#study ➢ ❪ allison argent. ❫

[mccallsmemaybe]

[argentisms]

MY LIFE WAS A STORM SINCE I WAS BORN ―――― how could i fear any hurricane?

an allison argent playlist. listen here.

[silvercrested]

ALLISON’S home aesthetic.

[porchkissed]

[ crystal reed ] i just saw that allison argent arrived in mystic, ct ! they're twenty five and a canon character from teen wolf. however, you might want to check first because while they've been here one month they believe they have been here their whole lives. make sure to make them feel right at home.

[hawkeyetrained]

Hurry

Derek Hale x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Scott, Chris Argent, Isaac (mentioned)

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds

Summary: It's not Ms. Blake that gets trapped in the supply closet when Boyd and Cora are rescued.

Word Count: 1678

We had to hurry. After breaking into the old bank in an attempt to save the trapped werewolves, Derek and Scott had struggled to restrain them, causing Allison to break the protective barrier and allow the two rouges to run off into the night. We had a plan. We always had a plan. I was in the car with Chris Argent racing our way towards the high school. Our plan was to trap the two out of control werewolves in the boiler room below the main halls and keep them there until the moon went down and their strength faded.

Chris slammed on the breaks in the large SUV he drove, stopping just outside the doors on the opposite side of the school that the wolves were headed. “Do a quick search. No one needs to be here when we send them down.” He commented as I jumped out the door, slamming it shut and listening to him as he sped off towards the woods to help lure the wolves to our location.

I did a quick scan of the parking lot as I ran up to the main doors, noticing one car still parked over by the English halls. The new teacher, Ms. Blake, was still here, her room lit up with the bright overhead lights. With a roll of my eyes, I headed down the hall as quickly as I could, making sure to slow down as I got to her door.

“Ms. Blake?” I knocked softly on the door to make sure I wouldn’t scare her. “What are you doing here?”

Her head snapped up from the pile of paperwork she was grading, bright red pen in her hand. “Oh, my. Honey what are you doing here so early?” She ignored my question. “It’s barely morning.” She looked out her window into the darkness surrounding the school.

“Umm.” I had to think quickly. “Study group was supposed to start early for a big test in chem today. I was just headed out after grabbing some stuff from my locker, wanted to grab some breakfast.”

“Well, I’d be happy to walk out with you. I just have to reload the copier down the hall. I used most of it printing assignments for later. The other teacher are very particular about the copier being full in the morning.” She started to gather her things. Paper was stored downstairs, next to the boiler room in the supply closet.

“Oh, you know what, I’ve gotta grab some stuff from my locker on the other side of the school. I know where the supply closet is, I’ll just grab the paper for you. I don’t have a first period, so I don’t mind the extra few minutes here.” My hand pulled my phone from my back pocket, glancing down to see the HURRY test from Derek lighting up my screen.

Ms. Blake slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’d hate to leave you here alone. I’ll just wait.”

I shook my head as another text came through. They’re almost there. Get out. “No, it’s ok. My ride is running a few minutes late, so I’ll grab the paper and then head out. See you in a few hours for class.” My phone slipped easily back into my pocket as I gave her a rushed smile that I hoped didn’t give off how worried I was.

“Only if you’re sure.” She smiled softly, pulling her keys from her pocket.

“Yeah, I got it.” I waved her off as I turned down the hall towards the basement stairs. “See you later!” I called and disappeared down the stairs. It would take all of ten seconds to grab the paper and then get out of the school, something I knew would be cutting timing close but the door in the basement had to be unlocked to let the wolves in. I rushed in, heading to the locker space that held the supplies. I dragged the gate open and stepped in, heading for the back to grab a pack pf printer paper.

Just as my fingers brushed over the smooth paper wrapping, footsteps stomped down the stairs and a few people came rushing through the boiler room. My hands shook as I moved slowly towards the supply closet gate and dragged it shut as silently as I could. The main door slammed shut and all I could hear was the huffing and growls of two wolves as they paces around the room. My heart raced in my chest as I slid away from the gate I had just closed, willing myself to stay quiet and hidden until the sun came up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I rushed to pull it from my jeans before the two wolves would hear it. WHERE ARE YOU? Lit up my screen from Derek. With shaking fingers, I turned the brightness down as low as it could go and made sure the ringer was off and that any buzzing would be silenced by the sweatshirt I was wearing as I typed a response.

YOU’RE GOING TO BE MAD. I sent back, sliding back into the corner of the supply room and behind a filing cabinet.

The door I had come through just a few minutes ago was quickly opened and slammed shut again, a new set of footsteps being added to the mix of the two prowling wolves. My heart pounded and I was sure the two wolves would turn and find me any second. They would rip the door off the gate and come in to tear me into pieces. I could only pray that Derek had locked the wolves in and was outside looking for me with Chris Argent.

“Hey.” The voice I did not want to hear in the moment echoed through the large room, making the two wolves silence their growls. “I want you to stay there.” I knew Derek wasn’t talking to the two other wolves in the room. “Hands over your hears, eyes closed. You don’t open till I come get you.”

My shaking hands pressed against the sides of my head, muffling everything around me, as I squeezed my eyes shut and tucked myself further into the corner I had picked. Chaos erupted around me, loud snarling and deep growls echoed around the vast room, mixing with the steam sounds and the mechanical whirrs that made the school run. I could hear tearing of fabric, grunts of pain, and shrieks of anger through my hands.

Derek’s grunts of pain and the strained growls slipping from his mouth brought tears to my eyes. I had begged to let me help them tonight. I had told him that I wouldn’t take any chances and that I would stay safe, but now I’m the cause of the pain he was enduring. I was the reason he was probably covered in blood and barely hanging on as the two wolves tore into him.

Sunlight filtered in through the small half windows after what felt like forever. The growling stopped, two loud thuds hit the concrete floor, but I kept my hands over my ears and my eyes slammed closed. Soft hands rested gently against my arms and I shrieked loudly, kicking my legs out and trying to get away. “No! Leave me alone!”

“Hey!” Derek’s soft voice called out to me. “Open your eyes, honey. It’s ok, I got you.” My eyes flashed open and instantly connected with his, my heart still pounding in my chest with tears running down my cheeks.

“Derek?” He was covered in blood. His shirt torn in multiple places with wounds slowly closing on his sides and his shoulder. His face had a few lines of blood trickling down, the cuts that caused it already closed and healed over. “Oh my god.” I launched myself into his arms, mine wrapped tightly around his neck as he pulled me from my corner and up to my feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I cried into his shoulder, trying not to hit where he may be hurt.

“I know.” He mumbled, his face pressed into my shoulder as well and his hands holding tightly to his chest. “I know, but you’re ok. I’m ok and were both safe now.” One of his hands had come up to brush my hair gently.

“It’s all my fault.” I pulled back from him. My hands were still shaking as they brushed against his side to try and see the cut that had soaked his shirt in blood. “You could’a been killed!”

“Hey. I’m here. I wasn’t just gonna let them tear you to pieces.” His voice shook like the panic was finally wearing off and the pain was setting in. “Are you hurt?” His hands rested on my face as he looked me over.

I shook my head, wiping away my tear stains. “No, I’m ok. You healing?”

“Yeah honey, I’m healing. I’ll be fine.”

The large door slammed open then, the two of us jumping from the sound and Derek’s arm instantly pulling me behind him, always ready for the next threat. “Hi.” Scott waved. He, Isaac, and Chris Argent stepped into the room and headed to the two now tame wolves who were passed out on the floor. Boyd was lifted up by Chris and Isaac while Scott went over to the pretty brunette girl and heaved her up into his arms. “We’ll meet you guys back at the loft.”

I nodded. “Erica?” I looked up to Derek.

He shook his head softly. “She didn’t make it.” His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me into his side as we started to make our way out of the school before people started showing up. He got me seated in the car before he headed to the driver’s side. “You’re ok?” He asked again.

I nodded, taking his hand in mine and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m ok.”

He repeated my action and kissed the back of my hand as well. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

[sundrop-writes]

are you currently open to doing reactions for teen wolf characters? cause if you are i’d love to see how you think stiles & allison would react to seeing a fem reader naked by accident hehe

yeah, as it says in my Rules, I love doing reactions and MLTs (especially cause they're fun, shorter fics that I can write quickly in order to get to know the characters better. they're a lot of fun)

so here we go

Requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN!!! Please read the rules first, though <3 also vote in this poll if you like Teen Wolf fics

How would Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent react to seeing you naked by accident?

Warnings: mentions of sex/arousal/sexual desire (characters wanting to fuck the reader after seeing them naked), sexual themes but no explicit smut, reader is described as having breasts/is called a 'girl', mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Jackson/Reader (background, unimportant), mentions of the reader taking nudes/nude pictures, Allison's section is way longer than Stiles's oops (but that's because I've never written for her before and I got excited).

Stiles would be coming to visit you on a random Saturday - something that he did often. And after letting himself in with his spare key and bounding up the stairs to your room, he would hear music coming from your room and think nothing of simply letting himself in. He could imagine that you were cutely dancing in your pajamas, using your hairbrush as a microphone - something that he would tease you for, but secretly loved.

He hadn't even thought to knock. The two of you were so close - best friends since you were in diapers, having grown up together, gone through everything together.

So when he opened the door and found you standing at the foot of your bed, naked, rubbing lotion over your skin almost sensually - a towel in a rumple at your feet as you had clearly just gotten out of the shower - in seconds, it changed his entire perspective of you. Seeing your gorgeous breasts, the roundness of your thighs, the perfect swell of your ass, the softness of your stomach - it put nothing but downright filthy images in his mind. And in seconds, you went from being his dorky childhood friend to a woman he now desperately wanted to fuck.

He didn't get to stand there for long and stare before you noticed him, but the image of you so beautifully bared was easily seared into his mind forever.

"Stiles?!" You screamed when you noticed him in the doorway, and he felt so terribly caught.

His instinct was to turn and run, but he was dumb from the amount of blood pooling in his cock. He tripped over his own feet and rammed headfirst into the doorway - hard. He became dizzy from the hit fell to the floor within seconds, groaning loudly in pain (and embarrassment) as he clutched the bruise blooming on his forehead.

You rushed to pick up your towel to cover yourself, and then rushed to see if he was okay.

"Oh my god, Stiles." You sighed, kneeling down by his side. "What is wrong with you?"

Well, he could add 'intense sexual desire for his best friend' to that list now.

Allison loved having you over at her place. Between the chaos of dating and not-dating someone that her family had vowed to kill, and being trained by that family to kill others of his kind in the most traumatic and tiring way possible - you were a breath of fresh air in her life. You were the soothing relaxation she needed among the chaos.

She invited you over as often as possible because of this. Whether it was dinner with her family, studying, sleepovers where the two of you talked all night and ate junk food - you were over at her house often. Her family knew that the two of you were the best of friends, and they loved you because you were a smart, respectable, normal girl.

On this night, the two of you were having a regular study session. Nothing special - just sitting on her bed going over some homework. More so, enjoying each other's company in quiet while you worked individually.

"Do you have the notes that Mr. Hoffman wrote down today?" Allison asked you, looking up from her book. "I know he didn't want us to do all the problems, but I can't remember which numbers he wrote on the board."

"I took a picture of it." You told her, unlocking your phone and passing it to her. "Just flip through my camera roll, you'll find it. I gotta pee."

You slid off the bed and left her room for the bathroom, and she opened your camera roll looking for the picture of the blackboard that you had taken. She grinned when she saw that the first picture was of a random squirrel that you had seen outside during lunch. Very you.

Then - a picture of Stiles making an ugly face. Of course. He had stolen your phone during lunch. Then - Scott and Stiles. More Scott and Stiles. Then, pictures of your outfit that you had taken in the bathroom that morning at school. Then - wait, what?

A picture of you naked.

Allison's insides tensed.

It was a gorgeous picture of you, and though she felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that she knew she wasn't supposed to see it, she couldn't stop staring. You were laying on your bed, the morning sun pouring in through the curtains - it had probably been taken before school that morning. The picture showed everything from your collar bones to the tops of your thighs, your arm holding the camera high up to get a good angle of your amazing body.

Your breasts relaxed and your nipples peaked (it had to be from you teasing them up for the picture and not from the cold air, your room was always soft and cozy), your stomach so wonderfully soft, your pussy on display - showing off the dusting of pubic hair that you had their. Your knees pressed together, presenting your thighs in a soft, alluring position.

It made Allison's throat dry.

Before she could even think to keep looking for what she had actually needed, you came back into the room.

"Hey," You grinned at her as you moved to sit by her feet at the end of the bed. "You find it."

One thing that Allison knew by now - lying was useless and something she absolutely hated. You were one person in her life that she upheld honesty with as her greatest treasure.

"No." She said, taking a moment to re-moisten her mouth with saliva before she continued. "But - I found this."

She turned the phone screen toward you and your jaw dropped slightly before snapping shut again with a harsh sound.

"Oh." You breathed out. "That." You paused for a moment. "I - uh. Sorry you had to see that."

You took back your phone from her and locked it, staring at the floor with shame.

"I'm not." Allison said quickly. "You - you look beautiful."

It would be a few days before you fully unpacked what she had meant by this. Even Allison herself still hadn't fully acknowledged that she felt anything more than friendship for you.

You nodded. "Thank you." You took another moment. "I - just - I'm sorry it's awkward."

Allison nodded. She wasn't sure why she didn't feel as awkward as you did.

"Well - who was it for?" She couldn't help but to wonder.

She could only assume that you had taken the picture with the intention to send it to someone.

"Um, well... it was for Jackson." You told her.

The two of you had been texting a lot more frequently since he had broken up with Lydia.

Allison frowned.

"You are way too good for him." She insisted.

And that was the comment that stuck in your mind - that truly got you thinking about what your relationship with Allison meant.

[twshipoftheday]

Teen Wolf Ship of the Day, January 7th

Allison Argent x Scott McCall x Isaac Lahey

There was nothing more comforting than waking up in between Scott and Allison. Scott as the big spoon and Allison as... another big spoon. Isaac always felt cradled between the two of them.

Allison loves being a big spoon while cuddling, Isaac likes being the small spoon and Scott really doesn't mind as long as he's touching them

Isaac and Scott practise lacrosse together in the backyard

Allison likes to go to the library to study with Isaac, Scott prefers to study in his room but Allison knows they never get anything done there

The three of them spend every full moon together and Allison loves to spend time with their wolfy-forms

Isaac took up watercolor paintings and has made paintings of all his favourite places around Beacon Hills

The three of them go on a cross country road trip one summer and visit Lydia at MIT, they go to Niagara Falls and sleep out of their car the whole time. It's fun but not something they plan to do again as it was expensive

They all call Melissa 'Mom' and Chris 'Dad' and Allison enjoys spending time with Melissa while Isaac spends time with Chris, they share parents often

[sterekcollabang]

Falling Together On Purpose

Writer: @adeceasedtulip

Artist: @escharis

Rating: T Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), The Nemeton (Teen Wolf), (Mentioned) Claudia Stilinski - Character, Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, they're cute what can i say, Flustered Derek Hale, Character Study, sorta - Freeform, there is a lot of internal workings out, Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Hale Pack 2.0, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lucid Dreaming, Monster of the Week, well issue of the week but eh semantics, Spark Stiles Stilinski Summary:

The Nemeton has been on the Beacon Hills land for centuries. It has stood strong and protected the Hale pack and been protected in turn. It was only when that was ripped from it that things started to change and the power became tainted. It all changed once Scott Mcall was bit. A Hale came back and stayed. A short period of time passed since all the drama surrounding the events. It was only then that the Nemeton recognised a spark in its midst. It once again began to hope to be free of the darkness. In an attempt to do so, it called out to the spark. Stiles. It called out to Stiles. OR The Nemeton plays matchmaker for Stiles and Derek in hopes of chasing away the darkness that has haunted Beacon Hills for too long.

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[misstupps]

Summary: Waking up from a nightmare in the loft as Derek and Scott go to save Erica and Boyd, the last person you ever think to comfort you does, Peter Hale.

Pairing: Peter Hale x Stilinski Reader

Warnings: None. (Light Fluff, maybe some cursing)

Wake me up inside

(I can't wake up) Wake me up inside

(Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run

(I can't wake up) Before I come undone

(Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become

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Eyes instantly snap open as I sat up a little too quickly, a soft gasp escaped from my lips as sweat caked my forehead as I took several, needed deep breaths in an attempt to slow my skyrocketing heart rate.

It was here that I noticed my surroundings, wondering how long I fell asleep since Derek and Scott had yet returned from their risky mission to save Erica and Boyd from whatever fate Deucalion and his Alpha pack had planned for them.

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment as I tried to rationalize with my brain that it was nothing more than a nightmare.

I had been having nightmares ever since Deucalion used me as a pawn to get Scott to kill his pack members, which made up of my brother, Stiles, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent and myself at this current time.

Thankfully, Deucalion's plot failed and I was saved but not before suffering a deep wound that needed stitches and week stay in hospital.

From then onwards, I was treated like a fragile piece of porcelain, I was never really left alone – At school and home, I was always surrounded by Stiles, Scott, Lydia or Allison, even at my minimum wage job at one of the most popular restaurants, I could see Chris Argent's car or a deputy's car sitting across from the restaurant.

When Scott planned to join Derek in his rescue mission, he insisted on having me stay in Derek's loft, where there was an alarm system and a thick, steel door that an Alpha would have difficulty getting through.

Unfortunately, staying at the loft meant the risk of seeing and probably talking with Derek's uncle, Peter Hale.

For some unknown reason that none of us could remember, Peter and I could never get along. I didn't like Peter, and he didn't like me, that was the end of the story.

I rub my eyes again, sitting up on the bed – which was surprisingly comfortable, I noticed that Stiles was still here, hovering over the blueprints of the bank vault and Peter was somewhere.

I gradually moved from the warm comfort of Derek's bed, wrapping a blanket around my body as the coldness from the cemented floor sent shivers up my spine, I knew there was no point in trying to go back to sleep.

And risk having another nightmare about Deucalion? No, thank you.

"Can't sleep?"

My body immediately tensed as I spun around, almost colliding with Peter as he stood a couple inches away.

My mind instantly relaxes, but my guard was still up as I stared at the older Hale man.

"Easy there, tiger." He teased, helping to steady my footing. "It's just me."

"You just scared the living shit out of me, Hale," I hissed out in a huff, studying his features – was his eyes always this blue? "What's wrong? Is Derek and Scott, okay?"

"I heard your heart rate skyrocket and sensed that you were crying in your sleep," He replied, with a shrug. "Just wanted to see if you were okay, I don't need you dying on my watch – your precious Scott would hate that."

"Oh." I spoke in barely a whisper, dumbfounded by the fact that he cared enough to check up on me. "Um... Thanks, for checking up on me."

Peter looked a little exhausted. Granted that it was almost three in the morning and he was babysitting two humans – though, Stiles was quick to admit that Peter was not babysitting us, he was here to protect us, in case Deucalion or the Alphas came sniffing around.

"I feel bad that we're keeping you up."

He waved my worries away. "It's fine, y/n, I can't sleep anyways"

"So, where are you going?"

I nibbled on my bottom lip. "I was thinking of grabbing some water as these nightmares make me thirsty and I can never fall back to sleep afterwards."

Suddenly, Peter's arms snaked around my waist and pulled me towards his chest, sniffing my hair. "Sorry about your nightmares, y/n."

"I'm okay, Peter..." I replied, arching an eyebrow as his hands go under my shirt but stay around my waist. "I'm use to them... by now."

Peter buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breathes tickled my skin. "You feel warm."

I leaned into his touch, despite how cold his body felt against my warm skin. "Peter..." I spoke quietly, finally pulling myself out trace that his embrace sent me in. "Maybe you should go to sleep, you sound exhausted."

"I'm fine," His body immediately betrays him as he yawns. "Okay, maybe I'm a little tired."

I let out a small laugh, brushing a hand across the stumble on his cheek. "You need sleep, okay? Just go lie down, I'll notify Derek when he gets back."

Pulling myself away, outing at least an arm's length between us as I take his hand in mine and guided him to the bed.

I push him onto the bed, as he let out a small groan of tired annoyance, watching as he crawled under the blankets.

"Wait," He murmured, grabbing hold of my wrist. "Stay... Until I fall asleep?"

I arched an eyebrow at his weird request, yet felt compelled to say yes because of how tired I was becoming – when did that happen?

I got back under the covers, my back facing Peter, before I could even get comfortable, Peter already had his arm around my waist again, holding me close enough to rest his head on the crook of my neck.

There was something about his touch that seemed... familiar, an ounce of normal that it didn't feel odd.

Eventally, my eyelids began to grow heavy as my body relaxed against his, listening to the slow breaths of the Hale werewolf beside you, it lulled me off to sleep.

One, that was surprisingly not plagued with nightmares.

[myocsfanfictions]

The Vengeful Deceiver - Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Scarlett Black, she has been a vampire for 8 years and now forced to go back to school, forced to control herself in front of so much food. All for a puppy.

MASTERLIST

《 Previous - Next 》

Chapter 12

They had been driving in silence for half an hour now, round and round they went. Derek was dying on the seat, Stiles was frustrated and grumpy, and Scarlett was in the back of the car trying to keep her racing mind quiet.

That day was getting crazier by the minute. Derek had been shot by her, and Scarlett didn't need the pup to be more specific than that—it was Kate Argent. What the fuck had she been up to now?

Then she observed Derek; if he had been shot, had he met her? But when? Probably he had been following the Alpha for real. And that didn't help with her frustration. She did not want Peter to be right, not after the last conversation they had.

She could feel Derek's eyes on her from the rearview mirror. He was observing her silently, and she didn't like how he was looking at her. It was an inquisitive look, full of questions, and the fact that she didn't know the answer in the first place made her hate that gaze even more. She could turn anything to her advantage if she had answers. But she was getting crazy on her own—she didn't need grumpy Derek Hale up her ass.

"Scarlett," Stiles called her, his tone still frustrated, as he handed her his phone. "Text Scott."

Scarlett frowned at his request. "What should I write?"

"If he found this stupid bullet, for one," he suggested as he drove.

"Wouldn't he have already texted if he did?" At her question, their eyes met through the mirror. Stiles was glaring at her, clearly annoyed by her resistance.

So, Scarlett took a breath, taking the device from his fingers. "Alright."

"Thanks!" Stiles exclaimed.

Scarlett frowned at him—the shy and smart guy was able to give her an attitude. Cute, she thought as she started to type the text to send to the pup.

"'Did you find it yet?' seem reasonable?" she teased his annoyance.

"It is perfect, thank you," he answered in frustration as she handed him his phone back. But it didn't appease Stiles' frustration at all. Scott was not answering, and that only pushed him to try and call him.

I hope he is not shagging with Allison now, Scarlett thought, crossing her arms over her chest as she observed Stiles with his phone against his ear, clearly not getting any answer. She really was starting to believe that Scott and Allison were truly "just studying."

Can a teenager be that idiotic? she asked herself, eyeing Derek. His skin was so pale that she could start to see his veins. The flesh around his eyes was getting dark, and he was starting to sweat. It was pitiful to see him like that. Scarlett was starting to doubt that Derek would ever be able to reach the 48 hours.

When finally Scott answered the text, Stiles had not been happy about it. He closed the phone, throwing it on the ground. "Come on..."

Scarlett eyed him. It was the first time that she was seeing him angry, and it seemed to have some kind of effect on her. Her fangs were begging for her to let them out, and again the same want to bite his neck came back.

She knew that feeling, but she usually had it in other kinds of situations. Shaking her head, Scarlett decided to pick his phone up and read the text.

"'Need more time,'" she read out loud. "You werewolves should have a good intuition in finding things?" Weren't they like dogs or something?

"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" Stiles said in frustration, eyeing Derek. "We're almost there." Scarlett frowned at his words, and she wasn't the only one, because Derek spoke for the first time.

"Almost where?" he asked. He didn't even look up, he seemed too tired to do that.

"Your house," Stiles stated.

This time Derek turned to Stiles. "What? No, you can't take me there."

Stiles let out a frustrated laugh. "I can't take you to your own house?" Scarlett just stood there, listening closely.

"Not when I can't protect myself," Derek explained in between heavy breaths.

"Alright." Stiles had kind of reached his limit because suddenly he pulled his jeep to the side of the road.

"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?" Stiles asked, turning his whole body towards Derek. "Are you dying?"

"Yes," Scarlett said with a nod.

"Not yet," Derek said instead. "I have a last resort."

The vampire only frowned, while Stiles only got more frustrated. "What do you mean? What last resort?"

Then Derek moved the sleeve of his shirt to uncover his wound. Scarlett was waiting for the smell of blood to hit her nose, but once again it did not. She could smell it, but Stiles' scent was kind of stronger... and distracting.

This is definitely not normal, she thought, eyeing Stiles as he dramatically tried not to look at the wound. He was a normal human being—how was it possible that just his scent had all that effect on her?

Once again she found herself spiraling in the same, answerless thoughts. It was not the bond, or at least it should not be. Vampire blood drunk by a human should not have that effect. Why was she able to look at that ugly wound on a werewolf's arm and not attack immediately? She was even lucid enough to notice the pungent smell mixed with the blood.

"Oh, my God! What is that? Is it contagious?" Stiles was saying, disgusted, trying not to look at the arm for too long. "You know what, you should probably just get out."

She could not blame a human for acting like that; he surely had not witnessed wounds like that before.

Derek did not acknowledge what he had just said when he spoke again. "Start the car, now." The tone he used rubbed Scarlett in all the wrong ways, as her eyes squinted in a glare.

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look," Stiles argued with resolution. "In fact, I think if I wanted, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead!"

Scarlett's eyes remained on Derek, though, observing attentively what he'd do next. "Start the car," he said to Stiles, his voice threatening, "or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth."

Scarlett moved forward so that she could stand between Stiles and Derek.

"Alright, sweetie, I get you're having a shitty day, but your threats won't take you nowhere," she hissed with a glare. "Just try to rip his throat and I'm killing you."

Derek managed to move just enough so that he was able to look at her—between pain, rage, and confusion.

And she was confused too.

Why was she getting so angry all of a sudden? Why had she behaved in that way?

Was it Stiles' anger?

Scarlett knew that she was lying to herself. That rage had been all hers. For the countless time that day, she found herself wondering what the hell was happening to her? Then her eyes met Stiles’ gaze. He was looking at her with wide eyes, and his heartbeat was beating fast. Only in that moment she realized that her fangs had popped out.

"Alright," Stiles said. "I'm going to drive, and no one kills anyone, alright?" He said, turning to Derek. "You don't kill me, and Scarlett," their eyes met again, "you too. You don't kill him."

Scarlett tried her best to hide all the confusion that she was feeling, and she only raised her hands as she leaned back against the seat. "Alright..."

"Alright." Stiles nodded his head one time before he started the car once more.

Stiles drove again, around and around, and Scarlett was getting so messed up by her own thoughts that her frustration grew with every minute that passed. Her legs bounced up and down, and sometimes she could spot Stiles looking at her from the mirror.

"What was that?" he asked at some point. Scarlett didn't even bother to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"What was what?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she tilted her head.

"You kind of attacking Derek?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

Scarlett bit the inside of her cheek, knowing full well that it was strange behavior, but she didn't know. She had no idea why she had acted that way. Scarlett really hoped she had an answer for this.

"I just..." she started to say, but then she stopped to let out a groan of frustration.

"You don't even know," Derek spoke with labored breath. Scarlett widened her eyes, but Stiles was the one who spoke.

"Hey, focus on not dying on my seat," he said to Derek, before he looked back at Scarlett for a moment.

"You don't know?" he asked, and Scarlett tightened her grip on her leather jacket. She had to speak to Peter, she had to know what the hell was going on with her.

"I don't know many things about vampires," she admitted as she looked at the sun starting to set. They had been on the road for hours. "Vampires usually are lonely creatures."

"You've never met another?" Stiles asked.

"No, I did," she answered, but they surely did not talk. "We did not speak of what a vampire can do or cannot do. They were not my makers." Stiles shot glances at her as he drove. She could feel him, and she did not know why he was feeling so concerned. And why did she even bother to notice?

Stiles decided to pull off at the side of the road once again. He was running out of gas. And he was getting tired as well. They stood in silence, as the night took over. Derek seemed to go in and out of consciousness, while Scarlett kept her gaze fixed on the dark woods surrounding them.

"I can help you out," Stiles spoke at some point, making her turn with a frown.

"You want to help me?" she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, I clearly am surrounded by supernatural creatures and I'm already researching things about werewolves. Adding research about vampires won't be a problem." Scarlett observed him in silence. He was looking ahead of him, and his heart was beating fast.

"Why?" Scarlett asked, genuinely confused and surprised. Nobody had ever helped her, only the Hales. People did not do things for nothing. But when Stiles turned, she could see his gaze. It was holding resolution and sweetness.

"I want to help you, if you need it," he said, looking into her eyes.

Why was he so nice to her? They didn't even know each other that well.

Then suddenly Stiles' phone went off, and he was quick to answer. Scarlett didn't pay that much attention to the conversation. She just looked at Stiles as he spoke. She didn't know how to explain to herself why she agreed to his idea. It was true, she knew very little about vampires. She knew enough to survive alone. But she had never thought she would have spent so much time with humans, nor had she intended to—not even when she was still alive—so there were so many things that she had never experienced as a vampire.

You can always ask Peter, she said as her eyes never for once left Stiles' frame. He was dramatically passing the phone to Derek with a heavy sigh.

"You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you," he said, just before Derek started to speak through the phone.

"Where does he want you to take him?" she asked, leaning over so that she could speak to Stiles.

"The animal clinic," he said, looking at her. Scott wanted Stiles to bring a werewolf into an animal clinic. That was the first funny thing that had happened to her in all that shitty day.

"No, don't even try to smirk," he said, looking at her.

"I didn't even move my face," she answered.

"Yeah, but you wanted to," he said before turning to Derek, who was still talking over the phone with Scott. "Then think about this," he was saying. "The Alpha called you against your will, he's going to do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or get killed."

That's for sure, Scarlett thought. Peter still needed Scott to kill with him to make sure that he became part of his pack. And Peter did not like that he had rebelled that way. Next time, you either kill with him, or you get killed.

"You cannot help with that?" Stiles asked her with curiosity.

"A werewolf business," she said. "Sorry."

That was just half a lie. It was indeed a werewolf business, but she had no idea if there was a way for Scott not to follow Peter's orders. Peter had never explained that to her. Not that she would have told them—they needed Scott to kill the Argents.

"So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find that bullet," Derek said before hanging up on Scott.

He's always so lovely, she thought, looking at Derek silently.

Stiles now knew where they had to go, so he drove as fast as he could. He really wanted to get rid of Derek as soon as possible.

"Alright," he said as soon as he parked just outside the animal clinic. "I'm gonna take the key, you help him out." He was ready to get off, but then he spun once again. "Don't kill him."

Scarlett glared, but she had no time to answer, since Stiles was already out of the car. Scarlett took a breath and climbed out, then she quickly walked towards Derek's side and opened the door.

"Alright, big boy," she said, taking his arm so that she could pass it over her shoulders. Derek groaned in pain, but he managed to get up. When she brought him towards the entrance, Stiles was already opening it.

"You have to sit down," she said, leading Derek towards a pile of dog food bags.

"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles said. If he had done it just a moment before, Scarlett would have let go of Derek.

This is bad, she thought.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane," Derek explained. His breath had gotten even heavier. "He has to bring me the bullet."

Stiles' eyes grew larger. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to die without it." Scarlett and Stiles looked at each other at Derek's words. Derek had not much time—Scott needed to move.

"There must be something else we can do," Scarlett said, looking down at Derek with her hands resting on her hips.

"You've talked of a last resort," Stiles backed her up. Derek nodded his head weakly.

"Bring me inside," Derek said.

"What?" At her question, Derek only glared at her. He was almost dying—maybe it was not the time to argue. So, Scarlett took a breath before sharing a quick glance with Stiles, then she moved to Derek, taking him by his good arm so that she could put him on his feet. In the meantime, Stiles quickly texted Scott, as he led them inside the clinic.

"I need to take off my shirt," Derek said.

"Now?" Scarlett and Stiles asked at the same time.

"Yes, now," he groaned.

I cannot fucking believe it, she thought with a groan, before she started to help him take off his shirt as they kept following Stiles inside the corridor of the clinic. They finally entered the room where Scott's boss visited pets, and Derek went under the light so that he could look at the wound better.

Under the light, it seemed even worse. And now black veins were starting to spread from the bullet wound.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said from next to her. He seemed more nervous than usual.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek explained.

"That doesn't leave you much time then," Scarlett said, earning a glare from the werewolf. Then he started to go through the vet stuff.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles said with a frown.

"What the hell are you doing now?" Scarlett asked, confused.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort..." Derek said, opening all the drawers he could find.

"Which is?" Stiles asked him. And when Derek turned to them, she noticed that he was holding a saw in his hand.

"You're going to cut off my arm," Derek said with resolution. Stiles had been left short of words; he was disgusted and freaked out, and she didn't need to focus on his emotions—disgust was painted all over his face.

"Are you serious right now?" Scarlett asked Derek as he found a tourniquet.

"Have you another plan?" he asked her.

"What about wait?" she answered, but he glared at her.

"It's already halfway up," he protested.

"Which means you've got all the other half," Scarlett said, observing the black veins. But Derek shook his head.

"I won't risk it," he insisted.

Scarlett took a breath as she reached out her hand. "Alright, then give it to me," she said. "It's been years of me wanting to cut your arm." Derek shook his head.

"You can't," he said, and Scarlett frowned.

"Why not?" she asked.

Derek looked up at her, stopping his ministrations to tighten the tourniquet around his arm. "I don't know how you're managing not to bite me to death, like you should," he said, making her body get stiff as she did all her best not to look towards Stiles, next to her. "But my blood is going to flow out, and you need to stay far away while Stiles cuts it off."

"What? Me?" Stiles exclaimed.

"You mean I have to go away?" Scarlett frowned at Derek.

"I'd really appreciate her to stay, actually," Stiles said from next to her. "What if you bleed to death?"

Derek was tightening the string once again. "It'll heal if it works."

Stiles was groaning in disgust. "Look, I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not?" Derek asked.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!" Stiles exclaimed, making both Scarlett and Derek turn to him with frowns on their faces.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked.

"Is it a phobia or something?" Scarlett said, tilting her head. And Stiles gave both of them an incredulous look.

"No," he said with a shake of his head, "but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

"Then I'll do it," Scarlett said, but Derek glared at her.

"I said no," he said before turning to Stiles. "Let's put it this way. Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Scarlett glared at him—she really did not like how he was talking. And the same feeling of anger that she had felt inside the car just a few hours ago had come back.

"Okay, you know," Stiles said, "I'm so not buying these threats anymore—" then suddenly Derek reached forward, grabbing Stiles by the shirt to yank him towards him. Anger flared uncontrollably inside of her, and before Scarlett could stop herself, she gripped Derek's arm that was holding Stiles.

"Let him go, or I'll rip off both your arms," she said, with her fangs out. Derek turned to look at Scarlett, his glare observing her with confusion and anger.

"Wait, wait, you both," Stiles said. "All right, bought, sold, totally, I'll do it." Derek and Scarlett kept glaring at each other, but when he finally let Stiles go, she did the same. But then, Derek started to gag before throwing up black blood.

"Holy God, what the hell was that?" Stiles seemed on the verge of tears. And he probably was.

"It's my body," Derek said, taking deep breaths. "It is trying to heal itself."

"Well, it is not doing a very good job at it," Stiles said, disgust painted all over his face.

"You gotta do it now," Derek said. He was bent over the table, his arm spread out.

"Look, I don't think I can—" Stiles was trying to back out again, but Derek yelled at him to do it.

"I'm taking down the asshole," Scarlett said, handing Stiles the saw. "You can do it." Stiles did not seem convinced as he took the object from her hand. Scarlett put her hands and forearms against Derek's back, and Stiles was getting ready to get in position to saw.

Was she going to freak out? Would she attack Derek and maybe Stiles afterwards? She would have already done it by now, but with the arm cut off, maybe Stiles' scent—or whatever it was—wasn't enough to keep her calm.

But just before Stiles could cut through, the puppy's voice made all of them look up. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked with panicked voice.

Stiles let out a relieved breath. "You've just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," he said as Scarlett let Derek go.

"Did you have it?" he asked tiredly, and Scott was quick to put a hand in his pocket to take out the bullet. Then he passed it to Derek. Scarlett observed him as she walked to go next to Stiles.

"What are you going to do with it?" the boy asked.

"I'm gonna..." Scarlett frowned as she looked at Derek, "I'm gonna..." but then suddenly, he let go of the bullet just before his body collapsed on the floor.

"What the fuck?" Scarlett groaned as she followed Stiles and kneeled next to Derek. He was unconscious. That was not really good.

Big boy, now? she thought as Stiles tried to see if Derek was reacting in any way. Scarlett looked around—where was the bullet? And she frowned when she noticed Scott kneeling down just a few feet from them.

"Derek, come on, wake up!" he said as he gave Derek light slaps on his face. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?" Scarlett could feel his panic in her chest. It was rising by the minute, and for a moment her own heart seemed to beat again.

"I don't know," Scott said, now lying down on the floor.

"Oh, my God," Stiles was saying when the door opened once again. Scarlett and Stiles turned their heads and their eyes widened to see Evelyn at the door.

"What is going on?" she asked, but before anyone could answer, Scarlett noticed how Evelyn's gaze changed when she noticed the wound on Derek's arm.

Why is she not scared? Scarlett asked herself, when she observed the girl kneeling down on the other side of Stiles, taking Derek's wounded arm in her hands. She was observing the wound closely.

"Wolfsbane," Evelyn said as Scarlett and Stiles looked at each other with wide eyes.

"I can't reach it," she heard Scott saying.

"I think he is dying," Stiles said, looking down at Derek, unresponsive. "I think he's dead."

"Where's the bullet?" Evelyn asked, making Scarlett turn to her.

Who the hell is this girl? she asked herself.

Then suddenly Scott let out a happy sigh, just before coming back to them, only now noticing Evelyn kneeling there.

"Eve?"

"Give me the bullet," she said, reaching out for the little object. Scott was very stunned, and he didn't move, so Evelyn spoke again. "I can help. Give it to me."

Scarlett was too focused on the conversation between the pup and the girl to notice that Stiles moved to give a strong punch right across Derek's face, hurting himself in the process. Scarlett got closer to him, stopping Stiles from shaking his hand, to take a look at it. He didn't hurt himself, but he had managed to get Derek to open his eyes immediately.

"Can you stand up?" Evelyn asked Derek, who looked at her with a confused frown on his face. But she didn’t let him answer as she took him by the arm and turned to Scott. "Help him up." Together, they made him stand against the metallic table. Evelyn took the bullet, opened the top part of the bullet, emptying the bottom part on the table. It was dust of wolfsbane, Scarlett noticed it, from near Stiles, who was still shaking his hand.

"A lighter," Evelyn said, just before Derek took one out for her to take. The girl was quick to take it, before moving the flame close to the wolfsbane, which, with a spark that made Scarlett close her eyes, took fire. Once the sparks were gone, Evelyn took the burnt wolfsbane in her hands, and then she turned to Derek.

"It’s going to burn," she warned, and when Derek nodded his head, she put the burnt wolfsbane on the wound, pushing it especially there. Derek started to scream and stir in pain, just before he collapsed on the floor.

Scarlett observed Derek still on the ground, asking herself how that girl had been able to know what to do. To do so, Evelyn must have known about supernatural creatures, or at least werewolves. That was why she had been so strange with Scarlett? Maybe she thought she was a werewolf, or maybe she suspected her to be a vampire. Whatever the answer, Evelyn could be—or become—a problem in the future.

It didn’t take long before the black lines on Derek's arm completely disappeared. His skin colour came back and so did his strength.

"That was... awesome!" Stiles exclaimed with enthusiasm, making Scarlett look up at him, not able to stop her lips from curling up. He seemed to enjoy it when more supernatural things happened around him. He had a similar reaction when he had found out that Scarlett was a vampire.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked as Derek moved to stand up.

"Except for the agonizing pain?" his sassiness was coming back.

"To use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said, using sarcasm himself.

"Be careful," Evelyn said, trying to get closer to help, but Derek growled, making her stop in her tracks.

Always charming, big boy, Scarlett thought, even if she could not disagree with Derek this time.

"We saved your life," Scott said, with slight panic in his voice. "Which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got it? Or I'm going to go to Allison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything."

Scarlett could not hide her glare. "I wouldn't do that," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek asked Scott. "You think they can help you?"

"Why not?" Scott answered. "They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scarlett let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking her head at the pup's words. She wondered how nice they would have treated him if they only suspected that he was a werewolf. She would have loved to see the scene.

"Yeah..." Derek said with an irritated expression. "I can show you exactly how nice they are." Scott frowned at Derek's words. "Come with me to the hospital."

"What?" Scott asked with a frown. "Why?" Derek took a step to take his shirt that had been left on the floor at the side of the room.

"To show you what I mean." Then Derek turned to Evelyn with an inquisitive look. He was probably trying to understand if she was some kind of creature. Scarlett was actually doing the same, but set aside the fact that she knew how to help Derek, there was nothing else strange about her. She was not a vampire, but she was not a werewolf.

"Eve," Stiles spoke, stepping toward the girl, and Scarlett followed his movement. "How... why... what?" The girl looked up at him; she seemed uneasy.

"You know about supernatural creatures?" Scott asked, the surprise clear in his tone.

"It is a bit complicated," Evelyn said. Her blue eyes moved from the pup to Scott. "But yes, I know about them, and I know that you are a werewolf." Then she looked at Derek, who kept glaring at her. "And that the Hales are too."

"But how?" Stiles asked. "Are you one too?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No, I'm not," she answered. "But my family has always known these things."

"And why haven't you told us?" Scott asked curiously.

Evelyn shrugged her shoulders shyly. "I really didn't know how to," she answered. "Luckily, I had left my phone at work," she said, looking at Derek again.

"I would have managed," he growled, as grumpy as usual. Scarlett tilted her head to the side, with a skeptical look and her arms crossed over her chest.

"It didn’t seem like it seeing you passed out on the floor," Evelyn answered him. She didn't seem intimidated at all. But Derek just growled once again, before turning to Scarlett.

"We need to talk," he said, starting to make his way out of the clinic. Scarlett took a breath, observing him.

"You're welcome, by the way," Evelyn said as Derek passed next to her to go towards the door. But he didn't answer. Scarlett shook her head, then she turned to Stiles.

"Is your hand alright?" Stiles looked at his knuckles, shaking his hand once more.

"Yeah, I guess," he answered, eyeing the door. "You're going to talk to him?" Scarlett nodded her head, noticing how he was looking at her.

"Are you worried?" she asked with a little frown.

Stiles' eyes widened, and the blush came back. "Well, when you two talked you only wanted to kill each other." Scarlett let out a little chuckle as she observed him.

"Nobody is going to die," she assured him, before her eyes moved to Evelyn. "Are you going to ask many questions to her?"

"For sure," he answered with a nod.

Scarlett wondered how many things Evelyn knew. She had not mentioned her when she had spoken with Scott, but Scarlett could not rule out that Evelyn knew something about what she was. But it was not possible that she could link Scarlett to the Alpha. So for now, she should be safe.

"Can you take me back to school, later?" Scarlett asked Stiles.

"Yeah, sure," he answered with a nod, and with a last smile, Scarlett followed Derek outside the animal clinic. He was outside, probably enjoying the fact that he was still alive.

"This time that was a close call, big boy," Scarlett said, stopping next to him. "Who shot you?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. Scarlett observed Derek clenching his jaw before answering.

"I was following the Alpha," he said. "He had attacked an Argent, and she shot me." Scarlett frowned, looking at him. He was trying to be cryptic.

"An Argent?" she asked skeptically, but her question made him turn to her.

"Yeah," he answered, "Like the one you are friends with." Scarlett tilted her head as she challenged his stare. He must have seen her and Allison at school one of the times he had stalked Scott.

"Was she the one who shot you?" she asked.

"No," Derek answered, making Scarlett smirk.

"Then she can live another day, it seems," she answered, and Derek frowned.

"Are you planning to kill her?" Scarlett shook her head.

"I do not kill humans," she lied, looking at him. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "There's only one I would kill. And you should know who I'm talking about. And maybe you would kill her too." Derek glared at her.

"I just want to stop the Alpha," he insisted, but Scarlett could not believe him. He was searching for the Alpha because he thought that he had killed Laura. What made Kate different?

"And Scott and your anchor will help me do it," his words made her frown. That seemed to amuse him as he tilted his head. Was he mocking her?

"You think it doesn't happen to your kind?" he asked, making her confused once again.

"There's no anchor to the hunger," she answered defensively.

"No," he said, "But an anchor is enough to not make you kill me when you smelled my blood." That could not be the reason why Stiles' blood calmed her. It could not be. "Anchors make us more human. Feelings make us more human."

"It must be the bond then," Scarlett spoke, feeling her head spinning again as it had happened during all that day. And the chuckle from Derek only made her angrier.

"If it makes you feel better," he said, "But the bond does not make you angry when someone threatens him." Scarlett frowned in confusion. What was he saying? What was he hinting?

"I would have never thought of seeing this," Derek said, looking at her one last time before noticing Scott, Stiles, and Evelyn getting out of the animal clinic.

To see what? she asked herself, lost in confusion. What was he talking about? What was he seeing? What was happening to her? Why was Stiles making her more human? If not the bond, what was it?

"Me and Scott need to go to the hospital," she heard Derek say.

"I can drive you there," Evelyn said, looking up at Scott. The pup seemed not eager to go, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Call me later," Stiles said to his best friend, as he took the keys of his jeep. Then he walked to Scarlett, with a little frown.

"Hey, are you alright?" Scarlett observed him. She was really trying to figure out what the hell this boy was doing to her. He could not be her anchor. She did not have an anchor. What had happened that day must have had another meaning. It didn't make sense otherwise.

What the hell is happening to me?

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Thirteen Truths (and a Lie)

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, True Mates, post Nogitsune, Emissary Stiles, Spark Stiles, Pack Mom Stiles, Alpha Peter, magic, truth spell (in a way), hurt/comfort, Fae/Seelies, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Allison Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, m/f, f/f

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia, Scott/Allison, Malia/Kira

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Cora Hale, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura

@writersmonth Prompts: petal + theater

Summary: Seelies have invaded Beacon Hills and the pack goes to negotiate the terms of their surrender. The Seelie Queen agrees to leave, in exchange for a game. Stiles, as the pack's Emissary, is the one who gets to play. If he tells thirteen hard truths, in front of his pack, the Seelies will leave.

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Thirteen Truths (and a Lie)

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Stiles yawned and folded his arms on the kitchen isle, resting his cheek on his folded arms and getting more comfortable. The others were droning on about something but Stiles couldn't find the energy to concentrate. He'd spent the past twenty hours on a research binge, he was sleepy.

"You should pay attention, Stiles," Derek frowned at him, looking somewhat concerned.

"Seelie Court etiquette, dos and don'ts with fae folk," Stiles mumbled, waving a dismissive hand. "I spent the past day studying up on it, I don't need the Alpha lecture – even though I'm sure Peter is doing a wonderful job explaining it to you guys. Go, Peter."

He gave the Alpha a playful thumbs-up and Peter rolled his eyes at him, though the man couldn't fight the small, bemused smile. He stood together with Chris in front of the kitchen isle. The rest of the pack was gathered in a circle around them, more or less. Erica was sitting on Boyd's lap on the couch, with Isaac sitting next to them, talking to Erica. Jackson and Lydia were sharing the love-seat, Lydia on his lap and a heavy book on the armrest next to them as she scanned through it while carding her fingers through her mate's hair, soothing Jackson (which was always a good thing to do during a pack meeting to keep him and Scott from going for each other's throats). Scott, Allison, Kira and Malia were sharing the other couch and oh god why was Stiles in a pack with so many happy couples, that was just disgusting. Kira was braiding Malia's hair. Why were they so cute.

Stiles' eyes found Derek, Cora and Isaac on instinct, seeking the companionship from the other singles in their paired-up pack. Cora offered him a grin and an exasperated eye-roll motioning at Scott and Allison while making gagging motions, which only made Stiles snicker.

Peter cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows at Stiles in a pointed manner. "As I was saying, we have to decide how we approach the Seelie Court."

Stiles just offered his Alpha a tired, shit-eating grin. Man, he'd never thought Peter would grow into being a good Alpha. But being brought back from dead had really helped the man. And he loved this pack so fiercely, with the fierceness of a man who had already lost one pack. So when the Alpha Pack had invaded their territory and when the Darach had poisoned Cora, forcing Derek to give up his Alpha Spark to heal his sister, Peter had gone ahead and killed one of those 'spare Alphas running around' (Peter's words. That man was horrible. Why was Stiles so deeply in love with him), making him the new Alpha of the Hale Pack. They'd rebuilt, together. Well, until the next big bad hit them. Stiles' breath hitched at the reminder of the Nogitsune and even without meaning to, he started pressing his thumbs against the pads of his fingers, counting them.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice grew softer as he watched the movement.

Startled, Stiles sat up when he noticed the whole room had fallen silent, everyone staring at him. Everyone watching his finger-counting. Damn it. He hated worrying them. He forced a smile.

"I'm fine, just didn't sleep," Stiles shrugged.

Which wasn't even a lie. Neither of that was. He was fine – his new normal, his new definition of fine, because he would never be 'fine' again, he knew that, it had settled deeply in his bones. He was as fine as he would ever be. Stretching long and cracking his back, he decided to focus on the pack-meeting after all. Better than to let his mind drift to dark places. It tended to do that, especially when he was on too little sleep, which he evidently was today.

"There isn't really much to consider," Lydia picked the previous conversation up again. "When negotiating with the fae, it's important to have one vocal point, particularly to avoid missteps. The chances of someone in this pack speaking out of terms and insulting the fae, or worse even, accepting something from the fae that will be taken as a bargain, is too high."

"Why—y is everyone looking at me?" Scott frowned. "Jackson insults more people than me."

"That's true," Jackson shrugged. "But you would just accept shit from them, McCall."

"Don't fight," Stiles growled annoyed, pinning both betas with a look. "Focus."

Both Chris and Peter regarded him with heavy eyes and Stiles avoided them both, instead turning his attention to the coffee maker to get something to keep him awake. He hated the way they'd look at him whenever he accidentally Pack Mom-ed a little too obviously. It made something anxious twist in his gut, making him wonder if they knew. It was probably wrong of him to 'secretly' be Pack Mom, without actually clearing that with the Alpha and the Alpha Mate, but… But then there were enough things kept between them so he didn't feel overly guilty for it. With a near vindictive energy did he pour himself a coffee before returning to the counter.

"I'll talk to the Seelie Queen," Stiles declared simply.

"Excuse you," Peter huffed out a near amused laugh. "Who's the Alpha."

Peter flashed those pretty, pretty red eyes at him. It was cute how Peter thought that'd get him Stiles' submission. Instead, Stiles simply rolled his own eyes and emptied the cup of coffee in one go, causing Isaac to make gagging sounds and Boyd to make a concerned noise.

"Who's the Emissary of this pack," Stiles countered, raising both eyebrows at Peter. "That's literally in my job description. I represent the pack in diplomatic missions and speak on the pack's behalf. Don't think it can get more diplomatic than a visit at the Seelie Court. Besides, with all due respect oh great Alpha, you tend to get… violent… when your pack is threatened."

"So," Peter narrowed his eyes at Stiles, demanding more.

"There's no way we won't get threatened there," Stiles blinked at him amused. "Seelies play games and they threaten with honey-sweetened words. The last thing we need is for you to take a threat a bit too personal and threaten them back, because we'd be in their realm. They'd not only have the home advantage, we'd be stuck in a whole different realm, Peter. You're good with words, you got a sharp tongue, but so do I. I know how to deal with this. I spent all of yesterday preparing for it."

"He's not wrong, dad," Malia offered with a shrug. "Stiles has a sharper tongue than you."

"From my own daughter," Peter muttered beneath his breath.

"He is the best pick, from a standpoint of his role in the pack," Lydia added. "I would have tossed my own hat in the ring, or even Kira's – kitsune are trickster spirits, so there might be a certain sense of kinship that the Seelies might feel toward her – but as Emissary, Stiles is best suited."

Kira ducked her head. "I would really rather not do a job that requires me to speak sharp and precise. I am more prone to word-vomit and I don't see that going over well."

Malia interlaced her fingers with Kira's and pulled her close enough to kiss. "I like your word-vomits, they're cute. But yeah maybe not vomit all over the Seelie Court."

"Are you sure, Stiles?" Derek frowned at him again.

"You are so way over-protective, dude," Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Don't call me 'dude'," Derek growled annoyed. "And I'm serious."

"So am I," Stiles raised both eyebrows at the former Alpha. "I mean, shit, I'm already best suited from an introductory perspective. It's rude not to answer when asked something and they will ask for our names first. Names hold power. If you give a fae folk your name, they have control over you, but if you just don't answer, you insult them. I'm the only one who can truthfully answer without giving my actual name, because I don't go by my actual name."

"Huh," Erica blinked a couple of times. "Didn't even consider that."

A broad, shit-eating grin spread over Stiles lips. "I was made for this one. Besides! No mortal danger! I mean, you know, not from attacks. Mortal danger from linguistic missteps, but I'm eloquent enough to fight that battle. This one? This one's for me."

His grin turned a little more wicked and Peter flashed his eyes red for a moment in a way that Stiles couldn't quite explain. But what he said was true. Ever since the Seelie Court had moved into Beacon Hills a few days ago, and people started disappearing, Stiles had mentally prepared himself for this. He was uniquely suited to take care of this problem.

"We're all going," Chris declared in a very final Alpha Mate voice. "We won't let you walk into a foreign magical realm on your own, Stiles. But nobody aside from Stiles will speak with the fae or make contact with them. You will not be provoked and you will not provoke. Am I clear?"

The betas all ducked their heads and nodded to varying degrees. Stiles' grin turned a little more soft at the trust from his Alphas, even as it made his heart feel uncomfortably heavy.

/break\

The fourteen of them walked deep into the preserve together the next day. No unnecessary accessories – jackets, scarves, jewelry – nothing that could be snatched or bargained. Nobody was to wander off and, as Chris had declared yesterday, nobody was to speak to the Seelies aside from Stiles. His heart was jackrabbiting in his chest. Peter rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You can do this," Peter whispered in a warm voice. "I know that."

The confidence only made Stiles' heart beat even faster. He nodded sharply as he lead the pack toward the pond deep in the woods. Oh, he really hoped this was going to work. It'd be so much easier with magic, but—He shook his head sharply, he couldn't think about that right now.

"This is a powerful portal," Stiles motioned at the mushrooms growing around the pond. "Water is a bridge between realms already but this pond was turned into a fairy circle too. Do not get lost. I'll go in first, we will all hold hands, there will be no complaints."

His hand slipped into Peter's, who in turn took Chris', Chris holding Allison's, Allison holding Scott's, behind Scott came Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Derek, Cora, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Jackson. One by one, they stepped through the bond, falling through the sky and landing in a true fairy tale kingdom. Everything was a purple blue haze, beautiful. Glowing fireflies in blue and pink flying all around them, butterflies larger than normal circled them. Flowers and tall trees everywhere.

"This is stunning," Kira whispered in awe.

"Do not, under any circumstances, touch anything," Stiles reminded her in a steely voice. "Regardless of how beautiful and harmless it looks. Everything here is deadly."

The kitsune nodded sharply, holding a little tighter onto Malia and Lydia. No one had let go yet. Good. Safer that way, at least until they'd reach the Seelie Court. Stiles' eyes were hard as he regarded them all, counting his pack-members just to make sure they were all there.

"How do we find the Seelie Court?" Scott asked, looking around. "This seems… big…"

"He has a point," Jackson conceded. "I can't see a real path anywhere either."

Stiles smirked at the betas, before tilting his head back and calling out loudly. "In the name of the Nemeton of Beacon Hills, I evoke the Spark's right of an audience with the Seelie Queen."

"What," Peter's eyes were wide in surprise.

It made Stiles laugh and turn toward the stunned pack. "I told you, I am uniquely suited for this job. The Nemeton is what invited the fae folk. As its chosen guardian, I have the right of an audience and can not be harmed until I am before the queen."

"Aren't you full of surprises, little Spark," Peter's eyes danced with something that Stiles couldn't name, before he frowned. "Though I do not appreciate the half-truths. You could have told us."

"Eh, where's the fun in that," Stiles laughed and turned back again.

His laughter died when two Seelie Knights approached them, wearing armor of hardened leafs and bark, adored with gold and gemstones. Their long hair was braided and decorated with poison ivy. They were easily the most beautiful creatures Stiles had ever seen, though he couldn't tell if they were men, women or neither. He just knew he was enchanted. His grip tightened.

"Do not let go until we're at the court," Stiles instructed the pack sharply.

"Spark," one of the knights greeted him, both of them bowing deep. "Our queen is delighted to receive you. If you would follow us, alone, we will bring you."

Stiles returned the bow and spoke while still bent down. "I thank your queen for her hospitality, however, where I go, my pack goes. As she surely can understand, for she would not receive me without her trusted knights present either."

The Seelie Knights exchanged a look, but in the end, they gave a reluctant nod and led the way. They walked through the forest and it felt as though the trees were bending their way, forming arcs for them to walk beneath. It was truly stunning. Until they reached the Seelie Court. Like a naturally occurring amphitheater, in a strange way. The stones and Earth seemed like they had formed the rounded shape all on their own, it was beautiful. The trees above them bore pink flowers, their petals raining down on everything ever so softly. Stiles could imagine being here forever.

At the center of the amphitheater stood a tree stump, the bark rising higher in the back, making it look like a throne. On the throne sat the most breathtaking woman Stiles had ever seen, her dress practically see-through in soft green, with flowers growing around it. Her hair was snow-white, her skin pale and adored with silver freckles like stars. Her eyes sharp and unnaturally green.

Stiles let go of Peter's hand to go down on one knee, bowing to her. The Alpha caught on and followed his example, and so did the rest of the pack after a moment. The knights walked to stand on either side of their queen, who made a delighted noise.

"I am Queen Faerynna of the Seelie Court and I am overjoyed to welcome a Spark in my realm."

"You are too kind, your highness. Your hospitality flatters me," Stiles remained kneeling.

"Rise, and tell me who you are," the queen instructed him.

"I am Stiles, Spark of Beacon Hills and Emissary of our local pack," Stiles said, motioning behind himself. "This is my pack and we thank you for your time."

He could hear one of them – Scott? Isaac? – gasp loudly now that everyone stood again. Stiles didn't turn away from the queen, but he still checked from the corner of his eyes. Ah. Humans, the missing people they were looking for. Dancing with bleeding feed, crying without noise.

"Do you like them?" Queen Faerynna asked excitedly. "They are new! They entertain me!"

Stiles instinctively reached out behind himself to grab Scott's wrist without having to look. He always knew where his betas were, Pack Mom instincts were great. Holding tight, he stopped Scott and jerked him back, giving a light shove and hoping the rest of the pack would catch on and help him keep a lid on this. He loved Scott dearly, but the guy's mortals often got the better of him. He wanted to help the people right now, but they couldn't. It'd incite the queen's wrath.

"They seem like… dull entertainment to me," Stiles offered after a moment. "Not worthy of a queen as beautiful and powerful as yourself, your highness."

The queen looked pleased and intrigued by this, leaning back in her throne. "What do you want."

"Their freedom, and ideally that you leave our territory," Stiles offered bluntly.

"And what do you offer in return?" Queen Faerynna's eyes sparkled eagerly.

"What is it you would want, in return for this," Stiles asked instead of offering anything.

"Mh…" Queen Faerynna's brows furrowed thoughtfully. "You want to take my entertainment away and you claim it isn't worthy of a queen like me, so… If you can entertain me better than they, I will grant your request. They can go and I will bind my realm to another place."

Stiles took a moment to consider. "What… kind of entertainment would you wish for, my queen? I assure you, I am not a graceful dancer, I doubt I would be able to entertain you with dance."

She laughed lightly and shook her head. "Play a game with me and if you play, I let them go."

Adjusting his stance, Stiles tilted his head. "Neither me nor my pack will die or be harmed in this game? And you will let us go too, when the game ends?"

"No physical harm will come to either of you."

"No harm at all will come to them," Stiles argued sharply.

The queen looked even more delighted at that. "No harm at all will come to your pack, if you play."

"And you will keep your end of the bargain regardless of how the game ends?" Stiles asked warily. "Not just in case I win, but also in case I lose."

"Oh, you will lose," Queen Faerynna pursed her lips amused. "But yes. As long as you play, start to finish, I will let you, your companions and the drool little dancers leave my realm."

"We have a deal," Stiles declared, followed by gasps from his pack.

No bargains with the fae. Well, no ill-advised bargains with the fae. He was content with these terms they had set and he knew they would not get rid of the Seelie Court without giving something. He whirled around when there were outcries from his pack. Vines shot from the ground, curling around them from the ankles up to the necks, keeping them all individually rooted to the spot. Blood-red roses sprouted on the vines as they tied the pack up.

"You promised no harm-" Stiles growled dangerously.

"They are not harmed," the queen stated matter-of-factly. "And as long as you play, they will not be harmed. See the thorns as… incentive for you to play along, young Spark."

A vicious snarl formed on his face as he saw the fearful look on Lydia's face, the concern on Chris', the panic on Isaac's. He whirled around, facing the queen again. So he wouldn't have to look at his pack, not feel guilty about the situation he'd gotten them into.

"I'm going to play your game," Stiles muttered, displeased. "Tell me the rules."

"It's simple," Faerynna smiled at him lightly. "I will ask you thirteen questions, one for each member of your pack, and with every hard truth you will reveal to me, to this court, and to your pack, I will release one of your pack-mates. You can, of course, end the game any time by refusing to answer me, but then I will keep every remaining pack-member I still have."

Her eyes were sharp and so were her teeth as she smiled even broader. He froze at the spot, his heartbeat skyrocketing as his eyes widened and his palms started sweating.

"What," Stiles forced the word out. "H… How is that entertaining for you."

He had genuinely considered chess or something along those lines. A game of wits and wisdom, worthy or a millennia old fae. Not this. The queen laughed, her smile growing more vicious.

"You have a sharp, silver tongue, young Spark," the queen pointed out. "You have mastered the art of lying to werewolves. That fascinates me and I think it would be greatly entertaining to see you stripped of your armor and forced to tell your truths."

"Stiles, listen to me," Lydia spoke gently. "It's going to be okay. Whatever you say, none of us will hold it against you. We know you're doing this to save us."

"What do you mean?" Scott sounded confused.

"Sometimes, we tell lies because truths hurt, even those close to us," Peter's voice was filled with bitterness. "Whatever the queen wants to pull out of Stiles, she does so to hurt him."

"Which means that these are things he chose not to tell us," Chris continued. "And that's his right. Everyone has a right to their secrets. So what Lydia means is that we will not hold those secrets against him, whatever they are, even if they hurt us."

"Especially if they hurt us," Peter corrected his mate. "Because it's most likely that that's why Stiles decided to keep them secrets, to not hurt us."

Stiles quirked his lips into a bitter smile at that. Wouldn't Peter know about secrets, mh. Still, the reassurance from his pack somewhat eased the queasy feeling in his stomach. He took a breath at the soft, understanding 'oh' from Scott. Okay. He could do that. Telling the truth.

"Bit rusty, but sure, let's give it a try," Stiles muttered beneath his breath before straightening to his full height, holding his head high too, not cowering before her. "I'm ready for your game."

There was a pause in everyone as the game was about to start. The pack, Stiles, the queen, even the knights. No, everything. Stiles noted the way the falling petals were suspended in the air for a moment. The binding magic of a fae contract was kicking in. And then everything came back to life.

"How can there be a Spark, in a territory where the local Nemeton has been cut down?"

Stiles tilted his head, furrowing his brows. That wasn't what he had expected. He turned to look back at his pack, all thirteen of them wrapped up in vines, thorns digging into their clothes. Blood-red roses adoring the vines. Some of them – Malia, Jackson, Derek and Scott – struggling more, like they could break free if they only tried hard enough. Others like Lydia, Kira, Peter and Chris knew better, stood relaxed, knowing that the vines would only tighten if they struggled.

"You can't ask questions that we don't know the answers to. That's cheating," Chris declared.

The hunter stared at the queen with steely, cold eyes, making Stiles shudder. The glare seemed nearly protective and Stiles felt warmth fill his belly at that thought. He knew it wasn't, but still.

"That's what makes it a hard truth," Queen Faerynna smiled bemused. "Because he knows the answer. He knows the answer but hasn't even told his pack. Delightful."

"Because it's mine," Stiles growled, keeping his head high.

"Not anymore," Queen Faerynna looked gleeful. "Unless you are fine with leaving this court without your friends… I wouldn't mind keeping them for my entertainment."

She curled her fingers together and the vines tightened around the pack. Stiles glared frustrated.

"The Nemeton only plants the Spark. But there have always been three parties. The Nemeton, the Spark, the pack," Stiles answered, raising his head, trying to look down on the queen. "The Hales just stopped looking for a Spark. I'm fairly sure there's always been a Spark, but the Spark has been forgotten by the pack. They thought there couldn't be one without the Nemeton. But the Nemeton still planted the Spark. It takes the pack to ignite a Spark. I only got access to my magic after I joined the Hale Pack, the first time I used my magic was to protect my pack, at the rave."

He could hear the confused noises, saw the looks his pack exchanged at that. Could see the questions in their eyes. His stomach felt like it was filling with lead, even as the roses around Isaac turned from their blood-red color into a pure white and the vines let go, leaving Isaac confused, stumbling forward and instinctively closer to Stiles. Stiles' own instincts told him to put himself between his pup and the threat. The queen. So he pushed in front of Isaac.

"And why is that a secret?" Queen Faerynna asked. "Why not tell your pack?"

The delightful grin on her lips told him that she already knew. His pulse was picking up, he balled fists at the sides of his body, feeling tense and nervous. He didn't like where this game was going.

"Stiles," Peter growled. "Answer her question."

And not just because the pack was in danger. But because the Alpha was angry. He could hear it in Peter's growl. The master manipulator and hoarder of information hated not knowing. This was knowledge regarding his pack that had been deliberately kept from him by his Emissary.

"Because you already lost enough," Stiles forced out, turning to look at Peter, Derek and Cora. "You were already blaming yourself for the loss of your family. You didn't need to know that your family could have lived if the pack had kept looking for Sparks, if instead of the unreliable, weak druid, Talia would have had a Spark as her Emissary. I didn't want you to feel like there was something else you could have done to prevent what happened, not when the past is… in the past."

He pressed his lips together and looked away from the Hales. There was no changing the past and yet this was a fact. If the Hale Pack hadn't stopped looking for Sparks, had kept looking for them, they would have had Sparks as Emissaries for the past seventy years. Whoever had been the Spark before Stiles, they would have been at Talia's side, they could have protected the pack.

"Stiles…" Peter's voice softened. "That wasn't your burden to carry."

"It was," Stiles straightened his posture again, bracing himself for what would come after this. "I am your Emissary. Protecting this pack is my job. Even from emotional pain, Peter."

He chanced a glance at the Hales, seeing pain and pity in their eyes, even as the roses around Cora turned lily white and the vines fell off of her. She came to join Isaac in standing behind Stiles. He took a step forward, away from them. He didn't want comfort or support, because it would just make him more aware of the audience he had. If he had to give eleven more truths, he needed to compartmentalize. Lock away his own feelings in regard to this and focus on the task.

"Your job, mh," a bemused smile played on the queen's face. "What is your job in this pack?"

"I'm the Emissary of the pack," Stiles replied with narrowed eyes.

"Half-truth," Queen Faerynna chimed, shaking her head in disapproval. "Don't make me hurt them. You know exactly what I am talking about. What's your job in this pack, that you're hiding?"

"I'm…" Stiles' voice shook a little and he swallowed hard. "Pack Mom."

Noises of confusion came from behind him, startled gasps. He tried tuning them out, because he knew he wasn't done answering. She required elaborate answers. Painful answers.

"I've been Pack Mom since I joined this pack, back when Derek was still the Alpha," Stiles continued, focusing only on the queen. "I take care of my pack. I used my magic for the first time so I could protect my pups. I protected them from the kanima, at the rave. Put myself between them and the threat. Would do it again every day. Am doing it right now."

He squared up just a little, glaring at the queen and drawing emphasis to the fact that he did stand between her and Isaac and Cora. The two betas made curious noises at that. The queen laughed. Someone else was freed and moments later, he felt Derek's hand on his shoulder. He turned, just a little, looking at the former Alpha, seeing the wondrous look in Derek's eyes.

"I protected Boyd and Erica in the basement. I made them return to the pack. I blackmailed Jackson's parents into not leaving for London. I keep this pack together. It doesn't matter who's the Alpha, I'm Pack Mom and they are my betas first."

For a split second, his eyes flitted back to Peter, but he couldn't make out what the look on the Alpha's face meant. He hoped it wasn't anger. Swallowing hard, Stiles returned his attention to the queen, with Derek standing strong at his side, helping him shield Isaac and Cora. A small smile found its way onto Stiles' lips. The two of them had become friends, close friends, over all the times they'd saved each other's lives. Derek may not have been a good Alpha, but he was a good man and a good friend. He was much happier now, as a beta again, Stiles could see that.

"You keep protecting your pack, I'm sure you've given a lot for them," Queen Faerynna mused. "What else have you given, for that pack of yours? What is the most you have given for them?"

His whole body tensed as a flood of memories flashed before his inner eye, memories of every single time he had gotten hurt, tortured, abducted, tormented, and unable to stop it, he could feel himself starting to count his fingers. His thumbs pressed against his other fingers one by one, forcefully, and lastly pressing against his palm. One, two, three, four, five. Five fingers on each hand. Not a dream. Not a nightmare. Because it started to feel like a nightmare, like he was being tortured on purpose. He counted his fingers again. Derek, Cora and Isaac stepped up to him, careful.

"Stiles," Derek spoke softly, watching the movement of his fingers.

One, two, three, four five. He balled his hands into fists, albeit shaking. He knew what Derek was thinking, what they all were thinking, was acutely aware of the way they'd watched the movement. They knew what this was, what he was doing, why he was doing it. Which was why his actual answer was only going to surprise them even more. Because the Nogitsune wasn't something he had given, not really. It was something that had been forced onto him. That was different.

"I died," Stiles replied after another beat. "I gave my life for this pack. In the Argents' basement-"

He could see Chris and Allison flinch and Boyd and Erica still at his words and he ignored it, instead barreling on to get it over with. "I died in that basement. Because the level of electricity needed to keep wolves from shifting is too much for a human heart to endure. When I tried freeing Boyd and Erica, I got electrocuted. My Spark didn't allow me to stay dead, it restarted my heart."

"Stiles-" Chris' voice broke, sounded so wrecked, it made Stiles' heart ache.

"I died for this pack," Stiles repeated with emphasis, turning away from his pack again to instead look the queen dead in the eyes, his own gaze cold and serious. "And I'll do it again, as often as I have to, as long as I can keep them safe. I'll do anything to keep my pack safe."

And it wasn't just additional information, it was a thinly veiled threat. If she hurt them, he was going to kill her. As simple as that. Queen Faerynna laughed delighted, clapping her hands.

"I will be generous, young Spark. You gave me two hard truths, what you have given and what you are willing to give, so I will in return give you two of your pack-mates."

The vines fell off both Boyd and Erica and without hesitation did the mated pair rush to him and hug him from behind, from either side. He couldn't help but flinch. He'd never wanted them to know. His heart was hammering in his chest and his eyes burned with unshed tears. They let him go reluctantly, after a moment, when they noticed him shaking. Knowing that he couldn't afford to break down here, knowing that he needed the distance. He was eternally grateful to them when they stepped back to fall in line with Cora and Isaac, allowing him to gather himself.

"What are you most ashamed of, most afraid they will learn?"

There was something predatory to the queen's gaze at that, unnaturally long teeth showing in her smile. Stiles wrapped his arms around his torso, too aware of the way Derek, Cora, Isaac, Boyd and Erica were huddling around him, how the rest of the pack stood behind them, still tied up, still in danger, yet all of them watching him. He hunched in on himself, shoulders drawn close. The vines around the other pack-members tightened until there were some pained noises coming from Kira and Lydia. Stiles ground his teeth together, glaring viciously at her.

"I killed Allison," Stiles spat the words out, closing his eyes tightly.

"What are you talking about, she's right here!" Scott sounded desperate, worried. "And you didn't do anything, it was the demon, it wasn't you!"

"But it was me," Stiles growled, voice dripping with self-loathing. "I remember everything it did. It made me watch. I felt the resistance of her flesh when we drove the sword into her and I watched her die in my arms, I listened as she took her last breath. I was too late. By the time I could wrestle some control back from it, she was dead. Lydia didn't scream in warning because someone might die, she screamed because Allison did die that day because I killed her."

He made a wretched sound but managed to not throw up at the court. Yay, him.

"Stiles, I'm alive," Allison pointed out, gently. "M… Maybe it was just messing with you-"

"Go on, young Spark, and I'll let two go again," the queen offered generously.

"I gave up my Spark to bring you back," Stiles whispered, tilting his head down, feeling so small. "I poured all of my magic into you, into bringing you back, I clawed at your soul to drag it back into your body. That's why I haven't used my magic since the possession. I know you all think I'm just afraid of it because the Nogitsune was dark magic, but it's because I don't have magic anymore. I gave it up to bring Allison back. I don't know if it will ever recover, or if it's gone for good."

Shocked and pained gasps and when the five already freed tried to comfort him, he shied away from their touch. He'd never wanted to admit this, he never wanted to tell them that he was useless now, that he no longer had his magic, had no right to be Emissary of the pack anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the tears running down his cheeks but choking on his sob.

"Stiles…" Allison's voice was so soft as her and Scott walked up to him. "Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug, and Scott was right next to her, his arms around them both and suddenly, Stiles couldn't fight the sob anymore, clinging onto her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Stiles chanted until his voice broke. "I killed you."

"You brought me back to life," Allison corrected, gently caressing his hair. "You gave up your magic to bring me back to life, Stiles. I don't know how to thank you for that."

The queen waited patiently until his tears died and he gathered himself enough to face her again. He motioned for Scott and Allison to join the others, still wanting to keep them safe, needing to protect his pack. They reluctantly obeyed, after soft additional tugging from the other betas.

"Continue," Stiles ordered, voice rough. "Let's get this over with. I want to go home."

"You told me what you gave up for the pack, what you are willing to give up for it. What have you lost for this pack?" Queen Faerynna asked, tilting her head. "Not given, but what was taken."

Clarification, so he couldn't say his magic. He frowned annoyed. And then he paused when he noticed that he was counting his fingers again. Oh. Right, remembering the Nogitsune did that to him. Many things did that to him. He had too many triggers to keep track of at this point.

"My sanity. My mind," Stiles furrowed his brows, looking down at his hands. "The Nogitsune took my ability to tell reality from nightmare. Every single time something… not normal… happens, I have to count my fingers to make sure I'm awake. And in our lives, every day is a day that something abnormal happens and every time, I have a moment of panic that I'm not awake, not really here, that it's not real, that I'm still stuck in my mind, and I don't think that will ever stop."

This one felt good, in a weird way. Like a tight grip on his heart was easing off and he could breath just a little easier. Scott slipped a hand into his from one side, giving it a tight squeeze and looking at him with those big puppy-dog eyes, sad but supportive. Derek took his other hand. Allison, Cora, Isaac, Boyd and Erica were still standing in a half-circle behind him. Protective. Supportive. There.

The roses around Jackson turned white and the former kanima was free to first check on Lydia and… and then join the others in their protective little half-circle around Stiles. His heartbeat picked up and he raised his chin high to regard the queen coldly. Bring it on, his gaze said.

"What is the thing you are most afraid of?"

Mh. Stiles felt himself strangely detached as he considered this question. Near clinical.

"The Nogitsune made me think I was dying," Stiles whispered. "Dying of the same illness that took my mom. And that… That's my biggest fear. Every day I wake up and I am terrified that today's the day, today I'll start showing actual symptoms. That I'll fully lose my mind, forget all the knowledge I've gathered, forget the people I love, forget myself. That I'll die slowly and alone, even if everyone who loves me is around me, because I won't recognize them."

He blinked repeatedly, blinking away tears as he remembered his mother's vacant gaze. Scott gave his hand a squeeze but didn't speak, knew it wouldn't change anything. Nothing could. The vines let go of Kira and she stumbled up to the rest of the pack, finding her place among them.

The queen tapped her fingers against her chin, smiling. "Who do you love the most?"

"My dad," Stiles answered without missing a beat, this being a truth he didn't mind to part with. "He's the only one I have left. Ever since mom died, since her family turned their backs on us, he's all I have left. I love him more than my own life."

The queen pursed her lips and tilted her head. "That was not the love I was talking about, but it was such a sweet and genuine answer that I will accept it. And it is on me for not being specific."

The flowers around Malia turned from red to white. Ten down, three more to go. This one had been easy. Deceptively easy. Stiles felt himself tense in anticipation for what came next.

"Who are you in love with?" Queen Faerynna rephrased her last question. "Romantic love, dear."

Stiles' eyes widened and he squared his jaw, clenching a hand over his mouth, trying to physically keep himself from answering. No. Not this. Everything but this. She couldn't take this from him.

"Stiles," Lydia spoke softly, reaching out as far as the bindings allowed. "It's okay."

"Yeah," Jackson heaved a sigh. "Not like we all don't know it. You know I'm okay with it, you love Lydia, everybody knows. It's okay."

The rest of the pack made reassuring noises too. Like they knew him. Like they knew what was in his heart. They really thought he was still hung up on Lydia? After all this time?

"I'm not in love with Lydia," Stiles spat out. "I've never been in love with Lydia, it was just easier to be in love with a perfect girl who would never look at me twice than to confront that I'm gay."

He gasped at that, he'd never said it out loud, not even to Scott. His best friend made a confused noise, so did the majority of pack. Like being gay wasn't a big deal. Straight people really didn't get it. Even with the most supportive allies surrounding him, that didn't change the fear.

"Danny is gay, so is my dad, Peter and Malia are bi, Kira is a lesbian," Allison pointed out gently. "I just mean, none of us would have judged you."

"I've told myself that I'm in love with Lydia since first grade, since before I knew what gay even was, that boys liking boys was even a thing that could happen," Stiles snarled, his fists shaking next to him. "Good for everyone who had the emotional space and capability to come to terms with it before high school, I didn't. And when I was ready to come out, when I told my dad that I'm gay he told me not dressed like that, my own father couldn't believe that I could be gay because of the way I dress, so I shoved that back down where it's been for years and left it there. Because living a lie that nobody questions is easier than living a truth that people might reject."

Queen Faerynna regarded him with soft, warm eyes and that made it worse. "I'll accept it. It wasn't an answer to the question I asked, but it was a hard truth, so I will accept it."

The flowers on Lydia turned white, releasing her. She stumbled into Jackson's arms. Stiles marginally relaxed. Two more. He could do this. He felt raw and naked and vulnerable but he had endured eleven truths, he could tell two more and then they could get out of here.

"Now, let me rephrase again, then. One last time. If you do not answer me truthfully this time, I will keep you all here for eternity, young Spark. Who do you desire the most?"

"My mates," Stiles choked out, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. "I want my mates. I know they don't want me, I know that, I learned to accept that, but that doesn't stop me from wanting them. I want them so badly, it physically hurts."

Stiles kept his eyes on the queen, ignoring the surprised gasps from his pack, ignoring Peter and Chris. He could see them in the corner of his eyes, he wished he couldn't. He didn't want them to know this, not them. He'd worked so hard to ignore this. Chris was released and went to hug Allison. He tried to reach out to Stiles but Stiles violently flinched away from his touch.

The queen didn't give Chris a chance to speak. "Why do you think your mates don't want you?"

"Because he has known for two years and never said anything and they've sealed their mate-bond a year ago and never said anything and how could they," Stiles spat the words out, shaking a little. "I killed him, I killed Peter. And I killed Chris' daughter. How could they want me. Half the time, I don't even understand why they let me be part of the pack, much less the Emissary, so that's already more than I deserve. How could they want me, I don't want myself."

His breathing was labored and he knew the look in his eyes was haunted. He pulled away from the pack, wrapping his arms around himself, trying to protect himself. Peter was free, they were all free, and Stiles felt like he was breaking into a million pieces, with all his well-guarded secrets laid bare before them all. He gasped out a sob, trying to gather himself.

"There," Stiles snarled. "I played your game. Now keep your promise."

"Of course, young Spark," Queen Faerynna smiled and it looked nearly merciful. "You played well, so I will reward you. Your Spark is not gone, you simply lost connection to it. Let me help you reignite it, as a thank you for a very entertaining evening."

She lifted her hand, and there was a sudden warmth in his chest. He gasped out as power flooded him, his eyes widened and he knew, in that moment, that they were flashing turquoise, as they hadn't in too many months. The next second, he found himself in the middle of the pond. Dripping wet, with his entire pack, and the previously dancing humans, sitting in the water.

"Stiles-" Peter spoke, his voice sounding unsure.

"No," Stiles shook his head violently and climbed out of the pond. "No. No, I can't. I can't… I… I… I can't have this conversation now, I can't, I need to… be alone, right now."

"I'll drive you home, Stiles," Derek offered in an unusually soft voice.

Stiles turned to glare at the former Alpha. But he knew he was shaking, full body shakes, and was about a second away from a full panic attack. He was also overwhelmed by this new, even stronger connection to his Spark, he felt like his nerves were on fire. After taking a shaky breath, Stiles nodded, giving up. Maybe he could use someone driving him home right now.

He let Derek lead the way back to their cars, where he took Stiles' keys from him and started the Jeep. Stiles slipped into the passenger seat, pulling his legs up, feeling small and exhausted. He rested his head against the window, tears running down his face.

"Tell me if there is anything I can do," Derek requested, voice low.

"G… Give me the weekend," Stiles pleaded. "I can't see them, I can't talk to them, I just… I just need time, please, I need… I didn't want to say any of this, these were my truths and she took them, forced them away from me and I can't deal with whatever Peter and Chris want, I can't."

"Of course," Derek rumbled softly, reassuring.

Stiles sagged a little in relief at the promise. He felt too raw. He needed time to stitch himself together again before he could face anyone, much less Peter and Chris.

/break\

Chris wanted to reach out for Stiles, wanted to comfort him, to hold him. Before he had a chance to did his own daughter step in the way. The look on Allison's face was hard and Chris was shocked to have it aimed at himself. The betas lined up behind her. Putting themselves between Chris, Peter and Stiles. Protecting Stiles from the Alphas. Chris startled as he realized that with a pang.

Derek led Stiles away to the cars, leaving the rest of the pack behind. Peter next to Chris ground his teeth together, keeping from snarling at their betas. Chris reached out, taking his mate's hand.

"Scott, Erica, Jackson, Malia, I want you three to take the injured people to the hospital," Lydia instructed in a stern no-nonsense voice. "I want you to also go and get rid of your aggression because I will not have this escalate into a physical fight. Boyd, I want you to take Kira, Isaac and Cora home. Me and Allison will go with our Alphas and have a conversation with them."

"Why do you think you get to command my pack," Peter asked sharply.

Lydia's eyes were steely. "Because you hurt Stiles. And right now, I'm the only thing between you and the sharp teeth and claws of your own betas, because – and you should know that – we love Stiles. Even if we may not have known that he was Pack Mom, the bond was still there."

Isaac whined at that, leaning into Erica and Boyd for a moment. Of course. The three first betas of the Hale Pack had the strongest bond to Stiles, aside from Scott. The strongest Pack Mom bond. Stiles had just admitted it, that he had become Pack Mom for them. Chris swallowed hard. He turned to look at Peter, who looked guilty and heartbroken.

"Fine," Peter forced out. "Do as she said."

The pack split up, Chris and Peter getting into Peter's car, together with Allison and Lydia. The drive back to the Hale House was tense and quiet, the two girls in the back seething.

"I love you, dad," Allison started as soon as they entered the house. "But you have some serious explaining to do, because I've never felt more protective of Stiles than right now, after he just told me that he brought me back from the dead."

She was shaking, Chris noted. Because she'd died. His daughter had been dead. Chris started shaking too. He reached out for her, wrapping his arms around her. Thankfully, she let him. A sob tore from her throat as he started crying. Mourning her own death.

"There is… a lot that Stiles has done for this pack, without any of us knowing," Lydia's voice was a sad whisper, her eyes on the ground. "And some where we didn't know the depth of his sacrifice. So yes, you two do have some explaining to do and don't you dare growl at me and deny me, Peter Hale. Stiles just bared his soul to us, you owe at least that much in return."

Chris didn't let go of Allison, burying his face in her hair. He'd already lost his entire family, he only had her. The thought that he had lost her, that she would be dead if Stiles hadn't given up his magic for her. His grip on her tightened even more, desperate.

"He's been through so much," Chris admitted after a long moment. "When Peter and I got together, when I learned that we had a third mate in our bond, when I realized he's seventeen, he's… he's your age, Allison, I was… mortified of that. My mate is the same age as my daughter, I needed some time to digest that, I wanted for us to wait until he's at least eighteen."

Lydia heaved a deep sigh, but her eyes were on Peter, cold. "You don't have morals."

Peter barked out a laugh at that. "You're right. His age doesn't bother me. I would have claimed him on the spot, if I could have. But then I inconveniently died. And when I came back, well… There was always something, something dangerous to take care of."

"You found the time to court my dad," Allison pointed out.

There was a pause and a vulnerability to Peter. "He did kill me. I didn't think… I thought he deserved better. I worked very hard to become… better. Worthy of him. And by the time I thought I was a good enough Alpha, he was… possessed… He's still struggling with it. He needed the support of his pack, not the burden of this. You know him, you know he would have tried to put on an even braver face, not to worry us, would have forced himself to be stronger for us."

Both Allison and Lydia fell quiet at that. They knew he was right. They'd just been witness to the proof of it. Stiles kept all his pain safely tucked away, forcing himself to be strong for others. Peter and Chris had thought they did the right thing, didn't burden him with this.

"We need to go and talk to him, we need to explain this," Chris declared.

"You will not."

The four of them turned toward the door as Derek walked in, a dark expression on his face. Peter growled at his nephew, flashing his eyes red. But Derek flashed his eyes right back at the Alpha, growling, baring his fangs. Ready to fight. That was exactly what Lydia had wanted to avoid, any of the more volatile wolves to try and challenge the Alpha on Stiles' behalf.

"You will not keep me from my mate," Peter snarled.

"You kept yourself from your mate," Derek growled back. "You should have told him. You really thought Stiles wouldn't figure it out on his own? Stiles?"

Peter backed off at that, looking tormented. "I just… We'll explain it to him, we'll make up for it."

"But not right now," Derek raised his chin. "I asked him, if there is anything I can do to help him, and he asked me for time. He doesn't want to see anyone right now, much less you two. He earned the right to deal with what just happened, what's just been taken from him. You two didn't tell him for two years, you'll be able to wait three more days to talk to him. He asked for the weekend."

Lydia snorted and shook her head. "He didn't even ask for a full week."

"You know him," Derek huffed. "He's going to spend the weekend compartmentalizing and shoving his feelings back down where he usually keeps them locked up. And then he'll continue pretending that he's fine. I think he mostly asked for the weekend in hopes that we will do the same."

"Probably," Lydia conceded with a frown. "We will have to talk to the betas about this. We all should talk about this, together, so we can deal with our feelings on the matter on our own and don't put that on him too."

"Tomorrow," Allison nodded. "We'll have a pack-meeting tomorrow and talk this through."

Chris' eyes were on Peter and it was a testimony to how guilty Peter must be feeling that he let the three of them just decide this. Not that it was a bad decision. Chris reached out for his mate.

/break\

Peter was frustrated and annoyed. The pack had pretty much given him and Chris a verbal lashing for two days. Both Saturday and Sunday, they kept telling them off for not telling Stiles and picking apart their stupid reasons. They weren't wrong. Peter knew that himself.

He regretted not claiming the boy when he had first met him, but he'd been too feral. What little rational brain he had had been afraid that he would hurt his mate, so he kept Stiles at a distance. And then Stiles had helped kill him and Peter needed to earn the boy's trust first. And then, well…

"You ready for this, love?" Chris asked, holding Peter's hand.

It was Monday evening. They knew the sheriff was out. They also knew Stiles would be home. Allison, Cora and Isaac had told them Stiles had been at school. And that the betas had all wrapped him up in a puppy pile for the entire lunch break, apparently.

"Are you two going to stand there all night, or are you coming in? Door's open."

Both Chris and Peter startled and looked up at Stiles, who was leaning out of his bedroom window and regarding them with a near detached look, bordering bored. Peter hated that. He hated that Stiles felt the need to put up walls with them now. They'd been past that for so long.

Peter gave Chris' hand a tight squeeze before the both of them stepped into the Stilinski home and made their way upstairs to Stiles' bedroom. The boy was sitting on his window-sill, hands in his pockets, a guarded expression on his face as he regarded them.

"I didn't mean to say any of that," Stiles started before they had a chance to even say hello. "I didn't want you to know that I knew. We've had a great thing going of ignoring the mate-bonds. Let's just… pretend Friday night didn't happen and that I didn't say any of that."

"No, Stiles," Chris shook his head with a grave look on his face. "You didn't want us to know and… and we didn't want you to know, for… various reasons. But now that it's all on the table, we really need to talk about it. Don't sneer at me like that, brat."

Stiles ground his teeth together and raised his chin, much like he had done when facing the Seelie Queen. It made Peter's heart clench. He didn't want Stiles to look at them the same way he looked at the villain of the week. He'd worked so damn hard for over a year to prove he wasn't a villain.

"The last thing you said," Peter spoke softly. "The last 'truth' you shared, it may have been what you perceived as the truth, but… it's not the truth. That's a lie that you told yourself, twisted by… I don't know what would make you think so low of yourself, to be honest…"

"Don't act stupid, Peter, it doesn't suit you," Stiles offered him a cold, calculating glare. "I was possessed by a demon and killed countless people, killed an ally, killed Allison, I… Fuck, half the time I can't even look in the mirror because all I see is the Nogitsune."

He wrapped his arms around himself and stared down at his shoes. Looking so much more small and fragile than Peter was comfortable seeing him. His little Spark should be a spitfire of snark and sarcasm, loud and in everyone's face. Not withdrawn.

"We thought you should focus on healing," Chris offered in a reluctant voice. "You pulled away so much and we were scared that if we told you, you would only withdraw even more. You had so much to deal with, we didn't want to be something else you had to deal with."

"And before that?" Stiles raised his eyes to glare at the hunter, then at Peter. "And before that?"

"We're old enough to be your fathers," Chris sighed, rubbing his face. "You are literally in the same class as both of our daughters. When Peter told me, when Peter and I got together, I… How could you want us? You had a choice, the same way I did, because we're human, and I thought that you should have the chance at a normal life, normal teenage high school romance, instead of being stuck with two middle-aged, fucked up soulmates who were both scrambling to get their shit together."

"You… I didn't tell you when I came back from the dead, because I thought I had to become someone worthy of you first. You did kill me," Peter pointed out, causing Stiles to flinch. "I don't hold that against you, but I thought that you did. I thought you would resent me if I told you that oh yeah the guy who turned your best friend into a werewolf and mauled your first love is your soulmate, lucky you! You're not the only one who has doubts, Stiles. I'm sorry we hurt you, I truly am, but we didn't tell you out of the same reasons that you never told us. Because clearly you knew too, you knew about our bond but you never brought it up either – because you thought that we didn't want you. You're a clever boy, I need you to consider that maybe we had the same fears."

Stiles stared at them, with a fragile hope in his eyes. "I didn't… I felt it. Ever since I first connected with my Spark, got my magic, I've been able to feel the mate-bonds. And I didn't… I didn't think you would want to be stuck with an obnoxious brat like me, and then, well, then the Nogitsune happened. Are you… I need you to tell me, promise me, that you're not just saying this now, out of pity, because you're forced to confront this. I can't have hope and see it crushed."

"We had every intention of telling you, once you turned eighteen," Chris promised, his eyes a silent plea on top of his words. "We wanted you to have a… well, what constitutes a normal high school experience in this town, and then we wanted to tell you. When you're a legal adult, which would have also eased some of my worries, Stiles. But we always planned on telling you, we never meant to keep the bond from you. It's not something we are ashamed of or don't want. You are not something we are ashamed of or don't want."

Something in Stiles' posture eased and he started shaking just a little. Peter and Chris were at his side in two quick strides, Peter to his left and Chris to his right. They held their boy close, held him while he cried. He clung onto them both, sobbing into their chests.

"I never blamed you for what happened to Allison," Chris whispered, brushing a kiss against Stiles' head. "And neither does she. Neither do any of us. We all know it was the demon, it was using you. It wasn't you. You were a victim of it too, Stiles."

Stiles held onto them even tighter, shaking with tears. Peter nuzzled his neck.

"Our pack loves you so much, Stiles," Peter chuckled. "They all, individually, and as a group, threatened us. They were fully ready for a mutiny on your behalf. What you said at the court, that regardless of who the Alpha is, these are your betas? That was the truth. I can't believe you've been Pack Mom of my pack and I didn't even notice because I was too busy being smitten with you."

"Smitten," Stiles echoed, sniffling a little. "Nobody says smitten, you're so cheesy, Peter."

"He's also smitten with you though. Me? I am being much more mature and normal about it."

"Oh please," Peter gave him a pointed glare over Stiles' head. "You completely lost it the last time he used a gun against that rogue omega. You fully lost it because that was 'so hot, Peter, so hot'."

Stiles blinked up at them with those big doe eyes of his before he started laughing softly. He leaned into them more comfortably and placed shy kisses on both their lips, making them relax too. And in that moment, Peter thought that maybe they could be okay, together. Heal, together.

~*~ The End ~*~

[aristarr]

Singer!Kira Yukimura × Law Student!Allison Argent

Kira Yukimura, better know as Kitsune - is a famous singer, loved by millions of her fans. And Allison Argent - well, she's not one of them. As an excellent law student, her life revolves around studying, leaving no place for anything else. But then her best friend, Lydia Martin, drags her to the concert of her favourite female singer, who's giving her first concert after a long break, Allison's forced to change her mind.

[daughterofluthien]

let your colors blend with mine

For @lulujane Rating: Gen Word Count: 704 Characters: Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Alan Deaton, Melissa McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski Tags: True Alpha Scott McCall | Good Pack Alpha Scott McCall | Character Study | Pack Dynamics | Season 3B | Drabble Sequence

“I’m an Alpha now,” he says. A statement, not a declaration, like this outcome should have been obvious from the start. (or, Scott as he is seen through the eyes of his original pack members. Told in a series of drabbles.)

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Written for @scottappreciation's Scottuary, for the prompt Wolf Eyes

[thelunarbar]

I hate Kate with every fiber of my being 🤮

I’m sorry would firing off a weapon at random in the middle of the not being the police?

Turns out I don’t remember this real well so that’s interesting

I appreciate that Chris is at least semi sensible even if he is actively trying to kill Derek and Scott

The cgi or whatever on Derek’s not normal bullet wound is so bad 😂

Oh yeah grabbing her hand and defensively yelling no is so subtle

Ooh caught in a lie. Shoulda got their story straight before Allison woke up. Tsk tsk

Scott knows nothing. Typical.

“Studying with Allison” yeah right

Dylan O’Brien has pretty eyes

I wanna punch Jackson

Derek (literally dying) goes totally unnoticed in a highschool are there no teachers or curious students??? Are they all that self involved???

Also Derek (still literally dying) gets jump scared by the bell love it

How did stiles not see Derek at some point while he was in the hallway?

And then Derek collapses in the parking and still no one notices him

“A silver bullet?”

“No you idiot.” Even dying Derek is not putting with stiles shit

Derek (literally dying) (going to help Scott even tho he has absolutely no reason to) needs Scott’s help

Scott grudgingly agrees to help the dying man what a saint

And then promptly gets distracted by Allison shocker

Ik Scott is like what 15 here but c’mon man someone is literally dying and counting on you to save him and all you can think about is getting in Allison’s pants

Oh good more cringey make outs. These are supposed to be teenagers I do not want to watch them make out 🤮

Am I old? I feel like that makes me sound like an old lady but it’s true

I love that somehow while still in town it looks like they’re almost to Derek’s house which is deep in the woods? Yes yes that tracks

“In fact I think if I wanted to I could drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

“Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out with my teeth.” Yes threatening the guy trying to keep you alive is great.

Fuck Scott. Honestly. They’re are more important things in life than getting your dick wet

Archery how quirky

Ik it’s like a family thing but still

Cock block chris love it

Ooh awkward family dinner with the gfs family always fun sucker

Why do parent in tv shows offer teenagers alcohol as like a test??? So dumb

“Hockey on grass is called field hockey.” 😂

Poor stiles and poor Derek

“He’s starting to smell.”

“Like what?”

“Like death!”

Yeah let Derek die bc you’d rather not leave your gf. Can we say hero 🙄

Fortunately the bullet he’s looking just happens to be in a special box bc ofc and I get for plot reasons but still

Derek never loses his drama even when dying

I’m with stiles on the whole cutting off Derek’s arm

Love that this whole thing literally couldn’t not matter less to Scott 🙄

I read a couple great fics abt stiles actually cutting off Derek’s arm bc Scott was late that I still think about to this day. I reread them quite a bit

I hate Kate so fucking much even tho he did actually take smth from her

Allison whipping out that condom is probably her best moment ngl 😂

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No but I might at the sight of chopped off arm!”

I am so with stiles on this whole cutting off body parts thing

Derek’s Batman voice is really funny to me.

I get why the first idea is to stick your fingers through the grate but I’m pretty sure those things pop out at least generally speaking

Love that stiles punched Derek in the face. Pretty sure he nearly does it again later on in the show

Where did Derek get the lighter? Did he just have that on him? Also so did not wanna watch him stick his finger in his wound gross

Ah teenage stupidity. Gotta hate it.

Ohhhh we finally met Peter! I don’t like him for obvious reasons but later on he’s so sassy and it’s hard not to like him

Knowing what the argents did makes me hate Kate even more and love that Chris broke free of that.

Ofc Scott would defend the argents 🙄 again teenage stupidity

Poor Derek he deserved better

How was there still a lil shard of glass from Kate’s broken window on the edge of the car door??? That seems unlikely

I appreciate that Chris at least had some standards even they still sucked.

Kate throwing the match into the fireplace was sooooooo foreshadowing at the truth to be learned down the road and I do like that