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hey people x
i got an anon request for an eminem / marshall mathers oneshot recently and it was gonna be out this weekend !
but all of a sudden iâm really sick so itâll probs be a few days late đ but hereâs a summary anyways
summary: y/n had been incredibly involved in the lead up to her brotherâs wedding to none other than eminemâs daughter. but while sulking that her little brotherâs gotten settled down before she has, she meets none other than the father of the bride. she soon sees that heâs a lot more friendly than he seemed⊠and around her he was a lot less cool and collected. now it was the fiancĂ©s mission to set them up.
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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.
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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 nightâs target of finding the body, or at least just Scottâs inhaler - collateral damage.
I easily spotted Stilesâ Jeep, skipping over to hop in after watching Stiles kick Scott into the backseat.
âMan, thatâs so unfair! Why does she always get to ride shotgun?â 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, âBecause itâs her seat.â
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.
âWhatâs in the bag?â he pointed to my heavy-looking, extremely full bag.
âDinner,â I wanted to say. But I didnât. âOh, just homework,â
Then Stiles looked over too, âGod, your teachers must hate you.â
~
âI donât know what it was.â
Me and Stiles wanted to go over Scottâs sudden, unnatural aptitude for lacrosse.
âItâs like⊠I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.â It seemed as if it didnât make sense to him either.
âAnd thatâs not the only weird thingâŠâ his tone almost sounded worried, meanwhile Stiles was just intrigued. âI can hear stuff I shouldnât be able to hear⊠smell things.â
âSmell things? Like what,â 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, thatâs what Iâd go with.
Scott sniffed the air, âLike the mint mojito gum in Stilesâ pocket.â
Stiles scoffed, reaching down to prove him wrong, âI donât have any mint mo-â and there it was. The half-wrapped stick of gum lay on his palm.
âEw,â I muttered, trying to divert my feeling of unease.
âIâm scared that Iâve got some kind of infection from the bite or something,â Scott rambled like he was scared he was dying, although he seemed far from it, âlike, what if my body is just flooding itself with adrenaline before I go into shock!â
Noticing the smirk grow on Stilesâ face as I waited for his witty remark.
âYou know what, I actually think Iâve heard of this,â he stated as if he was suddenly a biology expert. Scott looked over with hope.
âItâs a specific type of infection,â his hand on his hips as he stopped in his tracks, feigning seriousness.
âAre you serious?â Scott questioned, knowing it was probably one of his jokes, but he was too desperate to care.
âYeah,â Stiles nodded and I rolled my eyes, obliging him since I was curious about where this was going. âItâs called⊠lycanthropy,â he stated solemnly.
I fought the urge to sigh, or even laugh, but I waited for Scottâs reaction first. Seems like we were on the same wavelength here⊠except my concerns were a little more real.
âWhatâs that?â Scott asked, his tone building in worry, âIs that bad?â
âOh yeah,â Stiles agreed quickly, shaking his head, âthe worst.â
Scott got just a little more pale as Stiles carried on. âBut, only once a month.â
âOnce a month?â
âMhm,â I stepped in, donning the same earnest expression as the boy to my left, âon the night of the full moon.â I felt Stilesâ 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 Scottâs unimpressed look, him moving forward to push us.
âNot funny, guys, there could be something seriously wrong with me!â Scott stomped on the dry leaves and we continued walking.
âI know! Youâre a werewolf!â Stiles put his hands up and growled like a monster.
Again, Scottâs only reply was a glare. âOkay, obviously Iâm kidding.â
âIâm not,â I mumbled softly toward the ground, but they both turned around and questioned if I said something.
âWhat?â
âNothing,â I looked up and shook my head innocently.
âLook,â Stiles always tried to lighten the mood, âjust saying, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver itâs âcause Fridayâs a full moon,â he ran with the joke, reaching back to tap me on the arm to ask if I heard that one. I didnât 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. âI- I couldâve sworn this was it.â he squatted down to examine what wasnât there further. âI saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler.â He started to root around in the leaves, retracing his steps.
âThe killer mightâve moved the body?â I speculated, because he was right, it was gone, I couldnât even smell blood anymore.
âWell if he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like 80 bucks,â he grumbled saltily.
Over the noise of our banter I mustâve 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.
âWhat are you doing here?â his voice boomed as he approached, clearly scaring the two boys on my either side as I heard their heart rates pick up and Stilesâ hands fidgeted frantically.
We obviously didnât answer quickly enough because he spoke again, âHuh?â
I waited for Scott or Stiles to reply first, but they were frozen, I sighed.
âThis is private property,â 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. âOh! Weâre sorry, we had no idea. We were just looking for something my friend lost,â my wide eyes sparkled, but he didnât 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 Scottâs 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. âWell, he was creepy,â
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. âDude!â he took a step closer so he could talk quietly, âThat was Derek Hale! You remember right? Heâs only like a few years older than us.â
âHis family all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago,â he continued, but I wasnât listening. I checked out the moment he said âDerek Hale.â
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 didnât exactly know how âdifferentâ 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 thatâs 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.
âNow listen, McCall. Youâre gonna tell me exactly what it is and who youâre getting it from because there is no way youâre out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.â
I stopped my stroll around the halls at the sound of a familiar voice from around the corner.
âOh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids?â
Then Scott.
I poked my head out around the corner - Jackson had definitely noticed something was up and Scott wasnât doing a very good job at keeping it a secret. This wasnât good.
Crash. âWhatâs going on with you McCall!â
âYou really wanna know?â
Uh oh.
âWell so would I! I can see hear and smell things that I shouldnât be able to see hear and smell! And I-â
âWoah woah woah,â I ran over, replacing Jacksonâs hand on Scottâs 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, âYou need your little friend to come rescue you?â
I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.
âGoodbye, Jackson,â I gave him a fake smile and waited for him to leave.
When he kept his eyes on us as he walked away. âIâm onto McCall. Iâm gonna find out what it is youâre taking and I donât care how long it takes.â
Once he had turned the corner I focused my attention back on Scott.
âThanks, Ser-â
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. âWhat were you thinking!â
âWhat do you mean!â he was incredibly confused.
I sighed, realising he doesnât know whatâs going on at all, so I let go. âYou canât just go around telling Jackson Whittemore this stuff! I know youâre scared but he is the last person you should trust.â
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.
âListen,â Scott started as he stepped back towards the door of the locker room, âIâll see you later at the game.â
âThe game? I thought Stiles told you-â but he left before I could finish my sentence.
~
âStiles!â 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, âSera! I havenât seen you all day,â he stood up quickly and put his hands on my shoulders to make sure I was really there.
âI came in late,â I brushed it off.
âHave you talked to Scott?â
His head shook vigorously, âHe wouldnât listen. Iâm waiting for him to come out so I can try again.â
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.
âScott!â Stiles shouted, his voice breaking as he practically bashed the helmet out of his hands.
âLook! Iâm playing the first elimination guys, can it wait?â Scott threw his hands up in annoyance, completely ignoring our desperation.
âMan, just listen!â I put my hands on Scott to physically bring his attention to us.
Stiles spoke and he spoke fast. âI 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!â
But Scott was already leaving. We chased after him, no longer bothering to keep our voices hushed.
âWait! Just hold on!â I reached to grab his sleeve but he was too far, âYouâre not gonna believe what the animal was!â Still, he didnât 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, âIt was a wolf.â
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 wouldnât 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?
~
âSo⊠what exactly are we looking for again?â 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. âSomething⊠Anything!â His hands continued their frenzied typing, the clicking of the keys becoming a soothing background noise.
This was more or less me and Stilesâ typical Wednesday night - him doing whatever at his desk and me simply just being there so I didnât get too bored sitting at home alone. To be fair, we usually didnât 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 hadnât directly discussed our thoughts or theories, we didnât really have to. But my anxiety was starting to escalate. âOkay, Stiles!â I speak louder - I had been saying things here or there but heâd been too in his own world to hear.
Finally, he spun his chair around and looked at me with wired eyes, âHm?â
âWhat are we doing? What are we thinking?â 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. âWe are thinking⊠There is something seriously up with Scott, and dare I say it- something not even human,â a sigh left his lips that he had bitten to pieces. The way he said âweâ instead of âIâm thinkingâ was almost a plea for agreement, to tell him heâs not going crazy here, and if he was, at least Iâd be crazy with him.
I nodded. âYeahâŠâ it was hard for me to know how much I should or shouldnât 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.
âCome, look at this,â 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.
âLycaonâ
âWolfsbaneâ
A bunch of gory, ancient images littered the screen as he pointed out key phrases from each website.
And then, finally, the word âWEREWOLF.â
He mustâve noticed my wide-eyed muteness as he prompted a response out of me.
âWell?â he waited. âListen, I- I know it sounds crazy, I know that. But⊠tell me this doesnât make perfect sense?â
âYouâre right,â I admitted candidly. He was.
âLook Iâve texted Scott⊠I figured heâs the one with all this he should be here to hear it.â
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 Stilesâ 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.
âGet in here!â I beckoned.
Thatâs 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.
âIâve been reading,â he spoke at the speed of light as I took a seat next to Scott.
âFor hours,â my hint of sarcasm didnât seem to be appreciated, so I let him continue.
âWebsites, books, all of it!â
Scott chuckled, âHow much Adderal have you had today?â
âUnimportant.â
I turned to whisper one last thing before I shut up, âA lot.â
âRemember the joke from the other dayâŠ? Not a joke anymore.â
Scott looked clueless.
âThe wolfâ the bite in the woods!â
Still nothing.
Stiles shot up out of his seat. âDo you even know why a wolf howls?â His hands were flailing about like they always did; sometimes I genuinely thought he moved faster than me, and I have super speed!
âShould I?â
It was a rhetorical question.
âTo signal its location to the rest of a pack! So if you heard a wolf howling that means there couldâve been others nearby, maybe even a whole pack of âem!â
The poor guy had not taken a break since 3 oâclock. I got up and stood at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder for him to take a breath, âShh.â
âA whole pack of wolves?â Scott asked, now intrigued.
âNoâŠâ Stiles had finally calmed down a tad, âwerewolves.â
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, âMan, are you seriously wasting my time?â
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 Scottâs to stop him from leaving. âLook dude, I saw you on the field today, Scott. What you did today wasnât just incredible⊠It was impossible.â My eyes softened, trying to reason with him.
He was about to retort when Stiles jumped back in, âPeople canât just do that overnight! You flipped over 3 guys, Scott,â Stiles almost laughed, âSince when have you been able to do that, huh? I mean- your speed, your reflexes! And thereâs the vision and the senses,â he listed everything off on his fingers.
âAnd donât think I didnât notice you donât need your inhaler anymore!â
âOkay, dude! I canât think about this now, weâll talk tomorrow.â 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. âTomorrow?â
âWhat!â Stiles added.
âNo!â our pleas ping-ponged back and forth rhythmically as we begged for him to just listen. âThe full moonâs tonight! Donât you get it?â
âWhat are you guys trying to do!â Scott pushed back, but there was nothing in our eyes other than concern for him⊠and Allison.
âEverything in my life is somehow perfect, for once! Why are you trying to ruin it?â
I could physically feel the shift in the air as Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, taking in a lungful of air. âWeâre trying to help,â his sincerity was like a pang to the heart.
âYouâre cursed, Scott.â
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 didnât 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 wasnât about me. âScott, heâs right,â my face turned just as solemn.
âYouâre not only about the risk of you physically changing⊠itâs also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.â
Ah, my old friend. I was one to talk.
âBloodlust?â his repetition was incredulous.
âYour-â I cleared my throat and tried again. âYour urge to kill.â
Scott practically seethed as his eyes flicked between us, âIâm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Sera.â
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, ââThe change can be triggered by anger or anything that raises your pulse,ââ he snapped the book closed and I half-flinched.
âAlright? I havenât seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date.â
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 Scottâs phone to do it himself. âScrew it, Iâm doing it myself.â
The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.
Scottâs voice shouted louder than Iâd 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 friendâs 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 Scottâs now heaving figure away from a shellshocked Stiles. No one spoke.
Until Scott.
âIâm sorry.â
He didnât sound sorry.
âI gotta get ready for that party.â
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 Lydiaâs 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 friendsâ 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 âbumped into me,â a typical cocky grin on his lips. âSorry, babe.â
It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.
âCome here, Iâll get you a drink to make up for it.â
Gross. Stiles noticed the interaction and audibly scoffed, but I ignored him.
âEw?â I said simply in the guyâs 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.
âHey,â my demeanour screamed boredom and he mustâve noticed. âYou go have fun. We can find Scott later, weâve got plenty of time.â
My eyes lit up. âThank God.â âUgh, youâre the best, Sti,â I grabbed his hand with both of mine and walked away, dropping it when out of reach. âLove you, man!â 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. Theyâre 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 youâre dead doesnât 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 didnât 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.
STILESâŠ
Stiles
SCOTT
MISSING
CANâT FIND HIM
GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME
âShit!â I cursed under my breath, causing the guy I was with to give a dumb âhuh?â 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 Scottâs 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.
âListen,â he stayed calm in an effort to soothe my nerves, âheâll be back soon. I can take you home and Iâll come back to wait for him, I know you haven't been sleeping well.â
I spun on my heel to look him in the eyes, sincere enough to make my hand drop-down. âItâs fine you donât-â
âCome on,â he stood up, not letting me finish and I didnât 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.
âOkayâŠâ I admitted defeat, a once-in-a-lifetime thing to hear from me. Stiles even raised his eyebrows in shock that he didnât have to do any more convincing.
âThanks,â 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 Stilesâ 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 ânot wanting my brother to see me sneak back in.â
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 couldnât 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.
âDamon?â
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.
âSera? Hey, whatâs up?â
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 wasnât much entertainment. I was still half asleep, leaning my head against the window while I yawned.
âYou needed that sleep, huh?â 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, âShut up.â
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.
âNuh-uh,â he shook his head, hands still gripping the wheel, âyou know the drill, climb through,â 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 âI told you soâ 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, âYou know what worries me the most?â
Stiles craned his neck back to see his friend curled up against the metal frame, his face unmoving as he was still angry. âIf you say Allison Iâm gonna punch you in the head.â
âShe probably hates me now,â he whined, not listening.
âI doubt that,â I interjected, âBut you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology.â
âOr you could tell her the truth,â Stiles shrugged as we both cast looks at him to tell him that was stupid. âAnd revel in the fact that youâre a freaking werewolf!â
âBut really, weâll get through this,â he continued, not only looking to Scott but to both of us. âIf we have to weâll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.â
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 couldnât 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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1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 1 )
FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story
summary: after a late night trip to the woods, scott obtains a strange animal bite that heals within a day. sera struggles with the fact that her best friend might be a werewolf, while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.
WARNINGS: none
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January 2nd, 2011
It was the night before the first day back at school after winter break, which had been incredibly slow.
Considering what I heard about what was going on back home, I did not want to risk a trip to see my brothers - lord knows what I would be roped into. I was enjoying my unproblematic, stress-free, normal life. Nothing could take that from me.
And at least I had Stiles.
Yes, Scott was my best friend too, but Stiles was like a brother to me. And his dad was the closest thing Iâve ever had to a father, even when mine was alive.
So naturally, I spent a lot of time at their place. Including Christmas, which was just the three of us - we ate, played games, watched movies. Nothing too special, yet it was nice, peaceful.
But I lived alone.
For legal reasons, everyone (including Stiles and Scott) was under the assumption that I lived with my older brother, Damon, and that my twin brother Stefan was off at some camp. But in reality, it was just me and my apartment. But I didnât mind that much, I liked my own company.
Tonight was one of those nights. I sat on my bed, alone, reading some book I didnât care all that much about while sipping on a glass of bourbon Damon had gifted me. Thatâs when my phone lit up with an urgent flurry of texts.
Stiles
SERA
COME OVER ASAP
BIG NEWS
I put down my book with a huff and picked up my cell, scanning over his words before typing back.
Sera
why?
whatâs up?
âBig newsâ to Stiles could mean anything. And right now, I wasnât exactly sure that whatever he was getting at was worth interrupting my simple night.
Stiles
I'll tell you when youâre here
Now come and weâll go get Scott
I turned off my phone and rubbed my face before shooting up and straightening myself out, throwing back the last sip of golden liquid in my glass and sighing as the warmth travelled down my throat.
As I made my way downstairs I remembered to take my time, since it would only take me a minute to run there and neither Stiles nor Scott knew I was a vampire. I had to make it look believable, so I took the time to fix my hair and waltz about before leaving the house.
About ten minutes after Stiles had texted I appeared outside his window, a spot I frequented so much you could almost see the wear on the roof tiles from where I so often waited for him to respond to my knows on the glass.
Soon enough, he did.
I watched him shoot up from his desk and shuffle over to the window where I was curled up with my hood over my head, shielding myself from the harsh winter winds.
âWait there, Iâm coming out,â he held out a finger to stop me from coming inside, going back across to the other side of his room, bending down to find his shoes.
The way I rolled my eyes was almost audible as I crossed my arms over my chest, âStiles,â I complained as he took his sweet time. âHurry up, itâs cold.â
My gaze followed him as he hurried to tie his laces, subsequently tripping over and just about catching himself as he hopped over to the window and looked me in the eyes before stepping outside.
âDid you just run here?â he observed, looking me up and down, noticing my shortness of breath and the fact that he could see no car or bike.
In fact, I was just playing into the role of âhuman girl having run half a mile,â but I was glad my efforts were convincing. Stiles knew I didnât drive, and I usually did just get everywhere on foot. But even when he dropped me home or picked me up I made sure he let me out just a bit down the road so he didnât see that my house had no car at all, let alone having no one else in it.
âYeah,â I shrugged before quickly changing the subject.
âSo whatâs going on? Is this actually serious or is it just another one of your little adventures youâre dragging me and Scott along for,â I teased with a slight laugh.
Stiles was notorious for his little late-night escapades, but even though I usually put up a bit of a fuss, I did typically enjoy them. If for nothing else but being there to make sure he or Scott didnât actually die.
He scrambled out of the window, pumped up on too much Adderall to focus on not falling off the roof, leading me to grab him by the sleeve of his flannel as if second nature and pull him back to safety.
He stared at me with those wide brown eyes and spoke again, âI promise you I have a good reason this time.â Too sincere to be a joke, but he still seemed thoroughly excited.
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Soon, we arrived at Scottâs house. We hopped out of Stilesâ prized Jeep and he started to dramatically tiptoe over to the side of the house like an old silent film, deciding to climb up the tree to get on the roof.
Meanwhile, I just stood there in the middle of the driveway, hands on my hips with my head cocked to the side, a breathy chuckle escaping my lips as I watched him clamber up the branches.
âStiles?â
âMhm,â he replied plainly, not taking his eyes off the tree.
âYou know Scottâs mom is out, right? Sheâs on the night shift?â my smile grew as I laughed at him, who had now made his way atop the house, finally glancing back to face me.
He failed his arms in annoyance upon seeing I didnât follow him, âYeah, but itâs more fun this way.â
I shook my head, walking up to the side of the house, alongside him just a few feet down.
Thatâs when I heard footsteps coming from inside the house. My ears perked and I listened closer; they were coming from Scottâs room, then down the stairs, then to the front doorâŠ
Instinctively I hid behind a bush to watch this play out, looking on in amusement as I had a view of both scenes. Scott was treading cautiously, holding a baseball bat as a defence - which was funny in itself considering we were in Beacon Hills, practically the safest, most uneventful place on Earth. Meanwhile, Stiles was crawling carefully on the roof, trying to be as quiet as possible before hooking his legs on the tiles and flinging himself down so his body appeared right in front of Scott like Spiderman.
Upon both of them seeing the other they started to scream back and forth, causing me to stumble out from behind the bushes and onto my knees, clutching my stomach - Iâd never seen a funnier sight.
Scott looked at me, then back at Stiles, lowering the bat. âStiles! Sera! What the hell are you two doing here?â he exclaimed angrily as I scrambled up to shush him.
âShut up! Youâre gonna wake the whole neighbourhood!â I ran up to Stilesâ side, my head next to his upside-down one.
âYeah!â Stiles agreed, all of us now speaking in exclamatory whispers. âAnd why do you have a bat?â
Scott stuttered, still shaken from the sudden rush, âI thought you were a predator!â
I giggled to myself as I watched them interact, Stiles proceeding to ramble on and move his arms in an expression of utter confusion, âA predator? Wh- What!â
âYou werenât answering your phone!â he continued as if that made the situation miraculously make sense.
âOkay, Stiles. Now that weâre with Scott could you please tell me what we are doing!â I joined in, flinging my hands up in the air before landing them back on my hips as I waited for his response.
Stiles turned his body to face mine, then turned back to Scott before explaining at his usual fast speed. âI saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called and they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.â
âFor what?â I interrupted his excited rambles. It was clear to anyone with any of the 5 senses that Stiles worshipped his dad and his job as Sheriff, so this sort of thing really got him ticking.
âTwo joggers found a body in the woods.â
Before we could ask any more questions he dropped down from his position to stand upright on the ground next to me.
Scottâs eyes widened, âA dead body?â he asked hesitantly.
Stiles scoffed and jumped up and over the fence onto the porch to be face-to-face with Scott, nudging me to do the same.
âNo, a body of water,â Stiles rolled his eyes sarcastically - a trait that not even an event like this could shake from him - âYes, dumbass! A dead body.â
âYou mean like- murdered?â Scott inquired further while I was in pure disbelief.
Stiles rested his hands on his hips and shook his head, âNobody knows yet.â
The words sent a chill down my spine.
âJust that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.â he recited whatever he overheard from his dad.
I finally spoke, confused about the logistics. âBut⊠if they already found the body then what are they looking for?â
âThatâs the best part,â Stiles pointed to me before practically jumping for joy - a strange reaction considering the topic at hand. âThey only found half.â His voice shifted to a significantly higher pitch and I noticed Scottâs face twist in curiosity, raising his eyebrows.
I chuckled dryly, clearly taken aback at how casually he had stated it. Itâs not like I was a stranger to death, not by any means, but here? That was something I had never expected. âHow is that the âbest partâ?â I retorted, but Stiles didnât respond, just looked at us both and nodded his head determinedly.
âWeâre going.â
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âIâm still not sure about this, guys,â I expressed my concern as we trudged through this secluded, dark part of the woods Stiles had driven us to, with one torch and nothing else.
âOh, donât be a sourpuss,â Stiles teased as he hung back to walk next to me, âyouâre the one always bitching about how nothing ever happens in this town.â He nudged me in my side as he briefly put a hand on the small of my back so that weâd continue moving.
âBitchingâ was admittedly somewhat accurate. But even though a part of me missed the eventfulness of my old lives, it didnât mean we werenât all better off without it!
âYeah, man,â Scott agreed with me, âI was tryna get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.â
ââCause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort,â I teased before going back on myself. âIâm sorry, stress really does make me a bitch.â
I drained out the sound of their lacrosse talk as they went ahead, distracted by the ever-so-faint smell of blood in the distance. Tuning back in instantly when I heard Scott bring up something else of importance.
âJust out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?â
âHuh,â Stiles shrugged, âDidnât think about that.â
The smell of blood hit me stronger and I unconsciously stopped in my tracks.
âSera? You good?â Scot turned back around.
âHm?â my eyes darted between them, I then snapped out of it and caught up, âOh yeah. Iâm good.â
A subject change was all I needed to distract from my weird behaviour, playing off Scottâs question. âAnd what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?â
Stiles chose ignorance. âAlso something I didnât think about.â
We approached a hill and Stiles started to scale it, leading me to throw my arms up in exasperation and whine, âEw, I donât wanna get all muddy!â
âWell youâre gonna have to, princess,â he teased, making it to the top, as I now followed, easily overtaking Scott who was leaning up against a tree, desperately sucking on his inhaler.
âMaybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight,â I heard him say, although it seemed to go ignored as we all made it to flat ground.
But then all of a sudden Stiles dropped to the ground, and when I didn't immediately do the same he reached up to grab me by the wrist, pulling me down with him, Scott copying on the other side of me.
âStiles-â my grievance was abruptly stopped by him putting a hand over my mouth.
âShh,â he hissed and pointed his torch to the lights in the distance. Police cars.
I mustâve missed them while trying to rid myself of dirt, only to now be covered by even more. They were talking about the investigation, repeating everything Stiles had told us earlier.
âThatâs my dad,â Stiles whispered.
Indeed it was, I recognised his voice.
But then he did the unexpected - which, when it came to Stiles Stilinski was rather expected - and legged it towards them, beckoning me and Scott to follow which we reluctantly did.
We must have been too caught up in following Stilesâ crazy idea to notice what was right in front of him. Sheriff Stilinski.
âStiles-â I choked out his name, only to be yanked behind a tree while Scott stood behind another.
Stiles turned around to shout at me for speaking, but when he turned back after not seeing me the police dog barked loudly, flashing his fangs and sending Stiles falling to the ground, scrambling to get back, looking straight up at his dad.
Me and Scott both held our breath - it was Stilesâ idea, we didnât need to be punished.
âHang on, hang on,â the Sheriff stopped the other officers approaching. âThis little delinquent belongs to me.â His tone was disappointed, not a rarity since Stiles did do stuff like this an awful lot.
My eyes closed as I listened to them talk, knowing it was only a matter of time before we were discovered too.
âWhere are your usual partners in crime, huh?â
There it was.
His tone was still gruff and I could practically sense the nervousness radiating 0ff Stiles as he contemplated whether to rat us out.
But he didnât, he never did.
âWhat? Sera and Scott? Pft-â he stuttered, trying to catch his breath after the scare. âTheyâre home. Probably fasttt asleep,â he goes on to tell probably the least convincing lie ever told, as if dragging out his syllables would make his statement more believable.
Bringing my hand up to my forehead I glanced over to Scott and shared a look, it was difficult for me not to laugh, however, Scott appeared genuinely worried as he was sabotaging his opportunity to make first-line tomorrow.
âItâs just meâŠâ Stiles carried on rambling, not helping our case at all, âIn the woods⊠alone.â
âFor fucks sake,â I sighed, raking my hand down my face.
I practically jumped out of my skin when I heard the Sheriffâs booming voice once again.
âSera! Scott! You out there?â His flashlight caught the hood of my jacket poking out from behind the tree. He took a step closer, tone even firmer, âSera!â
I went to walk out, but Scott eyeballed me in a way to tell me not to, but I knew that if I showed myself he wouldnât catch Scott. So I rounded the tree with my hands up in surrender, skipping over to Stilesâ side.
The Sheriff sighed. He walked up to us without a word, parting a gap between me and his son, and stood between us.
A hand reached up to the back of Stilesâ neck, grabbing it forcefully, âI am going to walk you back to your car and we are going to have a serious conversation about invasion of privacy,â he scolded.
I almost sighed in relief, but my hopes were in vain as he did the same to me - albeit a tad lighter, but still firmly. âAnd you, young lady,â he exhaled loudly, âwhat are we gonna do with you.â
He walked us back to his car like this, letting go of us to get in our usual spots to drive us back to the Jeep. The journey was incredibly silent. When Stiles got home he was surely in for the lecture of his life - I was just glad that this time it wouldnât include me.
Sheriff Stilinski saw me as a daughter the same way I saw him as a father, meaning he usually was not afraid to shout at me too, but he always saw me through a faint lens of pity around the holiday seasons - in ways, my solitude worked in my favour.
Soon, we had made it back to Stilesâ car and he was tasked with driving me home, straight home with no detours. Tension radiated off him the whole way back, partly due to the anticipation of being told off, and partly because we still hadnât found the body.
âI guess Scottâs gonna have to find his own way back,â I chuckled, slumping down in the passenger seat.
âHeâs a big boy, heâll make it,â Stiles assured before interrupting with one of his little quips, âthatâs if the killer doesnât catch him first,â he put on a scary voice and looked over to meet my unamused expression.
The only reason I agreed to this was to know Iâd be there to kill the thing out there before it killed us. But I guess weâd just have to find out what happened in the morning.
What a pleasant start to the term.
~
Waking up the next day was a panic.
Memories flashed back like freezeframes from last night and I worried for Scott since he hadnât answered his phone since.
My nerves were only settled once I arrived at school, seeing my two best friends on the sidewalk, looking as alive as the last we saw him.
I skipped over to them and turned Scott around, my hands on his shoulders, âThank god youâre alright,â I breathed a sigh of relief until he gave me a look that said otherwise, piquing Stilesâ interest now too.
âWell⊠about thatâŠâ He lifted up his shirt slightly to reveal a massive bandage on his torso, blood that had seeped through the white cotton staining the outside. âI got bit by something.â His comment was all too vague.
Stiles reached forward to touch it and Scott jumped back, âWoah,â he laughed at his enthusiasm.
âIt was too dark to see, but Iâm pretty sure it was a wolf.â
âA wolf?â No, surely not, it canât be. I had done thorough research before moving here to be sure that nothing like this would happen. During my research, I found that not only have there been no werewolves here for decades, but no wolves of any sort.
âNo, it wasnât,â I butted in abruptly as we walked to class.
Scott scoffed at my quick rebuttal, âI heard a wolf howling.â
After mimicking his noise, I spoke again, âNo, you didnât.â
âOh yeah?â he questioned, looking back at me, âHow do you know what I heard?â
âI donât. But I do know that there hasnât been wolves in California for like 60 years,â I elaborated, watching his eyebrow quirk in confusion.
Stiles interjected, running forward to walk backwards in front of us. âAnd how do you know that?â he challenged, almost tripping over a pebble.
I thought fast. âSchool project.â
We didnât all have the same classes, so it wasnât questioned. Luckily, Scott was quick to change the topic anyway.
âWell, if you donât believe me about the wolf then you guys are definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.â
Itâs as if he had just told Stiles he had won the lottery because his eyes lit up so bright and he jumped so high that birds thought he was one of their own, âAre you kidding me? That is freaking awesome!â
âI wish. Iâm gonna have nightmares for a month,â Scott chuckled.
I was too stunned to reply, so Stiles happily filled the silence.
âI mean- this is like the best thing to ever happen to this town sinceâŠâ That's when his attention was drawn elsewhere, it was when he practically started drooling that me and Scott knew it was the work of Lydia Martin.
âSince Lydia Martin,â he eyed her like a moth to a flame as she passed, âHey Lydia,â he greeted her with a slightly awkward wave, turning over his shoulder when she didnât give him so much as a glance. âYou look⊠like youâre gonna ignore me.â He admitted defeat, turning back to us.
His schoolboy crush always amused me and Scott.
I reached over, putting a hand on his shoulder, âYouâll get her next time, tiger.â
âYa think?â We continued walking and he didnât wait for a reply. âItâs your fault, you know?â he spun around and pointed at Scott. âDragging me down to your nerd depths. Iâm a nerd by association!â
âThat doesnât make sense. Because Seraâs cool and weâre both friends with Sera,â Scott pointed out, simultaneously disproving Stiles and admitting his own nerdiness.
I saw his words click with Stiles, making him ponder why he was perceived as nerdy rather than cool considering his social circumstances, I just laughed and went to take my seat.
Class was a bore, but then again, I had done this all before so it wasnât that mandatory for me to pay attention. Instead, my focus was drawn to the girl outside, sitting on the bench. I always felt a little guilty to eavesdrop, but itâs not like I could help it.
âMom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.â
âGreat. Iâve got everything except a pen.â
Poor girl. Today was exactly one year since I started here too, I knew the feeling.
My eyes followed the the man from the office who collected her and coincidentally her first period was with us.
âClass, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome,â the man said, gesturing for her to take a seat.
There was a free seat next to me, behind Scott, so I gave a friendly smile to tell her to come take it. But the second she sat down, Scott turned around with a pen in hand and passed it back to her.
At first, I thought nothing of it, but then it clicked. âHow did he know she needed a pen?â
I chose not to dwell on it.
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After class, I decided to befriend the new girl, I knew the new school stress well, so I waited by the lockers.
She came out of the classroom after speaking briefly to the teacher about catching up on reading material.
âHi,â I called her attention, âAllison, right?â I held out a hand.
She accepted, seeming a little nervous, but she responded with a friendly nod.
âSera,â I stated with a smile.
âThat jacket is absolutely killer,â outfit talk was always a good ice breaker. âWhereâd you get it?â
âOh! My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Fransisco,â her smile widened too.
My jaw dropped in typical teenage girl fashion, âYou are my new best friend.â
Lydia was summoned to us like a beacon. âI heard boutique,â she skipped over and pouted, âIâm Lydia,â instantly being swept up by her boyfriend. âHey Jackson,â she lilted before he gave her a kiss.
While they were distracted I turned to Allison and jokingly rolled my eyes at their PDA and she bit back a laugh.
âSomebody tell me how it was so easy for Sera to make friends with the new girl?â Scott sighed, slumping against his locker.
Stiles scoffed as if it was obvious. ââCause theyâre both hot?â His eyes flicked between Allison, Lydia who had joined them, and his best friend. Like Scott, he too was a tad jealous of her social skills.
âBeautiful people herd together,â he sighed, quickly tearing his eyes away to continue pestering Scott with everything he could about the body.
But he wasnât listening. Well, he was, but not to him. Somehow he was able to hear the new girl and Jacksonâs conversation as if he were standing right next to them.
Lacrosse talk bored me. And I could tell it bored Allison too, but she was trying to be polite. Just as I was about to save us with an excuse I noticed a very pensive Scott, his eyes directed at us. But the moment he saw me notice he turned away, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldnât. Strange.
Either way, the life-draining sports talk was cut short when Lydia hauled us to next period.
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After school, Stiles dragged me to watch lacrosse practice. This was how I spent most of my Tuesday afternoons, but this time I had company.
Lydia was almost always there to cheer for Jackson - which got very incessant very quickly. But Allison had asked me earlier âWho is that friend of yours?â (the friend being Scott), and it was now my mission to play matchmaker - maybe it would help distract from the wolf problem handing over my head.
Scott and Stiles waved me down when they got onto the field. I knew better than to question why so I put down my book, leaving my stuff with Allison as I trotted down the bleachers.
âWhatâs up?â I noticed Scottâs brimming smile, directly contrasting Stilesâ snarl.
Scott was practically buzzing, âIâm playing first line!â
I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth, âReally?â I was frankly quite surprised.
âSound a little more shocked will you,â he rolled his eyes sarcastically.
âThatâs not what I mean,â I laughed.
Okay, I did mean it a little, but good for him. âBut thatâs great! Congrats!â
âYeah. So great,â Stiles added bitterly with folded arms.
âAw, is someone jealous?â I mocked, pouting.
âNo,â he answered quickly. âItâs just that, if Scottâs on the field, who am I going to talk to on the bench!â
Me and Scott both laughed, Scott reaching over to pat him on the shoulder.
Then, before I left, I stepped over to Scott to whisper, âHey, I think someoneâs here to see you,â my smirk directed his attention to the girl on the bleachers who gave him a soft smile and his face lit up considerably.
Gross.
When Coach blew the whistle I went back to my seat, taking the opportunity to tease Allison for the pinkness of her cheeks after relaying Scottâs excitement.
While she was engaged in conversation with Lydia I turned back to my hardback - the novelty of lacrosse had worn off long ago. But my gaze was quickly snapped up to Scott where he stood - or rather sat - in the goal after being knocked over, wincing in sympathy.
Not the best start.
I was practically peeking through my fingers to watch the next player shoot. But to my surprise, and everyone else's, his defense was flawless.
And he did it again.
And again.
And again.
Cheers of awe erupted at his sudden talent. He kept it up for so long it almost felt too good⊠Considering he hadnât particularly been great at the game before, it was incredibly unusual, so much so that my jaw hung slack in the stands.
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FATAL ATTRACTION MASTERLIST
summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But itâs hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for goodâŠ
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PROLOGUE
1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 1 )
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DONâT NEED SAVING - a klaus mikaelson oneshot
summary: when klaus brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time they donât exactly welcome her with open arms. namely, rebekah. but as soon as she takes a dagger to her pride she gets ANGRY, and it makes klaus love her even more.
WARNINGS: swearing, depictions of anger / fighting, physical violence ( not domestic )
request: @ranisingsnew
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Klaus swore he would never let his power be dampened by something as frivolous as love - that heâd never be with a woman for more than a fling. He was too good for it. Too strong. Especially to fall for a human.
That was until he met Y/n.
One of his worldly escapades had led him to a place with architecture so beautiful, life so pure, and a certain spark so bold it could capture even him in its wonder.
All of this held his attention so tightly that he didn't even notice what was right in front of him until he hit it. Literally.
His typically sly, dark blue eyes seemed to flash a shade lighter for just a second when he looked up, growing wide at the sight before him. Something even more exquisite and awestriking than the scenery - something he never thought possible. Her.
She looked at him expectantly with an arched eyebrow as his brain practically short-circuited at the smell of the sweet blood beneath her veins.
âI-â he paused. âSorry, love. Forgive me, I was in my own world,â his stare piercing, gaining back his usual strength after that brief moment of weakness, his signature smirk at home on his lips.
But his face practically dropped in surprise as herâs stayed just as it was; unmoving, unyielding, unimpressed, with arms crossed over her chest as she eyed him up and down.
Klaus felt unusually insufficient under her cold gaze, one that could rival his. He took a step forward, shaking out his shoulders to regain the intimidating presence he was so known for, folding his arms back at her.
âYouâre not in a rush, are you?â
The look she gave was incredulous. âThat depends, why are you asking?â
This one was feisty, he liked that, he liked a challenge.
His tongue swiped over his teeth with a slight chuckle before speaking again, the lilt in his voice that he used to woo any woman when he wanted to watch them crumble. âIâm new in town, I was hoping you could show me around,â he moved closer, âIâd love to get to know⊠the place.â A ring-clad hand reached forward to brush a strand of hair from her face.
But she got there before he could.
Her silence was deafening as she mulled the offer over. It wasnât often that a woman could resist his charms for so long.
âIf youâre so desperate to be in my company then fine. You can tag along but Iâm not gonna be your little tour guide.â
The stark contrast between her sweet appearance and her fierce attitude was beyond alluring.
Klaus was willing to take anything he could get, feeling more like a lost puppy than he had in over 1000 years, and he was on her leash.
For days he managed to seek her out, every chance he got.
It was a means to an end, the usual end. At least, thatâs what he told himself
But the less she fell victim to his charms, the more he was weirdly captured by hers.
Compulsion didnât seem to work either - did she really make him so weak that he couldnât perform such a basic function?
Instead, when she got defensive to his advances, it was like she put a spell on him of her own. She wasnât a witch, but her mind games felt more powerful than any that he had met.
âWhat do you say we go and get a little drink, huh?â he leaned forward and looked into her eyes, waiting for her pupils to dilate so he could have her right where he wanted her.
âWhat are you doing?â
Klaus was abruptly taken aback, blinking rapidly as he let out a confused, breathy chuckle. âWhat do you mean? Iâm not doing anything, love,â his eyes never left hers.
âNo, that thing with your eyes,â she nodded, dead set on what she saw.
His only instinct was to try again, âYou didnât see anything.â
âThere!â she caught it once more, causing him to take a step back; it was safe to say he was completely and utterly perplexed.
âYou just did it again! What was that?â
Her eyes seemed to control him instead and he almost stuttered - he never stuttered.
This woman had him - the most powerful man on the planet - wrapped around her tiny little mortal finger.
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She and Klaus had been dating for a few months now. After weeks of his constant flowers, letters, paintings, and smooth talk she finally gave in. He couldnât help but think she only accepted his efforts because she had wanted a break from trying to resist them, and this is what she thought at first too; that sheâd let him win for a little while, maybe a couple of weeks, and then break it off.
But as the months passed, she too fell head over heels for him. Over this short time he had already revealed everything to her about his supernatural world, he trusted her with his life and knew that she wouldnât say a word. Klaus hadnât thought his attraction to her could get any stronger, but he was now the most whipped he had ever been. She was more than his usual affair or snack. She was his soulmate, he was sure of it.
But Klaus was a family man through and through, and he felt as if it was finally time for them to meet the love of his immortal life.
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âI will never let anything happen to you, you know that, right?â Klaus turned to look at his beautiful girlfriend who sat calmly in the passenger seat of his car - he seemed more nervous than she did.
I simply rolled my eyes and laughed, he was so protective it almost hurt. âI know, Nik. Youâve told me about a thousand times already.â
He just smiled. âI have. But I just wanted to warn you that theyâre not always the most friendly bunch - obviously that skipped me.â He tried to end on a quip to ease my mind, something he wouldnât have thought to do for anyone else.
His family had a very complicated history, and a lot of it revolved around him, so their feelings toward him fluctuated on the daily. It was a fact that he was the strongest; and even though he wasnât the oldest he was by far the boss of the Mikaelson group. So if any one of them put even one bad word on my name he was more than ready to tear them apart.
I had heard all about the family drama - Klaus was undoubtedly one to gossip - but I knew I could handle anything they threw at me on my own, even if it was from an original vampire.
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âWelcome to my humble abode,â Klaus turned the key to the ornate wooden doors, swinging them open with his usual dramatics as he took my hand and led me inside.
My jaw immediately dropped. âHumble,â definitely didnât do it justice.
I had expected it to be nice, but this house was beyond lavish, stunning, massive - not the dark cave many would expect from a bunch of ancient vampires.
Klaus had obviously noticed the look of awe sweep my face because he laughed, that low chuckle he always did that set my heart on fire.
Subtleties in his eyes told me that he was glad I liked it so much. I had heard from many that they found my boyfriend incredibly hard to read, which was actually quite a shock to me because I had pried open the windows to his soul the very moment I met him.
He never freed my hand from his he led us into the main room. âWhere are they?â he scanned the area and listened for footsteps upstairs since they did know we were coming.
âKol! Elijah! Rebekah! Come down!â he shouted throughout the grand house and made me giggle. He really was the leader of the family.
A variety of shouts called back before three figures sped down to the bottom floor.
Two men and one woman. One of the men wore more casual clothes, a jacket over a button-up shirt and some jeans - much like how Klaus typically dressed - while the other wore a full suit at 4 pm on a Tuesday. They both practically scowled at the sight of me, but the blonde girl was the worst. I couldnât tell if that was how her face fell or if she was purposefully staring daggers through me as if to telepathically wound me with her attitude - she looked like a blastâŠ
Klaus then stepped forward, bringing me with him, a happy grin on his face, âBrothers, Rebekah, this is my wonderful Y/n.â His hand gestured towards me with a softness none of them had seen before, not that they cared.
I noticed how they all seemed to size me up. They were silent, but their mannerisms spoke louder than their words ever couldâve. The vibe that was given off immediately was that I was being judged.
Nevertheless, I chose to be polite, to be the bigger person - youâd think for people who had been alive so long they wouldâve had the time to learn manners. âNice to meet you all,â I offered a warm smile that none of them returned. Tough crowd.
Soon, the awkward introductions were over and we all went to sit in the living room. As we walked over Klaus leaned in close to my ear and whispered, âTheyâre always a bit cranky around this time,â smirking as he knew that they were vampires and would most definitely hear him. I could not help but let out a small laugh.
Klaus, of course, made sure I sat as close to him as physically possible when we got to the couch, his arm around my shoulder as everyone else sat on the other chairs around the room.
The conversation started light; âWhat do you do for work,â âWhere are you from,â etc.
Meanwhile, the blonde who I now know to be Rebekah had not spoken a word, that was until she shouted out in the middle of my answer to one of Elijahâs questions.
âSo, what do you want with him?â she referred to her brother and I could practically feel him roll his eyes behind me.
âIs it his money? Or is it that you want to become like us?â she assumed, the thought making her laugh out loud.
I felt Klausâ hand tighten around mine and the way his chest rose when he took a deep breath in, âRebekah.â His tone was strict, warning.
âShh,â I ran my fingertips over his knuckles, quickly looking back to tell him it was okay before turning back to Rebekah.
âNeither, believe it or not,â my smile was sweet, but also slightly condescending. âIâm with him because we love each other, is that so hard to believe?â I made sure to keep my words friendly, even though I could not help the undertones of my annoyance at her insolence slip through.
âHm,â she hummed shortly, practically looking down her nose at me from across the room. âIt is, actually. Nik has never been one for love, right brothers?â she gestured to the two men for them to back her up, but it seemed like they knew to say nothing.
The scoff that left my lips was very much involuntary, but it seemed to add to her frustration which I admittedly took some pride in. âHm,â I mimicked her sound, âthatâs funny because he seems to love me an awful lot, at first I thought too much,â I giggled and the man in question did too, an effort to keep the tension light while subtly trying to keep her in her place. Which didnât work.
âInteresting,â she didnât sound like she cared in the slightest, giving up on making conversation with me and directing her next question to her brother. âIt just shocks me, Nik, that you would go for her when you could have any woman in the world. I never thought youâd choose such an⊠average human.â
Klaus was practically seething, the more she spoke the tenser he got and the closer he approached to his tipping point.
âI mean,â she continued, clearly incredibly amused at both of our reactions, âwhy donât you just dump her now and we could all just have a little snack? Thatâs what your plan is anyway, right? Dinnerâs on you tonight.â
My hand stayed firmly on his leg to stop him from getting up, telling him softly that it was okay and that I had got this - I didnât need saving, not from her.
âWhere did you even find this chick?â Rebekah let out a shrill laugh but was quickly taken aback when she saw someone stand up in anger.
And it wasnât Klaus.
It was an instinct to shoot up, and when Nik brought his hand to mine to get me to sit down I removed it and laughed back at her myself. âYou know, you have some serious audacity, Rebekah,â I spat out her name as everyone watched on in suspense, waiting for the incoming catfight.
Her jaw dropped in disbelief, a choked sound coming leaving her throat before she returned, âYou canât be serious.â
âOh,â I chuckled darkly, âIâm serious alright. You have no right to say anything about my relationship just because you obviously canât get someone of your own. Heâs your brother, youâre not his little lap dog. So hop off my dick little vamp girl and go find someone elseâs to ride.â
The longer I sat there and listened to her kick-off, the more strength bubbled up inside of me ready to burst. Now that it was out I felt even better, especially when I saw her expression; eyes wide, mouth open, too stunned to get out more than a few intelligible stutters. Shocked that some âaverage human girlâ could fire back so strongly.
Meanwhile, as I spoke Klaus was watching over, but the smirk on his face was nothing but a proud one. He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing at how amazing this was - she usually carried such a sweet disposition, but the fieriness he was seeing now was definitely something he could get used to. He had always been a sucker for confrontation and riling his family up, and the fact that she could add to that made him love her even more.
âYou little-â Rebekah spat furiously, slowly going to stand up herself.
I cut her off. âWhat? What else could you possibly have to say?â I looked at her expectantly, putting my hands on my hips, but she said nothing. âThatâs what I thought. Now I see why Nik put you in a box for a hundred years. Itâs been what? Fifteen minutes and youâve already questioned my love, my loyalty, and shouted out death threats. You may be immortal, Rebekah, but you need to learn that that doesnât make you a God.â
Every word I came back at her with only strengthened the grin on Klausâ face - he loved his siblings in his own way, but nothing made him happier than seeing his girl stand up for herself and put them in their place. A few times he had to stop himself from getting up and intervening, but he couldnât. He wouldâve stepped in if he could tell this was taking a toll, but deep down he had always known that I was just like him, we were both just having too much fun.
Rebekah looked utterly defeated, clearly not used to having someone push back at her snarky comments so this was seemingly long overdue. So much so that I even earned a smirk and a look of newfound respect from the brother in formal wear, Elijah.
But thatâs when blondie had finally had enough.
Within less than a split second, she sped over and grabbed me by the throat, pinning me to the wall at the back of the room and squeezing so my air supply was restricted, my feet dangling just above the floor.
âYou dare speak to me like that, you filthy littleâŠâ she hissed, bringing her face close to mine and watching maliciously as my eyes grew wider.
But if I thought she moved fast, Klaus travelled at twice her speed in the blink of an eye, rushing to my rescue. His hands made quick work of prying her off of me and shoving her to the wall instead, reaching down to the back of his shoe where his trousers were baggy enough to conceal - and he pulled out a shiny, silver dagger.
I could do nothing but stand there stock still while the scene played out in front of me, the other brothers shooting up too but doing the same as me.
âDonât you ever speak to her like that again,â his voice was low, yet scarily loud, but thatâs not what seemed to panic Rebekah. No, she was focused on the dagger he held against her sternum, the point brushing against her top.
âYou take a dagger to her pride, I take a dagger to your heart.â Klausâ mind whirred with anger.
Just as she opened her mouth to plea for her brother's forgiveness or offer some half-assed apology which she would prove false the moment he let her go, he plunged the dagger into her chest. She let out a high-pitched wince as his eyes still burned into hers with pure loathing.
âNow, say youâre sorry,â he snarled darkly - so this was the Klaus I had heard about. Cruel, righteous, formidable. And the worst part; I wasnât even scared. I may have gasped at the suddenness of his actions, but I could not help the feeling that arose within me when I saw him choose me over his own flesh and blood without so much as a second thought.
She choked on her own words, âI- Iâm sorry.â Her eyes never left his.
His hand moved to twist the knife, releasing another squeak from the victim of his wrath. He spoke firmly and finally, as if this was her last warning, âTo her.â
Thatâs when she finally turned her head to face me, âIâm sorry⊠Y/n.â It looked like it killed her to force out those words, but it was better than being killed again with the dagger that was hairs away from causing her to be put in a coffin for another century.
As soon as Klaus felt she had been sincere enough he ripped the blade out, his face still serious as he wiped the blood off on the fabric of his jacket. âGo,â he said plainly, not even wasting his energy on looking up from his hands. All three of them listened - I assumed that upon his revelation of the dagger (which none of them knew he had so close), they now were thinking only of themselves, fleeing the scene before they met their fates again.
They all vanished in one quick woosh leaving only me and Klaus who had shifted back into my sickeningly sweet Nik once more upon their departure.
I hadnât even noticed that I had been clutching my chest this whole time, only taking it off when he moved his gaze to me and that wicked look in his eyes softened instantaneously into one that made me feel right at home, hurrying to me to make sure I was okay.
Without having time to even register everything that just happened I was encased in the arms of my saviour, him resting his head on top of mine while a hand moved up to gently stroke my hair. To anyone else, thinking of him acting in such a caring manner after being so ruthless wouldâve been unimaginable. But to me? It was all Iâd ever known.
âShh. Youâre okay, love,â he cooed before pulling back slightly and cradling my head in both his hands, bringing his soft lips to plant a tender kiss on my forehead.
I looked up at him like he was the only thing in the world; the way he had looked at me every time since the day we met.
âIâm sorry that I exposed you to that part of me, it was something I had hoped youâd never see.â Apologies didnât come naturally to Klaus⊠that was, to everyone but me.
Nothing was said, I let my actions speak for themselves as a genuine smile formed on my face and I hopped up onto my tiptoes to kiss him fervently. He seemed rather shocked at the sudden change in tone, but itâs not like he was complaining. Instead, he happily reciprocated my movements, a mischievous, goofy grin left on him in the wake of my lips as I pulled back.
âDonât apologise,â I shook my head at him in reassurance, âI thought it was sexy,â biting my lip in a teasing manner as I put his racing mind at rest - he truly was such a sweetie behind closed doors. It was honestly a shame the world would never see him the way I did - but then again, that would mean I would have to share him, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise.
His bright blue eyes lit up as I spoke, in a way as if to ask âReally?â
In response to his silent appeal for confirmation, I nodded.
âAt least youâve met them now so you finally know what I mean when I complain about my family,â he used a tone much lighter than before now that he wasnât shouting or apologising.
A laugh escaped me, causing me to quickly cover my mouth, âI guess you werenât joking, huh?â
Sighing in reply he shook his head in embarrassment, thinking he shouldâve never taken me here in the first place. âCome, letâs go somewhere else, somewhere nicer.â His head cocked to the side as he held out an arm for me to cling to, signalling for us both to leave.
My hand graciously slipped forward to meet his request as we walked toward the door, looking up at him one last time. âYouâre my hero, Klaus Mikaelson.â
Upon hearing the giggle I let out after my words his smile only widened. âAlways and forever, my love.â
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hii!I wanted to ask you if you write for Eminem?? if you do, you could write something as if the reader were the sister of the boyfriend of one of his daughters. They basically decide to throw a pre-wedding party with all their closest friends, and for the first time the reader introduces herself to Marshall's friends (50, Dre, Snoop, Royce etc.) and they notice that Marshall is very different around her around and make fun of him all evening, and by mistake they joke about their "relationship" of friendship between the two of them and she heard, and in the following days Marshall and the reader feel embarrassed then they both confess (sorry if it's too much long or there are mistakes English is not my language)
as a matter of fact i DO write for eminem !
this is so cute iâll get working on it asap.
youâre the best i thought no one was gonna request my hubby đ«¶
anon, if you see this feel free to DM if you want me to let yk when itâs out xx
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almost done with a KLAUS MIKAELSON one shot !!
summary: when klaus brings his girlfriend to meet his family for the first time they donât exactly welcome her with open arms. namely, rebekah. but as soon as she takes a dagger to her pride she gets ANGRY, and klaus is utterly amused and even more in love than he was before.
keep your eyes peeled for âDONâT NEED SAVING,â out by the end of the week x
request by: @ranisingsnew
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PROLOGUE
FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story
summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But itâs hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for goodâŠ
WARNINGS: mentions of blood
a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, thatâs where the story really begins ;)
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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.
After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.
Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.
After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.
She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.
It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.
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January 3rd, 2010
âYouâre humiliating,â I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.
He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.
âHave you got everything?â he asked as he nodded to my bag.
I let out a breathy chuckle. I didnât hate him as much as I let on⊠mostly.
âI packed you a blood bag for lunch,â he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.
My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. âHow thoughtful,â I retorted sarcastically.
But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, âThanks for helping me move in and all,â my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.
Moving across the country wouldâve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But⊠and I would never admit it⊠but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.
I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, âBut, I expect you to be gone when I get home.â I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.
He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of âanimal attacksâ. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.
He held his hands up in surrender, âIâll be out within the hour.â
âOkay. Iâll see ya,â I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.
My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. âTell me how it went when youâre home.â The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasnât just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since heâd hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.
I almost laughed at him again, but I didnât. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.
âI will,â I gave in with a joking eye-roll. âBye Damon,â I waved his way.
âBye Seffie,â he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.
Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.
As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.
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The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.
First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.
But after class was when my day took a turn.
â1076, 1076,â I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.
But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, andâŠ
Crash.
I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. âGreat,â I thought satirically. The prick didnât even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.
But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.
âHey, uh-â the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.
âWhat he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?â The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.
I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, âIâd love one.â
Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely couldâve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to âhelp the most.â My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.
Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.
âThank you,â I chuckled in response.
âNo problem,â the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. âIâm Stiles, by the way,â he gestured to himself, âand this is my buddy, Scott,â his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.
âNice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,â I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, âIâm Sera.â
âYouâre new here right?â Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.
I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, âMhm, started this morning,â a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.
âI mean, weâd be happy to show you âround if you wanna hang with us,â he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.
âWouldnât we, Scott,â he then batted the back of his hand against his friendâs arm, glaring at him to respond.
Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, âOh, yeah, of course.â
I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. âIâd love to, but Iâve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe Iâll catch up with you guys later,â my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.
When I stepped backward I noticed how they didnât leave just yet, so I said, âBye boys, Iâll see you around,â with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.
âSee you around, Sera,â Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.
I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.
âWhy the fuck did you salute?â Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.
âI- I donât know, okay?â Stiles replied slightly panicked.
My smile grew. What idiots.
As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate âpeople skillsâ.
âIâm sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,â the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.
My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.
âPlease look again, Iâm sure youâll find everything youâre looking for.â A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.
During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.
The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.
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That day had ended with new numbers in everyoneâs phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friendâs beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).
And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.
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this was basically to just tell you what to expect from the rest of the series. might not post it all on here unless you want me to so check out my ao3 and wattpad ( @crazyinluvfix ) like and comment x
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ANNOUNCEMENT !!
sneak peak at the cover for my new stiles stilinski fan fiction !!
fandom: teen wolf x tvd
keep your eyes peeled, part 1 will be out tomorrow
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ANNOUNCEMENT !!
i am currently working on a slow burn / episode by episode stiles stilinski fic
might post it on here but it may be too long, so if you want it you can read it on my ao3 and wattpad both under the same name, @crazyinluvfix
itâs a crossover au with teen wolf and the vampire diaries !! vampire!reader in the teen wolf universe. but you donât need to know tvd to read the fic đ«¶
comment if youâre interested ! also need help thinking of a title x
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MASTERLIST
hey babes x
masterlist for my multi fandom blog, and when i say multi fandom i mean literally anything !!
request in bio and i will deliver. iâm talking music, movies, tv shows, books, you name it iâm there
iâll write anything within reason ( smut, fluff, angst, etc. )
fics with * will have smut
TEEN WOLF:
STILES STILINSKI -
âFATAL ATTRACTIONâ chapter masterlist
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES -
KLAUS MIKAELSON -
âDONâT NEED SAVINGâ
EMINEM -
coming soonâŠ
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