#isaac lahey x cora hale

[riahreadz]

Okay ideal Teen Wolf fanfic pack Take 2! 🎬 Sterek✨️

If Derek is Alpha, then obviously Stiles is Pack Mom and Alpha Mate.

All the good fics have Peter as a good little wolf or at least relatively good to the Hale Pack whilst protecting them doing some dirty work as the Left Hand. Peter and Stiles, as best friends, 🤌🏼✨️ is just t it's golden. Derek honestly gets scared when they team up - he knows it'll never end well, especially if Erica is involved. Peter supplies Stiles with all the family heirloom books and artifacts or from his own personal collections.

Stiles just has a habit of collecting Hales, first Derek, then Peter, Cora, and even Malia.

And in the rarity that I read a fic where Ell isn't Stiles's son well Stiles took one look at the kid (maybe before he even knew Eli was Derek's) and filed him under Lost (Hale) PuppyTM Derek is particularly fond of Stiles's seemingly sixth sense when it comes to protecting the Hales. Despite also yelling at the younger man who can't get it through his thick skull that putting himself in the line of danger won't help Derek losing him anymore than losing another Hale.

Somewhere along the way, Peter gets back together with Chris cause, yes, they dated as teens with an unfortunate near 20-year pause due to the Argent/Hale shit show extravaganza. They are raising their teen/young adult daughters Allison and Malia as sisters - bonus points if Jackson and Malia are twins.

Now I can't for some reason ever really see Allison and Isaac being romantically involved after her death and resurrection. Usually, Stiles figures some way to bring her back,and going forward, she gets back with Scott, Issac becomes dependent on Chris as a father figure, so Allison and Issac are just good friends once she's back. OR he sees Derek as a brother or father figure kinda situation being the Alpha that originally turned him, and skips over the emotional attachment to Chris all together.

Malia and Kira make for an interesting side ship that I never saw coming but a cute addition lol

Boyd and Erica are mates, obviously. Erica is a little shit just like Stiles and especially teaming up with Stiles, but Boyd balances her crazy. Crazy fun that iS.

I do love a good fic with Cora being involved. The dynamic of her and Derek finding their footing once again as siblings just makes me super emotional, okay? Plus, Cora and Isaac make for a good couple/mates.

Given that I love a good bad friend Scott fic, Isaac has pulled away from following Scott like a lost puppy. His lost puppy status belongs to Cora or Derek, depending on whose good side he's trying to get on that day. But back to Scott - his main roll usually is to tear down Stiles or attempt to anyway. Usually, Allison is there to gather his wits back together and reel him back into being a good friend. I'im game with a good redemption arc for him, but it ain't required.

Lydia and Stiles make a good team, and she makes a damn good motivational ass kicker when Stiles needs one, which is usually at least once in every fic, let's be honest. She's either with Jackson or just a bad ass that doesn't need a partner to ground her. Jackson is still an asshole - it's why we love him. But he and Stiles develop a pretty decent friendship when they bond over healing from losing control from the Kanima and Void. He'd kill to protect Stiles. They all would. He's with Lydia, Danny, or Ethan.

Now we can't forget Sheriff Stilinski, rather his name is Noah or John, he's a big player in this pack. Despite being only human, he has a lot of sway when it comes to this rag-tag group of puppies and puppy adjacents. Derek and him make for a good team in the fics. Derek is a deputy. Or just the Sheriff adopting Derek as an unofficial Stilinski once he realizes his son won't ever let go of the Hales but especially one Derek Hale - plus it's easier to expain to his across-the-street-neighbor that Derek is family rather than filter through the panicked 911 calls of astrange man in a black leather jacket climbing once again through his son's bedroom window. Cause the Hales don't know how to use front doors - a trait they passed along to the whole pack like a worst kept secret family tradition.

Oh, and it's recently been brought to my attention that the Sheriff is in a secret relationship with his deputy Jordan and eventually gets exposed by Stiles seeing them on a date. Bonus points if it turns into a double date. Didn't know I needed this one until I needed it. However, I'm down for seeing him with Melissa or even a thropple with Chris and Peter. If he's with Melissa, then Scott has to have a redemption arc, or he was the good best friend/step brother all along.

And last but certainly not least, Eli Hale or shall I say Eli Stilinski-Hale or Hale-Stilinski? Doesn't matter as long as we all can agree that Elis Stiles's son. l'm not picky on whether it's adoption, mpreg, or Stiles and Derek got together after Eliwas born. Stiles. Is. Eli's. Father.

If some of this seems repeated from my Steter Ideal Pack - well, that's cause it is, lol. I wrote this first but finished Steter before Sterek. I'll probably rewrite this cause it's rushed, but I need to get it out to link for my Secret Santa in the Sterek Exchange.

✋️🛑 Now, all of this is just my personal preference on fics I've read. A lot of these obviously stray from the actual character on the show but 🤷🏻‍♀️ show canon meet 🫱🏻‍🫲🏽 one person's fanfic canon. All respect and rights for the cast and crew in bringing these characters to life, though. Also, I'm not saying that I won't read fics that don't include this stuff - like I've mentioned just some stuff I've read over the years and liked. ✋️🛑

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf headcanons: number????

-Stiles and Erica always have the best snacks Because they’re both insatiable bottomless pits for food.

-Lydia has a secret knife collection and the first one was given to her by Allison’s father before she was even in the pack

-Boyd Is a bachata king (he’s been in classes since junior high) 

-Erica is Peruvian, Portuguese, and Dutch.

- Scott took up boxing classes sometime after his dad left because he wanted to be more macho but quit after somebody clocked him in the jaw and it left his jaw crooked

-Allison is a horse girl.

-Isaac likes going to cat cafes and is regularly given cat ears by other patrons who think he works there

-Cora has participated in underground MMA fights to bring in some extra cash but was actually so good that she ended up with a decent Fanbase

- Peter is a ranch retreat owner and doesn’t tell the pack because he feels like they would crash every weekend just to be petty for all the bullshit he’s done to them

- Jackson’s adoptive parents have been treating him to mani and petti’s ever since he came out to show they’re supportive

- Derek started working part time as a mechanic because of a recommendation from his therapist

-Kira is the fastest in the pack even tho she’s clumsy. Short distance she can even out run the born wolves

-Derek and Mason have weekly Uno matches that last for hours that the entire pack likes to bet on

-Liam plays Pokémon go and is well known for being found in weird places just to catch Pokémon

-Mason is an art student & is extremely good at police sketches and that’s how he got recruited

-Jordan can turn any pool into a hot tub if he tries hard enough

-Derek asked stiles to start taking self-defense classes after Girard

-Kira convinced Malia to crochet every time something upsets her and now the whole pack Owns sweaters, blankets, scarves, and socks. Malia is currently working on hats

-Lydia and Peter regularly gamble and place bets on who will do the most stupid thing in the pack today but neither are allowed to place bets on stiles or Derek

-Stiles purposely learns wind magic just to do aang marble trick from avatar the last Airbender

-Boyd and Isaac have a secret tick-tock account where they regularly post to pack

-The entire pack knows in theory that Peter fucks because there was no other way for Malia to come into existence but still wholeheartedly believe that he got no bitches or swag (except Scott and Allison because peters flirted with both their parents and They don’t want him to actively seduce their parents out of spite so they leave him be)

[theonlyblackcanary]

The Badger and The Snake: 1

Note: All the first years are fourteen and graduate Hogwarts at twenty in this, Derek is sixteen while Stiles is fourteen

Tagging: @axelwolf8109 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @lynsrosegarden @pollyna @taechnology777 @greek-freak101 @thebejeweledwatercat

Board by the talented af @ravenclaw-seeker

Eventually pairings: Stiles x Derek, Allison x Lydia, Issac x Scott, Ethan x Jackson, Aiden x Cora.

"Let me look over you" Noah Stilinski fretted over his son, Stiles was slightly uncomfortable but kept it in. To be fair, neither of them knew Stiles was a wizard until about two months ago.

"You write letters to me whenever you can okay?" Noah held his son's shoulder. "Of course dad" Stiles got surprisingly choked up. Noah hugged him close and let go after a minute.

"Give them hell kid" Stiles laughed and boarded the train.

He walked to the first compartment he saw. "Can I sit here?" "Sure" A tan skinned kid smiled politely, his companion rolling his eyes but not saying.

"I'm Stiles" "I'm Danny" Danny turned to his friend. "Jackson" The other kid rolled his eyes again. Another boy ran in, hiding in a corner. "What did you do this time McCall?" Jackson grinned.

"Might've angered the Steiner twins" He squeaked. "I told them Slytherin and Ravenclaw are for smart people and they aren't smart"

"One of this days you're gonna get punched" Danny laughed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm Scott by the way" He held out his hand to Stiles who shook it. "I hope I'm in Slytherin" Jackson said. "Ravenclaw" Danny said.

"Gryffindor" Scott sighed. "I don't really have one I want" Stiles shrugged. "That's smart, you won't be disappointed then"

Stiles giggled and even Jackson cracked a smile. "Hey Jackson" A young girl with long black hair walked in. "Hey cus" He teased.

"Stiles, Scott, Danny" He introduced quickly. "This is my cousin Cora" "Hi" She waved politely. "So Derek and Laura are definitely trying out for Quidditch this year"

"After they flew into our house twice?" Cora laughed. "I still can't believe my dad's gonna be the potions teacher" Jackson hid his face.

"Peter Hale?" Scott tilted his head. "Uh yeah" "Damn dude"

"Am I supposed to know this? I'm technically muggle born" Stiles muttered. "The rest of our family died in a house fire when we were babies, my dad and cousins survived, it was rumored that a rival wizarding family did it" Jackson said bitterly.

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"What if I don't get sorted" Scott whined nervously. "Maybe they'll keep you because of pity" Danny joked. "Ha ha"

Stiles couldn't hear anything, not the headmaster who Jackson was glaring at, not the fricking hat singing.

"Allison Argent!" A teacher called out. Jackson looked like he was about to throw something, Cora glared. Two teens from the Slytherin table looked away like she was beneath them, a teacher clenched his jaw but manages to look unbothered.

"Ravenclaw!" The hat yelled out. "That was awkward" Scott said.

"Cora Hale!" Cora took a deep breath. "Slytherin!" She whooped and ran to her brother and sister, who Stiles deduced were Derek and Laura.

"Isaac Lahley!" A young boy with curly blonde hair but too pale skin walked up shaking. "Gryffindor!"

"Lydia Martin!" A girl with strawberry blond hair skipped forward with confidence. "Slytherin!"

"Danny Māhealani" Danny patted Jackson on the back. "Slytherin!" "Aw man"

"Scott McCall!" Scott squeezed Stiles' arm, Stiles squeezed back

"Gryffindor!" Scott almost ran to the table with the Sorting hat on, the Slytherin teen boy that Stiles saw earlier, Derek, covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Aiden Steiner!" Aiden shoved past Stiles. "Ravenclaw!" "Wait what?" Aiden's twin said scandalized. "That's what happens when you act like a fool" Jackson whispered to Stiles who laughed.

"Ethan Steiner!" Ethan looked absolutely miserable. "Slytherin!" "They can separate twins?" "I guess"

"Stiles Stilinski!" Stiles was happy that it apparently didn't show his full name. 'Hmm, you're definitely loyal and smart, let us see' The hat said in Stiles' head. "Better be, Hufflepuff!" Stiles went to the table that was clapping for him.

Scott gave him a thumbs up and a grin. "Jackson Whittemore!" "Slytherin!" Peter Hale smiled genuinely and clapped for his son.

"I'm Kira!" The prefect sitting by Stiles shook his hand. "This is...wow" He grinned at all the food. "The head of house is my mom"

"That's so cool!" Stiles grinned.

Allison Argent was laughing with a few other Ravenclaws, Scott was arm wrestling with another Gryffindor, and Jackson and Danny were flirting with a couple of Slytherins.

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"Boys dorm is here, you'll have to room with Boyd and Liam" Kira said. Stiles was looking around the Hufflepuff common room in awe. "I love plants" He grinned. Kira smiled fondly.

"Yo" Boyd waved from his bed, Liam looked at Stiles with a small glare. "Hi" Stiles waved.

"We're second years, you're our only first year so..." Liam mumbled. "He's just cranky because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend from Gryffindor. I still says Theo is crazy enough to be a snake!"

"Shut your face" Stiles laughed and sat on his bed, taping a picture of his dad onto the headboard.

Day one of Hogwarts had done well, hopefully the next months did too.

[sherlyskywalker]

"Kill the girl and let the alpha be born "

Teen wolf x Reign x Medici crossover

After crown princess, Laura, ran away with her guard Jordan, and prince Derek lost the right to inherit the throne due to hale fire that happened many years ago, Cora became the only Hale eligible to inherit the throne of the Triskelion. Growing up as a spare, she didn't know how to face this huge responsibility, and this time, the bastard son of the Chancellor, isaac, offered to help her, but on one condition...

(Slow burn, enemies to lovers etc )

(and no need to worry about Laura and Derek. Laura and Jordan become a pair of Rangers, known for their kindness to the smallfolk and their punishment of the bad guys. Derek married Mieczysław, the Crown prince of the Beacon, they lived happily together with their son Eli. )

[mischief-magpie]

Chapter two of the story

Summary: Turns out the Hunters they pissed off were part of a much bigger problem for the pack, guess they'll have to hide at the safe house. (Poor Melissa)

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You 30.1

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

PENTHOUSE

You sat at the breakfast bar with a fifth cup of coffee in your hand and the laptop with several tabs opened right in front of you. After getting back to the penthouse yesterday, you had tried to get some sleep. But you couldn't sleep with that feeling in the pit of your stomach, and every time you had tried to close your eyes all you could picture was the strange look on Stiles' face. Just thinking about it again, you could remember the feeling of his hand on your shoulder, causing the area to feel hot again.

You shivered, placing your own hand over shoulder to make the feeling go away. You clicked to open the tab to reread about William Barrow. You had reread the page several times during the night trying to make a connection between him and Stiles but to no avail. And it didn't help there was barely anything online about a kitsune and a nogitsune.

You could hear the faint sound of the bedroom doors opening and closing before Brett and Lori appeared from the hallway and making their way towards the kitchen.

"Morning," you greeted them both, eyes still glued to the screen of the laptop. "I bought groceries yesterday, help yourselves to whatever you like."

"Did you drink a whole pot of coffee?"

You glanced up to see Brett holding the empty coffee pot in his hand and looking at you in disbelief.

"Maybe." You shrugged. You closed the laptop shut. "I have somewhere to be, so I need you guys to catch the bus to school today." you grabbed your wallet out of your jacket pocket and pulled out whatever cash you had in there. "This should be enough for the day." You placed it on the counter top. "I also put a copy of the key in each of your backpacks and you each have a phone, ok. Listen, I won’t be around as much, but if you need anything just call me."

"What do you mean? You’re not staying here?" Lori asked.

"Uhm, no." You answered awkwardly. Brett stood beside his sister and crossed his arms. Without a word, they waited for an explanation. You didn't feel you needed one but sighed anyway and replied, "I figured you could both use the space. It's pretty clear there are some...grudges and I don't want to overstep. I dont want you guys to feel like im mothering you."

You paused a moment to look at Brett. You were almost certain he would’ve explained it to his sister. You then looked to Lori. “I think it’s better this way. I don’t know how many hunters are out there right now looking for me.”

“Right.” Brett drawled sarcastically. “What about those things back at the hospital? The ones that attacked those girls?”

“I don’t have a reason to believe they’d come after you.” You stared quizzically. “They didn’t attack, they just marked them. To make sure they weren’t possessed.” You folded your arms across your chest, in thought.

“What if we’re possessed?” He folded his arms across his chest as well. “What if hunters find us while looking for you?”

You blinked. You didn’t take that part into account; you thought distancing yourself from them would be better. But now, you were starting to believe that maybe it wasn’t the best decision. They were old enough to watch after themselves, but that didn’t mean they should.

“You’re right,” you nodded, “I didn’t think of that.” You admitted. “I’ll come back tonight.” You gathered your things, leaving the laptop closed on the breakfast counter. “And who knows,” You said as you walked away from the breakfast counter, “I just might return with your new den daddy!”

“What the fu—?” Brett’s profanity was cut off by you shutting the front door behind you.

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you waited for the elevator to reach your floor. Maybe you were serious, maybe you weren’t. You didn’t really have many options, except for one person. But even then, you weren’t sure how much help Derek would be or if he would even agree.

You entered the elevator and pressed the button for Chris Argent’s floor. Right now, you needed to find out how many hunters were on your tail and if any of them were in Beacon Hills. And maybe ask for a favor or two.

As the elevator door opened on Argent’s floor, you were surprised to see Isaac and Alison standing just in the hallway waiting for the elevator as well.

Isaac was, just as equally if not more, surprised to see you in the elevator. He tilted his head and pointed a finger at you, looking between the lights on top of the elevator door and then back at you.

“Hey, Isaac. Alison.” You decided to greet first. “I’m just…looking for your dad.”

Alison looked to Isaac. “He’s home.” She replied rather dryly. “What do you want with him?”

“Are you coming from the penthouse?” Isaac finally mustered out.

“I am.” You decided to be honest. “It’s a bit of a long story. But i think you have some explaining to do also?” You eyed Alison. "Anyway," you stepped out of the elevator, "you know where to find me now." You told Isaac.

"What do you want with my dad?" Allison repeated her question.

“I just need to talk to him.” You exasperated. "Now, go, or you'll both be late for school." you gently shoved them both towards the inside of the elevator. You pressed your hands on the sides of the elevator to prevent the doors from closing, “Isaac, one more thing.” You stared at him with pleading eyes, “don’t tell Derek I’m here.”

“Yeah, done.” He replied rather quickly, "is everything ok? with you?"

You glanced at Allison one more time, "We can talk later." You answered after a moment. "Just us, Cora and Erica, ok?" You hesitated a moment before looking at Allison, "I know im in no position to ask, but I could really use your help too. Can you guys... keep an eye on Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Allison perked, "whats wrong with Stiles?"

"Nothing, I dont think. Thats why I need to talk to your dad," you half lied. "He just seems different to me. I dont know. Just please, and dont make it obvious." You added.

Isaac and Allison nodded at you. You smiled, thanking the two kids and began to push yourself away from the elevator.

“Wait," Isaac held the doors open himself this time, "Are you and Derek like…breaking up?” He pushed.

You grabbed his wrists to remove his hands, pressed the arrow down button and waved at the kids as the elevator doors began to close.

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"Calavera." Chris repeated the name. "Yeah, I'm familiar with them, they're a family of hunters from Mexico." He added. "I haven't heard from them in a while. Why?"

You leaned back in the chair and sighed. "Gerard heard through some stupid Hunter network, or," you pinched the bridge of your nose remembering the little details, "I don't know, some chick Braeden told him that she was after me."

"Gerard?" Chris questioned. "My father Gerard?"

"Yeah," you dropped your hand from your face, "he bribed me out of Eichen house to tell me that and more." You noticed just the faintest twitch in Argent's expression and the evident change in his scent and knew right away. "I'm guessing it's not a surprise to you that he knew where I was but that he got me out?"

"I dont know how he found out," he admits, "I told him about your condition and that was it. You’re not really his favorite either, so I have no idea why he would—.”

"I dont care," you replied with defeat, "I just need your help. I know we're in no position to help each other but I'm literally begging you, Chris. Please." He looked away from you, contemplating. "I dont know why you saved me all those years ago or even why you continued to help me, but please. It's just for a while, lead her away from me."

Chris clicked his tongue in frustration. "For Araya, this isn't just a code to them. It's law. She could end up killing me or Allison if we got in her way."

"So on a scale of screwed and totally screwed, I'm completely and utterly screwed?"

Chris softly called your name, "Maybe...your best option is to leave Beacon Hills."

You stared at him. That was one thing you were hoping to never hear again. Beacon Hills was your home, your family and your friends were here. You've been away for too long, and certainly a lot has changed but it was still home to you.

"I can't." You shook your head.

"You're putting everyone in danger by staying here."

"I know. But I cant just leave." A beat. "I have two betas upstairs with nowhere else to go and who lost their alpha because of me. And I know you and Derek think maybe I had something to do with what happened with Kira or William Barrow—,"

"We don't—,"

"But you’re thinking it aren’t you? Derek tried to send me away because of it. You weren't there to witness it either times, but my howl is dangerous. I mean what if it not only fills werewolves with rage and makes them go feral but what if it can also attract other creatures?"

Chris furrowed his brows and waited for you to continue. Of course he already knew about that little detail since Deaton told him. Maybe even entertained the idea you called the nogitsune as well, but just like before, something wasn’t adding up to him. So he stayed quiet.

"Thats partially why I cant leave Beacon Hills right now. If I could just talk to Katashi or even take a look at the bestiary again, then maybe I can find the answers to my questions."

"Katashi is most likely halfway home by now. He's already told us everything he knows." he stated. "And, did you just call it a bestiary? That's Gerard's, he wont hand it to me. And theres nothing in there about Ultimas, I've looked. Nothing about the fox spirits either." Argent leaned over his desk, "If you want my help leading the hunters away, then im gonna need you to start talking."

You stayed quiet a moment and without a single thought to it you blurted, "I think Stiles is being possessed by the nogitsune."

Chris fell back in his chair. He looked like he had gone through the five stages of grief in just five seconds before he turned to you again, speechless.

"I know it sounds crazy, but--"

"There's no 'but', Y/N. Have you seen Stiles?"

"I have." You said matter of factly. "Thats why I'm telling you, he's not himself." A beat. "The girls, they told me everything that happened the night William Barrow took Kira. They showed me where he held her captive, they told me what Stiles confessed to them about what happened back at the school, and that night at the hospital, Stiles, was...different. He smelled different, acted different. It was.. kind of scary being around him." You admitted.

He stared at you.

"I know how it sounds, ok. I don't want to believe it, but... I can just feel it. And I think he did, too."

"It could be why the oni didn't mark you." He said thoughtfully. "Ok," Chris sighed. "I will help you lead Araya and the other Calaveras away from Beacon Hills. But after we help Stiles, you need to leave. For everyone's safety."

You thought about the last statement a while. It wasn't ideal for you, but thinking about it more and more, it was starting to look like the better option. For everyone else.

"Ok," you nodded. "Then i'm gonna need one more tiny favor."

Chris nodded.

"Don't tell, Derek. Or Scott. Not until we're one hundred percent sure it's Stiles. And maybe not tell Derek I live here now?"

Chris nodded. You gave him a quick smile before pushing yourself up out of the chair. He inhaled a deep breath and cleared his throat, earning your attention again. "How are you doing? Are you ok?" He asked.

You froze for a second before slowly sinking back into the chair. "I'm ok." You answered. "I mean, i have a lot on my mind now. Back at Eichen house they had me dosed up like the rest of the other patients, so..I feel..ok."

"I know its not my place to..ask. But Isaac, he's been hanging around Allison a lot."

You tilted your head, puzzled.

"They... kissed." He grumbled.

"Are they dating?"

"Maybe. I dont know." He shook his head, as if the conversation made him uncomfortable more than protective. "I just need to know who to go to if he ever crosses the line with my daughter. I know he's staying with Melissa and Scott, right now--."

"I didn't know that." You cut him off. "If he's part of Scott's pack now.."

"I know. But i'm more worried about you." He added. "I don't want to force you to react in a way you dont want to."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." You stood up from the chair this time. "I'll talk to Isaac. I'll make sure he behaves."

[spookyblazecoffee]

*If Tara and Camden didn’t die*

Camden to Tara, who’s about to get married to Cora: Today, two families are becoming one. Theo, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one family leaves. Jordan: That sounds so threatening… Isaac: The Wedding Games… Liam: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor. Tara: Beautiful. Camden: Fuck all of you!

[fruchtfliege]

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN by fruchtfliege

synopsis: Derek wasn’t born a wolf. Surrounded by a supernatural family, it’s pretty hard to forget that he’s not special, not powerful like Laura, or wild like Cora. His mom can barely look him in the eyes. But when a series of mountain lion attacks shakes the town, strange things start happening to Derek. Things he can’t explain.

So if he must befriend Stiles (the guy who had a crush on Derek since forever) to figure it out, maybe it's all worth it. To hell with his reputation! Derek can't go on not sleeping, hearing strange noises, and what's this pattern he keeps drawing every day? With only an annoying sister, a nosy kid detective, and his three preppy friends to keep him sane, what could possibly go wrong?

So, yeah, maybe Derek isn’t a wolf, but… he’s something.

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Chris Argent/Peter Hale. Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore. Allison Argent/Scott McCall.

tags: Banshee Derek. Derek is the same age as the other teenagers. No Hale Fire. sterek. Peter has ADHD fight me. Slow Burn. Derek is a bit of a bitch but we love a character arc. Pining Stiles. A bit of Scott bashing. More petopher than I thought there would be. Abusive usage of italics. Stiles is team Star Trek. Alan Deaton local supernatural therapist and veterinarian. Hurt/Comfort. derek is a preppy kid. and if Derek has a tad of the tism im just keeping it in character but yall aint ready for that discussion

Chapter: 11/20

[stereklyrics]

Okay so, supernatural is still a thing and a secret thing but... College teacher Derek is married to Stiles and they have Eli. Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Cora and Peter are the rest of the pack. One day Derek is teaching his class and his phone just won't stop ringing and blowing up with texts and he just sighs and I says to his class "Look, I really have to see what all of this is about, okay? So just read the chapter we're working on. I'll be back." and goes outside of the classroom to call the last person who called him (Peter).

Once Peter picks up, Derek says "Okay, what the fuck is going on? I'm in the middle of a class here. I told all of you to call me only if it's an emergency!" and Peter says "Well, it was an emergency, but everything is okay now." Derek just sighs and says "Do I even wanna know?" to which Peter replies "You do, but not right now. It can wait until you're home." Derek just sighs again and goes back to his class.

[violetfairydust]

Countdown to Christmas

#3

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“All the defense I need is in my hands,” Allison said.

“You might not want to get too close, if you can help it. And that’s why you have these tools at your disposal to distance yourself.” The woman with a mom do from 2004 picked up something small. “Like this.” She sprayed the pepper spray the moment the AC came on. The pepper spray blew into Jackson’s eyes.

He screamed out in pain.

Allison gasped.

“What the hell?!” Jackson yelled.

Allison led him away from the area and found a bench to sit on. She had a water bottle in her bag she used to try to cleanse his eyes with.

“See? It really works,” the woman advertised to Cora and Isaac.

“You just pepper sprayed the district attorney,” Isaac said casually.

“It burns so bad,” Jackson complained. He groaned.

Scott and Malia wandered over.

“I got this soap for my mom,” Scott said uselessly.

“What happened?” Malia demanded as she looked at her brother.

Allison looked over her shoulder at the soap. It was liquid, so she squirted some into her hand. “He got pepper sprayed.” She slapped Jackson in the eyes with the soap.

“What the hell, Allison?”

“It’s supposed to take the sting out.”

Scott looked on, surprised. “That was for my mom.”

[sapphireginger]

Title: When You’re the Best of Friends

Pairings:  Stora (Stiles Stilinski + Cora Hale)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 10,239

AO3 Link

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Brief Non-Con Touching & Kissing

Square Filled: Best Friends to Lovers

Written For: @anyfandomfluffbingo

Summary:

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale's or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora loved soccer and swimming. Stiles loved cross country and swimming. So naturally Cora joined cross country and Stiles joined soccer. They would get up at the crack of dawn and go running every morning and then practice soccer drills for at least an hour every evening. They were both extremely competitive–still are–with each other and then would team up and be competitive with others. Everything from sports, to clubs, to their grades to video games...if they could compete, they would.

Everyone kept waiting for them to become rivals or to have a falling out, but they never did. Year after year they only grew closer.

Eventually people stopped expecting them to fight and began to expect them to fall in love or at least fuck. Stiles and Cora were aware of this, but they have never allowed other people to determine their relationship.

That all changed on New Year's Eve their junior year of high school. They had gone to the party together but not like together together.

Cora is determined to kiss Stiles. She is finally going to tell her best friend how she feels. As the countdown begins, she tries to find Stiles.

"5...4...3..."

"Stiles?" she calls out only to see his lips claimed by a girl named Heather, in their grade as everyone shouted.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Cora's heart shatters and she turns away, missing the moment when Stiles pushes away from Heather with a scowl on his face and searches for her as he wipes his mouth with a disgusted expression.

Stiles is panicking. He had a whole plan. He was going to kiss Cora. He was going to tell her how he feels, but she is nowhere to be found. He calls her but it goes straight to voicemail. He texts her but gets no response. So, he goes to the Hale House only to find that Derek won't let him in.

"Please Der? I need to see her. I have to–"

Derek crosses his arms. "You don't have to do anything. She doesn't want to see you right now. So go home."

"But Derek I–"

"GO!"

Stiles clears his throat as he tries to swallow the lump of emotion stuck in it. With a nod he turns and climbs back into his jeep. He glances up at Cora's bedroom window and finds the curtains shut. She always left them open for him and now–He starts the jeep and drives away. He is left heartbroken and decides to give her space.

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When Stiles shows up to school the following Monday after a very depressing weekend with zero contact from his best friend, he plans to just march right up to her and talk to her.

It's not until he gets in the front doors that he notices everyone staring at him with varied expressions. Pity. Anger. Surprise. Confusion. Stiles gives them an uncertain smile as he makes his way to his locker. He doesn't understand why they are looking at him like that.

That is until he turns down the hallway for the lockers and sees Cora with her back against his locker, her lips slotted with Theo of all people.

He stands there frozen, staring as his heart shatters into pieces, before turning on his heel and heading to class. He has never been more grateful that he never stores anything in his locker.

His seat in calculus is usually right next to Cora's and for a moment he debates switching seats but then decides against it. He won't change things just because his best friend decided to make out with Theo.

Shaking his head, he pushes the sight of Cora and Theo's make out to the back of his mind and focuses on his schoolwork. He had finished his calculus early on Friday afternoon, so he'd have the whole weekend free. Granted he had pictured telling Cora how he feels and then them spending time together just the two of them but well...

He barely notices her trying to get his attention and he is reminded again of the kiss when she sits with Theo and Jackson at lunch. He sits at their usual table grateful for Allison and Isaac.

Allison looks at him worried. "Is everything okay with you and Cora?" she whispers.

Stiles takes a bite of his curly fries to avoid answering verbally but he shakes his head and then shrugs.

Isaac pushes his own curly fries over and offers a reassuring smile. "You need them more than me."

"Thanks guys."

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The misunderstanding with the New Year's kiss is what starts it all. Cora gets competitive and decides to one up Stiles by kissing someone. She wasn't planning on kissing Theo of all people, but she knows by the way Stiles retreats that she should've kissed anyone but the guy who had never been kind to Stiles.

Cora remembers what Theo did to her best– are they still best friends?–their freshman year of high school which makes her feel even worse.

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There's never been a time in their lives that they weren't spending time together. Not even when Cora had ear surgery when she was five. Stiles convinced his mother to let him stay and he would curl up in the bed with Cora.

When Stiles was supposed to go to camp one summer, he refused cause it was only for boys, and he wanted Cora to go too. So, they signed up for a summer camp that allowed both girls and boys to come. They were eight and had the best summer ever.

At age ten they share their first kiss. It was inexperienced and they giggled afterward but it was still special.

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Little moments all special to her, flit through her mind as the school day passes torturously slow but when the final bell rings, she rushes to the parking lot only to tear up when she realizes Stiles's jeep is already gone.

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As the year progresses, they drift apart more and more, neither of them knowing how to bridge the gap.

Then comes junior prom, which is all anyone who's anyone is talking about.

Heather corners Stiles in the library where he's studying and typing away on his laptop.

"So, I was thinking..."

"Sounds dangerous," he murmurs distractedly.

Heather huffs and slips her arms around his shoulders from behind uncaring of the way he stiffens in response. "Go to prom with me, Stilinski. You've got all the makings of a King."

Stiles grows even more tense and shakes his head. "I'm not much of a dancer. Plus, we're juniors. There is no King."

"Hm. Maybe not but imagine getting Prince this year and then King next year," she purrs in his ear, making him feel nauseous.

"No. I'm not going to prom." He gathers his things and after saving his work shuts his laptop and stands up. "Find someone else."

Heather reaches for his arm, and he pulls out of reach. "Oh, come on baby. Go to prom with me."

Stiles sets his jaw and glares. "I said no. Don't call me baby. Don't touch me ever again. Leave me the hell alone."

"You kissed me back!" She shrieks.

"You can't kiss back when you never wanted the kiss in the first place. You're the one who forced yourself on me. I meant it when I said no. So go find some other boy toy. I'll report you if you try it again."

He turns and leaves the library with his head held high. Stiles has a couple stops to make: the coach's office, the music room, the English classroom, the guidance counselor's office and finally the principal's office. It's time he got out of here.

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Despite Stiles turning down a date to prom, Cora still goes, and she goes with Theo. Stiles's heart aches at the sight of her accepting Theo's promposal. He can't just fall out of love with her, but he can't tell her how he feels either. It seems pretty obvious to him that she doesn't feel the same as he does. He hates what Heather did but maybe it was easier this way?

Cora feels nervous and wants to back out so badly, but Theo asked her to prom and well Stiles is going with Heather. So why shouldn't she go to prom too? No one else asked her anyway.

Derek is the one who is home when Theo comes to get her. She's wearing a short lavender dress with sparkles all over it. Theo of course decided against matching, but he did give her corsage. The only problem is that she's allergic to flowers. This makes her brother's eyebrows turn down into a glare, but before he can chew Theo out, Cora has taken her date's arm and is being led to his car.

The car drives away and Derek huffs pulling out his phone. He fires off a text and heads back inside.

[To Stiles] Is that invitation to hang out still open?

[From Stiles] Sure, is Der-Bear. Come on over.

[To Stiles] I thought we said you wouldn't call me that anymore.

[From Stiles] I said no such thing. You told me not to and I ignored it. I know you secretly love it. Now hurry up or the pizza will be gone by the time you get here.

Derek rolls his eyes but smiles as he grabs his jacket and keys. Pretty soon he's in his Camaro and speeding down the road. There had better be some pizza left.

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Prom is not what Cora expected it to be at all. Theo is quite handsy and Jackson badmouths Stiles a lot. Lydia just rolls her eyes and smirks at his remarks.

Cora is regretting coming. She feels extremely uncomfortable. She even pulls out her phone when she escapes to the bathroom for a few minutes debating calling Stiles but changes her mind.

When she exits the restroom, her eyes scan the crowd, but she doesn't see Stiles anywhere. She does spot Heather though and is confused to see her making out with Caitlin. Since when is Heather into girls and why would she be here without Stiles? Cora heard her ask him to prom.

She pulls her phone out, ignoring Theo's arm around her waist and texts her brother.

[To Derek] Hey big brother. Is there any change you could come get me?

[From Derek] Why? I thought you were excited for prom.

[To Derek] I was. Kind of but Theo is an asshole, and I don't want to be here anymore.

[From Derek] Text Peter or Laura. One of them will come and get you, I'm sure.

[To Derek] Why can't you come?

[From Derek] I'm with friends right now.

Cora swallows thickly. Derek is with friends, and he didn't say who, which means one of them is probably Stiles.

[To Peter] Hey Uncle Peter. Can you come get me from the school?

[From Peter] Someone not having as good of a time as they had hoped? I wonder why.

She huffs and fights back tears.

[To Laura] Please come get me?

[From Laura] I'm already on my way.

With a sigh she slips her phone back into her clutch and steps away from Theo. "So, this was not fun and I'm going to head out now."

"Whatever," Theo says with a smirk. "I'm surprised you stayed as long as you did."

Lydia and Jackson smirk and Cora feels furious. "Well, you're an asshole. All three of you are. All you do is bad mouth my best friend and–"

"Sweetie, are you sure he's your best friend?" Lydia asks with a faux sympathetic look. "I mean if I had been his friend in some alternate universe where I was literally insane and I pulled the shit you did, I wouldn't want anything to do with you."

Jackson laughs and nods as he slips his arm around Lydia's shoulder. "Come on, this is Stilinski we're talking about. He's always had a few screws loose and he's just–"

Cora feels her phone vibrate as grabs a glass of punch throwing the sticky liquid all over Lydia and Jackson with a furious expression. Her tone is glacial. "Stiles Stilinski is the best thing to ever happen in my life. Yeah, I don't know if we're still best friends, but seventeen years of friendship since fucking diapers isn't going to just vanish because I kissed an asshole."

Theo grins. "Maybe if it was any other asshole but me." His grin becomes a smirk. "After all, how could he forgive you for it when we both know I'm the reason he almost–"

Cora snags his drink and dumps it on his head before storming out with a big 'Fuck you!' thrown over her shoulder.

Laura is waiting outside, and Cora quickly slips into the passenger seat. She barely manages to fasten her seatbelt before she bursts into tears.

Her sister doesn't say anything as she starts the car and drives them home.

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"Thanks for coming to hang out Der."

Derek looks over at Stiles who is flipping through the pages of a journal. "Of course. I mean I–" He hesitates. "I'm sorry for..." he trails off.

Stiles glances over at him and shrugs one shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was worried you wouldn't want to hang out after the whole thing."

"As if. You're my friend even if you and my sister are on the outs. Plus, you got me pizza."

That elicits a laugh out of Stiles. The two guys had bid Isaac, Danny, Allison and Kira goodbye a couple hours ago and that left just the two of them.

"What's the journal for?" Derek asks.

Stiles closes it and stands up making his way to the attic ladder. "It was once something but now it's nothing." He deposits the journal on a shelf in the attic and then closes the door.

Derek frowns. "It was for her, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Stiles mumbles. "Oh. Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What's up?"

Stiles walks over to his desk and picks up an envelope. "Would you give this to her?"

Derek takes the envelope from the amber eyed boy and nods. "I will." He swallows thickly, having noticed the packed bags. "When are you leaving?"

"In the morning."

Derek isn't a hugger normally, but he pulls Stiles into one. "Call me if you need anything."

Stiles chuckles wetly. "Never thought I'd see the day where Derek Hale would hug me."

"I'm serious," the older man whispers.

"I know. I will call if I need you. Okay?"

They part and Stiles walks Derek out. He needs to get some sleep. It's a long drive in the morning. He glances at his desk once more when he reaches his room. The diploma is hard to look at but well he's a high school graduate now.

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Cora is a wreck and after she gets home, she quickly shucks her prom dress before getting in the shower to wash away the night. Now she's sitting on the couch with her knees against her chest and her chin resting on her knees.

The fireplace is crackling, and she gets lost in thought staring at the flames. Her hair is in a messy bun which is familiar and comforting because it's how Stiles always loved her hair to be the most. She's even wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers he had left behind once, and they had gotten thrown in with the Hale's laundry.

Her tears have long since stopped falling but her heart still aches. It's half past 1 am when the front door opens. Peter is shut in his office working on a case. Laura had gone out with her girlfriend, Lyla. So, it's either her mother–which is highly unlikely considering Talia and Claudia had gone for a ladies's retreat–or Derek.

Her brother peeks his head into the living room and locks eyes with Cora. "You're still up?"

She nods. "Yep."

"Can't sleep?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "Nope."

Derek sighs and makes his way over to her. He plops down on the couch and turns to face her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," she whispers, surprised at his offer. Derek hates to talk about feelings. "Did you have a good time with your friends?"

"Definitely."

Cora swallows thickly. "Were you with Stiles?"

Derek quirks a brow and nods. "Yes. I was also with Isaac, Kira, Allison and Danny."

"Oh." She nods and sniffles. "I'm glad you had fun."

Her brother reaches into his back pocket and holds out the letter. "Stiles asked me to give this to you."

Cora's eyes widen and she snatches the letter from him. Her fingers trace the amber eyed boy's handwriting of her name and how he has always drawn a heart in the center of the o. "Why didn't he give it to me himself?"

Derek's expression makes her wince. "Really?"

"Yeah. Okay. Fair."

"I'm heading to bed." He gets up and kisses her forehead before heading upstairs to bed.

Cora stares at the letter afraid to open it. What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? What if he hates her? What if he is explaining himself? What if he wants to be with Heather? What if–She heads upstairs and shoves it into her nightstand drawer. Tonight has been too emotional for her. She'll read it tomorrow.

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Stiles melts into his mother's arms as she hugs him. "Be safe and call me when you get there."

"I will Matka."

She kisses his forehead and ruffles his hair. He laughs and places a kiss on her cheek before climbing into the jeep. His bags are in the backseat all packed and ready to go.

"I love you Mischief."

He waves and hollers out his window as he pulls away. "Love you more Matka!"

She chuckles and watches as he disappears down the street. "I love you most."

Noah gets home from the station a few hours later and heads to bed to sleep off his shift. Claudia does some cooking before settling in to watch her favorite show. She and Talia got back early this morning so she could say goodbye to Stiles.

The two mothers are worried about their kids, but neither will intervene yet if at all. Some things have to be learned the hard way.

Plus, Stiles turns eighteen this summer and Cora will turn eighteen as well at the end of summer. They're adults now and need to spread their wings a little. This is why she was more than fine with her son going to his grandparent's house for the summer.

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Cora bursts into her brother's room late in the afternoon the next day. Derek snaps his head in her direction, having been deep into a book he was reading. "What is your problem?"

"Maybe I should just go see him. He can tell me in person what the letter says."

Derek sighs and bookmarks his place before looking at his younger sister. "He said he's leaving but wanted me to give that to you. So, you should just read it."

Cora's jaw drops. "Leaving?! No. Why?"

Derek sighs. "Read the letter." Then he goes back to his book.

Cora's heart races, tears forming as she dashes out of the house, running as fast as she can to Stiles's house only to have Mrs. Stilinski tell her that he is already gone.

Her best friend is gone. "Stiles," she whispers to herself as she walks back home. She sits on her bed and reads the letter.

Cora,

I hate saying this in a letter but needs must and I just can't say it out loud.

I'm leaving for the summer. I need to get away. I need to think and just clear my head.

I hope you had a good prom and that you have a good summer. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you perfect your dives, but I know you can do it. You've always had better form than me anyway.

Enjoy summer break. It's the last one before you'll be getting ready to leave for college.

My phone won't be on, and I'll be out of reach. Please let me have this time.

Always,

Stiles.

She reads it several times before carefully folding it up, sliding it back into the envelope and putting it back in the drawer of her nightstand.

Then she curls up under the quilt he made her when they were in seventh grade, as she cuddles with the stuffed wolf he gave her. She misses him so much.

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It takes a little over six hours to get to his grandparents' house and upon arrival, he melts into their hugs. His grandparents own a mansion in the country and the fresh air is doing him wonders already. It's calm and serene out here.

He eagerly helps his grandmother with chores, especially cooking and baking. His grandfather gives him more lessons on how to ride a horse. He has his own horse named Mischief. It's what his mom has always called him since he was little.

For the first week that's all he does is ride Mischief and make sure she's brushed, fed, watered and that her hooves are cleaned.

During his second week of the summer at his grandparent's house, Stiles meets Avery Astor. She is sarcastic, sweet and a lot of fun to be around.

He's sure that if his heart didn't already belong to Cora then he'd have given it to Avery and then asked her on a date.

"Why is it that we can't have who our hearts want?" Avery asks as she sits in the shade of an old oak by the river.

Stiles skips a rock and shrugs. "I don't know. Sometimes I say fuck the universe."

"Who has your heart?"

"Her name is Cora. We've been best friends since we were in diapers, though our mothers say we were friends since conception. It's a running joke I think but it's serious."

Avery tilts her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "So, what happened?"

Stiles's shoulders slump and the last rock just sinks to the bottom. "I don't know. I mean I do but I also don't." He sits next to her and fiddles with the blades of grass. "It's hard to explain."

"Well, I have all summer. So, you can talk to me if you need to."

"I'll think about it. What about you?"

Avery snorts. "There's a girl I've loved since she saved my life at the pool like three years ago. She was a lifeguard and I had done this dive to try and impress her. I embarrassed myself when my head hit the board as I fell wrong. She ended up reviving me. Her parents aren't my biggest fans."

Stiles frowns. "Why not? You're amazing."

"Thanks Bambi but you see these tattoos and piercings, right?"

"Yeah. They're badass."

"Well, her parents are snooty rich folks, and their daughter is like Miss California or something. Even if she loved me, they'd never approve, and she wants their approval."

Stiles tilts his head. "They're rotten for that. Does she love you?"

Avery shrugs. "I have no idea, but I think it's best I move on. Either way, I can't have who I want."

They exchange a look and Stiles swallows. "So..."

Blue eyes bore into his own amber eyes as she moves closer. "What if we had some fun, Bambi? Just you and me. I mean neither of us can have who we want."

Stiles blinks. "Are you even straight?"

"Oh, Bambi I'm bisexual as fuck. Plus, you're gorgeous. So, I figured why not? I mean, it's up to you."

His heart wants Cora but they're not together and he doesn't know where they are in their friendship. So, it's easy to lean forward and capture Avery's lips with his own.

She moans softly and guides him to lay back. She slowly straddles his hips, and they move together as their kisses deepen. It's pure lust, fueled by desperation to be close to someone. She feels so good with her heat surrounding him and he's glad he keeps a condom in his wallet.

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Avery and Stiles have a fling that becomes dating but neither expects it to go anywhere. Avery knows Stiles loves someone else and so does she, but they find comfort in each other since they can't be with the ones they love.

She is the one to talk Stiles into a couple tattoos and a couple piercings, the day after his eighteenth birthday, as well as a new wardrobe. Not to change him but to help him feel more settled and comfortable in his own skin.

"You know I had my doubts," Stiles says as he checks his reflection in the bedroom mirror. "Yet, I have to say I look good." His fingers trace the tattoos on his arms. He got a fox on one shoulder and a wolf on the other.

As he admires them, he feels slim fingers trace his nipples while Avery's chin rests on his shoulder.

"I told you that you're hot, Bambi. You just couldn't see it under all those layers." Her voice is soft, and her fingers tease the metal bars in his sensitive buds making him moan.

He spins around and captures her mouth in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing, eliciting shivers in her body at the feeling of the cool metal of his tongue piercing in her mouth. He's shirtless and she eagerly falls back on the bed letting him hover over her.

Within mere minutes they're naked and she's rolling a condom onto his cock before he sinks into her in one smooth thrust.

"Gods, Bambi!" she cries out as he pummels her g-spot over and over again.

Stiles nips at her neck and wraps his pink lips around her nipples before tracing each pink erect peak with his tongue.

Avery cries out, clamping tight around him squirting as her orgasm crashes over her, him following not far behind her.

After they clean up, Stiles goes back to eyeing his tattoos and she smiles fondly at him. "You really do look good."

"I feel good."

With one last look, he pulls her up and tosses a bathing suit at her. "Let's go for a swim."

Avery laughs and tugs on the bikini. "Race you?"

"Oh, you're on!"

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Stiles's clothes are much more form fitting now and he loves it. He doesn't feel different exactly. He still feels like himself, but he looks more confident and well he feels a lot more confident too. Avery helped him own his body, his looks and his entire being.

He may also have gotten a small tattoo on his ankle in her handwriting.

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Cora tries to do what Stiles said in his letter and enjoy her summer but it's really really hard when they've spent every summer together. She does perfect her dive but he's not there to see it so it doesn't feel as special. She still gets Laura to record it just in case.

She also gets to meet Lyla for the first time and couldn't help the pang in her heart when she sees how happy her sister is with her girlfriend.

Lyla and Laura are college roommates and went from roommates, to friends, to best friends to dating. Cora won't be surprised if they're endgame. They sure look like it.

Derek hasn't heard from Stiles since the last time Cora asked and gives her a disapproving look. Which is fair because Stiles did say he'd be out of touch. She can't help it though if she wondered if he was just going to apply that to her.

Still summer sucks and she's looking forward to when it ends because that means Stiles will be back and she's been rehearsing all summer what she'll say to him.

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After he rides Mischief once more, he gets his things packed into his jeep. Avery is leaning against the fence with a soft smile on her face. "Well, I guess this is it, Bambi."

Stiles pulls her into a hug and kisses her cheek. "Guess so, but we'll see each other again. I'd like to be friends if you would."

Avery smiles and kisses his cheek. "I'd kick your ass if you just disappeared on me."

"Well, good thing I don't have any plans to do that then." He glances at the road he's about to take on his way back home and his shoulders tense. "What if our friendship is irreparable?" he asks softly.

"Didn't you say you two have been friends since you were born?"

Stiles nods. "Yeah."

Avery sighs and hugs him burying her face against his chest. "Then don't give up on it. Not everyone is so lucky to have such a friendship."

"She broke my heart. She kissed Theo."

"She did and I'm not excusing her behavior, but you can either talk about it and forgive her or you can let him win and allow what happened to ruin an eighteen year friendship."

Stiles huffs and nods playing with her hair absentmindedly. "All right. Theo is a fucking asshole. I'll see about talking to her. Maybe we can at least be friends."

"You'll always want more."

"I know."

"Can you live with that?"

Stiles shrugs. "I'll have to. I'd rather have her in my life as my friend than not at all." He feels his phone buzz and pulls back. "That's my alarm. I have to get going. Call you when I'm home?"

Avery playfully punches his shoulder. "You'd better or I'll hunt you down myself."

They exchange a final hug and a final chaste kiss before he's on the road back to Beacon Hills.

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The day Stiles is due back, Cora is a ball of nerves. She has turned down every single one of Theo's advances because her heart belongs to the boy full of mischief. She can only hope his heart can belong to her.

Theo spread salacious things about her and how she was in bed. It's ridiculous because they never even had sex but it doesn't stop people from believing it and well if Stiles were here, they'd never say it but he's not here. So, it's a free for all.

Cora shows up to the Stilinski house to wait for Stiles to get back. She gets there early and watches the Sheriff head into work around 8 am. Then Mrs. Stilinski heads to her nursing shift around 11 am. After that it's a waiting game until Stiles's jeep pulls up around 3 pm that afternoon.

Her stomach sinks to her feet as her heart gets lodged in her throat. Here goes nothing and everything all at once. To say that it is a shock to see Stiles again is an understatement. The guy doesn't even look like Stiles but then again, those eyes are still full of mischief.

"Oh. Hello Cora," he says as he gets out of his jeep.

Cora stands from her place on the front steps of his house. "Hey Stiles." Her voice is soft as her eyes take in his appearance. She sees a glint of silver near his mouth and his clothes are tighter. He looks good. He looks really fucking good.

Stiles grabs his duffel bag out of the back seat and walks up to the house. Cora steps aside and tries to find words but is surprised when Stiles gestures. "You wanna come inside?" he asks as he opens the door.

"S-Sure. Thanks."

"Have a seat. You know where everything is. I'm gonna shower quick."

Cora nods and watches him head upstairs before she gets settled on the couch. Cora's cheeks twinge pink at the image of Stiles in the shower. She shifts uneasily feeling herself get turned on. She's always been attracted to her best friend but there's just something about him now that intensifies that feeling. She squeezes her thighs together to try and quell the growing want.

Stiles isn't faring much better as he takes himself in hand and jerks off fast. It's nothing like sex was with Avery because it's Cora. It's Cora who he has loved since before he really understood what love really was. He bites his fist to keep in his moan as he releases when his orgasm rushes through him.

After he's come down from his high, he quickly but thoroughly speed washes his body and hair before stepping out of the shower and drying off. He hurries to his bedroom and tugs on a pair of sweatpants–forgoing underwear–and a tight black tank top.

Cora almost squeaks as her cheeks flush crimson when she glimpses Stiles walking to his room without a shirt and only a towel around his waist. She takes several deep breaths because it seems so wrong to be ogling her best friend when she needs to be prepared to apologize. The ogling can come later.

Stiles comes back downstairs in sweatpants that hang low on his hips and tight black tank top. He gets them each a Gatorade–blue for himself and orange for Cora–before plopping down next to her on the couch.

"Stiles, there's something I want to talk to you about," Cora blurts out fiddling with the label on her Gatorade bottle.

Stiles takes a drink of his own Gatorade and nods. "Okay. Shoot."

Cora takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. It's like all her words have suddenly left her and now that she's here face to face with him she doesn't know how to start. "About after New Year's–"

"Let me stop you there. That was months ago, and I'd rather not relive it. Thanks," he states firmly but not unkindly.

Cora tilts her head. "You'd rather not relive your first kiss?"

Stiles snorts and then shakes his head as he frowns. "You were my first kiss."

"We were ten!" Cora sputters.

"Uh huh. So?"

Cora splutters again. "You consider that your first? Why?"

Stiles looks away and gives a one shoulder shrug. "Because it was with you."

'This gorgeous ridiculous beautiful mischievous man.' Cora thinks to herself. "I'm sorry."

He glances at her. "For what?"

"Kissing Theo. Going to prom with him. Hurting you."

Stiles looks away and sucks in a breath. "Why did it have to be him?"

Cora swallows thickly, her gut churning with guilt as she remembers what Theo did to Stiles their freshman year of high school.

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They had been warming up at a cross country meet for their run when Theo made some scathing remarks and gave colorful taunts. Stiles as usual ignored them but it was harder for Cora to do the same. Stiles was the fastest runner at their school and had never been beaten. Theo hated it and it's why the two of them never got along.

As Cora crested the final hill, she was shocked to see how close Theo was to Stiles. It made no sense to her. Then it was like a car crash, and she couldn't look away. Stiles had just crossed the finish line and was drinking from a water bottle when Theo, who had been a couple yards behind him, barreled into him.

She heard Stiles cry out and then she saw red. By the time she came back to herself Stiles was passed out and there was so much blood she almost got sick. Mrs. Stilinski was kneeling down by her son and the Sheriff had called 911. Theo was smirking subtly, and Cora socked him in the nose.

It was with blood on her knuckles that she accepted Stiles's medal. Theo's behavior and him attacking Stiles disqualified him from the event. Thus, Cora took second place and Brett from Devonford Prep took third place.

Stiles was in the hospital sedated for two weeks. Cora was there for every second of it holding his hand. His left arm had minor nerve damage that was almost completely permanent. Luckily the doctors said he wouldn't lose feeling or use of his arm completely and in a few days would be just fine. It didn't make it any less scary though.

Theo was suspended and banned from cross country. Stiles bears a scar as a reminder of what happened, but he hasn't ever let it change who he is or keep him down. It's a battle scar and he'll wear it proudly. The medal still has a tiny dash of crimson on it all these years later.

Stiles went on to win the state championship the next two years as well.

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Cora lets the tears fall down her cheeks and shakes her head. "I don't have an explanation that makes a difference. I fucked up. I know I did. I let myself get jealous and when I saw you kiss Heather, I wanted you to hurt like I hurt."

Stiles clenches his jaw. "I didn't kiss her."

"What?" Cora says confused. "But I saw–"

"She kissed me without my consent. I pushed her away, but I guess you didn't see that part."

"She asked you to pro–"

"I turned her down and once again she touched me without my consent."

Cora's face pales and she sets her Gatorade aside feeling like she's going to be sick. "That fucking bitch."

Stiles snorts Gatorade out of his nose and then starts laughing before it turns into sobbing. "Yeah. D-Definitely a b-b-bitch."

Years of offering comfort kick in and she wraps her arms around her friend, uncaring about the sticky blue drink dripping from his mouth and nose. He's still beautiful to her. "I'm sorry. I should have been there for you." Her voice is soft as she runs her fingers gently through his hair.

Stiles rests his head heavily against her chest, tucking himself under her chin and sighs. "I managed just fine without you."

"You shouldn't have had to handle it alone. I'm still gonna smack her."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am," she promises as her fingers continue to card through his hair while her other hand rubs circles on his back. Her gaze shifts and she gasps when she spots the tattoos. "You got inked."

Stiles blushes and pulls away reluctantly. "Uh yeah. It wasn't my idea, but I love them."

Cora smiles. "Can I see them?"

"Huh? Oh, uh sure." He pulls his tank top off and turns his back to her.

The heat of his skin makes her shiver as she traces the fox and wolf. "They're beautiful," she whispers.

Stiles blushes and clears his throat. "Just like you," he says in barely a whisper, making Cora freeze. She doesn't know what to do or what to say. He must sense that because he quickly continues. "You don't have to say anything. I can keep my feelings to myself. Especially since you don't feel the sam–"

"I DO!" she snaps with desperation and moves around to cup his face. "I do. I always have. I-I was going to tell you on New Year's Eve but then I saw the kiss and I thought..."

The hope in his eyes makes her want to cry but the affection and love makes her want to jump for joy. "I was going to tell you that night too. I tried to find you, but you were gone, and Derek wouldn't let me in. He said you didn't want to see me."

Cora sniffles and sighs. "I didn't. I told myself that if you were happy that's what mattered but I was so angry and so hurt. It wasn't planned but I saw your good morning text and asked myself 'Does he send her that too?' and I just pushed Theo against the locker and kissed him."

Stiles takes her hands from his face and intertwines their fingers. "You're the only one I always say good morning and good night to. You're the one whose opinion matters most to me. You're the one I dream about and you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep."

"Fuck I'm so stupid," she mutters melting at the way their fingers slot together perfectly.

"We all make mistakes. That doesn't mean we're stupid."

Cora snorts. "What mistake did you make?"

Stiles shrugs. "Not telling you sooner I guess."

She tilts her head and uses her thumb to catch a drop of Gatorade from his lips. "Once I'm forgiven and we're back to where we were. Tell me again. Okay?"

"I don't know how long that will take," he whispers, feeling conflicted.

Cora nods. "I know but if you still love me when we get there tell me and if you don't then I'll still want you as my best friend."

Stiles smiles and pulls her into a hug. "I can do that."

He's oblivious to the internal war going on inside Cora at the feeling of his bare chest pressed against her clothed one. Cora has always felt safe when she's wrapped in his arms. She loves him so much. Always has and always will.

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With Stiles having already graduated high school, Cora ends up attending classes on her own for her senior year. It sucks so much. Usually, she'd have someone by her side but he's home taking online classes for his first year of university.

However, he does drive her to and from school every day. They get breakfast and then he'll drop her off. They'll get milkshakes after school after he picks her up.

Theo pops up again and Cora is glad she told Stiles everything or the rumors would've shattered her best friend. She isn't expecting to find a bloody and bruised Theo by the dumpsters when she heads to the soccer field for practice, but it does bring her a sense of satisfaction. Therefore, she doesn't say a word about Stiles's bloody knuckles when he picks her up.

Two months into the new school year Stiles tells her about Avery and shows her his tattoo. It would have hurt more than a little if she too hadn't had her own Avery. They laugh about it because it figures they'd find someone with the same name to be their first. That night they have a sleepover and neither of them miss the smiles on their mothers' faces.

The first semester flies by and Cora is finished with classes the week before Stiles takes his last final. Then they take a trip to their favorite ice-skating rink just like they used to do every winter. Cora chooses to tell herself that her cheeks are red from the cold and not from the heat of Stiles's hand on her hip where her shirt slid up when she almost fell.

The second semester starts, and senior prom is already being advertised. It brings up bad memories and Cora has every intention of not going. At least she wasn't going to go until she arrived at Stiles's house for movie night a month before to find him holding a sign.

You will always be my queen whether in sweats or a gown But you deserve to be courted and shown off So will you go to the ball we me and dance in my arms Just say yes...I'll make sure the jeep doesn't turn into a pumpkin

Cora starts laughing and throws herself at him. "You're so goofy," she mumbles into his shirt.

He chuckles and sets the sign aside as he wraps his arms around her. "Does that make you Pluto or Mickey?'

"I don't know," she says with a smile even as she thinks to herself. 'It makes me yours.'

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Stiles goes with her and Laura to pick out a dress. She chooses a floor length velvet burgundy dress with glitter, a corset fastening in the back and the dress is strapless. Stiles gapes at her and she blushes almost the shade of the dress. "What do you think?"

He smiles at her. "I'm going to prom with the most beautiful girl in the world. You're breathtaking."

Cora grins at him and looks at her sister who seems both amused and pleased. "Perfect!" Laura crows. "Let's get it."

Cora expects them to get something to eat after that, but Laura drags Stiles away and Derek comes to hang with Cora. "Where are they going?"

He snorts. "Stiles has to get a tux."

She frowns slightly. "Oh." She chews her lip. "Do you think he'll want to match me?"

Derek smiles. "I do. He's not an asshole like he who must not be named."

"True."

"He is still a certain species of asshole though. It's just the lovable kind."

Cora snickers and sips her milkshake waiting for her best friend and sister to return.

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"I don't know about this one Laura."

She huffs. "Why not? It looks perfect on you."

Stiles snorts. "I wouldn't say perfect but..." he trails off and ushers her over to the ipad and scrolls through the selections. "I was thinking something like this."

Her eyes scan the image, and she grins. "Oh, I love it!!"

A few minutes later Stiles is once again on the platform, this time in a burgundy red velvet suit with a burgundy red vest, white dress shirt and a black bowtie. His shoes are black, and his pocket square is white to match the dress shirt.

Laura takes some pictures and whistles. "Looking good there, hot stuff."

Stiles flushes and bites his lip. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Pssssshhh. Of course, she will but she will not just like it, she will love it. Now let's get it and go. Derek is probably at his quota of social interaction for the day."

They pay for the suit and head out.

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Prom night arrives and Cora is all dressed up in her gown with high black stiletto heels on her feet. She has a black clutch with a silver chain and her hair is curled and pulled into a braided bun with face framing tendrils. She also has a velvet shawl to cover her shoulders. She debates not bringing it, a part of her hoping Stiles will offer her his jacket but she decides to bring it just in case.

Laura comes to her room and gasps, tearing up. "Oh my god Cora! You look amazing!"

"Really?" she asks quietly. "You promise?"

Her older sister hugs her and smiles. "I swear on curly fries."

Cora giggles. "You've been spending too much time with Stiles."

Laura scoffs. "There is no such thing as too much time with Stiles. He's almost here by the way. Are you ready?"

"I-I think so?" she replies weakly.

"Okay. What's wrong?"

Cora sighs and fiddles with the chain on her clutch. "Prom last year was awful from beginning to end. From Theo giving me flowers even though I'm allergic to the way they talked about Stiles. It sucked and I will literally cry so hard if this turns out badly."

Laura tilts her head. "What makes you think it will go badly?"

Cora just shrugs and glances at the window, seeing a pair of headlights coming up the road.

"Listen to me little sis," her sister orders and Cora meets her gaze as she continues. "Theo is a fucking asshole. Stiles is an asshole too but he's the good kind. He's been your best friend for years. He is nothing like Theo and he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. You're psyching yourself out of what could be the best night of your life."

"He is pretty amazing, isn't he?" she says with a dopey lovesick smile.

Laura snorts but smiles. "Yeah. He sure is."

"And gorgeous. Oh, and smart and funny and–" Cora blushes and huffs. "Okay. I'm going."

"Thata girl!" Laura crows as they leave the youngest Hale's room and head to the stairs.

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Stiles gets to the Hale house early both because he is excited and because he is nervous. Derek ushers him in and gives him an approving smile and nod at his outfit. He does help Stiles straighten his tie though since it is a little crooked.

Derek also helps distract him by talking about his college courses but when they hear a swishing sound by the stairs, they both glance over.

Stiles's jaw drops open as Cora descends, his breath catching. "Gorgeous," he breathes in awe.

Cora watches him with the same intensity as her earrings catch the light along with the silver bracelet he had gotten for her as a belated eighteenth birthday present. It has a fox and a wolf chasing each other on it and the underside has an inscription of their names. "I was going to say the same about you. You look amazing Stiles."

He scoffs. "Says the queen to the pauper." His hands are behind his back hiding a final gift.

"What do you have behind your back?" she asks even as she rolls her eyes fondly at his words. "You're no pauper."

Stiles shrugs. "Agree to disagree, your majesty," he teases and then pulls a box from behind his back. "I know that it's traditional to offer a corsage but we both know you can't have a normal one. However, I think you'll find this is better than any real flower could be."

She takes the box from him and opens it to find a corsage made entirely from origami flowers. She sniffles and holds her wrist out. "Would you put it on me please?"

"It would be my pleasure."

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After more pictures are taken Cora steps out onto the porch confused when she doesn't see the jeep. "Where's Roscoe?"

Stiles joins her and helps fasten her velvet cloak. "She's staying home tonight but don't worry I have something else in mind anyway."

A beep sounds and Cora's eyes widen. "No fucking way!"

Derek never lets anyone drive his baby and yet here they are getting in it and Stiles is driving it for fucks sakes. Her phone vibrates and she pulls it out as they pull away from the house.

[From Derek] No, I haven't gone insane. He asked and I said yes. Enjoy it!

Cora laughs and smiles when Stiles takes her hand briefly on the way there. Laura is right, tonight is going to be the best night of her life.

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They are a little early getting there so they take their time getting out of the car and going in. Stiles hesitates and she turns to look at him. "What's wrong?"

He blinks and searches her face. "Cora, I–"

"Stiles! Cora! Over here!"

They glance over to see Isaac and Allison arm in arm looking stunning in their matching outfits with lavender accents.

Cora waves and turns to look at Stiles wanting to make sure everything is okay, but he offers his arm with a soft smile. "Shall we?" he asks, and she nods, taking his arm.

"We shall."

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Everyone on the prom committee really outdid themselves this year. The theme is royalty and well everyone looks like they could be royal.

They chat with Isaac and Allison for a little while before migrating to the dance floor. Cora will never get tired of being held by her best friend. No one else has ever made her feel this way or this safe. The way he looks at her steals her breath away in the best way.

Not even Theo's dirty looks, Jackson's sneers or Lydia's gestures can ruin this night for her.

"You really do look amazing Stiles."

He grins. "So do you. Thank you for saying yes to going with me."

Cora smiles and moves closer to him as they sway. "Thank you for asking." She tilts her head searching his face. "What were you going to say before we came inside?"

Stiles's eyes widen and his cheeks twinge pink. "O-Oh. Well, I just–"

"Students, if I may have your attention, please?" the principal says into the microphone up on the stage. "It is time to announce this year's Prom King and Prom Queen. Would the nominees please make their way to the stage?"

Cora squeezes Stiles's hand and in a moment of courage kisses his cheek before making her way up to the stage. She is one of four nominees for queen, the other three being Lydia Martin, Heather Custer and Allison Argent. The four nominees for prom king are Theo Raeken, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey and Danny Mahealani.

"This year we will announce Prom King first."

The guys all puff up their chests–well Theo and Jackson do–as they wait for the results.

"This year's Beacon High Prom King is...Theo Raeken."

Theo smirks and steps over to accept his crown as the principal pulls out the next envelope. He winks at Cora who scowls at him before swallowing hard when the Queen is announced.

"This year's Beacon High Prom Queen is...Cora Hale!"

Her eyes find Stiles who is whistling and cheering loudly for her as she accepts her crown.

"As is tradition...make room for the dance of the King and Queen."

With a smug look on his face Theo leads her to the dance floor and pulls her in for a dance. There's alcohol on his breath when he leans in to whisper in his ear. "How does it feel to know that if it wasn't for you, he'd be in my place, and you'd be dancing with him but instead you're here dancing with me while he has to watch. I bet it is painful for him."

She feels sick even as her face forms a furious expression. "Fuck you, Theo!"

"If you'd like to, I won't say no. I mean I must say you look divine."

She tries to pull away, but his arm is like a vice around her waist. She's about to headbutt him when he flies back from her clutching his nose. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" he hollers.

"I thought we came to an understanding Raeken," Stiles snarls and stalks over to the other boy. "Seems you forgot. I mean I'm not shocked. Your brain is smaller than a pea. I don't think you even have two cells to rub together. We all know that you and Jackson would be flunking if Lydia wasn't doing your homework for you. I wonder how you'll survive college. I mean that is if you get to go. I heard someone informed the principal of Lydia doing homework for you both, so I don't expect you'll get to go to college. Not to mention the drugs you've been selling. They'll probably expel you. Seems fitting in my opinion. You're just as toxic as the drugs you sell, if not more so."

Theo glares at Stiles as he takes a step towards him. "You're just a jealous motherfucker cause I had her first."

Stiles makes a fist and then relaxes it as he smirks. "She's not an object you can have and you're wrong by the way. I've been hers since we were in diapers. So, fuck off and good luck trying to get out of this one."

Cora's heart races at her best friend's words. 'I've been hers since we were in diapers.' She doesn't wait around to watch Theo get escorted out along with Lydia and Jackson. Instead, she drags Stiles outside and wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you," she whispers.

His smile is brighter than the sun. "I love you more."

She leans in their breaths mingling as their foreheads rest together. "I love you most."

They have both grown up hearing Mrs. Stilinski say that to her son and her husband. It felt right to say it to each other now.

He searches her face and when she nods her consent, he kisses her. Warmth floods their bodies as fire pulses through their veins. Nothing exists or has any meaning outside of each other and the feeling of their lips dragging hotly together over and over again.

They get into the backseat of the Camaro and shuck their outer layers. Stiles's jacket gets tossed in the front seat and Cora's shawl joins it as he cups her face when their tongues start dancing together. Fuck that tongue ring feels so good in her mouth.

The passion ramps up as he grows hard, and she moans when he bites her lip and tugs gently. They're both panting heavily when they pull apart. Their grins are so wide their cheeks hurt as their cheeks flush darker red.

"Do you want to–"

"Are we going too–"

"You first," they say simultaneously and then end up laughing.

Cora clears her throat as Stiles speaks. "We don't have to do anything else."

She chews her lip. "But if I wanted to, would you want to?"

Stiles quirks a brow. "It depends on what you want to do. I think your brother might murder me if we make a mess in his car."

"Well..." she trails off and gives him a seductive smile as she looks up at him from under her eyelashes. "I was thinking of these." She takes his fingers and puts one into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks on his middle finger. Then she switches to his index finger and finally his ring finger. Each one gets a turn and then two and then all three.

His pupils dilate as he watches her with rapt attention, and he moans at the feeling. "O-Oh fuck!"

She giggles and pulls her mouth off his fingers loving how his pants are tenting and he looks all flushed. "I have pictured these fingers so many times and I would feel so guilty afterwards," she admits shyly.

Stiles gulps and leans forward gently tracing his other hand up her thigh. "What did you picture?"

Cora guides his hand under her dress and to her now dripping core keeping their gazes locked. "I pictured them inside me, curling just right and making me come undone so completely I couldn't think of anything but your name." His fingers brush her thong, and she shivers.

"I can do that. I-I want to do that. Let me? Please."

With a nod she captures his lips again as he sinks one finger into her easily and with how wet she is he slips in a second finger right away. The windows begin to fog over as the pressure builds in her abdomen and they pant open mouthed.

"St-Stiles!" she cries out. "I'm go-gonna–AH!!" she screams in pleasure, throwing her head back as she cums around his fingers.

He works her through the aftershocks and then slowly pulls his hand out, careful not to get anything on her dress. He slips his fingers into his mouth as he reaches into his pants to stroke himself to the taste. Just as he's about to cum, Cora's lips seal around his cock and he chokes back a stuttered groan. She swallows every drop. "Fucking hell, Cora Hale."

They take a few minutes to get their breathing back under control and then right their clothing. They drive to the Hale house to return the Camaro and then head inside to change out of their outfits.

Cora pulls on the boxers and hoodie belonging to Stiles and then heads to the kitchen to make them something to eat.

Stiles comes downstairs in sweatpants and a tank top. He finds her in the kitchen and grabs out two Gatorades–one blue and one orange–and takes them into the living room. He cues up their favorite children's movie–Fox and the Hound–and grabs the quilt his Babcia made for them.

Not even ten minutes later they are curled up on the couch together. Stiles is laying on his back with his head on a pillow on the arm rest with Cora's head on his chest, her body between his legs and the blanket over them. She blushes as he hand feeds her the fruit and they settle in to watch the movie.

It truly has been the best night of Cora's life. She has a boyfriend who is her best friend and she's happy. Plus, seeing him put Theo in his place was hot.

She looks up at him, his face slightly shadowed as his gaze is fixed on the movie. He's beautiful and he's hers. "I love you," she whispers.

He glances down at her and smiles fondly, his eyes full of love and affection. "I love you more."

"I love you most," she says as she leans up slightly to bring their lips together.

Neither of them hears the door shut quietly but later when Cora checks her phone, she'll see a text from her brother.

[From Derek] The only reason I'm not tearing your throats out with my teeth is because I know how much tonight means to you both and I'm happy you finally got together but don't you ever fuck in my car ever again!

[gremlinbabe]

Teen Wolf Headcanon: sterek edition

Derek likes singing random songs when he’s home alone and one day Stiles forgets to take off a cloaking spell and catches him and tells the pack. No one believes him and Derek doubles down on being more cautious of his surroundings when singing. So stiles waits out Derek for six months and he’s finally able to catch a video of Derek hale singing Obsession by Aventura.

[sherlyskywalker]

"Love gave him wings, but he flew too close to the sun."

Apollo! Cora Hale x Icarus! Isaac Lahey

[fandomnsfw]

I hate you I love you - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Requested by Anon

Warning: Smut (hate sex)

Thank you to my wonderful Beta who edited this despite the stressful day she’s had! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You let out a growl, your growing apple green eyes flashing at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles rolls his eyes out the corner of your eye but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from ripping Isaac jugular out.  

He had one of his annoying scarves on along with a light grey cardigan, light denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. While you wore the exact opposite of. You had a black blouse with a blood red leather skirt, a small Prada bag, gold hoop style earrings, a matching choker and a pair of black suede heels.  

Your lips were painted blood red, your eyes dusted with golds and browns with a thick wing and your hair was bouncy and curly courtesy of Derek though he would deny curling your hair until his dying breath.  

“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the ‘u’ shaped sofa in the newly built Hale house.  

“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.  

“Shutting up- Definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.  

“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully.  

“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up to the nines looking like somebody’s god damn Mistress. It’s off-putting in the most sickening and vomit inducing way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth you were across the room.  

You felt the change take over your body as you tackled him to the floor, baring your fangs at him angrily. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him only to stand up and stride towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.  

“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.  

“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac.  

“Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.  

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights, however, today was a first. You and Isaac never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.  

Derek threw you into the room before Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with slightly more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks. You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac your eyes flash green once again.  

“This is YOUR fault!” You snarled your tone filled with more wrathful than before.  

“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.  

“ME!? THIS STARTED BECAUSE YOU BASICALLY SAID I DRESS LIKE A HOMEWRECKING SLUT!” You screamed, your fangs extending as you approached him.  

“I said Mistress. I never said slut!” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.  

Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.  

You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.  

“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, sweetie.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.  

“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.  

“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they return to Y/E/C.  

Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.  

But if that wasn’t enough of a shock. Then you kissing back, with just as much hostility, was. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up.  

There was a secret that you hid from everyone in your pack. A truth you could barely fathom at the best of times. And that is the love you feel for this man with his hand round your throat. Saying it like that you knew it sounded insane but right now you were in the middle of a quarrel. And for as much and for as long as you’ve argued with this man, he had been the object of affections for way longer.  

It had started in junior year right after the Nogitsune, though you didn’t know that at the time. You had just come to Beacon Hills along with your Aunt Sophia and her newest husband Enrique for the summer. She had recently gotten a large sum of money from her most recent divorce which meant apparently getting a magnificent cabin in the woods near the lake coursing through the little town.  

You had asked why you couldn’t get one in a larger town or maybe even a cabin in the middle of nowhere but you Aunt’s response was always the same. ‘I used to come here as a child with your mother.’ She rather talked about your mother so you just nod your head and went along with it.  

It was a few days into your stay when you’d gone out to the lake to relax. You had a book to read and a blanket to lay on. However, before you’d realised it the sun had begun to set. You let out a huff as you stood up taking out your phone to light up the path. But before you could get any further you heard a howl.  

In the five seconds it took for you to realise there should be no wolves in California there was a heavy body covering you’re and a set of animalistic teeth sunk into your side. You wanted to let out a scream but it felt like any sound died as you finally looked at the thing with its teeth in your side. You’d watched enough movies and played enough 'Witcher' for you to know this wasn’t a wolf…it was a werewolf.  

That night a rogue Alpha bit you less than a minute later Scott and his pack were sitting you down and apologising like it was their fault. He explained what would happen and you took in everything as well as you could.  

When you thought your life couldn’t get any worse the first time you transformed you took the shape of a were-jaguar and months later…You met Kate and suddenly you felt sick to the stomach. You had never hated your were-jaguar but after that day, you did.  

But this boy who is pulling back from the kiss panting? He said something to you after you began to hate your true form, which not only shocked you but shook you to your core.  

*  

His eyes were hooded as he clutched his side in pain. The berserker had managed to slice open his stomach as he jumped in front of you when you’d fell to the floor in shock. The shock that you were anything like Kate Argent.  

You’d never met her but that didn’t mean you didn’t know her. This cruel, vindictive, sociopathic woman who murder innocent people and took advantage of a broken-hearted child who had just lost his first love. You were like her.  

Isaac grabbed you face when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His eyes stared into your, panic and concern evident in them that you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care about…because you were like Kate Argent.  

“Listen to me!” Isaac roared causing you to snap out of your daze.  

“YOU are nothing like HER.” Isaac added softly.  

“H-Her eyes are l-like m-mine…” You muttered brokenly, tears welling in your eyes.  

“No! Her eyes are slimy bugger green! Yours are the most beautiful apple green I will ever have the pleasure of seeing!” Isaac argued with a laugh.  

*  

So as much as his words didn’t seem like they should have caused any other emotion apart from humour it had changed your opinion of yourself quite drastically.  

His hand flexed around your throat again causing you to snap out of your memory. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop. Instead of giving him an honest answer you let your usual lie slip out once again.  

“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.  

He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. But right now the man you love is kissing you and even though you know it’s hate he feels you couldn’t bring yourself to care because having his hand and lips on your is much more satisfying than you ever thought it would or could be.  

“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips.  

As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly, his claws scratching again your red leather pencil skirt this had risen up to your mid-thighs just enough so you could straddle Isaac but not enough for it to be comfortable.  

“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear.  

“You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck into my tight lit-”  

Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out and growl as he began biting your neck harshly.  

“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your blouse. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.  

Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before flipping you over and unzipping your skirt. After he unzipped it he flipped you back over before pulling it off your body.  

“Why not just rip the skirt?” You snorted, rolling your eyes to add effect.  

“Because you spent three months trying to find the perfect red leather skirt and I’m not that cruel.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he ripped away your shoes and underwear, leaving you completely naked except for your jewellery.  

You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless.  

He knelt up before awkwardly shedding his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self. His abs weren’t as defined as some of the other members of the pack but that didn’t bother you because in your eyes he was perfect despite the fact you would likely never tell him that.  

You flicked your claws back out before raking them down his chest enough to leave red marks but not enough to draw blood. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.  

Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.  

After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. You knew you were close and at any other time you’d welcome this however as much as you wouldn’t say it, you wanted to cum with him.  

“Are you go-going to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me!?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.  

He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.  

The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know how to have a g-spot orgasm, however, none of your partners knew how to find it if they even knew it existed.  

“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response.  

He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.  

He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.  

You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.  

The feelings of his bare cock inside was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.  

He began thrusting into with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you, abusing the special spot as he did.  

The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him finding out your true feelings. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.  

“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.  

He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.  

“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into your with firm slow thrusts.  

His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.  

“Isaac…’M gonna…” You whined before letting out a loud keening sound.  

“I know baby…Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.  

His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was one of the most powerful you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.  

“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.  

Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.  

Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.  

“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.  

You didn’t need to ask. You knew what he meant but right now saying it wouldn’t feel right so he kept it to himself but you heard it loud and clear. The truth.  

‘I love you’

“I don’t hate you either.” You responded with a blush.

‘I love you too’

He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment. And honestly…You could bring yourself to disagree with that unsaid statement.  

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Always, Only. You. 28.1

 Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Derek Hale x F.Reader 

“Derek this isn’t the way to Argent’s.” You looked over at him, skeptically.

 “I know.” He answered, avoiding your stare. “I’m taking you to the airport.”

 “Why?” You turned your body this time, so you were facing him completely. You removed your sunglasses.

 He glanced at you once. After a moment, he sighed and pulled off to the side of the road. “Because of that.” He pointed at you, but you knew well what he meant. “Your eyes. And there are hunters, lots of them, looking for you. You cant stay here.”

 You put the sunglasses back on. “Were you ever going to tell me Araya was after me or did you think putting me on a plane was really gonna work?”

 “How do you know about that?”

 “I know that. And I know you and Peter were also held captive by her. What were you even doing out there anyway?” 

 “I wanted to take Cora back." He confessed. "I also needed to talk to my mom."

  You scoffed. You always understood Derek’s bond with his mother; you respected it. But even after everything you couldn’t believe he was still relying on her. You decided to keep your cool, but the anger inside was slowly starting to simmer.

 “So, while I was locked away in Eichen house, you went seeking validation from your dead mother?” You asked, your tone failing you. Your tone was cold and harsh.

"It's not like that." Derek replied calmly. "I feel like I've been messing up every chance I've gotten. I just needed a little guidance. She told me our family didn't only live in Beacon Hills. But we protected. Thats what I need to do. I need to protect everyone here. And I can teach Scott along the way too. Show him and teach him everything he needs to know about being an alpha."

 “I, I, I.” you repeated with frustration. “It’s always ‘me’ and ‘i’ with you, Derek! I mean, what the hell! You always try to do things alone when you dont have to! I mean, you're not even an alpha anymore.” 

 For a second your eyes glowed red from behind the sunglasses. Derek noticed. Your anger was slowly getting the best of you; but this time it was different. There was this weird pressure in your head that increased the more you tried to contain your anger. Derek could sense that you were holding back as well.

 “I dont have to be an alpha. I need to redeem myself.” He told you calmly, but he was also getting frustrated. You could smell it. “I couldn’t do anything to beat Jennifer. I couldn’t do anything to stop you from shifting that night. I couldn’t do anything for my pack either. What I can do, is this. What my mom told me.”

 “Does my opinion even matter to you?” You asked him. He stared at you for a moment. And when he didn’t answer, you knew. “I’ve stood behind you every step of the way. Even when I didn't agree with your decisions, because I trusted you. I believed you could be a great alpha. It doesn’t have to fall on just you. We can do all of it. Together. Why is it so hard for you to understand that?”

  He shook his head. He opened his mouth slightly then quickly closed it again before starting, “you don’t need me, Y/N. You never did.”

You frowned at him, that anger bubbling inside you. It was like an electricity coursing in your veins. 

 How could he say that? How could he think that?

  “Me shifting was inevitable, Derek.” You told him through gritted teeth. “You cant take all the credit for that. It was going to happen one way or another.” Your breathing was heavier now, they were beginning to sound more like low growls. 

 “Y/N,” Derek said your name calmly, “you need to calm down.”

 “Calm down?” You panted. “Calm down?” You closed your eyes, trying to gain control of your breathing.

When you realized you couldn’t you hopped out of Derek’s car. You dug your nails into your thighs as you sped walked away, but that didn’t seem to help. 

 This anger that was bubbling inside of you was just like that night during the eclipse. Once you felt the anger; you needed to let it run its course. You needed to be alone, so you didn’t hurt anyone. Especially Derek.

 “Y/N.” You barely heard Derek’s voice and the sound of him closing his car door over the sound of your blood rushing and your heart pumping inside your head. “Y/N, wait—.”

 “Stay away from me!” You turned suddenly, roaring out. Derek stopped dead in his tracks. You gripped your head and turned away. “Stay. Away.”

 Your body contorted itself, and you let out a loud howl right before shifting into your full wolf form. Derek didn't make a move to run, instead he stared at you apologetically.

 “Y/N,” he nearly whispered.

 You took off in the opposite direction, heading straight for the woods. 

    ———————— 🐾 ————————

  You coughed. A foul odor filled your nostrils as well as made your eyes hard to keep open. The more you tried to keep your eyes open, you failed. So you squinted, looking around at where you had settled. 

 You were in a cave. No. You looked around more. It was more like a den. Whatever that smell was, must’ve been bombed in here to keep other animals away. You got on all fours again and began crawling out, to get away from the stench. 

You couldn't remember much after running into the woods. Bits and pieces, but it felt more like a nightmare. You would've believed it too if your body wasn't aching so much. You stopped before completely exiting and looked down at your body. You hung your head and let out a heavy sigh. You were naked. Which meant you were most likely left without your phone as well.

 “I am not running out of here naked.” You told yourself. You sat down on your butt and leaned back against the cave wall. “And I'm too weak to shift back.” You sighed. “Looks like I’m stuck here until dark.” you closed your eyes.

 There were two very faint female voices coming from outside the cave. You didn’t care to focus on their voices or their scents. You weren’t going to attack civilians for their clothes; no matter how badly you needed them.

 “What’s that smell?” One of the girls gagged. 

 You pushed yourself off the wall. They sounded closer, you could hear them more clearly now. She sounded just like—

 “Y/N? Are you in here?” She peeked into the entrance of the den.

 “Erica.” You gasped in relief. “Cora!” You yelled, noticing her as well. You laughed with relief, crawling out of the den quickly to hug the two girls. “I’m so glad to see you guys!”

 They both hugged you back with zero hesitation. Erica handed you some clothing and smiled. You grabbed it and nodded at her. The two girls turned away while you got dressed. 

 “Derek called us.” Cora told you. "Told us what happened?"

 “Why'd you come all the way out here?” Erica asked.  

You zipped up the pants and pulled on the oversized t-shirt. “I didn't mean to.” You tell them. Erica was the first to look at you over her shoulder, followed by Cora. When they saw you were fully dressed, they faced you. “I just got so mad. I blacked out. Ended up here.”

  Cora looked at Erica. They both shared a sympathetic expression. Erica approached you and hugged you again. 

 “We really missed you.” She whispered.

 “It hasn't been easy for us since you've been gone.” Cora added. “With Derek especially.”

“I kinda figured. He tried to send you off, too? And he wanted to talk to Talia?” you scoffed, shaking your head. You huffed out a breath and said, “Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore. We need to get to Argent."

The girls glanced at each other confused.

"Argent?" Cora asked. "For what?"

"What do you mean for what?" You asked back just as confused.  They both shrugged. “You have no idea whats going on.” You stated more than questioned. Then realization hit, “you weren't at the halloween party last night. Where were you?” 

 Erica looked at Cora wide-eyed, then down at her feet. Cora looked away, clearing her throat. That was suspicious to you. You allowed them another moment to answer you but they both were too nervous to actually answer.

 You crossed your arms and glared at them.

 “We were with Stiles.” Erica blurted out.

 Your jaw dropped. “Th-the both of you?”

 Erica nodded. Cora turned away from the both of you; embarrassed. The initial shock of the confession wore off quickly and then you smiled. 

 “That- that’s great.” You forced out. Cora looked over at you with disgusted expression. “Cora, I mean, he saved you. The both of you. So it makes sense that–,”

 “I don’t,” she emphasized, “like him.” She looked at Erica then at you. “I don’t. He’s goofy, and a spaz and weird. We just stick around him to protect him.”

 “I always thought he was cute.” Erica shrugged.

 “Ok.” you giggled at both girls. “Does he know what’s going on? At all? I saw him speed out of the driveway last night. Were you with him then?”

 The girls glanced at each other again. 

 You let out a heavy sigh. “Seriously? I’m glad you girls have bonded but what's with that? Glancing at each other before answering my questions.” 

 “Nothing.” Cora shook her head. “It's just— we’re not really sure what’s going on with him right now, either.”

 “He’s been acting a lot weirder than usual. Especially since that night.”

 “What night?” 

———————— 🐾 ————————

 The girls had taken you to the power plant after explaining everything to you. 

 “This is where it happened?” You asked to confirm again. You turned to look over your shoulder at them, they both nodded. “OK, but why Kira?”

 “Derek called her a kitsune. He saw the energy, the spirit or whatever around her that night.”

"Right, I noticed that too. Like a fox." You recalled.

 “Lydia is the one who led Derek, Scott and Stiles here.” Erica added.

 You continued walking further in the plant. Although you weren't here, and it's been a while since the incident you could still feel the energy everywhere. “But how did he know?” You asked out loud. “How did he know she was a kitsune?”

 “Stiles.” Erica began. “There was a message on the board at school.” She said instead. “I mean it was numbers but Stiles decoded it and it turned out to be periodic element numbers that spelled out Kira’s name.”

 “What?” You furrowed your brows, stopping in your tracks and facing both girls now. “There was a message at your school? Someone at your school was helping him? Who could've known that? I thought she was new? ”

  "Theres something else." Erica said. "Last night we went back to the school with Stiles. He found a key on his key rings. It was to the chemistry closet where Barrow was hiding." A beat. "The handwriting on the chalkboard also matched Stiles' handwriting."

You got an uneasy feeling. Nothing they were saying was making any sense. You continued walking further. You noticed a weird deep skid mark on the floor and walked over to it. You followed it until you noticed a metal bat magnetized to an electrical panel. 

 “What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. “Is that–,” you didn't finish your sentence as you walked over to it and grabbed the metal bat. You had to use a little bit of your strength to pry it off the electrical panel to examine it. "That's weird."

 “That’s Stiles’ bat.” Erica and Cora joined you. 

 You walked back to the start of the skid mark and followed it with the bat this time. The closer you got to the electrical panel the stronger the pull got; until it forced your hand and the bat back to where you had found it. You let go of the handle and the bat remained stuck to the panel. “It’s magnetized." You confirmed.

"If Kira caused this reaction and Stiles was holding this bat while it happened then–,”

 “He shouldn't be alive.” Cora finished. She looked back at Erica then at you. “No, that's not possible. We were here, he didn't even have a scratch on him.”

 “I need to find out more about this kitsune and those shadowy figures. Cora, do you remember that other alpha that came around every once in a while when your mom was still alive? What was her name?”

 “There were a lot of alphas that came to see my mom, Y/N.” She drawled.

 “A woman. Old. Japanese. She always brought your mom these special herbs to make some kind of special tea.”

 Cora furrowed her brows and looked down, deep in thought. “Satomi!” She yelled, smiling. “Her name is Satomi.”

 “I need to find her. Maybe she’ll know something.”

 “How are you going to find her?” Cora asked. The two girls followed after you as you walked past them. “Nobody has been around since my mom died. At least that's what Derek knows. And she always showed up unannounced. Not even my mom knew where her and her pack would be.”

 “I have a feeling she’s looking for me. Along with many others.”

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Imagines

What genres do i writes about:

Smut(threesome)

Fluff

Angst

What i write:

Boy X Girl

Girl X Girl

Boy X Girl X Boy

Girl X Boy X Girl

What i don't write:(smut)

incest,non-con(rape),anything with pain,

What i do write:(smut)

oral(f! and m! receiving),threesome,lesbian sex,non protected sex(wrap it b4 you tap it!),use of sextoys(such as strapon for lesbian sex,dildo,maybe cockring,double sided dildo,you get it!),i will write different position(69,missionary,doggy style,cowgirl,reverse cowgirl).I will also write facesitting,fingering,bondage...

Who i write for:

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski,Scott Mccall,Liam Dunbar,Theo Raeken,Peter Hale, Derek Hale,Isaac Lahey,Malia Tate/Hale,Lydia Martin,Alison Argent,Kira Yukimura,Erica Reyes,Hayden Romero,Brett Talbot,Aiden,Cora Hale,Jordan Parrish,Tracy Stewart.

Outer Banks:

Sarah Cameron,John B Routledge,JJ Maybank,Kiara "Kie" Carrera,Rafe Cameron,Pope Heyward,Cléo,Barry.

The maze runner:

Newt,Thomas,Brenda,Teresa,Aris,Minho,Gally,Harriet,Sonya.

Not Okay (2022 movie):

Danni Sanders,Colin,Rowan.

American Assassin:

Mitch Rapp.

Twilight Saga:

Bella Swan,Edward Cullen,Jacob Black,Alice Cullen,Rosalie Hale,Emmett Cullen,Jasper Hale, Benjamin,Seth Clearwater,Leah Clearwater,Jared,Embry Call,Quil Atera,Paul.

Scream:

Billy Loomis,Stu Macher,Sydney Prescott, Tatum Riley,Dewey Riley,Gale Weathers,Randy Meeks,Mickey Altieri,Roman Bridger,Mark Kindcaid,Jill Roberts,Kirby Reed,Olivia(Scream 4 forgot her last name😭),Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Chad Meeks, Mindy Meeks,Amber Freeman,Richie Kirsch,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Anika.

To request:

make sur you to put everything when you request...

Like what action do you want them to do,what place,and as for some character,precise what era you want like for Samantha in Scream precise if you want her in the scream 5 or in the 6 because she is totally different in those two movies...

Writer's note:

Don't hesitate to request i'm not in school rn since it's summer vacantion so i have a lot of free time.I'm not a machine wich means i will need a bit of time to write your resquets,but i can assure you,i will try my best to do ALL of your resquets. XOXO emma