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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 25

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Through the dark you make your way towards the hale house, only with the help of moonlight, you're panting heavily the time you reach the Hale's house. Cardio was never your strong suit God you need to work on your stamina. You regret not getting your own car the reason that's an different story, now you have more pressing matters to deal with...Derek. you call out derek's name when you reach the hale house, your voice echoes through night echoing through the silent woods void of any insects.

"DEREK!" you run around the burned down house searching through the house but doesn't find him. "DEREK!"

"DEREK!" stepping out the house you call out his name thinking that he might have escaped you call on scott's phone it rings....

"What are you doing here girl?" an unfamiliar voice asks making you turn around you come face to face with an older guy with an ugly face, bald as well.

"Trick or treating." Your other hand on pocket clenches the taser gun "What are you doing here, it's private property."

"You know derek hale" the man walks towards you his eyes narrowing at your figure up and down making you glare at him.

"And what if I do."

The man let a laugh "Well I'm his friend."

"I find it hard to believe"

"Why is that?"

"Because you look like a shady guy with a white pickup van and you're bald, no offence." You shrug backing away from the guy

Just then you hear a growl echo through making you startle just as the man launch towards you his hands choking you making you gasp for air "You got some mouth on you."

You nails scratch the man's hands the sound of chain rattling and snarl intensifies making the man laugh your eyes starts to stink. The man grins falter when he sees your grin you bring your foot up kicking him the south and step on his feet with your heel with all your might as man move away you take out the taser gun and tase him the man whither in pain.

Coughing you walk away from the man following source of the growls you walk through the narrow path that open up to hallway with dim lights, hurrying towards the door you open the door and see derek chained shirtless something sticks into waist.

"What the hell?"

You walk towards him he tiredly looks up "You shouldn't be here"

"You know if saying thank you doesn't work for you, I'll take cash, check or even free food. Your choice." You glance at the thing that attached to him, derek eyes watches you peel off that from his side his eyes lingering on the now appearing bruise on your neck with a guilty look on his eyes, his body tingles when your fingers graze on his skin.

You throw the thing away before inspecting the chain "you think, you can break them?"

Derek shakes his head "I'm weak now. scott must be heard me. You need to get out before the guys comes back."

"Don't tell me what to do, asshole." You think running your hands through your hands pausing you glance at your hands then to derek's exhausted frame, hesitantly you bring your palms towards him hovering over his chest derek eyes follow your movements.

You clench your fist before taking hold of derek face "What?" he mumbles his eyes looking down at your face mixed with worry and focused expression.

"Shut up."

The green glow sweeps out your palm branching out it enter derek body his body warms up he exhale loudly feeling his healing getting rapid and the exhaustion leaving his body. He sighs in to your touch leaning towards you.

While you were focused on healing derek you didn't see the guy coming up behind you with baseball bat held in his hand ready to strike you but before it can happen derek break his chains and caught the baseball in hand, in split seconds derek break the chains and put himself between you and the guy while you try to catch your energy. Derek growl at the man and the sound his bones breaking echoes the seller with sickening sound as the man cried out when derek wrap his one hand around his neck and break his hand with other hand.

Derek throws the guy across the seller; with heaving chest he turns to you his werewolf side slowly fading away his gaze softening.

"What are you wearing?"

You raise your brow at his question "really! At least I have clothes where is yours?" you point at him you shake your head when you catch your eyes lingering on his abs a little bit longer than you like.

Derek lips slightly curl as he starts walk towards you making you narrow your eyes at him and fidget at where you stand.

"You guys are alright?" scott voice makes stop derek, you sigh seeing him and nod scott squint his eyes at you before making his way towards you.

"Wait... what happened to you?" he tilts your chin taking closer look at the bruise.

You push his hands away lightly "I'm fine." Scott red teary eyes look unsure but something tells you the injury isn't the only reason "what.... did something happened?"

Scott nods "Allison.... they know I'm a werewolf." Your eyes widen at that cursing silently you pat scott on his arms, He turns to derek "and we need to stop peter from killing them. derek, you need to help us not him."

"Scott..."

"No, you don't understand. This is what brought your sister back here, right?" scott show a picture of dead deer with a spiral marking on it.

"Where did you get that?"

"My boss told me three months ago; someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was? Peter's nurse. They brought your sister here so that Peter could kill her and become the Alpha, and that's why you're going to help me."

You look at derek "did you really though he killed your sister by accident or whatever?". "Did you not know that everyone that peter killed had some connection with the fire."

Derek looks down you can feel the range building him in "I'll help you stop him." You and scott sigh in relief at his words.

The three of you walks out the seller into the woods anxiously keeping an eye out for obvious reasons.

"Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on. Something doesn't feel right." derek says halting he look around warily

Annoyance seep through your face "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, it's- it's kind of like it's—"

Scott interjecting before he can finish his sentence "No, don't say "too easy." People say "too easy" and bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy!"

"Does it kill you to be positive" derek glance at you before nodding

"Fine. You're right."

"Thank you." you and scott says at the same time huffing at derek, scott walk ahead you motion derek to walk before you just as you follow them you feel a wave of emotion surge through your body, hatred, sadness above all pride and arrogance.

Derek stumble when he suddenly felt a hand tugging him down, stumbling back he sees you looking at him with worry and fear, you gasp loudly he doesn't see Kate and Allison few feet away from them.

Scott looks behind him when he heard the faint sound of Arrow cutting through the air before just as quickly it pierces through flesh scott eyes widen in fear and shook as his eyes fall on your figure an arrow pierced right through shoulder, the smell of blood starts to bloom the air.

When he follows the line of vision his body turned into stone seeing Allison crouched down with bow and arrow along side with her aunt kate. He falls back on his heel his eyes shifting between you and Allison.

Derek broke out of his numb stage his hands wrap around your swaying figure, your legs give out wheezing and groaning in pain derek pulls you closer to him.

Allsion hands shake when you take the hit "it's collateral damage, you can't get them away."

Derek pulls you away from their sight of vison yelling at scott to take cover.

"She's my friend...she's innocent...I can't" Allsion says

Kate stands up "I don't think she's is. Now flash-bolt."

"Scott, your eyes!" derek yell with his ears ringing and vision blurred as he hides behind the tree with you in his arms bleeding

"Now." The edge on Kate voice make Allsion release the bow scott ear rings but he doesn't move away still in place he is

"I think I said too soon." You weakly said derek break the arrow but doesn't pull it out.

His hands tighten around you "Shut up." He checks the wound thankfully it doesn't pierce your heart but you're losing so much blood.

"Scott, help him" you try to move out his hold but derek push you down "Just stay put!" he turns seeing Allison and Kate walking over "Scott, get out of here."

"Allison, I can explain."

"Stop lying. For once, stop lying." Allison walk past the two you with teary eyes she doesn't look at your away dismissing your soft call for her name.

"I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything... because everything that I said, everything that I did—"

"Was to protect me."

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

Kate groan "Thank God." She walks around the tree with her gun pointed at her lips curling into a sinister smile "Having flashbacks Derek?" she points the gun at two of you derek eyes flash as his hold on you tighten.

"Not only do you sound like a bitch, you are bitch." You let out a weak chuckle Kate stare down at you with venomous eyes.

"Well, I'm a living breathing bitch and you're literally a wounded bitch." Kate mutter before turning to Allison "Come on now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself!"

Derek looks down at you his blurred vision clearing and he see your eyes dropping from the blood lose "Kate they're just kids, let them go." Derek says Kate roll her eyes at him "Allison" He yells her name making her turn to him "She is losing blood; you need to help her." Scott tries lift himself to move towards you but Kate point her gun at you

"Don't move or she will die first that if she's not already dead"

"You... you said we were just gonna catch them...We have to take her to the hospital." Allison said nervously.

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." she looks down at your closing eyes as derek tries keep you awake.

Kate pulls the trigger aiming at you just as derek cover your body with his taking the shoot Allison gets startled as scott yells seeing You and derek body falls limply "See? Not that hard. Oh, no... I know that look. That's the "You're gonna have to do it yourself" look.

"Kate... Kate, what are you doing?" Allison yells as kate march towards them she pushes Allison down pointing the gun at Scott whose eyes not leaving the two of your fallen figures just few feet away from him.

"I love those brown eyes..."

"Kate!" Chris Argent yells walking towards them with a pointed gun at her "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

"I did what I was told to do."

"No one asked you to murder innocent people! There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now! You're holding a gun at a sixteen-year-old boy with no proof he's spilled human blood!"

Chris Argents eyes fall on you, "Did you hurt the girl?" his voice was heavy scott slowly moves towards you and derek. "I'm asking Did. You. hurt. That. Girl.?"

Allsion stands up her throat tightening "Dad..." Chris eyes widen at his daughter's guilt-ridden face tears streaming down. "I didn't......mean to shoot her." Chris looks at his daughter with equally guilted face no being able protect his daughter from hurting an innocent girl, some one just like her.

Gently Scott takes your head in his lap tears streaming down on his face he whispers your name his ears pick up the faint heartbeat that going dangerously slow he look at Chris Argent "Please.... help her.... you can kill me ...just help her...she is losing too much blood."

"Please, I'm begging you." you fell like you're floating in the empty space the last thing you hear is scott's pleading to the Argents to save your life.

Allison hesitantly walks towards them she let her bow and arrow fall to the ground. "I didn't...." she sobs.

"Allison!" Chirs yells "Take her to the hospital, and you kate, put the gun down... before I put you down."

The noise around you fades away, the memories of yesterday rush in, grams, bonnie, scott and stiles......stiles. The echoes of apologies that doesn't came out of your mouth directed towards him.

Stiles curse when he sees no response from you his stomach twisting with uncomfortable feeling as pressing down the accelerating with alarming speed he drives to the hale house when the Argents dragged him from the dance asking for scott he knew everything is going south. He was paranoid when you said Lydia might get attacked by peter but fortunately it didn't happen, he brought her back home safely but the paranoia didn't go away it just seemed intensify.

Jackson sit beside him stiles still doesn't know why he offered stiles his car, its very unlike to stiles that jackson simply offered to help out of his good heart maybe it's his guilt of ratting out scott and the whole ordeal of their connection to the alpha and derek.

Just as scott kick peter sending him crash the sound of tire screeching and bright headlight blind the alpha stiles gets out the jeep throwing jar of chemical liquid, a Molotov, at the alpha, it caught it his claws a snarl escaping it lips.

"Oh, damn!"

"Allison!" scott throws her bows at her she caught it and released the bow shattering the jar and ignites the alphas arms stiles and jackson watches as the alpha snarl before jackson throw the Molotov jar in his arms at the alpha making the fire spread all over him.

Peter tries to moves towards Allison with growl but scott kicks him away with yell making stumbling back he crawls away as the fire die down peter back to his human form his body bloodied and burned.

Stiles and jackson stands shell shocked at the sight as peter wither in pain. Allison stands and walks towards scott kissing him slowly making him confused at sudden change in her demeaner.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you."

stiles eyes search for you but he doesn't find you before stiles can call your name, he sees derek walking towards peter before slitting his throat, he cringes at the sight.

"I'm the Alpha now." Derek distorted voice his blue eyes turned red, shining among the darkness rung out stiles silently scoff at him walking towards his friend while jackson eyes stuck at derek who now has the powerful aura around him.

stiles call out your name, but he gets no response he looks around finding you laying on ground he hurries towards you assuming your just knocked out like Chris who now standing up.

Allison tense up beside scott, scott stands torn between staying near her wanting to goes towards you.

His eyes widen at when he sees the broken arrow pierced on your chest his legs feel shaky running towards you. yelling your name stiles stakes props you up on his laps shaking you.

Tears started to stream down on his face seeing the blood that still hot on his hands jackson broke out his trance as well hurrying towards you.

"Scott, what happened to her?" stiles look up his friend with devastating look on his face though his sadness quickly turned to anger when he is scott standing beside Allison who doesn't dare to look up to stiles. "Scott....?"

Jackson checks the pulse feeling a faint one but one nonetheless "stiles start the car." Jackson stands up carrying you.

"I can- "

"Come near her, I'll fucking kill you myself." Stiles cut off derek with such venom that made everyone look at him warily.

Stiles moves towards the Jackson's car jackson in his toe carrying you the backseat the take of his jacket and press the down the clothe around the half-broken arrow starting the car stiles speed of to the hospital.

Stiles eyes occasionally find your slumped figure on backseat in jackson arms, eyes closed and unmoving. the car drive off to the hospital. 

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does anybody know good x reader tvd x teen wolf crossover stories bc I might go insane if I don’t find any

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count your blessings not your flaws

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Relationships: Klaus Mikaelson & Claudia Stilinski, Klaus Mikaelson & Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Talia Hale & Claudia Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski/Sheriff Stilinski Characters: Klaus Mikaelson, Claudia Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) (briefly)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Parent Klaus Mikaelson, Protective Klaus Mikaelson, Family Feels, Grandfather Klaus Mikaelson, Canonical Character Death, Klaus Mikaelson Has A Heart, Crossover, Timeline What Timeline

Chapters: 1/1  

Word Count: 3,490

Part 2 of Series (ongoing)

Summary:

Klaus stumbles upon a little girl in the woods, forever changing the course of his immortal life.

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Imagine being caught in a love triangle with Peter Hale and Mikael Mikaelson.

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HALLOWEEN BOTS ´ཀ`

note: happy halloween!! and oh yeah!! more halloween bots , some of these are inspired by songs some by my brain. i hope you guys like these, i was going to add more but i got lazy 😞, might add more ( i say while knowing i wont )

　

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ hallows eve ノ

kai certainly went all out for halloween, decorating the house, and to top it off, he’d given in to your idea of matching costumes. he'd groaned, rolled his eyes, even muttered under his breath when you first suggested it, but somehow here he was, suited up to match. but when it came to candy, there was no compromise. he’d stacked bowls of it on the kitchen counter—no cheap stuff, either. all his favorites, an indulgent stash that he had no plans of sharing with the hordes of trick-or-treaters who might dare to knock. and of course, he dragged you along to sit on the couch and indulge into the horror movie marathon with him.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ inside phone calls ノ

phone calls? sure, you’re all for those. phone calls from a smooth-talking stranger, especially late at night? even better. but phone calls from someone who’s also a killer—someone lurking in your house, who’s got a knife with your name on it? that’s where things start to get a little more complicated. but hey, he has a nice voice and you’re oh, so lonely from what kai can tell. and you have a nice body, god, these small blinds from your closet don’t really do justice for what he’s witnessing, but hey, he’ll take a free show of you stripping down anytime.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ klaus mikaelson ␥ perversion 99 ノ

klaus wouldn’t dare call it perverse, not when you were dressed like that. it made sense now, the appeal of halloween, the thrill that had you buzzing with excitement over what he called a silly tradition. but now he was starting to understand. with you wrapped up in this dangerously enticing costume, it was impossible to think straight. the fabric clung to you in all the right places, practically begging for his eyes to linger, his hands to wander. he resisted at first, simply admiring the sight before him, the playful glint in your eyes that dared him to try. but klaus had never been one for restraint. finally, he made his move, fingers inching toward the edge of your costume, ready to pull it from your body like he’d been aching to do since the moment he laid eyes on you. but before he could make any real progress, you somehow managed to get it back up throwing him a half annoyed half amused look.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ halloween cooking mess ノ

if elijah knew better—which he does—he’d think the house had been ambushed by a mischievous child on a halloween sugar rush. the evidence was everywhere, from flour dusting the countertops like a ghostly fog to sprinkles scattered like confetti on the floor. smears of chocolate and icing trailed across the counters, smeared together in abstract, sugary artwork. eijah could hardly tell if they were supposed to be cookies or some strange, deformed creatures. maybe ghosts? or perhaps a very experimental version of pumpkins? but there was something hauntingly charming about the way you'd gone about it. each cookie looked unique, each one a slightly different shape, as if you'd tried to craft them into adorable little halloween creatures but got sidetracked halfway through.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ corpse bride ノ

you looked like you—the same person elijah had married. the familiar silver band on your finger testified to that, grounding him in the reality that you were, in fact, standing before him. but somehow, you were not you. there was an emptiness in your gaze, a hollowed, distant glint that robbed your eyes of their former light. a subtle, unsettling scent clung to you, something acrid and faintly metallic, laced with an unmistakable trace of decay. yet, you held onto him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. it was as though your fractured mind could recall only him—a beacon in the fog of your shattered recollections.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ mx sinister ノ

halloween parties weren’t his thing—too much noise, too many people—but this one came with a purpose. somewhere inside was a demon, feeding off the energy of the oblivious crowd. at least he could enjoy some things, like the candy—and the costumes, or lack thereof. he could easily get used to this part of the job. he even let a smirk creep onto his face when he saw a woman pass by in a devil costume that was more suggestive than sinister. it was easy to let his mind wander, just for a second. then, you appeared out of the crowd. dean’s gaze fixed on you, and his entire focus shifted. you wore a costume that was… well, maybe ‘costume’ wasn’t the right word. it was as much about what you weren’t wearing, as what you were. maybe the demon would just have to wait for a while, at least until he could charm that costume off you.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ teenage neceophillian love ノ

dead and okay, maybe somewhat hot? not deans type, at least that’s what he told himself. but when it came to you… well, those thoughts made it difficult. watching you bloody with sharp fangs, he should’ve just killed you, like countless others. yet, he stood there, cleaning up your mess, wiping the crimson off your mouth. the rational part of him, buried under the weight of his desire, reminded him that he was supposed to be the hunter here. he was supposed to kill creatures like you—mercilessly, without hesitation. and yet, here he was, staring at you like he was under some spell, some inexplicable fascination that kept him tethered to this moment, unable—or unwilling—to break free.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ sam winchester ␥ 13 jack o’ lanterns ノ

sam knew, from the moment he saw halloween decorations creeping out of every corner, that there was no escape. you’d gone all-out this year, like a fiend possessed by the halloween spirit, turning your home into a spooky paradise. every inch of the house was draped in something ghostly or ghoulish. he had to admit, it was… impressive, in a way only you could pull off. now, here he was, seated with a carving knife in hand, elbows-deep in pumpkin guts, his own attempt looking a little… well, wonky.

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ tom hanniger ␥ from your windowsill ノ

it started off small, like most crushes do, tom thought it was normal. watching you from afar, taking in how you seemed so blissfully unaware of the green eyes following your every move. but small things have a habit of growing when you let them fester, and suddenly being too far away from you was not enough, now being able to see you this close—well, as close as he can from your windowsill of course. he was content, if only for a moment.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　╰ ﹒ stiles stilinski ␥ claws and fangs ノ

vampires and werewolves don’t mix. it’s practically written into the dna of supernatural lore, and stiles finds himself agreeing with every ancient text about it. because—god—you reek. normally, he wouldn’t tolerate your presence, not in a million years, but here he is. side by side with you, wedged into the garish, pulsing chaos of a halloween party that’s far more “over the top” than he would have ever chosen for himself. stiles finds the whole scene obnoxious, crowded with fake vampires and cheap costumes. maybe he hated the idea of vampires and werewolves mixing. maybe your scent was like nails on a chalkboard to him. but here he was, next to you, the one part of the party he was more willing to tolerate than he’d ever admit.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　╰ ﹒ stiles stilinski ␥ the dead don’t rise ノ

it was a simple law of nature—one everyone knew and respected. the dead were supposed to stay dead, unmoving, silent, absent from the world of the living. but apparently, those assumptions didn’t apply to you. not that stiles was complaining, in fact he was utterly captivated by you. teaching you how to function again, it was amusing, how you would just stare and groan trying to mimic him.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　　 　╰ ﹒ jennifer check ␥ pale skin , sharp fangs ノ

you were absolutely her favorite, jennifer had come to realize. once she noticed how similar you two were, sure, there was some differences between the two of you. one being well, she was a succubus and you were a vampire. and once the two of you got hungry? that was where the magic began. her gaze would fixate on the moment your fangs descended, gleaming dangerously as you closed in on your prey. you were intoxicating, an unholy vision with blood smeared against your lips, that crimson stain slipping down your chin like some twisted homage to the life you took. and fuck, did she want it to be her. she fantasized about the rough scrape of your fangs against her skin, the pinpoint sharpness pressing just beneath her pulse.

𓉸 　 　 　　 　　　 　╰ ﹒ billy and stu ␥ smile pretty f’me ノ

billy and stu were always up to something, a pair of wolves with an eye for danger—and an even sharper eye for you. it wasn't that you were naive; you were aware, acutely so. you knew what they wanted every time their eyes raked you, and well… you knew how to put on a show. that’s what made it fun. halloween night brought it to a head. the boys, true to their dramatic flair, arrived with a surprise. bringing vhs camera along to record them having fun with you, it was all harmless after all. you just happen to be their star for tonight, and all they wanted was for you to smile pretty for them.

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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

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

WARNINGS: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stayed silent, my satisfied smile spoke for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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“I don’t know what it was.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Once a month?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I smelt it… Wolf.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I was right.

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

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

~

I stayed up the whole night thinking.

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

Then Scott.

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

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

“You really wanna know?”

Uh oh.

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

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

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

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

I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.

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

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

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

“Thanks, Ser-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

“I came in late,” I brushed it off.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Lycaon’

‘Wolfsbane’

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

And then, finally, the word ‘WEREWOLF.’

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock.

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

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

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

“Get in here!” I beckoned.

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

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

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

“Websites, books, all of it!”

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

“Unimportant.”

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

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

Scott looked clueless.

“The wolf– the bite in the woods!”

Still nothing.

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

“Should I?”

It was a rhetorical question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What!” Stiles added.

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

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

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

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

“You’re cursed, Scott.”

That somehow hurt even worse.

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

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

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

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

“Bloodlust?” his repetition was incredulous.

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

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

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

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

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

The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.

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

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

Until Scott.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

“I gotta get ready for that party.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STILES…

Stiles

SCOTT

MISSING

CAN’T FIND HIM

GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

“Damon?”

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

“Sera? Hey, what’s up?”

Where do I start?

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

It was a long conversation.

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My smile widened. It had become a given.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It left me with a glimmer of hope.

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

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Maybe I'm the problem but. The notes to votes ratio bugs the crap out of me.

So many of you are silent readers. Like you have the liver... The gall to vote, to request works, and then show writers zero support.

At least reblog for reach, drum up interest, let them know their work is loved and anticipated and worth the effort, or throw in a like, like idk... A lot of you voting and not interacting are the same people who read and indulge yourselves and don't thank the writers for carrying the fandom one post at a time. That's why fandom feels dead because theirs a serious morale deficit y'all.

Maybe it's not that deep but it feels so weird to me. I don't ALWAYS reblog things I liked because I try to keep my moots in mind, but a little love goes along way.

This screenshot is from an @arcane-vagabond poll I'm 99%

Be decent. Replenish where you consumed.

And be gracious to writers...TODAY!

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keep in mind that I multiship so a lot of these characters I ship with others too lol so I ship barchie, supercorp, stalia, bangel, leyton, bamon these are just my top otps of these characters lol also I didn't include some big otps like brenda/dylan, zekaela, jordayla, and such but next poll I will!!

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[princecharmingwinks]

list 5 things that make you happy then put this in the ask box of the last few people to reblog something from you - get to know your mutuals/followers better :D

Oh this is fun! Thank you for this little mission. In no particular order...

Someone dancing to their headphones. - I'm the kind of person who is 100% playing air drums or bopping my head along to my music on a bus or waiting at traffic lights. When I see others do this too, I get the biggest smile.

Hugs around the waist from my partner. - In particular I love it when she pulls me in when someone is talking to us. A little silent hug that fills me up with butterflies.

Happing endings. - I am a total hopeless romantic. Give me all the soft and sweet moments. The declarations of love. Everything makes my heart melt. Particularly if it involves a certain werewolf and a certain human/spark (have you noticed the colours I have used so far hehe).

Wedding planning. - Ok, no, I'm not engaged (yet, hehe). But I have been involved in multiple wedding parties and I love helping out. Organisation and organising in general makes me super happy. So I've even helped with someone's wedding planning for a wedding I'm not invited too and I loved it. Weddings are great and hearing all the different ideas and visions people have? Sign me up!

My ships! - Of course I have to include my ships. And while I have many many many. To keep things tied in with the theme, here are 5 ships I will never get tired of: Sterek (no surprise there - still my otp), Berica (my definition of soulmates), Nick x Adalind (their storyline is so so good), Mick x Beth (the ones that got me into supernatural themed shows), and Klaroline (they are just so perfect for each other, and let me explore the slightly less light and fluffy side of fandoms).

Thank you for the ask! This was lots of fun.

[thecrackshipdiaries]

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 26

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is she going to be okey?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HALE HOUSE

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

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

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

"Now will give the bite.?"

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

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

BENNET HOUSE

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

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

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

"For what?"

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

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

"How can you be so sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At Hospital

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

"What's going on?"

"Is she alright? What happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened?"

"Is she okey mom?"

"What was that?"

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

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

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

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

"Mom, please."

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

"Is she gonna be okey?"

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

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

"Stiles."

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

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— 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 🪐

— 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       cassian, azriel, nesta archeron, elain archeron, feyre archeron, lucien vanserra, eris vanserra.

ships i'd write for: cassian x nesta , elain x azriel , gwyn x azriel , and elain x lucien.

— 𝑩𝑩𝑪 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       aramis, porthos.

— 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       anthony bridgerton, daphne bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, king george iii.

— 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑳 / 𝑶𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻

🪐 ››       legend, julien santos, scarlett dragna, donatella dragna, jacks/prince of hearts.

— 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑫

🪐 ››       phoebe halliwell, paige matthews, wyatt halliwell, chris halliwell.

— 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑿

🪐 ››       warren rojas, eddie roundtree, graham dunne, camila alvarez, karen sirko, daisy jones, simone jackson.

— 𝑭𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       dominic toretto, brian o'conner, letty ortiz, mia toretto, roman pearce, deckard shaw, tej parker, han lue.

ships i'd write for: dom x letty.

— 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 / 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵

🪐 ››       tormund giantsbane, podrick payne, sansa stark, robb stark, jorah mormont, theon greyjoy, sandor clegane, samwell tarly, rhaegar targaryen, daenerys targaryen.

🪐 ››       aemond targaryen, jacaerys velaryon, alicent hightower, daemon targaryen.

— 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

🪐 ››       ron weasley, hermione granger, dean thomas, blaise zabini, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, cedric diggory, viktor krum.

🪐 ››       james potter, lily evans, narcissa black, regulus black, andromeda black, sirius black, remus lupin, frank longbottom, peter pettigrew, lucius malfoy, pandora lovegood, alice fortescue, marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, emmeline vance, dorcas meadows.

🪐 ››       theseus scammander

🪐 ››       teddy lupin

🪐 ››       godrick gryffindor, rowena ravenclaw, helga hufflepuff, salazar slytherin

**a very big fuck you to jkr. this account is HEAVILY anti jkr and always will be. **while some of the fics for these characters may occur during their time at hogwarts, the characters will be assumed to be 18+ regardless of fic type.

— 𝑰𝑻

🪐 ››       richie tozier, stanley uris, ben hascom, mike hanlon.

**none of my writing for these characters will take place in the first film. i may instead do college!fics for this. everything else will come from when they're adults.

— 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑳 / 𝑿-𝑴𝑬𝑵

🪐 ››       steve rogers, james buchanan "bucky" barnes, natasha romanoff, yelena belova, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, bruce banner, druig.

🪐 ››       john allerdyce (pyro), bobby drake (iceman), peter rasputin (colossus), scott summers (cyclops), alex summers (havoc), anna marie lebeau (rogue), logan howlett (wolverine), ororo munroe (storm), peter maximoff (quicksilver), charles xavier, erik lehnsherr.

— 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑺

🪐 ››       pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, jj maybank, john b routledge, rafe cameron, topper thornton.

— 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺

🪐 ››       thomas shelby, arthur shelby, john shelby, michael gray, finn shelby.

— 𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵

🪐 ››       felix catton, venetia catton, farleigh start.

— 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴

🪐 ››       tara carpenter, sam carpenter, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, ethan landry.

— 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑬

🪐 ››       aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, juliette ferrars.

— 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑭

🪐 ››       derek hale, peter hale, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, lydia martin, scott mccall.

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

🪐 ››       finnick odair, haymitch abernathy.

ships i'd write for: finnick x annie

— 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬

🪐 ››       elijah mikaelson, marcel gerard, klaus mikaelson, kol mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, bonnie bennett, enzo st. john, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore, jeremy gilbert, caroline forbes, elena gilbert.

— 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫

🪐 ››       eric northman, jason stackhouse, alcide herveaux , jessica hamby.

— 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

🪐 ››       charlie swan, carlisle cullen, emmett cullen, rosalie hale, alice cullen, sam uley, paul lahote, jared cameron.

— 𝑾𝑬𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑫𝑨𝒀 / 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀

🪐 ››       morticia frump, gomez addams, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, bianca barclay.

ships i'd write for: morticia x gomez.

— 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

🪐 ››       ransom drysdale (knives out), andy barber (defending jacob), killian jones (ounce upon a time).

don't see what you're looking for? feel free to ask if i know a fandom/ship/character and if am willing to write what you're looking for!!

[apileofashandember-writes]

one confession from nothing to hide

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) | The Vampire Diaries (TV) | The Originals (TV)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski | Sheriff Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski | Klaus Mikaelson & Stiles Stilinski | Claudia Stilinski & Stiles Stilinski | Claudia Stilinski & Klaus Mikaelson | Claudia Stilinski/Sheriff Stilinski | Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski | Klaus Mikaelson | Derek Hale | Peter Hale | Deucalion (Teen Wolf) | Claudia Stilinski | Background & Cameo Characters | Deucalion's Alpha Pack Members (Teen Wolf) | Derek Hale's Pack Members | Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) | Erica Reyes | Vernon Boyd | Isaac Lahey | Allison Argent

Additional Tags: Pre-Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Magical Stiles Stilinski | Alpha Derek Hale | Dead Claudia Stilinski | Good Klaus Mikaelson | Good Parent Klaus Mikaelson | Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski | Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah | Grandfather Klaus Mikaelson | Protective Klaus Mikaelson | Protective Derek Hale | Protective Stiles Stilinski | Protective Sheriff Stilinski | Family Secrets | Canon-Typical Violence | Canonical Character Death | Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson | Timeline What Timeline | Alternate Timelines | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | these tags are a mess and im too lazy to make them organized | Not Beta Read | rating changed to m for violence in chapter two | Out of Character | Klaus Mikaelson Has A Heart

Chapter Count: 3/3

Word Count: 10,061

Part 1 of Series (ongoing)

Summary:

With the alpha pack making themselves known in Beacon Hills and causing chaos, Stiles has no choice, but to reach out to the only person he knows that’s stronger. __ Or, Claudia's childhood is a carefully kept secret, one that her son stumbles upon years after her death.

[infinitegrowth1]

Wattpad seriously needs more black fem oc (not reader but a whole character) based fan fictions! They have some that sound good but they never get completed. my amazing writers out there give me some Nate Jacobs, Conrad fisher, Saiki k, Jeremiah Fisher, Adrien Agreste, Damon Salvatore, Luka Couffaine, Jasper Hale(Whitlock), Paul lahote, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Jacob black x black fem ocs PLEASE! Look at that long list of options someone please write some good long MATURE ;) fics 😓 also if people want some recommendations of some good ones message me!

[pseudonym-lux]

CURSED CHILDREN SERIES TEXTPOSTS

Featuring, in order: Dinah Barnes, Stefan Salvatore, Selena Barnes, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Damon Salvatore

The Cursed Children Series by Liz and @void-daniella: Oblivion (wattpad, ao3), Aurora (wattpad, ao3)

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If there is a fandom I haven’t listed just request it and i’d be happy to write it if i know the fandom well enough!!

Anyway let’s get into it 🥰

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR

PJO

F1

Harry Potter (Fancasts included)

Teen Wolf

Vampire Diaries

Actors from each show

Ninjago

B99

The Witcher

Suits

YOU

COD

Stranger Things

Criminal minds

Dune

Game of Thrones

Bones and all

and a lot more that i probably can’t remember!

THINGS I WILL WRITE

Smut

Age gaps

Angst

Basically anything you suggest

THINGS I WONT WRITE

SCAT

Weird kinks? (idk i don’t kinkshame!)

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