#teen wolf x tvd

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 25

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what if I do."

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

"I find it hard to believe"

"Why is that?"

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

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

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

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

"What the hell?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

"What are you wearing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Scott..."

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

"Where did you get that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine. You're right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Allison, I can explain."

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

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

"Was to protect me."

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love those brown eyes..."

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

"I did what I was told to do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, damn!"

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

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

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

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can- "

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

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

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

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

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count your blessings not your flaws

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

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

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

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

Chapters: 1/1  

Word Count: 3,490

Part 2 of Series (ongoing)

Summary:

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

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

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HALLOWEEN BOTS ´ཀ`

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

　

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ hallows eve ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ kai parker ␥ inside phone calls ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ klaus mikaelson ␥ perversion 99 ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ halloween cooking mess ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ elijah mikaelson ␥ corpse bride ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ mx sinister ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ dean winchester ␥ teenage neceophillian love ノ

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

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

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

𓉸 　 　 　╰ ﹒ tom hanniger ␥ from your windowsill ノ

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

𓉸 　 　 　　 　╰ ﹒ stiles stilinski ␥ claws and fangs ノ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

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

WARNINGS: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stayed silent, my satisfied smile spoke for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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“I don’t know what it was.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Once a month?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I smelt it… Wolf.

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I was right.

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

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

~

I stayed up the whole night thinking.

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

Then Scott.

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

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

“You really wanna know?”

Uh oh.

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

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

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

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

I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.

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

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

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

“Thanks, Ser-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

“I came in late,” I brushed it off.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Lycaon’

‘Wolfsbane’

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

And then, finally, the word ‘WEREWOLF.’

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock.

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

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

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

“Get in here!” I beckoned.

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

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

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

“Websites, books, all of it!”

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

“Unimportant.”

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

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

Scott looked clueless.

“The wolf– the bite in the woods!”

Still nothing.

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

“Should I?”

It was a rhetorical question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What!” Stiles added.

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

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

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

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

“You’re cursed, Scott.”

That somehow hurt even worse.

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

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

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

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

“Bloodlust?” his repetition was incredulous.

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

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

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

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

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

The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.

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

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

Until Scott.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

“I gotta get ready for that party.”

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STILES…

Stiles

SCOTT

MISSING

CAN’T FIND HIM

GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

“Damon?”

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

“Sera? Hey, what’s up?”

Where do I start?

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

It was a long conversation.

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My smile widened. It had become a given.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It left me with a glimmer of hope.

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

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

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

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

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[linawritesficsies]

s.s. | gentle distraction

a/n: watching tvd for the umpteenth time makes me more obsessed with stefan so here's another one shot. it's also inspired in one of my fav stydia (teen wolf) scenes.

warnings: inappropriate language, mentions and/or descriptions of blood, injuries, death, anxiety, panic attack. some details may not be 100% accurate. english is not my first language. not my gif!

stefan salvatore x afab!reader.

summary: you are attacked by the katherine pierce and your worries and fears manifest in the way of a panic attack, but stefan comforts you in a very unexpected yet unique way.

🚫do NOT copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

You got up startled and breathed heavily. Your eyes took some seconds to adjust to the lack of light in your room. Well, to be more precise, the room you had been occupying at the Salvatores’ Boarding House for a couple of weeks now. You took a glance at the clock on the nightstand: 3 A.M. Cursing to yourself, you laid down on the bed again. You hadn’t had any decent amount of sleep since the Masquerade Ball; the night you’d thought it was just about going out with your friends, but it ended up being a truly near-death experience. And obviously, your brain chose the quiet and lonely nights to make you revive all those memories.

Caroline, your closest friend, has tirelessly begged you and your group of friends to go to the Masquerade Ball at the Lockwood’s Mansion. She had recently begun dating Tyler so she wanted to make a good impression on his parents by taking all of you to the charity event that they were organizing together with the Founder's Council.

“Say again, please, how could I, that I’m not part of the Founding Families, help you look good in front of your boyfriend’s parents?”, I questioned her while we got our coffee cups from the counter at this new small shop that opened near our school.

“Well, Tyler, Stefan, Damon, and Elena have to go due to the obvious reason, Bonnie has accepted and Matt can’t make it due to his work shift. I don’t want you to feel left out”, she casually replied before giving her coffee a sip. “Besides, the more people I bring, the better the Lockwoods will look in front of other powerful families thanks to me!”

I’ve never understood how Caroline math works.

“Care, don’t worry about me. No offense taken. I have no problem with staying at home, eating pizza, watching a mov..” My speech slowed down as she frowned at me. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Y/N, you know I don’t take a ‘no’ for an answer. Come on! It will be so much fun!”

Little did she know…

You were on the dancefloor with your girl friends, Caroline, Bonnie and Elena, moving your bodies to the beat of this new party song. You were having a really good time. Of course, you’d never admit that to Vampire Barbie (as Damon often called her) because that will surely give her a free pass to drag you to any social event in Mystic Falls.

Speaking of Damon, he was at the Ball too. And so was Stefan. You’d spotted them leaning against a wall, drinking something and chatting among themselves. Your eyes rested on the youngest Salvatore for longer than you may have liked it, but you couldn’t find the strength or the willingness to look away. The black suit he was wearing made him look more handsome than he already was. You had a big crush on him since the day you met, but obviously you haven’t made any moves on him because of Elena. Now that they’ve broken up because she took a bigger interest in Damon, there might be some chance for you.

At some point his eyes found yours and he gave you a sweet smile. You gave him one of yours but then instantly looked away because you didn’t want him to know you were blushing. Probably he couldn’t tell because of the distance, but still. You excused yourself to your friends so you could go and talk to him. Any interaction with him would make coming to the Ball, wearing this long dress and these uncomfortable heels totally worth it.

Suddenly, while you were making your way towards Stefan, the power went off and silence took over the place for a couple of seconds. The people around you started to murmur, asking themselves what was going on. You tried focusing on what you managed to hear so you could find any of your friends and leave the mansion. A horrible sensation took over you.

As you were about to take your phone off your purse to turn on the flashlight, you felt a sharp pain throughout your abdomen and let out a muffled scream.

That’s when the lights were switched on again and you saw what it seemed like a butcher’s knife piercing your middle section. You heard several screams from the people around you and how they started running away. You were losing tons of blood but you couldn’t move due to the shock. You also saw the person who had stabbed you. Elena? No, that couldn’t be true. Physically, it was her; her exact same face. But the clothes were different and there was something in her eyes that wasn’t there before. Evilness.

“An early birthday present for you, Y/N. Enjoy”, she said grinning and then exited herself with supernatural speed.

What the fuck?

You couldn’t think about anything else as you felt all the energy being dragged out of your body and collapsed to the ground. Luckily, before your head hit the floor, somebody caught you in their arms.

“Y/N”, you heard Stefan’s desperate voice. He removed the knife and gave you his blood to heal you. You drank it but the injury was far deeper than what a little of vampire blood could cure, so you were struggling to keep yourself awake. It seems he could sense it as well so he grabbed your face and tried to make you focus on him. “No, no, don’t close your eyes. Look at me!” 

You gathered the almost non-existent strength you had to obey him but you could feel yourself blacking out.

“I can’t. Sorry, Stef…” that’s all you could manage to say and he shook his head.

“Y/N, look at me, don’t fall asleep”, he interrupted you but his voice appeared to be more distant; as if he was talking from the other side of a tunnel. Although your vision was blurry, you saw a second pair of hands pressing something on your abdomen. 

“Stefan, what do we do?” It was… Caroline? 

“We need to get her to the hospital. We’re losing her.”

And then, pitch darkness.

You woke up at the hospital the following day. There was a bandage wrapped all around your abdomen and your mind was foggy. Flashes of the previous night events came and went. Caroline and Stefan knocked on the room door shortly after to see how you were doing. They gave you a ‘Get better soon’ card signed by everyone, including Damon. You could picture him doing it against his will with his typical frown on his face.

“Soooo, are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

“Y/N”, Stefan started talking. “Why don’t we wait until you feel better to give you the details?”

“But, I’m already doing better. Look, I’m not bleeding”, you lifted the sheets that were covering your body to show him your clean bandage. “And I’m also fully awake”, this time you raised your eyebrows.

He squinted his eyes, not fully believing the attitude you were giving him, especially while still lying on a hospital bed. You were spending a lot of time with Damon lately.

“Ok”, Caroline continued. “The one who tried to kill you was Katherine Pierce, Elena’s doppelgänger." You looked at her nodding, as if you understood that word. You had some googling to do as soon as you got home. “And you almost did, your heart stopped for some seconds but the paramedics brought you back with CPR.”

“Why would she do that?”

“We aren’t sure yet”, it was Stefan’s turn. “The strongest theory is that you were used as a distraction. Damon saw Katherine take something from the Lockwood’s mansion and ran away. We need to go back and check what’s missing.”

“That bitch. I’m gonna…”, you started getting up from the bed but Stefan quickly stopped you.

“You are not going to do anything other than recovering. Let us deal with Katherine. We’ll make her pay for this.”

After being discharged from the hospital, Stefan suggested you go live with him and Damon since being alone in your apartment wasn’t a good idea. This way, they could keep an eye on you in case Katherine or any of her minions made an appearance.

However, regardless of who is there to protect you, the atmosphere of paranoia and uncertainty, combined with your insomnia have led you to a dark place. You were so trapped in your own rthoughts that you didn’t realize that you sat up on the bed again and started crying loudly, therefore waking up Stefan.

“Hey, Y/N”, you jumped a little due to his sudden voice. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, sitting on your bed and then cupping one of your cheeks with his hand. 

“Everything”, you chuckled despite the tears.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch…”, you interrupted him. You were growing tired.

“I’m sorry, Stefan, it’s not that I doubt any of you, but Katherine… she is really smart. She has fooled us once and she can totally do it again… I’m…", you tried swallowing the lump in your throat. "I’m afraid to close my eyes and sleep because that way I won’t be aware of her coming in here and finishing me off.”

Stefan could actually see all these negative thoughts come in and out of your head. Your brain was like an engine. And your eyes looked like waterfalls due to your unstoppable tears.

“Or what if…", you continued. "What if I turn into a vampire?”, your breath became unsteadier ; you were panting, “What if I’m already turning into a vampire? You and Caroline… the other day… said I died but then came back. I had your blood in my system when that happened, right?” You were talking so fast that Stefan didn’t even have time to cut you off. “I don’t know, maybe someone secretly gave me human blood while I was sleeping at the hospital so I didn’t notice the transition. I can’t do this, I can’t. I…”, you took your hands to your chest as you felt the beginning of a heart attack.

“Y/N, please. Look at me", he cupped both of your cheeks with his firm hands and looked deeply into your eyes. "I need you to breathe with me. Focus on my voice”, he started inhaling and exhaling for you to copy him but it was a failing attempt. You were not paying any attention to him. Your panic attack was at its worst.

“I’m going to die”, you blurted out, with a trembling voice. You repeated that sentence over and over and over.

Stefan knew you suffered from anxiety but he didn’t imagine you (or has never seen you) like this. He mentally cursed himself for not previously asking you what to do in these situations. He tried the breathing exercise once again but it still didn’t work. He tried mentioning people and things you loved, happy things, so you'd rather focus on them, but it was also a dead end. You were absolutely trapped in your overwhelming suffering. He grew more desperate. Then, a quick memory flashed through his brain. He once read in a book that holding one’s breath may stop a panic attack. He didn’t think that covering your mouth and nose with his hand would work, so he crashed his lips onto yours. He didn’t know how you would react, but it was better than doing nothing.

Your eyes opened widely but then closed again. You were too shocked to do anything else, but still managed to enjoy the kiss. Slowly but surely, the storm inside of you died down. He was the one who pulled back after some seconds. You stayed frozen in your place, with a confused expression.

You wanted to ask him what that was for, but the words got stuck on your throat. Stefan seemed to read your mind.

“I once read somewhere that holding your breath could stop a panic attack”, he gave you a concerned but loving look. “And when I kissed you, you stopped breathing”. You stared deeply at him after his explanation.

“Did I?”, you added with a shaky and sore voice.

“You did”, he smiled softly, also lowkey shocked about how much he liked to kiss you.

You thanked him with a sincere whisper. You didn’t want to move yet, in case of breaking the spell. Of this being a dream and waking up during the best part. Your heart was still racing but now for a different reason. The good kind of racing. He also stayed there close to you. 

He continued to ask you if you were feeling better; you nodded in response. Your cheeks flushed. He started getting up from your bed to give you some space but you didn’t want that. You wanted to be as close as possible.

“Stefan, wait… Can you stay with me, please?, you pouted. Your voice came off soft and innocent. “Until I fall asleep, at least”.

“Yeah, sure. For as long as you need.”

You smiled while you moved a bit to make room for him on your bed. He laid down, resting his back on the wooden bedpost and opened his arms, inviting you to snuggle on his chest. Once you did, he wrapped his arms around your back. Your legs were also tangled with his. The sound of his heartbeat worked as a lullaby, relaxing every muscle on your exhausted body. You felt the tension and fear melt away. Your now steady breath mixed with Stefan’s. 

“Thank you for staying”, you told him, your voice was barely audible.

“Always”, he murmured while one of his hands played with your hair and the other one stroked your back gently. You could get used to this. A faint smile curved your lips as you thought to yourself: Bring it on, Katherine. I’m not afraid of you anymore. Well, you were a little bit. But with Stefan’s comforting presence, you felt you could overcome whatever evil plan she had for you.

Your eyelids started to feel really heavy with the weight of last weeks' worries. You were slowly drifting closer and closer to sleep. The last thing you recall is Stefan placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Rest well now, Y/N. I won't let anyone or anything hurt you again. I promise”, he whispered although he was pretty sure you couldn’t hear him due to your finally peaceful slumber.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 23

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It's been decided that you and stiles would definitely would be spending eternity in the ever-burning fiery pits of hell and its wasn't that the two of you been such angel before but what the two of you been doing definitely put the nail on the coffin.

But you doubt Satan would allow the two you anywhere near his humble home.

"So, maybe they all had something to do with the fire..." stiles mumble you bite your nails lost in thoughts beside him. stiles turn to his dad "Another shot?"

Mr. Stilinski shake his head his face flustered due to the alcohol "No, no, no. No more." His speech gets slurred.

"Dad, come on! You work really hard, all right? You deserve it."

"Oh, my God... I'm gonna have such a hangover..."

"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep!" stiles excitedly said with grin on his face Mr. Stilienski nod agree clumsily

"And we are gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell..." he mumbles as he pours the drink making you frown.

"We?" you lean sideways narrowing your eyes at stiles. Stiles finishes pouring the drink and hands to his father he leans towards you.

"Oh, if I'm going, I'm dragging you with me." He wraps his arms around you.

"Stiles, there's just so many questions..."

"Like what?"

"Like, if Derek wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire, then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it. Why make it look like some kind of animal did it?" you go over the reports as stiles and his dad speaks on the midway your phone vibrates talking it out you see scott name lit up the screen.

"When that cougar ended up in the parking lot, I checked with animal control-- you know the instances of wild animal reports were up seventy percent over the past few months? It's like they're going crazy, running out of the woods... I don't know..." you point at your phone at stiles the nodes letting you stand up and move away to take the call.

"Or something's scaring them out..." stiles said he watches you talk in the phone his eyes narrowing as he you pace back and forth talking in hushed tone to scott.

"You know, I miss talking to you... It's like we never have time—" stiles head snap towards his dad his words died on his togue, behind him your pacing had also as you also caught the words.

stiles dad laughs in drunken haze slurring he adds "I do... I miss it... and I miss your mom..."

"What'd you say?" stiles voice came out shaky his brown orbs glistening lightly

"Thanks." His dad said closing his eyes he lay his head on the table as he falls asleep blissfully unaware of everything that goes around him.

You squeeze stiles shoulder before walking towards the couche you take the blanket that laying on it and carefully wrap it around stiles dad. "It been hell of day."

You take stiles key looping around point finger stiles watches you with curious eyes "Wanna crash Scott's mom's date."

Stiles sad eyes turn into judgmental he sighs your name "I get that we are single but we shouldn't stomp on that level that's even low for us."

You roll your eyes "what if the date in question is Peter Hale." Stiles jump out of his seat he dashes towards you taking the key from you.

"I'll drive faster."

The two of you sit in stiles jeep waiting for Peter and Melissa car to come into vision, you lean back on your seat turning your head you glance at stiles "We are not repeating what we did back there."

Stiles look away from the road to you "It not like, I wanted to do that we need information." He glances away from you "beside I know you don't want to use your power to read his mind either. I won't ask you to do that."

"I know you won't." you smile lightly but the smile fade as soon it came "besides I already know what happened at the fire."

"You do!" stiles exclaimed "did you find that out earlier?."

You sit unbothered at the loudness of his voice "the fire is caused by the Argents derek is right about expect the part where he accused Chris, its kate argent she was the cause of all the fire she hired the people. Chris argent has no clue about this either that much clear from our last conversation. I thought I was maybe going crazy when I started see the visions of the Hale house fire but after seeing the records and files it all turned out it's the truth and something tells me kate argent is worse than peter." You shake your head at your own words.

Stiles slumps against his seat huffing "You know what is crazy, I don't have my Halloween costume planned. Let's do that together after this and you will go with me to the party."

You look away from stiles finding your nails more interesting stiles narrow his eyes at you before whining out loud "Don't tell me you're going with someone else."

"I gone with you last time besides, Its Danny." You yell back "that if Issac didn't show up."

"The former swim coach's Kid?" you nod "When did you had time to ask him?"

"I had time." you shrug

"What is your costume?"

"Red riding hood but sexy something Danny give it to me." You answered before letting out a laugh "isn't that ironic."

Stiles doesn't laugh looking at him you see he is already looking at you with face that had mixture of betrayal and offended look on his face "You been hanging out with danny too much, don't forget that you're my best friend. And there is no way in hell I'm losing that my title to guy who doesn't even find me attractive. You're on thin ice."

You broke into full blown laugh as stiles fret over calming down you take hold of stiles hand "You idiot, you are my best friend and it always will be the three of us, now stop it lets focus on our mission."

"I'll be watching you." he does motion of the words with serious look on his face, his lips curled up lightly.

The car coming up into halt "Guess the wolf is here." You glance at the car "Now how do we exactly do this." Your thought come halt when you hear stiles loud thought echoing on your head as he was trying to do that. "No. Oh God are we really gonna do that?"

Stiles grins at you wildly nodding at you "buckle up buttercup."

You groan in pulling the seatbelt over you "Don't ever call me that." Stiles wrap starts engine his one hand holding on to the wheel lightly his other hold on your shoulder across your chest you hands fist around stiles chest, weirdly excited and terrified at the same time, a green glow starts around the both of you and stiles, its forms a shield around the two of you relaxing you both bit with the hold on each other tightly as ever stiles nod at you before pressing down the accelerator going straight for the car that parked on your front.

"STILES!" Melissa yells disbelief frowning even more when he sees you step out the jeep with stiles

Stiles and you innocently look wide eyes "Mrs. McCall?"

"Yes!" Melissa glare at the two of you and stiles looks around his jeep assessing the damage, peter stands behind her with amused look on his face as the two of you play out your little skit.

"Wow, this is-this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" you chime in

Melissa looks like she would kill you both on the spot fuming she sarcastically says "Ha. Ha."

Peter glance around muttering "Nicely done, Scott." You lip curls up lightly as you caught his whisper.

"I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere—" stiles wave his hands pointing at the cars but gets cut off

"Came out of nowhere??? We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!"

"Yeah, on middle of the road." You pipe up but one glare from melissa you shut your lips letting stiles deal with the rest.

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know? Do like, an accident report thing?" he nudges you, taking out your phone you start to dial the number peter quickly strides towards you taking the phone from your hands

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter gives you faux smile you narrow your eyes at him stiles lean towards you making you stumble a bit he pulls you away from peter smoothly

"I think I'm feeling a little whiplash, I don't think wear seat belts either ..." stiles turn you towards him pulling three fingers in front of your eyes "How many finger am I holding?"

Melissa incredulously turns to stiles "Whiplash??? You hit us!"

"I don't know... There's something definitely wrong with my neck..." stiles care his neck scoffing melissa glance at the two you head to toe behind her angered eyes you can the worry peaking through.

"I know you're there, Scott, and I'm impressed. It's too bad most teenagers aren't that smart. It's like that one on the lacrosse team-- Jackson. Thinks he knows all about us. You know how they say "Knowledge is power?" Not in his case." Peter mutter again.

"You think we don't know that." Peter hears your voice in his head making him turns to you, "they are co-captain you know. don't worry peter."

Peter grin at you "Aww my dear nephew might get sad that you are refusing to associate with him."

"Let him."

Out of nowhere you feel an awful sensation crawl into your skin, lost in thought you tug stiles making him turns to you "Scott...?" stiles brow furrowed seeing you hazed gaze "We need to go."

Stiles nod quickly the two you fumble around Melissa muttering apologies hastily get into stiles jeep peter watch as the two of you speed away though the two of you were successful on your little mission it somehow helped peter to know more about the three of your dynamics and your ability.

You and stiles navigate through the woods in the night searching for scott "Maybe nothing is wrong, you know."

"But he isn't answering his phone."

"There might be a prefect reason for that, a reason that include that he might not be in any danger."

"I don't know, something doesn't feel right."

"Derek is a bad influence; you weren't pessimist before." Stiles muttered thinking back about the time derek got shot it making him feel more headache.

"What if I'm right."

"Then I'll let you say told you so. But do we really have to be out alone in the woods now."

Stiles eyes observe the woods anxiously after Scott got bite by peter, he wasn't really keen on being out in the woods and no one can blame for that.

"You used love adventures."

Stiles huffs "Not when, now this becomes hotspot for blood thirsty creatures." Stiles cursed silently when you pick up your pace almost leaving him behind making him whine and speed up his own pace.

your feet seem to have its on mind, something in you urging you to walk the direction with no logic. When you stop stiles also stands beside the two you glance ahead and sees someone dragging scott who is limp on the ground.

Out of instincts red glow form on your palm, the vibrant glow shift of atmosphere captures the attention of the person dragging Scott, making him stand straight.

"Mr. Deaton?!"

Deaton shows no fear seeing the two of you, he smiles "glad you both are here, Scott need it." Stiles looks suspicious of him glancing down at unconscious scott with worried eyes.

"Yeah, how can be sure that you didn't do anything to him?" stiles torn between wanting run towards scott to help him but also in fear Deaton might turn into werewolf and bite his head off.

Deaton understanding Stile's reasoning put his hands on air with open arm "I can assure you; I am on scott's side."

The glow dies down on your palm, you pat stiles on his chest "He's telling the truth." You then hurried towards scott; stiles follow right after you.

Crouching down on scott's side, your hands curled around his shirt at the sight of crimson on his side and the smell of iron hung in the air. "The argents shot him; he can't heal on his own not until we help." Deaton says stiles gulp.

"I can heal him.!" you say out loud getting ready to heal him like you did with the Winchester brothers.

Deaton shake his head crouching down bedside you "before that we get the bullet out, I can help him. you two need to trust me on this alright.?" His seriousness and sincerity evident in his voice.

You give him a firm nod stiles exhale before agreeing the Deaton and stiles take scott carrying him to his car, after putting scott on Deaton backseat you jump in the passenger seat while stiles follow in his jeep.

Deaton starts to treat scoot as soon he was laid on the examination table, he pulls out the bullet out from his side scott grunt during the procedure he had come in and out of his senses. After taking out the bullet from Scott the wound fully he loses his consciousness.

"The poison in the bullet is slowing down the healing process." Deaton says as few more blood drops on the table beside him.

"But he will be alright, right?" stiles ask beside you with a pale face.

You carefully look at the wound, leaning towards the table Deaton step aside as you do, bringing your hands towards the wound, the green glow pour out of your palm towards the wound the blood travel back and small open wound starts to get closed stiles and Deaton watches with wide eyes as the skin green glow penetrate and heal the inside before the wound gets closed off.

Scotts scrunched up face gets relaxed before he peacefully sleeps. You let stiles go saying you would stay with scott just to be sure he made you promise that you would call him if anything happened.

"You haven't slept last night is there a reason for that.?" Deaton asks handing you a cup of coffee he had seen you trying not to fall asleep when he had come to check on scott few times.

You take the cup with eagerness taking few sips and hum when warm liquid heats your body like a warm blanket on cold rainy day.

"I find it hard to sleep these days."

Deaton walks towards the table scott laying smiling "You should take of that." He looks down at scott "Welcome to the land of the conscious. You doing, okay?" scott squints his eyes at him in confusion

You stand up quickly smiling at scott "Hey" scott muttered your name coming out the daze slowly just then the bell on the front door jiggle alerting some entering.

"Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Deaton glance at the door before pushing scott down the table gently he cast you glance before leaving.

Scott and you look at each other confusion listen in on the conversation that going on the outside.

"Hello?

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Yours and scott eyes widen hearing peter's voice outside. Scott stands up taking hold of your wrist he walks backwards towards the door.

Deaton eyes suspiciously narrow at that "I'm not sure I remember you dropping off..."

"This one wandered in on its own."

"Even if he did, I'm afraid we can't help you. We're closed."

"Well, I think you can make an exception this one time, don't you?" the menacing tone doesn't seem to falter Deaton, you lip curls downward one hand still gripping the warm cup

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours?"

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it."

"Like I said-- we're closed." Deaton firmly states the two of you jump at sound something crashing you try to walk out but scott pull you back.

"Scott, I'll be okey. You need to go home."

Scott shakes his head "are you out of your mind!?" he hisses you squeeze his shoulder eyes locking with certainty.

"Nothing going to happen to me, trust me on this." you gently tug your wrist from his hands, scott worriedly watches as you walk out the door peter goes quite as you come out. You turn to Deaton "Thank you for the coffee. Again" You turn to peter with sigh carefully walk through the broken furniture "Let's take a walk. Shall we?"

Scott sit on the floor worried about what will happens, though he trust you and your judgment it doesn't sit well with that you're just going on stroll with his alpha as peter put it, and he's sure that he's going to get an earful from stiles for letting you leave with peter.

Peter grin at you gesturing you walk out the door first. The two of you walks few moments in silence.

"You know I kind of get whole revenge plot going on here and you did what you think right in your eyes. Garrison Myers who was the insurance investigator who ruled out fire as accidental, Reddick and Unger. The guy in the store who else.?"

Peter nod along "You're forgetting your history teacher Harris and kate argent is my next victims."

"My bad next time I'll wrote it down." You take sip of your coffee.

"I could have killed that pesky teacher but dear nephew had to play hero."

You stop on your track turning to peter "See that's what I don't get it, why is he going along with your plan. He was asshole before now he's an A grade asshole. He saved someone who was cause of the fire and spared Kate Argent but all of sudden he all buddy buddy with you who killed his sister"

Peter let out chuckle looking down at you "I didn't know why I did that; I wasn't control of myself. I never mend to harm my niece. You're forgetting he's supernatural creature, a blood thirsty one at that. And we are family after all."

"I don't trust a single word you said, you're going to get yourself killed along with derek." You state you expected peter to lash at you at your words but it doesn't if anything its just seemed boost his ego more the grin on his lips clears for that.

Peter leans in towards you his eyes flash red though the intimidation tactic doesn't seem to work as you stood your ground "Is that worry for us I hear." He's eyes goes back to normal though the craziness gleams in his eyes "Besides I already have back up plan. And I know for sure you won't let derek die either."

"that's awfully bold of you, killing Kate argent only put you the on top of their hunting list."

Peter shrugs his shoulders thinking for a moment "Maybe but I will have my revenge." "If we were to switch place you would be doing the same."

"I highly doubt that I would turn into psychotic blood thirsty killer."

Peter laughs out loud irritating you further "Oh something tells me that you would be, might be far worse than me. You said it yourself you understand my motivation."

You cross your arm across your chest peter grin widen at your defensive stance "Understanding and taking action is different thing."

"I beg to differ, If I were to turn melissa last night you would have." Your eyes turn to burning glare hands clenching the cup in death grip peter grin widen his eyes crinkling with excitement "Oh better yet if I silt the throat of your friend stiles, isn't it?" your eyes flash red unknowingly making peter smug smile widen at his achievement as your lips curling into a snarl as if you're going to cuss him out but a voice interpret the two of you.

"Well, if it isn't magic fingers." Your eyes turn normal a sigh escaping your lips hearing the voice.

You turn to the side; the source of the voice stands with a smug waving his fingers "Demon why are you not in hell."

"Satan and me are buddies he given me a pass." Damon waltz towards the two of you peter eyes scan the new addition damon does the same with peter. "And who might you be?"

"Peter hale. And you're?"

"Damon Salvatore."

You roll your eyes "Great two psychotic maniac."

Peter and damon glance at you with confusion before looking at each other Peter picks up the absence of heart beat.

Your phone vibrates taking out you see grams name on the screen "You know you two should test which one of you're the apex predator" turning away from them you answer the call.

Damon and Peter glance at each other before flashing their eyes at each other. 

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

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one confession from nothing to hide

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

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

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

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

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

Chapter Count: 3/3

Word Count: 10,061

Part 1 of Series (ongoing)

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvelsgirl616]

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Damon // the vampire diaries season 1 ep. 2

Derek // teen wolf season 1 ep. 2

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Dylan O'Brien and Kat Graham

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