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#I'm also upset because allison can sit there and scream and cry because of her fucking drawing but I'm not allowed to tell my mom I didnt
rememberstilinski · 7 years
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i'm here || isaac lahey
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word count: 2392
warnings: loss of power
request:  Can I request an Isaac imagine... Isaac is in love with the reader who's a witch and during the Nemeton she was also taken with Chris and she lost her powers and he comforts her. She moves in with Scott to help cope and she has nightmares about it about her not being able to do anything and he helps her get through eventually kissing her toes lo with her panic attack about it. Sorry if it doesn't make any sense
author’s note: this has been posted before but was deleted, so now i am reposting it! enjoy! all the witch stuff is inspired by bonnie bennett from the vampire diaries!
I found it!” I yelled as my head shot up from the Grimoire that was in my lap. “I found it. I know how to do it.”
The pack and I were currently looking for a spell that could help us save Mr. Argent, Melissa, and Sheriff Stilinski from being sacrificed by the darach. I've been looking for this for hours, up all night trying to find a spell in a huge book that witches have made throughout the centuries. A Grimoire is basically a witch’s cookbook.
“Will it work?” Isaac walked over to me and looked over my shoulder looking at the faded etchings that were almost undecipherable. I don't think he would've been able to read if it was in bold, black ink because it was written in Latin, not English.
“It might. It's worth a chance.” I looked to everyone in the room. Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Isaac and Deaton were all here searching for something that could save their parents’ lives. Scott had gone with Deucalion because he thought all hope was lost and only he could help save his mother.
“What do we have to do?” Allison immediately asked.
I sighed, not knowing if they'd be willing to go through with this. “Y/N,” Allison spoke sternly. “What is it?”
“You guys have to temporarily die if this will work.” I blurted out. All their eyes widened. “However, I can bring you back. Essentially, you, Stiles, and Scott need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents.”
“You know how to bring us back, right?” Stiles questioned.
I nodded and continued with the instructions. “If we do this, power will be given back to the Nemeton, and the Nemeton hasn't had power like that in a long time. With power like this, Beacon Hills will draw in many supernatural creatures. Creatures that could fill the pages of a bestiary with.”
“So Beacon Hills will become a beacon, again?” Lydia questioned, but sounded more like a statement.
“Doesn't sound worse than anything we haven't already seen.” Stiles shrugged.
“You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see.” Deaton told him.
“Is that it?” Isaac asked. I looked behind me and saw him leaning against a counter.
“No.” I shook my head. “It will also have an effect on all three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll be able to feel it everyday for the rest of your lives.”
Deaton spoke up once again. “It'll be a sort of darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar.” I nodded in agreement because he practically took the words out of my mouth.
We sent Stiles and Allison home so they could go and find things belonging to their parents that would help connect them. Stiles had also called Scott and told him everything he needed to know, he agreed to do it.
Isaac, Lydia, Deaton, and I all stayed at the animal clinic preparing the ice tubs. I need herbs to put in the tubs that would help me draw power into the spell so I wouldn't exhaust myself.
“Y/N.” Isaac whispered as I read over the spell once again.
“Yes, Isaac?” I turned my head to see him standing in the doorway.
“Are you sure you can do this? I mean, this is dark stuff. You've never done anything like this before.” He asked. I sighed and looked away from him.
“Isaac, I'm doing this for our friends. This is their parents we’re talking about. I need to save them.”
“This kind of power can kill you, Y/N. You've told me many times that you can't do this kind of magic without their being consequences. You told me you would never do something this dark.”
“That was before the closest thing I've had to parents lives were on the line. My parents left me as soon as I found out I was a witch and Melissa took me in as her daughter. I'm not letting her die if I can do something about it.”
Isaac took my hands into his. “What if you die, Y/N? I can't lose you. You're all I have left.” He whispered.
“You won't. I'll be fine, I promise.” I removed one of my hands from his and cupped his jaw.
“I need to tell you something, Y/N.” His blue eyes pierced into my Y/E/C ones.
I felt my eyes brows scrunch up with my hand still on his jaw. “What is it?”
“I-I love you.” His stuttered whisper spoke.
My heart swelled at his words. I've had feelings for him for a while now, but I always thought they were one sided. “I love you, too, Isaac.”
Before anything else could be done, Lydia walked into the room. “Hey, we're ready whenever you are.” She said before looking up at us. Lydia started walking back out of the room with a smirk. “Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll just be in…”
“We’ll continue this later.” Isaac said, and I nodded. I stood up from the chair I was on and grabbed the Grimoire and walked into the back room, Isaac following close behind. There was three tubs filled with ice and mistletoe that would be necessary for the spell.
Allison, Scott, and Stiles all stepped up to the three tubs. Isaac, Lydia, Deaton, and I all looked at them before Deaton spoke. “All right, what did you guys bring?”
Stiles raised his hand. He was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s badge. It was a little smashed, but it still somehow looked the same. “Jennifer kind of smashed it in her hand. I hammered it out a bit. Still doesn't look great.”
“It doesn't have to look good if it has meaning.” I softly smiled at my spastic best friend which he returned before nodding and looking back to the badge, still shining in his hands.
I looked to Allison just as she held up a bullet. “Is that an actual silver bullet?” Isaac asked in awe.
“My dad made it. It's sort of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finished learning all the skills to be a Hunter, you forge your own silver bullet as a testament to the code.”
“Scott?” Deaton gestured for him to speak about his.
He held up a watch, one that I’d seen Melissa wear on multiple occasions. “My dad gave this to my mom when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked.”
Stiles looked over the watch. “It says water-resistant. Not waterproof.”
Scott shrugged. “I don't think she's going to mind if it saves her life.”
“The three of you get in. We’ll each hold you down but it needs to be someone who can pull you back. An emotional tether.” I said. Lydia started toward Allison, but I was the one holding her down as I said the spell, so I stopped her.
“Lydia,” I looked between her and Stiles. “You go with Stiles.”
“Are you sure? I mean Scott and I both have to go under.” Allison asked.
“I'll be holding you down as I say the spell. Isaac you'll be with Scott, Lydia with Stiles, and I'm with Allison.” They all nodded as Scott, Stiles, and Allison got in the tubs.
Stiles turned to Scott as soon as they were both sitting in the cold water. “If I don't come back, there's something you should know. Your dad is back in town.”
After a few moments, we pushed them under and I closed my eyes and started chanting the spell. “Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus.” I repeated the words again and again until they were gone.
When I removed my hands from Allison’s shoulders and stood up, I got really light headed. I started getting dizzy. I closed my eyes to see it that would help reverse the dizziness, but it didn't work. “I'll be back.” I mumbled. I walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
Looking in the mirror, I started to see lights flicker around me. Then I got this piercing pain in my head. It felt worse than a headache. It was almost as if someone was slowly digging a pin or needle into my temple. I heard voices chanting and I knew it was the spirits of the witches.
They were angry. They were angry with me. They are yelling in a whisper in Latin, but I knew all they were saying. “You have disobeyed us. You have used your power for dark magic. We warned you there was to be consequences for disobeying us. Now you must be punished.”
The pain in my head got more intense and I started screaming. The louder I screamed, the more the lights flickered and the louder the spirits chanted. I could feel my nose bleeding and the power being drained from my body. Witches can usually feel the elements like wind, air, water, fire, and earth. As the pain got worse, I could feel my connections with these things draining until all of a sudden I felt empty.
The lights stopped flickering and the voices were suddenly silenced. As everything was happening my screams of pain were mixed with sobs. My head finally stopped hurting and I dropped to the floor. I sobbed on the ground. I had upset the balance and now I must deal with the consequences. They took my power. I had no way of getting them back.
I didn't hear the banging on the door until just now. “Y/N! What's going on? What happened? Baby, talk to me! Y/N! Y/N!” Isaac’s voice shouted through the door. Eventually I heard the door come off the hinges and Isaac’s footsteps came toward me. Isaac picked me up and held me in his arms. I finally opened my eyes and saw Lydia standing in the doorway panting.
“Y/N, what happened?” Isaac whispered, his face full of worry and concern.
I held back my sobs so I could speak. “The took away my powers. My magic is gone.” I gasped out and began crying again. I pressed my head against his chest as he ran his long, slender fingers through my hair.
“Shh. I'm here. I’ve got you. I'll help you through this.” He reassured me.
We saved Chris, Stilinski, and Melissa from being sacrificed and the pack defeated Jennifer and the Alpha Pack. Everything was good because we had won and saved the parents. For me, I couldn't deal with the absence of my magic. Every single night I would have nightmares.
The witches would be screaming at me like they did when they took my powers. I tried looking for ways to get the magic back, but it was no use. I even went as far as finding a place to harness leftover energy from a witch’s death. I simply couldn't cast spells and I could absorb any new magic.
I lived at the McCall house with Scott, Melissa, and Isaac. Melissa had taken me in a long time ago when I was in need of a place to live. The nightmares happened every time I tried sleeping. I would be standing in the middle of an old, rundown house. There was cobwebs and dust in every nook and cranny and on every piece of furniture.
I would be standing there until the fire started and the voices started yelling at me. They would speak in multiple languages. The languages would range from Latin to French to even Greek. I spoke many languages and understood everything they said.
“You will spend the rest of your life in dreams like these.”
“You fueled and unhealthy balance of nature.”
“The consequences aren't only on your hands, they're going to ruin the lives of many.”
“Everything that's going to happen is your fault.”
These were only some of the things they would say. I had to scream myself awake every night. The spirits didn't want me to leave and they wanted me to suffer.
Isaac was the only one keeping me sane through all this. He was my anchor. When I would wake up from my cruel nightmares, Isaac would be running into the room and would try to calm me down. Isaac stayed and let me fall asleep in his arms. When I fell asleep with him, the nightmares didn't come back. Sometimes he would talk to me to calm me down.
Eventually my nightmare problem died down and I started returning back to my normal self. At this point, Isaac and I slept in the same room every night with the permission of Mama McCall. She understood I needed him, but she said no funny business.
“If there is any sexual situations happening in that room, I will find you and kill you myself. I do not need to be on a reality show with a pregnant 17 year old.”
“Don't worry, Melissa. Nothing like that will happen.” Isaac told her and I nodded in agreement.
My powers didn't show any sign of coming back, but I was learning to accept not using magic. My adoptive family and my friends showed all kinds of support. Isaac was my biggest form of support and I was beyond thankful for him.
Through this whole thing our unbreakable friendship had grown into an even stronger relationship. Isaac and I didn't make anything official but we spent every waking moment together.
“Y/N?” Isaac said as we sat on the couch in the living room watching a movie.
“What's up?” I looked up at him.
“You like me right?” His eyebrows furrowed.
I giggled. “Isaac, I think we're past liking at this point. I love you. I told you that when I admitted my feelings for you.”
“I know.” His warm smile took over his face. “I just want to know, what are we exactly?”
“Well I guess you could call me your girlfriend.” I smiled.
He leaned down and whispered his next words against my lips before pushing his to mine in a soft, yet meaningful kiss. “In that case, I guess you can call me your boyfriend.”
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