lydia has a pack. They rescued her from Eichen, contain the danger of her voice, and refuse to leave her even when she makes their ears bleed. Meredith's explosion was probably what got her sent to Eichen House. Lydia's is the price paid to get her out of Eichen House, just to have her back.

Ultimately, Lydia's control over her own voice will be central to saving Mason, and the pack's victory over the Beast. Lydia does find a better way. But it only happens after the worst has already occurred, the true catastrophe of it averted because Lydia can rely on her pack.

and when I am done killing, everyone will know / i am the messenger of death

Sebastian Valet & Kira Yukimura

I'm certain this one wasn’t intended by the canon at all, but I don't care! It's there in the text and the writers are fools and cowards. Kira is at odds with her kitsune nature this season, which appears almost as a separate entity from her, one she's not even really aware of for much of the season.

Does that give her an interesting parallel with Mason and the Beast? Yes. Yes, it does.

But I'm not gonna talk about that right now. Right now is for Bad Guys.

I wanna compare Kira & the kitsune with Sebastian Valet & the Beast. Both the kitsune and the Beast loom large this season. The kitsune is bigger than Scott has ever seen, and intent on chaos and destruction in a way that chillingly recalls the nogitsune. The Beast is even bigger than the kitsune spirit, a killing machine the likes of which no one has ever seen before.

And what's even more interesting to me is that both the kitsune and the Beast are obsessed with being known. The Beast's human identity was lost to damnatio memoriae, but the legend of the Beast has been passed down for centuries. Valet is obsessed with everyone knowing who he is and what he's done: "I am the famous and feared Beast of Gévaudan! And when I'm done killing, everyone will know. I will have done such horrors that all of history will remember my name!" (5x18)

Meanwhile, the kitsune grows larger, more insistently visible. Even more shockingly, it begins to speak—Japanese, a language Kira doesn't even know, as if the two were separate entities. It announces itself when it tries to execute Lucas. It speaks while Kira is asleep. It wants everyone to know that it is "the messenger of death" (5x06).

The big difference between Kira and Valet—well, you know, besides all of the other ways they're different—is their relationship with the beast inside them. Valet has totally embraced his inner beast, to the point that he claims he is the Beast, even though the Beast's name and Valet's are treated as separate entities—one erased from history, the other living on. Valet represents the ultimate indulgence in one's own violent id. 

Kira, meanwhile, wrestles with her kitsune through the entire season. She suspects something is wrong and asks Scott about it. She struggles to control her powers. She goes to the desert and she fights monsters and she risks pain and ultimately sacrifices almost everything, just to try to figure out how to make peace with the kitsune again.

Sidenote: This is also why I think it would have made so much more sense for Kira's big victory to be over the Doctors instead of Theo. Theo causes plenty of damage to her and her pack, but it's the Doctors who are directly responsible for the chaos of her kitsune spirit and powers. Even more insultingly, they do it with barely a second thought. Kira isn't a potential host for the Beast, the way the chimeras are. She's just a stepping stone to getting to Valack in Eichen. She's a footnote in their history.

How fitting it would have been for their end to have come not from the Perfect Evil they spent three hundred years obsessively trying to raise, but the girl they thought they'd destroyed in mere minutes? 

I think it would have been a nice message, is all.

Since, however, I am forced to deal with the absolute insult that is Kira's fragmented arc in 5b, I want to focus on the way that her biggest victories come when she hasn't actually resolved her conflict with the kitsune yet. There's still a huge threat of the kitsune or her powers taking over throughout the entirety of season 5, but the pack still wants Kira with them. All of them, in the end, have faith in her—in who she really is. Kira, instead of the kitsune. 

This, in turn, is part of what helps Kira have more faith in herself, one of her biggest concerns in 5b. By the end, just before her victorious return to Beacon Hills, Kira declares her faith in herself and her pack: "I'm coming back to help, I promise. Because you're right, Scott... if anyone's going to save Mason, it's you. It's us" (5x20). When Kira finally returns and banishes Theo to the dreamscape, it's the closest she comes to being like the kitsune; she is literally acting as a messenger for the dead. But here, it's a moment of triumph! She's in total control! It's not the kitsune but Kira who is the messenger. 

And she's got the whole pack behind her.

Teen Wolf is very interested in distorted mirrors, and as with almost everything else this season, s5 is when they go bananas with it. This plurality, however, is also a way they explore what it means to face the most terrifying version of yourself. Theo, Donovan, Corinne, Meredith, and the Beast all offer dark reflections for members of Scott’s pack, but each forms a unique relationship with their respective opposite. Victory over them looks different for each member of the crew, with one major common thread—they all do it as part of a pack.

[heliads]

I Need a Savior

Based on this request: "A songfic for My Demons by Starset? Stiles and the reader are twins. She’s a witch and part of Scott’s pack. The reader helps Scott and the others get rid of the nogitsune and save Stiles."

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There’s a video playing on your computer. You’re sitting before it, knees tucked up to your chest like you’re a child right now instead of watching yourself as one on the screen in front of you. Your eyes are glued to the two playing figures as if they’ll find some way to save you from the mess you’ve found yourself in, as if by watching what you used to have you’ll be able to have it all back once more.

You’re not alone in the video. The four-year-old Y/N rarely was, and in this particular video her laugh is joined by someone else- your twin brother, Stiles. He’s racing after you in a grassy backyard, in the midst of some no doubt momentous game of tag. He’s shouting something at the top of his tiny lungs as he goes, something about how he’ll always get back to you in the end. If only you could make that same promise now.

The video ends, but you still sit there, unable to move. It’s barely been a few days that your brother was fully possessed by the Nogitsune, but the loss still cuts at you like a knife. Stiles is your twin brother, older only by ten minutes or so. You’ve never had to go without him for longer than a few hours- he’s always there, at home or at school or at your father’s station. This, knowing that he’s somewhere within Beacon Hills but utterly gone to you, is an entirely different kind of pain.

A knock sounds at the door, and you look up to see your father hovering in the doorframe. His attempt at a reassuring smile drops as he sees the video still up on your screen. “I thought I heard voices.” You sigh. “I miss him, Dad. I miss Stiles.” Sheriff Stilinski sighs, walking inside the room at last. “So do I. We’re going to get him back, though. Don’t worry about that.”

You throw your hands in the air, frustrated. “We don’t know that! We don’t know that at all. This is so out of our range that it’s almost crazy. I mean, you barely even started to believe us about the supernatural. You didn’t trust us that werewolves existed, and now my brother has been possessed by a spirit that’s thousands of years old. None of us have any proof that we’re going to get him back.”

Your father winces for a second, then his expression smooths over again. “I’ve heard what you said about all your other exploits with Scott. He never gave up on anything or anyone, and I know you won’t either. None of us are giving up on Stiles, and even if it means that we have to play the long game to get him back, we will. Sure, I may not completely get why Scott McCall went from a kid with terrible asthma to a werewolf, but I know we won’t leave my son behind.”

His voice twists slightly as he says ‘my son’, and you’re hit with the distinct memory that you’re not the only one grieving someone you might have already lost. Yes, you lost your twin brother, but the sheriff lost his son. You can’t snap on him completely. So, you close your laptop screen, forcing the image of you and Stiles away into the darkness, and stand up. “What do you say we get some dinner? It’s late and I’m hungry.” Sheriff Stilinski nods, accepting this best attempt at an apology, and heads back downstairs. You’re left in the dark again, alone.

You can’t help but think through the whole thing over again. Your dad’s right- there’s no way Scott or you or anyone else is remotely considering letting Stiles go. You’ve seen Scott before, and you’ve known him for almost as long as he’s known your brother, so you know for a fact that he won’t give up until your twin is back and as he should be.

Besides, you’ve got another tool in your kit that will help you rescue Stiles- namely, your magic. You are a witch, just like the women in your family before you. Well, just like most of them. Your mother, Claudia, should have inherited the power of the family coven, but the magic seemed to skip over a generation and it went to you instead. Your grandmother kept the power of the witches a secret until it manifested in you a few years ago. You’ve learned spells from her, and you’re hoping that you’ll be able to use at least one of them to save Stiles.

This, actually, is what you find yourself doing the next day. Scott calls you up early, saying something in a rushed tone about how he found an old story about a healing spell in some dusty text in Deaton’s storage. You head over there immediately, and are surprised to find that Scott’s spell just might work. It’s fairly simple, as spells go, but it’ll take a lot out of you. In the spell, you’ll be able to peel back the Nogitsune’s control over Stiles, but you’re not sure that you’ll be able to completely eradicate the spirit’s presence from your brother’s mind, you don’t have enough power for that. Then again, even a brief reprieve for Stiles may help you save him.

So, you, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Isaac, Kira, and the rest head down to where Stiles was last spotted. Derek’s waiting for you there, and he points wordlessly into the Beacon Hills preserve. “I think the Nogitsune is trying to find the Nemeton. He just went in there a few minutes ago.” You nod your gratitude, already slipping between the trees. You used to play in these very woods with your brother when you were small, doing your best to escape your father’s watch long enough to have some fun before the rules came crashing back down around you.

When you see Stiles at once, you almost wonder if you’ve stepped back into your memories. It makes no sense- surely, you should be able to tell that this is an ancient spirit and not your brother. You should know your twin by soul and heart and word, shouldn’t you? Yet, for that one moment, you want to run over to him, sure that Stiles has managed to shake the spirit possessing him and come back to you.

Then Stiles turns around, and you’re hit by a wave of utter wrongness. There’s no other way to describe it- this being is your brother in flesh, sure, but in nothing else. There is no soul in the eyes looking at you, no love or even familiarity in the gruesome smile twisting this thing’s lips. The body is your twin brother, but the mind, oh the mind is so far from being him that it’s almost repulsive.

The Not-Stiles leers at you from where he stands amongst the trees, taking a few steps towards you as if relishing your horror. “Ah. I see my sister has come to visit me.” You shake your head. “I’m not your sister. You’re not him.” The Nogitsune shrugs. “Well, I see I can’t fool you like the others. Unfortunate.” Scott and the others have reached you by now, and your old friend hands you a scanned copy of the spells. You take it wordlessly, although you notice that the Nogitsune’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly at the transferral of the document.

Seconds later, its voice rings out across the forest again, and you swear you can detect an almost nonexistentant strand of nervousness in the spirit’s voice. It’s as if it’s woven trepidation in with the usual array of emotions as it toys with Stiles’ vocal chords. “What’s that about?” You ignore it, beginning to read the spell. You can only hope that it will work, that it will clear the Nogitsune from Stiles’ mind long enough to speak with him.

You finish reading out the spell and stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. At first, it looks as if the spell hasn’t done anything at all, and then the boy in front of you that was previously not your brother spasms slightly, bending over at the waist. When he straightens, you know at once that Stiles is back. You run to him, unable to keep a slight sob from tearing its way out of your throat. “Stiles!”

He catches you in his arms. Stiles feels the same way he always has- your brother is well and truly back. He stammers at first, hand rising to his temples as if he can’t believe that he’s back in control once more. “Y/N- it’s me. I’m me.” You muffle another sob. “How are you? Are you okay?” A dark look crosses Stiles’ face now, so mute in its agony that you almost think the Nogitsune has come back to possess him once more.

“It’s bad, Y/N. It’s really bad. I keep trying to fight, but it’s like I’m going insane. Even now, I can feel it circling around me like a vulture.” He grabs at your hands now. “I need you to save me, Y/N. I’m becoming it.” You try to speak, but you can’t find the strength. Already, the power necessary to cast the spell is wearing at you; you’ll only be able to keep it up for so long.

Stiles seems able to sense this, and his voice takes on an additional note of urgency. “I need you to make everything okay again, Y/N. I can’t fight this forever.” You shake your head slightly, afraid to let him down yet knowing that you can’t do much more. “I’m not all-powerful, Stiles. I wish I was.” Something like a broken half-smile flits onto his face. “You’ve always been able to take my pain away, Y/N. Not like Scott, but because of you. We are one and the same, are we not? We’re twins. I know you can do this.”

The spell is clawing at you now, practically tearing you into pieces. You manage to fight it back. You can’t let him go yet- you just got Stiles back. “What can we do? How do I get you back?” Stiles looks panicked, as if he can physically feel the Nogitsune forcing its way back into his head once more. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I just need you, Y/N. Save me if I become this demon.”

Then you’re stumbling, lost in an intense thicket of pain. The spell is overwhelming you now, and through tears you release it, letting your thin veneer of control go once more. Scott and the others catch you before you fall, but you’re not paying attention to yourself anymore. No, you’re looking back at your brother, or the body of a boy that was once your brother. The Nogitsune is back, and all traces of Stiles can only be seen in his physical form once more. You feel like sobbing, like breaking down entirely, but you remember what Stiles asked you to do. You have to save him, and that is exactly what you intend on doing.

In the end, you do save him, along with Scott and the others. You barely have time to mourn Allison’s death before you’re plunged into yet another peril, this time to take the Nogitsune down for good. You end up separating from the pack as they go into battle, choosing instead to maintain protective spells around the area that will keep the Oni and other aspects of the Nogitsune from killing your friends. The cost of maintaining all of that magic is wearing on you, but you stand firm. When Scott calls out to you, asking you to give him one last ounce of strength or courage or anything, you do it. Anything to save your brother.

They come out of the school in the end. Walking with them is a dark-haired boy who’s been your friend since birth, someone who was there to take his first steps with you and make you laugh when no one else could. For a second, you draw back, terrified that after all of this the Nogitsune might still be lurking under some crevice of Stiles’ mind, ready to draw him back under again, but when your brother looks at you, you breathe a deep sigh of relief. It’s him. It really and truly is.

Before you can run to him, though, Scott is offering you a small container. “We trapped the Nogitsune inside it, but it could escape at any moment. Can you secure it?” You nod, the spell to contain the evil spirit already running through your head. A second earlier, you would swear that you didn’t have enough energy to levitate a feather, let alone trap a thousand-year-old spirit, but you’re not about to let any chance of harm come to your twin again.

When you finish the spell, you see Stiles straighten up beside you, as if one last chain binding him to the earth has been released, one final shackle broken. You carefully hand the now-bound contained to Scott, and wrap your arms around Stiles. He holds you tight for a second, then steps away, holding you at arm’s length as if he’s almost forgotten what you look like. “Thank you for helping me. Scott told me that you’ve been using your magic to save us.”

Scott nods fervently. “I don’t know that we could have done it without her. Her spells saved our asses several times over.” You can’t help but grin shakily at that. “I needed to get you back. Anything else didn’t really matter.” Stiles hugs you one last time. “Thank you, anyway.” You smile back at him. “Of course, we’re family. You’re my twin, I would do anything for you. Besides, you asked me to save you and so I did. We don’t have to be our demons anymore.”

teen wolf tag list: my savior @underc0vercryptid

[shanastoryteller]

Questions about outlines: How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary? How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps? Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points? Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go? Sorry if this is to many at once

lmao okay i got several asks about outlines but i’m just going to answer this one because it’s ~comprehensive~

every writing teacher i’ve ever had has hated my outlines. my friends find them incomprehensible.

if people are going to look at my answers as ways to do their own outlines, i have to say: that’s probably not a good idea

i don’t write outlines a majority of the time

i don’t write outlines to plan a story i’ve already decided to write

i write outlines primarily as a way to exorcise story ideas that i want to write but don’t want to actually commit to writing (answer prompts are another way i do this lol)

now, some things do get outlines as a way to plan and organize. survival is a talent has an outline because it’s 400k and spans six years. child king had an outline. needy’s body had an outline. 

b u t

i’m currently writing rotten work without an outline

lynchpin didn’t have an outline

hope is the thing with feathers didn’t have an outline

never grow a wishbone only had an outline for the first couple of chapters 

an invincible summer didn’t get an outline until like. chapter 4 of 6. 

i just. uh. think about what i want to happen and then hope i remember to write it down. even when i do an outline, i’ll deviate from it wildly, and not update it to reflect that, because i know what i’m doing (ha!)

so! with that in mind, let’s go! 

How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary?

they vary! but honestly - not very. sometimes i’ll write out a paragraph or bits of dialogue that are important to me, but most of the time it’s just broad strokes of what i want to happen, or a mechanism of how something complicated happens. like i have several paragraphs in my siat outline dealing with necromancy books, but like. two sentences on how they actually occur in the story because that’s just something i’m trusting myself to figure out when i sit down to write it.  

 How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps? 

I try to put them chronologically, although sometimes that’s a little hard (in siat i have several scenes that i know will happen, i just don’t know when). that is something i will go back and edit on my outlines, is if i’ve changed the order the something happens i’ll go back and copy and paste until my outlines is in the right order. but only if the outlines is something i’m actually using to write and the story is longer than a couple of chapters. 

because my outlines are so very not detailed, i just write down what it is that i want to write, like the reason i’m going to write this or want to write this, and figure out the rest later. i’ll fill it in later - or i won’t! because most of the time i don’t use my outline to actually write the story, and i use it more as an idea list, so if i don’t know what happens between scenes or i find it boring i just won’t write it down

like, for example, here is my “outline” for won’t even plant a garden in it’s entirety 

weep as a woman

“you weep as a woman weeps.” “and how is that?” “as if the future rests on your hips, and you must walk it forward.”

crowley and eve were friends. cain killed abel with the flaming sword, and crowley begged them to say it was with a rock instead

crowley was raphael the painter and fucked michelangelo

crowley was there the night yeshua was born, was friends with mary, helped raise yeshua?

ghosts

crowley and anathema and joan of arc

i ended up dropping most of this and crowley ended up sleeping with both eve and yeshua as the major plot points. i don’t explain stuff, really. i know what i mean so i just don’t bother to get very detailed most of the time. 

Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points?

siat i divide up by year, and i think i did it by chapter for the last two chapters of build your wings on the way down, but otherwise it’s just one long list. i do my chapters based on words counts rather than content, so outlining by chapter doesn’t really make sense for me (siat is always around 15k a chapter, and everything else  i do these days thats multi chapter is around 8k because that’s the best, but ngawb was 5k a chapter and i think for child king it was around 11k a chapter)

Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go?

I’m constantly adding as a i go! my outlines are never really “complete” they’re just abandoned. i write down what i think will help me and tend to ignore the rest. sometimes i just. talking to myself in my outlines when i’m trying to think something through. 

my outline for child king is under the cut because that’s one that’s a good mix of stuff i kept and stuff i threw out. DON’T JUDGE ME!! bad ideas don’t get written because they’re bad!! it’s part of the ~process~ 

child king

Summary: “A child king is still a king,” Deaton says softly. “A child king is still a child,” he snaps, but he knows this is an argument he’s already lost.  – Stiles is a born alpha, and after the Hale fire, things get real complicated, real fast.

Stiles’s mom is the last remaining human from a pack that was destroyed by hunters. John is the one that helps her after, so he knows everything. When they move to beacon hills she doesn’t feel the need to say anything to the hale pack, because as far as they’re concerned she’s just a human, and she doesn’t want to get involved in pack business. But then stiles is born with red eyes. The doctor is quiet and scared john and Claudia freak out, but it’s because he’s a werewolf, which is a relief to parents because they thought something was wrong with their kid. Maybe they don’t know he’s an alpha, only that he’s a wolf? Or they know and they keep it a secret on purpose

Claudia is the one to approach mrs. Hale. She tells her that her son is a born werewolf, but that she’s not interested in joining their pack. Her husband is a new deputy and they just bought a house but they’ll move if they have to. “he’ll need a pack one day. It’s safer,” she says. “if he wants to join you one day, I won’t stop him. But that’s not a choice I’m willing to make for him.” Mrs hale agrees that they can say separate as in exchange for the sheriff smoothing over some ruffled feathers no and again. They agree. Claudia to sheriff “we’re going to have to move one day. Our son is an alpha, and he’ll need to make his own pack.”

Stiles is seven the first time he snarls at his mom, eyes flashing red, and she freezes. She’s got the pack instinct, it doesn’t matter that hes her kid, hes still her alpha, so its hella awkward. John can see how this will quickly spiral out of control if they can discipline their own kid. But stiles is the one to back down first, apologizing and doing as he’s told. There are careful power structures here, and this is the beginning of differentiating between stiles the human and stiles the wolf.

When his mom gets sick, stiles offers to turn her. Hale offers to turn her. She refused for Reasons that I have to figure out. Maybe the politics of it? Wanting to protect stiles and not wanting to become part of the hale pack

The fire happens. John ships stiles the hell out of dodge, because there are hunters about. He snoops around enough to figure out it was kate argent, but theres not really anything he can do about it

Scott knows about everything, and tries to tell his mom in a really akward way that they should trust stiles if they’re ever in danger, but she just laughs it off. Except when someone breaks in and threatens her with a gun, and she manages to make a phone call, it’s not 911, not john, but stiles, and she doesn’t even know why, regrets it as soon as it happens. But then stiles shows up and breaks both of the guys, eyes glowing red, and then calls his dad and scott to take care of it, because they’re humans, so they get human punishments. Melissa is told everything.

Scott has a bad asthma attack and, and Melissa asks about the bite. Scott is itching for it. He wants it so badly. Stiles has already promised to turn them when they turn 18, and Melissa knows that. She asks if theres a reason to wait, and the answer is nah, not really. So he gets the bite. Stiles being like uh psa punishments cant include scott staying away

After hale fire and stiles gets back, he’s shocked that hey just left, and that they left peter behind. He starts visiting peter several times a week. He tells his dad that they should pay for his medical care. They have a fuckton of money because his mom inherited all the pack wealth, and john doesn’t touch it because that’s stiles’s money, that’s werewolf money. But this is a werewolf thing, so he agrees. “his pack left him dad.”

Stiles bites Erica when they’re 14. Some point in middle school stiles wises up to the Isaac thing and tells his dad he needs to arrest his dad, or stiles is going to kill him, and he’s not even a little bit joking. Stiles hears Isaac crying while going by the house? In johns squad car. Makes them pull over, then bursts into the house. John goes with it because his son’s eyes are red.

Some point after the hales leave, things start trying to move into hale territory. Some wolves? Stiles smells them, and ends up at 10 years old telling them to fuck off. This how scott finds out? He’s with scott and his dad. Deaton is facing off against something? Panics when stiles intervenes, but stiles goes wolfy and red eyes and is like. This is mine now fuck off. Looks at the hale house, and finally says, we have to take care of this. We have to. But they don’t own the house or the land or any of it. They do … something

Stiles ends up having to deal with a lot of crap real young

Stiles has scott and Isaac when peter wakes up. Stiles is there, and peter isn’t crazy because he wasn’t abandoned to die alone. Stiles says he can stay, or he can go, not trying to pressure anything. Peter chooses to become part of stiles’s pack, because his family is either dead or abandoned him. Peter ends up moving in with them as he finishes healing and to get used to being in a pack and with stiles. It’s very strange for john, but it’s a werewolf thing and he’s trying to be supportive. After a couple months, stiles tells his dad that having peter is a relief, that there’s finally someone who knows things, someone older who can support him as a werewolf. Peter acts as his second, and he finally has some degree of authority that age has lost him. Stiles has peter take care of the hale house. Peter and stiles have the conversation, where peter is like the hale land is your land now. You’re the alpha of beacon hills. He does what stiles directs him to.

Isaac is living with scott under stiles’s direction ish. But lots of Melissa. Isaac like I don’t wantto be afraid anymore, I don’t want to hurt anymore, and stiles is like. Okay. We’ll fix this. But he doesn’t bite Isaac until he goes to a shitton of therapy and has mostly sorted himself out. For isaac’s fifteenth birthday, he bites him.

Erica is spur of the moment, it’s something that all instinct and very little thought. OR they’re dating and it happesn? Erica’s parents suck. Stiles doesn’t want the balancing act of being boyfriend and alpha.

Jackson is so fucking desperate to belong to something. He nags and nags and nags and finally stiles bites him at least half to shut him up.

“dad can I talk to you about something weird and uncomfortable and a little creepy” talks about crush on Lydia, and how he’s not sure if its because he has a crush on her or if it’s bc he thinks she’ll be good for the pack. Lydia joins before Jackson, and she’s the one that pushes stiles into it. Lydia and stiles are not dating, but she’s clearly high in the hiarchey.

Boyd? Just like. Shows up. Idk.

So by the time laura and derek show up, stiles’s pack is: john, Melissa, peter, Lydia, Jackson, danny, Isaac, boyd, Erica, deaton (who’s acting as emissary but is training danny). Maybe bring in some later characters, like malia and kira and cora. Ooooh maybe the twins show up before they became alphas, still run aways and looking for something else? Stiles takes them on. Stiles finds malia early on after the fire

Peter is willing to forgive derek but he has a lot of shit with laura. Stiles agrees to let laura and derek stay and not be part of his pack, although laura insists she doesn’t need his permission. She snaps at peter to come home with them, and he looks at her like she’s insane. He says there’s no hale pack, and if there was, he’s not interested. He’s a stillinkski wolf now. Cora too maybe? Double blow. Peter owns the hale land, and he makes it clear the day stiles turns 18 he’ll be signing it over to him. Stiles is known by the surrounding packs.

Stiles has to somehow defend the surrounding area, has to make it clear he’s his and that he’s not willing to give it up. It’s valuable land. People are going to come looking for it once people figure out it’s abandoned. When deaton finds out stiles is an alpha, he goes around as an emissary to the surrounding packs. Saying that its under stiles now. He’s known to them so it goes mostly uncontested. This is when he and the sheriff have the child king conversation.

Stiles tries really, really hard to be a good alpha. That means controlling the territory, and working with other packs when members go rouge or something goes wrong. He’s thirteen the first time he goes to lend a hand in a fight, and it’s young, it’s too young, but he’s an alpha. He has to do this, to maintain the peace. And the thing is – stiles is good at this, good at not pushing, at not using his status as a crutch or an excuse, instead as a tool.

Maybe this is why no one cares for laura’s excuses. As much as laura wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility, she was an adult, if only barely. Stiles is a literal child, and in her absence shouldered it all. So even if she does technically have a claim, none of them are willing to honor it. “if you kill alpha stiles, you won’t have allies, you’ll have enemies.”

Allison and argents. Stiles brings his pack to kill kate. Gives peter the chance to do it himself, and is so very proud when he says no. but instead of letting her go free, stiles crushes her throat. “revenge would have been trapping you all in here and setting the whole thing on fire. Justice would have been making you watch as she burned alive. This was mercy, and don’t you forget it.” Scott is hella in love with Allison, but he knows this comes first. Her mom is full of hatred, but stiles more than makes it clear that he has no problem with killing her too.

Stiles sees derek soon after. They’ve already gone back and forth a lot. But he and laura weren’t there. Stiles tells him what he did. They have a ~moment~

Derek wants so very much to join stiles’s pack, but he doesn’t want to lose laura.

Something finally convinces laura to take the plunge and the stillinksi pack is one happy family

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 11

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As soon as I walked into the veterinarian office, I felt it. Like a total drain of my muscles and my head started to hurt. 

“Mountain ash.” Dr. Deaton said as he came out from around the corner, “It weakens werewolf abilities so they cannot shift their form.” 

“That would explain it.” I smiled, shoving my hands in my pockets. 

“How can I help you, (Y/N).” He knew my name.

I squinted at him, “Have we met?” 

“We have, but you wouldn’t remember. You were here with some minor injuries and your parents weren’t sure if you were going to turn and just in case…the hospital found something interesting.” He said, a small smile on his face, “But I see you have finally turned.” 

I nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t know how.” 

“I believe I may have an answer.” He pulled out a book from the front desk. It was a dark leather bound book, its pages were brown with age. 

“It was a spell used by werewolf clans that were being hunted hundreds of years ago, in France, Scotland, England. In some cases, werewolf hunters would test werewolves in their human form with Mountain ash, rendering them unconscious. Et obscuratus lupum. Wolf Eclipse.” I looked at the book, seeing a drawing of what looked like a child, half human, half wolf. 

“Parents would perform this spell to cloak their child from hunters. The Mountain ash wouldn’t affect them and they would be spared and safe until they could transform. This spell would also remove any memories of werewolf behavior from beyond that point so they couldn’t give away the rest of the clan by accident.” 

I looked down at the desk, “But why now? Why did I turn now? And why am I an alpha? I’ve never killed anyone.” 

“As for your turning now, many children are given back their power by their parents. Or if their parents were killed, they usually don’t unless something triggers the change - high stress, fear, terror, torture. But I can’t explain the alpha part, the only people who could were your parents.” 

-

“Derek? Derek!” Isaac’s voice echoed through the building. 

“What’s wrong?” Derek turned away from what he was doing. Isaac looked frantic and scared. 

“My dad… I think he’s dead…”

“What did you do?” Derek asked firmly. 

“That’s the thing…It wasn’t me.”

I woke up on the couch. Not the best place to sleep all night. 

I sat up and cracked my back, twisting from side to side. I shuffled into the kitchen, seeing Uncle Noah already there. 

“Morning, kiddo.” He said, sipping his coffee. He went with the dark roast this morning. Bitter. Something serious had happened. 

“Morning.”

“We found Lydia, I don’t know if you heard.” He said. 

I nodded, “Of course, talk of the town. Stiles is gonna get an A in economics.” 

He shook his head, a small smile on his face. He was still slightly sleepy, meaning I could probably get something out of him about what’s making him leave this early. 

“What’s going on?”

He yawned and raised his eyebrows. He looked around the corner then back to me, “Promise you won’t tell Stiles. And I’m only telling you because it involves one of your players.”

“Isaac?” I asked, “Is he okay?” Uncle Noah narrowed his eyes at me, clearly confused how I knew. 

“I had my own questions about his home life. A guess.” 

“Well we found his dad dead this morning. Mauled to death in his car in an alleyway.”

“Mauled?” Great… This is exactly what we needed with this hunter situation going around. Didn’t Derek tell Isaac that humans were off limits, especially right now? Isaac didn’t seem like the type, but if he was getting abused, maybe he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Yeah, not pretty. Oh, by the way.” He rifled through the mail, “This came for you at the station.” It was a brown envelope. It had multiple stamps and postmarks. The text was written in old English calligraphy. 

“The Lunar Circle.” I shook my head, “Never heard of it.” I looked at the return address, “Scotland?” 

“I guess so.” He looked at his watch, “Alright, gotta go.” He kissed the top of my head, making his way out the door. 

-

I got into the locker room later than usual, but in time to watch Scott and Stiles stare at a chain that was falling out of Stiles’ locker. Coach walked between the two of them, staring at the chain as it finished pooling on the floor. 

“Part of me wants to ask… the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I’m gonna walk away.” Before I could speak to the two, Coach slipped the blind fold onto my eyes, the elastic slapping the back of my head. 

“Good looking out.” I nodded vaguely in his direction. Stiles shoved a bag in my hands, Scott and Stiles started shoving the chain into it and froze, Scott tensed up. 

Another scent. Someone like us. 

“There’s another in here.” Scott said. 

“Another what?” Stiles asked. 

“Another werewolf.” 

Once the players were on the field, Stiles pulled me aside. 

“Alright, switch Scott with Danny for goal and then you use your sniffer on the guys on the bench.” 

I raised my eyebrows at him, still not over what he said the other day. 

He stared for a minute, then closed his eyes, “The silent treatment, really?” 

I smiled slyly, nodding. 

“Oh my god.” He groaned, “Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to protect me. I get it. We can have this conversation later, please.” 

I thought about it for a minute, then nodded, “Fine. I’ll go tell Coach.” I found Finstock and told him. 

“Why would I want McCall in goal? McCall is co-captain. He needs to play offense.” 

“That’s true, but what happens when Danny gets hurt during a match. Are you gonna put in someone from second line or someone with those reflexes?” He stared for a minute, thinking about what I just said. 

“Think about it like this. Danny’s out, it’s tied and we are ten seconds from overtime. Who are you putting in? Second line or McCall.” 

He nodded and chuckled, “Good thinking.” He turned back to the other players and blew his whistle, “Let’s go! Line up!” Players made their way onto the field, “Faster! Make daddy proud.” Daddy… I hate it. I scanned the line up, there was number fourteen at the end - Isaac. 

Coach blew the whistle again, signaling the drills to start. Scott ran from the goal, tackling the player. Scott was many things. Subtle was not one of them. 

“McCall!” Coach shouted, his eyes wide and his hair seemed even wilder. 

“Yeah?”

“Usually, the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Let’s try it again!”

“What the hell, man?” The player shouted. His name was…  Matt Daehler if I remembered correctly. 

Coach blew the whistle again, throwing another ball into play. Again, Scott knocked the next player down. 

“McCall!” Coach called again, “The position’s goalkeeper, not goal-abandoner!’

“Sorry, Coach…”

“Let’s go!” He blew the whistle. Again, Scott knocked the next man down. 

“Stiliniski!” Coach pulled Stiles up by his helmet. Stiles stood up from the bench on the other side of me, “What the hell is wrong with your friend?”

“Uh, he’s failing two classes, he’s a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jawline is kinda uneven.” Stiles said in a rush. 

Coach and I turned heads to the side, looking at McCall. Was his jaw always crooked? Had I not noticed in all of this time?

“That’s interesting.” He said, dropping Stiles' helmet. Scott knocked over Danny next, landing on top of him. Danny was having a good year so far. 

“McCall!” Coach shouted, clearly frustrated, “You come out of that goal one more time, and you’ll be doing suicide runs ‘til you die! It’ll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide! Got it?” 

“Yes, Coach.”

“Yeah!” Coach glared. 

Jackson looked at Scott warily, “Uh, Coach, my shoulder’s hurting… I’m gonna-I’m gonna sit this one out…” He watched out of the line and onto the bench. What’s gotten into him? Besides not the bite. Scott ran forward at Isaac. But instead of Scott taking him down, they both collided and fell to the ground. That’s when I saw Scott pause, he found his werewolf. 

“Dad?” Stiles asked. I turned around, seeing Uncle Noah and two other officers heading towards the field. They must have been coming to bring Isaac in for questioning. 

“Don’t tell them…Please don’t tell him.” I heard Isaac say. 

-

I stayed back with the rest of the team while Finstock was talking to Uncle Noah. Scott was listening in on the conversation. 

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

Stiles looked at me, “Is that what you and my dad were talking about this morning?”

“There may have been something Uncle Noah told me not to tell you.” I grinned innocently. 

“Come on…” Stiles sighed, “Are they saying he’s a suspect?”

“I’m not sure. Why?”

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours…”

“Like, overnight?”

“Those generally are the same amount of time, yes.” I said. 

“During the full moon.” The full moon. Not only would it be Isaac’s first turn, it was going to be mine. 

“Crap.” I mumbled. 

“How good are these holding cells at holding people?”

“People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good.” Stiles said grimly.

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

“Yeah…”

“He does.” How Scott could tell that, I couldn’t tell. Because I didn’t get that vibe.

-

I made my way through the hall, seeing Uncle Noah in the hall outside the principal's office. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, not seeing Isaac near. 

“We’re interviewing Jackson Whittemore. He’s Isaac’s neighbor, we’re just trying to see if he knows anything. I’m just waiting to meet the new principal.” 

“New principal?” I asked. Right after I spoke, the door opened. And there stood Gerard Argent. I tried to hide my shock when I saw him, since the last time I saw him I watched him cut someone in half. 

“Sheriff Stilinski, I’m terribly sorry to keep you waiting. Just a phone call from one of my teachers.” He said in his brogue, he turned to me, “And Miss (Y/N), assistant coach for our lacrosse team. I have been anxious to meet you.” He held out his hand. Oh, he was anxious? Yeah definitely. 

I blinked, a small smile on my face, “It’s good to meet you as well. I apologize for my shock, I was not aware that you had been hired.” I shook his hand. His hands felt cold, like the ice in his heart spread through his veins. 

“I understand. It was quite unexpected. But I am excited to get started.” He played his role well. An older man happy to help and be accommodating to his new surroundings. I knew the truth though, and it terrified me. But I needed to lay low and stay on his good side for right now. He declared war, no longer following the code and Chris couldn’t stop him like he stopped Kate. 

“Of course. I’m excited to work with you too, Mr…?”

“Argent.”

“Oh like Allison. She’s such a sweet girl, I always see her at games.” 

“She became a fan.” He nodded. In the distance, I could hear Jackson’ walking down the hall. How did I know it was Jackson? His brand new shoes squeaked.

“Well, I gotta head out. Delivery came to the front office for the team. Pearls and crosses. It was good meeting you, Principle Argent.” 

“Please, call me Gerard.” He smiled. 

I grinned and nodded, “Gerard.” I looked at Uncle Noah, “I’ll see you tonight.”  I made my way towards the front office, glad that the hunter couldn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. 

“You okay?” Derek’s voice echoed in my head. 

I sighed, taking a deep breath, “No. They took Isaac into lock up, Gerard is the principal, and I am going to turn tonight whether I want to or not and I’m scared.”

“We’ll talk.” 

-

I sat on the front steps, looking over the envelope. The Lunar Circle. Was this something my parents were involved in? Just as I was about to open the envelope, I got a text from Scott to meet him and Derek at Isaac’s house. 

So I met them there, looking up at the sky. I had already cracked all of my knuckles so now I just was wearing a hole in my shoe from tapping. 

“Are you alright?” Scott asked. 

“I don’t know, Scott, were you okay when you turned the first time? Because I can recall you almost killing me the last time.” My eyes flashing red.

“Hey, I apologized for that.” Scott defended himself. 

“(Y/N), look at me.” Derek stood in my line of vision. The red left my eyes and I sighed. 

“Sorry, I’m just… anxious.” I clenched and unclenched my hands. 

We snuck into the Lahey household, making our way down to the basement. 

“If Isaac didn’t kill his father, who did?” Scott asked as Derek led us through the house. Derek moved slowly, keeping a flashlight beam ahead. 

“I don’t know yet.” 

“Then how do you know he’s telling the truth?”

“Because I trust my senses. And it’s a combination of them.” He looked at Scott over his shoulder, “Not just your sense of smell.” 

“You saw the lacrosse thing today?” Scott asked sheepishly. 

“So you saw him tackle and sniff everyone on the field, his big plan.” I added.

“Yeah.” Derek said plainly. 

“Did it look bad?” 

“Yeah.” Derek and I said together. Derek opened the door and we all looked down to the bottom of the basement, Scott and Derek’s eyes lit up the space a little, enough to see what was below. There were the usual things - chairs, dust bunnies, boxes.

“You wanna learn?” Derek asked, “Start now.”

“What’s down there?”

“Motive.” We started down the stairs. 

“And what are we looking for?”

“Follow your senses.” Derek said. I strayed from the group, seeing dust covered toys and games, covered with age and gray. It looked like a normal basement, but it felt like something terrible had happened here. Derek took my hand in his, pulling me back to them. 

“What happened down here?” Scott asked. 

“The kind of thing that leaves an impression.” Derek said in a low voice. It was kind of creepy, in addition to the spider web covered basement. As we went further into the basement, we saw chains hanging from the wall. My heart sank. I took Derek’s flashlight and lit up the floor, there were groove marks in the floor. Scott bent down and placed his fingers within the groove. Scratches in the cement floor. My attention was brought to a large freezer in the corner of the with a rusted padlock. The energy radiating from the cooler made my heart drop into my stomach. 

“Open it.” Derek told Scott as we stood in front of it. Scott took off the lock and lifted up the lid of the freezer. My mouth fell open in shock, tears burning at my eyes. Scratch marks, covering the entire inside of the freezer. The worst were the rust covered marks, meaning that Isaac was so desperate to fight his way to freedom that his fingers bled. I turned away from the freezer, feeling nauseous. Leaning over, my hands on my knees. 

“This is why he said yes to you?” Scott asked. 

“Everyone wants power.” 

“If I help you, you have to stop. You can’t just go around turning people into werewolves!” Scott had a point. It was dangerous to be a werewolf right now. That’s why my parents did that ritual on me. 

“I can if they’re willing.” 

“Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?”

“Yes, and he still asked.” 

“Then he’s an idiot!” Scott shouted. 

I stood back up and stared at Scott, “An idiot? He’s been tortured his whole life, Scott, and he’s the idiot for trying to save himself.” There was a growl in my voice as my anger rose. Derek put a hand on my arm.

“You’re the idiot dating Argent’s daughter.” Scott looked shocked at Derek’s words, “Yeah, I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it’s gonna take for them to find out?”

Derek grabbed Scott by the shoulder, “You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all your senses. With me, you learn control.” He lifted Scott’s clawed hand, “Even on a full moon.” Seeing Scott’s hands, I lifted mine and saw the claws had grown in. I hadn’t even felt them come out. 

Scott pulled his hand away, “If I’m with you, I lose her.” 

“You’re gonna lose her anyway. You know that.” 

I shook my head, thinking about the night Peter was killed. The look in Allison’s eyes as she shot arrows into Derek and I was cold, no emotion at all. “Scott, don’t you remember what happened? She shot us down.” 

“That wasn’t her, that was Kate.” He defended her, like a love sick puppy. 

“Was it? You didn’t get to see her when Kate brought her down to that cellar and watched as Derek got electrocuted, over and over. She did nothing to stop her, she knew it was wrong but she didn’t stop her. Allison’s loyalties are never going to be with us.” My voice was calm but the shaking was starting to take over. It felt like my chest was going to burst at any moment. Even my gums ached. 

“Come on.” Derek said softly in my ear. He escorted me to the stairs, a gentle hand on the small of my back. 

“Wait!” We turned back to face Scott, “I’m not part of your pack… but I want him out. He’s my responsibility too.”

“Why? Because he’s one of us?” 

“Because he’s innocent.”

-

I sat in the parking lot of the Sheriff’s office, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I can’t do this. How can I help break Isaac out of jail when I can’t even keep myself in control. I shouldn’t be around people. I shouldn’t be around Stiles or anyone else in the deputy department. I jumped when I heard the knocking at my window. Derek and Stiles stood there, looking a little concerned. I opened my door and got out, sticking close to Derek. If anyone could stop me from attacking Stiles it was him. 

“Okay. Now, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father’s office. The problem is getting past the front desk.” Stiles stared at me like I was from Mars, “I gotta tell ya, I don’t think I’m going to get used to the red eyes anytime soon.”

“Yeah, me either.” My voice had a growl too, quickly shutting my mouth. 

“Well, there goes plan A. Letting you distract the front desk.” I glanced inside, seeing a woman sitting there, sipping her coffee. 

“I’ll distract her.” Derek said, turning towards the building. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Stiles grabbed onto Derek’s jacket and pulled him back., “You? You’re going in there?” Derek eyed Stiles hand, then Stiles, telling him to get his hands off of him in his usual way - without words.

“I’m takin’ my hand off.” Stiles quickly pulled his hand away. 

“I was exonerated.”

“You’re still a person of interest.”

“An innocent person.” 

“Ah-” Stiles blew out air, “You? Yeah right.” He sighed, “What’s your plan?”

“To distract her.” Derek said impatiently. 

Stiles nodded, “Ahuh, how? By punching her in the face?” 

Derek let out a fake laugh, “By talking to her.” 

“Is he even charming?” Stiles looked at me. Derek looked at me expectantly while I thought for a minute. 

“Compared to when I first met him, he’s very charming.” I smiled awkwardly. 

Stiles rubbed his temples, “Okay. Alright. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?” Derek only stared. 

“Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?” Stiles asked sarcastically.

“I’m thinking about punching you in the face.” Derek said snidely. Once Stiles agreed, we made our way towards the station but before we went in, I pulled Derek aside. 

“I can’t do this.” I looked up at the moon, “My body feels like it's going to fall apart and I feel so angry and-” 

“Just hold out a little longer.” He placed a hand on my cheek, “As soon as we get Isaac out, I’m gonna bring you somewhere where you can let it all out and you won’t hurt anyone. But right now I need you to get inside and make sure nothing happens to Isaac. There’s a hunter in there who’s going to kill him.” 

“Okay, I’ll try.” 

Derek led the way into the station, Stiles and I stayed low to avoid the deputy. 

“Good evening, how can I help-” She paused, looking up at Derek, “you?”

Derek gave her a thousand watt smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.” The woman said with a little tremble in his voice. She leaned on the desk. 

“Um, I had a question…” he chuckled, “Um, sorry, I-I’m a little thrown. I wasn’t expecting someone…”

“Like me?” She asked. 

“Oh, I was going to say ‘so incredibly beautiful’, but yeah, I guess that’d be the same thing.” Derek said sheepishly. Stiles stared at Derek’s back in disbelief. I shoved his side. He shook his head and we crawled down the hall to uncle Noah’s office. 

Once inside, Stiles used a code on a keypad on the wall that opened a small hatch. It was empty inside. In the next room we heard the jingling of keys.

“Oh no…” Stiles and I ran towards the source of the noise, getting closer and closer to the cells. On our way there we were stopped short by a deputy. 

“Oh, sorry,” Stiles apologized, “Just lookin’ um…” I looked over the deputy, then I saw it - an arrow sticking out of his leg. I hit Stiles' side. He looked down, then back up at the deputy. 

“Ah shhh-'' We tried to run for it but he grabbed us, pressing his hands over our mouths so we couldn’t scream. I wanted to rip his hand off with my teeth but that would be putting Stiles in danger and outting myself as a werewolf to a hunter if he got away. As we were dragged back towards the cells, Stiles pulled the fire alarm. 

Once in the cells, he threw Stiles and I into one of them. I clenched my fists together tightly, desperately trying not to turn. Sharp teeth poking at my lips. Stiles grabbed my arm, bringing my attention to the other cell, the empty cell. Isaac was loose. The hunter’s shout brought us back to see him being attacked by Isaac. He pinned the hunter to an examination table, then threw him against a wall. The hunter struggled but got up, trying to stab Isaac with a syringe but Isaac grabbed his arm and broke it. Isaac slammed the hunter’s head into the wall, he fell, dropping the syringe. 

Derek came into the room shortly after, stepping on the syringe. The sound of glass breaking turned Isaac’s attention to us. His yellow eyes took us in, his fangs and claws sharp. He stalked forward towards us. I shoved Stiles behind me, baring my fangs at Isaac as he came closer. Derek’s roar broke Isaac out of his trance, making him fall to the floor and scramble to the corner. He looked up from the wall, looking more human. He was trembling in fear. 

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked, trying to catch his break. 

“I’m the alpha.” Derek smirked, his eyes red. 

Ignoring the trembling the best I could, I walked over and kneeled beside Isaac. He was breathing heavily, eyes darting around the room like he was expecting someone to show up. 

“Isaac.” his eyes focused on me, “Let’s get you home.” I smiled and held out my hand.

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Title: Hunter

Summary: Stiles and Derek have an important talk that leads Derek to realize something that changes everything.

Pairing: Derek x Stiles

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Derek had somehow managed to make it through his insane first hunt with no long lasting damage.

There had been a moment when the last one of the mermaids had managed to creep up behind him and wrap its long scaly tail around his waist. Thankfully his hands were still free so he managed to shoot his attacker in the gills of its right side.

As promised he had slowly risen to the surface and swam to the bank, where Stiles immediately began searching his suit for damages.

‘Everything looks good, lucky you. Your first hunt and you came out without a scratch, pretty sure this would not be the case had I been the one in the water.’ Stiles said.

‘You slept with Argent.’ Derek said.

It had taken all his will power and mental strength to stay focused on the mythical creatures trying to drown and eat him. Now that he was out of that strange and dangerous situation he could focus on what he wanted.

‘Yes, do you think I can afford all those guns with my allowance and the non existent salary of a hunter?’

‘He is literally older than your father.’

Stiles rolled his eyes.

‘Look, whatever you think it is, it's not that. I’m not into him, he’s not into me. I was a legal consenting adult, Argent didn’t pressure, bribe, seduce or force me into anything.’ he explained as Derek began taking off the suit.

‘If not then how the hell did it start?’

Stiles made a noise of annoyance and turned away, Derek could smell the tension coming off Stiles in waves. He figured it would be better to drop the topic for now, and let Stiles cool off and answer when he felt like it.

Wordlessly Derek handed the suit and gun to Stiles so he could put it into a separate cases so that he could wash it before returning it to Argent.

Argent, who he was sleeping with.

The car ride was also quiet, giving Derek plenty of time to try and think of a scenario in which a barely Stiles would end up in bed with Chris Argent. All he could imagine is a business exchange of sex for guns, but his stomach told him that wasn’t right.

If it were then Stiles probably would have said so, he surely wasn’t as easy to embarrass as he had been when Derek had last been in Beacon Hills. It almost felt unreal to imagine the person sitting in his passenger seat as a nervous teenager.

‘We needed someone.’

Derek was surprised to hear Stiles speak so suddenly after nearly an hour of silence.

‘I hadn’t spoken to anyone about Scott and the others, he hadn’t really talked to anyone after he lost his family. He never asked me to talk and I never asked him to tell...but we both just knew. We both knew we needed someone if not to talk to then at least someone to feel.’ Stiles said.

Derek looked over at him and now he saw it all clearly and he didn’t need any of his werewolf senses to see it. He could see the man behind the curtain that this new version of Stiles, he could see a shadow of that teenager he knew.

The teenager that lost everyone, including himself.

‘You don’t need to explain yourself to me Stiles, I’m not judging you for it.’ Derek said, keeping his eyes on the road.

He knew how it felt to try and defend your actions and how awful it was when the person you're telling looks at you while you do it.

They pulled into the parking lot of his building and he parked next to Stiles’ jeep.

‘What do you do after a hunt?’ Derek asked.

Stiles looked confused by the question, as if it were a joke.

‘I patch up and look for the next hunt, but I guess this time I’ll just go right into looking for the next case.’

‘Is that all?’

‘Well if I learn anything useful I write it down before moving on.’

‘Yeah, you’re not doing that this time.’ Derek said as he got out of the car.

‘I’m not?’ Stiles asked as he followed.

‘You’re not; this time you are going to leave me the monster business and you are going home. Tomorrow you are staying home with your dad and if you so much as google monsters I’m gonna smash your laptop.’ Derek explained.

Now Stiles looked totally lost as to how he ended up in this current situation.

‘What makes you think that’s gonna happen?’

‘The fact that I said so, and I’m the one who owns your little hunting headquarters, the one who just paid your medical bill and also just fought three mermaids so that you wouldn’t have to.’ Derek smiled charmingly.

‘That’s blackmail.’ Stiles argued.

‘I never said I’d stop helping if you didn’t do what I said, but I would really appreciate it if you did this. Trust me, no matter how permanent it seems, parents don’t stay with you forever.’

At that Stiles looked away in shame.

He couldn’t believe that he was arguing about speaking with his dad, with Derek of all.

‘What if he doesn’t want to see me?’

‘Then at least you will be able to say you reached out. Sometimes just knowing you tried is all you need, it’s better than wondering what would have happened. Derek assured.

‘Why?’

‘Why?’ Derek repeated in confusion.

‘Why are you helping me, why do you care if I’m injured or speaking to my dad? You never really seemed too interested in what I had going on before. Why now?’

There were two ways that Derek could answer that question, both were truthful, but one was harder for him to say.

In the end, when he looked at the almost pleading look in Stiles’ eyes he knew he had to give the hard answer.

‘Because, I get you. You did something, someone died, and you regret it. You’re trying to save this town to make up for what you did and no matter who forgives you or who you forgive you can’t forgive yourself.’

This time it’s Derek who turns away, but he doesn’t leave.

‘I’ve been there, it wasn’t self defense and it wasn’t an attacker; it was a mistake and nearly my whole family. Stiles; you have a parent to help you through this, I didn’t have that. Take advantage of what you have while you have it.’

A salty scent hit his nose and he knew it wasn’t the salt water from the lake, it was tears. He just didn’t know if it was from Stiles’ crying or his own.

‘I’ll go.’ Stiles mumbled as he went to his jeep.

Derek watched him climb in and wipe his eyes with his sleeve before he drove off. Even after he could no longer hear the loud engine of that hideous vehicle Derek stayed outside and realized that there was a third answer, an answer he wasn’t ready to say out loud.

Not even to himself.