#malia: shapeshifts from coyote to human and is merely Suspicious

[embodies]

’ My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name? ’ / from josey to malia!

❛   ditto.   ❜   the blue iridescence is still waning from her eyes, her skin amassing goosebumps where it meets the crisp outdoor air   :   no longer pelt but flesh.   she is unfazed by her nudity   (   hasn't quite developed that oh - so - human trait yet   )   and steps into her shed clothing with a pace that is far from hurried. her gaze stays fixed on the stranger, more frazzled by the revelation of another being,   one that speaks her tongue, than she is about her vulnerable state.

❛   i mean, ditto like same.   that's   . . .   not my name.   ❜   teeth grit, a concerted effort to align her mind and focus on the reality she's facing. he heard her thoughts. as a coyote.   responded to them.   scott, kira, stiles —   none of them had that capability.   this was something new.   she is learning change can be good.   ❛   malia.   ❜

turns out she also skipped the don't give your name to strangers memo. her brow in a constant furrow, fists clenched with apprehension, she can't resist asking. her voice is one note short of a bark.   ❛   —i guess i'll go first. how the hell could you understand me   ?   how did you know i wasn't   . . .   you could hear my thoughts.   ❜

can he hear them now   ?

[supernaturaldisasterx]

boomeranghale​:

Hearing Belle’s bold confession of how he made her feel took the werewolf aback somewhat. It pulled his gaze back to her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he shook his head slightly. “Same for me… Except, the only ever.” It was only fair, after she’d left herself so vulnerable, why wouldn’t he be brutally honest in return. Peter Hale had never been the type. Whenever he thought of a future mate, he thought of a silent woman who would mind her business and bare his children… Yet, this little firecracker had brought Peter fucking Hale to his knees. Almost as if it had been her who claimed him.

“Hey, I like you—perverted and all,” the werewolf teased with a chuckle. “I have an excuse as far as anyone knows: I’m a shapeshifter,” Peter teased. It was, by now, common knowledge that he could no longer fully shift… But it was always a good excuse. “Also, don’t worry about me getting sick. It is highly unlikely.”

“Nature usually doesn’t make much sense, just does what it wants,” the werewolf dismissed. He hadn’t question it, he didn’t need to: Malia was perfect as she was. “I don’t know, but I wanted to know if it did. Like you said: I can sense your vitals,” he reminded her. He didn’t mean to intimidate, just a reminder that he could tell she was afraid. “I learned a couple of years ago that communication it’s important, so… I’m doing my best,” he tried to explained the questions he had posed. “I want to know what your thoughts are.” Her question did pose a bigger issue: his relationship with Malia was hard to explain as it was… How Henry fit into the picture even harder. Or was it really? Was the fact that Peter was unfit to be a father truly hard to explain or was he feeling ashamed? “The pack building, or with her dad.” Peter paused. “My memories of having fathered a child had been taken from me. My sister gave up my daughter for adoption to protect her from her mother—and probably me—when she was born,” he explained as straight forward as he could. “We, Hales, are a complicated bunch.”

Looking back at her question, Peter shook his head. “No. I’m just thinking of how bizarre the story would be for a human to hear,” the born werewolf admitted. “I’m not sure,” he confessed when Belle proposed that Malia might get mad. “If she does, I doubt it’d be about you… I’m still trying to prove myself to her, so she might be a little wary of my intentions,” Peter hypothesized coldly. It might’ve seemed like a cruel reality, but it didn’t really hurt…. nor made him feel anything. It was merely a fact. “I doubt she’d cared much about that. We’re shapeshifters… and she spent most of her life as a coyote, so… she’ll most likely just throw some clothes at me…. or be suspicious. Either way, can’t be worst than your cousin,” Peter assured. “She won’t be zapping you,” the werewolf teased with a chuckle. “Right there, park on the drive way.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩����𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 help smiling warmly as he mentioned his heart raced inside his chest as it happened to her, but somehow his last words just made her furrow her eyebrows "Only ever? That is a great topic" she assured "How many times have you used it" she asked playfully as a smile tugged the corners of her lips. It wasn't the first time she heard that kind of words coming from someone, she wouldn't say it was the second time either.

Belle didn't care about the fact she was driving for a second she turned to look at the werewolf. "First of all, I'm not a pervert, and secondly if you are going to keeping saying I'm one you can one the door and move your naked ass away from my car" she said sarcastically. "I know you're not getting sick, it was just an excuse" she chuckled "I forgot about all that shapeshifter part" admitted the brunette.

The woman hummed at his word, somehow believing he was wrong, there was something called biology, that pretty much explained everything about nature. "Well, I wouldn't be that sure since everything follows some laws and things like that... it's not anyone's fault supernaturals just do things we can't understand" she shrugged. "Yeah... I think I'm going to hate the fact you can hear my heartbeat and all that" nodded the French woman. "Yeah... you keep growling... you still have to get better at it" she teased, knowing he would say something about not changing who he was as he did the first time she told him to stop growling at her. "What do you want me to tell you that I'm fucking scared of your daughter to not like me? Because that's the truth" admitted the deputy. Coral raised her eyebrows as he told her what happened with Malia making her bit the inner part of her cheek as he talked. "I'm sorry to hear that" she said lowly "It must be hard"

Belle hummed "It's not that bizarre, I mean I grew up listening about werewolves and all those things... and having in mind my grandmother's brother was a psyco... it can just understand what you're saying" she shrugged. "Should I be a little wary of your intentions too?" she asked softly. "I guess that her spending all her life as a coyote is another long story that would sound strange to humans, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Wel... If I were here I would throw you some clothes... and well... the suspicious part..." she said as a teasingly smirk on her lips. "My cousin? Which one of them?" she chuckled softly, somehow scared of that person "Did Allison do something to you?" she asked furrowing her eyebrows. "Let's hope so... you know I hit like that could be fatal" she said teasingly, now parking on the driveway. "And we're here" she sighed opening her door as she let out all the air she had been holding just to walk and open Peter's door. "Obviously, you go first" she nodded with a smile on her face.