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the-black-swan-paracosm · 1 year ago

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Teen Wolf story idea

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So, I really love Season 3B of Teen Wolf. Specifically, Void!Stiles.

What I want in this AU is for Stiles’ possession symptoms to be written in more depth.

I want more inability to read, inability to differentiate dream from reality, panic attacks.

I wrote out a section where Stiles’ leg was actually caught in the bear trap during his sleepwalking episode. I like the idea of a villain with a limp, calmly walking through his own chaos.

I also want Stiles to believe he has frontal temporal dementia (up to you if that’s true) because no one ever told him otherwise or that it was the Nogitsune playing a trick.

(This can also be a crossover fic, I imagine Vampire Diaries/The Originals)

Here it is:

Stiles gasped as woke up but found that he wasn't in his room. He wasn't even in his bed. He was on a hard, stone floor. He looked around and saw that he was somewhere dark with only a bit of light pouring in from a stained glass ceiling. An awful smell also started to fill his nostrils. Where was he, and how did he even get here? It was a moment later that he realized that he was freezing. He went to move to stand up when he heard a metallic jingle as he tried to move his leg. He looked down to see that leg was caught in a steel jawed trap. It was clamped on him just above his ankle and there was blood everywhere. Stiles was so stunned that he couldn't scream correctly. It came out as a whimpered cry as his eyes started to burn and cry. Through his tears he started to look around and noticed that his phone was a few feet away from him. Stiles grit his teeth and started to push up on his arms to try and crawl to it. His trap free leg felt numb while his trap clamped leg sent a hard and burning sting up his body and made a bite of pressure at his head. Stiles' face tightened as he tried to fight through the pain to try and reach his phone to call for help.

But Stiles stopped as he heard some kind of sound in the darkness. At first, he thought that it was the wind, but he then realized that it sounded more like…someone breathing. "Whose there?" he called out weakly. "Is someone there?"

But no one answered him yet Stiles could still hear those same low breathing and hissing sounds. He then tried to keep moving but he kept his eyes out as he tried to see through the darkness. It felt like it took forever between moving such short inches between burning pain spasms, and trying to survey the room, before his fingers finally managed to grasp his phone. He turned on and saw to his horror that he only had a bit of battery power left. He had to move fast. He got to his contact list and quickly went to call for Scott.

He heard three dial tones but Scott wasn't picking up. "No, come on Scott," he nearly wept. "Pick up." But then he heard Scott's voicemail message and let his head sag down a bit. When he heard the beep he let out a whimper before he started to speak. He quickly left a message before his phone 's battery died out.

Lydia was in the school's art room trying to draw a portrait with Aiden as her model. He was sitting on a stool in a single pose while Lydia tried her best to capture it on her canvas. But Aiden couldn't hold the pose and let his muscles slag down.

"I said hold still," Lydia told him sternly.

Aiden then went to go back to his pose. "Are we even allowed to be here this late? What if security catches us?"

A small smirk found its way onto Lydia's face. "There is no security. The number of homicides in this school have seen to it that no sane person will ever take a night job here ever again." How was that for a silver lining?

Aiden let a small smirk find its way to him now. "So, we're all alone?" he asked mischievously as he rested his arm and straightened up.

"You're losing the pose again."

"You know, when you said that you wanted me to model for you, this wasn't what I thought you had in mind."

"Oh really?" Lydia could already guess what Aiden thought, which was proven not a second later when Aiden went to pull his sweatshirt up and over his head before going back to his pose that way. "If you're thinking nude modeling than its usually done without the pants." Lydia turned back to her portrait but she then heard the sounds of a zipper being undone and then felt the pants hit her head. She looked over to see that Aiden was smiling at her and then went to remove his boxers next. But, before he could, Lydia felt a cold chill travel up her spine and something just beyond her hearing. And it was getting louder. So loud, that she quickly stood up, so fast that her stool fell. "Do you hear that?" she asked him.

Aiden stopped when he noticed the look on her face. "Hear what?"

"You're telling me that you don't hear that?"

"I hear music, what do you hear?"

Lydia's eyes moved off. "Voices," she almost whispered.

She then looked over at the speakers but didn't hear music. She was hearing heavy breathing. Whimpering. And then a small voice saying: "Come find me. Please."

Aiden took a step over to her. "Lydia, what is it? Whose voice do you hear?"

Lydia took a deep breath but kept her eyes on the radio. "It's Stiles."

Chris Argent was with Dr. Deaton at the animal clinic, looking over a map.

Chris pointed his finger over a certain area. "It likes to roam through these grounds. He likes to keep at least two men watching over that section of his estate but they change rounds every two hours. You'll have just over a minute. That will be your window," he instructed the vet.

Deaton nodded. "Thank you. That should give me the access I need." Deaton then moved to fold the map up.

"Are you sure that it will work?" Chris asked him.

Deaton looked over and gave him a nod. "Positive. If we want to stop the Nogitsune, then we'll need some. Hopefully I shouldn't be gone too long." He then moved to grab his coat and reach for his bag.

But Argent put his hand right on top of it before he could grab it. "I'm trusting you to get what we need to give us a fighting chance. But, I wonder why you aren't trusting me Alan."

Despite the hostility that Chris spoke to him with, Deaton just looked calmly back at him. "I trust you well enough Chris. Enough to help me get through this trip alive."

"Then why are you not telling me who you believe the Nogitsune is possessing?"

"It's not exactly belief. More of an educated guess."

"Fine, then why won't you share with me your educated guess then?"

Deaton kept the calm look about him as he stared back at the slight glare that Argent was giving him. "Because while I may trust you with my life, I don't trust you with the life of someone who is an innocent victim."

"I've never taken an innocent's life," Argent argued.

"No," Deaton cut in. "You never have, according to your code. Correct?" He was looking rather pointedly at Argent as he said that.

Chris let himself take a deep breath. "I follow a new code now," he told him.

"Your daughter started a new code and she is still young and new enough to all of this to follow it. However, after years of living and learning under your previous code, for you to suddenly move and live by another might be easier said than done. Can you really be made to fight against years of training and engraved instinct? How is it that the saying goes? 'You can never teach an old dog new tricks'. Speaking as someone who's worked with many dogs over the course of my career, I've learned that isn't necessarily true, but it's just how it is for nearly most cases."

"You're confusing me with my father," Chris tried to argue.

"No, I understand perfectly well who you are Chris. That's why I'm not telling you anything. At least, not until after I get what I need."

Chris Argent kept that hard stare on Deaton before he turned and went off to leave through the front door of the clinic without another word. Deaton then went to shut off the light before he left too and then locked the door. The sounds of his footsteps became fainter as he moved further away. In his office, the sound of a car starting up could be faintly heard just before the phone started to ring.

Scott was in his room, putting on a new shirt as he was waiting for Deaton to pick up. After five rings, he hung up.

"Deaton's still not answering," he mumbled.

Isaac was off at the other side of his room, holding the shirt that Scott in front of him. He was examining the scorch mark that was at his chest. "Well, we need help to try and find out how to stop a guy that shoots lightning out of his hands." He then tossed it off to a random spot. "You didn't see anything that could tell us who it was?"

"No," Scott huffed out as he kept his face to his phone as he tried Deaton again. "I couldn't see his face and he ran too fast for me to get anything off him."

"Did you at least get a scent?" Isaac asked.

But Scott shook his head. "No, I didn't and I tried. It was like, he didn't have one."

Isaac's eyebrows rose up. "He didn't have a scent? How is that possible?"

"I don't know, but, at least this guy has an aura. It's like how we could see one around Kira when we use our wolf eyes. We just got to keep a lookout for it and then we'll find them." Scott then went and hung up. "Deaton must not be at the clinic, and I tried him both at his home and his cell." But then Scott's phone started ringing. He looked down at the screen and saw that it was Lydia who was calling him. "Lydia?"

Kira was reading some pages of folklore that she collected on Kitsunes. She was reading that Kitsunes often lived for centuries of time and their lifespans could be measured by the number of tails that they possessed. The more older the kitsune was then the more stronger and powerful they tended to be. As she was reading, the lamp by her bedside suddenly went out. She reached over and tried to turn it back on but it stayed shut off.

"Mom!" she called out. "My lamp's dead! Do we have any more bulbs?"

She took the casing off and went to try and take the bulb off but as her hand rubbed against it, it shined brightly. It happened so fast that she pulled her hand away and then it shut off. Kira slowly moved her hand closer to the bulb again and it started to dimly light up. The light got brighter the closer she put her hand to it. She then went to touch it and she saw some sparks fly around inside of it before it went and burst.

Just as her mother walked in and stopped as she looked from her to the lamp. "What did you do?" she asked with a bit of an accusing tone.

"Uh, nothing. It was an accident," she said as she moved to try and clean up the shards.

"It's after midnight, you should already be asleep." She then moved to replace the broken light bulb. As she was screwing the new one on, there was a moment where sparks flew inside of it. One that she noticed Kira had noticed. She then moved to quickly finish fastening it before it turned on. "Go to sleep," she told her daughter.

Kira watched her mother as she left the room before she looked back at the lamp. She knew what she saw. Whatever she had done with the lamp, her mother had done the exact same thing.

Lydia and Aiden were standing in Stiles' dimly lit room and turned around as the door burst open and Scott and Isaac came on in with nervous and shocked looks on their faces.

"What happened? You said something happened to Stiles! Did he call you?" Scott asked them.

"No, I heard it," Lydia quickly told them.

Aiden quickly saw that they were getting confused. "Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask."

"Not as confusing as this," she sighed as she turned around to look at the room.

Scott and Isaac then looked to see that the walls of Stiles' room were littered with news articles, photos and different notes. All of them were connected by strings of red yarn that anchored to a weighted hook that rested at the center of his mattress.

"What?" Scott breathed out as he looked at the setup.

Lydia turned to him. "He uses red for unsolved cases."

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case," Aiden said.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac threw in.

"Guys," Lydia cut in. "He's out there and we don't know where he is."

"I tried calling him but it just goes right to voicemail," Scott told her.

"Try again," she said pointedly to him.

Scott whipped out his phone but before he could make another call, Isaac stopped him. "You have a message," he said pointing to the icon at the top.

Scott tapped it and his jaw dropped a bit. "It's from Stiles!" How could Scott had missed this? He looked at the time stamp on it and realized that Stiles must've tried calling him when he had been incessantly trying to call Deaton earlier.

"Well play it," Lydia almost screamed at him.

They all stood still as they listened to Stiles' voice. "Scott, you have to help me. I…I don't know where I am. My eyes…I can barely see, my eyes are watery. It's dark, smells bad and it's…cold." It sounded like he was whispering. "I…think I'm in some kind of basement. My leg, it's caught on something. A trap. You have to come find me, please," he said almost begging. "But, don't tell my dad. And, I…I think there's someone in here with me." Then it cut off.

"He's in a basement?" Isaac asked them. "How could he have gotten stuck in a basement?"

Lydia shook his head. "He must've been sleepwalking."

"It's the coldest night in the year. It's going to drop in the 20's," Aiden pointed out.

"We have to call his dad," Lydia said to them.

But Scott shook his head. "Stiles told us not to."

"We're here and we can get a better scent and find him," Isaac said backing Scott up.

"He can't have gotten far," Scott also threw in.

"Uh, you guys did notice that his jeep's gone, right?" Aiden told them.

Lydia then took out her phone. "I'm calling his dad."

"Lydia," Scott said trying to stop her. He knew how Stiles felt when it came to worrying his dad about something like this.

But Lydia wasn't quitting. "He asked you not to tell his father, not me."

"Then we'll call Derek and Allison," Scott tried. "We'll call everyone."

"Everyone but the cops. Great idea," Lydia spat back at him.

Aiden stood by her. "You guys do remember that she only gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right? Stiles is human. He's out there in his pajamas, stuck, bleeding and freezing. He won't be able to take the cold or pain like we still can."

Scott let out a small sigh. Aiden was right. Stiles didn't have much time and neither did they. "Alright but, you don't have to call his dad. It's five minutes to the station. He should be back there by now."

Scott and Isaac went to leave with Aiden moving to follow them but Lydia held Aiden back. "We'll catch up."

Scott and Isaac froze. "What, why?"

"There is something here," she said as she looked back over at the setup that Stiles made in his room.

Isaac let his eyes roam at it all again. "Yeah, evidence of total insanity."

Scott let a small heated breath loose. "We can figure out what's wrong with him after we find him and stop him from freezing to death."

"Go, we're right behind you," Lydia told him.

Scott and Isaac then went to leave the house while Lydia and Aiden stayed behind in Stiles' room.

Stiles tried to bend his back so that he could try and reach for the trap but his body felt like a tone of bricks. He could barely lift himself. He pushed to get his hands to the trap but as he tried to sit up, his back suddenly gave out and felt himself lying flat against the freezing floor. Stiles was now weeping as his teeth started to chatter a bit. A few seconds of weeping, he then started to hear a scratching noise. He turned his head over to where it was coming from and could vaguely make out some movement from a dark figure. He then noticed that the breathing he heard from before was back but was even louder and was coming from him.

"Who’s there?" he asked again, even louder. The figure turned over and Stiles could see a white gauze covering his whole head. "Who are you?" The figure opened its mouth and let out a hard hissing breath as it then lowered its gauze covered and dropped something. It began to roll on the ground towards him and Stiles saw that it was a stick of chalk. Stiles then looked back up and saw that the guy was gone but on the wall in front of where he had been was now a marking. A reverse 5 which Stiles had remembered Scott told him all about. "Self," he mumbled, "I don't understand."

The figure then stepped up so that he was in the view of the light that was pouring in from above. It looked like a man whose face and hands were covered in gauze. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with some stitched patches on it. Stiles instincts told him that whatever this was, it wasn't human.

"It's not who are you Stiles. It's who are we?" Stiles narrowed his eyes as he tried to bend down again and go for the trap. This time, he managed to grab it but he couldn't pull the jaws apart and free his leg. "Stiles," the thing spoke out again. "Did you notice yet?"

"What?" he choked out.

"That we stopped shivering." Stiles froze in his attempts to realize that he did stop shivering. "You know why that's a bad sign."

Stiles stopped trying to pull on the trap and let himself rest. "It…it's the body trying to conserve energy. It…it was my fifth grade science report. Hypothermia."

"Our speech is starting to thicken, then comes fatigue. You know the truth don't you? We're going to die before we ever get out of here."

Stiles was starting to tremble a bit but he grit his teeth as he let some of anger keep him still as he glared at this thing's direction. "Stop saying that. Stop saying we," he spat.

"Your friends are not coming. We know that, don't we?" It started to slither back around the corner.

"They're coming!" Stiles cried out. "Scott will come for me."

"No he won't," it's voice dropped a bit. "He never does. We've seen it before, haven't we Stiles?" It stayed silent for a moment to let his words start to hit Stiles as he glared off at him with some fresh tears falling from his eyes. "Scott won't find us. Your friends won't find us. If we want to get out of here, we have to do it ourselves like we always do. We are going to freeze to death down here, unless you get up Stiles."

Stiles let a small whimper escape him before his glare returned. "And how am I supposed to do that? There's a metal trap on my leg!" he roared.

The thing's bandaged head peeked out from around the corner. "Is there?" Stiles shook his head and stared back at the trap. "It was on your right leg before, wasn't it?"

Stiles tried to focus his vision through his watered eyes and saw that the trap was now clamped on his opposite leg. It was bloodied and trapped while his other leg looked untouched. His breathing quickened a bit. "What is this? What are you doing? Who are you?!"

The thing's breathing got louder. "The one trying to save you Stiles. The only one who is…and the only one who can.”

Scott and Isaac met up with Stiles' dad over at the Sheriff's station. He seemed to be struggling very hard to keep it together as he took the boys over to Deputy Jordan Parish to get his help and the other deputies' help. When they got to his desk, Scott could see the Sheriff's hand was shaking a bit.

But, he took some deep breaths and clenched it to steady himself. "If his Jeep's gone then that's where we start," he breathed out as he looked over at Scott. Scott nodded and he then turned to the deputy. "Parish, put an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ5 Jeep." He then looked to another one. "Gordo, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking." The man nodded to him. The Sheriff turned to everyone else. "It's the coldest night of the year so if he's out there barefoot and just a T-shirt then he could be hypothermic. So, let's move fast. Let's think fast." The deputies started to move and Stilinski looked to the boys. "You two come with me." He took Scott and Isaac to his office and shut the door behind them. "Okay, is there anything that you need to tell me that I can't tell everyone else out there?"

"Lydia knew he was missing," Scott told him.

The Sheriff remembered that Stiles had told him that Lydia was a banshee though he still didn't quite understand what that meant. "Can she help find him?"

"She's working on it," said Isaac.

"Anything else?" he asked the boys.

"I called Derek and Allison for help," Scott tried to offer.

"Can't you find him by scent?" he pressed.

But they were interrupted by Parish. "Sir, we found it. We found the Jeep."

"Where?" he asked Parish.

Everyone was rushing over to the hospital where Stiles' Jeep had been spotted. They got to it and found that the lights were still on. The Sheriff ran over to it and opened the door to find that it was empty.

He then slammed the door and looked over at Scott. "It's dead. He must've left the lights on."

Scott looked over at the hospital. "Why would he come here?"

"Let's find out," the Sheriff said before he moved in and led his deputies into the hospital.

Scott looked over at Isaac. "Got his scent?"

Isaac nodded. "Yeah."

"Let's go," he said before he pulled Isaac to follow it into the hospital.

As soon as the Sheriff and his men walked through the door, Melissa was running over to them.

"Security is doing sweeps," she said as she came to the Sheriff. "Every floor but nothing yet."

"What about the basement?" he asked her.

"Follow me." She then led them off for the basement level.

Scott and Isaac were running up the service stairs, following after Stiles' scent and saw that it seemed to be leading them for the roof. They ran faster but when they got there all they found was Derek.

"He's not here," Derek told them. "Not anymore."

"In the whole building?" Scott quickly asked.

"Gone," he answered. "Not just him, his scent is gone too."

Scott deflated at the news. He didn't want to imagine the look on the Sheriff's face when he had to tell them that they just hit a dead end.

Isaac spared him the trouble. "I'll go tell Stilinski," he offered.

"See if you can find Allison. She's not answering her phone."

Isaac then left to break the bad news while Scott moved over for Derek.

"Notice how strong the scent is up here?" Derek asked as he took it all in. "You ever hear of chemo signals? Chemical signals that communicate emotion. Just our sweat could give off anger, fear, disgust. Take a deep breath. Tell me what do you feel?"

Scott closed his eyes and sniffed the air that was full of Stiles' scent. As he inhaled it all in, he was starting to feel- "Stress," he said out loud.

"Anxiety," Derek further explained.

"What was he doing up here?"

Derek shook his head. "I don't know. There was definitely some kind of struggle."

"With who?" Who could Stiles had been struggling with up here?

Derek just looked out. "Himself."

Lydia and Aiden were roaming through the room. Lydia was going up and down the walls of pictures and articles in Stiles' set up while Aiden was browsing through his stuff.

As Aiden was looking, he stumbled on a picture of Scott and Stiles in lacrosse gear. From how they looked, he guessed that this photo must've been taken before Scott had been bitten by Peter Hale. The two of them just being goofy, carefree teenagers. It was a little hard to think that one day, one of these boys would become a True Alpha. He then put the picture down and looked over to the side to see that there was a picture frame with a drawing of a tree. "Didn't you draw this?" he asked holding it up for Lydia to see.

Lydia looked over and gave him a look. "Put that back."

"It's yours, right?" he asked her again with a small teasing smile on his face.

"It's one of them," she said.

Aiden then turned it to give it another look. "He likes you a lot."

"Used to," she said moving for him. Allison had told her what Scott once told her about Stiles having liked her. "But he's moved on," she told both him and herself. "Besides, maybe he just likes the drawing."

Aiden went and pointed to a note that Stiles made on the back. "For Lydia," he read aloud teasingly.

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Alright give me that," she said reaching for it. There was a beep from her phone and she went for it to see that Scott sent her a text. "They didn't find anything at the hospital. Derek's going to check at the high school, Isaac went to go find Allison and Scott's with the Sheriff."

"And we're standing in a bedroom staring at the walls," Aiden pointed out.

Lydia went back to try again to make sense of what Stiles had set up here while Aiden kept wandering around. He then went over to one of the nearest strings and just gave it a pluck for the hell of it.

At that moment, Lydia heard what seemed to be voices coming from where he was. "What did you just do?" she asked making Aiden jump a bit. "Did you just touch one of those strings?'

"Maybe," he said like a naughty child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Lydia stared at him for a bit before she reached for the nearest string and gave it a pluck herself. She heard the voices again. "What did that sound like to you?" she asked him.

"Like a string being pulled," he told her.

"You didn't hear people whispering?"

He shook his head. "Definitely did not hear people whispering."

Lydia then bent down and started to press her ear closer to the strings. She ran her hand along them and she could hear the whispers constantly going off until she took her hand away. "You didn't hear that?"

"Lydia, I'm not sure anybody hears what you hear."

Which means that something inside of her was trying to tell her something. Something that had to be related to Stiles and what was going on with him right now. "The whispering. It's something about a house."

"What house?"

She plucked on one of them and it seemed to be pointing to a picture of an institution that Stiles pinned on his wall. "That one."

Aiden went over and read the caption. "What's Eichen House?"

Lydia knew it. "A mental health center. It's where William Barrow, the shrapnel bomber was committed."

Aiden stiffened. He remembered what he had overheard between Scott and Stiles after Halloween. "Is that it?"

She nodded. "It's where he is. That's Stiles is."

Agent McCall walked into the Sheriff's station and saw that it was pretty quiet right now. He noticed that even the Sheriff wasn't in his office. Besides the person at the front desk, he could only find one deputy, Parish.

"Where is everyone?" he asked him. But Parish just kept looking at the screen as if he hadn't spoken. "Did we get a lead on our sword wielding maniac?" he asked hoping that's what this all was about.

"Nope," Parish said to him before looking over to the side. "But don't worry. We've got posters all over town for your guy."

McCall looked over again to see those ridiculous artist renderings that they did of his attacker. One looking like Zorro and the other of an armored samurai. "Not exactly how I described him to the sketch artist," he said spitefully.

Parish just went back to what he was doing without looking at him. He was among the deputies that didn't like the agent being there and was supportive of the Sheriff. "Well, you're not exactly the highest priority of the night Agent McCall."

"What does that mean? What's so high priority?" he asked the deputy.

"It's Stiles, Agent McCall. He's missing."

While McCall admittedly didn't much like either of the Stilinski's he knew that his ex-wife and son cared very much for them both. He went to read the report filed on the search for Stiles and saw what Scott had put down as his testimony for the voicemail that Stiles had left for him. His eyes widened as he read them. They sparked something familiar to him. "Parish," he called out to him as he left the office. "Is this the exact transcript of Stiles' message to Scott?"

"It's what he gave us," he said.

"But these exact words? Stiles actually said that his eyes are watery and where he is smells bad?"

Parish just shrugged his shoulders. But then he started hearing a familiar voice mention his name. He went to the front desk and saw that Melissa was there and she was asking for him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"My shift was over. I just wanted to see if I could help."

He sighed. "Come with me."

Her eyes narrowed. "To where?"

"I think I might know where Stiles is."

Aiden had taken Lydia with him on his bike to Eichen House after she had called Scott and told him that she knew where Stiles was. They had arrived there a little before the Sheriff and Scott had arrived along with a few deputies. They found the pair there waiting by the gate as they stepped out of their cars.

"Lydia," the Sheriff asked as he ran to them. "I don't want to say if you're sure about this but-"

Lydia cut him off. "No, he's here. I swear to god he's here," she said sternly but surely.

The Sheriff let out a small sigh as he looked over at the building. "Okay." He then charged on in and headed for the front desk where the receptionist was a little taken aback at the rush of people charging in. "I need access to all basement rooms in this facility," the Sheriff told him.

As the Sheriff, Scott, Aiden and Lydia were all heading for the basement, Lydia felt something stir within her. The feeling from back in Stiles' room, it was back and it was getting stronger. The more closer they got to the lower level, the stronger it got.

"It's here," she announced when they got to the bottom level. She then looked on ahead and spotted a metal door. "It's right here."

They broke the door in and started to run into the room. It was a dark, basement room like Stiles had mentioned in his message. They quickly looked around, but found nothing. The room was empty. There was no sign that Stiles or anyone had even been here at all.

Scott couldn't even find a trace of Stiles' scent. "Lydia?"

She shook her head. "I don't get it. This has to be it."

The Sheriff's breathing started to increase as he looked at the bare room. "Then where is he? Where is he? Where is he?!" he raged out at her. That made her flinch and step back from him. Both Scott and Aiden eyed him a little uncomfortably and the Sheriff went to calm down. "I'm sorry," he breathed out heavily.

"I was sure," Lydia almost whispered. Aiden went over to her and led her back up the stairs.

Scott and the Sheriff moved to follow after him. None of them noticed that on the wall below the stairs was a kanji for 'self' carved into the wall.

Agent McCall and Melissa were driving off where she told him that they got word that Stiles might be in a basement over in Eichen House. However, he wasn't driving them in that direction. He told her that they were going off for where he really was.

"Wait, what are you saying?" she asked him after he told her that.

"I'm saying that how do we know that he's where he said he was? How do we know that he isn't still asleep?"

"You mean he's been sleeping the whole time."

"Well, people who sleepwalk can do crazy things. I mean, one guy goes down to the kitchen and cooks an entire meal. Another guy is found mowing his lawn, naked."

Melissa scoffed. "What does any of that matter?"

"Remember that time in the apartment we lived in. There was one night where I…came home drunk," he said uncomfortably.

"Oh, one night," Melissa said back to him as she looked at him with accusation in her eyes.

"Let me finish," he breathed out. "So, I'm drunk. Passed out on the bed. I get up to go to the bathroom and suddenly I hear you yelling: What the hell are you doing?"

"Because you were in the closet, peeing into the laundry basket," she said in a bit of amusement.

"Yeah, but I thought it was the bathroom."

"Oh you were drunk off your ass," she said with a mix of amusement and irritation.

"But I was convinced it was the bathroom," he said trying to get back to his point. "So how do we know that Stiles isn't convinced that he's in some kind of basement but isn't actually there? When he called Scott, he might've still been asleep."

"And how do you know where he really is?" she asked.

He looked over to her. "Because I've been there before."

Stiles tried to focus to get a better look at whoever or whatever was in the room with him. It was back to facing the wall in the spot that he had drawn Self which was back. Stiles had been silent with it for a while now but he was noticing that he was barely able to feel anything at all now. His feet were completely numb and he could barely move his legs. He knew that meant that his time was almost up.

"How?" he finally spoke out. "How can you help me?"

"Let me in," it whispered.

"What?"

"Let me in…before we freeze to death."

Stiles didn't understand what it was talking about. "Why? Why do you keep saying we?"

"You still don't understand, do you?" the thing asked him as he kept staring at the wall. "It's a riddle. You know any riddles Stiles?"

"A few," he coughed out.

"What gets bigger the more you take away?" the thing asked.

"A hole," answered Stiles.

"What gets wetter the more it dries?" it again asked.

"A t-towel," answered Stiles.

"When is a door not a door?" it asked as it raised its gauzed hand towards him.

"When it’s ajar," he gasped, "Who are you?" Stiles choked out.

"Everyone has it but no one can lose it." It brushed its hand over the symbol on the wall.

"What?"

"You want to know, who I am?" It turned towards Stiles and started to prowl its way over to him. "Everyone has it but no one can lose it," it repeated. "What is it Stiles?"

"I…I don't know," he said as he wiped away another tear gathering in his eye.

"Everyone has it," it said, slumping closer to him.

"I don't know," he said to him. But the thing thrust itself at his face. It shouted at him. Roared into his face and its silver colored fangs were shining in the darkness. Stiles started crying more heavily as he turned away. The thing only got angrier and went over to Stiles' leg and grabbed at the chain attached to the trap clamping on it. It started to pull him away and Stiles was being dragged off. "No! No!" he cried as tried to turn and claw at the floor. He thrashed about trying to not be carried away. "No!"

The next moment Stiles found himself in someone's grip but he kept fighting to be free. After a few seconds, he realized that this person was repeating his name and was hugging him.

"Stiles!" Stiles then realized that he was in the embrace of Scott's mother. "It's okay. You're alright Stiles."

Stiles started to calm down and looked over at Melissa's face and saw that she was with Scott's father. Melissa was holding him tighter as Agent McCall took off his jacket to put it on him. He wasn't in a basement anymore either, but out in the woods. Right outside Malia's coyote den.

“M-my leg...My leg. My l-leg.” Stiles gritted at the pain, his leg really was in a trap.

Allison was peacefully sleeping in her bed, was, until there was hard knocking over at her door. She wiped at her eyes before she got up and went over to the door to find that it was Isaac.

"What the hell have you been doing?" he asked the moment it was open.

"Sleeping," she said shortly at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

Isaac's face fell a bit. "You didn't get any calls or texts?"

At that, Allison went on for her room with Isaac following after her. She went off and grabbed her phone. "My phone's off. I never turn my phone off." She quickly turned it on and suddenly found a whole lot of missed calls and texts from Scott's phone. She opened the latest one. One that was about Stiles. "Sleepwalking? Is he okay?"

"No, they found him a few minutes ago. They're bringing him to the hospital. His leg was caught in on of those traps." Isaac then looked off to listen in case her father heard them and got up but he found that there was no sound of another heartbeat which meant that he wasn't here.

But Allison kept her attention on her phone. "I don't know how this happened. I never turn my phone off," she said scrolling through all the texts she had gotten. But, she suddenly found a voicemail message from an unknown caller. Not just one though. There were near a dozen of them. She played the first one and started to hear a man speaking a foreign language. To Allison, it sounded like it was Japanese. But the man didn't sound like he was trying to talk to Allison. It sounded like he was reading her something.

Isaac was listening to it to. "What is that?"

Aiden was outside the hospital with Derek helping to jumpstart Stiles' jeep while everyone else was inside. Derek had brought his van over and was getting his jumper cables.

"Do you think he was just sleepwalking or was there something more to it?" Aiden asked Derek as he was hooking the cables over to his car.

"In this town, there's always something more."

Aiden nodded as he went to put his hands into his pockets. "What if I told you that I know something more?" Derek turned to face him. "I kind of overheard…well I listened in on Stiles talking with Scott a few days ago. How he thinks that he was the one that he left the message in the chemistry classroom. The one telling Barrow to kill Kira. And, that he might've been the one to cause the pile-up on Halloween."

"Really?" Derek mumbled.

"Yeah," Aiden said with his expression unmoved. "Then I thought…how all of us, every werewolf and even Lydia were attacked by the Oni, but Stiles wasn't."

Derek let a small smirk find its way onto his face. "You really think that Stiles…Skinny, defenseless Stiles, is the nogitsune? A powerful, dark spirit."

Aiden just kept staring at Derek resolutely. "I'm not the only one thinking it, I'm just the only one saying it."

"Stiles may be resourceful and smart but he's not as impressive without his," Derek then froze. "Power," he finished before he looked down at the jumper cables he was holding and brought them together to create some sparks. And like that, something else sparked in his mind.

Scott and Lydia were sitting out in the waiting area with his mother and father when the four of them noticed Sheriff Stilinski finally coming out of the room and he walked towards them.

"He's sleeping now. The trap fractured the bones but it mainly tore up the skin and muscles," he grunted out. Scott and Lydia sighed with relief. "He doesn't remember much. It's all been like a nightmare to him." He then looked over at McCall. "Thank you."

Scott looked over at his father as well. While he had his problems with him, he was able to find and save his best friend when he couldn't. "How did you know where he really was?"

"From the message that you said Stiles left on your phone," he started to explain. "How he said that his eyes were watery. That same thing happened to me in the coyote den. It was the repellent. They sprayed it in order to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering too. It was just a good thing that he mentioned it over the phone. That and the comment about his…leg."

"It was more than that," the Sheriff said to him, powering through the agent’s last remark.

"It was a lucky connection," McCall said nonchalantly.

"McCall, could you shut up please," the Sheriff cut in. "And accept my sincerest gratitude?"

Agent McCall gave him a small look before he held his good hand out to him. "Accepted."

The Sheriff returned his hand with his own and they shook.

Melissa looked over to her son and Lydia. "Alright, you two have school in less than six hours. Go home and try and get some sleep."

"Okay," Scott said as he leaned in for a hug. He doubted he would be able to get much sleep after all this though.

Lydia moved to follow after him. "I don't know what happened," she whispered to him. "I was so sure."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't much help either," Scott muttered. "But, it doesn't matter. He's going to be okay." Just then, Lydia turned around and started looking about. Scott knew that reaction. "Lydia, do you hear something?"

Lydia was hearing something. It was a loud and repetitive banging sound. It sounded almost like metal hitting metal. But it soon ended and Lydia shook her head. "No," she told him. Her hearing of things had caused enough trouble for one night. "I don't hear anything."

Scott heard Lydia's heart. She was lying but it was clear that she was still angry at herself for their trip to Eichen House. He just walked with her as they left the hospital.

Stiles started shifting around in his bed and slowly opened his eyes to see that his father was sitting off in a chair on the other side of the room, his head wobbling a bit with his eyes closed.

"Dad?" he called out.

The Sheriff straightened up in his chair and saw that Stiles was rubbing at his eyes. "Hey, how you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess." Stiles took a deep breath from his nose and realized that he was being medicated.

His dad gave him a small smile as he saw Stiles stare pointedly at his IV line. "Do you remember what happened?” Stiles shook his head, “You were sleepwalking again, but you went out into the woods. Stiles, you—“ John struggled with his words, “You stepped on a bear trap while you were sleepwalking. The McCalls found you in the wolf den.”

Stiles tried to sit up but he felt as if he was heavier than before and his throat was feeling a bit dry. "I don’t, I don’t remember anyone this." he said as he struggled with his muddled thoughts from the drugs. He let out a few dry coughs.

"Right, you haven't drank or eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. Just a sec," his dad said before leaving the room.

A moment later, he came back with a cup of water and Melissa was trailing behind him with a clip board.

"You feeling better Stiles?" she asked as his father gave him the water.

"Peachy," he grunted before he went to take a sip of his water.

Melissa readied her clipboard. "Okay, Stiles do you remember anything about last night? About getting up and going to that cave?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No. Uh, the last thing I remember…I was in my room. I was getting ready for bed and…the next thing I knew, I was in that basement. Or, I thought I was in a basement."

"You were sleepwalking. Has that been happening to you lately other than last night?" she asked him.

Stiles seemed hesitant to answer the question, given that his father was sitting in the room with him.

The Sheriff saw his son's look. "Stiles, please. We have to know what's going on with you, so please, tell Melissa everything."

Stiles closed his eyes and sighed to himself. He nodded before he opened his eyes. "A few times. Sometimes at night, other times during the day. I would just, end up somewhere and not remember how I got there or what I did."

Melissa made a note of that. "Are you still having nightmares?"

Stiles shrugged. "A few here and there but, I'm not really able to remember much of them now."

She nodded. "Any signs of irrational or erratic behavior?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Possibly to the point of homicide."

That made both Melissa and the Sheriff's eyebrows raise a bit.

"Having trouble focusing?" she then asked.

"Yeah, I went back to my Adderall but it's not working like it used to."

"Any idea why?"

"No idea, though it might have something to do with being a surrogate sacrifice to a mystical tree."

She nodded. "I vaguely remember that," she said sharing a small smile with the Sheriff.

Stiles let out a soft yawn. "Yeah."

Melissa's face softened at that. "Uh, how much have you've been sleeping?"

Stiles shrugged. "About eight hours."

"A day?" she asked.

"A week," he said.

"What?" his father said making him look off towards the window.

In the sunlight, Melissa noticed how Stiles' skin tone had gotten paler and he seemed a bit thinner too. "Have you've been eating okay?"

"Yeah, though not as much as I used to. I haven't really had much of an appetite."

"Any other things that have been bothering you?"

"Well, I've gotten quite a few headaches, here and there. It just happens out of nowhere. Sometimes it lasts for a few seconds, other times…it gets so bad that I try to take some medicine to try and make it stop."

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Melissa led the Sheriff out into the hallway. "I know this is a tough time for the both of you but there's something I feel I should tell you." She looked down at all of the factors and symptoms she dotted down. "All of this, I've seen this before and…I think you should know-"

The Sheriff cut her off. "You can stop right there. I, already know." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad. He opened it and revealed a list written down with symptoms. "You're not the only one that's been making a list. I've been noticing a few things here and there. Stiles, he's been trying to hide it."

"So, you already know what this might mean?" she asked hesitantly.

He closed his eyes and then nodded. "Claudia." He sighed and then opened his eyes. "I think we have to run some tests."

"I'll…make the arrangements."

"Thank you," he said to her softly.

They then looked over through the door's window to see Stiles rubbing a bit at his forehead.

Scott was barely aware of anything going on around him at school. All he could think about was Stiles. Of all the times that Stiles had been in trouble, from when he had been kidnapped by Gerard to when he and their parents were nearly killed in the root cellar, he had managed to pull through. This time though, sleepwalking to the middle of the woods, stepping on a bear trap, he had nearly died and would have if his mom and dad hadn't found him when they did. He had nearly lost his best friend. Stiles had tried to contact him but he didn't answer his call and while Stiles had still asked him to find and help him, he had failed him. After gym, he went and sent a text to Deaton asking if he had anything new to help them with what was going on in the town but he responded that he had nothing yet.

Kira had been trying to get a hold of Scott all day. She had heard about what had happened to his friend Stiles and wanted to see how he was doing. She finally found him coming out of the locker room. "Scott!" she called out to him. But Scott didn't seem to hear her. He just kept walking off like he was in another world.

"He's a little preoccupied." Kira turned over and saw Derek Hale moving for her. "But I could help you."

"Why would you want to help me?" she asked him.

"Because, I want you to tell me everything that happened at the power station with William Barrow. Actually, I want you to show me."

Isaac and Allison were over in the history classroom showing Mr. Yukimura the voicemail that Allison was given over her phone. They hoped he might be able to translate and make sense of it for them. He listened to it calmly but Allison could tell from the look in his eyes that he understood what it was.

"You're right," he told them. "It's Japanese. Who left this on your phone?"

Allison shook her head. "I don't know. All the messages are the same and they all say Blocked ID."

"Can you translate it?" Isaac asked him.

"Mostly. The man speaking is giving instructions actually. The first line is: All evacuees are required to stay at least ten feet back from outside fences."

Isaac and Allison shared a confused look.

"What does that mean? What fences?" Isaac asked.

"The fences around the Japanese Internment Camp during World War II," Mr. Yukimura explained. "After Pearl Harbor, Japanese-Americans were rounded up and put into camps. This man is reading instructions to prisoners upon their arrival." He then handed Allison her phone back.

"But where does something like this even come from?" she asked.

"I have no idea, because it's fake." That made Allison and Isaac narrow their eyes. "It mentions the name of the internment camp as Oak Creek. There was no internment camp named Oak Creek in California."

Derek was being led by Kira through the empty power station as she was taking them towards where Barrow had her though Kira was still lost a bit on why. They finally made it to some generators behind steel cages.

"It was around here I think," Kira said as she looked around. "But everything kind of looks the same now." The last time, she hadn't exactly been eager to take the place in.

Derek then held his hand up and stopped them. "Hold on," he mumbled.

He was picking up a familiar scent. It was Stiles' scent. The two of them then noticed a streak in the middle of the floor. It moved off like a trail and led to an open cage where they saw something was stuck on one of the generators.

Kira's eyes narrowed at it. "What is that? Is that a baseball bat?"

It was. And one that Derek had seen before. "It's Stiles' bat," he told her. He moved over and tried to take it off the wall to see that it was stuck, tight. He put a little more strength into it and then managed to pull it off. He realized what had happened. "It's magnetized." Derek then noticed the scratches at the end of it and looked back at the streak on the floor. He put down at the edge and slowly ran it along the path of the streak and when it got to the end, it flew right back and got stuck to the generator. Derek's eyes widened as he stared at it and he then looked back at the equally stunned girl. "Kira, I need you to tell me everything you know about fox fire."

Lydia was standing with Scott but her mind seemed to be miles away. Every sound around her seemed to vibrate in her ear and be amplified. She actually flinched when someone closed their locker right next to them.

"You okay?" Scott asked her.

"Uh, yeah. Just a little hyper sensitive to loud sounds today." She then flinched when another locker shut closed across from them.

"My mom sent me a text a while ago. They're doing tests on Stiles all afternoon. I was going to go there around 6 to visit, you want to come with me?" he offered.

Lydia just looked down at the floor. "I should probably just go home." She almost jumped when another locker shut but this time, further down the hall.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Scott asked. He couldn't have another one of his friends suffering under his watch.

She just looked at him. "Yeah. I'll text you later." She then went off leaving Scott looking after her as she moved down the hall. As Lydia walked, it soon stopped being loud sounds she was reacting to. It became any sound nearby. Pounding sounds…and they seemed to be pounding in a rhythm.

Scott was moving through the hospital hallways and quickly spotted his mother and Stiles' father standing off to the side, talking. He noticed that neither one of them were dressed in their work clothes and they had mirrored glum looks on their faces.

"Hey," he called out to them. "Are the tests finished?"

His mother turned to him with her arms folded over her chest. "Uh, no sweetie, they still need to do one more. It's scheduled for tonight."

"Oh. Uh, can I talk to him?" he asked.

"No. He's taking a small rest now honey."

Scott let out a small sigh. "Do we know what's wrong yet?"

His mother looked back at the door where they could spot Stiles sleeping in his hospital bed through the door's window. "He has quite a few symptoms. Some that don't match up. We think that after tonight's test, we'll know for sure what is wrong with him."

"What test is there left for him to take then?" he asked her.

Melissa looked at Scott with an uncomfortable and slightly pained look. "They…he's going to be given an MRI."

Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion. "A brain scan? Why?"

She then looked over and caught the Sheriff's eyes. He let out a tired sigh before he straightened himself up. "They're going to see if he might have Frontal Temporal Dementia. It's…what his mother had."

Scott's face fell as he just stared blankly at him. He had known that Stiles' mother had been sick and died in the hospital but he never knew how and from what. "What's that?"

It was his mother who answered him. "It's a condition where the brain starts to deteriorate. Parts of it began to shrink and erode over time. It could cause a few mental afflictions and Stiles has been having some. Intense headaches, lapses of memory, insomnia, irritable and impulsive behavior as well as hallucinations are among them. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers. And…there's no cure," she finished looking down to study her feet.

Scott started shaking his head. "No, that can't be. You said that this happens over time. Stiles is healthy as ever. He hasn't had any problems until-" But Scott froze right there.

"After that night," the Sheriff finished for him. When Stiles had become human again.

Melissa went to wipe a tear threatening to fall from her eye. "We did some blood work and it looks like Stiles' immune system is weaker than it should be. All of this, and especially last night, it's really been taxing on him honey. The other doctors can't make sense of it but I think all of us here can.”

Scott began to walk off to try and make sense of all the thoughts and feelings bouncing through his skull. Stiles had been suffering through all those waking dreams and hallucinations where he was having breakdowns. Then he was starting to lose sleep and begin thinking awful things about himself. And despite all of that, Stiles still kept on working hard to help him regain his control and working to save Malia and Kira. But Scott just waved off what Stiles was going through as just being a little sleep deprived. Now, his friend was at the stage where he was nearly frozen to death or bled to death and that he might very well have a terminal disease. More than ever, he wanted to go and talk to Stiles. The last thing he had ever said to his friend besides updating him on what happened at his house, was that he should go home and get some sleep. Just dismissing him. Scott couldn't have that. He wouldn't have that. He had to do something…and he could. There was one thing he could do for him, even though it was the last thing he wanted to happen to Stiles, again.

Derek stopped the van at Beacon Hills Memorial and he and Kira went to get out. But, only he was moving in for the hospital while Kira was lingering behind.

"I don't know if I should go in," she told him.

"Why not?" Derek asked.

"Because, well…you're going to tell Scott that Barrow might've used fox fire, created by me, to jumpstart the nogitsune's power inside Stiles."

"Yeah," he said as if he didn't see the problem.

"Basically, that I helped a dark spirit take control of his best friend."

Now Derek seemed to see the problem. "You should probably wait here."

Derek then left while Kira settled down and prepared to wait. He moved through the halls of the hospital and moved for the waiting area for the floor where he knew Stiles was. He quickly spotted Scott sitting there, alone, with his head bowed down as he examined the floor. Derek could smell the despair oozing out of him. He walked on over to him and Scott raised his head to look at him.

"Hey," he said glumly to him.

"Hey," Derek said back. "Are the tests finished?"

Scott shook his head. "No, they're about to run one more. They're…they're giving Stiles an MRI."

Derek's eyes widened. That kind of test wasn't given out lightly. "Why, what's wrong?"

Stiles was slowly walking inside the MRI room in a hospital smock, mindful of his injured leg, with Melissa's hand over his shoulder as she helped him inside.

"Melissa, really, I'm fine," he mumbled tirelessly to her.

She nodded. "I know. This is actually more for me than you."

Stiles let a small but sad smile loose and his hand that moved to Melissa's other hand and gave it a small squeeze which she returned with a sad smile of her own. As he sat at the edge of the machine, his father was standing off with the doctor going over the paperwork. The doctor was squinting as he read Stiles' name.

"How do you even pronounce that?" he asked.

The Sheriff sighed. They were used to people asking that question when it came to Stiles' name. "Just call him Stiles."

The doctor nodded. "Sign here," he said as he gave the clipboard over to him before turning to Stiles who was already moving to lay down as he still felt a little tired from his chemically-induced nap. "Okay, Stiles, during the test there's going to be a loud sound throughout the test. I can give you some earplugs if you like?"

Stiles shook his head from where it was laying. "It's fine. I'm used to tuning out sounds."

The Sheriff and Melissa shared a look as they understood the double meaning behind that.

The Sheriff went and grasped his hand. "We'll be just outside. Okay?"

Stiles returned the grip. "Okay."

The Sheriff and Melissa walked out with the doctor and began looking on in from the console room behind the glass. Stiles was still calmly laying on the slap as it was being wheeled into the machine. The light inside was kind of bright and he was squinting his eyes a bit.

"Okay Stiles," he heard the doctor speaking through the intercom. "This is going to take about 45 minutes to an hour. Just remember, try not to move." Stiles had been trying to get comfortable but stopped after that. He went to adjust his head. "Even just a little bit." Stiles stopped moving entirely. The doctor then started the machine up. "Okay, Stiles you're going to be hearing that noise now. It's going to be a loud clang. Kind of like a hammer hitting an anvil."

A moment later, Stiles started hearing that clanging sound. He tried to relax as he let the machine do his work.

On the other side of the glass, the people there were anything but relaxed. The machine began to slowly bring up a digital mapping of Stiles' brain. The doctor lowered his gaze when he looked at it and the Sheriff quickly noticed. He looked at it and couldn't help but feel a disturbing sense of dejavu.

After a moment, the doctor regained himself. "You see this," he said as he pointed to a section of the brain that was highlighted. "This tissue here and there…both those spots are showing signs of atrophy."

The Sheriff let out a hard breath as he kept his eyes on it. "Atrophy," he muttered.

He then shared a look with Melissa and knew that she was thinking the same thing. Stiles was terminally sick after all. And there was no hope for him to get better.

Inside the MRI, Stiles' eyes started to water. Even though the clanging sound was still going loud and strong, he could hear the word echo in his head. Atrophy, and it was sounding out in his dad's broken voice. As it echoed, he felt the banging pressure against his skull just like before along with some ringing. He couldn't move so he shut his eyes to try and push the pain away. He shut them as hard as he could as the pounding got harder and the ringing got louder until it all just stopped. He then opened his eyes to find that he wasn't laying in the machine but was standing up. Everything around him seemed darker all of a sudden. He then saw some movement at the corner of his eye and turned to just catch a shape moving around the MRI.

"Have you figured out my riddle yet?" Stiles knew that voice. The thing was back again. "Answer correctly…we might consider letting them go."

Stiles shook his head. "Let who go?"

It turned over to look at the window. "Your friends…your family." Stiles then turned to look and see his father standing with Melissa. "We're going to destroy all of them Stiles," it said a little joyously. "Everyone, one by one."

"Why?" Stiles cried.

It started to tear the bandages off its face. "Everyone has it but no one can lose it! What is it?!"

"I don't know," Stiles mumbled as he increased the pressure on his head.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it!"

"I don't know!" Stiles shouted.

The bandages fell completely off. "What is it Stiles?"

Stiles' eyes opened as he realized that the voice was familiar. He heard it every time he opened his mouth. His eyes fell upon the darkness in front of him being cast by the light behind him. The same darkness that he remembered that it's hand sprout out of before. He realized the answer to all of his questions. "A shadow," he whispered.

He then turned around as the thing straightened up. It was him. He stared back at his own face staring back at him with a gleeful smirk on him. It was the face of a strong, confident and darker version of himself. Stiles felt all of his own strength and resolve melt away at the sight.

Stiles' eyes then opened to find himself back in the MRI. Shifting his body around, as if trying to get comfortable in his own skin. This was because the one seeing through them wasn't Stiles. It was the nogitsune who lived over 1,000 years of time and had gone through countless names. But, he would now be called what he truly was. Void. He was Void. He took in everything and saw that he now had full reign of this body now. There was no diverting of his strength and power for quelling the resistance of a determined teenage boy. The boy was broken and sealed away playing his own game, so that he could never interfere. He then let his power extend to start the beginning of his next trick.

The lights in the MRI room and console room began to flicker before they went out. It happened for a moment before they all came back on.

"What was that?" Melissa asked as she looked around.

"It looked like a power surge," the doctor said as he looked equally as confused.

But the Sheriff stiffened as he looked back into the room. "Where's my son?"

The other two looked into the room also and saw that Stiles was now gone.

Derek and Scott stood on the hospital roof together. They were talking about Stiles and what he was doing up there on the night before. Scott then froze for a moment as something suddenly hit him. He then stood up quickly making Derek narrow his eyes. "He was trying to protect us," Scott realized aloud. "Stiles, he was protecting us."

"From himself. He was trying to warn us." Derek realized that Stiles must've been trying to put everything he had into his struggle. Both to try and fight against the nogitsune, and the distress sent out the chemo signals strong enough that they would sense it long after he left. They both ran up to the roof where they had felt the chemo signals from him. "What exactly are we looking for?" Derek asked as they moved about on the roof.

"I don't know. But, I don't think Stiles was just struggling with himself. I think he was struggling not to do something."

Scott looked around when he noticed that there were some crates set up next to the cage around the generator. Like a kind of stool. Scott moved to stand on it and was able to reach the top. He moved his hand around to see if there was anything there and felt something. He pulled on it and revealed it to be a bag full of tools and equipment. Scott and Derek then looked around until they noticed the tampered wire. One that was already sparking. Scott quickly jumped away and the two of them tried to move to warn the hospital but they only got a few feet away before the sparks started shooting out and the generator began to blow.

The lights inside the hospital were now dead and only the emergency ones were now on. People were in a panic as they ran off to try and make sense of the chaos. The only one in the whole building that was calm was Void as he got accustomed to having complete control of his new vessel without any sign of resistance whatsoever. He was calmly putting on the clothes that the Sheriff had brought over for his son and had finished tying his shoes before he went off to enjoy the chaos that he had wrought. He was limping towards the elevator when the doors of it opened. He stopped when he saw that there was a woman standing there, staring at him just as calmly as he was staring back at her. One that both he and his host recognized. Mrs. Yukimura. Void started to move closer to her with a dark look on his face.

"You know me?" she asked. Void nodded. "Then you remember that I won't be deterred by your choice of host, even if it is an innocent boy."

Void let a smirk slide onto his face. "Are you threatening us?"

At that moment, two Oni materialized at either side of her and Void's eyes widened, but his expression was still one of amusement.

"Now I'm threatening you," she told him.

Void nodded his head down and began to chuckle as he stared down at the ground. "Oh, then let us warn you," he said before he raised his head back up. His smirk had widened and his dark eyes seemed to shine in the low lighting. He then quickly raised both of his hands up and two purple sparks flew out and for the Oni. Mrs. Yukimura ducked her head as the Oni were hit and let out deep clicking hiss sounds as they were struck before they vanished in puffs of black smoke. She then looked down to find two fireflies at either side of her. Their lights flickered a few times before they died out and they vanished. "This choice of host isn't a shield. He is a sword and it will cut deeper than yours ever could. Your little fireflies won't help you stop us."

Mrs. Yukimura let a shocked but angry look appear on her face just before the nogitsune turned away to leave in a different route. "If the Oni won't stop you, I know someone who can," she cried at him.

Void stopped and looked over at her. His smirk deepened. Then, he kept staggering away.

On the roof, Scott and Derek kept watching as the generator kept firing sparks all over the place before the cut wire finally severed itself fully. It began to fly off and out of control while shooting sparks at its end. Down below, the people were starting to run in a panic. One of them was Kira, who was standing still and watching in horror as the wire went flying for her direction.

—— time and scene skip

Stiles was driving them feverishly through the rain as fast as he could. Kira asked if they were heading for Scott's house since it had helped keep the Oni out, or for Stiles' house since he had told her that it was rigged just like his but he told her that both were too far and were heading somewhere closer. His job.

"The animal clinic?" Kira asked him incredulously.

"Yeah, it's lined with mountain ash, just like my home."

Stiles' eyes narrowed. "Yeah, but won't they eventually break through it?" he asked remembering what Scott had told him about the night at his house.

He nodded. "Yeah, eventually."

"You don't have any better ideas?" Scott turned and just looked at him with that same emotionless look he always gave. Stiles shrugged. "Okay sure, animal clinic."

Stiles quickly drove them to the entrance of the animal clinic and the three of them quickly moved to get out of the jeep and stumbled for the doors. Before Scott could move to get the doors open, he heard a disturbingly familiar sound. He turned and saw the Oni materialize behind them.

"Stiles! Get inside!" Scott shouted as he threw his friend the keys.

Scott then quickly shifted to try and buy them time to get in. Stiles got the door open but Kira moved away and ran for a pile of animal carrier cages left by the door.

"Kira! Get inside!" Stiles tried to shout to her.

But Kira began taking the cages and throwing them at the Oni to try and help Scott hold them off. The Oni hardly flinched as they got hit. Scott was trying to fight one but it kept dodging each swipe of his claws that he threw at it. One of the Oni stomped over for Kira. She was frozen for a moment but when the Oni went to strike at her, she caught its hand. She then went and flipped him over to the ground. Scott pushed at the Oni and managed to then get a shot in and knock it down. He then looked up in time for Kira to pick up a pipe to block a strike from one of the Oni's swords and then strike it up at his head making it fly off its feet. Kira seemed in shock at her own action as she stared at the pipe before she went and struck again at the Oni before it could get back up. Scott was so stunned by seeing her fight like that that he didn't notice one of them going for him until just before it stuck its sword cleanly into his stomach. Kira screamed out Scott's name in horror before she went over and sent a hard kick to knock the Oni away from him.

Stiles had been watching all of it by the door and then staggered over to Scott at the same time as Kira.

"Get him inside," he told her as they carried Scott into the clinic.

They moved inside and Stiles quickly shut the door closed. Scott was helped inside the operating room where they moved him to lean against the operating table.

Kira looked over at the sword still stuck inside him. "Oh my god. Are you okay?"

Scott didn't answer. He just moved to try and pull the sword out but it was stuck in too tightly and him pulling was just too painful.

"We should take care of that," Stiles panted out.

Kira looked over at Stiles and back to Scott. "He's right."

Scott shared a look with Kira as he silently asked her to pull it out for him. Kira nodded. She moved her shaking hands to the hilt and then prepared to pull it out for him, when her wrist was grabbed. Stiles took Kira's wrist and then began to squeeze and twist it.

"Maybe you didn't understand," Stiles grumbled under his breath. "We should take care of that," he said before putting more pressure on her wrist.

"Stiles," she cried out painfully.

Kira gasped as Stiles went and grabbed the back of her head and slammed it into the table. Scott watched in horror as Kira fell to the floor and lay motionless. He then looked up at Stiles who was also staring at Kira's body and then slowly looked up at him. The look in his eyes was nothing like he had seen from his friend before, even at his angriest. They didn't have the slightest bit of emotion in them. They were blank, hollow…void.

Stiles then limped over until he was right in front of the sword and gave it a look. He then twiddled his fingers over the hilt before looking back at him. "You okay?" he asked as if he hadn't just attacked Kira in front of him.

Scott shook his head. "Please, don't. Stop," he said, desperately trying to get through to his friend.

"Shh," Stiles said holding his hand up. "It's okay," he said to Scott softly. He then went and took hold of the sword. He gave Scott a nod and then went and twisted it. Scott then began screaming as Stiles went and pushed on the blade and twisted it further making Scott's screams even louder. "Oh, does it hurt? Oh, I know all too well Scott. Believe me." Stiles then went and grabbed Scott by the shoulder making Scott look at him with his eyes squinted. Stiles' face then became amused. "What's wrong Scott? Hard to tell through the pain but I daresay you look confused."

"It can't be…you can't be," Scott whispered with his eyes starting to water.

Stiles grinned and tilted his head at him. "Can't what? Can't be...not me? Us?" He then let his teeth show in a twisted smile that was foreign on Stiles face. He then went and twisted the sword again to send a fresh wave of pain his way and made the red of his eyes flicker out. "Why?" he said spitting up some blood. "Why are you doing all of this?"

"Why?" Stiles scoffed at him. "You should've done your reading Scott. A Nogitsune feeds on Chaos, Strife and Pain. You went and took it from Isaac, and from Coach, and from a dying deputy. You took their pain. All of it." The hand that was holding his jaw went to the side of Scott's head. "Now, give it ALL to ME!" Scott then felt as all the pain was getting pulled out of him. However, unlike the times that Stiles had pulled pain from him before, where he would feel relief, he began to feel as if he was reliving the pain all over again. Stiles' eyes rolled back as the pain flooded into him and brought him nothing but ecstasy. When he stopped they were both panting a bit, Scott feeling weaker and Stiles feeling stronger. "Thanks," Stiles panted happily before lowering his hand from Scott. Then, dark purple colored sparks began to flare in his fingertips and some went off and sent shocks and jolts into Scott who could barely move with Stiles' other hand still gripping the sword. "You've got to learn Scott. You've got to learn to never, ever trust a fox." He shook his head as he chuckled at him. "Because they're tricksters. They fool you. We fool everyone," he said leaning in with a dark look on his face.

"Not everyone," a voice said softly behind him.

Stiles looked back just before a needle went into his neck. Deaton glared as he injected what was in the syringe into him. Stiles gasped in pain and the sparks in his hand flew up and hit the roof making the room be lit for a moment as the sparks rained down a bit. He grabbed at Deaton's hand to try and pull the syringe out but his strength gave out and he slowly fell to his knees before he fell to the floor. Luckily landing on his uninjured leg.

Scott looked down at Stiles and let his red eyes loose. He saw the aura of the nogitsune, the fox move like it was in pain before it fizzled out. He was so distracted by what he was seeing that he didn't see Deaton reach for the hilt of the sword and looked away only when Deaton pulled it out and Scott felt a moment of pain before he breathed easier now that the thing was out of him.

"Is that it?" Scott gasped as he tried to get his breathing under control. "Was that a cure? Is he okay?" he asked desperately.

But Deaton shook his head. "The fox is poisoned. But, it's not dead." He then looked over at Stiles' still body. "Not yet."

—— time skip

Stiles and his father were in his car, neither one of them was speaking. The truth was that neither of them really knew what to say. Stiles had gone over everything that had happened over the time from when he had gone missing from the hospital with him and filled in the blanks about the recent terrible things that happened in town. The first thing they talked about was finding some way to not let the nogitsune keep using Stiles to do more horrible things. That and to find a way to protect him from getting attacked by the Oni who were still after him.

According to Deaton, this was the best course of action that could both protect Stiles and protect others from him. The van pulled to a full stop right in front of the gates into Eichen House. They didn't get out of the car right away. They both just gave the place a timely look before they went to share a look. They had to do this now, before either one of them changed their minds. They then pulled themselves out of the car and gave the building another good look. They were going to start moving in but the sound of a motorbike stopped them.

Scott quickly hopped off his bike and pulled off his helmet as he walked over to them. "Why didn't you tell me?" he said to them.

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this," answered the Sheriff.

Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "It's only for 72 hours," Stiles muttered. Though he silently thought it should be a lot longer.

Scott shook his head. "This is where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside of him full of flies." He looked at his friend's dad. "You don't know everything yet."

"I know enough. Nogitsunes, Kitsunes, Oni or whatever they're called."

Stiles bobbed his head. "No, that's all actually surprisingly correct."

His dad wasn't finished. "Scott, I saw an MRI that looked almost exactly like my wife's…and it terrifies me. I'm heading down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist."

"But why are you putting him in here?" Scott asked him.

"He's not," Stiles said. "It was my decision."

"Stiles, I can't help you if you're in here."

"Yeah and I can't hurt you," Stiles argued. "Look Scott, you don't understand. I…broke. I let, that thing in and people got hurt. People…died. And, with how I am," he tried very hard to not notice his father's scared face. "It can get in again."

"Please Stiles, Deaton, he's got some ideas. Argent is calling people," Scott said trying to not let his best friend do this. "We'll find something. And, if we can't-" Scott stopped right there. He knew that there was something that he could do. One thing that could help Stiles get passed his terminal illness.

But Stiles' eyes narrowed. He knew what Scott had in mind. But he also saw the fear and hesitation in his eyes so he went and leaned in. "If you can't then you do something for me…make sure that I never get out," he finished resolutely.

Stiles then pulled away and looked to his father so that they could move on inside. Scott just stood there, watching as Stiles just resigned himself to being locked up in a place like Eichen House without putting up any kind of fight. He kept his eye on him all the way up to when he walked in through the front door. He then went to his bike and moved to head on for Deaton's to keep looking for something to save his friend.

Stiles and his father slowly walked on through the lobby of the institution. Stiles saw that there were some people around in smocks, some of them seemed to be in a few fugue states or quiet in a corner. Stiles didn't know if it was because of the nogitsune, but this place felt...off. Cold, even though it was pretty warm. It made him get goosebumps.

"Mr. Stilinski," a voice called out, nearly making him jump. It was a doctor. "This way please," she said to them with a small calming smile that clashed with the atmosphere of this place. The two Stilinski men followed (Stiles at a slower pace due to his leg) after the nurse into the office where she quickly handed the Sheriff the papers to sign before running down the rules. "First 72 hours there is no phone calls, no e-mails and no visitors. We will be taking you here for a brief physical. In the morning, you will be assessed by a staff psychologist, speak to a social worker and attending therapy."

The Sheriff looked at the bottom line where it asked for the signature of a parent or guardian. He eyed it for a moment as memories of the cellar came back to him and went and circled parent. He then looked over where he saw an orderly use a key card to open a door that wasn't made of wood but prison bars. He was starting to feel his stomach turn and throat close up. He swallowed and then shook his head as he put the pen down without signing. "I feel like we're forgetting something."

The doctor continued as if he didn't say anything by putting a pair of slippers on the table. "You'll be wearing these Stiles. No laces allowed. You don't have a belt do you?"

"No," Stiles mumbled shaking his head as he took the slippers.

She then placed a tray forward. "And please empty your pockets in here."

The Sheriff heard that metal bar door open again and his discomfort rose and his heartbeat started to speed up. "Uh, your pillow," he said suddenly. "Your pillow, we forgot your pillow."

Stiles gave his dad a look. He could see that he was starting to have second thoughts. "Dad, it's okay," he said as he finished taking his shoes off and was now putting the slippers on.

But his dad shook his head. "No, you won't be able to fall asleep. We've got to go back."

"It's fine dad. I don't need it." He really didn't. He had outgrown that childhood deficiency around the time that high school rolled around, which his father knew. Stiles knew what his dad was trying to do. He was trying to use this weak excuse in front of the doctor to try and talk both of them out of him doing this but Stiles couldn't back out. If he was going to protect everyone then he had to stay here.

But his dad was relentless. "I can't believe I forgot. Every time we stay in a hotel the first thing you pack is your pillow."

"You can bring it tomorrow," he politely argued in front of the doctor. "Sorry." He then went and kept emptying his stuff from his pockets.

But the sounds in the hallway and the surroundings were starting to further aggravate the Sheriff's nerves and he just stood up. "No, okay stop, that's enough. Get your stuff. I am not going to check you in here if you are not even going to get one good night's sleep."

But Stiles stood up, gently took him by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Dad…I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks. And, pillow or not, I'm not going to get one any time soon." He then went and hugged him. "I have to do this, for everyone," he mumbled in his dad's ear.

That made the Sheriff return his son's hug, tightly. They then broke apart and Stiles gave his dad one last look before he moved to head off with the doctor. This time, it was the Sheriff who just stood and kept watching Stiles until he disappeared from his line of sight.

Stiles kept limping after the doctor as they went deeper into the building. Stiles caught some movement. He turned and saw the outline of a girl down the hall. It looked like she was watching him. Stiles didn't know why but, he felt something familiar even though he couldn't see her face.

"Stiles," the doctor said pulling his eyes away. "This way."

Stiles looked back and noticed that the girl was already disappearing from sight. He then moved to follow after the doctor as they climbed up some stairs. As they did, Stiles noticed that there was someone at the top.

"Hey, do you see that?" he asked her.

It looked like the person was tying something to the railing and he could faintly hear and make out some of what he was mumbling as he did. "What part of the bird is not in the sky?"

"Stiles, wait for me!" the orderly called out as Stiles rushed as fast as he could ahead of the yelling orderly, but he didn't stop. "That guy up there."

The guy was still mumbling that same thing for a few seconds before he started mumbling something else. "I can swim in the ocean but still remain dry." He kept repeating it, louder ever time as he finished tying what appeared to be a noose.

Stiles began to run faster. "Wait! Stop!" he screamed out at him. But the guy didn't stop. He climbed the railing, still ranting the same thing. "Somebody stop him!" Stiles yelled.

But the guy then jumped and fell but suddenly stopped when the noose caught him. He had hung himself and was dangling just a few feet above Stiles and the doctor's heads. There was some gasps and cries and Stiles looked down to see some people looking on from the bottom level. They were all still and watching the guy swinging but Stiles squinted his eyes when movement caught his eye. They then widened when he saw that it was the bandaged up form of nogitsune, snarling.

—— time skip

Stiles was completely freaked out by what just happened as the doctor kept walking off as if someone hadn't just killed themselves right in front of them.

"Okay, I know that there's the whole 72 hour thing but I really need to use the phone," Stiles almost begged the doctor. He was starting to think that maybe his dad might've had the right idea after all, but she didn't lose a step. "The accident that occurred is being taken care of."

Stiles' eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Accident? You're seriously referring to that as an accident?"

She moved to unlock one of the rooms. "Incident," she corrected before opening the door.

Stiles let a tense breath out.

"Slightly better but I still need to use the phone. Just five minutes?" he asked as he was shown in. "Three minutes?"

"You'd like to go to sleep Stiles? Or, would you rather like to be introduced to our five point restraint system?" the doctor asked him with a sweet sense of warning that he thought would've made anyone of the Argents proud.

"I would go with sleep." Stiles looked inside the room to see that the one who said that was a guy his age, completely strapped to his bed. He gave Stiles a smile and a slight wave.

The doctor then closed the door behind him.

"No, wait!" Stiles said before he stopped when he heard the locking click.

"I'm Oliver," his new roommate said politely.

He huffed. "Stiles."

"There was a suicide, huh?"

"Yeah," Stiles mumbled still keeping himself in front of the now locked door.

"Is it Monday? There's a much higher rate of suicides on Monday," Oliver said as if they were discussing the weather.

Stiles had enough. It was clear that if the dementia didn't go and drive him crazy then this place definitely would. "Okay, um could someone please let me out of here?! Someone, anyone!" he cried out desperately.

"I heard it by the way." Stiles turned to look at Oliver as it was clear that no one was going to come and open the door. "It happened at the stairwell, right?"

Stiles nodded as he went to sit in the opposite bed. "Yeah, how'd you know that?"

"I heard the echo," said Oliver.

"What do you mean?"

"It's this place. Something about the way that it was built. Everything echoes in here, eventually. That's why they call it, Echo House."

"Echo House?" Stiles mumbled.

Oliver then turned his head and seemingly went to sleep. Stiles just say there at the edge of his bed, staring up at the sky. He tried to keep himself settled by looking at the moon. It's light seemed to be the only thing that kept his nerves at ease these days. His mind went through many things as he sat there. Everything he'd been through for the last year. All the things they've learned about Kira and the Oni. All the things he did in the last few weeks because of the Nogitsune. As the moon vanished because of the rising sun, Stiles then began to see the guy who hung himself again. Heard what he had been mumbling…it was familiar. 'What part of a bird is not in the sky' and 'I can swim in the ocean but still remain dry'. They sounded a lot like…riddles. Now he definitely needed to get ahold of somebody. Scott, his father or Deaton. One of them would help.

Stiles was so focused on all of these thoughts that he didn't even notice Oliver was waking up until he spoke. "Have you been awake all night?" he asked.

"Yeah, I can't sleep without my pillow," Stiles mumbled nonchalantly. Oliver actually gave him a look before he turned and started to cough heavily. "Hey, you okay?" Stiles asked him.

"Swallowed a bug the other day. You ever do that? I keep coughing like it's still in my throat."

Stiles started to smile at this guy's bluntness. "That's disgusting Oliver. Hey, you don't have any idea when they unlock the doors, do you?"

Barely a second after he asked, there was a loud click.

"Now," said Oliver.

—— time skip

Stiles was taking a walk through the institution, trying to find a way to call his father, and Oliver had decided to shadow him. Oliver was walking in step with him giving him the low down of life in Echo House.

"Most of the people here are okay. The violent ones are in closed unit." He then pointed to a girl sitting with her arms enclosed around her legs by a corner. "That's Hilary, she has OCD." He then pointed to a guy being led by the arm by an orderly. "That's Gary, thinks he's Jesus Christ." He then pointed to a guy leaning on a support beam that was just rubbing at his arm obsessively. "Dan, he's also Jesus." Then he pointed to a girl on a couch. "That's Mary."

"Mary Magdalene?" Stiles guessed though not really caring as he had finally spotted a payphone.

"No, she's also Jesus. You'd be surprised how many Jesuses we get."

"Great," Stiles huffed as he stopped because he saw that a girl was already using it.

Oliver read his impatience. "Hey, why do you want to use the phone so badly anyway?"

"Because after one night in this place, I've changed my mind about it being safe for me or anyone, ever." Stiles wasn't going to stay here another minute if he could help it. Even in the bright sunlight, this place still sent chills down his spine.

"No, I think you're wrong." Stiles turned and saw that the girl on the phone was starting to speak louder. "I think I should tell them. They should know the story. They should know the whole story." Stiles shook his head to try and lose the craziness that was pouring at him from this girl. "I have to…because one of them is standing right behind me."

At that, Stiles turned to look back at the girl. He watched as the girl hung up the phone and move off.

"Who was that?" he asked as he moved for the now empty phone.

"Oh, that's Meredith." Oliver shrugged. "She's a little weird."

Stiles gave him a pointed look. "You're a little weird. She's a lot weird." And that kind of weird usually meant trouble. He took the phone but found there was no dial tone. "It's dead."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah. They turn off all the phones for 24 hours after a suicide."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" he asked him, annoyed.

"You didn't ask," Oliver said as if it was obvious.

"Thanks." Stiles then slammed the phone harder than necessary. He gave a look at Meredith as she walked off. So, she wasn't talking to anyone but it was clear that she had something to say. That, or this place was already starting to get to him.

"Wait, where are you going?" Oliver asked as Stiles started to stomp off.

"I'm going to go and get myself the hell out of this nut house," he said resolutely.

Oliver let out a nervous laugh. "That's not really the appropriate way to describe a facility like this."

Stiles just kept walking until he spotted a familiar wave of brown hair. He caught a glimpse of the girl's face and he stopped. "Malia?" She turned fully around and saw that it was Malia. Malia Tate. Stiles had a flash from last night and realized that Malia was the one who had been watching him when he had first come in. He wondered what she was doing here. She was just staring at him with a surprised look on her face. "Uh hey, it's Stiles. Do you remember me? I'm friends with Scott. My dad's the Sheriff. Remember we helped you out and my dad-"

But he didn't finish as Malia went and threw a punch across his face. A second later, they were surrounded by orderlies.

"Malia!" one of them, a big one, yelled as he went to take her arms and pull them behind her.

Another orderly came behind Stiles and pushed him to the ground to restrain him.

"Hey," Stiles said trying to fight through his hold. "She hit me!"

Malia struggled and so another one came to help the first one.

"Another one like this Malia and you head to the closed unit," the big orderly restraining Malia spat out. He and his fellow orderly then lifted Malia and moved to carry her away.

Stiles was still being restrained and pushed to the ground. More than anything, he wished he had his old strength back. "Okay, stop. I didn't do anything," he argued with the guy who didn't loosen his grip on him. "Stop!"

Stiles tilted his head but he froze when he took a good look at the floor that he was being pushed against. The glass fixtures built into it were familiar. It took a moment but then it came back to him. They were the glass fixtures that helped provide the source of light for the basement that he had been kept by the Nogitsune in his hallucination when he had disappeared.

"Enough!" a new voice shouted out at the orderly. It was Ms. Morrell. "Enough!" The man then let Stiles go and stepped away from him. She then bent down next to Stiles who was still staring at the floor. She noticed the look on his face. "Stiles," she said making him look up at her. "You saw something, didn't you?"

"The basement. I've been down there before."

It wasn't just a simple hallucination that he had experienced. It was a real place that he had gone to. One that he had never even seen before until right now. There had to be a reason that he had seen that basement and if he was going to find out what it was, he had to go down there. It might hold answers to why he had been sent there and why it was important to the Nogitsune.

—— scene skip

Stiles was sitting in a therapy session with about a dozen others. One of them was Malia who he had made sure to be sitting on the opposite side from. The one who was heading the session was Ms. Morrell.

"I want to go back to the topic of guilt today. It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing. It's a rather mature emotion." That had a few of them looking away from Morrell, namely Stiles and Malia. Morrell noticed that. She looked over at the girl first. "Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. Said it came with a, visceral reaction."

"I said it made me feel sick to my stomach," she said out to everyone.

Stiles looked away from Malia as next to him Oliver started to cough again.

Morrell nodded. "Guilt often becomes physical. You feel it in your gut. It's not just psychological."

Stiles felt a small chilling breeze hit him at his shoulder and he looked over and his eyes widened when he saw a patient speaking with a doctor. A doctor that looked like the Nogitsune. It turned away from the patient and looked straight at him making Stiles turn away quickly.

"How does guilt make you feel Stiles?" Morrell asked him.

Stiles cleared his throat and looked back at her. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Guilt," she said looking calmly at him. "How does it make you feel?"

"Nervous," he said.

"Like a sense of urgency?" she asked him and he softly nodded. "You feel a need to make up for something you've done. To apologize."

Stiles, out of the corner of his eye, could see the Nogitsune leering at him from the other side of the room. He felt his nervousness spike a bit as his hand started to shake. He noticed that a kid next to him was shaking his hand too. His hand that was covered in gauze. Stiles looked away. Across the circle, Meredith was calmly watching him.

"What do you call someone that feels no guilt whatsoever?" Morrell asked the group as a whole.

Oliver shakily rose his hand. "Sociopath?"

She nodded. "That's right Oliver." Morrell then looked over at Stiles was starting to rub incessantly at his neck, which had started to sprout a veiny looking rash at his neck. At the sight of it, she tensed up. "I'm sorry everyone, but we need to take a break." She then stood up but kept her gaze on Stiles who looked up at her. "Come with me Stiles. I'd like to talk to you for a minute," she said politely but resolutely.

Stiles stood up but he saw that the chair that Morrell had just vacated now had someone sitting in it. The Nogitsune. He quickly moved his eyes to Morrell and followed after her as she started walking. They then started to head out with Malia narrowing her eyes at Stiles' back as it moved down the hall. Meredith also followed Stiles, calmly with an unblinking gaze. As for Oliver he narrowed his eyes as they left before turning to look at Morrell's empty chair. His jaw tightened as he stared at it.

Stiles followed Morrell, still rubbing at the side of his neck. "So you went from working as a guidance counselor at a high school to a counselor at a loony bin. Is that moving up or down?" he muttered as she led him to her office.

She didn't answer him. She just stopped in front of a door and then unlocked it. "Step inside." He then went in and she closed the door behind him. "Look at the mirror, at the side of your neck," she told him.

Stiles saw that there was a mirror stand set up at the side of the room and looked at it. He saw the exposed veins at the side of his neck where he had been feeling some irritation from lately. "What is that?"

She then moved to lift the back of his shirt to see that it was spreading from his neck to his back. "It's called a Lichtenberg Figure. They appear in lightning strike victims." Stiles then moved to re-cover his back. "The fact that they're appearing on you after a shot of wolf lichen is both significant and strange."

"By significant and strange, do you mean hopeful and optimistic?" he asked even though her tone was anything but.

"The injection weakened the fox possessing you. It's been crippled but it won't stay down for too long." She moved to a cabinet to take out a bottle. "When the marks fade, the Nogitsune's grip over you will return." She then moved to give the bottle to him.

Stiles saw they were medication. "What are these? Sleeping pills?"

"Amphetamines. Sleeping is exactly what you don't want to do. You're vulnerable when you get to sleep."

Stiles remembered that when all of this first started, it was when he went to sleep that those mysterious things had happened to him like sleepwalking and memory loss. It sounded like the Nogitsune would have to start from the beginning with him. "So, I just have to stay awake?"

"For now," she nodded. "If your friends haven't figured out something by the time those marks are gone, I'll come find you."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "To do what?"

"Give you an injection." She then held up a vial. "Pen Chromium Bromine. It causes respiratory paralysis."

"Yeah, that sounds like a fancy way of saying death," he said eyeing it.

She nodded. "It's used for lethal injection, yes."

"So, if the Nogitsune takes over…you're going to kill me."

"I'm going to do what I've always done, maintain the balance."

Stiles sighed. So far, he'd only been seeing the nogitsune randomly but it hadn't really been doing anything to him like last time. But when the lichen wears off, he'll be right back at square one. "How long do I have? Until the marks fade?"

"Two days, at most," she said unflinchingly.

Stiles nodded. He remembered seeing all those dead people. The ones that were left in the wake of Jackson's reign of terror as the Kanima. He remembered how he felt about risking him killing more people and he wouldn't be a hypocrite now. The Nogitsune had already hurt and killed a lot of people already. He didn't want to add more to the list. Besides, he was dying anyway. He had what his mother had: Frontal temporal dementia. He remembered how it was to see his mother slowly wither and die in front of him. He didn't want his friends and especially his father to suffer through that hell again. At least with him here, he wouldn't have to make any of them go through that. "Fine. Thanks for the illicit drugs." He then pocketed the bottle she gave him and then moved to leave. "I've missed our talks."

"Stiles," she said making him stop. "Stay awake."

Stiles then limped for the doorknob but didn't turn it just yet. "You were wrong by the way," he mumbled to her.

"What about, Stiles?" she asked him softly.

"At the session. That guilt was a good thing. It was my guilt for the things I didn't do that went on to do the things that I did."

"I think you might be confusing guilt with blame Stiles. You may feel guilt for what has happened or didn't happen, but I can assure you that you aren't to blame."

Stiles' eyes narrowed up at the door. "Yes I am."

Then he went and left the room. Morrell stared after him with that same calculating look but her eyes had softened a bit.

Stiles then staggered off but he didn't head back for the recreation hall. He moved off to find his way towards the basement level. That had to be where the room was where he found the Nogitsune. There was something in that room that was important and he had to find out what. It might help to finally stop this thing. He checked the halls and silently moved through them until he found the corridor where the stairs were to gain access. He went for the door and tried to open it, but he found it locked. He tried to push his way in but the door wouldn't give.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked spooking him.

Stiles gasped but relaxed when he saw that it was just Oliver. "Uh, I just need to get through here. To the basement."

Oliver smiled at him. "Doctors don't even have a key to this door. Only Brunski."

"Is that the head orderly?"

Oliver nodded. "He's got keys to everything here."

Stiles had to get those keys. "Does he keep them on him all the time?" he asked.

Oliver nodded as his smile turned a little mischievous. "If you want them…you're probably going to have to find a way to trick him."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Yeah well a part of me is getting really good at playing tricks," he said spitefully.

Stiles then moved to head on off. Oliver looked over at him walking away with a small, dark smile on his face.

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selfignitingimagines · 6 years ago

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Derek- Recognize (Part 2)

A/N- I finally did a part 2 to something without it taking several months!

You were sitting on the reception counter of the vet clinic, talking softly with Lydia, when the screech of Stiles’ breaks told you that the boys had arrived.

You jumped down and met them at the door. “Did you find him?”

“No, but the cops did,” Stiles told you. “He’s at the station...and I’m guessing we have about fifteen minutes before they take his prints and run them through the system.”

“Why is that a problem?” you asked. “Derek’s never been arrested.”

“Not at this age, no,” Stiles said. “But just FYI, he’s going to a come up as a 26 year-old former fugitive of the state.”

You let out a choking sound. “A fugitive? For what?”

“It was mostly Scott’s fault. Kinda threw him under the bus when we were in a tough spot.”

You shot a sharp look at Scott, who was staring at Stiles with his mouth open. “We-we thought he was dead.”

“Dead?” you demanded. “Why would he be dead?”

“It’s not really important,” Stiles told you. “Are you ready to go?”

You looked from him to Scott, and then over to Lydia. She just gave you an indifferent shrug, and you sighed. “You’re coming right?”

She shook her head. “I’m going to pick up Kira and see if we can figure out why Kate might have done this to you.”

You must have looked anxious, because she placed a hand on your arm. “It’ll be okay. I’ll meet up with you later. Besides, you’re a total badass. You just don’t know it yet.”

You smiled at her, and let the boys lead you out to Stiles’ rusty jeep. You hopped in the back seat, looking back at her through the door. She gave you a small wave, and for a few seconds you felt like everything would be okay. Then Scott spoke up.

“So, Y/n,” he began as Stiles started the engine. “We know you know some things that Derek doesn’t. Do you think you can hold off on telling him until we figure out what to do?”

You bristled. “You want me to lie to him about our families being dead?”

“Okay, it sounds awful when you say it like that-”

“He’s my best friend,” you informed them. “I can’t just lie to him, especially about something like that.”

“Look, Y/n, this is complicated,” Stiles cut in. “If we tell him, he might freak out, and that doesn’t help either of you get back to normal. If we’re being honest, we only told you because we had to.”

You glared at him. “Oh, so you were going to lie to me?”

“Uh, yeah, for your own good!”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled “I hope the older version of me kicks your ass.”

Stiles’ brows furrowed. “Actually, you’re usually the one stopping me from getting my ass kicked.”

You frowned. “Huh.”

“Anyway,” Scott continued. “We’re not asking you to lie. Just to back us up until we figure something out. Then you can tell him everything. If we get you guys back in time, you won’t even have to worry about it.”

You sighed, and leaned back in the seat. “Fine.”

You were silent the entire drive to the police station, thinking about what you could possibly say to Derek. You knew he was going to ask what had happened. What you could you possibly tell him that made sense?

You were certain he would be full of questions, but when you walked through the front door, it was an entirely different story.

Derek was sitting in a chair, hunched down as an older man with a badge stared down at him quizzically. Stiles leaned against the doorframe and waved frantically, trying to get the man’s attention.

“Dad!” he hissed.

The man looked back at two other officers, who were nearby. “I’ll handle this.”

When Derek looked up and met your eyes, a stricken look crossed his face. He quickly looked down, avoiding your gaze.

You walked over, and that was when he looked up. You could tell he was afraid. “Derek…”

He wouldn’t look up, and that when you sighed, and bent down to wrap your arms around him. He blinked in shock, but wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Y/n,” he asked, his voice muffled by your shirt. “What’s going on?”

“Something happened,” you started. “There was a fire...and our families…”

Stiles coughed loudly behind you. He, Scott, and the Sheriff were all staring at you. “These guys can explain it better. Just hear them out, okay?”

Derek nodded, and followed you into the Sheriff’s office. Once you were sitting on the couch, Derek’s questions began.

“What happened to my house?” he demanded. “Where’s my family? Where’s my mom?”

“There was a fire,” Scott began slowly, but when he looked at Derek’s terrified eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to tell him. “Everyone’s okay, they just had to leave town.”

Stiles shot him a look, but you didn’t dare look at Scott. Derek looked up at you. “What about your family? Did they-”

You shook your head weakly. “They didn’t make it out.”

You felt horrible about lying to him, and that was part of the reason tears were spilling from your eyes. The other part was that you knew your family was gone, and Derek was all you had left.

He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin. “It’s okay. We’ll find my family. You can stay with us.”

This only made you cry harder, and Derek looked up at Scott and Stiles while your head was still buried in his shirt. “Okay, who are you? And who is he?”

“Who are you? We’re the guys keeping you out of jail,” Stiles answered.

“Let us help you,” Scott pleaded.

Derek’s eyes narrowed. “No.”

“Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there,” Stiles reminded him. “You need to listen to us, and that starts with no claws, no fangs, and no wolfman. Got it?”

“I’m fine as long as it’s not a full moon.”

“You still have trouble with the full moon?” Scott asked, surprised.

“I said I’m fine,” he said gruffly.

Scott leaned in, and let his eyes flash red. Derek stiffened. “You’re an alpha.”

Scott nodded. “I’m going to try to find out what I can. Once we figure out how to get your memories back, we can take you to your family. You guys can stay at my house for now. Stiles can take you there.”

“See, you can trust us,” Stiles told him.

Derek frowned, nodding toward Scott. “Him I trust.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and huffed, looking over at Scott “Why does this always happen to me?”

-----

“We’re going to wait here for Scott,” Stiles announced as he led you into the Alpha’s house. “We’re going to sit quietly, and we’re not going to call or talk to anyone.”

“Can I talk to you?” Derek asked.

“No.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Who’s going to talk to him?”

“What are you guys doing here?” A voice from the kitchen caused you to jump, and you instinctively moved closer to Derek. Stiles was surprised too, which was obvious by how high he jumped.

“Are you getting taller?” he demanded of the man waiting in the doorway, who was, in his defense, quite tall. “We’re waiting for Scott.”

“So am I. We were supposed to have dinner.”

“Uh, he should be on his way,” Stiles lied. “We’re just gonna go upstairs and wait.”

You surveyed the man, who was wearing a badge that said ‘Agent McCall’. You realized he must be Scott’s dad.

“Who are these guys?” he asked politely.

Derek opened his mouth to speak, but Stiles was too quick for him. “My cousin...Miguel...from Me-hico. And uh...his girlfriend, Y/n.”

“Oh. Well, are you hungry? I’ve got extra.”

“Starving,” Derek answered, at the same time Stiles said “No.”

They glared at each other.

“No, I’m starv-” Derek began.

“No, we’re not hungry at all, thanks.” Stiles cut him off.

Agent McCall eyed them both. “Well, Stiles, if you’re not hungry, you’re friends can still have some. Egg roll?”

Derek grinned. “Hell yeah,” he answered, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the table.

Dinner went fine until Scott’s dad staring asking questions. “So, Miguel what did you say your last name was? You look familiar.”

“Juarez,” Stiles answered quickly. “Cinqua...Tiago.”

“That’s a mouthful,” Scott’s dad remarked. “Y/n, you’re pretty quiet, is everything okay?”

You opened your mouth, but Stiles chimed in. “She’s a mute. Doesn’t really talk much.”

You suppressed a smile and nodded in agreement, while silently stomping on Stiles’ foot under the table. Mr. McCall nodded and raised his hands, asking you how you liked Beacon Hills in sign language.

Stiles’ jaw dropped, but you confidently answered him back. Thank god you had taken some ASL in school. He slumped back in his chair relieved, but then McCall spoke up again, asking Derek something in Spanish. Stiles’ eyes went wide, and you wondered if he was about to go into cardiac arrest, because that was how he looked.

You grinned to yourself, thinking that of course he didn’t know Derek spoke Spanish. When he spoke up, replying to Scott’s dad, Stiles finally regained composure.

“You guys are an interesting pair,” he remarked, and Stiles grinned with pride.

“Yeah, they are.”

Derek smirked and reached for another eggroll, but when he did, he noticed the FBI badge on the table. “Mr. McCall, you’re in the FBI right?”

“He’s low level,” Stiles chimed in. “Very low level. Doesn’t even has a voice.”

The man nodded, and Derek continued. “Do you ever investigate murders?”

“Sometimes. When it’s a federal crime.”

“What about fires?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. Derek reached out and squeezed your hand, trying to comfort you. He had no idea.

“Oh my god, I wonder where Scott is!” Stiles cried. “Shouldn’t Scott be here by now? We should call Scott!”

“What kind of fires are you talking about?” McCall asked Derek.

“Do you know anything about the Hale family?” Derek asked.

Things only got worse from there.

-----

“Why the hell would you lie to me?” Derek demanded, slamming Stiles’ head into the wall of Scott’s bedroom.

“Derek, stop,” you begged, grabbing his arm.

“You lied to me too!” he snapped.

“We didn’t lie!” Stiles cried. “We omitted certain truths. Vital truths now that I think about it…”

Derek growled and shoved him away. Stiles stumbled, and you reached out to catch him. He looked over at you in surprise, but you didn’t meet his eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Derek snapped at him. “I want to talk to the Alpha. I’ll talk to Scott.”

“Okay,” Stiles said breathlessly, backing toward the door. “I’ll go get him. My phone’s downstairs. I’m gonna call him real quick, so don’t move, okay? Don’t move.”

He backed out of the door and Derek turned to you. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know how,” you admitted, your voice cracking. “I lost my family too. I didn’t want you to go through something you didn’t have to.”

“So what, you were just going to keep it from me for the rest of my life?”

“No, I-I hadn’t thought...they didn’t want me to tell you yet.”

“So you’d rather listen to them than be honest with me?”

“Derek that’s not fair. You’re the one who didn’t tell me you were a freakin werewolf!”

“Fair?” he asked. “None of this is fair. Our families are dead, Y/n!”

You flinched, and backed away from him. Immediately, he realized what he said, and reached out for you. “Y/n, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right. None of this is fair. And I lied, and I’m the one who should be sorry.”

You turned away, heading into Scott’s bathroom and shutting the door. You didn’t want Derek seeing you cry, but he could hear you all the same. He sat with his back against the closed door, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to make things better. You were all he had, and he shouldn’t have blown up on you like that.

He stood up, ready to knock and beg for you to come out, but a voice from behind him caused him to turn. “Hey, Handsome.”

Kate was walking through the doorway, sleek and beautiful as always. “It’s been a long time. Longer than you think.”

“Derek?” Your wobbly voice came from behind the wooden door. “Who’s there?”

Kate sighed, reached for the chair from Scott’s desk, and stuck it up under the door.

“Kate, what are you doing?” Derek demanded.

“Oh come on, Derek, she’ll only get in the way of our fun. You know she has a crush on you.”

“Kate-”

“She’s always following you around like a lovesick puppy. Doesn’t that get annoying?”

“Derek!” you cried, although it was muffled by the door. “Open the door!”

You grabbed the knob and turned it, but the door wouldn’t budge. You banged on it, pleading for Derek to listen to you.

“Come on, Handsome,” Kate crooned, running her fingers through his hair. “Forget, Y/n. Let’s go have some fun.”

“Derek! Don’t trust her! Derek you have to listen to me!”

But as Kate led Derek out the window of Scott’s room, he didn’t want to listen. How could you talk about trust when you had just lied about something incredibly important? If there was anyone he could trust, it definitely wasn’t you.

-----

Amidst your frantic banging, you didn’t even hear Stiles come into the room. When he pulled away the chair, you were still shoving against the door, causing it to fly open and nearly hit him in the face.

“Y/n? What happened? Where’s Derek?”

“Kate took him!” you snapped. “Well, he went with her. He doesn’t know she started the fire. Damn it, Stiles we should have just been honest with him!”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” he assured you, raising the phone in his hand to his ear. “Scott, you were right. Derek’s gone.”

“Don’t worry,” he promised you. “We’ll find him. Let’s go find Lydia.”

-----

“You’re sure he’s here?” you demanded of Stiles and Lydia.

The three of you were standing under an overhang in the high school parking lot, trying to find Derek. The sun had now set, and the spring wind was blowing leaves around in the dark.

“If Kate’s looking for control, Peter said she would find it here,” Lydia reminded you. “It’s the most likely place Derek would take her.”

“She just wants his help? She’s not trying to hurt him?”

“She’s always had a soft spot for him,” Stiles told you. “Even when you guys are older. She’s pretty creepy.”

“She killed my family,” you spat. “And she killed Derek’s too. I’m going to kill her.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles warned, gripping the bat in his hand. “As much as I’d love to let you do that, you’re not exactly a werewolf anymore.”

You froze. “What do you mean ‘anymore’?”.

Stiles’ mouth fell open, and Lydia shot him a glare.

“You mean when I’m older, I’m like Derek? I have claws and fangs and I go crazy every full moon?” you demanded.

Stiles sputtered, but Lydia was quick to step in. “No. You’re only right about the first two. Peter bit you a year ago, Y/n. Derek taught you control, and from what he told us, you got it almost immediately. And you don’t know this, but in a few years you’re going to be my best friend. You teach me how to be strong, how to be fearless.”

You swallowed. “I’m not either of those things. Lydia, I’m terrified.”

“You’re stronger than you think,” she assured you. “Trust me, I have an insider perspective.”

Suddenly, a roar cut through the air, and you turned toward the sound. “It’s Derek. That was him. He needs help.”

“How do you know?” Stiles asked.

“I just do!”

“Go,” Stiles told you.

You looked over at Lydia, whose green eyes were shining. “You can do this. Go get him.”

You nodded, and took off down the sidewalk, heading toward the sound of Derek fighting. Lydia and Stiles watched you go, wondering if you would remember how to shift.

“You never told her she and Derek are together, did you?” Stiles asked her.

She shook her head. “I hinted, but she never asked. She just kind of brushed it off like she didn’t think it could happen.”

Stiles scoffed as they headed toward the Hale family vault. “The only person more oblivious than Y/n is Derek.”

-----

When you ran up the steps toward the high school, you caught glimpses of the fight from around the corner. From what you could see, the things you had seen in the temple, whatever they were, were attacking. Scott, Malia and Kira were all on the ground, but Derek was taking on two of the creatures.

You felt your heart pound as you took them in once more. They were enormous, covered in bones that acted as armor, and with a large animal skull over what you could only guess was a face. They had large splinters of bone emerging from their hands, almost like claws, and Derek was dodging them left and right.

Could he really do this on his own? Despite your fear, you found yourself running toward him full force. Your nails began to grow longer, and you felt your teeth protruding from your mouth. Lydia and Stiles had been telling the truth. You were a werewolf like Derek.

Derek nearly froze in shock as you darted into the fight, slashing at one of the creatures with newly grown claws. You fought beside him, something that you had been doing for years, but neither of you remembered that. It felt natural, normal, and instead of feeling lost like you had for the last day and a half, you felt that this was right.

Throughout the fight, you felt yourself changing, remembering, and by the time Kate’s roar cut through the air, calling the creatures off, you recalled everything. When you looked over at Derek, he was back to being his broody self, complete with a beard and troubled eyes.

“Y/n,” he choked, standing there in shock.

“It’s okay,” you promised, as he brought you into his arms.

He was squeezing you so tight that it felt hard to breathe.

You knew what he was about to apologize for. When Kate had broken into his loft that night, he had felt helpless. He couldn’t do anything to stop her from hurting you, from dragging you down to Mexico along with him.

“I’m-”

“Don’t say it,” you cut him off. “It doesn’t matter.”

He ran a hand down your hair and pulled you closer, and planting a firm kiss on your forehead. He looked over his shoulder at Scott, who gave him a firm nod. He nodded back, and looked down at you, tucked under his arms.

You were right, he decided. He was right there was you, and you were safe. To him, nothing was more important, and like you had said, nothing else mattered.

#teen wolf #teen wolf aiden imagines #selfignitingimagines #derek hale imagines #young derek hale imagines

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years ago

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Warmth of two bodies

Characters: Aiden Steiner x male reader, Ethan Steiner x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Smut, absolute complete filth. 18+ reading on your own risk

The warmth of a body was harder to take than most people would think. Not only the heat that radiated from that body but also the sweat that formed on it.

It gets particularly merciless when such a warm body is pressed against another. Even if this one were cooler, on many occasions, it wouldn't be something anyone would want.

But what if two exceedingly warm bodies press against a cooler one? This could only be more horrific, right?

A question you asked yourself on lonely nights. When sleep didn't come, you could only lay awake like you didn't have to do anything the following morning.

Surprisingly, that day after school, many hours before you went to sleep but couldn't find any peace, it was because of that exact thing, the experience of the warmth of not just one, but two bodies. In a way, you didn't expect.

It was a normal Wednesday. You and your friends haven't done anything out of the ordinary. The last supernatural threat was dormant the moment one of them died. But the twins still roamed the school grounds.

As if they wanted to intimidate you. Ethan, the cool and level-headed of the two, is mostly rational thinking but has not only a father complex but also a slight god complex. While Aiden wasn't very different from his brother, his god complex was intensified by about a million.

They seemed to think they weren't built by gods, as their looks would suggest, no. Most likely, they believed that gods were beneath them.

Strangely, on this particular day, they seemed different. More beautiful, almost human again. They talked a lot, made jokes, and even flirted. And everything was tied to just one problem, their target – you.

The moment they started their little play, you knew something was going to happen that day. You were on guard every second until the last bell rang.

A heavy, relaxed sigh left your slightly pink lips as your body finally began to relax from its tension. Whatever the twins must have been planning didn't seem to happen that day, or you weren't their target... after all.

Your mind was so relaxed that you didn't even realize you were the last person in the classroom. Even the teacher had left by the time you became aware of it.

"Oh, finally." The voice froze your veins, almost as if pure ice was running through them instead of blood. It left you freezing.

It wasn't long before you could feel a body behind you in no time, arms surrounding you. But you did nothing. You just stood there frozen, almost as cold as your veins.

Lips ghost across the skin of your neck. Fingers snuck under your shirt that is hiding your toned body.

„Mmm, even better than I thought," the same voice from before whispered in your ear. Hot breath flows around the already-raised hairs on the back of your neck.

It only got worse when another person appeared out of nowhere, standing right in front of you, putting two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look that person in the eyes.

His dark brown mesmerizing eyes cast a spell over you in no time, „You're going to be good for us, aren't you?" he asked, almost as if you didn't have a chance to say no, „You're going to be my brothers, first boy and I want him, to enjoy it."

Instead of giving you a chance to answer, he kissed you. His lustful lips met yours, and you were hooked just like that. So much so that I parted my lips on my own so he could plunge right in with his dexterous tongue, which got you thinking about what else he could do with it.

While you were in that dazed state of mind, you did nothing to stop the boy behind you, believed to be the straight brother Aiden, from unzipping your pants.

His strong long fingers almost ripped the pants apart after he couldn't easily open them. But his brother came to the rescue, opening them with his fingers as deftly as his tongue seemed to be.

It wasn't hard to see which of them was more experienced. Aiden might be a womanizer and make them faint for him, but he didn't seem to get much action. On the other hand, there was Ethan.

You know of at least forty guys at this school alone he's shagged up with everywhere, in their mattresses, in trees or anything in between. He seemed nice and sweet, almost innocent, but he was the greatest player anyone could ask for.

„He likes that," Aiden stated after his hand finally grabbed your cock.

On the other hand, you could feel one slowly feel a cock pressing against your ass and another under your left hand as you roamed the body in front of you.

His hands almost instantly left your own aching, begging cock to travel to your now-exposed ass. A finger that slides between the cracks and bumps against your hole. It was already pulsing under his gentle touch.

With a little force, he tried to get in. But a hiss from your side made Ethan pull me further into his chest. "Aiden, you can't do this. We don't want to hurt him," Ethan reprimanded his twin for his careless actions.

He turned you around so that he was behind you now, and you were looking the other boy in the eyes. For a moment, he seemed stunned. However, he got over it relatively quickly.

Before you knew it, he had grabbed your neck and kissed you hard. Not nearly as skilled as his brother. But he had his own taste: Peppermint and apple, but you weren't quite sure.

For some reason, he hooked you even more than Ethan could, maybe because you felt superior. A straight guy kissing you? How could you not feel like the king of the world? Usually, they just used one and walked away. But this guy seemed interested.

Soon after these thoughts, he showed his true colors. As he separated you two, he slowly pushed your head down. Firstly to his exposed chest, which you licked and played with his nipples until you came to the brim of his pants.

A big tent showed you how much this guy really wanted it. But you didn't say anything, just grinned at him before you opened your big gift.

You looked stunned when his pants fell off. This stud of a guy wasn't wearing any underwear! He was completely naked underneath!

Before you could say anything, however, he pressed your head down onto his massive cock. In this hard state, he was at least nine inches big. What's left, you think, if his brother was just as well endowed?

„Of course! They're identical twins, you idiot!" You thought to yourself in silence.

After the first thrust from him, his head flew back, and his hand grabbed onto a nearby table, allowing you to do whatever you wanted with the thing in your mouth. And you used that to your advantage. You suck it, playing with his tip using your tongue. You didn't even need a hand because your throat could take it all at once.

Needlessly to say, this guy has gone insane over what your throat did to him. It took you exactly five minutes to get him to cum down your throat. But to be sure nothing spills, he grabbed your head to hold it in place.

„Fuck!" he yelled while shooting load after load down your throat.

Happiness came over you that you could make him feel so good. He didn't seem to have gotten any release for a long time. It usually took almost ten minutes for the guy to come. But you didn't complain. You already knew that werewolves; can fuck for hours without getting tired.

"Okay, he's ready," Ethan stated out of nowhere. When you turned your head towards him after Aiden finally let go of it, you saw saliva running down his chin. A dirty grin on his perfect, sharp face.

He prepared you with his tongue. And you didn't feel any of it. How unfair! You were too busy handling Aiden's massive cock.

Before you knew it, Ethan was pulling you back up and propping you up on the teacher's desk, upper body on it. Aiden didn't let a second pass. He sinks his still-hard cock deep into your hole.

A long, loud moan came out of both of your mouths as he did it. Almost immediately, he started penetrating you like a wild animal. All the while, Ethan had started playing with your lips. His thumb caresses them. With his darkened eyes, which almost dangerously began to glow in a deep red, he stared at them in a predatory show of lust.

He kissed you again. Only to taste his own brother on your lips. Even going as far as to take some of his cum out of your mouth with his tongue. You then the lightbulb finally got off in your head. He wanted his twin for himself. But to get there, he needed him to get a taste for men through another.

You already thought they were both narcissistic, but that was a whole new level.

After the kiss with his brother pounding you into oblivion, you two exchanged a quick look. He seemed to know you were already aware of his plan, or so you thought. But he just winked at you before pushing your head down to do to him what you did to his brother.

To your surprise, he was even bigger than Aiden. Not much, but still. „If you're so good to me as you were to my brother, we'll fuck you at the same time," he promised you. But by the looks of it, you wouldn't survive if they fucked you together.

For some reason, you still felt compelled to do your best. With his cock deep in your throat and his brother pounding you hard enough to take it even deeper. Ethan didn't last very long either, even though he fucks all the time. He even stumbled back a bit after cumming far down your throat.

It went like this for hours. One of them fucked you while the other used your throat. Eventually, all the clothes were gone. You finally felt their naked muscular bodies. Ones that were unnatural for teenagers. But you didn't care. Feeling their hard chest and six-pack in your back while one of them fuck you. Or on your own toned body while your legs resting on their strong shoulders, and they folded me until our upper bodies collided. It was all you ever wanted to feel.

The last part was actually what Ethan promised you. One of their cocks alone was enough to destroy you. But when the second one started intruding. Ethan's cock, because his brother didn't know anything about double-penetration, became the end of you.

You saw stars for the first time in your life. The moans you gave were animalistic. Not a single illegible word came out of your mouth, even though you tried to tell them to stop.

You didn't know how long the two used you after that. But at some point, one of the twins lay on either side. As you slowly come back to your own sanity. The outsides were already dark. So they really fucked you for hours.

You got back on your feet with shaky legs. Both twins follow you with their eyes as you start collecting your clothes, even the ones they tore apart.

A victorious grin was widely over your face as you looked at them after getting dressed again. Your body hurt, was sore, and aching for their touches. You could feel them all over you, especially their cum happily leaking out of your hole. But also all over your back and upper body.

„Thank guys. I needed that," was all you said before leaving the room and then the school.

Both will know what they did, especially when they finally made out. Ethan actually desires to get intimate with his brother, just like you thought he would. Aiden didn't. But he wants to team up with his brother more often. If that meant fucking other guys, he was all for it. More than that would never happen between them.

Neither brother will ever know how this exchange of lust really came about. They shouldn't have walked the earth thinking they were above gods. If they were kinder and less narcissistic, you would have held back.

But you showed them, though they'll never know, that gods, even lesser gods, still stood over these mortal idiots. At least their lust strengthens you again. Maybe you could fight your own superior at some point. But to get there, you needed more of these guys, galling deeply and undeniably in love with you, particularly those straight guys who believe so strongly that they only want women. As long as they were gay for you, your power would only increase.

Lust from one guy was good, but two? One a player and the other a completely straight guy, a womanizer? You've never felt so strong before. Maybe you could even use them to harvest it until you're strong enough.

But those were just thoughts, and the night was young. You might get even more. With your strength, it wouldn't even be difficult. Maybe Jackson, the biggest narcissist of them all, if he was still awake.

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#Aiden Steiner x male reader #ethan steiner x male reader #aiden steiner imagines #Ethan Steiner imagines #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagines #x male reader #male reader #Smut

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 3 years ago

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I love your work I want to know if you can do a Aiden Steiner x male reader where the reader take care of his little brother (5-year-old little brother) because of his stop being parents in the reader was the one that took him to school pick him up and feed him. One day the reader didn't go to school because his brother was sick and had to stay home and watch him who Aiden finds out and went to his house after school to find the reader taken care of his little brother knowing how tired the reader Aiden help his boyfriend out on taking care of his brother.

Sick Love - Aiden Steiner x Male Reader (Hope you enjoy!!!)

Y/n had been taking care of his younger brother, Kayden, for about a year now since his parents had passed away in an accident. They didn’t have other family to take care of them so instead of being separated in foster care or adoption, Y/n decided to emancipate himself making him eligible for custody over his brother and inheritance left behind. Granted it wasn’t easy having to sustain a living for him and his brother, while going to school and picking a job at the veterinary for extra money.

Having all this responsibility made it difficult for Y/n to have a social life. He had one or two friends from his classes but no serious relationships, that is until Aiden and Ethan Steiner enrolled at Beacon Hills High School. Y/n met Aiden when they bumped into each other in the library, where Y/n was searching for books to use for his research project, they apologised to each other and continued to talk with a flirt from Aiden thrown in here and there.

From that day onward Aiden would hang out with Y/n whenever he could which is how he became friends with Ethan as well until Aiden finally got enough courage to ask Y/n on a date which he accepted and they continued to go on dates, which lead to Aiden asking Y/n to be his boyfriend. Y/n never thought with the life he had he would be able to get a boyfriend but Aiden was understanding of Y/n’s situation, he was kind and compassionate towards him and that was something Y/n loved about Aiden.

Aiden walked into school on Friday with his twin his eyes scanned the crowd of students looking for his boyfriend, when he couldn’t find Y/n by his locker he decided to hone his other senses either trying to pick up on Y/n’s sweet voice or his distinct smell neither of which he could pick up on. “What’s wrong?” Ethan's voice sounded breaking Aiden of his search. “I can’t find Y/n anywhere and I’m worried, he’s never absent.” Aiden responded, still searching for his boyfriend. “Relax, he’s probably just running late. I’m sure you’ll see him in class, now let’s go.” Ethan comforted, which didn’t do much to ease Aiden’s worries.

Aiden had gone through the entire school day without seeing Y/n and he tried calling him only to get to his voicemail. Aiden got on his bike and rode to Y/n’s house and walked up to knock on the door, he heard footsteps moving towards the door. Y/n opened the door looking dishevelled and tired, “Hey, Aiden.” Y/n spoke, his voice was sore. Aiden’s eyes softened at Y/n’s appearance; he moved inside, closing the door and took Y/n’s hands in his own, meeting his eyes. “Hey, you weren’t at school and you didn’t answer your phone. What’s wrong?” Aiden questioned, moving his hand to place on Y/n’s forehead feeling the extreme heat.

“Kayden and I came down with a flu, I had to stay back to take care of him.” Y/n expressed, nasally as brought a tissue to his nose. Aiden brought Y/n into a hug and tried to give him a kiss but Y/n moved away. “No, I don’t want to get you sick.” Y/n whined, “I can’t get sick remember, perks of being a werewolf” Aiden said, busy moving Y/n upstairs to his room. They walked past Kayden’s room to find him fast asleep under blankets. “That medicine really did knock him out, huh?” Y/n noted as they got to his room.

Aiden moved the blankets and positioned Y/n into the bed and he watched him adjust himself comfortably. “Did you already eat? Did you have some medicine?” Aiden insistently questioned worried for the state of his boyfriend, Y/n merely nodding as he slowly drifted off to sleep. Aiden was about to leave but he felt a tug on his arm and looked back to see his boyfriend pulling him to the bed “Stay. Please.” Y/n mumbled, using the little strength he had to pull Aiden closer to him.

Aiden got on the bed and wrapped his arm around Y/n pulling him close to his chest. Y/n felt himself being embraced by Aiden and enjoyed the warmth, closing his eyes. Y/n woke up to find his side empty, his eyes were blinded by the rise of the sun, as he wondered where Aiden was and as if on cue he walked in with a tray of breakfast and a cup of tea. “Good Morning, sleepyhead.” Aiden teased, presenting Y/n with the tray. “You slept throughout the entire day yesterday. I made you some breakfast and I gave Kayden his too, with his medicine.” Aiden continued.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Y/n asked, looking at Aiden lovingly. “You don’t have to do anything, this is just something I wanted to do for you.” Aiden confessed. “I love you.” Y/n spoke, he started to eat a bit before he realised what he said. They had never said those words to each other before, his eyes widened as he looked up to see Aiden smiling back at him “I love you too.” They shared a kiss before Kayden ran into the room, “When are we gonna watch a movie?” he asked, directly looking at Aiden which caused Y/n to look at his boyfriend too. “I may have promised him that we would watch a movie.” Aiden shrugged with a smirk as he felt the five-year-old boy tug at his arm trying to pull him. “Go on, I’ll meet you both downstairs.” Y/n waved them off and as they left the room, he couldn’t help but smile at himself at what happened.

#Aiden Steiner x male reader #Aiden Steiner imagines #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagines

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infictionalwonderland · 3 years ago

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Imagine under his touch facade, Aiden is actually a huge softie and you bring that side out of him easily.

warnings : swearing

Aiden Steiner was not a nice guy.

At least that’s what you had been told, countless times.

So why, why on all earthly platforms, did he bring you your tea everyday—just the way you liked it, and he paired it with that dopey grin of his. And why? Why did he constantly check in on you, genuine worry on his dazzlingly handsome features as he asked the dreaded question, ‘are you okay?’. And why, for fucks sake, did he continually compliment you, buy you gifts, make you feel special and loved.

All if he ‘wasn’t a nice guy’

But the truth was, you melted all his defences and rendered him a puddle on the floors of Beacon Hills High School.

Obviously you didn’t know this though.

The moment his eyes, which were usually hardened over with spite and aggression, landed on you—you could be doing fuck all, standing aimlessly and bored in the corridor or joking happily with one of your friends— but, his gaze would always soften. Automatically, immediately and endlessly.

The moment his ears tuned into your laugh, whether it was a short melodic laugh or a literal witch cackle mixed with a unattractive wheeze—he would swoon in his spot. It was inevitable and at this point he could care less.

He would admit, shamelessly, that his eyes always scanned out for you the moment he stepped into school, hastily flickering over the herd of people in search of you. He would also admit, you were the single reason he hasn’t dropped out of school, knowing full well he could.

So it’s safe to say he was down bad.

He would admit to checking by your house whenever you weren’t in school, worry practically leaving him like those anime characters who emit flames.

He would admit to sending you unlabelled compliments on a piece of paper he’s ripped from his school books, just to watch that smile he deemed angelic grace your heavenly features.

He would admit to watching all the shows you liked so he would have things to have conversations about with you, and hey? you can’t blame him if he genuinely got interested—you had amazing taste.

He would admit to learning, or at least trying to learn, how to make your favourite foods so that if he finally had the courage to ask you to eat over, or in an ideal world where you lived together, you would be ecstatic as he dished out your favourites. Done expertly, too.

He would admit to researching more into things you were interested in (when he probably should have been doing his homework but who gives one) and internally leaping for joy at your excited rambling when he brought the subject up.

Why he would do all of these things if he was not a nice guy..? You would never know.

But, perhaps, he was different towards you. Either way, you’d fallen into ‘the not so nice’ guys trap.

And you were perfectly content with staying there.. in his arms preferably.. or bed.. both would be good. Yeah, both.

#aiden steiner #aiden steiner x reader #aiden steiner imagine #aiden steiner x you #aiden steiner x y/n #teen wolf #beacon hills #fluff #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #scott McCall #teen wolf imagine

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

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

Chapter 24: Taken

Sam sat in Stiles' car as he took her to the school. Lydia went missing again.

"That girl can never stay in one place…", Sam muttered to her best friend.

"She ended up somewhere. What if it's a dead body?", he asked.

They quickly arrived at the school. "Where is she?", Stiles called as they got out of the car.

"Over here.", Allison replied as the two rushed up to her. Lydia was beside her, a dazed look on her face.

"What happened?", Sam asked. "It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and ended up here. And you told me to call you if you found a dead body.", Lydia told Stiles.

"You found a dead body?", Stiles exclaimed.

"Not yet.", Lydia said.

"What do you mean not yet?", Sam asked in confusion.

"Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body!", Stiles fussed.

"Oh no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on.", Lydia responded, shaking her head.

"We're not the ones finding the dead body! It's always you! We don't have special weird connections to the dead!", Stiles complained.

"Guys! I found the dead body!", Scott shut them down as they followed his gaze. Hanging over the 'Beacon Hills High School' sign was the body of the victim.

The stone of the sign was covered in the blood of the victim, who was wearing a police uniform. Stiles and Sam's eyes as they muttered simultaneously, realizing who it was. "Tara."

Hours later, the school was flooded with police. Stiles was speechless to say the least. Tara had been a family friend of Stiles.

Sam only encountered her every now and then when they were in middle school. She helped them with homework whenever things got hard. She had been Sheriff Stilinski's partner for a few years now. Now she's dead.

The school itself seemed to be a radar for death. Sam tuned in and out Ms. Blake's English lesson. Sam was suspicious of even more now. Why haven't she said anything about the recent issues? What was she gaining from this? Why she continued on as if she didn't see what she saw was beyond Sam.

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors and similes. All tools the writer uses to tell their story.", Ms. Blake droned on. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents.", she complimented Lydia's drawing.

Lydia's been drawing the same exact tree every day lately. It was starting to be creepy at this point. What did the tree mean?

"You and every guy I've ever dated.", Lydia retorted. Sam snickered and Ms. Blake caught it. "Well, that was an idiom, by the way. Sam, could you give me an example of a metaphor?"

Sam glanced at her, boredly. "Raining cats and dogs, heart of snow, you're the eyelash in my eye–"

She cut Sam off. "Thank you, Samantha.", she said with a smile. "Idioms are something like a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you only know the key words. Like saying jump the gun is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race. Or a phrase like seeing the whole board."

"Chess.", Stiles mumbled.

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?", Ms. Blake wondered.

"No, my father does.", Stiles said. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliché?", Ms. Blake walked back to the front of the class.

"I think I can get to Ethan. And I'm pretty sure I can make him talk.", Scott leaned over and told Stiles and Sam.

"And how exactly are you gonna separate Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?", Sam asked.

"Wait, hold up, why do you want to talk to him?", Stiles asked Scott.

"The druids are emissaries, right? What if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?", Scott asked, making their eyebrows raise.

"Kinda makes sense, but we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan through Aiden. Ever since he'd been back to school, they've been stuck at the hip.", Sam says.

"Already found a way to split them up.", Scott said as he and Stiles both turned around and stared at Lydia.

Lydia caught their gaze and sighed. "What now?"

Sam smiled. "Can you do us a favor?"

After catching Ethan alone in a hallway, the trio stayed with him as Lydia was distracting Aiden.

"Why are you even talking to me? I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to kill another one?", Ethan asked Scott while looking at Stiles and Sam.

"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? I'm going to break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—" Sam looked at Stiles in shock at his sudden outburst and pulled him away. "Okay, easy!", she says, and looked back at Ethan, apologetically.

She urned to Stiles. "Before you could even get that branch, he'd rip your head off. You want that?", Sam scolded.

"We're talking to you because I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think if something like that happened now you wouldn't do it again.", Scott said.

"I think he'd do it again anyways. He's part of the Alpha pack, that's what they do.", Sam said, letting go of Stiles.

"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met them. We weren't Alphas.", Ethan explained. Sam raised her eyebrows. They wasn't expecting that much info. "So, what, you guys were betas?", she asked.

"We were Omegas. In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat—the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack.", Ethan corrected.

"So, you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?", Stiles asked.

"Something like that.", Ethan grumbled.

"So, what happened?", Scott asked.

"They were killers. I mean people talk about us as monsters, but they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them.", Ethan explained.

"Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form Voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's ass'.", Stiles asked.

"We couldn't! We didn't know how to control it back then!", Ethan fussed.

"So, Deucalion taught you.", Sam says.

"Yes, and then we fought. We took down a whole pack, one by one. And by the time we got to our Alpha he was begging for his life! And we tore him apart. Literally.", Ethan confessed.

"What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"

"All of them except for Deucalion.", Ethan corrected.

"You mean Morrell?", Scott questioned. Before Ethan could answer, he let out a pained gasp. He clutched his chest and clenched his jaw in pain. The trio looked at each other in confusion.

"What, what's wrong? Are you hurt?", Scott asked him, concerned.

"Not me. My brother." Sam's eyes widened. She told Isaac to step back and if he's not doing anything, and Derek is still resting…

Sam shook her head. He's not gonna come here…

Cora would though.

Sam quickly ran down the stairs and into the locker room.

Lydia was screaming for Aiden to stop as the sound of metal clanking and bones crushing erupted in the room.

She found Cora on the floor in Lydia's arms. But before she could ask what happened, Aiden tackled her to the floor, wolfed out. She kept his fangs away from her neck as he snapped at her. "Get offa me! Get off!", she yelled.

Aiden was ripped off of her, stumbling back against his brother and Scott. "You can't do this!", Ethan yelled at his twin.

"She came at me!", The other twin shouted, angrily pointing at Cora. Stiles came over and kneeled down next to Lydia, Cora and Sam.

"Doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek till the next full moon. You can't touch him." Ethan pointed at Cora. "Or her. Or her!", then at Sam.

Ethan pulled his brother away and out of the locker room. Cora was groaning in pain, her head gushing with blood.

Sam helped her up as she clutched her head. Sam sat Cora down, grabbed a paper towel, soaked it under some running water, and dabbed the blood off her forehead.

Cora hissed, yanking her head away. "I know it hurts. I know you don't like me, but let me help you anyways.", Sam scolded, and she reluctantly let her clean her up.

"You okay?", Scott asked Sam and Cora. Sam frowned. "Do I need to answer?"

"She doesn't look okay.", Lydia said.

"I'll heal.", Cora told them. She tossed the bloody paper towel into the sink and stumbled back, Scott and Stiles getting her back on her feet once more.

"I said I'm fine.", Cora growled. "Do you realize how suicidal-ly crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them?", Stiles asked.

"I did it for Boyd!", Cora yelled. "None of you were doing anything."

"We're trying.", Scott assured.

"And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around thinking you can stop people from getting killed. All you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies.", she argued.

"Cora, you're a teenager yourself and you got put on your ass by a stupid teenager.", Sam said, pointing a hand to the alpha twin. "Not only that, what you just did was a pretty stupid move back there. Had Lydia not been here, or had those twins not been linked, we wouldn't have known what the hell had happened to you. You're not out here trying to stop the sacrifices or dealing with a psycho emissary. We are. We're the ones trying to fix all the problems.", Sam says, stepping up.

"You can't just act on revenge alone. We're just as hurt about Boyd as you are, but we're trying to stop people from being victims to this so no one else will die. You can't do this alone.", Sam told her. Cora glared at her before walking out of the locker room and Sam sighed.

"She's definitely a Hale.", Stiles spoke up and left to walk out. "I'll make sure she gets home."

"I'll come with you.", Sam frowned, following him out of the locker room.

Now they were in Stiles' room as he paced in panic. He was considering telling his dad everything now that they know what the pattern is.

Healers. Warriors. Virgins. Philosophers and guardians. His dad was a potential target. Sam couldn't blame him for being nervous. She hadn't even told her mom what was going on.

But if she knew Deaton… there may be a chance. Hell, if she knew what Deaton did and was a part of it in some way, Sam wouldn't know what to do.

Now Stiles struggled to tell what was going on to his dad who stared at Sam and Cora in confusion.

"Yes! Okay. No, ugh.", Stiles groaned.

"Stiles, words please.", Sam says. Stiles was mumbling, incoherently.

"Stiles!", Sheriff Stilinski called, impatiently.

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? Just– I'm trying to figure out where to start from here.", Stiles fidgeted with the ends of his plaid button-down.

"Hey! I don't have this kind of time.", his dad yelled.

"Yeah, because you're working on the murders. We know. That's what we're trying to tell you.", Sam says.

"Okay, for the last year you had all the cases that you couldn't figure out, right? All the murders involving Kate Argent and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him. And, and all these murders right now…it's like you've been playing a losing game."

"Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own kid and his friends.", Mr. Stilinski shook his head.

"We're not doing a review, though.", Sam says. Stiles rushed over to one of his shelves and grabbed a chessboard.

"See, that's it, dad. The reason you've been losing the game is because you've never been able to see the whole board." Stiles put the board down on his desk. "We need to show you the whole board." Stiles began setting up the chess pieces with post-it strips. Derek, Scott, and Peter were all black pieces with pink strips. Wolves.

Chris, Kate, and Allison were all white pieces with purple strips. Hunters.

Jackson was identified with a yellow stripe while Deaton had a blue strip. As for Sam, she had an orange strip with a black piece.

"Last year, during the first murder of the girl that turned out to be Laura Hale, Scott got bit in the woods by an animal when we snuck out."

"You said Scott wasn't there.", Sheriff Stilinski frowned.

"We lied.", Sam says, shamefully. Stiles groaned.

"He turned into a werewolf after a few days. We tried to figure out who killed the girl. We thought that Derek Hale killed his own sister since he's also a werewolf but turns out the Alpha did it. The Alpha's Peter Hale, Derek's uncle."

"Long story short, we were trying to find out who the Alpha was all at the same time Kate Argent was here and trying to kill Derek because she's a werewolf hunter along with the whole Argent family.", Stiles explained.

"The night Peter was planning on biting me, Kate Argent kidnapped Derek and I and held us captive in a cellar. It's what hunters do; they're crazy. But when Scott got us out she shot us.", Sam explained.

"Deaton healed her because he's some kind of Druid—", Stiles said and took a breath. "And Peter Hale killed Kate Argent because he was killing all those people who started the Hale fire. Then Derek killed Peter. Okay, um, next set of murders—", Stiles looked at the chess board.

"Jackson wanted the bite from Derek. He gave it to him, but he rejected it. So, he turned into a lizard creature thing called a Kanima and was being controlled by Matt, who was making him kill people as revenge for drowning him. Matt died, I ended up getting powers, Gerard Argent killed him, and Gerard controlled Jackson. We defeated Gerard, then Derek and Peter, who came back from the dead by the way, killed Jackson and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam confessed.

"And at the same time Peter Hale was controlling Sam and making her do all this weird crap and made me think she was an Alpha which she isn't but that's done now so they just hate each other. Yeah. Now we've got an Alpha pack running around Beacon Hills and a crazy Darach, which is a Druid that went down the wrong path according to Deaton, running around killing people for sacrifices. And whoever the Darach was ended up slashed up and left for the dead by wolves.", Stiles finally finished with a heavy breath. Sheriff Stilinski blinked a few times.

"Scott and Derek are werewolves?" He raised his brows.

"Yes.", Stiles sighed, believing his father was understanding.

"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?" He wasn't getting it.

"Hunter. That's purple…hunters.", Stiles fidgeted with the Kate Argent chess piece.

"Along with Allison and her father.", Cora added.

"Yeah. And, my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?", his dad asked.

"No, no, no, no, no. He's a Druid. Kay? Well, we think."

"So, who's the Kanima?"

"Jackson.", Sam said.

"No, Jackson's a werewolf."

"Yeah, now. Jackson was a Kanima at first then Peter and Derek killed him, and he came back to life as a werewolf.", Sam explained.

"Since everybody finds it weird, he was dead.", Stiles pursed his lips.

"So, who's a Da-Rack?"

"Darach.", Stiles and Sam corrected. Sheriff Stillinski rubbed his forehead in growing frustration.

"We don't know yet.", Cora answered.

"But he was killed by werewolves."

"Slashed up and left for dead.", Stiles corrected.

"We think.", Cora said.

"Why was Jackson the Kanima?", he asked.

"And that's what you've missed in Beacon Hills the past year.", Sam smiled. Sheriff Stilinski leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

"Because sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person you are.", Sam says.

"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier by the second father take?", Sheriff Stillinski asked, annoyed.

"Uh…that would be more of an expression. Like the one you're currently wearing.", Stiles licked his lips.

"Yeah." Sheriff Stilinski got up from the chair and began heading towards the door.

"We're telling the truth!", Sam yelled. "I have powers!", Sam told him, and he turned around, fixing her with a look.

"Dad, dad, dad! I can prove it, okay? She's one of them," Stiles pointed to Cora, "a werewolf!"

"Stiles, Stiles! That's enough!", Sheriff yelled.

"Dad can you please just hold on.", Stiles pleaded. Sheriff Stilinski sighed.

She stood up hesitantly.

"Trust us, please.", Sam pleaded to the older man.

"Alright dad, just watch this. Okay?" His dad's eyes widened as they heard a thud on the floor behind them. Sheriff Stilinski ran past Stiles and Sam, and they turned around to see him crouched over Cora who fainted.

Cora laid unconscious, the cut on her head bleeding black blood.

Shit.

"Call an ambulance.", Sheriff Stilinski demanded. Sam took out her phone and immediately dialed 911. After Sam explained, Stiles dragged her into the hallway, leaving Sheriff Stilinski to take care of Cora.

"We can't take her to the hospital! She's going to heal and then we'll have more questions to answer.", Stiles whispered, panicked.

"Stiles, she's bleeding black. Something bad's happening. As far as I know, Melissa is the closest person we can trust and rely on. We'll take her to her.", Sam reassured.

She took her notebook as she sat in Cora's hospital room. Cora looked sick, pale and almost lifeless. Just like Lydia.

Sam looked down at her open pages. Five words were written down on it: healers, warriors, guardians, virgins, and philosophers.

As far as she knew, Deaton's a healer, and he was almost sacrificed so that was crossed off the list. Stiles' dad was a potential target, so he was on guardian.

Either she or Stiles had to be on virgins…

Would the warriors be Scott?

Who's the philosopher?

"What happened?", Derek's voice snapped her out of her thoughts as he rushed into the room. He looked panicked as he caught the sight of his sister.

His shoulders immediately slumped as he went to her side, checking her bandages. He could hear her heartbeat, but it was slow. Why?

"She got in a fight with Aiden at school. Stiles and I took her back to his house and she passed out. She's not healing.", Sam said.

"Why isn't she healing?", Derek asked.

"I don't know. But it can't be because of her fight with Aiden, she should have healed already. Something else is going on.", Sam says, frustrated.

Derek took a seat in the chair next to the bed and took his baby sister's cold, lifeless hand in his.

He squeezed it, pressing his forehead to his clasped hands. watching his baby sister cling to life.

Sam sighed, looking at the notes again. Something's missing. "What's wrong?", Derek asked, noticing Sam's frustration.

"Something doesn't add up. It's confusing…", Sam says, looking over her notes again.

"What is?", he asked.

"The sacrifice pattern.", she says as she tried to piece everything together. "You know the pattern?", Derek sat up.

"Yeah, Allison found it out today and told us–" Sam's eyes widened as she looked back down at her notes. Allison. Hunter. Warrior.

"Sam?", Derek urged.

"It's related to us. The pattern's getting close to us.", Sam says, getting up.

"How?", Derek asked.

"Stiles and I have to be the virgins. Allison's the warrior since she's a hunter. Stiles' dad might be the guardian. Deaton's gone so he has to be the healer. I can't find out who's the philosopher….", she trailed on.

"Lydia.", Sam realized.

"How is Lydia a philosopher?"

"Philosopher, another word for scholar or thinker. She's always brought up some facts every now and then when it helped us. I just— What if there's something more going on than we know about? What if the Darach's closer to us than we thought? The darach is someone we know.", Sam says.

"I kinda doubt it. I'm still suspicious as to why people are dying just because she gets a feeling. For all we know, it could be Lydia.", Derek said, bluntly.

Sam shook her head. "Lydia finds the bodies, she doesn't cause the deaths.", she said, and pulled out her phone as she got a call from Stiles.

"Where are you?", Sam asked.

"I'm with Scott.", Stiles said and Scott cuts in. "The school but that's not important. It's not guardians, not law enforcement. It's philosophers, as in teachers! Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover.", Scott informed.

"That makes sense. Tara wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school.", Stiles said over the phone.

"Then the last one's going to be another teacher."

"There's dozens of them, Scott. And they're all headed home.", Stiles said. Sam shook her head. "No, Stiles."

"They're all going to the recital!", Scott exclaimed in realization.

"So, the three of us are going to go protect three dozen teachers?", Sam asked in disbelief.

"Sounds like a plan.", Stiles mumbled.

Sam sighed and hung up the phone as Derek's eyes never left her. "The Philosophers are the teachers. Looks like I'm going to your girlfriend's recital.", Sam says, taking her things. Derek frowned. "I have to stay here.", Derek said.

"I know. We'll be back.", Sam says before leaving. Derek stops her, though. "Sam," Derek called. Sam turned around to face him. "Be careful.", he warned. She gave him a smile and nodded before leaving.

After arriving at the school, Sam and Stiles' jumped out of Stiles' Jeep and rushed inside to where the concert had already started.

Stiles and Sam pushed right through the auditorium doors and found Scott watching the concert.

"Hey.", they whispered, catching his attention.

"Why is Lydia not with you?", Sam asked.

"She was, she went to go talk to Aiden, I think. She's somewhere in here.", Scott said, continuing to watch the performance.

Sam looked around and saw the twins. Lydia wasn't with Aiden and Aiden was with his brother.

Something's wrong. Sam quietly left the auditorium and searched for the redhead.

"Lydia?", Sam whispered, looking around the moonlit hallways. She continued walking until she could hear shuffling coming from a classroom to her right. She turned and looked into the classroom with widened eyes. Sitting, bound to a chair, was an unconscious Lydia. Sam ran in, taking in the sight of her as she tried to pry the girl's restraints apart.

"Lydia, wake up.", Sam tapped her cheeks before trying her restraints again.

"She's not going to wake up." A female voice startled Sam. Sam turned around and saw Ms. Blake standing before her.

"You knew all along, didn't you?", she asked as Sam glared at her. Her eyebrows furrowed as Sam came to the realization.

"You're the darach.", Sam muttered. The prissy, snobby teacher who pretended to be innocent. The woman who pretended to cry over Derek's wounds. She was behind everything.

"How does it feel to be out-powered by your enemy?", she smiled. "You were going to kill her.", Sam growled.

"She's just an inconvenience. Just like you.", Ms. Blake sneered before rushing at Sam and knocking her back against stacked desks and Sam groaned as she fell to the floor.

Through her blurry vision, she could see the woman walk over to Lydia before passing out once more.

Last month

"You knew about him this whole time? That's why you asked me if I was okay?", Lydia asked Sam. The girl nodded. "A little after the beginning of the school year.", Sam confessed as they talked about Jackson.

Her eyes widened. "You've known for that long?"

"We've just been trying to keep people safe…", Sam looked down at her hands.

"From what?", she asked. Sam looked up at her. "Jackson hasn't said anything to you?"

"He's explained to me what Derek's taught him—about the full moons, the hunger, the claws and all. He told me about how he didn't know he was doing the killings, and he didn't know how he got turned into that lizard thing.", Lydia said.

"Kanima.", Sam corrected.

Lydia gave her a sad smile. "You guys have been through a lot."

Sam nodded and explained everything. From Scott's bite to Kate, to Peter's bite, and Allison's mom trying to kill her and Scott, to the whole thing with Jackson's werewolf transformation.

"She tried killing you.", Lydia frowned at the news of Allison's behavior.

"Yep, so we're not talking at the moment.", Sam says.

Sam even told her about the sudden voices she was hearing after talking about Peter's bite. "Deaton told me I was dying. Throwing up black blood and constantly being weak, that was the bite's doing."

"I didn't go through any of that…", Lydia muttered.

Sam nodded. "The most they told me was that you were just having an allergic reaction but that was it."

Sam groaned as she woke up to see Lydia was whimpering as Ms. Blake was threatening her.

She smiled at Sam. "We're bite buddies.", she said. Sam chuckled. "Bite buddies. I like that.", she grins.

"It's too bad though, and too late." Ms. Blake started to duct tape Lydia's wrist to the chair. Lydia started crying, and pleading no.

She tried yanking her wrists free but to no avail. Sam got up and used Ms. Blake's shadow to push her away from Lydia, slamming her into the blackboard of the classroom before rushing to free Lydia.

The woman groaned and got up, glaring at Sam behind her long dark hair.

She jumped over the desk, ready to run at her with a knife.

"Drop it!" The voice of Sheriff Stilinski yelled from behind Sam. The girl's eyes widened as she turned to him, but Ms. Blake took that as an opportunity to stab the knife into Sam's side, making her drop in pain.

Before the sheriff could react, a loud roar erupted from the back of the classroom. Scott stood there fully wolfed out, threatening Ms. Blake with a growl. He jumped over desks and started clawing at Ms. Blake, who dodged his attacks. She finally knocked him in the chest and sent him flying back into rows of stacked up chairs.

Stiles came running up to the front door of the classroom and looked in with wide eyes. In a swift motion, Ms. Blake shoved a desk in front of the door with ease, blocking his entrance.

Sam placed her hand on the floor, pulling at Ms. Blake's shadow as she fell to the floor. Looking back at Sam, she kicked her chest and Sam groaned with a cough as the woman got up.

"There was a girl…there was a girl. We found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?", he asked, angry.

"Maybe I should have started with philosophers—with knowledge and strategy.", she says. Sam's ears rang as she heard the sheriff's gun pop. He shot the woman's leg and she stumbled but soon steadied.

"Healers…" Ms. Blake lunged for the Sheriff and stabbed the knife in his chest. He cried out in pain as she backed him up against a stack of chairs. "Warriors.", she growled. She snatched the badge on his uniform. "Guardians." She crushed the badge with her bare hands. It dropped to the floor with a quiet clank. "Virgins.", she finished, leaning in for a kiss with the Sheriff.

Stiles pushed the desk away from blocking the door and finally entered the room. He helped Sam up and they ran over to where Ms. Blake and his father were previously standing.

It only took a second to blink as they all saw an ugly, disfigured, pale monster in place of Ms. Blake. She let out a screech before leaving with the sheriff.

Scott made it back to his feet as well, but they were too late. All they were staring at was the sight of broken glass.

"Dad?", Stiles called.

As the trio got settled in Stiles' Jeep, her phone rang. Sam winced as she pulled it out of her pocket and saw my mom's face on the screen. She answered it in a rush, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hi, mom.", Sam greeted. "Are you with Stiles and Scott? You've been gone all day.", her mother said. Sam nodded, though she couldn't see her. "Y-Yeah, yeah! We went to a recital at school, yeah, we're leaving now.", Sam says, and bit her lip from the pain in her side.

"Okay, just let me know if you're staying at their house–", she heard before she stopped. Sam's eyes widened a bit at the silence.

"Mom?", Sam called. "Hold on, someone's at the door.", she told her. Sam looked at Scott and Stiles as they glanced at her.

Sam heard a crash in her phone's speaker and jumped at the sound. "Mom!? Mom!", Sam exclaimed, calling her mother.

The phone hung up.

Sam could hear the blood pounding through her ears as swallowed, looking at the ended call. Her hand trembled as Stiles looked at her in shock.

The boys quickly took their friend to Derek's loft, rushing in. "Derek! Derek!", Scott called as they entered the loft. "What happened?", Derek rushed into the room.

The boys laid her down on the floor as Sam silently cried. They all looked down at her as Derek examined Sam's wound.

"Ms. Blake.", Sam rasped, groaning. "She's the Darach."

"What?", Derek looked at her in disbelief. Stiles went to go get paper towels.

"She's the Darach. She attacked Lydia, she tried to sacrifice her.", Scott explained.

Stiles came back and pressed the paper towels on her wound. Sam let out a cry of pain, gripping his wrist as he looked at her apologetically. Her body started to hurt all over.

"Then how did she get into it?", Derek asked Scott, gesturing to Sam as he took the paper towels away from Stiles shaky hands, putting pressure on Sam himself.

"I went to look for Lydia. She wasn't with Aiden.", Sam swallowed as Scott looked at her in panic. "Why didn't you say anything!?", he exclaimed, worriedly.

"We don't know! One second, she was at the concert with us the next she was gone. We found her in there.", Scott told him.

Before Sam could explain, she screamed in pain as her head felt like it was gonna explode. Her body felt like it was on fire and felt too sore with every touch. The boys instantly flinched, fidgeting around as they were unsure of what to do.

"What's going on?", Scott yelled.

"I-I don't know!", Derek replied, taking Sam in his arms as she thrashed at his touch. It was too much. Everything burned and hurt. He held her arms in his hands, his veins instantly turning black, but the pain didn't subside.

"Derek, do something! Make it stop!", Scott yelled, covering his ears. "I'm trying!", Derek yelled back, wincing in pain. It was stab wound. It shouldn't have hurt this bad.

The pain started to fade as well as Sam's crying. Her whimpers turned into soft pants as she laid her head into Derek's chest, shutting her eyes.

The boys sighed, but silenced as the werewolves listened for her heartbeat. It was slow. Steady, but worryingly slow.

Derek quickly went to find supplies to clean Sam's wound and dress it. Scott and Stiles couldn't help but sit in silence, feeling the despair of what would come for the sacrifices.

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noekiiloves · 3 years ago

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How they react to someone threatening you - Scott, Stiles, Allison, Derek, Ethan & Aiden

- Scott

How dare someone threathen you. He would have a hard time trying not to let his wolf side out because he was so pissed. He will definitely warn the person thet if they threathen you again or touch a hair on your head he will kill them.

- Stiles

Stiles would also be quite angry but he would feel like he isn't the person to come of threathening so he'd ask Scott's help to make sure that the person who intimedated you will stay away from you.

- Allison

Allison would definitely be able to make sure that the person who dared to threathen you get's the message to stay away from you. She would not care where she was she would just flat out pull a gun on them.

- Derek

Derek will be absolutely furious that someone even dared to think about threatening you let alone actually doing it. So he will most likely wolf out on this person to make sure they never ever try something like that again.

- Ethan & Aiden (yes I combined them for this)

As we all know ethan and Aiden can be quite intimidating when they want to be. So as soon as the person threathens you in front of them they will immediatly regret it when they see the faces of Ethan and Aiden.

#teen wolf #imagine #preference #derek hale #ethan steiner #aiden steiner #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #mieczyslaw stilinski #allison argent

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sterek-ao3feed · 2 months ago

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There was another

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58743046

by Queen_Bee1

Stiles sighs as he spins his keys around his fingers, he shuffles with his bag as he searches for his phone… The teen sighed as he stopped in front of his jeeps door, sighing and pulling more angrily at the bag under his arm. Before stiles could realize or react the boy is slammed against the side of his door, head pinned sideways, claws pressing into his back… oh shit

Imagine the alpha pack is defeated and lost, image they were smart enough to keep one of their own away from the fighting as backup or someone they can trust. Imagine this alpha wanted revenge for his pack loosing, imagine stiles is who he goes after before his death.

Words: 1638, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles stalinski shapeshifter

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Jennifer Blake (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Aiden (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: sterek, Teen Wolf, Werewolf Derek Hale, Shapeshifter Stiles Stilinski

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58743046

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years ago

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Glow In The Dark

Gif credit @groovyzombiellama.

18+ Smutish

"Babe! You made it"! Aidens voice boomed over the music as he came jogging over to you. He was already painted with neon green paint and he had fake red teeth in. He was so adorable. Did I mention he was shirtless. Those tight muscles, those abs made your mouth water.

"Hey, honey". You spoke softly when Aiden wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and squeezing you tight.

"I'm glad you made it. This party is amazing". He laughed, fist pumping to the DJ.

"I'm glad you're having a great time". You giggled. This side of Aiden was rare. He was always angry but he was slowly coming out of his shell, with everyone. Not just you.

"Come on, let's get you painted". Aiden grabbed your hand and pulled you to the artist that was doing everyone's art work.

"No, Aiden. I can't". You pulled back your hand as you got up to the table.

"Why not"? He asked beginning to unbutton your button up shirt.

"I'm not exactly wearing a bra". You bit your lip, avoiding Aiden's eyes.

Aiden gasped with a giggle. "Really"? Aiden took a quick peek but couldn't tell right off hand since it was dark. "Can I see"?

You slapped his hands away with a chuckle. "No".

"Ahh, come on". He growled, folding his arms over his chest.

"No". You looked into his puppy dog eyes. That killed you every time he did them.

"But I got an idea. If you're up for it and you dont mind being taken away from the party".

"Let's go". Aiden took your hand and started off. You quickly grabbed a can of paint and hurried along with him.

You two found the pantry and went inside. Aiden closed the door and locked it.

"So, what's this bright idea of yours"? Aiden smirked, looking you up and down.

"I want you to paint me".

"Oh hell yeah". Aiden went to unbutton your shirt but you stopped him.

"Nuh uh, you have to do it in the dark. Only by touch". You smirked, pulling the string on the over head light.

The room was blacked out. "Oh and Aiden. You cant use your wolfy powers". You snickered when Aiden growled and his blue eyes faded away. "That's a good boy".

You started backing up to the table as you unbuttoned your shirt. Aiden held out his hands to feel for you, as he was walking he tripped over a box.

"Damn it. I cant see".

"Then follow the sound of my voice. Baby, come closer. I'm on the last button of my shirt. My nipples are so hard. They're in need of attention". You giggled when you saw bright blue eyes blinking in front of you. "That's not far".

Aiden with his glowing blue eyes, found the neon paint and stuck his fingers in it. A smirk formed on Aidens lips as he snaked a line of paint down the center of your breasts.

Your hands found his hair and tugged on it. Bringing his lips to yours and you kissed him roughly. His tongue dominated over yours as he entered your mouth.

Aiden circled your hard nipple with his wet fingers. He dipped his other hand into the paint and placed it firmly on your back deepening the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Aiden". You moaned his name as he released your lips and started sucking on your neck. His hand on your back slide to your front and cupped your breast. You ran your hand down his chest inching down to his pants.

A growl came from Aiden when you squeezed his growing hard on over his pants. "I'm about to burst". He moaned as you stroked him. He leaned down and took your right nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck". You moaned, dropping your head back.

Aiden and you were enjoying your own blackout party that the party right outside the door didn't matter until the door cracked open and Ethan stood there. Jaw dropped.

"Y'all are so gross". Ethan scrunched up his nose and slammed the door shut.

Aiden released your nipple with a laugh. You grabbed your shirt and quickly put it on.

"Where are you going"? Aiden groaned when you pushed him away.

"I'm not getting caught again. Thankfully that was your brother and not someone else". You found the door and opened it. But maybe having Ethan catch you was not a good thing. He told all your friends. They were standing at the door when you opened it

"Grow up". You scoffed. Aiden came up behind you.

"Hey, um, Aiden you have a little something". Stiles pointed to the neon circle around Aiden's mouth. Aiden growled, his eyes glowing red as he fiercely wiped his mouth.

"And you have something on your". Stiles motioned to your chest. Your shirt was half way unbuttoned. You covered and Stiles eyes went saucer size. "Oooooh".

"Shut it". Aiden pointed at Stiles, his claw coming out.

"Geez, I think he needs to go back into the pantry and stay there". Stiles laughed, along with everyone. You stood there embarrassed and hid your face in your hand.

This was never going to go away. Aiden and you got caught at the blackout party groping each other in the pantry.

#Aiden steiner fanfiction #aiden steiner imagine #aiden steiner x reader #aiden steiner smut #teen wolf smut #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf aiden steiner

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 3 years ago

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Misc. Teen Wolf Characters/Headcanons

🦋 you find out he's a werewolf 🦋 kind of couple you are 🦋

@5sospenguinqueen

🦋 birthday sex 🦋

@chillassimagines

🦋 isaac x reader x stiles 🦋 masterlist 🦋 theo x reader x brett 🦋 teen wolf masterlist 🦋

@smellslikemultifandomimagines

🦋 you have a panic attack 🦋 telling them you're pregnant 🦋

@samdeancass

🦋 he says I love you 🦋

@mona-stay

🦋 kinks 🦋

@flower-slut004

🦋 teen wolf masterlist 🦋

@florchuvila22

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kareniliana · 3 years ago

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Aiden: Wait, What?

I am actually really excited about this one. I love doing “episode” one-shots. Mainly because I have to watch said episode literally over and over again. and I’ve seen teen wolf literally like five times, all the way through.

I also really like this one because of the banshee power mirror thingy, you’ll know once you get there.

"When will you stop fooling around with dumb whores and get yourself a classic girl!?" Ethan said practically yelling at his idiot straight twin brother as they walked to class.

"Eth, look, I don't expect you of all people to understand that I am just having fun, okay?" Aiden said to his brother. "When I find a girl I really like and care for, then I will stop 'fooling around with dumb whore's.'" Aiden said, lying to his concerned brother.

They walked into their science class and found their seats near Scott and Stiles before the bell rung.

"Scott, do you approve of Aiden playing all of these girls? He just sleeps with them and doesn't pay any attention to them afterward." Ethan said knowing that his twin lied to him.

"Okay, dude, seriously?" Stiles said furrowing his eyebrows at the werewolf.

"Get yourself a good one or just stop messing with girls' minds," Scott said as the teacher walked in.

“Better yet, just stop sleeping around.” Stiles muttered knowing the werewolves around him would hear him.

After class Aiden walked towards his locker to get his textbooks for his next class when he saw you right next to his locker. He looks you up and down, not recognizing you.

"Hey. I'm Aiden." He greeted leaning on his locker as you opened yours and switch textbooks.

"Okay?" You asked with sass, knowing exactly who he was.

"This is normally the part where you tell me your name." He said grinning at you. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him with a kinda disgusted face.

"Yeah... I'll pass." You said closing and locking your locker. "Bye"

You scurried away to your next class, not being phased at all.

A week later, you woke up one day feeling a repeating bang all over your body. Shaking the feeling away you get up and get ready for school. Walking down the hall, towards your locker, you mentally prepared yourself for the flirting you know you’ll receive from Aiden. Rolling your eyes once you see him leaning on his locker.

"Oh hey there gorgeous mystery girl." He greeted with his million dollar smile that sweeps everyone off their feet, except for you. You’d been warned about his fleeting moments of feelings for almost every girl in the school, you weren’t about to be added to list of girls he’s ignored after fucking them.

"Aiden." You greeted and tried to walk around him. But every time you tried, Aiden got in the way.

"Seriously?" You asked on the edge of annoyed.

"Why isn't anything working on you?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, he’s tried everyday to get you to fall for his charm, but you resisted every time.

"Maybe you're not my type."

"Wait, what? I'm everyone's type." At that you scoffed, it’s like the reincarnate Jackson Whitmore.

"Not mine." You said smirking at his confused face. "You want to know why, don't you?"

"Yeah, very." He said walking with you to your lockers.

"Have fun trying to guess." You turned walking away, laughing at how you have him on his toes.

Later that day you found yourself laughing and hanging out with Ethan, Aiden's twin gay brother, which you liked more at the moment. Well, you liked him more all the times. He did save your life after all.

"Y/N, you have him stepping on eggshells when he sees you. How?" He says laughing.

"It's funny to see him so... flustered. I just deny him, just say no. I don’t want to be another girl on his list." You chuckled. "So, can I ask, how did it go with Scott?"

"He didn't want our protection. But he got it either way. " Ethan said, "These black shadows came and wanted to see if Scott and Kira were themselves. Someone is possessed by some void Japanese demon supposedly."

"There is a void Japanese demon? Here? In Beacon Hills?" You asked astonished at the fact there was a Japanese supernatural myth here, in the states- let alone here in Beacon Hills.

"Beacon Hills' population is at least 95% supernatural." He said laughing. You sighed bringing the conversation back to him.

"Back on topic, you don't really protect, you kill first and protect later." You said referencing how Ethan found you in the first place.

"You were half dead when I found you. If it wasn't for my 'protecting' you would be officially dead." Ethan said laughing. “Y’know I’m surprised Aiden is still trying with you. Usually he gives up after three days and moves on to the next unsuspecting girl.”

As you two were talking in the hallway, Aiden noticed you and began to make his way to you, but stoped once he sees you are talking to his twin brother. And you're actually having a conversation, laughing and smiling not smirking and teasing or right out denying his comments and jokes. He shakes his unbelievable thoughts about you two out from his head and walked out of the building.

"Did I just see your brother leave?" You said furrowing your eyebrows, your eyes following Aiden's retrieving body out the school.

"Yeah. I'm going to go see what the matter is." He says.

"Class is going to start soon. Maybe he just needs some air." You said realizing the time.

Later that day, after school hours, you headed to the art room to work on a certain assignment that you’ve been purposely avoiding. Your teacher asked for you to turn in an art piece that represents the lowest low of your life, considering the lowest low was when you were attacked and left for dead. It was hard to channel that into artwork that isn’t too much for high school.

You walked past the music room and see Aiden, modeling for Lydia Martin. He turned his head instantly towards your direction, smelling your perfume in the air. You didn’t stop to look in, just wanting to get to the art room, hoping he didn't hear you or see you. But you knew that plan failed when the door opened behind you, revealing Aiden.

"Hey you." He said walking towards you.

You cleared your throat, not in the mood for your usual back and forth, "Hey, what's up?"

"Can I talk to you?" He asked, almost surprised you responded without the usual snark or teasing.

"I don't see why not." You said grabbing all the materials you need and facing your unfinished canvas.

"How did you and my brother become friends?" He asked randomly.

Deciding to answer honestly, you took in a deep breath.

"From what I remember, it was my birthday. My friends thought it would be fun to get fake i.d.s and go to a club. I was drinking. A lot. I met a guy. I didn't feel good. So we went outside. I was so drunk I couldn't stand straight.”

You ignore the returning feeling of fear as you spoke, “I walked into an alley in case I threw up but he held me up against the wall. He started kissing my neck. I kicked him to try and get away but he attacked me. I fell, hitting my head on the brick wall.” Taking in another deep breath, your eyes never leaving your canvas. “Your brother was walking down the street when he saw what was happening. He killed him. Your brother didn't know what to do with me. I mean, I was 'half dead' as to what your brother says. So he took as much as he could and bit me." You spoke as you were drawing a dark portrait of a wailing woman.

You looked up to see Aiden closer to you, sitting on a stool, actually listening and understanding you.

"What happened afterwards?" He whispered, barely audible.

"I healed, became a banshee, and followed your brother here. I have an aunt here, she gladly took me in." You said searching his eyes for anything to indicate whether he was surprised or whatever.

"You're Y/n?" He asked reaching out to place a comforting hand on yours, flinching at the action.

"How?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

“For months after we joined the Alpha pack he kept having mysterious calls to and from you. He didn't know I listened to his end of the call a couple times." He explained. "Wait, but how hasn't any of my flirting gotten to you?"

"Because Ethan warned me about you and-" You stopped talking the second you started hearing the spirits whispering. Your usual pent up emotions for the werewolf in front of you, slowly dissipated. Turning to worry for a certain brown haired, brown eyed human. Making you certain that you were channeling someone else.

"And what?" Aiden asked. "What's wrong?"

He asked worriedly because you weren't responding, you were frozen in your spot. Listening intently to the whisper.

Come find me

"Stiles" Was all you said before running to Lydia who was listening to the same whisper.

"We need to find Stiles," You said to a scared looking Lydia.

Lydia, Aiden and yourself drove to the house belonging to the Stilinski’s and walked straight to his bedroom, instinct completely taking over. It took a while for you to take the scene in. All the red string pinned onto different things, all of the rope tied to a pair of scissors that were prodded in the middle of his bed. The strings forming a spider web like figure. Moments later Isaac and Scott stormed into the room.

They all talk about how they ended up in his bedroom. You didn't listen to the rest of the group talk as you were busy reading the articles and looking at the pictures.

It was like he was an unsolved case.

"Y/N may be onto something." Isaac's voice drew you out of your haze, you looked at everyone who was looking back at you.

"Sorry, did you say something?" You asked innocently, taking a step away from the bed.

"No, you did. You said that Stiles thinks he himself is like an unsolved case" Scott said to you with furrowed eyebrows. "Wait, how do you know Stiles?" He asked to you.

"I don't. He just told me to find him." Your said looking to everyone. “He said, come find me.”

"Who did?" Lydia asked.

"Stiles did." You answered her. "Oh, did I mention I'm a banshee."

You smiled sheepishly as everyone's facial expression changed expect for Aiden's.

Eventually, Lydia convinced Scott to tell Sheriff Stilinski about his missing kid. Scott, Isaac and yourself go to the station to tell him all about what's going on.

"Y/N you sure you don't want to stay here with Lydia. Maybe your banshee powers can be useful together. You know like Ethan and I used to be." Aiden said holding onto your elbow, Scott, and Isaac waiting for you at the door.

"Aiden, stay with Lydia. I'll be fine. Plus I have been doing this for as long as you have been an alpha. I can protect myself. I've learned a thing or two along the way. I just- I have to find him." You said reassuring him that you will be fine. You walk out and got into your car with Isaac joining you instead of riding behind Scott.

When you arrived at the station Scott pulled you aside.

"Are you 100% sure you can protect yourself?" He asked already worrying about you.

"Scott, how long have you been a werewolf?" You sighed

"Almost three years, why?"

"I've been a banshee for about 5. I've learned how to manipulate my scream to become violent. I can protect myself. Not that I don’t appreciate you looking out for me, my sole priority right now, is to find Stiles." You said assuring him and Isaac that you are completely and utterly fine.

After you explained everything to Stilinski. He tried to maintain his calm but everyone knows he is scared for his only child. He begins barking orders to two deputies, Parrish and Cardova, which indeed helps him focus. Scott, Isaac and yourself are standing by watching it all go down. He then orders an APB on a blue 1980 CJ5 Jeep and demands a list of all the industrial basements and sub-levels of any building Stiles might have access to while he is sleepwalking.

The deputies left with their tasks in mind. The sheriff pulled us aside and asked: "Is there anything I cannot tell my deputies about my son's disappearance?"

"Other than the fact that I knew he was missing, nope. nothing." You spoke not really realizing that the sheriff doesn't even know who you are.

"Y/N Y/L/N, I'm a banshee as well as Lydia." You introduce yourself, holding a hand out for him to shake. He hesitantly shakes it, but appreciated that you were there.

"I called Derek and Allison for help. If that helps" Scotts says.

The door opens and deputy Parrish walks in

"We got it, sir, we got the Jeep," Parrish says. The boys go to the hospital while you stay behind. Saying you have an immense feeling telling you, you need to stay at the station.

Moments later a man walks in with his arm in a sling. You were sitting next to Parrish, listening to everything and anything except for the man and Parrish until Parrish tells him that he isn't the top priority. Knowing who was a top priority, you looked at the man.

"Agent Rafe McCall. Alcoholic because of the killings from his job. Melissa McCall threw him out of the house when Scott McCall fell down the stairs. He's back working a case on Sheriff Noah Stilinski. Oni stabbed through his shoulder." You heard being whispered into your ear.

"I take it these suspects behind me are the ones that stabbed you in the shoulder?" You said earning a chuckle from Parrish.

"Y/N, this is Agent-"

"Agent Rafe McCall, a recovering alcoholic. Who was thrown out the house by your ex-wife, and now you’re back to collect evidence on Sheriff Stilinski's incompetence to do his job. Just recently you were stabbed in the shoulder." You recited to Agent McCall and Parrish.

"How do you know any of that?"

"Let’s just say friend of a friend." You said giving him a smug look. He raised his eyebrows at you but turn away to his office. You got the urgent rush to follow him, so you did, getting up and following him to his office.

"I feel like you can help me find Stiles." You said closing the door to his office. He gave you a questioning look.

"How did you know all of that stuff about me? Like really know?" He asked again.

"I'm close with Scott and Melissa." You half lied. You and Scott weren't close, you barely knew him. But Melissa McCall and you were friends. She looked out for you because she knew you have an interest in nursing. God forbid you become a nurse in Beacon Hills Hospital.

"Okay. Fine. I'll help you but I don't know how." He said.

"You're an FBI agent. Don't start acting dumb now." You scoffed and sat down on a chair ready to go over the events of the night.

"Okay. Let's go over the transcript between Scott and Stiles, that’s a good start." He suggested before going on the desktop to bring it up.

"I'm going to text mama McCall real quick." You said sending a quick text message to the mother informing her of Stiles.

Later in the night Melissa finally shows up at the station ready to help in any way, shape or form. Mellissa and Rafe were talk about the past when you started to not listen to them but listen to the whispers.

"Not in Eichen"

"Stiles isn't at the Eichen house. He wasn't awake when he called Scott. Mel, he's still asleep. Like what you said about how when you were drunk and stuff. Stiles is still asleep." You raised your voice, interrupting the divorcees.

"Wait, what?" Melissa said, confused.

"Yeah no that makes sense." Rare agreed and then you all bolted to his vehicle to go and try and find him.

"Malia"

You heard being whispered into your ear. But what were they trying to say? That he was with Malia? Or at her house? Because she's at Eichen house and he isn't there. What else wou- her coyote cave.

"I think I know where to go." You said and directed them in the direction of the cave.

Next thing you know Melissa is pulling him into her arms as he was awakening. You grabbed his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. You whispered to him to calm down, he’s safe and sound. Melissa was there to help calm him down. Once he was settled, you suggested they should take him to the hospital.

The feeling of worry and dread for the distressed boy, slowly dissipated and your own emotions came flooding back. Once you got to the hospital you see Aiden and Derek talking, Aidens back to you.

"You think Stiles, skinny, defenseless, Stiles is the Nogitsune, a powerful dark spirit?" Derek asked Aiden.

"Wait, what?" You asked, getting the werewolves attention.

"I overheard Stiles and Scott talking. Stiles is responsible for the message one the black board to William Borrow about Kira." Aiden explained to you, placing a comforting hand on the small of the back. You leaned into his touch. Finally giving up fighting it, fighting him. When you realized you were channeling Lydia and your emotions hit you like a truck, you couldn't deny it any longer. You like Aiden.

"No." You said in disbelief, looking up at Aiden. Fear in your eyes, as clear as day.

Clunk, clunk!

You heard the loud noise over and over.

"Do you hear something?" Aiden asked, genuinely concerned for you.

"Yeah, but I don't know what it is, yet." You said barely above a whisper. Derek had a questioning expression not knowing who or what you were.

"Y/N Y/L/N, banshee." You introduced yourself to Derek, much like you did to the Sheriff, holding your hand out for him to shake.

"Derek Hale, werewolf." He said with a tone of voice that you knew he didn't know how to respond, sliding his hand into yours.

You opened your mouth to say something but- Clunk, clunk!- the sound got even louder. Starting to feel like you still channeling Lydia, but somehow still feeling your own. It was like you were reaching out to Lydia but keeping a hold of yourself. One foot in, and one foot out.

"I need to see Stiles." Was all you said before leaving to his room. You heard Aiden run after you, this way you won't be alone.

"Wait, Y/N!" Aiden stopped you from running inside the room.

"What?! What Aiden?! What is so much more important than a Japanese supernatural demon possessing Stiles?! Huh?!" You were frustrated and squinting due to the bright light. Since you've moved to Beacon hills, every nerve in your body is telling you to help Scott. Help Ethan. Help Stiles. Help Lydia. But you do not want to hurt someone with the power that both you and Lydia hold. You can control it in waves. Not altogether.

"Do you have feelings for Stiles?" He asked with a cocked head.

"Wait, what?" You asked, astonished he asked you that. You guys barely talk and he is asking you if you have feelings for someone who you haven't even spoken two words to.

"What?"

"What I'm feeling is not from me. It's from Lydia. This entire time, I have been channeling Lydia. She and Stiles have this bond, but she doesn’t trust her gift as much as she thinks she does. So she gets things wrong. When I heard Stiles last night, it was because Lydia reached out for me and I have been channeling her ever since. So excuse me if my focus is on Stiles." You raged. It angered you. You felt these things that you never felt before. You've never felt this gut wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach along with the desire to just grab his face and kiss it.

"Wait, so let's say you're feeling this urgency to help Stiles, Scott, Parrish, Stilinski- the whole pack because Lydia feels that way. And let's say the roles are reversed. Whatever and whoever you care about, she would be feeling it too?" He asked, you can see his wheels begin to turn.

"Yes. That is what is happening. I channel her, which means she channels me. And we basically just switched our feelings. But I think, I’m starting to get the hang of it." You agreed with him.

"Y/N, Lydia didn't let me out of her sight until you found Stiles. She needed me. And she doesn't know of the situation. She was confused about her feelings." He said with a bright smile.

"Aiden..."

"You like me!" He said pointing his finger at you.

"Yeah, and? I already knew that." You admitted because you were shaking with fear that something was going happening to Stiles.

"Stop channeling Lydia. For one second and think of your feelings. Specifically for me. Because I need to tell you, the feeling is mutual." He said with a smile. You grabbed a hold of his hands, so that what you say next will seep into his thick brain.

"Aiden, I know the feeling is mutual. Okay? I realized after I found Stiles and stopped feeling only her emotions that I like you. I care for you Aiden. Right now, it’s like I have one foot in my emotions and the other in Lydias. Can we please talk about this after we confirm that Stiles is either the host or not the host of a 1,000 year old demon?" You asked looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Plus, we probably wouldn't even wor-" you were interrupted by Aiden kissing you. You melted in his arms, kissing him back. The kiss was so passionate and longing. You knew he wanted to kiss you for a while now, but not like this.

"Wow." Was all you said when you pulled away.

"You talk too much, and don't ever let me say a word." He joked, pulling you into a bear hug.

"Something is seriously wrong with this town." You said pulling out of the hug, with a smile plastered on your face.

"I knew I was gonna get you eventually." Aiden joked again, nodding his head behind you. You noticed Scott and Melissa in the hallway just outside Stiles room.

“What’s the news?” You rushed to the McCalls, Scott looked like he was about to lose his brother.

“They’re going to run some tests, check on his health.” Scott sniffles, trying to keep back his tears.

“I’ll let you know if anyone says anything from the other side.” You reassured the teen, Melissa gave you a short nod as she pulled you in for a small hug.

“Go home, get some rest, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” She rubbed your back, before pulling away and turning to her distressed son.

“Come on, Derek will drive us to your car.” Aiden wrapped an arm around you and guided you out to Dereks car.

The feeling of dread following your every step, but the further Aiden took you away, the less you felt it. Only feeling content in Aidens arms, who felt you slowly lean into his embrace. He smiled, placing a loving kiss on the crown of your head.

He found the girl.

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