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andreafmn · 3 years

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 5

xWord Count: 3,374

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 5/?

A/N: If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 5

I woke up to a heavy and warm wight around my waist. As my mind started registering the scene around me, I noticed the soft snores that were filling the room, the strong smell of cologne, the rough skin encircling me, the chest in front of me that raised and fell at a slow pace. At some point during the night, Derek must have crawled into bed, and I couldn’t say that I minded.

He looked peaceful when he slept. No supernatural problems, no feuds, no hunters, just peace. My hand unconsciously landed on his cheek, softly stroking his cheek. Still succumbed to slumber, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head onto my hand like a puppy. I wish this could be the way it always was, but now that I knew the reality of the world we were in, there was no chance it would ever stay this way.

Deciding to let him sleep longer, I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen where breakfast had already been prepared. I looked around and noticed that their car keys were gone, which meant they had left early in the morning to do whatever it was that they always did. I greeted Brody who had trotted my way from the living room, and filled his dog bowl, adding a few tasty treats. While I served two plates, I put the coffee machine to run, ensuring the freshest pot for the morning. I looked around for a tray to take the breakfast upstairs in case my parents came back at any moment, eating my food as the coffee brewed. Placing some cream and sugars on the tray, I made my way back to the bedroom where Derek was starting to wake up, Brody following behind.

“Morning, sour wolf.” I softly pushed open the door, the tray in front of me. Derek was rubbing the night from his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing the man, Brody jumped on the bed greeting him with slobbery kissed. Derek laughed and petted his head as he laid at the foot of the bed.

“Morning,” he yawned. “Whatcha got there?”

“Some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Also, some coffee.” He took the tray from my hands and set it on the bed. Taking one of the coffee cups, I sat over on my desk to work on the homework I had left pile during the week. Derek grabbed the plate and came to stand behind me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.”

“What are you doing?” He inquired, downing the food from the plate quickly.

“Homework. You know, the thing people my age have to do to be able to graduate from high school with good grades.” I looked to the side, my heart beating faster noticing the closeness of our faces. “I’m sure you wouldn’t know much about that.”

“I’ll have you know I was a good enough student.”

“Emphasis on good enough.” I booped his nose with my pen and continued my work. “When you’re done you should head home, don’t want my parents catching you here just in case.”

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” He sipped his coffee and sat down on the bed, Brody laying his head on his lap. I turned my chair and faced him, a laugh escaping my lips.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are and who my family is. Apart from that, I don’t think my dad will particularly enjoy the fact that a 21-year-old werewolf is in his teenage daughter’s bedroom, alone.” I grinned. “But suit yourself. I’d love to see how it will play out.”

“Alright, but can I at least take you out some time this week?” My heartbeat quickened, the sound loud enough for me to hear. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no,” I grinned.

“I kind of need an answer,” he pressed. A grin played on his lips by the point he had stood and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“How about, I’ll let you know?”

“I’ll take it,” he smiled. “I’ll text you.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed his jacket to head towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“Not through the door you’re not.” The dumbfounded look on his face was hilarious. “what would I do if my parents walked in.”

“I’m fast, you know. Like supernaturally fast.”

“Mm, I’ve seen you. Not fast enough.”

“Fine,” he surrendered. “Keep watch of your phone.”

“I will,” I smiled. He took a step back and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Brody got alerted by the sudden move and jumped off the bed to bark at the window, standing on his hind legs to prop his eye out. I joined his side and saw Derek standing normally in my backyard as if he hadn’t just jumped out of a two-story window. He waved and I waved back as he became a blur, vanishing before my very eyes.

I slumped down on my bed and ran my hands over my face. What was I doing? There were so many things that were pit against us. My 18th birthday was still a little less than a year away, he had something going on with Erica, my family and he are natural-born enemies, we are currently under the terror of a reptilian shapeshifting Jackson, and that was just scratching the surface. I couldn’t scrutinize why he would ask me out too much, it was probably not even in a romantic way. It could just well be that he wanted to keep an eye on me since I was new to this whole werewolf, Kanima, hunter thing.

A couple of hours went by where I took Brody out for a walk, finished what was left of my homework, and started watching a movie when my phone went off.

“Hey, I heard the good news! You’re staying in town.”

“Hey, Allison. Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Well then, I believe you owe some people an apology.”

“What could you possibly mean?” I scoffed. But she was right, as hard as it was to admit.

“Don’t act dumb, (Y/N). You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t like it when you’re right,” I sighed. “What do you think I should do?”

“I could invite them over to your house and you could apologize to them. They never object to free pizza.”

I was glad. Instead of sulking on the 'he likes me, he likes me not' nonsense, I prepared the house for Allison and her friends, the people I hope to win over. One by one they arrived at my doorstep. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. I had put out some snacks and the pizza I had bought. Scott and Stiles were not shy about their hunger as they dove in right away.

"So, what's the purpose of this meeting?" Lydia asked, her usual cocky attitude on full show.

"Uh, well, I wanted to apologize for being such a bitch these past few weeks."

"Hm, understatement of the century." Stiles chuckled with his mouth full.

"Actually, she can be 1,000 times worse. That was just level 1 bitchiness."

"Point taken. But why would you apologize? We get it you don't want to be our friend."

"That's not it, it's just... ugh... Look, it’s honestly a very long story, but moving around it’s hard to cut ties and start over for so long. After a while it’s easier to builds walls up and maintain everyone at arm’s length." They all stared at me. Hopefully I was getting through to them. "But this time I'm changing that. I want to be your friend and that's why I'm apologizing."

"Well, I don't know about the other guys, but I've always considered you my friend. I mean, I've considered Lydia my friend and she hates me."

"Oh, please, Stiles. I don't hate you, you're just, um.... special."

"I'll take it."

"We understand. And of course you're our friend, (Y/N). You were just too stubborn to notice." Scott smiled at me. "Now, is there more pizza?"

"How the hell did you two boys just finish two boxes of pizza?"

"We're growing?" Stiles said with his mouth full.

"Barely," Allison mumbled.

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"That's the point, Scott."

The whole room laughed and continued to enjoy a very pleasant afternoon. It felt weird to finally feel like I belonged somewhere; that there were people around me that cared for me despite my flaws. As I looked around the faces of the group that had welcomed me with open arms, I couldn’t help but feel that someone was missing; the person that had first accepted me.

The clock had hit 4 o’clock when the last piece of food was gone, and the gang had gone home. After cleaning up, I decided it was time to call Isaac. I didn’t like the person he had become after the bite. But I couldn’t say I didn’t understand. He felt confident, strong, but he was using the wrong outlet. Just like I was.

“So, you’re finally talking to me,” Isaac chuckled, a cocky tone to his voice.

“Only if you’re done being a douche.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you turned into a werewolf you’ve been nothing short of unbearable with your cocky behavior and holier-than-thou attitude.” I could hear him shifting on the other line, the news taking him aback. It seems Derek hadn’t told his pack that I knew everything.

“H-how… who told you?”

“Derek, your alpha. He told me everything the other day. I know all about werewolves, kanimas, hunters, pack, blah, blah, blah. But none of that excuses your behavior,’’ I sighed. “So, are you done being a dick?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Can I see you?”

“Sure. Why don’t we go grab a bite? I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright!” He sounded excited. “I’ll text you the address.”

After hanging up I decided to take a quick shower before leaving. I threw on a white t-shirt and jeans and paired them with my leather jacket. As I tied my boots, I reached for the keys of my dad’s Chevrolet Suburban. Hopefully, I didn’t crash. In the car, I typed in the address Isaac had sent me. It was an industrial loft not too far from my own home. I honked my horn to notify Isaac I was there as well as sent a text.

“Are you stalking me now?”

I jumped at the sound of Derek’s voice and the knock he left on my window. . He appeared like a ghost and leaned on my door. “I could say the same about you. I’ve never been here before.”

“I live here,” he laughed, pointing at the building. “It’s my loft.”

“I’m here to pick up Isaac,” I said sheepishly. “So, he’s been staying with you. I thought you live in the woods.”

“It’s my family’s house and it’s under my ownership, but it’s not under livable conditions. And, yes, Isaac has been staying with me.”

“Hey, Derek.” Isaac finally emerged from the doors and jogged up to my car, patting Derek on the back. The man’s expression rapidly changed as soon as Isaac joined the conversation. The playful smile he wore had been replaced by a menacing scowl. “We’re going out for a while. I’ll see you later.”

We said goodbye and as I drove off, I stared at Derek. His body was tense, and his jaw was clenched. He was angry, but I didn’t know why. When we were alone, he was a completely different person than what he showed to others. There was this terrifying façade that was impenetrable by everyone else, yet he was a completely different person with me; he was an Alpha to the others, but he was just Derek to me.

I parked the car at a small burger joint Isaac directed me to. It wasn’t too full, so our food came out quickly. We sat at a table in the back, far from any prying ears.

“So, what did you mean about this cocky attitude?” He popped a french fry into his mouth, playing around with his food. “You seemed quite mad about it. Mad enough that you avoided me for some time.”

“Ever since you transformed you’ve been carrying yourself like you’re above everyone, you don’t even bother to be respectful of teachers or anyone for that matter. I miss the old Isaac.”

“You mean the pushover wimpy kid?” He scoffed. “I can’t say the same.”

“That’s not what I meant.” My hand reached out to his clenched fist and his hold softened. “You were nice and respectful, and knew how to treat others because you knew how it felt to be mistreated. Of course, you could have done with more confidence, but that’s not what this is. It’s almost as if you’re turning into Jackson, heaven forbid.”

His eyes softened and I knew I was getting through the wall he had built up.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). It's just… this is the first time in my life that I have felt powerful, like nothing and no one can touch me. I've dealt with so much shit that I thought I deserved to act like that," he sighed. "Can you ever forgive me?"

“You’re practically my best friend, how could I not?”

“Thanks.” He gave me a smile that I happily reciprocated. For the first time in a while, I was seeing the Isaac I had met some time ago. “So, what is it that you needed to speak to me so eagerly.”

“Remember how I mentioned that I would be moving at the end of the year so you shouldn’t get attached?” He nodded. “Well, it seems you’re gonna have to put up with me for a long time. Beacon Hills is now my home.”

“What?! That’s great!” He exclaimed a little too loud. Heads turned towards us and Isaac tried to hide his blush. “Does that mean we can truly be friends now? Not just study partners or casual conversation acquaintances?”

“Yes, Isaac. That’s exactly what that means,” I laughed. His face had lit up as the hard mask he wore finally broke apart. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what happened the night that I picked you up? It was such a weird night.”

His whole demeanor changed, clearly a sore subject to talk about. "If Derek told you what we are I presume he told you about everything else." I nodded. "The Kanima. It killed my father. We, um, had gotten into a fight and I ran out. It seems he went out looking for me but didn't get to me. I found him dead in his car, but I ran and called you."

" Isaac, why didn't you tell me? I mean, I know why you didn't tell me, but something; you should have told me something.” I looked into his eyes, worry evident in them. He had gone through such a traumatic event basically by himself. “Is that why the police were looking for you?"

He nodded. "They thought I had something to do with his murder because of something Jackson said. He was unfortunately my neighbor and had seen me running out of the house, but there were no tracks leading to me. I'm not a fugitive anymore." He smiled softly.

“I’m glad, Isaac, really. And I’m truly sorry for everything you’ve had to endure alone for all these years. You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). At least that part of my life is over.”

“Now we just have to get that damn Kanima and get on with our lives.” We laughed.

Before we knew it, the sky outside had turned dark, signaling the arrival of the night. The car ride back was filled with mindless chitchat and soft background music. It had been a long few days and exhaustion was evident in both of us. Soon enough, the grey building had come into view.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” Isaac leaned into the open window of the driver’s side.

“I think I’m just gonna head on home. I’m a bit tired and we have school tomorrow.” I smiled. “But, I’ll take you up on the offer someday.”

“Isaac, good to see you’re back,” Derek announced himself, his two betas following behind. “You’re late for training.”

“Sorry, Derek. Time slipped away.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” His voice was commanding and a bit intimidating. I could see why everyone around me feared him. “Go with Erica and Boyd. Get started.”

'‘Bye, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled and nodded, trying my best to comfort him.

“See you.” Derek stood back as we both watched the three figures disappear into the building. His chest moved, heaving, and he reeked of jealousy. “What’s your problem?”

“What?” Did he truly believe I was that oblivious? “I just…”

“You’re acting like a prissy child, Derek. You knew where Isaac was, who he was with, and that there was a possibility that he would come back late. There’s no need to grill him that hard.”

“He’s old enough to manage his time correctly, (Y/N). He needs to learn discipline. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Clearly, that’s not what’s happening here,’’ I laughed dryly. “Look, pardon the metaphor, but this whole alpha male act is gonna get very tiring, very quickly. If this is how you’re gonna be, don’t bother on scheduling that date this week.”

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N). I swear this has nothing to do with you. There are certain rules that we have to abide by, a different life. It’s complicated.”

“You’re not making any sense, Derek.”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Yesterday we said no secrets, Derek. What changed in the hours that have passed?”

“Nothing’s changed. I’m sorry if I seemed too harsh on Isaac, but I have to be. They’re young and reckless, and it’s my job to make sure they stay safe. No matter the cost.” He ran his hands across his face as he let out a loud sigh. “Why don’t we just keep the supernatural and our personal lives apart.”

“We can try that for a while, but they’re bound to intersect at some point.”

“I know, but…”

“Let’s play it your way and see how it goes, okay? And lay off Isaac and the others? They are just kids.”

“I’ll try,” he smiled softly. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“If I remember.”

I backed the car up and sped back to my house. When I opened the garage, my father was sitting on the spot where the car usually went. I had forgotten to tell them I would be gone, and my phone’s battery had died a while back. I was in so much trouble.

“Good to know you’re alive, darling daughter.” The sarcasm spewed from my father’s mouth, and it stung.

“I’m so sorry. I went out with a friend and my phone died. And I know I forgot to say I was leaving the house, but I rarely do that, so please forgive me.”

“Calm down, (Y/N),” he laughed. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering your phone, so we got worried. But remember, there’s a tracker on the car. We figured you were out. And I’m glad to hear you have a friend. It’s about time.”

“Thanks, dad.” He wrapped me in a hug and patted my head. If he knew who my friends were I’m sure he wouldn’t feel the same way. “But, if you knew where I was, what was this whole scary setup? I for sure thought you were going to kill me.”

“Nothing like that, honey. But your mother and I have something we have to talk to you about.”

“What is it? You can’t take back that we are staying.”

“It’s not that, but it is serious. Let’s go, your mom is waiting in the kitchen.”

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, a million thoughts running through my head. Although, at the bottom of my heart I knew what this talk was going to be about.

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dancingthesambaa · 3 years

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 7

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 7: Hero Born From The Shadows

“Selfie!” Mei posed as she took a picture of herself once she won the race.

“Mei!” MK excitedly said as he laid down flat on the ground with his arms raised high.

“MK!” She cheerfully picked him up, “Man that was one wicked race!”

“We almost died,” he weakly said.

“That’s life!” She joked, not understanding he was serious, “now how about we play some Monkey Mech! You can even invite your friend over!”

“Mei, he tried to kill me,” he said once more.

“Okay in that case,” she took out her phone and had an eerie red button right on the screen as she said with a wide smile that promised retribution, “Where does he live?”

“MK WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The trio yelled in laughter at MK's joke.

“I’m not kidding!” He jumped up and down as he carried the staff, “this is the Monkey King Staff! I’ll prove it to you!”

“Okay, how?” Piggy crossed his arms.

“Ummm,” MK held the staff closer to his chest as he began to nervously play with it, when suddenly it retreated inward then suddenly extended all the way to the table Tang and Mei was sitting at and crushed it.

There was a silence as the unbelievable just happen then Tang wildly sputtered out.

“HUBABABABABA Monkey King staff!” He rushed over to MK arm that was carrying the staff and held it up high, “I knew it all along! It is the legendary staff that was used to seal away evil!” Then he paused as he realized the implications and looked to MK, “wait a minute, why do you have it?”

“Okay I’ll bite, if the staff is here, where is the Demon punk now?” Pigsy questioned as he was still iffy on this entire thing.

“He’s at the shoe store,” Mei cheerily stated.

“What?” They all walk to Mei with her phone out.

“This better not be one of your dog videos.” He can’t even tell how many times she shoved that phone in his face when she was coping at that drooling menace.

“Ha! There’s always time for a puppy video, but no he’s trending,” she showed them a picture of a large Bull demon and a familiar flame head boy, “like #DemonBullKing.”

“Holy shit, this ain’t no joke,” Pigsy jaw dropped.

“What do we do?” Tang hesitantly asked

“…I have to go to Flower Fruit Mountain,” they all turned to look at MK. “If the only one who was able to stop the Demon Bull King was Monkey King then I need to go there.”

“Are you hearing yourself?” Pigsy stomped over to him, “we’re talking about a mountain that is surrounded by fuck tons of dangers. Have you not heard of the flaming mountains? It’s the reason why no one has been able to get close to the mountain in the first place?”

“Then what are we supposed to do?!” MK took a step forward, “Monkey King is the only one who is able to stop Bull King back then and the only one now.”

Mei opened her mouth to say something, but decided to close it and just wait.

“Kid look I know this is all a bit scary, but why do you think that you have to do this?”

“Well I have the staff and I can carry it, for some reason,” he whispered the last part then he put on a more determined face, “but more importantly someone needs to.”

Pigsy stared him down as the boy did the same, then the pig demon sighed as he picked up his car keys “Everyone go to the car, it seems we’re taking a trip.”

“Yes!/Roadtrip!/Flower Fruit Mountain!” The trio of humans all cheered as they made their way out, though Mei did slow her steps so that she could match MK.

“So when is Mackie getting here,” she abruptly said.

“Huh?”

“I mean he must have definitely heard your screams by now and I’m not even including the sounds of terror that everyone must be doing right now. We both know that he would already be on his way,” she added.

“Oh, um actually funny thing. He is currently not anywhere near the city right now,” he wilted at Mei’s dumbfounded look.

“What.”

“Yeahhhh he had a call for a medical emergency and he is kinda days away from here,” he scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh my god, talk about bad timing,” she dragged her hand over her face, “well you should definitely call him and let him know what’s up.”

“…you know, I was thinking that maybe, and hear me out here, maybe we don’t call him,” he squeaked out.

“MK I love you like a brother, but what kind of nonsense are you saying,” she stopped the two of them and put her hands on his shoulder. “We’re talking about the same crazy brain worry of an immortal demon monkey that would fret over every last injury if you let him and you're telling me you're not even gonna say anything?!”

“I mean we can wait until he gets back, I just don’t want to bother him when he’s working.”

“But it’s even worse when you don’t say anything! MK you have to-,” she was cut off by Pigsy yells.

“Hurry it up you two! Fate of the world and everything!”

“Oh well looks like we got to go,” MK hurried out of her grasp and quickly went to the car.

“This is not over!” She yelled as she chased after him.

“Lalala! I can’t hear you!”

“Save it for the road,” the pig demon called out.

“Where exactly are we going anyway?” Tang asked, “Can’t exactly get to Flower Fruit mountain by car.”

“I know a guy who can help us out, he is one of the meanest, toughest demons that I have ever met. If anyone can help us get there it’s him.”

Pigsy was lying on the ground in total defeat as everyone was all sitting in Sandy's living room as the big bad demon happily talked about some of his relaxing hobbies and activities.

“He sure is tough,” Tang smirked as he sipped his tea.

“Shut up,” moaned the demon.

Sandy stopped in the middle of his talk when he felt a small tap on his hip as the small pigtail girl began to beg with glistening eyes.

“Oh great Sandy sir, we could really use your help getting to Flower Fruit mountain,” she clasped her hands together.

MK quickly joined her as he went on his knees and began to plead, “please, the fate of the world depends on it.”

“Okay,” he nonchalantly said.

“Really/That was easy,” both teenagers questioned.

“Anything for Pigsy and Mac. I can get you there, but it ain’t a pleasant trip.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” They cheered as they jumped around, but stopped in midair as what he said fully hit them. “Wait, you know Dad/Fuzzbutt?”

“Yeah, we have tea together sometimes,” the gentle giant smiled.

“Dad has a tea time buddy?” MK blinked a few times.

“Honestly not the most surprising thing about him,” Mei added. “He regularly hangs with Ní when he wants to take a nap.”

“…I hope they're going to be okay,” MK said as he thought back to all of the animals, creatures, and demons living in the forest. “I’m a bit worried.”

The twenty year old girl snorted, “I’m not, have you seen them? They can tear down groves of trees because they couldn’t share their favorite tree.”

“True,” not only the demons or creatures, but also the animals know how to put up a fight. He even once saw a chipmunk bite off the finger of a hunter before.

“Besides they have BaBa and ain’t no thing or demon is going through her,” she said in complete certainty.

“Yeahhh, she's pretty awesome.”

“Alright let’s get moving,” Sandy said as the two talked to one another. Then he looked towards Pigsy, “I’m telling you now old friend, if things get hairy I’m not the same demon as I was before. I don’t go around picking fights.”

“…ahhh, things have changed haven’t they,” he sighed, “We seriously need to have a talk later.”

“Speaking of talk, has anyone told Macaque about this?” The historian raised his eyebrow.

The two stop short as the pig demon slightly blanches as he whispers out loud, “hold shit, Mac is gonna kill me for bringing his kids into this.”

“Don’t think like that,” Sandy tried to comfort him, “I’m sure that he will be perfectly reasonable about all of this once we explain what went down.”

“Oh he’s not gonna kill us,” Tang said as he slowly began to get color back on his skin.

“Yeah, you're right-.”

“He’s gonna kill the Demon Bull King,” he bluntly said.

“…,” Pigsy had no words for that.

“Oh yeah, yeah he might be a tad bit angrier with him,” Sandy nodded. “Well let’s get this show on the road, Mo initiate the launch sequence!”

“Launch?!” They all questioned as they saw a blue bat leap up from his shoulder and next to the wheel where a big red button was and the car happily pressed it.

Everyone was startled as the whole ship began to shake and various noises rang out, they all ran outside to see that the ship was now supporting a few new features, one of them being three large turbo boosters.

“Onwards to Flower Fruit mountain!” Sandy called out as then the ship took out in a flash as they sped across the ocean.

“Oh yeahhhh!”

“Thank you so much for your help,” the Panda demon bowed lowly as the rest of his students did the same, “without your aid, I feared they all may have not survived.”

“Yeah, I thought that I was holding Yama's hands for a second there,” a crane, one of the students, joked.

“Just try not to take on anymore poisonous elephant demons for a bit, I rather not have to come back here and do this all over again,” Mac said as he adjusted his hold on his bag.

“Oh believe me, we won’t,” a tiger demon nodded.

“Whatever happened to him anyway?” a hippo student asked.

“He won’t be bothering us anymore,” they all look down to see the sheep demon smile at her friend’s serenely.

“W-what does that mean?”

“He won’t be bothering us anymore,” she repeated herself with the same tone.

“I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole,” the tiger muttered under his breath.

“I still can’t believe that people still think that’s she the harmless one,” a large dark wolf said as the rest of them nodded.

“It’s kinda hilarious,” the monkey smirked, he still remembered walking in on her, when he used to make deliveries, and saw her standing on top of a pile of unconscious demons. “Well, I have to head out now.”

“I wish you safe travels on your journey back,” Po smiled.

“Thanks, hopefully my kiddos didn’t get into too much trouble.”

“Have some faith in them, I’m sure they are just fine.”

“AHHH!” They all screamed as they scattered away from the fireball heading towards them.

Luckily, both MK and Mei managed to nimbly land on their feet despite the surprise attack, Pigsy was less than lucky as he fell on his back.

“Pigsy!” They yelled out and helped him up.

“Hahaha,” the wind demon lightly chuckled as she held out her hand, “I’ll be taking that staff now.”

The teenagers got into position as they glared at her, “this belongs to the Monkey King, there is no way you’ll take it!”

“Awww, playing to be a hero, sorry to disappoint but playtime is over.”

Mei and MK looked at one another and without words being shared they split off onto either side running.

“Kids!” Pigsy worriedly cried out as he tried to follow after them, but was stopped by a burst of lava emerging from the cracks.

“Aww, cute,” Princess Iron Fan smirked as she kept her eyes solely on the staff, “you think you stand a chance.” Then her eyes widened as she felt a small aura behind her and she quickly used the wind to push it back, it did little as she dodged a blow to her head.

“Ha! You call that wind? I know a vulture that can easily surpass that for her morning fly,” Mei mocked as she began to swipe at the demon with her sword.

“Little girl, you know not of what-,” she quickly dropped down as she felt a small gust of wind aimed towards her and she was only grateful that she did as she saw that Sun Wukong staff was aimed at her head.

“Don't you dare underestimate us!” MK yelled out as he backed up.

“You little-!” She winced as she felt a blow to her side.

“Should have kept your eyes on me bitch,” Mei grinned as she drew her glowing sword back and went for another.

“That’s enough,” she calmly said, though if one were to look carefully they would see that her fists were curled up in a ball as her eyes glowed a dull red. She then held out her hand, which transformed into the same glove that removed the staff, to block the staff aimed towards her.

“What?” That was all MK could say before he was blown back far away past the mountain.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

“No MK!” Mei screamed with tears in her eyes, not noticing a certain demon freeze up at the name, as she attempted to follow her brother.

“Mei, we got to go,” Pigsy choked out as he rushed to her and picked her up to run as the teenager struggled over his shoulder. “I’m sorry kid.”

Princess Iron Fan was silent as she looked to the two mortals running away from her then to the ocean where she blew the child mortal away. She said nothing as she tightly gripped the staff in hand then vanished away, she needed to go to her husband after all.

The boat was silent as it gently floated along the ocean as the remaining occupants tried to swallow what just happened.

“I’m sorry MK,” Pigsy whispered out as he looked down to the clear water, he didn’t even flinch when a familiar hand touched his shoulder.

“Pigsy,” Sandy quietly said.

“There was nothing we could do,” Tang said with his back turned.

“Nothing? Nothing! I could have done something!” Pigsy marched over to the human with rage as he grabbed his shoulder to see Tang's sorrowful face, “I could have-I should have protected MK! I made a promise to not only Mac but to myself that I would! And now…,” he trailed off as his whole body went slack and let go of his scarf. “It’s over, there is nothing we can do.”

“It’s not over,” he turned up with tears in his eyes to look at his friend, “MK may be lost, but we can make sure no more lives are lost. Make sure that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”

Pigsy could only nod as he wiped the tears in his eyes as Sandy put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Someone has to pay,” the trio looked over to Mei who hadn’t said a word till now. “Someone has to fight.”

“Mei?”

She quickly wiped her face as she continued with her backs to them, “that demon bitch is going to,” she turned around with a forced smile on her face as they all felt an ominous presence among them as lighting and thunder roared in fury, “pay.”

They all nodded as a determination filled them all as they mentally and physically got prepared for the battle arising.

Mei looked out to the ocean once more and gripped the rails tightly.

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you MK, but I’ll make damn sure we’ll end this. This is for you…by the gods how am I gonna tell Makkie?’

“Ugghhh,” MK moaned out as he slowly came to consciousness, he felt two furry hands in his hair even with his eyes still closed. “Just five more minutes Dad.”

“Ooo?”

His eyes snap open as he realized that this wasn’t his Dad as he awoke to a white furred monkey standing on top of his stomach, “uhh hi?”

The monkey tilts his head.

MK gives a small smile as he remembers the times when a monkey back home would climb onto him, “this feels familiar.”

The monkey eyes then glint as several more appear with the same glint.

His face falls, “nevermind this seems more familiar,” he says as he quickly rolls over from the monkeys’ attack and stands up.

All of them looked over to him and it looked like they were about to give chase before they paused and tilted their head as they recognized a familiar smell on him, but then they saw him stand up so that thought exited quickly as they all scurried off.

“I swear, what is with monkeys and my hair,” he grumbled as he then turned to see the ocean in front of him with the volcanic plain just bordering.

“Wha-gha!” He clutched his head as memories of what happened travel all throughout his head. “Right, that…where am-,” he cut himself off as he turned around to see a beautiful mountain towering above him.

“Flower Fruit mountain.”

He gazed at it for a few moments before he got his hearing back and began to rush to the mountain.

“Hello! Monkey King!? You in here!?” He called out as he stepped into the magical cave inside the magic waterfall, which also held magical drawings that came to life. “Can really use your help? Things aren’t looking good!”

He stopped as he waited for an answer, but as he stood there, nothing replied back. It was only him and a small house in front of him.

“GHA!” He kicked over a rock in frustration as he began to look around. He was not about to give up that easily though he did pause when a small butterfly approached him and landed on his nose. “At least someone here,” he jokingly said with a small smile.

“Yep I am!” It replied.

“AH!” He screamed as he flailed his arms at the unexpected response.

“Yes yes it is I,” the butterfly said once more as it fluttered to the ground, “the great monkey-oof!”

“Is it dead?” He questioned as he slowly lifted his foot, he was not about to take any chances, especially not with what happened last time he met with a small talking bug. He and Tang can still feel the icky grossness crawling up their spines, they can never unfeel what has been felt.

Then the bug began to glow.

“What??”

It grew bigger, its form was fluid as it didn’t take shape at first, but then it transformed into a hawk then it soared high and landed as it tiger then the tiger began to stand on its legs as it transformed into a bear until finally, it transformed one last time into a monkey.

A very familiar monkey.

The first thought that entered MK's head when he saw the monkey was that he was taller than he expected him to be. In fact, he even thinks that he’s taller than his Dad.

The second thought was acknowledging that the Monkey King was standing right before him.

“Yep the one and only,” he stood tall as he looked around the room. “Sooo, where’s my staff?” He took a step back when he saw the kid's eyes well up with tears.

“I am so sorry!” He began his rant as he tried to explain what happened and how he messed up royally when he heard laughter.

“Look kid, I have to come clean,” he looked up to see that the Monkey King was kneeling as he put his hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been kinda watching you.”

“Huh?” Then his eyes widen as he remembers all the times he has seen the strange occurrences appear. “Wait what?!”

“Pfft! The look on your face is perfect!” He laughed out loud.

“Perfect for what?!” He was making absolutely no sense right now.

“To be my successor!” He started with a deep voice as he crossed both his arms.

“Uhhh what have you been drinking? Are you sure you’re the Monkey King? I think you may have a brief stint with insanity due to the isolation. I have some herbal remedies that can help with that,” he poked and prodded at the monkey. He felt a tail wrap around him and place him down, he had to stop the sudden urge of twisting the tail hard to let him go, he still remembers all the times Dad did it to him during training. He flew so high up.

“Listen kid, you fought demons and you didn’t die,” he casually said as he opened a bag of chips. “And you made it here, not anyone can lift my staff, but you did.”

“But what about DBK?” He urged him.

“Pfft, what about him,” he summoned his cloud as he laid on it while eating said chips, “you can handle it.”

A small part of MK really wanted to throttle the Monkey King at that moment, but his desperation and anxiety outweighed his irritation as he stumbled upon his words, “but I-I can’t…ahhh.”

This made the monkey pause and he gave an exaggerated sigh as he walked over to the kid and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, “look if you can lift the staff you can use it. Just believe in yourself, even a smidge makes all the difference.”

MK looked up at him and gave a small smile, he may not have the best self-esteem, but he damn well is not gonna stop.

“Now then,” he dramatically began, “the staff was taken from you, take it back.”

MK's smile then turned into a wide toothy grin, “alright.”

Wukong gave a smile to his new successor, but something in the back of his mind nagged him that MK grin reminded of someone, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

“Ughhhh,” laid a collapsed Red Son as he groaned in pain at the jet impact.

Everyone else was in shocked silence as they watch MK slowly crawl out of the wreckage.

“Man, that was worse than the time we tried swinging from the vines for the first time.”

“MK!” Mei rushed over to him and gave him the tightest hug, “I thought you were-you know and I saw you blast off in the fire, but you are here and alive! I am so glad I don’t have to tell fuzzbutt about your death. Wait, how'd you get a jet? Wait! Is Monkey King here?!”

“Well no, he said it’s up to me…us,” he smiled slightly at her.

“Well that was anticlimactic and sorta stupid,” she muttered the last part under her breath. Then they all felt the earth shake beneath them and looked up to see an oversized Demon Bull King.

“And how are we meant to fight that?” Tang incredulously called out the question on everyone's minds.

The teenager looked at the towering menace and back to his hands and gripped it tight as he pulled his hair into a tighter ponytail, “we believe in ourselves.”

BOOM!

The ground shook once more.

“…somehow.”

“A jet would have been nice right about now,” she mused as she kicked the pile of rubble. Then out of it slowly emerged a smaller, but still very cool looking, motorcycle.

“That will work!” He said as he hopped on the bike.

“Go get him buddy!” She cheered for him and he gave a quick nod before zooming off, leaving the rest of them behind.

“You know how I said before about Mac killing us and the Bull King,” Tang suddenly said.

“Wait what?” Mei raised an eyebrow at the absurd topic.

“Yeahhh?” Pigsy drawled out.

“Well I think we can safely assume that the Monkey King is now on that list.”

“Oh yeah/Most definitely,” both pink and blue demons respectively said as the pigtailed teenager couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fuccck that hurts,” he moaned out as he attempted to free himself from the rubble.

“You thought you could defeat me!” The Bull King laughed as he made his way towards the mortal. “I will not let a little thief take victory from my grasp.”

MK, who was panicking, quickly tried to find ways out of this, but then he heard a faint noise and looked up to see the arcade sign slightly glowing.

“Just believe in yourself, even a smidge makes all the difference,” he couldn’t help but think back to the Monkey King’s words, but there was also another.

“It will be hard, no doubt.” He heard his father's voice echo through his mind as the pain slowly subsided, “and at times it may seem like the whole world is against you, but know that you still have tomorrow waiting for you. So keep your head held high and look towards the stars, cause that right there is your limit starlight.”

And he does, he is looking past the arcade sign and looks towards the stars that make the faintest appearance among the darkening sky.

Only one thought was clear in his mind when those words combined as he slammed his staff down.

‘I can do this.’

Then an amalgamation of parts from various buildings, streets, and other places began to structure itself together to make a red and gold mech suit with a violet headband and cape.

“It’s time for your family to be brought to justice,” MK yelled out as he pushed the mech forward as he dived bomb down to the demon. “Here comes Monkie Kid!”

The giant staff impacted the demon with a loud burst of energy and sound.

BOOOOOMMMMM!

Six ears suddenly perked up at the unexpected noise as the owner of said ears' eyes widened as that was coming from the same direction he was heading.

He picked up his pace.

“And I was all like, ‘I have to finish this once and for all’ and I started glowing!” MK excitedly said as he gobbled down another bowl of noodles.

“And then what!” Tang and Mei excitedly asked.

“And I cut a building in half and dropped it on him!”

“Coool!”

“I still can’t believe that happened,” Pigsy snorted as he ate his bowl, “scratch that I can’t believe that all of this happened.”

“I can, it just happened in front of our eyes,” Sandy joked.

“Seeing is believing…I guess,” he threw his hands in the air as he winced as he felt a sharp pain, “fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Tang had noticed Pigsy winces and went over to his side to examine.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he tried to focus on anything except the warm hands against his neck.

Sandy didn’t comment on just how fast Tang shot to the pig demon side and instead stood up, “I’m going to look behind back, you still keep your bandages underneath the second drawer?”

“Yeah, but I think I ran out,” he answered, “used it up when some maniac decided to throw water over the counter in a fit of anger and landed right on the handle of a boiling pot of water.”

“Yikes, well I can see what I can find.”

“You know at times like these I wish Mac was here,” Tang said as both Mei and MK nodded.

Boom

Everyone then jumped up at the sound of the door slamming open and turned to see the one and only Macaque looking at all of them with shock.

“What in the hell happened?!” He almost screamed out as when he first walked into the city he could hear the sounds of screams and destruction emitting everywhere. The scenery was no better as buildings collapsed, streets were uprooted, and people were all hiding or unconscious in various states. He rushed over to find his kid's heartbeat and then sighed in relief as he heard their voices and booked it over to them as fast as he could. Though before he could say anything else as he looked at their disbelieved, bruised, but still very much alive appearance before he could let a smile form, his eyes happened to lock onto a familiar bo staff in his son's hand.

“What the fuck?” He whispered out.

“Guess what Dad! I met the Monkey King!” MK excitedly said as he waved the staff around excitedly.

“What the fuck?” He said a little bit louder.

“And I’m the Monkey King successor!” He added on not knowing that the sentence almost gave Macaque psychic damage at the sheer revelation.

The monkey could only stare as he felt his eye twitch, he then took a deep breath to calm himself down, it did not work as well as he hoped. “What in the actual fuck did I miss?”

“Oh yeah, so the city totally got terrorized by the Demon Bull King and his family after the staff was pulled out, so we kicked some ass and MK here saved the day,” Mei proudly stated.

He can almost feel a migraine coming on as he began to rummage through his bag and brought out rolls of gauzes and various small bottles, “okay first, all of you sit your asses down and let me check the damage, and once that shit is over, you will tell me the what the fuck went down when I get a drink.”

“Plum Tea?” MK said.

“Gonna need something a little more stronger than that for this can of bullshit,” he whispered to himself. “By the gods what the actual fuck Wukong?”

“What you say?” Tang asked.

“I said sit your asses down!”

“Dad we’re all f-”

“Just by a glance I can see that some of you are suffering from some second degree burns, lacerations, bruises, and all types of other shit. So you either sit your asses down so I can fix you up or I will knock you unconscious and take it from there,” he threatened.

They all immediately sat down, even Sandy who plopped himself on the floor.

“I swear, can’t even leave for two weeks without shit happening,” he grumbled as he made multiple shadow clones to help make the process faster.

The moon shone high in the sky as many people were laid to rest. Some wounded, some crying, some joyful, some mourning, and some dead. No one still knew exactly what happened, but those thoughts could wait until tomorrow. For now, after the terror and agony they all suffered, it was time to close their eyes and let the nightmares encompass them or a blank passage of nothingness if they're lucky.

The same was said for the ones who helped stop the malicious terror that had once plagued the city, they all lay sleeping in a cozy apartment living room.

Sandy was happily snoring on the floor with Mo as he then was slightly lifted to place a pillow underneath him and a blanket draped over as well.

Tang and Pigsy were snuggled next to each other on the couch, with the pig demon head tucked underneath the human head, as another blanket dropped from above.

Finally, the youngest was curled up with one another, Mei having one arm around MK’s shoulder, leaning against the couch. Their loose blanket was brought back up as it was meticulously tucked then two furry hands softly ruffled both of their heads as they only slightly shifted.

Macaque looked at them with only sheer fondness as he fixed them up. Then his eyes narrowed and couldn't help but linger on their neatly wrapped bandages on both them and everyone else.

He made his way to the window.

“What happened today will not happen again,” the Bull King growled out as his body slowly healed itself. He is still not back to full strength yet, even when his powers had increased tremendously due to the no staff. After all, one couldn’t easily rise from the grave in full health without the assistance of miracle medicine.

“Of course it won’t, we were merely…unprepared after all,” Princess Iron Fan said as she silently stirred her drink. “You have just woken up from imprisonment.”

“Imprisonment heh, that is one way to say that damnation,” he huffed.

“But next time we will be prepared father,” Red Son confidently said.

“Hmph,” he grunted out as his mind was still racing as he thought back to the small mortal boy, “who was that little thief who claims to be the successor of Sun Wukong?” He snarled the last part out.

“Oh he is just a noodle boy who got lucky,” the flame demon huffed as the wind demon stayed silent.

“Well that luck seems to let him wield the staff, so there is some truth in his foul words. Either way, while he is no threat, he is a nuisance and you know what we do with pests” he stood up and his shadow seemed to grow in intensity with each and every word he spoke.

“We crush them,” the boy grinned savagely.

“Under our feet,” he stomped his large hoof in emphasis.

“Yeah, I have a bit of a problem with that,” a voice rang out and before anyone could react, the Bull King was suddenly pinned down by a large violet one-eyed form that emerged from his shadows.

“What is this!?” He yelled out as he struggled to break free, but it proved to be tough as his injuries weren’t fully healed.

“Father!” Red Son began to rush over but was stopped by his own shadow as well. “How dare you! Get your peasant hands off of me!”

Princess Iron Fan, the only one still free, barely reacted as a form from her own shadow began to come out, but instead of capturing her, it turned around to face them all.

“I was too naive to think it was merely a coincidence,” she sighed as the shadowy form revealed itself a very familiar simian face.

“Hey Flicker, Raki,” Macaque casually said to Red Son and Iron Fan as his eyes glinted a hostile violet, “it seems that we need to talk.”

“Six-Eared Macaque!” DBK stilled his movements, no matter how much the urge to break free, as he looked to the medicine monkey, “what treachery has overcome you that you dare make a move against us?”

Red Son couldn’t say a word as he looked at the demon, instead, his eyes were blasted open wide in confusion.

“Usually nothing,” he shrugged as he took a step towards them, “I don’t get up all in your shit when you swing by for some medicine and you don’t short change me.”

“It would be foolish,” Iron Fan said as she set down her cup with a small clink.

“Tell that to some demons,” he said as he took another step forward, “usually you guys are no problem, but now you became a problem.”

“You never interfered with our plans before, what makes this time so different,” he spat out.

“When you attacked my kids,” he bluntly stated with a snarl on his lips as his eyes glowed a bit brighter.

This stilled both father and son, but not the mother who pinched her nose.

“I was afraid of that.”

“You should be,” he sneered out as the shadows all around grew in intensity as they crawled up the walls leaving the area there in almost total darkness.

“Wait kids?! Do you mean noodle boy and biker girl?” Red Son asked as he flinched as the eyes locked onto him.

“MK and Mei, I know I told you about them plenty of times,” he drawled out.

“I didn’t realize they were the same ones,” he horrifyingly whispered out.

“Apparently not many do, so here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said with an even tone, “unless they have attacked you first, you will not lay a fucking hand on either of them, cause if you do, well I won’t be very…kind,” his voice echoed throughout the caves. “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal,” the Queen said first.

“Deal,” the Prince agreed next.

“…Deal,” the King lowly said.

“Good,” the shadows vanished in a poof and both Bull King and Red Son were freed and the cavern walls were once again illuminated by the soft glow of light, “I’m glad we can come to an agreement.”

“Will you still supply us?” She asked as she got down to business, he may have just threatened them, but he is currently the only demon nearby, and most experienced, with not only knowledge of medicine, but can acquire precious materials.

“Same charge,” he waved off as he began to walk away, “and Flicker, Sandy really?”

“It didn’t occur to me he was there until after I attacked,” he winced as he voiced his embarrassment, he didn’t notice his therapist was there until all was said and done. He should probably be grateful that Sandy usually goes with the flow, else he really would be screwed.

“Good luck on the next session,” he smirked, “Also, Daiyu wants a spar sometime, she misses having to fight against a fire demon,” he said. Daiyu has some issues going on in her mind, but that ain’t any of his business. He absolutely does not want to know what goes on in there.

Red Son blinks momentarily as she stands up straight and begins to boast, “As if she can hold her own against me! Tell her I will meet her in due time and she best be prepared.”

“Will do,” and like that he merged back with the shadows and vanished from sight.

“So what do we do now mother, father?” He looked towards both of his parents.

“We will honor the deal we made,” Iron Fan stated.

“Of course,” he didn’t even have to think to agree with that, even without the deal he still wouldn’t have attacked anything Macaque had claimed.

“And we will get stronger,” DBK finished as he stood up and began to walk away. He had no trifles with the Six Eared Macaque, even now when he wishes to wrap his hands against the monkey's throat for his words against him and his own, but he won’t. The two may have strict business relations, though the same can’t be said for his son and wife who seems to be on more…friendlier terms with him, he has a smidge of respect for the medicine monkey. He has heard the tales, both myth and reality, and he can acknowledge that the demon strove to his power through sheer cunning and wit, even if he had to stick to the shadows to achieve that.

So no, he will not go against the monkey deal, he has more integrity than that, but he will not show mercy if those mortals attempt to go against him.

“We will be unstoppable,” Red Son grinned as he made his way to his workshop. He had some inventions he’s been meaning to build.

Princess Iron Fan silently watched both her husband and son go in opposite directions. She gave a small sigh as she picked her cup back up and held it into her hands.

“It seems that the winds have changed once more, I wonder which direction it will blow.” She asked herself as she took a sip of her tea, then she scrunched up her nose at just how cold it was.

Oh yeah, I’ve been keeping the two of their reveal in my back pocket for this moment XD Props to anyone who may have figured it out along the way!

#lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #mk #monkie kid #monkey king #PlumTeaAU

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning(s): fluff, sick stiles, derek hale is bad at feelings

Summary: Stiles gets sick while the gang is away. Derek comes back to check on him.

A/N: I think as is becoming common for me in the Teen Wolf fandom, this just poured out of me with no prior warning and I regret nothing.

Stiles stood up, or he tried, before his body forced him to sit back down on the edge of his bed. He’d been trying to work up both the strength and the courage to take a shower for the past thirty minutes, but he was still here. In the exact same position. Trying not to puke all over his pajamas.

A very attractive look, if he did say so himself.

He closed his eyes and willed the room to stop spinning, but he knew it was pointless. He’d been sick for the last two days and whatever the hell this shit was, it didn't seem to be going anywhere.

Everyone was gone too, which made it worse. They were off saving the world from… something. He couldn’t remember now. Something way more important than Stiles, though. And he wasn’t bitter about it. He knew what they were doing was a big deal. It was just that right now he wanted chicken soup like his mom used to make and someone to tuck him back into bed.

After a shower, he reminded himself. The shower was still a must.

Stiles took a deep, steadying breath and forced himself up with shaky limbs. He held out his arms, forcing himself to remain balanced and upright, as he started to walk forward gingerly.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He yelped as his eyes popped back open at the noise. He didn’t know he wasn’t alone, and his heart was racing uncomfortably as he clutched his chest now over it.

“What the fuck am I doing?” He gulped. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you here?”

“You’re sick,” Derek explained bluntly.

“Yes, I am aware of that,” Stiles bit back. “Go. I’m fine.”

“You definitely are not. We need to go to the hospital, Stiles.”

“We need to go to the hospital, Stiles,” he mocked in a high-pitched voice. “You sound like that, you know.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t need to go to the hospital, Derek. You guys are off, ya know, saving the world or whatever. And I’ll be fine. Just go help them.”

“They don’t need my help.”

“And neither do I,” Stiles insisted.

“Why are you like this?” he said, a smile in his voice. “You make me crazy. You know that, right?”

“No,” he replied sarcastically. “Really?”

When he went to roll his eyes at Derek’s stubborn nature, like he’d done a million and a half times, his head pulsed suddenly with a headache so severe it caused him to fall to his knees. Derek was by his side within seconds, his hands on either side of his face as he forced Stiles to look at him.

He pulled back his eyelids one at a time, and whatever he saw there made him hoist Stiles off the floor without a word, and carry him from the room. Stiles wanted to put up a fight, tell Derek to put him down, that he was going to be fine. It was just the flu or something non-lethal to teenagers, but pressed up against Derek’s chest like this was warm and comfortable and he found it very difficult to hold other thoughts in his brain right now.

Derek took him straight outside and propped him up in the front seat of his own car before buckling him in and rushing around to the driver’s side. He knew how much Derek hated the Jeep, which meant that he either was doing it for Stiles’ sake or because he had run all the way here without his own car because it wasn’t fast enough. Stiles wasn’t sure which one was sweeter.

“Stiles, I swear to God,” Derek growled, “if you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

Stiles snorted his laughter despite the pounding in his head, currently radiating out from behind his left eye.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Derek asked softly.

Too softly. Like he was actually worried. Which stressed out Stiles more than he thought it would. Or should.

Stiles shrugged his answer, and even that tiny movement sent a jolt of pain down his spine. But he wasn’t lying. He honestly couldn’t remember when he had put food in his mouth last, which was probably not great.

Derek growled again, and while it was affecting Stiles like it always did, the dull ache covering his entire body pushed any stupid, horny thoughts out of his brain.

At least for now.

He knew they’d be back, especially if Derek was going to stick around. Stiles sort of hated that. Especially since Derek could tell. Hiding things from werewolves, as he’d learned, was not possible. It wasn’t awkward at all.

Yep, he definitely hated that.

Derek continued to slam his foot and the gas pedal all the way to the floorboard as he drove, but it didn’t do any good. It never did. The Jeep was ancient, one of the things Stiles loved about it, and it wasn’t ever going to go faster than this. But Derek was wonderfully impatient, often with Stiles, or things that involved Stiles.

Another endearing quality that would normally make his heart all aflutter. But right now, he was in too much pain.

The sunlight streaming in was making his head hurt worse, though, so he laid it down on the console in between him and Derek and tried not to focus on the fact that the traditionally very grumpy man was rubbing Stiles’ leg absentmindedly as he made his way through the streets of Beacon Hills.

Derek had never been one to touch anyone for any reason, so clearly Stiles was dying. Or Derek thought he was. He couldn’t think of any other reason why he might be doing that, but again, he had no strength left to even ask.

Stiles didn’t think he was ready for the answer. Or, more appropriately, he knew he wasn’t ready for the brush off.

Stiles half expected Derek to pull straight into the emergency room bay where only the ambulances are supposed to go with the way he was acting, but he found a normal spot. And just like when they got into the car, he rushed around and helped Stiles out. Like being away from Stiles for even the shortest amount of time was too much for Derek to handle. Yeah, Stiles was dying and Derek felt bad for him. There were no other explanations.

He even tried to carry him bridal style again, but Stiles managed to put his foot down.

Well, not literally. But he made it clear that wasn’t happening in front of all these people.

He had some dignity left.

The harsh fluorescents assaulted his eyes worse than the sunlight, and he found, once again, that he needed to slam his eyes shut to keep from hurling all over himself. And Derek.

“Oh my God,” Melissa asked from somewhere nearby. “What happened?”

“Well, my idiot has been sick for the last two days and he didn’t call anyone and now I’m afraid he’s dehydrated and about to pass out.”

Melissa giggled at Derek’s assessment as she ushered them back to what Stiles was sure was a room, but all he could concentrate on was the fact that Derek had said my idiot. My idiot. Like Stiles belonged to him.

Not that Stiles would complain if that were true.

Derek put him down on the bed as soon as the door shut behind them and dimmed the lights, allowing Stiles to open his eyes again. Melissa was already rushing around getting things set up as Derek forced him to lay down. He hadn’t even stopped to put shoes on, so when he pulled the covers up to Stiles’ chin, he couldn’t really protest.

Too much anyway.

“Derek, stop,” he said, pushing his hands away. “I’m not an invalid.”

Derek rolled his eyes and sat down in a chair, pulling it up as close to the side of Stiles’ bed as he could get without actually being in the bed.

“All right, Stiles. You ready?”

He nodded as he felt the coolness from an alcohol prep pad next and then hissed loudly as the IV slid into his arm. No matter how many times he’d been forced to do this, it didn’t get easier. And it should be by now, he reasoned, since hanging out with werewolves had some disadvantages. Not many, but some. If you were unlucky enough to be the only human anyway.

Stiles didn’t miss the way that Derek flinched a little at his pain, though, causing his eyebrows to pull in the middle. He was getting more confused, and more concerned, by the second.

Something was definitely going on.

“Honey, I’m gonna take some blood, give you some fluids, and bring some food. Do you think you can eat?”

Stiles shrugged again, swallowing hard as his mouth filled with saliva. The thought of eating anything made his stomach do a flip, which probably wasn’t a good sign, but he could try. He certainly knew he should try.

“I can give you something to help you sleep, if you wanna do that instead, but we’re gonna have to wake you up in, like, an hour to try to get something in your stomach. Or I’m gonna have to feed you some Ensure.”

Stiles wrinkled his nose. “Like they give old people?”

Melissa nodded. “No. Just knock me out and then wake me up later. I promise I’ll try. But do not give me that shi… stuff.”

It didn’t matter how old he got, cussing in front of Melissa always felt wrong somehow. She just laughed quietly, though, and shook her head as she finished hooking him up to everything, forcing Derek to move only when it was absolutely necessary.

A couple minutes after she pushed something directly into his line, he started to feel sleepy. Like actually sleepy. Not this fitful mess he’d been enjoying for over 48 hours.

And he let his eyes close without a word.

He couldn’t be sure if it had been a few minutes or hours, but when he started to wake back up, he heard Derek’s soft voice beside him. He sounded like he might be talking to someone, but since Stiles’ eyelids were still way too heavy to open, he just listened.

As the grogginess slowly lifted, he noticed Derek was holding his hand. Actually holding his hand. In both of his. His head and, more importantly, his lips were resting next to Stiles’ skin. He could feel Derek’s breath.

Wait, am I dead?

“Does he know yet?” Melissa whispered.

“No,” Derek said, just as quiet.

“When are you gonna tell him?”

“Well, I came back to do that and he was about to pass out. I got distracted,” he explained, exasperation taking over momentarily. “But I guess I knew something was wrong.”

“Of course you did,” Melissa insisted. “He’s your mate.”

Mate?!

Okay, Stiles was definitely dead. Or dreaming. Hopefully dreaming. At least that way he could still wake up.

Melissa didn’t wait for Derek to respond before she asked another question. “Talk to Noah yet?”

“Yeah.”

Once again, Derek lapsed into silence. But it wasn’t long before Melissa got irritated with his lack of information on the topic.

“And?” she huffed.

“He told me he’d kill me if I hurt him.”

She laughed again, still as softly as before. Stiles could hear her walk back to the door, enjoying her little private joke.

“Well, you’re safe,” she said, pausing at the threshold. “We both know you’re not capable of that.”

“Mhmm,” he answered.

“Derek?”

“Yeah?” he asked, moving his head to the side.

And suddenly Stiles had a new thing he hated now. The way Derek sounded asking that one question. It was vulnerable, like Derek’s entire nervous system was on the outside. All exposed and raw. He wanted very much to get out of this bed and protect him, but that didn’t make any sense. Derek didn’t need to be protected. It was Derek.

“You’re gonna be great,” Melissa declared.

And then she left him with that, allowing the door to close behind her without waiting for him to argue.

After a few seconds, Derek cleared his throat. “How, uh, much of that did you hear?”

Stiles forced himself to remain as still and quiet as possible, not even allowing his breathing to pick up. He would give Derek an out.

“I can hear your heartbeat, Stiles,” Derek explained. “I know you’re awake.”

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk. It was his go-to response, sure, but it also seemed to fit the occasion.

“Mate, huh?”

Derek groaned loudly and Stiles opened his eyes slowly. “When did you plan on telling me, Sourwolf?”

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Sciles Week Day 4: Scars

Pairing: Scott/Stiles

Word Count: 12149

Trigger Warnings for mentioned past abuse (no non-con) to Stiles from a former Alpha.

Scott is doing the weekly grocery shopping for his mum when he first picks up the scent. Another werewolf. Although his first reaction is to look around, try and identify them, he reigns it in. Instead, keeping his eyes on the list in his hand, he focused on his sense of smell, letting it guide him. He made his way down the aisle and turned right, passing the next two aisles until he found the source. Keeping his movements slow, he spots what appears to be a boy or young man really, maybe his own age, standing with hunched shoulders staring at the variety of bread.

Now that he’s closer, he can smell that werewolf has likely not showered in days, and his clothes are mess, cuffs of his worn jeans caked in mud, a few leaves caught in the hood of his jumper, and small tears that make Scott think he’s been running, fast and not carefully, through the woods.

Scott’s glad that it’s midweek, and early afternoon, so the shop is relatively quiet. He doesn’t think this new werewolf is a danger, from the way he appears to be trying to make himself small, but the less people around the better just in case.

He pushes his trolley, and he’s not sure if it’s the squeaky wheel or the other werewolf finally catching his scent, but he stiffens and turns slowly towards Scott. Scott can clearly read the fear in his eyes, but before he can say anything, reassure this other boy he’s safe, the other boy flees.

Scott abandons his trolley, gives chase, but for someone so skinny the other wolf can move incredibly fast. He’s gone by the time Scott makes it out the front of the store. Scott’s first instinct is to chase after him, but he knows from history that doing so alone probably won’t be successful.

He pulls out his phone and calls Lydia.

‘Lydia, get Isaac and meet me at the store – I just ran into another werewolf but he ran off into the preserve. I think he needs help.’ He said into the phone before she could even greet him.

He didn’t want to involve the whole pack, but he needed at least one more wolf helping him to track, and Lydia was there to hopefully be able to approach the boy once they found him. There was just something telling him this boy needed help. Lydia pulled up, Isaac in the passenger seat, 15 minutes later.

‘Thanks for coming.’

‘It’s fine. Lydia said there was a werewolf problem?’ Isaac asked, looking around as if he half expected the werewolf in question to just jump out at them.

‘Yeah, but not like a problem problem. More like I think he needs help. He was just standing there, staring at the food like he wasn’t sure what to do. He was young, thin, dirty – ’

‘Dirty?’ Lydia cut in, raising an eyebrow in question, and Scott nodded.

‘His jeans were covered in mud and there were leaves caught in his jumper, he looked like he’d been running, for days maybe – his clothes had tears in them, probably from catching on trees or things as he ran.’ Scott explained. ‘I tried to talk to him, but as soon as he saw me, or maybe smelled me, he froze and his scent – the fear coming off him was stronger than anything I’ve ever smelled before. He ran before I could even try to tell him he was ok.’

‘Are we sure he isn’t a threat? If he’s running from something that’s got him that scared, should we be worrying about that?’ Isaac asked, and Scott shook his head.

‘I’m sure he’s not a threat, there’s something about him – and if whatever he’s running from does make its way here, then we’ll deal with it. The look in his eyes – he’s terrified, we have to help him.’ Lydia and Isaac both looked at him, then nodded.

He leads them slowly through into the preserve - it doesn’t take him long to find a fresh scent. Apparently once he thought he’d lost Scott the other wolf stopped running as fast. Moving as quietly as they can, they continue on until Scott hears rapid breathing - at first he thinks it’s someone panting, but then he hears the whimpers between breaths and he moves quicker until he sees the boy, curled up in feral position in the dirt and leaves beneath a tree.

He softly tells Isaac to stay back, then moves forward cautiously with Lydia.

‘Hello? Are you… are you ok? Can we help you?’ The boy doesn’t answer, just keeps gasping for breath and shaking, burying his head in his hands and pulling at his hair.

‘Scott, I think he’s having a panic attack.’ Lydia says, and Scott turns to look at her, his eyes wide. ‘We need to help him get his breathing under control.’

Scott moves until he’s in front of the boy then gently lowers himself until he’s almost at eye level - or would be if the boy was sitting. He gently puts his hand out, has to fight the urge to flinch when the smell of fear hits him.

‘I promise I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to help. I need you to try and breath with me, try and focus on my breathing and match it. Do you think you can do that?’ There was no response, and Scott would have thought he hadn’t been heard if not for the hands stilling in the other boys’ hair.

‘Keep going Scott.’ The hands moved again, about to pull and Scott instinctively moved one hand to stop them.

‘Hey, hey it’s ok. That’s just Lydia, she’s here to help too. She’s a friend.’

‘No more… wolves…’ the other boy managed to get out between breaths, and Scott’s eyes widened, turning to look at Lydia who just shrugged. Scott turned back to the boy.

‘No, it’s ok, she’s not a werewolf, I promise. But…’ he turned to Isaac. ‘Isaac, can you head back to the others, tell them we found him and we’re helping. I’ll call when I can.’

Isaac looked reluctant but after a moment he nodded then turned and moved swiftly away.

‘There, is that better? Now it’s just you, me and Lydia. No other werewolves.’ The boy was no longer rocking as hard, and Scott was able to gently pry his hands away from his head to get a better look at him.

He’s not as young as Scott thought - definitely around his own age, not a teenager like he’d first thought. His face is pale and thin - too thin, like the rest of him. He has dark bruises around his eyes like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks, only making the paleness of his skin more pronounced, and the moles that are dotted across his face and neck also stand out.

His eyes are still squeezed shut, so Scott doesn’t know what colour they would be, but he is sure they’d be showing the fear that is coming off this boy in waves.

‘You’re ok, we’re going to help you if you let us. My name is Scott, can you tell me your name?’ The boy shook his head and Scott made a soothing sound, not unlike what he’d use on a frightened pet at the vet clinic. ‘That’s ok. You know, you feel really cold, but I think we have a blanket in the car if you want to come - ‘ Scott cut himself off when the boy began to shake.

‘Scott, perhaps you could go and get the blanket and bring it here.’ He heard Lydia suggest and he glanced at her. She was giving him the look that said she’d figured something out and he should listen to her. So he nodded and rose slowly.

‘Ok. Ok, Lydia’s going to stay here with you, I’ll be right back.’ He moved away slowly then turned and ran back to the car.

Lydia moved carefully towards the boy, and took over Scott’s position. When she reached out a hand, he flinched minutely but then visibly seemed to relax. Although it made Scott ache inside to see the boy accept Lydia’s touch when he’d all but rejected his own, but he pushed that away. The important thing right now was the boy allowing them to help him. So Scott made his way back to the cars as quickly as possible, running once he was sure he was out of earshot of the other werewolf. He was about to collect the blanket when he glanced back at the store, and had a thought.

He ran most of the way back to where he’d left Lydia and the boy, only slowing down when he thought the other werewolf would be able to hear him. He made sure to make noise as he approached, and called out to Lydia softly to alert her that it was just him.

When they came in to view, Lydia had seated herself in front of the boy, and was holding his hand. Neither was speaking, but the other boy appeared to have finally opened his eyes. When he looked over at Scott, he saw they were a warm brown clouded by fear. He slowed down even more as he carefully approached them.

‘It’s just me, no one else is with me I promise. Look, I have that blanket for, and – ’ He cut himself off, glancing at Lydia briefly before continuing. ‘I also have some food, in case you were hungry. I think I… interrupted you earlier before you could get your food.’

He came to a stop a few steps away from them, and crouched down slowly. He held out the blanket to Lydia, who leaned to take it, then moved so she could drape it over the other boy’s shoulders. Then Scott began to take items out of the bag he’d been carrying.

‘I wasn’t sure exactly what you liked, but I thought you were looking at these in the shop so I got some.’ Scott held out a packet of croissants. ‘I also got you a couple of things I like, and some of my – friends.’

He caught himself in time to stop himself saying betas. He pulled out a box of pop tarts, a packet of Cheetos and a bunch of bananas. He laid them out on top of the bag, and waited as the boy looked at him, then at the food.

He was so tempted to say something, offer again, make a suggestion, but something told him that pushing him would only make things worse. So instead, he just settled down on his knees and waited. Finally, the boy nodded.

‘Yes? You’d like something to eat?’ Scott asked, and the boy nodded again. Looking at Lydia, he saw her smiling. ‘Ok, would you like the croissants?’ This got him another nod, so Scott picked up the packet and then held it out to Lydia. He was glad he’d handed it to her and not the boy directly when the movement of his arm caused the boy to flinch. He sat back, and watched as Lydia opened the pack, holding it out for the boy to reach in and take one of the croissants.

‘There you go. Well, Scott, I think that was a very good idea you had. Now, don’t worry, if you want more than one you can have more, but I think you should slow down just a little bit – we don’t want you getting sick from eating too quickly.’ Lydia spoke slowly and with a very soothing lilt to her voice, and Scott was so grateful she was part of his pack.

They sat there for twenty minutes or more as the boy ate two croissants, and then a banana at Lydia’s suggestion. When he seemed to be done, Lydia passed the half empty packet of croissants and the banana peel back towards Scott who packed them away into the bag with the other items.

‘Feel a bit better now?’ Lydia asked, and the boy looked at her and nodded, then glanced at Scott.

‘Th – thank you, Alpha.’ The boy whispered, and Scott’s eyebrows raised in surprise, both at the fact he had spoken – and spoken to Scott – and at the formality of his words and his tone. It was like he didn’t want to say the words but thought he had to. He looked at Lydia, who shrugged subtly, then tilted her head towards the boy.

‘Um… you’re welcome.’ He responded, and when the boy didn’t flinch or seem to react negatively in any way, Scott relaxed minutely.

‘Now, I think we should get ourselves out of these woods because when I looked at the forecast earlier I’m sure it said it was going to rain later today, and I don’t know about either of you but I don’t like being caught in the rain – and this skirt is dry clean only.’ Scott held his breath at the teasing tone in Lydia’s voice at the end – it was such a Lydia thing to say, but how would the other boy take it?

Lydia just kept her eyes on the other boy, still holding his hand, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of it. The boy looked up at her, then his eyes darted to Scott and then up at the sky. Scott followed his gaze and sure enough, there were clouds starting to form – dark clouds. When Scott looked back down, the boy was watching Lydia again.

‘No… no werewolves, please.’ His voice sounded better than it had the first time he spoke, but it still sounded as though he hadn’t used it much recently and Scott wished he’d thought to pick up some water at the store. ‘No… no… Stilinski.’

Scott’s eyebrows shot up at the name and he saw Lydia’s do the same, her eyes flicking towards him quickly before settling back on the boy.

‘Stilinski? Do you mean Sheriff Stilinski?’ The boy seemed to freeze at the word Sheriff, looking around. He nodded slowly, but his shoulders hunched in on themselves. ‘No cops.’ He whispered and Scott wasn’t sure if Lydia would hear it.

‘Well, if you want to see Sher – I mean, Mr Stilinski, we can certainly take you to see him. Can I ask… Do you know him?’ The boy shook his head, then looked back at Lydia.

‘My mum.’ He said and Lydia nodded.

‘Ok, your mum knew him.’ The boy nodded, and Lydia smiled. ‘Ok, well how about Scott calls him and asks him to meet us at his house, ok? And…’ Lydia hesitated, looking at Scott before she looked back at the boy.

‘Now, you look like you’ve got a few nasty cuts and bruises, and I know you werewolves all heal up easily and quickly, but I do think we should get someone to look you over – ’

‘No hospitals!’ The boy all but shouted the words at her, but Lydia just blinked.

‘No, no hospitals. We know a nurse, she’s human but she knows about werewolves and she helps look after Scott and his friends and I’m sure she would come to the Sheriff’s house as well, just to check there’s nothing more serious. And she could bring you some clean clothes – the Sheriff won’t have anything that fits you, but I think Melissa will.’

Scott knew she was talking about his mum even before she said her name, but he had to wonder why she hadn’t told the boy about the connection. Also – if his mum was bringing clothes, did Lydia mean hisclothes? Surely the boy would be able to smell him on the clothes and would just freak out?

‘Does that sound ok?’ Lydia asked, and the boy looked between them a few times, contemplating his options, before nodding slowly.

‘Can you – can you call him here? So I can listen?’ The boy asked, and it took Scott a second to realise he meant to call the Sheriff fromhere. He nodded.

‘Of course.’ Scott pulled out his phone, opened it and called the Sheriff’s mobile, hitting the speaker button.

‘Scott?’ He answered, and Scott kept his eyes on the boy, trying to see if there were any signs of recognition to the voice.

‘Hey Sher- Mr Stilinski. Um, Lydia and I were wondering if you could meet us at your place, we need to talk to you about something.’ Scott winced at his own words and saw Lydia turn to roll her eyes at him.

‘Something? Scott, is this another supernaturalthing I need to be worried about?’ The Sheriff asked, whispering the word supernatural.

‘No, no – I mean. Look, it’s not a problem, there’s nothing to be concerned about, no one is – there’s no danger to anyone. But we do have –

‘Sarah.’ The boy spoke up, cutting Scott off. ‘Sarah Stilinski.’

‘Does the name Sarah Stilinski mean anything to you, Sheriff?’ Scott asked, and he heard the Sheriff let out a breath.

‘Yes, she’s a cousin of mine, lives in Michigan, well did last I knew – why? Scott, what’s going on?’ Scott looked at the boy, trying to ask a question silently and he seemed to understand because he nodded.

‘We’re with her son, out in the preserve. I think he needs your help, sir.’ Scott said, watching as the boy closed his eyes, hunched into himself more.

‘Stiles?’ The Sheriff asked, and Scott watched as the boy flinched slightly, before he nodded.

‘Yes, sir, that’s who we’re with.’ Scott said.

‘Where’s Sarah?’ He asked, and Scott didn’t know what to say. But as he watched, the boy shook his head once, and a tear escaped from where he had his eyes squeezed shut.

‘I’m sorry, sir, I think it’s just Stiles now.’ Scott said softly.

‘I had no idea. Ok, Scott. Let me tell Parrish something’s come up and I’ll head home. But Scott, is he – is he ok?’ The Sheriff asked, and Scott hesitated.

‘I don’t know, Sheriff. But he’s here now, and we’ll help. All of us.’ Scott said, and Scott nodded when the boy looked at him.

‘Ok. Ok, I’m leaving now, I’ll be home soon.’ Scott was about to hang up, when he remembered something.

‘Oh – Sheriff? Do you think… any chance you could change into something that’s not your uniform before we get there? Just…’ Scott trailed off, unsure how to explain the request, but the Sheriff just sighed.

‘Of course, Scott. I’ll see you soon.’

‘Thanks, sir.’ Scott hung up, then smiled gently at the boy. ‘Was that ok?’

The boy nodded, then hesitated. ‘The nurse?’

It took Scott a few seconds to realise what the boy – Stiles – was asking. ‘Would you like me to call the nurse now as well?’ Stiles nodded.

Scott hesitated, then looked at Lydia.

‘Stiles – I should have told you – the nurse, Melissa, is Scott’s mum. She’s not a werewolf, that’s true, and she does help us, all the time. But if we ask her to come and help now, we’re asking her as a nurse first, not as Scott’s mum, ok? Lydia told him, her voice just as soothing, and Scott could smell the distress.

‘I’m sorry, Stiles, we didn’t mean to lie to you, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much information.’ Scott said. ‘But we should have told you. I can call my mum, and see if one of her nurse friends can come instead? They won’t know about werewolves but – ’

‘No.’ Stiles said, cutting him off. ‘Just… just call her.’ Stiles seemed deflated now, and Scott hesitated, but he knew Stiles needed to be checked over by someone. So he dialled his mum, thankful that she wasn’t on shift at the moment.

‘Scott? What’s up – don’t tell me you’re still at the store?’ His mum answered, and in any other situation he would have laughed.

‘Mum, no I’m not. Actually, I’ll have to get back to that later. Listen, we need some help, ok? Can you meet us at Mr Stilinski’s house? And bring the first aid kit?’

‘Scott? What happened, are you ok? Is it Isaac? Liam? Lydia?’ His mum was all business now, running through the names of his pack, and he could hear her moving through the house.

‘No, no it’s not – we’re all fine. We have – we have a relative of the Sheriff’s here, and even though he’s like, well me, Lydia and I still think it would be good to have you look him over, just in case.’

‘Like you?’ She questioned.

‘A werewolf, mum.’

‘And he’s hurt?’ She asked, and he thought he could hear her rummaging around in a cupboard. ‘How bad? Anything that’s bleeding more than it should be, or any really deep wounds?’

‘Not that I can see – they mostly look like they’re from running through the preserve, or some other woods.’ She hummed thoughtfully.

‘Ok, so just the basics then. I clean him up, make sure things are all clear for when he heals.’

‘Thanks mum. We’re about to leave the preserve, so we’ll be at the Stilinski’s house soon. Oh – um, he needs some clean clothes mum. Any chance you can grab a few things of mine for him? Until we can organise to get him some of his own?’

‘Sure, let me just pop into your room – ’

‘No! I mean, um I know you were planning on doing some laundry today – any chance any of my stuff is ready? Like, you know, anything that’s completely freshly clean that only you have touched?’ He hoped she got the message – he didn’t want to say it out loud in front of Stiles, but he hoped that if she could grab some clothes that were just out of the machine that only she had handled then any lingering scent of his would be as minimal as possible.

‘Why would that – oh, yeah, ok. Yes, a load just finished in the dryer, I’ll grab some things.’ She said, and he sighed in relief.

‘Thanks mum.’ He said. ‘Love you.’

‘Love you too Scott.’ He hung up, and although the boy had his eyes shut again, he wasn’t as hunched over as he had been before Scott made the call, which he took as a positive sign. Scott pocketed his phone, and slowly stood, picking up the bag. As he watched, Lydia stood and then reached out to help Stiles stand, making sure the blanket stayed wrapped around his shoulders.

He led them out of the preserve, Lydia walking with Stiles to help keep him steady. He let Lydia put Stiles in her car, then slid into his own and followed them to the Sheriff’s house. When they arrived, Scott could see the Sheriff’s car in the driveway. Lydia pulled in behind it, and Scott pulled up on the street. He got out, and watched Lydia help Stiles out of the car and up to the front door, which opened just as they stepped up onto the porch.

Stiles stopped and stared at the Sheriff, then with a gentle nudge from Lydia he started to step forward before he hesitated again. This time, however, his hesitation seemed to be fuelled by Scott, who had just stepped up onto the porch behind them.

‘Um. How about I stay out here – I’ll wait for my mum, then just hang out, out here in case you need me for anything?’ He said, trying his best to sound casual. Stiles hesitated again, then slowly nodded and stepped forward, into the house. Scott knew he’d be able to hear anything that was said, and Stiles had to know that too. But he wouldn’t be there where Stiles could see him, and that seemed to be good enough for Stiles. And even if Scott couldn’t be in there, actively trying to help Stiles, well at least he was out here, making sure nothing and no one was getting near him any time soon.

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When his mum and Lydia stepped out onto the porch a few hours later, Scott was so deep in thought that he nearly jumped when his mum laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and could tell that they had both been crying, or at least trying not to cry – he didn’t blame them, he’d been exactly the same. One thing he was clinging to was that Stiles had been adamant that the abuse had never been sexual, the alpha had never been interested in him like that. It didn’t make the rest of it ok, but at least that was one thing that Stiles hadn’t had to endure.

Still, the things that Stiles had been through – Scott was not a violent person by nature, and he always went out of his way to find a solution that didn’t involve killing but right now, all he wanted to do was find this old alpha of Stiles’ and kill him. Slowly and painfully.

He stood, and was about to say something when he caught himself, indicating towards the cars.

‘Will you come back to mine?’ He asked Lydia, who nodded before she got in her car. He gave his mum a quick hug, then gave the Sheriff’s house a last long look before he hopped into his own car and headed home.

Once there, he found not only Lydia, but Isaac, Malia, Liam, Kira, Mason and Corey.

‘Look, I’m not sure exactly what Isaac told you, but yes we found a beta in the preserve today, and yes he’s running from something, or someone specifically – his old alpha. But he’s not running because he didsomething, ok?’ Scott told them, and they all nodded. He could tell from the look on Isaac’s face that the other boy probably had a good idea of what Stiles was running from. Isaac caught his eye, and he nodded slightly, watching as Isaac’s shoulders slumped.

‘Scott’s right. Stiles – the beta – he’s been through a lot, and what he needs now is somewhere he can feel safe, and eventually people he can trust – and hopefully that will be us. But he definitely needs space, so we’re not going to try and crowd him, he’s going to meet us all, but slowly. For now, I’m planning on going back to see him after school each day this week, just spend some time with him, and Melissa is going to check on him when she can, especially if the Sheriff has to be at the station. None of us are werewolves, so he seems fairly ok with us. In a week or so, I’ll broach the topic of maybe bringing one of you along to meet – but only one. Too many new things or people at once will just overwhelm him.’ Lydia explained to the pack, and Scott didn’t think he’d ever been more grateful to have her in his pack.

‘What about Scott?’ Liam asked, glancing up at his alpha.

‘That’s… complicated.’ Scott settled on. ‘He’s met me, but not only am I another werewolf, I’m an alpha so I’m going to be keeping my distance for now. He needs time to settle in, to feel safe and if I remind him of his old alpha, my being around him isn’t going to help.’

‘But, you’re nothing like what his alpha must be like!’ Liam protested, and Scott gave his beta a small smile.

‘Thank you, Liam but it’s not about that. It’s just the simple presence of an alpha. Your instincts tell you that alpha means safety, right?’ He asked, mostly knowing this was true but always having a small bit of doubt in himself. Liam nodded. ‘Stiles’ instincts don’t. He needs time to process that, to…’

‘Heal, and then learn to live with it.’ Isaac cut in, and Scott looked at his friend, nodding. He knew Isaac would understand, although he wished, as he frequently did, that he didn’t.

‘So, Lydia will decide, with Stiles, who to introduce him to first, how quickly, things like that. But when you meet Stiles, one thing I need you to remember – do not ask him about what happened. If he wants to tell you, wants to talk about it, he will. If he doesn’t, then you don’t ask. Got it?’ Scott asked, waiting until his pack all nodded at him.

Although the younger members of the pack didn’t know everything Isaac had been through, they all knew he’d been living with Scott and his mum for over a year after his dad was killed and that Isaac had briefly been a suspect. And the rumours for why he’d been a suspect that still occasionally popped up at school. So they understood what Scott meant about not asking Stiles about what happened – Liam had asked Scott once, about Isaac. And all Scott had told him was no one should go through what Isaac had to go through, and that he was never to ask Isaac about it – if Isaac chose to tell him, or any of the others, that was his choice.

They did ask Scott if there was anything else they could do, and he shook his head before Lydia piped up.

‘Actually, Mason – tomorrow, before I go see Stiles, I need to go shopping. You’re about the same size as him, physically, so you’re going to come with me.’ She told the human boy, who just stared at her. ‘I may be an excellent judge of size when it comes to clothing, but it’s always better to have something to measure against. Bring Corey, if you must – actually, he’s about the same colouring as Stiles too so I can see what colours will work for him.’

The boys in the pack all just stared at her, and she shrugged.

‘He needs more clothes, and it will be good for him to have something that’s his instead of borrowed – not too many things, when he’s up for it I’ll take him out so he can actually pick some things for himself. But for now, this will work. And… this way, they won’t really smell of anyone else.’ Lydia tacked on, and Scott nodded in understanding. That was Lydia, always thinking of things no one else would.

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The next few weeks passed both slowly and incredibly quickly. Days at school seemed to pass by in a blur (which was a little concerning with it being Scott’s final year of high school). But after school, knowing Lydia, and then slowly other members of his pack, were with Stiles – time seemed to slow to nearly a stop. Even when Scott had other things to occupy his time, like working or homework or visiting his mum he would count down the minutes until Isaac was home and he could hear how Stiles was progressing. Surprisingly, despite being a werewolf, Isaac had been the first member of the pack Lydia had taken to introduce to Stiles – though Scott thought it had something to do with their similar histories.

He didn’t know if she had told Stiles that or how she’d gotten him to agree to it but apparently it was helping – Lydia told him that the fifth day of going over with her, Isaac had asked if he could speak to Stiles alone and Stiles, after a brief moment of panic, had allowed it. They’d apparently spoke for over an hour, and when Lydia had been allowed back in there had been a difference to the way Stiles carried himself – not a major difference, he wasn’t suddenly a new person, but he seemed just a little bit more settled in himself, a little less likely to shrink in on himself when he said something he thought he shouldn’t.

Scott saw a difference in Isaac too – for the first time since Allison had died, sacrificing herself to stop the nogitsune possessing her – Isaac seemed to be getting back to his old self. He was starting to snark a little more, which had surprised Liam greatly the first time it was aimed at him. He had spoken about trying to convince Coach to let him onto the cross country team late so that he could maybe be on the lacrosse team again. And he was starting to smile more – not often, but they were real smiles. It seemed like having someone to help, and someone he understood in a way no one else did, was helping Isaac.

Next to meet Stiles had been Kira – chosen both because she was not a werewolf, and because she was a girl. Since most of Stiles’ previous pack had been males, Scott thought this was a wise move, to try to balance out the ratio for Stiles as he met the rest of the pack. They had hit it off once Stiles realised she was a Star Wars fan. Mason had been next, and Stiles had apparently been incredibly surprised to learn there was a human in their pack. Lydia said that Stiles had been a little overwhelmed at first, mostly by Mason’s propensity to talk and talk about things that excited him but seemed to get passed that very quickly.

Despite Mason being one of the newest members of the pack, Stiles was constantly asking him questions about different creatures they’d come across and what he knew about the supernatural (except for werewolves) and Mason was only too happy to have someone to listen to him. It seemed Stiles was very much like Scott had been as a new werewolf – completely unaware of anything supernatural, and now he was trying to make up for it.

Corey had been next, mostly by virtue of being Mason’s boyfriend and unable to spend that much time apart, but given his extremely quiet nature his introduction seemed to go pretty unremarked. Mostly he was content to just sit with them while they talked, and occasionally provide a few bits of information about chimeras, at least from his perspective.

Malia had been next, and that had been a tricky one to navigate as she’d understood the need to be careful around him but was still rather blunt and often unable to censor herself. Thankfully, Lydia’s introduction had included the titbit that Malia had lived as a coyote for nearly eight years and that had caught Stiles’ attention so their first meeting had involved a lot of questions about her life as a coyote (from both Stiles and Mason who had always wanted to ask but never thought he could).

Finally, it was Liam’s turn. Scott knew that Liam had been worried about this, worried that he was going to say the wrong thing or mess up somehow. So the day before Lydia was taking him over to the Sheriff’s house to meet Stiles, Scott invited him over to talk.

‘I know you’re worried about meeting him.’ Scott said, and Liam looked down at his hands.

‘I just – I don’t know how to act. What if I say the wrong thing or – ’

‘Just watch the others, let Stiles lead the conversation and pay attention to how the others speak to him, move around him.’

‘I just don’t want to make things worse, it sounds like he’s been through so much – ’

‘So have you, Liam. Maybe not in the same way, and I’m not diminishing what Stiles has been through, not at all. But never forget that you, that we all, have been through a lot. We all carry scars.’

‘We don’t scar anymore, we heal. Like, really quickly.’ Liam said, confused, and Scott smiled.

‘I don’t mean the scars you can see. The invisible scars. The ones no one can see, the ones we often forget about ourselves. I know they say ‘well someone out there has it worse than you’ and yeah, they’re probably right. But that doesn’t mean what you went through didn’t suckand didn’t leave its mark on you. It doesn’t mean it didn’t change you. And I don’t think Stiles is the kind of person who would look at you and think ‘well you didn’t have it as bad as me so you can’t be upset’.’

Liam nodded slowly, understanding but unsure why Scott was telling him this now.

‘So, I think what you need to remember when you meet Stiles is, think about how you felt after the beserkers, or the dead pool – did you want to talk about those things with anyone? Or with everyone? No, none of us did, not really – so we waited until we were ready. And when one of us was ready, the others listened.’ Scott explained, and Liam nodded again, understanding better. He still didn’t like to talk about that time, although he knew that Scott or any of the others would listen if he did. And now he knew what Scott meant.

All he needed to do was be willing to listen to Stiles. So that’s what he did.

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Nearly three months after finding Stiles, Lydia came to Scott at lunch one day, when the rest of the pack were suspiciously absent, and told him Stiles was ready to meet him again. Scott nearly choked on his drink – Lydia would wait to tell him until he’d taken a sip.

‘What? Really? I mean… ok, wow. Are you sure? Is hesure? When?’ Scott asked, firing the questions off rapidly until Lydia held up her hand.

‘Yes. This afternoon. You rode the bike, yes?’ She asked, and he nodded.

‘Ok, well give the keys to Isaac, you’re coming with me and the rest of the pack will come over a bit later. Isaac can bring the bike since he got a lift with Kira today.’ She explained, and he wanted to ask more questions, but he bit his tongue – literally. He bit his tongue to stop himself. He just nodded.

‘Ok. Do I need to, I don’t know – ’ Lydia smiled at him.

‘Just be yourself, Scott. I know you’ve been helping the others, especially Liam before he met Stiles. So you know what to do, and honestly, he’s come a long way since we first found him. You’ll be surprised.

And he was.

He followed Lydia into the Sheriff’s house after school that day, and Stiles was sitting in the living room waiting for them. Lydia waltzed right in, dropping down onto the sofa beside Stiles, who smiled at her. Scott paused in the doorway – he’d never seen Stiles smile before, it was… breathtaking. Scott was overcome by the intense need to always keep Stiles smiling that.

When he moved again, stepping into the room, Stiles’ head turned in his direction, and the smiled dimmed, though Scott was grateful it didn’t disappear altogether. He watched as Lydia took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Scott looked around, then sat down in a seat diagonally opposite the sofa, where Stiles and Lydia could easily see him.

‘Hi Stiles.’ Scott said softly, and after a moment Stiles nodded.

‘Hello Alph – Scott. Hello Scott.’ Stiles corrected himself, repeating his greeting with a small nod for himself. Scott smiled.

‘So, Stiles… how’s it been, living with the Sheriff?’ He asked, hoping it was a neutral enough topic to start them off, and he was relieved when Stiles kept smiling.

‘It’s been good. I met him a few times when I was really young, but I hadn’t seen him in a long time before I – before I got here. But he’s been good to me, letting me stay here.’

‘That’s good, I mean that it’s been good. He’s a good man.’ Scott said, internally rolling his eyes at himself.

The next few visits with Stiles went about the same, some basic small talk, maybe a few little anecdotes from Stiles about living with the Sheriff. They always started with just Scott, Stiles and Lydia, with the rest of the pack joining them after a little while. Then, finally, after about five visits, Stiles seemed to be comfortable enough with Scott to start opening up more.

‘He’s been taking me into the station sometimes – get me out of the house, he says. But – um, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to really tell anyone this.’ He paused, and looked at Lydia, who rolled her eyes fondly.

‘Oh, he won’t mind, and Scott’s not going to tell anyone, I promise.’

‘He’s been letting me look at some of the cases with him, none of the really serious ones or anything, like vandalism, theft, things like that. Asking me what I think, things like that.’

‘That sounds interesting.’ Scott commented, glad when it got a slightly bigger smile out of Stiles.

‘It is. Looking at the evidence, trying to find patterns, figure it out. I like it.’

‘I’m glad.’

‘And, the Sheriff and I have been talking, well and Lydia too, and…’ Stiles trailed off, looking at Lydia.

‘We think it’s nearly time to get Stiles enrolled in Beacon Hills High. We’ve been doing some studying, catching him up on a few things he missed, but he’s not really as far behind as he thinks he is – certainly not as far behind as Malia was, and look where she is now.’ Lydia said, giving Stiles a smile.

Scott smiled too, happier than he would have thought at seeing the progress Stiles had made. He was definitely a world away from the boy Scott had first met in the preserve months ago.

‘Well, it will be great to have you at school Stiles. And really, if Lydia says you’re ready and up to date, then you’re ready and up to date. Trust me, most of us, not just Malia, rely on her to help us pass.’ Scott was shocked when Stiles actually laughed at that, then he started laughing too. Before either of them, or Lydia, could say anything else, the front door opened and the rest of the pack spilled in, coming to a stop in the doorway of the living room taking in the sight of Scott and Stiles laughing, Lydia smiling at them while she rolled her eyes.

‘What’s so funny?’ Malia asked, settling in to the seat next to Scott’s when Kira score the last spot on the couch.

‘Scott was just telling Stiles how you all would be failing high school without me.’ Lydia said, putting on a lofty voice as she spoke. Malia just shrugged.

‘Yeah, and?’ She asked, not quite getting the joke, which just sent the rest of them off.

Scott looked around as he laughed, and he caught Stiles’ eye. Stiles gave him a quick grin, and Scott was incredibly happy at the small moment, and the fact that Stiles didn’t just turn away from him immediately. He let himself settle into the chair, relaxing into the conversation with his pack, but mostly content to just sit and listen to them all talk and laugh.

That meeting set the tone going forward, like a small, but important dam, had been broken. Scott still never went to see Stiles on his own, but sometimes it was just him and Isaac and Stiles, or him and Mason and Corey and Stiles. He could tell that Stiles would still get nervous if there were only three of them and the third person went to go get something, or was ready to leave – whenever they just wanted an extra drink or snacks, Scott always jumped up and offered to go get them, or decided he was also ready to leave.

But Stiles was starting to initiate conversations with him now, a month after their first meeting. The first time, Scott was nearly stunned into silence when Stiles turned to him and asked what his favourite class was at school.

Of course, Stiles then went on to ask everyone else the same question (understandably, since he was due to start in a week at BHHS), but he’d asked Scott first.

Then, the next time Scott was over, he asked Scott about his work at the clinic, listening as Scott told him his favourite parts of working for Deaton (the dogs, always the dogs).

Then Stiles didn’t talk to him at all for two visits, steadfastly ignoring him, pretending he didn’t hear questions posed by Scott or giving a simple nod or shake of the head, and Scott wasn’t sure why.

Then it was like that had never happened, and Stiles was back to talking to him, asking him questions, occasionally smiling at him. When he asked Lydia what she thought it meant, if Stiles hated him or something, she just looked at him sadly.

‘He likes you Scott, he does – but sometimes I think he doesn’t want to. It… it scares him, that he likes you, that he’s starting to trust you.’

‘Because I’m an alpha?’ Scott asked, coming to the realisation. Lydia nodded.

‘I think he knows, intellectually, that you’re nothing like the other one, that you’re a good person, a good alpha and friend and leader. But intellect means little when you’ve been through what Stiles has. Sometimes that fear rears its head and he can’t do anything to stop it. But the fact that he didn’t ask you to stay away, or ask one of us to ask you, I think that means a lot.’

Scott nodded, and she gave him a smile, laid her hand on his arm.

‘I know you want to help him, Scott. And I know you’re really starting to care about him. So just remember that, if it happens again. At least he still wants you there.’

Scott smiled back, and the next time it happened two weeks later, and the time after that, he remembered those words.

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Nearly six months had passed since the day Stiles arrived in Beacon Hills when Scott got the call. He and the pack were gathered at Lydia’s house, the seniors pouring over Lydia’s chemistry notes while she helped the sophomores with their maths. Scott was about to ask Stiles a question (he was now second only to Lydia when it came to chemistry and maths) when his phone started ringing.

He pulled it out of his pocket, eyebrows raising when he saw Derek’s name on the screen.

‘Derek? What’s up?’ He asked, pulling the attention of most of his pack, bar Stiles and the puppies as Stiles had nicknamed the younger trio.

‘Hey Scott. Look, it might not be anything, but I wanted to give you a heads up.’ Derek said, and Scott was becoming confused. He gave Lydia a look to keep working with Liam and the others, then moved from the room.

‘A heads up? On what?’ He asked quietly.

‘Braeden and I have been travelling around, looking for other packs, just to see what’s going on, trying to make some connections, you know allies that sort of thing. And we just met a pack in Wyoming, they told us their Alpha just left like a day ago to look for one of their betas who went missing.’ Derek told him.

‘Yeah, ok, so?’ He asked, not getting what Derek was trying to tell him.

‘Well, they were all pretty hesitant to talk to us, but when I mentioned my mum, one of them had heard of her when she was younger and when we were getting ready to leave, she slipped us a note, to meet her at a diner in the next town over. When we met with her, she told us that the beta isn’t missing, he ran away. Their alpha turned him nearly two years ago, wooed him and convinced him to accept the bite right after his parents died when he was vulnerable, and has been abusing him ever since. Six months ago, the beta took off, and the alpha has been looking for him ever since. Five days ago, he remembered that the boy used his mother’s maiden name until she remarried – when they met, he was using his stepfather’s surname. He finally remembered the boy telling him his name, well nickname, came from the mother’s original surname.’

‘Why are you telling me all this, Derek?’ Scott asked, getting impatient.

‘Well once the alpha had the surname, he remembered the mother had had a cousin, who lived in – ’

‘Beacon Hills.’ Scott finished for him, his stomach dropping. ‘Derek, was the beta’s nickname?’

‘Uh… Stills? Something like that. Apparently the cousin was Stilinski.’

‘Stiles.’ Scott breathed out.

‘Yeah, that was it – wait, how did you know that?’ Derek asked. ‘Have you met him? Scott, his alpha is tracking him to Beacon Hills as we speak. This beta told us he’ll do whatever it takes to get this Stiles back.’

‘Yeah, I figured that, thanks. And yes, we know Stiles. Thanks for the heads up, Derek, we’ll take care of it.’

‘Scott, seriously – he’s apparently a very one-track mind sort of alpha and he thinks Stiles belongs to him. Think Peter but more possessive over people, not wealth. Just as crazy by the sound of it, though.’

‘Yeah, I already knew that. Don’t worry, we’ll deal with it. I’ll deal with it.’ Scott said, a tone of finality in his voice.

‘Ok. Just, I mean if you want, Braeden and I can be there in two days.’

‘No, it sounds like this guys’ got a head start on you anyway, by the time you get here, hopefully it will have been sorted. I gotta go warn the others, but thanks for the call.’

‘Any time. Good luck, Scott.’

Scott hung up the phone, and pocketed it, turning to find Stiles standing behind him, looking like he’d seen a ghost. Scott raced forward, but stopped just short of touching him.

‘He’s coming here?’ Stiles questioned, his voice sounding blank – almost like he did the day they first found him.

‘Yes, but don’t worry, Stiles, I won’t – we won’t let him hurt you.’

‘You can’t stop him, you can’t, he won’t – I have to leave. He found me.’ Stiles was starting to panic, his body shaking.

‘Hey, Stiles, it’s ok, calm down, come on – you don’t have to leave, I promise you we’ll keep you safe.’ Isaac and Lydia appeared behind Stiles, their eyes wide as they took in the scene.

‘What – ’

‘He’s coming. I have to leave, I can’t go back.’ Stiles said, and Scott reached out, pulling the beta in to his chest, wrapping his arms around him.

‘Shh, Stiles it’s ok. You never have to go back, you never have to do anything you don’t want again.’ He rubbed one hand up and down Stiles back, continuing to whisper into his ear. Isaac and Lydia stepped closer, each reaching out to put a hand on Stiles shoulder in comfort.

‘Scott is right, Stiles. You never have to go back there, and we won’t let him hurt you. You have all of us now, you have a new pack and we take care of our pack.’ Isaac said softly.

‘My pack… my pack didn’t…’ Stiles tried to speak through his tears and the shaking that still wracked his body.

‘We know they didn’t look out for you like they should have Stiles. None of them did, and they should. But we will.’ Lydia said.

They stood there like that, taking it in turns to whisper to him, maintaining contact until he started to calm, his body eventually stilling as he remained in Scott’s arms.

‘Do you trust us, Stiles?’ Lydia asked, and Scott inhaled sharply – it was the first time anyone had asked him that. He pulled himself away from Scott, not completely out of his hold, but enough to turn to look first at Isaac, then Lydia. He looked back up at Scott, then back at Lydia and nodded slowly. ‘Then please trust us when we say we will protect you, and we will stop that sorry excuse for an alpha.’

The derision in her voice as she said the word alpha was more than clear, and Scott was glad she’d never aimed that derision his way.

Stiles looked between them all slowly, holding eye contact with each one before he slowly nodded. Then he pulled away from Scott, and turned to Lydia.

‘I think I’m ready to go now. I’m going to call Uncle Noah and ask him to come get me.’ He told her.

‘Are you sure? You can stay here tonight if you’d like.’ Lydia offered, but Stiles just shook his head.

‘No, I think I want to go home.’ He said softly, and Lydia nodded.

‘Ok.’ Stiles wandered back to the other room to get his phone, calling his uncle to come and collect him. Scott quickly filled Isaac and Lydia in on what had happened.

‘Fill the others in for me, ok? Then tell them to head home, get some sleep. If he left a day ago, he’ll be here by tomorrow at the latest. And we need to be prepared for a fight.’

‘Where are you going?’ Isaac asked, and Scott looked at him.

‘To watch over Stiles.’

‘You think the alpha is already here?’ Lydia asked, and Scott shook his head.

‘No, I mean maybe but that’s not why. His first instinct was to run, which I can understand. But…’

‘But you still think he might try to?’ Lydia finished for him, and he nodded.

‘It’s like you said Lydia – he trusts us, but the fear is still there. And I’m just worried the fear will win out before we can deal with the alpha.’ Scott said, and Lydia looked over her shoulder to the room where Stiles was talking to his uncle, then back at Scott.

‘I get it. Look after him, and if he does try to leave, tell him I’m gonna kick his ass for trying to leave without saying goodbye.’ She said, trying to joke to cover up how hurt she would be if he did try to leave without saying anything.

‘I will. Uh, if anyone asks, my mum called, yeah?’ Lydia raised an eyebrow, but nodded. He gave her a smile, then left, to head off Stiles and Sheriff.

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Scott watched from his spot across the street as the Sheriff and Stiles pulled up. He wasn’t sure if Stiles would have told the Sheriff what had happened, but just in case Scott had sent the older man a text telling him to keep an eye on Stiles tonight.

He sat and listened – not listening in per se, just keeping an ear out – as the Sheriff and Stiles moved around the house, talked a little about their days, then bid each other goodnight. Scott waited nearly three hours in the dark, and cold, but then, just as he suspected, an hour after the Sheriff had finally drifted off to sleep, Scott heard movement in the house.

He focused in on the sound, and followed it as Stiles moved down the stairs quietly, then he opened the front door and slipped out. Scott moved from his spot, meeting Stiles in the middle of the street.

‘Stiles.’ He said softly, but the beta still jumped, whirling around to face him.

‘Scott. What are you doing here?’ He asked, eyes darting around, though Scott wasn’t sure if he expected the rest of Scott’s pack to show up, or his former alpha.

‘Trying to stop you from doing… exactly what you’re doing.’ Scott replied, and Stiles’ shoulders slumped.

‘I have to, Scott. Who knows when he’ll get here, I need to – ’

‘You don’t need to, Stiles. We meant what we said, Stiles. We’re going to protect you – you’re part of our pack now, and we protect each other. We’ll protect you, we want to protect you.’

‘Why, Scott? Why would any of you want to put yourselves in danger to protect me?’ Stiles demanded, and Scott’s heart broke at the question.

‘Because we think you’re worth it.’ He answered, and Stiles stared at him.

‘I’m not.’ He whispered.

‘You really should listen to him, Scott. He’s not worth it.’ Stiles froze, his face draining of colour and Scott turned towards the voice. The man walking towards them was tall and lanky, thin really. But there was something in his face, a look in his eyes that Scott had seen before – in Peter, in Ennis, in Kali. It was a look of disdain, hatred, superiority.

‘Jason.’ Stiles whispered, and Scott looked back to him, where he was still frozen.

‘Hello Stiles. I’ve been looking for you, for a long time. You just left, not a word. And look at this, I find you and you’re doing the same thing again, to your… new alpha?’ The other alpha asked with a sneer. Stiles shook his head, but couldn’t seem to speak.

‘Leave him alone. You’re not welcome here, and Stiles is not going anywhere with you. I suggest you leave before I make you leave.’ Scott told him, moving himself so he stood between Stiles and this Jason.

‘Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Scott. Stiles is part of my pack, no matter what you and he seem to have been doing since he took off. He belongs to me, and I will be taking him with me.’

‘He’s not a piece of property, you don’t ownhim – you don’t own anyone.’ Scott shot back, watching the way the other alpha moved. He was moving carefully, stalking towards them until suddenly he lunged at Scott.

Scott ducked to the side, swiping out with his claws, catching the other alpha in the side. Jason recovered quickly, spinning back around, arm out to try and swipe Scott. Scott caught his arm, yanking him close, twisting his arm up and around to his back. He dug the claws from his other hand into Jason’s back, forcing him to stand still.

‘Scott, wait!’ Stiles’ voice took him by surprise, and, bringing Jason with him, he turned to face Stiles. ‘I don’t want you to kill him. You don’t kill people, and I don’t want you to start because of me.’

Scott stared at Stiles, and the other just stared at him. Scott nodded, and slowly pulled his claws out, then released Jason’s arm, shoving him to the side.

Before Scott could say anything, Jason surged forward towards Stiles.

‘Stiles!’ Scott moved, but Stiles kicked out at Jason, then threw up a hand at Scott to stop him.

‘No, Scott. Please, let me do this.’ Stiles asked, and Scott paused, watching him. He looked between Stiles and Jason, who was watching them with interest, then he nodded. He took a small step back, and let Stiles focus.

‘So brave, Stiles. But foolish.’ Jason lunged again, claws out, but Stiles moved, turning away from the incoming attack and then spinning back in to appear at Jason’s back, scraping his claws across Jason’s back, then punctuating that with a kick to Jason’s knee. Jason went down from the force and rolled with it, coming out of the roll on his knees, fangs bared and eyes flashing red.

He leapt up, and while Stiles threw out his arms to deflect him, Jason managed to land a swipe on Stiles’ shoulder, then as Stiles corrected his stance, Jason kicked out, catching Stiles in the stomach. Stiles stumbled back, then caught himself. He stood, then raced forward, taking the lead in the fight for the first time. He feinted to the right, then ducked to the left to land a punch to Jason’s ribs, and another on Jason’s jaw. Then he kicked in the knee again, and when Jason went down, Stiles caught him by his shirt and brought a knee up to Jason’s groin. Scott winced in automatic male sympathy at the move, then grinned with pride.

Stiles landed one final kick to Jason’s torso, sending him sprawling across the road. Stiles moved to stand over the other alpha, and after putting his foot on his chest, he leaned over. He was quiet, but Scott could still hear what he was saying.

‘I am not worthless, Jason. I have never been worthless, and I have never deserved any of the things you did to me. I deserve to be happy, to have people who love me, and I will do more with my life than be a punching bag for you. I have a new pack here, and our pack looks after each other. Don’t come back.’

Stiles stepped away, then turned his back on his former alpha and walked towards Scott. Scott was about to speak, but then two things happened at once. He heard a car racing up the road from his left, and he glanced in that direction before movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked back to see Jason had stood and was racing at Stiles, claws out.

Scott opened his mouth to yell, reached out to grab for Stiles when a gunshot sounded and Jason fell.

Stiles spun around in shock, looking at Jason on the ground, then looking around. Scott looked too, and then saw the car he’d heard. It had come to a stop nearly twenty feet away. The front door was open, and when it closed Scott saw someone step out from behind it that he hadn’t seen in months.

‘Chris?’ He asked, looking at Allison’s father. The older man looked over at Scott and smiled, nodding in greeting.

‘Scott.’

‘Scott? What’s going on?’ Stiles asked, looking between them and the body in the road.

‘Stiles, this is Chris Argent, he’s an old friend. Chris, what are you doing here?’

‘Derek called, told me about this violent alpha that was heading to town, asked if I was close. I was only a couple of hours away chasing a lead on Kate, so I took a detour, and looks like I made the right choice. This is the alpha, right?’

Scott nodded, but before he could say anything else, the door to the Stilinski house opened and the Sheriff came running out, service weapon in hand. Then he spotted Scott, Stiles and Chris, and the body on the ground, lowered his weapon and sighed.

Scott looked over at Chris, and then back at the Sheriff.

‘We can explain.’

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They were able to explain, and Chris had an easy, believable cover story for the Sheriff to use (all they needed was one of his spare knives and an old gun which they put in Jason’s hands and voila, a good reason for Chris to have shot). But when Scott noticed Stiles starting to shake as the adrenaline wore off, he called Lydia and asked her to come and stay with Stiles. The other boy had been unable to meet his eye since the Sheriff had come out, and Scott wondered if he’d pushed too hard.

Lydia had arrived, and after Scott and Stiles had given their ‘statements’ to Deputy Parrish, Lydia took Stiles inside and Scott headed home.

The next day, just after his mum left for her shift at the hospital, a knock sounded on the front door and Scott ran down the stairs to answer. He wasn’t sure who it would be since the only people who tended to come over were the pack, and none of them knocked any more.

He opened the door and was surprised to find Stiles standing on the other side. Looking behind him, he saw Lydia wave from her car before pulling away from the kerb.

‘Uh, hey Stiles. How – how are you going?’ He asked, stepping to the side to let the other boy inside.

Stiles stepped inside and looked around – it was the first time he’d been to the McCall house.

‘Hi Scott.’ He said, turning back to him. ‘Um, is Isaac home?’

Scott tried to hide his disappointment – of course Stiles was looking for Isaac, not him. He shook his head.

‘No, he’s not. He’s got a meeting for a group project, he’ll be home later though.’

‘Oh, no I meant – I’m here to talk to you. But I’d rather do it just the two of us, so I was just checking.’ Stiles stopped, closed his eyes. ‘Sorry, I’m not making sense. I want to talk to you, and I just wanted to make sure we were alone first.’

Scott nodded, unsure where Stiles was heading with this – but also felt a small flutter of hope that Stiles wasn’t just willingto be alone with him, but wanted to be alone with him.

‘Of course. Well, yeah, it’s just us. Mum’s at work. Um, do you wanna go sit in the living room?’ He asked, and Stiles nodded so Scott led him over to the couch.

‘So. Ok, so when I first got here, you know I didn’t really want to be around you, right? Because of what… of what Jason had done. Then eventually we got to know each other, and I sort of got the impression that you liked me – I mean, more than just a friend or part of the pack. But the thing is, when we met I was completely helpless, like this sad little puppy you get at the clinic that you want to cuddle and fix and that’s not what I am, Scott.’ Stiles looked up at him, and Scott sighed.

‘You’re right. About all of it, in a way. When I first met you, I wanted to help you - you looked so alone, and afraid. I wanted to make you feel safe. But then you finally started to settle in, you started to smile and laugh and I got to know you, the real you not just that scared beta in the preserve. And then last night you stood up for yourself. You showed him that you’re not that scared beta anymore, that you’re strong and independent and more than capable of looking after yourself. That’s who I fell in love with. So yes, I still want to make you feel safe, and loved but I also know you can look after yourself. This isn’t about saving you, Stiles. It’s about loving you.’

‘I didn’t want to love you. In fact, I fought it for a long time. It made me feel weak, falling for another alpha. I knew you weren’t like him, but it still made me feel like I wasn’t enough, that falling in love with another alpha just proved what he’d said about me being useless.

‘I know you made yourself scarce at first. Well, mostly – I knew you were out there sometimes, watching the house. But you let Lydia introduce me to the betas one by one, and I knew that when they were spending time with me and Lydia it meant you were on your own, without your pack. But you still stayed away, didn’t push to come inside or join in because it’s what you thought I needed, wanted. And then when you did come around, you were so careful, no sudden movements, always staying where I could see you. Letting me lead conversations, make decisions. And part of me worried it was an act, even though I knew it wasn’t.

‘Then last night, when I asked you - told you - to stop fighting for me, you did. I could tell you didn’t want to, but you did. You stepped back and let me do what I needed to do, for myself. To prove to myself that I could. When that shot rang out, and Jason dropped dead, I thought for a second that you hadn’t really believed I could do, that you’d just pretended to let me deal with him until your friend arrived.’

‘I didn’t!’ Scott interjected, and Stiles nodded.

‘I know that now. I spoke to Lydia last night, and then Christ came by this morning to see Noah. And that was when I finally knew, or I guess let myself believe, fully, that all those things I’d seen in you, they were real. That’s who you are. You’re never going to push me for something I don’t want, or I’m not ready for. You’re never going to make me feel like I’m less, or weak or useless. And now I know that I’m not – last night I proved that to myself.’ Stiles told him, giving him a small smile. There was a lull then, a silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Scott thought about what Stiles was saying, and it made him think back to his conversation with Liam, before Liam had met Stiles for the first time.

‘You know, I told Liam once that not all scars are visible – in fact, we don’t get visible scars anymore, as werewolves. Because we heal, some people start to think that nothing can hurt us, not really. But it’s those scars that aren’tvisible that are the worst. Because they’re so easy to overlook, to ignore even as they become so ingrained in who we are. But you chose not to do that. You chose to fight back against what was causing them, first when you left then when you stood up and fought for yourself last night. You might always carry those scars, but they don’t define you Stiles. And it sounds like you’re starting to see that.’

Stiles cocked his head as he considered this, then nodded.

‘You’re right. It’s a part of me, it always will be. But it’s not who I am. It’s not who I want to be, who I choose to be.’

‘So, who do you choose to be?’ Scott asked softly, and Stiles looked down at his hands where they lay intwined in his lap, then back up at Scott.

‘I choose to be… me. Happy. Pack.’ He paused, a small smiled gracing his lips. ‘Yours?’

Scott stared at him, not sure if he’d heard him correctly. Then Stiles’ smile fell and he started to back away.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry that was totally inappropriate – ’

‘You can be mine only if I can be yours.’ Scott said in a rush, and Stiles froze, looked at him.

‘Do you mean it?’ He asked in a whisper, and Scott nodded.

‘I mean it. I don’t know if I’ve ever meant anything more. But… if we’re going to do this can you promise me one thing?’ Stiles looked wary now, like he didn’t want to blindly promise anything. ‘If I ever do anythingto make you uncomfortable, or scared or unhappy – will you tell me? Or, if you don’t think you can tell me, tell someone, like Lydia or Isaac or – ’

Stiles laughed then, and Scott stopped, looking at him.

‘The fact that you want me to promise that is why I don’t think you ever will do anything like that.’ Stiles told him. Scott smiled at him, but then spoke again.

‘Still. Will you promise me? Please?’ He asked again, and Stiles looked at him, considering, then he nodded slowly.

‘Ok. I promise.’ Scott nodded back, and while he hoped it was never necessary he still hoped that Stiles would live up to this promise if it was. He was comforted by the knowledge, however, that if any members of his pack ever found out he’d done something they wouldn’t hesitate to say something to him.

‘Thank you.’ He said, and Stiles smiled at him.

‘Can you promise me something in return?’ Stiles asked him, and Scott sat up straight, nodding vigorously. ‘Promise me… that you’re going to kiss me in the next twenty seconds?’

Scott’s mouth dropped open at the request, his brain short circuiting. Then Stiles started laughing at him, and Scott knew, as he had the first time he heard that sound, that he would do anything he could to keep hearing that sound. Stiles held up a hand, counting down from five with his fingers and just as he got to one, Scott moved forward, bringing an arm around Stiles’ waist and pulling him in close.

‘I love you, Stiles.’ Scott whispered, and Stiles’ eyes closed briefly. When they opened, he stared directly at Scott.

‘I love you too, Scott.’ Then Stiles closed the distance, pressing his lips to Scott’s in a gentle kiss.

Scott let himself sink into it, revelling in the feeling.

He knew this wasn’t going to be easy. They both carried scars with them and always would. He was sure he would mess up, and all he could hope is that he would never screw up so badly that Stiles left, that he hurt Stiles beyond repair. And he knew he would need to be patient, that Stiles would have good days and bad days as he continued to heal, that he might pull away sometimes. But he wasn’t going to doing it alone – he had Scott now, and the Sheriff, and the pack, and Scott would give him space but, like last night, he wouldn’t let Stiles run.

#trigger warnings apply #trigger warning: past abuse #trigger warning: mentioned past abuse #but there is no non-con #scilesweek #sciles week #scilesweek 2021 #sciles week 2021 #sciles week day 4 #day 4: scars #sciles #sciles fanfiction #au fanfiction #stiles is not from Beacon Hills #stiles is a werewolf #scott and stiles #slow burn #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction

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Crazy- Derek Hale

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters

Inspired by Crazy by Kat Dahlia. Lyrics in Bold

Word Count: 1,195

Paring: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think any. If I’m wrong let me know please!

A/n: Read Part 2 Here

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Tell me 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me 'cause I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

For as long as you could remember you've always been drawn to Beacon Hills, California. The day you turned 21 and had saved up enough money you booked a one way ticket and didn’t look back. You were bitten as a teenager, you were lucky to find another near you. She taught you everything you would need, from how to control your shift, all the way to covering your scent. She was more your family then your actual parents. When she was killed by hunters, you were devastated. It felt like you lost a limb when you lost her. Without her, there was no reason to stay. So with nothing left to lose you hopped on a plane and have been living in Beacon Hills for almost a year.

It was sudden, really, you didn’t know what it was at first. You were doing a little snooping in the woods and happened to stumble upon a group of people. Standing back and staying hidden you listened in on their conversation. Eavesdropping was one of your talents long before the bite, the bite just made you better at it. “Are you sure Scott?” You heard a female voice. You moved a little bit to get a better angle to hear, not realizing you crunched a twig. “I think I heard something.” You stiffened up against the tree concentrating on steadying your heart. Before you knew it you were being pinned to the ground. Instinct kicking in you managed to get the upper hand and throw this person to the ground and put your boot on his chest and pressed. Finally looking up you see a group of frightened teenagers. Looking down you saw the teenage boy who you were currently choking with your boot. Immediately letting up you helped pull him to his feet. You didn’t notice before, but he smelled like a wolf. Without thinking about it you flashed your golden eyes at him, only to get a pair of bright red ones in return. You stepped back, “ Oh my god. I am so sorry.” They all looked at you skeptically. “ I can’t smell you.” The first words Scott McCall ever spoke to you.

After explaining and talking to Scott he thought it would be best if you met Derek. Scott said he could help with anything. That's how you ended up in the loft. Looking around at the bare walls and how little furniture he had. “He should be here soon.” You nodded as you spotted a bookshelf and went right to it, helping yourself to anything that jumped out at you. Then you heard it, it sent a shiver up your spine and made your heart beat go ten times faster, “ Scott!? What’s wrong I got here as soon as I could.” You didn’t hear Scott say anything so you looked up from your book to see him pointing at you. Locking eyes with who you assumed was Derek, made it feel like time stopped. You felt drawn to him. Unconsciously you walked closer to him. Not even realizing that you dropped the book you were holding. Or knowing why you lifted your hand and rested it on his cheek. Derek didn’t know why he felt so at home in your presence. Normally he wouldn’t let anyone touch him, let alone a stranger, but here he was, leaning into your hand and inhaling your scent. He caught your scent and his eyes flashed involuntarily, making your own do the same.

Is it crazy when you're gone for a minute

I'm missing you, yeah I feel alone

That was nearly two years ago. You and Derek have since been practically inseparable. A few days after Derek met you he went to Deaton. He was worried something was going to go bad and that you were a distraction, because as hard as he tried he could not stop thinking about you. The word Deaton gave Derek for what was happening was not one he could wrap his head around. He wasn’t sure if it was even real. But he knew what was real. The way his heart sped up when he saw you. The way his breath got caught every single time he looked at you. The way he would become a blushing mess if you touched him in any way, even just bumping into each other sent his heart into a tizzy. He loved the way you talked. The way you laughed, the way you fell asleep on him during movies. The way your hand would always seem to find its way to intertwine with his. Derek knew for sure that he was in love with you. But the word, it scared the crap out of him. He wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you. So he didn’t. Instead he told Scott. And Scott had a pretty odd reaction, “ Mates? What the hell are mates?”

Nah boy I ain't even slept

I been up all night long

In my head

Trying to figure out what I want, what I do, what I don't

It was a few months after Derek learned about you being his mate that he finally got the nerve to tell you. He made a big deal of it. Needless to say he freaked you out. Calling you and telling you he had something really important that he needed to tell you. You immediately assumed that something bad happened. So running into the loft to see Derek pacing confused you, “Derek?” He stopped pacing and looked up at you like a deer in headlights. “Uh. Come sit. Please” You nodded as you walked over and sat down on the sofa in front of him. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head no, indicating that nothing was wrong. You nodded and leaned forward a bit and grabbed his hand gently as he paced in front of you. He stopped and looked down at your hand in his. You heard his heart slow down drastically the second you did it. Looking up at him, you raised your eyebrows, “ You had something important to tell me?” He nervously sat down next to you and proceeded to tell you everything that Deaton had told him. “You’re my mate?” You asked as Derek sat next to you nearly as still as stone. “Y-Yeah.” You nodded your head and looked over at him, “ Derek. I know what that means. Not in Deaton’s terms. My teacher taught me everything. She taught me about control. She taught me how to do calculus. She told me about her mate. How he was killed a few years before she met me. She told me how she had felt drawn to him before they had even met. She told me that when she finally met him, it felt like the puzzle was complete. She had her other half. Then when she lost him, it was like she died with him. She told me that when you lose someone like that, you don’t just lose them, you lose a part of yourself with them. She told me that the pull I felt to come to Beacon Hills was probably because my mate lived here. She taught me about how it works and how it can be rare. Sometimes the bond is forged so strong that someone who you’ve known your whole life can eventually be your mate. I know what it means, all of it.” He looked at you with worry in his eyes, “ Are you in?” You pulled him to you and gently kissed him. It felt like fireworks. It felt like the best high you would ever experience. “I’m all in.”

I'm crazy crazy crazy for you

You and Derek have been together for about 6 years now. He asked you to marry him around year 3 and you were married by the beginning of year 5. You’d been skirting around the topic of kids, not exactly sure how to bring it up. Sitting down to dinner one night you decided you were done overthinking it, “ Derek, I wanna have a baby.” Looking at him you saw his fork pause about half way to his mouth. His eyes moved from the plate of food in front of him to look into yours. “ Really?” You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but you hear something in that word. “Yeah, I mean. I’m ready to be parents. We’ve been married for a little over a year and I just think tha-” Your words were cut off with a passionate kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, “ You really wanna have a baby with me?” He looked so fragile and vulnerable, “Yes Derek. I want to have your baby.”

Baby 'cause it's blowing my mind

Tell me cuz I don't understand

How someone just can walk into your life

And everything before them you forget

You had been feeling a little off all day. You thought that it was just because of how big and swollen you were. You were on your way to the kitchen for a snack when you felt a sudden rush of liquid between your legs. You looked down at the puddle on the floor, “ Derek!” You called out. He peeked his head out of the kitchen to see you standing in the hallway in just his shirt. “You know that we’re not allowed to do that right?” He waggled his eyebrows at you as he walked closer. You put your hand on your lower back as you felt a bit of pain. Seeing the look on your face he hurried to your side. “Uh, babe. Why is the floor wet?” You let out a huff as the pain ended, “ I think it's my water.” He nodded, “ Okay, I’ll just grab you another glass, Go back to bed.” He started to try to walk away but you gripped his wrist as another contraction hit, “ Not that kind of water.” He seemed confused before his eyes got really big, “ Oh. Like Baby time?” You nodded your head and started to breathe, “ Yeah Derek, Baby time.”

“And she’s here!” The doctor yelled out as you heard a beautiful cry. “Congratulations! You have a beautiful little girl.” The nurse laid the new baby on your chest. You looked up at Derek as he stood at your bedside, “ Holy shit Derek. We have a daughter.” He stared down at the two of you feeling his heart swell up like he was going to explode with love and happiness. He would never let Scott and Stiles see him this happy. Or so he thought. Later that day they stopped by to see the newest addition to the pack. You were asleep so they walked in to Derek holding your little one and swaying and dancing quietly around the hospital room. “ Awe. Look at you!” Expecting that to come from Stiles, Derek was surprised when he heard it come from your mouth. But you weren’t looking at Derek and the baby. You were looking at the group of now adults who had somehow gotten past the nurse. Stiles still in his FBI uniform and Scott in scrubs. You had watched them grow up into semi-independent adults. Seeing Scott and Stiles in the uniforms for their job gave you a burst of mom joy in your heart. They may not have biologically been your kids, but they were your kids. They all crowded around the bed talking to you and catching up that they didn’t notice Derek sit in the recliner with his daughter on his chest and silently dozing off to sleep to the sound of his family talking and the feeling of his newborn daughter on his chest. He smiled to himself and thought, this is what heaven must be like.

#teen wolf #teenwolf #teen wolf imagine #teenwolf imagine #derek hale #daddy derek hale #derek hale imagine #derekhale #reader #derek hale x reader #imagine #imagines #stiles stilinski #Scott McCall #lydia martin #MALIA HALE #kira yukimura #mama hale #pack mom

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erraticrandomficwriter · 3 years

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A Lost Boys Plot Bunny:

The Night Stalker’s Moon - Part 1

A Werewolf hadn’t crossed the town line into Santa Carla ever since the agreement between the Werewolves and Vampires was put in place to outline their territories. This agreement – this treaty, so to speak – was put in place for more reasons than one. It was put in place to not only keep the peace between the species, but to keep certain members of their species apart.

There hadn’t been a transgression since the treaty’s creation until the unthinkable happened – history repeated. A history that the treaty was supposed to prevent from happening – A small group of Vampires turned a young runaway from Luna Bay – the Werewolves’ territory. Now while the Vampires did not technically break the treaty, the Werewolves took it as an act of aggression towards it and they would not stand for that.

This is where Lycandra – known as Andie to the humans – comes into play. She is a Luna Bay Werewolf and a Santa Carla native. Andie was the first to volunteer but given her history with Santa Carla the elder Wolves were reluctant to let her go, but in the end, they determined that perhaps sending her would be the best. After all, it was history that had repeated, and she had learned from her own.

Lycandra’s orders were simple; find the young boy Laddie, determine if he is savable or not and act accordingly. She convinced the elder Wolves to let her go alone because a lone Wolf would be harder for the Vampires to sense than a Pack.

Little did any of them know Lycandra’s history would inevitably get in the way of their plans…

As the cab crossed the town line into Santa Carla, ‘The Murder Capital of the World’, Lycandra felt her hair stand on end. It was if half of every fiber of her being was telling her to head for the hills and the other half was pulling her further in. It had been so long since she’d been there but hadn’t forgotten a thing. Despite her recollections of the past, she pushed them from her mind. Lycandra was there for one thing and one thing only – repeating her part of the history was not part of it.

Lycandra watched the familiar scenery pass her by and how different it had all become. Not only had the buildings evolve and the storefronts change, but the residents as well. Of course, Lycandra was familiar with the culture of the time and knew what to expect, but seeing it in play within a town she hadn’t seen in so long was odd for her, and it wasn’t until the cab pulled up in front of a house that she removed her sunglasses and placed them on top of her blonde head.

Lycandra rolled down her window in the back of the cab and leaned out of it to take a look around. This place looked like a deserted flea market had exploded and was left to let nature take its course. “Oh, Emerson,” she said to herself, “trying to be the town crazy, are we?”

Lycandra turned her attention away from the scene around her when the cabbie spoke,

“This is it. You sure a young thing like you wants to get out in a town like this?”

Lycandra paid the fare with a, “Why wouldn’t I? This is the murder capital of the world, isn’t it? I’ll fit right in.” She smiled and flashed her yellow eyes that at him that returned to normal in a blink of an eye before getting out of the cab to get her bags from the trunk. It didn’t surprise her that the cabbie didn’t get out to help her and it amused her as he sped away the second after she closed the trunk.

With an amused expression upon her face, she went down the drive the rest of the way and paused when she found an unconscious appearing Emerson lying upon the porch. Lycandra dropped her bags with a bit of a huff and went over to him. She crossed her arms and waited for him to make a move, but when he didn’t, she greeted him with, “You’re not drunk or dead. I don’t smell any liquor or decomposition. A mere human would find your presentation of playing dead rather convincing, however.”

Emerson opened his eyes and sat up in disbelief because this was not the person he was expecting. “Lycandra? What in the devil’s name are you doing here?”

Lycandra sat on the porch step beside him. “A letter was sent, Emerson. It’s all in there.”

Emerson recalled receiving a letter with the Lunar Seal upon it, but he didn’t bother reading the contents. “I don’t look at anything with the Seal anymore. I haven’t for decades. So, I will ask again. What are you doing here, Lycandra? You’re not supposed to be here or have the terms changed?”

Lycandra took her sunglasses from upon her head and put them on with a sighed, “No, you’re right. I’m not supposed to be in Santa Carla, but the Vampires fired the first shot. They turned a runaway from Luna Bay, and we can’t stand for that. I’m here to rectify the situation – whatever that entails.”

Emerson muttered, “Damn Vampires,” before speaking clearly. “I don’t want no Wolf trouble, Lycandra. I got my daughter and grandsons coming and they know about none of this.”

“It’s Andie for the time being. Lycandra is far too obvious.” She made sure to address that first before getting to her other point “And you’re seriously letting them come here? That is a recipe for disaster, Emerson.”

He knew she was right about that, but an idea came to his mind in that moment. “Not if you keep an eye on them for me.” Before Lycandra could argue, he continued. “They don’t know nothing about what goes on around here or in Luna Bay.”

Lycandra had caught what he said before about his family, but it didn’t really sink in until he brought up Luna Bay. “Wait…wait. They don’t know anything about their bloodline – their goddamn birthright?”

“I am not arguing my decisions with you, Lycandra. If you want to stay under my roof, then you will obey my rules. You’re in my territory now.” Emerson knew he had her there.

Andie grumbled a bit but agreed. “Fine,” she seethed is frustration. “I will keep my mouth shut and keep an eye out, but my mission comes first. I will not stray from that.”

Emerson accepted the compromise. “Good. Now there are other rules while you are under my roof…”

Before he could state what they were, Lycandra said, “Don’t touch your root beer and stay out of your room?” She grinned at his scoffed chuckle. “We’ve known each other for a long time, Emerson. You may be an old man now, but I still know you.” Despite the fact that Lycandra looked to be in her late teens, early twenties at the latest she was far older than she appeared.

Emerson didn’t agree to nor deny with that fact. Instead, he shooed her off into the house. “Take the downstairs guest room. Now shoo before my family arrives and you ruin my presentation.”

Lycandra got up with a slight shake to her head so she could get her bags from the ground. When she turned around to head into the house, Emerson was already back to playing dead, so she had to step over him. “Very convincing,” she stated flatly as she moved over him and went into the house.

Her eyes widened slightly as she returned her sunglasses to the top of her head. “Good lord, I stepped into a Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.” To say the design was very…hunting lodge rustic would be an understatement. The sights were only overshadowed by the smells coming from the taxidermy room attached to the living room. She had no intention of investigating that, so she went straight to the guest room to drop off her bags.

What she did, though, was take her camera from her bag and head out the back door. Lycandra needed to document things around the house just in case she ever needed to put anything to use.

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Lycandra was out there for a bit and didn’t head back to the house until a Huskey dog ran over to her and started barking like man. She simply turned around and crouched down in front of the canine to flash her yellow eyes at them as she held out her hand to show she meant no harm. The dog then sniffed her hand before licking it then took off to chase after some horses further down in the field.

Lycandra made her way up the house and entered the back door just as she heard the voice of a teenage boy ask Emerson about living in the murder capital of the world. “I wouldn’t say it was the capital, but pretty close to it.” She introduced herself to the brothers before Emerson could. “I’m Andie, and you must be the grandsons I’ve heard about.”

Michael was the first to step forward to reply. “Hey, I’m Michael and this annoying fella is my little brother Sam.”

“Are you living here, too?” Sam asked since his grandfather hadn’t said anything about her.

Lucy, Emerson’s daughter, had a question about that as well. “You didn’t mention there was a young girl living here.” She turned to Andie, “Who are you again?”

“This is my house, and I can have whoever I want living here.” Emerson made that clear before addressing concerns about Lycandra – about Andie. “Now Andie is…the granddaughter of an old friend of mine. She needs a place to stay for some time so the downstairs bedroom is hers and that’s the last I will address of it.”

Emerson made his way to his taxidermy room while saying to his grandsons, “Andie will tell you the rest of the rules,” before he closed the double doors behind him.

Lucy wasn’t too keen on the idea of the young woman staying there but her father laid down the law, so she just smiled and said, “It’s lovely to meet you, Andie,” then brought some more boxes upstairs.

Andie didn’t get the chance to say anything else before Sam picked up the TV Guide from the table and asked her,

“Grandpa actually has a TV?”

“No,” she informed him based on past memory, “he just likes reading the guide.” Andie gestured to the taxidermy room. “Make sure to stay out of there, and if you’ll excuse me, I have some unpacking to do.”

“Need any help with that?” Michael offered, especially since it wasn’t every day he’d be living in the house with a woman who wasn’t his mother.

Andie was so not interested for more reasons than one, but played along by saying, “Now, Michael, you’re gonna have to work harder than that to get into my bedroom.” She placed her sunglasses back over her eyes and walked away, leaving a laughing Sam in her wake.

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End Part 1

#lycandra #andie #the nightstalker's moon #a lost boys plot bunny #work in progress

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Prompt #61

Written by @endlessnightlock

Based on Prompt #61 submitted by @567inpanem

Peeta knew better but he did stupid things when he got drunk. Now he’s caged at the animal shelter in his wolf form. And, omg, Katniss Everdeen let her little sister drag her in to see the dogs? He knows he shouldn’t, but teen hormones. He just wants to lick her hand. Get a tummy rub. Hump her leg. Sleep on her bed. Omg they take him home!!! He needs to let his dad know where he is. Omg. He needs to figure out his bakery shift. “God don’t let Katniss catch me licking my balls.”

AN: This is the first chapter of a multi-chapter fic that keeps spiraling farther out of control inside my head :), so this is the first part while I figure out how far this story is going.

This chapter is rated T for some swearing, not sure where the rating will go after this chapter.

Thanks to @javistg and @xerxia31 for running the exchange again, you ladies are phenomenal!

“What’s the matter pup?” old Mags, the half-blind dog warden, crooned to Peeta as she offered her hand for him to sniff through the bars of the cage.

He whimpered in response, wishing his head would quit throbbing.

Mags was a gentle soul, who years ago spearheaded the effort to open a no-kill shelter in Panem, long before the idea took off in the mainstream.

“You’re such a pretty boy, you know that? Now I wonder,” she studied Peeta intently, her cloudy eyes focusing on him as best they could, “are you a husky or maybe some kind of sled dog?”

Only our half-blind dog-catcher wouldn’t recognize a wolf, Peeta thought, giving her age-spotted hands a nudge and sniff. I guess I should be thankful she hasn’t had cataract surgery yet.

He pulled his head back quickly from her friendly overture, his over-heightened canine senses going bonkers over what he’d found; Mags smelled like bacon grease this morning. Typically he didn’t mind that scent- who didn’t like bacon?- but this morning it made his stomach churn. That was entirely his fault though, and the blame could be laid on last night’s drunken rampage. The one that had landed him in here. He’d behaved like such an idiot…

Shape-shifting werewolves, or wolves as they were known to their human counterparts, had inhabited the woods surrounding Panem for hundreds of years and lived amongst the people in human form for almost as long. No one thought much of seeing a wolf roam the city’s outlying fields or groups of them congregating on the edges of farmland.

Seeing a wolf roam the middle of town on a Friday night, however? That had gotten him busted by the law; more specifically the dog warden. None of this would’ve happened if Peeta hadn’t gotten into old man Abernathy’s moonshine with his brother earlier in the evening.

Rye had better spring me out of here, and quick, he thought, resting his large head on his paws. The cage he was held in was too small for his human form, and that made transforming out of the question. Members of the pack could never let humans watch them shapeshift. He had to hang tight for now.

“Are you hungry boy?” Mags asked, unlocking his door a moment later and sliding in a bowl of kibble.

Peeta whined, turning his face from the food. Even if he hadn’t felt as though he might get sick in here, dog food was only eaten as a last resort.

Yes, he’d tasted kibble and no, he didn’t like it.

“Maybe you got into something nasty while you were out on your own, a dead animal or something? Did it give you a tummy ache I wonder…” Peeta coughed a little, covering the gag he actually felt at the idea of rancid roadkill. Run-of-the-mill wolves might eat roadkill, but his kind would not.

“Here’s some water for you,’ Mags told him conversationally as she slid the second dish inside the crate.

Peeta couldn’t help it, he yipped and put his head in the bowl, taking long, undignified slurps of the water. He typically didn’t like eating or drinking in his wolf form, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. What he wished for was some aspirin or Pepto tablets.

She continued speaking to him in that gentle, soothing tone she reserved for the animals in her care. “Drink up. I still can’t believe I didn’t find a microchip on you somewhere. I know someone has to be missing you- so don’t worry boy, I’d wager your owner will be here soon enough.”

The old woman pottered around the holding area, which only had Peeta in residence at the moment. “You finish that up, and we’ll move you to the big room. You don’t want to stay back here all alone, do you?”

“Come on in girls,” Mags said, unlocking the door to the corridor lining the holding rooms for the dogs and shuffling backward out of the way. The steel door Mags wrangled weighed almost as much as she did, and it was like playing hell to keep the force of it from slamming her against the wall.

Prim bolted through the moment it opened while Katniss followed much more slowly, shaking her head at her sister’s antics.

“Talk you into coming again?” Mags asked, patting the older teen on the back. It wasn’t really a question.

Katniss nodded curtly and let her lips curl up in the slightest hint of a smile. “Yep,” she drawled.

It had become the sister’s habit over the last several months, since the first weekend Katniss had her driver’s license and the keys to her mom’s rusty station wagon, to visit the local shelter on Saturday mornings and help Mags with the strays. The two girls would typically walk the dogs, help her feed the animals and clean up the pens.

Any time Mags tried to thank Katniss for her help, the older girl would typically mutter something about how great volunteering would look on her college application. She always shook her head at Katniss’s attitude; that girl didn’t know the first thing about taking a compliment or credit for anything, either.

“Who do we have this morning?” Prim asked, walking down the corridor and peeking her head in at each of the dogs.

“Oh, we’re not too full. The usual cast of suspects is here, plus one I picked up this morning. He’s kind of a big fella, un-neutered, caught snarling at some teenage boys hanging around outside of the movie theater,” Mags said. “One of the boys who reported him was that one who’s got a thing for you… what was his name?” she snapped her fingers when the name came to her recollection. “Gale Hawthorne! He’s the one.”

Katniss shook her head and walked over to the corner where Mags kept the leashes hanging from a hook. “Does anyone need to be walked?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Katniss went out on a date with Gale last night,” Prim volunteered unexpectedly, giggling under her breath.

Katniss dropped the leash from her hand.

“Did he call while you were with him, Kat?” Prim continued.

“No, he didn’t. And Prim,” Katniss scowled at her sister, “shut up.”

“Really? Well, Gale is a good looking boy,” Mags volunteered, surprised but wholly oblivious to the tension hanging between the girls. She wouldn’t have pegged that Hawthorne kid as Katniss’s type. He was too big and broody, his personality too much like hers. She’d seen him running around town with a lot of different girls. “You going out with him again?”

“I don’t think so,” Katniss volunteered softly, “we didn’t hit it off.”

Meanwhile, Prim peered into the crate where the new dog was resting. “Hey boy,” she greeted him, her tone gentle.

The dog was big, with silvery-blond fur and a wide stance. He had a broad frame, but his paws and head were over-large as if he were still a juvenile, and very un-doglike blue eyes stared dully back at her as he whined, giving Prim the distinct impression that he was in pain. But that wasn’t the only thing that seemed off about him. “What kind of dog is this, Mags?” she finally asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Husky or something like that, I think.”

Katniss walked over then, coming to a stop next to her sister and peering into the pen. The big male seemed to perk up at the sight of her, before ducking his head and using his paws to cover his face.

“He seems embarrassed,” Prim giggled, nudging her sister. “He is a boy dog- he must think you’re pretty!”

Katniss ignored her sister’s ribbing. “You need to get your eyes checked, Mags. That’s a wolf,” she said bluntly after she’d studied him for a moment. “At least part wolf.”

“Katniss, hush,” Prim hissed, glaring at her sister before glancing over to see if Mags had been paying attention.

The older woman continued humming as she sorted through paperwork on her desk, blissfully alone in her own world.

Prim breathed a sigh of relief.

So far so good.

“Well, it is!” Katniss countered, jarring her sister back to reality.

“What do you think is going to happen to a wolf at the dog shelter? They don’t have a way to take care of something like that here. Mags will have to call someone from the state to come in and get him if she finds out.”

Katniss scowled at her younger sister. Leave it to Prim to be so concerned about a wild animal’s welfare. Well, half-wild at least. The dog (or whatever he was) seemed pretty tame. Maybe he had an owner somewhere.

Still, Katniss put up an argument. “If I know he’s a wolf, and you know he’s a wolf, don’t you think anyone else who comes in here and takes one look at him is going to figure out what he is? Mags is gonna know sooner rather than later.”

Prim bit her lip and turned to study the dog again. He still had his face covered with one of his paws but moved the other enough to uncover a single eye. The dog’s solemn gaze moved back and forth between the girls. He seemed to be listening to their conversation very carefully.

“Why don’t we take him home? He isn’t safe here- someone from the game warden’s office will come to get him, and then what?”

Katniss laughed. Her sister had to be the only twelve-year-old who knew about the inner workings of animal management in local government. “No way. We can’t take him home. That thing… whatever he is, he might eat Buttercup, and then you’d feel terrible.”

“He seems very civilized…” Prim countered, turning to face Katniss head-on.

“There’s a lot to think about when taking in a dog. He’d… he’d hurt you if he decided to hump your leg. Look how big he is!” Katniss sputtered out.

Prim rolled her eyes. “Aww, he wouldn’t do that. Look at that sweet face of his!”

The dog was staring at them with his head cocked and his jaw hanging loose. His expression was almost incredulous.

Katniss stared at him. He was very sweet looking. But instead of giving in to her sister’s pleading and her own softening towards him, she shook her head. “Prim, sweet or not- that dog is not coming home with us.”

“Thanks for taking him off my hands, girls,” Mags said as she opened the back end of the station wagon to let the wolf-dog climb in. “If his owner turns up I’ll send them your way.”

“Oh don’t worry. No problem at all. Maybe we’ll keep him!” Prim chirped, patting the dog on top of his head.

Peeta turned his head just enough to lick her palm and gaze at her with nervous eyes.

Once Katniss shut the hatch behind him, he laid down in the back of the station wagon, fighting the full-throttle panic that was taking over.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be going home with a family- shit, he had a shift at the bakery in two hours. He was going to be in so much trouble when his mother found out about this.

This was all just abso-fuckin-loutley fantastic.

Peeta got up in the back end of the station wagon just long enough to turn in a circle several times before laying back down again. He was too agitated to sit still.

How was he supposed to get away from them and find somewhere he could change back to human form?

And to make things a million times more awkward, you know, because this wasn’t his idea of hell on earth or already, it wasn’t just any random girl taking him home, it was Katniss- the girl of his dreams and the entire reason he’d made an ass of himself and gotten locked up last night.

Not that any of that was her fault, no- Peeta was a big boy (wolf?) and he would take responsibility for his actions, which had been idiotic. He’d spotted Katniss walking out of Sae’s with Gale Hawthrone last night and seen red. Fucking Gale with his hands on her back, Gale leaning in and trying to kiss her. Peeta couldn’t help but feel like he was being punished somehow- like this display was happening because he was too much of a chicken shit to ask her out himself.

Peeta had been so drunk he hadn’t realized that he’d shape-shifted before going after Gale, barking and snarling aggressively as if he were rabid. Which hadn’t been ideal- although looking back on it, if he ever did want to try talking to Katniss it was probably better that she didn’t know it had been him acting like a jackass that night.

And now he was in a huge mess because of that behavior. He just needed to figure out how to get out of the Everdeen’s home and back to his place before things got any worse.

Well, maybe Peeta would wait just a tad longer before sneaking home…

He found it hard to get up and go once he’d sprawled out on the couch with his head resting on Katniss’s lap. She was using her nails to scratch the top of his head and behind his ears, something he’d just discovered was his idea of heaven in wolf form.

Peeta knew he’d have to be careful or he might end up humping her leg before the day was out- and there was no coming back from that brand of shame.

“Scruffy seems happy,” Prim said, petting the smooth fur of his back.

“Scruffy” sighed again and closed his eyes. That’s not a very original name, Peeta thought. But then again, it’s not like I can stay with them for long, so what does it matter? She could call me Shithead if she wanted to.

“He sure does like you, doesn’t he? I thought he was going to be my dog. Huh.” Prim continued, her tone of voice a little salty.

Katniss laughed, bending over Scruffy’s head and kissing the space between his ears, letting her lips linger there before laying her head on his and curling her entire body in towards him.

“He’s not a pillow,” Prim said.

“I disagree,” Katniss said. The dog’s fur was soft, warm and silky, and he smelled nice, not any type of a scent one would associate with a dog. It was more like… cookies, which was unexpected but good.

Katniss had never really been a dog person, so it was surprising how safe and comfortable she felt with this one. Her anxiety melted away as she cuddled with him.

“I’ve never seen you that affectionate with a person, let alone a dog,” Prim continued.

“Maybe he can be my therapy dog,” Katniss said. “I need something after seeing Gale last night- which was terrible, by the way. And Scruffy is a very good boy, much nicer than human ones.“

“Your date with Gale couldn’t have been that bad,” Prim chided.

“It was,” Katniss said. “He wouldn’t keep his hands off of me! He kept trying to touch my butt.”

Peeta nuzzled against her gently, but he couldn’t help but rub his head against her in a territorial manner.

If only leaving his scent on her actually would work to keep human guys away. I knew something was wrong. That bastard. That’s okay, Katniss- I’ll be your therapy dog as long as you want me to, he thought.

“I wouldn’t complain if his brother’s hands were all over me.” Prim giggled. “Rory is cute.”

Katniss sat up and glared at her sister. “You are not allowed to say things like that. You’re twelve. You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Yeah, and you’re sixteen. You should be wanting guys to hold you and kiss you,” Prim countered. “Don’t act like there’s something wrong with me when you’re the one who’s a weirdo.”

“I’m not- Prim, I’m not a weirdo! Why would you want some guy you aren’t even interested in putting his hands all over you?” Katniss asked as she rested her head on Scruffy again. She was instantly calmer. The big furry dog made her feel like the world was shut out. Maybe they really should keep him…

“Why wouldn’t you?” Prim teased.

Katniss sighed. “With that attitude, you are never, ever going to be allowed to date, just so you know.”

Can’t say I blame you for that Katniss. She’s too cute and there are too many assholes looking for nice girls to take advantage of, Peeta thought as his eyes slipped closed. He was fully aware that he needed to figure out a way to get home, but the drunken night and short amount of sleep he’d gotten had caught up with him, finally. He couldn’t fight the sleep off any longer if he tried.

Peeta was so damn comfortable laying draped across the girl of his dreams, and Katniss was petting his head and telling him he was a good boy… not to mention she’d just validated his distrust of his arch-nemesis Gale…

And well- maybe he was a good boy after all…

It was only moments later when he was snoring lightly.

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Everfalls

•Chapter 20•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram!

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(Summary: Richie and Eddie spend their first full moon together.)

Second Last Chapter!

Breathless, that’s what they were. Eddie and Richie physically couldn’t hold it in anymore. They had waited far too long and the moon's power was too strong to hold back any longer.

Eddie guided Richie away from the cliff’s edge. Once they were a safe distance away from the drop, they both fell onto the grass, breathless.

“W-What do we do?” Bill asked. The rest of the Losers still stood in formation, but now they were not prepared to fight. Now they were concerned about their friends.

“Go” was all Eddie could say, his eyes never leaving Richie’s tired corpse.

Stan nuged Bill, tilting his head towards town as if to tell him they should start heading back. So without another word the Losers left the Ancestors in peace.

“Okay Rich, you still there? You’ve got this'' Eddie tried to smile through the pain of both his own transformation and having to watch Richie go through his. Eddie had carefully pulled Richie’s shirt off, but let Richie do the rest as dressing down was an essential part of the werewolf transformation. Shifting with clothes only made things more complicated.

Dark fur that matched his ears and tail had appeared over his body as his finger nails grew and came to a sharp point. His bones were moving, snaping and changing. His eyes snapped open at the feeling of a hand on his back. His bright yellow eyes darted up to meet the icey blue ones of his boyfriend who stared at him with such love and adoration.

“You’re okay Richie, it’s almost done” Eddie assured him. But all he got as a response was a loud groan as another wave of pain hit Richie.

The final part was the most painful but the quickest. And it really did hurt like hell.

The following minute felt the same way that it does after a storm. The rain had stopped and the thunder was silenced. Richie laid on the cool grass, panting heavily but his bones had finally adjusted, and the pain had subsided.

His eyes fluttered open to see Eddie, still human. “Holly shit” Eddie practically gasped as Richie looked around at what caused the sudden shock.

He looked down and saw big brown, furry paws, his paws. Immediately Richie attempted to stand, but inevitably tripped and fell back down. That got a giggle from Eddie. After trying, Richie stood up on his all fours, his full wolf form. He didn’t look much different from a normal wolf, he was the size of a large dog. With thick dark brown fur and his iconic yellow eyes. His wolf ears were a bit bigger and a little harrier, while his tail was longer and fluffier.

Eddie stood up beside him and he was able to see that Richie was about hip level compared to the human Ancestor.

Richie desperately craved to make a height joke but ultimately couldn’t speak as he was, a wolf.

Eddie bent down and ruffled the fur between Richie’s ears. Something he had done to his boyfriend countless times before when he was human. Richie shook his head as if to get rid of Eddie’s hand. Eddie huffed, but he still smiled.

Carefully Eddie bent down and placed his forehead against Richie’s. The thick fur tickled his forehead as he smiled. Eddie’s long bunny ears tipped forward and brushed up against Richie’s wolf ears, sending a shiver down his back.

A moment passed before a wave of pain hit Eddie, he doubled backwards, falling onto his back. Richie rushed to his side, nudging his arm with his snout as Eddie rolled over.

Transforming on a full moon was fairly similar to the way Eddie transformed normally, except it was forced, causing more pain. Once Eddie was on his back he curled his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. The pain soon intensified as he felt the magic ripple through his body. It was all worth it as after a flash, Eddie had completed his transformation.

Richei stared down at the rabbit that stood before him. He had completely forgotten how cute his boyfriend was as a rabbit. His soft white fur, his little red nose and his wittle paws! Aw Richie would give anything to go back to the day where it was just them, alone, in the school yard. Eddie as a rabbit in Richie’s lap. But now isn't the time to reminisce on the past. It was the full moon, and they had both finally transformed. Richie was practically bouncing up and down as excitent coursed through his veins.

Eddie looked up at the hulking wolf figure that towered over him. Dear God, Richie is like a massive puppy. Richie stepped forward, bowed his head and bopped his big brown nose against Eddie’s small pink one, just like he had before.

Eddie had refrained from transforming just long enough to be able to help Richie through his transformation and give him some good pets. He deserved it after all the shit he had been through.

Eddie mentally blushed. He mentally smirked as he noticed Richie’s ears twitching with excitement and adrenaline. That's when Eddie thought of what to do next, as it was the full moon, he knew what made him feel the best so he nudged Richie paw as if to tag him. Then, they ran.

Finally, being a full wolf felt amazing. Richie felt like the world had finally lifted off of his shoulders. It was as if he had unlocked another part of his being that he had never been able to access until he finally fully shifted.

Also the fact that he didn’t have to experience it alone made him feel so much better. Eddie made him feel so safe, so accepted. He didn’t have to hide his secret. For once in his life he felt almost normal.

At first Richie was a little wobbly in his new wolf form. He had to get used to running on all fours. Richie fell a few times, tripped over his own paws, and at one point stopped and chased his tail like a puppy. (Eddie nearly died of laughter while watching that) Also there was the whole no speaking thing, which just kinda led to a lot of inner monologuing and weird wolf noises.

The two walked along to shoreline, paws sinking in the moist sand under their weight. Ricchie leaned over and pushed Eddie into the oncoming wave. The bunny rolled over at the push and landed in the water on his back. He let out a huff before he leaped back up and tackled richie, pinning him to the ground.

Silly wolf, doesn't even know his own strength. Eddie laughed in his head. Suddenly Eddie was popped off of Richie, tossed into the air, landing face first into the wet, cold sand.

Richie sat up, panting mancially as if he were laughing at the sand that was caught in Eddie’s whiskers.

Oh, you’re so on, Eddie smirked before he charged Richie.

The wolf caught on just before he was tackled, quickly turning and sprinting in the other direction. But Eddie was lighter and has had more time to learn and master his abilities. So he easily caught up to the young wolf. Eddie leaped into the air, landed on the wolf’s back and brought him down to the ground. The two rolled around as if they were in a fit of laughter. Which they would've been if they could talk.

Afterwards they made their way closer to town. Richie had once joked about terrorizing the villagers, and now he intended to do it. They examined the town as they carefully krept up the hill. It was well past midnight so most if not all of the lights from the buildings were out. The streets were illuminated by a couple street lamps, which allowed just enough light to navigate through the town but didn’t cause enough light pollution to block out the stars.

They approached the town with caution, their movements quiet and slow. One paw after another. They stopped dead in their tracks at the muffled sounds of teenage laughter.

Shit who the hell is out at this time of night? Richie’s ears perked up as he tried to pick up what they were saying.

“Do you think that’s them?” One voice that sounded pretty damn familiar giggled.

“Eddie’s so much smaller than him-”.

“It’s so cute!”

The Ancestors looked up to find a group of teens loitering suspiciously behind one of the dark buildings. It seemed almost as if they were waiting for the Ancestors.

Richie bent down and nudged the side of his head up against Eddie’s. Then nodded towards the group before stepping forwards towards them. Slowly they made their way up to the Losers who stayed silent during the meantime.

“H-How can we be suh-suh-sure it’s them?” Bill whispered tentatively. He stood behind the group, his form tense.

“What other wolf hangs out with a rabbit?” Ben turned to Bill with a confused look on his face.

Without another word, Beverly bent down to be at eye level with the wolf. She kept her gaze stern and serious. She stared into the wolf’s yellow eyes and watched as they examined her. Beverly didn’t flinch as the wolf stepped closer to her, then proceeded to bow his head to her. But when he raised his head, he butted her boob with the tip of his snout.

Beverly let out a shock yet amused gasp. “Oh my god, Richie you perv!” She fell back onto her butt in a fit of giggles. “That's our trashmouth alright” she declared.

Richie sat down and nodded his head at the statement.

Bill followed Beverly’s lead and kneeled down beside Eddie. The human carefully examined the bunny’s white fur and long ears. Finally his eyes met Eddie’s and he knew. He’d know those eyes anywhere.“Y-Yeah. It’s them” Bill confirmed.

“Well… I was gonna wait to give this to you tomorrow. But considering today’s events, now seems like a good time” Stan explained as he began rifling through his pocket.

The others shot him curious stares until he let out a little ‘aha’ when he had finally found it. What Stnaley pulled out of his pocket changed the energy of the group, from quiet and tense it went to curious and excited.

Stan squeaked the yellow rubber chicken. It let out a quick Eh Err, squeak like sound. In the moment that followed Stan mirrored one of Richie’s shit eating smiles smiles that he knew all too well.

“Oh my god- Seriously” Mike chuckled, placing a hand on Stan’s shoulder.

Richie stared at Stan, rolled his eyes and let out a huff.

Good one Staniel, very fucking funny

The wolf glanced over at his bunny and noticed the way his little pinked nose twitched, similar to the way Eddie’s did when he was laughing in his human form. That made things just a little bit better.

Richie’s attention was brought back to the Losers when Stan squeaked the chicken again.

“Wanna play fetch boys?” He arched an eyebrow deviously.

Richie didn’t respond, he simply stared aimlessly at them. Eddie got up and took a couple steps back, he turned to look at Stan as if to say, Well come on!

Stan took a step back and moved his hand up, preparing to throw. With one swift toss over his head, he threw the chicken, and it went far. Stan was on the baseball team after all, so he finally got to put his skills to work.

Eddie gave Richie one finale glance, challenging him almost, then he bolted.

Richie hesitated, he looked between his friends, and the rabbit. Just as Eddie was leaving the reach of the town’s light Richie got up and chased after him. He ran through the long grass, paws pounding against the dirt as he let his instincts lead him to the chicken.

Before he even got there a flash of white shot past him. Richie did a double take, spinning to turn around and watch as the rabbit zoomed back up to the group. He didn’t need to take time like he had before to know to go after him. So before another moment passed, Richie went. He ran.

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Mainstream Barbeque

"Mama...up." Valerie says quietly as she reaches up toward Stephen and makes grabby hands at him.

"Just a minute cub."

The baby pouts but continues to cling to Stephen's leg as he sets up the table for the barbeque. It had been like this all day, and the more of the team that arrived, the more she stuck to the sorcerer and made it a little difficult to move around and help. She was comfortable with the team and trusted them, but the noise was still overwhelming for her and Stephen was safe and calming. He hoped she would be content to go to Natasha or Quill when they arrived but Valerie seemed intent on staying with Stephen today. Not even Tony was able to successfully pry her away. Maybe the two new teenagers made her nervous.

Stephen lifts a brow when the container of brownies he knew had been next to the plates suddenly disappears and pulls some plastic cups out of their packaging calmly.

"Put them back Thomas."

Said teen appears to his left with a small gust of wind to give away the fact that he had run over. "How did you know?"

"He's Mom. He knows everything." Bucky answers as he sets down the container of cookies he brought.

"Oh...I thought that was a joke."

Stephen huffs in amusement. "It started out that way...but then it stuck...and then Diana and Valerie kind of made it real."

He finally finishes setting up the table and bends down to pick up Valerie and place her on his hip, and then looks around. Peter, Cassie, Harley, and Diana were in their bathing suits giving Athena and Gerald baths, some of the men were either playing football or swimming in the lake (Clint was starting a trend of doing dangerous tricks off the tire swing and into the lake), and Laura was inside helping prep food. The Barton kids had been part of the lake shenanigans but looked to have joined in on giving the wolf and alpaca their baths.

Some further observation showed Wanda and Loki helping William practice his magic, and Thor and Quill were off in the distance sparri--

"No! Absolutely not!" Stephen shouts at the two gods as he sends a spell at them with a flick of his wrist to stop them.

"Quail was just going to show me how much he's improved with his powers!"

"It's Quill." The celestial corrects with some annoyance.

"Yes. That's what I said."

Stephen glares at them as he approaches them. "There will be no sparring between you two! Last time you sent out a shockwave and blew out every single one of the compound's windows! It had just finished being rebuilt too!"

"Pfft...it was one time--owowow!" Quill whines when Stephen grabs his ear.

"My husband had to pay for that!"

"He's a billionaire!"

"He's not going to be at the rate you break things! Find something else to do!" Stephen releases Quill and starts to walk away before calling over his shoulder. "That doesn't mean Scott either!"

"Well there goes my day." Quill grumbles.

Valerie rests her head on Stephen's shoulder and watches calmly as he walks around to check in on everyone. Even Carol, T'Challa, and Shuri had come to enjoy the barbeque, and Stephen takes the seat next to the king as they watch the rather rough football game. T'Challa looks over at Valerie and smiles at her softly, and the baby hides her face in Stephen's shoulder.

"The last time I was here, you only had Peter." He says and Stephen looks at him.

"That's right. You didn't come here with the rest of us after…"

"No. Now I see you have four children."

"Harley was adopted under similar circumstances to Peter, but Diana and Valerie are biologically both mine and Tony's thanks to magic."

"What about the other three? I met Clint's kids earlier but I'm not familiar with the others."

Stephen looks over at Cassie. "Cassie is Scott's...Quill parents her as well. The twins are William and Thomas. They're technically mine too but Wanda and Vision take care of them."

"Did you adopt them too?"

"No. Tony and I just have permanent guardianship over them."

"This really is a family." T'Challa mutters softly and Stephen looks back at him.

"Well I'm sure if you ask anyone, they'll all tell you that I parent everyone."

The king smirks. "Do you?"

"Well someone has to keep them all from doing stupid things."

T'Challa laughs and looks back to the football game and Stephen watches as Natasha and Carol occasionally flip the others onto their backs. Football was always played a little extremely, but as long as the right people were playing, Stephen didn't stop it. If there were any players that weren't enhanced or trained assassins (Nat was a force to deal with so Stephen never bothered to keep her away), the sorcerer would either tell the enhanced persons to take it easy or just have the others wait a little while so the enhanced could get it out of their system. The unenhanced were content to spend time in the lake for now.

Stephen looks over to the kids when he hears laughter, and sighs when he just manages to watch Athena shake the water from her body. Harley and Peter cover the wolf in towels and dry her as thoroughly as possible, and when they finish, the girls take over with the grooming. Athena actually liked the attention Cassie, Lila, and Diana were giving her, and stood very still so they could brush her down. The boys turned their attention to Gerald, and the alpaca barely paid the kids any kind as they gave him his bath. He just lazily munched on his hay as he was scrubbed down. Instead of towels being used though, Thomas ran over and used his speed to air dry Gerald. By the time his bath was finished, the girls had finished with Athena, and the wolf happily trotted over to Stephen to sit by him.

Loyal as ever.

"Athena pretty." Valerie mumbles against Stephen's shoulder as she reaches out to the wolf. Her tiny hand pets Athena gently and the baby smiles. "Soft, Mama."

"Is she?" Stephen humors his youngest by reaching down and petting his wolf as well. Valerie was right. It was like touching silk. The girls did a fantastic job grooming her.

"How do you have a wild creature so tame?" T'Challa asks from beside the sorcerer.

"Long story short, the kids and I were turned into wolves, Athena came across us and helped us, but when we were turned back, she wanted to come with us. She was by herself and I was able to use a spell to communicate what the rules were and what she would have to expect. Tony caved and let her come home with us, and Athena has yet to disappoint. She protects the kids and I only have to tell her who a friend is once. If I tell her to attack, she will...unless family is attacked first. That's the only time she won't wait for a command." Stephen explains.

"That's amazing." The king admits. "She acts like a pet."

"She is and isn't. She's a companion too. Although she does sleep at the foot of our bed." Stephen chuckles.

"How does Tony feel about it?"

"He doesn't care as long as she stays off the pillows."

Stephen then catches the king up with everything up to that point, and halfway through it, Tony announces that lunch is ready. The sorcerer got up so he could get Valerie's food, since kids got their food first, then the unenhanced, then the enhanced. He figured on getting both of their plates since going back a second time would be a waste of time and he wasn't enhanced, and let his daughter pick most of what she wanted. He had to persuade a little more vegetables on her plate, but it wasn't too big of a deal since Valerie enjoyed everything for the most part. As soon as they were finished, they sat down on one of the many laid out blankets, and Stephen made sure Valerie was all set before he started eating himself. Tony would take care of Diana, and Wanda would explain the process to the twins. Athena of course waited patiently until Stephen was situated before she joined him on the blankets and flopped onto her side next to him to doze.

"She won't bite me will she?" Stephen looks up when William speaks and smiles softly before turning his attention back to his food.

"No. She knows you're a friend. Everyone here is."

"... can I sit here?" The boy asks shyly and Stephen nods.

"Of course." When William sits down, the sorcerer glances over at him. "How are you and your brother adjusting?"

"It's...it takes some getting used to. We're not used to this kind of attention, but it's nice...and Wanda makes really good food."

"That's good."

"I don't get the ban on peppermint though." William brings up with confusion.

Stephen chuckles. "It makes Peter sick. A con of the spider bite. Just the smell itself drives him into his room. Last time I ate it, he avoided me like the plague for a full twenty-four hours. He can smell it on whoever ate it."

"Did he like peppermint before the bite?"

"Loved it."

"That sucks."

Lunch passed just like that. William asking questions about the Stark family (and in the background, Stephen noticed that Harley was at war with himself trying to figure out whether to join them or not. He didn't. He sat with Peter and Cooper with a defeated sigh). William asked Stephen about his magic and the girls' existence...and the sorcerer calmly answered each question. The teen was still learning after all.

William was then surprised when an alpaca decided to disturb the teen's personal bubble to steal the leftover apple slices on his plate. He shouted when Gerald bent down to Hoover the fruit and then actually held a hand over his heart to no doubt attempt to calm his pounding heart. Gerald was harmless, but he was pretty persistent about things he wanted. He had a bad habit of helping himself to people's fruits and vegetables and Stephen and Tony had been trying to kick the habit, but to no avail. Someone had to be sharing with the alpaca for their scolding to fall on deaf ears.

"Gerald! No! Get out of here you overgrown fuzzball." Tony shoos the animal away when he runs over, and huffs as the alpaca walks away with an annoyed grunt. "Sorry TinkerBell. Want me to get you some more fruit?"

William blinks and looks up at the engineer. "Wh-what did you call me?"

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Better get used to it. He gives everyone a nickname. Sometimes more than one."

"Your brother is Speedy Gonzalez." Tony informs the teen with a grin.

"That's... accurate." William sighs and drops his hand. "It's fine. I was done anyway. He did me a favor."

"Just push him away if it happens again. He's harmless." Stephen says as he gets up and Valerie follows him to throw their plates in the trash.

The cans were sitting behind the cabin and when the two were done tossing their garbage, Stephen looked around when he heard muttering. He raises an eyebrow and walks around the far corner to investigate and narrows his eyes when he finds Sam feeding Gerald some fruit from his own plate.

"You're the one teaching him this bad habit?!"

Sam jumps and looks up at him sheepishly. "Sorry Mama Bear."

"You in twouble." Valerie says quietly from her position at Stephen's leg.

"Stop feeding him from your plate and I won't make you clean his pen." Stephen compromises and the darker male nods quickly.

"He won't be getting anything from my plate anymore. Strictly treats I grab just for him."

"Thank you. He just gave William a heart attack."

"What? This guy?" Sam grins and pets the alpaca's neck. "He's--"

"Harmless. Yes. I told him."

"Mom!" Peter runs around the corner and nearly trips over his own feet as he stops. "Quill and Carol are about to spar."

"Absolutely not! She's on par with a god--all of you overgrown children are chipping away at my sanity…"

Sam smirks as Stephen picks up Valerie to stop the new attempt at a godly sparring session.

"Up for some ultimate frisbee in the mud?" Peter asks and Sam shrugs.

"Sure. Why not. I'll enjoy it while I can before Stephen finds out.

#mama bear au #supremefamily #ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #avengers #the avengers kids #tchalla #william kaplan #thomas shepherd #celestial quill

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Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 6

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison @purple286 @multifandxm353 @bralessandflawless

A/N: I kinda love drunk Stiles he may have to appear more :)

MASTERLIST

Chapter 6 - Glass

Season 1, Episode 8

It was Stiles’ genius idea to get Scott wasted after Allison broke things off with him. Since Stiles provided the alcohol and Scott was the heartbroken one, Ramie decided it was only fair for her to be the designated driver. She followed the two boys into the woods, giggling as Stiles took another swig from the bottle of whiskey, clearly already drunk. Scott however, seemed fine. Scott and Stiles usually had about the same tolerance level, Ramie being the lightweight of the three, and Scott had definitely drank more than Stiles.

“Scott, you seem surprisingly sober,” Ramie called, as Stiles sat down on the ground, taking another swig from the bottle before laying on his back.

“I know,” Scott sighed, sitting down next to Stiles. “I think it’s the wolf thing… I’m pretty sure my body won’t let me get drunk, like I don’t need my inhaler.”

“My body will let me get drunk,” Stiles chuckled to himself. Scott gave him a glare as Stiles took another drink. Scott grabbed the bottle from his hand and shoved it towards Ramie.

“I’ll drive then,” He told her. Ramie raised her eyebrows at him but he shook the bottle, shoving it towards her again. She grabbed the bottle and took a drink, coughing a bit as it burned her throat. She definitely wasn’t going to be able to get on Stiles’ level of drunk, but she figured being a bit tipsy couldn’t hurt.

“Listen Scott, there are many girls, or guys, in the sea,” Stiles slurred, still laying on the ground.

“Fish,” Scott sighed. “Fish in the sea.”

“Fish? Why are you talking about fish?” Stiles gave Scott a confused look while Ramie just shook her head, drinking from the bottle again. “I’m talking about girls. I love girls.”

“We know,” Ramie sighed as Stiles continued to mumble about girls.

“Especially girls with nice hazel eyes,” Stiles sighed.

“Lydia’s eyes are more green, I’d say,” Ramie pointed out, drinking again from the bottle.

“Yeah, what I meant,” Stiles nodded aggressively. “Hey, take a drink! You’re not happy.” Scott ignored his friend and grabbed the bottle from his hand, handing it back to Ramie. Stiles’ brow furrowed, but he seemed to recover quickly as he reached for the bottle again, but Ramie kept it.

“I think you’re good for tonight bud,” She said as she took a drink herself, definitely feeling the effects after downing a few shots. She wasn’t one to drink a lot and was definitely tipsy. Not drunk, but a comfortable tipsy.

“Am I drunk?” Stiles asked suddenly, and Ramie snorted.

“Wasted,” Scott and Ramie said at the same time, which cause Stiles to cheer and raise his fist in the air. Ramie laughed but Stiles frowned when Scott didn’t join in with his cheers. “I know it hurts buddy. Well, I don’t know, but I’m sure it does. But you know what, as much as being broken up with hurts, being alone, hurts way worse.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Ramie said, pulling the bottle to her lips. Before she had a chance to drink anything the bottle was suddenly ripped from her hands. She jumped back, nearly on top of Stiles, and found two men standing over them. Stiles sat up quickly behind her.

“Look at the little teenagers getting drunk in the woods,” the man scoffed, waving the bottle in the air.

“Give it back,” Scott said, and Stiles hiccuped from behind Ramie.

“I think he wants a drink,” the other man teased.

“I said give it back,” Scott stood up slowly. “I want the bottle. You brought me here to get me drunk Stiles. I’m not drunk yet.” The man brought the bottle up to his lips and Scott stepped closer. “Give me the bottle of jack.”

“Scott,” Stiles warned, noticing what Ramie had also noticed, Scott’s claws showing up behind his back. The man handed Scott the bottle back quickly, and Scott threw it immediately, it smashing on a tree. Stiles let out an upset groan that Scott ignored. The two men gave Scott one final look, an almost scared one, then speed walked away. Scott looked down at Ramie and Stiles, who were still both on the ground.

“Let’s go,” Scott huffed, taking off in the direction of where the jeep was parked. Ramie got up quickly, the feeling from the alcohol definitely present as she tugged Stiles off the ground, who stumbled a bit but followed his two friends.

…

Scott ended up dropping Stiles and Ramie both off at Stiles’ house, Scott not wanting to leave drunk Stiles alone but too grumpy about Allison to want to stay with them. Ramie found herself shoving Stiles into the bathroom to change into pajamas while she went to get him water and aspirin for the morning. She definitely had not been drunk enough to get any sort of hangover herself, so she figured she’d just take care of him for the night. When she came back upstairs, Stiles was digging though his dresser.

“I already got you clothes Stilinski,” Ramie said, setting the water down on his nightstand. Stiles turned, a bundle of clothes in his hand and a grin on his face.

“For you,” He smiled, shoving the clothes towards her. “I don’t think you want to sleep in in jeans.” Ramie couldn’t help but smile at him, the big, dopey grin on his face and his glassy eyes. Stiles was definitely the lovey drunk type, as he had been telling Scott and Ramie the whole way home that they were his best friends in the whole world and about how much he loved them.

“Drink that water and take those pills,” Ramie pointed to the table. “I’m gonna go get changed.”

She left him alone in his room, going to bathroom across the hall. Once she stripped out of her clothes, she realized Stiles had given her one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers. She figured he meant to grab shorts, but on her they were plenty long enough and she didn’t feel like upsetting drunk Stiles with his clothing choices, so she pulled them on and headed back to his room. She found him sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone and giggling at something on the screen. He looked up when she entered, as she closed the door behind her.

“I drank the water!” He said happily. Ramie chuckled at his excitement, dropping her clothes on his desk chair. She turned back around to find his eyes on her, his mouth slightly open, as if he was in awe of something. She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what he was doing.

“You look good in my clothes,” He mumbled, a small grin on his lips. Ramie was pretty sure she let out an audible gasp. She quickly recovered, knowing Stiles was definitely not thinking straight.

“Alright bud I think it’s bed time,” She turned towards his closet, searching in the bottom and trying to change the subject. “Where’s the air mattress?”

“I dunno,” Stiles mumbled from behind her, setting the water down on his nightstand again. “Just come sleep with me.”

Ramie raised her eyebrows at him from across the room. He simply smiled back, patting the bed next to him and pulling back the blankets.

“It’s okay Stiles, I’ll sleep on the floor,” She told him, breaking eye contact and pulling out her phone, plugging it into the charger that was on Stiles’ desk and setting an alarm for the morning.

“No,” Stiles smacked the bed next to him, pouting. “You’ll sleep here.” Ramie rolled her eyes and glared at him, and he patted the bed again, giving her a look that looked a lot like a puppy begging for food. She sighed, rolling her eyes again but giving in. She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help but give in to him. She hopped over him on the bed and sat down next to him as he laid back. putting one of his arms behind his head.

“Let’s cuddle,” He said, sounding like a child. “Like when we were little.”

Ramie sat there for a second, looking over his face. She knew that he was drunk, and only being like this because of that reason. She knew she should just say no, and that she would just hurt her own feelings by giving in to him, but the bit of alcohol she still had in her system took over, and she found herself laying her head on his chest, curling into his side. His hand immediately moved to her hair, brushing through it lightly. Ramie set her hand lightly on his chest, her heart pounding.

“Thanks for staying with me,” Stiles said quietly from above her. She nodded, not trusting her voice. She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart beating against his side. She glanced up at him after he was quiet for a few minutes, wondering if he was trying to sleep. His eyes were still open, looking down at her already.

“What are you doing,” Ramie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Stiles didn’t answer, his eyes studying her face. She could’ve sworn she saw his eyes flick down to her lips for a second, but the only light in his room came from the lava lamp plugged in next to his bed, and she convinced herself for a second it was a trick from the moving lights. That is, until he did it again, his head now moving closer to hers. Before she could even think his lips were on hers. It was a soft kiss, not too forceful but also not too gentle. She reacted instantly, melting into him, shifting so she was hovered over him slightly so her neck wasn’t bent at an awkward angle.

Stiles moved, pushing up on his elbows but not breaking apart their lips and Ramie rolled, her back now on the bed as he shifted over her. His hands were everywhere, moving from her hair to the side of her neck and down her sides, resting on her hips. She had one hand on his bicep and the other on the back of his head, threading through his hair lightly. Stiles shoved the blankets, which were getting caught between them, off to the side. Almost as quickly as it had started, the moment was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. Stiles had successfully knocked his empty water glass off the nightstand while trying to move the blankets.

“Shit,” he mumbled, his face still extremely close to Ramie’s. She sat up quickly, realizing what had just happened. She had let drunk Stiles kiss her, and she knew it was a bad decision. Yet her head still felt foggy from the feeling of his lips.

“I’ll get it,” Ramie sat up quickly, climbing off the end of the bed. “I’ll clean it up, you go to sleep, drunkie.” She hoped joking with him would make things less awkward, but she knew her face was the color of a tomato. Stiles opened his mouth as if to protest, but Ramie was already on the ground, picking up the chunks of glass. She heard him sigh as he messed with the blankets, but she didn’t look back up at him. Ramie brought the broken glass downstairs without saying a word to him and found two reusable water bottles in the cupboard, filling them both up. She leaned against the outside of the fridge, the stainless steel cold to the touch. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she knew it wasn’t completely due to the bit of alcohol in her system.

“He’s drunk,” She told herself, drinking from her water bottle. “He probably won’t even remember in the morning.”

She trudged up the stairs, wishing she was drunk enough that she could forget what it felt like to have his lips on hers. When she entered his room, he was snoring on the bed and she couldn’t help but feel relieved that she didn’t have to face him just yet. The covers were pulled back next to him, like he had made the spot for her. She set the two water bottles down on the nightstand, crawling back into bed next to him. She turned her back to him and settled in, hyperaware of the boy behind her, her best friend, the boy she was definitely in way too deep with, the one who she was sure would regret his actions in the morning.

…

Ramie woke up to not only the sound of her alarm, but to Stiles groaning as well. For a second, she looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile at his scrunched up face, his eyes squinting as he rubbed a hand over his face. Then, she remembered what happened just hours before, Stiles kissing her. She got up quickly, moving over to her phone and shutting off the alarm. Stiles groaned loudly again, putting a pillow over his face.

“Why does it have to be so bright,” He mumbled through the pillow. Ramie laughed, sitting back down on the bed cross legged, scrolling through her phone. Stiles sat up after a minute and immediately grabbed the water bottle next to his bed, chugging the whole thing.

“How you feeling Stilinski,” Ramie asked as he gulped down water. Stiles nearly gasped for air after setting down he water bottle.

“My head hurts,” he grumbled, water dripping down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand, and then leaned forward, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“Well you were pretty drunk,” Ramie said, setting her phone down and looking over at him.

“Yeah, I remember,” He said, his head still in his hands.

“You remember?” Ramie asked, unsure what he was getting at.

“Yeah, I think,” he looked up at her, almost timidly. “I don’t want to sound stupid so just correct me if I’m wrong… but did we kiss?”

“Yeah,” Ramie nodded, looking down at her hands in her lap. “But don’t worry about it, we were just drunk. It doesn’t matter.”

She didn’t want to make things awkward between them, and she definitely didn’t want Stiles to know that she would’ve gladly done the exact same thing completely sober.

“Right, yeah,” Stiles nodded with her. “People do stupid things when they’re drunk.” “Exactly,” She said, pretending that him using the word stupid didn’t absolutely crush her on the inside. “We’ll just forget it happened, it’s not big deal. Now c’mon, we need to get ready for school.” Ramie clapped her hands together and Stiles winced at the sound.

“This is why you shouldn’t drink on school nights,” Ramie tossed a flannel towards him, pulling out another for herself and headed towards the bathroom with his shirt and her jeans in hand. Once safely in the bathroom away from Stiles, she took a deep breath. She needed to take her own advice, forget about the previous night. They were drunk, it meant nothing. However, it was hard to believe that, when it definitely didn’t mean nothing to her.

#stiles stilinski one shot #stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x OC #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf rewrite #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #scott mccall #season 1

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ashley-jones · 3 years

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The Kings Mate

Chapter 23

Joining of Two Groups

Just like that two groups combined, of course not easily considering the 4 argumentized fights between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, death threats, and of course a lot of sit commands. The group had stopped for the evening, Kagome and Luna making there ways away from the groups, Kagome wanting help with archery. Luna just threw her hair up into a messy bun while Kagome was picking simple targets. “Inuyasha is so pushy on the archery topic, and your literally the best archer I know..” she mumbled. Luna looked over smiling slightly and removed the kimono putting on a pair of leggings and sports bra. “Your known to never miss.” Kagome said. Luna just hummed and lifted up her bow trailing her fingers across the string, then positioning properly. “It’s all in the eyes. The arrow goes where your looking, not where your pointing.” she explained. She grabbed an arrow and positioned it humming quietly while looking around before smiling and pulling the arrow back staring at the fire Jaken was trying to light. She let the arrow go and watched a blue light surround it as it struck the middle splitting a piece of wood in half, fire catching quickly. Jaken yelled and immediately began scolding the girl while the other looked at her. “Too much wood!” she called out to the imp. “Insolent girl!! You could have hit me!” he yelled. “If I wanted to hit you, I would have done it a while ago.” she laughed out. She turned her attention back to Kagome who was holding her bow hesitantly. “Your holding it too high..” she mumbled. Kagome blinked and looked at her before lowering the bow a bit, her half sister stepping up behind her, pulling the string back so the arrow was resting against her cheek. “Always keep the arrow cheek level, now look at the tree, and don’t worry about aiming, just stare and let the arrow fly.” she explained. Kagome nodded and looked directly at the tree and let the arrow go watching it strike the tree. The black haired girl let out an excited yell making the red head laugh softly. “See, its not that hard.”

She touched Kagome’s shoulder who continued practicing, the red head moving back to the group being tackled by the small girl. “Luna! Can you teach me how to a shoot a bow just like you?” she asked. The teen laughed softly and kneeled down brushing leaves out of her hair. “When your older yes. But right now your too young, bows stand so much taller than you.” she promised. Rin giggled at the sight of Luna’s bow towering over her. She stood up and looked around confused. “Where's Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, and the monk?” she questioned. “Lord Sesshomaru went to collect food for you and Rin! That half demon and monk followed him.” Jaken yelled. “Kagome! yell sit for me please!” she yelled to her sister. “Sit!!” the female yelled. A loud yelp and drop echoed through the forest, the red head thanking her sister and walking towards the sound. Her eye brow raising when she saw Inuyasha laying on the ground with the monk standing beside him. “Hey! What was that for!?” the hanyou yelled. He stood up shaking his head blushing out of embarrassment. “Jaken said you followed Sesshomaru, I didn’t wanna see anymore fights is all.” the girl stated innocently. She looked over spotting her mate easily through the trees. She sat down on a tree stump looking at her mates resting face. She smiled and placed her chin against her knee, she slowly stood up and walked over sitting against the same tree as him but keeping her distance in case he was actually asleep. Her glowing eyes shining brightly in the darkened forest, bow and arrows resting on her lap. A gasp left her lips when a clawed hand grabbed her pulling her body over and beside the demons. Her cheeks reddening when his arms went around her waist holding her close to him.

“I don’t understand why she mated him..” Inuyasha mumbled. “He always goes off about hating humans, but he mated on.” he mumbled on and on. “You idiot!! Luna is not human! She’s an alpha wolf. Your just too stupid to see it.” Jaken argued. Kagome and Inuyasha looked at Jaken with a confused and stunned look. “What!?” Inuyasha yelled. The hanyou stormed off an ran toward the two growling. “Oi!” he growled. Luna looked up at him with an annoyed look and then towards Sesshomaru who didn’t even move when the hanyou came into their clearing. “Your a wolf?” he growled. The teen blinked before shrugging and shifting slightly not saying anything. She sighed and slowly stood setting her bow and arrows down and grabbed Inuyasha’s sleeve leading him to the river close by. He followed willingly, slipping his sleeve from her grasp and grabbing her hand instead holding onto it.

“I don’t know how it works.. I transformed because Rin and Jaken were in danger. I smell human, and I look human.. But I’m not human..” she mumbled. She stepped away from him and looked down shutting her eyes and clenching her fists, her thoughts going back to how that woman grabbed Rin. Her eyes opened wide, eyes glowing bright blue and fangs growing. Inuyasha stared at her with a surprised gaze, before slowly stepping forward touching her cheek lightly. She stared up at him lips parted and fangs gong past them. Her eyes went back to normal as she looked up at him, his hand moving down and touching her waist softly. “I wish you hadn’t of mated him..” he whispered. Her lips parted to say something but nothing came out. “I.. I’m s-sorry..” she whispered.

She looked up at him but soon had no choice but to move away and break eye contact. The hanyou hated that but he could see the loyalty in her eyes, she didn’t wish to go behind Sesshomaru’s back, and Inuyasha admired that. She chose someone, and she refuses to leave that someone; and even though Inuyasha wants her, he’s not gonna force himself onto her. “No..I should be sorry.” he stated. “Your with him, meaning I have no right to be trying to do anything with you..I just want you to understand my feelings. You need to know that I like you more than I should, and the fact that you mated with my brother angers me. But I have no right to speak out against it, and I don’t wanna cause any fights for once.”

He looked at her as he explained himself, taking notice of how he had the females full attention. She never once looked away while he explained himself, never gave him any glared, any sign of hatred, but instead she smiled. “I accept your feeling Inuyasha, and even though I can’t return them, I’m glad you had told me and I hope our friendship can become closer now that you were able to open up to me.” she stated. Her voice is soft and smooth, and the hanyou couldn’t take it anymore, his arms wrapped tightly around her pulling her close and hugging her tightly, in which she slowly hugged back.

(Art is not mine)

Sesshomaru watched the scene from afar, his beast purring at his mates loyalty. His golden eyes moved to in front of him noticing Inuyasha’s woman was looking around most likely for Inuyasha. “He’s by the river with Luna.” he stated. The miko jumped out of surprise and placed a hand over her heart and looked towards the daiyokai and then towards the river. “Oh thank you!” she said softly. She ran to the river smiling softly at the scene before her.

The two moved away when they felt the others presence, Luna smiling over at her sister, while Inuyasha was sniffing his sleeves. His cheeks were red as he sniffed at his sleeves, the females scent pooling all over him. He expected her to smell of his older half brother, but she actually smelled of something sweet but also extremely expensive, and her natural scent smelled of cherry blossoms and the ocean. He loved it. He just looked away from the two girls and up towards the moon, his body tending a bit and he quickly took off into the woods ignoring the females calls to him.

Both girls looked at each other before shrugging heading back to camp. “Wonder what’s up with him..” Kagome mumbled. Luna shrugged sitting down and leaned against a tree, Rin running over and climbing into her lap smiling. Jaken quickly crawled over and sat down with the girl as well. Kagome smiled and pulled a bar out of her bag and tossed it Luna who caught it easily, looking at it. Rin looked at it blinking and shifting as the teen opened it chipping off a piece and taking a bite. A hum left her lips smiling at the sweet taste of chocolate. Luna then chipped off another bite and handed it to Rin who gladly took it eating it. A gasp left the small girls mouth and a hum left as she held onto her lips. “That’s so good!” she said excitedly.

Luna and Rin had escaped from the group joining Sesshomaru in the clearing. The teen was laid across his lap with the small girl in her arms, his mokumoku wrapped around the two. Luna head was laid on his shoulder, as he had rid of his armor letting it lay beside him so it would harm the two girls. His eyes closed and arm slacked around his mate enjoying the warmth and scent coming from her. The weight from both girls where felt like nothing more than a feather on him, so anytime either shifted it didn’t bother him.

Rin shifted slightly holding onto the teenager with a tight grasp. A light cry leaving her lips which caused Luna to turn slightly and slowly open her eyes. She wrapped her arm around Rin holding her close to her. “Your okay Rin..” she whispered. When the small girl heard the teens voice and slowly calmed down, moving her small body closer to the teens. Luna shifted just slightly and put her head back against her mates shoulder slowly shutting her eyes once more. Sesshomaru’s arm wrapping tightly around her waist and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

He looked off to the side his eyes sharpening noticing a woman standing on top of a hill, looking close to his own mother but yet different features. He clicked his tongue and looked away and back up at the sky, pulling the two girls closer to him in a protective manner.

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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thehollowprince said: I am looking forward to seeing how this all unfolds, because its a great premise, though I don’t know if I would have attempted to juggle all the chimeras the way you are. Although, speaking of chimeras, where’s Theo? I have a hunch he’s the one “helping” Hayden’s sister, and I’m curious as to what happened to the other chimera? The big one with the Garuda talons? Belasko?

Belasko is long dead and gone in this, he was a willing accomplice/minion of the Dread Doctors and official in-story fate for him is that he thus eventually died from incompatibility with his ‘donor’ material the way several of the other chimeras did in canon and Hayden was going to without Scott giving her the bite. The reason the chimeras are all werewolves here is because as Corey briefly alluded to while he and Lucas were investigating the creepy Fae Murder-House, they WERE chimeras created/experimented on by the DD just like in the show.

And when Scott and his core pack of Malia, Aiden and Ethan plus the surviving members of Satomi’s pack who escaped Kali with them like Brett, Carrie and Lori, like....when pre-story, they tracked down the Doctors’ most recent lair in the hopes of finding Theo, who Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan hoped was still alive even though they believed he died in their original escape from the Doctors, they found the other chimeras and took them with them instead. Eventually, of course, some of them like Hayden started dying because of their chimera natures, and since the Scott of this AU has different issues with the bite and his werewolf nature because of how things went down here versus how they happened in canon.....one of the ripple effects of that is here he’s less opposed to offering the bite when it seems needed, and so he offered and they all accepted rather than risk the poisoning fate that they had no way of knowing whether or not it might happen to them all at some point or not.

The not in-story explanation for the lack of Belasko is I simply said, with feeling, “Oh FUCK no, that is NOT remotely what a garuda is, Davis you freaking hack, Garuda isn’t even something you can freaking pluralize since he’s a being not a supernatural species, and I already oh fucked no this with Hayden and your nagual shit and oh fucked no this with your wendigo and skinwalker shit and I just effin’ refuse to oh fuck no this again so y’know what, Belasko’s dead, he died, oh no, much sadness, no more ‘garuda’ chimeras. And what the fuck was even up with his plot vehicle of a power anyway, like why the fuck did you even decide that ‘garuda’ was the best and only match for ‘a supernatural being that takes other peoples’ powers.’ Like, we get it, you made the chimeras to be the X-Men story nobody was ever going to pay you to write, but Belasko’s no fucking Rogue, and know what? Now you did it, I just decided in fact he’s just dead. You only have yourself to blame. Shouldn’t have made him suck, then maybe somebody would give a shit.”

Ahem. Anyway. Yeah that’s the backstory for the lack of Belasko. In shorter news, Donovan also died offscreen simply because I was fucking sick to death of everything said about him and that stupid shoe-horned ‘schism’ resulting from his canon death so I just made the executive decision to just nope him out of existence and just Not with him instead.

The only other remaining chimera was Noah, the berserker chimera played by Jordan Fisher who as you know, I very much like and felt was wasted by the show, so he’s still very much around and kicking, as was briefly mentioned when they were talking about Hayden’s sister.. He accepted the bite the same as the rest of the chimeras, but he still had a home and family he felt missed him and was worth going back to, so he went home with Scott and the rest of the pack’s blessing and well-wishes. That was very much laid in there as a Chekhov’s gun of a plot point to pay off later. (Hayden of course misses her sister a great deal, but she suffers from some insecurities and doubts pre-existing from her and Val’s parents’ deaths that made her feel that going home would just mean danger would follow her there, much like the reason Scott left and stayed away from Beacon Hills. Whereas Noah doesn’t have similar reasons or Peter-related issues for feeling this way and mostly was just sure if his mother could hear him expressing such a sentiment, she’d ground the shit out of him for even thinking that was an acceptable explanation for staying away. He was always meant to show up eventually though).

ACTUAL SPOILER-Y SPOLERS I guess, if anybody is concerned on that front at this point, lmfao:

And yup, Theo is absolutely the ‘anonymous source’ behind Hayden’s sister suddenly deciding out of the blue that there was some clue to be found in New York. He did survive and has been playing a longterm game of his own all along, because I stan a villainous Theo who isn’t an inherently just evil or irredeemable character, but one who has believed himself to be the only one looking out for his best interests and used to doing so for long enough that he has as of now convinced himself he can explain or justify most any actions he takes for this reason, at least enough to satisfy his own conscience. I just find Theo incredibly more compelling as the teenage version of canon Peter to act as a foil to Scott, as opposed to the teenage version of fanon Peter to act as a victim to Scott, y’know, the way most everybody decided to view him as.

The spoiler-y part is that like Aiden and Ethan briefly mentioned to each other when they first showed up in Beacon Hills, Theo was one of the original DD captives in this universe, along with Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan - a werewolf being experimented alongside the other four by the Doctors, for their ‘unique’ traits. (Malia and Theo’s full-shift abilities, Aiden and Ethan’s ‘twin connection’ and Scott’s seemingly greater-than-average resistance to magic like mountain ash circles, with this of course actual being an indicator of his future status as a True Alpha. The one and only difference I made to Theo’s backstory here is that he’s actually a werewolf and not a chimera here. He was changed by a rogue Alpha’s bite at one point, much like he’d claimed originally on the show). Anyway, at one point, the Doctors’ experiments finally triggered Scott’s ascension to True Alpha by essentially pushing at his protective instincts in regards to the others.

But while this was something the Doctors were aiming for, having their own uses for a potential True Alpha’s power/nature, there was an unexpected side-effect they hadn’t planned for, given that there wasn’t much data for them to go off of when it came to True Alphas because of how rare they are (at least by the time the Dread Doctors came along, though that wasn’t always the case, as Alberich expressed to Lucas and Corey).

What they didn’t account for stems back to that long as fuck meta I wrote ages ago about how I view ‘the shape you take reflects the person you are’ in canon, and True Alphas. Basically, my take has always been you either are a True Alpha or you’re not. There’s no ‘level-up’ process, no ACTUAL ‘ascension.’ To me, TA just means like.....a werewolf who is ALWAYS more of a leader than ever a follower, since even other Alphas like Derek, Peter, and the Alpha Pack have demonstrated that at least before they were each alphas, they were all more than capable of and willing to exist as betas to another alpha, even if that alpha was just their direct predecessor and a born relative. Scott’s unique-ness within the Teen Wolf universe ultimately comes down to one thing and one thing only for me.....no matter how his personal views and morality evolved and changed over time, the one thing that was a constant was that no matter what, he was never willing to follow anyone he didn’t believe had a ‘right’ to lead him or command him, and he wasn’t swayed by the usual arguments of why a werewolf like him, a seeming beta, SHOULD view someone like Peter or Derek having the ‘right’ to command his allegiance.

Because even though he wasn’t technically an Alpha until 3A......Scott by Derek’s own admission was never really a beta or an omega. To be a beta, he would have had to ACTUALLY accept Peter or Derek’s ability or right to command his allegiance, which he never actually did, and he was never really an omega either, because as Derek said in S2, he realized the reason he had so much trouble convincing Scott to join him was he was already the alpha of his own pack. Since, like Scott’s later pack always included non-werewolves, there was never actually any reason why Allison and Stiles COULDN’T have been considered his pack all along.

The only reason IMO that Scott wasn’t a True Alpha from day one, is because he came into the werewolf world not having a clue what the ‘rules’ were, and from day one, every single person to fill him in on what the rules were, did so according to their traditional/more common views of how ‘things worked.’ He didn’t immediately reveal himself as a TA because he didn’t realize such a thing even existed, or it was even possible to be one, and so for a time it kinda existed....in flux, as it were. He wasn’t truly a beta or omega because neither was in his nature - he was very much a social creature, a pack entity more suited to being surrounded by others than a loner, but he was also not remotely someone willing to set aside his own views, beliefs or goals in order to follow someone else’s, even if the price for that unwillingness was being essentially outcast as far as both ‘normal werewolf society’ and normal human society viewed things. He simply reflected the IMAGE of being a beta or an omega, gold eyes and all, because as far as he knew, as far as he’d internalized as of that point, that was who he was supposed to be or all he COULD possibly be.

What changed this for him wasn’t just being made aware that True Alphas were a thing, albeit rare, like in 3A when Deaton first mentioned it. Because after all, the only REASON Deaton brought it up, was because Scott and others were ALREADY confused by the occasional flickers of alpha red they witnessed his eyes showing, like in the fight with Ennis, and technically, going all the way back to Night School in S1, where his eyes flickered red when he defied Peter’s efforts to mentally exert dominance over him and make him kill the others. Basically, just like when he matched Ennis blow for blow, even if just briefly, even though as the bigger, stronger, and more experienced and ALPHA werewolf Ennis should have swatted him aside like a fly, not just knocked him back a few feet......the flickers of Alpha red showed up just when Scott seemingly defied the ‘rules’ of werewolf nature and refused to give way to an Alpha’s dominance the way that most other betas and omegas typically were seen or believed to.

IMO its as simple as ‘at these times and others, Scott SHOWED that he was simply NOT a beta, he refused to follow any convictions MORE than his own, and he was consistently SHOWN to never truly be an omega, because how can someone be packless when someone has people already willing to follow HIM’.....and thus, he was a True Alpha all along, simply because Alpha was the only word left to describe him, even if he never inherited the ‘power’ from another Alpha or ‘stole it’ by killing one. The only thing that ever actually changed for him, was that he existed as a werewolf long enough and in enough defiance of ‘the way things worked’ that he just stopped ACCEPTING that beta and omega were the only two options that existed to define him, and he just for the first time fully internalized his own belief that he didn’t NEED others to define him, that it was enough that he just exist as he already was. His own self-image, self-WORTH, was all that he needed.

And that’s why the pivotal moment in which he ‘ascended’ to True Alpha once and for all, was basically when he was once again saying ‘fuck you’ to the ‘rules’ when he broke through Jennifer’s mountain ash circle, something he shouldn’t have been capable of. He was able to do it, and manifest fully as the True Alpha he’d been all along, because in that moment, he deliberately and with INTENT, like with full conscious awareness of what he was doing, that he was fully attempting to accomplish what everyone else claimed was impossible, he basically said “the rules don’t matter to me, the fact that everyone believes I SHOULDN’T be able to do this doesn’t matter to me, the only thing that matters to me is I’m going to do it whether anyone else believes I can or not. Only I and I alone get to decide who I am and what I’m capable of.”

THAT in my opinion is what True Alpha always meant, and its why Scott was the only one we saw on the show....because his narrative, deliberately from day one, was ALWAYS one of self-determination above all else.

So basically, the same logic and reasoning all applies to LC and his ‘ascension’ to True Alpha there....it was the same thing. He was one all along, but only became one when his conscious AND subconscious reflection of ‘the way things worked’ gave way to his stronger self-determination and refuses to just ACCEPT the way things work. And because here the Dread Doctors, like most everyone else in universe, like except for those like say, Alberich, because they just innately didn’t understand the real nature of True Alphas and what made someone one and WHY they’d become so rare (essentially, it became like a self-fulfilling prophecy - the more rare True Alphas became, the less of them there were because the less new and young werewolves believed let alone ACCEPTED that there was an alternative to following those they didn’t believe in, if they simply....refuted it enough via their own self-image).....but because the Doctors didn’t fully GET that Scott wasn’t just a potential True Alpha, but was already kinda a....True Alpha in-cocoon so to speak....they didn’t fully realize all the potential repercussions of them trying to PUSH him into manifesting as one the way they were.

And so the thing where it was mentioned that the twins, Scott and Malia all kinda ‘share’ each other’s unique traits now, with all of them able to full-shift, all of them sharing a lesser degree of the same psychic connection the twins do, and Scott’s seeming greater-than-average resistance to magic....that happened all on its own, the second Scott ‘fully’ became a True Alpha, and its the part the DD didn’t prepare for and didn’t understand. Because by not getting that Scott had already been an Alpha the whole time, they didn’t realize that these shapeshifters they’d been keeping in close proximity to one another, in shared predicaments, and clearly developing bonds because of it....like, just as Scott was already an Alpha by then, they were ALREADY a pack by then. They just didn’t know it, because well, a pack needs an alpha and they didn’t realize they already had one. So basically, they already HAD a pack bond, and thus when that combined with the Dread Doctors’ actual experiment and the kinda.....magical reaffirmation of Scott’s own self-image and alphahood rippled back through the suddenly VERY REAL and very CLEARLY real pack bond all at once, like it’d simply magically sprung into existence instead of just showing what had already been there in a different shape or form.....this all added together to kinda create this supernatural compounding effect. And thus, pretty much by accident, the Dread Doctors managed to completely unintentionally create a REAL throwback to the werewolf packs of old, like Alberich and the other Fae had ORIGINALLY ‘designed’ them to be.

Because just like the power of a werewolf comes from essentially being the supernatural embodiment of their strength of self, of their inner power, who and what they really are....(and why the shape an Alpha takes in the show varies so tremendously based on how the various Alphas viewed THEMSELVES and their own power)....

So too, is the power of a werewolf PACK the supernatural embodiment of the idea of the pack in full....the idea that the whole is GREATER than just the sum of its parts. Which is why the more werewolves get added to a pack, the more EACH individual pack member’s strength, healing, etc, increased as a whole. And thus here, that was true, but in addition, these various unique shapeshifters also ended up sharing the same traits that made each of them ON THEIR OWN fairly distinct....which actually is the way it was always intended to be, and once had been true of ancient packs.

(As of now, only the core pack of Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan share in this ‘level’ of their pack bond, but as for why that is, the answer is actually in the above explantion, lol).

So yeah, Scott manifested as a True Alpha, instant pack bond whammo, and reacting pretty much on instinct to the surprise this created for the DD, they escaped, largely by instinctively pulling on EACH OTHER’S individual gifts...because while the way the DD held them captive took into account their respective gifts, like say, Malia’s ability to full-shift, it DIDN’T take into account the possibility of all of them suddenly being able to full-shift without warning.

And then Scott, Malia, Aiden and Ethan escaped and spent the next several months wandering, stuck in their full-shfit shapes because they didn’t entirely yet understand what had happened or how, and so with that and the trauma they’d endured, it took them awhile to like....remember how to shift BACK, essentially.

At the time, the four of them all believed Theo had died in their escape attempt. But after they eventually got free of Kali and Julia, and had added the surviving members of Satomi’s old pack, they decided to try and track down the Dread Doctors in the hope that Theo was still alive....because now, with a better understanding of what had happened and what they were capable of, they were convinced they could still feel Theo through their initial pack bond.

Instead they found the chimeras and no sign of Theo, and with the urgency of at least getting these latest prisoners of the DD safe and sound, they kinda accepted that maybe they were wrong and it was just wishful thinking that they’d been so sure they could still feel Theo.

Or at least, Scott and Aiden did. Ethan and Malia, not quite.

You remember when Josh, Tracy, Lucas and Corey met with Malia in the park at night while Lucas and Corey told them about meeting Alberich and everything he’d said and hinted at, and the ‘offer’ he’d asked them to take to Scott? And how Malia firmly shut that shit down and all but ordered all of them not to say a word, because as she said, Scott absolutely would take Alberich’s deal without a second thought, to keep the rest of them safe, no matter what it meant for him? When they asked if that meant not telling the twins either, and Malia said yes because Ethan would agree but Aiden never would, and Lucas asked if this meant she and Ethan HAD ever before kept something from Scott and Aiden specifically and she said yes but refused to elaborate further.....this is what that was referencing.

Because when they went back for Theo and found the chimeras instead, Ethan and Malia ended up on their own at one point, and this is when they discovered that Theo had been a plant all along. Yes he was a werewolf in this AU, but he’d still ended up working for the Dread Doctors in exchange for getting away from the Alpha who’d turned him. They’d put him in with the others under the guise of him just being another experiment, in order to utilize him as a kind of control variable to nudge the others in ways and at times they expected them to be resistant to just going along with the Doctors’ latest experiment.

At the time, they didn’t find any proof that Theo was still alive after all, just this, so Malia and Ethan did still very much believe that he was dead at this point, same as Scott and Aiden now.....and so they felt that there was no point in telling them this and disillusioning them with Theo’s betrayal/complicity the way they felt betrayed by this information, and that it would just make things worse. They honestly felt they were protecting them by doing this, or at least Scott as he was the one they were concerned would take it the worst given how much responsibility he feels for everything and everyone.....but they also agreed not to tell Aiden as they didn’t think he’d agree to keep it from Scott. As Aiden in this AU is extremely ride or die from Scott and hates subterfuge as a general rule (but also, because hiding the info about Theo and this deal about Alberich is absolutely doomed to bite them in the ass, and Scott needed to have at least ONE of the inner circle who wasn’t hiding anything from him, specifically BECAUSE they knew he wouldn’t agree to it, just like Josh is of course, Very Not Happy about being asked to hide this stuff about Alberich and his offer).

So yeah, Theo of course did survive the original escape attempt and escaped himself and decided to stay that way and that he’d had enough of the Doctors’ ‘help’/employment.....

But also in no small part because he’d ended up getting hit by/included in the pack bond the same as the others when it manifested, and considering he was as clueless why as any of them at first, he had no doubt that if he stayed in the Doctors’ reach, they’d be quite keen to use him for all their experiments into why and what it meant regardless of his ‘allegiances.’

Ever since then, he’s kinda been on his own doing his own thing, and he had no plans to go after the others or do anything more to them at first, as this Theo DOES still have a conscience and while he believes in looking out for number one, it DID still at times ping while lying to the others.....but that kinda changed once he worked out for himself a little bit of what it meant that he still could ‘feel’ the others, as well as being more resistant to magic now than he’d been previously. Because to ACTUALLY partake in the pack bond that’d been created, that meant that at least some of the bond he’d ‘faked’ creating with the others actually HAD been real. It wouldn’t have been enough for just THEM to believe it’d been real, and him to benefit from getting their portion of things as a result, like he’d originally tried to convince himself. Because see, once he did track down the others and observe them from afar, just to test his own theories, he found out that just like him....Scott and the twins now could full-shift into coyotes, like Malia. That, after all, was what they’d all gotten from her.

But, they - and Malia - ALSO could full-shift into wolves. Just like him.

And that, they could have ONLY gotten from HIM. The others didn’t get just a full-shift ability from Malia....they got the ability to shift fully into BOTH their wolf selves, and a coyote version of themselves, due to how closely related wolves and coyotes are, and thus they just sort of manifest slightly different selves via that shared family connection. It probably wouldn’t have worked the same way if Malia had been like a were-bear shifter or something, but another canine, yeah. They don’t use the other shape much at all, because for Scott, Ethan, Aiden and Theo, the wolf is what FEELS most like ‘them,’ whereas the coyote feels like a comfortable, well-fitting disguise they can slip into from time to time, while for Malia its the same in reverse, but its still something they each have.

And thus while the others could make the assumption, given that they thought Theo was dead or dead and a fake the whole time, that both full-shifts came from Malia’s ability just combined with the wolf nature of the other three.....for Theo, there was no denying that the reality was that the wolf full-shifts came from him. From him - unknowingly or not - ACTUALLY offering it up through the pack bond....something that only could have happened as something he GAVE, not that they just TOOK. Something, that was proof that somehow, without realizing it, the bonds he’d formed during that initial time had actually become a lot more real than he’d convinced even himself.

And Theo does NOT care for that realization.

Because see, if ANY of that was real, on his end, that gave those pings of his conscience from way back then renewed life and intensity, and frankly, he doesn’t care too much for his conscience. Its loud and annoying and inconvenient, and he’d quite like it to go suck a dick when he’s being comfortably amoral and doing whatever he damn well feels like doing for no other reason than because he feels like it. But now the thing’s always peskily droning away in the background reminding him its there, and Theo unfortunately tends to make some of his worst decisions when he’s testily trying to prove to his conscience that you’re not the boss of me and bitch, I do what I want.

Plus there’s the fact that on top of this, the very idea of MUTUAL pack bonds gives Theo very icky feelings of things like...obligation, and concern, and other four letter words that he very much just does not fuck with, thanks ever so much. With the cherry on top of his “I Did Not Ask For This, Please Take It Back To The Kitchen But No Not The Added Powers Too, Those Can Stay, I Like Those” Pie being that, well.....like I said, the reason none of them or the Dread Doctors realized ahead of time that they were already a pack, is because a pack needs an Alpha.

Which in time, makes Theo realize, that if on some level, he’s actually and still actually PACK, in his own subconscious as much as theirs.....then this by extension means....on some level, he views and accepts Scott as his alpha.

Theo: OH HELLLLLLLLLL NO.

Which, to my mind, is why Theo was always the perfect foil for Scott. Scott is a True Alpha who THINKS he’s okay with following but in actuality is never truly comfortable allowing another’s will to supersede his own, and would rather be on his own than with someone he’s uncomfortable following. Theo is a lone wolf who THINKS he’s okay being one and would never follow anyone but himself, but in actuality, he’s never truly been comfortable alone and he’s willing to allow others’ will to supersede his own if they offer comfort that outweighs his discomfort with the idea.

So Theo’s around making moves in the background because he has his own agenda for Fixing This and making things more in line with how he’d like them. There’s definitely an end game for that but I wouldn’t say its total redemption-oriented as he has absolutely Fucked Stuff Up before this point and will continue to do so, and with gusto, because he’s kinda his own worst enemy, but neither is it outright vilifaction and death and/or total ostracization/exile-esque. Its more...Theo is very much still in flux, somewhat like Scott was between being bitten and ‘becoming’ a True Alpha, and nothing that doesn’t go smoothly is totally without consequences. Its just.....Theo’s complicated, and he’s going to remain so, but what that means exactly tends to change over time. But like, Malia is also complicated, and so are Ethan and Aiden, and so is Scott, and they are all very different versions of complicated, so.......basically all I’m saying is I don’t think I could ever write a Theo that’s fully a ‘Good Guy’ but as much as I detest show Theo, like the twins, its because he could have been written a lot differently and been a lot more compelling for it, all without ever being a ‘Good Guy’ and so I’m not actually all that interested in writing him as an out and out no holds barred villain either.

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She is dying either way Part 2

Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles, Theo, Derek, Mellisa, Scott, Liam, Hayden, the Dread doctors, Kira, Allison

Pairing: Stiles Stelinski/ Theo Reaken X Reader Argent

Summary: Being Allisons big sister you swore to protect her. Always. After she died by the hands of an Oni you start blaming yourself for it. Separating yourself from the pack you throw yourself in fights you know you can’t handle. Becoming a stranger to your friends fighting the supernatural alone. A human against the creatures of the night.

One night you find yourself fighting for your life, ending up nearly killed and in a coma. Waking up left you with severe amnesia. Not even remembering your own name. The pack changes your last name so you can start over. Keeping their distance to protect you from a far. Theo take advantages of the situation and grows close to you. Betraying you, leaving you vulnerable.

Warnings: none so far. But it would be nice to know that the story isn’t at all accurate with the shows time line from season 3.

Word count: chapter word count: 3,992 total word count 10,370

read part 1: here

As the school year progressed, I was no longer the centre of attention, yet Stiles and his friends kept feeling weird when we were in the same room. And in a school that goes quickly if you have almost every lesson together.

As he was walking through the halls of Beacon Hills High, his eyes laid on my walking figure. Walking next to me was non-other than Theo Raeken, the boy who stuck around when everyone else was avoiding me. ''I can't stand the sight of these two together.'' said Stiles trough gritted teeth. ''It's for the best and you know it.'' Scott, one of Stiles friends, said gloomily.

Stiles head fell and he sighed. ''I know, but it still hurts. It should have been my hand she is holding, I should've been the one to make her laugh, I should've been the one where Theo now stands.'' The both of them stood still and looked where Theo and I were standing, one leaning against the lockers while the other grabbed their books.

Scott laid a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder. ''Maybe one day you can be.'' his words weren't all that reassuring as his gesture. ''It just kills me, knowing I can't be around her when she needs me.'' even for them it hasn't been simple the last couple of months. Making a decision like that could not have been easy.

Knowing what had really happened that night of my so-called accident was their burden to carry, something they had to try to live with.

Walking hand in hand we made our way towards the library to study. Having a free period in the middle of the day sucked. We couldn't leave and skipping school wasn't an option for me. ''Are you sure you don't want to get out of here?'' Theo asked teasingly, knowing very well I can't. ''I am sure.'' I said as I closed my book and placed it in front of me on the table. ''But we do can take a break.'' we had been studying for a while now. My legs felt num from sitting al day. ''What do you have in mind, darling.'' he let the last word roll over his tongue and looked at me whit lust full eyes.

Since a couple of weeks ago he started to call me darling every so often and it made my heart skip a beat of two. A pit formed in my stomach and lost my ability to speak. ''Well spill it, miss rebel.'' Whit a chuckle he looked at me. ''Let's go for a walk.'' packing my stuff I looked over to Theo who looked at me dumbfounded. ''Well, you coming or not.'' I threw my backpack over my shoulder and made my way towards the exit.

In a hurry Theo shoved everything in his own backpack and hurried after me. ''Show me the way.'' He said as he caught up with me. It was a five-minute walk to the woods behind the school. ''Should I be worried that you bring me to the woods?'' I laughed at his remark. ''Maybe you should.'' I winked at him.

His fingers found mine and intertwined. ''I just needed to get out, clear my mind.'' We stroll through the forest at a slow pace. ''Still a lot on your mind?'' Theo asked worried. ''Its just that I experience these vivid memories, but they are just outside of reach. A clouded image in the far back of my mind.'' it felt like I was starting to remember things and people from before my accident. Trying to fill a void whit information I don't have.

We found a bench along the forest path. It was a perfect spot to sit and talk. ''It's like a deja fu, but the moment it pops up in my head it's gone to.'' I scooted closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder.

I felt his arm reach around me and placed on my shoulder. ''You know I am here for you, I always will.'' I looked up to look him in the eyes. ''I know, and I am ever thankful for that.'' He planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

If I hadn't met Theo I don't know what my life would look like today. He made me forget about my accident, he made me forget about trying to remember who I used to be.

Time flew by if I was with him. We finished our walk and ended back up by the school. ''I will see you after class.'' Theo said and kissed my cheek before walking off. Frozen in place I touched my cheek. This was new, I didn't mind, but it was new. Maybe he liked me in the same way I had liked him for weeks now.

The bell had rung, and I was late for my class, I sprinted to the right classroom and sneaked in. ''Miss Woodlend, you are late.'' The coach, Bobby Finstock, is also our economics teachers, the very subject I am too late for. Midway I stood still and looked at the coach. ''I am, coach, and I am sorry.'' there was no reason to deny. ''Don't let this happen again or it will be detention.'' basically he let me off with a warning. Hastily I searched for my seat.

I sat two rows in front of Stiles and Scott who were whispering like school girls. ''I'm telling you there is something weird going on.'' Stiles whispered to Scott. ''These men in masks. Teenagers with silvery blood. They have be connected.'' Continued Stiles.

They tried so hard to conceal their whispers but with no luck. ''I thought that after Alison, we would have a break from the supernatural.'' Scott mentioned.

That name, Alison, why did it sounded so familiar. It was almost if I could hear her. Which was weird because I didn't know what her voice sounded like, or who she even was.

I tried to ignore their whispers, and follow the lesson. So lost in thought I wandered trough the halls looking for Theo. My thoughts kept going back to that name, Alison. I didn't notice Theo sneaking up from behind. As he reached for my hand I tackled him out of instinct, something I didn't know I could. ''Oh my god. Theo, I am so sorry.'' I helped him get back up. Shocked he looked at me. ''I didn't know you could do that.'' he awkwardly chuckled. ''Neither did I.''

I told Theo about what I heard Stiles say, I did let out a few things, so I didn't sound all to crazy. ''I need to find out who she was or is.'' He couldn't comprehend. ''Why?'' he asked. ''Because I think I knew her.'' It sounded crazy but I needed to know. ''But what makes you think she was a student here?'' what he just told me got me thinking. ''You are right, maybe she was from out of town, I'm over reacting.'' A wave of disappointment washed over me. Not of what Theo told me but because I was getting obsessive again.

One more class and we were done for the day, PE. We headed to the locker rooms to get changed. Every one who was on the lacrosse team had training and everyone else had to do laps around the field.

Minding my own business, I got changed and walked out to the field. The guys from the lacrosse team where are ready on the field, playing a match. Theo wasn't on the team, so he had to run laps too. ''Woodlend, why aren't you running?'' The coach yelled. He startled me and I didn't know how to respond other than by running.

At a slow pace I jogged my first lap, not wanting to drain my energy. I shot everyone and everything out and let my legs lead me over the grass. Passing by fellow students once, then for a second time. I wasn't necessary faster than them I lasted longer. It surprised me that I could run almost a marathon so short after my release from the hospital.

Lost in thoughts I ignored my pains and kept running until my sight went blurry. Realizing what was happening I stopped, my breathing was uneven and heavy. Leaning against a tree I tried to even my breaths, closing my eyes I counted the pauses between my breaths.

I knew what to do in a situation like this, I had this before. But I don't think I was running for fun then, I think I was running for my life.

To prevent from panic filling my body, I sat down at the ground. Starting to remember things from my past didn't help at all with my current situation. Failing in keeping myself calm I ended up in a panic attack.

Someone came to a hold in front of me and tried to talk me out of it but without use. I could neither see them nor hear them. All I could feel were two hands cupping my face and a pair of lips pressed to mine.

A warmth washed over me that flooded away the darkness that was surrounding me. Feeling the person pull away I opened my recently closed eyes and looked into the ones of Theo. ''I needed to make you think of something else other than your panic attack, so I kissed you.'' he said carefully. All I could do was smile. ''I need you in my life more than I like to admit.'' I said whit out thinking.

It shocked him. Never had he thought that I would think about him in such way. When he didn't react I started to regret what I just had said. ''I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.'' Quickly I got up to finish my laps. Theo stood up just as fast, if not faster. ''I am glad you said that.'' He walked towards me and hold my hand. ''Because I need you too in mine.'' and with that he kissed me again and that was the start of something new.

As we kissed, we didn't know people were looking. Stiles looked at us from the lacrosse field, out of anger he threw his lacrosse stick on the ground and grunted. His helmet and gloves soon followed his stick on the ground. Ignoring the shouting of the coach he walked towards the locker rooms. ''Stilinski! Where do you think you are going!'' The coach screamed as loud as he could and his vein on his forehead nearly popped from anger.

Scott followed his gaze and didn't understand what was going on. ''I will talk to him, coach.'' he said as he walked after Stiles. ''What was that out there?'' he faced an angry Stiles. ''You obviously didn't see, didn't you.'' It took him everything in him not to scream. ''No.'' Scott said curtly. ''You don't know how angry it makes me, to see MY girlfriend kissing that traitor.'' Stiles was nearly if not already in tears. ''What?'' Scott did indeed not understand. ''I saw Y/N kiss Theo, the very person we I suspect of being the cause of whatever is going on around here.'' Lost of words Scott looked at his best friend.

It was only Stiles that didn't trust Theo, and not only because he just kissed his girl friend but also because he thinks that that is not the real Theo. Scott on the other hand, didn't have a problem with him. He was just like him, a werewolf, only he was looking for a pack.

The last couple of weeks Theo did help Scott and his pack to figure out what was going on in the town of Beacon Hills. There were these creatures that called themselves the Dread doctors. What they wanted was jet a mystery.

Everyone tried to play it cool and pretend they didn't know me that well when Theo was around. Theo didn't need to know what had happened to me.

In the last few months there was a tension in the air, so thick you could almost see it. Teenagers were missing, others were found dead. Police said they were a victim of an animal attack.

Also in the last months my nightmares came back. Only this time I remembered everything. Shadowy figures with Japanese masks, people with fangs and claws and a girl. She was the only thing I could not remember.

The dreams scared me because sometimes didn't seem like dreams but reality. Walking trough school I looked for Theo, normally he would wait by my locker but the only who was waiting for me was Stiles. ''Move.'' I scoffed at him. ''Please, listen.'' He begged me. With a sigh I looked at him. ''You have one minute.'' I looked at him annoyed.

Why out all of a sudden wanted he to talk to me. ''Stay away from Theo, he is not who he says he is.'' Anger filled my veins. ''Excuse you?'' I blurred out. ''Y/N. Please, trust me.'' trust him, after what he just said. ''I don't have to trust you at all. Theo is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me and why do you all of a sudden care about my well-being.'' my words hurt him, he didn't blame me though, because I didn't remember us.

With hurt filled eyes he left. Waiting for a little longer I searched for Theo, but little did I knew why he wasn't here. Theo was with the very same men that haunted the town these days.

Not wanting to get late to class, so I left. On my way I texted him with where he was. For hours, I didn't get a response, it annoyed me but I wasn't worried. At lunch, I did get a text back. ''Sorry, car trouble be there to pick you up though.'' Ending with a kiss emoji.

Without my best friend around the day went by so slowly. After school, I waited in the library for Theo to show up. While I waited I received another text from him that he would be running late. I could have left but I decided to stay and wait, after all I had a lot of homework to do.

School ended at four thirty and Theo texted that he was here at six. I didn't realize it was already so late. Packing my stuff in the deserted library I felt like I was being watched. Trying to keep my calm I finished packing and got out of there.

Making my way towards the exit I heard this mechanical noise. Clicking and clanging of metal gears releasing gas. Walking faster and gripping my backpack I made it to the exit of the library.

Outside there were three people standing, they look like they came from a carnival. I stood still and looked at them not knowing what to do. They didn't spoke a word. Trying to back away from them I waddled aside.

With every step I took backwards they stepped closer. The moment I realized I was cornered, I made a run for it. Trying to reach for the school. Once inside I took out my phone and called Theo. ''Pick up, pick up!'' It looked like for ever for him to pick up. ''I know, I am late and you have all the right to be,'' Finally he had picked up but I didn't let him finish. ''Please hurry, I am scared, there are these three people. I don't know what they want.'' Looking for a hiding spot I tried to keep as quite as I possible could.

He knew immediately who I was talking about. ''Hide, I am five minutes away.'' Fear was present in his voice. I did what he told me and hide.

Out of all the places I could hide I choose the locker rooms. Carefully I placed my bag in one of the lockers and kept only my phone in hand. I could hear them closing in on me, but they were not the only one. I could hear another pair of footsteps.

Shadows were walking by the door. Holding my breath, hoping they would pass. My hands were trembling with fear. I felt my phone buzz in my hands. I looked at it and saw a text from Theo. ''I'm here, at the parking lot.'' I could make it. I bet I knew the school better than them. Typing back to him was difficult, so I spoke one in. ''I am coming to you.'' My voice was shaky and barely a whisper.

Opening the door, so I could peek into the hall. There was no one to be seen, so I made a run for it. As I was running trough the halls I heard a fight further down. The same path I needed to take.

Going against my better judgment, I ran along and saw a girl, my age, fighting one of the men. Once I got a better look at her I realised I knew her, we had some classes together. I believed her name was Kira. She was handling a katana like it was a part of her.

There was no way I could pass them. For a brief second she was distracted by my appearance. ''Get out of here now!'' she yelled at me, but got hit in the process. She flew backwards and her katana fell to the ground.

The masked man kicked the sword away and it glided over the ground. It ended up by the lockers just outside my reach. He grabbed her by the neck and held her up. Before I knew what I was doing I picked up the sword and walked closer to them, ready to fight.

I lashed out to him and hit his arm. He let go of Kira, who fell to the ground with a loud thud. I kicked him so hard he trembled backwards. It left a gap between him and us, so I could stand in front of Kira.

The man was recovered and fought back. Fighting with a sword felt like second nature, I knew how to hold it, how to lash out and how to protect myself from harms way. ''Remarkable.'' said the man in a static voice.

In the fight I had lost my phone. Theo had called for the hundredth time but without answer. At this very moment he was making his way into the school looking for me. ''Y/N!'' I heard him call. ''Theo!'' I called back as I duck from a counter attack.

Theo came running around the counter and saw me fighting. ''Not her!'' He yelled and lashed out with what looked like claws. His eyes looked like they were glowing a bright yellow.

I hurt Kira standing up. ''Where did you learn to fight like that?'' I gave her back her sword. ''I don't know. But it explains some scars.'' I joked and she let out a painful laugh too.

As Theo was fighting, Kira grabbed my arm en pulled me away. ''We need to go.'' Together we run towards the parking lot. ''What about Theo?'' I asked once we were outside. ''He can take care of himself, trust me.'' I looked at the school, hoping he would walk out any minute now.

Inside Theo was still fighting. ''Like you said, her condition is perfect.'' the masked man said. ''You can take anyone but her.'' his plans had changed, at first he wanted to give me up, but he cares too much now. ''But you said,'' Theo didn't let him finish. ''I know what I said, but you can't have her!'' what he never expected, was falling in love.

Apparently the man had enough of Theo and disappear into thin air. Left alone in the hall Theo took a second to breath and then ran outside. Kira had led me to a blue pick-up truck that looked like it had his best years. ''We can bring you home.'' Kira said opening the door. ''We?'' I asked. Looking into the car I saw Scott and Stiles. ''Oh hell no.'' I said backing away from the car.

Both Scott and Stiles stepped out of the truck. Kira walked closer to me after signing to the boys to stay put. ''Please, we need to get out of here, those men could come back any minute.'' she tried to persuade me, but without success. ''I am not leaving Theo even tough he scared the living shit out of me back there.'' thinking back to his appearance.

After hearing that Stiles jumped out the car fully. ''What did he do?'' he sounded concerned. ''None of your business.'' I scoffed at him. ''It is. But you don't,'' I cut him of. ''But I don't what? Remember?!'' I had it with this amnesia. ''Yes.'' He said softly. I shook my head and walked back to the school.

Half-way trough the parking lot I saw Theo exit the school. Once he led eyes on me he started sprinting to me. Hugging me so tight I couldn't breathe. Reality hit me and pulled away from him. ''What was that in there?!'' I half shouted, attracting the others' attention. ''You had claws,'' I held up is hands to see them. ''fangs and glowing eyes.'' I was shaking with adrenaline and fear.

He looked over my shoulder to look at Scott who was shaking his head. ''I don't want to lie or hide anything from you any more.'' Confused was written all over my face. ''Then don't.'' Taking a deep breath he searched for the right words. ''I am a werewolf.''

My mind couldn't process, obvious it was a lie because werewolves didn't excist and yet I wanted to believe him. ''Don't lie to me, tell me the truth Theo.'' I needed him to tell me he wasn't lying. ''I am not lying.'' I was looking for the truth in his eyes and that is what I found.

His eyes glowed the same yellow as it did inside the school. His whole face changed, he grew fangs, claws and more facial hair. ''Please don't be afraid or angry.'' Turning back to normal I still looked at him, not knowing how to feel.

With my hands in my hair I turned around, looked at the others saw a very angry Scott and then back at Theo. ''Theo why did you tell her!'' Scott sounded angry. ''Because I am done lying to her.'' All he wanted to do was protect me from the same men he agreed to lead me to them.

There were so many things I didn't know about and neither did Scott. ''He is the only one honest towards me, you all choose to ignore me or make me feel worse. We are going.'' I took Theo's hand and walked to his car. ''We do need to talk though.'' I said once we were in the car. ''Of course.'' He gave me a warm smile.

We had our issues to talk out. But that didn't make me like him less. The tension between Theo and Scott and his friends was thick. Even they had to put their difference aside to work together and being honest. The only reason why they would do that was because my life depended on it.

One night, a couple of days after the school incident, they came to my house. The masked men took me from my home and brought me to their lair. The moment of the abduction happened so fast.

One moment I was sleeping and the next I was awoken by the same mechanical noise. Opening my eyes I saw them hovering over my bed, they all placed a hand on me and started to pulse. My body felt weird and a second later I wasn't lying in my bed any more but on an old and dirty operation table.

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So Close - S.S V

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 - S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12

Word-count: 4.9k+

A/N: Aaaannnddd that’s a wrap on Season 2!! I’ve had so much fun writing this series and I’m looking forward to Season 3!! Let me know if you have any requests or critiques :) Enjoy!!

To say Melissa had been distant since that night was an understatement. When the three of you got home, there had been yelling and crying, and scratchy voices pleading for forgiveness. You weren’t sure if anyone actually slept after everything you’d all been through; you hadn’t. And you didn’t the next night either. On the third night, you’d just about given up.

You pushed your covers aside and changed into running clothes. Your lungs were on fire and your legs were aching as you pushed forward. You still weren’t where you needed to be, but as soon as you stopped in front of the Stilinski household, you knew. You made your way to the back of the house and started climbing the trellis next to Stiles’ room. He was still up. You tapped the window and watched him make his way over.

“Hey.” He sounded breathless and he looked confused. “What are you doing here?” He was frowning, but reached his arms out and helped you inside nonetheless.

“I couldn’t sleep after…” You trailed off and took a breath before clarifying, “I can’t sleep.” You shook your head and put a hand to your temple. “I shouldn’t have come. This is stupid. I'm sorry. I-”

“Hey, stop talking.” You looked up at Stiles, confused. He opened his arms and pulled you into a hug. “Come here. This isn’t stupid.” You started breathing deeply, trying to focus on anything other than the panic building in your chest. His room smelled like old books and too many half-eaten midnight snacks, and you guessed Stiles’ had just showered because he and his clothes smelled like rain and fabric softener.

“You know I- I close my eyes and start sleeping and I just- I can feel his claws wrapping around my neck. And I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe, Stiles.” The words started tumbling out and you couldn't stop. “I know it’s overdramatic, but I can’t stop it. And I’m so tired of trying. I’m so-”

“Shhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you. You can breathe.” Stiles held you a little tighter for a moment before guiding you to the bed. He sat next to you and held your hand, moving his thumb gently back and forth over the top. You didn’t realize you were shaking until he kept still. “Y/N, how long has it been since you slept?”

“Not that long.”

“Alright, how long is ‘not that long?’”

“This is the third night that I can’t sleep.” Your voice was so quiet, but once you admitted it, you felt lighter. And you knew Stiles would understand, because you used to stay up with him when he couldn’t sleep.

Stiles took a deep breath, seemingly mulling over his options. “If you stay here, can I give you some sleeping pills?” You were about to protest when he went on. “You know it’s the only way I can let you stay. Otherwise, your mom will kick my ass.”

You smiled sadly and dropped your gaze to where your hands interlaced with his. “She hasn’t been doing much ass-kicking lately.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed and then tried again. “Stay so I can take care of you? Please?”

You turned to look at him and, after a few seconds, you nodded. You pressed your forehead to his temple and rested your chin on his shoulder. You’re not sure if the lack of sleep was making you honest, but before you could stop it, the words tumbled out in a sleepy haze. “I think I love you, Stiles.”

“Woah, easy there, McCall,” he teased. You moved so you weren’t facing him so directly anymore. “People might think you have feelings.” You smiled but your heart panged. He didn’t love you.

At some point, Stiles got up and came back with medicine and water. You don’t remember taking it, and you can barely remember when Stiles got into the bed and you wrapped your arms around him. You can’t remember when you put your hand to Stiles jaw and pulled your face into his neck. Or when he had his hand in your hair and kissed your forehead. Or even when, long after you’d both been lying there for an hour, Stiles took a deep breath and told you he loved you, too.

---

You sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom, books muddled around you like a tornado had gone through your backpack. Isaac laid across your bed, reading a book for English class - why he was doing that when he and the others were in hiding, you weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. Regardless, you were just happy he was back in your life.

“Erica and Boyd are leaving tonight,” he said casually, flipping to the next page. He looked at you cautiously but he’d shied away by the time you looked up at him with a frown on your face.

“Where are they going?” you asked and capped your highlighter. “Are you going with?”

Isaac sighed and closed the book. He looked at you before answering, “I don’t know. They said they found a new pack, but I … I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You nodded and looked down at your study notes. All the studying in the world couldn’t distract from the danger that surrounded your friends. “What do you think I should do?”

You looked up with a small smile. “Honestly? I think you should talk to Scott. I’m too close to this to tell you what you need to hear … but, for what it’s worth, I think you should stay.”

He nodded and went back to his book. You looked at him for a bit longer before returning to your notes. The two of you sat in silence for a while longer before Isaac started shifting around on your bed, eventually clearing his throat to get your attention.

“Yes?” you arched an eyebrow at him. When he sang out that it was nothing you rolled your eyes. “Isaac, you’ve been squirming for like fifteen minutes. What’s up?”

He sighed and laid his head back dramatically. “It’s just … why do you smell like Stiles?”

You blinked a few times and pulled your legs into your chest. “I do not,” you said defensively, pushing your books away.

Isaac laughed and looked at you. “Yeah, you do,” he said with an annoying smirk.

“No. I don’t,” you told him and stood up. He wasn’t speaking but he was giving you an annoying, knowing look. So you threw a pen at him. “Shut up.”

“Mm-hmm.” He’d caught your pen and was twirling it around in his fingers. He took a few dramatic sniffs of the air and hummed, “Definitely doesn’t smell like old lacrosse gear and teenage angst in here.”

“You’re a real jerk, you know that?” you narrowed your eyes and pulled him to his feet. “Go harass my brother and leave me alone.” Isaac laughed as you used your entire body weight to push him out the door.

“Oh, one more thing,” he added, leaning his weight back and almost arching over you. You huffed in response. “If I can smell it, I can almost guarantee Scott and the others can too.” Mortified, you slammed the door in his face and leaned against it to gather yourself. You listened to him laugh as he walked down the hallway and out of your house. Damn werewolf senses.

---

With everything that was going, you hardly felt like sitting through a lacrosse game, but this was the first contact between Melissa and Scott that she’d initiated since that night, so you wanted to be supportive. And since you and Stiles had basically moved in together at night, you figured you had to start being there for him during the day too.

“Oh no.” You looked up when you heard Noah’s voice. He looked dazed as he stared out at the field. “Why is my son running on the field?”

“Because he’s on the team…?” Melissa’s answer sounded like a question, but you’d gathered from the few lacrosse games you’d seen that Stiles was largely the team bench-warmer. However, the unsure answer was all the confirmation Noah needed.

“He’s on the team. He- he’s on the field,” he nodded as he spoke and then stood up. “My son is on the field!” he cheered. You laughed lightly at his display of pride but the game hadn’t started yet, so you and Melissa were the only other people in the stands who cared.

You’d zoned out for most of the game, but you looked up when you noticed someone standing next to you. “This seat taken?” Lydia smiled, pointing to the empty spot next to you.

“I was hoping you’d show,” you said as you pulled her into a hug. The two of you had grown a lot closer since her party; all the whispered conversations about what was going on and the ice cream shared over her breakup had added up. The two of you talked for a while until Stiles managed to get the ball. He got tackled almost immediately and you winced.

“He’s probably just warming up,” Melissa offered hopefully. You looked over and Noah didn’t seem to buy it, so you and Lydia echoed similar agreements to boost his confidence.

The next time he fumbled for the ball, two other players hit him. All four of you seemed to feel that one. “Oh, he’s just a little nervous.” Lydia waved it off. “Plenty of time to turn it around.” Although that was true, you felt your confidence slipping when he got hit in the head by the ball and the crowd started booing him.

You saw Isaac striding onto the field and lifted your head. He talked to Scott before joining the rest of the team on the field game, and they’d clearly come up with some kind of plan because Isaac started taking out the other Beacon Hills players. Were they trying to get him off the bench? Whatever it was, you hoped Isaac would at least go easy on Stiles.

Your fears didn’t add up to much, because once Scott was on the field Isaac went down. Jackson must have gotten him; he’d have healed otherwise. You were going to go with when they put him on the gurney, but Lydia reached for your hand. “Where are you going?” she frowned.

“Uh,” you glanced at them wheeling Isaac away and decided that Scott would have signaled you if he was in any danger. “Nowhere.” You smiled and shifted your attention to the field, sitting back down. It was a good thing you stayed too, otherwise, you’d have missed Stiles actually making a goal. Or three.

Everyone cheered when the buzzer rang out. Beacon Hills had won! And it was because of Stiles! The victory was short-lived once the lights cut out and the field was plunged into darkness, screaming, and the sound of running. You broke free of Lydia’s grip and went to find Stiles. When the lights came on and they found a body, you raced over, wedging yourself between Scott and Isaac. It was Jackson, thank God.

“Scott, I can’t find Stiles,” you breathed, pulling on his uniform to get his attention.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Scott said, brushing you off. “Jackson’s the one we need to worry about right now.” You reluctantly nodded, but when Noah started wandering around the field calling for his son, you knew you shouldn’t have.

---

You waited outside the boys’ locker room for Scott and Isaac, but when Noah came out your heart sank. You went inside hesitantly, covering your eyes until the sound of crunching metal met your ears. You pulled your hand away and stared at Scott, who had ripped Stiles’ locker off its hinges. “Jesus, Scott,” you exhaled as you made your way closer to the pair. “How are you gonna explain that one?”

“We’ll figure something out,” he mumbled and started digging through the locker, moving things out of the way until he found some clothes.

“You’re gonna find him by scent?” Isaac asked doubtfully.

“Yeah, we both are.” Scott handed Isaac a shoe before turning to face the group.

“But how come you get a shirt and I get a shoe?” Isaac questioned. They were both squinting at their items when you looked over their shoulders to find Derek standing there with someone.

You tapped their shoulders and pointed to the new members. “Uh, guys … I think we’ve got bigger problems.” They both turned to look at what you were gesturing to.

“We need to talk,” Derek told them.

“All of us,” the new person added. He had an annoyingly smug face and Scott seemed tense. You looked over at Isaac for context, but he seemed as confused as you were about who the new guy was.

“Holy shit,” Scott breathed. He started moving closer to Derek and you hurried to get between them. They wouldn’t hurt you. Probably. “What the hell is this?”

“You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff’s Station.” Derek’s voice was snippy and you could tell he was upset, too. You hadn’t known that Scott and Gerard were talking, but you assumed he knew what he was doing.

“Okay, hold on,” Scott started, still moving closer. You held a hand out to keep him in place. “He- he threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna go with Scott on this one,” the stranger piped in. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Have you seen his mom?” he asked Isaac. Isaac gaped at him. “She’s gorgeous.”

“Shut up!” you yelled in unison with Scott and Derek. “Who is this guy?” you waved your hand in his direction.

“He’s Peter. Derek’s uncle,” Scott explained. “Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat.”

“Hi,” Peter waved. You and Isaac shared an apprehensive look that best friends know all too well.

“Good to know,” Isaac responded and smiled at him. You rolled your eyes.

“Then shouldn’t he be dead?” you asked, looking back at Derek for confirmation.

“Look, the short version is: He knows how to stop Jackson,” Derek told Scott, completely ignoring your question. You cocked your head to the side when he ignored you - he’d never done that before. “And maybe how to save him.”

“Well, that’s very helpful. Except that Jackson’s dead,” Isaac replied.

“What?”

“Yeah, Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field.” Scott confirmed Isaac’s story. You felt a bit sick when it actually clicked in your mind. You’d been too worried about Stiles to realize that your friend was dead.

“Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?” Isaac broke the new-found silence.

“Because if Jackson is dead,” Peter started explaining like it was the most obvious thing, “It didn’t just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen.”

“But why?” Derek asked.

“Well, that’s exactly what we need to figure out,” Peter said with a smile. You wanted to punch him as he walked closer to your brother. “And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.”

---

Even though you wanted to be out looking for Stiles, Isaac convinced you that, with Jackson dead, he was probably safer wherever he was. That’s how you ended up at the Hale house looking for information about what to do with all of them. The place gave you the creeps but you visibly relaxed when Scott told you they’d found Stiles.

“Look, I told you, I looked everywhere.” Derek’s voice snapped you out of your momentary comfort.

“You didn’t look here.” Peter removed one of the side panels of the stairs and took out a dusty old box.

“What is that? A book?” Derek seemed surprisingly defensive when he realized there were parts of the house he hadn’t searched.

“No,” Peter scoffed. “It’s a laptop. What century are you living in?” Derek looked like he was going to put him through the stairs, but Peter kept talking so he didn’t have the chance. “A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren’t the only ones that keep records.”

---

“What’s happening to him?” Scott asked. The four of you were peering over at Jackson’s weird goop.

“I don’t know!” Melissa yelled quietly. “I thought that you were gonna tell me! Is it bad?” She turned to face Scott, panic evident on her face.

“Well, it doesn’t look good,” Isaac mumbled and you hit his arm lightly and gave him a look.

“It’s like he’s cocooning. You know, like a caterpillar,” you offered, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“You’re saying he’s gonna have wings?” Isaac asked.

“I don’t know!” you snapped. Jackson started moving and you all moved back, making various noises of surprise.

“Um, Mom, could you zip it up, please?” Scott asked and you stared at him.

“What the big bad werewolf can’t zip it up?” you whisper-yelled at him. Melissa agreed to do it and moved closer to the body again. The bag got stuck right underneath his chin. Scott’s eyes widened and you grabbed his hand reflexively, but when Jackson’s mouth opened and he started hissing, you ran forward to help your mom.

“Mom. Zip,” Scott begged. You helped her zip it up, all the while fearing you’d lose a hand. The four of you shared a terrified look when it was over, and Isaac was the first one to laugh. Soon all four of you were laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but you all fell silent when Jackson started moving again.

Scott called Derek as you all huddled in the corner. Jackson was waking up and you pocketed some of the sharpest medical equipment you saw when no one was looking. They came to the agreement to meet up halfway and you, Scott, and Isaac hurried to move the body before he woke up.

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Chris ended up driving you to the warehouse that you guessed represented halfway. Why there were so many empty buildings in Beacon Hills was beyond you. “I think he stopped moving,” Isaac said once everyone was out of the car. You shuddered at the phantom feeling of the body bag moving between the two of you in the backseat.

“Where’s Derek?” Chris asked. He must have been waiting for you guys because no sooner than when the question was out could Derek be seen making arguably the most dramatic entrance you’d ever seen. After exchanging words with Chris, he told you to get Jackson inside.

Scott asked where Peter and Lydia were once everything was set, but Derek either didn’t seem to understand or he didn’t care. He told him that we were past saving Jackson. Scott started protesting but Derek snapped at him.

“Think about Scott!” he yelled. “Alright? Gerard controls him now. He’s turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful!”

“No,” Chris shook his head. “No, he wouldn’t do that. If Jackson’s a dog, he’s turning rabid. And my father wouldn’t let a rabid dog live.”

“Of course not.” Gerard’s voice rang out through the warehouse. “Anything that dangerous, that out of control … is better off dead.”

Derek didn’t hesitate once he saw Gerard. He moved to slash Jackson’s throat, but Jackson woke up and put his claws through Derek’s stomach. He held Derek up as he stood and tossed him to the other side of the warehouse.

“Well done to the last, Scott,” Gerard praised as he sauntered over. “Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.”

Scott ducked as an arrow flew out and hit Isaac in the shoulder. You caught him as he fell and dragged him to a safer place. “It’s okay,” you whispered. He was groaning. “This is gonna hurt,” you told him and pulled the arrow out of his chest. He cried out but at least he’d be able to heal now. Gunshots rang out in the other section of the warehouse and you could hear glass shattering and Jackson hissing.

You smiled at Isaac and kept pressure on his wound. You had no idea what else to do; you were the human knife at a supernatural gunfight. “Is it healing?” you asked. He nodded in response and moved to get up. When Derek roared, he started turning and he was quick to his feet.

“Stay out of this,” he warned. You were going to argue but he was already headed to the fight. The werewolves still frightened, but you didn’t exactly feel like being strangled by Jackson again, so you went to find a new hiding spot.

You didn’t expect to find Allison though. You shared a look before she raised her bow at you. “What? You’re gonna shoot me too?” you scoffed, moving slowly for the hospital blade in your pocket without her realizing.

“If I have to,” she answered. She was so cold. So distant. What happened to her?

“Allison, I’m your friend,” you said, inching closer once your hand was around the handle of whatever medical knife you’d stolen. “I’m human.”

“Not when you’re with them.” She turned and shot another arrow at Isaac. She kept shooting as she moved closer and you threw your blade at her. You watched it slice through the air, only to ricochet off Jackson’s reptilian back. He grabbed Allison and stopped her from killing Isaac. You would’ve been thankful under different circumstances.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Gerard told her as he emerged from the darkness. Allison was gasping for air as Jackson’s hand snaked around her neck. You recoiled at the all too familiar feeling.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“He’s doing what he came here to do,” Scott told her. You slowly made your way closer to the group.

“Then you know,” Gerard looked at Scott.

“What’s he talking about?” Allison asked her grandfather. Her voice was quiet but frantic.

“It was the night outside the hospital, wasn’t it?” Gerard speculated, ignoring Allison. “When I threatened your mother? I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could just smell it, couldn’t you?”

“He’s dying,” Isaac said simply. He was human and kneeling now. You crouched beside him and put an arm around him, trying to get him away from this.

“I am,” Gerard said. “I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does.”

Allison gasped and Jackson tightened his grip around her throat. “You monster,” Chris spat.

“Not yet,” Gerard replied. Like he’d made a joke.

“What are you doing?” Allison yelled, trying desperately to get out without Jackson killing her.

“You’ll kill her too?” Chris cried.

“When it comes to survival, I’d kill my own son.” Gerard turned his attention to your brother and nodded, like he’d given him an order. “Scott.”

Scott moved closer to where Derek had collapsed on the floor during the fight. He was still mostly paralyzed but he was begging Scott not to do it. Gerard was manipulating the conversation and you watched as Scott pried open Derek’s mouth and made him bite Gerard. But the wound wasn’t healing - it was dripping black blood.

“What did you do?” Gerard asked, venom dripping in his voice.

“Everyone said Gerard always had a plan,” Scott explained with all eyes on him. “I had a plan too.”

Gerard checked his pills and crushed them in his hand. “Mountain Ash!” he yelled. The black blood started dripping from his nose and eyes as he fell to his knees. You gagged and hid your face in Isaac’s shoulder to block it out, but you could still hear him choking on it. When his body fell to the floor, the warehouse was silent except for Derek asking why Scott hadn’t told him. Scott told him that just because he was an alpha, it didn’t make him his alpha.

Gerard started crawling and sputtering again and your eyes drifted to him. “Kill them,” he told Jackson. “Kill them all!”

Jackson loosened his grip on Allison as he tried to adjust to his new order, and she used that moment to elbow him in the face before running away. Something barrelled through the walls of the warehouse and you pulled Isaac to his feet and out of the way. It was the Jeep. It was Stiles.

He hit Jackson with his car and slammed on the brakes. That didn’t keep him down though, and he jumped on the hood of the car and hissed at them. Stiles got out and raced towards the group, but Lydia got out and stood in front of Jackson, holding a key out to him. He paused and looked at it, recognizing something. The scales started to fade and reveal his face. He took the key and started backing away from her, which left him open to an attack from Derek. You watched as he and Peter held Jackson up by their claws and then as Jackson collapsed when the two released him.

Lydia rushed forward and held onto him as he fell to the floor, but she didn’t make it in time. It looked like Jackson was dead. You looked over and saw Scott and Allison interlace their hands. A glance at Stiles showed that he was crying. Gerard had fled. Isaac was moving closer to Derek. And then Jackson started waking up and turned into a werewolf. Lydia darted closer and wrapped her arms around him. The beauty of this moment was kind of crushed when Stiles started skulking over to his Jeep, mumbling something about it being scratched.

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You’d try to scrub off the image of Gerard spraying black blood everywhere and the feeling of the kanima choking you when you showered, but all that resulted in was some very red, very angry skin. Afterwards, you curled in bed with a Netflix series to calm down and take your mind off things. With the way you were feeling, you could tell it would be a long while until you’d be able to sleep.

After about an hour, you went down to grab some water and padded back up to your room. You could hear something inside but you knew Scott was in his room and Melissa was asleep. You swapped your glass for the baseball bat in the hallway and gingerly made your way over, raising the bat as you got closer. Someone was leaning over your desk, looking through your things.

“Hey, these are actually pretty good.” You blinked as you registered that it was just Stiles snooping through your old books and not an actual threat.

“Any reason for breaking and entering tonight?” you asked, lowering the bat and leaning it against your bedside table.

“Yeah, I was-” Stiles turned and scoffed when he saw the baseball bat. “The bat? Seriously? Does anyone in this house even play baseball?”

“Softball. I won the family game at the Sheriff’s department for your dad. Remember?” You folded your arms over your chest. “Your turn to answer a question.”

“No, I don’t remember.” When you didn’t respond to his joke, Stiles sighed and looked away. “You didn’t come over … It got late and I was worried.” That made you soften slightly, and you took a breath and closed your door. After a week of sneaking into his room at night - and considering how you’d shown up the first time - it wasn’t hard to believe that he got worried when you didn’t show.

“I just thought…” You grasped for the words. How could you explain that you didn’t want to spend the night with him anymore because it gave you hope that you’d be something other than friends? And how it hurt to see him pining over Lydia when they saved Jackson? “I thought maybe we could use some time apart.”

“Oh.” Stiles took a breath and sat on your desk. He looked confused and you didn’t know what to say to make it better without telling him how you felt about him. The confusion gave way to something a bit harsher. “Yeah, okay. I get how the whole setup - a setup that, uh, you created, by the way - could be weird.”

“That I created?” you echoed.

“Well, you showed up at my house. Remember?”

“Yeah, kind of like you did now.” You were unnecessarily defensive, and clearly Stiles caught onto that.

“Look, I didn’t mean-” he sighed and rubbed the side of his face. “I’m just gonna let myself out. Wouldn’t want to spend too much time with my best friend or anything.” He pushed himself off the desk and started making his way to the door. Which you were blocking.

“Stiles, that’s not what I meant. I-”

“It’s fine, okay? I get it. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” Stiles said as he moved around you, very careful not to make any physical contact as he did. You didn’t turn when you heard him open the door to leave or when it closed behind him, not even when the tears started spilling down your cheeks or when it felt like your heart splintered into a million tiny pieces.

Part 6

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