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crazyinluvfix · 7 months ago

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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: after a lot of research, a lot of arguing, and a run in with a mysterious stranger, stiles and sera come to the conclusion that scott is a werewolf. sera struggles with this fact while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.

WARNINGS: none

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After practice, I headed straight to my shift at the hospital - an internship I got thanks to Ms McCall.

I was eternally grateful. Not because I had an affinity for medical care, but because a girl needs to eat. And nowadays I would rather suck my blood from a bag rather than a jugular; morality and all that.

The boys shot me a text saying that they were going to pick me up when I was done so we could continue last night’s target of finding the body, or at least just Scott’s inhaler - collateral damage.

I easily spotted Stiles’ Jeep, skipping over to hop in after watching Stiles kick Scott into the backseat.

“Man, that’s so unfair! Why does she always get to ride shotgun?” Scott protested, now sulking in behind us.

When I got in Stiles put his hand on the headrest of my seat to turn back to Scott, “Because it’s her seat.”

I stayed silent, my satisfied smile spoke for me.

My seat. It truly was. I was in this passenger seat more than anyone else so we dubbed it so. It was such a known rule that Stiles had even started to enforce it.

As we drove, Scott noticed me keeping my bag securely on my lap, rather than chucking it to him.

“What’s in the bag?” he pointed to my heavy-looking, extremely full bag.

‘Dinner,’ I wanted to say. But I didn’t. “Oh, just homework,”

Then Stiles looked over too, “God, your teachers must hate you.”

“I don’t know what it was.”

Me and Stiles wanted to go over Scott’s sudden, unnatural aptitude for lacrosse.

“It’s like… I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” It seemed as if it didn’t make sense to him either.

“And that’s not the only weird thing…” his tone almost sounded worried, meanwhile Stiles was just intrigued. “I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear… smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what,” I inquired with a short laugh - I was trying to make light of the situation, but the more he spoke the less funny it became. Maybe it was all just placebo after thinking he got bit by a wolf, that’s what I’d go with.

Scott sniffed the air, “Like the mint mojito gum in Stiles’ pocket.”

Stiles scoffed, reaching down to prove him wrong, “I don’t have any mint mo-” and there it was. The half-wrapped stick of gum lay on his palm.

“Ew,” I muttered, trying to divert my feeling of unease.

“I’m scared that I’ve got some kind of infection from the bite or something,” Scott rambled like he was scared he was dying, although he seemed far from it, “like, what if my body is just flooding itself with adrenaline before I go into shock!”

Noticing the smirk grow on Stiles’ face as I waited for his witty remark.

��You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this,” he stated as if he was suddenly a biology expert. Scott looked over with hope.

“It’s a specific type of infection,” his hand on his hips as he stopped in his tracks, feigning seriousness.

“Are you serious?” Scott questioned, knowing it was probably one of his jokes, but he was too desperate to care.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded and I rolled my eyes, obliging him since I was curious about where this was going. “It’s called… lycanthropy,” he stated solemnly.

I fought the urge to sigh, or even laugh, but I waited for Scott’s reaction first. Seems like we were on the same wavelength here… except my concerns were a little more real.

“What’s that?” Scott asked, his tone building in worry, “Is that bad?”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles agreed quickly, shaking his head, “the worst.”

Scott got just a little more pale as Stiles carried on. “But, only once a month.”

“Once a month?”

“Mhm,” I stepped in, donning the same earnest expression as the boy to my left, “on the night of the full moon.” I felt Stiles’ eyes travel to me and out of the corner of mine I caught his smirk, a silent communication as to what we would do next.

We turned back to Scott and howled in sync, I put my hands around my mouth to amplify the dramatics before we both burst out laughing at Scott’s unimpressed look, him moving forward to push us.

“Not funny, guys, there could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott stomped on the dry leaves and we continued walking.

“I know! You’re a werewolf!” Stiles put his hands up and growled like a monster.

Again, Scott’s only reply was a glare. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding.”

“I’m not,” I mumbled softly toward the ground, but they both turned around and questioned if I said something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I looked up and shook my head innocently.

“Look,” Stiles always tried to lighten the mood, “just saying, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon,” he ran with the joke, reaching back to tap me on the arm to ask if I heard that one. I didn’t want to laugh, but he was just too good.

Scott just ignored us - he had learned that was best sometimes - instead, mentally scanning the ground. “I- I could’ve sworn this was it.” he squatted down to examine what wasn’t there further. “I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler.” He started to root around in the leaves, retracing his steps.

“The killer might’ve moved the body?” I speculated, because he was right, it was gone, I couldn’t even smell blood anymore.

“Well if he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like 80 bucks,” he grumbled saltily.

Over the noise of our banter I must’ve missed the sound of footsteps because, in a moment of silence, I picked up another heartbeat, turning to the side to see a tall man dressed in all black staring ominously in our direction. My arm outstretched to hit Stiles and my leg to kick Scott, but before they could complain, they saw him.

Scott shot to his feet as the man started to walk over.

“What are you doing here?” his voice boomed as he approached, clearly scaring the two boys on my either side as I heard their heart rates pick up and Stiles’ hands fidgeted frantically.

We obviously didn’t answer quickly enough because he spoke again, “Huh?”

I waited for Scott or Stiles to reply first, but they were frozen, I sighed.

“This is private property,” the man warned, the dark tone in his voice unsettling.

Then I smelt it… Wolf.

I stepped up, putting on my best, well-practiced innocent face, and looked up at him. “Oh! We’re sorry, we had no idea. We were just looking for something my friend lost,” my wide eyes sparkled, but he didn’t seem to fall for it, instead, his eyes lingered threateningly on me for a few seconds longer than they did on the boys.

A moment of eerie silence came over us before he swiftly took something out of his pocket and threw it into Scott’s hands. His inhaler. Then, without another word, the man walked away, but not before giving me another creepy death stare.

When he was a few paces away and the boys were still a little too shaken to talk, I broke the tension and chuckled. “Well, he was creepy,”

If my suspicions were right, I knew he heard that.

Stiles spun on his heel to face us his hands jumping up and he looked at Scott as if he was stupid for not reading his mind. “Dude!” he took a step closer so he could talk quietly, “That was Derek Hale! You remember right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“His family all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago,” he continued, but I wasn’t listening. I checked out the moment he said ‘Derek Hale.’

So I was right.

The Hales were a notorious werewolf pack down here on the West Coast, but I had no idea they were still around! I had also heard that they were a different type of wolf… stronger, as they were not bound by only turning on a full moon. But I didn’t exactly know how ‘different’ they really were.

And if that was true about the Hales… then I was correct about Scott.

I stayed up the whole night thinking.

Was I a bad friend for not telling them what I already knew? For making them figure this out for themselves while I could easily explain? Yes.

Was it selfish of me to keep such a big part of my life from them when they were the two most important people in my life? Also yes.

But all of this was for their own good. At least that’s what I kept telling myself to distract from the constantly looming cloud of guilt that hung over my head.

Matters only got worse when Stiles messaged me in a panic. A confirmation. They found animal hairs on the body. More precisely, wolf hairs.

The next day I got into school considerably late and very sleep-deprived - because despite what the fairy tales say, vampires still need their beauty sleep.

I was practically dozing off in third-period Chem without Stiles there to keep me awake since the team had a mandatory practice before the big game this week, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom and wander around the halls.

“Now listen, McCall. You’re gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you’re getting it from because there is no way you’re out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

I stopped my stroll around the halls at the sound of a familiar voice from around the corner.

“Oh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids?”

Then Scott.

I poked my head out around the corner - Jackson had definitely noticed something was up and Scott wasn’t doing a very good job at keeping it a secret. This wasn’t good.

Crash. “What’s going on with you McCall!”

“You really wanna know?”

Uh oh.

“Well so would I! I can see hear and smell things that I shouldn’t be able to see hear and smell! And I-”

“Woah woah woah,” I ran over, replacing Jackson’s hand on Scott’s shirt with mine and pushing Jackson away, standing in between them.

Jackson looked furious, if he were in a cartoon smoke would be coming out of his ears. I stared him down.

He scoffed and took a step back, “You need your little friend to come rescue you?”

I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.

“Goodbye, Jackson,” I gave him a fake smile and waited for him to leave.

When he kept his eyes on us as he walked away. “I’m onto McCall. I’m gonna find out what it is you’re taking and I don’t care how long it takes.”

Once he had turned the corner I focused my attention back on Scott.

“Thanks, Ser-”

My hand took hold of his collar once more and did the same move Jackson had just done, another crash as he hit the lockers, his eyes wide and confused. “What were you thinking!”

“What do you mean!” he was incredibly confused.

I sighed, realising he doesn’t know what’s going on at all, so I let go. “You can’t just go around telling Jackson Whittemore this stuff! I know you’re scared but he is the last person you should trust.”

The way his expression dropped told me he knew I was right. But our little interaction was cut short by Coach screaming that their break was over.

“Listen,” Scott started as he stepped back towards the door of the locker room, “I’ll see you later at the game.”

“The game? I thought Stiles told you-” but he left before I could finish my sentence.

“Stiles!” I hurried over to where he sat on the bench, his leg bouncing frantically as he chewed on his bitten fingernails.

His head flicked in my direction, a look of relief on his face, “Sera! I haven’t seen you all day,” he stood up quickly and put his hands on my shoulders to make sure I was really there.

“I came in late,” I brushed it off.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

His head shook vigorously, “He wouldn’t listen. I’m waiting for him to come out so I can try again.”

Just as he said that I saw Scott walking out onto the field and we both approached him, trying to stop from going out onto the field.

“Scott!” Stiles shouted, his voice breaking as he practically bashed the helmet out of his hands.

“Look! I’m playing the first elimination guys, can it wait?” Scott threw his hands up in annoyance, completely ignoring our desperation.

“Man, just listen!” I put my hands on Scott to physically bring his attention to us.

Stiles spoke and he spoke fast. “I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis on the body came back from the lab in L.A. and they found animal hairs on the body from the woods!”

But Scott was already leaving. We chased after him, no longer bothering to keep our voices hushed.

“Wait! Just hold on!” I reached to grab his sleeve but he was too far, “You’re not gonna believe what the animal was!” Still, he didn’t look back.

Then it was just me and Stiles again. Scott was long gone, but I still finished my sentence, quietly as if only to myself, “It was a wolf.”

For the entirety of the game I could not tear myself away from Stiles on the bench, I simply sat down on my haunches beside him. The more I watched Scott the more my nerves started to skyrocket.

If he was good last time, he was phenomenal now. Before, it was unusual. Now it was plain unnatural the way he swerved and dodged, moving with agility that wouldn’t be out of place in a superhero movie. He even did a whole ass flip over three of the players, that was the kicker. I looked up to Stiles who was already looking back down at me, sharing my loss for words.

Once the game was over we were too lost to join in on the cheering. I knew what was up, and it scared me to know that Stiles knew it too.

Was it so crazy to say that Scott was a werewolf?

“So… what exactly are we looking for again?” my eyes wandered over to Stiles at his computer while I lay on his bed, filing my nails.

He was practically buzzing after popping a couple Aderalls the second we got back from school. “Something… Anything!” His hands continued their frenzied typing, the clicking of the keys becoming a soothing background noise.

This was more or less me and Stiles’ typical Wednesday night - him doing whatever at his desk and me simply just being there so I didn’t get too bored sitting at home alone. To be fair, we usually didn’t have the constant impending sense of doom over the fact our best friend might be a freaking werewolf.

But even though we were both here, we hadn’t directly discussed our thoughts or theories, we didn’t really have to. But my anxiety was starting to escalate. “Okay, Stiles!” I speak louder - I had been saying things here or there but he’d been too in his own world to hear.

Finally, he spun his chair around and looked at me with wired eyes, “Hm?”

“What are we doing? What are we thinking?” I longed for a peek into his brain on a regular day, but today I really wanted to delve into those spinning cogs.

He paused to find the words. “We are thinking… There is something seriously up with Scott, and dare I say it- something not even human,” a sigh left his lips that he had bitten to pieces. The way he said ‘we’ instead of ‘I’m thinking’ was almost a plea for agreement, to tell him he’s not going crazy here, and if he was, at least I’d be crazy with him.

I nodded. “Yeah…” it was hard for me to know how much I should or shouldn’t say, or what I could say. Because I knew a lot more than I was letting on, and it was a shitty move - but the more he figured out about Scott… the closer he got to knowing my truth.

Silence hung in the air for a minute before he called me over with a wave of his hand.

“Come, look at this,” he swivelled his chair back around to sift through the myriad of tabs he had open that made his computer run slow and make an awful whirring noise.

My feet carried me to stand behind his chair, bending down to have a look at the screen.

‘Lycaon’

‘Wolfsbane’

A bunch of gory, ancient images littered the screen as he pointed out key phrases from each website.

And then, finally, the word ‘WEREWOLF.’

He must’ve noticed my wide-eyed muteness as he prompted a response out of me.

“Well?” he waited. “Listen, I- I know it sounds crazy, I know that. But… tell me this doesn’t make perfect sense?”

“You’re right,” I admitted candidly. He was.

“Look I’ve texted Scott… I figured he’s the one with all this he should be here to hear it.”

I was left to wonder how Scott would react to all of this; but the fact Stiles had accepted it so quickly was a wonder in itself. Secretly, I think he loved it all a little too much.

Knock knock.

When two loud bangs came from the other side of Stiles’ door he practically jumped out of his skin, luckily I was behind him to hold his chair upright, puting my hand down on his beating chest that he clutched with his own.

I tiptoed toward the door, reaching for the handle, but it opened before I got there.

There he was, his trademark crooked smile plastered on his lips as he could tell from our faces that he had scared us.

“Get in here!” I beckoned.

That’s when Stiles scrambled up to drag Scott in by the collar and pushed him back to sit on the bed while he paced around the room, finally sitting down in his chair.

“I’ve been reading,” he spoke at the speed of light as I took a seat next to Scott.

“For hours,” my hint of sarcasm didn’t seem to be appreciated, so I let him continue.

“Websites, books, all of it!”

Scott chuckled, “How much Adderal have you had today?”

“Unimportant.”

I turned to whisper one last thing before I shut up, “A lot.”

“Remember the joke from the other day…? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked clueless.

“The wolf– the bite in the woods!”

Still nothing.

Stiles shot up out of his seat. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?” His hands were flailing about like they always did; sometimes I genuinely thought he moved faster than me, and I have super speed!

“Should I?”

It was a rhetorical question.

“To signal its location to the rest of a pack! So if you heard a wolf howling that means there could’ve been others nearby, maybe even a whole pack of ‘em!”

The poor guy had not taken a break since 3 o’clock. I got up and stood at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder for him to take a breath, “Shh.”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked, now intrigued.

“No…” Stiles had finally calmed down a tad, “werewolves.”

My insides physically churned upon hearing him say it out loud. Scott however, did not look impressed. He stood up and grabbed his bag, ready to walk out, “Man, are you seriously wasting my time?”

Stiles was about to step forward, but I took over, moving my hand in front of him to signal I had got it, and my other one a bit rougher to Scott’s to stop him from leaving. “Look dude, I saw you on the field today, Scott. What you did today wasn’t just incredible… It was impossible.” My eyes softened, trying to reason with him.

He was about to retort when Stiles jumped back in, “People can’t just do that overnight! You flipped over 3 guys, Scott,” Stiles almost laughed, “Since when have you been able to do that, huh? I mean- your speed, your reflexes! And there’s the vision and the senses,” he listed everything off on his fingers.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you don’t need your inhaler anymore!”

“Okay, dude! I can’t think about this now, we’ll talk tomorrow.” He somehow brushed off everything thing we had said as if it was the latest school gossip.

But I was now consumed by the same fever as Stiles, scampering up to him and taking him by the shoulders, raising my voice to their volume. “Tomorrow?”

“What!” Stiles added.

“No!” our pleas ping-ponged back and forth rhythmically as we begged for him to just listen. “The full moon’s tonight! Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do!” Scott pushed back, but there was nothing in our eyes other than concern for him… and Allison.

“Everything in my life is somehow perfect, for once! Why are you trying to ruin it?”

I could physically feel the shift in the air as Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, taking in a lungful of air. “We’re trying to help,” his sincerity was like a pang to the heart.

“You’re cursed, Scott.”

That somehow hurt even worse.

It was a fact. But I found myself longing again for just a glimpse at what he really thought. Did he think his best friend was a monster? Did he think less of him? My questions were inherently selfish; I didn’t care what he thought about Scott - not nearly as much as what he thought about me. Because imagine how he would feel discovering his other friend is even more cursed, riddled with a dark history of deceit, horror, and even murder.

But this wasn’t about me. “Scott, he’s right,” my face turned just as solemn.

“You’re not only about the risk of you physically changing… it’s also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Ah, my old friend. I was one to talk.

“Bloodlust?” his repetition was incredulous.

“Your-” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Your urge to kill.”

Scott practically seethed as his eyes flicked between us, “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Sera.”

But before I could offer a witty retort of my own, Stiles had begun reading a passage from one of the books on his ransacked desk, “‘The change can be triggered by anger or anything that raises your pulse,’” he snapped the book closed and I half-flinched.

“Alright? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date.”

Scott knew he was right, but I could hear the anger raising his pulse right there and then as Stiles shot towards his bag, scrambling around to get his hands on Scott’s phone to do it himself. “Screw it, I’m doing it myself.”

The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.

Scott’s voice shouted louder than I’d ever heard it, his actions much more aggressive as he practically flung Stiles against a wall in protest for his phone. A fist aimed at his best friend’s face, and his arm swinging back to push over the chair.

Too fast for either of them to notice I ran forward and intervened, pushing Scott’s now heaving figure away from a shellshocked Stiles. No one spoke.

Until Scott.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

“I gotta get ready for that party.”

Tension in the room hung heavy, it was safe to say that was an unexpected turn.

And me? I was still stuck worrying that either of them had noticed the speed at which I got to them or the strength at which I countered Scott.

But when I finally came to my senses, I knew there was only one thing I could do.

Wordlessly I put my arms around Stiles, his naturally finding their place around my shoulders as I listened to the sound of his breathing.

Whatever was going on with Scott, I would take care of it.

The best way to stop Scott from doing anything stupid tonight was to keep an eye on him in person. He was with Allison at Lydia’s party, which naturally had half the entire school there even though it was announced just yesterday.

Which in turn meant that it might be a little more difficult to spot him than hoped.

Since I had come with Stiles I was immediately roped into one of his and his nerd friends’ conversations about something I had no clue about - it sounded like a foreign language. He could tell I was a little out of place, so he stuck by my side, his hand snaking around my waist as nothing more than a friendly gesture.

While we waited for a gap in conversation to seek out Scott, one of the jocks from the lacrosse team ‘bumped into me,’ a typical cocky grin on his lips. “Sorry, babe.”

It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.

“Come here, I’ll get you a drink to make up for it.”

Gross. Stiles noticed the interaction and audibly scoffed, but I ignored him.

“Ew?” I said simply in the guy’s face, pushing him away with my fingertips and shooing him off.

This little interaction made the boys we were standing with suddenly aware that I was in fact a girl, and a popular one at that, turning them all even more awkward in the blink of an eye - Stiles found this incredibly stupid.

“Hey,” my demeanour screamed boredom and he must’ve noticed. “You go have fun. We can find Scott later, we’ve got plenty of time.”

My eyes lit up. ‘Thank God.’ “Ugh, you’re the best, Sti,” I grabbed his hand with both of mine and walked away, dropping it when out of reach. “Love you, man!” I pointed a finger at him before turning and skipping away.

There was a collective gasp from those boys, so shocked that Stiles could get a girl to say she loved him.

Poor losers. They’re lucky Stiles was a little nerd at heart because he was way too cool for them.

Outside seemed like my best bet to have some fun. Everyone was dancing, drinking, making out. This was my scene. You never outgrew a high school party (unless you were my buzzkill of a twin brother); just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you have to stop living.

I found some guy to dance with to kill my time, sipping a drink out of a red solo cup, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for that pesky little werewolf on the prowl somewhere.

And as we moved, there he was. He still looked very much human, and Allison didn’t look horrified, so it seemed as though we were all good.

The night moved quickly, 40 minutes had felt like ten and now there were even more people to block my watchful eye.

I could smell dog - or wolf rather - over the alcohol and teenage B.O., so Scott must be nearby.

But as soon as I told myself not to panic, my phone rang.

STILES…

Stiles

SCOTT

MISSING

CAN’T FIND HIM

GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath, causing the guy I was with to give a dumb ‘huh?’ which I waved off, excusing myself and running back into the house.

I soon found Stiles who was standing at the front door, keys in hand and ready to hit it.

But when we got to Scott’s house he had already left out his bedroom window. He would be back, there was no point in chasing him - not on a full moon, not out there.

Stiles went to sit on the bed while I paced, putting a hand on my forehead.

“Listen,” he stayed calm in an effort to soothe my nerves, “he’ll be back soon. I can take you home and I’ll come back to wait for him, I know you haven't been sleeping well.”

I spun on my heel to look him in the eyes, sincere enough to make my hand drop-down. “It’s fine you don’t-”

“Come on,” he stood up, not letting me finish and I didn’t want to argue - he was right, I was stressed, tired, and could not pull another all-nighter due to supernatural stress.

I was an overthinker in life, that was only amplified with being turned.

“Okay…” I admitted defeat, a once-in-a-lifetime thing to hear from me. Stiles even raised his eyebrows in shock that he didn’t have to do any more convincing.

“Thanks,” I paused, looking up at him. Maybe this was his way of making it even after I saved him from Scott earlier; he was the only one who ever saw that I needed saving sometimes too.

Late-night rides in Stiles’ Jeep were always a comfort. Music on, but not blaring, yet loud enough for me to sing along - quiet enough to hear my soft melodies over the recording.

I got him to drop me off down my road (as usual), using the excuse of ‘not wanting my brother to see me sneak back in.’

But the walk up to my house felt like a walk of shame. Every time I lied it felt worse. Especially to him.

After opening my door I sped straight up to my room, my swirling thoughts refusing to quiet for one second. I felt so alone in this fabricated life I had made spun. I couldn’t tell Scott or Stiles what I knew, and they were the ones fucking involved!

So I did the only thing I could do and called my brother.

“Damon?”

Immediately, he could hear something was up. Yeah, he was a rude, stone-faced, ladykiller (literally), but I saw his true heart of gold, just like when we were kids.

“Sera? Hey, what’s up?”

Where do I start?

Werewolves. My best friend being one of them. Thinking there might be more.

It was a long conversation.

After getting everything off my chest and a nice glass of bourbon, I slept like a rock.

In the morning, Stiles had finally managed to find Scott, picking me up on the way, but I wasn’t much entertainment. I was still half asleep, leaning my head against the window while I yawned.

“You needed that sleep, huh?” Stiles teased, wanting me to admit he was right to send me home last night.

My pride was too strong, but I did crack a smile, “Shut up.”

And soon, we saw a familiar, shirtless frame, wandering alone down where the road met the trees - did he have any idea how much of a werewolf cliche he was?

The car stopped beside him and he saw us, stopping to get in, looking downright shaken.

When he unlatched the door to my side he opened his mouth to tell me to get in the back, but Stiles interrupted before he could.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, hands still gripping the wheel, “you know the drill, climb through,” he nodded toward the back.

My smile widened. It had become a given.

Scott went to protest that he had just been gallivanting through the woods for a night, but Stiles cut him off with another noise, pulling a disgruntled sigh out of Scott as he dove over the middle console.

The drive was unusually tense. A strong vibe of ‘I told you so’ came off both me and Stiles that coerced Scott into silence who now felt bad for the way he reacted yesterday, because we were right.

After about 3 minutes, he finally spoke, “You know what worries me the most?”

Stiles craned his neck back to see his friend curled up against the metal frame, his face unmoving as he was still angry. “If you say Allison I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now,” he whined, not listening.

“I doubt that,” I interjected, “But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or you could tell her the truth,” Stiles shrugged as we both cast looks at him to tell him that was stupid. “And revel in the fact that you’re a freaking werewolf!”

“But really, we’ll get through this,” he continued, not only looking to Scott but to both of us. “If we have to we’ll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.”

There he was. His tone was lighter again as he reached down into his bag to chuck Scott the shirt he brought for him since we were headed straight for school. It was Stiles. He couldn’t stay mad for too long, not at something he found as awesome as this.

It left me with a glimmer of hope.

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a/n: things are getting tense… check the series masterlist at the top for other parts x leave liked and comments !

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Kai Parker: 𓏲ּ ghostface au! 𓂃

after you caught his eyes, he had an inexplicable curiosity over you. every step you took, every conversation you had with other people, he was there, watching you from afar. of course, that didn’t sedate his curiosity over you. so, when someone in your orbit ventured a little too close, he took matters into his own hands—quite literally. he gutted the perceived threat, the world around him narrowing into a singular focus: you. to him, it wasn’t just a crime; it was an artistic expression, a violent confession of his feelings woven into a tapestry of blood and chaos. He crafted his work with meticulous care, each stroke of the blade a declaration of his affection. yet, in the heat of his actions, a twist of fate caught him off guard—there you were, witnessing it all. Elena Gilbert: 𓏲ּ halloween costumes 𓂃

caroline's halloween party loomed on the horizon, a spectral deadline that demanded perfection. every cobweb, jack-o'-lantern, and plastic skeleton needed to be meticulously placed. the entire event had to be flawless, a masterpiece of festive horror. you, however, felt a different kind of dread. social gatherings weren't your forte, and the thought of navigating a sea of costumed strangers made your stomach churn. but elena, with her infectious enthusiasm, had other plans. she'd already amassed an army of costumes for you to try on, each one more outrageous than the last. as she twirled before you in a dizzying parade of personas—from sultry vampire to whimsical fairy—her eyes sparkled with anticipation, silently demanding your opinion on each piece of clothing she’d modeled on herself. Elena Gilbert: 𓏲ּ cookies and kisses 𓂃

elena passion for baking was palpable, even if she wasn't a seasoned expert. what truly brought her joy was your presence in the kitchen, your willingness to join her culinary adventures. she cherished those moments when you'd sample her latest creations, those little baking treats she'd present with such enthusiasm. as you took that first bite, elena's eyes would light up, watching intently for your reaction. the moment you'd let out a contented groan of approval, a proud smile would bloom across her face, warming her from within. in those sweet instances, she felt a sense of accomplishment that went beyond the mere act of baking—it was about the connection, the shared experience, and the simple pleasure of making someone she cared for happy through her heartfelt efforts. Bonnie Bennett: 𓏲ּ season of the witch ( witch!user ) 𓂃

bonnie had gone to your place for witchcraft lessons, bringing some herbs you had specifically asked for, and of course, she brought the most important thing she needed for the lessons. herself. she knew that the lessons you were teaching her were more advanced, and that she needed to pay attention but as you began to explain the complex theories and gestures, she found her concentration wavering. your shoulder pressed against hers as you demonstrated a particularly intricate hand movement, the warmth of your body so close to hers, the subtle scent of herbs that clung to your skin, the intensity in your eyes as you spoke of each spell - it all combined to make her head spin.

Damon Salvatore: 𓏲ּ lost in your iris 𓂃

damon tried to fight his feelings for you, but you were his weakness. he sees you completely, and he’d do anything to have you near him. every glance you exchanged pulled him deeper into a world only you inhabited, where his heart raced and his resolve faltered. he yearned to lose himself in those captivating eyes, longing to feel the gentle spark of your existence beside him. Klaus Mikaelson: 𓏲ּ so confusing 𓂃

klaus wrestled with uncertainty, his feelings for you a tangled web of emotions. some days, he was convinced you harbored a deep-seated dislike for him, your every glance and gesture seeming to confirm his fears. other times, he caught himself nurturing a grudging resentment towards you, though he couldn't quite pinpoint its origin. despite all of that, he persistently suggested grabbing drinks. it had become his go-to solution, a way to bridge the gap between you two–or perhaps to blur the lines of your complicated relationship. so, inevitably, you'd find yourselves perched on barstools in some dimly lit establishment, nursing your drinks, surrounded by the hum of stranger's conversations. the atmosphere was always thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. sometimes, you'd manage to fall into an easy rhythm, laughing at shared jokes and swapping stories about your day. in these moments, the confusion would recede, and a genuine connection seemed possible. but more often than not, an awkward tension would creep in. silences stretched too long, laughter felt forced, and both of you would become hyper-aware of every word and gesture. ( this is actually my fav rn!! )

Klaus Mikaelson: 𓏲ּ his muse 𓂃

klaus always found himself getting lost in the dance of his hands across the canvas, transforming the lifeless white expanse into a vibrant masterpiece. the studio was his sanctuary, a world inhabited only by his artistic vision and you—his ethereal muse. in his eyes, you were the embodiment of perfection, and his brush strokes captured your essence without flaw. the art, a mirror of his perception, revealed no imperfections, for in his mind, you were utterly flawless.

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Dean Winchester: ๑ ︵ angels and halloween ( angel!user ) ᵎᵎ

you were an angel, which meant that you had no idea about humans, especially in their tradition of halloween. so when dean catches you staring at the halloween decor, and costumes in a store, he goes out of his way to make this a memorable halloween for the angel. he planned an elaborate evening, starting with pumpkin carving. your first attempt at pumpkin carving was... unique. the face you created had a lopsided grin and mismatched eyes, one comically larger than the other. next came costume selection, where the two of you went to the nearest halloween, a warehouse-sized space filled with endless racks of costumes and accessories. you browsed through countless options: superheroes, movie characters, mythical creatures. dean suggested a sexy devil costume with a mischievous grin, but you firmly declined, not finding the humor in it. ( i think this is my top 2 fav! )

Dean Winchester: ๑ ︵ insatiable ( vamp!user ) ᵎᵎ

dean’s fangs throbbed with an insatiable hunger, a primal urge he struggled to contain. every pulse of blood rushing through nearby veins called to him like a siren's song. the warmth radiating from human bodies sent shockwaves of desire coursing through his undead form. but resistance only seemed to intensify the craving. his heightened senses picked up on every nuance—the slight sheen of sweat on exposed skin, the rhythmic thump of hearts, the tantalizing scent of life itself. through it all, you observed him drinking in his struggle like a fine wine, with a knowing smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. your eyes sparkled with amusement, fully aware of the internal battle raging inside dean. you knew exactly what he craved—what he needed. and yet here you stood, taunting him, daring him to give in to his darkest impulses.

Dean Winchester: ๑ ︵ dark magic ( witch!user ) ᵎᵎ

dean wasn’t that awfully nice when it came down to witches or anything surrounding the supernatural. everything he stood suddenly disappeared when it came to you, logic fled and instinct reigned. your very existence seemed to weave an enchantment around him, bending his iron will as easily as a whisper bends a candle flame. in your orbit, he became a different man—softer, more open, as if you alone held the key to unlocking a hidden part of his soul. but your influence was not without cost. your magic, steeped in shadow, left a trail of upheaval in their wake. chaos bloomed wherever you tread, a dark garden of your own making. ( not sure i might stick with this plot, but am so hhhng im lazy )

Dean Winchester: ๑ ︵ might say somethin stupid ᵎᵎ

after a long, exhausting hunt, dean heads to a nearby bar to unwind. weighed down by the night's events, he orders a drink and surveys the room. his attention is quickly drawn to a stunning individual sitting a few stools away. intrigued, dean moves closer, captivated by their effortless beauty and presence. deciding to engage, he buys them a drink and leans in, confidently flirting with a playful question about their relationship status, hoping to shift the mood and distract himself from the tension of the hunt.

Sam Winchester: ๑ ︵ bloody date ᵎᵎ

it was catastrophic. sam knew, deep in his bones, what you truly were. he might have chastised himself for harboring feelings for you, convinced he was teetering on the edge of insanity as his heart clenched painfully within his chest at the mere thought of your presence. but fuck, you were worth it right? this date, however, shattered any remaining illusions. it was meant to be an intimate affair—small, meaningful, a cherished memory in the making. well, you sure as hell made it memorable for him to ever forget it. there you stood, fangs sunk deep into your helpless victim, crimson rivulets painting the edges of your mouth like some macabre artwork.

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Brahms Heelshire: ୭ ∿ i'll be good ∿

you had reluctantly accepted the nanny position, despite the suspiciously high salary. the isolated manor and eccentric heelshire family raised red flags, but desperation silenced your misgivings. nothing, however, could have prepared you for the absurdity of your charge – a porcelain doll named brahms. initially, you played along with the charade, following the strict rules set by the heelshires. but as days turned to weeks, an unsettling truth emerged. the real brahms was no doll, but a grown man, which in hindsight would be something to be freaked out about but for you it was fine, however the fact that the brahms could be a little too clingy was the problem. simple errands became ordeals. attempts to leave the property triggered tantrums, brahms clinging to you not wanting you to leave him.

Patrick Bateman: ୭ ∿ touch starved ∿

patrick never considered himself a touch-starved person. in fact, he often thrived in the artificial perfection of his meticulously curated life. he relished the combination of power suits and high-stakes finance, his existence orchestrated with a calculated precision that left no room for vulnerability. but from the moment you entered his life, everything changed. he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, craving your touch in a way that defied his logical mind. in the upscale restaurants you frequented—places with starched tablecloths, crystal stemware, and prices that made most people wince—patrick's behavior shifted noticeably. while he once sat rigidly across from his dining companions, maintaining a respectable distance, with you he couldn't bear even that small separation. he'd guide you to the plush booth seating, sliding in close enough that your thighs touched beneath the table. as you perused the menu, his arm would find its way around your shoulders, fingers absently tracing patterns on your skin. during the meal, he'd lean in unnecessarily close to murmur observations about the food or other patrons, his breath warm against your ear. as the evenings wore on, patrick found increasingly creative ways to maintain contact. he'd reach across the table to adjust your napkin or brush an imaginary crumb from your cheek. Patrick Bateman: ୭ ∿ feeling bratty? ∿

patrick felt more on edge as time passed, a tightening coil of frustration that wound ever tighter within him. when the tension reached its boiling point, he reacted instinctively, striking out like a stray cat cornered and threatened, hissing and baring its tiny fangs. in that moment of vulnerability, his anger found an outlet in the nearest target—unfortunately, that target was you. deep down, he recognized his own insufferable behavior; he could feel the weight of it pressing down on him. he watched as you scoffed at his provocations or simply ignored his taunts, and each dismissive reaction stoked the flames of his irritation. the more you turned away, the more desperately he sought your attention, despite knowing the fire he was playing with could easily burn him.

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Soldier Boy: 𓂃 ꒰ freak show ꒱

Ben never imagined he'd find himself at the entrance of a peculiar circus, its weathered sign proclaiming "freak show" in faded letters. for weeks, vought's pr team had hounded him relentlessly, insisting that this appearance would be "good for public relations" and "humanize" him in the eyes of the masses. ben had scoffed at first, but their persistence wore him down like water on stone. now, here he was, surrounded by wide-eyed gawkers and the constant buzz of excited whispers. as the show began, ben found himself oddly captivated. each act was more outlandish than the last - contortionists twisting their bodies into impossible shapes, fire-breathers painting the air with flames, and strongmen hefting weights that should have been beyond human capability. but then, as the ringmaster's booming voice announced the next act, the tent fell into a hushed silence. a single spotlight illuminated the center ring, and ben's breath caught in his throat. there you were. the aerialist.

Stiles Stilinski: 𓂃 ꒰ favorite monster ꒱

stiles was well versed when it came down to the supernatural, he read every book, myth, and stories when it came to the supernatural. was well aware of the dangers of ghosts, werewolves, vampires the whole gist, you name it he undoubtedly knows it all. of course, you were a different case, a unique case that even though he knew the dangers about being a vampire he couldn’t for the life of himself get away from you. every late-night conversation and shared secret made it harder for him to keep his distance. as the two of you walked through the forest, discussing everything from pop culture to existentialism, it was at the very instant that your sudden laugh made his heart race. the warmth in your eyes and the way you would brush your hand with his rendered him utterly transfixed. he wondered how it was possible to feel so electrified and safe in the presence of someone who was, by all accounts, a threat. Stiles Stilinski: 𓂃 ꒰ you're ghostface ꒱

stiles didn’t know what to expect when the rumors of a serial killer began circulating in their small town. the gossip, dripping with fear and intrigue, shattered the fragile peace of beacon hills. as he stumbled through the dimly lit alley, the unmistakable glint of a knife illuminated by the flickering light from the nearby streetlamp caught his eye, and as the scene grew clearer, every hope he'd entertained shattered like glass. you, standing over a crumpled figure on the ground, the knife still gleaming in your hand, ghostface mask perched above your head. stiles had known you—i mean, really known you. the fact it was you, who was said killer made his stomach churn. he felt as though the ground had been pulled from beneath him, leaving him suspended in disbelief.

Madison Montgomery: 𓂃 ꒰ bitchy!user ꒱

madison's initial reaction to your caustic demeanor was a blend of irritation and intrigue. it catches her off guard; she's unaccustomed to having her façade challenged so directly. your unwavering stance and refusal to be cowed gnaws at her composure, chipping away at the armor of superiority she's cultivated. yet, beneath her outward indignation, she finds herself grudgingly impressed. your razor-sharp retorts and quick wit present a novel challenge—one that simultaneously infuriates and exhilarates her.

Madison Montgomery: 𓂃 ꒰ tobacco lips ꒱

before her death, madison was already dead inside. numb to the world, she craved to feel—anything. she chased oblivion through a haze of flesh, drugs, and alcohol, desperately seeking to drown the echoes of her past. each indulgence was a futile attempt to erase the memories: her mother's absence, her asshole of a father, the relentless scrutiny of the press, and the string of lovers who had taken pieces of her without leaving anything in return. she had found her way to the nearest bar, her face, heavily caked with makeup, felt like a mask weighing her down. her once-pearly teeth, now tobacco-stained, hid behind a sneer. the dress she'd chosen, meant to turn heads, only succeeded in making her look cheap rather than alluring. she navigated the crowded gathering with a practiced arrogance, projecting an aura of superiority she didn't feel. a fresh cigarette dangled from her lips, the filter stained with lipstick—a silent testament to her desperation. her words flowed freely, empty promises spilling from her mouth to the eager ears of men old enough to know better. then, through the haze of smoke and poor decisions, she saw you. beautiful, poised you—the coven's rising star, their future supreme. you stood surrounded by distinguished men, everything madison's admirers lacked. everything madison herself lacked. shame crashed over madison, as darted out, trying to get away from your sight.

might fix some of these but …. probably not anyway! @eppwtf on c.ai 😛

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inlovewhithafairytale · 10 months ago

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

⛥⛧Pilot-01x01

part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Supernatural masterlist.

STRANGER THINGS

I'm right here (Billy Hargrove)

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

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mysticallystilinski · 1 year ago

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vampire | v. stiles x fem!reader | angst/hurt

summary: void stiles may be bad, but not in your eyes. you soon realize that everyone else’s view of him was true.

warnings: angst, swearing, manipulation, abuse and mention of murder

♫ ( vampire - olivia rodrigo )

a/n: { this is based of olivia rodrigos new song vampire! it’s so good and void just fits the part of it. i am also in no way romanticizing abuse or murder in this imagine. }

cause i’ve made some real big mistakes

“void.. hear me out, i promise i didn’t mean it.” you say in a seemingly calm tone. your mind was the exact opposite of your words. you did mean it. you meant every part of it. it was never supposed to come out, void should have never known you’ve loved him.

“just shut up y/n, i know you weren’t lying.” he spits out. “you need to really use better choice of words, cause jesus you’re not in love with me.” void sat while you were up looking down at him with tears in your eyes.

but you make the worst one look fine

“it’s not my fault she got in the way.” he laughs. “VOID YOU KILLED ALLISON.” you yell. under your breath “you killed my bestfriend.” void gives you a demeaning look. you have to think, why does everything he do have to be perfect in his eyes.

“it’s seriously not that big of a deal y/n.” he gets off his seat and heads to the door. you grab voids arm and say “seriously?”. “you act like what you did was nothing.” you spit out. your body fills with rage as your mind keeps repeating the moment you found out what he did.

out of the corner of your eye, you see him produce a slight smirk.

i should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night

“void, why do you only come out at night.” you snickered. there was a long pause on the phone call suddenly left with a groan. “why do you always ask so many questions.” he says back.

“it’s not my fault i want to actually see my boyfriend.” you said with a chuckle. the line goes dead silent once again. something was off with void today but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact problem.

“maybe you can come over in a few.” you suggest. “i think it’s better if i come over later.” he retorts. does he really think i’m that stupid.

i used to think i was smart, but you make me look so naive

“y/n, when will we ever get to meet this boyfriend of yours”, lydia asks questioningly . the whole pack turns their head to look at you, except for of course stiles.

“he’s always really busy, you know.” kira gives you a questioning look. “he always seems to be busy, doesn’t he?” scott remarks. scott and lydia seemed to be the ones most interested in what is up with your boyfriend.

“guys i know you think he’s up to no good, but believe me; he is just really busy.” you cough out. you try to convince yourself of the words you’re saying, but each day it’s harder to lie to yourself. maybe he just is really busy

the way you sold me for parts, as you sunk your teeth into me

you cry out in pain as void sinks his teeth into you. it wasn’t as bad as last time, but you have to suck it up for him. this is the only way he could get his power to be with you. his teeth seeping into your flesh made him feel better.

soon after void is finished with you he lets go, “you did so good y/n.” you wince out in pain as he runs his finger over the newly bitten mark in your flesh. you flinch when he puts his mouth down to kiss it. he slowly backs away from your skin and gives you a less than compassionate smile.

“it will be over soon little dove, just a little more.” he grasps at your hand to hold it. “you’re doing so good already, why stop now”, he chuckled. you gasp in pain as he sinks his teeth into you.

only a few more minutes

bloodsucker, famefucker

the marks were soon gone as void gave you some of his power to regenerate your skin. it still hurt but he seemed to be more compassionate this time around. it was hard to be around void in this time of night, he liked to get dark and you didn’t understand how concerning it was.

he liked to be rough with you, in many aspects. but if it was enough to stay with void, you would do anything to make it happen. he was like a bloodsucker, but you never realized it. he would suck out all of energy from you, and never replenish it. he is a vampire in that aspect.

bleeding me dry like a god damn vampire

“y/n, Y/N, are you okay??” scott yells. you aren’t able to hear him well as your hearing is fading in and out. you feel yourself being rolled somewhere. “scott, where am i?” you muster up the strength to say.

it was hazy all around you. you couldn’t seem to pinpoint where you were. you heard ringing in both ears and you felt hard lights upon you. “where, where is he?”, you manage to say. “don’t worry, stiles is on his way.” you feel yourself go down the long hallway faster and faster. “no- no, not stiles.” you begin to feel your surroundings.

it seems to be that you’re at a hospital. your only thought is to where void is. is he okay? “where is void.” the spinning stops, and you are faced with scott to the side of you.

“what are you talking about?”

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scarltzwitch · 3 months ago

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MASTERLIST: Requests are open, I write for Logan Howlett, Steve Harrington, Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Dean Winchester, Rooster Bradshaw, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Daemon Targaryen, Damon Salvatore, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale and more.

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selmasemlan · 4 months ago

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Be Mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I'm back with another part of this fic. I just can't stop

Warning: cute shish, none

Word count: 821

Series Masterlist

Be Mine

The summer air in New Orleans was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant sound of jazz drifting through the streets. Luna and Marcel found themselves strolling along the banks of the Mississippi River, the setting sun casting a golden hue over the city. It had been a summer of adventures and unexpected moments, each day weaving them closer together.

As they walked hand in hand, Luna couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest. Their friendship had blossomed into something deeper during their time together in New Orleans, and she wondered if Marcel felt the same way.

Marcel, ever perceptive, sensed Luna's quiet contemplation. He stopped by a wrought-iron bench overlooking the river, gently guiding her to sit beside him. Luna nestled close, the warmth of his presence comforting and familiar.

"You know," Marcel began softly, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "this summer has been... extraordinary."

Luna looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. "It really has," she agreed softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Marcel reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Luna's face. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together," he confessed, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Luna's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She searched his eyes, finding warmth and affection mirrored in their depths.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Marcel continued, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness. "Luna, would you... would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The question hung in the air, filled with hope and vulnerability. Luna felt a rush of emotions—joy, excitement, and a deepening affection for the man before her. She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the warm evening air.

"Yes, Marcel," Luna whispered, her voice barely above a murmur but filled with certainty. "I would love that."

Marcel's face broke into a wide, radiant smile, his relief evident. Without hesitation, he pulled Luna into his arms, holding her close as they savored the moment. Luna melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of unspoken words and uncharted promises between them.

They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft murmur of the river and the distant jazz music providing a gentle backdrop to their newfound happiness. Marcel twirled Luna playfully around, causing her to giggle uncontrollably, their laughter mingling with the music of the night.

Their laughter filled the air, and Marcel pulled Luna closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he murmured against her skin, his voice full of emotion.

Luna smiled, her heart swelling with love. "I think I might have an idea," she teased gently, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Marcel chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, the warmth of his lips a perfect match to the summer evening.

As they pulled back, Luna rested her head on Marcel's shoulder, sighing contentedly. "This feels like a dream," she said softly, her eyes closing as she relished the feeling of being so close to him.

Marcel kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "If it is, I never want to wake up," he replied, his voice a low, comforting rumble.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the gentle sounds of the city around them. Eventually, Marcel stood, taking Luna's hand in his and leading her to a quiet spot by the water. The city lights reflected off the surface of the river, creating a magical, shimmering scene.

Marcel pulled Luna into another dance, their movements slow and intimate. "Dance with me," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Luna nodded, her heart full as they swayed together under the stars. Each step felt like a promise, a silent vow of the love they were just beginning to explore.

When the night grew darker, they finally made their way back to the bench, sitting close together as they watched the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. Marcel draped his arm around Luna's shoulders, pulling her into his side.

"I can't wait to see where this takes us," he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.

Luna looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "Me neither," she replied, her voice filled with hope and excitement.

In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of New Orleans and the warmth of each other's embrace, Luna and Marcel knew they were embarking on a journey that would be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. The summer had brought them together, and now, their hearts were intertwined, ready to face whatever the future held.

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aloneatpeace · 5 months ago

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 21

Stiles gets out of his jeep and speed walks towards you “hopefully your filed trip ended because we got a lot to catch up.” He doesn’t wait for you to say anything taking your hands in his he starts to pull towards his jeep.

“Stiles wait!”

Sam and dean also straighten up “yeah hold your horses buddy.” Dean says

Stiles turn to them with a lost look on his face “sorry, we have really really urgent matters to discuss.”

You sigh grabbing on to his arms halting him his place “Stiles they know.” stiles head whips towards you he leans towards you his forehead touching yours as he whispers.

“What you mean, like know what we know, are we talking about the same thing.” Stile’s frown “how did you get that?” he points at the dried blood and now freshly formed scar on forehead of yours.

You lift your point finger and lightly pushes stiles face away from yours “yeah, they’re hunters. I’m fine it’s nothing.”

Stiles nod in understanding before exploding with loud yell that make you and the Winchester brothers to wince at the loudness of his voice, stiles arms wrap around yours and inches away from the brothers his eyes trained on the brothers with a glare that made the eldest Winchester to sigh in annoyance. “What do you want her?”

“Stiles, they are good one, grams introduced me to them, we even went to wendigo hunt.” You speak up breaking away from his grip. Though stiles still have his hands on you.

“What?”

“Yeah, we killed the wendigo you don’t have to worry about that.” sam says with hoping to calm your friend.

Stiles eyes sparkled a smile break into his face he pushes you away “There is dead body here, a wendigos dead body.!”

Sam and dean glance at each other the sudden shift of mood of the male in front of them maybe be sam shouldn’t have mentioned that.

“that’s so sick, can I see?” stiles turn to you “why didn’t you bring we with you. wait do they know about your?” stiles vigorously motion his hands.

“No, stiles, yes, they know about me. And behave new people remember.” Your shoulders slumping stiles nod before turning.

“Hi, I’m stiles her best friend” he eagerly smiles at Winchester brothers his hands out to shake it sam and dean shake stiles hands warily, introducing themselves respectively.

Sam and dean nod “if you need anything just give us a call” the oldest Winchester says “Your grams have our number.” The younger Winchester added.

“Now that you guys know, who the alpha is be more cautious” Sam suggested taking his hands out of his pockets.

"I will, you guys are professionals. We could use your help."

“Yeah, I’ll text too.” Stiles said.Dean close his eyes “please don’t” he mutters.

“How much do you know about supernatural creatures?” stiles continue.

“They know more than we know stiles, it’s their family business.”

Stiles mouth forms into ‘o’ shape “like the Argents.?”

Dean shrug “Kind of but it just the two few of us and we know how to hunt almost everything.”

“That’s amazing” stiles had wide smile on his face and his eyes shining.

“I can see why the two of you are best friends” dean whispers under his breath in amusement.

“We should get going now, stiles?”

Stile’s nod “Yeah, we need to get to scott fill him in on everything.”

“It was nice meeting you two, you both are amazing.” You smiled glancing back and forth between the Winchester brothers.

Dean grin at you “glad you think so sweetheart, wouldn’t want a pretty girl to think badly about me” he dismisses Sam’s bitch face.

“You’re shameless, dean Winchester” you tease nudging his side.

“I think I’m adorable” he quickly recounter smiling when he sees you smile as well “all jokes aside call us when you need us.” He adds.

You nod and turns to sam “Are you guys going straight to the next hunt?”

Sam nod “We aren’t injured badly so I think we can take them down.” Dean nod at Sam’s words. An apathic look on your face has sam sigh “Don’t beat up your self for what happened back there.” opening his arms Sam smile at you before wrapping his arms around you leaning down to meet you. “Take care of yourself.”

He pulls away with squeeze “you too” you say after giving the brothers final glance you leave pulling stiles away towards the jeep.

Sam smile at you watching you and stiles leave while dean lean against his impala with content expression.

“that’s a cool car by the way” stiles yell making dean smirk in pride.

“Do you think derek’s going to be alright?” you ask as stiles starts the jeep

He shrugs “yeah no I don’t think we can get rid of him that easily.”

“Stiles.”

“fine”

You and stiles run through school hallway searching for scott on the way recounting about your encounter with a wendigo.

“So, the three of you get yeeted in air by that thing and you can heal people.” stiles theorized you hums in agreement. Stiles falls silent when danny comes out of boy’s locker room.

“Where did the two of you went?” he asks “you missed the game and you didn’t even come.” He said looking at you waiting for explanation.

Stiles roll his eyes “She had an appointment with her gynecologist, is scott in there.” He asked hurriedly.

“Don’t try to fool with her vagina, her ass scared to get go anywhere near a gynecologist after watching jane the virgin.” Danny remarked.

You gasp in horror at their banter.

“Is that what you two talk about all the time?” stiles blurred with a confused look on his face finding scott long forgotten.

“Okey, what the fuck is wrong is you two. Don’t talk to me for two to four businesses days.” You roughly push stiles and danny away entering the locker room.

Scoot stands up from the bench with towel around his waist, he probably heard your conversation, sighing you sit down “Not a word” you say before scott can ask you is that where you really went.

He nods before leaning towards you sniffing the air around you “I smell blood, gunpowder and cheeseburgers”

You back away “dude put some clothes on before you do that” you point at his naked chest “Yeah, a lot happened.”

Stiles comes in and sit down next you “did you really mean that.”

“Yeah, now shush stiles.”

“Peter hale is the alpha” you said without waiting any minute scott eyes widen at the he turns towards you and stiles.

“What?”

Stile nod before nonchalantly adding “and derek might be actually dead right now?”

“Wait, what?”

Stiles side eyes at scott “say something other than what.”

“Ha? Wait... hold on does that mean.” Scott trails off.

You cross your legs over the other “yep, he killed his niece to become an alpha also in order to regain his strength from being half burned and now probably on his way collect his beta which you and kill us all.”

“This couldn’t get any worse.” Stiles remarked.

“You know me very well don’t you” a husky voice commented from the dark the and a shadow of comes into your vision scott strengthen up and stiles gulp recognizing the voice scotting closer towards you.

“I really don't get lacrosse... When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes, and that they played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right?” he takes the lacrosse stick looking over it. “Hmm... I have a little conflict of me own to resolve, Scott... But I need your help to do it.”

“I'm not helping you kill people.” scott firmly states stalking towards peter without a fear as you and stiles watch the exchange from behind scott.

“Well, I don't want to kill all of them-- just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include...”

“Allison.” With a sigh derek step out the dark he doesn’t glance at the two of you his eyes fixed on scott though he can feel your disappointed glance.

“Why is he alive?” stiles whisper into your ears making derek close his eyes but he doesn’t turn towards the both you.

Scott looked incredulously at derek “You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?”

“It was a mistake...” derek mumble making the three of you stands shellshocked how easily derek sided with peter dismissing the fact his sister killer.

“What?” the three of you says in sync

“It happens...”

“Is he for real?” stiles mumble again.

Peter glance at two of you before turning to scott “Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We just really want to help you reach your full potential.”

“By killing my friends?” he said scoffing at peter ridiculous reasoning

“Not all of them” peter eyes fall on you making you tilt your head at him with watchful gaze on him stiles gulps holding on to your hands while scoot and derek throw suspicions glance at peter “Sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most.”

“If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut-job like you, I'm okay with that.”

“Maybe... you could try and see things from my perspective...” peter lunch towards scott with his claws out you yell at scott moving towards him but derek grab on you.

“He just wants to show scott what happened to us.” Derek said holding the two of you back from getting hurt from peter or you interpreting peter he’s not sure.

Peter dug his claws into the back of scott’s neck, scott wither his legs gives out, you glare at derek “let go now” derek look down at you before he knows he’s getting thrown across the locker room.

The red glow swirl around in your palm scott grunt in pain peter sticking his claws deep into his skin “hands off”.

Derek grunt from where he’s thrown in and before he can stand peter joins him wincing in pain, his claws had retread back to normal. “I forgot how painful it is.”

“Shut up”

You crouch down next scott stiles joins beside you with worried eyes his hands shaking your hands get bloody when you cup his neck scott wince, a green glow emits around your palm and scott relax he blinks his tears away “you alright?” panting he nods at you.

Stiles and you pull scott to sit up on the ground, peter and derek stands up walking towards the three of you.

Peter calls your name “I have no intention to hurt innocents, I was merely showing him what happened.”

“Oh really, then what about the Laura or the janitor. What did they do?” you taunted livid with his actions “and what about my friends that you’re planning to kill, how that you killing all argents is reasonable?”

Peter clench his jaw before compressing himself he crouches down your level and gives you a strained smile. “Did you know that they were humans were also burned to death in that fire, children they were innocents, and let me tell you the Argents are far from that. They are killers.”

“What happened to you two was wrong but that doesn’t give you pass to kill us. You already killed those who are part of it the whole Argent family is not the reason.” You argued stiles behind you tug your arms seeing how your words made both hales to look murderous.

“Didn’t Chris Argent threated to kill you, scott? didn’t he even shoot you one time.?” peter ponder looking at scoot who glare at him.

“Chris Argent is innocent it wasn’t him it- “you stop in midway, derek and peter caught your words as they look at you with narrowed eye.

The three-werewolf glance at the hallway, peter stands up “Seems like we have to cut this short.” He dusts himself off “you’re my beta scott like it or not we are bounded together.”

The three of sits on the ground “dude we are fucked.” Stiles mumbles

“Trust me…I know.”

The next morning you and lydia and Allison meet up at the grill, sipping on the beverages that you all ordered for yourself.

“So, Halloween party coming up do you guys have your costumes readied?” you ask putting down your ring.

“what’s the point I planned to do couple costume and jackson dumbed over text.” Lydia crosses her arms over chest.

“Right.” you hum “did he actually do that? Why all of sudden though.”

“Jackson gone nuts. What else.”

“Don’t be sad, you can wear the sluttiest thing now look on the Brightside” you smirk at her shaking her hands she slowly breaks into a smile

“Jackson gonna wish he didn’t break up with me”

“that’s the spirt and this is Allison first Halloween here. What are you going to be.?” You continue

Allison bites her lips “maybe huntress?” she shyly says.

“Any specific reasons why?” you fidget with your straw waiting for allison’s answer.

“Nothing really, my ancestors were hunters who hunted down beast like werewolf and stuff.” She answers.

“Then you can be witch.” Lydia said looking at you. “Since you know obvious reasons.”

You shake your head “bonnie is the witch this year.” You take a sip of your drink “I’ll figure out something, you two should go together, make jackson and scott jealous or some shit.”

Allison tucks her hair behind her ears “jackson said he will go with for the party.” She admits “that is if you're okay with it” she glances at lydia.

“Did he?” lydia did good job masking her anger with her false clam face but you sense her anger and sadness sweep out of her.”

“Uh-huh. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it, first.”

Lydia hesitantly nod “Sure. As long as it's just friends.

“Well, yeah. I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything...” Allison said cooly that you almost choked on your drink.

Lydia sits anxiously unable to form words, you sigh at two “You know, you two should work out that, I’m gonna go.”

On cue your phone rings stiles Id showing you stands up “you know girls should stick together a girl friend is so better than million boyfriends I’m not saying you shouldn’t go out or anything, just stick together alright and call me if you guys need anything.”

You stand behind table and bring them into hug “You guys are too pretty for any of them” you press loud kiss on both of their cheeks before leaving.

“So, what do we do with jackson??” stiles ask from the drivers seat the three of had been following jackson for good minute.

“Well, since he wants the bite and he already threatened scott to get him bite he’s not going to listen to us.” You say sitting between scott and stiles.

“I say we let get bite and be haunted by the Argents.” Stiles offers frowning when you raise your eyebrow at him “what it’s not like I’m gonna miss him or something.”

“We will talk to him first, there is nothings else we can do to change his mind, we are lucky jackson doesn’t knows about your powers.” Scott said with looking out the window.

“Scott you can’t save everyone.” You stated making scott glance at you the words seem to make him anxious. “If jackson goes to derek or peter, they will turn him and we can’t do nothing about it.”

Scott and stiles eyes nervously regard what you said “Well let’s hope, he doesn’t meet them.” stiles weakly offer with strained smile.

Jackson gets out his car slamming it shut loudly in empty parking lot he doesn’t trust scott help him get a bite seems like he needs to find a way to get it himself with a sigh he leans against his car look at his watch he takes out his phone ready call tow truck.

A black SUV pulls up in front of him and Chris Argent get out the driver seat with smile making jackson falter “Car trouble?”

“It's okay. I'm just gonna call a tow truck.” Jackson waves his phone nervously as Chris starts to gets gears to take look at Jackson’s car to see what caused the trouble.

Chris smile at jackson opening the hood of the car “Oh, I know a few things about cars. Could be something simple.”

“I don't know... I mean, it's a pretty expensive car, and they pull all this warranty crap if you do your own repairs, right?”

Chris smirks at the boys attempts to get him leave him alone “Well, I won't tell if you won't.” Chris went to the back of the car “It's Jackson, right? Come here. I'll show you what to look for.” Jackson knowing there is no way to escape and not make him look more suspicious than he already does walks towards Chris hesitantly. When looking down Chirs sees Jackson’s scratch his back of his neck, he lowers Jackson’s collar to see it more clearly

“Oh, sorry!” Chris says when jackson gets startled by him

“What?” his voice came out Shakey

“Your neck. You hurt yourself?” Chris asks with frown on his lips catching jackson eyes nervously shifting avoiding looking at his eyes.

Jackson evasively says “No. I mean, it's just-just a scratch.”

“Well, it looks like more than a scratch. Kinda looks like claw marks.” Chris makes jackson look at with unblinking focused eye contact makes jackson more nervous “You all, right?”

“Yeah. Look, I'm just gonna call for a tow truck, okay?” jackson dismiss his words ready to dial the number and get away from Chris Argent.

“Is there any reason you're so reluctant to tell me what it was that did that?” Chris Argents friendly smile long gone the whole façade turning into that of serious one jackson grip on his phone tighten.

Just then a loud honk catches their attention when a blue jeep comes stopping in front of them stiles throw his hands out waving at jackson “What's up?”

“Is everything okay?” scott asks innocently

you ask poking your head out and wave at Chris Argent he nods at you

“Hey, Scott. Your friend here was just having car trouble. We're just taking a look.”

“There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck.” Scott says as Chris Argent goes back to check the car again

“Yeah. You want a ride?” stiles asks but jackson hesitate considering his options. You push scott back lightly leaning towards to look at jackson.

“Come on in, jackson.” You nod at jackson looking at him in the eyes he nods back

“Hey, come on, Jackson-- you're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself.” Stiles lazily encourage him from the driver’s seat.

You motion him to come closer jackson compiles moving towards them just as Chris shut the hood “Hey, boys?” he comes to Jackson’s driver side and turns the key the car roar into life “Told you I knew a few things about cars.”

Scott had already got out of the car as Chris Argent makes way to his car you get out the car “Mr. Argent can you drop me off on your way, the boys said they wanna catch up on yesterday’s games.” You turn to them “isn’t that right guys.” You mouth them to say yes and they silently nod.

Chris Argent held your gaze with calculating look before nodding you bid your friends by good bye before getting in Chris Argent’s car.

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!VampireOC x !Nerdy Stiles Stilinski

This is the most toe-curling, filthiest, wtfest shit I've EVER written- I LOVE IT!!! Read at your own risk babes! (please request only if you want)

Tw: Minors DNI (18+), Nerd! Stiles, Mention of Masturbation, Teasing, Cute names(Biscuit, sweetpea, sweet boy, songbird), begging, Mommy Kink, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Mention of toys, Handjob, excessive amount of whimpers/Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Creampie.

Nova Bella Queens. A wealthy famous vampire that everyone knew, but they didn't know of her being a vampire. Instead, she had a reputation for being one of the smartest people in school, also being a goth, which means she consistently declined to help people do their work, only if she didn't like them. Like Brad, she didn't like Brad. Except when it came to the nerds that genuinely showed that they wanted higher grades. That led her to Stiles Stilinski. She never had talked to him, but boy was her eyes always finding him in a crowd. She had every class with him so she had more of the universe on her side but she never did. Not until today.... but we'll get to that in a bit.

She caught him staring at her in every class. After she first caught him- She waved at him, winked at him, brushed by him to tease him. That simple action drove him insane, causing him to run to the bathroom to remove the desperate feeling. She thought he was the most perfect human of them all. He was so nervous near her, his heartbeat consistently racing when she caught him staring.

Nova struts to the library, the direction she smelled her favorite human. It was their free period and she'd usually walk around but today she wanted to find Stiles. She found him sitting at an empty table, scribbling away on a paper for class. Nova smiles when she sees him. He has a highlighter on his pouted lips, his eyebrows still furrowed in concentration.

"Can I sit with you?" Nova asks, sitting down next to him before he can answer. He stiffens when she smells her perfume, knowing it is his biggest crush. Nova takes the highlighter from his lips, "It would help to answer if you don't have something in your mouth," Nova teases.

This could not be happening to him right now. One... his crush, the most beautiful person in the world, was sitting by him. Two, she was talking to him. Three, she was teasing him!

Stiles clears his throat, "Uh, of course, you can -I mean- you already are, but that's fine." Stiles cuts himself off with a groan. Nova laughs at his nervousness, her fingers now twirling the highlight with her fingers.

"It's okay, Biscuit; I'm not going to bite- Unless you want me to," Nova jokes. Nova was nervous as well, her hands feeling a bit clammy.

Now his chest was tight, his heart beating as fast as it ever went before. The name Biscuit causes him to hyperventilate. The simple but cute name is what he needed to hear, what he fantasized about for years. Not exactly what he fantasised but now? He was going to use that for later.

Nova frowns at him hyperventilating. This was the reason why she procrastinated talking to him for so long. Her Vampiric self always made people so nervous. Thus making her panic.

Instead, she gets out her book and begins reading it for class. A thing to calm her down, like she does to sleep at times. She was a fairly quick reader. She has the ability to read 357 words per minute, thanks to her vampire speed. Her finger still twirled his yellow highlighter, waiting for the shy boy to ask for it back.

Stiles shakes his head and pulls his fractured concentration back onto his work. He was a bit behind and now that Nova was here? He was sure that he was going to be even more behind. He pulls himself out of his thoughts once more and searches for his highlighter. He looks under his backpack and other places like his lap. That was before he found it in her small hands, twirling around on her ring-covered fingers.

Nova giggles teasingly, she places it in her bra, eyes locked into his wide ones. "Say please and I will consider giving it to you," Nova says in a hushed tone. His eyes trained on his highlighter that was stuck between her cleavage. He gulps heavily, and an audible sound is heard.

Stiles clears his dry throat, "Please..." He asks, sounding more like a beg. Nova tilts her head, her finger tapping her chin, acting like she was giving it a thought.

Nova leans toward him so close her minted breath moves his hair. "Please, what?" Nova starts. Now her lips brushed against his, almost pressing against his. His eyes widened more in a panic, staring right into her alluring eyes. "I know how you feel about me... How you ran to the bathroom to rub one out because I bumped into you- Go ahead, call me what you moaned in that stall," Nova finishes.

Stiles takes a second to recover his staggered breath. How did she know that? Was she a werewolf like his best friend Scott? Either way, he didn't care, the need to call her the name overrode his brain. "Please, Mommy..." Stiles begs.

In a flash, Nova takes the highlighter out of her bra and hands it to him. He shakily turns to his work, highlighting something slowly. She goes back to reading her book like nothing happened. He watches her, not being able to fully focus on his work. For now, she was looking at someone else's work, admiring Nova like she was like a sculpture created by the gods. So sinful but yet so divine. If only he knew what she was, and how impure she could be.

Nova knows that he is watching her. She knew how much control she had over him already. One of the small perks to being a Seduction Vampire.

This goes on for a bit before Nova scolds him. "Do your work, Biscuit. You don't want to get more behind now do you?" Nova asks, her angelic voice resembling a mother. Stiles shook his head quickly, as he didn't want to get too far behind like she had said.

After another bit of silence, Stiles finally finishes his paper. Nova smiles, praising him innocently. To him it wasn't innocent, the praise sprinting straight to his now tightening jeans. 'Why did he think it was a good idea to wear these jeans today' he internally cursed.

"Nova? Why'd you all of a sudden sit with me?" Stiles croaks without thinking. Nova hands him a water bottle from her bag, demanding him to drink up. Nova once again leans toward him, her body taunting him with how close she was. "I want to get you all flustered up... Wanna take care of you.... a pretty boy like you deserves it," Nova admits, whispering into his left ear. The confession drags a whimper out of his parted lips. "That being said, come with me to my house- My Father is out on a business trip so I'm all alone," Nova mentions. He nods staring into her vampiric eyes that glowed. She was going quicker than she wanted to but she needed to hang out with him. She craved to fluster him, she was addicted to his little blush... Addicted to hearing his blood rush to his groin- his heart and his whole body.

Stiles takes a drink of the water once again, gulping it down quickly. "Why would he leave you alone?" He asks with an innocent look on his face. Nova shushed him, she didn't want to get into it. Right then the bell rings. She gathers his stuff for him, neatly placing it into his bag. She guides him to her motorcycle outside. She places her helmet on his head, securely strapping it to his head. She sits down on her bike in a hurry, wanting nothing more for his hands to hold her. Stiles doesn't hesitate, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her waist.

She kicks off to drive, the wind now flowing through her wavy brunette hair. He could smell her shampoo, smelling like pure honey.

Once she gets home she drives the bike through the garage, double-checking if the doors are locked. She guides him quickly up the gothic stairs, Stiles turning to study the beautiful mansion in awe.

"C'mon, biscuit," Nova giggles. He obeys and continues to follow her. As he walked his eyes followed something else, her ravishing hips that swayed as she walked too elegantly up the spiral stairs.

They head to her room, Stiles looking around in awe. Her bedroom was huge, with a walk-in closet and a bathroom for herself. Her bed had black curtains matching the dark walls of the rest of the house. Her bedroom was a little different from the rest of the house, having a bit more color inside. She had a few pride flags, Led strips along with a Star tarot card tapestry that was pinned to the ceiling.

"You- have beautiful taste," Stiles compliments. It sounded better in his head.

Nova thanked him before grabbing his backpack and placing it in her closet. She then plops her plush body on her bed, patting the left side of the bed so he could lie down.

Stiles gulps and musters up a few bits of courage that he had and walks to lie down next to her. He hesitantly does so, not before wiping himself from dirt that he thought he had. He felt strange in an amazing house such as hers. He felt so strange to even be in her house- her room, lying next to a divine creature such as her. He'd only dreamed of it numerous times and almost everytime it lead the same way.

Nova brings him out of his thoughts saying something he didn't register. "Wha- What?"

Nova repeats herself, "Would you like to go swimming? We have a pool."

"Isn't it a bit cold outside?" Stiles asks innocently, subtly declining her tempting offer. It was fall, and tomorrow was fall break as well.

Nova laughed that sounded like a rich mother. "We have an inside pool, Biscuit. I can get you some swim trunks if you want to," Nova asks as she drags her body along the bed to get some. She comes back swiftly with two pairs of shorts, one ombre grey, and then a blood-red one. "These are my Sibling's trunks but they're working right now, I'm sure you heard of them," Nova laughs.

Stiles nods and grabs them, examining them. "Is that the one that is rumored to be genderfluid?" Stiles asks. He could recall hearing whispers of her sibling coming out as gender fluid on Instagram.

Nova nodded smiling brightly; She was proud of him for knowing the information about her family. "I only have one sibling, Kai; They're genderfluid and use They/them pronouns," Nova laughs, explaining her sibling's rumors. "The rumors are true."

"Where can I go to change?" Stiles asks changing the subject. She points to her bathroom and he blushes hard. "R-right." He could feel his ears become warm after the awkward interaction. As she walks to the bathroom, Nova walks to her closet, grabbing her bathing suit. She strips herself from her clothes and puts it on.

While she was putting on her shirt Stiles walked out of the bathroom and paused at the sight. Nova was in her closet, her bottoms were already on, and her back facing him. She had to tear his eyes off her plump ass as she puts on the top and attempts to tie the lace around her neck. He situated his trunks and walked toward her. He moves quickly, carefully grabbing the strings from her shaking hands. She holds her hair up as she does so.

"Thanks, Biscuit," Nova says as she turns around and faces him. She kisses his nose causing it to wrinkle.

"That tickled," Stiles pouted with a laugh. Nova joins his laugh with a small giggle and wraps her arm around his shoulder.

"C'mon, let us go swim, sweet pea," Nova says walking. Stiles walked as well, as she had ahold of his shoulders. He didn't argue, willing to go anywhere for her.

Then they headed downstairs and left from behind the stairs to a long hallway. Passing a few doors they stop at a door and head in. The room consisted of a rectangular pool with diving boards and a hot tub. The ceiling was better than the pool. It was pitch black with small lights that looked like stars. Sometimes the family would go night swimming but wanted to swim inside so they had this constructed. It was Nova's idea, but let us be real she got it from the Harry Potter film.

"Wow," Stiles whispers in awe. His eyes were wide, scanning the room. He was more focused on the hot tub than anything. He was excited. He wanted to consume its warmth while sitting with Nova. Maybe while Nova sits in his lap while they talk about meaningless things.

Nova points to a door next to the hot tub at the end of the pool. "That's a sauna if you want to use it, I kinda hate using it so only Kai uses it-" Nova begins explaining, mentioning her best friend who just happens to be her sibling.

Nova steps into the pool slowly, holding out a hand for Stiles. He takes it and she continues her speech. "Father is only here a bit. If he is here he usually has new arm candy, which means temporary food." Nova ends her rant.

Stiles couldn't help but feel bad for Nova. Her father sounded Horrible- like her father didn't care. "He sounds lovely," Stiles jokes.

Nova shakes her head in a grimace. Now the warm water reached her shoulders. "He isn't. I'm just glad he didn't raise me... My Uncle did. He was more around, He was the best!" Nova smiles brightly when she mentions him. "I'm telling you, Uncle Ian is way better than a father Barty can be. Ian once gave me 1000 dollars when my first girlfriend broke up with me- He took me to a spa and he made me get my nails done after! You would love him- Oh! We should introduce him to one of your friends um, Danny? Is that his name?" Nova asks.

Stiles raises his eyebrows in surprise at the mention of his not-so-friend Danny. "Yeah, but I wouldn't say he's my friend, I don't think he likes me...Wait... Did you say, girlfriend?" Stiles asks. He couldn't believe his ears. Was she actually gay and messing with feelings?

Nova laughs at this, making Stiles frown slightly. His back was turned to her, so luckily she couldn't see. Nova swims forward and stands in front of him as he wipes the frown away, playing it off as he needs to scratch his face. "I'm pansexual. I like anything. You saw the flag; It's the easter colored one," Nova shrugs.

"I'm straight- I think," responds Stiles. Nova tilts her head and holds back her beautiful smile. "You think? Do you like anyone that's a guy? Scott perhaps?"

"Oh gosh no, he's like my brother from another mother," Stiles awkwardly laughs. She scratches his arm and she gushes. He looked so adorable! she loved it when he was nervous, it made her heart flutter.

Nova puts her hands in defense. "I was just saying you don't have to get all defensive," Nova responded laughing. Stiles knew she was joking and he couldn't help but shake his head. "Seriously though, You don't have to have a label... Just know- That it's okay to like what you like," Nova shrugs.

"Well, I like you," Stiles blurts out. He could not believe what he just said. He only had dreamt of it millions of times. He wanted to take her on a date and tell her or hang out under the stars not in a pool at her house. But He couldn't argue, he got half what he wanted, it was just artificial stars.

Nova bites her lip with a big smile. You could see the humor lines in the corner of her eyes that were sparkling because of him. "I like you too," Nova says stepping forward. He takes a step back. "How much do you like me?" Nova asks. "Cause... I like you a lot..."

Stiles choked on his spit. His hands under the water play with the black strings, connected to the ombre grey trunks. "Really?" Nova smiles and kisses his cheek suddenly. Her eyes fall onto his, "A lot- A lot." Nova couldn't help but step closer to him. His back touches the edge of the pool. Nova grabs the tied strings by the hoops and pulls him towards her. Stiles could have sworn his head went lightheaded for a slit second. He takes a deep breath and lets his hands rest on her naked hips, just below her high-waisted bikini bottoms. Their eyes were locked as they got close to each other, increasing the sexual tension that they felt. "You want me to show you how much I like you?" Nova asks seductively.

Stiles whimpers, nodding a bit too quickly. "Please..." He had no idea what he was begging for, but boy was he. He'd get on his knees and beg if he could if it wasn't for this dumb water in the way.

Nova smirks, her head tilts, and slowly leans toward his neck. She kisses him under his ear, forcing another whimper out of his beautiful lips. "I-" Another kiss. "Like-" and another. "You-" and yet another. "This much." the flat of her tongue from the kiss mark to his ear, her teeth nibbling on his ear slightly.

All whilst he kissed his neck, his hands were gripping hard onto her hips, not that he knew, he was too dazed by her. Whimpers and moans a few profanities flying from his lips.

"Naughty boy, need to learn how to speak nicely, huh?" Nova purrs. Stiles nods quickly, his eyes widen with submission. Nova smiles and flips them, his back now facing the center of the pool. Her hands raise behind her on the edge, trying to get up there to sit down. He helps her, his hands hoisting him up by the back of her knees. She stares down at him, her hands slowly reaching for the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms. His eyes follow her slow movements. He almost misses them because of how slow her teasing movements are. Once she knows he isn't going to stop her, she pulls the strings off, removing and throwing the cloth somewhere into the pool.

"Come here, sweet boy, I want your mouth to be put to good use," Nova says, her finger signaling him to do so.

He obeys and steps closer to her. "I've never-" He stutters, his voice cracking. He couldn't finish the words; His mouth was so dry from constantly being in awe.

"I'll teach you," Nova says comfortingly. Stiles was now in front of her semi-naked glory. Her thighs open, showing just how she truly wanted needed him. He whimpers at the sight, his head instantaneously diving into her cunt. He's watched a lot of porn, so he thought he knew what to do. The flat of his tongue finds her bundle of nerves the moment he touches her. Her head falls back, her hand reaching to grab his head. "I think you already know how," Nova moans.

Stiles couldn't help but be smug, smirking into her cunt as he lapped his name out on her clit. After multiple times of spelling out his name, she notices the same pattern that she usually rubbed on her clit. "You're spelling your name," Nova says between moans. He nods into her pussy, his eyes now boring into hers from below. Her other hand that was holding him there then affectionately plays with his hair. "Ain't this a better way for your mouth," She moans. She felt like she could cum at any moment, never have felt like she was this quick. Usually, it would take hours by herself. But this? Oh Lord, this felt way better than her flimsy vibrators, especially her dumb fingers.

Stiles releases from licking her clit, her juices all over the bottom of his face. "Way better, Momma," Stiles agrees. His tongue goes right back where it was, licking the same pattern. This time, a finger teases her wet entrance. She gasps at the feeling, her eyes falling onto his once more. Just then he shoves a finger into her, moving at a deliciously slow pace, occasionally curling up to her favorite spot. Each time his finger hits that spot, it massages it quickly, more moans and profanity flying into the pool room. The combination of his finger, his licking and occasionally sucking was making her head swell. She had no clue how he was so good- and this was his first time doing this?

"Have you done this before?" Nova moans asking. He nods into her releasing once more replacing his tongue with his other hand.

"No, Momma... Watched videos..." Stiles whimpers, rutting against the pool walls. She notices the water move around him and glares, or at least tries to glare. "I've watched- a lot of videos."

"Good boy... Doing research... But not much of a good boy, huh? Rutting against the pool wall like a horny puppy," Nova degrades. Stiles' eyes widen, his face immediately forming into a pout. "Be my good boy and keep fucking them fingers into me, yeah?" Nova demands. He didn't even know that he stopped. He continues fucking his finger into her hole, his other hand fingering her clit. Eventually, he gains enough courage to add another finger and her hand on his hair tightens, tugging it slightly before she controls her strength. He could feel her clench on her, telling all that he needed.

"Come on, Mommy. I wanna see you cum," Stiles begs. His hand that was fingering her clit removes, being replaced by his tongue once more.

"Oh fuck- ah- Msczyclaw!" Nova screams. She cums, and Stiles stared at her with starry eyes. He never told her what his birth name was. People knew what it was, but no one could ever pronounce it so he went by Stiles instead.

Stiles slurps all of her releases, groans turning not vibrations into her cut at the taste. He pulls away from her clenching cunt, and pulls her down into a kiss. Nova slid her way into the pool, his hands holding her hips so she could stand up straight into the water. His needy mouth kissed her with the utmost passion that he could muster. He didn't have to try hard, him going absolutely feral from her moaning his birth name.

As he kissed her, his hands were resting on her ass, holding her up in a sitting position on her waist as he walked to the pool stairs. He laid her down gently, her back touching one of the stairs. Her legs open in response, his body slotting in between. After she came so hard her mind was wired into submissiveness. He picked up on this, taking care of her just as she would. He kisses her face, littering kisses to bring her back. "You look so pretty, Mommy," Stiles whispers. Nova smiles, her hooded eyes staring into his doe ones.

"You're the pretty one, Biscuit," Nova responds in a hushed voice. His stomach flips when she says this, his mind focusing on the nickname. Never has a simple nickname made him so happy.

Nova flips them slowly, now her straddling his waist on the stairs. "Let me take care of you, baby," she whispers.

Stiles pouts, "Please..." He didn't know what he was begging for but he wanted it. He needed it. He needs her to touch him. To take care of him.

Nova tugged on his trunk, gesturing that she wanted permission. He nods and she shakes her head. "Tell me what you want me to do, baby."

Stiles gulps. "I want- I want your hand Mommy, I want you to talk to me," Stiles begs, his voice high and needy.

Nova kisses his nose, her hand pulling his girth out. He was thicker than the dildo that she used, causing a moan to fill the room. "Look at that baby, that pretty cock just for me," she coos, her thumb sliding of the slit to gather his precum.

His eyes roll back at the praise. This was better than any fantasy he'd ever thought of. This one was dirty, upright filthy.

She leans down, kisses his dick, licking it after. "Taste wonderful, so sweet for me," she says after. Her wrists turn around him, her eyes looking into his. He tries to keep his eyes open, wanting to remember every detail that he could. He fails at times, his eyes close from the delicious sensation his cock was being received.

"Bet I'm better than your hand huh?" Nova laughs teasing. She was thinking of him going to the stall to rub one out again, moaning for her to let him release. Her good little boy moaned in a public bathroom. It's a surprise he didn't get caught.

"Yes... Mommy, feel much better," Stiles croaks breathily bringing her out of her quick thoughts. His chest was rising up and down, slightly trying to catch up on his breath. Before he could take another breath, he cums all over her hand, some flying onto her face from the blast. He whimpers at the orgasm and the sight. He kisses her, his cum on her now on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't help but continue whimpering as he kissed her delicious lips.

She kept rubbing his cock to help him come down from his high. Even after he came down her hand never stopped. "Think you have another of em' in you, sweet boy; I know you do," she purrs encouraging him. more.

"Ah- Mommy it hurts!" he cries quickyly. But she doesn't stop, her hand only goes faster, her thumb occasionally teasing the tip of his throbbing length.

"I know, sweetie. But you're strong, aren't you? My sweet boy is so strong."

Stiles was too fucked out to argue, his brain short-circuiting because of her. The pain he had only grown stronger, now forming into delicious pleasure once more. He moans loudly, his moans echoing against the tiled walls. "Mommy... I need you."

"You'll have me after this, I wanna see cum just one more time... You can do that for me, can you?"

Stiles nods quickly in response. His hands were tight on her hips, his hips bucking into her hand. Nova's free hand cups his face as she leaves a kiss on his nose. Her hand moves to wipe the sweat off his brow after.

Nova's free hand then moves to her top, untying the strings that he tied effortlessly. Her perky boobs bounce as she slings it off. His moans become louder, cum flying out of him once more. "Ah- Mommy," He whimpers. She litters kisses on his face as praise, pushing him over the high faster as he continues cumming. Cum splattered on her tits and his stomach. Tears fell from his face from the overstimulation high. She now hovers over him, a worried/tired look on his face. "Please not yet, it hurts," Stiles whimpers.

She nods and kisses his cheek assuring him she isn't going to do so unless he says so. "Just tell me when okay, biscuit?" Her voice asks in a caring tone. "Just say green- you know the spotlight thing, yeah?"

"Yeah, I do," Stiles responds. His breathing was quick, sweat at his brow while they were furrowed. Stiles look down to her tits and then back to her eyes. He wanted to lick them so bad, they looked perfect- so round.

Nova guides his head to her chest, knowing exactly what he wants. At that point he didn't have to speak, instead, he just had to look. She read his eyes like a psychic in a sci-fi movie. His teeth latched onto her hardened nipple, rolling them gently between his teeth. Her hand in his hair tightens, tugging slightly as she moans. "Green... I need- I need you, now," He whines, his hip rutting up into her folds. His tip slides against her clit, finding her entrance after. His tightened grip on her hip pushes her down, his hips meeting her halfway.

She doesn't expect the quickness of it. Or how he entered himself, she was expecting herself having to do that.

"Use me, baby, guide me to your high," Nova whispers breathily. His hips snapped into her cunt repeatedly at a fast pace. The squelching sound returns, this time from his curved cock kissing her cervix like it was made to do. His mouth goes to her other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the other. All while he does so, the sensitivity of his cock in her wetness drilling in her was forcing whimpers and needy groans from his parted lips.

"Fuck, Momma- Your Pussy is squeezing me like a vice," Stiles growls weakly. His mouth goes from her tit to his shoulder, biting on it to muffle his sounds.

The sounds squeezed through his lips, vibrating into her body as she rode him like no tomorrow. His hands guided her movements, his stomach turning with each movement. It jumped and hollered as she did so, screaming for more. Craving it. He needed her- he needt o feel her cum on his cock. He wanted it more than anything right now.

"My sweet boy, so cute noises," Nova coos. She pulled his head back so she could look at him. "I wanna hear that music, songbird."

At that, he feels the high return in his twisted stomach. "Mommy- I'm," Stiles whines, cutting himself off with a choke on his spit. Nova cups his face and wipes his wet face. "Such a good boy for me, baby- Fucking filthy for me," Nova moans, her hips pounding onto his cock. she leans forward, her chest now leaning against hers as his hips continue to bounce on his. The sound and the feel of her breath on his face almost pushed him over the edge.

"Please- Please let me cum... Mommy please-" He choked again. "I need it, be nice to me, please," Stiles begs, his hands rubbing her back to gain access for him to release.

"Don't you dare cum Stiles... " Nova says quickly.

Stiles was going insane. The pleasure was just too much, he knew he could say red light and everything would stop but gosh it felt so good. He's dreamed of this for years. At home in his bed, in his bathroom, in class, in the school bathroom, in lacrosse practice, even at breakfast!

"I can't hold it anymore, Momma! Wanna cum in you... please-"

Nova cuts him off with a forceful kiss. "Cum, sweet boy... I wanna feel it paint my walls," she moans.

He cums inside her, his fingernails digging into her hips. He screams as he finishes, his head falling back with the utmost pleasure that he's ever felt in his life. He felt like he could just cum again just from feeling himself cumming inside. His release oozed out of her as continued riding him, a white ring forming around his cock, the first ring that she'd given him thus far. "Fuck-Momma-"

"Trust me, sweet boy, I'm not done with you," Nova says. Just then she gets off of him, picks him up bridal style, and carries him up to her room. He was in for a long night...

#teen wolf #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #stiles #tw #stiles x reader #stiles x reader smut #teen wolf smut #teen wolf stiles #sub!stiles #Nerd! Stiles #Vampire!reader #Dom!reader #smut #mommy kink #Sub! Dylan O'brien

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murdrdocs · 1 year ago

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Stiles with a vampire girlfriend lover would be an interesting concept. (gn!)

Putting aside the whole distrust thing he would have, plus the curiosity that would manifest more as skepticism than general interest, once you actually got together it’s like he can let himself relax around you in a way that he just can’t manage around the others in his friend group.

Especially if you guys get together post-Donovan. He sits with himself, starting to feel the darkness that saving his dad put onto his soul, finally noticing the stain that the Nogistune has left on him, and suddenly he’s confiding in you. Suddenly he’s letting himself tell someone everything.

He doesn’t realize it at first, but he’s drawn to the general gloom that followed all vampires. He finds himself comfortable in your parents house, even with the slight wickedness that sits beneath your mother’s attempt at comforting words. With you, he feels like his sins are less encompassing, there’s a weight lifted off of his shoulders. Possibly because of comparison proximity, where he knows that the things you’ve done are far worse than what he’s done.

It’s suffocating sometimes, being best friends with someone who is Good by definition. A True Alpha, as Stiles had spat out to you one night, hands mindlessly running up and down your back as he held you to his chest, the area rumbling with another one of his satisfying rants.

With you, Stiles lets himself go. He lets himself breathe.

#and if void were there ??#he would take COMLETE advantage #wait … i have an idea #stilesworld!#stiles stilinski x vampire!reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi fanfiction

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

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Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 1

Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf

Teen Wolf Masterlist | part 2

Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x supernatural!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale.

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, murder | afab!reader (she/her pronouns) | wc: 3.1k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: Suspicious deaths were a common occurrence in Beacon Hills—especially after things seem to be actually looking good when a previous problem is fixed. Now Scott and the pack are having to investigate a string of murders happening that not only reek of supernatural, but linked to an renowned event they’ve learned in history class.

Note: I’m hyperfixating on Titanic as of late so I have a lot of ideas involving AU’s and retelling with various fandoms. I just did a TGM au with Bradley Bradshaw and currently have a Twilight one in the works so expect a lot of Titanic in my works when I’m not writing requests.

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Riddles were a tricky little thing. And when used in a malevolent way where to find the answer to a solution one must crack the code, riddles can become a person’s worst enemy.

And the one laying on the table of Derek’s loft was becoming their enemy.

Murders, which was becoming a common occurrence lately in Beacon Hills, were happening where the people were nearly drained of their blood by cutting their throats and wrists before letting them hang upside down. Stiles' father was overwhelmed with stress. Not to mention he was having to come to terms with the reality his town was a beating heart for supernatural creatures. Like how his sons best friend since childhood was a fucking werewolf.

And while it was presumed a human serial killer was responsible for the murders, the pack had an inkling it was more sinister. Investigating on their own they found more suspicious reasons to believe it was supernatural.

Only problem, they had no clue who or what it was.

They were all gathered over the table—save for Peter who was nestled on the couch. Stiles was rubbing a thumb over his lip, becoming frustrated as he was usually on top of solving riddles. Lydia was beside him, deep in thought as she read over the paper silently.

“He just left this here?” Scott glanced at Derek, who was standing with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the table.

“Right outside the door. Like he wanted us to find it.”

“And you heard nothing?” Stiles’ question earned him a glare. “Super hearing and you didn’t hear someone stabbing a piece of paper into your front door?”

“If I did you think I would’ve let him leave the damn note?” Derek spoke harshly.

“Riddle.”

“—knowing all it is is a distraction so he can kill more people.”

“It’s not just a distraction,” Allison interrupted the two bickering, staring hard at the note. “It’s an order. He’s asking us to find someone.”

“Yeah,” Isaac scoffed, “who we have no idea is.”

“Read it again,” Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. With a huff, Stiles took the paper in his hands, clearing his throat before reading aloud for all to hear.

Have you figured it out yet?

Were my clues not enough?

You’re thinking too hard now,

Let me show you it’s not so tough.

Our faces the same,

As they were the day we changed.

Only the eyes no longer its color,

A price for the exchange.

You’ll find it almost disheartening,

When you learn of what we do.

Our nature is uncanny,

But it’s not so far from you.

Find the one I’m looking for,

And I’ll stop the chaos and the pain.

Are you ready?

Here’s your hint.

Time is of the essence,

So you better make it quick.

Wearing the Heart of the Ocean,

She’s closer than it seems.

For I seek the one I turned,

Who was on the Ship of Dreams.

Silence fills the loft, everyone thinking hard of what it could mean. There were so many clues but so vague it was difficult to puzzle them together.

“Well we know it’s someone supernatural,” Isaac hummed, attempting to lighten the situation.

“Yeah we got that genius,” Peter muttered.

“And he’s looking for a woman,” Allison added, ignoring Peter’s sarcasm. “Someone he turned. And was on a ship?” It comes out more like a question, “that could mean a lot of things.”

“Could it be a werewolf?” Scott turned to Derek

The man shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“But the thing about the eyes—.”

“Many shapeshifters' eyes are like ours. That doesn’t mean it’s a wolf. Plus he said they’re not wolves.”

“How do you know?”

Derek rolls his eyes as though it were obvious, “he wrote, ‘our nature is uncanny, but it’s not so far from you,’. If they were wolves he would’ve said so.”

“Maybe another Kanima?” Allison suggested, “the master looking for his puppet?”

Stiles cuts in, narrowing his eyes on the last verse, “Why would he bold the first and last line of the last clue—these ones,” he places the paper flat on the table. Lydia, the closest to him, leans in as his finger points to the verse. “Heart of the Ocean and the—.”

“Ship of Dreams,” she finishes, voice going low as realization hits her. All eyes turn to her, confusion in their gaze until the name leaves her lips. “Titanic.”

“What?” The question came from Scott, but all were thinking the same. There’s no way she was talking about the most famous shipwreck in history.

“Titanic,” Lydia repeated, this time more confidently. Her own finger came up to point where Stiles' finger had been. “They used to call it the Ship of Dreams.”

“Titanic?” Isaac’s tone was full of doubt. “You mean the ship that sank a century ago?” He couldn’t help but add, “And the movie Leonardo DiCaprio dies in.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t recall any other having the same name.”

“The anniversary is coming up,” Derek starts to say, deep in thought like it was all coming together. “It would make sense.”

“Wait—hold on,” Stiles lifts a dramatic hand. “We’re talking about THE Titanic—like Isaac said—that sank a hundred years ago. A hundred,” he repeats to show his point. “Anyone who is alive—even if they were a werewolf or shapeshifter or whatever the hell you want to call it,” he glances at each of them, “would pretty much be on their last breath of life. If this woman were a newborn baby at the time she’d be at least one hundred years old by now.”

In the debate none had noticed Peter moved from the couch to the window. The chuckle leaving his mouth caught their attention. Stiles makes a sound, “I’m sorry, do you wanna share with the class what you obviously know that we’re missing?”

“Our faces are the same,” he says the opening line of the second verse, only drawing confusion and annoyed looks from the others. “As they were the day we changed.” The man pauses, letting it sink in before continuing, “If the woman he’s looking for was on Titanic then she likely was an adult. Considering he turned her, probably by saving her from freezing to death or drowning, and she wears the same face she did the night she was turned…” Peter steps away from the window, now facing the group.

“She’s not aging. At all. Meaning…..she’s immortal.”

The silence following his confession is eerie, eyes flicking over each other to see if they were reacting the same. Immortal. Though the term was familiar it felt almost foreign. Never had they dealt with someone immortal. Unable to die and was walking the Earth acting as though they were human. Now Beacon Hills had two in its possession. They needed to work fast and the riddle only had pieces of the puzzles.

So who—or more like what, was immortal?

"What are you getting to?” Scott narrowed his eyes, Wanting a straightforward answer to what they were dealing with.

Peter clasps his hands behind his back, slowly inching forward,” It’s not shapeshifters you’re looking for.” He takes a step closer, “or a Kanima and its master.” Another step, “or a dark Druid.” Another step brings him right next to Derek, eyes flicking to the paper. “There are few creatures blessed with immortality—or cursed if you look at it another way. But most of them are born with it. Take Gods and fairies for example.”

“Oh my God—those exist?” Stiles feels his mind implode, “Are we about to fight Gods?”

“No,” annoyed at being interrupted Peter rolled his eyes. “I just said those are immortals that are born with their powers. And I don’t know if they exist, I’ve haven’t met one yet. Anyway, this one—.” His finger touches the riddle, “was turned. And likely the person who did was too.”

“So what is it then,” Scott was becoming impatient. And who could blame him really. For all they know it someone was already being drained of their blood at that very moment. “What’s the immortal that’s turned not born?”

“Come one,” he scoffs, like he couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out. “Ever wonder why the victims were drained of their blood?” The one question had everyone's face become colorless. “Has Stiles's father not caught on the wounds were made after they were dead?” Why their throat was slashed….but had two little puncture holes on either side?” Peter glances around at every person, catching the nervousness of their gaze as though they already knew what he was about to say but wished it wasn’t.

“The creatures you’re looking for…..are vampires.”

The rest of the night the pack was gathering as much information as they could about the passengers aboard Titanic—all 2,240 of them—while also trying to figure out any other clues within the riddle. They still couldn’t believe it was a vampire responsible for the murders. And that he was hunting someone he created who, still to their shock, was a passenger aboard Titanic.

And with 2,240 people on the ship during its ill fated maiden voyage…they were in for a long night.

“Okay so we know they’re vampires—our killer is the one who turned the woman he’s searching for into a vampire. She was on Titanic when it sank meaning—,” Stiles wrote furiously across the notepad, the riddle next right beside it. “He was on it too. Now we could narrow this down several ways. Either by searching through the passengers class or going through who survived because as Lydia pointed out,” the hand holding the pen points to the redhead, “RMS Carpathia recorded the names of the survivors before they reached New York.”

Either method was good, but there was a problem with the latter. As Allison pointed out, “but what if they never knew she was there? I mean having a newly turned vampire on a ship filled with people is a recipe for disaster.”

Derek nods, agreeing with her, “Her eyes would’ve made it obvious.”

“How so?” Asked Isaac.

Peter is the one to explain, “Vampires in our world are different from what you see on TV. They aren’t these pale, corpse-like, individuals who look like they belong in the morgue. They’re rather human-like if they’re equipped with a special glimmer that allows them to come off as mortal.”

“Glimmer?” Lydia raised a brow, finding the word a bit comical given the creature they were dealing with.

“We’ll get to that. But any vampire who’s newly turned will have red eyes—blood red eyes.”

“How fitting,” Stiles couldn’t help but groan. “So what, are you saying she’s likely wearing contacts to hide her eyes.”

“Possibly,” Peter hums with a shrug, “wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This day in age makes it easier for vampires to conceal their nature. But considering our little vampire was turned in 1912…her creator probably hid her on the Carpathia—or as outrageous as it sounds, swam her across the remainder of the Atlantic ocean.”

Derek closes the book in front of him, detailing the events of the RMS Carpathia rescue of Titanic’s passengers. “However he saved her can wait,” he leans his hands onto the table, “We need to figure out the last clue of this riddle.” Moving the riddle to him, Derek reads, “Wearing the Heart of the Ocean, she’s closer than it seems.”

Lydia bites her lip, typing away on her laptop. “If I didn’t know it any better…it sounds like he’s trying to reference a piece of jewelry. Probably a necklace or something.”

Peter rubs his jaw deep in thought, “That could be the source of her glimmer.”

“The necklace?” Stiles wonders aloud.

“Usually most vampires would prefer a ring or bracelet,” he waves a hand, “It’s small and concealable. Very easy for a Druid to enchant the item and allow the vampire to give off the effect to other supernatural beings they’re human. Prevents them from being obliterated by the sun. That’s their glimmer. Sealed within the jewelry to act as a camouflage. So long as they have it on,” he shrugs lightly, “you’d never know what they truly are.”

“And she’s been passing off as a human in Beacon Hills. For God knows how long,” Lydia opens a separate browser, hands hovering over the keyboard. “If her necklace has a name like Heart of the Ocean it shouldn’t be too hard to find. We find the Heart of the Ocean, we find her.” Her words have Allison come over beside her, realization crossing her face.

“Isn’t that the name of the necklace Rose wore in the movie?” Right as she finished her sentence, the image popped up on the screen of said necklace after Lydia typed the name into Google. “So it was real after all?”

“Appears to be,” Lydia was just as amazed. Stiles leans over her other side, eyes bulging at the sight of the large blue heart-shaped diamond surrounded by tiny little white ones.

“That’s gotta be worth a billion dollars.”

“350 million to be exact,” Lydia reads off. “At least today it is. Back then it was worth probably not even a quarter of that price—but still big for its time.”

“So…” Isaac taps his finger to his mouth, glaring up at the ceiling from where he was seated, legs perched on the table. “We’re looking for a vampire—probably at least 120 give or take a few years—who is passing off as human because of a magic necklace worth more than our entire lives. Wonderful.”

Scott takes a glance, letting out a whistle, “That had to have belonged to a first-class passenger. I’d say we start there.”

“On it,” Lydia begins to search records of the names aboard Titanic with First-class tickets. While she’s doing that the pack gathers to the makeshift board Stiles had created, adding notes to it as they go.

Stiles tapes the new information on the necklace to next to the verse on the copy of the riddle they made. “Heart of the Ocean a.k.a the magic necklace making the vampire appear human. To be honest, if someone were wearing a necklace that extravagant in Beacon Hills it’d be noticeable.”

Scott agreed, “She’s probably keeping it under her clothes. I mean I would. Lydia, did you find anything on who it belonged to?”

The redhead makes a huff, “from what the article says,” she clicks on a link, “it belonged to American socialite Y/n L/n as a gift from her husband Theodore Ford on their wedding day. He had it custom made overseas on a trip to France.” Lydia’s eyes widened at the next line, “She was the niece of John Rockefeller and he was the nephew of Henry Ford.”

“Good God,” Stiles made a sound, many of the others showing a similar reaction. “What a match made in heaven…and money.”

“Great,” Peter plops onto the couch, “our vampire was a once billionaire socialite—well maybe not billionaire. That’s a far reach. Since she was only the niece of Rockefeller and her hubby was a Ford she probably only had a snippet of their families fortune.” The man rolls his neck, hands clasped on his lap with his legs kicked up. “She shouldn’t be too hard to find then. All we need is a picture.”

Derek gives his uncle an annoyed look, “We don’t if it’s her or not. Maybe the necklace was stolen by her creator and that’s how she got it.”

“What else does it say?” Allison turns her attention back to her best friend. In her head she couldn’t help but feel there was something missing. That they were so close to the answer.

Lydia continues on, “It says here that they married in 1901–Y/n aged nineteen and Theodore aged twenty-one. They had a son, Benjamin, born 1905 and Theodore died six years later in 1911 from a car accident.” She scrolls down a bit, brows furrowing a tad and makes a sound of ‘eureka!’ “Y/n was gifted two First-Class tickets for her and her son aboard Titanic by her uncle John Rockefeller. They boarded the ship during Titanic’s first stop to Cherbough, France….survivors of Titanic recall last seeing Y/n place her son Benjamin into a lifeboat before being denied entry since it had reached maximum capacity,” a feeling of heartbreak fills the redhead, soon followed by defeat as she reads “It is believed Y/n L/n drowned as the ship submerged beneath the surface on April 15, 1912, as her body was never recovered as one to have perished from hypothermia in the freezing waters. Nor was she listed on the records of survivors on RMS Carpathia. Her son Benjamin was soon taken in by her mother where he remained in New York City until his sudden death in 1918 by influenza.”

A moment of silence passes as they take in the information. For Allison and Lydia, they couldn’t help the sadness for the woman they didn’t even know. To have to say goodbye to your child, likely promising them you’d get on the next boat and would be reunited shortly, only to never see them again.

The redhead suddenly straightens her posture.

“What is it?” Scott hears her heartbeat quicken. Worry takes his features when Lydia appears as if she saw a ghost. Everyone else looks the same when she brings a hand to her mouth. “Lydia?” There’s a slight tremor in her hand when she pulls it away.

“She’s closer than it seems.” She whispers the line from the final verse. Tone filled with near distraught.

Allison takes a hesitant step forward. From where they were all standing they could also see the light of the screen hitting Lydia’s complexion. Whatever was on it was hidden from their view. “Lydia…”

“I-I thought it meant that by finding the Heart of the Ocean we’d be able to spot whoever was wearing it. That we’d have to maybe knock on every door in Beacon Hills until we find whoever is hiding it—as stupid as that sounds. Because who in their right mind if they knew they were being hunted would just hide in plain sight? But….” her breath picks up, slight horror and astonishment as she stares back at the screen. “He knows where she is—h-he wants us to find her, because she can lead us to him.”

“Lydia….” Stiles slowly draws closer to her. Peter moves to stand from the couch, expression unreadable as was Derek’s.

But Lydia’s eyes never move from the screen. “The riddle—it was just his game. He knows exactly where she is. He has to. Because she’s been under our nose all along—closer than we could’ve imagined.” Finally the redhead looks up to the anxious eyes of everyone, revealing the shocking truth with the slow turn of the laptop.

“She boarded Titanic as Y/n L/n,” the screen shows a sepia image causing Allison to gasp, Isaac to mutter ‘holy shit’, Stiles to drop his marker, and Scott to feel his stomach drop. Derek and Peter shared a look, Derek more anxious than his uncle. “But she’s been living as Loretta Andrews.”

There on the screen, listed as the socialite Y/n L/n and wearing the jaw-dropping necklace called the Heart of the Ocean, was a woman whose face the teenagers had seen every Monday to Friday for the last three months. Who looked no older than the age of 30 like in the picture and had arrived in Beacon Hills shortly before the spring semester.

Their English teacher, Loretta Andrews.

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