#i just wanna write werewolf fanfics okay leave me alone

[crackedship]

i wanna write feysand fanfic but i don't remember what they're actually like at all, so if i end up posting it i beg that no one complain that they're out of character, thank you

[heliswife]

okay I wanna write for dark moon here's a short fic. first time writing for my pookie so sorry if it's ooc.

@onthat611beat i think I wrote it first unless you published it while I was writing. if so then I hate you 💔

You were convinced Solon hated you. He would scowl at you whenever you two met eyes at the academy, telling you to steer away from you and his group. You haven't even been at Decelis Academy for long, only just transferring a month ago.

"I don't know why he doesn't like me much," You complained to your best friend, Shion. Unlike his friend, Solon, Shion was super nice and bubbly.

"Hm, when did you first talk to him? Maybe you accidentally made a bad first impression?" Shion suggested.

"Um..." You tried to recall your first encounter with Solon. "I think it was a day after I transferred? I was on a night stroll- bad idea, I know- and I saw him there. I think we only said a few things to each other before parting ways, he didn't seem too irritated talking to me."

Shion's eyes widened, "Y/n... was it a full moon?"

"I don't remember, I literally have goldfish memory, maybe?"

"Oh, oh no..." You were getting concerned. What does he mean by that? "I'll let you figure that out yourself. You should try talking to him. What do you think of him, y/n?"

"Well..." You had to admit, even if he was an asshole towards you, he was really pretty. "He's not the worst looking? And... he's pretty nice to you guys from what I've seen, I think?"

"You sound a little confused. Do you like him or no?" You just shrugged. "Okay, I'll leave you alone. Night, bestie." Shion left your room, leaving you, the very confused y/n, just sitting on your bed.

The next day, Solon came up to you. That was rare. "We need to talk." You blankly stared at him. The man who has purposefully been ignoring you wants to talk to you? "I'm not asking, come." His hand wrapped around your wrist as he took you to a dark secluded area. You were an avid fanfic reader, so the thought of him kidnapping you and revealing to be a mafia was definitely an option. Thankfully(?) that wasn't the case.

"What do you want, Solon?" You crossed your arms.

"You know I'm part werewolf, right?"

"WH-" His hand covered your mouth before you could finish.

"Shut up. Werewolves end up falling in love with the first person I see under the full moon. You were that person, or whatever," He scoffed, face flushed pink.

You moved his hand from your mouth so you could speak, "Seriously? Is that why you were ignoring me?"

He nodded. "Let go of my hand. It's okay if you don't like me, I could go back to ignoring you if you want."

"Solon, no. We could give this a shot. I don't mind you being a werewolf, surprisingly. You could be worse." You squeezed his hand.

Solon forcefully pulled his hand away and turned around. "Okay, I'm leaving now, but meet me outside of the academy tomorrow at noon, we're going on a date."

"Solon?" It was too late for you to call his name, he was already long gone. You smiled to yourself, you actually got a date with a hot guy. You looked up at the stars, thanking them for bringing the two of you together that fateful full moon.

[wolfstar-supremacy-innit]

"Tell who?"- Part 3

Remus smiled into his pillow. Why’s he so cute? He felt something rustle under his stomach. Reaching under himself, he pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. His resolutions list. Remus flipped onto his back and squinted at the letters. Warmth was pooling in his chest. Something is missing here. He patted the bed in search for his quill and ink, then wrote:

5. Fuck this I wanna tell him I love him

The paper slipped to the floor as Remus’ arms gave out and he drifted into an instantaneous, profound sleep.

Alternatively:

The Marauders are in their 6th year at Hogwarts, it's New Year's Eve and Remus writes a New Year's resolutions list. Sirius finds it the next day. The story is written from Remus' point of view. It's wolfstar and lighthearted. Kinda inspired by this fanfic.

This is part 3 of the story. I will be posting the other parts separately here and also the full fic on ao3 (I will link everything when it's done, check this post for that in some time). Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of anxiety disorder.

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy <3

I’m such an idiot. I’m an idiot. Why didn’t I lie?! Why didn’t I disprove it? This was it. This was the end of the world. He knew Sirius wouldn’t react terribly badly. He wouldn’t express disgust or resentment, not after Remus confided in him about how sensitive he was on the question of his own sexuality. But it would be painfully awkward. Their connection would never be the same; it couldn’t. Remus dreaded losing his best friend. But it was done. Sirius’ best friend was James anyway. Remus buried his face in his hands as tears stung his eyes. He settled into his new hideout and slept there for the night. He couldn’t bear to face Sirius.

In the morning, Remus made an effort to arrive to Charms class as late as possible, right as Flitwick was commencing his lesson. He slid into the chair at the end of their usual table, next to James. Sirius was on the other end. “Where were you, mate? You scared us,” James whispered. Peter was gazing at Remus over his shoulder.

Remus cleared his throat. “Sorry, fell asleep in my spot,” he said. In his peripheral vision, Sirius was leaning far on the table, trying to catch his attention. But Remus took it upon himself to laser focus on the lesson, his nose buried so deep into his notes, it was nearly touching the parchment.

After the class, he bolted again. He just couldn’t face him. He couldn’t. He returned to his hiding place and waited out his free period and most of lunch. He had to repeat his breathing exercises more than ever. Suddenly, Remus paused. Determination was rising in his chest. Then he forced himself to pull it together. It wasn’t like Remus to run away from his problems. If being a werewolf had taught him anything, it was that neglecting and avoiding your issues doesn’t make them vanish. Makes them worse, even. Also, Remus didn’t have a lot. He had his parents, music, books, magic, and he had his friends. There wasn’t much he prised more than his friendships with James, Sirius and Peter. Sirius knowing about his crush was thoroughly embarrassing, yes, but it wasn’t worth completely losing his friends. Plus, he was due for a shower. So Remus took a few more deep breaths, dusted himself off, and headed for the dorm. When he got there, nobody was inside. He took his sweet time in the shower, allowing the warm water to drain out more of his nervous energy. I can handle this.

When Remus got out, Sirius was there, lying on his stomach, doing homework. He looked up. Remus put on a brave face and said: “Hi.” Sirius’ worried expression was exchanged with a slightly more relaxed one. “Hi.” Remus sat on his own bed looking in Sirius’ general direction, but not quite at him, cleared his throat, and said: “Um, sorry I bolted. That was childish.”

“That’s alright,” Sirius replied in the tiniest voice. It was very unlike his usual loud, assertive self.

Remus wanted the bed to swallow him whole, but he pushed through. “We don’t have to talk about the... thing. Or acknowledge it. It’s not a big deal, really.” A lie. But it needed to be done. Sirius didn’t say anything. Remus was certain he didn't know what to say. Reaching into his bag, Remus retrieved his Charms textbook and started on his own homework. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius still looking at him for another minute, then he went back to work. The silence was agonising and tense, but Remus had known it would be. They would just have to persevere. After a while, Sirius asked: “Hey, could you help me with this? It’s Arithmancy. I procrastinated, and now I have to hand it in in half an hour.” Remus snorted. Their next class was Arithmancy, and only he and Sirius took it. So, Sirius was choosing to act like nothing happened. That was okay with Remus. “Sure.”

Only, as it happens, Sirius didn’t ignore it. Throughout the next week, he started acting a little peculiar. He was still loud and fooling around, but he would also hold doors for Remus, for example. If anyone knew Sirius, they knew doors were either held for him, or he would just swing them open and let them slam behind him into the next person’s face. Even James noticed it and asked him if he had brain damage. Also, a couple times at meals, Sirius would scoot his seat closer to Remus’, making their arms brush while they ate. The first time it happened, Remus blushed so profusely, he could see giant pink splotches splattered all over his neck and cheeks in his reflection in one of the large silver bowls on the table. Sirius stopped calling him ‘mate’ too. Occasionally, he’d ask for help with his homework, even though he clearly didn’t need it. It all made Remus want to shoot himself in the face with a hex. It seemed like Sirius was pitying him, and he despised it. It was somehow worse than Sirius being awkward and distant around him.

January’s full moon fell on the 25th, and Remus’ transformation didn’t go particularly smoothly. It was likely one of the worst ones out of all those he spent with his friends as animagi. He was fairly confident it was because of the whole Sirius thing. Just because he decided to deal with it didn’t mean it wasn’t taking its toll. Remus was stressed all the time. Not just because of Sirius, of course, but that was a key factor. When he woke up in the hospital wing the following morning, his friends were there. James rambled on enthusiastically about an upcoming Quidditch match. Remus didn’t really comprehend half of it, but still tried to nod at appropriate times. Peter piped in once in a while to agree with James or add something. Sirius, however, was completely silent the whole visit. About an hour later, Madam Pomfrey chased James, Sirius and Peter out, but Remus didn’t mind too much. He was knackered. He drifted off to sleep before the boys were even out the door.

Later that day, at dusk, Remus sat in his hospital bed reading a muggle novel when Sirius popped in. Or rather sneaked in. He was alone this time. “Had a free period. Thought you might want some company,” he explained. Elation started brewing in Remus’ stomach.

“Oh, brilliant, thanks.”

“What are you up to, then?” Sirius sat on the bed.

Remus lifted his book. “Reading. Not much to do here, really.”

“Sweet. Will you read to me?”

“What?”

Sirius smiled. “Will you read out loud for me?” He turned around, plopped on the bed face-up with his boots propped up on the railing at the foot of the bed. He tucked his hands behind his head, half lying on Remus’ legs.

“Oh, okay.” Heat sneaked up Remus’ neck. He read to Sirius until it was almost time for him to leave for his next class.

“Transfiguration next. Think I’m gonna gouge out my eyes if we don’t move on from teacup to gerbil.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. You mastered it two lessons ago.” Remus rolled his eyes, smiling. Sirius let out a soft laugh.

“Moony...” He was now sitting on the bed next to Remus. “I feel like this is my fault.” He reached out and gently touched the bandage on Remus’ arm. Sirius was referring to Remus’ beat-up state.

“What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Well, because of the... You know... I mean, you’re upset and-“ Remus’ heartbeat picked up swiftly. They hadn’t so much as mentioned the crush since that day in the dorm.

“I’m not upset. Really. I just have a lot on my mind.” He searched his brain for something more to say to make Sirius feel better. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was Remus’ for letting this bother him so much. “It’s not you.”

“You sure?” His eyes were so sad; it was painful.

“Yes, Sirius, really. It’s not you, okay?”

“Okay.” After a pause, Sirius continued: “Oh, I almost forgot. Brought you something.” He smiled, finally. After rummaging in his bag, Sirius emerged with a stack of chocolate bars and dropped them into Remus’ lap. They were Remus’ favourite. Warmth fluttered across his chest. Sirius had to have ordered these from Honeydukes. Now it was Remus’ time to smile.

“Oh, brilliant! Thanks, Sirius.”

“No problem. Right. I better clear off, then. I can’t handle another detention with Minnie for something as stupid as being late.”

“Right. See you in the dorm then.”

“See ya, Moony. Oh, loved the reading. We should definitely do that again!” Then he walked out the door. Remus’ cheeks flamed crimson. He sank deep into the covers, yanking them over his head. He’s gonna be the death of me.

***

After that visit at the hospital, another strange thing started happening. On several occasions, Remus caught Sirius staring at him, then quickly looking away when their eyes connected. In class, at meals, in the common room as the four of them sat in front of the fireplace doing homework. It made Remus very nervous and a little confused. Furthermore, with James’ upcoming match, Sirius and Remus found themselves alone more often than not. James either had practice or was in the library going over tactics for his team, and Peter loved tagging along. When Sirius and Remus were alone in the dorm, Sirius would usually suggest that Remus read to him. At first, they were in their respective beds, but then Sirius started sneaking onto Remus’ bed as he read. It made Remus’ heart thump every time, because Sirius Black in his bed, well. That was a sight to see. He would lounge on his back, one ankle over the other, hands behind his head, eyes shut, and listen. He never fell asleep. Occasionally, he would laugh or comment on an interesting segment.

One of those times, both of them were on Remus’ bed as Remus read “A Stranger in a Strange Land” by Robert A. Heinlein. Sirius liked the muggle books. He was in his usual disposition, with half of his hair loosely and messily pulled back with a hair tie. Remus adored that look on Sirius. He was sitting cross-legged in level with Sirius’ hips, with the book sprawled onto his lap.

“Hey, got a cig,” Sirius asked as Remus was turning the page.

“Yep.” He used Accio to fetch his rolling equipment from his bedside table, placed the contents on the rizla and performed his spell. It rolled smoothly, the tobacco and filter tucked tightly into the paper. He’d been practising.

“Hey, that’s one thing off your resolutions list,” Sirius said, smiling as he accepted the cigarette. Their fingers touched.

“Well, technically, it’s two, isn’t it...,” Remus trailed off, clearing his throat. Christ, why did I say that?! He could already feel the blood rushing in his ears. Maybe Sirius wouldn’t get the reference... But Sirius pushed himself onto his elbows and peered at him. Remus pretended to pack up his cigarette equipment with intense concentration. Sirius sat all the way up and leaned so close, Remus could feel his breath. Nervousness sparked off goosebumps all over Remus’ skin. He swallowed thickly. Sirius smelled of mint and expensive shampoo. “Moony,” he said, and Remus finally turned to face him. Their noses were less than two centimetres apart. Remus’ heart was hammering against his ribs.

Sirius glanced at his lips, then slowly leaned in and closed the distance. Remus fluttered his eyes shut as adrenaline set his insides ablaze. The kiss was warm and gentle. “Sirius..,” Remus started, but the other boy just connected their lips again, this time kissing him more eagerly, and Remus just gave over. Sirius was letting him know this wasn’t charity; he really wanted it. He licked into Remus’ mouth delicately, grasping the back of his neck to pull him closer. Remus had never had a real tongue kiss before, but Sirius was leading him, and it all came naturally. Without warning, he felt tears burning behind his closed eyes. Remus had never, not even for a moment, let himself get caught up in the idea of Sirius liking him back. He knew rejection would shatter his soul, and he couldn’t let himself be torn apart by his own fantasies. But it wasn’t a fantasy anymore, and Remus was overwhelmed with the relief of letting go. Of finally allowing himself to crave what he'd been pushing down for months. His favourite person wanting him back. He entwined his fingers into Sirius’ hair and kissed him back intensely. They were both breathing heavily, then Sirius placed his other palm on Remus’ upper thigh. A tingling sensation shot up his lower back as he inhaled a long breath through his nose. Sirius was remarkably skilled, Remus noted.

Remus lost all sense of time. He didn’t know how long they kissed, it simultaneously felt like minutes and hours. Suddenly, they leapt apart as steps and chatter echoed on the stairs leading to the dorm. Sirius stood up and hurriedly smoothed down his hair. Remus wiped his lips with the back of his hand and frantically covered his lap with the covers. He was tight in his trousers. Christ. He wondered whether Sirius noticed as the heat blazed his cheeks. Peter and James trudged into the room, still talking.

“Alright lads,” James said, sauntered to his bed and started taking off his Quidditch robes.

Sirius cleared his throat, then said: “Uh, yeah. Brilliant.” His voice came out lower that usual.

"Bloody amazing practice today!"

“Oh, you guys Should have seen them! I could barely keep track of the Quaffle! Ravenclaw hasn’t got a chance,” Peter prattled on, but Remus couldn’t focus. His brain was whirring a thousand miles a minute. Holy shit, was the only coherent sentence his mind could congregate. He could still feel the the ghost of Sirius’ kiss on his lips.

Minutes later, Sirius returned to his usual banter and mucking about with James. If something different was going on inside his head, it didn’t show. A sudden arrow of disappointment and yearning shot through Remus’ chest. Was this just a one-off? His excitement dwindled for a moment, but when he glanced over to Sirius again, he was already looking at him. They smiled at each other. It didn’t matter anyway. Remus felt like this kiss could power his brain for all eternity. It had been like something straight out of a dream.

Part 4 will probably take me a little longer, given that I basically had the first 3 parts drafted when I posted the first one. Also 4 will probs be the last one. Hope you like it so far! :) <3

Part 1 Part 2

[darkfairy-tales]

Drunk Alpha

Description: "We are mated Taehyungie~" the omega says shaking his head with a small smile. The alpha looks shocked to the core as his mind registered the words. "Holy shit really?!! I am so fucking lucky then."

Pairing: Taehyung x Jimin

Genre: Werewolf au, Mates, Mpreg, Omega Jimin, Alpha Taehyung, mentions of alcohol, fluff

"He is wasted Jimin. I will be bringing him back." Namjoon says. Jimin sighs over the phone. He can hear the faint music from Namjoon's background. He assumes the party was still going on. "Okay hyung. Take care." He says as he ends the call. Taehyung had went out along with others. Jimin had stayed behind. Being pregnant and in his second trimester Jimin didn't really wanted to go out so he had stayed. Just as promised minutes later Namjoon is the one who drops Taehyung off. Jimin opens the door and greets the older who is standing a bit awkwardly thanks to drunk Taehyung who was clinging onto the older alpha. "He is so annoying when he is drunk." Namjoon snorts as he listens to the drunk alpha whine about how it was cold. "It's Taehyung we are talking about." Jimin laughs as he helps Namjoon with Taehyung. The drunk alpha looks up hearing his voice. "Who is he? Why is he in my house?" Taehyung slurred out pointing his finger or at least trying to point at Jimin. Namjoon almost face palms himself hard. "Great. He lost his mind too." The older grumbles. Jimin just looks at his mate amused. "He is Jimin you idiot." Namjoon says as he drags the younger alpha to his room. He drops Taehyung on top the back not so gracefully. "I am so done with him." Namjoon huffs. "How did he even got so drunk?" Jimin asked genuinely curious. "Him and Jungkook had a drinking contest. Jungkook is already knocked out. Jinnie is taking care of him now." Namjoon says. Jimin snorts. Totally expected from Jungkook and Taehyung to do something like this.

"Anyway I will go now. Jinnie alone can't handle drunk Jungkook." Namjoon says as he pats Jimin's head. "Okay hyung. Take care. And tell jinnie I said Hi." He says smiling at the older gratefully. "Of course. You also take care. Of yourself and the pups." He says. After saying goodbye and a promise to meet up again Namjoon goes back. Jimin locks the front door and goes back to his room. Taehyung is not asleep. He is still awake and whining about random things. "Tae~ do you want something to drink? Or eat?" Jimin asks as he goes to the alpha. Taehyung hiccups. "Noooo. I don't even know you. Why are you in my house?" Taehyung asks as he sits up on the bed. "You don't remember?" Jimin asked raising his eyebrow amused at his drunk mate. He couldn't be even angry. The alpha just looked so cute. Taehyung shakes his head 'no'. "You should stay away from me. My future mate won't like it if another omega is tooooo close to me." Taehyung says as he scoots away. Jimin almost laughs out loud at Taehyung's drunk antics. It was adorable how Taehyung couldn't even remember that he is mated and that he is his omega in his drunk state but still cares about how his 'future mate' will feels about him being close to another omega

"I am sure they won't TaeTae." He says with a giggle as he sits down beside Taehyung. The alpha looking at him with wide eyes. "You are really beautiful though.... Like.. like the most beautiful omega I have ever seen." Taehyung says a goofy smile spreading on his lips. Jimin laughs at that. "If you say so Taetae." He says. "I think you are my mate." Taehyung says making a weird expression. Jimin snorts yet again. "Do you wanna know a secret?" He asks. The alpha nods immediately curious. "We are mated Taehyungie~" the omega says shaking his head with a small smile. The alpha looks shocked to the core as his mind registered the words. "Holy shit really?!! I am so fucking lucky then." He says as he gives Jimin an incredulous look. Jimin the. Decides to play along with his alpha. "And you know another secret?" He asked with a smile biting his lips trying to hold in his giggles. "What?" Taehyung asks looking at him. "I am carrying your pups. Two of them." Jimin says as he pats his baby bump. Taehyung looks down and he looked even more shocked than the first time. "Holy shit. I am a dad. And mated." He slurred out.

He pulls Jimin closer to him gently with his arms wrapped around the omega's waist and lays down placing Jimin next to him with his back facing him. He hugs the omega. "My mate. My pups." He mumbles as he nuzzles his nose against Jimin's neck making the omega giggle feeling ticklish. "Yes taetae. Yours." He says as he relaxes his body in Taehyung's hold. "Sleep now baby. It is late." He coos as he turns around to face the drunk alpha. "I don't want to." Taehyung says. "Why?" Jimin asked. "What if you disappear when I wake up?" Taehyung asks with a sad expression. Jimin's heart melts at his words. "Oh honey don't worry. I will be there when you wake up. I am not leaving." He says as he brings one of his hand up to pkay wirh the alpha's hair. The alpha closing hid eyes, nuzzling his head against his hand. "Pinky promise?" Taehyung mumbles. "Yes promise." Jimjn says. "I love you mate." Taehyung says as relaxes inhaling Jimin sweet strawberry scent. Jimin smiles looking at the alpha who was almost asleep. "I love you too baby." He says as he closes his eyes ready to sleep. He was grateful to have Taehyung as his alpha. He felt happy with him and content. But he still was going to tease the alpha the next day.

The Next Day~

"I was drunk baby!" Taehyung whines. "Yeah. Drunk and forgot me." Jimin says laughing as he thought back to the way the alpha had acted last night. Taehyung pouts. "Don't tease me more about this. Just let it go." He says. "Never. I am going to remind you about last night till the day we grow old and grey." Jimin says as he approaches the alpha hugging him. Taehyung immediately hugs back. "You are being extra touchy." Taehyung teases. Jimin playfully growls at his words. "Shut up I just love you." He says. "I love you too. I always feel glad to have you as my mate." Taehyung says as he smiles down at the omega who looks up at him with an equally sweet smile. No one complains when they spend the whole day cuddling. They were just so in love with each other. But no one was complaining of course.

Hello guys!! How are you all?? I hope you are all doing great! I hope you liked this short one shot fanfic. Please don't forget to like and reblog this.

You can also check my whole masterlist which is pinned. I love you all. Thanks again! Take care and stay safe. Also comment which ship should I write next! Jihope or Jikook?

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 9

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to post this, I haven’t really been in the mood to write. That’s why this part was sort of short, but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things and writing more often!

MASTERLIST

Chapter 9 -  Shin

Season 2, Episodes 1 and 2

Ramie had spent most of her time since leaving the hospital, back at the hospital with Lydia. Since Lydia’s wounds were much more severe than Ramie’s she was stuck there for much longer, and Ramie didn’t want to leave her friend’s side. Any time she wasn’t with Lydia, she spent with Isaac. Ramie and Isaac hadn’t talked much about the night of formal, Ramie was still shaken up over the whole thing and Isaac didn’t push. The two were practically dating at that point, just without the label to make it official.

Things for Scott and Allison however, were not going smoothly. Allison had told Ramie that her Dad had caught her and Scott together and freaked out, threatening Scott and basically breaking the two of them up. However, the two of them were still sneaking around together. Therefore, when Lydia disappeared screaming, literally, from the hospital one night, she called Allison and told her and Scott to get to the hospital as soon as they could. Stiles, whom she had called first, was already pulling into the parking lot not long after.

“Did you get it?” He asked as Ramie hopped into the jeep. Ramie held up the hospital gown Lydia had left behind. She had been taking a shower when she took off from the hospital, and Scott requested something to catch her scent with, so they could try to track her down.

Ramie’s phone buzzed with a text from Isaac as soon as Scott pulled up. He said he needed to talk to her, asking if she was busy. She said she’d call him later, and briefly explained the Lydia situation. He told her not to worry about him.

Ramie, not worrying about it, then found herself hiding in the woods from Allison’s father, while Scott was hanging from a trap he had set. Allison’s dad, thinking Lydia had been turned by Peter, was also searching for their lost friend. However, by the next day at school, Lydia was still missing. Ramie begged Melissa to let her go looking for her friend, but Melissa insisted the police had everything covered and Ramie had to attend school. Stiles informed Ramie and Scott when they got to school that morning that someone had dug up a gravesite the previous night, and ate the liver of a body. They were convinced it was Lydia, and that she was turning into a wolf.

“It’s causing me severe mental anguish to admit this but he’s right,” Stiles whispered up to Scott during Harris’ class. Ramie narrowed her eyes from next to him.

“Who’s right?”

“Jackson,” Stiles nodded towards the boy sitting a few rows behind them, while Scott agreed. “The next time she steals an organ from someone they’re probably gonna be alive.”

“This is a pop quiz Mr. Stilinksi, not a group project,” Harris’ voice came from the front of the room. “If I hear your voice again I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” Stiles shot back, and Ramie kicked his shin under the table, begging him to shut up.

“There it is again, your voice,” Harris continued. “Triggering the only time I’ve ever wanted to strike a student repeatedly, and violently." Ramie could hear Jackson and Danny snickering behind them, and she shot them a look. Danny gave a forgiving smile but Jackson just smirked.

“I’ll see you at 3 for detention,” Harris said to Stiles. Scott turned to look at Stiles’ and Ramie rolled her eyes. “You too Mr. McCall? Ramona?”

“No sir,” Ramie said, turning back to her quiz while Scott shook his head. She heard Stiles and Scott laughing quietly.

“Ramona,” Stiles whispered teasingly, which earned him another kick to the shin.

…

Late that night after being a good friend and going to Allison’s aunt’s funeral, despite the fact that Ramie knew she was a psychotic werewolf killer, and meeting Allison’s creepy grandfather, Ramie went to Derek’s for another training session. Once Stiles had called Ramie and told her that they had found Lydia and she was safe, Ramie headed to Derek’s. They had been training regularly since they started, not long after Scott was bitten, and Ramie felt like she was really getting the hang of things.

“So, Allison’s grandfather is the new hunter in town,” Ramie panted as she threw a punch at Derek, and successfully ducked from him throwing one back. Derek nodded, attempting to grab her wrist, but Ramie twisted away, causing Derek to slip to the side. Ramie threw another punch and this one hit Derek straight in the nose, as he was distracted by someone yelling his name.

“Jesus, McCall,” Derek groaned, holding his nose. “You got me good.” Ramie opened and closed her throbbing hand as the person who was yelling to Derek came into view, and it was probably the last person Ramie expected.

“Isaac?” Ramie stepped towards the curly haired boy.

“Ramie,” he stammered. “What are you going here?”

“I might ask you the same question,” Ramie said, grabbing gauze from a table near Derek, and beginning to wrap her now bloody and definitely bruised hand.

“Isaac’s with me now,” Derek said, almost smugly.

“With you?” Ramie raised her eyebrows, looking between the two. Isaac looked at the ground. “Isaac please don’t tell me-“

“He’s my beta,” Derek cut her off. Ramie’s mouth dropped open. She looked to Isaac, who finally met her eyes.

“He offered it to me and I accepted,” Isaac explained quickly. “I know about your brother and Lydia and everything.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” Ramie stepped towards him, arms crossed over her chest.

“I tried to the other night,” he shrugged. Ramie opened her mouth to fire back, but realized he was right. He had asked to talk to her when Lydia went missing.

“While I’d love to sit here and listen to this lover’s quarrel I’d like to know why you’re here suddenly,” Derek’s voice came from behind the two of them. Ramie jumped slightly, forgetting he was there.

“It’s my Dad,” Isaac said. “I think something killed him. And I swear it wasn’t me.”

Issac explained to Derek that he was having dinner with his Dad when he got violent, throwing plates at Isaac, and Isaac took off. He explained that he had then found his Dad’s body in his car in an alleyway, and it was torn apart. Derek left almost immediately to go check out the body, leaving Isaac and Ramie alone.

“You could’ve told me you know,” Ramie said, sitting down against one of the old subway cars that were in Derek’s lair. Isaac slid down next to her. “About your Dad hitting you.”

“You have enough on your plate,” he gave her a small smile. She grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked after a minute. Isaac shook his head.

“Why are you here?” He changed the subject. “And why did I walk in to you punching Derek?”

“Derek’s been training me to fight,” Ramie explained. “And Scott doesn’t know, so please don’t tell him.”

“Your brother isn’t gonna be very happy when he finds that out,” Isaac smirked at her. “And he also won’t be happy to hear you’re dating me, and I’m with Derek.” “Which is why we keep that from him for as long as possible,” Ramie told him, ruffling his hair as she stood up. He followed her over to the couch, where she grabbed her backpack. “And why I need to get home before it gets too late. You sure you’re okay?”

Isaac’s bright blue eyes met hers, as he grabbed her waist. He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

“Promise,” he whispered, as their lips broke apart. “My Dad was horrible. I’m just gonna wait here until Derek gets back.”

“Call me if you need anything,” Ramie told him. He nodded, giving her another quick kiss before she turned, leaving him alone.

…

“When were you going to tell me that you’re dating a fucking werewolf,” Scott seethed as he caught Ramie in the halls the next day at school. “A werewolf who is now going to jail because the police think he murdered his father,” Stiles butted in, throwing his hands in the air. Ramie shushed both of them, looking around. No one seemed to notice the angry boys, but Ramie tugged them into an empty classroom, just in case, closing the door behind them.

“Oh, and Allison’s grandfather is apparently the principal now,” Stiles said as the door shut. Scott sent him a look that clearly meant to shut up. Ramie sighed.

“I only found out last night,” Ramie said, answering their questions from before and ignoring Stiles’ comment about Gerard Argent. “How did you find out?”

“I could smell him,” Scott explained. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Isaac asked me not to,” Ramie lied. Scott’s eyes narrowed at her, but he didn’t push any further. “And I heard about the police taking him.”

“They haven’t left yet,” Scott said. Stiles was surprisingly quiet.

“I called Derek,” Ramie said, before thinking. Scott’s eyes narrowed and Ramie continued before he could ask any more questions. “Tonight’s the full moon and we need to get him out before then.”

“I have detention,” Stiles said, holding up his hands and looking at the clock.

“Call us after,” Ramie told him, heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Scott asked, following behind her.

“To get Isaac out,” she replied, running down the hall. She could her Scott following behind her as she pushed opened the front doors of the school. Derek was parked out front.

“You’re going with him?” Scott called after her. Ramie ignored him, opening the door to Derek’s car.

“Get in,” Derek said to Scott through the open window.

“Are you serious,” Scott groaned back, pointing towards the police car that just took Isaac away. “You did that, that’s your fault.”

“I know that,” Derek admitted. “Now get in the car and help us.”

“How about I go get a lawyer, someone who actually has a chance of getting him out before tonight?” Scott stepped closer to the car.

“Not when they do a search of his house,” Derek said. Scott looked confused. “Whatever Jackson told the police, what’s in that house is way worse, trust me.”

Scott stood still for a second, near the car now. Ramie looked at him with pleading eyes. He groaned, moving down the rest of the steps and opening the car door, Ramie hopping in the back to let him in.

After showing Scott the freezer that Isaac’s dad used to lock his son in, Scott was convinced that helping Derek break Isaac out was the right move. However, he stayed behind to use said freezer to lock himself up for the full moon. Allison was meeting him there and was going to chain him in. Stiles met Derek and Ramie at the police station, the latter two getting in the jeep when they got there.

“Alright, so, the keys to all the cells are in a lockbox in my Dad’s office,” Stiles explained. “We just need to get past the front desk, and get there before the fake cop the Argent’s sent gets there.”

“Fake cop?” Ramie asked.

“Allison slowed him down, don’t worry,” Stiles shrugged it off. Ramie wanted to ask more questions but let the two of them continue.

“It’s no problem,” Derek said, going to open the door.  “I’ll distract the lady at the front desk.”

“You? You’re not going in there,” Stiles said, grabbing Derek’s arm. Derek looked between Stiles’ face and his grip on his arm. “I’m taking my hand off.”

“He was exonerated,” Ramie defended Derek from the back seat.

“He’s a person of interest,” Stiles turned towards her, sending her a glare.

“An innocent person,” Derek corrected. Ramie nodded as Stiles looked between the two of them.

“An? In-? You? Yeah, right,” Stiles stuttered, eyebrows raised. Derek deadpanned back him. “Okay, fine. What’s your plan?”

“To distract her,” Derek said again.

“By punching her in the face?”

“By talking to her,” Derek seethed at Stiles.

“Okay, how? Give me a sample, what are you gonna open with,” Stiles questioned him. Derek was quiet, glaring at Stiles. “Silence, that’s a great idea, it’ll work flawlessly, I’m sure. Any other ideas?”

“I’m thinking about punching you in the face,” Derek started.

“Let’s just go,” Ramie said to the two of them, getting out of the jeep and walking towards the building so they had no choice but to follow her.

When they got inside, Derek’s tactic of flirting with the officer at the front desk actually worked quite well, and Ramie and Stiles managed to sneak into Sheriff Stilinksi’s office.

However, once Stiles opened the lockbox, the keys were nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” Stiles muttered. “We need to go tell Derek.”

Ramie nodded, following him out the door and running straight into him in the hallway when he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Jesus Sti, what are you,” Ramie started, then trailed off as she looked up and saw what Stiles was staring at. A man in a cop’s uniform, and a broken arrow in his leg, was standing in the hallway, staring down the two of them. Before Ramie could react, the man grabbed Stiles, dragging him down the hallway. She chased after the two of them, but the man shoved her, knocking her to the ground, her head smacking the wall. She laid on the ground for a second, blinking. Her head was pounding, but she leapt up when the fire alarm started to go off, running towards where the man had dragged Stiles. She ran into the room just as Isaac appeared, pushing the man who was standing over Stiles on the ground. Issac, in wolf form, pushed the man into the wall, as Ramie grabbed Stiles, who pulled the two of them into a corner away from Isaac and the man struggling.

Issac smashed the man’s head into the wall, knocking him out, falling limp to the ground. Issac turned, growling towards Stiles and Ramie as Derek entered the room, stepping on the syringe that the man had been carrying. Issac stepped towards Ramie and Stiles, Stiles grabbing Ramie and pulling her closer, shielding her body with his. However, Derek stepped in, roaring at Isaac who then instantly cowered to the ground, turning back to human, shaking and sweating.

“How did you do that?” Stiles asked, looking between Derek and Isaac.

“I’m the alpha,” Derek explained, a smirk on his face. Issac, looking terrified, looked up at Derek, then over to Ramie.

“Ramie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean,” he started, visibly shaking, but Derek cut him off.

“We need to get you out of here,” he grabbed Isaac’s arm, pulling him up and the two of them took off, out of the station. Stiles stood up, pulling Ramie to her feet as well.

“You really should break up with him,” Stiles told her. “He could’ve killed us.”

“And Scott could kill us too,” Ramie shot back. Stiles opened his mouth to fight back but there were footsteps behind them. Noah came into view, looking between the two of them, Issac’s empty cell, and the fake cop knocked out on the ground. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at the two of them. Stiles turned, looking too at the cell and the guy on the ground.

“Uh, he did it,” Stiles pointed at the unconscious man on the ground. Noah sighed again, and Ramie had to bite her lip from smiling at Sties’ horrible excuse.