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Can we pls get a Peter x reader x Chris pls with this gif I love these stories like my favorite of all so if we could get a fix based off of this gif it would be great (when u have time and are comfortable)
One of my favorite trios. Sorry this took a bit. Took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to write. Also, typo of the day: She cared the shit out of me.
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Peter Hale x Reader x Chris Argent
Warnings: no?
You were curled up on Peterâs couch leaning against his side as a movie played on the TV. You couldnât say you were watching it. Instead, you kept running through your argument with Chris and wiping away tears as they escaped to run down your cheeks. Youâd already made it clear you didnât want to talk about it any longer, nor did you want to be fussed over, so Peter kept his arm around you and ran his thumb along the bare skin of your arm in a comforting gesture. Occasionally it was joined by a kiss to your head.
Youâd been there nearly three hours when someone pounded on the door making you jerk in surprise.
Peter sighed and kissed the top of your head again. âStay here.â
You shifted positions so he could get up. You anxiously chewed on the end of your thumb as he opened the door. There were only a handful of people that knew where Peter lived so it almost had to be Chris. Hopefully, he wasnât still angry with you.
âCan I helpââ Peter cut off as Chris pushed his way into the apartment.
He looked upset. Good.
Okay, that was mean, but at least you werenât suffering alone.
Chris had turned to look at Peter as he entered so he didnât notice you. âI canât find her anywhere.â He raked a hand through his hair while Peter scowled at him. âI fucked up. I didnât mean to yell at her, but she scared the shit out of me. You have no idea how close she was to losing her head. Literally.â
That earned you a glare from the werewolf.
âSo your solution was to tell her to quit trying to help before she got someone killed?â Peter asked, his attention back on the hunter.
Chris flinched. âYeah, well, it sounds bad when you put it like that.â
You frowned. âAnd how else would you put it?â
He snapped around, his eyes going wide when he saw you. Immediately he was across the room and on his knees in front of you. He grasped your hand in his and kissed the back of it. âI am so, so sorry, baby. I just canât lose you. I donât think Iâd survive it.â He glanced at your other boyfriend. âYou didnât think to tell me she was here?â
Peter smirked as he took his seat next to you. âOh, I thought about it. Then I decided against it.â
Chrisâs shoulders went tight with irritation. You tugged on the hand he was holding to get his attention. âHe had to watch me cry. It didnât hurt you any to run around town for a while.â
âFair enough,â he agreed immediately with a nod of his head. He lifted your hand and kissed your wrist this time. âI am so sorry. I didnât mean it. You are far more help than you probably realize. I just want you to be safe. I was mad at the situation and I took it out on you. Iâm sorry.â
You studied him for a moment reassuring yourself that he meant the words. Finally, you pulled your hand from his and stood. His shoulders slumped as he believed you were rejecting him.
You placed your hand beneath his chin and tipped his head backward to press a kiss to his forehead. âStay. Watch a movie. Iâll get the popcorn.â
He grinned and when you went to kiss his forehead again, he shifted so your lips met his. You lost your footing when he tugged you into his arms and you found yourself back in your seat on the sofa. After a moment, you pulled away with a soft smile.
Peter rolled his eyes as he stood with a smirk. âJust stay here. Iâll get the damn popcorn. I need a drink anyway.â
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Teen wolf question
I have a question about teen wolf and i need help answering it. I thought about it and now Iâm so interested in the answer and itâs driving me crazy that i donât know
So you know if they kill an innocent person their eyes turn from golden to blue well if they kill an innocent person before they turn are they automatically blue or what
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Hey, I don't know if you still up for it ot whether you have some rules about requests, but I've seen your post about doing Peter Hale x reader and others. And I'd really like to see your general dating headcanons with Peter Hale or Chris Argentđ
I've got so many ideas for a Peter Hale series! I hope to start posting it eventually. I will gladly do a dating headcanons for him. And I'll throw in Chris too. Everything here will be safe for work, of course. Enjoy!
Dating Peter Hale
He was so scared to tell you the truth about what he was, but when you found out, you didn't care.
He loves showing off his money. Expect expensive gifts.
But he's not a fan of huge crowds, so no big fancy dinners. He much prefers to eat in private with just the two of you. Or maybe at some small place.
Does NOT like candle lit dinners. Nor a yule log at Christmas. Or grilling out.
You and he learn how to cook together because he's so used to just buying all his meals. There's a lot of burned chicken, but also a lot of joy and laughter and making out in the kitchen. (That's why it burned.)
He's very touch starved. When you first start dating, he flinches every time you touch him. It takes some time, but eventually he can't keep himself from reaching for your hand or laying on your shoulder. He's heavy but you're fine with it.
He wants to make all the plans so you don't have to worry about anything. Just trust him to know what's best.
If you have family, they probably aren't too fond of him. He brings expensive wine to get-togethers though, so that might put him in their good graces if they like that kind of thing. If not, he'll depend on his usual charms. It might take awhile, but they'd eventually accept that he's here to stay.
Expect calls in the middle of the night. Or he might just show up. He doesn't sleep well and he needs comfort from the nightmares. If he hasn't slept the night before, he will curl up in your lap on your sofa and sleep. Stroking his hair really helps. When he's truly comfortable with you, he's prone to just falling asleep just so long as you're somewhere nearby. He especially likes to nap while you're driving.
Loves to just walk with you in the woods.
He's surprisingly knowledgeable about furniture and helps you decorate your house or apartment.
He wants everyone to know that you belong to him. He purposefully nuzzles into your hair to leave his scent on you. He loves giving you his jacket too. All the werewolves in town know you're taken.
Despite his bravado, he's constantly worried that you're going to leave him. He needs regular assurances that you love him.
He gets jealous easily. Your guy friends might wanna watch out. And you might have to have a long talk with Peter and get it through his head that they're not a threat to your relationship. Once he's 100% sure, this calms down. But he still doesn't like men fliting with you.
You help him rebuild his relationship with Malia and he loves you even more for it. The three of you sometimes get together and do dinner. You're there to console her when she and Scott break up and you have to keep Peter from going to LA and trying to kill Scott for a third time.
He constantly brags about having you to Derek and anyone else who will listen.
He will listen to you rant about work and the people that bother you. Then he'll offer to take them out. You assume he's joking, but sometimes, if they really upset you, he totally means it.
He will show up at your work and pester you. It's distracting, but you love seeing him.
His name for you in his phone is "My Queen".
He gives great skin care advice and has a wonderful sense of fashion. Also knows all the best hair care products. He loves to take you shopping for new stuff and buys everything. He gets broody if you won't let him shower you in gifts.
Sometimes when he's emotional, his eyes will turn blue and he will turn away because he's worried about scaring you. When you kiss him despite his fangs, he knows you truly don't care. You're even kinda into it much to his amusement.
If he upsets you, expect a huge vase of flowers. If you're not a flowers person, he gets chocolates or some kind of jewelry. He knows he can't buy your affections, but that isn't going to stop him from trying. He will eventually give a proper apology, but he hates admitting that he was wrong. Consider yourself lucky if he does.
Dating Chris Argent
He's the sweetest thing on the planet. His tired blue eyes and sad smile make you melt every time.
He lights up every time he sees you.
He lets you pick where you go to dinner, though he usually surprises you with a home made meal. This man can cook and you love it.
Brings you coffee or hot chocolate almost every morning.
Mows your grass and fixes your car for you without being asked.
You like to watch him clean his guns after a mission.
Sometimes comes home with some pretty gnarly wounds. You always clean him up and make him promise it won't happen again. But it keeps happening anyways. He hates to make you worry, but he has a job to do.
Early in your relationship, he constantly tries to run. He's afraid that if you love him, you'll die like everyone else has. It takes you awhile, but you eventually manage to convince him that you're not going anywhere.
Date night is just diner and a movie on his couch. He's not a fan of hanging out in public. But he will go to the park with you on sunny days. If you have an interest in guns, he'll take you to a shooting range.
He likes to just dance with you around the kitchen when he's in a really good mood.
He takes you on trips to France after you've been together for awhile, and shows you all the best places away from the crowds.
If you have any family, they are wary of him at first, but then they love him. He's so respectful. Your mom wants you to marry him tomorrow.
He has some trouble sleeping and can often be found sitting on his back porch, having a beer at night. If you show up, he finds it easier to get some rest.
He will always do his best to keep you safe. He might even train you how to fight if you ask.
If he does train you, you like to distract him while sparring by kissing him. It works every time.
He often has Scott and his friends over for dinner. You love having so many fun people around.
In a perfect world, Isaac comes and visits often and once accidentally calls you mom. Chris thinks it's hilariously adorable.
If he upsets you, he gives a sincere apology. You can't stay mad at those sad blue eyes no matter how hard you try.
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Teen wolf characters when you get badly hurt
Includes: Peter, Derek, Jordan, Noah, and Chris.
warnings: near-death experience, being captured, nearly dying, getting hurt, swearing, death.
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[Peter]
When you run into Peter after an attack, which left you bleeding out, Peter's first thought is to go after who hurt you.
-When you pass out in his arms from the blood loss though, he changes his mind.
-Tries to heal you, but it doesnât really work for some reason, but it does help enough to ease the pain.
-Will hide his tears at first but when he sees just how bad you got hurt, Peter he canât help it.
-Heâs lost too many people, so it hurts more, because he's not sure what he would do if he lost you too.
-Will stay by your side for however long, not caring about anything or anyone else but you.
-'Cause he just cares about you, loves you more than anything.
-Grows so much more protective of you.
-He will also go after who'd hurt you, and he will make them suffer.
-Cracks jokes and does anything to see you smile while you recover.
-Tells you stories to keep you entertained, and doing/getting whatever you want.
"Peter, I can get it..."
"You need to recover, sweetheart. Besides I don't mind."
-Loves just being there for you.
[gif creds: @jothayne]
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Derek:
-When you show up on his doorstep with a broken arm, Derek's eyes widen.
-He'll already be by your side.
"Who did this?"
-Though you admit you have no clue, because the car you were in crashed, but you couldn't see who caused this to happen.
"I'm sorry I wasn't with you.â
-Pulls you towards him gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
-Offers to heal you, but when you convince him it will be okay, he'll stay by your side until you've healed up.
-Finds himself losing sleep even though he knows you're okay.
-He wants to find the person who'd hurt you, but not until he knows you're better.
-Postpones the pack meetings to be with you.
-Brings you what you need, and just helps nurse you back to health.
-Lots of âI love youâsâ and you see more of his soft side.
-He cares so much that he sacrifices his own well-being, so youâll be okay.
[gif creds: @berezneva-tw]
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Jordan:
-When Jordan finds out you're being held captive, and you were hurt, he immedietly goes after you. It doesn't take long for him to find you.
-Once the sick son of a bitch is knocked out, he rushes to you.
"(y/n)!"
-Though since you're out of it, you don't really register Jordan being there.
Still he'll hold you so carefully, too scared to let you go, if he's being honest.
-Blames himself for this happening when it was far from his fault.
-And once you're okay at home, he doesnât leave your side. Heâd taken time off work to be there for you.
-Loves to do things with you that you would normally do like watch a movie, or just cuddle. If youâre up for it, though.
-Likes holding one of your hands, and will fall asleep still holding whoever hand. Which you find adorable.
-Heâs just the sweetest, as always, and will devote all of his time to you.
-Even though you're worried he'd get sick of you, but he could never.
[gif creds: @noeliaanne]
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Chris:
-It's a hunter who shoots you while you're patroling with Chris
-Youâre hit in the side, to be precise, and Chris... Chris is pissed.
-He kills your shooter, immedietly putting his gun away, and rushing to you.
"Sweetheart, hey..."
a hand moving to rip of a piece of cloth, while he presses it down to your wound.
"It's okay..."
-Soon enough you end up passing out from the blood loss, and Chris speeds to the hospital.
Ticket for speeding? Whatever, he'll just pay for it if he gets one.
-Nearly breaks down seeing you this way, and basically blames himself for this happening.
'cause if you weren't there with him, if he hadn't convinced you to come, this wouldn't have happened.
-Doesn't want to lose you like he lost his wife, it would be the straw that breaks the camels back, and he would fully lose it, he's sure.
[gif creds: @bonniebirddoesgifs]
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Noah:
-You're protecting Noah when you're thrown at the wall, and knocked out.
-Noah is in shock, at first, until it pretty quickly disappears.
"You son of a bitch!"
and he aims his gun at whoâd hurt you, ready to take him down.
-That is until Scott appears and does so, before he can. Which he's thankful for because he knows he wouldn't take it easy on him.
-Muttering underneath his breath he runs to you, gently picking you up .
-You're still knocked out, and now you're sporting a cut above your left eye, and a bruise has already formed on the right of your head.
-Forces himself to stay out of shock, as he instead focuses on calling for help.
-During the week that you're in hospital, he finds himself praying.
-That's never really happened before cause he never believed, but he can't help but ask for help.
-He prays that nothing else will happen to you, that you'll be fine, and that son-of-a-bitch will stay in prision. Where he belongs.
[he did kill over ten people, and you might have been next]
-He prays that you'll be okay because he doesn't want to lose you, like he lost...her. He doesn't want Stiles to lose you, either.
-Like Jordan he also takes time of work. Doesn't really care that he's the sheriff because you're more important.
[gif creds: @seven-oomen]
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17
Word Count:Â 3.5K
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her fatherâs sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousinâs, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N: uh oh, things are changing...
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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.
âAre you okay, Derek?â the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. âYou feel weird. Like, distant.â
âIâm fine,â he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. âI just need to make sure youâre home safe before I get my pack.â
âTheyâre fine. Theyâre hiding up in my room.â She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaacâs text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. âBut I need to know what youâre hiding right now because I know somethingâs up.â
âEverythingâs fine,â he huffed. âWhy are they here?â
âI thought theyâd be safe here,â she responded. âDonât change the topic, Derek. You know you canât lie to me.â
âI just⌠we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, itâs for the best.â
The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They werenât exactly in a relationship, but they werenât not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. âI-I-I donât understand,â she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. âI thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isnât exactly ideal, but I didnât think it was going bad.â
âItâs just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),â he sighed. âI have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply donât have the bandwidth to focus on you too.â
âOh, I didnât know I was such a distraction,â (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. âYou know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldnât have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?â
âIt wasnât⌠It isnâtâŚâ He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. âWith everything thatâs going on, I canât risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.â
âSo, everything Iâve done to help you guys out means nothing?â she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. âIâve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think Iâve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.â
âYou have and Iâm grateful,â he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasnât sure would ever be removed. âI just donât know if one day youâll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.â
If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.
âA-are you serious?â (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldnât help the way her voice broke. âDo you really think Iâd be capable of doing something like that?â
âI canât be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you wonât and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. Itâs not just my life thatâs at stake.â
(Y/N) didnât know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasnât talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. âWhat brought this on, Derek?â she asked. âWhat made you change your mind all of a sudden?âÂ
âIt wasnât anything specifically. Itâs just⌠the situation weâre in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that Iâm putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,â he said. âAnd if Scott isnât going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I canât be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.â
 Words died in the girlâs mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. âIs that really how you feel?â (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. âYou once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?â
And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, âYes.â By then, she couldnât hold back the tears, but she wouldnât let him see her hurt. She couldnât keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. â(Y/N)âŚâ
âGo,â she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.
â(Y/N), IâŚâ
âI said go, Derek,â she restated, raising her voice. âYou can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.â
Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. Heâd been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.
As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.
Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.
âLetâs fix up that face,â she said. âWhereâs the first aid kit?â
âUh, um,â (Y/N) cleared her throat. âThereâs one under the kitchen sink.â
âLetâs go.â
The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didnât throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.
Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.
âThis is gonna sting a bit, okay?â Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. âDo you need something to bite down on?â
âNo,â (Y/N) smiled softly. âGo ahead.â
The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Ericaâs soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. âThere,â Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. âThe wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.âÂ
âThanks,â she said. âYouâre good at this.â
âIâve had one too many falls not to be,â the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. âItâs actually the reason Iâve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.â
âWhy canât you?â
âAt first it was because I was so behind in school, Iâd never get the grades to get into a good school,â she shrugged. âNow, with the whole werewolf thing, I donât think I could.â
âWhy not? I think now itâll be so much easier for you,â (Y/N) offered. âNow, you donât have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, Iâm sure any school would be begging to have you go there.â
âI donât know,â the blonde sighed. âI guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I donât think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, itâs the fact that Iâm part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.â
Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. âYou know this is going to end someday,â she tried to comfort her. âWeâre gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life wonât always be like this.â
âHow can you be so sure? Something tells me thereâs always gonna be something in this town,â she chuckled dryly. âThe only way to go back to normal is to leave.âÂ
âIs that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?â
âI mean, itâs a plan,â she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). âI didnât think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that Iâll be caught, the fear that Iâll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didnât really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.â
âI think thatâs the first time youâve ever complimented me,â (Y/N) chuckled. âDonât know how I feel about it.â
âDonât get used to it,â the girl grinned. âBut seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.â
âYeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,â she sighed. âEspecially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.â
âAnd he doesnât whisper in yours?â
âGod no. I donât think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.â
âOoh, family drama?â
âNone that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dadâs past,â (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. âAlso, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but itâs hard.â
âAnd you believe him?â Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadnât noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. âDo you really believe heâs on our side?â
âHe helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I donât think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other handâŚâ
âCanât stand us?â
âYup.â
âWell, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.â
âHey,â (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. âThatâs my mom youâre talking about.â
âNo offense,â Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. âBut seriously, I donât think Iâve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). Iâve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you donât deserve that. So, Iâm sorry.â
âAm I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.â
âOh, come on,â she chuckled. âIâm trying to be serious hereâvulnerable. I am grateful for what youâve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didnât have to.âÂ
âWell, you got the bitch part down, I didnât think I needed it, too,â (Y/N) grinned before she took Ericaâs hand and smiled warmly. âBut it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.â
âI think that would be great,â she beamed. âIâve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.â
As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. âWell, look at these two fraternizing,â Isaac told Boyd. âNever thought Iâd see the day.â
âI would be rude not to when itâs her house,â Boyd shrugged. âWhich, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We havenât really received any other instruction from Derek.â
âYeah, and I donât think you will anytime soon.â
âWhat do youâŚ?â Isaacâs words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)âs bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. âWhat the hell happened?â
âAh, just a small run-in with Jackson,â she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldnât worry about her. âIâll be fine. I just donât heal as fast as you guys do.â
âHow serious was the cut?â Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. âWas it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.â
âIt wasnât deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. Sheâll be fine.â
âDude, calm down,â Boyd chuckled. âSheâs tougher than she looks.â
âThank you, Boyd,â she smiled toward the boy. âI really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.â
âYeah, itâs all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,â he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. âI canât believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.â
âAnd risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,â she reprimanded. âAs a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I donât wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?â
âThanks, (Y/N),â Boyd smiled. âWeâll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.â
âYeah,â she scoffed lightly. âAnd if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, Iâd greatly appreciate it.â
The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)âs room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.
They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chrisâ house and that heâd keep her posted on anything that would be going down.
âI donât understand what happened, Isaac,â she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. âEverything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?â
âHonestly, I wish I could tell you,â he said. âBut Derekâs not one to really talk about whatâs going on in his head. The only time heâs ever been nice to me is when youâre around. Heâs quite a dick when youâre not around.â
âBut heâs still your alpha.â
âItâs not like there are many options here,â he chuckled. âAnd I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadnât been for the bite, Iâm pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worseâŚâ
Isaac couldnât bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.
âIâm sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,â she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. âAnd Iâm sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.â
âI think you came at the perfect time,â he smiled softly. âJust long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.â
âYou know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.â
âWell, those people would be wrong,â he chuckled. âBut you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.â
âWould you have, really?â (Y/N) mused. âWould you have given it all up?â
âI think so,â Isaac shrugged. âI mean, people around us donât seem disturbed by whatâs going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.â
âNot funny,â she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. âBut the supernatural does suit you.â
âIt does, doesnât it?â
âOh, calm down, Lahey.â
âIâm just kidding, Argent,â the boy laughed. âAs for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.â
âSomething feels different this time, though,â she sighed. âI donât know what it is, but somethingâs just off.â
The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.
Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.
He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasnât by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didnât trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)âs?
By the time he had reached his familyâs house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didnât know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)âs side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and heâd be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, heâd just have to stay away.
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Cosmic Chaos
Chapter 22
Earlier On
âIs there is reason why you have this haunted look on your face?â Dean Winchester asks Sheila Bennett, Sam Winchester his younger brother who eyeing the ancient book that Sheila set on the car hood.
âI am sure that you know that wendigos donât usually bite someone in order to transfer its soul to next victim.â
âUnless itâs felt threatened.â Dean completed looking more puzzled at the words.
âAnd it just doesnât bite one but two, and does this ever happened when the two of you went hunting wendigos?â
âHow did it know we were coming.?â
 âIt wasnât afraid of us.â Sam speak up making Dean turns to him, the youngest Winchesterâs points at now opened book, there a figure of women with a crown on her head on the next page are the manuscripts that related to the figure.
Sheila sighs whispering your name âit knew her presence. Her powersâŚ...she herself should be myth, her raw power could obliterate universe she doesnât know how much power she holds within her. the chaos magic seems bond with her. and that not just itâ she turns the pages pointing at a picture of bird that looks like phoenix with burning fire wings.
âWhatâs that?â dean ask leaning down towards the book to take a good look with squinted eye scanning the figure.
âI have no idea; would you believe me if I say when I was looking to her magic something akin a shooting star come right into my ritual and chaos magic and whatever this is started repel each other until its started co exit right when she came in.â
Dean exhales âI think I would.â Dean cross his arms âHow does this even a problem though. If the power chooses her, a power that something beyond our sense, it might have reason, right?â
âIf a wendigo could sense her presence and knows about her existence, about her power it might be trouble.â Sheilla objected looking away from the book with her hands curling into her palm.
Sam shakes his head âIâm sure she can handle them plus her friend is werewolf and you would there too, But the problem is if she does not choose right path, we might big problem though.â
Dean shrugs âI might only know her for few hours but I can say, sheâs far from evil.â Sam nod
âShe wonât hurt anyone with her power but what if some situations arise, where she has to bend her morals.â Sheila says quickly âchaos magic something I never dealt with, its legend I fear I might not able help her at all.â
âLike when she knows youâre going to die?â Sam said though it sounded like question its was statement.
Sheilla knows that itâs the truth, what you saw was her fate Sheila Bennett is going to die soon and thatâs how it should.
Dean and Sam stay silent because they know they have no right to say in this when if one of them had the fate the other would go to hell and back to save one another, they know they would bend their morals for each other, sacrifice in order to save each other.
âWouldnât you do it.?â Sam argued with certainty in his eyes âwhat if she and you were to switch place wouldnât you do the sameâ Sheilla doesnât have a response to his questions. What can she say if she said yes that would wrong and right and if she says no that would be equally wrong and right considering who she is.
âSamâ dean shakes his head at him.
âNo dean, you would do it for me and I would do it for you, there is no denying that.â He proclaimed âfearing her would only complicate things, she needs you more than ever so I recommend that you would come clean to her.â
Sheila takes in Samâs proposition, would she do it will her morals allows her to do so, witches are the protecters of nature and you defy nature by merely existing.
âShe doesnât need anyone that fear when she or us doesnât even fully know what she is . what she need is someone to relay on.â Sam eyes were watery when he ended his words, he doesnât know why the slight thought of someone viewing any less than you made his heart ache.
Present
Derek eyes follow his uncle peter with glare as they walk towards their home, peter feet had a bounce in his heel humming a Godâs know what song, the mere sight of his uncleâŚpsychotic uncle annoyed him more than anything that he feels like the three of you were far better and bearable.
âYou know, I think you actually burned a hole on the back of my head with all your glaring.â Peter glance back at his nephew with mock sadness on his face.
Derek stops in his tracks âYou wonât have scott on your side if you threaten them.â
 âYeah, but being an alpha you have to show that youâre one but it didnât go well. You know I wasnât planning this to go this way.â He sighs âI wasnât expecting her to be there, I thought we meet at hospital considering thatâs where we first meet. But she keeps defying my predictions.â
Derekâs jaw clenches as with his hands in his pocket he glances away from his uncle before speaking âWhat do plan to do with her.?â
 Peter turns to derek with a fake innocence look on his face âOh, me. nothing.â Derek speeds towards his uncle hands on peters throat his nail digging into flesh, he is slammed to near tree.
âTell me, now.â Derek demanded his eyes changing a low snarl leave his lips.
Peter lips curled into a smirk âI was wondering how you had gone soft after what happened, but I think I know now.â He kicks derek sending crashing to few feet away.
âIsnât she something else.â He grins feeling more amused at derek confused look âplease donât tell you think sheâs just a witch. I thought you were smarter than this.â
He walks towards him crouching down next to derek âShe is far more than just a witch derek. And seems to me she knows who caused the fire all those years ago. thatâs something very interesting isnât it.â
Peter stands up with smile, derek stands up âSheâs not some puppet that you can use.â Derek yelled.
âNot a puppet but she would make good pup though. She has the potential. âHe teased leaving derek stand with dread settling in him, what does peter knows about you that he doesnât even know.
You did not think this through at all, as promised Chris Argent drives you to home the two of you sits in silence.
âYou look like you wanna tell me something.â Chris argent said glancing at you.
You perk up âHuh, yeah. You know my grams sort known as a witch, right?â He nods âwell yesterday me and grams went to a filed tripâŚ.and we meet the Winchester brother and along the conversationâŚthey said you guys were Hunters.â Chris hands tighten around the wheels.
Not exactly the truth but some times lying is alright and its not the time to reveal your powers.
âHow much do you know about whatâs happening here.?â Chris questioned without looking away from the road.
âNot much, just that there is werewolf, an alpha going around killing people. and youâre looking for it and a beta, and that you think jackson is one.â you shrug Chris let out a humorless laugh.
âThat is basically everything. â Â Â
You nod hands molded into fist in your lap âif he is one, are you going to kill him.?â your voice came out as whisper barely audible but the silent surrounding made your words audible to Chris.Â
With perplexed look on his face Chris turns to you, fear and concern evident in your eyes for the male in question he sighs âNo, we have code. We are not going to hurt a teenager. You donât need to worry about your friend.â
âWhat If one of you broke the code.â The car comes to halt, for some reason Chris feel this as fact not a simple what if. Questions starts to arise in his mind not even registering you get out the car. Â Â
You lean towards the window ânot to sound ominousness but you should tell Allison about what you guys really are, teenagers donât like secret especially something like this, I know you are trying to protect her but she might not take it that way.â
Without a word you walk leaving Chris perplexed.
You tread inside the house without a care skipping towards the hallway and swing open the door to the room and throw yourself on the bed letting out a loud sigh.
âYou look beat.â Danny chuckle from his desk turning on his chair to face you, humming you close your eyes before opening a yawn leaves your lips.
âHalf dead but still kicking.â
Shaking his head at your words with amusement danny, standing up he goes to his closest taking out a bag walking towards the bed he put the bag beside you, grabbing your hands he pulls you up ignoring your halfhearted protest.
âI was on hunt for costume, along the way I found this. It was too good to leave it there.â He takes the bag and place it on your lap.
You open the bag mouth opening wide when you take out outfit, its looks straight out of anime game armor outfit the golden and red color goes really well together, thatâs not just it, clothing accessories and there is a golden earring as well as hair accessories its truly stunning.
âDanny this is amazing.â You voice was dreamy still taken in the outfit hands tracing the smooth fabric.
âIt could be like red riding hood but sexier and cooler.â Danny sits beside you âabout sexy do you have stiles cousin Miguelâs number?â scrunching your nose at that you try to think who danny is talking about.
âMiguel?â
Danny nods his head âyou know, 6 feet black hair, dark eyes broad shoulders great jawline, clean shave.â
Your lips stretched in to an âOâ shape finally grasping about who he was talking about âOh Miguel! Sorry danny I donât have it, but you know what Iâll let him know.â
He frowns at you falsely âyouâre bitchless.â His lips curling up.
Gasping you hit him âlook whoâs talking.â Scoffing you take out your phone feeling it vibrate it stiles.
âI gotta go, its stiles.â You put the outfit back as well as your phone.
Danny nod walking you out âHey, you have anyone taking you to school Halloween party.?â
âNo, but I did ask Issac. But I donât know if he come thoughâ you sigh opening the door holding the bag in one hand. âYou gotta save me dance whatsoever.â You add with serious face.Â
âYes maâam.â He chuckled opening his arms to hug you, hugging him back with a one last way you walk out straight to stiles home.
STILINSKI HOUSE
You and stiles peek around the corner watching stiles dad going through the case you glance at stiles âAre we sure, we must do this?â
âyesâ
âWhy does feel like we are going commit a crime.â
Stiles shrugs âWell it wonât be first illegal thing we do. Now come on.â He takes hold of your arms grabbing you out before you can escape.Â
You and stiles sit down at the table âWhatcha doing?â stiles ask innocently
âWork.â
âAnything we can help with?â you offer with an equal innocent smile Noah looks up at your voice eyes narrowing at you. he shakes his head he turns to stiles
âYou know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice.â He said before going back to the papers.
âAny leads?â you glance down at the papers while stiles pour the drink.
âYou know I can't discuss that with you.â while Noah was distracted stiles pour the drink almost at the brim.
âOkay. There you go, Dad. Bottoms up.â You and stiles watch Noah drown the drink still focused on the papers, you glance nervously at Noah.Â
âYou know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot--Hale of a lot...?â his words start to get slurred making stiles complete the sentence
âHell... Yes... He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.â
 Stiles incredulously yells âHow do you not have a picture of him?â
âItâs the weirdest thing... It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two laser-beams were pointing at the camera.â You glance at the photo and heâs right derek face isnât on the picture the only way you know itâs derek is because of his stupid black jacket.
âWeird right.â
Noha nod before closing his eyes âOh, my God... Ohhh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of thatâ"
âDad, it's us we not gonna say anything. Come on!â
âSee, the thing is, they're all connected... I mean, the bus driver that got killed? He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale House Fire.â
"Terminated under suspicion of fraud." You read out loud handing the paper to stiles
âExactly.â
 âWho else?â you and stiles ask curiously at the same time making Noah look at the two of you before letting out a laugh.
 âThe video store clerk who got his throat slashed? He's a convicted felon-- history of arson.â
âWhat about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?â stiles ask. You lean back in your chair crossing your arms over your chest.
âPriors all over their records, includingââ
âArson, they all had something to do with the fire, that burned the Hale house.â Stiles glance at you as you speak.
Does that mean what you saw was truth?.
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crawling out of the woodwork to share this idea that's been plaguing me for about a week now...
I just can't stop thinking about Theo walking into a room to see Y/N on their phone- and I mean that's not really strange in and of itself but the look of concentration is just astounding, so he gets curious obviously and just...
"what are you looking at?"
And Y/N without missing a beat, not even looking up, just answers: "oh i'm reading werewolf p*rn."
Because the thing about a/b/o fics is that they don't really apply to what we know of the werewolves in Teen Wolf, but there's just enough commonality that I think, even if you don't actually read a/b/o fics irl, it's easy enough to rationalise you stumbling across them in universe, and I feel like if you apply the context of Teen Wolf to finding a/b/o fics, it just gets a little funny?
Also, bonus if, say, 20-30 minutes later Scott or someone walks in just to find Y/N in the same position, but this time Theo's leaning over the back of their chair, reading over their shoulder with furrowed eyebrows and just...
Scott: "What are you two looking at?"
Theo and Y/N, deadpan: "Werewolf porn."
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Heart of the Ocean đ | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 2
Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf
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Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x vampire!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton.
Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, and murder | female!reader (she/her) | ws: 6.4k
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Premise: with the riddle solved the pack now have to face the truth their English teacher is not who they thought she was. To find out whoâs responsible for the chaos in Beacon Hills they have no choice but to confront Y/n about her identity and nature. Even if it could cost them their lives.
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Scottâs eyes were on the clock, flickering over to Stiles who wore an expression similar to his. Filled with unease and wondering if what they were about to do was a mistake. The minutes were ticking away as the school day approached its end. Glancing to Allison and Lydia in the front of the classroom he could see in their neck and shoulders how tense they were, Allison nervously chewing on the tip of her pen. All throughout the lecture none could stay focused. Not when the person teaching had a harrowing secret they were about to confront.
How would she react? Better yet, how were they going to even breach the subject.
Scott could see them fucking everything up in the blink of the eye. He couldnât help but recall Peterâs warning from the night before. âVampires can be hostile creaturesâespecially if they havenât fed for a while. They can go maybeâŚ.weeks without drinking blood before they start to lose their control. Considering Lorettaâor should I say, Y/n, has been in Beacon Hills a few months I can only assume she is getting her blood by some other means than preying on its citizens. Still, approach her with caution if you decide to confront her. If I was a 130 year old vampire who was a wealthy socialite that survived one of the most famous shipwrecks in history and was being hunted by my creatorâŚwell letâs just say I wouldnât let you leave still breathing.â
The more the seconds ticked by the more Scott was regretting the plan. After much debate the pack wanted to get to the bottom of everything quickly and that meant confronting Miss. Andrews at school. Which was very unnerving. Discovering she was a vampire only made her more intimidating after already establishing herself as someone who came off as unapproachable. Though they had few interactions, Scott found Miss. Andrews to possess an aura that reads, âbetter to wonder in silence rather than search for answers.â Appearing no older than the age of thirty, sometimes sheâd say words or phrases that made her seem much older.
Thankfully their English section was the last period of the day. Isaac wasnât in the class but he had Miss. Andrews that morning and kept his eyes out for the necklace, however, he was unable to tell if the woman was wearing it.
The Heart of the Ocean.
What led them to her.
If she was wearing the necklace it had to have been beneath her high collared shirt that was paired with a black blazer and dress pants. Now knowing what they know, they realized Miss. Andrews always wore clothing that was sophisticated and concealed her neck area. Whether it be a turtleneck or a collared shirt, they wondered why they hadnât found it odd before. California was hot even in the early months of the yearâespecially in April as they approached summer.
Peterâs words echoed in Scottâs mind, âVampires are cold-blooded creatures. The warm weather has little effect on them and though the glimmer acts as a camouflage to other supernatural creatures it doesnât change their nature. Theyâll be cold to the touch. Faster than the speed of sound. Stronger the older they are. And some even have little gifts that separate them from others.â
âGifts?â
âAbilities. Very rare among their kind but those who possess them are more enhanced in every aspect than others. Iâve heard stories about one who can read minds. An oldâŚacquaintance, of mine said he once encountered a vampire who could compel anyone to do anything for them. Letâs hope neither your killer or his little creation have any talents. Otherwise your odds of coming out of this in one piece are going to be very low.â
The hairs stood on the back of Scottâs neck when LorettaâŚY/n⌠passed him as she walked in between the aisle of desks. It was like his senses were trying to warn him despite his others unable to detect she was not human.
âWhat people fail to understand about Romeo and JulietâŚâ Loretta moves between Lydia and Allison, missing how both girls tense up. âIs that it is not a romance despite having a prominent theme of love thorough out the play. To be considered a romance it must have what you would call, âa happily ever after,ââŚâ Turning to face the class, Loretta leans her back against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Scott almost perches up, straining his ears to see if he could pick up movement around her neck.
Her eyes scan across the room, lingering on Scott and Stiles when they quickly look away, âSpecifically for the protagonistâor protagonists in this setting. Romeo and Juliet die at the end of the play, therefore there is no happy ending. Yes, their families end up putting past their differences due to the loss of their loved ones. But the protagonists did not get to ride off into the sunset and live out their lives in peace. So the more appropriate term for the play would be a tragedy. A genre focused on human suffering and sorrowful events that happen to the protagonist. And as we have learned these past weeks, Shakespeare was known for his tragedies. Romeo and Juliet is just one of his manyâMacbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar to name a few.â
There were only two minutes remaining in the class. Scott tapped his pen against the book anxiously, eyes back on the clock as Siltes sent him another look. Isaacâs scent soon filled his nostrils, indicating he was outside the door. And glancing over her shoulder, Allison gave a slight nod of, âitâs gonna be okay,â to try and ease his nerves.
âTragedies can be inspired by an array of things,â Loretta moved her arms so her hands were clasped in front of her. Again, Scott couldnât help but listen for the rustling of jewelry. All he got was a usually steady pacing of her heart. If that even was her heart.
âPersonal lives and historical events.â Lydia and Alice glance at each other as do Scott and Stiles. âThey dive into the catharsis of their audience. Bringing pleasure through pain because we as humansâ,â the teens share another look, âcannot help but find a sense of enjoyment in seeing the main character fail. Witness their downfall. Does that say something about us in how we view others?â The question was rhetoric, Loretta watching the students think in silence before shrugging. âThat is for you to decide.â
*ring* *ring* *ring*
In a hurry students gather their belongings and make their way out the door. For the four teenagers planning to stay they are slow in their movements.
âDonât forget tomorrowâs quiz is on Act five,â Loretta shouted lightly, pushing off from the desk only to walk around it. âThen we will begin our unit on Poe so be sure to have your textbooks with you.â As Loretta starts to erase the chalkboard the teens draw to the back door of the class to make it look like they're leaving but really they stop once Isaac enters. Then with a nod, âletâs do this,â they make their way back into the classroom.
Reaching the front row of the desks, the sound of Stiles bumping into a chair catches the womanâs attention, turning to face the group with perplexed eyes making them freeze like deer in headlights.
âWell hello,â Loretta places the eraser down, surprised to see five of her students behind her. âWasnât expecting you all to stay after the period ended. Everything alright?â She connects eyes with all, sensing their distress.
Scott is the first to speak, âWeâre sorry to bother you when youâre busy, Miss. Andrews,â he felt his heart pick when he nearly addressed her by her real name. âWe were just wondering if you could help us with something.â
âIs it about tomorrowâs quiz?â Loretta is calm, collected, and shows no signs of nervousness. âBecause unfortunately if thatâs the case I canâtâ.â
âItâs about our history project,â Allison cuts in, causing the boys to give her a look that read âwhat are you doing?â She gives a smile when Loretta tilts her head.
âAre you asking me to read over your report? Check for any grammatical errors? That I can do for you if you have a rough draft.â
âNo,â Lydia rubs her neck, watching Loretta take a piece of chalk in her hand while bidding a glance at her lesson plans on the desk. Lydia licks her bottom lip, âmore like we would like some advice if we have the facts right on it.â Loretta makes a sound between a laugh and scoff.
âI think youâre better suited asking your history teacher,â she raises her brow at them. Her heartbeat is steady against Scottâs ears, the werewolf catching Isaacâs eyes to see he heard the same. âIâm afraid my knowledge on whatever the topic of your project is will be limited compared to your teacher.â
âActually,â Scott swallows, âWe think youâre the best person there is to help us.â
Lorretta makes another sound, smirking lightly like the teens were humoring her, âOh really?â Chalk in hand she faces the board to begin writing Fridayâs plan. âWhy is that?â
âBecause itâs about Titanic.â
Instantly they watch her hand stop mid air, clutching the chalk in a grip theyâre afraid it was going to snap in half. In fact, it did break in half. Not even two seconds after the words leave Scottâs mouth, however, her hand remains in the air. A slight tremor replacing the chalk as it clunks to the tile floor.
Silence fills the room as all time stops. Loretta was paralyzed where she stood. Back facing the group where they couldnât see her face. But considering she was frozen like a statue, it wasnât difficult to assume she had the same expression they did when they saw her picture the night before.
Scott takes a hesitant step closer, tone cautions as he mutters, âY/n.â Her low gasp fills his ears, physically reacting to the name. Behind him the others tense, Isaac consciously moving closer to Scott as Stiles pushes the girls back. They all wait for her next move.
âY/nâ.â
Slowly her hand comes down, head dipping slightly, âHow do you know?â The question sounded like Y/n knew this day would come. That in a town where supernatural beings resided she was bound to be discovered but hoped it would be some time before she did.
The teens couldnât hold back the shudder when Y/n faced them. Her eyes lacked any color. Pitch black like onyx and void of friendlessness. It made them wonder if she was wearing contacts or the glimmer had seeped away to show what her real eyes were. They prayed for the former, for Peter had mentioned when a vampire was hungry their eyes would darken.
Her jaw clenched and Scott instantly straightened to prepare for any sudden attack. She was stronger than himâhe knew just from Peterâs warnings. While he had Isaac and Allison armed with a silver dagger, they were no match for a 130 year old vampire who could move faster than they could blink. And if she had abilitiesâŚ.they were straight fucked.
Instead Y/nâs voice went low, repeating her question, âHow. Do. You. Know.â
Scott gulped, finding his voice, âStiles,â with his hand out he motioned for riddle. Stiles fumbles through the front pocket of his backpack, finding the paper and passing it over as Y/n stares the entire time. Carefully the alpha drops the riddle onto the desk, using his fingers to slide it towards her and watches as she picks it up. They are silent the entire time Y/n reads the written words, her mouth tightening as though she recognized the handwriting the moment her eyes met the first line.
Her eyes then close when she finishes the final verse. âHeâs found me,â she doesnât need their confirmation, âitâs been him all along.â Him all along referencing the murders. âI shouldâve known.â Her eyes open and lock on Scott, âWhen did he leave you this?â
âLast night.â
âWhere.â
âU-uh Derek Haleâs loft.â
âHale,â Y/n whispers, the name familiar on her tongue. âThaliaâs son.â
âYou know them?â Stiles was flabbergasted. âY-you know what they are.â
âOf course I do,â Y/n sounded offended, causing the teen to wince. âIâve been alive 130 years. I knew of the Hale pack when Thalia's grandparents were the leaders.â Thereâs a pause as her gaze moves to Scott, âAnd I know Scott is an Alpha. Isaac is a beta. Allison is a hunterâpart of the renowned Argent family,â there was a hint of distaste behind Y/nâs tone causing Allison to stiffen. Y/n rests her eyes on the redhead before ending with Siles, âand Lydia is a banshee. But you are the only human, Mr. Stilinski. Which might I say is quite the surprise.â
Stiles scratches his neck, âR-really?â
âYes. Usually humans donât last long with supernaturals. Wouldâve thought youâd be a beta by nowâseeing that your best friend is an alpha.â Seeing his friends become uncomfortable with the assumption, Scott switches the subject.
âNext week is the anniversary of Titanic sinking,â her expression instantly changed. âYou were there.â
âI was,â it came no louder than a whisper, a distant look within her eye indicating Titanic was still a painful memory for the woman. âAnd you know thenâfrom this,â she holds up the riddle, âWhat I am? What I do?â
Each of them nod, âwe do.â They still couldnât wrap their heads around it. That their English teacher, of all people, was an immortal who was aboard Titanic.
âAnd youâre not running for the hills,â she hums, not sure whether to find them idiotic or courageous. âHow interesting.â
âWell when you live in a town like Beacon HillsâŚyou try to get used to it,â Stiles shrugs, a little terrified when Y/nâs expression reads that of, âyou think youâve seen it all? You have no idea what else is out there.â
âThis is how we found youâŚ.â Lydia removes the printed article with the picture of Y/n wearing the necklace. Handing it to the woman, Lydia sees her face soften, eyes lingering on the pictures of her with Theodore and Benjamin.
âForgot this existed honestly,â Y/n mutters, finger brushing over the image. âItâs the only picture we ever took as a family. And this one,â she points to the one of only her, âthis was the first and last time I had a portrait done.â A hand comes up to her neck area, all eyes following the movement where they watch her remove the Heart of the Ocean from beneath the material. It was more exquisite in person than they imagined. A stunning blue diamond in the shape of a heart surrounded by white diamonds and all along the chain.
No wonder she kept it hidden. Anyone wouldâve been drawn by the beauty of the jewelry if they were to see it. Then of course there was the tiny fact it was worth 350 million dollars and the link to her past.
Y/n lets out a pained chuckle, âIâm impressed you managed to piece it together. So quickly might I add.â Her finger runs along the surface of the diamond, âbut then again, Heart of the Ocean is not something you hear everyday.â
âItâs the source of your glimmer, isnât it?â
Y/n narrows her eyes at Scottâs question, âHow do you know about the glimmer?â
Stiles is the one to answer, âDerekâs uncle seems to know everything about supernatural creatures. He was the one who figured out you and your creator were vampires. Then he explained how you were able to pass as humanâwhy they wouldnât be able to pick up on your scent.â
âHe said vampires will sometimes wear enchanted jewelry,â Allisonâs gaze went back to the necklace, flicking back to Y/n who had straightened her posture, âThat Druidâs can make it so youâre not affected by the sun and give off a human scent. He suspected the Heart of the Ocean was it for you.â
Once again Y/n appeared impressed, âwell he was right. Which is unfortunate for me,â she mutters almost annoyed, eyes going back to reread the riddle. Scott leans more against the desk.
âWe need to know who is doing this, Y/nâLoretta, if thatâs what you prefer,â he corrects when her hand flexes. âAnd why. He gave us this riddle to find you and now that we have we have no idea whatâs gonna happen next. Do you have any clue why heâs doing this?â
Y/n let out a loud exhaleâprompting Scott to remember it was for show since vampires didnât need to breathe. Having to put up the facade of being human for so long likely had the mannerisms come naturea. The riddle drops onto the table. âHis name is Sebastian Lavigne. Donât bother trying to find him on the records of passengers aboard that nightâ,â Stilesâ hand pauses as he jots down the name. âSebastian didnât have a ticket. He was a stowaway who snuck aboard when the ship docked in France. Disguised himself as a crew member so he wouldnât get caught.â She paused to sigh again, âQuite frankly Iâm not even sure if thatâs his real nameâheâs likely going by another alias.â
âKinda like you?â
Y/n made a face at Stilesâs question, but answered nonetheless. âIf you havenât noticed, Mr. Stilinski, I do not age. If we stay in a place too long people start to suspect, therefore we have to move consistently and with that comes an identity change. But I always knew him by Sebastian though to the public he went by a different name. And so did I,â she glances at photos of her. âI couldnât go by my real name after Titanic because of who my family was and everyone thought I was dead. Then of course the fact I was now a blood-sucking creature.
âSebastian is a deceitful man. And this riddleâ,â a finger aggressively hits the paper a few times, âis just one of his many games. He knows exactly where I am and only did this to mess with you. Probably because he knows youâre onto him. He wanted you to figure out what he was. Leading you to meâŚit was to warn me heâs coming.â
Lydia tenses, feeling a wave of dread course through her, âwhy is wanting to find you?â Y/n crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at the floor.
âBecause heâs angry I left him. That I broke away from him. Vampires are usually nomadicâhardly ever join up together. Kinda like how werewolves have packs to make them stronger, wellâŚ.a group of vampires would decimate anything that stood in their way. Sebastianâs a man who desires power,â Y/n rubs her hand on her forearm. âAnd together we were powerfulâespecially with our gifts.â
âGifts?â Scottâs heart skipped, thinking of Peterâs warning. âYou both have gifts?â
âYes,â Y/n didnât sound proud of it. âSebastian can compel you to do anythingâyouâve heard of him,â Y/nâs shoulders slumped at their reaction.
Stiles flexes his hand, unease in his voice, âPeter told us about a vampire like that. Said he knew someone who encountered them. Is he the only one who can?â Y/nâs nod of confirmation only increases their anxiety.
âAs far as I know, yes he is. His gift is powerful, but it only works close range. Meaning in order to be affected you have to be directly in front of him. Sebastian has to stare into oneâs eyes to compel them,â Y/n glances to her feet again, âbut once he does they have no choice but to do what he says. And combined with mineâŚ..â she shudders, making them frown. âNo one could stand a chance against us.â
âWhat can you do?â Allison asks, a little unsure if she even wanted to know.
âMake you see anything I want. Whether it be tapping into your memory or my own, I can conjure illusions. Illusions derived from your greatest fear causing you to become incapacitated,â everyoneâs demeanor became that of concern. âAs you can imagine it came in handy when traveling with Sebastianâespecially against our enemies,â Y/n comes around the desk so sheâs closer to the group, âor more like his enemies since it was always him who had to instigate conflict.â
Lydiaâs eyes draw in suspicion, âWhyâd you leave him?â It was the question everyone wanted the answer to. And Y/n didnât appear happy to answer it.
âHeâd been keeping things from me. During my time with Sebastian he liked to isolate meâkeep me from interacting with others of our kind. He didnât want me to know I could feed without preying on humans. Or about glimmer which is why I spent most of my days locked in doors and only came out at night. He kept me from my son,â her lips tightened, âI understood why at the timeâŚbut then I found out his motives.â
The air thickened in the classroom.
âThings that could have made my fate turn out different than what it was,â her voice turned cold, eyes darkening even more. âYes, he pulled me from the water that nightâŚbut he didnât have to turn me into this to save me. There was another way and he chose to turn me for what I was worth to him. So when I found out decades later the truthâthat he had turned me for his own selfish gain. Robbing me of the life I could have had with my son and familyâŚâ
Y/nâs hand moves to the jewelry on her neck, âI found the closest Druid I could find and had them enchant this. That way heâd lose my scent and be unable to track me.â Her hand comes back down with a sigh, âBut somehow he always manages to be a step ahead of things.â
âHow long ago did you escape him?â Scott wonders aloud.
âForty years ago.â
Stilesâs jaw drops, âHeâs been hunting you for four decades?â
âLikely so. With me he was more powerful. With me he was more rich,â Y/n explained, tone bitter with each word. âShortly after we returned to New York he compelled me into robbing my own home. The amount we stole still hasnât run dryâat least not for me,â a tinge of a smirk indicated Y/n left him with nothing when she escaped. âSo I wouldnât put it past him for devoting this many years to find me. But itâs not to get me into his good graces, no, he wants to punish me. And the best way to punish me is to play games like this,â lightning fast her hand grasps the riddle and crutches it between her fingers. âTo cause chaos and hurt innocent people because he knows how much I hated it when we did. The murders. Leaving you this riddle. He wonât stop even after heâs got what he wants.â
Scottâs shoulders drop slightly, âAnd what does he want?â
âTo kill me. Scott,â Y/nâs words send a shiver along his body. âIâve made a life of myself without himâone where I try everyday to make up for the things I did with him. Preying on humans. Torturing the minds of those Sebastian hated. He wants me to feel that shame and regret before he finishes the job. Because thatâs what he does, however, now that heâs brought you all into his game thereâs not going to be an end until heâs satisfied. Once heâs through with me you will become his prime source of entertainment. Or, heâll see you as a benefit and want to corrupt you. Just like he did to me.â
Silence fills the room as the teens take in the new information. All deep in thought wondering what to do or say next. The reality of Sebastianâs cruel nature and games proves beyond their expertise. They werenât sure exactly how to go about it. Finding Y/n was the first step, but from what sheâs told them it would not be enough.
Heâll still kill. He might even target them nextâespecially if they refuse whatever offer he could be planning. Y/n didnât have to go into detail that Scottâs status as a True Alpha with a pack of unlikely allies would be something Sebastian would want to control.
And with his gift of compellingâŚ.
âWe need to know what he looks like,â Scottâs the first to speak. Determination fills his gaze, âHeâs got the advantage right nowâa-and if heâs glimmered like you then heâs probably been passing as human.â He turns to Y/n, pleading with her for help. âYou said you can show illusions. Ones that can be from your memoryâcan you show one with him?â The sound she responds with is one of defeat.
âHe compelled me, shortly after he turned me, to erase his image from my memory because he was paranoid about us running into vampires who could read minds or Druids who could make me tap into my subconscious.â Everyone deflated at the news, but then Y/n perked up causing them to do the same. âButâŚ.he when did, he only said, âfrom this moment on.ââ
Scott took a step closer, eyes full of hope, âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means I can show you,â Y/nâs voice is low and tainted with slight dread. âI can show you the night he turned me. The night Titanic sank.â
Later that evening the pack gathered at Deatonâs clinic. It was just after sunset, around 8pm and some were starting to become impatient.
âIs she coming?â Peter grunted from where he stood leaning against a wall. âOr was this all a distraction.â
âSheâs gonna be here,â Scott insisted, eyes narrowed slightly. Truth be told he was starting to worry. Y/n had promised sheâd be at the clinic by nightfall but had yet to show.
âWell the clock is ticking,â Stiles fiddled with his fingers nervously.
Allison looks at the man beside her, who was checking to see if his gun was loaded with the proper bullets. âYou know you didnât have to come, dad.â Chris raises a brow, putting the safety on and placing the weapon back in its holster.
âAnd leave you and your friends alone with a gifted vampire whoâs the reasons a psychotic one is causing hell around town? Not a chance.â
âHave you ever hunted one before?â Her voice drops to a whisper, though it doesnât do much for those with enhanced hearing. Derek, Peter, Scott, and Isaac heard the question loud and clear.
Chris shakes his head, âNo. Theyâre rare and not many are in Americaâbut your great-grandfather came into contact with one in the fifties. Left us with what to do if we ever dealt with one.â
Allison gives her father a look of warning, âYou canât hurt her, dad.â
âIf she gives me a reason to, I will.â
âShe wonât,â she presses, aware Scott and Derek had their eyes on them. The former looked anxious.
âYou donât know how unpredictable and manipulative vampires are, Allison. None of you do.â
âSheâs been in Beacon Hills for months. We asked her how she gets her blood and she said sheâs been taking bags from the ERânot feeding on the townâs people,â the teen pleads, surprised with herself for defending Y/n so easily. Maybe it was the fact the vampire had been robbed of her life that made Allison sympathize. Or because she could feel the anger and fury Y/n had for her creator that she believed Y/n would stop at nothing to take him down. âAnd she hasnât given any reason for us to believe sheâs been working with Sebastian. She hates him, dad.â Chris doesnât appear convinced.
âShe was with him for sixty yearsâ.â
âAnd sheâs been without him for forty,â Allison cuts him off, promptly ending the argument. Another minute passes before all freeze at the sound of Deatonâs door chime ringing. Motioning with a hand, the doctor enters the lobby where he is met with a woman wearing a tan trench coat and boots. She spun around when she heard him approach, allowing Deaton to see the stunning jewelry around her neck. Instantly he felt the magic running through it.
âYouâre the Druid,â were the first words from her mouth. âScott told me about you.â Deaton offers a small smile.
âYou must be Y/n,â when she visibly reacted to the name he apologized, âIâm sorry, would you prefer to be calledâ.â Her hand lifts to stop him.
âNo, no. Itâs fineâIâm just getting used to hearing that name again. Itâs been so long since anyone other than ....â She trails off, not wanting to say his name. Deaton understands with a light nod, moving to open the gate.
âYou donât have to explain. Please, come in.â
âDid Scott inform you what to prepare?â She asks as she passes, receiving a nod from the man.
âYes. Iâm quite familiar with its effectsâbut I made sure to not make it too strong.â Leading Y/n into the back room, she stills at the sight of those she didnât recognize, namely the man beside Allison and the two leaning against the wall. Everyone straightens when she arrives and her eyes go straight to Scott.
âYou didnât say weâd have guests.â Her tone is weary, making Scott move closer to show her it was okay.
âThatâs Derek Hale and his uncle Peter,â a finger points to the two, glaring when he notices Peterâs eyes linger on Y/nâs figure. While he couldnât blame him given Y/nâs striking beauty there were more important matters at the moment. âHeâs the one who helped us figure out what you were.â He hears the woman make a sound similar to âhmphâ, causing Peter to smirk and give a mock wave. Scott rolls his eyes, motioning to Chris, âAnd thatâs Allisonâs father, Chris Argent.â
Y/nâs expression tightens, appearing slightly uncomfortable with the lineup. Four werewolves, two hunters, a Druid, and a banshee? Vampires were strong creatures but even they could become intimidated. âQuite the party we have going on then.â
Stiles clears his throat to appease the tension, âuh what took you so long?â The question snaps Y/n out of the intense staring contest going on between her, Peter, and Chris. She removes her gloves to place them in her pocket.
âWell considering Iâve been out of practice I needed a pick me up to ensure my power would be at its best,â lips curl up, almost menacing which has Chris inch his hand closer to the holster. She sees the gesture and raises a brow in challenge, âDonât worry, hunter. I didnât sink my teeth into anything other than a donation bag.â She pays no mind to his glare, instead removing the Heart of the Ocean from her neck.
When Y/n does this a new smell enters the room right as the unusual steady pacing of her heart stops beating. The aroma is overbearing with vanilla and lavenderâeven for those without an enhanced sense of smell. For the werewolves, they perked up as they had never smelled anything so delightful.
âYou smell that?â Y/n closes her eyes as she drops the necklace into the other pocket.
âYeah.â Scott takes another waff of the scent, turning to her only to draw back in surprise when she opens her eyes to reveal deep red eyes replacing the color they once were. The lights from above almost made them glow. âWoah.â From behind Scott the others react to the changes of Y/nâs appearance.
Stiles and Isaac had to do a double take to make sure what he was seeing was real. Lydia and Allison shared a glance, both shuddering when Y/n made eye contact with them. Chris straightens his posture again, only amusing the vampire and Peter appears rather intrigued.
âVampires have to lure their prey somehow,â She starts to explain. âItâs stronger for you wolves, but even you who are not are drawn by it. Makes you want to get closer, huh?â Y/n steps away, moving towards Deaton who reappears after going to the back closet to retrieve an object resembling a goblet.
âI canât hear your heart anymore,â Scottâs tone is laced with confusion at the sudden decrease of heartbeats in the room.
âYou never did. It was an illusion from the glimmerâso any creature I come into contact with would think Iâm human. My heart stopped the night I turned,â the smirk she wore fell to a tight frown, âit wonât ever beat again.â
An eerie silence fills the room, her words lingering in the air. No doubt causing suspicion now that they were aware Y/n could lie and they would have no way of knowing. She couldâve been lying about everything honestly. Now they were left to wonder if any of what she said before was true.
But why would she lie? Sheâs made it awfully clear of her resentment for Sebastian.
The attention goes to Y/n as she removes the scalpel from Deatonâs tray and raises it to her palm. âW-whatâwhat are you doing?â Stiles nearly gags when the skin breaks and a dark liquid like blood flows from the wound. It spills into the goblet, where a smell that could only be described as death replaces the once vanilla aroma. Deaton begins stirring the substance with a spoon while Y/n explains.
âAs Iâve mentionedâŚâ The cut disappeared without a trace not a second after Y/n lifted her hand away from the goblet. âI haven't used my power in agesâand while I fed earlier it may not be enough for it to be at its full potential. So to do this I need to remove any mental barriers from your mind.â
âAnd we have to drink your blood for it to work,â Peter rolls his eyes at how ironic it sounds, âhow fitting.â
Y/n narrows her eyes at the man, âIf youâre worried about it becoming a vampire you need not to worry. Thereâs no venomâthat only comes from a bite. Sound familiar?â The air becomes thick and Scott moves between the two when Peter's eyes flash blue.
âWhatâs it going to do, Y/n?â
The vampire takes the goblet from Deaton, passing it to the teenager first, âOpen your mind. To do so my blood is mixed with decade old sap from the Nematon and a rare form of wolfsbane. Youâll feel some discomfort,â she points out when all the wolves instantly become hesitant at the mention of wolfsbane, âbut it wonât kill you. I need your mental state to be vulnerable. Ignore the smellâI know itâs revolting but itâll taste like dry, bitter wine.â
Scott stares at the goblet before taking it in his hands. Inside the contents was a dark liquid with a smell that made him want to gag. He couldnât help but ask Deaton, âYouâre sure about this?â
âIâve never worked with this before but I know someone who has. Itâs potent but short lasting and wonât affect you once itâs out of your system in a few hours.â Deaton gives a look of assurance, âYou might feel a pressure in your head thatâs like a headache.â
Y/n adds on to the vet, âthatâs so show your mental walls are dropping. But like your emissary said itâs temporary. Allowing me enough time to show you my memories in the form of illusions. But I must warn you all,â she pauses to glance at each of them. âMy illusions are like vivid dreams. Where it feels real. Your body will remain paralyzed here, but your mind will be somewhere else. Not only will you see what I have to show you,â Y/nâs entire demeanor becomes serious once more. âYouâll be able to hear everything. Feel everything. The sun's rays. The cool breeze. The freezing watersâŚ..It will be as though youâre experiencing it in real time.â
Thereâs a pause, letting the reality sink in on what the vampire was implying. âMy question isâŚ.are all of you wishing to see what I have to show you? Now is the time to step out if youâre having second thoughts.â When no one objects, despite all looking relatively nervous, Y/n clasps her hands in front her. âWell, Scott, start us off.â
âWe all have to drink it?â Stiles cringes when heâs passed the cup, Scott letting out a gag after the taste hits his tongue. Y/n smirks as she nods.
âUnless you would like to sit this out, Stiles, then yes.â Groaning, the teen plugs his nose and takes a swig before handing it to Isaac. Even after taking several gulps of water the awful taste of iron and wood remained.
One by one each person took their turn of downing the potion, with Deaton as the last one to do so. Within seconds it took effect, the most notable sign being the headache forming. Then a light feeling started to swirl all along their body. Like they were on cloud 9.
âIs this what itâs supposed to feel like?â Derek moaned, squinting when the light suddenly started to become brighter.
âYouâll get used to it in a moment,â Y/nâs closes her eyes, taking a deep breath despite not needing one. It was mostly to calm her nerves as she allowed the memory dug deep within her mind to surface. A moment later the warmth of the sun hit her skin. The smell of fresh paint and sea salt filling her nose. And the sound of a ship's whistle and people shouting echoed in her ears.
The others gasped, making Y/n open her eyes where she found them all, mouth agape and eyes bulging as though they couldnât believe what they were seeing, staring at whatever was behind her. And when she turned around, Y/nâs lips curled up into a sad smile.
Seeing the ship of dreams again after decades filled her with an emotion she couldnât describeâshe couldnât imagine what the pack were thinking. Probably wondering if it was a dream and theyâd wake up any second. The memory was as clear as the day it was madeâeverything around them was exactly like it was that bright sunny Wednesday afternoon.
It was like they traveled back in time to April 10th, 1912.
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Gif drabble with Chris argent reader and peter hale
I love this Gif. It's so sweet. Sorry it took me a bit to get to. Enjoy!
Morals
Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader x Peter Hale
You hadn't seen Chris in over a week and your heart was aching. Part of you wondered if he'd ever come back to the two of you. You knew Peter had to be hurting just as much but he hid it well, insisting on comforting and caring for you. He continued to assure you Chris would return soon and everything would go back to normal.
You'd been injured. Worse than ever before. The only chance for your survival was the bite. Chris had refused, said it wasn't their decision to make. Peter argued you wouldn't want to leave them. Any of them. Scott agreed and bit you as you clung to life in your hospital bed.
Chris hovered at the edge of your room as they waited to see if you'd live or die. When you began to heal, he'd walked out of the hospital and no one had seen him since. Not even Allison, if she was telling the truth.
This was the first time Peter had left you alone since you'd come home. Not that there was much choice. You were in desperate need of groceries plus he needed to see the family attorney about something. You made yourself comfortable on the couch to binge watch your current obsession. Somewhere along the way, you drifted off to sleep.
You startled awake when a body nestled between your legs. Arms wrapped around your waist as a head rested on your chest. You sucked in a breath when you realized it was your hunter instead of the werewolf you were expecting.
You hesitated only a beat before running your fingers through his hair. "I missed you." Your voice was soft, betraying none of the tears you'd cried since he left.
He turned so he was looking up at you, his chin resting on your chest. Those piercing blue eyes searched yours. "I'm sorry, baby. I needed to leave."
You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Are you that upset that I'm a werewolf?"
A beautiful smile curled his lips. "You're alive. How can I possibly be upset by that?"
"Then why did you go?" you asked with a frown.
He pursed his lips as he thought of the best way to answer. Finally, he gave a little shrug and turned his head to lay his head back down. He nuzzled against you and tightened his hold. "I went hunting."
Your frown deepened even as your fingers resumed playing with his hair. "What?"
"You didn't think we'd let him live after what he did to you, did you?" Peter answered for him.
Your gaze darted to the voice to find your other love leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. "We?" You licked your lips. "You knew where he was this entire time. Why didn't you tell me? I thought he hated me."
Chris scoffed. "Not possible."
Peter arched a brow. "I told you he loved you as much as ever and he'd be home soon."
You tossed your hands in the air in annoyance. "I thought you were just trying to make me feel better. I didn't think you actually knew anything."
He smirked. "We flipped a coin at the hospital. Heads meant Chris stayed with you and I went after the asshole. Tails meant the opposite."
"Why didn't you just tell me?"
Peter stepped closer. "Sweetheart, you may be able to kick some ass--and god, it's hot when you do--but your morals aren't quite as loose as ours. You can't get mad at us for killing him if you never got the chance to tell us not to."
You shook your head. "I don't think that's how that works, but okay." You tugged at Chris' hair. "And you. You could have called."
"As soon as I heard your voice I would have turned around and come back home." He kissed your stomach. "It needed to be done, baby."
"Not arguing with you, Argent. Just clue me in next time and don't disappear like that again."
Both men looked at you in surprise. You rolled your eyes. "My morals are looser than you think."
Chris grinned while Peter laced his fingers through your hair. He tilted your head back and kissed you soundly on the lips. "We'll keep that in mind, sweetheart."
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Little Argument
Tags/Warnings: Smut, 18+, Peter/Masc!Reader/Chris, (masc words used for reader but no genitals specified), threesome, handjobs, facial, praise, spitroasting, face fucking, creampie
Notes: This idea came into my head and just wouldn't leave me alone until I'd written it
The argument had been so completely ridiculous, but who were you to argue with where itâd gotten you? With a pillow beneath you, you knelt between Peter and Chris, one dick in each of your hands.
The three of you had been relaxing together, all doing different things but enjoying companionable silence. Theyâd reconciled after Chris had apologised on Kateâs behalf, and now were friends again like theyâd been once upon a time. Except, this time you completed the trio, rather than them being an unstable duo.Â
That instability between them was what had caused the argument between them. It was small and petty, more funny than anything else, and so of course youâd chimed in.
âMine is bigger.â You hadnât been paying enough attention to know why Peter had been prompted to make that claim.
âNo itâs not.â Your head swivelled as each of them spoke, like you were at a tennis match.
âOh, it definitely is. Youâve no idea just how gifted I am.â
âI think I have an idea, and mine is bigger.
âI could check.â You offered with a cheeky smile, shrugging innocently as you closed the book youâd been reading to give the two men your full attention. You hadnât meant it of course, at the time.
âHow would you do that?â
âWell, naturally the best way is Iâll get on my knees between you and have one in each hand. Itâs the only reasonable method.â
The men had made eye contact, and suddenly your words had come true.
Somewhere in all the movement and stripping youâd told them that yes, enthusiastically yes you wanted this. Now you were stroking them both, alternating between which dick you sucked and licked for that little bit of extra pleasure. Neither of them had stripped, just unzipped their trousers to free their cocks, meanwhile you were entirely naked. After all, you didnât want your clothes ruined when they came.
Peter grunted while Chris just panted. Someoneâs hand was in your hair, but you couldnât be sure who it belonged to, though it was a welcome addition to the entire thing. You almost wished you could kiss them, but you couldnât bare to move away from their cocks until they were satisfied. You felt so small kneeling between them like this, and fuck you were throbbing, but your pleasure came secondary to theirs in that moment.
âSuch a good boy, fuck.â Peter muttered, and your stomach churned with heat, only more eager to please with the praise given to you. You could feel eyes on you as you sucked one of them down to the hilt, surprising them both no doubt. The hand in your hair tugged you off the dick and forced you to look up at them.
âDo you like to be praised, sweetheart?â Chris asked, and you could barely nod with the grip in your hair - now you knew it was Peterâs hand - but you tried anyway. You wanted to get back to their pleasure, back to making them feel good.
âSo darling. Go ahead, make us feel good.â Peter cooed, releasing your hair only to be rewarded with your lips wrapped around his dick immediately.
âThatâs it. Suck him, sweetheart. Why donât I fuck you in the meantime, hm?â You barely processed Chrisâ words, but you trusted him enough that you didnât care what he was doing. He wouldnât hurt you.
Chris knelt down behind you, then wrapped his rough hands around your thighs and lifted you up over his hard, leaking cock. Youâd made it plenty slick with your mouth, so he only needed to stretch you for a short while before he was pushing inside you, making you moan around Peterâs dick. Fuck, he filled you up so well, and being fucked while you had another dick in your mouth just.. Did something for you, apparently.
His thrusts started slow, but quickly became faster and harder, eager to fill you while Peter covered your face.
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Youâre taking us so well.â Chris mumbled into your ear, voice breathy, which only served to turn you on more. You were going to cum from him fucking you, you could feel it, and you certainly did not mind.
âDarling boy, you look so pretty like this.â Peter said from above you, and you couldnât help flicking your eyes up to look at him. Your sinful gaze brought Peterâs hand back to your hair to push you further down on him. After being given just a short moment to adjust, Peter began moving your head, fucking your throat to find his own pleasure. Both men were using you, one from each end, and youâd never felt bliss quite like it. You could think about nothing other than them, their cocks, the pleasure they were giving you, and that you were giving to them.Â
Peter came first, releasing your hair to pull out of your mouth, he panted as he stroked himself quickly. Just a moment later, he was releasing, him coating your face and starting to drip down from your chin to your neck. Youâd closed your eyes just in time. Chris didnât take long to follow behind him, fucking into you roughly until he pressed deeply inside you and filled you up.Â
You couldnât think of a better way to have resolved the argument.
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Protectors- magic bullet
Derek hale x reader
Hi ok so this took so long to wright omg, anyway I hope you like it there's not a lot of moments between Derek and reader but I added a more at the end
Ps (Her healing looks much like Derekâs except the color.)
Y/n stood behind Derek as he bent down looking at a drop of blood. âDo you know whose it is?â She whispered, bending down behind him. âNo, itâs like the scent is coveredâ he whispered back. The pair heard something causing them to look around on high alert. Y/ns senses were more heightened than Derekâs in times like these. Y/n turned her head forward seeing the alpha climb the side of the building across from them. Seeing this she sprinted towards it assuming Derek was right behind her, she was right. She knew when she saw Derek running right beside her jumping over objects trying to catch up to the alpha. They climbed to the roof of a random building and Derek sniffed the air trying to catch its scent while y/n tried tracking its energy. Y/n jumped to the next roof about to start running after the alpha again but before she could a gunshot rang through the air causing her to turn to where the sound came from only to see Derek fall back and off the roof. Y/n quickly ran to the edge of the roof and muttered a spell to somewhat break his fall.
Once y/n saw that he was on the ground and alive she jumped off the roof using the same spell she used on Derek to break her fall. Once she landed she ran to Derek who was perched up against a random building. âDamn it Derekâ she whispered shouted as she reached him falling down to her knees lifting up his sleeve to see the bullet wound letting out some sort of a blue smoke. Derekâs face winced in pain as he leaned his head back against the building. âHere let me try and take some of the painâ she whispered, grabbing his arm but before she could mutter the spell Derekâs other hand slapped hers away âno donât you're gonna use too much energy.â He huffed out. Y/n looked at him as if the was the dumbest thing she had ever heard âyou do know it is my job to protect the people I live and you are at the very top of the list right?â She asked before putting her hand right back in the place it was causing him to glare at her. âGlare all you want to wolf man weâre not leaving until you let me take some of your pain awayâ she said muttering a spell causing her eyes to glow the vibrant purple and purple lines began to flow up hers and Derekâs arm. His tense body relaxed at the feeling of relief. âCome on we gotta go before whoever shot you comes to finish off the jobâ she said before helping the wounded werewolf up.
Time skipââââ
It is now the next day school had just let out and Derek and y/n met at the back of the school. âSo did you find him?â She asked Derek who was very ill looking. He leaned up against the school building ânoâ he huffed âdid you?â He asked. Yn sighed worried âno but I did find out heâs going out to Allisonâs today, she may have the bullet in her house, considering Kateâs hereâ she mumbled the last part but she knew Derek heard her. âWhat?â His head shot up at this. âOh nothing, just your physic ex-girlfriend is in town. No biggieâ y/n sassed finding her nails interesting. She then shook her head and helped Derek up as he now could barely walk without any assistance. âWhatever weâll talk about this when you're not on the brink of death, plus school just let out so they should be in the parking lotâ she said. When they reached the Parking lot they stopped right in the middle of the road when Derek unexpectedly collapsed bringing y/n with him. She heard a tire screech and a âJesus these guys are everywhereâ coming from inside she immediately knew it was stiles and she let out a breath of relief. âDer you gotta try and control your shift if not that then your eyesâ she whispers as Scott and stiles came running from beside stiles jeep âwhat are you doing hereâ Scott asked. âI was shotâ Derek said, breathing heavily. âHeâs not looking so good dudeâ stiles says to Scott
âHe can't, I've been trying to heal him all night, it was a different kind of bulletâ y/n spoke up from behind him. She was behind Derek keeping him upright. âA silver bullet?â Stiles asked, leaning forward a bit. âNo you idiotâ âwait, wait, thatâs what she meant when she said you have 48 hoursâ Scott said in recollection. âWha- who said thatâ y/n asked, her voice stern. âThe person who shot himâ Scott replied. Before y/n could say anything Derekâs body tensed and his eyes shifted again. Scott looked around in panic âwhat are you doing stop thatâ he said. âThatâs what Iâve been trying to tell you, I canâtâ Derek growled. âDerek, get upâ Scott commanded. People around them started to get impatient honking their horns ready to leave the school.
Stiles helped Scott lift Derek off of y/n and put him in stiles jeep. Y/n grabbed Scottâs arm âScott I need you to find out what bullet she usedâ y/n commanded voice stern. âHow the hell am I supposed to do that?â Scott asked. Derek spoke up from the jeep âsheâs an argent, sheâs with themâ. Scott looked at Derek âwhy should I help you, y/n Iâd help but why you?â He asked. At this y/n pushed Scottâs shoulder back becoming defensive âbecause you need him I can only teach you so much, but if he dies, I will kill you myself, and it will be a slow and very painful deathâ she threatened. âFind the goddamn bulletâ she ordered. Scott looked at her for a second âfine, Iâll tryâ. At this y/n smiled and patted his shoulder muttering âgood choiceâ and got into the jeep and stiles took off. Stiles drove impatiently as he called Scott repeatedly. He turned to Derek âhey- try not to bleed out on my seats okay? Weâre almost thereâhe says. Y/n perks up at this and Derek asks the same question she was about to ask âalmost where?â. Stiles sighed and looked at y/n through the rear view mirror and said âto your houseâ. âWhat no you canât take me thereâ Derek says. At this y/n looks at him in confusion âwha- I canât take you to your house?â Stiles asked as if he had just heard the dumbest thing in the world. âNot if I canât protect myselfâ he said âumm excuse me?â Yn spoke up from the back âI canât leave you to protect us both y/nâ Derek says rolling his eyes âhun Iâm literally made to protect multiple beings at once⌠itâs my job, but if it makes you feel better fineâ she mumbled the last part.
Stiles speaks up from the driver's seat aggravated âso what happens if Scott doesnât find your little magical bullet hmm? Are you dying? '' he said, waving his unoccupied hand. âNo I have a last resortâ he said. This was news to y/n so she leaned forward âcare to fill me in on itâ she asked as Derek pulled up his sleeve. Upon seeing the wound stiles gagged in disgust turning the car engine off âoh my g- is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.â He said disgusted using his arm to cover the view of the wound. âStart the carâ Derek growled. âI don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.â Stiles threatened with a boost of confidence. Y/n sat back entertained by her boyfriend and brother bickering with each other. âStart the car or Iâm gonna rip your throat out⌠with my teeth '' Derek threatened. Y/n almost laughed out loud at the look on stiles face as he cranked up the engine. Y/n sat for a second before a sharp pain pierced her brain causing her to let out a gasp and pulled into a vision.
âY/nâ she heard her voice being called as she looked at her surroundings but she couldnât see anything just plain white. âWhoâs there?â Y/n said taking a defensive stance ready for anything. âCalm down childâ the voice said. âWho are you? What do you want from me?â She asked. âY/n Iâve been waiting to speak with you, your mind is very strongâ the voice said. âYeah itâs like that for a reason, who are you?â She asked again, still looking around, âI don't have a lot of time, your mind will only allow it for so long, listen, protect those around you. But donât get pulled into ill intentions.â The voice said. âWhat the hell does that mean?â She asked. âLanguageâ the voice said slightly louder. âSorry?â Y/n said. âWhat does that mean? Who around me has ill intentions.â She asked. âDonât let the need for power cloud your judgmentâ the voice said. Y/n shook her head confused just as she was about to ask another question she was pulled out of the vision
When she opened her eyes she saw stiles pulling into the animal clinic, âwhat the hell are we doing hereâ she asked. âScott told me to take you here, never mind that, what the hell happened to you?â Stiles asked. âA vision?â She replied looking down thinking about what the voice said . âYou get visions?â He asked surprised. âItâs been a long time since Iâve had one but this one was differentâ hearing this Derek turned to her and asked âdifferent how?â before she shook her head dismissing what he had just asked and got out of the jeep and helping Derek out and into the vet.
Once settled Derek took his shirt off making stiles Gag once again at his wound âokay, you know, that really doesnât look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldnât take care ofâ he said covering his view of the wound y/n was looking around for anything that could possibly help Derek âif the infection reached his heart itâll kill himâ she said opening a drawer filled with herbs. âPositivity just isnât in your vocabulary is it?â He asked exasperatedly. âIf he doesnât get the bullet in time- last resortâ Derek said, looking like a small gust of wind could knock him out. Y/n turned towards him still not aware of this âlast resortâ so she asked âyou ever plan on letting me know what this âlast resortâ is?â While folding her arms. âWhat she saidâ Stiles said, mentioning to the girl behind him. Derek pulled a tool out and placed it on the table âyour gonna cut my arm offâ he huffed. At this the two groaned stiles in distress and y/n in annoyance.
âWhat if you bleed to deathâ y/n heard a very faint heartbeat getting louder. She walked out of the room and to the entrance of the clinic she saw Scott on his bike. At the sight y/n let out a breath of relief abt he had been holding in since Derek had been shot but she was still afraid that it wouldnât work. Scott jumped off his bike and ran through the door of the clinic âY/N? STILES?â He yelled y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room where stiles was holding the tool to Derekâs arm âI leave for five seconds!â Y/n yelled, taking the tool from stiles. Stiles sighs in relief âoh thank godâ he says âyou just prevented a lifetime of nightmaresâ.
Derek looks at Scott âdid you get it?â He asked and Scott pulls out a bullet and gives it to Derek who immediately itâs the tip off and pours the gunpowder on the table before collapsing to the ground. Y/n ran to Derek's side and stiles to the other âoh god is he deadâ stiles yelled in distress. âNo he passed out you idiotâ she said, placing her hand on his chest to send a to his heart hoping it would wake him up and it did. Derek sat up immediately and stood up using the table to keep himself stable. He grabbed a lighee and put the flame up to the powder and blue smoke evaporated from the powder making the powder now available to heal Derek so he took it in his hand and put it into his wound making him from to the ground writhing in pain while shifted. Y/n found the sight hot but she wouldnât comment on it⌠right now.
After about seven seconds Derek was finally healed and the color returned back to his face. When y/n saw that he was completely healed she went to hug Derek but Scott cut her off ranting about Allison and the argents making y/n roll her eyes and groan âam I ever gonna get my boyfriend back to myselfâ she mumbled leaving the two. Stiles followed behind the girl and asked if she needed a ride soon after hearing Derek was taking Scott somewhere. The girl took his offer and let him drive her home where she waited about an hour for Derek to return.
Y/n was standing in the mirror when Derek entered the room sighing. âYou leftâ he said. âYeah well you had a date with Scotty boy and I was tired soâŚâ she replied turning towards the man âa date huh?â He teased grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him smirking. âYes, a dateâ she said, biting back a smile. They stared in each other's eyes for a second before Derek leaned down and kissed y/n softly. She bought her arms to wrap around his neck kissing back. He pulled away, putting his forehead to hers. She smiled looking into the green eyes that she had grown to love so deeply âI was really worried you knowâ she said. âI know, but I also know that you wonât let anything happen to meâ he said, meaning every word. And he was right, y/n would give her own life to save anyone she loved, especially him. âLetâs get some sleep, after you take a shower because you stink, stiles wasnât lyingâ she said the last part before running out of the room knowing the mention of stiles aggravates Derek because in his words âI have had enough of stiles for a lifetimeâ. About an hour later Derek entered the room with his hair wet and in sweats. âIt seems like youâve been shirtless all day.â Y/n teased. Derek payed down next to y/n âdonât act like you donât like seeing me shirtless.â He said. âOh no I love seeing you shirtless, you should have seen yourself when you were healingâ she said, raising her eyebrows smiling. Derek turned towards her in astonishment âare you saying Iâm hot when Iâm in pain?â He asked smirking âwhaaat nooo I would neverâ y/n said dragging out her words. âI was in pain y/n!â He said incredulously. âI know but I canât help it⌠you were flexing your muscles and everythingâ she said sheepishly âgo to sleepâ Derek said still in disbelief making y/n let out a laugh. âOk seriously Iâm tired goodnight derâ she said and he replied with a good night.
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Y/N: âI want you Peter. And I know you and Chris want me too. So, just take me already.â
Peter: âYouâre playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. Once youâre in, thereâs no going back. You sure you want this?â
Y/N: âIâm sure.â
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Teen wolf characters: they save you/help you
Includes: Peter, Jordan, and Chris
Warnings: swearing, blood, death
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Peter:
"No."
Peter can hear your heart-beat begin to slow- your breath shuddering, and the blood...there's so much blood.
"(y/n).", and, for once, the man is at a loss of words. Trudging- limping- towards you, he makes his place next to you. Hands moving to press down on your stomach- the blood coating his hands.
"Peter?"
but you're so weak. Unable to keep your eyes open long- only glimpses of Peter in your vision.
"...it's me sweetheart. I'm here."
Hunters. They're the reason for this. They'd been after Peter, when you'd been there. With no hesitation one of them shot you before Peter could even stop them; he'd been forced to watch you get shot.
"It will be okay..."
Through half-lucidity you place a hand on the left side of his face. Smile growing on your lips;
"...I know it will be, because you're here."
In another situation he would find this adorable, but right now, it only emphasizes more the urgency of the situation. He needs to heal you, and quick.
Looking back at you with kind eyes- only you're ever witness to- Peter sucks in a deep breath, letting the healing begin.
Through this whole process you are fighting back the urge to fall asleep 'cause if you do you'll probably die. No you are able to force yourself to stay awake until he's finished healing you.
When the healing is over Peter feels light-headed, but apart from that, he's okay. He pulls his hand away, and glances down at you.
"...see..."
Then, he stands with his arms already wrapped around you holding you close.
"...you're alright..."
He glances down at you just in time to see you drift off. Relaxed- in no pain- but fine. You're okay. He lets go of the breath he'd been holding.
Pressing a soft kiss to your head Peter falls into a step, heading off to find the others.
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Jordan
You hadn't seen it, but now as Jordan is unaware of the debacle you have yourself in, you're forced to stand there.
Bear trap. It had been hidden so well that no one, not even your werewolf friends, would have been able to notice it.
"Jordan...?"
Heart racing at what feels like a million miles an hour; but you force yourself to remain strong. Jordan stops, and turns, his eyes soon falling on your panicked face.
The deputy tilts his head, confused.
"Everything alright (y/n)?"
Sighing- shakily- you look down.
"Not really, no..."
Jordan follows your eyes- they fall on that device- and then his heart stops.
"Shit..."
Tucking away his gun, he slowly approaches. Bringing himself into a kneeling position to search for the instructions; different trap, different instructions. he has dealt with this before- last time things went...differently.
"Okay..."
So while he finds the instructions and reads over them you have to stop yourself from freaking the hell out. You trust Jordan- of course you do- but anyone with their foot stuck in a trap would feel this way. And with your heart racing as fast as it is you swear you'll die of a heart attack instead.
"Okay..."
He looks up at you- the fear on his face, evident.
"...okay when I tell you jump out of the trap and I'll grab you."
"Okay..." with a small nod, you force a smile on. "Okay Jordan. I trust you."
The deputy nods, his eyes flicking back to that lever. Jordan nods to himself, brngs his hand to the levers, and then turns it.
"Now!"
You jump out of it, like heâd said to, and Jordan grabs you. *bang* the trap goes off mere seconds later. You're fine, though- no broken leg.
"Thank god..."
A weight lifting off both of your shoulders; you practically lose strength in your legs Jordan being the only one keeping you upright.
"Thank you Jordan..."
He nods, not letting you go.
"You're welcome."
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Chris:
The moon looms above, providing you with light, while you trudge through the woods.
Chris is behind you, one hand on his gun, while the other rests by his side.
"...how long now?"
With your own weapon out and ready for if anything were to happen, you're soon joined by Chris. Who looks ahead, but also glances at you from time to time.
"A few more minutes."
Hunters, as always, have been causing some trouble for the pack. You and Chris had decided to go and scope things out, see how many of these hunters there are.
"...you sure you want to stay?"
"I'm sure."
You soon fall into a silence, some glances spared between eachother every so often. Sure you'd rather be spending your friday night doing anything other than this, but at least when you've dealt with these hunters, you can ensure the safety of the others.
They may be supernatural's but you and Chris are still the adults [Derek having left a few weeks prior], and their safety is your top priority.
Picking up speed a little you realize you're unaware of the eyes from nearby. A hunter has caught wind of your little 'scoping out mission' and has been following for the past couple minutes. His aim is on you, and then he'll be able to 'take out Chris' next. In this hunter's words 'he's smarter'
Chris says something, earning a quiet laugh from you. Nudging him gently you flick your eyes to the path ahead, again; the hunter gets closer, smirk on his lips, and when he's sure he has a lock on you, he brings his hand over the trigger.
5: he counts down in his head
4: he notes that smile on your lips. It will be gone soon.
3: a small click sounds as he quickly loads in another bullet
2: "You're dead."
1.
*bang*
Gunshot ringing out through the woods. Gun dropping to the ground, the body joining the gun.
Silence...
a breath is let out, and then quick footsteps over to the body. Chris looks at the body...and then he turns to you. You stare at Chris with wide eyes, shock covering your face.
"What..."
"He was going to shoot you."
Chris closes the distance between you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Letting out another breath you'd been holding you place a hand on top of Chrisâs shock still on your features, but also relief.
"Thank you."
He hides his fear, that he had nearly missed that Hunter. Chris nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"You're welcome."
The two of you soon continue on, but you notice Chris become more protective.
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Magic Bullet
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Chris Argent was on his way out the front door when the two girls, both looking tired, appeared at the top of the stairs.
âWhatâs going on?â Allison asked her father, while Y/N inspected the duffle bag he had over his shoulder. She immediately tensed.Â
âYour aunt Kate texted. Sheâs having car trouble,â Argent smiled at his daughter. Y/N could tell the smile was fake. She frowned and leaned her head to the side a bit, while she raised an eyebrow at the man downstairs.
âCar trouble?â She asked. Chrisâ lips twitched as he kept the smile on his face.Â
âYes. A flat tire. Why donât you two go back to sleep? You have school in the morning.â Allison nodded and disappeared back into her room, not catching the lie in her fatherâs words. Y/N slowly walked down the stairs so she didnât have to talk loudly and risk Allison overhearing.
âCar trouble, huh? Does the car have a bit of fur, glowy eyes, and fangs?â She quietly asked, grabbing his duffle bag and feeling up the stuff inside it through the cloth of the bag.
âMaybe. Go back to bed. You donât want me to call your brothers, do you?â Argent asked. The youngest Winchester rolled her eyes.Â
âAs if I havenât already called them.â She mumbled under her breath, watching Argent leave.
âââââ
âSammy Iâm telling you sheâs creepy as hell. Not as creepy as Victoria, but the has some kind of bad feeling about her. I donât know how to explain it. She has the vibes of a person that likes to fuck up teenagers,â Y/N was walking to school as she explained to her brother everything about her meeting Kate Argent just a few minutes earlier.
âIt canât be that bad, can it? Anyway, I have some news. Are you ready?â Sam asked. She could hear him talk to Dean about something.
âYeah, I think so. What am I supposed to be ready for?â Y/N looked around and then crossed the road toward a park. She could hear someone say something that sounded like âdo it nowâ and then there was a familiar whoosh of air behind her that made her freeze in place.
âYouâre kidding.â She said, her voice shaking.
âIâm not. He might be kinda⌠Not in the right head space but itâs him.â Sam said before he said his goodbyes and hung up, leaving her to deal with the situation alone. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear and took a deep breath before turning around. And there he stood. The first thing she noticed was the lack of a tie, but after that, he just turned into a blurry figure as her eyes filled up with tears.Â
âCas!â She squealed, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.Â
âHello Y/N,â he said. Y/N wiped her tears into his trenchcoat before looking up at him and touching his cheek.
âOh my god, itâs really you! I- How? When? Why didnât you all call me right away?â She wanted to ask much more but she didnât get the chance. There was a blue jeep approaching. It stopped on the side of the road right next to the park and honked to get Y/Nâs attention.
âOh, thatâs Stiles. Câmon, I have to introduce you two. All Iâm saying is he made me mad a few days ago and is currently trying to make it up. Donât you dare say anything to Dean or he will come here and threaten him with a gun or something,â Y/N grabbed Cas by his arm and pulled him towards the jeep.Â
âIs he your boyfriend?â Castiel asked staring at Stiles through the window. Y/N choked on air.Â
âWha- No. Why is everyone- Nevermind.â She shook her head and smiled at Stiles as he slowly rolled down his window.Â
âHi.â She said.
âHi?â Stiles asked and looked at Castiel.
âHello. I am Castiel.â Cas said, making Y/N facepalm.Â
âIâll explain later. Cas this is Stiles. He is one of my friends. Stiles, this is Castiel. I will tell you more about him when we get to school. We are going to be late,â she checked the time on her phone.Â
âI will get back to your brothers. Pray if you need me,â Castiel said and with a blink of an eye, he was gone. Stiles just stared with his mouth open. Y/N giggled when she saw him and quickly hopped inside the jeep.
âClose your mouth, Stilinski.â
âââââ
Y/N spent the whole day at school with headphones in her ears, ignoring the not-so-quiet whispers of her two friends about who could have bitten Scott if not Derek. She was too happy about Castiel being alive to get herself involved in conversations.Â
At the end of all of their classes, she walked out of the school building listening to Stiles explaining all of Scottâs concerns. So she basically knew everything that happened while her earphones were blasting music the whole day anyway.
âOh- my god!â Stiles suddenly hit the brakes right after they got out of his parking spot.Â
âWhat-â Y/N looked up from her belt buckle. She noticed Derek in front of the car, not looking good.Â
âDammit,â she quickly unbuckled herself and jumped out of the jeep. She got next to Derek just as his legs gave out and he was about to fall.
âCrap, Stiles help me get him inside of the jeep,â she shot her friend a look and started making tiny steps towards the passenger seat. She was holding Derek up by herself until Stiles finally remembered how to function and helped hold him up from the other side. They helped the werewolf up on the seat and Y/N buckled his belt, just in case. She closed the door and then got into the backseat through Stilesâ side. Stiles quickly climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, just when Scott finally decided to show up.
âWhat the hell?â The young wolf asked Derek, who wasnât looking so great.Â
âI was shot,â Derek groaned. That made Y/N lean over to look over the seat. She was trying to find the bullet wound.Â
âWhy arenât you healing?â Scott asked again. Y/n was considering slapping him in the face. It was obvious hunters were involved. And hunters meant wolfsbane. Also Argents, but that was not the problem right now.Â
âDerek, who shot you?â She asked quickly, but Derek ignored her.
âIt was a different kind of bullet. I canât heal.â
âWhat, a silver bullet?â Stiles asked excitedly. Y/N smacked his head.Â
âHe is dying. Why are you excited? How do you want to explain a dead criminal inside of your car to your dad?â She whisper yelled. Stilesâ eyes grew wide as if he just realized this.Â
âWait, thatâs what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours-â Scott said.
âWho- who said forty-eight hours?â Derek groaned.
âThe one who shot you,â Scott said as if it was obvious. Y/N wanted to scream. Derek groaned in pain, this time his eyes flashed. Y/N quickly put her hands on his face so she covered them up.Â
âWinchester, you are lucky I like you or I would rip your hands off right now,â Derek mumbled.Â
âScott you need to figure out what kind of bullet they used,â Y/N looked at her friend.
âWhat? Why me?âÂ
âBecause you are dating Allison. And the person who shot Derek is her aunt. She has them stashed in her room, most probably,â Y/N explained already trying to come up with a plan B.Â
âWhy should I help him?â Scott asked.Â
âBecause if you donât Iâm going to mix all the wolfsbane thatâs in the house and shove it down your throat while you sleep. Now go!â Y/N shoved Scottâs chest through the window and told Stiles to drive.
âââââ
They were driving through the streets of Beacon Hills when Y/N realized they were on the way toward the preserve.
âStiles, stop the car.â
âWhy? We are almost there.â
âAlmost where?â Derek joined the conversation.
âYour house,â Stiles said as he parked the jeep. Derek quickly turned to look at him and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Y/N beat him to it.
âStiles, you canât take him to his house. He was shot. By a hunter. Who knows where he lives and who probably came only to finish the job,â Y/N explained. Derek winced at the last part but Stiles ignored it, he didnât know the full story anyway so he didnât find it weird.Â
âWhere am I supposed to take him then?â He asked.
âI donât know. Iâll call Scott. Drive somewhere else though,â Y/N already pulled out her phone and searched for Scottâs number.
âBut-â
âStart the car and drive. Now. Or Iâm gonna rip your throat out⌠with my teeth.âÂ
âââââ
They ended up going to the animal clinic. Stiles and Derek were in the middle of a fight about Stiles chopping Derekâs arm off when Y/N got an idea.Â
âNoone is going to chop anyoneâs arm off,â she said quickly coming over to get the saw away from them.Â
âBut-â Stiles started just as Derek collapsed.
âFuck. Castiel if you hear me this is the time for you to show up. Please.âÂ
âLike the dude from this morning?â Stiles asked and let out a noise when the trenchcoated man appeared right in front of him.Â
âYou need my help?â Castiel asked. Y/N quickly pulled him towards Derek.
âHeal him. Please. We are running out of time and Scott got held up and-â Y/N started explaining everything at once. Castiel just pressed his fingers to Derekâs forehead and let his hand glow. Stiles watched all of the black veins disappear from Derekâs body.Â
âWhoa,â he let out and leaned closer so he could get a better view.Â
âThere,â Cas said.Â
âThank you. Thank you so much Cas,â Y/N hugged him. At the same time, Derek opened his eyes and sat up with a gasp.Â
âI have the bullet!â Scott ran through the door just a few seconds later.
âââââ
After Stiles went home, Derek took Y/N, Scott, and Cas to the hospital. He wanted to show Scott how kind is the family of hunters he likes so much. Y/N was there as a support and Cas just tagged along. They walked through the corridors until they got to the room Derek wanted Scott to see.Â
âWhy are we here?â Scott asked, looking around the room.
âWho is he?â He asked again when he saw the man in a wheelchair.Â
âThatâs Peter Hale,â Y/N mumbled loud enough for the wolves to hear. Derek nodded.
âHe is my uncle.â
âIs he⌠Like you? A werewolf?â Scott looked like he was scared to move.
âHe was. Now, heâs barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school. Our house caught on fire. There were eleven people inside. He was the only survivor.â
âAnd you are telling me becauseâŚ?â Y/N groaned. Scott was so dumb.
âHeâs telling you because the Argents set the fire,â Y/N explained.
âWhat makes you so sure?â Y/N was ready to jump at Scott and beat him up with the bullet she had in her pocket.Â
âBecause they were the only ones that knew about us!â Derek said angrily.Â
âShould I heal him?â Castiel asked and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing. They all slowly turned to look at him (except Peter of course). Y/N blinked a few times and then exchanged a few looks with Derek, who looked like he might pass out.Â
âYou can heal him?â
âI mean, I did cure you from the wolfsbane. I think few burns are nothing.â Castiel explained himself. Y/N frowned.Â
âBut the brain trauma- and-â Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder.Â
âI pulled your brother out of hell Y/N, I also took on your other brotherâs pain which sent me into a mental hospital. I am still not quite okay but I will help whenever I can.â Castiel said and took a few steps towards Peter. He placed his hand on Peterâs head and let it glow, letting the angel magic do its thing. They all watched as Peterâs scars disappeared and his eyes started sparking with life. Just as the last few scars vanished his eyes shone blue, making Derek respond with his own blue ones.Â
âThank you,â Derek said as he looked from Castiel to his uncle, who was now looking around trying to understand what was going on. Cas only nodded and turned towards Y/N to smile at her. Y/N knew he was ready to go. She waved at him and watched him teleport away. Scott was standing in the corner of the room looking confused as hell.Â
âCome on Scott, letâs leave them to catch up,â the Winchester said. Derek shot her a thankful look as he watched her and Scott go.Â
âYou really need to explain who the man in the trenchcoat is,â Scott mumbled.
âI will when Stiles is there also. I donât feel like explaining it twice.â
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Cosmic Chaos
Chapter 20
The creatureâs eyes stalk its prey as they suddenly runed towards its cave in which its dwells in, its watches as you three carefully enter the cave.
The eerie silence and the darkness of the tunnel created a tense atmosphere, it didnât help the fact that itâs the cave that the creature lives in. sam hands you a flash light, with the help of it the three of you navigate through the dark place. You know the creature isnât here that it is watching the three of from behind, waiting for the perfect moment to catch of guard.
Low groans reach your ears the cave split into two pathway one that leads you to the victims and one to God knows where.
âGod, Iâm going to say the dumbest thing everâ you whisper the brothers watches you with anticipation they have been since they saw your eyes glow unnaturally all of sudden back there something they wanted to talk about after all this is done.
âYou guys save them, while Iâll lure that thing away and if I need something Iâll yellâ
Dean already had started shook his head at your words âNo. nope and yes thatâs the dumbest thing youâve ever said.â Â
âHow about this, we will hide let it follow you, and we will right behind you while one of us checks the survivorsâ sam propose the acceptable alternative.
 You nod at them âwe will be right behind youâ dean said quietly they walk a little bit inside of the narrow pathway the darkness hiding them.
Flicking your fingers nervously you starts move towards the path knowing very well that you are being watched.
The brothers watch as the creature hurry after you pass tensely, the trail leads a dead end making you curse out loud. Panting you feel its eyes pinned on you, like a predator watching its prey waiting for the perfect moment to strike you in vulnerable state.
I can do it I can do it I can do it internally telling yourself you take a deep breathe and turn just as the creature lunch it self to you with its claws out you stumble back just as the creatures hand touches you it triggers the power in you, what happened is that you not only were able to throw the creature off you somehow you were able get it inside head and you catch the glimpse of what it once was.; a man his memories and seems like the thing also catch the glimpse of its life before it turned into a monster. That shakes you as well but you didnât get chance to process as it run towards you with more vigor, it attempt is futile as a shield manifest itself around you, once you come out the shakiness you see its claws trying to break through the barrier snarling at you.
Dean stands guarded his hands tighten around the gun he had asked sam to stay behind with the people that when he hears Sam curse out loud making him falter on his stance. Â The wendigo slowly stops it attempts to break through the barrier and its eyes pinned on your it almost seemed to be curious about the barrier.
âDean theyâre bittenâ Samâs voice echoes through mine, as if it knows the creature turns to dean slowly stalking towards him.
âFucking hellâ dean curse his gun still pointed at the creature, sam hurried towards them slowing down when he sees dean pointing gun at the creature.
âDean, you know what will happen if we killed itâ sam quietly said he spare a glance at you, where you still safely protected by the shield.
You contemplate what to do next, if you killed it then those two guys would turn into one, one of them will get possessed by the wendigoâs spirit and if you guys donât kill it, it would kill you three.
The creature charges towards them, thatâs when you lower your shield and red blast hit it throwing it away, the creature let out a whine.
Dean motion you come towards them and three of you make your way towards the survivors. The two men groaning and moaning in pain, their clothes torn bloody face, eyes barely opening. âWhat?......what do we do? Can we save themâ your voice came out Shakey, even though you had seen hundred movies filled with gore nothing could have prepare you for this.Â
 Sam flash light to where they were bitten sure enough their body covered it bites some of the flesh missing in some place. The wound still fresh chunks of flesh and blood on floor.
âThere isnât much we can do nowâ dean voice lacked of emotions, its empty made you wonder how many times heâs been in this same situation, unable to save someone who needed saving. In this line of work this seems all too familiar to them.
âMaybe grams can help themâ
Sam shakes his head at you he knows and understand what youâre feeling right now.
A snarl echoes behind making the three of you turns there the creature stands behind you a vicious snarl escape its bloody rotten mouth. The next thing you know that three of you thrown across the body hitting the stones pain erupting as the three of you fall down. You shrink back when the creature stalk towards you gasping at the aching your body.
Dean quickly take his gun standing up shooting the creature while sam pulls you away from the creature, it snarls at dean as flames swallows the creature whole, its cries echoes around the tunnel. Panting along side sam you watch it fall down but the relief is short lived when the two victims start grunting their bones shatters body twisting in abnormal way straight out of horror movie.
Sam helps you up his flare gun in his hands the three of you retreat the Winchester brothers gun aimed at them. one of the guyâs eyes finds you, his eyes filled with tears, the brother exchange glances in silent conversation.
âitâs necessaryâ sam says looking at you who stills doesnât look away from the now turning wendigo.
You nod âI know, he knows tooâ the words came out faint, his pleas to end his suffering as well as his friend echoing in your head, the skin of their body starts to turn dark and grey like decayed corpse nails turning into large sharp pointed claws, teeth tarted and dark and they hunch over bones snapping in places they outgrow their clothes.
Two more gunshots echoes followed by the crackling sound of fire pained moan echoes around the dark tunnel.
You can feel a throbbing pain on your back and elbows as result of getting yeeted to side, sam wipe the blood dripping down from his forehead while dean lean against the cave wall a small cut on his face, he lifts his shirt sighing at the already forming black and purple bruise he had fallen on top stones and sharp object that cut through skin.
You walk towards dean âDo you wanna go to the hospital?â dean chuckle at your question.
âNo need sweetheart, this is nothingâ dean dismiss your worry with a wave of his hand.
âThat doesnât helpâ you frown walking towards him eyes searching for any wounds you turn to sam âYouâre bleeding tooâ the cut on Samâs temple bleed âyou hit your head, what if you have concussion or something.â
You start to pace âI can call melissa, scottâs mom. Sheâs nurse but what about the dead bodyâŚ. Iâll call the cops. Wait no who do I callâ you search for phone on your pockets.
âHey, hey. Youâre worrying so muchâ sam takes hold of your hands towering over you his tender eyes finding your hazed ones.
Dean hands holding down on your shoulder to stop you moving around letting go once you stand still; he rubs his shoulders glancing down at the two dead bodies.
Sam eyes search your face smiling when he feels you clam down his smile turns into confused one âYouâre bleedingâ you say, a warm green light glow in your palm thatâs rest on Samâs chest, its wrap around Samâs large frame like vine.
Dean panic at that hurrying towards his brother in fear that you might be hurting him but stops when he sees Sam cut on his forehead. Dean touch a little green glow around sam and its feels like a warm up his senses.
âIs this normal?â dean asks once the glow die down âHow did you do it?â
Parting from sam you glance down at your hands where the green glow came and gone âI donât know. itâs the first timeâ
âYou didnât cast any incantation.â Sam inquires touching his forehead where the cut was, the skin mended together there is no scar tissues nor blood it gone he doesnât feel any fatigue either. âAre you still in pain?â
You touch your back a hiss leaving and looks at your elbow where there is wound along with fresh blood and dirt âYeah. I guess it doesnât work for me.â You turn to dean âthere is one way we can testâ you look at dean face âCan I?â you open your palm for him.
Dean glance at sam before his hands takes you hands you glance at his cut on cheek and hip where he has wounds you gently lay your hands on dean cheeks; a warm sensation erupts on his whole body and the green glow return and just like Samâs the green glow wrap around dean sweep he can feel the power healing his hip and the cut on his cheek mending on its own. But his eyes stayed on your eyes the whole time.
You step back and dean touch his cheek âitâs gone âSam said dean lift his shirt his skin no longer has the bruise it looks normal; the pain is gone. Â They both look at you expectedly.
âyou guys where bleeding and I wanted help youâ you glance at your hands to their face now without any wound or bruise perfectly fine.
âAnd you did. Thanks.â Dean said âcome on letâs get out of hereâ the three of you starts to walk out the cave.
âI donât know if itâs because I hit my head but your eyes turned green too.â Sam adds
âOh, I saw tooâ
  âLike a glow stick.?!â You glancing down at the ground groaning at the thought of the vibrant green color somehow being your eyes color the color green--- how do you say itâs very greenish,
Sam nudges your shoulder with his hands âIt was beautifulâ
Dean shake his head âNo the correct wording would be Magical.â He proudly grin at you âget it, youâre magic and your eyes magically changedâ
âdeanâ you and sam simultaneously.
Sheilla Bennett opens her eyes a sigh escapes her lips getting out the car she gives you gentle understanding smile her hands welcomes you like warm blanket in cold weather. the Winchester brother watches from the side not interrupting.
âDid you get anything you need?â
She nods at you âyes, I was able to understand the nature of your power.â
âDo I have to go to the second hunt?â you ask again looking down grams shake her head you turn to the Winchester brother and ask the same question. âI might not be much help anywaysâ
Sam shakes his head âyou helped more than you can. the next itâs alright we can handle it.â
âWhy donât we go somewhere to eat before we part our way.?â Dean voices smiling.
Grams nod she glance down at the necklace that she given you âthere still something need to be done.â You take it off and hand it to her. âIâll be in few momentâ she hands you your phone.
âWell, then hop in sweetheartâ dean says opening his impalas back door, sam get in the passenger seat and dean drives towards the nearest food place.
âHow do you deal with it?â you ask looking down at your hands.
âHunting creatures?â dean asks with puzzled look on his face without looking away from the road.
You fiddle with the dress sleeve âNo, I mean we couldnât help them. Maybe if you guys didnât wait for me, they could have been saved. I wasnât even helpful eitherâ
âDonât go there, it wasnât your fault no one can see into the future.â Sam eyes find you through the review mirror. âIn this line of work we canât save everyone, itâs the truth. Sometimes we canât even be sure that we will make it out ourselves.â
Dean sigh âSam is right. it doesnât get better but itâs the truthâ
âHow did you two become hunters?â
âWell, itâs a family business sweetheart. Our mom is badass hunterâ dean said his eyes gleams with admiration and love. âEnough about us though. how your home town sweetheart?â
âWas normal few weeks ago, now its hot spot for twisted fairy tale creaturesâ you shrug looking out the window.
Sam glance at you through the review mirror âI been meaning to ask about the murders that happening around the town. What do you know about it exactly.?â
 A sigh leaves your lips âmost of them are because of a vampire, who very creepy hanging around teenage girls. heâs psychotic and an alpha who turned my friend. We donât know the exact reason why the alpha is on killing spreeâ
âWant us deal with them?â dean offers
âyouâre welcome to kill the vampire but the alpha I donât know something tells me he I donât knowâ you huff.
Sam and dean share a wary glance âguys its not what you thinkâ
âWe didnât think nothingâ dean said as sam nod along his words. Your face is morphed in to âAre you serious look?â
 âI think I forgot to say that I can read mindâ dean let out boisterous laugh but it dies down when he sees you donât say anything.
âWhat?â he shakes his head slowing down when he sees a food place coming up âthen what am I thinking?â
âApple pie but your mind is wandering to a certain showâ you prod into in to his mind sam glance back and forth between the two of you âDr. sexyâ
Deanâs eyes widen he slams the break gulping âOh and a jap- â
âAlright, alright. Cut it outâ dean stops you before you can complete you grin at him getting out the car. âSam donâtâ he says when sam started to open his mouth.
âSorry deanâ you say with a smile walking towards the food place. Sam catches up with you with amused smile. âSorry I canât say anythingâ
âI didnât ask anything?â sam says with grin you roll your eyes with smile.
The three of you sit on a table waiting for your got to order to be done sipping on your soft drink while the brother drink on cool beer. You fill in the brothers whatâs happening in your town from the first murder to scott last shift.
âThe Argents I know follow a code; they wonât kill your friend until they have reason to do soâ dean thought.
âAnd I think the murder would be connected, the one killed by the alpha. It almost looks like a revengeâ sam added.
âWhat makes you say that?â you lean towards before he can answer the waiter comes with your order, deanâs juicy burger along with his apple pie and Samâs salad and your order. Whispering of thank you echo around the table.
Dean take a big bite of his burger munching on it he let out moan in the taste, along with Samâs annoyed stare at his brother is comical. He gives you a happy smile once everyone takes few bites of their food dean sit straight. âFirst thing you need to know about the world of supernatural is that, their logic and way of thinking completely different. Our morals and values nothing, some of them kill to live while other live to cause destruction thrive in pain of others. When a person turned into a vampire it amplifies who they were, I think it apply to every being. It how you use your power define who you areâ dean explained.
âThere is difference between killing on whims and a revenge.â Sam stated âwhoever the alpha is, he is in desperate need to power or severely damaged condition that he killed another wolf in order to get the alpha spark. And this alpha might be alone that it turned your friend into order to get a pack and the night at school might happened because he doesnât like his beta having loyalty to someone other than his alpha. And in your case the alpha might be aware of your power as well.â He further saysÂ
 You taking everything they say resting your chin on your hands, resting on the table âreally fucked up way of asking to be in a packâ
Dean nod taking a sip of his drink âLike I said, they logic and morals does not align with usâ
âDoes anyone else know about your power? Other than any of your friends someone who might saw you use your ability?â sam question with furrowed eyebrow eyes earnestly looking at you the genuine want to help you clear as the sky in sunny day.
And you come with one conclusion
Sam Winchester has ultimate puppy dog eyes, and no one can rival Sam Winchester puppy dog eyes.
âAhmm- no one. I donât think anyone.â You muttered out
Dean think about for moment âwhat about the guy who is parlayed?â
âPeter hal- OH MY GOD, its PETER HALEâ you yell starling everyone in the place.
Dean grab hold of your arm âYeah, you yelling out does not help your friends back homeâ.
âBut Laura is his niece, thatâs his nieceâ you whispered out slowly.
Dean shrug âit might be hard pill to swallow, but heâs supernatural creature and youâre forgetting there are people who is downright evil. Driven by pure instinctsâ Â
âIt does make sense, He killed his niece in order to heal from his burned state, turned a teenager to make a pack because his nephew wouldnât stand by his side after killing his sister.â Sam adds.
Silently the three of you walk out the grill after paying, pulling out the phone from your pocket you notice itâs been switched off grams must have done itâs so she doesnât get disturbed. The moment you turned on your phone it lights up with multiple notification missed calls, text messages and few e mails all from your friends. Sam and dean glance at your device no stopping buzzing.
âGod donât be deadâ
Six miss calls from âcrime partnerâ
Eight miss calls from âwere-puppyâ
Two miss calls from âsoon to be Hermoineâ
 One miss calls from Unknown number
Messages
crime partner
where are you?
are you here yet?
Why didnât you take me with you?
Something happened but derek and scott wonât let me tell you
So, I canât tell you.
They told me not tell you.
But I canât lie to you.
âŚâŚâŚâŚ..
Okey I will you will never guess it.
We were in chase!!!!! How cool is that.
PICK THE DAMN PHONE SOMETHING BIG HAPPENED. Â
OMG WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??????
??????????
PICK THE FUCK UP
Werepuppy
Help. Help. help
Answer your phone
Yooooooo
Answer the phone
Jackson knows
JACKSON KNOWS AND HEâSTESTING MY PATIENACE. HE KNOWS.
THAT I AM A WEREWOLF AND HE WANTS THE BITE
OMG IM NEVER GETTING BACK WITH ALLISON
WHY ARE YOU NOT HERE YET.
Lydia
Jackson is such jerk.
Who does he think he is????
He broke up with over a text
Iâm not even mad it because I donât care.
He should be grateful he gets to date me.
ME!
Where the hell are you?
A long exhale leaves your lips as you skim through all the texts first thing first You call stiles silently cursing and wondering how Jackson came to know about Scotts and what did stiles mean chase.
âOH MY GOD YOUâRE ALIVEâ thatâs the first thing you hear when stiles answer your call. Â âI was about track your location.â
âStiles, what the hell is going on there?â âWhere are you? what you mean you were in a chase?â you ask walking back and forth.
âYou told her about thatâ you hear derek voice cut through the phone âis that derek? What are you two dummies up to now?â âAnd derek I said no more secrets!â you yell the last part.
Sam and dean wince at the volume of your voice watching from the side line.
âListen we are trying find the alphaâ stiles aid you hear stiles jeeps door shut and the sound of his footsteps.
âWhat you mean?â you stand in your spot tensing the Winchester brother stands straight walking closer towards you. âScott is with you right? you are not alone, right? â
On the other side derek scoff at your words heâs right beside stiles âNo, he got stuff to doâ stiles answers walking into hallway. âBut sour wolf is hereâ
They hear a sigh from the speaker and stiles can sees you letting your shoulder fall limb eyes closing for a minute. âAbout the alpha. I meet with some friends of grams, and they come with who the alpha might be.â
Stiles and derek perk up that as they share a glance âoh really who?â
âDerekâs uncle peter hale. I mean think about he is the only werewolf that in our town and knows about Laura being an alpha an- â
Stiles cut you âFunny thing we are standing in front of his bed and heâs not hereâ even though stiles said it without missing a beat you could hear his shakiness on his voice.
Your body goes rigid at that âstiles get out of hereâ derek said his claws out.
âWhy so soon.â You hear an unfamiliar voice through the phone.
âStiles!? Whatâs going on?â
Peter hale tilt his at the phone âitâs unfortunate youâre not here y/nâ a smirk on his face. He looks at stiles âYou must stilesâ
stiles walk back slowly âstiles get out thereâ your voice cut again through the tense air. âIâll be right thereâ. Stiles jumps when Jennifer comes behind him who gets knocked out by derek and he accidently ends the call making you freak out more.
âI have to go my friend is in troubleâ you start to walk but halt when you literally donât know how to get stiles fast.
Sam takes a hold your shoulders bring you back from your thoughts âeasy, calm down. We can go to themâ
âButâŚdonât you have other things to do? What about your werewolf hutâ
âdonât worry sweetheart. We go and get your friend first; we are closer to your townâ dean adds.
Just then your phone rings its stiles you hurriedly pick up âOh mu god stiles! Are you okey?â
Stileâs panting can be heard through the phone âyeah, I might have left derek to die out there. Iâm sorryâ his voice came out meek.
âNo. its alright, youâre alright thatâs whatâs importantâ
âYeah. Where are you?â stiles ask his voice is clam and collected.
âJust outside the townâ you answer leaning on deanâs impala sam right beside you as dean had sit down the driver seat the door opened.
âIâm coming to get you then, just stay thereâ stiles said before ending the call and before you can protest, he just needs have his best friend beside him.
âyou guys seem to care about each other a lotâ sam commented after few moments.
You nod âyeah we doâ the three of you fall into comfortable silence âWhat about visions, like you see something that feel so damn real, whatâs your thoughts on that?â
Dean and sam exchange a glance âWhat did you exactly saw?â sam questions
âI saw grams dying. And when I told her about, she just didnât seem to care. It almost felt like she just accepted it.â
Dean shrug âdreams are often manifestation of dreams; it doesnât always have a meaning.â
âI know itâs common for us to have nightmare of someone close to die. But what I saw with grams wasnât a dream. I was awake it happened when I touched her hand in one morningâ you explain.
The sound of tire loud horn speeding towards the three you capture your attention and soon a head pop out the window, looking through the binocular at the three of you, soon the head goes inside and a hand widely wave at you.
Dean and sam frown at the turn of events âWho is that idiot.?â Dean asks coming to standing next to you and Sam.
âThat idiot is Stiles stilienski. My best friendâ
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