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Season 2, Episode 2: Shape Shifted

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Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Notes: our fav curly haired boy finally makes an appearance!! even tho he’s on the struggle bus rn I’m so excited to finally have him in the series

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I winced as my back slammed against the concrete floor of the jail cell, a twinge of pain rolling up my spine. A snarling face appeared above me only a moment later. He caged me in with a clawed hand on either side of my head, growling only inches away.

“Isaac!” I barked, trying to snap him out of it.

There was just enough space between us for me to brace my hands against his chest. I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster and, surprisingly, he stumbled up onto all fours a few feet away.

Isaac growled again from his crouched position, pupils blown wide, making his eyes look completely black. He snarled, revealing his sharpened teeth, and glowered at me dangerously. In the blink of an eye, he hauled me up to my feet and pinned me against one of the brick walls.

He leaned close, roaring loudly, and my eyes pinched shut as a fear-induced tremor wracked my body. I pressed my back firmly into the wall behind me, my heart sputtering in my chest. I peeled my eyes open when the room went silent and stared ahead with wide eyes, my breath reduced to trembling gasps.

I should probably take a moment to explain how I got myself in this ridiculous situation.

Stupidity, mostly. My intentions had been mothing but good and still, everything somehow managed to fall apart. But that seems to be a trend in my life, doesn’t it?

Earlier that day...

“You really don’t remember anything?” Allison pressed, despite being told the same answer several times on our way to school.

“They called it a fugue state.” Lydia quipped, swaying her hips as she held her jacket tightly beneath her crossed arms. “Which is basically a fancy way of saying ‘we have no idea why you can’t remember running through the woods naked for a week’.”

She rolled her eyes with a huff, as if the whole thing was nothing but a minor inconvenience. I watched her closely as she bounced up the stairs in her heels. She’d been acting way too...normal since we found her. She kept insisting that she’s fine and doesn’t remember a single thing but somehow, that seems so much worse.

“But, personally, I don’t care. I lost nine pounds.” She shrugged with a satisfied smile, and Allison chuckled.

I couldn’t help but frown. There was no way she didn’t have any lasting effects from being lost in the woods for a week, or that Peter’s bite had done absolutely nothing to her. There was just no way.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I peered at her with concern, and she just rolled her eyes.

“Please, it’s not like my aunt’s a serial killer.” She turned on her heel, flicking her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, before either of us could respond.

Allison’s lips parted as she stared at her retreating figure, her brows lifting in surprise. I rubbed a hand over my lips to hide the smirk that was threatening to break through. While completely and utterly inappropriate, I couldn’t deny that the comment was pretty funny.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I followed after her quickly through the front doors of the school.

My steps faltered as I saw that every single person in the hallway had stopped to stare at Lydia. She stood froze in place, her eyes wide as they flickered around the space. Quiet footsteps sounded behind us, the only noise in the otherwise silent hall.

“Maybe it’s the nine pounds.” Allison joined us at Lydia’s other side and leaned down to whisper the jab into her ear.

She squared her shoulders and flattened her features into a practiced boyeed expression before flicking a stray piece of hair away from her face and strutting away. I narrowed my eyes at her back, the persistent feeling that something was going on with her beneath the surface nagging at me. Allison and I shared a quick glance before following her toward our first class of the day.

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I let out an annoyed sigh, for once trying to actually focus on the assignment in front of me. We were doing partner work today and since there were an uneven number of students, Mr. Harris put me, Stiles, and Scott together. We were all surprised by that choice, but I honestly think he wanted us to get distracted so he’d have an excuse to give us detention again.

“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” Scott whispered harshly, continuing the conversation the boys had been having around me for the last several minutes.

“Peter told me that if the bite doesn’t turn you, it could kill you.” Stiles’ eyes briefly flickered toward me, and I avoided his questioning gaze. I was already painfully aware that we were no closer to figuring out what’s wrong with me. I didn’t need any reminders. “Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving.”

“Does being a teenager mean your dad can’t hold him?” Scott’s voice became urgent as he leaned forward in his chair.

They’d both been freaking out all day. Apparently, one of their teammates was pulled during their morning practice by the police for questioning. His father was killed mysteriously a few nights ago, and he was the prime suspect. Now, that wouldn’t usually be anything more than news-worthy gossip, but it conveniently happened moments after Scott realized he’s a werewolf.

He had to have been turned recently, because Scott only sensed that there was another werewolf on the team this morning. I’d never really noticed the guy before, but he was definitely on my radar now.

Unfortunately, it was most likely Derek who turned him, unless there’s another alpha running around Beacon Hills that we don’t know about. Honestly, I’m not sure which scenario would be worse.

It also just so happens to be a full moon tonight, because heaven forbid a day go by in this town without a supernatural disaster. Scott and Stiles were stressing the fuck out about what a freshly turned werewolf will be capable of, especially while stuck in a jail cell.

“Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness—wait...” Stiles’ eyes widened as a thought struck him and he abruptly turned around to face the table behind us. “Danny. Where’s Jackson?”

Scott and I peered back toward him as he glanced up from his paper, the pencil in his hand coming to a stop as his eyes flickered over the three of us slowly. They were swirling with a strange emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. It was almost as if he’d been listening in on our conversation.

“The principal’s office talking to your dad.” He answered slowly, seemingly surprised that we weren’t up to date on the latest developments.

“What? Why?” Stiles whispered harshly, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?” Danny shrugged, as if it were obvious.

My shoulders stiffened at his words. We all turned back toward the front of the room quickly when it was clear he wasn’t going to elaborate, not wanting to be caught talking. I glanced between Scott and Stiles, waiting for the inevitable. I could practically see the gears turning behind their eyes. They were coming up with something that I undoubtedly wanted no part of but would get roped into anyway.

“Witness.” Scott sighed, looking defeated.

Stiles’ brows pinched as a look of determination flickered over his face. “We have to get to the principal’s office.”

“How?” Scott leaned toward him expectantly.

Stiles’ wide eyes flickered around our table before landing on the assignment we were supposed to be doing. He practically lunged toward me so he could slide the paper out from under my hand.

He glanced to the head of the room where Mr. Harris was standing, his back to us as he wrote equations on the chalkboard, before crumpling it into a ball. I let out a huff, instantly realizing that he was about to do something incredibly stupid, and snatched it back.

“Wait a minute.” I glanced between the boys with narrowed eyes. “We literally just closed the door on the whole almost being murdered by two psychopaths thing. Can’t we sit this one out?”

“Not when we can help him.” Scott whispered earnestly, his eyes rounding as he silently pleaded with me to understand.

I groaned at his damn overactive conscience and sunk down into my seat, already giving in. I didn’t want to get involved in another problem already, but it was clearly important to him. Stiles held out his hand expectantly and I pursed my lips, hesitating.

He winked and blew me a kiss, the edge of his lips twitching into a smirk. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He was having way too much fun with this already. Finally, I dropped the paper ball into his upturned hand.

He wasted no time in chucking it toward the front of the room. It smacked right into Mr. Harris’s head and bounced to the floor. The room erupted into restrained giggles as he quickly whipped around to face the class.

“Who in the hell did that?” He snapped, his brows furrowing in anger.

Scott and Stiles both lifted a finger to point at each other, and I sank further down, making myself small. I had yet to get into any trouble at school, and I wanted to keep it that way, despite whatever potential supernatural crisis we were dealing with.

“To the office. Now.” The boys instantly popped to their feet at Mr. Harris’s curt demand, failing miserably at hiding their satisfaction that the plan went so smoothly. “You too, Ms. Y/L/N.”

I jolted upright in my chair and gaped at him, my eyes widening in shock. “But Mr. Harris, I didn’t even do—”

“Unless you’d like to finish that thought in detention, I suggest you get moving.” His eyes narrowed into a hard glare.

My jaw clenched at his patronizing tone, but I scooped up my things and followed the guys out into the hall anyway. I shouldn’t have been this annoyed, but I was already a full two weeks behind after missing so many days of school while recovering from Peter’s bite. For once, I actually wanted to focus on school and bring my grades up.

Less than a minute later, we found ourselves sitting outside the office, one of Scott’s ears pressed tightly against the window. Jackson was visible through the glass, his arms crossed lazily over his chest as he sat comfortably in one of the plush chairs. His eyes flickered slowly over Sheriff Stilinski, seemingly bored by their conversation.

Scott was reciting their every word as he listened in. It wasn’t like Jackson to care for other people, so exactly no one was surprised to find out that he knew about the apparent abuse Isaac was subjected to at the hands of his father for years without telling a soul.

The office door suddenly sprang open without warning, and I jumped in surprise. Stiles spazzed beside me, arms flailing as he grabbed the closet thing he could find to hide behind. Despite getting in trouble intentionally, he didn’t want his dad to see him. He’d been cracking down lately about his record of almost weekly detentions which were always, unsurprisingly, with Mr. Harris.

He slid down in his seat and lifted the magazine he found to cover his face. A moment later, Sheriff Stilinski walked out of the office with another officer in tow. His eyes trailed over Stiles slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Hi, Scott. Y/N.” He drawled slowly, his attention still firmly planted on Stiles.

We both waved awkwardly and he just shook his head with a sigh, accepting that his son was a lost cause before brushing past us. We barely had a moment to breathe before a deep, gravely voice fluttered from the open door.

“Kids.” My eyes widened as they swept up to the older man we’d seen at Kate’s funeral. Allison’s grandpa. Time seemed to slow as we all stared at him, equal parts surprised and confused. Just yesterday, we had a different principal. So what was he doing here? “Come on in.”

Hesitantly, we all stood and followed him into what was apparently now his office. We sat down in the chairs opposite his desk and waited anxiously for him to begin our lecture. He tooka few moments to ruffle some papers around on his desk before opening a small manila folder.

“Scott McCall.” He said slowly, his dark eyes flickering over the pages inside. “Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete.”

His gaze swept up to meet Scott’s, who’s lips twitched up into a half-grimace half-smile sort of thing. He was stiff as a board beside me, clearly uncomfortable being this close to someone from Allison’s family.

“Mr. Stilinski.” He continued, attention moving to another folder. “Oh, perfect grades...but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.”

Stiles perked up in his chair, eager to talk about his growing role on the team. “Oh, actually, I’m already—”

“Hold on,” Mr. Argent held up a finger, and Stiles visibly deflated before falling back into a slouch. He pointed to Scott, his eyes narrowing slightly. “McCall, you’re the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.”

Scott’s eyes widened, instantly pancking at his words. The two of them were still sneaking around, since her dad’s threat to literally kill him if he caught them together was very much active. “We were dating, but not anymore. We’re not seeing any of each other or...doing anything...with each other.”

I let out an irritated huff at his rambling. For as often as these guys lie, they should be much better at it by now. Mr. Argent chuckled, but it lacked any humor. It was honestly kind of unnerving, like when a super villain laughs just before killing someone in cold blood.

“Relax, Scott. You look like you’re about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth.” The three of us just stared at him, unsure of how to respond to that weirdly specific and alarming metaphor.

“Now listen, guys.” He sent us a tight lipped smile, only slightly breaking the quickly mounting tension. “Yes, I am the principal, but I really don’t want you to think of me as the enemy.”

Stiles scoffed harshly from beside me, squirming back and forth in his seat. “Is that so?”

I jammed my elbow into his side at that ridiculously obvious reference to the supernatural. He twitched dramatically and rubbed at his ribs, furrowing his brows at me as if I were the one messing everything up. There was no telling what he already knew. He might not even know that Scott is a werewolf yet, and we didn’t need to be giving him any clues.

“However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.” He continued, eyes immediately sweeping toward Stiles.

He was momentarily unaware of all the attention on him as he played with a frayed string on his red flannel. As much as it may suck, it just made sense for it to be him. Scott needed to figure out what to do about Isaac, and there was no way I was sitting in detention for a stupid plan that I had no part in.

After a few moments of tense silence his eyes flicked upward. They widened knowingly and he sighed before sagging back in his chair, ready to begrudgingly take one for the team.

With that decision made, Scott and I were dismissed. He instantly bolted upright and practically ran to the office door. I followed as quickly as possible, squeezing Stiles’ hand reassuringly before I went. Scott frantically tumbled down the small flight of stairs just outside the office before rounding the corner and throwing the side doors open.

“Scott!” I called, urging him to slow down. He wasn’t even using werewolf speed, he was just freaking the fuck out and going way too fast. “Scott, what are you doing?”

I ran outside after him, feeling a chill run up my spine as a gust of cold wind blew past us. He suddenly staggered to a halt and I swerved to avoid ramming into him. My eyes widened as I finally saw what made him stop so abruptly.

There was a police car pulling away from the curb, and Isaac was sitting in the back.

“So what’s the plan?” I breathed, feeling my stomach churn with anxiety.

I didn’t necessarily care what happened to the guy, especially if he did kill his father, but this couldn’t mean anything good for us. Everything just got a hell of a lot more complicated. It was one thing if they were just questioning him, but if they were arresting him our job would be much harder than we anticipated.

Scott let out a huff of annoyance and turned to face me. “Go back inside. I’ll figure this out.”

“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, offended at the mere suggestion that I walk away.

There was no way I’d be leaving his side anytime soon. They’d sufficiently dragged me into this problem with them, and now I was here to stay. Plus, I was honestly way too nosy to turn back now. There was only one more period left before school let out anyway, and I wouldn’t be able to focus with all of this going on.

Just then, a black sports car peeled up to the curb with a high pitched screech. I jumped back in surprise, the sight of the tinted windows making me nervous, but almost immediately relaxed when the passenger window rolled down to reveal Derek.

“Get in.” He ordered gruffly, not wasting any time with pleasantries.

“Are you serious? You did that. This is your fault.” Scott raised his voice in frustration and pointed toward the retreating police car.

“I know that.” Derek barked through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. Well, I guess it’s confirmed that he was the one who bit Isaac. “Now, get in the car, and help me.”

Scott rolled his eyes and stood firmly in place. “I’m gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon comes up.”

“Not when they do a real search of the house.” Derek shook his head solemnly, although it was hard to tell exactly what he was feeling behind his dark sunglasses.

“What do you mean?” I spoke up for the first time, utterly confused by his characteristic vagueness. It honestly wouldn’t be the least bit surprising if he’d been in Isaac’s house since the murder, but if there was something damning in there, he just needed to come out with it.

“Whatever Jackson said to the cops...” He let out a tense breath and pursed his lips. “What’s in the house is worse. A lot worse.”

He leaned over and popped the passenger door open, peering at us expectantly over his black frames. Scott and I shared a long glance, unsure if we wanted to get tangled up with him again already. Despite the fact that he wasn’t an immediate threat to us, he was an alpha now. That made him dangerous. And if he’s going around turning people, there’s no telling what his agenda is.

With a sigh, Scott stepped forward and got in the car. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, but followed after a few seconds. It felt like we were opening the door to something much worse than a newly turned teenager gone rouge. I couldn’t place it, but that nagging feeling was back. There had to be something I was missing.

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“If Isaac didn’t kill his dad, who did?” Scott asked anxiously, waving a flashlight around the dimly lit space.

Derek was adamant that we wait until the “right moment” to enter Isaac’s house. After a couple hours of sitting around and ducking down to avoid any living thing that crossed his car, I was convinced that he was stalling. The moon would be up soon. We were running out of time.

The goal was to break Isaac out of the station before he has a chance to shift. There’s no telling how many people he could kill while stuck in there and although they wouldn’t be innocent deaths, the last thing Beacon Hills needed was more bodies.

“I don’t know yet.” Derek huffed, seemingly annoyed.

“Then how do you know he’s telling the truth?” I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, feeling the chilly evening air sinking into my skin. This house had absolutely no insulation and I was freezing already.

“Because I trust my senses. And it’s a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell.” He peered around me to glare pointedly at Scott.

I cringed at his disapproving tone as we continued through the house. I swear, sometimes he acts more like a disgruntled father or older brother than a random werewolf we con into helping us sometimes. It was equal parts endearing and off-putting.

“You...saw the thing at lacrosse this morning.” Scott grimaced, his shoulders stiffening as he realized he’d been caught.

“Yeah.” Derek quipped, letting his eyes scan over the disaster of a house in front of us.

There was nothing...wrong with it, per se. It just wasn’t well maintained. There was a mountain of dishes in the sink, clutter everywhere, and dust covering almost every surface. It was just kind of gross, overall. I was surprised that anyone would want to live like this, but after learning about what a dickwad Isaac’s dad was, I didn’t think he had much of a choice.

“Did it look that bad?”

As we made our way around the house slowly, I was beginning to question whether there was even anything here at all. It wasn’t that I thought Derek would intentionally lead us to a dead end, but I didn’t really trust him, either.

“Yeah.” He clapped a hand over Scott’s shoulder and pressed his lips into a firm line before coming to a stop in front of a door. “You wanna learn? Let’s start now.”

He popped the door open to reveal a narrow staircase that led down to a basement. Only a few feet of floorspace was visible through the darkness, but I could already tell it was a cluttered mess.

“What’s down there?” I asked tentatively, squinting my eyes in an effort to see more of the room.

Scott started walking down the stairs slowly, looking from side to side as he went. I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him disappear into the darkness. Part of me wanted to follow him, but there was also a terrible feeling of dread churning in the pit of my stomach. There was something evil down there, I could just sense it.

“Motive.” Derek nudged my back gently and I sighed before following behind Scott.

“And what am I looking for?” He called over his shoulder, sweeping his flashlight over the space quickly.

“Follow your senses.”

There were piles of junk everywhere. That was the only word one could use to describe the stuff lining the walls. There were tools, random knickknacks, and a bunch of things that honestly looked like forgotten trash. There were big heaps every few feet, making it hard to walk through the room.

“What happened down here?” I breathed, my chest tightening with each step I took. I hugged my sides tighter, needing something to ground myself. It felt like my skin was buzzing, as if I could actually feel the raw emotions that had been left in this place. The air had this thickness that I couldn’t place.

“The kind of thing that leaves an impression.” Derek murmured ominously, and I turned to send him a glare.

He was being the opposite of helpful, as usual. If he knew what happened, he just needed to tell us so we could get the hell out of here. There wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to be here any longer than necessary.

Scott moved a shower curtain that was somehow hanging from the ceiling as he continued on his path around the basement. He fidgeted with a few things as he passed them by, walking around a disgusting, stained couch before kneeling down in front of a shattered TV that looked like it was from the eighties. He ran his fingers along the concrete floor beside it, his brows furrowing in concentration.

His head suddenly jerked upward, his gaze settling on a large freezer against the wall a few feet away. He slowly rose to his full height and stepped toward it. He stopped directly in front of it, his breathing labored. I rushed to his side at the sight of his heightened anxiety, more curious about the odd reaction than anything.

My lips pulled into a frown as he toyed with a lock that hung from a latch on the freezer. That definitely wasn’t normal. Scott’s eyes flickered to me briefly, but it was long enough for me to see the concern bubbling beneath the surface. We both jumped at Derek’s sudden presence beside us a moment later.

“Open it.” He encouraged, his eyes firmly planted on the freezer.

Scott lifted the lid at a painstakingly slow pace, the rusted hinges squealing in protest. He shined the flashlight inside, and my breath instantly caught at the sight of the interior. There were claw marks along almost every inch of the inside. Bloody claw marks.

The worst part was that they clearly weren’t from a werewolf. The scratches were dull, barely perforating the smooth metal. They were human. My heart dropped into my stomach at the thought of Isaac—or anyone, for that matter—being locked in something like this.

“This is why he said yes to you.” Scott’s voice was barely above a whisper as he peered down into the freezer. His eyes were dark, swirling with a stormy slew of emotions.

“Everybody wants power.” Derek quipped, crossing his arms with a shrug as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

I scoffed in disbelief as Scott slammed the lid back down. He couldn’t honestly think that turning a tortured teenage boy was a good idea. He could’ve killed him, for starters, but instead may have given a vengeful human all the power he could ever ask for. Either way, he was screwed. And now, so were we.

“If we help you, then you have to stop. You can’t just go around turning people into werewolves.” Scott’s voice was hard as his eyes narrowed angrily.

“I can if they’re willing.” Derek lifted his eyebrows casually, completely oblivious to the seriousness of this situation.

There was no way of telling what anyone would do once transformed into a powerful beast. It was downright irresponsible for him to run around making his own werewolves, but as we learned, alphas are stronger with a pack. And if there was one thing I knew about the Hale’s, it’s that they’re power hungry.

“Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?” Scott’s voice rose incredulously, and Derek just shrugged again.

“Yes, and he still asked.”

“Then he’s an idiot.” I snapped, over this whole situation. It seemed that our problems always started with Derek. He was a walking magnet for supernatural horrors and I was more than ready to be done with him. It’d barely been a couple weeks since our issues with Peter.

I jumped as my phone suddenly started ringing in my back pocket. I hastily pulled it out, my eyes widening as I saw that I had several missed texts from Allison and Stiles.

“Hell—”

“We need to do something right now.” Allison’s urgent voice fluttered into my ear as she interrupted me before I could even get a word out. I put the call on speaker and held my phone out so the guys could hear. “My dad and grandpa were asking me all these questions about how Lydia was bitten by Peter and then they sent this guy out.”

“Wait. What guy?” Scott asked frantically, his eyes widening with anxiety.

“He was dressed as a sheriff’s deputy.”

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. Did that mean the Argents had a man on the inside? Or did they somehow fake a uniform? I glanced up toward the Scott and Derek, who didn’t look any more pleased than I felt.

“They’re sending him to the station for Isaac.” Scott confirmed the fear nagging at the back of my mind.

“He was also carrying this box with him with something on it. Like a carving or something.” She rushed the words out quietly, probably hiding from her family somewhere in her house.

“What was it?” I pressed when she didn’t continue.

“Hold on, hold on. It’s in one of these books. I’m gonna send you a picture.”

My phone vibrated in my hand a moment later and I instantly clicked on the notification. It confirmed what all of us were surely thinking. “Wolfsbane.”

She paused for a moment, most likely wondering what the hell I was talking about. There was still a lot she didn’t know about the supernatural. “Okay, what does that mean?”

“Just come meet me at Isaac’s house. Hurry.” Scott ordered, taking my phone from my hands before ending the call abruptly.

I raised my eyebrows in question, and he sighed. “I have a plan.”

It was only when he dropped the phone back into my hand that I noticed his nails had extended into pointed claws. My eyes widened with the realization that the moon was coming up. That meant Scott and Isaac both would be losing control any minute.

We were officially out of time.

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My legs bounced anxiously as I sat on the front steps of the house. They were falling apart, the conceete all cracked and dirty. I let out a slow breath into my hands as I tried keeping them warm. My eyes flickered up toward the sky, my heart sinking further into my stomach with each inch the moon rose.

I let my eyes sweep back to the front door, wondering what was going on inside. The loud squeal of tires against the asphalt had me jerking upright in surprise. I turned back toward the road and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Stiles’ Jeep lurching to a stop at the end of Isaac’s driveway.

I popped to my feet and jogged toward the car as he threw the passenger door open. His wide eyes flickered over my frame from head to toe quickly, a gesture he’d started after I was released from the hospital. It honestly seemed like a habit at this point, an uncontrollable urge he had to check for some kind of psychotic break every time he saw me.

“Where’s Scott?” He breathed, still leaning across the bench seat.

“Doing something really stupid.” I mumbled, moving out of the way as Derek appeared at my side.

He and Stiles exchanged a tense glance as he wordlessly got into the back of the Jeep. I slid into the passenger seat and let the door fall closed behind me. We were leaving Scott and Allison—who’d arrived a few minutes ago—in the basement to figure out his wolf hormones or whatever. If he was going to be helpful tonight he needed to stay human, and she could assist with that better than anyone.

Stiles eyed me suspiciously, but eventually jerked the car into drive and sped off. The ride to the sheriff’s station was short, but painfully awkward. Derek and Stiles were taking turns glaring at each other in the rearview mirror and I wanted nothing more than to remove myself from the situation and let them work through whatever the hell was wrong with them. But I was stuck, so I sat in silence until we pulled up at the back entrance of the station.

“Okay.” Stiles sighed and threw an arm over the back of the seat so he could glance between both of us. “The keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father’s office. The problem is getting past the front desk.”

Derek huffed from the back, as if personally offended by that statement. “I’ll just distract her.”

He leaned forward to push me out of the way so he could get out, but Stiles lunged across the seat to grip his leather jacket tightly. “Whoa, whoa! Hey. You’re not going in there.”

Derek’s eyes narrowed before flickering between Stiles’ face and the hand balling up the fabric of his jacket.

“I’m taking my hand off.” His voice rose anxiously as he lifted both arms in surrender.

“I was exonerated.” Derek snapped, clearly annoyed at being labeled a criminal for the lie that Stiles and Scott had come up with a few weeks ago. In their defense, Peter did have us trapped in the school with a bunch of people who knew nothing about the supernatural. Framing him for the murders Peter had committed was the best option at the time.

“You’re still a person of interest.” I tried to reason with him, but it didn’t look like we were making any breakthroughs as he rolled his eyes in aggravation.

“An innocent person.”

“You? Yeah, right.” Stiles scoffed with a chuckle, but instantly sobered up at the glare Derek cast his way.

“Alright, whatever. It’s fine. Let’s just go.” I rushed out, starting to get impatient.

I just wanted this night to be over already. We had Scott probably shifting at Isaac’s, Isaac definitely losing control inside the jail, and Derek causing way more problems than he’s worth. It was a lot for one day.

Derek went inside first, shamelessly flirting with the woman at the front desk. Stiles and I waited a few minutes to make sure that she was sufficiently distracted before slinking inside and quietly ducking past the lobby. Stiles ran toward his dad’s office, and I was right on his heels. Once inside, he found the small lockbox mounted onto one of the walls and punched in the code.

He lifted the front panel off and instantly froze. “Oh, no...”

He bolted out of the office so fast that I had to stand there for a moment, processing what the hell just happened. After coming to my senses and realizing that someone had taken the keys, I ran after him, easily catching up within seconds. My body slammed into his back harshly only a moment later as we rounded a corner and nearly barreled into a police officer.

“Whoa.” Stiles breathed, staggering back a step. His eyes widened in alarm, knowing that we weren’t supposed to be here right now. “Uh. We’re just looking—um...”

His awkward attempt at lying trailed off as his eyes flickered down to the man’s leg. I did the same, my breath catching at the sight of an arrow sticking out of his leg. Allison must’ve gotten Scott under control, since before we left she promised to help if she was able. My panic only grew as I noticed the syringe grasped tightly in one of his hands.

“Oh, shit...” Stiles gripped my arm and started running down the narrow hallway.

We only made it a few steps before he was violently jerked backward. My eyes widened as I felt his hand leave me and I whipped around to see what happened. A startled gasp tore past my lips as I watched the man wrap an arm around Stiles’ throat and haul him against his chest.

“Hey! Let him go!”

He started dragging Stiles down the hall, and I instantly ran after them. I had no idea what I could possibly do to help, but I wasn’t stopping for anything. All I knew was that I couldn’t let him get hurt. His arms flailed wildly and he kicked his legs, trying anything to break free. My eyes swept the area for anything that I could use as a weapon.

“Y/N...go!” Stiles gasped through his struggle.

With a grunt, the man brought a hand up to cover Stiles’ mouth as he used his free hand to land a few punches at his ribs. His eyes were wide as they silently urged me to run away. But I couldn’t. There was nothing that would make me leave him right now.

He somehow managed to pull the fire alarm as the man dragged him through the doorway to the cells. I cringed at the loud ringing, but quickly forgot the inconvenience as the man dropped Stiles into a heap on the concrete floor.

I instantly rushed to his side, placing a gentle hand on his back as he rubbed at his chest and gasped for air. There was barely enough time for relief to begin bubbling in my chest before a low growl echoed through the room. We both stilled at the sound.

Eerie silence blanketed the room for only a split second before Isaac emerged from a dark corner, teeth barred. He lunged at whoever the Argent’s had sent, wrapping a clawed hand around his throat before slamming him down onto a metal interrogation table. I winced at the harsh sound, but could do nothing but watch as he threw the man across the room.

His head met the brick wall first, the impact instantly knocking him out cold. Isaac’s head then whipped in our direction, and my breath caught. A bolt of fear surged up my spine as his empty eyes caught mine. They weren’t even glowing, which was somehow much worse. I’d barely noticed the guy when he was a human, but the sight of him as a werewolf right now was terrifying.

My heart lurched in my chest as he suddenly sprang toward us. Stiles gripped my elbow and tried to pull me with him as he scrambled away, but Isaac got to me first.

“No!” Stiles yelled frantically, flailing up onto his feet as quickly as possible.

And that brings us back to the present...

I peeled my eyes open when the room went silent again and stared ahead with wide eyes, my breath reduced to trembling gasps. Isaac’s beastly face was only inches from mine, our close proximity only making my heart beat faster.

Suddenly, a loud crunch echoed through the room. Isaac whipped around, momentarily forgetting about me, and I peered around his shoulder shakily. Derek’s eyes slowly rose from the syringe he’d just stomped to pieces, landing on mine and Isaac’s compromising position with a glare.

Suddenly, Isaac turned around and lunged toward him with a growl. Derek snarled, revealing his sharpened canines, and growled loudly. My eyes pinched shut as the walls vibrated from the sheer volume of it. I sagged to the concrete floor, my knees giving out as I suddenly felt faint.

My vision blurred as I slid down the brick wall, but I could still make out the way Isaac dropped down and cowered into a corner. Derek finally stopped roaring and easily shifted back into his human form, his teeth and finger nails retracting. Within a second a pair of strong arms were wrapped around my shoulders. I was hauled into a warm chest, and I let my eyes fall closed with relief.

“How did you do that?” Stiles breath fanned the top of my head as he ran a hand down my back soothingly.

I let my eyes flutter open to look at Derek, only to find that he was already studying me curiously. I already knew the answer, and it did nothing to calm my nerves. He was not only an alpha, but the alpha that bit Isaac. They had a connection, just like Peter and I. I couldn’t help but wonder, as my gaze flickered toward Isaac’s crumpled frame...

If Derek had that kind of power over him, what did that mean for me?

Episode 1, Part Two Episode 3

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but that’s just a first impression (I could be totally wrong) - Sterek 1/1

Summary: Derek is on a really awful blind date (Laura will pay for this). But the waiter is really cute.

(Also on AO3)

This was not the first time that his family had set him up, but it was definitely going to be the last. After this guy, Laura was never going to be allowed to even think of forcing him to meet anyone.

They only just got to the restaurant and Derek was already over it – and thinking seriously about injuring himself to get away. He was a werewolf, he’d heal, but his date was not in the know and he did not look like he possessed enough empathy to take Derek to a hospital. It made it more likely he’d leave Derek alone to seek medical attention that he didn’t need – the perfect escape.

So far, the guy had already tried to grope him three separate times, barely taking his hands off before Derek was tempted to let his claws out. He’d been a douche to the hostess, a perfectly lovely girl, albeit a little nervous on her first night on the job. And now he was talking about his fucking car again – a Porsche, because clearly he was compensating for something.

Derek was ready to stab himself with the shrimp fork.

Also, who would take a first date to such an embarrassing and stuffy restaurant? Did this guy really think that Derek would be impressed enough to get naked because of it?

“Good evening, gentlemen,” the waiter showed up.

Ugh, Derek didn’t want to look up from his menu long enough to get a glimpse of his date, because then he’d have to acknowledge that this was actually happening. Not even his most impressive resting bitchface with his most severe murder brows had deterred this guy from getting inappropriately close on the car ride over there.

And it didn’t stop him from hating on the Camaro.

“Finally,” the douche was an asshole to any and all waitstaff as well – another deal breaker. “I thought I might die of starvation before we got some actual service here.”

That earned him a serious glare from Derek, that the worst date ever didn’t even notice because he was too busy treating the server like complete shit.

The server with golden eyes and an impish tilt to his nose, the one who smelled vaguely of cinnamon and sugar. The man he could have sworn he’d seen somewhere before, but he didn’t display any signs of him being familiar with Derek.

That was going to bother him until he’d figured it out.

“I apologize you had to wait longer than you’d been expecting,” the server looked vaguely bored with the conversation – Derek could relate. “Can I get you anything to drink while you peruse the menu? If you’ve already made your choice, I can take your order.”

Normally, Derek would suggest alcohol, and lots of it, but he drove the asshole – and because the guy did not actually know Derek wouldn’t be able to get drunk off a couple glasses of wine, he had to play human and stay sober.

“Are you trying to rush us out?”

“I’d like some water, thanks,” Derek completely ignored his date and just addressed the server directly. “What would you recommend?”

It wasn’t just that he did not want to interact with his date, but also that he still had not figured out how he knew this waiter. Maybe if he talked more, he would put the pieces together.

“You look like a carnivore to me,” the guy actually winked at him, briefly forming a claw with his left hand. “So I think you would appreciate our pork tenderloin or the steak. Rare, of course. Or the rabbit.” Another wink, without the gesture this time. “We have a lovely beef stew that pairs well with our house red. But my personal favorite appetizer is the sausage-stuffed pepper poppers. And not just because it’s wonderful to say. I pair it with our signature cocktail – which we can serve for you in a virgin version as well.”

Who was this guy and how did he know? The claws, the jokes about rabbits and rare stick (which really was a personal favorite of his)… The mystery was the most interesting thing about the date so far.

“I will take your suggestion,” Derek let his eyes glow briefly, easily written off as a trick of the light. “And that virgin cocktail. I’ll take the steak. Rare.”

When the waiter did not flinch at that, reacting to his electric blue eyes as if he’d seen it all before, Derek almost gaped at him. Even those in the know would react to a blue-eyed werewolf with fear and disdain. He’d gotten used to it, but he’d never liked it.

“I’ll tell the kitchen,” the server – Derek really wanted his name – nodded solemnly, a hint of a grin on his face. “And you sir, have you made a decision?”

Oh right, there was someone else at the table. Derek had been this close to forgetting, and now he was forcefully reminded that he’d have to spend the rest of the night with this guy.

“What are your low-carb options?” His date was looking worse by the second.

Derek barely held back a groan, because he was an asshole. He was judgmental about these model type guys eating hardly anything, or watching their weight because of some fad diet. Sure, as a werewolf he never had to worry about his weight or his metabolism, but it was just another thing where they were as far from a match as they could be. The guy was probably a vegetarian too.

He was going to murder Laura for this.

As the waiter painstakingly went through the many dishes on the menu, his fake smile never faltering, Derek tried to surreptitiously take another sniff of him. Processed sugars normally made him sneeze, but there was something about this guy that made it work.

Somehow he completely failed at being surreptitious, because the server wiggled his cute nose at Derek without pausing his speech about the fresh vegetables used in the pear and goat cheese salad.

How was he doing this? How could he tell?

He was spending so much time thinking about his server that he completely missed whatever stupid thing his date ordered, only tuning back in for a crack about not everyone having a body to maintain (making the waiter flinch at the judgment and Derek prepare to roar out his disapproval).

“If you need anything else, just ask for Stiles,” the server – Stiles? – nodded before departing with a fake customer service smile. “Your drinks will be right with you.”

“What the hell kind of name is Stiles?”

Honestly, the shrimp fork was looking more and more appealing by the minute. Stiles would help him escape, he was sure of it.

By the time Stiles brought out the main course, Derek was tempted to ask the server to run away with him. The food was delicious, but the company continued to be awful and Stiles’ subtle digs at his date were the only reason for Derek to stick around.

That and all of the favors that Laura would owe him after this. Where did she even meet an asshole like this? She’d probably told him, but he hadn’t really been listening. Which is also why he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone his date’s name even if someone held a gun to his head.

He assumed that the asshole was one of the people Laura had gotten in touch with at the DA’s office. And if he’d go out on a date if Laura asked, he couldn’t be one of the people she put behind bars, or someone she beat. Because those guys hated her.

Because she was better than all of them combined. But he could never tell her that – that was the sibling rule.

Digging into his food, he almost let out a moan at the perfect flavor of the steak. And it was perfectly cooked – rare enough for him to really enjoy it, but not rare enough to make it look and taste like he was eating raw meat.

Perhaps someone on staff was a werewolf?

There was a small piece of paper carelessly dropped next to his plate. The second his date was otherwise occupied – probably by his own reflection – he folded it open and had to hide an actual laugh threatening to escape from his mouth.

I spit in the salad

Sorry not sorry

It was awful, but it was also surprisingly charming. The handwriting was terrible, almost illegible with the way that the letters all crowded together and some of them slanted weirdly to the left – but the words were still easy enough to make out for Derek. He could almost hear Stiles’ voice wrapping around the words, as if he’d spoken them aloud.

There was no way he couldn’t respond, awkwardly hiding his hands as he wrote on an old receipt in the pocket of his slightly too tight jacket.

I’m sure the saliva really brings out the flavor in that lettuce

He took advantage of his werewolf speed to shove the note in Stiles’ pocket as he passed the table, holding the empty plates of the lovely couple occupying the table next to them.

It took a minute, but then he heard laughter coming from the kitchen, and he knew a pleased grin had made it on to his own face. He really hoped that his date didn’t think it had anything to do with him.

At some point his date would have to talk himself out, right? Because Derek hadn’t said more than two words to him since Stiles delivered the entrees and still the guy was talking (about himself). Derek was happy not to make conversation, but if the guy’s foot moved up his leg one more time, he was accidentally going to break it.

Only it really would not be an accident.

When Stiles came by to ask about dessert, Derek was ready to call it a night, no matter how much he’d love to continue flirting with Stiles. Passing notes like they were in high school, shooting smiles and flirtatious looks without the asshole noticing.

Fuck, Derek still couldn’t remember his name.

“How about we take dessert home?”

Wait, the douche still thought that this date was going well? Even when Derek hadn’t responded to any of his overtures? Even though Derek didn’t respond to a single thing he said and didn’t speak to him unless asked? Even though Derek forgot his damn name?

“How about I drop you off at your place,” Derek was tired of holding back, “and I go back here to get my own dessert. All. By. Myself.”

He hadn’t had a chance to look at the dessert menu, and his sweet tooth was sort of an open secret to his pack. And maybe he could have sucked it up a little while longer, but the implication that Derek would go home with this guy just because he bothered to took him out to a fancy dinner? That was more than enough to have him refuse outright.

“All those in favor say aye,” Stiles muttered under his breath, trying to distance himself from the awkward proceedings.

Shit, he really couldn’t put Stiles in the middle of this, because he didn’t want him to risk his job. Anything less than kind he did or said to this douche would naturally have the asshole calling for his job. Because God forbid people had opinions about him that were less than complete awe of his existence.

Why the hell did Laura think Derek would want to go on a date with a guy like that?

“We’ll take the check,” Derek spoke decisively. “Thank you.”

Sure, his date protested at that, and rather loudly at first, until he realized that he was drawing attention to himself. Guys like this never wanted to be seen as less than perfect – and a rejection from his date? That would be less than perfect.

Ugh – he was probably going to try and convince Derek when they were alone. He was not looking forward to that.

The asshole didn’t leave a tip, even though he did pick up the bill – it was his idea, so Derek thought it was only right. Though he did grab his wallet to leave a proper tip, shooting a kind smile to the insecure hostess on his way out.

As he expected, only painful honesty got the asshole out of the Camaro with Derek’s metaphorical virtue still in tact. He was still going to take a long shower to wash the scent off him, but first he was going to go back for dessert. Two desserts maybe.

He was going to leave this part out of the story he was telling Laura. She did not need any extra ammunition to make fun of him – as his older sister, she had a lifetime’s worth.

“You came back,” it almost seemed like Stiles was waiting for him.

“I couldn’t leave without dessert,” he shrugged, like the awkward shit he was.

Because he did leave, no matter how briefly – he had to drive the douche home. But he wasn’t going to leave Stiles before he’d gotten a chance to talk to him, to at least try and figure out what he knew and if he could grin at Derek some more.

If that didn’t make him a creep who hit on someone at their job, which was probably up there on the list of asshole things to do.

“You are in for a treat,” Stiles’ smirk promised only great things – some of them slightly dirty.

Or was that wishful thinking?

Still, Stiles did not take his order before he walked away. Which meant that he probably had some kind of plan to surprise Derek with a nice dessert – he could never argue with a plan like that.

He could trust Stiles to pick something good for him.

It was awkward sitting at the table by himself, with people giving him pitying looks like he’d been stood up by a date – instead of kicking his date out of his car and coming back to flirt with the cute waiter some more. And get dessert. But mostly that first bit.

When the scent of cinnamon and sugar got even stronger than it was before, he looked away from the snooty old couple he’d been glaring at. Stiles was grinning as he placed a perfect cake in front of Derek.

The reason for the grin quickly became obvious.

I WIN

YOU LOSE

The writing was in a hideous shade of pink, the shade Laura always claimed was no one’s color but Barbie’s. But she always enjoyed defacing his property with a pink pen, because that was what older sisters were for.

His sister was actually the worst.

“I won! You lose, baby brother.”

His sister was actually here, digging into the cake with relish as her eyes flared red ever so briefly, just to stick it to him even more.

“You won what?” Derek had to roll his eyes at her. “The competition for worst blind date you’ve ever sent me on?”

And that is a pretty high bar, so far. After setting him up with Jennifer, who ended up trying to magic him for some reason, he had all the rights to complain. Though Jennifer was a pretty good date until she tried to manipulating into killing her ex-girlfriend.

“I feel like I should be offended,” Stiles was still there, taking a seat next to Derek for no apparent reason.

What the hell was going on here? There was no way that he minded Stiles sitting with him, the guy could sit in his lap and Derek would be happy. But still – Laura’s plans always ended in some kind of humiliation, and apparently she hadn’t had her fill after that awful guy.

“Jackson was my intern,” Laura has frosting on her face, but she doesn’t seem to care. “I told him I’d finally let him take on a proper case if he was the worst date ever. That way you’d be too annoyed to ignore your actual date. My good friend Stiles here.”

Jackson! That was his name!

“You always dismiss these dates before you even bother getting to know them,” Laura continued her speech, because she always did love a speech, “and I’ve known for ages that you and Stiles would hit it off.”

Derek really wanted to be mad at his sister, because the whole manipulation deal was not okay, not ever. And she knew it, and would probably apologize for it in time, once she was done gloating about it.

“Because I’m adorable,” Stiles nodded seriously.

But also, that. He did like Stiles, right away. And if Laura had introduced Stiles as his blind date, he probably would have found an excuse to hate him, right away.

“How about you go eat your victory cake elsewhere?” Stiles proposed. “And your hot like burning brother and I can discuss this without your interference.”

For once, Laura listened to someone other than herself – which was impressive. And the way Stiles just grabbed him the second Laura’s back was turned was even more impressive, especially when Stiles told him that Laura would have to pay for that cake.

Stiles clocked out and unbuttoned his tie, thoroughly distracting Derek.

By the time Laura finished the cake and paid, they were steaming up the windows of the Camaro.

Laura never did have to set him up after that.

#sterek #when i write the things #so this happened #if you have prompts let me know #this is my tenth sterek fic #i'm dying to interact with people who also ship it

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Of course, Mid-Winter is a lot colder, but inside where the convention is, it’s nice.

Above, is an illustration from They Came From Beneath the Sea! of the sorts of terrors, horrors, and monsters, you face while playing our new game. Right now, its Kickstarter is doing really well for a totally new game, yet we’d love more backers getting a chance to playtest via the Early Access version available to every backer.

And, we’d also love folks to download the backer previews of the actual text and let us know what you think. Feedback now would be super helpful.

Even though it is Storypath-powered game, we’ve added enough extra materials that allow for not only a straight-forward style of playing, but also some pretty hilariously meta sessions as well, and we’d love to hear how those new elements like Quips and Props work around your table.

Although, as Matthew lets us know in the Media-focused part of the Blurbs below, at least one group is mixing They Came From! with their World of Darkness gaming! We had expected a bit of Trinity Continuum or Scion mixing since They Came From! is also a Storypath system game, but it’s cool that folks are diving in with other mash-ups as well.

CtL2e Jumpstart art by Tilen Javornik

In mentioning Mid-Winter, I was, of course, mentioning the convention that all of us from Onyx Path will be attending at the end of the week. We’ll have all of our game lines being played, sometimes with the very folks who wrote and created them, so it’s a rare chance to play with our whole crew.

We’ll also have our Q&A event late Thursday afternoon in the opulent Founder’s Room. You have to sign up, but once you enter that sanctum, we have a bunch of announcements of upcoming projects, some alcohol, and we pretty much do an AMA right there in a far more intimate space than your usual panel/seminar meeting room.

Previous years have been hilarious, and lots of stories were shared. It’s the right sort of way to meet up at a con where we’re already mixing it up with the attendees in games, in the restaurants and bars, and even the hotel lobbies.

Lest you think it’s us that are being all spontaneously open and stuff all by our lonesome, that’s not the case. Mid-Winter has a deliberate openness and friendliness that’s fostered by the whole crew that runs it – so you get a lot of attendees that go every year. I’m personally looking forward to seeing our Mid-Winter friends again this year!

Changeling20th Players Guide art by Drew Tucker

Now, the other part of Mid-Winter is that almost our entire Onyx Path Monday Meeting team will be there in order to have our annual Onyx Path Summit.

The Summit is where we’ll look at what went down in 2018 and look towards how we want 2019 to go. We’ll do some team-building exercises, and we’ll laugh a bit, and probably cry a bit too. It’s a rare chance to get us all together, and it sets the tone and direction for our decisions throughout the year.

Since that’s happening, and we’ll also be announcing new projects at the con, it makes sense that I talk about our plans for 2019 more next week, and so this week I’m going to give you our thoughts about what were the highlights of 2018 – the year that was.

Usually, it’s just our crew doing this, but this year Matthew asked for thoughts from our YouTube viewers, so I’ll be including some of the ones that talk directly about Onyx Path highlights – even though it’s awesome that folks had a great D&D campaign last year or that sort of thing.

Here’s the link for that vid and the comments: https://youtu.be/hgs2PdZyR-s

Here Then, the 2018 Highlights:

From Mighty Matt McElroy: A highlight for me was seeing the community content programs for Pugmire and Scarred Lands expand with new titles and fresh ideas from the fans of those games. I can’t wait to see what people come up with for 2019.

From Dynamic Dixie Cochran: My highlight was coming on full time and immediately doing the (pretty successful) Dragon-Blooded Kickstarter! I’m also excited we started the Pathcast and shipped Changeling: The Lost Second Edition. (I can’t pick one thing!)

From Erlan P on YouTube: Happy holidays The best gaming experience was playing Scion, the Wolfsheim story. The players decided to fight the werewolf to stop the Kindernacht. They fought all the main werewolf character and the Fenrir. The battle was so brutal that at the end of it one character died, two were incapacitated (one even losing a whole arm!) and the only one standing was at -4, just barely moving. It was supposed to be an impossible battle, they should had realized it eventually and ran, but no one gave up, and at the end they were victorious.

From Mirthful Mike Chaney: Dragon-Blooded pdfs going out a little earlier than promised and Lost 2e shipping early.

From David F on YouTube: Favorite moment tied to gaming in 2018 was watching my wife light up when I told her that her likeness would be used in Geist 2.0 (close tie with Scion for her favorite game).

From Monica Valentinelli: A highlight for me was seeing the D&D community geek out about Scarred Lands, Mau, and Pugmire at GameHole Con. It was fun to nerd out.

From Fast Eddy Webb: Getting Monarchies of Mau into backer hands, and early to boot!

From Drew1749 on YouTube: My favorite gaming experience this year was the Changeling 20th Anniversary game one of my friends ran for us. The premise of the game was fairly simple but was so much fun, we were the guardians of a freehold that existed within a middle school in Ohio. As such the heroes were all given jobs as members of the school’s faculty regardless of qualifications. There were several groups of changelings in the freehold, each with different assignments and responsibilities. Some students were also Changelings and we had to protect the students and freehold in general from outsiders and fae intrusions.

There a lot more to Drew’s comment, and it’s all good stuff so check it out if you can, but I had to keep these to a paragraph. Sorry, Drew.

From Impish Ian Watson: Not to beat a dead horse, but it was great having the Kickstarter for the Trinity Continuum, getting the backer PDFs out, and hearing from so many excited fans about the new books.

From Stray Reaper on YouTube: Best Gaming Experience for 2018 definitely has to be returning to my friend’s kitchen sink Chronicles of Darkness game. I got to finally play around as an Acanthus.

From Brandon S on YouTube: The highlight for me this year has been my World War II Werewolf the Apocalypse 20th game (which I take far too much joy in stylizing as WWIIWW) set behind enemy lines in Arnsberg, Germany mere days before the British dambusters flooded the area.

From Matthew “The Gentleman Gamer” Dawkins: My highlight was Vampire-themed, and could be one of two things. It was either the release (to wide acclaim) of Beckett’s Jyhad Diary, or the excellent writing and successful Kickstarter funding of Chicago by Night for V5. We turned that book around in an efficient manner, and I feel due to the diversity and mixed experience of the writing team, we put together one of the best Vampire sourcebooks ever made.

And finally, from Thiago H: I always like Scion, but got the same problems everyone knows. Crunked system, complicated character creation, the combat system was hard do explain (but I thought it amazing anyway). And then, 2nd edition came. And man, I got really surprised. The system is amazing, character creation is awesome, we have heroism, the players can contribute actively in the narrative, they really weave LEGENDS as the group progresses. I fell deeply in love with everything.

Thiago also has a lot more to say that I couldn’t fit, but well worth reading. Thanks!

Dystopia Rising: Evolution art by Michele Giorgi

Finally here’s a bit of a wrap-up that could count as my highlight of last year, Ian’s year-end review of all the many projects we released last year, as well as a list of all of our Kickstarters. Phew! http://theonyxpath.com/release-retrospective-2018/

Just look at them all, with so much more to come in 2019! Do I have to say it? It’s almost like we proving that Onyx Path has:

Many Worlds, One Path!

BLURBS!

KICKSTARTER:

They Came From Beneath the Sea! (TCFBtS!) funded on Kickstarter in less than 48 hours and we’ve passed through the first couple of Stretch Goals including getting Larry Blamire to illustrate a horizontal scene usable on a screen, two entries for a book of additional soggy Threats, a T-Shirt, an added Adventure Scenario, and we are rising up on the next goal!

TCFBtS! has some very different additions to the Storypath mechanics we’ll be explaining during the KS that take an excellent 50’s action and investigation genre game and turn it to 11! You can see the actual play here:

Check out the teaser:https://youtu.be/kxLydk4t76s

Hope to see you there back in the 50’s, fighting watery menaces and cracking wise!

ONYX PATH MEDIA

Illustration by Michael Gaydos

This Friday’s Onyx Pathcast is coming direct from the Mid Winter Convention, where our three troubadours of terror have a rare opportunity to actually all be in the same room while recording! Plus an equally rare chance to talk with almost everybody from Onyx Path and a huge number of our creators, fans, and random Milwaukeans trying to get in from the cold!

https://onyxpathcast.podbean.com/

And Here’s More Media About Our Worlds:

On our channel Matthew Dawkins is recapping his campaign of Scion that he’s named “Tokyo Noir”. It sounds like a lot of grisly fun and mixes the children of Bishamon, Kissh?ten, and Loki in a murder mystery. Matthew is involving viewers in deciding the direction of the game, so get in early with your suggestions! https://youtu.be/cKpHy3W4Z-E

YouTuber Stuart Armstrong has put together an interesting video on crossing over They Came from Beneath the Sea! with the World of Darkness! Check it out and give his channel a subscription: https://youtu.be/2wBFny9mSng

One of our forumites, Cinder, has started a written recap of their campaign of They Came from Beneath the Sea! It’s in its early stages right now, but you can subscribe to the thread for updates: http://forum.theonyxpath.com/forum/main-category/cavaliers-of-mars-and-pugmire/1278691-explorers-of-the-fathoms-tcfbts-actual-play

The Story Told RPG Podcast interviewed Matthew Dawkins regarding They Came from Beneath the Sea! and his fun, informative interview can be found here for all interested listeners: http://thestorytold.libsyn.com/bonus-episode-4-they-came-from-beneath-the-sea-with-matthew-dawkins

The Twin Cities by Night Crew have a Scion 2nd Edition three part series that will be released this week.

The murder of a Scion of Ra halts the progress of the sun across the sky. In response a group of strangers are unknowingly brought together by their divine heritage to investigate the crime.

ELECTRONIC GAMING:

As we find ways to enable our community to more easily play our games, the Onyx Dice Rolling App is now live! Our dev team has been doing updates since we launched based on the excellent use-case comments by our community, and this thing is both rolling and rocking!

ON AMAZON AND BARNES & NOBLE:

You can now read our fiction from the comfort and convenience of your Kindle (from Amazon) and Nook (from Barnes & Noble).

If you enjoy these or any other of our books, please help us by writing reviews on the site of the sales venue you bought it from. Reviews really, really help us with getting folks interested in our amazing fiction!

Our selection includes these fiction books:

OUR SALES PARTNERS:

We’re working with Studio2 to get Pugmire out into stores, as well as to individuals through their online store. You can pick up the traditionally printed main book, the Screen, and the official Pugmire dice through our friends there! http://bit.ly/2w0aaEW

And we’ve added Prince’s Gambit to our Studio2 catalog: https://studio2publishing.com/products/prince-s-gambit-card-game

Looking for our Deluxe or Prestige Edition books? Try this link! http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/Onyx-Path-Publishing/

Here’s the link to the press release we put out about how Onyx Path is now selling through Indie Press Revolution: http://theonyxpath.com/press-release-onyx-path-limited-editions-now-available-through-indie-press-revolution/

And you can now order Pugmire: the book, the screen, and the dice! http://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=296

DRIVETHRURPG.COM:

This week, we’re offering PDF and PoD versions of the Changeling: The Dreaming Map of Concordia on DTRPG and in a variety of materials on our RedBubble store!

CONVENTIONS

Start getting ready for our appearance at MidWinter THIS WEEK in January in Milwaukee! So many demos, playtests, secret playtests, and Onyx Path Q&As you could plotz!

And now, the new project status updates!

DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM FAST EDDY WEBB (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

M20 The Technocracy Reloaded (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

M20 Victorian Mage (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

City of the Towered Tombs (Cavaliers of Mars)

Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition core rulebook (Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition)

Geist2e Fiction Anthology (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Pirates of Pugmire (Realms of Pugmire)

Distant Worlds (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Dragon-Blooded Novella #1 (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Across the Eight Directions (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Exalted Essay Collection (Exalted)

Legendlore core book (Legendlore)

Creatures of the World Bestiary (Scion 2nd Edition)

Chicago Folio/Dossier (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Let The Streets Run Red (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Kith and Kin (Changeling: The Lost 2e)

Scion: Demigod (Scion 2nd Edition)

Redlines

Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)Scion Companion: Mysteries of the World (Scion 2nd Edition)

Memento Mori: the GtSE 2e Companion (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

C20 Novel: Cup of Dreams (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Second Draft

Tales of Good Dogs – Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire)

Heirs to the Shogunate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Scion Ready Made Characters (Scion 2nd Edition)

Witch-Queen of the Shadowed Citadel (Cavaliers of Mars)

Development

Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)

CofD Contagion Chronicle (Chronicles of Darkness)

Lunars: Fangs at the Gate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Oak, Ash, and Thorn: Changeling: The Lost 2nd Companion (Changeling: The Lost 2nd)

CofD Dark Eras 2 (Chronicles of Darkness)

Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Scion Jumpstart (Scion 2nd Edition)

Manuscript Approval:

Wr20 Book of Oblivion (Wraith: The Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition)

Trinity Continuum: Aberrant core (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Editing:

Aeon Aexpansion (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Dystopia Rising: Evolution (Dystopia Rising: Evolution)

M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

In Media Res (Trinity Continuum: Core)

Tales of Excellent Cats (Monarchies of Mau)

V5 Chicago By Night (Vampire: The Masquerade)

V5 Chicago By Night Screen (Vampire: The Masquerade)

Spilled Blood (Vampire: The Requiem 2nd Edition)

Post-Editing Development:

C20 Players’ Guide (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

Night Horrors: Shunned by the Moon (Werewolf: The Forsaken 2nd Edition)

Adventures for Curious Cats (Monarchies of Mau)

Indexing:

Scion Origin (Scion Second Edition)

Scion Hero (Scion Second Edition)

ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE:

In Art Direction

Dystopia Rising: Evolution – Bunch of art out for approvals.

The Realm – Contracted.

Ex3 Monthly Stuff –

Chicago By Night – Contracting next bits.

C20 Player’s Guide – More art coming in and going to WW for approval.

Aeon Aexpansion – Going over the notes.

They Came From Beneath the Sea! – KS rolling.

EX3 Lunars – Most KS finals are in.

Signs of Sorcery – One more piece and then over to layout.

In Media Res – Contracted.

Hunter: The Vigil 2 – KS art in progress.

Shunned By the Moon – Got the notes, contacting artists.

Book of Oblivion

Marketing Stuff

In Layout

Geist 2e

Proofing

Scion Hero – Indexing.

Scion Origin – Indexing.

M20: Gods and Monsters

Pugmire Roll of Good Dogs and Cats

Trinity Core – Gathering errata.

Trinity Aeon – Gathering errata.

Ex3 Dragon Blooded – Sending errata to devs.

CtL2e Condition Cards

Ex Novel 2 (Aaron Rosenberg)

At Press

Wraith 20th – New cover proof approved. Everything else is printing.

Wraith 20 Screen – Printed.

Scion Dice – At Studio2.

Lost 2e Screen – At Studio2, shipping with books to KS backers.

Scion Screen – At Studio2.

Changeling: The Lost 2e – PoD proof coming.

CtL2 Jumpstart – PoD processing.

Fetch Quest – Manufacturing finishing.

TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE:

After much brouhaha, my granddaughter Natalia came into this world yelling loudly on Jan. 2nd. Yelling loudly being a pretty typical method for dealing with the world in our family.

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Hocus Pocus - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 7,051

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Hair Pulling

Notes: So, I was at work listening to a song and it inspired this. I will include the song that is sung IN the fic as well, in case you have never heard it. And in case it is not obvious, the inspiration is based a bit off of the movie Hocus Pocus. PS Happy Belated Halloween. I missed it by less than 2 hours. But I wrote 7k in less than 7 hours.

Inspiration Song | Fic Song

As a child, Stiles Stilinski heard the same story every Halloween from his mother, Claudia.

“There was once a band of witches that roamed and ruled the Beacon Hills Preserve. And every Halloween, they would lure little children such as yourself in to feed on their souls. With a simple lullaby, children would disappear into the trees, ever to be seen again. So, when you are out Trick-or-Treating, you need to make sure to stay away from the woods. Otherwise, they will come and take you away.”

With his young age and curious mind, he laughed at the thought, dubbing it as a tall tale people told their kids to keep them in line when Mischief Night came around. He thought it false and spent many years brushing off the story his mother had told him.

The doubt didn’t dissipate as he grew older and wiser; it only seemed to strengthen. And even when he learned of the supernatural, he overlooked those tales, figuring nothing like that could ever be true.

How wrong can one man get?

Maybe he should have listened to her closer…

Stiles glared between his burger and the two men sitting across from him. The three didn’t share any glances, the tension so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Finally slumping in his chair and running a hand through his hair, he sighed.

“Why the fuck did I agree to go out to dinner with you guys again?”

Derek looked up from his food, sipping the chocolate shake he had ordered. “I didn’t want to be home when the kids start trick-or-treating. You know I hate people. I can moderately stand you.”

The two turned to their third companion.

“I just like to piss you off,” Theo stated calmly, earning a loud groan from the spastic male.

Stiles leaned forward, stuffing a handful of curly fries in his mouth. “Yeah, well, this is exactly how I planned to spend my Halloween,” he grumbled, every word laced with his classic sarcasm.

Derek grumbled, placing his glass down. “Yeah because my ideal Halloween is sitting in a fast food restaurant with you and dipshit chimera over here,” he stated bluntly, Theo still looking amused that he was pissing the boys off. “It’s not our fault that Scott decided he wanted to have a weekend getaway with Liam and Isaac.”

“I know,” Stiles sighed. “He called it Alpha-Beta Bonding Time. Because they definitely needed it.” Please, note the high level of sarcasm dripping like venom with every word he uttered. “Then the girls decided to go to a club in San Francisco to help Allison get over her break up with Isaac. My dad is out on a date. Who the hell goes on a date on Halloween? And all this just means I’m left with you guys.”

“Someone’s bitter,” Theo remarked, his tone snarkier than normal.

“I will shove my fist through your face,” Stiles deadpanned at him. His stomach was suddenly full, his appetite lost in his anxiety. “I can’t eat another bite.”

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Derek suggested. “Maybe we can find a nice hole to bury dipshit in.”

“You mean yourself?” Theo quipped, gathering everyone’s trash and tossing it in the nearest receptacle. The boys continued to bicker, the bell on the front door of the fast food joint jingling as they left. Their bodies moved in unison down the dark road, their mouths moving a mile a minute. They weren’t sure where they were going nor did they care. They were focused on the mindless argument they found themselves in.

Their wandering led them to the edge of the woods, the light from the moon above them providing no relief in the trees. Fallen leaves crunched under their shoes, hands stuffed in pockets or hugging their jackets closed. Everything around them was silent, not a single soul in sight.

Stiles stopped suddenly, his honey brown orbs staring off into the endless abyss of the preserve. The other boys stopped, staring at their “friend,” if they could call themselves that. Stiles cocked his head to the side, forehead scrunching in confusion.

“Do you guys hear that?” He asked suddenly, breaking the silence. The two supernatural creatures looked at him in confusion, taking slow steps towards the chocolate-haired male until they too heard a soft sound in the distance.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment𝅘𝅥𝅮

“What the hell is that?” Derek whispered to himself, though his companions picked up on his words.

“More importantly, how the hell did Stiles hear that? He’s a human, yet he heard it before our supernatural hearing? That isn’t possible, right? What is going on?” Theo asked, receiving no answer. Derek was just as confused as Theo was. Stiles was busy staring into the blackness, entranced by the sound.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. The time’s come to play. Here in my garden of magic𝅘𝅥𝅮

“I’m going to figure out what it is,” Stiles said shortly, his feet moving forward without much thought. Derek and Theo followed shortly after, being pulled towards the voice just as much as the spastic one was. Their bodies moved quickly through the underbrush of the trees, the singing growing louder the further in the preserve the got.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Follow, sweet children. I’ll show thee the way. Through all the pain and the sorrows𝅘𝅥𝅮

“Maybe we shouldn’t be going after them,” Theo tried to reason, though his heart ached when he said so.

“Oh, come on, Raeken. You are a big, bad chimera. A werewolf and a werecoyote hybrid. You can handle whatever scary singer is haunting these woods,” Stiles mused, casting the quickest glance possible to him. Theo scoffed, shaking his head.

“Guys, look,” Derek said, stopping dead in his tracks. The others stopped as well, staring at the large house yards ahead of them. Dim lights shone through the windows, the door swinging ajar. A billow of white smoke flittered from the chimney on the roof. A large tree stood beside the old house, a ragged swing swaying in the late Halloween breeze.

The voice was louder than before, the sound spilling from the crack in the front door.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Weep not, poor children for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions𝅘𝅥𝅮

“We should leave,” Derek muttered, his body betraying him when he took another step towards the mysterious house.

“Agreed,” Theo nodded, his claws digging into the tree beside him to fight the urge to rush forward as well.

“I’m going,” Stiles firmly said, willingly letting his body move forward. “Whoever it is can’t be that bad, right? And if they are dangerous, you guys can take them. But,” he paused in speech and step, looking back at the guys. “Something inside me is saying I need to find out who is here. It’s like… I need them in my life. And they want me here. I’m not turning back.”

The guys didn’t respond, reluctantly following Stiles. They knew he was right. They felt it too. They were just too stubborn to admit Stiles was correct on this matter.

Stiles pushed the door open with a shaky hand, fully engulfed by the elegant singing that had him lost in a beautiful trance. His eyes widened at the sight ahead of him, his heart picking up at the view combined with the enthralling sound.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Hush now, poor children. It must be this way. To weary of life and deceptions𝅘𝅥𝅮

He found you standing in the middle of the room, a black dress lining your body, a reddish-purple lace lining the sleeves and skirt, ending mid-thigh. A locket was encircling your neck, Stiles swearing he saw a soft glow emitting from it. Black thigh high stockings covered your legs with black booties. Your hair was thrown up into a ponytail, the front ends falling loose to frame your face. A black hat sat atop your head, slightly off centered to the right, the same lacing around the rim with a cat pendant attached to it.

Your hands extended out to him, gesturing him forward with a curl of your fingers, your voice coaxing him inside the house further. Stiles’ mouth dropped open, making his way forward until his hand was in yours.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Rest now, my children, for soon we’ll away into the calm and the quiet𝅘𝅥𝅮

Derek and Theo stopped feet behind Stiles, no one realizing the front door swung shut, locking itself.

Stiles blinked, opening his mouth slowly to speak, but no words came out. You giggled, your hand placed on his cheek instead. “Well, aren’t you adorable? My name is Y/N. What can I call you, handsome?”

“S-Stiles,” he was able to force out, his eyes never leaving yours as you backed away slightly.

“Oh, I love that name!” You mused, seeing Stiles smile are your enthusiasm.

“Y/N, you aren’t getting attached already, are you?” they heard a voice from above. “You always had a habit of getting attached to the children.”

Two sets of foots steps were heard, one descending the stairs, the other staying perched against the rail on the second floor, staring down at them. The figure at the bottom of the steps smiled, her pearly white teeth shining and her blue eyes glittering in the candlelight around the house. Her brown hair was strung over her shoulder, her curves accentuated by the black, sleeveless dress with blue trim she wore. A star barrette was holding some of her hair back.

“Oh my,” she mumbled, glancing at you are the girl on the second floor.

“I think your singing is getting rusty after being locked away,” the third girl mused, her brown eyes flicking between her compatriots. Her brown hair was up in a bun, loose stands falling about. A moon necklace dangled from her neck, resting mid-chest above her black halter dress with gold lining. “You’re attracting teenage boys now instead of children.”

“Well, I’m not arguing,” you hummed, staring at Stiles. “They’re quite… delectable anyway. I can feel it. Except for this one, they aren’t human.” You nodded at Stiles, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I’m sure Amanda agrees.”

“I definitely agree with Y/N. I like this one,” she said, moving from her spot at the bottom of the stairs and making her way towards Theo. Theo’s mouth opened, Amanda’s finger placed on his lips before he could speak. “He’s quite handsome. And his energy is delicious.”

Theo pulled away slightly, licking his lips slowly. “Who are you?”

“My name is Amanda,” she said, her eyelashes fluttering behind the glasses she wore. “And you are Theo.” Theo wanted to question, but his mind was blank. Her fingers drew circles on his chest, her touch fire to his covered skin. “How about I show you around the house? We have this really nice game room that I think you might like.”

Theo nodded, sending a look to Stiles and Derek as he was dragged away. Stiles gawked as they disappeared around the corner. “Damn, Theo is gonna get some,” he said loudly, Derek rolling his eyes. You laughed at his words.

“You picked up a real charmer, Y/N.”

“Oh shush, B. He’s sweet,” you hummed, glancing up at your friend long before focusing back on Stiles. “She’s just jealous, sweetie.”

“I can tell,” Stiles joked.

“Don’t try to lift his ego,” Derek groaned, massaging his temple. “He’s already witty and sarcastic enough. Don’t add a big ego to the mix.”

Briana, the third of the trio jumped over the railing she had been perched against, landing gracefully in front of Derek. “She always does this. She’s attracted to these kinds of guys. Then she likes to keep them longer than she is supposed to,” Briana snapped at herself, sending a look to you, which you proceeded to ignore. She looked up at Derek, her 5’7” frame doing nothing to his 6’ stature. “I’m Briana, B for short. And you look like a man who likes some good food.”

“Well, I live alone, so I don’t get a lot of good cooking,” he mused, a smirk on his face. Stiles gagged to himself at Derek’s lame attempt at flirting, his stomach twisting when he realized it was actually working.

“Well, I’m the cook between the three of us. I can show you to the kitchen. I am in need of some nice… meat anyway,” she hummed, eying his body a couple times. Derek’s eyes darkened, allowing her hand to slip into his and lead him away.

“Well, that was interesting,” Stiles mumbled, shuffling between his feet in front of you. You stood there calmly, watching his every move. He eyed your figure once, his tongue passing over his lips. “What are you? How did you lure us here? And why?”

“You like to question,” you told him, taking his hand softly, your thumb running over the top of it. “I like that. No one ever questions us. Though it has been a while since we’ve done this. And We don’t normally get guys like you coming.”

“That doesn’t explain what you are.”

“We’re witches, silly,” you said, grinning as you pull him up the stairs. You hummed as your led him through the winding halls, Stiles trying to process what was going on.

“Witches?” He asked himself more than you. “Alright, why are you here then?”

“No reason,” you said shortly, pushing open a door. Releasing his hand, you walked into the room, your arms spread wide and spinning in a circle. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Stiles slowly followed you in, the door swinging closed and locking itself just like before. Though Stiles didn’t pay attention. He glanced at the objects around him, tracing his fingers on little objects here and there. “It’s nice,” he mumbled.

“I know, right?”

He stopped at a book, flipping through the pages, his orbs scanning the foreign language inside it. Spells, he assumed, biting his lip. Multiple questions raced through his mind, though none made it to his lips. There was something off about you, and he knew it. He felt this aura you exuded, the feeling he was getting slightly off-putting. He felt kind of weak in your presence, and growing weaker every time he came in contact with you.

But, being around you also felt right. More right than he ever felt. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the captivating song that still buzzed around in his head or the true beauty you held, but being near you made him happy.

Stiles stopped at a picture frame delicately picking the photo up. It was a group of females gathered in front of the house he was in now, all wearing black dresses of some form with different colored trimming. Each had their own style, own look. Their hair colors varied from a bright silver to vibrant red. They all looked so happy together.

“Friends?” He asked. You nodded, sitting on your bed and patting the spot next to you, which Stiles gladly took. You leaned against his arm, your hand on his thigh drawing invisible shapes.

“We used to be one big group of girls, but small towns are hard to house so many witches.” He wasn’t sure what you meant, but ignored the feeling inside him when you started pointing at different people in the picture. “You know me, B, and Amanda. This one is Lauren, but everyone calls her Lau. She is pretty much our queen since she brought us all together,” you hummed, pointing to the beautiful red-head, her curled hair and make-up highlighting every feature she hair. She wore a green choker with a cat pendent, the green matching the green trimming she wore.

“This is Talia. We got lucky she joined in this picture because she normal takes all the pictures. She’s a sweetheart and I miss her,” you told him, pointing to the girl with longish, silvery white hair that was held back with a rainbow cauldron barrette. She was slender, her breasts perky in the C-cup she sported (don’t ask how Stiles could tell that from a picture). “She moved up north with Lau and Audrey”

You pointed next to a pale but beautiful girl, her brunette hair silky and smooth and her blue eyes as bright as can be. And orange pumpkin locket hung from her neck, the same shade as her dress. “This is Kayla. She’s a peach man. She makes killer potions believe it or not.”

“Witches really make potions?” Stiles jokingly asked, seeing you nod.

“Yes, we do. I will show you sometime,” you grinned, winking at him. You pointed to the next girl, her brown her half up and half down, held by a planet pin. Her blue eyes glimmered, almost as if they were entering your soul, and freckles peppered her face cutely. “This one is Jane. Super talented, super nice, super caring. One hundred percent would bake her a cake,” you laughed, Stiles chuckling along with you.

“There are two people unfortunately that aren’t pictured. Arielle and Madison. They are babes, but they moved down south to start up a new house and hopefully find some more witches for our coven. We are stronger together, not apart,” you told him, a sad smile on your face. His hand reached out, taking one of yours between his fingers, rubbing your skin softly.

Stiles looked over the picture again. “They’re beautiful,” he hummed.

“They are,” you whispered, leaning closer till your lips were against his ear. “What about me?”

Stiles’ breath caught in his throat, fumbling to keep from dropping the picture. “I mean,” he choked out, heaving slightly. “You’re definitely more beautiful than them. Absolutely gorgeous. And I feel like I need to be here with you. You just seem so amazing and I feel kind of complete with you. Fuck, I’m rambling.”

You laughed, kissing his cheek. “Precious,” you mumbled.

Stiles swallowed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down, trying to focus. “Why did you lure us here? Why are you here? You said something about not being here for a while.” He paused, thinking. “The Nemeton…?”

“The Nemeton sealed us away,” you said, standing from the bad and taking the picture from his hands. “But you helped release us, Stiles. I can feel the Nemeton’s power inside you. So, thank you.”

“Why are you avoiding telling me why you are here?” He asked once more.

“You’re too curious, Stiles,” you said, humming a new lullaby. His mind blanked slightly, watching your body approach him, hips swaying slightly. You pushed against his chest, carefully straddling his waist on the edge of the bed. “It doesn’t matter why we are here. All that matters right now is you and me.”

The chocolate-haired man’s jaw dropped, his mouth dry. “Y-Yeah,” he choked out.

“Relax,” you mumbled, taking his hands and running them up your torso, his hands attaching to your clothed breasts. They squeezed at the perky mounds unconsciously, a smile flitting around on your cheeks. “Yeah, just like that, Stiles.”

“Holy shit,” he groaned to himself.

“You like this?” you cooed, placing your hands on his and helping him squeeze more. “You want more, Stiles?”

“This is a dream, right?” She asked rhetorically, looking up into your eyes.

“Hmm, definitely not a dream, Sti. This is all real,” you told him, placing your hands on his cheeks and moving down to kiss him fully on the lips. A low noise was lost between your lisp the second they were attached, his eyes sliding closed quickly. His head tilted to the side to get a better angle, his lips naturally engulfing yours. You mewled, the feeling of his lips being soft and juicy. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, lips smacking against each other loudly. He pulled away occasionally to breathe before delving back in for another hot, open mouth kiss. Your teeth clashed whenever he leaned forward once more, your noses brushing and your lips sliding against one another. He would tug at your bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting a quiet moan from deep inside your throat.

Stiles paid no heed to the dropping energy he was feeling, every kiss he shared with you fueling him and draining him simultaneously. His body burned under your touch, your lips and fingers making his skin tingle. His body was yelling at him to spot and run, but his mind was urging him to continue, to regret everything in the morning.

His mind was winning by a landslide.

His tongue slid through a small gap in your lips, tangling with yours in a fruitful battle for dominance. His hands squeezed at your breasts a few more times before sliding around to your back. The back of your dress was open, his nails raking across your skin before attempting to find a zipper or clasp that held it closed.

He pulled away after a few attempts, his brow knit together. You giggled at the look, kissing along his jaw. “Need help?” You hummed. Stiles blushed a bright red, looking away slightly ashamed. He nodded slowly, frowning when he felt you slid off his lap. “How about you take off your shirt in exchange for me taking off my dress?”

Stiles’ pupils dilatated, gawking over at you. “I can deal with that,” he replied in a gruff voice, practically tearing the buttons off his flannel to get it off. He heard your soft giggle, the flannel slipping from his grasp. “You’re turn.”

“Deals a deal, right?” You asked, reaching behind to pull down the zipper that held the black silk to your body. It slid down with ease, the dress literally dropping off your body once the zipper was lowered. You stood in front of him in just your reddish-purple panties, thigh highs and booties. His tongue ran along his lips at the image in front of him, his hands reaching for you.

You grinned, strutting forward until you were directly in front of him. Your hands locked with his, entwining your fingers together, moving to kneel next to him on the bed. His breathing was slightly ragged, a tent forming in the khakis he was clad in. A manicured hand dipped down to rub the tent through his jeans, Stiles burying his face in your chest to stifle his moan.

“You’re so excited, Stiles,” you teased, cupping him through the tan material. He groaned into your chest, sucking dark red marks in the valley between your breasts. You mewled at the feeling he was giving you, shifting in your position so you could unbutton the intrusive material. His lips remained on your chest, moving just enough so he could attach to your nipple.

Your hands stilled, head falling back with a slew of moans. His smile against your chest was obvious, his actions deepening. His lips wrapped around the hard peak, kissing and sucking at it vigorously. His teeth nibbled at the bud, tugging at it whenever he pulled away. Dark bruises were splayed across your torso, zero regrets between either of you.

Stiles made to swap breasts but was surprised when he found his back to the bed, your dainty hands tugging his pants and boxers down his legs. Stiles propped himself up on his elbows, watching your expression turn into one of shock at the size of him. His cock slapped his stomach proudly, a string of precum connecting the tip and the dark hairs of his happy trail. He twitched in the chilly air around him, eager for some form of contact.

“Damn, Stiles,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“I’ve been around a long time. I’m sure you’ve figured that much out. You’ve the smart one of your pack. But never in all my years have a seen someone quite as… well-endowed as you,’ you muttered.

“You mean like…” he trailed off, pondering his words.

“You have a huge dick,” you told him bluntly in return.

“Oh,” he mumbled, looking down at himself. “I am bigger than the average guy, aren’t I?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you quipped, your body squirming its way out of your panties. You dropped them on his khakis, smiling. “Now, I need to moisten up for a little bit of fun. And I think you do too.”

“I… what?”

The spastic male received not reply, just a face full of dripping pussy, one leg on either side of his head. His warm breath fanned over your core, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and your lips kissing along his length. Stiles mumbled curses into your core, his tongue flicking across your clit when he tried to moisten his lips.

“Come on, Stiles,” you hummed, licking at the slit on his tip, savoring the taste of his precum. “Lick me. I want your tongue inside me.”

His cock twitched in your hands, Stiles releasing a deep groan. “Fuck, that was sexy,” he said in a gruff voice, moving his head forward until he was kitten licking at your clit and entrance. You followed in response, your mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. Your hollow cheeks applied extra pressure around him, combined with the feeling of your mouth sucking hard at him. He groaned into you, pulling you back by your thighs so his tongue could slide into you easily. His tongue slid in and out of you quickly, swirling in circles to rub every inch of your walls. His fingers toyed with your clit, flicking it and rubbing harshly at it.

You moaned around his cock, your head bobbing quickly on him. It didn’t matter how deep you went. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat made your mouth water. Your fingers fondled his balls, your nose burying into the dark hairs around the base of his shaft. He groaned into your pussy feeling your tongue tracing the pulsing vein on the underside of him, his length twitching against your cheeks.

He pulled from your pussy, pressing his tongue to your clit once before lifting you off him. You gave him a confused look when you turned to him, the man under you just grinning widely. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he stated. “I want to cum in your pussy.”

Your body shook with happiness and want, promptly moving to straddle his hips. His harden shaft slid along your moistened core moans pulled from both of you. You slid forward until the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance. When you backed into him, he slid inside you with ease until he was fully sheathed.

Your hands met his chest, rest then for a moment while you rotated your hips, adjusting to his large size. “Damn,” you mewled, head falling back. “It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. But I’ve never felt someone as good as you.”

Stiles groaned, settling his hands on your waist. “You feel so good, babe,” he mumbled without thinking.

“Babe?” You questioned with a smile. You leaned forward, your breasts pressing to his chest. His eyes locked on yours, closing only when your lips met his. “Does that mean you’re mine? And I’m yours?”

Stiles contemplated his words carefully, unsure what the right answer was. But the answer filled the room before he realized he said it.

“Yes.”

And it felt all too right to say it.

“Good,” you whispered, kissing him softly. You pulled away from him, your hips rocking against his steadily. Stiles groaned, your walls tightening around him whenever his length rubbed against them. Your hands landed on his chest for leverage, speeding up with each thrust.

It wasn’t long till you were bouncing on his cock, the sound of your skin slapping one another filling the quiet room. His fingers dug into your sides, helping led your motions, his hips occasionally bucking upwards to meet your thrusts in perfect harmony. He shimmied up on the bed until he was propped up on the pillows, his eyes swapping between your bliss-filled face, bouncing breasts, and his glistening soaked cock emerging from your pussy, disappearing shortly after until he was buried deep in you once again. The tip prodded at your g-spot, your body massively shaking whenever he hit it. You moaned his name due to the friction between your pelvises, your body burning inside.

You pulled him into a sitting position, your arms slinging over his shoulder to claw at his back. Stiles grunted, resting on his hands and bending his knees to give him leverage. His hips thrust up into yours, a whiny moan ripped from inside you as a plea for more. Stiles took this as a sigh to continue, his thrusts growing more rapid and harder, pounding upwards into your beaten cunt.

Your head buried into his neck, arms wrapping around him. Red scratches lined his back muscles, proof that he was making you feel good. The thing that caught him off guard was when he felt a burning sensation on his left shoulder blade, the pain diminishing seconds later. He brushed off the weird sensation, focusing on driving you to your orgasm.

You shook in his arms, nipping at his neck. “Stiles,” you panted, withering in her grasp. “I’m close.”

“I know,” he mumbled, wiping the sweat on his brow. His thrusts were growing sloppy, his cock twitching violently inside you. He pulled you from his neck to look in your eyes, his forehead on yours. “Cum with me.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. The kiss sparked something inside him, a literal jolt of electricity running through both your bodies. His cock sputtered inside you, his legs tightening when he came, his seed spilling in waves into your pussy. You mewled at the warm feeling it gave you, your stomach tightening until your own release hit, juices mixing with his. You moaned into the kiss, nails digging into his pale skin more, your body flush against his.

When your bodies still, you rolled off him, propped on your hands and knees. “One more round. And I like it hard, baby,” you heaved out, sending him a seductive grin. Stiles’ eyes darkened, the normal honey brown turning into a dark chocolate. He swung behind you quickly, rubbing his cock through your folds a few times to reharden himself.

With a single, swift thrust forward, the giant cock you had grown attached to filled you to the brim, a loud scream trapped in a pillow. You were given no time to accommodate his size, his hips snapping into your ass. His speed was godlike, faster than anyone you knew – including supernatural creatures. He was forceful, feverishly thrusting into you. His hands held you still, the only movement your body made was when it jolted forward upon contact. The sound of skin on skin was louder than before.

“Come on, baby,” he huffed, tugging your hair slightly so you couldn’t hide in the pillows. “You said you like it hard. I want to hear you scream for me too.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered loudly, your body shaking. Stiles chuckled, speeding up more, his thrusts solid, hips vigorously slamming into you. His hand reached around, rubbing harsh circles to your clit, your body getting overly stimulated. The way his cock slid into you, his girth stretching your core more than you were used to, the tip easily jabbing at your cervix and sweet spot. He was effortlessly making you lose control. Your body tightened in ways you had never experienced, and you loved every second of it.

“Come on, baby,” he grumbled, his thrusts growing messier by the second. “Scream for me.”

The male’s body jerked forward with a powerful thrust, the sensation made your eyesight blacken and your hearing go out for a second. When you came to, Stiles made a groan of satisfaction, the only indication that you had let out a loud scream of his name.

“That’s right,” he moaned, rubbing harder at your clit, driving his weary body to the max. “Cum with me.”

You whimpered for him, your toes curling in your boots. Your stomach clenched, snapping in a single second. Your walls clamped around him in a tight hug, your juices gushing out and splattering around his thick cock. The warm moisture sent his senses wild, loads of hot, white cum spilling from his tip and mixing with yours. You moaned loudly, relishing in the feeling his seed gave you. His thrusts slowed, easing you both through your highs.

He pulled out a minute later, collapsing on the bed. You smiled, leaning over him and pecking his lips. “Sleep, Stiles,” you mumbled.

Stiles said nothing, lulled into sleep without a fight. You placed a light kiss to his forehead, draping a blanket over his body before proceeding to get dressed. You folded his clothes, placing them on the dresser, leaving him a treat of your panties in his pocket. You gave him one last smile before slipping out the door and running downstairs.

B was in the kitchen, fixing her hair. “Good time?” You asked, catching her smirk.

“Absolutely,” she laughed, looking over at the snoring former alpha on the kitchen table, a dish towel over his privates. “You sounded like you had a good time. I heard your screams echoing down here.”

You blushed, playing with the bottom of your dress. “Well, you know…”

“That big?”

“That good,” you told her. “I’ve never had better sex.”

“Is that why you’ve glowing?” Amanda asked, strutting into the kitchen. You could see Theo laying on the couch in your game room, wearing only his boxers.

“She marked him. You only get that glow when you mark your significant other,” B said. Amanda gawked for a second, her mouth wide.

“Damn, he must be REALLY good if you are serious like this. You want to see him every year? You pledged to him?”

“What can I say?” You hummed. “He’s special. And he said he was mine. And I’m his.”

“Get it girl,” Amanda laughed.

“Too bad he won’t know what it means. I’m sure he will figure it out before next year rolls around. He’s smart,” you told them. “Though he might kill me when he realizes that I was feeding off his soul the entirety of us being together. Especially the sex. It won’t permanently affect him, but it will be an interest conversation starter next time.”

“Well, you can’t kill him now that you marked him,” B said, gathering her stuff and pulling three brooms from the closet. “Now, can we go? We have little children to lure from home. Derek was a good appetizer, but I need my main course.”

“Amen to that, sista!” Amanda laughed, taking her broom. “Let’s go, Y/N. And this time, bring us children, not hot guys with your singing.”

“No guarantees,” you joked, the girls glaring. “Take a chill pill. Let’s go, losers.”

You led the girls outside, the three of you flying off into the night, the only sound echoing through the air being the last bits of your song.

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. I’ll take thee away. Into a land of enchantment𝅘𝅥𝅮

𝅘𝅥𝅮Come, little children. The time’s come to play. Here in my garden of shadows𝅘𝅥𝅮

Stiles groaned, looking around the bare room. He faintly recalled what happened the previously night, sighing to himself.

“It feels like a dream, but it wasn’t,” he told himself, ruffling his hair. “Otherwise I would be home right now.” He rolled off the bed, placing his clothes on, frowning when he found your panties stuffed in his pocket. “Definitely not a dream…”

He quietly made his way downstairs, finding Theo and Derek awake and dressed. Derek pursed his lips, looking at the human. “Glad you could join us.”

“What’s going on?” Stiles asked, looking between the guys.

“Scott is home. And he wants to meet with all of us,” Theo mumbled, scowling slightly.

Stiles nodded slowly, making his way to Scott’s house with the guys silently. No one spoke of the events of the prior night, all ashamed of letting their guard down to the witches of Beacon Hills. Stiles recalled the events personally, rubbing at his left shoulder occasionally.

Scott looked horrible when he opened the door. Dark bags under his eyes, messy hair, bruises on his neck.

Wait… what?

“What happened to you?” Stiles questioned his friend.

“The same thing that happened to you apparently,” he mumbled. Everyone gathered in the living room of Scott’s house, sharing the same looks. A cold silence filled the room until Scott broke it. “While we were bonding, we heard this music. Like someone playing the piano. And I don’t know why, but we were drawn in. And we just wanted to be with them…” Scott trailed off.

“Who were they?” Stiles questioned.

“Lau,” Scott muttered, a furlong look in his eyes, like he was missing her already. “She was just so beautiful… I wanted nothing more than to spend every second with her.”

“Same thing with Talia,” Isaac mumbled. “She had this cute British accent. She was the one playing the piano. She played more for me while we were there.”

“Audrey was amazing, guys,” Liam said flatly. “She showed me things I will never forget. She was so talented in every way…”

“I never want to hear you say that again Dunbaby,” Stiles mumbled. He turned to the girls who sat quietly in the corner. “You guys too?”

“Mostly just Allison,” Lydia told him. “We were at the club and I knew the bartender, so he was giving us shots. Next time I know, I walked into the women’s restroom and Allison was there…”

“Her name was Kayla, alright?” Allison said boldly. “And I am not ashamed of what happened. I felt wanted again. I felt like I did when I was first with Scott. And that means a lot more than anything else guys.”

“Ally, you passed out when she left. You were hardcore sleeping on the drive back,” Lydia told her.

“I don’t get it,” Scott said, sitting on the couch. “Who were they?”

“Witches,” Stiles said quietly, recognizing every name that was listed. Everyone turned to look at him. “Y/N said they were witches. But she wouldn’t tell me why they were here.”

“They’re feeding,” Derek said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Everyone in the room questioned.

“That’s what they do. They lure people in and feed on their souls. It’s how they survive till the next year. Their power is at its peak on Halloween. Have you ever heard the tales?”

Stiles paled. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you more, Mom…

“They were probably feeding off us the entire time without us knowing it you know,” Derek mentioned lowly. “We gave them power. We’re lucky we are alive.”

“Is that why every time I touched her, I felt weak?” Stiles asked. Everyone silently agreed with his observation, admitting they had felt the same, and had fallen into a deep sleep after their contact with the witches.

“Most likely. They took our energy,” Derek said, leaning on the counter.

“That’s all good and well. We know what they did to you. But we don’t know why they are here. Why are they only doing this now?” Malia asked, looking between everyone. “There hasn’t been reports of people disappearing before. And I used to live in the woods. I never heard any singing. Or saw kids wandering to that house.”

“They were sealed by the Nemeton,” Stiles answered. “When we sacrificed ourselves, we gave power back to the Nemeton. Which woke them up.”

“Great,” Lydia sighed, standing from her spot. “More issues to deal with. At least it’s just yearly now.” She grabbed Allison’s arm, leading her to the door. “Now, we are going shopping so I can cheer this one up. Again.”

Everyone began to file out of the room, leaving just Scott and Stiles. Stiles rubbed his shoulder again, Scott narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

Stiles frowned, shrugging. “I don’t know. When I was with Y/N last night, there was this burning sensation on my shoulder blade. But since I woke up, I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Let me see,” Scott said. Stiles wordless turned around, removing one arm from the flannel so Scott could look. He heard a click, Scott’s phone shoved in his face. “You have a mark.”

“What?” Stiles asked confused, looking at the picture. It was the outline of a black cat etched into his skin. “The fuck?”

“I have one too,” Scott said, rolling up his left sleeve. A small fox was embedded in his tan skin right above his bands. “I don’t know what it means.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Stiles sighed, fixing his shirt. “I’m going to head home. Get some rest. I’m still not all there after last night.”

“I get ya, man. Get some rest, alright?” Stiles nodded at his friend, the two doing a bro hug before he left. Stiles caught sight of a small fox in the bushes across from Scott’s house before he left, shaking his head at the image and telling himself he imagined it.

His drive home was silent, his thoughts consumed by thoughts of you. He sighed, part of him missing you. Well, a lot of him was missing you. He ran his fingers through his hair as he parked in his drive way, cursing to himself. He felt foolish for caring, but depressed that you weren’t there. He slid from the jeep, walking up to his front door.

What he saw surprised him. A small black cat sat outside his door, staring up at him. His brow furrowed, bending to look at it better. “And how did you get here?” The cat meowed, leaning forward to rub against his leg. “You’re a cutie, aren’t you?”

He picked the cat up, listening to it purr. He saw the glisten of a locket around its neck, his heart wrenching. He felt a familiar pull, like he felt towards you the night prior. “Well, I can’t leave you out here, can I?’ he told it, cradling the cat in his arms as he walked inside. He hoped this would help him cope until he could see you again.

If only he knew the truth…

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