#sheriff stilinski x jordan parrish

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Jordan Parrish/Sheriff Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Jordan Parrish, Derek Hale Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, past trauma, talking things out, Insecure Derek Hale, Trust Issues, Happy Ending Summary:

Stiles stumbles upon Noah kissing a man and gets upset. Everyone jumps to wrong conclusions.

[twshipoftheday]

Teen Wolf Ship of the Day, March 2nd

Noah Stilinski x Jordan Parrish

It felt like home with Jordan, which was perfect because Noah needed that. He needed someone who felt like home and safety and didn't make him feel like he had to do or be anything in particular.

Headcanons under the cut.

Jordan really enjoys getting off of work and going home just to sit on the couch and cuddle with Noah

They both really enjoy soap operas and watching things that feel like soap operas, like Grey's Anatomy

Jordan really enjoys cooking and doesn't need to use oven mitts or anything to protect himself from the heat or the flames, so sometimes Noah will walk into the kitchen and see Jordan pulling a cookie tray from the oven with his bare hands

Both of them definitely take their work home and work on cases and paperwork at the kitchen table

Jordan is trying to wean Noah off of his coffee addiction and, unfortunately for Noah, Stiles is on Jordan's side

Noah is the big spoon, and Jordan is the little spoon, though they both sleep on their own sides of the bed for the most part

Jordan and Stiles are close and Stiles is 100% on board with their relationship, though he does constantly make fun of Jordan for dating Noah

[writerswritewriting]

crawling out of the woodwork to share this idea that's been plaguing me for about a week now...

I just can't stop thinking about Theo walking into a room to see Y/N on their phone- and I mean that's not really strange in and of itself but the look of concentration is just astounding, so he gets curious obviously and just...

"what are you looking at?"

And Y/N without missing a beat, not even looking up, just answers: "oh i'm reading werewolf p*rn."

Because the thing about a/b/o fics is that they don't really apply to what we know of the werewolves in Teen Wolf, but there's just enough commonality that I think, even if you don't actually read a/b/o fics irl, it's easy enough to rationalise you stumbling across them in universe, and I feel like if you apply the context of Teen Wolf to finding a/b/o fics, it just gets a little funny?

Also, bonus if, say, 20-30 minutes later Scott or someone walks in just to find Y/N in the same position, but this time Theo's leaning over the back of their chair, reading over their shoulder with furrowed eyebrows and just...

Scott: "What are you two looking at?"

Theo and Y/N, deadpan: "Werewolf porn."

[loganwritesprobably]

Peter Hale Dating History

My personal headcanons

Chris Argent Peter and Chris dated while the two of them were in high school and it was a huge secret. They had to keep things under wraps because Gerard finding out would be dangerous, and Talia would hardly approve of it either. They split up after Kate discovered them and threatened to snitch, glad to have one up on her older brother

Corinne Peter and Corinne didn't date, but this is where she goes chronologically. He slept with her once before starting to regularly hook up with Deucalion

Deucalion Peter dated Deucalion a few months after splitting up with Chris. They slept together first, a friends with benefits situation, and then after a month or two got together. Again, this was a secret. Peter liked the thrill of it, and ultimately he also liked the privacy. You don't get to keep much private when you live with your entire family, and you're all Werewolves.

Whore era Peter Hale is nothing else if not a whore, and spent the time between Deucalion going blind and the fire being a slut. He deserves it. Notable inclusion: Bobby Finstock.

Melissa McCall They went on one date, but I stand by the idea that after his resurrection he's mad that they went on a fake date because that means she won't be interested if he did try to genuinely pursue her.

Post S1 After season one, I like to flip flop about who I'd like him with. Pairings I enjoy: Peter/Noah Peter/Chris Peter/Parrish Peter/Deucalion Best solution? A polycule Notable inclusion here is Melissa also

[ghost-wolf34]

Peter Hale finds a mate

I'm sorry if I keep using the name Shauna or Shadow for my ocs, I just really like both names and want to keep using them. I know though that you readers are probably tired of me using the names, but I really like this names and want to continue using them. If you guys have had enough of those names or want to see me use a different character with a different name that isn't a werewolf also please let me know... 

P.s I also like werewolf stories a lot. Lol 😂 and if you guys would like me to use more gifs on this story let me know,plus I feel like people don’t add gifs enough to stories on here at least more then one. And because I feel like gifs add more depth and detail to the story.

Chapter one. The scent.

Peter was out getting some coffee at the coffee shop like normal, when he had gotten a whiff of a very strong yet addicting scent. He tried not to sniff the air to much, but he couldn't get enough of the scent that he was smelling. "Where is that smell coming from?" He thought as he looked around, not knowing that he had just over looked where the scent was coming from. Which was from a young woman who had a hood up and was sitting at the back of the coffee shop at a table by herself, looking all down and lonely. 

Peter got a look of frustration and annoyance, when he couldn't find who/ where the scent was coming from. He grabbed his coffee and bagel, before heading over to a table that was open which was a few feet away from the one at the back. He sat down to eat his bagel and smelled the scent again, he sniffled the air without drawing attention to himself as he sat there eating his food. 

His eyes however trained onto the woman who was sitting at a back table by herself, he wondered why she sat there with her hood up looking all lonely. He continued to watch her as he ate his bagel and drank his coffee, he watched as she eventually got up looking around slightly before keeping her head down as she headed towards the front doors. 

He watched her, before noticing that the scent now had disappeared. He started to wonder if that scent was coming from the young woman who had just up and left. In order to find out, Peter finished his bagel and got up quickly trying to find the woman before she got to far out of his sight. He groaned in annoyance when the scent fully disappeared, he threw his wrapper away and walked out into the street with his coffee in hand. 

Peter looked around as he drank his coffee, before heading towards his car to drive to his nephews place to talk to him. He pulled out his keys and started his car, he opened the driver door and hopped in. He sat down his coffee cup and got buckled up, before driving off to see Derek and his pack. 

.........................,........,,.,,

Peter stood there listening to Derek as he spoke to the pack. "Alright, I know we've had a lost going on for the past couple of weeks. But thanks to Jordan for coming into town, things have changed and gotten rather crazy. With finding out he's a hound and that his sisters a werewolf like us, he's letting her join the pack. One for her safety, two her abilities and three help to control her wolf side. 

She's still new to her abilities and still has a lot to learn, we were all there once and with you being a alpha now Scott...I thought that maybe it would be a good time for you to learn how to help someone that's struggling like Liam but a bit differently." Derek said. 

"How is she different from other werewolves, if your all the same?" Kira asked Derek, as she sat next to Scott. "Kira take it easy. She might be like us, but she could also be more like Derek and Peter." Scott told her, before looking at Derek. "That's actually why I brought him here. She suffers from mood swings and anger like he does,  but she can show you what she can do." Derek spoke. 

"Great someone like my father." Malia mumbled as stiles sat next to her. "I'm sure that she's not completely like your father, but if you can shift into a wolf like them that's actually pretty cool." Stiles said. "Not really helpful stiles." She told him, before rolling her eyes. 

Derek looked over at his uncle then behind him at the darkness behind them both. "It's okay, you can show them". Derek said. 

Peter looked at his nephew, before catching a whiff of the scent that he smelt earlier as he turned around and saw glowing purple eyes through the darkness. He then watched as the blackest yet biggest wolf he had ever seen,

jumped out of the darkness and right at him knocking him to the ground. Which caused him to narrow his eyes and show his wolf fangs/teeth along with his eyes.

He looked dead square at the wolf, before watching as they got off him after growling/snarling in his face. 

Derek stood there smirking amused, as he watched Peter with the newest member of their team.

"Peter meet Shadow. Shadow meet Peter my annoying yet irritating uncle that nobody likes, who will be helping train you along with Scott." He watched as Shadow and Peter glared at each other, as Peter stood up.

"Oh no, I'm not helping train them." Peter told his nephew. 

"First off it's a she and second off, both of you are going to have to get along and work together okay? I can't train her and I'm not letting Scott work with her when she's in wolf form. You know better then anyone what it's like to be full or rage and anger all the time. Your the only one here strong enough to handle her." 

Peter rolled his eyes at his nephew, as he crossed his arms kept staring at the wolf. "Fine..I'll train her, but I'm not going to go easy on her especially with the training. With a attitude like this someone will get hurt." Peter said,

before growling lowly at the wolf as she growled back.

"Okay you two enough!” Derek roared as his teeth and fangs came out as his eyes went blue. “Both of you need to either take the this out to the woods, or you both can grow up and get along.”

You have to work with each other. Especially since we have bigger problems to deal with, like I don't know maybe the Japanese people that are hunting people including us. So both of you two need to get along, before we have to face them alright?" 

"Fine." Peter said, before walking away and going to cool off he was definitely more moodier then normal and it's been ever since he smelled that scent today.

[nightingale2004]

It's giving me "I'll burn the whole world to bring you back" vibes

The only reaction I want to Stiles finding out about Derek’s death:

If it doesn’t end with Stiles saving Derek from Bardo after he’s set the entirety of Beacon Hills on fire I don’t want it.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SCOTT MCCALL

Escaping Theo's Pack (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Looking Out (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Senses (Scott McCall X Reader)

STILES STILINSKI

Change In Appearance (Stiles Stilinski X Sister!Reader) (Feat. Sheriff Stilinski.

DEREK HALE

A Boy And His Mother (Derek Hale X Fem!Reader)

Interuptions (Derek Hale X Reader)

COREY BRYANT

The Pack's Little Sister (Corey X Sister!Reader)

Resurrected (Corey X SIster!Reader)

LIAM DUNBAR

Watching Out (Liam Dunbar X Male!Reader)

Pickup Lines (Lian Dunbar X Fem!Reader)

THEO RAEKEN

Back Home (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Staying (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Gone (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

It's My Job (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Scarf (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Join The Pack (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Not The Only Banshee (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Hiding (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Keep You Safe (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Helpful Hand (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Blind Love (Theo Raeken X Blind!Male!Reader)

LYDIA MARTIN

German Transfer (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

Position (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

COACH FINSTOCK

New Teacher (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

Overqualified (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

One Smart Cookie (Coach Finstock X Teen!Reader)

Being Coach Finstock's Daughter And Being A Beast At Sports Would Include...

JORDAN PARRISH

Not Feeling Good (Jordan Parrish X Reader)

CHRIS ARGENT

Moving In (Chris Argent X Teen!Fem!Reader)

PETER HALE

Have You Ever Heard Of Knocking (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

Under The Weather (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

Protection (Scott McCall X Male!Reader X Isaac Lahey)

Photographs (Corey Bryant X Sister!Reader, Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

The Flu (Teen Wolf X BabyBrother!Hale!Reader)

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 4 - Orphaned

Series Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Inside the school, the hallway was eerily quiet compared to the chaos outside after police and an ambulance showed up. Lia slowed her pace, her enhanced hearing picking up muffled voices from the direction of the boys' locker room. As she approached, she saw Coach Finstock standing outside the door, surrounded by the lacrosse team. His face was serious as he addressed the gathered players.

"Guys, back off. You can get your gear tomorrow," Coach instructed firmly. "If anyone sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team."

The boys muttered among themselves, casting nervous glances at the locker room door where several deputies could be seen moving about inside. Lia slipped past them, keeping her head down to avoid drawing attention.

She continued down the hall, away from the cluster of players, her heart racing as she picked up Scott's scent. Turning a corner, she spotted him standing with a man she didn't recognize—tall, well-dressed, with a serious expression that somehow resembled Scott's. The family resemblance was unmistakable.

Lia slowed her approach, not wanting to interrupt what appeared to be an important conversation. She pressed herself against the wall, uncertain whether to continue forward or retreat.

"Dad, really. I'm okay," Scott was saying, his voice carrying a note of reassurance that Lia had come to associate with his Alpha nature.

The man—Scott's father—shook his head, regret evident in his expression. "I should've been here. And I said I would be at the games."

Scott shrugged lightly, seemingly unbothered. "Well, I mean this was just a pre-season scrimmage. I didn't even tell you about it."

"But I promised your Mom I'd be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital," his father replied, guilt coloring his words. "I should've been here."

Scott's father continued, looking troubled. "I'm not making a great case for why you should trust me again, am I?"

Scott offered a small smile, about to respond when he caught a familiar scent. He glanced up, his eyes finding Lia hovering uncertainly at the end of the hallway. His father noticed Scott's attention shift and turned to follow his gaze.

"You're here now," Scott said, both to his father and as an acknowledgment to Lia.

Lia tensed when both McCall men looked in her direction. She gave a small, nervous smile, clearly unsure if she should interrupt.

"Hey. Sorry, I--" she began awkwardly.

"It's fine," Scott assured her.

Taking his cue, Lia pushed herself from the wall and walked closer, her posture still hesitant as she approached Scott's father.

"Hey. Lia," she introduced herself simply, extending her hand.

Scott's father smiled warmly, taking her hand in a firm handshake. "Raphael McCall. Nice to meet you."

The moment was interrupted by movement further down the hallway. Deputy Jordan Parrish appeared, escorting a handcuffed Violet. The young assassin's face remained impassive despite her restraints. Lia, Raphael, and Scott watched as she was led toward them.

Violet's eyes flicked to the deputy's badge. "Jordan Parrish?" she asked, her tone oddly curious for someone in handcuffs.

"Deputy Parrish," he corrected firmly.

As they passed, Violet looked directly at Lia and Scott, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Something in that expression sent a chill down Lia's spine.

Jordan continued leading Violet out, and Sheriff Stilinski approached, joining Lia, Scott, and Raphael in the hallway. Raphael's attention immediately dropped to something in the Sheriff's hand – a thin, metallic wire with handles on each end.

"Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?" Raphael asked, his professional interest piqued.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded grimly. "Yeah. It's a thermo-cut wire."

Recognition flashed across Raphael's face. He turned quickly, calling after the deputy. "Parrish, hold up."

As the adults moved away, Scott turned to Lia, lowering his voice. "Where's Kira?"

"She took off," Lia replied quietly. "Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the Dead Pool."

Scott's eyes widened with sudden realization. "Her Mom's on it."

"Everyone's on it," Lia confirmed solemnly.

"You're not," Scott pointed out.

Lia shook her head, a heaviness in her voice. "Not yet. There's still another third, right?"

Scott's jaw tensed as his father and the Sheriff moved down the hallway with Violet. His head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes growing distant as he concentrated on something beyond normal human hearing range.

Lia stared at him with a small frown, recognizing that familiar expression. "Are you listening in?" she whispered.

Scott glanced at her and nodded, his focus still on the conversation happening down the corridor.

"How can I control hearing?" Lia asked softly, genuinely curious. The sensory overload had been one of the most difficult aspects of her transformation so far—every sound amplified to painful levels at unpredictable moments.

Scott took her hands in his, the gesture surprisingly intimate in the empty hallway. "Focus on my heartbeat first," he instructed quietly. "It's steady, constant. Use that as your anchor point."

Lia closed her eyes, concentrating on the rhythmic thudding of Scott's heart. It was strong and even, calming in its regularity.

"Good," Scott murmured, watching her expression relax. "Now, while holding onto that sound, slowly expand your awareness. Like ripples in water. Reach out toward where you want to listen."

Lia's brow furrowed in concentration as she followed his guidance. Gradually, the jumble of distant sounds began to separate into distinct threads. She could hear Scott's breathing, the faint squeak of shoes on linoleum, and then—filtering through the chaos—voices from down the hall.

"Thermo-cut wires, a very unusual weapon, Violet."

"Can you hear them too?" Scott asked, and she nodded.

"Now, we've got a file in the Bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen murders."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here."

"Maybe we should call your parents, then. Oh, no... That's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you the Orphans."

Lia glanced over and looked with Scott to see Jordan taking Violet away while she glared at Scott's Dad. Raphael looked at Sheriff, "We need to find her boyfriend, Garrett."

Sheriff nodded and Raphael walked away, their conversation about the Orphans and the thermal-cut wire still hanging in the air. Sheriff turned toward Coach Finstock, who was anxiously pacing near the locker room entrance.

"Coach, I'm gonna need both their locker numbers," Sheriff said firmly. "And somebody find me a pair of bolt cutters."

Lia and Scott exchanged a look from where they stood watching the exchange. Scott gave a subtle nod, and they quietly slipped away. As they walked toward the boys' locker room, Scott's fingers still intertwined with Lia's, guiding her down the hallway.

When they reached the locker room entrance, Scott let her hand go gently. "Stay here, be on the look out," he whispered, his eyes serious.

Lia nodded, positioning herself by the doorway as Scott disappeared inside. She watched nervously as he located Garrett's locker and, after checking that no one was around, broke the lock with a quick twist of his werewolf strength.

Scott knelt down, rifling through Garrett's belongings. His fingers found a red duffel bag pushed to the back of the locker.

"I think someone's coming," Lia whispered urgently from the doorway, glancing over her shoulder. "Hurry."

Scott quickly unzipped the bag, his eyes widening as he stared at the contents. Lia looked outside once more to check the hallway before turning back to Scott.

"You find anything?" she asked.

Scott stared at stacks of neatly banded $100 bills filling the bag. There had to be thousands—maybe hundreds of thousands—of dollars inside. Blood money. Payment for murders. His stomach turned at the thought.

He looked up at Lia, making a split-second decision. "No," he lied, zipping the bag closed. He grabbed it and quickly shut the locker door. "Let's go."

Scott rushed to the doorway, taking Lia's hand in his and pulling her away from the locker room.

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The next morning dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to Lia's dark mood. She'd barely slept, her mind replaying everything that had happened—the game, Brett's injury, Garrett's weapon, the Dead Pool. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Violet's smirk as she was led away in handcuffs.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Mason, asking if she wanted to go for a run. Lia hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. Part of her wanted to stay home, to pull the covers over her head and hide from the world that had suddenly become so dangerous. But another part—the stronger part—knew that hiding wouldn't solve anything.

She texted back a quick "Sure" and got dressed, grateful for the distraction.

The preserve was quiet in the early morning light, dew still clinging to the grass as Lia and Mason jogged along the familiar trail. Mason had been chattering since they started, filling the silence with updates about school gossip and complaints about their chemistry homework. Lia nodded occasionally, only half-listening as her mind wandered.

"So," Mason said, his tone shifting to something more serious, "are we going to talk about it?"

Lia glanced at him, quickening her pace slightly. "Talk about what?"

Mason shot her an incredulous look. "Uh, the fact that two of our friends turned out to be psycho killers? The fact that Garrett's been arrested and Violet's probably going to jail for, like, ever?"

Lia winced at the reminder, focusing on controlling her breathing as they ran. She'd been trying not to think about it, but Mason's words brought everything rushing back.

"It wasn't just them being friends with us," Mason said, slowing his pace as they rounded a bend in the trail. "They were using us, Li. Using us for their cover."

Lia's chest tightened at his words. She knew he was right—she and Mason had been the perfect smoke screen. Who would suspect the friendly lacrosse player and his girlfriend when they were always hanging out with normal freshmen?

"I mean, professional killers were using us," Mason continued, his voice rising with incredulity. "How are you not freaking out about that?"

Lia's pace unconsciously quickened as her anxiety spiked. "Trust me, Mason, I'm freaking the hell out."

It was true, Mason had no idea how much worse the situation really was. The Orphans weren't just random killers—they were assassins specifically targeting supernatural creatures like her. The thought made her heart pound faster, her legs pumping harder as she processed the danger she was still in.

The Dead Pool. A hit list with her name potentially on it, with a price tag attached to her life. People like Garrett and Violet hunting her for money. The realization sent adrenaline surging through her veins.

Lia didn't notice she was now running at supernatural speed, her feet barely touching the ground as she raced forward. Her thoughts tumbled over one another, drowning out everything else—including Mason's voice calling after her.

"Lia, slow down!"

Mason's words finally registered when she reached a clearing in the woods. Lia stopped abruptly, turning to look back down the trail. Mason was nowhere to be seen. The only sounds were birds chirping and her own rapid breathing.

"Crap," she muttered, realizing how far she'd run.

The sudden roar of an engine broke the morning stillness. Lia spun around just as a truck burst through the tree line behind her. She had no time to react before it slammed into her, the impact launching her body through the air. Pain exploded across her back as she hit the ground hard, tumbling and rolling across dirt and leaves.

Groaning, Lia lifted her head, her vision blurry from the collision. The truck's door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped out. Garrett approached slowly, twirling a wicked-looking dagger between his fingers. A cruel smile played across his lips.

"Hey, Lia," he said casually, as if they were meeting in the school hallway. "Sorry about missing movie night." He flipped the dagger, catching it by the handle with practiced ease. "Don't worry. I got something else planned."

Lia tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt leaden. She could smell something strange on the blade—a sickly-sweet scent that made her wolf instincts scream danger.

The blade plunged deep into her chest, just below her sternum. Lia gasped, the pain immediate and searing, but different from any injury she'd experienced before. A burning sensation spread outward from the wound, dark veins appearing around the entry point.

"Wolfsbane," Garrett explained, twisting the blade before yanking it out. "Special blend. Won't kill you right away. That would be too easy."

Lia's vision swam as she clutched at her chest, blood seeping between her fingers. The poison was already working its way through her system, paralyzing her limbs and clouding her thoughts. She tried to call for help, but her voice emerged as little more than a whimper.

"Sorry about this part," Garrett said, not sounding sorry at all as he raised the butt of his knife. The last thing Lia saw was the handle rushing toward her temple before everything went black.

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Mason jogged back along the trail, irritation giving way to concern. He'd lost sight of Lia nearly twenty minutes ago when she suddenly took off like an Olympic sprinter. At first, he'd been annoyed, assuming she was showing off or avoiding his questions about Garrett and Violet. But now, after calling her name repeatedly with no response, worry gnawed at his stomach.

"Lia!" he shouted again, cupping his hands around his mouth. Only the morning birds answered.

When he reached the end of the trail with no sign of her, Mason pulled out his phone and called her. It went straight to voicemail. He tried texting, then called again. Nothing.

After thirty minutes of searching and calling, Mason made a decision. There was only one other person he knew Lia had been spending time with lately - Scott McCall. He didn't understand their connection - why would a junior like Scott take such an interest in a freshman? - but he'd seen how protective Scott had been during the scrimmage against Devenford Prep.

Mason found Scott in the school parking lot, climbing off his motorbike.

"Scott!" he called out, jogging over. "Have you seen Lia?"

Scott turned, surprise registering on his face. "No. Why?"

"We were running in the preserve this morning," Mason explained, worry etched across his face. "One minute she was right next to me, and the next she just took off. Like, impossibly fast. I couldn't keep up."

Scott's expression darkened. "When was this?"

"About an hour ago. I've been looking everywhere. She's not answering her phone."

"Let me try," Scott said, pulling out his phone. He dialed Lia's number, his jaw tightening when it went straight to voicemail. "Nothing."

The two began searching the school grounds, checking every spot Lia might have gone. Scott's enhanced senses were on high alert, searching for any trace of her scent or heartbeat. Mason hurried beside him, his anxiety growing with each empty classroom and hallway.

"Maybe she came to school and then left?" Mason suggested as they approached the administrative offices.

Scott shook his head. "Let's check with Coach. She has his class first period."

They found Coach Finstock hunched over his desk, looking miserable. His nose was red, tissues scattered around him as he sniffled pathetically.

"Coach?" Scott called from the doorway.

Finstock looked up, squinting at them through watery eyes. "McCall? What do you want?" He sneezed violently, grabbing another tissue.

"We're looking for Lia," Scott explained. "Have you seen her today?"

Coach blew his nose loudly. "Sorry guys, Lia skipped my class. Maybe she's sick, like me." He gestured to his congested face before dissolving into a coughing fit.

Mason and Scott exchanged concerned glances before stepping back into the hallway. Mason frowned, his worry deepening.

"Lia didn't look sick on our run," he said quietly.

Scott checked his phone again, hoping for a message. "She's not getting back to any of my texts."

"Mine either," Mason confirmed, showing Scott his own screen full of unanswered messages.

The bell rang suddenly, signaling the start of the next period. Students began flooding the hallway, jostling around them as they rushed to class.

Scott looked at Mason, making a quick decision. "Yeah, don't worry. I'll find her. Text me if you see her?"

Mason nodded reluctantly, clearly wanting to help but unable to skip class without consequences. "Yeah, okay. Let me know when you find her first."

As Mason disappeared into the crowd, Scott remained standing in the middle of the hallway, his mind racing. Something was wrong—he could feel it. The hallway gradually emptied until Scott was the only one left, the silence pressing in around him.

He turned toward the exit, determined to search the preserve where Lia had last been seen. As he began walking, his phone rang. His heart leapt when he saw Lia's name on the screen.

"Lia, he--"

Scott's blood ran cold as a male voice cut him off, one he recognized instantly despite its smug tone.

"Try again, Scotty." Garrett's voice was casual, almost playful.

Scott couldn't help but let out a low growl, his fingers tightening around the phone at the thought of the boy hurting his beta. "Where is she?"

"Come on, like I'm actually gonna tell you that?" Garrett laughed, the sound echoing hollowly through the phone.

Scott's mind raced, remembering the duffel bag he'd found in Garrett's locker. "I'll give you the money."

"Yeah, you will," Garrett replied, his voice hardening. "But that's not gonna get you Lia back. You're gonna have to put in a little more effort than that."

Scott's jaw clenched as he stepped into an empty classroom, lowering his voice. "What do you want?"

"I want the money and Violet, or you never see Lia again."

The line went dead before Scott could respond. He glared at his phone, resisting the urge to crush it in his hand. Seconds later, a text notification appeared—from Lia's phone. Scott clenched his jaw as he opened it.

Meet me at the bus pit.

Scott looked around the empty hall with a glare and walked out. His footsteps echoed against the linoleum as he moved with purpose toward the back of the school where the buses were parked. Every muscle in his body was tense, prepared for a fight.

The bus pit was deserted when he arrived, rows of yellow school buses sitting silent in the morning sun. Scott paused, scanning the area before closing his eyes to focus his hearing. The subtle sound of a heartbeat—slightly elevated but controlled—guided him forward.

Garrett was waiting between two buses, casually twirling his lacrosse stick/dagger between his fingers. Scott walked closer, stopping at the front of the buses, looking around before walking toward him.

"Okay, what do you want?" Scott demanded, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent."

Garrett scoffed, his expression mocking. "You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone."

Scott glared at him, frustration and fear for Lia building inside him. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"They are transferring Violet to a federal facility. You are not gonna let that happen."

Scott's brow furrowed, his mind racing as he processed this new demand. "How?"

"They're going to put her in a car," Garrett explained with practiced precision. "We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it."

Scott stared at him in disbelief. "You want me to attack a car? That's your plan?"

Garrett glared back at him, his patience clearly wearing thin. "You're an Alpha. If you can't stop one little car, then one little Beta is going to die."

With a swift motion, Garrett held up his lacrosse stick, the hidden blade catching the sunlight as it extended from the hollowed end. The metallic surface gleamed with a dark, viscous substance that Scott immediately recognized by its scent.

"I stabbed your girlfriend with a blade dipped in wolfsbane," Garrett said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. "Once it gets to the heart..." He paused, letting the implications sink in. "Bad things happen."

Scott glared at him, fighting to control the rage building inside him. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, claws threatening to emerge as his vision tinged with red.

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Lia's consciousness returned in fragments. First came the cold—a bone-deep chill that made her gasp. Then pain, radiating from her chest like molten lead through her veins. Finally, awareness of her surroundings—stone walls rising around her, murky water lapping at her waist, and darkness pressing in from above.

She blinked rapidly, trying to orient herself. The last thing she remembered was Garrett standing over her in the preserve, his blade plunging into her chest. Now she was... where? Lia looked up, seeing a small circle of evening sky far above her. The realization hit her with nauseating clarity.

A well. She was in a fucking well.

The wolfsbane from Garrett's blade pulsed through her system, making her limbs feel leaden and her thoughts sluggish. Each heartbeat pushed the poison further through her body. Dark veins spread outward from the wound in her chest, visible even through her soaked shirt.

"Hello?" she called, her voice echoing against the stone walls. "Is anyone there?"

Only silence answered. Panic clawed at her throat as she understood the full horror of her situation. Garrett hadn't just attacked her—he'd left her to die slowly, alone in this forgotten place where no one would find her.

"Help!" she shouted, her voice breaking with desperation. "Scott! Is anybody there!"

The silence that followed crushed what little hope she had. The water around her waist felt colder by the minute, and the wolfsbane's burn spread further with each passing second.

"Somebody help me, please!" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the stone walls. "Somebody help me! Help, Scott! Scott!"

Her cries echoed into nothingness. No response came. No footsteps approached. No one knew where she was.

Lia looked up at the circle of twilight sky above her. It couldn't be more than twenty feet to the top. With her werewolf strength, she should be able to climb out easily—if not for the wolfsbane weakening her system.

She had to try.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Lia pressed her hands against the rough stone walls and began to climb. Her claws extended instinctively, scraping against the rock as she pulled herself upward, inch by painful inch. Each movement sent waves of agony through her chest, but she pushed on, focusing only on the circle of sky above.

Halfway up, her strength failed her. Her claws slipped from the wet stone, and she plummeted back into the water with a splash that echoed through the well. The impact sent a fresh wave of pain through her wounded chest.

Lia surfaced, gasping and coughing, the cold water shocking her system. The fall had driven the wolfsbane deeper into her bloodstream. She could feel it burning through her veins, reaching toward her heart. Soon, it would be too late.

Lia slumped against the well wall, her body trembling as the cold water lapped around her waist. The wolfsbane poison felt like fire spreading through her veins, each breath more labored than the last. She tried again to climb, only to slide back down, her claws scraping uselessly against the slippery stone.

"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm going to die down here."

The darkness was closing in, both literally as night fell above and figuratively as the poison worked its way toward her heart. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on something—anything—that might give her strength.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced—clear and vivid despite her clouded mind. The lake house, just after the full moon. Scott showing her something she'd done while transformed.

"You did that. You went right through it," Scott had said, pointing to the shattered window frame, glass fragments still clinging to the edges.

Lia remembered staring in disbelief at the damage. "I jumped through a window? As in an actual window?"

Scott had smiled slightly at her confusion as she frantically checked herself for injuries that should have been there.

"The cuts healed while you were changed," he'd explained.

She'd looked down then, too ashamed to meet his eyes. "I guess that's one good thing."

"For you," Scott had replied, his voice serious. "For someone else, it could be really bad. We need to figure out how you can get a grip on this."

Lia had frowned, thinking of all the therapy sessions, all the medication, all the failed attempts to control the rage that had defined her life for years. "I've been trying to do that for years," she'd admitted. "It hasn't improved much."

Scott's expression had softened then. "What does your Dad say?"

"He says when kids get angry they deal with it in one of two ways. They either hurt themselves or they hurt someone else."

Lia's words echoed in her mind as she stared up at the fading light above. She'd spent her life hurting herself or hurting others. But now, there was another option—fighting to survive, not just for herself but for those who cared about her.

"Scott wouldn't give up," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "I won't either."

With renewed determination, Lia dug her claws into the stone wall and began to climb once more. Each movement sent fire through her veins as the wolfsbane poison spread, but she gritted her teeth and kept going. Her muscles screamed in protest as she dragged herself upward, inch by painful inch.

The circle of sky grew closer, twilight fading to full darkness as stars began to appear overhead. Lia's breathing came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring as sweat mingled with tears on her face. The poison was working faster now, dark veins spreading visibly across her chest and up her neck.

"Almost there," she panted, reaching for another handhold. "Almost..."

As she neared the top, a wave of dizziness hit her. The wolfsbane surged through her system, making her limbs tremble violently. Her claws scraped against stone, struggling to maintain their grip as the world spun around her.

Something primal took over then—a desperate, instinctive need to call for help. Lia threw back her head and howled, the sound tearing from her throat with surprising power. It echoed through the night air, a haunting cry that carried both anguish and determination.

Pushing through the pain, she forced herself to keep climbing. Just a few more feet. Her fingers clawed at the lip of the well, grasping for purchase as her feet scrambled against the slick stone. She was so close now, the cool night air brushing against her face.

Then her foot slipped, sending her sliding downward. Her heart lurched as she felt her grip weakening, fingers cramping as they fought to hold her weight. One hand lost its hold completely, leaving her dangling precariously by just her right hand.

"No," she gasped, feeling her remaining grip beginning to fail. "No, please..."

Just as her fingers began to slip, a strong hand shot out of the darkness, closing around her wrist with firm, unwavering strength. Lia looked up, her vision swimming, to see Scott's face silhouetted against the night sky. His eyes glowed red in the darkness as he pulled her from the well with supernatural strength.

Scott dragged her away from the well's edge, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to a small clearing. Gently, he lowered her to the ground, his hands steady as they supported her trembling body.

"You're okay, I got you," Scott said, his voice warm with relief as he brushed wet hair from her face.

Lia's body convulsed violently as she tried to focus on Scott's face through the haze of poison. The girl was shaking and rightfully so. Scott pulled her into a tight and protective embrace, sighing in relief that she was okay. Lia hung onto him tightly. They held onto each other for that moment. They were okay, everything was okay.

"Scott..." Lia whispered, her voice barely audible, "I don't feel so good."

They pulled back. Scott looked down at the cut on her t-shirt and saw the deep knife wound on her chest. The veins around it had darkened to an unnatural black, spreading outward like spiderwebs beneath her skin.

"You'll be okay," Scott promised, his voice firm with determination.

Because she was very weak, he picked her up into his arms. He carried her away in bridal style and she rested her head on his shoulder before slowly closing her eyes. Scott's heart pounded with fear as he felt her body growing heavier, her breathing becoming shallow.

Scott brought Lia to the animal clinic where his boss, Deaton, was healing the passed-out Lia. Chris Argent was also there; he had been helping Scott try and track Lia before Scott took off after they heard Lia's roar. Lia groaned as Deaton cut into her chest with a professional doctor-blade. The yellow wolfsbane that she had been stabbed with came out at that moment. Scott put his hand on her forehead in a comforting manner for his Beta.

"I don't want to keep watching people die," Scott said quietly to Chris.

Chris watched him with understanding eyes. "I'm not sure you have much choice about that."

Scott looked at Chris. "Maybe I do."

He looked back down at Lia for a split second. Lia almost lost her life that day because of a teen couple who wanted money and were willing to kill to get it. An innocent freshman girl almost died, his first and only turned Beta.

"That's a lot of burden to carry, Scott," Deaton said softly, cleaning his hands with a sterile cloth.

"I don't care." Scott's voice hardened with resolve. "No one else dies. Everyone on that list, everyone on that Deadpool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone."

[sterek-ao3feed]

A nest of vampires

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/63389191

by BIAP00

¿Qué sucede cuando una horda de criaturas sobrenaturales llega a Beacon Hills para sembrar caos y temor?

La manada lo prohibió desde que aparecieron; no querían involucrarse hasta estar seguros de lo que estaba ocurriendo. Sin embargo, él no podía quedarse quieto, no después de sentir que su mente se estaba desmoronando.

Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

El humano que camina junto a los lobos. Cansado y consumido por el Nogitsune, decide tomarse un descanso de lo sobrenatural. Pero el destino tiene planes diferentes a los de él.

Una colonia de murciélagos, una persona que llevaba años desaparecida, una cacería, una masacre y mucho caos. ¿Crees poder con todo esto?

La sangre corre por los árboles, huele a traición, a devastación...

¿Podrás mantener tu moral en pie?

¿Descubrir quién eres realmente?

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Fanfic de Teen Wolf.

⚠️ Advertencia ⚠️ _Ship principal: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski. _No sigo el canon, así que no esperen que las parejas sean las mismas que allí. _Esto no sigue la línea de tiempo de la serie. _Puedes encontrar tanto ships heterosexuales como homosexuales. _Los personajes no me pertenecen; son de Jeff Davis.

Words: 1226, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), teen wolf - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Sex

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Original Stilinski Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Original Lahey Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Original Characters, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, The Argent Family (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore, Jordan Parrish

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Additional Tags: Psychological Drama, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Original Character(s)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63389191

[hegorys]

Sterek Idea Fic #7

Okay, this idea has been driving me crazy for the last few days, but here we go....

there will be mpreg, just remembering, hahahaha

So, Sheriff Stilinski (Noah or Jhon, depending on the author) is an evil black dragon who has settled in Beacon centuries ago, always working in law enforcement through the ages hidden among humans, never revealing his immense black dragon form, nor even for the supernaturals he saw during his life years, just living his life in anonymity, he never had a mate, no one ever caught his eye, it didn't make his heart beat like crazy so he just came to the conclusion that there was no one out there for him, until one day Jordan shows up at the police station as one of the new members of the Beacon police force, the sheriff literally loses his breath and doesn't even realize that he's held his breath or that it looks like his heart is going to jump out of his body at any moment. , the sheriff can see with his supernatural eyes the indications that Jordan is not human, he can see glowing blue scales that remind him of the endless sapphires heaped in his hoard. During his lifetime Jordan is his mate the sheriff thinks, well that's all his mind screams non-stop, my my my my!! But when Jordan looks at him and gives him a shy smile, he panics because he doesn't know how to react to the other dragon in front of him, the only certainty he has is that he has an insane desire to fly to his mountain of treasures. , take everything in there and throw yourself in front of Jordan and say "THIS IS ALL I HAVE MATCH ME!" even though it's a stupid idea and he's about to do it he still manages to stop himself from doing such a thing, he really doesn't want to cause panic in the whole city by turning into a gigantic dragon, flying around the city and coming back with a mountain of gold and jewels (hahahahaha )

Jordan is a male carrier dragon capable of getting pregnant, carrier dragons have a min 5% chance of carrying more than one egg per pregnancy so they are much more protective of the hatchling when they have them than other dragons, Stiles is born with a color darker blue than Jordan (the shade depends on the author's choice) and likes to accumulate random things (it's like a mini dragon accumulating treasures but he didn't find what he considers a treasure, unlike his father who accumulated gold and jewels) and it's super cute, Stiles is not only a dragon but also a spark that over the years feels a call in the forest, the cut nemeton asking for help to be restored (the nemeton is not evil, it just doesn't have the ability to protect anymore like had in his prime), Stiles and Derek (werewolf) fall in love, sheriff is the evil black dragon that scares the poor wolf who wants to get his cub (hahahaha), Stiles is a carrier like his father (or mother, depending on the author) Jordan the puppies His and Derek's would be hybrids (if you want to know how I imagine the wolf and dragon hybrid you can just google Zinogre from Monster Hunter, it doesn't have wings but it's still powerful, it's like an adamantium battle tank, hahahaha)

Note: Any idea of mine can be used by anyone interested.

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Teen Wolf Incorrect Quotes #72

Sheriff Stilinski: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Parrish: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Stiles : But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Reader: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

[ineedmorefanfics2]

homie hopper malia💀

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 44: Hellhound

After Sam had gotten better, she was discharged and immediately went to see the sheriff who seemed to be awake a little better.

The older Stilinski smiled at the girl as she peeked in the room. "Hey, Sam.", he greeted. She smiled, happy to see him okay. "Hi.", she responded and came to sit next to him.

"I heard you got discharged. What happened?", the sheriff asked. Sam rubbed behind her neck. "Kinda got poisoned… and I was kinda sick for a while."

Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "How'd that happen?"

Sam frowned. "Theo."

His face changed to a disappointed expression. He knew he was affected by Theo's actions too, but he only hoped his kids didn't get hurt.

Sam noticed his silence and smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I found out what happened, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help heal you, but my body wouldn't even let me move unless I needed to puke."

Noah's expression softened. "You don't have to worry about me, kiddo."

Sam's smile grew a bit more. 

Hours had passed and the boys had come back with Kira, along with the sheriff being discharged.

The teens met up with Stiles' dad. They had gotten news that someone had found a new group of dead bodies under the substation that the boys were at the other day.

They watched as nurses walked by with bodies in black bags on gurneys and brought them into the morgue.

"Who found them?", Stiles asked his dad. Despite the improvement on the sheriff's health, he still looked exhausted.

"Argent.", he replied. "And he said the Doctors were down there."

Sam frowned. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is." He trailed off. "They said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"Hey," Scott said, "what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies."

"Why would they do that?", Kira asked. The teens had updated her on everything that had previously happened after she left.

"Maybe they're covering for it.", Stiles suggested. He looked at Scott. "Protecting it as a parent would."

"Protecting what?", Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," Scott replied.

"The Beast of Gevaudan.", Sam said. "Also known as the Beast," Kira added. The sheriff just looked at the kids, so confused.

"We know. Horrifying.", Stiles said.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish.", his dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

The sheriff had the kids go to school after missing out on so much.

Suddenly, the PA system came on, "By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown.", they heard, shocking the students. "All after-school activities are canceled until further notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

Their eyes widened as two cops with rifle guns walked past them in the hall and other students looked at them worryingly.

Sam and Scott saw Stiles talking to a cop and they quickly joined them. "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?", Stiles asked the deputy.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things," he said. "and he wouldn't officially say why."

Stiles looked at his friends with an annoyed expression. He couldn't blame the sheriff, though. He almost lost his job because he couldn't solve the murders caused by the supernatural issues. 

"Did he say anything unofficially?", Scott asked.

"No.", the deputy replied. "But everyone's got a theory."

"What's yours?", Stiles asked. "I shouldn't even be talking to you guys.", the deputy dismissed, ignoring Stiles' question. "Don't you have class?"

"Come on, Strauss," Stiles said. "What's your theory?" Strauss glanced over at the other two deputies standing at a distance before he leaned towards the teens and whispered.

"Do you guys believe in the supernatural?" The teens looked confused, feigning innocent curiosity.

Turns out that some of the cops suspected the incidents to be of supernatural occurrences.

The teen quickly dismissed the deputy, laughing it off before leaving the school. Sam followed Scott who found Liam. The supernatural boys looked at each other in surprise as they looked over towards a door.

"Is that it?", Sam asked them. Scott nods as they had found a door to a room that led to the Dread Doctors.

Scott took a breath as he slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slid the door open and they froze once they were faced with a gun pointed at them.

They let out a breath once they saw Chris. "Holy shit…", Sam muttered, a smile growing on her face in relief. 

Chris seemed relieved as well and placed back his gun into his belt. Scott suddenly frowned as he sniffed.

Chris caught on. "You didn't," Scott whispered.

"I had to," Chris replied. The teens peeked around Chris' shoulder and saw a familiar face.

Sam glared at Chris. "Really?" Who stood behind them was Chris' father, Gerard. He lost a lot of weight. He looked malnourished, and very pale.

"Hello, Scott. Samantha.", the older man greeted.

Sam growled and Scott's eyes turned red. "That's a new color on you, Scott.", Gerard said and looked at Sam. "Seems the bite kicked in as well."

"You want another one?", Sam threatened.

"Who's the old guy?", Liam asked. "Gerard.", Sam replied.

"At the moment," Gerard chuckled. "they would call me a necessary evil. But yes, my name is Gerard."

"What were you thinking?", Scott asked Chris.

Chris frowned. "That we need him."

"He's right.", Gerard agreed. "If you want to catch a werewolf-like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

Scott looked at Sam and she sighed. This again. She hated using the Argents for their issues.

Chris stepped forward, "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything is written and everything passed down."

Scott stepped forward as well. "You sure about this?"

Chris sighed, "Take a look." He motioned the teens to follow him. They walked into another room and saw a painting on the wall at the far end of the room.

They walked up to it. There was a drawing of two beasts attacking each other. One of them had flames coming out of its mouth and bright orange eyes.

That beast would be considered Parrish, but Scott wasn't sure. The other Beast looks like a giant werewolf, a bit bigger than the flame engulfed beast. Both had one of their arms up, ready to attack each other. The bigger beast had a hold on the smaller one and had his hand wrapped around its arm.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Chris explained. He looked over at Scott and Sam. "Do you know what the other one is?"

They both shook their heads.

"The Hellhound," Gerard said. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them knows what they are.", Chris added.

"Kinda like Jackson…", Sam muttered, making Scott look at her in realization.

"What is it?", Chris asked the boy.

"Stiles and I found a message in Latin…", Scott explained. "Damnatio Memoriae."

Chris's eyes widened as he looked back at his dad. "They want it to remember itself.", Gerard informed.

"That might give us time.", Chris said. "Time for what?", Liam asked, worried.

"To prevent this.", Chris replied as he stepped up to the painting. He placed his hands on the wall and lowered his head. Then he started kicking the walls and destroying the tiles as they hit the floor.

Sam frowned as she looked at the mural. Her eyes widened as she nudged Scott and pointed at it after Chris had finished.

The two beasts weren't just fighting. They were fighting on top of a pile of dead bodies in a field. Chris stepped back as they all just stared at the drawing in shock.

"Who are they?", Liam asked. "Us.", Sam replied. "It's all of us."

Liam looked at Sam and Scott in panic. Immediately, Scott started to talk with Chris to figure out how they would stop the Beast.

However, Sam tuned them out as her ears were filled with sounds of distant screams and growling. Her heart raced as she stepped towards the painting and held her hand out to touch it.

The moment she touched the painting, she was now in the lacrosse field. There were people running around and screaming, tumbling over dead bodies and scattering.

She turned and saw the Beast standing in the middle of the field and growling loudly.

She frowned as a bright orange light caught her attention. Once she turned around, her eyes widened to see Parrish engulfed in flames.

Parrish walked up to the girl, a blank look plastered on his face. "Death is coming.", he muttered and she took in a gasp, her vision coming back to the Dread Doctors operating room.

She let out a sigh, as Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?", Scott asked.

"The lacrosse field…dead bodies…and the beast. I'm starting to think this is gonna come true.", she said, looking at the painting and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Gerard and Chris exchanged a look of understanding.

The next day, Sam rushed to the Sheriff's station. She had to get answers. Parrish was the hellhound? How? Why?

Once she got in, she made her way to Parrish's desk while he was looking over some papers.

"Can we talk for a sec?", she asked the deputy. Parrish looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Jordan, this is serious.", she said, frowning. His eyes widened and he stood up, motioning her to follow him, and she did just that. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"Well… you wouldn't happen to have any type of apocalyptic dreams, would you? No dead bodies at the school? No beast on the lacrosse field?", she asked.

He looked at the girl with wide, confused eyes and shook his head. "No, why?"

She sighed. What did that vision mean then? Was it wrong? Was he not the hellhound?

She took out her phone and showed him the picture of the painting. "Look, this is you and the Beast fighting each other."

He looked at the picture with furrowed eyebrows. "When I touched it, I saw the Beast standing on the Lacrosse field. There were screams and people running away and then you showed up in flames. Saying something about death is coming."

His eyes widened, "Does anybody else know about this?"

Sam shook her head, "I figured I'd just go straight to the source."

He frowned and looked at the picture then back at her. "Why would I say "death is coming" ?"

Sam shrugged, "I've got no clue either."

It wasn't good. Parrish had no idea and they were back to being frustrated with not knowing the beast's next move.

Malia came back with Deaton and Braeden after battling her mother.

Apparently Deaton had been captured and held hostage this entire time. It was relieving news that he was back and safe.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large…something.", the trip heard Hayden's sister say.

"I've got eyes on the same thing.", another deputy said. "Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown."

The teens felt their nervousness wave in the jeep.

"Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medics on the way.", another deputy answered.

Deaths already. This wasn't supposed to happen… 

"Do you have a perp insight, Unit Six?"

"10-4," Dispatch replied, "can you say what kind of animal?"

"Some kind of rabid animal."

Hayden's sister's voice came through, "Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

 "Looks like a 10 91E.", they hear.

Sam gave Stiles a raised eyebrow. Stiles shook his head. "Animal attack." She nodded in understanding.

Stiles grabbed the radio and pressed the button, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

The teens jumped, hearing Stiles' dad on the line. "Stiles, get off the radio." His dad replied angrily. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge southbound on Beachwood.", they heard Hayden's sister say.

"All units, this is dispatch.  We've got a 911 call with additional sightings on Mitchell. This thing is either moving fast, or split in two."

Sam frowned. How fast was this thing moving? "Wait a second." Stiles spoke up. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed for the hospital…", Sam said in realization. 

Stiles quickly took the radio and spoke into it, "Dad."

"Stiles, get off of this channel.", the sheriff fussed. 

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." Scott's eyes widened. Melissa was working tonight.

Stiles pressed in panic. "You hear me? It's headed for the hospital.", he repeated, speeding up.

Scott hurriedly called his mother and she quickly answered.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?", Melissa asked. "You gotta evacuate the hospital, now!", Scott replied. "Okay, they're making an–" 

She stayed silent. Then all of a sudden, sirens went off. "I think Dispatch just called in." 

She hung up. The trio all looked at each other in despair.

"Need eyes on Parrish.", they heard the sheriff once more. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

The dispatcher's voice spoke, "All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running."

Parrish. 

"Clark, disregard.", Sheriff Stilinski said and the teens sighed in relief.

The trio quickly ran into the hospital after arriving and looked around. They jumped at the sound of a cocked gun and turned around to see Stiles' dad. 

Sam frowned as she looked at the gun he held. "That's not gonna do it.", she muttered and froze as she felt a heavy presence moving around in the hospital.

The beast was already here.

Shit.

They stayed silent as they heard a thud and a growl.  They looked above them, hearing the growls get louder.

Sam tried to detect which floor the beast was on and who else was there. There were other people up there. Patient, doctor or otherwise.

"Fourth floor.", she muttered and led them up to the fourth floor.

Once they arrived, they saw flames in lighting up in certain areas of the hallways. That was definitely Parrish's work.

The hallway lights flashed and dimmed, causing a difficulty with seeing things clearly.

The sheriff stepped in front of the teens, holding up his gun and looking around as he led them down the hallways.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a huge fireball flew past them. They looked to see where the source of the thrown ball had come from and saw Parrish being thrown back into a wall, his flames quickly dying out.

Parrish looked back at them, his eyes sparkling a bright orange. He was wounded. He had three large, deep claw marks on his chest.

His eyes slowly dimmed out as he began to fall into unconsciousness.

The sheriff walked over towards Parrish with Sam following behind him. Parrish's eyes were open, just blank. "Parrish? Are you okay? Deputy!", the sheriff exclaimed, calling the young deputy. Parrish awakened and looked at Sheriff Stilinski.

Parrish looked at both the sheriff and Sam in confusion as his body quickly healed. Her eyes widened. She didn't know he could do that…

Now he just looked dirty.

Sam looked back at Scott and Stiles, getting up and following them. Scott's attention was focused on the floor and Sam followed his gaze. A large bloody paw print was plastered on the floor. It had to have come from the beast.

However, the large bloody paw prints turned into smaller bloody footprints. Scott and Sam raised an eyebrow at each other.

Who was the beast?

[reidiot]

teen wolf it's all about these handsome men and their countless mental health issues. change my mind you won't.

[sapphireginger]

The day Claudia died Stiles didn't just lose his mother.

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Cradling Someone in Their Arms

@badthingshappenbingo​

[mercheswan]

“There you do Dad, everything settle for tonight’s big auction” Stiles said pating his fathers back.

The Sheriff’s office was holding a Valentine’s Day auction, in which the deputies auctioned for dates to raise money for the department. You know, fighting supernatural monsters every month was... expensive. The Sheriff put all the Pack to help, in fact, Mason was going to be the event’s host.

“I’m still not really convince about this” Jordan said joining the conversation.

“You have nothing to worry about... I bet you’re going to be the highes bid of the night” Stiles said. “I’m face I’m pretty sure that a very threatening readhead, is going to try and win a date with you tonight” Stiles whispered into the deputies ear, making Jordan blush. “Let’s see how you do old man. I’m sure some lady, or gentleman, will try and have a date with the Sheriff, there are many people into authority” Stiles teased.

“But I am not participating” Noah smiled mischievously.

“What are you taking about? You’re on the program, in fact you’re the last one of the night. See, here, STILINSKI” Stiles showed the program to is father.

“I am not the only Stilinski in Beacon Hills” Noah smiled.

What?

Oh no.

“Stop lying it’s not funny” Stiles looked at his father very serious.

“Why would I participate in this when I have a very young and handsome boy who can easily earn more money than me. Do not let me down, you’re representing the Stilinski men after all” The Sheriff said mockingly before leaving an astounded Stiles behind.

“You can ask Lydia to bid you for you too. But I’m sure you’ll be fine” Jordan added.

Dad... I’ll make you pay for this...

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“Come one Stiles, stop acting like that.” Scott tried cheering his best friend up.

“Betrayed by my own father...” Stiles babbled words complaining about the situation.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. And maybe you can get a Valentine’s Day date with someone interesting” Scott suggested.

“Gee that’s for reminding me that I was going to spent the day, alone, not like you lover boy...” Stiles groaned.

“Look I promise to bid for you okay?” Scott smiled encouragingly. Stiles smiled back.

The event was a success. They were all types of people. Families supporting their relatives, young and old people. They were all having fun and there really wasn’t an atmosphere of competitiveness, which helped Stiles to calm his nerves.

Jordan was going before him. Stiles tought that he should have closed the event but... he was the Sheriff’s representative so... he has to be the last one.

As Stiles predicted Jordan managed to ear a lot of money, 840 dollars, to be more exact. Stiles was pretty sure that Jackson and Ethan had helped Lydia a bit.

It was time.

“A last but no least, please a big applause for Stiles Stilinski. We all know him, he is the Sheriff’s son. A very handsome young men with a bright mind and tongue, so ladies and gentlemen don’t hesitate, he is totally date material” Mason introduced making the people on the room laught but at the same time, making Stiles die of mortification.

“What the hell Mason” Stiles hissed to his friend.

“Well start the auction with 20 dollars” Mason announced. Scott raised his hand and Stiles thanked him. “Excellent. 50?” Mason asked. Malia raised hers. “Great, 75?” An old lady from the first road raised her hand. “100?” A group of teenage girls shouted. Stiles breathed out, well it wasn’t so horrible.

“One thousand” a male voice said loudly causing the room to silence for a second of shock. Stiles’s heart started to beat out of control. What the fu-. People looked at the source of the voice, but Stiles found him before anyone else. Theo.

Mason composed himself from the surprise. “Oh wow, look at that... that’s big, okay... one thousand for Stiles. Does someone give more?” He asked.

Stiles was looking at Theo. The chimera was leaned on the wall with a stupid and confident smirk on his face. What was he planing?

“Well, finally someone with game” Another voice sounded in the room. Stiles turned to look at it. Peter Hale. “Two thousand” Peter said. Ah no. This was not happening. No, no, no. Beacon Hills top two psychopaths were bidding for him, what have Stiles done to deserve this.

Theo separated from the wall looking at Peter with a threatening glare. “Three thousand” He shouted.

The room was out of control. Everyone was gasping and clapping. Stiles felt dizzy.

“Five thousand” Peter said with a playful smirk looking at Theo. The Chimera looked ready to attack.

“Dad... dad do something” Stiles whispered to his dad.

“You’re doing great!” The Sheriff gave his son an encouraging thumbs up. What the hell. No!

“Make them stop!” Stiles hissed.

“All money it’s welcome” The Sheriff whispered back.

“Six thousand” Theo raised his bid.

“You don’t even have that money!” Stiles complained.

“I’ve just turned 21. I gained access to my trust fund” Theo claimed.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Are you going to waste all your money in getting a date with me!?”

Theo was on the front row now. “Maybe I think you’re worth it” Theo said seductively at Stiles. Stiles really goes that the light helped to cover up the little blush of his cheeks. Damn you Theo.

“Eight hundred” Peter laughed. Stiles bet he was enjoying taking something away from Theo. He wa evil like that.

Theo growled. Out loud. “Ten thousand!” He shouted. Stiles saw people recording the whole thing. Everyone was so entertained.

Stiles saw Peter smirk but before he could talk Malia. Literally. Sank her claws into his father’s arm. “No more. You’re not having a date with me ex boyfriend” Malia growled softly. Peter rolled his eyes but nodded.

“But you’re donating the eight thousand to the department Hale... you owe the Sheriff’s department a lot” Noah proclaimed.

So that meant...

“Oh! So it’s ten thounsand. Ten thousand, final bid. Perfect, Mr Raeken you won yourself a date for Valentine’s Day” Mason declared and the room cheered and applauded.

Theo wore a bright smile in his face. Did he really wanted the date that much?. Theo looked at Stiles winking him with a devilish smirk.

Omg I’m having a date with Theo Raeken.

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Stiles discovered really quickly that Theo knew him very well. He had prepared the date with detail and Stiles enjoined everything. It was romantic but not overwhelming. When Theo confessed that he had always had a crush on him. Maybe Stiles should have acted differently. He should have waited a little longer. Maybe it was the fact that he was alone and that Theo understood him better than many people. Maybe it was some stranger phantom of Valentine’s Day. Whatever the reason were Stiles kissed Theo and sparks flew. They ended up spending the night in Theo’s apartment. But Stiles has the feeling that everything’s was going to turn out just fine.