#jackson whittemore fic

[takaraphoenix]

The baffling thing about the Hale Pack is that, with the exception of Stiles, you can just... fully pretend they are still around, as a pack, by s5, without even affecting the McCall Pack.

Erica is dead. Boyd is dead. Jackson left. Even Isaac, who had switched packs, then left anyway and isn't a permanent part of the McCall Pack so you might as well steal him. Cora left. Peter left. Derek left.

By season 5, none of them are around anymore and that's just wild but that also makes it so much easier to just pretend the Hale Pack still exists.

What I mean is, it would be messier if you had to pick apart the canon pack, if these characters had just been absorbed into Scott's pack and now had dynamics with the McCall Pack and involvements in the s4 and s5 plotlines that you would have to entangle and explain with how they'd be change if they were in the Hale Pack instead. But they haven't. Even the ones that did temporarily join the McCall Pack ended up leaving.

So I can just... sit in my sandbox and play with my Hale Pack while the canon pack does whatever the plot is. It is kind of neat.

Don't get me wrong. Would FULLY prefer if they hadn't written out Nearly Every Single Character I Love (including non Hale Pack member Kira my beloved. Started to feel really targeted with their choices, so glad even the writers knew they could not write Stiles off though lol), but in the realms of a quick and easy Fix It for the Hale Pack still being around, this is kind of neat.

[lilsblavk]

Anyone know that one fic of stiles getting bitten but he’s not a wolf, he’s actually a were-deer! and Derek is like all over him because come on predator vs prey! I CANT FIND IT AND I FORGOT THE NAME! Help me please *bambi eyes*

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Ok this but Sterek lol.

Derek shifts into a full wolf for the first time in front of the pack, and everyone (minus the Hales) are kind of really terrified of him because they still believe that the "human" and the "wolf" are two separate consciousness inside werewolves, when in reality it's just a clash of evolved vs baser instincts.

Anyways, Stiles is the onlg one approaches Derek, and despite Derek's glare pets him/kisses him. Derek tries to resist, of course, but in the end he ends up on his back, asking for tummy rubs and more pets and kisses. (He bites off everyone who comes close to him, except Kira, whom he allows to pet him exactly once).

Of course Stiles is the only one who can touch Derek like this 😂 and since the rest of them fear that Derek's gonna be ferocious in training... none of them make fun of him for this later (weeks later, Jackson or Erica make a comment, and then they're forced to run like, 10 laps of the whole town in under an hour. If they can't, they have to restart and add 5 laps every time. Erica runs in heels and she has to suffer doing 15 laps, but Jackson ends up doing 25, after which they both crawl to Stiles to complain, and Stiles withholds pets and kisses from Derek for exactly a day before succumbing to his literal puppy eyes).

[stereksthings]

[voidboymads]

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[ellswritings]

Wolf’s Bane 1x09

Episode 10

A pair of headlights flash into Fallon’s eyes as she roughly turns the wheel to Derek’s sleek black Camaro. Stiles is in the seat next to her, Scott in the back. She’s pushing around sixty miles per hour in a twenty-five mile zone, but with the person in the large SUV behind them, she’s getting dangerously close to just flooring it.

“Fallon, if you could stop driving like a freaking grandmother, that would be great!” Stiles chides sarcastically.

“If I go any faster, I’m gonna flip, Stiles!” She snaps, turning a sharp corner causing the car to lift up on one side slightly. “Besides, I am not crashing Derek’s car. He would have my head on a stick!”

The brunette and Scott had managed to make up not long after the full moon. While the words he said still stung, his apology was pretty awesome. He showed up to her house with a bouquet of moonflowers, her favorite, and a whole box of pizza for them to share. He also spent ninety percent of the night groveling and telling her to slap him for what he said, which she never did, but she appreciated the sentiment.

Hence why she’s now part of some elaborate plan to confuse the police and hunters of Derek’s whereabouts. The three teens are driving his car while Derek chases after the Alpha as the police are chasing him. But they are also chasing the trio. They don’t know how the plan came into action, but it’s way too late to stop now.

“Fallon, I really don’t think you’re grasping the concept of a car chase, here!” Stiles yells at her again.

“I’m not going any faster! It’ll kill us,” she tries to reason with him.

“Well, if you don’t go any faster, they’re gonna kill us!” He turns to point to the hunters chasing them, but the SUV seems to have disappeared. “They’re gone.”

“Damn it,” Fallon grumbles, taking that as her sign to floor it. “Derek, if I crash your car… please don’t kill me,” she whispers.

Stiles turns his police radio on and the voice of his father echoes through the car, “All units, suspect is on foot, heading into the iron works.”

“Copy that,” the girl replies, speeding up before turning down a dark alleyway she knows leads to the iron works. They see a small explosion and a few hunters loading their weapons as Derek lays on the ground. The brunette rolls down the passenger side window, forcing Stiles into the back as she skids to an unsafe stop. “Get in!” She yells.

Shots are fired as the werewolf runs as fast as he can, jumping expertly through the small window and sliding in next to Fallon. She pushes her foot to the floor as bullets bounce off the side of the Camaro. The tires screech loudly as she zooms out of the iron works. “Oh so now you go over a hundred,” Stiles snarks. “Just because Derek’s in the car?”

“No, you idiot. Because we’re being shot at!” She yells, while glaring at him through the rearview mirror. “Now shut up and let me drive,”

“God, Derek, what part of laying low don’t you understand?” Scott asks frustratedly.

“Damn it, I had him!” Derek exclaims, completely ignoring Scott.

“Who?” Stiles leans forward from his spot beside Scott. “The Alpha?”

“Yes!” Derek scoffs impatiently. “He was right in front of me, and the freakin’ police showed up,” he growls under his breath out of pure annoyance.

“Whoa! Hey, they’re just doing their jobs–” Stiles tries to defend his fathers and his deputies choice of profession, but is cut off by Derek throwing a glare his way.

“Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!” Derek snaps sarcastically. Stiles opens and closes his mouth, not knowing how to defend himself. Scott has his guilty face on while Fallon puts her finger up, offended.

“Okay, first of all, I never agreed with anything they said to the police. I just said I wanted to go home. Your name never came out of my mouth,” she argues.

“Both hands on the wheel!” Derek yells at her, gripping her right hand and placing it firmly around the steering wheel.

“Stop yelling at me!” Fallon screams back at him, making the man raise his eyebrows at her.

“Did you really just yell at me to get me to stop yelling at you?”

“Okay!” Stiles cuts them both off. “Can we get back on track please? You said you had the Alpha. How did you find him?”

Derek stays silent, not revealing his information to any of them. Scott scoffs at his immature behavior, “Can you trust us for at least half a second.”

“No,” he responds bluntly.

“Fallon? Can you trust Fallon?” Stiles asks quickly.

“Yes.”

Stiles’ eyes widen. His brain short circuits before he grips onto the head of Derek’s chair. “Are you serious? You trust her? He asks offendedly. “How about all three of us?”

“Or just me,” Fallon smiles smugly at Stiles through the rearview mirror. “We all know he’s not gonna trust you guys any time soon. So why don’t we just let him explain?”

Derek nods, turning to physically only address Fallon. “Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris.”

Harris. As in Adrian Harris? Their chemistry teacher? While she would love to believe that he’s a murderous Alpha werewolf so there could be a reason to explain his rude behavior, he just doesn’t seem like the supernatural type. The man himself is a jerk, but not enough to be running around at night killing people. In fact, he seems like the person to be more afraid of a werewolf rather than being one. Or is that what the Alpha wants them all to think?

“Our chemistry teacher?” Stiles asks in just as much disbelief as Fallon.

The girl turns the car down another quiet side road as Scott furrows his eyebrows, “Why him?”

“I don’t know yet,” Derek answers.

“What’s the second thing?” Fallon asks, briefly looking towards Derek.

Derek reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolds it so they can all see it clearly and holds it up for them to see. It’s a wolf inside of what could possibly be a pendant. “Some kind of symbol,” Derek says. When Scott gets a good look at it, he groans quietly, rolling his eyes. “What? You know what this is?” The man questions aggressively, needing answers sooner rather than later.

“I’ve seen it on a necklace,” Scott sighs. “Allison’s necklace.”

“Oh, what a relief,” Fallon snarks. “That shouldn’t pose an issue.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Scott pushes the door to the high school open, Fallon and Stiles following behind him. The werewolf huffs, “This is gonna be impossible, you know.” He tells them pessimistically.

“Why can’t one of you two just ask her to borrow it?” Stiles suggests. “I mean, she doesn’t hate Fallon.”

“It would still raise a couple of questions if I just randomly asked for her necklace, Stiles,” Fallon points out. “Her family barely trusts me as it is.”

“Weren’t you over there just the other day?” The boy questions.

“Yes,” Fallon nods. “But that doesn’t mean they’re gonna be totally fine with me just taking Allison’s necklace. They’ll want an explanation.”

“So just lie,” Stiles shrugs. “You’re good at that.”

“Thank you?” She furrows her eyebrows. “But I’m still not gonna do it. Her mom scares me.”

Stiles groans overdramatically, throwing his head back, “Scott?” He asks hopefully.

“How would I even get it from her?”

“It's easy! You just say, ‘Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha Werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?’” Stiles answers unseriously.

“You’re not helping,” Scott glares at him.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?”

“She won’t talk to me,” Scott huffs. “What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?”

“That's why you ease… that's why you ease back into it, okay?” He pats Scott’s shoulders. “Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace.“

Fallon can see the distant look on Scott’s eyes, “You’re thinking about her in the shower aren’t you?” She asks monotonously.

“…Yeah,” he admits sheepishly.

“All right. Stay focused, okay?” Stiles shakes him straight. “Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?”

Scott nods, “Get the necklace.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

The school day had been pretty uneventful for Fallon. She had gone to her classes as normal, finished some homework, read a couple chapters of her book, and doodled in some of her notebooks. She thought she’d be able to get through the whole day with something terrible happening, until Scott came up to her and Stiles and informed them that Jackson “knows what he is.”

“How the hell did he even find out?” The girl asks questioningly. “What could’ve given it away?”

“I have no idea,” Scott replies nervously.

“Did he say it out loud?” Stiles waves his hands around worriedly. “The word?”

“What word?”

“Werewolf,” Stiles whispers loud enough for only them to hear. “Did he say ‘I know you’re a werewolf?’”

“No,” Scott sighs impatiently. “But he implied it pretty freaking clearly!”

“Okay, maybe it’s not as bad as we’re making it out to be,” Fallon says calmly. “I mean, he doesn’t technically have any proof of it, right?”

“Exactly,” Stiles nods. “And if he wanted to tell someone, who would believe him, anyway?”

“How about Allison’s father?” Scott says pointedly. He’s right. If Jackson were to tell Chris or Kate for that matter, Scott would have to go into hiding for the rest of his life.

“…Okay, it’s bad,” Fallon rubs the back of her neck.

“I need a cure– right now,” Scott insists desperately.

“Does he know about Allison’s father?” Stiles looks at Scott curiously.

“I don’t know.”

Stiles puts his hand out, stopping Fallon and Scott from moving any further. “Okay, where’s Derek?” He questions, wondering if the older man could be of some assistance.

“Hiding like we told him to,” Fallon answers with a shrug. “Why?”

“I have another idea…” he says mischievously. “It’s gonna take a little time and finesse, though.”

Fallon bites the inside of her cheek. Time and finesse with Stiles usually means something that is bordering illegal. The last time he used those specific words was when he wanted to take Fallon to the candy store downtown at one in the morning and lower her down through the air ducts because they were closed. His reasoning was “I really want salt water taffy.”

“Stiles, we have the quarterfinals tonight,” Fallon reminds him seriously. “And keep in mind, it’s also your first game. We can’t do anything to risk that, especially since your dad is coming.”

“I know, I know…” he waves her off, but she knows that with whatever he’s planning, something could definitely go wrong. He looks back at Scott, “Look do you have a plan for Allison yet?”

“She’s in my next class.”

Stiles pats his shoulder, “Get the necklace.” He grabs Fallon’s hand, pulling her along behind him, “And you are coming with me.”

Fallon’s heart sinks as she realizes now that she must be an instrumental part in his scheme. She turns back to Scott and mouths, ‘help me.’

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

“You sent her romantic photos of the two of you?” Fallon asks in disbelief as she sits down in her seat at the lunch table across from Scott, Stiles sitting next to her. Allison had just ran to Fallon in complete tears, pulling her out of her class. Scott had sent her photos of them being close and lovey with each other which only made the poor girl feel guilty for her decision. While Fallon believes she was a bit over dramatic and rash in deciding to break up with Scott, he took the absolute wrong route to try and get the necklace. “What the hell were you thinking? I mean, there’s no way you actually thought that would get her to give you the necklace.”

“I didn’t even think it was that bad,” Scott frowns. “I thought it was sweet.”

Scott, she already feels like crap for dumping you,” Fallon points out. “Sending her those photos was like a punch to the gut. No wonder she told you not to talk to her anymore. There were so many better ways to have handled that.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he says quietly. “I really thought it was a nice gesture.”

“…So, she’s not giving you the necklace?” Stiles brings up awkwardly.

“She’s not giving me the necklace,” Scott answers quickly and irritably, angry that’s the only part Stiles seems to care about.

“Did you find anything else out?” Stiles asks, taking a decent bite out of his cheeseburger.

Scott looks to the roof frustratedly, “Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they’re totally psychotic.”

Fallon takes a bite of her peanut butter and jelly with a sarcastic nod, “Right, we’re psychotic when you're the one who thought it would be a great idea to send romantic photos to your ex-girlfriend to get her necklace. When instead you could’ve just said ‘hey, I don’t mean to be weird, I know we’re broken up, but I just wanted to say that’s a really cool pendant.’ But y’know, why would you want to do that? That would just be too easy.”

Stiles nods along with her words, Scott glaring at him slightly. “Okay, I came up with a Plan B just in case something like this happened,” he reveals.

“What’s Plan B?”

“Just steal the stupid thing!” He says bluntly, moving to open his drink.

“Why wasn’t that Plan A?” Fallon furrows her eyebrows. “I could’ve done that, easy.” It’s true. She and Allison have gym together, so when they were changing she could’ve easily gotten it off of her. Not that she likes to make a habit out of stealing people’s things, but this is for the greater good of Scott’s life.

“Do we really think that’s the best way?” Scott asks unsurely. “Couldn’t we at least try getting to Harris?”

Stiles shakes his head, “My dad put him under a twenty-four hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it,” he commands. “Thank you. Better it be you than Fallon who’s apparently itching to steal something,” he sends her a weird look.

“Okay, I’m not itching,” she defends herself. “I just like to steal sometimes. It makes my heart go fast.”

“I don’t know if I want to call you adorable or scary,” Stiles stares at her.

The three of them continue eating their lunch. Fallon steals one of Stiles’ fries while he takes one of her cookies. The two of them don’t notice Scott’s uncomfortability until he shifts in his seat to look at them, “Guys, he’s watching us.” He nods his head towards a table in the distance.

Fallon and Stiles look up, noticing Jackson staring at them with a smug smirk. It sends chills down her skin the way his predatory gaze is stuck on them. Ever since Scott’s made it onto Coach’s radar, Jackson has been absolutely insufferable. He really wasn’t that bad before, but now she questions why she even became friends with him in the first place.

“I wanna punch him,” she mumbles. “… again. But this time harder. Like I want to break his nose.” She glares at Jackson, but the blonde isn’t focused enough on her to see her anger.

“Okay…” Stiles places a hesitant hand on her back, rubbing it up and down. “Easy there killer.”

The two of them notice Scott zoning out and going slightly pale. Stiles leans forward, “What’s wrong?”

“Jackson's talking to me,” Scott tells them worriedly. He scoots forward in his seat, panicking as he tries to get closer to his best friends. “He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening.”

“Just let me go over there and punch him,” Fallon begs. “Seriously, I’ll get him to stop talking. Maybe I can take Stiles with me and he can kill him with his sarcasm and supernatural ability to annoy people.”

“Hey!” The boy smacks her, offended.

“Would one of you guys just say something!” Scott whispers. “Just talk to me!”

“I can’t think of anything– my mind’s completely blank,” Stiles sets his water bottle down.

Scott looks at him baffled, “Your mind is blank? You can’t think of something to say?”

Stiles defends himself, “Not under this kind of pressure.”

“Technically we are talking to you,” Fallon says pointedly. “Your stiff posture is what’s giving it away.” She glances back up and furrows her brows, “And he’s not even sitting there anymore.”

Scott spins around quickly, noting the blonde’s absence. His concern grows, “Where the hell is he?”

“Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So, what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse... Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?”

“Yes,” Scott mutters defensively out of nowhere. He squeezes the water bottle in his hand so tightly that his whole arm begins to shake.

Fallon reaches forward, encasing her hands around his, “Scott…” she warns. “Don’t feed into it. Ignore him.”

“I'll bet my new co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her.”

Scott’s entire body goes rigid. Fallon wishes she could hear what antagonizing words Jackson’s saying to him. “Scott, what’s going on?” Stiles asks, concerned. “What’s happening?”

“Talk to us,” Fallon begs, trying to pull him out of whatever angry trance he’s in. “What is he saying to you?”

He stays completely silent, only listening to Jackson’s mumbling. Stiles snaps his fingers in front of Scott’s face, but it doesn’t even earn a blink from the zoned out boy. The two friends try to search the lunch room, but Jackson is nowhere to be found.

“I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And, when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body.”

Scott’s hand quakes violently as he brings his water bottle up to his mouth, taking a sip to try and calm himself down. Fallon’s leg bounces up and down as she watches Scott with troubled eyes. Is he going to turn in the middle of the lunch room? Or just go and murder Jackson?

Stiles leans closer to his best friend, “Scott, come on, you can’t let him do this. You can’t let him have this kind of power over you, okay?”

“I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and Scott? She's gonna beg for more.”

Scott is now gripping his plastic tray with a deadly amount of force. His face is starting to flush red with anger as the plastic in his hands begins to crack under the pressure.

“I bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott... When she's screaming my name?”

Fallon and Stiles grip onto each other as the tray finally snaps in half, causing his plate to fall with a loud crash onto the table. Pretty much every head in the lunch room turned to look at them. Fallon’s lips form in a tight line as she raises her hand to dismiss their new audience.

“Proceed with your business,” she says. “We’re fine… everything is just fine,” she mumbles the last part quietly, but Stiles and Scott know that they are so far from fine.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

“I don’t understand why my presence is required for you to look up what Allison’s pendant means,” Fallon tells Stiles as she enters his room behind him, flopping down on his bed like she usually does.

“Because you’re better at taking notes than I am,” he shrugs as if it’s obvious. “And I didn’t wanna do it by myself… so there’s that.” He waves his hand in the air, “And I’m feeding your sorry ass, so don’t act like it’s that big of a burden.”

“True,” Fallon sighs contently. “I suppose I can’t complain.”

“Exactly,” Stiles nods. “Y’know what’s really funny? Normally dogs are either food or toy motivated, but it seems I’ve found a human that’s also motivated by food.”

“Are you calling me a dog?” She sits up, glaring daggers at him.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m just saying you have dog-like tendencies.”

“You may be right,” she admits gruffly. “I’m starting to get the urge to attack.” The two of them make prolonged eye contact before she surges forward making the boy flinch with a small yelp. She throws her head back, cackling loudly at his fear of her.

She’s still laughing when Noah calls out for his son, “Hey, Stiles!”

Fallon sits up from her spot, but her eyes turn as wide as saucers when she sees Derek Hale staring directly at her, “Holy shi–” she tries to scream.

She’s swiftly cut off by Derek picking her up from the bed and pulling her out of sight behind the slightly ajar door. He slaps a hand over her mouth, pushing her body into the wall. He cages her in, one arm on the side of her head while his one hand remains on her mouth. She squirms under his hold making him tighten his grip.

“Relax,” he whispers through clenched teeth. “Don't say a word.”

Stiles barely turns, not even hearing the sudden commotion behind him. “Yo, D–” He jumps slightly when he sees his best friend pinned to the door, “Derek?”

The brooding man moves his free hand in front of his lips, using his finger to signal Stiles to shut up. He could have easily done that to Fallon, but apparently that would’ve been too easy. He uses the same finger to point to the halfway open door as the sheriff comes up to talk to his son.

Stiles sends Fallon a panicked look before stumbling over to the door, shutting it a bit more behind him so his father can’t see the poor girl being shoved against his bedroom wall. The door rattles on its hinges making Derek roll his eyes.

“What’d you say?” They hear the sheriff say.

Stiles tries to play it cool, “What? I said, ‘Yo, D–Dad,” he scoffs out a laugh as if it was obvious.

“Is Fallon here?” He wonders. “I thought I heard the two of you come in together.”

“Uh. Y-Yeah, she’s here. In my room…” Stiles stutters awkwardly. “Just studying and stuff. Y’know, ‘cause she’s smart.”

Fallon cringes at his rambling. Sheriff Stilinski sends his son a small grin, “You ever gonna tell that poor girl how you feel about her?”

Fallon and Stiles’ eyes shoot wide open at the sentence. Stiles splutters profusely while Fallon simply glares at Derek who has an amused eyebrow raised. Still not a hint of a smile though.

“I’m sorry, what?!” His son shakes his head. “No. No, no, no, no. Fallon and me– just friends. No feelings. In fact, I don’t even think she’s a girl. She doesn’t count.”

“Yeah,” Noah nods skeptically. “That's what they all say.“ He shakes off the playfully tone before sighing, “Anyway, listen, I’ve got something that I’ve got to take care of, but I’m gonna be there tonight,” he promises. “I mean, your first game!”

Fallon huffs under Derek’s hand which still hasn’t moved. It’s Stiles’ first game, and the semifinal, and he ends up getting stuck trying to figure out all this werewolf drama for Scott. He deserves a chance to play in the spotlight for once. Scott better get that necklace, if not for himself, then at least for Stiles’ sake. At this rate, especially with Derek here, she doesn’t even think she’ll be able to play tonight.

Stiles nods his head up and down, “My first game!” Stiles repeats with a small fist bump into the air. She couldn’t tell if that was sarcasm or actual excitement, but knowing Stiles and their current situation, it’s probably the former. “Guh– it’s great! Awesome. Uh, good!”

“I’m very happy for you,” Noah smiles genuinely. “And I’m really proud of you.”

Fallon expected Stiles to just thank his dad or say ‘I love you,’ but she should’ve known better. “Thanks… Me too. I’m happy and proud… of myself.”

“So, they’re really gonna let you play, right?” Noah asks unsurely, still having a hard time grasping the concept of his son being first line.

Stiles beams, “Yeah, Dad– I’m first line. Believe that?”

Noah nods, “I’m very proud.”

“Oh, me too,” Stiles says with a rushed smile. “Again, I’m–”

Sheriff Stilinski leans forward, pulling Stiles in for the most awkward hug Fallon has ever witnessed. They pay each other on the back, “Huggie, huggie…” Stiles mutters weirdly. “Huggie.”

“Idiot,” Fallon says, still muffled by Derek’s hand.

Noah looks at his son oddly but nonetheless nods, “See you there,” he waves at his son before taking off down the stairs. Fallon lets out a breath of relief as Derek lets her go. She lightly pushes him out of her way, glaring at him as she goes to move. She gasps though as Stiles closes the door, Derek taking the opportunity to then pin him to it.

She gapes at him, “What is with you and pinning people to things?”

Derek ignores her, snarling at Stiles as he goes to open his mouth. “If you say one word–”

“Oh, what? You mean like, ‘Hey dad, Derek Hale’s in my room. Bring your gun?!’” Stiles cuts him off sassily. Derek falters for a moment, realizing that Stiles does technically have the power in this situation. They told him to hide, but he chose to come to the Sheriff’s house. The only thing protecting him right now is Stiles’ silence. “Yeah, that’s right. If I’m harboring your fugitive ass, it’s my house,” he slaps Derek’s chest cockily making Fallon smirk, “my rules, buddy.”

Derek clenches his jaw. He remains silent, but eventually he slowly nods, releasing his tight grip on Stiles. He pulls down the boy's jacket to rearrange it from where he pulled it out of proportion during his attempt at threatening him. Stiles huffs out a laugh, and being his usual self, does the same for Derek's leather jacket

That earns a menacing jerk of the head from Derek causing Stiles to flinch similarly to when Fallon pretended to surge at him earlier. “Oh my God!” He says fearfully before returning to his desk.

Fallon stays on Stiles’ bed, glancing at Derek every few seconds to make sure he doesn’t try to pin her to the wall again. Her mind is still a little fuzzy from the first time. Whether it be from the lack of oxygen or because she secretly enjoyed it, they’ll never know.

“Scott didn’t get the necklace?” Derek asks, following Stiles over to his laptop.

“No. He's still working on it. But, there's something else we can try.” He spins in his chair to face Derek. “The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there.”

“So? Derek shrugs, not seeing how that pertains to their current issue.

“So…” Fallon leans forward in a patronizing tone, almost as if she were explaining it to a child, “It wasn’t Scott.”

Derek glances at her like he wants to throw her through a wall rather than pin her to it. “Well, can you guys find out who sent it?” He questions aggressively.

“No,” Stiles shakes his head. “At least not one of us,” he points between himself and Fallon. “But I think I know someone who can…”

Stiles pulls out his phone and as soon as she sees the smirk on Stiles’ face and the words “lab work” come out of his mouth, she already knew who he was calling.

Danny.

He probably has no clue that Stiles knows about his previous run-ins with the law. The only reason Fallon knows is because he and her are really close. She’s pretty sure the only people he’s told are her and Jackson. She groans, “Stiles, you can’t just ambush him like this.”

“Do you have a better idea?” He scoffs.

“Uh, yeah,” she nods. “Just tell him you need a favor and that you’ll owe him one. He’s a pretty easy going guy if you haven’t noticed.”

“This is more fun,” Stiles shrugs. His phone pings with a message from Danny, “I’ll be right back. He’s here.” Stiles runs out of the room, leaving Derek and Fallon alone until he returns.

She gazes at the man, “So… that was a pretty aggressive greeting,” she says sarcastically, recalling the way he didn’t even say hello to her when he came in.

Derek’s eyes flicked to her, his expression as unreadable as ever. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at her with that intense gaze that always seemed to see right through her. Fallon forces herself not to look away, refusing to be intimidated by his silence.

“I heard your heartbeat rising,” Derek finally said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

Fallon feels her cheeks flush slightly at his words, and she quickly covers it with a scoff. “Oh, please. You had me pinned against a wall with your hand over my mouth. My heart was racing because I thought you were going to suffocate me, not because I enjoyed it.”

Derek’s lips twitch, just barely, but it’s enough for Fallon to notice. “Sure,” he said, clearly not buying her excuse. He pushes off the wall and took a step closer to her, his presence once again filling the small space between them. “You’re not as good at hiding things as you think, Fallon.”

Her eyes narrow at his words, her stubbornness flaring up. “And you’re not as unreadable as you think, Derek.”

This time, it was Derek’s turn to scoff, though it was a much quieter sound. He takes another step closer, and Fallon finds herself involuntarily pressing herself further into the bed. “If that were true,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper, “you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did when I grabbed you.”

Fallon swallows hard, her heart beating a little faster as he looms over her. The girl knows he’s only saying that to get under her skin, to rattle her so she stops talking. She wasn’t going to let him win though. Fallon’s never been one to step down from a challenge. “You’re assuming I was flustered because of you,” she counters, trying to keep her voice steady. “Maybe I just don’t like being manhandled.”

Derek’s eyes flicker down for the briefest of moments before meeting her gaze again. “Keep telling yourself that,” he murmurs.

Fallon’s breath hitches slightly at the intensity in his voice, but she quickly masks it with a smirk. “I will.”

Before Derek could respond, the sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the tension between them. He quickly steps away, putting some distance between them as Stiles returns with Danny in tow.

“Fallon?” Danny tilts his head. “What are you doing here?”

“Um,” she purses her lips, “nothing worth noting. Just kind of here… taking up space.”

“Are you gonna help us with lab work?” He asks curiously as Stiles plops back down in his chair.

“Actually,” Stiles gets his attention with a shake of his head. “We’re not doing lab work. I need you to do something else for us.”

“What?” Danny furrows his eyebrows. “What do you mean we’re not doing lab work?” He scoffs. “That's why you invited me here.”

“That was a lie,” Siles shrugs nonchalantly. “Fallon and I need you to do something mucho importante. We need your crazy hacker skills to trace a text for us,” he blurts out, typing fervently on his computer.

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” Danny shakes his head in disbelief.

“Trace a text,” Stiles enunciates condescendingly, as if Danny doesn’t understand the request.

Fallon feels bad for Danny. He genuinely came here to do lab work and Stiles just exploited his crime record. In the grand scheme of things, Danny doing this is going to be a big help, but they way he was manipulated into coming here might bite them back karmic wise in the future.

The brunette girl rolls her eyes, pulling Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. She should’ve been on the sixth book by now, but with all the supernatural issues going on, it’s been hard to find downtime. Her eyes gloss over the pages, immersing herself in the fictional world. The only issue is that as she tries to delve deeper, she can feel Derek’s stare on the back of her neck. It’s almost as if he expects her to conversate with him. She thought he’d love the fact he can just stand there in his broody silence, not being bothered by anyone.

“I came here to do lab work– that’s what lab partners do,” Danny tells him, growing increasingly more annoyed.

Stiles groans, running a hand through his buzzcut. “And we will! …Once you trace the text,” he says, making an ultimatum out of it.

Danny glares at him, “And what makes you think I know how?”

Stiles turns sheepish, stuttering slightly. Fallon doesn’t bother looking up from her book, “He looked up your arrest report,” she reveals monotonously, flipping the page.”

Danny’s face falls defeatedly, “I-I was thirteen,” he says defensively. “They dropped the charges.”

Stiles puts his hands up, indicating with his gesture that he’s not accusing Danny of anything. “Whatever,” he shrugs.

Danny looks like he considers it for a moment, but ultimately huffs and determinedly sets his backpack down. He takes a seat next to Stiles, “No. We’re doing lab work,” he insists.

Fallon sighs, finally looking up from her book. “Please, Danny…?” She begs nicely. “If you do this, I’ll seriously owe you one. I’ll even do your guys’ lab work,” she proposes.

“Wait, seriously?” Stiles spins around causing Fallon to narrow her eyes at him. “Nevermind…” he mumbles.

Danny looks like he wants to say yes, but his need to be a good student seems to be winning. He shakes his head, turning his attention back to Stiles’ computer. It doesn’t last for long though as his attention is pulled over to where Derek is sitting, reading Fallon’s copy of the Prisoner of Azkaban. She lends him a copy of whatever book he is on. He’s a pretty fast reader, she's noticed. He should be further along too, but with having to pretend to be dead for a bit, he fell behind. Fallon glances in Danny’s direction, noticing him slightly ogling Derek, not that the werewolf noticed.

“Who’s he again?” She hears Danny whisper to Stiles.

Derek slipped his jacket off a few moments prior, laying it next to Fallon’s spot on the bed. He’s in a tight-fitted light gray t-shirt. His muscles bulge out of the fabric, the lightness of the color really making his eyes pop. The top of his chest peeks out due to the buttons being undone, but no one in the room seems to mind.

Stiles tries to find a believable answer. He glances back at Derek before slowly turning back to Danny, “Um, my cousin…” he pauses, “Miguel.”

Fallon snorts rather loudly at the lie. She covers it up with a cough as all three boys turn to look at her. Derek’s glare stays on her the longest, not appreciating how humorous she’s finding the situation.

“Is that blood on his shirt?”

Fallon’s eyes widen. Sure enough, as she looks over at Derek, there’s a nice and noticeable blood stain right on his t-shirt. She shoots him a pointed look, “Where did that come from?” She seethes through clenched teeth. “What have you even been doing?”

Danny and Stiles can’t hear her though. “Yeah. Yes, well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds,” Stiles effortlessly excuses. He glances back at Derek with false politeness, “Hey, Miguel… I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?”

Derek closes the book in one swift motion, never taking his glare off Stiles. With an unnecessary amount of aggression, he tosses it onto the bed as he stands up jerkily and walks over to the dresser. Fallon watches as he pulls his shirt over his head angrily, tossing it onto the ground.

The girl bites her lip as she watches him rummage through Stiles’ drawers. His back muscles flex with every moment, showing off the large tattoo that takes up most of his back. She tries to keep her focus on the book, but she’d have to be a nun to ignore the attractive man in front of her. If her father saw the way she was looking at Derek right now, he’d probably be sent into an early grave. Or go after him with a shotgun. No previous hunter training required.

“So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably–”

“Uh, Stiles,” Derek interrupts the boy who is still trying to convince Danny to contribute to their cause.

“Yes?” Stiles bats his eyelashes innocently.

He holds up a tiny black and white striped t-shirt. He pulls it in two different directions with his hands to emphasize his point, “This… no fit,” he says irritably.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Then try something else on.”

Fallon looks up at Derek, “Sorry,” she mouths at him. If she could help, she would. But there’s no way with Derek’s physique that he's going to find something that fits him in Stiles’ room.

She looks back down at her book, managing to finish the page she was on before Stiles’ voice pulls her back into the conversation. “Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?” He says nudging him to look at Derek.

Fallon’s jaw drops when she sees the bright orange and blue shirt covering Derek’s body. While the fit of it does bring out his… well, everything. It doesn't look very comfortable, nor is it his style. Derek clearly hates it as well as his usual scowl deepens. If Lydia were to see this monstrosity, she would throw Stiles in jail for even possessing a shirt that looks like that. She’s pretty sure Stiles has never even worn that in his life.

“Huh?” Danny shifts uncomfortably.

“The shirt?” Stiles continues to push on his opinion.

Danny looks at Derek, either finding him extremely attractive or extremely scary, Fallon couldn’t tell which. “It’s… It’s not really his color,” he says, swallowing thickly.

Danny’s gaze lingers for a moment as Derek takes off yet another shirt. Stiles leans over to the goalie with a smug smile, “You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don’t you Danny boy?” He whispers menacingly, calling his lab partner out.

“You’re a horrible person.”

Stiles looks up at his curling as if actually pondering his terrible behavior, “I know. It keeps me awake at night.” He sleeps like a baby pretty much every night. It takes Fallon, Scott, and the aroma of chocolate chip pancakes to get him to wake up at sleepovers. “Anyway, about that text…”

“Stiles!” Derek shouts, his temper now officially snapped. He holds another shirt in his hands, but it’s obvious that one won’t work for him either. “None of these fit!”

Danny immediately turns back to the computer, not able to look at Derek change anymore. He begins typing, “I’ll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of text.”

Fallon and Stiles make eye contact, quietly celebrating their little victory. Fallon jumps up, hugging Danny from behind, “You’re the best. Seriously, I meant what I said. I definitely owe you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy waves off. “Just lend me copy off your history notes and we’re even.”

“Done,” she nods happily.

They allow Danny to work for about thirty minutes in complete silence, which has to be a new record for Fallon and Stiles. The two of them collectively struggle to stay quiet for more than ten. But it was already enough of a struggle to convince Danny, they didn’t need to piss him off anymore than he already was. She watches impressed as information flies across the screen, all by Danny’s doing. Suddenly, he stops.

“There,” he points to the screen, causing Derek to walk closer so he can get a better look. He stands directly behind Fallon, his breath faintly hitting her neck causing chills to run down her spine. She shuffles over a bit to have more room, earning a curious look from Derek himself. “The text was sent from a computer.” He points towards the name, “This one.”

Fallon, Stiles, and Derek stare at the screen in shock and confusion. How could this be the computer the text was sent from?

“Registered to that account name?” Derek asks skeptically.

“No,” Fallon shakes her head. “No, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“That can’t be right,” Stiles breathes out.

On the bright screen in front of them reads the words Account registered to: Beacon Hills Hospital– Melissa McCall.

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Fallon sits in the backseat of Stiles’ jeep, Derek taking up the passenger seat. She knew better than to argue with him, either way she would’ve ended up in the same spot. Just one scenario he’s mad at her, and the other he’s not. Hence why she chose the latter. Her leg bounces up and down nervously as she checks the time on her phone. The game starts in less than thirty minutes. She has never missed a game out of her own free will, and Coach is gonna kill her when he realizes she’s not there already.

“Did you get the picture?” Scott asks Stiles through the phone. Fallon can hear the faint cheering from the crowd through the speaker and a pout crosses over her face. She should’ve gone with Scott to steal the necklace.

On the bright side, at least he found the pendant. He sent the group of three a picture of it, the real thing matching up with the sketch Derek showed them pretty well. All the important details seemed to be there. She might’ve made it a little neater if she drew it, but that’s just her inner artist's need for perfection.

The unlikely trio sits in the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital Long Term Care facility. Derek forced Stiles to drive them there, but didn’t explain why. Said he would tell them when they got there.

“Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing,” Stiles answers.

Derek grabs Stiles’ wrist with no remorse, pulling it at an awkward angle so he can talk into the phone. “Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something…”

“No, no, the thing's flat,” Scott says, much to Derek’s disappointment. “And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you guys? You're supposed to be here. Coach is gonna go ballistic when he realizes neither of you are ready.”

“Where the hell is Bilinski?!” The hear Coach shout through the phone. Suddenly his voice becomes impossibly louder, “McCall! Where’s Donovan?” He asks, his tone of voice angry, and from what she can tell, a bit nervous. “Why isn’t she out here running drills? Is that her on the phone right now?” They hear a small scuffle go on, “Donovan! You better get your ass out on this field toot sweet or you’ll be running sucides until you actually commit suicide, do you understand me?!”

Fallon’s eyes shoot open. That definitely was not a bluff. The rest of her lacrosse career is going to be a living nightmare. Scott sighs, finally getting his phone back. “Stiles, you’re not gonna play if you’re not here to start,” he says sadly. “And Fallon, Coach might actually combust if you don’t show up.”

The girl groans, putting her head in her hands. “I know,” she mumbles.

Stiles feels an immense amount of frustration, throwing his hand up. “We know,” he sighs, realizing that they're sacrificing what could lead them to the semi-finals. “Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him… tell him I’ll be there. We’ll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks.” He pulls the phone away from his ear and hands it to Fallon. “He said he needs to tell you something.”

She furrows her eyebrows but takes the phone anyway, “Hey Scotty, what’s up?” She greets, placing the phone next to her ear.

“Fall, I’m really sorry, but I may or may not have made a huge mistake,” he starts off, immediately making her nervous.

“What kind of mistake?” She asks, sending a worried look to Stiles.

“Chris caught me sneaking out of his house this afternoon when I went to steal the necklace. He started asking me questions about Derek and why I talk to him, and I may have mentioned that the two of you tend to talk a lot too. I promise I didn’t mean to. But you need to be careful, he–”

“Scott, why the hell would you tell him that I talk to Derek?” Fallon asks angrily. “I was the only one out of the three of us who had a decent relationship with that family!”

“I was under a lot of pressure, okay?” Scott tries to defend himself. “He just kept pushing for information and I just accidentally let it slip. I’m sorry…”

The girl groans loudly once more, a migraine slowly seeping its way into her head. “Okay, whatever. I-It’s fine. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out if he asks. Just try to keep Coach from losing his mind. We’ll be there soon. Okay, bye.”

Fallon didn’t have time to think about the future lecture from Chris Argent. He’s a really nice guy, despite the fact he’s been hunting one of her best friends since third grade and her other friend who happens to like taking her books. He’ll no doubt tell Michael about her secret relationship with Derek which means her father will actually send her to Azkaban. And by that she means, lock her in her room with cameras, only allowing her out for school with the occasional visit from Scott and Stiles. She’ll also probably lose her motorcycle privileges.

“You guys aren’t gonna make it,” Derek says bluntly.

Stiles nods with a sigh, “Yeah, we know.” Both of them were more than bummed, but Fallon felt worse for Stiles than she did herself. She’s gotten to play first line since she was a freshman. Scott also got a free ticket to first line due to the bite, but Stiles had to work his butt off to get to this point. She might love to read him for his lack of hand-eye coordination, but Stiles practiced pretty much every day up until all of this werewolf business started happening. It's sad watching him give up so much.

“And neither of you told him about his mom either.”

“And we’re not going to,” Fallon shakes her head. “Not until we find out the truth. Because I know Melissa would never do that. She couldn’t have. She’s not in the know about any of this. Hell, for a while, she didn’t even know about Allison, let alone her phone number.”

“Plus, last week, I saw her struggle to change the channel on the TV in the living room. Which she’s had for almost three years. Not exactly tech savvy enough to send a message from Scott’s phone through a computer,” Stiles adds.

Derek nods his head along with their words. “By the way, one more thing…” Stiles turns to look at the man but immediately regrets it as Derek takes the back of his head, harshly slamming his face into the steering wheel.

Fallon jumps as Stiles groans in pain, clutching his face. “Derek!” The girl screams, reaching up to slap his shoulder. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Oh God!” Stiles rubs his forehead which is now throbbing. “What the hell was–”

Derek cuts him off with a stiff point from his finger, “You know what that was for! Now go!” He gestures towards the doors of the care facility. “Both of you.”

Fallon rolls her eyes at his bossiness, pulling out her ”volunteer” ID. She’s starting to feel like maybe this was the only reason she was needed for Derek’s plan. Easy access into the hospital.

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Stiles stays closely behind Fallon who leads them through the hallways of the hospital. The brunette girl has her phone pressed to her ear, talking to Derek who is telling them what to do as they go. Her confusion is growing more and more as she notices the odd abandonment of this branch. There should be more nurses walking around. She’s been in this unit before, even helped some paralyzed patients with physical therapy. Despite their terrible circumstances, the patients here are usually pretty Iively. This is one of her favorite parts of the hospital to do rounds in, so it’s concerning to see it so empty.

“Derek there’s no one here,” Fallon tells him. “We can’t find one nurse, let alone whoever you’re talking about.”

“Look, just ask for Jennifer,” Derek instructs strictly. “She’s been looking after my uncle.”

“Who even is your uncle?” Fallon questions. “Maybe I’ve checked in on him at some point.”

“No,” Derek denies. “They’ve only ever allowed Jennifer to work with him. That’s why you need to find her.”

Fallon trudges exasperatedly over to the room number Derek tells her. Stiles tries to listen in on the conversation so she decides to put the call on speaker. Once they arrive at the room they’re met with nothing. His bed is empty and freshly made, no one is occupying the wheelchair, nothing. It’s almost as if he disappeared into thin air, which isn’t exactly common for a comatose burn victim.

“Derek, he’s not here,” Fallon voices. “Like nowhere to be found. This room looks like it’s prepped to bring in a new patient, not like it’s been lived in.”

“What?” Derek asks, completely befuddled.

“He’s not here,” she enunciates. “It doesn’t look like he ever was. There’s no trace of anyone.”

There was a moment of silence, making both Stoles and Fallon grow increasingly more anxious. The tension becomes almost too much to handle until Derek bursts out into a yell, “Fallon, get out of there right now!” He screams. “It’s him! He’s the Alpha! You both need to get out!”

Fallon’s blood runs cold. She stumbles backwards, trying to push her and Stiles out of the abandoned room. The exit. That’s all that runs through her mind. Stiles catches her before she trips over her own feet. They both breath heavily as she grabs his hand, getting ready to bolt for the doors. But before they could even make a full turn, they are met with a looming figure. Derek’s uncle, Peter. The Alpha. He stands tall above them, a long trench coat covering his form. She wants to run away, scream even, the same feeling from the video store coming back. Especially when that smirk comes across his face. The same one she saw when he touched her with his claws. Her heart stops.

She’s absolutely terrified. This man could kill her without even thinking twice about it. But she knows she would throw herself into a pit of fire if it meant protecting Stiles. She takes a small step forward, pushing the boy behind her protectively. Peter looks almost amused by her action.

He smiles sinisterly, “You must be Fallon and Stiles.” The brunette girl couldn’t help but sympathize at the burns on the side of his face. They’re red, swollen, and discolored. No doubt one of the most painful injuries anyone could receive. She knows it’s wrong to feel even slightly and for the man as he’s killed so many people as well as having turned Scott, but after being wronged this way. Perhaps it’s not completely unjustified.

Fallon grips Stiles’ hand tighter. She tries to even her breathing as she spins them around to run in the other direction, but they are met with the angry scowl of who they could only assume was Peter’s nurse, Jennifer. Of course, now they find her.

“What are you doing here?” She interrogates aggressively. “Visiting hours are over.”

Fallon drops her phone to the ground, not even cringing when the screen falls face down. She clenches her fists tightly, getting ready to beat the living daylights out of the woman in front of them. Until Stiles decides that now is the perfect time to have an existential crisis. Or epiphany, whichever one he’d like to classify it as.

He points to Jennifer with a slack jaw, “You…” He gasps loudly before looking back at Peter. “And him… You're-you're the one who-- Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, we’re gonna die.” He looks like he’s going to cry, just without the tears. “We’re gonna die,” he mumbles again.

Fallon feels a sudden surge of bravery. She turns her head towards Peter, nose flaring with anger. He has been non stop terrorizing her. Her thoughts plagued with the memory of him invading her space the way that he did. “That night at the video store… you sniffed me. You touched me. Why? Why didn’t you just kill me when you had the chance?”

Peter’s smirk deepened as he looked at Fallon. "There’s something different about you... something worth keeping around.” A dark gleam appears in his eyes, “Why waste such potential, such… power, when it’s staring me right in the face?” Her confusion and fear makes him glow, “You’ll understand soon enough.”

Fallon felt as if every part of her had been violated simply by his words. He thinks she has potential. Why would he want to keep her around? He does have a plan for her, something she doesn’t and would never want to be a part of. Before she could say or process anything else, a loud crack is heard as Derek smoothly slides into the hallway. He elbows Jennifer in the face, causing the red head to fall to the linoleum floor, hitting her head and knocking her out cold.

Peter cocks his head to the side with a faux frown, “That’s not nice,” he feigns offense. “She’s my nurse.”

“She’s a psychotic bitch helping you kill people,” Derek corrects, getting ready for a fight. “Get out of the way,” he orders the two teens.

Stiles looks like he’s about to pass out as he glances between the two werewolves. Fallon’s eyes meet Derek’s and she feels the urge to fight with him, to tell him that they can help, but the pointed look he gives her makes her surrender that foolish notion. She grabs Stiles’ arm and pulls them down to the floor, crawling out of the way of the upcoming brawl.

“You think I killed Laura on purpose?” Peter stalks closer to Derek, ignoring the teens who are pushing themselves against the wall below. “One of my own family?”

Derek roars loudly, his eyes shifting to their bright shade of blue. This probably isn’t the family reunion either of them were expecting. The brunette pushes Stiles further down the hall as she watches Derek bounce off the wall to tackle Peter. The Alpha grabs his nephew by the collar of his jacket, throwing him directly into the wall next to Stiles and Fallon.

“Shit!” The girl screams, rolling over in the other direction.

Paint and drywall crumble off the spot of impact. She and Stiles run the other way, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. Fallon watches Derek with worried eyes, but he doesn’t falter in the slightest from the rough impact. Despite the wall now having a Derek sized dent in it, the man himself appears fine.

Fallon flinches as Stiles yanks her away from the unconscious nurse. Peter reaches down, grabbing Derek by the neck as he drags him down the hallway. She wants to help in some way, but Derek specifically told them to get out of the way.

“My mind, my personality, we’re literally burned out of me,” Peter monologues dramatically. “I was being driven by pure instinct.” He drops Derek’s body on the floor with a loud thud before reaching over to his nurse and taking her keys.

Derek grunts, forcing himself to stand after being manhandled. “You want forgiveness?” He asks breathily before cocking his fist back and slamming it into Peter’s jaw. Fallon flinches from the contact, Peter’s head jerking in the other direction.

Peter takes the opportunity to grab Derek by the collar again, head butting him with an excessive amount of force. “I want understanding,” he answers.

He lifts his leg up, connecting it with Derek’s chest as he sends the man flying across the hallway. Fallon jumps out of the way, pulling Stiles behind her. “We need to get out of here,” she whispers urgently. Stiles nods in agreement, the two of them rounding the corner to head towards the doors. They can hear Peter in the distance.

Peter menacingly tilts his head towards his nephew, “Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years?” Derek spits out blood onto the floor, using his arms to push himself off of the floor. “Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness.”

Fallon bites the inside of her cheek, trying not to imagine how hurt Derek is. Flashes of his brutally beat up body from the night at the school enter her mind, but Stiles manages to keep her grounded as they try to find the best escape route.

“Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that.” Derek stands up, swinging at Peter who dodges his punches with scary precision. “I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you.”

The moment Stiles and Fallon rush out of the exit door, they hear the loud sound of glass shattering. The brunette hesitates, but is pulled forward by Stiles. She looks back with only enough time to see Derek crawling away from Peter, the older man getting ready to abuse his nephew’s body again. She ignores the grunts and sounds of colliding fists, not knowing who is winning at this point.

And truthfully, she doesn’t want to know.

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The Day Stiles Snapped

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Twenty-five years of war and supernatural annoyances makes you pretty close to the people you have left. It also means the peaceful portion of Beacon Hill's the supernatural population has rules for living peacefully. The number one rule: don't hurt the pack, their humans are crazy and will not stand for it.

~3k

TW: gore, violence, death

This is actual crap but I'm too lazy and stressed to fix it

Blood and ash covered the ground. The newly rebuilt Hale house had been reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble once more. Stiles, sitting stuck at the base of a tree. He looked around at his friends, taking in the carnage before him.

Scott was bleeding out, slashed nine ways to hell, and he wasn’t healing. Isaac was trying to hell him but was badly hurt too. Isaac’s whole body was shaking, sucking in greedy breaths of air he’d been deprived of.

Jackson was holding Lydia, crying as she stared blankly up at him. He held her face, blood from his hands smearing on her perfect pale skin. For all Stiles knew, she was already gone.

Malia had been trapped in ropes laced with wolfsbane. Every time she moved, the cut deeper into her skin. Her wrists were raw and bleeding as she fought to help the others.

Liam was on the ground, finally managing to push his weight up on his hands and knees. He'd been thrown at least twenty feet before slamming into the foundation of what had been their home, the pack’s house. Stiles could see the defeat in his eyes. Eyes that had found Theo's body. The bloody, crumbled mess that used to be a person.

A shrill laughter echoed off the trees. It pulled Stiles from the horrifying view of his friends and brought his eyes to Derek. Derek who had yet to stop fighting. Their most recent big bad had been playing with him like a toy.

Stiles wanted to help. He moved slightly, a sharp and ripping pain ran through his body. His hand came to the source of the pain in his stomach and he whimpered. He could feel the broken ends of his own bat sticking out of him. His clothes were soaked with his own blood and possibly that of others.

"What are you doing little wolf," big bad evil guy laughed, kicking Derek when he was already on the ground.

Stiles couldn't remember what or who it was or the plan or if they had a plan. His brain wouldn't work.

"Do something! Show me the power of the Hale alpha!"

No. No, that was wrong. Derek wasn't an alpha. He isn't the alpha. Scott is. Scott… Scott was. But… weren’t there two? Who… Who else? Why couldn’t he think? Tears brimmed Stiles's eyes, pain and frustration mixing in what was no doubt a sour smell.

"Well well well. Aren't those eyes beautiful," he hummed, "but they aren't red," each word grew more bitter, punctuated with a blow to Derek’s limp form. "Where's the real alpha, Hale? Where is he, huh? Peter?" Stiles frowned. No. Not Peter. Peter was dead, really and truly dead. “Is it your bitch of a sister? Did she abandon her pack?” Cora did run. Derek told her to run. No, not Cora. “Or maybe it’s one of your precious housemates.”

Stiles watched Derek be picked up and dragged like a rag doll. Closer to the others. Closer to the others. No. No no no no no. Not now. Not like this.

Derek was unceremoniously dragged to each of their pack members. He was watching for a response. He paused longer in front of Malia and she growled and snapped at him. When he was brought to Stiles, there was something in his eyes. Something like an apology. He was sorry, sorry any of them had been brought into this mess.

“This one’s special, hah?” The words came out in a sick questioning laugh.

Stiles felt himself be lifted off the ground. His stomach lurched, contracted. He felt like throwing up. His head felt like it was spinning. The weight of the bat hanging from his body, ripping through him before it fell to the ground. His mouth went dry. Not good. Never good. He managed to focus his eyes enough to tell where they were going, toward the fire.

Big bad lifted Derek up and gave an evil smirk, holding Stiles out over the smoldering remains of the house. It was hot. Stiles’s blood dripped and sizzled. “Start talking or I drop him.”

The world was dulled from the blood loss. Sounds felt farther and farther away the longer he dangled. He could hear slurred words, Derek. Derek was talking. He didn’t know what he was saying. Stiles felt the world slipping from him.

A chorus of howls sang from the woods. It made Stiles’s ears ring but a strange peace settled within him. Two howls rang about the others, two alphas. One… their alpha? Who was…

“I knew there was a new Hale alpha,” the big bad laughed. “I have no need for you now.”

Stiles didn’t know who it was meant for. He learned quickly as his body dropped. He screamed with all that was left in him. Searing flames licked at his skin, he felt himself being burned. His body fell through the wood and ash of the main floor. His eyes opened.

For a second, he saw the sky clearly. Big, beautiful, and dark. Everything in his life had been one of those three since high school. He saw the sky and then it was gone.

He saw the underside of the floor. Heavy, flaming red beams fell after him. Ash surrounded him. He was wrapped in a suffocating blanket of heat.

Stiles hit hard concrete and all feeling seemed to go dark. He helplessly watched as burning wood and debris landed on top of him. He closed his eyes, willing his body to move but he couldn’t. He tried to move his fingers, to search for something, anything, to help him. He couldn’t move. Tears rolled down his face. That familiar sense of helplessness filled his stomach.

He opened his eyes, looking up and there it was again. The sky. Black with smoke as the fire above him grew with new life. This was it. After years of fighting. Twenty-five years of trying to save himself and his friends and this was the end. He closed his eyes.

“Stiles,” a voice screamed, ripping through the air.

Stiles took a shaky breath. He knew. He knew who the alpha was. The Hale alpha. He did all he could. He was dying. Blinking felt like a battle but he tried. Stiles tried to scream, tried to yell, but could hardly manage a squeak. He called up a weak noise that was hardly discernible as a word.

“Eli,” he croaked out.

Derek had ruffled his hair, a feat now that Eli was taller than him, and told him to go. He told him to have fun and they’d hold down the fort. He was only twenty, still learning who he was, and Derek didn’t want him sucked into all this mess. He told Eli to leave and not to look back until he knew who he was.

“Come on, dad! You know what I’m gonna do,” Eli said with a smirk. “I’m going to start the police academy in the fall, make a name for myself, and worm my way into the FBI academy.”

Derek smiled, looking down at his shoes. When he looked up, he sighed and gave Eli his best ‘what’s the plan’ look he’d given Stiles millions of times. “And how do you plan to worm your way into that?” Stiles snickered, sharing a smile with Eli.

“Worming is one of my skills,” Eli said.

Derek sighed. He had that coming. “Could you stop acting like Stiles and be serious for one second?”

Really, he should know better than to ask that kind of question. For his troubles, he was met by a chorus of Eli and Stiles talking over each other in what were distinctly Stiles quotes.

“Don’t Be Such A sour wolf,” Stiles scoffed.

“Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it,” Eli asked at the same time, giving Stiles a high five. “I’ll be fine, dad. And, if anything happens, I’ll call cousin Miguel... Juarez Cinqua Tiago.” Derek rolled his eyes and Eli laughed. “Alright. I need to go if I’m going to catch my bus.”

Eli gave Stiles a hug, not feeling him slip something into his pocket. He gave Derek a hug, being held tightly.

It would be the first time they’d really been apart in years. It would be the first time Eli would be away from the pack since becoming an alpha after Derek’s, like, fifth temporary death.

When Derek let Eli go, he muttered the obligatory “be safe, kid” which Stiles swore he got from Sheriff.

Stiles had nodded to Eli and looked down as he put his hand in his pocket. Eli gave him a confused puppy look and stuck a hand in the pocket of his flannel. He looked back at Stiles with big eyes, pulling keys out of his pocket. Stiles winked at him and looked at the jeep.

Eli left before Derek could object. Derek glared at Stiles, complicated feelings rising in him. He accused Stiles of sending Eli away in a death trap.

When Derek was sure Eli wouldn’t hear them anymore, his mood soured. He asked if Stiles had a plan.

Loud cracks and crunching sounded from the burning remains of the house before it all caved in. Screams filled the air. Stiles was in there. They all seemed to understand Stiles wasn’t there anymore, his body was.

A horde of werewolves attacked as one. Satomi’s pack took charge. She told Eli to go, to help his pack. He didn't know what to do first. The pain that tainted each of the pack bonds was pulling him in multiple directions. He’d only just become the alpha and he was losing his pack.

So he did what he always did.

Eli ran to his dad.

Derek was left laying on the stairs, sorrow and grief rolled off him in heavy waves. The mix of blood, ash, and loss in the air was sickening. It burnt Eli's nose but Derek knew it well.

"Dad," Eli cried, helping him sit up. He held his dad’s face in his hands. "Hey, it's me. It's Eli."

He looked into Derek’s eyes but he wouldn't look at Eli for more than a moment. He looked around at his pack and whined.

"Don't…," Eli stood up, "don't do anything stupid," he said, looking to see who needed him most.

"You’re just like him," Derek whispered, his voice as broken as his spirit. Eli looked at his dad, utterly confused. "That's a good thing."

“As much I love when you tell me about our family, this is not the time,” Eli huffed. “I need to help Scott. He’s in literal ribbons over there!”

“No, like… like Stiles.”

Eli paused. His mouth hung open. It was a compliment. It was meant to be praise. He’d never compared Eli to Stiles as a form of praise. It took more strength than he knew he had not to stay there. He had to help. He couldn’t let his pack die. Eli bit his tongue and ran to Scott.

He crouched next to Isaac, the sounds of him struggling to breathe cut worse than any knife. Eli gave him a sympathetic look. He looked down at Scott, hardly able to tell who he was. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took Scott’s hand. Eli focused. He dumped all of his power and energy into helping, into healing, Scott. He couldn’t let Scott die.

It felt like he was ripping himself apart. Black veins raced up his arms. Eli was giving his power to save Scott. It was painful and terrifying and exhilarating. It was life and it was death flowing through them. He was bargaining with fate. He was pulling Scott from Death’s door. And it very well could mean their pack would be left with no alpha.

Eli roared, looking up at the sky. He felt it happen, his eyes changing from crimson red to golden yellow. He sighed heavily, looking up at the sky. The sky… It was pitch black with smoke in the fading light.

An explosion boomed from the house. It was loud, almost deafening for the wolves. A mushroom cloud of fire and smoke burst up from the burnt-out basement. Eli threw his body over Scott. He had to protect their last hope. Burning debris rained down. It barely missed some of the pack, hitting the enemy just enough to make him falter.

“YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!” The scream came from the edge of the house. A

black, ash-covered form stalked forward from the remnants. Its body looked cracked as red heat showed through like lava.

“Parrish,” Eli whispered, burning heat washing over him as the form moved to attack.

Flames grew, surrounding the form’s body. “You set our home on fire! You threw me in the fucking fire,” it yelled, flames burning bigger and brighter.

“Stiles,” Derek said, his voice not much more than a whisper.

“You scared us into sending away the pups!”

Satomi took the sign to call her pack off, moving them out of the way.

“You insulted our alpha! And, worst of all, You hurt my family. My pack,” he spat, his eyes burned with the fires of Hell itself.

“And now what? You’ve come to fight me to the death yourself?”

“No. To the pain,” Stiles quoted. He had been waiting for this opportunity. “To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.”

“Are you… are you quoting the Princess Bride?”

“I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears.” Stiles grinned an evil smirk. “Then I will kill you.”

“Fight, you coward! Or can you only talk,” he asked. “Fight me or I’ll finish what I started with your little ‘family’.”

The growl that ripped from Stiles's throat was a shock to everyone. It was sick and animalistic and angry. One fact has always held true about Stiles, one rule that was unanimously agreed upon: Don’t. Touch. His. Family.

It could have been quick, easy. A Hellhound fighting a psychotic darach lusting after werewolf alpha powers instead of making the normal sacrifices. It would have been if he hadn’t hurt what mattered most to Stiles.

It wasn’t quick, it wasn’t easy, and it sure as hell wasn’t painless. Stiles kept his promise. He ripped the darach limb from limb. The fire cauterized each of the wounds seconds after they were made. It was a sick smell– burning flesh and seared blood.

When the darach was reduced to nothing but a torso and head under Stiles’s foot, he asked “do you yield?”

“Never,” the darach said through gritted teeth.

Stiles's foot crushed his skull like it was made of chalk. A low growl still vibrated against his chest, glaring down at the lifeless body. Stiles closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

He relaxed. The fire faded slowly, leaving Stiles’s bare and tired body. He looked up at the sky and smiled.

The smoke had cleared enough to see the moon. The full moon that ruled their world. He sighed. The sky was still dark and tainted with smoke but it was clearing. Just like them, it had a long way to go before it was normal again but it was healing. The sky was returning to normal just like they would.

“Stiles!”

He didn’t know who reached him first. Satomi was quick to cover him with a shall. Eli was hugging him tightly. Lydia was grabbing onto him to stay standing. Scott was holding onto them.

“You’re okay,” Eli mumbled, the sorrow thick in his voice.

“Takes more than that to keep me down,” Stiles said, wrapping an arm around Eli. The bundle walked back toward the brick stairs of the Hale house. “Can someone call Corey or Ethan,” he asked, his voice hoarse from the ash and smoke he’d breathed in.

Stiles looked down at Derek, meeting his eyes. Stiles smirked.

“How… how did you control it,” Eli asked, looking Stiles over for any sign of the Hellhound.

Stiles shrugged, holding a hand out to help Derek stand. “Not the first time I’ve been possessed by a so-called neutral spirit that only exists for one purpose,” he joked. “Kinda nice that this one is trying to protect the world instead of sending it into chaos.”

Scott stared at the bloodbath Stiles had created, still holding Lydia up. “You killed him…”

“Man, nothing gets past those werewolf senses, huh Scott,” Stiles scoffed, earning a disturbed look from his friend. “Did you miss the part where the dude tried to kill all of you? And did kill me?”

“We don’t… Stiles, we can’t—”

“Scott, He literally burned me alive,” Stiles yelled. “By the way, team, ixnay on the burning people to death. That shit sucked. I might actually feel bad for Peter now…”

*Brief mention of the movie that could spoil something*

I so dearly wanted Stiles to say “I feel like an honorary Hale, now. Burnt to death because a psycho lost it going after Derek” to reference the original Hale fire, Peter’s first death, and the new movie.

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Sterek Fics (rec list)

(Personal recommendations)

[This can include a wide variation of content, from time travel, to dark fics, non-con, MPREG, etc]

Get You The Moon by; AclosedFicIsNeverRead

Words; 180K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Non-Con, emotional/psychological abuse, angs x1000, stiles needs a hug, good alpha Derek hale, TORTURE, Slow burn, Eventual Happy ending, Psycho!Theo, bad friend scott. (Etc)

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Opinion; I'm not getting over this fanfic like; NEVER. God, I really CRIED, I SCREAMED, I GOT TOO EMOTIONAL IN EVERY CHAPTER, I JUST COULD NOT STOP.

I had a strong need to read non-stop until I finished it, but I finally finished it and it hurt, because now I need a continuation. It has the perfect ending but I just don't want to let this universe go, it's just wonderful and perfectly well constructed. Damn, I want to kiss the author's hands and brain, she/He/Them truly has just created one of the best fics in the fandom. This fic DESTROYS YOU but RECONSTRUCTS YOU at the same time. (Note: Scott is shit here)

Present by reillyblack

Words; 112K+

Ranking; 8/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags; A/B/O dynamics, enemies to lovers, Werewolf culture, alternative universe, scent marking, knotting, Werewolf mates, pack family, implied Mpreg, Pack politics. (Etc)

Summary;

When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

Opinion; This is probably one of those fics that you will never forget and want to read again and when you remember this fic it will bring back happy memories.

Waiting by: isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Words: 81K+ (Two shot)

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Possesive Derek, Compassionate Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf mates, Magic Derek Hale, Alternate Universe-Magic, Jealous Derek. (etc)

Summary:

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Opinion: I had been looking for something to read and came across this gem, it is an entertaining read and once you start it is impossible to stop.

It keeps us trapped all the time in this world that the author built.

Derek finds himself stuck in his semi-transformed form, with his human mind missing, and he is considered; the beast

But no one can harm him or do anything to him because apparently he is connected to the nemeton and the city.

Then Stiles is selected in the blooding to be the new human to care for and feed the beast, but Stiles being Stiles can't keep things normal, and he changes everything.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla

Words: 106K+

Ranking: 4.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags: Spark Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek hale, Slow Burn, Scott is a bad friend, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Hale Pack. (etc)

Summary:

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

Opinion:Scott is shit here, so u better not read this if that bothers u.

The friendship between Lydia and Stiles is probably one of my favorite things in this fic, and I really love the Hale pack, Derek never had to stop being alpha, he really would have done an incredible job as you will see in this fanfic.

(The fics where Derek is the alpha get all my love, so this fic gets my love.) Stiles and Derek have a slow burn romantic development so be patient, but it's worth it.

Once you start reading you won't be able to stop.

Pack Wars by: Miss_aphelion

Words: 158k+

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Pack Dynamics. Kidnapping. Angst and Humor. Slow Build. Alternate Season/Series 03. Canon-Typical Violence. idiots being idiots.

Summary:

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Opinion:There is a warning in the Fic about Stiles being kidnapped but not really kidnapped, but moderately kidnapped, and that if that is any trigger for you please don't read it.

I personally recommend this fic, Stiles was kidnapped by fools and that's too funny because they should know that Stiles is too smart for that.

Put Down in Words by: paintedrecs

Words: 203K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Misunderstandings. Angst. Mutual Pining. Bisexual Stiles Stilinski. Demisexual Derek Hale. Alternate Universe - College/University. Alternate Universe - Human. Professor Derek Hale. College Student Stiles. Nerd Derek Hale. Musician Derek Hale. POV Alternating. Age Difference. Derek adopts a dog. Slow Build

Summary:

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Opinion: (If you think that I put all the good fics at the beginning you are wrong haha). This fic is really soft and comforting in a way I can't explain. I had actually forgotten about this fic, but checking my bookmarks, I found it.

AND THANK GOD BECAUSE I FOUND IT. It's a really sweet but tense fic, and shit I really have to read it again.

Highly recommended.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by: butyoureeyessaidyes

Words: 125k+

Ranking:4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery. Spark Stiles Stilinski. Magic. Memory Loss. AmnesiaTemporary. Angst. Canon-Typical Violence. Hurt/Comfort. Hurt Derek. Hurt Stiles. Panic Attacks. Boykisses

Summary:

It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

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Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Opinion:I love bakery so combining sterek + bakery is beautiful (for me) with a little angst and memory loss and you will have a delicious fanfic that you won't be able to stop reading until you finish the last chapter.

Tell me I'm Alive by tatsukitty

Words; 37K+

Ranking; 3.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags; Horror body, Kidnapping, torture, panic attacks, lab rats, Mpreg, discussions of abortion, au after 5A, dub con, (etc).

Summary;

“You stayed for me?” Stiles frowned, his panic fogged brain struggling to comprehend.

“You would have stayed for me.” Derek replied seriously, as if it were solid fact. As if Stiles was a constant he didn’t have to question, a law of nature.

(Or: Post 5A, Stiles and Derek captured by the Dread Doctors and experimented on.)

Opinion; I have a thing for those fics where Derek and Stiles are each other's source of comfort and warmth, basically where they need each other. And add to that kidnapping, torture, and Derek being overpowered by his primal protective instincts towards Stiles, I really love those kinds of fics. (I know, I have a problem hahaha)

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by: TheRealDanniX

Words: 24k+

Ranking: 3/5 ⭐⭐⭐

Sumamry: When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

Opinion: easy to read and entertaining, it's a light read with a captivating plot. I really like "mate" stories, so Stiles and Derek being mates is definitely one of my favorite things, adding to that a bit of a plot of Stiles being cursed and turning into different animals is really cool.

Seven Years by: QueenOfAngst21

Words: 12k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Fluff and angst. Mates.

Summary:

Seven years ago Stiles left Beacon Hills in the middle of the night. To them he was nothing more than a murderer now, they wouldn't even listen to him. No word for seven years, they last they heard Derek had torn out of town in search for him.

Seven years later the Sheriff responds to a shooting in progress, what he finds is an unconscious alpha on the floor, a bleeding passenger and a screaming baby in the back. The past has finally caught up to them.

Opinion; Very entertaining and truly satisfying read. I fucking loved everyone's initial shock so much, it was art.

I always love the fics where Stiles puts himself first and tells everyone to fuck off and finds love, security and family in Derek.

Stiles reunites with Scott and his pack after 7 years.

(And I love Lydia here)

The Werewolf Companion by: MargaretKire

Words:64k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Slow Burn. Lonely Derek Hale. Scent Marking. Angst with happy ending. Mates. Happy ending. Multiple orgasms. (etc)

Summary:

Stiles volunteers to be a companion for an isolated werewolf he's never met. He thought he knew way more about werewolves than it turns out he really does.

Derek didn't technically ask the Werewolf Conservation Committee for a companion human, but they insisted he have one for his mental and physical health.

Or: Derek has only had Stiles for a day, but if anything were to happen to him, he'd kill everyone in Beacon Hills and then himself.

Opinion: Derek pining for Stiles and being his number 1 protector.

Definitely seeing Derek falling in love with Stiles is my favorite thing in the world and seeing Stiles being a nervous wreck for Derek is cute.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Words: 32k (one shot)

Ranking; 4/5

Tag: Time travel. stiles trying not to ruin anything. Young Derek Hale. Paige (teen wolf). misunderstanding.

Summary:

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Opinion:You have to see Stiles trying not to ruin anything in the timeline but in the end he just makes what had to happen happen.

But We're Still Sleeping Like We're Lovers by: CharWright5

Words: 109k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags:Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known. Alternate Universe - everyone is a werecreature. werecoyote!stiles. Werewolf!Derek. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. alpha!Derek. Omega!Stiles. Stiles and Malia are twins. Derek and Scott are Brothers. Mating Cycles/In Heat

Summary: There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

opinion: One thing I recognize about this fic is that the author put Stiles and Malia as siblings, and I think that tag goes well with them.

I like those fics where Derek and Scott are brothers, and I love when all that awkwardness happens between Scott and Stiles due to the fact that his brother is fucking his best friend. If you share that taste with me, this is your fic.

Don't Kiss and Tell by: Hedwig221b

words: 5k+

Ranking: 5/5

Tags: One-Sided Derek Hale/Paige. Alternate Universe - High School. Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age. Unrequited Love. Derek Hale Being an Asshole. Stiles Stilinski Being an Asshole but not to each other. Secret Relationship. Jealous Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...

Opinion: This is a pretty shitty fic and you end up saying "oh shit, poor Paige" because she didn't deserve that manipulation.

although here I discovered that I could read a story where Derek and Stiles are villains but as long as they love each other I read it happily.

You Lunatics! by charmingplanes

words: 139k+

Ranking 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Mates. Kidnapping. Kidnapped Stiles. disappearences. Mystery. Pack Dynamics. Pack Feels. Pack Family. Magical Stiles Stilinski. Alpha Derek. Possessive Behavior. Possessive Derek. submissive stiles. Panic Attacks. Dubious Consent

Summary: Scott went missing and Stiles is doing everything he can to find him but after year gone people are caring less and less. Nobody listens to him anymore. So Stiles has to go alone to find him. And find him he will!

But the wolf finds Stiles first.

Before he can process what is happening, Stiles is trapped with a madman deep in the forest surrounded only by his crazy followers, who are sporting some serious claws and canines, if he's seeing correctly.

And Scott is there too.

Stiles needs to get the both of them out as soon as possible, before madman Derek returns and bites his head off.

He just need to convince his best friend to leave these lunatics behind. That's all.

He needs a plan.

Opinion:

Okay, warning again: kidnapping and a little (a lot) of possessive behavior. (Stiles tries to escape a few times.)

Here you feel a little more of real kidnapping and Stiles' fear.

But for some reason I like these fics, I have shit to fix in my head probably. Well you've been warned, there's a bit of Stockholm here…I guess.

It's where My demons hide by; littleredridinghunter

Words: 167k+

Ranking: 100/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

(If you can't stand this type of reading, don't read it, it's really hard to read, but it's worth it in the end.) ***READ THE TAGS AND WARNINGS PLEASE, IF YOU READ IT IS AT YOUR OWN RISK***

Summary:

Stiles was used to his life going to hell. He'd just never expected it to be quite so literal.

When Rafael McCall returns to Beacon Hills after a five year absence it brings back lots of unhappy memories for Stiles, he'll do whatever he can to keep his secrets buried in order to protect those closest to him.

With Rafael's return Stiles discovers that secrets are always revealed, even if this particular time it's because of supernatural interference.

Opinion: But really this fic is beautiful at the end, well, mainly at ¾ of the end you can start to breathe in peace.

The love, patience, and support that the entire pack gives Stiles is something really nice, I'm really getting addicted to these kinds of stories where everyone is Stiles' protector. Because YES, Stiles definitely deserves all the love in the world.

And all the slow burn between Stiles and Derek is really slow... But it's worth it in the end. While you will really enjoy reading Derek totally and hopelessly in love with Stiles and vice versa.

I really don't want to give spoilers, but I advise you to have the clinex ready and something to hit, because believe me, you are going to need it.

Good luck with this fic, it's beautiful but it's a long and painful journey to the happy ending.

It's all part of the master plan by: littleredridinghunter

words; 167k+

Ranking: 100/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

Stiles is taken to the Argent's basement. When he comes out he knows his life will never be the same again.

The extent at which that night changes his life becomes glaringly obvious as time goes on.

Can the pack help him heal? Or will they fail to be there for him when he needs them the most?

Opinion: You guys are really going to hate Derek, you're going to hate him, you're going to love Erika and Void, but it's going to be a little hard to forgive Derek, but He was a total idiot.

Just remembering makes me very angry… good luck, you can send me a DM to talk about this fic and the previous one…. PS: I love the author of these fics, I have a big crush, I'm literally in love with all of his/her/their works. But you guys are going to hate those assholes who torture stiles.

Fix Fics (teen wolf movie)

We'll take on the World by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 20k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Fix-it for Teen Wolf: The movie 2023. True Mates. Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. (etc)

Summary:

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.”

“Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer.

“Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers.

“How would we know?”

Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

Opinion: The author of this fic made a small universe where she/he shows us the dynamics in the Hale-Stilinski family, shows us Eli's growth, the typical problems of a family, and all the domesticity you can imagine.

I will never thank fic authors enough, because they put a band-aid on our hearts.

Eternally grateful to them for allowing us to read a little of their/her/his talent and for fixing the shitty movie that was THAT movie.

What comes After by:Katefkndoes

Words: 8K+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Scott is not a bad friend but Stiles is not charitable to him. Teen Wolf Movie. Spoilers. Fix It. Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things. Alpha Derek Hale. That Movie should be burned with fire. Eli Hale deserves nice things

Opinion: I simply couldn't stop crying throughout the entire fic, but in each chapter it was a cry for different reasons, in the first one it definitely destroyed me and I cried with Stiles and Eli for Derek's death, in the second I cried with Stiles for hope, and in the third I cried with happiness....I can't say much about this fic, because you really should read it.

i thought that was just a myth by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 8k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Fix-It. True Mates. Angst. Angst with a Happy Ending. Getting Together. Love Confessions. Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)

Summary:

When Stiles gets the call, he doesn't hesitate. There has to be a way to save Derek - he knows it in his gut. When the research points to one answer, Stiles has to hope that his gut is right, that it's always been right, and that Derek feels the same. Because if he does, then Stiles has a chance to save him.

A terrifying chance that requires Stiles not look at Derek once, but it's a chance nevertheless.

Opinion:What can I say? READ THAT FIC NOW, because it's really beautiful and totally worth it.

True Ending by: beargrove

Words: 1k+

Ranking: 4/5

Tag: Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents.

summary:

Derek is looking at him, incredulous. “You’re staying?”

Stiles stares at him like he’s an idiot, “You magic’d an us baby and then didn’t tell me for 15 entire years of his life. I’ve missed 15 years, you’ve made me into a deadbeat dad and I didn’t even know about it.”

Opinion: This is fucking funny, you need to read it.

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Yes, they are not all the fics I have read and I still have more to recommend but honestly guys, I'm tired for today.

I'll make another rec list later but while that happens, I'll leave these with you.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed reading them, please message me if you want to talk about the fics or sterek in general.

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An artwork for @mintmx 's fic I did for @stacksonreversebang !

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I'm on chapter 11 of a 13 chapter slow burn sterek fic and they're still not a couple, the pay off better be good because it's so sloooooow.

At least the fic is very entertaining and it has a lot of pack feels, + Jackson and Stiles kind of being friends which is always appreciated.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 26

Hey guys hope you all are doing well healthy and taking care of yourself, hope you like this chapter and please let me know what you think please reblog, like and interact with me it helps me to write. don't be silent reader show your support to the authors and their work it really appreciated by us and keep us motivated, have a good reading, much love 💕 really sorry for slow updates been busy with life and class.

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Stiles eyes find your slumped figure on backseat in Jackson arms, eyes closed the car drive off to the hospital. Just as they reached the hospital stiles gets out the driver seat wrenching open the backseat door taking you off Jackson hands hastily. He heaves you in his arms screaming for help, that's how melissa finds the both of you.

Your limp unconscious body looking drained of life in the hands of equally paled stiles the sight scared melissa more than she likes to admit. She was frozen in place dropping the files the pleas for saving your life from stiles chapped lips shook her too core, the people around them were equally disturbed at the sobbing teenager that just rushed in carrying bloody girl in his arms.

The nurse and Doctors run towards them one of the pulled a stretcher along while another one was taking the girl from stiles arms, stiles unintentionally held on to your body everyone around him was saying something but the only thing he can hear is his loud breathing and heart beat and feel wetness of blood that sticking on his skin, the metallic smell invading his sense.

Stiles sits down the side of operation room with his head hanged staring down the small drop of blood his back hunched, everything around him felt surreal his hands still wet from the blood his thumb cares the necklace, one he brought when you said you give bonnie the necklace that scott give you for your peace of mind, the still hot crimson blood coat the pendent.

A tear joins the blood drop he thing he can hear the sound of tear drop falls to the ground he can hear everything, the beeping of heart monitor, the footsteps of nurses running in and out. He hears your grams and Bonnie's silent tears across from him.

He heard bonnie asking him for what happened but he doesn't able answer her questions he feels as if his body rooted to the chair, it's like he's psychically present but unable to fully there at the same time.

The doctor come out grams and bonnie stands up "How is my granddaughter doing?"

"Is she going to be okey?"

The doctor sighs "She lost quite blood; she is in hypovolemic shock. Though the blood loss didn't cause organ failure. She is still critical condition we are doing our best." The doctor sees the panicked look on their face and muffled sob coming from beside him making him glance at the teen boy sitting defeated. "But...that doesn't mean she is in danger.... she is holding up very well.

Melissa come out the room she glances at stiles with worried eye, frowning when she doesn't see scott. She moves towards Sheila and bonnie. Seeing the doctor awkwardly trying to explain your condition.

Sheila sits down melissa sitting down next her "I want the truth, tell me what's going on."

Mellissa takes her hands in her "it is a little serious, but her vitals are going steady now she just need to hold on longer, then she will be okey."

Mellissa looks at Bonnie "go home both of you, you have school don't you. she is going to be fine. I will be with her."

Before bonnie can protest her name is called, elena and Caroline along with Stefan comes.

"hey" Caroline and elena wrap bonnie in embrace. Mellissa tells them to take bonnie home they do while muttering words of comfort to her. melissa gets called she reluctantly leaves leaving Sheila and stiles alone.

"She gives me gray hair, even though its impossible for me." Sheila says though the words lack humor sighs standing up she walks towards him "Listen stiles, she's going to be fine and I don't need any doctors' words for to know."

Stiles lifts his head, his red teary eyes looking up at her "what if she doesn't" his voice chocked.

"She will." There is certainty in her voice but stiles don't seem to believe it making her look pitifully at the boy perhaps he heard the words way too may time once, that he seems to find it hard to believe her words.

She pact him on his shoulders before leaving knowing that there is nothing will bring him back to the surface from the void of despair and resentful state of mind until you tell him yourself.

Scott and Allison walks towards stiles with hesitant steps hearing Scott's voice call out his name he lifts his head, scott place his hand on stiles shoulders with an overwhelmed look on his face while Allison hand her arms crossed over self, shoulders hunched her eyes guilt stricken.

Stiles stands up point an accusing finger at her "What is she doing?" scott stands in between them his hands taking hold of stiles shoulders holding his friend back.

"Stiles it wasn't her fault, it was an accident."

Stiles scoff at him pushing his hands off him "Well look where it all ended, they don't even know if she's gonna make it." his voice raise "and it's going to your fault you should have saved her." stiles pointed at scott.

Scott looks hunted at his friend's accusation though his mind screams inside his head that it isn't his fault deep down he feels that it might his fault that someone so dear to him in harm, one of his best friends is fighting for life while other who was supposed to stand beside him blaming him.

"Stiles, it's not my fault." Scott voice wavers at the end stiles scoff at him making him frown and anger raise inside of him "It's nobody's fault, it was an accident."

Stiles walks closer to scott standing chest to chest "Well, then where were you when that happened. Oh, I know you were running after your little girlfriend ex to precise, while she was bleeding out from the wound that your girlfriend did!"

Allsion eyes tear up at stiles words scott chest starts to heave his voice rising "I didn't have a choice."

"You did have choice scott, you should have taken her to hospital but you didn't." stiles also start to screams at him.

"I tried okey, believe me I did." Scott snap back their loud voice starts to echoes around the hall making the on lookers to glance at them with curiosity "Why are you acting like she's only your friend, she's mine too. I care about her too and I'm terrified as much as you"

"Well, it doesn't feel like it." stiles muttered looking at scott with resentment making him hurt more, it was quickly replaced by anger as he garbs stiles collar shaking him.

"Stiles, you're taking it too far."

Stiles let out humorless laugh "am I, it wasn't the first time one of us was in danger because of you."

Before anyone can saying anything Noah and melissa walks towards stiles dad's demanding voice fills the hallway calling their name making them turn towards them melissa worriedly looks at the two of them at who is in each other's throat.

Stilienski walks towards stiles pulling him away as melissa does the same with scott. Noah eyes scan his son's face with concerned eyes he glances back at scott who crying as Allison and melissa tries to comfort him he shrugs them off before storming out. Looking back at his son he let out a sigh before hugging him, stile let's his father console him, he finally breaks down in his father's arms.

HALE HOUSE

Derek is quick to come out the shadow when Jackson walked into the Hale's house. A single question on his mind while Jackson wanted bite from him.

"How is she?" he asks crossing his arms his stance was rigid as if he's psychically preparing for the worst outcome.

Jackson slightly relaxed at derek less threatening demeaner "She's going to be fine..." Derek picks up the raised heartbeat narrowing his eyes at him. Jackson panics "look I don't really know okey stiles just take her off my hands before I could do it myself." Jackson exclaimed.

"Now will give the bite.?"

Derek takes a step towards him "After everything you saw, you still want the bite?"

"Of course, it's the only way I can be strong like you. And I don't wanna end like her." the next thing he realized that he shouldn't have said that because now derek claws are chocking as he gets slammed to the wall nearest to him, Derek's eyes red eyes flashing at him as he snarls at Jackson. "I didn't mean like that.... I just to be strong.... You said it yourself you can save her, if it wasn't for stiles she could been just fine." Jackson mumbled out struggling against derek. "Your bite can heal her; I can help you if you help me."

BENNET HOUSE

Sheila checks Bonnie's room frowning when she doesn't find her there, she walks towards the one place where she knows she will be. She takes a blanket with her walking out she makes her way towards the backyard; the half-moon was on its peak shining though the sky was empty of stars there is one start that shinnied brighter than any star on the usual nights. Bonnie's tired eyes strained on that one star.

"Don't you have class tomorrow? You trying to get yourself sick." Bonnie wipes her eyes as grams lay the blanket around her shoulders. She watches as her grams sits down next to her grumbling about how her how cold night it is.

"Are you not scared?" bonnie crestfallen look doesn't seem to affect her as her grams only look at her confused.

"For what?"

Bonnie gets agitated at the question finding it ridiculous "About my sister, what...if."

"She is not going die if that's what you worried about." Grams simply say looking at the star with clam look on her face.

"How can you be so sure?"

Grams takes her hand in hers squeezing her fingers warmly looking at seriously "It's not just my power knowing that she will be, but it my heart as well. She will make it."

Bonnie shakes her head at her "Grams we can't be sure about it."

"I don't think I ever told anyone about how I adopted her have I?" Grams question herself all while looking at the star.

"What does this have anything to do with that?" annoyance sweep through her words though Grams doesn't mind it as she continues all while looking at the star.

"There was Coven of witches that followed certain belief and practiced rituals that defy the rules of nature itself. They would sacrifice children that has power that they could dream of, they would drain them of their magic stealing their power lots of children died during that time people thought it was sick person's doing but it wasn't. Me along with some hunters tried to track down them it was tough as they move around often. And in the end, we did find them but we were too late when we reached the coven."

She turns to Bonnie "The witches were already killed."

Bonnie doleful look turn into confusion her prefect brow raised with a silent question Grams continue "Who did it? We don't know the answer obviously the children couldn't perform such magic that can wipe out a whole Coven. I couldn't sense such power from them but what odd was there was this little girl barely two years old among them with and she had no essence of magic in her eyes or veins but in my heart, I knew she is magical."

Bonnie whispers your name and grams nod "we returned the children to their parents but we couldn't find hers. We agreed on leaving her to a foster home but she clings on to me. It didn't feel right to leave her it was almost like she was choosing me. what I gathered from that day to now, that and now sure of is she has magic within herself that protected her and the children then and it was protecting her all along. I don't think...I know she will not die."

Bonnie nods looking at sky letting out a shaky sigh "when she comes, I'm gonna beat her ass."

Grams lets out a laugh "Give her my share too."

At Hospital

Stiles had just gone to the toilet to change his bloody clothes when he saw Melissa and some of the nurse running towards your room stiles feet also pick up pace with a worried look on his face.

"What's going on?"

"Is she alright? What happened?"

"Can somebody say..." they don't wait to answers stiles question making him more on the edge more, stiles barged in the nurse and Doctors are focused on as they yell over to starts the defibrator. Stile's air gets knocked of his lungs there is all sort of wires and plugs hooked on your body, you face barely held any signs of life, the same feeling of seeing his mom on her last time comes to his mind, the dread he felt, how much he wanted to save her but he was unable to just like this time too he feels like he can't protect the people he loves.

Your name leaves his lips quietly before he starts to yell for you before he can run towards you the nurse pulls him away telling him to wait outside, they close the door.

Stiles hands shake as tears starts flow freely, he turns when he feels a hand on his shoulder scott stands beside with an equally red eye. He didn't leave when Mellissa asked him too, he couldn't bring himself to leave not after making sure that you are alright.

Stiles sniffles looking at scott before he wraps his arms around scott, scott quick to hold him their anger no loner seems to exist. Their fists clinging to clothes as hold on to each other.

"I don't wanna lose her too." Stiles whispers scott nod against him.

"I know, we will do whatever it takes to save her." scott answers his eyes fixed on the door his ears straining for the heartbeat he desperately wants to hear.

After what it felt like eternity melissa comes out she wasn't surprised to stiles and scott sitting along side they both stands up running towards her bombarding her with questions.

"What happened?"

"Is she okey mom?"

"What was that?"

She places her hands on their shoulders squeezing them to ground them and also to prevent them from running inside the room "Boys, clam down she's fine." She gently pushes them down to sit down.

"What happened?" scott asks his eyes pleading for his mother to tell them the truth.

She crouches down on their eyes level "its..."

"Don't lie to us." Stiles says scott nod along with him.

"Mom, please."

"Her heart suddenly stopped we don't know how or why. but she's stable now." Melissa is telling the truth you fine but suddenly how your heart stopped beating doesn't made any sense, the docter made sure that your vitals were normal that you were not in life threatening situation few hours ago.

"Is she gonna be okey?"

She glances at stiles "yes stiles, she is fine. She not in any danger now. We are going to monitor her for a while and I promise you, both of you she's going to fine. You two go home get some sleep."

"What if I leave, something like this happens again?" stiles voiced "can't we just stay?"

"Stiles."

"Mom, please let us stay. I don't think I can leave until she opens her eyes. Please mom let us stay." Melissa tried eyes look at them hesitantly before nodding at her stiles and scott.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale's Pack Members & Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Slash, Post-Season/Series 02, Pack Feels, Alpha Derek Hale, Good Alpha Derek Hale, with a little help from Stiles, Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Falling In Love, Pack Alpha Mate Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Part of Derek Hale's Pack, Rebuilding the Hale House (Teen Wolf), Pack Bonding, Puppy Piles, Hurt/Comfort, Stilinski Family Feels, Fluff, No Alpha Pack, Erica Reyes Lives, Vernon Boyd Lives, Vernon Boyd and Erica Reyes Live, Jackson Whittemore Doesn't Leave, Werewolf Jackson Whittemore, Jackson Whittemore is Part of Derek Hale's Pack, The Hale Pack - Freeform, Set Between Season 2 and Season 03 Series: Part 3 of Phoe's Pride Month Bingo 2024 Summary:

After Gerard, Stiles needs a bit of distance from Scott. So while Scott spends the summer studying, Stiles spends his time with Derek's pack.

Somehow, he ends up helping Derek become a better Alpha. They rebuild the Hale house and the Hale Pack together. And along the way, they fall in love with each other.

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Title: Divided Loyalties

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore

Word: 154,031

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Jackson returns home after a month spent in London trying (and failing) to start the next phase of his life there. Knowing now from experience that he’d be a fool to try to make it as a werewolf on his own, he asks Derek to take him in as a beta. Derek agrees on the condition that Jackson will do as he’s told. Jackson hopes that, despite the mess left in the wake of the Kanima, he might be able to repair his life in Beacon Hills. Of course, things haven’t really been going the way Jackson has hoped lately...

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WIP Wednesday

I finally started working on poly fic again, and I wanted to share a bit! it's sad :( I don't like that it's sad :((

“We need to talk about this, Jackson!” Stiles snapped, but Jackson just let out a grunt and kept walking. “Stop walking away from me!” He wasn’t actually expecting anything to happen. The two of them argued often enough that Jackson storming off wasn’t exactly new but normally Jackson did just that—he stormed off. This time, however, he stopped. But he didn’t just stop walking. The minute the words were ringing through the air between them, Jackson’s entire frame froze. His legs were mid-stride but Jackson didn’t move, didn’t tuck his feet together or loosen the fists his hands had curled into, didn’t soften the harsh line of his shoulders. He didn’t do anything. He just… he stopped. “Jackson?” he asked hesitantly, but his voice was shaking. Stiles took a hesitant step when his mate let out a rough, shuddering breath. There was fear sliding along their bond, sharp and bright enough that Stiles was able to feel it as if it was his own. “I c-can’t move,” Jackson whispered, and his voice was gutted. “What do you mean?” he asked, voice nothing but ash. “I can’t… I can’t move, Stiles.” The whine that tore its way out of Jackson’s throat was a terrible mix of canine and serpentine distress. It was so loud and piercing that Stiles flinched back as tears immediately sprung to his and he rushed forward, his mind racing. He focused on the terror flooding his chest and attempted to take a deep breath to ground himself before he started tracing the emotion. But he couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” Stiles breathed as he rushed in front of Jackson. “I’m sorry, Jackson, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, let me, let me—just let me—”

@lucky-bishop @thotpuppy @rosieposiepuddingnpie @mirrorthoughts. @whimsicalmeerkat @kordyceps @kymera219 @inell

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LAST CHAPTER POSTED!!! 🎉🎉🎉

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN (99K)

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.

Or, Derek is a banshee (but doesn't know it) and Stiles is obsessed with his nerdy personality and rude behavior.

Tags: Banshee!Derek. Sterek. Slow burn. Pining Stiles. Hurt/Comfort. Derek is the same age as the other teenagers. More petopher than I thought there would be. Derek is a preppy kid. No Hale fire (yet?). Domestic abuse (Argents). Peter has ADHD fight me. And if Derek is a bit neurospicy I'm just keeping it in character (but y'all aren't ready for that conversation).

Here are some memes to celebrate!! 🥰 (some light spoilers if you didn't read it)

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Co-Captain 1x10

Episode 11

Fallon stares at her phone as she sits in the back of the jeep, tuning out what Scott and Stiles are saying. The brunette is ticked to say the least. After helping Derek and worrying about him after his full out brawl with Peter, she found out that the man decided to side with his homicidal uncle. She understands the importance of family and being there for them, but this is a whole new level she didn’t even know could be reached.

Peter’s words rung in her head like a chaotic symphony, haunting every waking thought she has. She’s special. There’s something about her that he wants and that scares the living daylights out of her. She’s been wracking her brain, trying to find out what it is about her that makes her desirable. That way she can stop whatever it is. Even Scott and Stiles have been trying to help her decode his cryptic message, but it’s been a struggle for all of them. She’s just a normal teenager.

Now that Derek has been brainwashed, it’s only a matter of time before he comes after the girl, helping his uncle get what he wants from her. She just hopes that Scott is at least somewhere nearby to help her out if things go badly. She can hold her own in a fight, but against two werewolves? That might prove to be a bit of a challenge.

Scott’s head shoots up as he slaps Stiles’ chest, “Go. Go now!” He instructs. Stiles floors it, making Fallon jerk in her seat from the sudden surge of speed.

The three of them have been following Jackson to make sure the Argents didn’t kill him because they think he’s the second beta. That’s another unfortunate development in their supernatural world of issues. Because of the scratch on the back of his neck, they’re all assuming Jackson is Scott.

Allison has invited Fallon over a lot these past few days. It kills her a bit inside every time she turns her friend down, but getting the death stare from Chris would definitely break her. And she doesn’t want her nervous habits to give anything away about Scott or Derek. Peter she doesn’t quite care about as much.

Jackson’s silver Porsche glistens under the sun’s bright light, Chris’s red SUV sitting not too far from it. Stiles slams on the breaks as they roll up to the two men, both him and Scott acting unnaturally due to their nerves. Fallon couldn’t blame them. But Chris can clearly see something is off with them.

Stiles rolls down the window for Scott, the latter hits his palm against the door to get their attention. “Yo,” he calls out, waving at Jackson.

“When have you ever said yo?” Fallon whispers with narrowed eyes.

Scott sends her a silent glance to shut up before Stiles leans across the center console, “What’s up?” He greets awkwardly.

Fallon reluctantly rolls her own window down, smiling at both Chris and Jackson. “Hey guys,” she waves politely. Chris almost looks like he’s analyzing her which makes her regret her decision to even announce her presence.

“Is everything okay?” Scott asks, feigning concern. He doesn’t actually care about what’s wrong with Jackson’s car.

“Hey, Scott,” Chris smiles just as fakely as the rest of them. “Your friend here was just having car trouble. We’re just taking a look.” Both of them stand by Jackson’s hood, corroborating his story.

Fallon pokes her head out the window, a false genuineness in her voice that no one would question. Who needs the school musical when she’s putting on the show of her life right now? “I’m pretty sure there’s a shop right down the street. They probably have a tow truck,” she suggests. “We could give you a ride if you want?”

Scott barely turns, sticking his hand through the space between his seat and the door, high fiving his best friend for her ability to act innocent. She hides her own smirk. Stiles huffs, getting slightly impatient with the internal dilemma Jackson is having. “Come on, Jackson. You’re way too pretty to be out here by yourself.”

Jackson hesitantly looks back at his Porsche, but ultimately decides to walk closer to Stiles’ jeep. Fallon scoots over, making room for the blonde boy. That is until Chris Chris smirks as he turns in Jackson’s car, having fixed whatever the problem was under the hood. He crosses his arms, nodding over to the teens.

“Hey guys, ” He calls out. “Told you I knew a few things about cars,” he says cockily, leaving them all in a stunned silence. Fallon fights the urge to drop her jaw as the man coolly walks towards his car, hopping in the driver's seat and taking off. If anyone could give Derek a run for his money when it comes to charisma, it would be Chris.

As soon as Chris is far enough away, something snaps inside Jackson. He takes a step away from the jeep, glaring at the trio as if they were the reason his Porsche stopped working. Fallon could see the veins popping out of his forehead and knew they were in for a treat. “So what?” He shrugs angrily. “Are you following me now?”

“So what if we are?” Fallon quips back quickly, hopping out of the jeep behind Scott. “I thought you liked the attention, Jackson? Fills the empty hole in your heart next to the one with your fear of never being good enough.”

As Jackson goes to respond, Scott gets to it first. “You almost gave away everything, right there!” He scolds. “You freaking idiot!”

Jackson shakes his head, “What are you talking about?” Fallon couldn’t tell if he was faking his stupidity or if he is actually stupid.

“He thinks you’re the second Beta!” Scott shouts at him. Fallon didn’t understand why Scott was angry about that, maybe frustrated because he has to protect Jackson now, but it’s no reason to be angry. Now the hunters will be off his back since they think it’s Jackson.

“What?” Jackson scoffs out a laugh. He looks almost proud of himself in a way. Fallon can already tell what’s running through his head. Even though Scott was the one who was bitten, who has the heightened senses and super strength, he’s still not good enough for the hunters to be going after. Even in the face of certain doom, Jackson still manages to be cocky. She doesn’t even know how she managed to be his friend for so long. Maybe Stiles is right, she was crazy.

“He thinks you’re me!” Scott shouts even louder, turning around and punching Stiles’ jeep to get his anger out. Stiles tries to intervene, getting in between his friend and the now abused Roscoe.

“Dude, my jeep!” Stiles cries out, scoffing at the blatant disregard Scott has for his property. Fallon stands close to Stiles, examining the jeep with him. There’s no dent or discoloration, so they’re okay for now.

Scott’s face is a light shade of pink as he rips Jackson a new one. “I can hear your heart beating from a mile away– literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you, too!” He screams and grunts at the same time before going to beat up the jeep again. Fallon and Stiles grab him, pulling him away from the vehicle.

“Okay, how about we step away from Stiles’ jeep,” Fallon proposes calmly.

Jackson rolls his eyes, pointing his finger stiffly at Scott, “This is your problem, not mine, okay?“ He seethes with a harsh glare. “I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay? This is your fault!” He shoves Scott harshly, making the werewolf’s back slam into Stiles’ car.

Stiles groans, “Can we stop hitting my jeep?”

Scott comes back with just as much viscousness, pushing Jackson a few feet back. Fallon huffs loudly as she watches Jackson getting ready to retaliate. “Okay, guys!” She steps in between them. “That's enough, all right? Just relax. No one got hurt.”

“But someone could!” Scott counters loudly. He turns his attention back to Jackson, “And when they come after you, I won’t be able to protect you. I can’t protect anyone,” he admits quietly, sending a brief glance to Stiles and Fallon.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, growing slightly more defensive, “…Why are you looking at us?”

“You know what? Now you have to do it,” Jackson says angrily. “Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself.”

“No, you won’t!” Scott yells exasperatedly. He doesn’t know what he has to do to get Jackson to understand the consequences of the bite. “Just trust me– all it does is make things worse.”

Jackson gets in Scott’s face, a sarcastic smile plastered on his lips, “Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall.”

Scott nods in admittance, “Yeah, I can run really fast now, except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me!”

Jackson doesn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation. He doesn’t understand the dangers that come with it. The potential to kill someone, the likelihood of someone else killing him. Trying to gain control on the full moon. He thinks it’s all sunshine, rainbows, and power. But if he even knew the half of the struggles Scott has gone through, he’d probably want to rethink his decision. The only issue is, knowing Jackson, his desperation to be better than everyone else would blind him to the dangers anyway.

“And I can hear things, like–like my girlfriend telling people she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life,” Scott says, desperately trying to convince Jackson to change his mind.

“It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda.” He smirks smugly, turning towards his own car, “Me? I drive a Porsche.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Later that evening, Fallon sits alone in her room, Stiles having dropped her off a few hours prior. She reads her book, a small smile on her face at the hilarious dialogue by Ron Weasley. Her hair is up in a messy bun, some curls falling out, framing her face perfectly. Avril Lavigne plays softly in the background, deeply contrasting the calm ambience of her room. Not that she cares.

A small knock at her door catches her attention. She glances up, “Come in.”

Michael pokes his head through the crack of the door, smiling at his daughter's relaxed appearance. “Hey kiddo. What are you up to?” He asks curiously.

“Just some evening reading,” Fallon answers, holding her book up for him to see.

Her father shakes his head, “You’ve read those books like a thousand times.” He chuckles as he walks over to her bed, sitting down at the foot of it. “Don't you think it’s time for something new?”

The girl huffs, “I’ve already read everything in the library downstairs,” she tells him. “And all the new books I bought at the end of last year. This is all I’ve got.” A mischievous smile appears on her face as she looks at her dad, “Unless you wanna take me book shopping…”

“Nice try, sweetheart,” Michael chuckles, patting her leg softly. There’s a pause before he adds, "You used to read those out loud to your mom and me, remember?"

Fallon swallows hard at the mention of her mom, her grip tightening on the book. "Yeah… I remember."

Michael sighs, reaching out to place a hand on her foot, gently squeezing. "I wanted to check on you before I head out. You’ve been… distant lately."

Fallon’s heart clenches at his words. She shifts uncomfortably, looking down at the book in her lap. She didn’t mean to be distant. She didn’t want to be. But with everything happening—the werewolves, the danger, the secrets—it was hard to focus on anything else. And she couldn’t tell him, couldn’t drag him into that world.

"I’m fine, Dad," she reassures him, her voice a little too quick, a little too rehearsed. She looks up at him, trying to smile again, but it felt forced even to her.

Michael’s brow furrows slightly, and he gave her a long glance, as if trying to see through the wall she managed to put up. "Fallon, I know you’re going through a lot. Losing your mom the way that we did, even if it was a long time ago. I mean, we’re both still going through it." His voice cracked just slightly, and Fallon’s stomach twisted with guilt. "But you don’t have to shut me out. Whatever’s going on, I’m here."

The softness in his voice, the way he spoke to her with such care, made Fallon’s chest tighten. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes. She felt the weight of everything she couldn’t say pressing down on her.

"I know, Dad. It’s just… complicated."

"Everything’s complicated these days," he says with a sigh, leaning back against her headboard. "I just feel like you’ve been slipping away. Like we haven’t really talked in a long time."

That hit harder than Fallon expected. She hadn’t realized how much she had distanced herself, how her father had noticed. She had been so focused on keeping the supernatural world hidden from him, trying to protect him from all of it, that she hadn’t stopped to think about how it was affecting their relationship.

"I’m sorry," Fallon whispered, her voice barely audible.

Michael sat up a bit straighter, his hand still resting on her foot. "What for?"

"For being… distant," she admits, her eyes still glued to the book in her lap. "I didn’t mean to. I just…"

"You just what?" he prompts gently, his eyes soft and understanding.

Fallon struggles for the right words. She couldn’t tell him the truth, not about the werewolves or the danger that followed her every step. But she didn’t want to lie, either. "I just didn’t want to make things harder for you. You already have so much to deal with at the hospital, and… and with everything else…”

Michael’s face softens further, and he leans in, brushing a strand of hair out of Fallon’s face. "Sweetie, you don’t have to protect me. I’m your father. It’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around."

His words make Fallon feel even worse. She wants so badly to open up to him, to tell him everything she was going through. But how could she? How could she burden him with something so terrifying?

"It’s not that simple," Fallon said again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Michael frowns, his concern deepening. "It doesn’t have to be simple. Just… talk to me. Let me in."

The guilt gnawed at her. She wants to talk to him, and wants to lean on him like she used to when things got tough. But the supernatural world had built a wall between them, a wall she didn’t know how to break down without putting him in harm’s way.

"I’m trying, Dad," she said, her voice cracking. "I’m really trying."

Michael reaches out and gently cups her face, turning her to look at him. His eyes were filled with love and concern, and Fallon felt her heart break a little. "You don’t have to carry everything on your own, Fallon. You’re not alone, okay?"

She nods, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. She hates feeling like this, like she was lying to the one person who had always been there for her. But the truth was too much.

"I know," she whispers.

Michael gives her a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing up. "I have to head out, but promise me you’ll try to talk to me more. About anything. It doesn’t have to be about your mom or… whatever else is bothering you. I just miss hearing about your day."

Fallon feels a lump rise in her throat as she nods again. "I promise."

As he moves toward the door, Fallon calls out, "Dad?"

He pauses, turning back to her with a gentle smile. "Yeah?"

"I love you," she says, her voice small but sincere.

Michael’s smile widens, and he nods back. "I love you too, Fallon. Always."

He left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Fallon sat there for a long time, staring at the spot where he had stood. The guilt weighs heavy in her chest, and she hates how distant she has become from him. But what choice did she have?

With a deep sigh, she opens her book again, but the words blurred on the page. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing something precious—and she didn’t know how to fix it.

She’s pulled out of the sadness when her phone rings beneath her legs. Reluctantly, she grabs the device, holding it up to her ear when she sees Stiles’ name. “What’s up, freckles?” She asks calmly.

“Scott and I need your help,” he says breathlessly. “We’re on the way now.”

She sits up straighter, “Okay… help with what? What’s going on?”

There’s a moment of silence which causes her concerns to rise. “It’s Peter,” Scott’s voice rings through the phone. “He went to the hospital today and pretended to be a medical rep to ask my mom out on a date. I think he’s going to try and bite her to get to me.”

“Well, I’ll happily crash that date,” Fallon says, quickly sliding her sneakers on. “If he touches your mom, Scott, I swear to God, I will shove wolfsbane so far up his ass that he’ll start growing it from his orifices.”

“And that’s why we’re bringing you,” Stiles adds, slightly disturbed by her very specific threat. “Alright, we’re here.”

Fallon rushes down the stairs, happy her father left before the boys got here. She doesn’t know the specifics of what they’re getting up to tonight, but she knows Michael would not approve. The girl hops into the passenger seat, Scott already sitting in the back.

She points at him, “Why are you back there?”

“You’ll see…” Scott breathes out.

“Let’s just say, I’m gonna definitely owe you a burger after this is over,” Stiles admits quietly, speeding down her neighborhood street.

Hearing Stiles say openly that he owes her one means this is either going to get them in legal trouble, or physically harm her… or possibly both. She groans and throws her head back, but doesn’t bother protesting. She listens as Scott explains his plan, how Stiles and Fallon are going to hit Peter’s car to keep him from having any more alone time with Melissa. They’re tracking her by scent currently, and when they hit the car, Scott will jump out and hide so it doesn’t look planned. She has to admit, it’s pretty creative.

“He’s up there,” Scott points to a car pulled off on the side of the road.

Fallon tilts her head, “Right, ‘cause it definitely won’t look suspicious when we hit a parked car.” She comments sarcastically.

Stiles glances at her, his brown eyes glistening under the street lights, “I can play it off if you can,” he smirks, sticking his pinky out at her.

She can’t help but return the mischievous smile, “Bring it on, Stilinski.” She pauses before rubbing the back of her neck, “Just don’t hit them too hard, please?” Her voice much softer as she begins to brace herself for impact. “I don’t need another cast this soon.”

Not even five seconds later, the jeep rear ends Peter’s car. Fallon lets out a loud grunt as she’s jerked forward in her seat. Scott somehow managed to already worm his way out of the car without being seen. Fallon’s eyes widen as she sees the angry look Melissa McCall is sporting once she realizes who just ruined her supposed “date night.”

Her and Stiles sheepishly make their way out of the jeep as the older woman scoffs. “Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!” She throws her hands up frustratedly.

“Mrs. McCall?” Stiles feigns innocence, smiling like they just ran into her at a grocery store or something. “Wow, this is-this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?”

The chilling smile Peter sends Fallon is enough to glue her to the asphalt below. She tries to back Stiles up, but her eyes are stuck on the icy blue ones boring into hers. Suddenly, he flashes his canines at her, his eyes turning red. But just as quickly as she saw it, it was gone.

“Ha. Ha,” Melissa remarks sarcastically.

“I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere–” Stiles points around the area where they’re parked as he continues. His lies are terrible, and he knows it.

“Came out of nowhere?“ Melissa tells incredulously, the vein in her forehead popping out. “We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!” She then turns her attention to Fallon, “And you let him hit us?!”

The girl throws her hands up, “In my defense… I wasn’t exactly paying attention to him.” She rubs the back of her neck when she notices Melissa’s right eye twitch. That probably wasn’t the best excuse.

“I mean, how crazy is this?” Stiles continues awkwardly. “I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know? Do, like, an accident report thing?”

Fallon nods in agreement, “Yeah, get insurance info and everything… y’know, for the damage.” She cringes at the weird pause she took.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Peter finally speaks up, walking towards the group.

All Fallon can do is glare at the man. Stiles winces, “Are you sure? I think I’m feeling a little whiplash,” he lies once more, rubbing his neck as if he were actually in pain. “You feel it too, right Fall? Didn’t you say your leg was hurting right before we got out of the car?” He gives her a pointed look, demanding she play along.

She clenches her jaw, but ultimately goes along with it. She reaches down, rubbing her calf, “Ouch.” She frowns, ignoring the way Peter rolls his eyes at their theatrics.

“Whiplash?” Melissa looks at Stiles like he’s the dumbest human being alive. “You hit us!”

“I don’t know…” Stiles tells her, still trying to sell his injury. He sucks in a sharp breath, “There’s something definitely wrong with my neck.”

“I don’t think it’s the neck that’s the problem,” Fallon pats his shoulder. “The head that’s attached to it is where I see most of the issues.”

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Stiles lived up to his promise, getting Fallon a burger, fries, and orange Hi-C from the diner they both love. The brunette girl is now safely back at home in her pajamas, still sipping on her favorite childhood drink as she watches Gossip Girl on her laptop. It was between this and Friends which she’s already watched way too many times, hence why she’s staring at Dan Humphrey strike out for the thirtieth time.

She had just gotten out of the shower, so her wet hair sticks to her pillows, soaking the green cases. She should’ve braided her hair, but the idea of just curling under her covers was much more appealing. Her and Lydia have been texting back and forth, discussing how formal is going to go now that she and Jackson had broken up. Fallon offered to be her date, but Lydia was pretty stuck on going with some “hottie in the lacrosse team to make Jackson jealous.” Her words, not Fallon’s.

Her eyes are so glued to the TV, and her mind is too far gone to even hear anything going on around her. She zones out, not hearing the dialogue between Blair and Chuck, her own breaths, the sound of her window opening, her own thoughts. Nothing phases her. She drifts off into space without a single care in the world.

She wasn’t aware of the movement happening at her side. Her room is dark, the only light illuminating it is coming from the television. She didn’t even notice the slight breeze until her head suddenly felt oddly cold. She glances over at the window and finally notices that it’s ajar. The girl groans, realizing she must’ve forgotten to close it. She goes to stand up but the hairs on her neck standing up stops her. She slowly spins around and sees Derek Hale himself standing in her bedroom.

The anger she feels towards him resurfaces. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?" Fallon’s voice is sharp, cutting through the tension in the room. She crosses her arms, glaring at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

Derek stands there, his expression unreadable, the dim light casting shadows across his face. His presence is imposing, but Fallon holds her ground. He takes a step closer, and she takes a step back, her hand gripping the edge of her dresser.

"You’re working with him," she accuses, her voice low and filled with venom. The memory of Derek being thrown across the hospital flashed in her mind, making their new reality all the more unbelievable. "After everything he’s done, after he murdered your sister. You’re just going to stand by his side?"

Derek’s jaw clenches, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he moves further into the room, closing the distance between them.

"I don’t have a choice," he finally says, his voice rough. "You don’t understand what’s at stake."

"I don’t understand?" Fallon scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "I think I understand perfectly. You’ve gone back to the same monster who’s ruined everything. And you’re doing it for what? Some twisted sense of familial duty?"

"It’s not that simple," Derek growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Then make it simple!" Fallon shoots back with a humorless laugh, taking a step toward him. "Explain to me why you’re throwing everything away!"

Derek’s eyes flash with anger, and before Fallon could react, he had her pinned against the wall, his hand around her throat. She gasps, her hands instinctively reaching up to claw at his wrist, but his grip is firm, unyielding.

"I don’t owe you an explanation," Derek hisses, his face inches from hers. "You don’t get to question my decisions."

Fallon’s breath comes in short, panicked bursts, but she didn’t let the fear show on her face. Instead, she meets his gaze with defiance, refusing to back down even as her pulse races beneath his fingers.

"You think this makes you strong?" she chokes out, her voice strained. "You think threatening me will solve anything?"

Derek’s grip tightens momentarily before he releases her, stepping back as if the contact had burned him. Fallon slumps against the wall, coughing and rubbing her throat, but her eyes never left his.

"I’m not here to threaten you," Derek says, his tone more controlled now, but still laced with frustration. "I’m here because you need to understand what’s going on."

"Enlighten me," Fallon spats, still holding her throat as she pushes herself off the wall. "Because right now, all I see is a coward who’s too afraid to stand up to Peter."

Derek’s eyes darken, and Fallon could see the struggle in them. He was wrestling with something, some internal battle that she couldn’t fully understand. But she wasn’t about to let him off easy.

"Peter’s dangerous," Derek finally breaks the silence, his voice low and serious. "And he’s not just going after Scott. He’s coming after you too."

Fallon’s heart skips a beat, but she forces herself to stay calm. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he’s going to bite you," Derek tells her bluntly, watching her reaction carefully. "Unless you do something for him."

Fallon’s eyes widen in shock. She hadn’t expected this. Out of all the threats Peter could have made, this one was the most personal, the most terrifying.

"And you’re just going to let him?" she whispers, her voice trembling despite herself.

Derek’s face hardens. "I’m trying to protect you."

"By coming in here and trying to scare me?" Fallon’s voice rises, her anger returning full force. "You think pinning me against the wall and choking me is going to make me listen?"

Derek looks away, his frustration evident. "You’re not listening. This isn’t just about you."

"No, it’s about you," Fallon shoots back, stepping closer to him again. "You’re too wrapped up in your own guilt and-and your warped sense of familial responsibility to see what’s really happening. You’re letting him control you."

Derek’s hands ball into fists at his sides, but he doesn’t respond. Fallon can see the turmoil in his eyes, the way he’s torn between protecting her and protecting himself.

"What does he want?" Fallon demands, her voice softer now, but still firm. "What could he possibly want that’s worth all of this?"

Derek hesitates, but he knows he has to tell her. "He wants you to get closer to the Argents.”

Fallon’s stomach drops, “I am close to them,” she argues.

“Not in the way he wants you to be,” Derek’s voice is now strained. “He wants you to infiltrate them. Get to know their weaknesses. All of their weaknesses.” He watches as her face falls, knowing she’ll have to go after Allison. “He thinks you’re special. That you have a way of manipulating people.”

Fallon’s mind races. Peter has seen or at least heard the amount of times she’s lied or done something to cover up for Scott and Stiles. He wants her to worm her way into a family of hunters that want to kill her best friend. She doesn’t understand how she could successfully do such a thing, but if she doesn’t, she could be in serious danger.

“And if I refuse?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Derek meets her gaze, his eyes hard, “I think you already have the answer to that question,” he says. “And you and I both know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Fallon feels a cold dread settle over her. This is even worse than anything she could’ve conjured up in her mind. Peter is playing a twisted game of chess, and she’s now his prized pawn.

“You can’t let him do this,” the brunette practically begs, her voice shaking. “You can’t let him turn me.”

“I’m not going to let that happen,” Derek reassures, moving closer to her. “But you have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” Fallon laughs bitterly. “You’re the one helping him. You’re the one allowing him to make our lives a living hell. How can I trust you?”

Derek’s eyes flash with anger once again, but he forces himself to remain composed. “Because I’m trying to protect you. Even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

Fallon shakes her head, feeling more lost and confused than ever. She wants to believe him, but everything about this feels wrong. She really tries not to be scared of the supernatural, of everything going on, but this is too much. In her mind, she doesn’t know who to trust anymore, and the fear is starting to eat her alive.

“I can’t do this,” Fallon breathes out, running a hand through her wet locks. “I can’t be apart of whatever twisted plan Peter has.”

Derek’s expression softens, and for a moment, Fallon thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes– regret maybe? But it disappears as quickly as it showed up, replaced by the stoic mask he always seems to be wearing.

“You don’t have a choice,” he tells her quietly. “If you don’t help him, he’ll come after you, and I won’t be able to stop him.”

Fallon’s heart pounds in her chest. She’s trapped, caught between Peter and Derek, with no way out. The walls feel like they are closing in on her, and she struggles to breathe, to think, to perform any basic function.

“I hate you,” she whispers, trying to keep the tears in her eyes at bay. She hates crying, feeling weak. “I hate you for doing this to me.”

Derek flinches as if she had struck him, but he quickly composes himself, his expression hardening again. "I’m sorry," he says, his voice rough. "But I’m not going to let you get hurt. Even if you hate me for it."

Fallon turns away from him, the dam behind her eyes only moments away from breaking. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face whatever was coming, not with Derek and Peter pulling the strings. But she doesn’t have a choice.

She feels Derek’s hand on her shoulder, but she shrugs it off, refusing to let him see how scared she is. She has to be strong, even if it feels like the world is crashing down around her.

"You should go," she dismisses, her voice rigid and quiet. "I need to think."

Derek hesitates for a moment, but ultimately nods, stepping back towardS the window. "Just… be careful," he warns, his voice softer now. "Don’t do anything reckless."

Fallon doesn’t respond. She can’t even bring herself to look at him as he slips out of the window, disappearing into the night. She stands there for a long time after he leaves, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to do next.

But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t shake the feeling of dread that settles in her chest. She is in far too deep, and there is no way out.

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