#ethan Steiner fanfiction

[airasilver]

What name goes best with Ethan and Aiden for a girl?

I thought of Anita but it's to close, for me, to Alicia, which I finally can spell without having to fix it all the time. Adeana and Evelyn don't seem to run that well when saying all three names.

Any ideas

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Stiles is Supernatural Crack

6. Chekhov's Gun

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Derek had watched the sun rise through the trees. He wandered through the trees, trying to find a way around his feelings. He wanted to help Stiles but he didn't know how to without his growing feeling for Stiles getting in the way.  

He sighed, letting the midday light blanket his tired body. He needed to go home. He needed to go back to Stiles. He stretched, walking back towards the forest edge. 

The smell of blood filled his nose. 

Every ounce of tiredness and weariness drained away. Adrenaline ran through him, his body and mind on high alert. He followed the smell. 

It was a trail left by an injured animal running from a predator. He could smell the panic and fear as it ran.

A low growl ripped through the woods and Derek ran. He ran through the trees, following the smell of blood and fear.

Derek froze at the edge of a clearing. His brain tried to process the sight before him. He took a step closer to get a better look and cracked a branch. The creature– a griffin– that had been eating the Unicorn looked at Derek. It seemed to stare at him as if looking into his soul. It made a soft, non-threatening growl and flew away.

Derek watched it with baited breath, preparing for a fight. His claws were out, a low growl resonating in his throat. In watching the griffin, he ignored a shuffling in front of him. 

Before Derek had time to react, a sharp pain ripped through his stomach. He heaved a breath and looked down. He watched the unicorn rip its horn out of him. It started to run away. Derek fell against a tree. He watched with wide eyes as the unicorn's wounds healed before him. 

He heaved a huff of surprise and shook his head. His hand came up to his stomach, feeling the hole. It wasn’t healing. 

His eyes widened as he looked down at it. Derek tried to swallow. He ended up coughing. He was coughing up blood. 

That wasn’t good.

He huffed and pushed himself to stand. He rested a hand on the tree, standing up. He glared at the path before him as if it had personally wronged him. He growled, feeling himself start to cough. Derek took a shaking breath, it tasted like blood, and took a step.

He forced himself to walk. He had to go. He had to move. It hurt, fuck did it hurt. One hand held tightly over the gaping hole in his stomach. The other grabbed onto branches and trees, helping pull himself along. He had to get back. He had to. Derek could feel blood dripping down his front, soaking into his jeans. He wasn’t healing. Why wasn’t he healing?

Derek growled, cursing his own body. Fucking heal, damn it! What the fuck had that unicorn done? He reached for a tree to lean against as the world started to spin around him. He fell heavily against the tree, slamming his bleeding stomach against it. He growled in pain. 

He tried to keep moving. He lost his footing and fell. He tried to get up, grinding the dirt and leaves into his open wound. He howled in pain, rolling onto his back. He felt like he was breathing through a straw. He whined. He wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

“Derek!”

Derek felt himself relax. His brain slowly processes the voice. Stiles? Why was Stiles there?

“Derek!” Scott. That was Scott’s voice.

“Where are you,” Stiles yelled and Derek growled, pushing himself off the ground.

“I heard him,” Scott said. 

Derek used a tree to pull himself up. He didn’t move otherwise. He didn’t dare.

He could hear the crunching of leaves and sticks getting closer. 

“Derek,” Lydia’s voice called but it seemed more like a question. “Guys, over here!”

Derek looked up and saw the three running towards him. He leaned his head back against the tree. He was okay. He’d be okay.

“Derek,” Stiles said. He ran towards Derek, leaving the other behind. He hugged Derek, leaning his head on his shoulder. “You fucking dick. I thought you disappeared again!”

Derek forced himself out of his startled state. He had to explain. “Stiles, I—”

“What the fuck were you thinking,” Stiles asked, pushing Derek’s shoulder, almost sending him to the ground. “You are with me every goddamn day and suddenly you’re gone?”

Scott looked Derek over. He could smell the blood in the air. Derek was hurt. “Stiles, look—” Scott tried to tell him but Stiles cut him off.

“What,” Stiles yelled at Scott. He pointed at Stiles’ shirt that was now bloody. He looked at Derek with wide eyes. “Oh, shit, why aren’t you healing,” he asked frantically, putting pressure against the wound.

Stiles looked at Scott. He scrambled over, pulling Stiles’ and Derek’s hands away from the wound. “Shit,” he muttered, pressing his hands over it.

“Unicorn,” Derek grumbled. Fuck, it hurt. It hurt worse with pressure. Derek’s head fell back against the tree, a small pained growl ringing in the trees. 

Stiles looked panicked and confused. “I’m sorry, run that by me again?” He frantically pulled off his jacket and held it to the wound. Scott pulled away, letting Stiles handle it.

“I got stabbed by a unicorn,” Derek huffed through harsh breaths, his hand resting over the Stiles’ hands that held the jacket to his bleeding side. He coughed, keeping his mouth tightly shut so he didn’t freak them out more.

“And now you’re not healing…” Stiles mumbled the obvious, looking at Scott.

“Yes, because unicorns are magic like every other goddamned thing in this forest,” Derek gritted his teeth, the watered down blood coating his teeth.

“Scott, we need to go,” Stiles said frantically.

Stiles tied the jacket around Derek to keep some pressure on the wound. Scott pulled one of Derek’s arms over his shoulders, wrapping an arm around him. Stiles tried to help, doing what he could to help carry Derek out of the woods. 

They got him to the car and laid him in the back of Lydia’s car. Stiles got in the back with him, straddling him to keep pressure on the wound in the small backseat. Scott got on his bike and Lydia started driving.

“If you die in my car, I will be using your money to buy myself a new, not haunted one,” Lydia said as she drove to Deaton’s.

“I’ll try to keep the death to a minimum,” Derek said between gritted teeth.

Lydia and Scott pulled into Deaton’s building at the same time. Scott hurried, pulling Derek out of Lydia’s car before she could put the car in park. He helped Derek stumble into the vet’s office. Scott dropped Derek onto the exam table. 

It was a testament to how often the crew showed up that Deaton didn’t even blink twice at the wolves. He talked to Scott, looking up when Lydia and Stiles walked in. He had already packed the bloody hole with cotton gauze so he could gather the items he needed to treat the wound.

“Was the unicorn alive or was the horn used as a weapon,” Deaton asked, putting on gloves and grabbing three items.

“Who would use a unicorn horn as a weapon,” Stiles asked, coming to stand beside Derek.

“Unicorns are powerful creatures. You would be surprised at how many abuse their abilities," Deaton muttered, walking over. “You should probably hold him down for this part,” he said to Scott.

Scott pressed down on Derek’s shoulders, preparing for a fight. Deaton nodded to Scott. He squeezed the bottle of saline solution in his hand and Derek growled, jerking against Scott. He settled into harsh heaving breaths. Derek’s teeth were gritted, eyes squeezed shut. Deaton set the bottle down and Scott loosened his hold on Derek.

Deaton raised an eyebrow. “That was the easy part. At this point, I would suggest taking him to a hospital.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Scott said firmly.

“Then you may want someone to help you,” Deaton said, giving Scott an almost nervous look. “I need to cauterize the vessels and stitch the wound closed. It will not be a pleasant process.”

The doors swung open. “I’ll help,” a voice said. It drew the attention of the room and Scott gave a confused smile.

“Ethan, you’re back,” Scott stated the obvious.

Derek huffed as Deaton injected a local anesthetic around the wound. “Do you think you could talk after the fucking hole in my stomach is closed,” he growled.

Ethan walked over and held Derek down, looking between Scott and Deaton. It seemed that a look was all Deaton needed as he started working. A roar ripped through the room with the smell of burning flesh. Even between Ethan and Scott, they were struggling to hold Derek down. 

Stiles had to sit down. Between the phantom pains in his own stomach– ones he chose to label as sympathetic pains– and the smell of burning flesh, he felt faint. 

When Deaton finished cauterizing the blood vessels, he saw Derek seem to calm. Looking at the clock, he knew the local hadn’t kicked in yet. His next glance went to Stiles, who was breathing easier as well, and then to Scott. He could see the black pain working through Scott’s arms, the tight clench of his teeth, the way face squeezed in pain. 

Scott stopped pulling the pain all at once, not able to take anymore. Deaton watched Derek’s breath hitch and pass out from the sudden wave of pain. 

“Oh fuck,” Stiles huffed, grabbing his stomach.

Deaton made a mental note of the reaction. He’d have to look into it more but he had a fair idea of what was wrong. He turned his eyes back to the wound in Derek’s stomach. He still had a lot of work left.

Deaton had to pull Lydia in to help. He had her periodically inject more local aesthetic into the edges of the wound and to the inside of the hole that had been left. 

When Deaton was finished, stitching Derek up, he changed gloves and started to dress the wound. He soaked a cotton swab in saline, having Lydia clean the stitches while he prepped to wrap it. Scott and Ethan moved Derek to make wrapping the gauze around him easier. Deaton situated the cotton pad over the stitches and wrapped the gauze around Derek to secure it. 

“Did that fix it? Will he heal normally now,” Scott asked, looking at Deaton hopefully.  

“If by normal you mean at a human pace, then yes,” Deaton assured him and quiet fell in the room

“Why,” Scott asked, barely louder than a whisper. 

“Unicorns are an… interesting creature,” Deaton said. “When given willingly, the horn can be turned into a magnificent medicine but, when threatened, it becomes a dangerous weapon that stops all healing in the human body.”   

“But Derek’s a werewolf,” Stiles said quickly, “so he’ll heal, right?”

Deaton nodded to Stiles and he sighed in relief. “As I said, he will heal but it will be very slow from a werewolf’s perspective. For someone like Derek who has never experienced an injury as a human, it will likely be a difficult process.” Deaton turned his back to find something that would help the healing process. 

Derek’s eyes slowly blinked open. Stiles stood up and walked over, joining the others to huddle around Derek. Stiles stood in front of him and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Hey Sourwolf, are you with us,” Stiles asked, a shot of pain running through his stomach. 

“Why will it be so slow,” Derek muttered, his throat raw as he spoke. He looked like he was five seconds away from passing out from blood loss. He was as pale as Stiles, which was a feat to do for him. Derek pulled his arms away from Scott and Ethan, wanting to get up but Stiles blocked him.

“Your body is fighting the toxin that a unicorn uses to halt growth and heal you at the same time. I washed away what toxin I could with saline but the rest has been absorbed by your body,” Deaton said, looking none too thrilled about Derek trying to move.

“What if the edges were cut out,” Derek asked, his chest heaving as he tried to breath through the pain.

Stiles swore he saw Deaton roll his eyes. “You would be in a great deal of pain with minimal improvement.”

When Deaton returned, he was carrying a few glass bottles and a mortar and pestle. He started to grind the leaves and herbs together. He added a paste to the mixture and mixed it thoroughly. Deaton scraped the paste into a dish and gave it to Stiles.

“When he refuses to wear the wrap any longer, rub this over the wound,” Deaton said.

Derek had been taken to the Stiles’ house and left in the bed. He bitched and growled about the pain constantly. The others rolled their eyes at his dramatics, choosing to ignore him. Stiles was constantly making fun of him. He had taken up residence in the desk chair, moving it closer to the bed.

As Deaton predicted, Derek refused to let them rewrap the stitches after the first time they took it off. Derek was impatient. Honestly, what else did they expect of someone who’s had werewolf healing his whole life? The only times Derek had been injured for more than a few minutes was wolfsbane or wounds from an alpha.

“You wouldn’t last a day as a human,” Stiles declared, looking up at Derek from his spell book.

“Fuck off,” Derek growled, his hand pessed over the stitches.

“And miss out on all this fun,” Stiles scoffed, looking at the door to make sure nobody was coming.

“I could rat you out,” Derek whispered, not wanting the others to hear him. “Tell them you put a dust jacket over that spell book.”

Stiles scoffed and looked at Derek. “I hope you know how minimally threatening that is,” he said. “Plus, you bled all over my favorite red jacket and ruined it so you own me.” Stiles flipped the book to a page he had tucked a bookmark into. He leaned down to whisper in Derek’s ear, “you’re going to owe me a lot more in a minute. Are they coming up?”

Derek’s ears turned red but he shook his head. “They’re watching tv,” he muttered.

Stiles smirked and stood up. He grabbed a few things out of the snack bowl and sat back down next to Derek. He put the snacks on the bedside table and lifted Derek’s shirt to see the stitches. Stiles took a deep breath, licking his lips.

He traced the pattern in the book a few times. He winked at Derek, drawing the shape on Derek’s stomach. He whispered the incantation as he drew the shape. He could feel the warmth of the magic run through him and into Derek. The magic grew warmer as he moved through the spell. Stiles’ voice hitched on a few words as it became searing hot. He whimpered at the feeling, like being burned alive from the inside out. He pushed through it, watching the warm glow against Derek’s skin. 

A gasp of pain broke the incantation. Stiles leaned forward, the burning becoming too much. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t finish the spell. 

Footsteps on the stairs were like thunder in the small house. The pack ran to them, worried something bad had happened.

“Shit,” Scott muttered, grabbing Stiles. 

He grabbed the book, handing it off to whoever would take it. Scott sat Stiles up, trying to wake him up. 

“Healing spells,” Ethan read in confusion.

“He did what,” Lydia asked, walking over irritatedly.

Ethan showed her the book and she gave a pissed off growl of her own. The pack took a step back, watching Lydia. She grabbed one of the juice pouches from the snack bowl and opened it. She shoved the straw in and held it to Stiles’ lips.

“Drink,” Lydia said firmly.

Stiles started to drink and a collective sigh of relief washed over the room. He finished the pouch and Lydia tossed it aside, smacking Stiles’ fac a little harder than truly needed.

“Wake up, genius. You did it again,” Lydia huffed in irritation. Stiles came to with both Scott and Lydia kneeling on the floor in front of him. “Oh look, the Great Wizard of Oz is awake. Maybe now you would like to explain to your extremely worried friends why the actual Hell you decided to use a spell that had been specifically barred.”

Stiles groaned. “What,” he mumbled, rubbing his face. “My head is killing me…”

“Ya, you deserve it,” Lydia told him, opening a bag of fruit snacks for him. She shoved it into his hands, making sure he was eating before she yelled at him for being stupid. “You are absolutely ridiculous! Last time you overdid it, you almost whacked your head on concrete covered in glass. Derek had to save your ass and you’re lucky not to have made a hospital trip then! Now you do it again with nobody here to help except for Captain Dramatic? What if you had whacked your head on the table? Or the bed frame? What would you have done then? Nothing! Because you would be passed out from low blood sugar and bleeding for yet another head trauma! You’re an idiot, Stiles!” Lydia finished her rant with tears in her eyes. 

Isaac was the first to move. He walked over and sat on the floor next to her. Isaac wrapped an arm around Lydia. She leaned into him, letting the tears roll down her face. Kira was next, hugging Lydia and Isaac, then Liam and Ethan. Jackson squeezed in to hug her and Malia joined awkwardly.

“Lydia,” Stiles sighed, carefully getting down to the floor. The huddle of bodies absorbed Stiles and dragged Scott closer. Scott laughed but gave in, relishing in the warmth. 

Derek rolled his eyes, tentatively sitting up. He grumbled to himself, managing to get up. Eyes went to him as he stood up, only to get down on the floor to join the pile.

“At least Stiles’ magic worked,” Liam offered.

“Ow! Isaac,” Malia grumbled, getting wacked in the face.

“Sorry, that was meant for him,” Isaac told her. Malia scoffed.

“Ow! Come on Malia,” Liam huffed, getting much harder whack from her than he would have from Isaac.

They group only moved when Stiles started to fall asleep. Stiles was carefully lifted into the bed. Lydia made sure Derek got back into bed too before shooing the pack out of the room.

Stiles rolled over, laying his head on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek looked at Stiles nervously. He didn’t touch him, not more than Stiles laying on him. Derek sighed. “It doesn’t hurt as bad,” he whispered.

“What,” Stiles muttered, half asleep.

“The stitches. You did it.”

“Oh… That’s good.”

[rowinablx]

Spoilers for my Teen Wolf - X-Men Evolution au but it's memes

Jackson immediately after meeting Stiles

Stiles when he see's Derek shirtless

Talia when Peter says he's not attracted to Chris Argent

Danny in general

Lydia in general

Jackson when no one's looking

Stiles trying to talk to Derek

Chris after spending two seconds with the kids

The kids when they're told to do anything

Scott trying to flirt with Kira

[batfsm]

Okay guys. I need help. 'Surprise' or 'Surprise Resurrection' for the name. I had it as th sexons one but now it's the first...unless I decide to change it again.

I'm not done with it yet but here's a sneak peak. (I got to end it but I don't know how. Hopefully I will soon.)

The lead turned out to be right in the middle of where the territories of the Gotham Vigilantes interconnected. Roy started cursing up a storm in every language he knew.

Lian and Alicia were giggling even as Ennis and Aiden covered their ears. Kali slammed Roy into a building and roared.

Roy snapped his mouth shut even as he glared at the brunette. “Calm down,” Kali ordered, “We’ll grab Boyd and go. Batman and the others will not say anything to Green Arrow or follow us.”

The look Kali got from Nightwing had her rolling her eyes. “You can visit us in a couple of weeks. Right now getting back home is more important. We have people waiting to see us who think we’re dead. And no, none of us will tell you where we are going or who we are. Just know that Arsenal and CC are staying with us and will be safe.”

Ennis lifted Alicia and Lian into his arms as Erica grabbed Boyd and pulled him with her. Ethan and Aiden brought up the rear as Kali escorted Roy. The group disappeared and even Oracle lost them after a while.

None of the Bats were happy when they couldn’t find them but Alfred set them straight when they all got back to the Cave. “Miss Kali gave me a number that will be calling from in a few days. She and Master Ennis knew you all be still trying to follow them. No, you are not getting the number awhile. You will all wait until they call and will not talk to Master Oliver either. You will wait until Master Roy says it is okay to tell his father.”

No one liked it but when Alfred raised his brow, they all agreed.

[haven-of-dusk]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ethan/Isaac Lahey Characters: Isaac Lahey, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Derek Hale, De-Aged Derek Hale (Season 4), Kate Argent, Araya (Teen Wolf), Braeden (Teen Wolf), Peter Hale Additional Tags: Past Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Minor Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Canon Rewrite, Minor Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate

Chapter 5: Young and Berserk is posted! Hopefully the next one won’t take another six months...

[arewordsenough]

Rated Explicit - Chapter 6 & 7/? - M/M - Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Ch 6: Stiles & Derek finally get some personal time together before the Devenford part that night. Stiles gets a little more than he bargained for when he swings by Brett's hotel room for the party. Ch 7: Scott is given a gift by Jackson that Danny made special for him and immediately gets things going for the group.

Featured pairings/groupings: Ch 6: Stiles/Derek, Stiles/Brett Ch 7: Scott/Isaac/Jackson/Ethan/Aiden

[happys-crazy-queen22]

New Kid On The Block

Gif credit @tim-lucy

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Note (the reader is transgender female to male)

"Hey, watch it". A kid bumped into you and pushed you against the locker with a thud.

"Sorry". You gulped. This year was going to be your year, so you thought. You had just transferred and it was a new start. Things would be different. Not, flash backs of your old school came to surface.

"You okay"? You heard a guy ask, tapping you on the shoulder. Turning your head you saw it was one of the popular kids, Ethan. Why was he talking to you? Oh, crap, did you forget his book report at home by mistake?

"I'm- I'm fine. I gotta go". You squeaked out and ran off to your class. Ethan chuckled and went to his class.

Math class was your favorite, you were good with numbers and got along great in the class.

"Hey, Y/N"? Stiles, one of the guys you started hanging out with whispered to you.

"What"?

"You wanna come over and play call of duty with Scott and I"?

"Sure". You smiled. This was the first real event you have been asked to do. It was awesome.

"Great. Come over around six. I'll order some pizza and we can game all night. Oh, and if you want to stay over bring a sleeping bag. It's cool". Stiles gave you a thumbs up and turned around. Spend the night? Your heart raced. What if they find out? Will they judge me like the people in my old school? No, they wouldn't do that, would they?

Later that evening, you had started walking to Stiles. He texted his address and you were on your way. The air was calm and quiet. Stiles gave you directions but he didnt say you would have to go through the spooky haunted woods to get to his house.

Gulping as you stepped inside, you were starting to hate yourself for not taking up track. You could be out of the woods by now.

Half way through, you felt like you were being watched. Someone breathing down your neck kinda watched. You picked up your steps and didnt look behind you. It was getting dark and you had to get out before then. Soon you were running and out of the woods. Catching your breath you looked back, a pair of red eyes blinked than vanished. You had to get to Stiles.

"Where ya been"? Stiles answered the door with a slap to the back.

"Running". You chuckled as you came into his house, panting trying to catch your breath.

"Seems like you should practice some more before joining the team. A little bit out of shape there". He laughed leading you to his room.

"I dont see you on the track team".

"Yeah, I cant run. Unless it's to save my life. Then I run like my ass is on fire". Stiles joked, making Scott nod in agreement.

"You didn't bring a sleeping bag"? Scott noticed you came in empty handed.

"Yeah, I can't stay". You nervously, ran your hand threw your hair. 

Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"Why"?

"Um, my dad has a rule about sleeping at strangers houses". You cleared your throat.

"He wont let you sleep here but he'll let you come, play games and walk home in the middle of the night? Sounds like great parenting". Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, he's weird like that". You sigh and take a seat on the floor.

The three of you played games until it was around nine. You all kept hearing noises.

"That's my stomach". Stiles paused the game.

"Where's the pizza"? You asked.

"I kinda forgot to get them".

"I'll go get em. My treat. You know for letting me come over". You say getting up from the floor.

"Y/N"? Scott called after you.

"Yeah"?

"We wanted you to come over. You're one of the guys. Don't be afraid to be you around us. We're your friends". Scott said. Making you smile. You never had anyone tell you that before. It made you feel good.

"Thanks, Scott, Stiles. I appreciate that. I never had anyone understand so soon but um how did you figure it out"?

"Well, we kinda saw you go into the girls bathroom one day and we also might have over heard a teacher explaining to another that you were to use the mens after that. So we knew but we wanted to let you come out first. I can sense that you were nervous that's why you're not spending the night. But you're cool with us. Just be yourself". Scott explained.

"Thanks. I never had friends so accepting. Thank you. Um, can I still spend the night if it's still on the table"?

"Yeah, of course. But get the pizza first". Stiles laughed and threw a pillow at you. His way of affection and for you to get the pizza.

"I'm going". You chuckle.

On the way there you felt uneasy again. Being starred down as you walked. You stopped and turned around. "Anyone there? Stiles, Scott? Hello"?

Nothing. So you went on your way and forgot about the strangeness that followed.

After picking up the pizza, you headed back to Stiles, eating a piece of pizza along the way. You still had this creepy feeling you were being followed. It got to the point where you stopped in the street light and didnt want to move since some of the street lights were out. You had your back against the pole, nibbling on your piece of pizza. Your head turning like a machine watching every angle to make sure there was no one there.

"Hello, Y/N". A voice behind you made you drop your pizza and gulp. A bit of food stuck in your throat as you inched your way around but before you could see who, the light went out and so did yours. Nothing but a sharp pain was left of you.

The next morning, you woke up. Surprisingly in your own bed, in your own house. How were you there, when you couldn't remember getting home.

You went to get up and a lightning bolt of pain shot through you when you moved.  Rushing over to the mirror you lifted your shirt and saw a bite mark on your shoulder.

"What the-"? You questioned as you touched it. "How did this happen"? Hissing at the touch.

"I remember going to Stiles and getting the pizza but everything else is hazy. What happened"? You talked to yourself as you looked into the mirror, running a hand down your face.

Ding dong. The doorbell made you jump. You hurried down the stairs and quickly opened the door. In your wildest dreams, you never thought this person would be standing in front of you.

"Hello, Y/N". Ethan said with a smile. He was looking rather handsome standing at your door. The early morning sun shined on his face making him glow.

"Hi, what are you doing here"? You asked nervously, chewing on your lip.

"I came to see how you were".

"Why"?

"You don't remember"? Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"No! What is going on? Do you know why I have this giant bite mark on my shoulder"?

"Let's go inside and I'll explain everything". You stepped aside and let Ethan in. What he was going to tell you would change your life forever or give you a heart attack.

"Are you insane? Why would you bite me? I'm just a nerd, a geek. I'm a nobody". You yelled pacing back and forth. Ethan just told you he bit you and turned you into a werewolf.

Ethan chuckled. "Arent you more worried about you being a werewolf? Me being a werewolf"?

"Beacon hills is a weird place. I figured there's strange things up here. Why did you do it"? You sat down beside him, calming down.

"I see you in the halls. You're afraid of everything. I wanted to give you power to be yourself. You shouldn't hide who you are from your friends or the idiot's at school. Now you can do what you want, be who you want and not have to worry about who says something. You can easily rip their throats out". Ethan laughed as you stared blankly at him.

"I'm kidding. You could easily beat them up".

"Violence isnt the answer. I didnt ask for this, so why give it to me"?

"Like I've said, to give you power. You need it to be yourself. Cause I know you dont want to hide who you are forever. Plus I may have a crush on you and my twin gets a bit antsy when I date a human". Ethan awkwardly chuckled.

"So you did this for you? Wow, have you thought about my first moon? My everything? I'm not normal".

"Y/N, you are normal. You are you. I will help you and teach you everything I know about being a werewolf. I'm going to be by your side".

"This is some weird syfy crap and I would like to wake up now. Cause in my dreams you arent this selfish". You scoff.

"You dream about me"? Ethan grinned.

"Sometimes. But that's not the point. I cant be a werewolf. I know nothing about being one. Are there rules? Are you my alpha now? What's going to happen to my family"?

"There are rules and I will teach you. If you want me to be your alpha I will but you can choose. Nothing. They're still your family".

"When you say choose? You mean theres more than one alpha  here? Theres more werewolves"?

"Yes. Scott McCall is an Alpha. Issac is a Beta.  Derek Hale and my brother are Alphas and theres many more that you'll learn about or met".

"You gotta be shitting me"?

Ethan laughed. "Woah, the whole werewolf thing turned you into a baddie".

"Sorry. Scott is one? That's crazy but so cool".

"Now, are you okay with being one"?

"No, but I guess theres no going back. Thanks to you and your obsession of giving me power". You laugh. "But I get where you're getting at. Thanks. Maybe this will make me come out of my shell. But you gotta help me. I dont want to hurt anyone".

"You won't. So you ready for school"?

"Crap school". You run back up stairs and grabbed your bookbag. "Let's go". You yell to Ethan and you both leave heading to school.

The first person that saw you was Stiles.

"Where did you go last night"?

"Um, you may or may not believe me".

"Try me". Stiles crossed his arms.

"I was bitten by a werewolf and it turned out to be Ethan".

"Oh" Stiles made a O with his mouth. "That's beginning to be normal around here. Everyone is turning nowadays". Stiles laughed. "Let's go talk to Scott".

Stiles and you found Scott and told him about everything. He said that he would help you with your transition from human to werewolf. He recently went through it so he knows how it will be. Ethan wasnt to eager about that but you insisted. Ethan wanted to make sure you were okay and he wanted what's best for you. He truly did like you and you him. The romance came after your first moon.

[here-to-read-and-write]

(Teen Wolf x reader)

summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.

warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character

Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.

_You promised!

You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.

You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.

You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.

_I know, I know...but..

His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.

_but what?

You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.

_but you are my best soldier!

The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.

_I never signed up for this!

True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.

Money.

It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.

The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.

He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?

You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.

Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.

Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.

A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.

_FINE!

He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.

Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.

Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.

Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.

Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.

There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.

OMG You were jumping around, shringing.

THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!

And it was no longer a wish or a dream!

You couldn't beleive it.

_Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.

Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!

[newmih]

Welcome Home

Prologue: The diary

Summary: Y/N hasn't been back to Beacons Hills in what seems like forever. She wished she had never returned to the town that had destroyed her life, the town that kept so many memories and dark secrets. But destiny had decided otherwise. Beacons Hills prepare yourself, nothing will ever be peaceful again, the Hales are coming back.

Prologue ~ Part 1

AN: I have had this in my drafts for so long. It's a fanfiction I've wanted to write for so long and the announcement of the Teen Wolf movie seems like the right time. If you enjoyed it like the story or just comment so I don't stay in ignorance. Thanks

~Bonne lecture~

The rain was coming down hard on the city of London. October had never been so dark and grey and the war that was about to take place was a factor. In every house, street corner, restaurant, and car everyone in the know was trembling at the thought of having to take up arms. Even the bravest were resigned. Fighting a hunter or a goblin was nothing compared to the enemy waiting underground. Never in the history of the world had so many demons gathered. It seemed that those days were over.

Aiden walked as fast as he could to try to get home before the lightning started to fall. Under his long coat was a diary, diary he had stolen from the city's main library. If asked, he would surely answer that he had simply retrieved what was rightfully his family's, his pack's.

Years before, his fathers had taken care to hide this book so that no one with evil intentions could find it. Burning it or destroying it would have been impossible. The soul of its author was now living inside. Even though her older brother had refused to allow anything in her room to be touched, the diary was the greatest proof of her existence.

The young man finally entered the large house he lived in. He found himself thinking that it seemed dark and empty without the ironic remarks of his parents or the laughter of their friends. As he hung up his coat and lit a fire in the fireplace his mind went elsewhere, when the days were bright sunshine and blue skies, when he was just a kid running around the garden trying to catch butterflies, or even when his father's best friend yelled at him to watch out for the pond where a few ducks and their children were wading before he fell in head first.

The sound of hail hitting a window made him come to his senses and with a lot of melancholy, he went to the kitchen to prepare something. The evening was going to be long and painful and would surely be more so with an empty stomach.

A plate full of lasagna and a steaming cup of coffee were placed on the table where he sat with the newspaper in his hands. The black velvet cover bore nothing but a heart in which two letters could still be distinguished; an S and a B.

A sad smile appeared on his face at the idea that the two people should finally be reunited after all these years, but a tear fell of its own accord, and he could do nothing about it. Wiping it away angrily, he took a sip of his drink to give himself courage and finally started reading. His words echoed through the manor and so began the story.

[swearwolf-writes]

Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is 

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish  and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

[airasilver]

I need help. Should this be called ‘Rebirth’ or ‘Lives’?

Stepping into the room, the woman smiled softly. “Good. You’re all here.”

As she said this, she stepped to the side and glanced back at the hallway she had just come from. A nod of encouragement had a group walking into the room.

The walk turned into a run as Chris Argent dropped to his knees. “Allison?”

“Dad!” Allison flung herself into her father’s arms.

Isaac found himself also on the ground as he clung to his older brother. Erica and Boyd were hugging Stiles because Derek and Cora were hugging Laura and two other girls. Boyd pulled a young girl to him and introduced her as Alicia, his sister.

Theo watched with a little smile until he saw another woman come in with a second group. “Tara!” With that shout he ran to hug her.

Aiden laughed as Ethan tackled him into the ground. “Miss me?”

“You have no idea.” Lydia announced before she joined the twins in a hug.

The young woman looked over at Talia and her husband, Enoch. “You will take care of them?”

“I swear on my soul.” Talia answered.

Enoch swore on his soul also as Peter stepped into the room with Melissa and Noah, having been called by Scott. The woman nodded and after a glance at the trio, turned and walked away.

“Claudia…”Noah’s voice sounded rough and had Stiles snapping his head up from where he and Scott had been greeting Allison.

“Mom? Mom!” Stiles took a step forward even as Claudia disappeared

Paige Krasikeva was the last person the groups saw as she raised her arms. With a sad smile at Derek and a nod to Peter, Paige shut the link to the dead for good. “Live your lives. You all deserve to.” Were the last words they all heard.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

Stiles is Supernatural Crack

9. I Can't Be Your Yoda, But I Can Be Your Harry Potter

Masterlist | AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

“Stiles, what do you mean,” Lydia asked, walking closer but he stepped away. “A Spark?”

“Aren’t evil Sparks, like, a Darach,” Kira asked, looking at Stiles nervously.

Mason sighed. “A Darach is a dark Druid. A Spark is an untrained Druid,” he recited, his brain basically reduced to facts from the research.

Kira stared blankly at him, more confused than before. “So… Kinda,” Kira asked.

“No,” Stiles said. “A Darach purposefully uses magic for evil. This kid can’t control his magic.”

“Kid,” Derek asked, looking at Stiles with sympathy.

Stiles sighed. He looked at the floor, not able to look his packmates in the eye. “If I’m right, his name is Evander. He’s ten.” Stiles chewed his lip as the pack waited for more. “All the packs that have been attacked are ones that I have had correspondence with. The Emissaries all know each other because of me…”

“Stiles, you couldn’t have known,” Lydia whispered, trying to comfort him.

“Yes, I could have,” Stiles snapped at her. “His mother told me– in fewer words– that he’d turned a born wolf human.” He looked at the map, pointing to the first pack that had been hit. “I sent him and his mother here– to the most disciplined Emissary I knew. They were the first ones hit. Fuck, he’s just a kid,” Stiles muttered.

Scott stepped in, placing a hand on Stiles’ arm. “It’s okay. We can talk more in the morning…” he told Stiles softly. “Why don’t you go shower. Try to relax.”

Stiles looked at Scott and nodded. He took a deep breath and started up the stairs. He could hear the wolves mumbling behind him but he didn’t stop.

Stiles was gathering clothes for his shower when the idea hit him. The tension fell from Stiles’ shoulders. He knew how to fix it. He grabbed his clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. He started the shower and pulled out his phone. He could fix it all. Stiles sent a text and waited, staring at the screen.

Are you in Beacon Hills? I want to help Evander.

He let out a shaky breath of relief when he read the reply.

Yes, we’re here! You think you can help?

He could fix this. He could fix it without having to get the pack involved. Stiles quickly sent her the address to the abandoned train depot Derek had used to train his betas. He told her to find a hotel room and keep Evander there until he asked to meet at the location.

With as many supernaturals as Beacon Hills had, they didn't need Evander accidentally stealing the wrong powers. With Stiles's luck, the kid would run into Noshiko and have the ability to summon things like the nogitsune or, worse, he'd run into Peter– enough said there.

He got in the shower, feeling much better. He’d fix it or die trying. Now he just had to figure out a way to get away without the pack noticing and take enough of Evander’s magic that he could live as a normal Spark. When Stiles got out of the shower, he saw another text.

They had a plan.

He got dressed and headed down stairs. He grabbed his computer and sat on the couch, settling into his specialty: research. Stiles started by emailing all Emissaries he had a good repor with. He asked them all one of two questions– ‘do you know of cloaking spells’ that work around werewolves or ‘is possible for one emissary to take another’s power’– but not both.

The first was innocuous. If they asked, he could spin a story about a surprise birthday party and needing to mask a heartbeat and smell to maintain the surprise. The second, he expected more questions about. Then again, Stiles had asked them all a host of questions since becoming a Spark so they could just see it as a Stiles thing. As much as he hated that the term ‘Stiles thing’ was used, it came in handy at times.

What Stiles had failed to notice was the growing number of people in the room. Tonight was movie night.

They wolves obviously saw– if not smelled– the serious, plotting look Stiles was giving his computer. Most of the group had chosen to sit on the floor to leave the space next to Stiles on the couch open. Even Derek was giving Stiles a wide berth. Issac was the poor soul who ended up being sat next to Stiles– mostly because they didn’t expect Stiles to take his head off.

Isaac sat next to Stiles, trying to make himself as small as possible. He did not want to be the one to bother Stiles while he was doing research. That is how you die.

After a lot of argument, they decided to watch Star Wars which totally was not a ploy to get Stiles to put away the computer and relax. They thought they’d succeeded too. When the theme song started, Stiles looked up from his computer. When Stiles looked away from the screen, there was a mumble from Jackson, starting a sharp movement of bodies that ended with Isaac getting knocked into Stiles.

The room froze waiting. Stiles stopped typing and gritted his teeth.

“I know you want to be the pack puppy but if you must act like a child, go sit somewhere else,” Stiles snapped, glaring at Isaac. He turned back to his computer, anger radiating off of him.

Derek stood up, moving Isaac to the opposite side of the couch from Stiles and sat between them. The move put Isaac behind Liam, part of why they didn’t start that way. Liam looked back at Isaac, smelling the mix of sadness and irritation, and placed a tentative hand on his leg. He offered Isaac the popcorn bucket, asking in a look if he was okay. Isaac shrugged, taking a handful of popcorn, and nodded a thank you.

Derek found himself glancing at Stiles' computer more than he should have. He leaned closer to Stiles on occasion to test the waters, feeling Stiles tense each time. He could tell Stiles was getting more irritated so he tried to keep his eyes on the movie and the pack. Even so, Derek subconsciously leaned closer to Stiles. He was so used to being close to him, it didn’t even happen on purpose.

Stiles roughly closed his laptop, catching the attention of the room. “Holy shit Derek! Is your nose fucking clogged? Could you not tell you idiots getting all up in my space is pissing me off? Fuck! Can't a person get some personal space around here," Stiles yelled. He scoffed and stood up, walking away from the pack and into the kitchen to finish his research.

In retrospect, Stiles felt bad for snapping at Isaac and Derek. He was on edge and when trying to keep secrets from a pack of walking lie detectors, anger was an easy cover. He hoped he was doing the right thing. He knew that the pack meant well but Evander and his mom didn’t come from a pack. Evander was like Stiles– he’d gotten his powers all at once in an overwhelming amount. His mom didn’t want to believe in the supernatural even when she talked to Stiles but she trusted him. Even if they didn’t mean to, the pack would scare them and then they might not let Stiles help. Really, it was just best if Stiles did this himself.

He sat on the kitchen floor, reading through anything he could find about hiding yourself from werewolves that the bestiary and digital spell books had to offer, waiting for any of the Emissaries to tell him anything. Hunters didn’t utilize magic, so their advice was keep a neutral emotional state and relax to slow your heart rate.

He gave up on trying to find cloaking and looked for stuff about power stealing. Surprisingly, he had a place to start with that one. First, he looked at the way magic was described. It was kind of freaky to be honest. When Stiles had told Deaton that it felt like his blood was vibrating when he didn’t use his magic, he’d been given a book about how magic existed in the body. Spoiler- it binds itself to your heart, which is why Stiles felt like his blood was vibrating.

Stiles got an email notification and smiled. Of course Saffi would be the first one to answer. She loved answering questions about magic and was a definite lover of surprises. She not only gave Stiles spells to hide objects but also how to hide individuals, groups and even gave him a few pointers for deceiving and sneaking around the pack. She also asked him to send her pictures of the birthday wolf and promised to keep his secret.

Stiles loved talking to Saffi. She always matched his energy about niche questions and was always excited to help someone who was genuinely interested in learning. He felt bad lying to her but told her they were planning something small so no extravagant pictures would be had.

He looked over the spells she had sent him. They seem easy enough.

Stiles looked up, closing his laptop quickly when the sound of claws ticking against the floor moved closer. He watched wolf-Derek round the corner and sat a ways away from Stiles. Derek was giving him space but still wanted to check on him.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispered, moving his laptop and holding a hand out to Derek.

It was all the invitation needed. Derek gave Stiles a soft growl, calling him an asshole, as he walked over to lay in his lap.

He caught Derek around the neck before he could lay down, hugging him. “I know,” Stiles whispered, hiding his face in Derek’s fur. “I’ll talk to Isaac later.”

Derek didn’t need to tell Stiles talking wouldn’t fix shit. He did, however, remind Stiles that wolves were very tactile when it came to emotions.

Stiles sighed. “Ya know. Being able to talk to you like this is nice. Nosey people can’t listen in this way,” he said. “You can tell Lydia that, Kira,” Stiles said, knowing said nosey pack members were definitely still trying.

If the look Derek gave Stiles meant what he thought, Lydia got the message. Stiles stood up, setting his laptop on the counter and went back to enjoy movie night with his family. Lydia rolled her eyes at him so she definitely got the message. Kira mouthed an apology and he sent her a wink. Stiles intended to lay on the couch with Isaac but found Liam and Isaac sitting on the couch sharing– but also hogging– the popcorn. Stiles smiled and sat on the floor with Scott.

Derek laid in his lap, growling about how he came to get Stiles because sitting on the couch with Liam and Isaac getting along was too weird. Stiles choked back his laughter, hiding his face in the wolf’s fur to stifle it.

Other than the weirdness of Liam and Isaac getting along, the rest of movie night went normally. They watched three movies and half the pack passed out in the living room. The awake potion then proceeded to carry the sleeping people upstairs to bed.

Bed being singular as they had taken all the mattresses and put them together in one room so they could comfortably sleep in one giant mess of bodies.

Stiles woke up early the next day– Ethan’s birthday– to make breakfast. He also used it as the test run for cloaking spells. He hid the smell of cooking pancakes and, hopefully, his own smell and heart rate. He tried to make pancakes with sprinkles, which turned out horribly. But it also meant he’d successfully hid the pancakes smell since nobody smelled them burning, including himself. Yay?

So he woke up Lydia and she made the perfect pancakes. Stiles was still convinced it was some kind of magic he'd yet to figure out.

“I can’t smell them,” Lydia said in confusion.

“Cool, right,” Stiles asked. He ended the cloaking spell hiding the scent for Lydia to smell of her perfect pancakes. “Magic,” he said, giving jazz hands for emphasis.

Lydia rolled her eyes. “So you hid it just so they wouldn’t smell food and instantly wake up,” she asked, both hearing the sound of the pack rushing to the kitchen.

“Yup,” Stiles said, pushing off the counter. He turned to the huddle of people and held up his hands. “Ethan goes first, then the humans and you can devourer the rest.���

The majority of the day was spent in a pile of werewolves with Ethan at the center.

There were a few times where Stiles got to try hiding himself from the pack. It worked scarily well. He walked into the kitchen once when Scott and Liam were talking and got a snack without either of them noticing. Stiles stared at them and dropped the spell, scaring the absolute shit out of them. One thing he did notice was that after he dropped the spell, Derek seemed to be really close by, giving him a confused look.

Stiles looked at the spell again, looking for caveats but didn’t see any so he sent Saffi an email to ask about it and let her know about the success of their pancake breakfast. He also sent a text to Evander’s mom, asking to meet that night.

He noticed through the day that Derek seemed to be having very serious and bewildered conversations with Scott. Stiles hoped it wasn’t about him but it was Derek and Scott. There were a limited amount of things the pair would be discussing and Stiles was high on that list.

When the pack headed to bed, Stiles tried to stay at the edge. He claimed he was too warm and even wore shorts to sell it. Considering Derek shifted into his wolf form and curled up next to him when he started shivering, he didn’t sell it well.

Stiles didn’t sleep, which wasn’t unusual. He waited until 1am and then got up, saying he needed the bathroom to get Derek off of him. He was pretty sure the wolf passed out again not long after and went to the bathroom.

He’d hidden a change of clothes in the bathroom earlier for this very reason. Stiles hid himself– his scent and heart beat– to sneak out of the loft. He pulled on shoes and left without a sound.

He made it down to the parking lot and hid the sound of the jeep. He started it and set off driving.

Stiles felt paranoid, like someone was following him. Everytime he looked into the rearview, he saw nothing so he kept driving. He dropped the spell when he was three blocks away from the loft and went to the depot.

He got out of the jeep, closing his door. He looked around, feeling a watchful eye on him. Somehow, he knew he wasn't in danger. It actually made him feel safe in a way. He felt the nerves slip away. He could do this. He could help Evander.

“I don’t know who’s there but thank you,” Stiles whispered.

He opened his phone, looking at the emails about how power is stolen. While going through them, he saw a reply from Saffi. Stiles opened it, feeling curious. It was about the caveat to the cloaking spells. In the short message, one word shook Stiles. One he knew and had been curious about but didn’t think could be right.

Hey Stiles!

So glad to hear the cloaking spell helped! I probably should have told you about the little exception just in case they were the birthday-wolf (Leave it to me to forget).

Even with a spell hiding your heartbeat and scent, a mate would still be able to feel your presence and might be a little freaked if they can't hear/smell you.

I hope they already told you but, if not, congrats on finding your mate!

Emissary Saffi Al-Jazari of the Rosewood Pack

Mates. Mates could see through the cloaking spells.

Stiles looked up, searching in the dark for someone. For the wolf who saw through his spells. For his mate.

He huffed a breath, cleaning it from his head. This was not the time or the place. He needed to keep clear his intentions. He needed to let the desire to save Evander fill his mind. He let the worry for the child fill his heart. Stiles made saving Evander his only thought and turned to the door.

Stiles walked in and Evander ran for him. His mother yelled for him to stop but it was all too late. The boy hugged Stiles, the man who would save him. He held onto the person who promised to set him free.

Stiles gasped, feeling all the magic in his body concentrate where Evander was touching him. He could feel it fighting. Evander was stealing his magic. Stiles placed a hand on the boy’s back and leaned down. He fell to his knees, hugging Evander.

Stiles took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He needed to help. He couldn’t let Evander take his magic too. The child wouldn’t be able to handle it.

He grimaced, feeling his magic draining into Evander. It was easy, letting it go. It would be so easy to let Evander take it away. He couldn’t let it. He had to stop it. He had to fight. He started to pull away Evander’s magic and it burned.

It was a white hot fire under his skin. Stiles bit back the pain. It was like the Nemeton all over again. It felt like he was dying. He felt every ounce of searing pain. It was worse than any pain he'd felt, like being cooked alive, but he wasn’t getting anywhere.

Evander was pulling at his magic as fast as Stiles was taking his.

He couldn’t just take a part of Evander’s magic. If he wanted to save him, he had to take all of it– the magic he was born with, the power he gained, the power he stole– every last bit.

Stiles had to do what was right. He had to take all of it, pull it into himself, even if it drove him insane.

He said his goodbyes mentally. He wanted to tell all his friends how sorry he was. He hadn't told Isaac he was sorry for yelling at him. He hadn't told Lydia he was sorry for hurting her when he lost control. He hadn't told Scott he was sorry for yelling at him. He hadn't told Ethan he used him as an excuse to learn spells to run out on them. He hadn't told Derek… he hadn't told him so many things. He lied to them. He locked them out. He may never be able to tell them.

If he did this, they could lose him. Stiles could be gone– lost to the insanity of power– forever.

Tears slipped down Stiles face.

He would lose them too. He would lose all of them. This could be it. This could be goodbye and only he would know. He’d be the only one to know.

But he had to. He had to do it. He had to save Evander’s future even if it cost his own. He couldn't let the little boy suffer any more than he already had.

So this was it. This was goodbye.

Stiles looked up. He saw a shadow by the entrance. A sad smile covered his face.

The wolf magic Evander has stolen rose in him. It screamed mate, your mate, DEREK!!!

Goodbye Sourwolf.

Stiles closed his eyes, his eyes falling to look at the floor. He didn't know if he could make himself do this if he was looking at Derek.

Deaton had told him, magic is in the heart and not the mind. It was why magic followed emotions, feelings. Magic wrapped around your heart.

Stiles focused. He pulled his magic in, focusing the pull at the source of the magic, Evander’s heart. He had to see it, imagine his own magic pulling and unwinding Evander’s. He had to carefully pull it away from his heart without hurting the boy.

He felt the magic pull free and Evander gasped, his eyes opening wide. Tears rolled down his cheeks. A sigh of relief shook the child in Stiles’ arms. Stiles shook too.

The power it took to pull the magic away drained him even as the new magic filled his veins. His blood felt like fire as it settled inside him. Stiles’ vision wes fuzzy. He couldn’t see. Colors and light swirled around him. Fire burned in his veins. His body felt like it was vibrating, buring. His brain was incoherent.

He could feel Evander shaking in his arms. Stiles pleaded for his safety and felt some of the blur clear. He was crying. Evander was crying. But he was laughing too. He was happy, Stiles could feel it. His brain sang, joy shaking him to the core. He did it. He saved him. Evander was free of magic.

“You're free now,” Stiles told him in a whisper, his hands shaking as he leaned back to rub Evander’s face. “You can go home.”

“No more magic,” Evander asked, fear and hope mixing in his voice.

Stiles shakes his head, wiping Evander’s tears away. “No buddy. No more magic.” Evander tackled Stiles in a hug. “Evander is a free elf,” Stiles joked and Evander laughed.

Evander laughed for the first time since it all started. He smiled for the first time in almost a year. He was happy. Stiles could feel it. He could feel and smell and hear Evander’s joy. He could hear Evander’s mother’s worry too. He could smell the terror and hope she held.

Stiles looked up at Evander’s mom and patted the kid’s back. “Go give mom a big hug for me, okay? She was worried about you.”

Stiles stood on shaky legs, watching the mother cry as her son hugged her. He didn’t want her to see how badly it hurt Stiles to save her son. It didn’t matter, he would have done it a hundred times over. He smiled and looked across the room. Stiles shook his head and stumbled over. “Come on, Sourwolf, you can’t hide from me.”

Derek stepped out of the shadow, a mess of emotion covering his face. “I could say the same to you,” he muttered.

Derek was scared and angry and proud and confused and in love. Stiles could smell all of it and he wanted to crumple to the floor and soak it all in. Derek placed a hand on Stiles’ back, ready to catch him if he fell. He could feel the tremors running through Stiles’ body. He tried to hide them but they were violent, forcing their way out.

“It was a good attempt,” Stiles shrugged, drawing small protection sigils on Derek’s arm to deplete the magic that coursed through his veins. “Worked on Scott and Liam.”

“They aren’t connected to you like—” Derek stopped his own words.

Stiles looked at him and sighed. “Derek, do you understand the sheer amount of power running through me right now? Not just Nemeton or Spark magic, the magic that creates werewolves too. I know. You can say it,” Stiles told him with a smile.

“Do you know what it means,” Derek asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes hard. “Do you know how sick I am of being asked that? Deaton and now you…” He shook his head. “Yes, Derek. I know what it means. I also know it’s up to us how it turns out.” Stiles stared into Derek’s eyes, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Excuse me,” Evander’s mother said, “sorry. Is this your… your… leader,” she asked hesitantly.

Stiles smiled at the woman. “No. No, this is just the nosey one who likes to make sure I’m safe and not doing silly things.”

She nodded. “You said there was no more magic, so we don’t have to deal with werewolves or any of that anymore?”

“Not unless you want to,” Stiles confirmed.

“Oh, dear god no! Sorry if that’s offensive,” She said quickly, “it’s just, Evander—”

“It’s okay,” Stiles chuckled. “You’ve had a hard few months. Go be normal human beings.”

Evander’s mother hugged him again and swept past them, carrying her son off to live in peace. Stiles watched her go with a sad smile.

“Ya know, the first time I talked to Evander’s mom, she told me his name means ‘good man’ and that he was a good boy. It was all an accident,” Stiles said. He cringed, feeling the stolen magic– the wolves– howling in his head. They wanted to go home. “Derek, we need to take them back.

Derek looked at him in confusion. “What,” he asked. He smelled so confused.

“The wolves,” Stiles told him. “I can hear them. They’re screaming and howling in my head and I have to take them home,” he said, breathing heavily.

Taking a werewolf’s magic meant taking part of them– taking half of their spirit. Werewolves aren’t human and they aren’t wolves. The wolf and the human are two halves of a whole. The two parts were so deeply and intricately intertwined that losing one would shred your spirit, leaving raw and exposed edges. Taking the wolf half trapped the instincts and want and mind of the wolf inside you. It would howl and whine and scream for it's other half. The ripped edges cutting so deeply, even hearing the mournful howls felt like experiencing a loss of your own. You were no longer alone in your own mind and the other inhabitant wasn’t human and was hurt far worse than any wound of the flesh. The wolf spirits only knew instinct and they were following the instincts to fight tooth and nail to get back to their other half.

Stiles was far back in his own mind, drowning in their sorrow as he tried to keep control. Taking one werewolf’s magic would have had an effect but you’d still have a chance to be you– you were a whole spirit, the wolf was half– but Stiles was fighting back over a hundred. Wolves– even if incomplete alone– outnumbered him. He was shaking.

Derek grabbed him, holding him up. “Okay. Okay,” Derek whispered, holding Stiles tightly, “we can go tomorrow. We’ll leave first thing in the morning and—”

“No,” Stiles shook his head, “now. We need to go now. They want to go home…”

Listen, this title is so funny to me. I had to use a Stiles quote for a title but none felt right so I took the scene where he tells Scott "I can be you Yoda. You're Yoda, I can be" and added a harry potter reference to the actual story (a parody on "Dobby is a free elf") which gave me this.

I know nobody else will find it funny, but I do, okay. And I do hate JKR for being a shitty TERF, but it's for the joke...

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Reblog this if you wanna be tagged in the Teen Wolf: X-Men Evolution au!!!!!

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GIVE ME MORE JACKSON X ETHAN FANFICS I WANT TO DROWN IN JETHAN FLUFF HELPPPPPP

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Masterlist

Crossovers

Teen Wolf x Shadowhunter

Formula 1

Sidemen

Tinder but make it your girlfriend (Ethan x Innit!reader)

Yellowstone

Cowboy Up pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9 pt10 pt11 pt12 pt13 pt14 (Ryan x Dutton!reader) (on indefinite hiatus)

Fandoms I no longer write for

Tease  (Arthur Pendragon x reader)

Mob Down Under (Mob!5sos.  Calum x reader)

Boredom (Ashton Irwin x reader)

Together Again  (Teen Wolf OC)

Pack Protectors (Teen Wolf OC)

Enjoy Yourself (Teen Wolf OC)

Elementary (Mob!Tom Holland x reader)

Mistake (Mob!Tom Holland x reader)

Surprises (Mob!Tom Holland x reader)

Defence Positions (Mob!Tom Holland x reader) Part 2

Not so bad (Mob!Tom x platonic male reader)

Safe (The Originals post-canon)

Being Elijah’s Daughter... (Elijah Mikaelson

For you (summoner reader x Nikolai Lanstov)

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Here we are! All prompts completed and only one final chapter left to go! Keep an eye out tomorrow for the finale!

Rated: Explicit - Some of the boys of beacon hills share some kinky stories from their past during a friendly game of Never Have I Ever.

This chapter: Xenophilia - Mason/Jackson/Ethan/Corey

Mason gets to have some fun with two types of supernaturals at the same time...