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andreafmn · 8 months
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Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot
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Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)
Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.
A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉
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Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived. 
It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from. 
“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.” 
“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.” 
 “(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.” 
“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.” 
“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.” 
With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.” 
“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?” 
“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?” 
“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?” 
It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do. 
“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”
“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!” 
“What? What’s wrong?” 
Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.” 
“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.” 
“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.” 
(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?  
Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human. 
“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?” 
She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her. 
And Derek. Always Derek. 
He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart. 
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”  
“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”  
“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.” 
“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?” 
“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.” 
“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.” 
“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.” 
“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?” 
“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.” 
“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?” 
“One day at a time.” 
And it worked. For two months, at least. 
That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months. 
They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before. 
The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation. 
The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them. 
At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N). 
She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be. 
But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long. 
He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything. 
“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”
“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.” 
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”
(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke. 
“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.” 
“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.” 
“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.” 
“Well, at least you’re glowing.”
“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”
“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?” 
(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her. 
Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it. 
She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer. 
The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else. 
“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”
“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”
“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”
“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”
“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”
“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”
“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.” 
“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.” 
“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”
And it should have. 
Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time. 
Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in. 
To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head. 
“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?” 
“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.
“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”
“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”
He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more. 
“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.” 
“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”
“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?” 
Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be. 
“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”
“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.” 
“You’re still younger than me, correct?” 
“Well, yeah…” 
“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?” 
“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.” 
“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.” 
“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.” 
“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?” 
“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…” 
“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”
“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face. 
“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.” 
“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.” 
“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.” 
A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born. 
Well, except Peter. 
“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.” 
“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.” 
“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.” 
“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.” 
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freedomfireflies · 1 year
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more stiles blurbs??? last one was hot
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A tense silence settles over the hallway as you look at the massacre and bloodshed, the ruby marks splattered across the wall, across your dress, and across Stiles’ face. 
His chest is heaving, his cheeks are flushed, and his stained hands are balled into fists by his side. He’s done what he came to do. He’s managed the threat. He’s executed the entire council.
He looks at the damage he’s done as he regains control of his breathing pattern and once he manages to ground himself, he looks up and meets your eye.
You gaze at the face of the man you’ve grown to love these past few months. The face of a man who gave up sanity and freedom and his entire life just to be with you. The man who chose to crawl back into the labyrinth of the nogitsune just to keep you.
You step over the lifeless body at your feet, your heels clicking across the marble floor as you make your way for him. He watches you, still a bit lost in his own mind, but with each step you take, he becomes increasingly more aware of himself. Of you. Of why he’s here.
You take his face in your hands, thumb swiping a stray drop of blood from his lip. “How do you feel?” you whisper. You’re desperate to taste just a fraction of the ecstasy you’re sure is coursing through his veins. All that pain, all that agony, all that strife…you need it. More than you need air in your lungs.
His eyes flick between yours as he finds his voice. “So fucking good.”
You smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His hands find your hips, tugging you into his body as your chest meets his. “Better than the last time.”
Your lashes flutter at the rough cadence of his voice. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs as he nudges his nose against yours. “S’fucking good, Angel. Promise you’ll like it.”
“I know,” you tell him within an instant, ready to find out. “I know, I can feel it.”
“Yeah?” His breathing is becoming sporadic, as is your own, both of you beginning to claw at the fancy outfits you’ve chosen for the evening in a desperate attempt to take. “This what you wanted?”
He pushes you back until you meet the wall, and you gasp at the contact as he begins to fist your dress in his large hand. 
This is what you wanted. It’s all you’ve wanted ever since he took you to the woods and introduced you to the Nemeton. Introduced you to the power. To Void. To the possibilities.
You’ve never seen a man more glorious. Never seen someone so comfortable in this type of light. This type of revenge. 
The Stiles you met back at the academy was quiet. Frustrated. Kept to himself and didn’t talk much about his past.
Spencer Reid had introduced you. Said Stiles needed a friend. A reminder that the future was louder than the past. 
You befriended the quiet, tortured boy. Figured out why he hid in the shadows. What he was trying to hide from.
He didn’t just let you in that night. He let the darkness in as well.
“We should…we should go,” you pant as he trails his open-mouthed and desperate kisses along your jaw. “They’ll be here soon, and you know Hotch won’t let this go—”
“Don’t fucking care,” he whispers, fingers slipping up the inside of your thighs as he kicks your feet apart. “Don’t care, Angel. Know you don’t, either.”
Your eyes roll back as he cups the back of your neck just to bite on your bottom lip. As he takes. “I care about keeping you safe—”
“M’safe right fucking here. Right here, with you.”
You whine when you feel him press the heel of his hand to your clit, rolling his wrist just to watch you squirm. “Stiles—”
“What?”
You gasp for air. “We have to go—”
“Not yet. Not until I get what I came for.”
“Stiles—”
“What?” he whispers, nose against your cheek as he slips his fingers inside. As he curls and beckons you toward what you want. What you both want. “You know the deal. Know it’s all for you—”
“Fuck.” Your head falls back against the wall with a thump. You’re not even sure how you’re still standing or why he’s so set on doing this now, but you suppose he’s right. A deal was made that day in the woods. A deal you can’t exactly opt out of and wouldn’t want to if you could. 
“If you wanna go so bad…” he murmurs as he drags his teeth along the outer shell of your ear. “…then I guess you better give me what I want.”
He wants to ruin you. See tears streaming down your face as you beg him for the power he wields. For the euphoria that comes from the dark kitsune spirit. For the touch that bends you, the touch that breaks you, the touch that belongs to nobody else but him.
The lifeless bodies on the floor, the blood painted across the walls, the strife he’s caused here…that’s only the tip of the iceberg. It’s only a fraction of what he feeds off of. 
What he truly needs to survive…is you.
You know this. You’ve always known this. And you adore it, truthfully. Adore the way your body, your pleasure, your pain is his destiny. Is the reason he exists. The way he spends each moment tortured by the thought of consuming you. 
It’s what drives him.
Like now. With all this chaos in the air (and on the floor), he can’t leave, he can’t move on until he gets what he really came for.
You.
And you’re not cruel. You’re not unfair. You’ll give him exactly what he wants, and you’ll do it gleefully.
He growls in the back of his throat when he feels you clench around his fingers. When he feels your nails scratch down his white shirt that’s stained crimson. When he feels you finally let yourself go.
And each kiss, each bite, each thrust is made for you. To own you, to have you, to ravish you. 
Stiles Stilinski is many things.
Focused has always been one of them.
You can hear the sirens in the distance. The fleet of vehicles as they surround the building and screech to a stop. The sounds of stomping boots and the cocking of guns as they yell their orders and positions.
They’ve come to take him away.
And while Spencer has always done a rather good job of giving you both a head start, you don’t imagine Stiles’ old boss will be pleased to see him at the center of this unjust crime.
So, just before they can swing the doors to the hotel lobby open, you give him what he wants. You gasp his name and fall into his arms as he carries you through the moment. As he whispers, “S’a good fucking girl,” over and over until you wilt into his chest in an attempt to catch your breath. 
And he seethes your name under his breath, the power you’ve just given him unlike any other. The rush of control and dominance almost enough to knock him off his feet. 
But you’re both out of time. You can hear the sound of Hotch’s voice as he leads his men toward the hallway you both currently reside in. 
And as Stiles leans back, ready to flee, you catch his eye. His smug smile rather victorious and so fucking pleased as he takes your hand and yanks you away from the wall.
You manage to slip through the emergency exit in seconds before you race down the steps, away from the mess you helped create and toward your getaway car.
Tonight, he got lucky. You both did. Perhaps next time, you won’t be able to say the same. 
But then again...you suppose you’ll just have to wait to find out.
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I’m in a Stiles mood, sorry 😭
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statticscribbles · 1 year
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Stiles Stilinski x Male!Reader x Scott McCall
63 and 12
12.Roommate AU and  63.Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 
“Roommates.” Stiles hisses and Kira just shakes her head.
“It’s easier to share than try to find a place of our own!” Scott tries to convince Erica when she asks why the three of you always come out together.
“Wait; you share a bed? All three of you?” Boyd and Derek spend three minutes laughing and another five trying to tetris the three of you onto the imaginary queen bed you all share.
“They can’t do it without touching; they have ot touch...”
“What’s wrong with platonic cuddling?” You snap and Stiles agrees.
“Yeah, nothing wrong with that; or platonic morning wood; or the occasional threeway as long as you don’t kiss; or the occasional kiss as long as you use protection or the-” Issac and Theo are grinning at each other.
“Will you all fuck off!!!”
“I believe you.”
“Thank you Jackson! Can’t believe I’m saying that.” Scott and Stiles slump a little relieved the teasing is over.
“I mean you really think Stiles could keep his mouth shut if he ever got a chance to score with his two top crushes?”
“His what?” Scott’s eyes widen as he turns from Jackson to Stiles and back again.
“I take that back; I hate Jackson the most.” Stiles deadpans and you can see Derek sliding Malia five bucks.
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zaceouiswriting · 1 year
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Lost Love
Character: Derek Hale x male reader, Death/Dea (original) x male reader, mentioned Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, and Eli Hale. (Scott never gets a mention)
Universe: Teen Wolf
Warnings: None
Authors note: Hello. I've finally dealt with another request, (Only three months after receiving it, I'm really late with my requests) and well, I may have to apologize. I had a lot of creative issues with it, from the timeline to all of the characters that were supposed to be involved. I might also forget a character, but since it's been three months, I don't feel like rewriting everything again. So I’m sorry @arekmaximoffkq but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.
"We can't win this alone!" That was a statement no one would have ever expected from their fearless True Alpha. No one ever thought that Scott McCall could feel hopeless by a threat. That was until the Legions of Darkness and the Hunters under Monroe, who could never be stopped, made a pact. It was a fragile one considering the Legions are supernaturals.
Either way, they found a common enemy. Scott McCall. Although the Legions have made massive strides to dominate the world, beginning in North America, he causes them too many problems with his alliance network.
"Before anyone says anything, I've already asked the Asian Dragons Alliance and United European Tribes, but apart from a few smaller groups within them, they can't help us much. They also fight the Legion on their continents.”
"We've never lost to anyone, Scott. Why should it be any different this time.”
"Because he's not here anymore, Liam." Derek was the one who reminded everyone of what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.
The room went silent from one moment to the next. A deadly atmosphere hung over their heads. Liam couldn't understand what was happening. He never understood when his pack went silent like this after something remembered them about someone he never got to know.
Lydia was the only one who never looked as sad as the others, she always did her best to look that way, but if people watched her closely, they could tell the subtle difference. She was also the only one who offered to help Liam and the other people who weren't around at the time.
Everyone accepted, even if it was just about getting out of the room. In Scott's kitchen, she was surrounded by a larger group, all staring at her, desperate for answers. And she told the tragic story. About her husband being possessed by a Nogitsune, causing him to more or less kill several people.
Scott had saved his girlfriend Allison but instead damned Derek's fiancé. The sword intended for the archer pierced the older man who was there only to protect the youths. Before Derek could reach him, his body dissolved, hatred in his eyes as he died. But worse, it didn't save Allison for long because just moments later, as she nocked another arrow on her bow, she was stabbed from behind and died in Scott's arms.
Since then, Derek hasn't been able to look Scott directly in the eye without wanting to kill him. Instead of just one death that day, there were two. And one of those deaths was so much more important than the other. Allison was just a formidable archer but useless in the long run. Even Lydia had to admit that as her best friend.
Derek’s fiancé - a powerful mage - did everything for them, protecting and even making sure that the threats they faced never got out of control.
To say the next generation wasn't impressed would be an understatement. They always looked up to Scott, his supposedly strong moral compass. But now they knew his true intentions; selfishness.
Lydia knew from day one you saw Scott for the vile person he actually is. She only saw it after a few years of being separated from him. Being under the same roof with him now made her sick. She could only see her best friend's dead face and Derek's broken face.
Now more and more people have been able to see it, although it doesn't change anything because Scott is still their Alpha. But at least now they know that most of his decisions are selfish and not for the greater good.
"So what can we do?" Mason asked Lydia, slowly getting restless himself.
The look she gave him, and the whole group spoke all the necessary words. "I don't think we can do anything. We can only hope it doesn't get any worse."
Lydia should never have said those words. Mere days later, the sudden appearance of the Oni, quickly followed by the Nogitsune they thought had been killed, and then someone who broke their fragile pack even more apart.
She had no choice but to get help herself.
With the rest of the pack still at home, Scott tried to keep everything together while getting his Allison back. Lydia was in Jackson's car with him and his husband. "Who are you looking for anyway? I thought the supernatural council already told Scott we couldn't help."
But she said nothing. Not ready to say anything.
Ethan had the idea right away, but his husband didn't. Jackson kept nudging Lydia. To the point where his husband put his hand over his babbling mouth before Lydia would overturn the car.
They spent the rest of their journey in absolute silence until they came to a private road. "Please wait here. Don't follow me, and please don't ruin this, okay?" Without even waiting for an answer, she exited the car.
As she walked up the street in high heels, her arrival could be heard far out. She never intended to be secretive, which worked well enough for her.
She could feel the heavy air everywhere, filled with so much raw magical power that she kept marveling that the animals that lived there didn't suffocate. For example, she never had trouble breathing, but once she got there, she could never take a single proper breath.
“If this is not Lydia Martin. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years!“ Your voice suddenly called out to the banshee. Already used to your antics, she turned around but could not see you immediately. “Turn around again.“
And she did, slowly, but she did. With a big smile, you stood before her, a crown of flowers with red and white roses, without thorns in your hands. Without hesitation, you crowned her again as you normally do whenever she comes by.
"You never change, do you?"
"Nope." With another big smile, you pulled Lydia into your arms. "It's so nice to see you again!" After their brief hug, he put her arm around his. "Now tell me why you are here. Our next meeting was only a few months away.”
Lydia would have been a fool to think you didn't smell the need for her to come to you so early. She was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
"A lot of things happen, and I know you don't like it when I talk around, so I'll just ask you. Could you come and-"
"Dad!" The panicked voice of one of your sons jerked you away from Lydia. Before you could react, however, your two sons stood before you and Lydia, with someone you knew and someone you didn't. "We found these intruders and- Aunt Lydia, what are you doing here?"
"You two have grown." She was utterly surprised to see them standing so tall, which made her slightly uneasy, knowing she would have many questions that the man she was meeting would most likely won't like.
Luckily Jackson - who was brought by one of my sons - was doubled-over from feeling sick because of the teleportation.
Shaking your head in amusement, you couldn't hold back your snarky thought: "Jackson, are you still not used to this?" Your voice froze him in his tracks.
Slowly, very slowly, almost scarily he raised his head, his eyes though still fixated on the floor. Standing almost straight again he still did not dare look at you. Lydia told him that he could and with her reassurance he finally did. His eyes quickly filled with tears as he locked them with yours. His baby-blue eyes shimmered with shock but in a happy way.
Without warning, he lunged forward at a pace neither your sons nor you could do anything about. He pulled you into his arms, much more muscular than you remembered. Now he feels and looks a lot like a young Derek. Thinking about him always made you sad, which not only your sons felt this time.
Only Jackson was apparently unaware of this. "This is Ethan, my husband!" he told you excitedly, smiling cheek to cheek, ignoring the fact that you were not dead and standing still alive in front of him.
You gently cupped his face, which now looked much older than yours. Just another curse of your existence. "I will meet your handsome husband in a moment. But before, how are you and your parents?" His face darkened. "You forgot what you promised me, didn't you?" Shame crossed his face for a short moment. He became the little boy you met when you moved to Beacon Hills, who just found out he was adopted again.
You saved him from getting hit by a car, talked to him, and brought him back to his parents in the evening. For years you tried to get him to see them for who they are; but you were unsuccessful. You finally got through his thick skull, but you died before Jackson, his parents, and you could meet again.
"Then we must do it soon. They are not getting any younger and deserve to be loved by you. After all, they raised you. But I also have to blame them for spoiling you little shit!” You jokingly shook his head with your hands, ruffling his perfect hair. It eventually brought a small smile to his face.
Booping his nose brought back many sweet memories with little Jackson and even moody teenager Jackson. Slowly you pulled your hands away from him. In the same movement, he turned and looked at the other man, who finally rose from his slouching position.
"Ethan is your name, right?" you asked in a dangerously low voice that sent a cold sweat down his son's back. He nodded and swallowed hard. "I think this little rascal over here told you about me?" You glanced back and forth at the couple with a raised eyebrow.
"My big brother," Jackson whispered to his husband to refresh his memory. Suddenly, Ethan's eyes widened with shock and realization.
His body suddenly went stiff. He even held out his hand to most likely properly greet you. 
“Hey, little brat?“
“Yes?“
"How come you've got not only a handsome man but also a well-mannered one while still being the same obnoxious brat?"
He could see your cheeky, teasing grin that had torn holes in his heart so many times before, believing the hurtful things you said until you made it clear it wasn't meant like that.
However, Ethan knew nothing about it.
"Because Jackson is an amazing man, passionate, gentle, romantic-"
"He didn't mean it like that. He complimented us both."
"What? He attacked you!"
Both Jackson and you looked at each other, giggling at his words. "Brat is my nickname for him because that's what I called him the first we met. He is and remains obnoxious to me because although he has a hard, unfriendly demeanor on the outside, he has a heart of gold. I'm just glad he hasn't changed."
Horror filled Ethan's eyes as you explained the rather adorable things you had to say about his husband. You could see that he wanted to fall into a hole right then and there.
Without a word, you suddenly stood before him and put one of your hands on his cheek. "If you hurt my little boy, I will kill you and destroy your body on a molecular level, dissolve you, and destroy every memory anyone ever had of you, understood?"
At first, he seemed amused by the innocuous-sounding threat, but when he looked into your eyes, he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyes wide, you pulled him into a hug. "Welcome to the family!" In your arms, you whispered something else in his ear, a threat he couldn't ignore, but you made sure no one else could hear.
As you pulled away smiling, Jackson smiled too without looking at his husband, who looked pale, horrified at you.
"Now, can someone explain why you're all here?"
“Scott needs your help.“
"No." You turn and motion for your boys to come with you. Even though they were intrigued by the name Lydia mentioned, they followed you anyway.
"We need your help," Jackson pointed out. Looking into your eyes melted your heart a little, but you still couldn't.
With gentle eyes, you looked at the boy who was like a little brother to you. You still had to say it, even though you didn't want to: "No. I'm sorry, but I can't." 
Jackson's face twisted, hurt at my refusal to help him. "If you had asked me, I would have done it immediately, but not with this boy and possibly the man who let me die." Suddenly the ground shook under your words, and time flew by, just for you to reverse it again.
"No one would be safe without your help!" Lydia tried again, but you waved your hand and teleported her back to their vehicle. Your boys wanted to know what it was about, but you couldn't tell them. They only know the bare minimum, and you want it to stay that way.
Days went by without Lydia trying to contact you again. You have feared for the safety of those who have been good to you, but you cannot save them every time they get into trouble. You were working on the ranch when you felt something strange.
One moment you were standing in one of the barns, and the next at the edge of your property. "What do you two are doing there?"
Your sons were jumping around in utter fear. One of the few rules they have to follow is that they can't leave the property without you.
"We have to help them!" the elder twin said bluntly while his younger brother had his eyes on the floor.
"You want to see your father, don't you?" That question silenced him immediately. "Don't worry. He won't die. He's like a cockroach. He comes out of everything with a few little bruises and maybe a few wounds.”
But they were determined to help Scott's pack. You could see it in his eyes and later even in his brother's eyes when he finally looked up at you. When they saw your eyes glow purple, magical energy flowed around you, and a moment later, the bubble that kept the ranch hidden from supernatural beings. It as well saved it from natural disasters.
They stared at you in surprise as your eyes went back to normal. "Then go. But not with all your abilities. You can teleport to them but not back or anywhere. Your powers will be minimal."
After that, you just disappeared, hurt, disappointed, and proud simultaneously. Being able to feel your boys teleport away, a strange pain immediately filled your chest. At first, slowly, and then suddenly, you winded in pain. Somehow able to suppress it, you walked back into your house, taking a book out, trying to just forget about it.
Just a sentence in, you were unable to concentrate anymore. For minutes you just stared at the filled pages before you threw it away, awaiting to hear it land on the floor.
All the alarm bells went off in your head at once because that sound never came. Ready to rip some heads off, you were suddenly frozen in place. "Finally, we meet again!"
"That's impossible!" you called out loudly through clenched teeth. "I killed you!"
Suddenly there was a child in front of you and next to him a middle-aged man. "You killed one of us and we want his powers back, you filthy mortal!"
The child was about to touch you. His small hand was outstretched to do whatever he wanted to you when suddenly a spear pierced his head. Blood splattered everywhere. Gasping in shock, he fell to the ground and disappeared. Only to reappear shortly thereafter. "I am the past! You cannot kill me!" Anger emanates from the small body, much more than a child should be able to feel.
You had an intense desire to contest this but believed it might be a while before you would find something that could actually kill this spoiled brat.
In complete contrast stood the middle-aged man. "We just want grandfather time back. After that, we'll leave you alone... forever."
Anger surged back through your body, reminding you of how they tried to erase your existence multiple times, the first being right at your birth. "No!" you told him after lashing out with your powers and destroying his body in no time.
"You'll see," the same middle-aged guy suddenly told you from the other side. “Maybe you can kill my son, the past because the past is quickly forgotten. And maybe even my father because the future hasn't been written yet." Out of nowhere, without you even feeling him move, he leaned in with his mouth next to your ear. "I am the present, omnipresent, unkillable except when the universe implodes in on itself."
The anger you were feeling did not subside. It even became worse, as his words felt like a looming threat to you. „What if I kill your son as well? Wouldn’t I be the controller of the present, through manipulation of past and future?“
The man smiled for the first time. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." After that, his voice softened a lot. "I allow you to keep the future, but use it wisely. You are a part of me now, and I am one of you, don't risk the balance of nature. At least no more than you have already done. You perversion of nature!"
You fell over as time worked again and lay on the floor while the middle-aged man crouched in front of his arms on his thighs. "You and your sons are abominations, an error of a magical nature. Therefore, in order to have the foresight of future events will be useful, but you must protect the universe with your power and that of your children! If not, we will find a way to kill you like we did the one who freed people's minds giving them absolute freedom."
Now that a real threat was being uttered, chills ran through your blood went cold – almost as cold as ice – you could already tell that his words were not empty.
You agreed with him. Though you knew you were powerful, you doubted there was any chance for you to win against something or someone so fundamental to the workings of the universe itself.
He smiled at you. A smile so malicious that fear was no longer the right word; you were horrified by this man. Somehow he must have sensed this because he turned to his son: who glared at you but took his father's hand.
They disappeared suddenly and without a trace; no magic, not even a smell.
Startled by this event, you fell back in your seat, exhausted and angered by your passive behavior. Maybe it was finally time to show everyone just how powerful you really are and not just give them some showings of lesser magical abilities you harbor. But where?
The pain that was gone came back a thousand times stronger than before. A scream so high you thought your vocal cords would eventually tear apart came out of you. It felt like your heart was exploding into a million pieces.
In a panic, you suddenly found yourself in a school that you had to attend many times considering you were - under normal circumstances - still would be, the mother figure of a pack of supernaturals.
Only now, you see older versions of all the teens you helped grow, broaden their horizons, and more. They fight the same enemy you died against. Right in the middle were your children - they were more of a hindrance than a real part of the struggle. Without much of their powers, they are almost useless.
You were watching the fight, but soon a girl - the cause of your death - snuck up behind the group and your sons.
You watched wide-eyed as she put an arrow in her bow, drew it, and let it fly. Your eyes followed the line of it exactly. As you realized where it would end up, a burning hatred began to flare in your veins. Not only was she the cause of your death, but now she was after your children?
A burst of raw magical energy shattered the illusion of the time - in which you were being held. With the smell of revenge in your nostrils and the tingling in your fingers, your scene changed again, only this time it was your own doing.
***
How can that be? Where did these two guys come from? And why do they look so like... him? My mind was racing as two boys about eighteen suddenly shoved Eli and me out of the way of danger, and then their hands glowed in that familiar color.
With only a few movements of their hands, they threw away the Onis with absolute ease. It reminded me even more of him. Honestly, everything reminds me of him, especially these days. Watching Eli grow up didn't make it any better. Maybe he would have stayed, even after what I did. But no, I had to be selfish and believe that she would stay with me.
Before I could ask them if they knew of him, they had summoned magic to forge weapons and engaged the Onis in sword fights.
Soon most of the Onis came to their comrade's aid and pushed both boys to their limits. First, their magic began to flicker before it just…disappeared.
As I watched them fight against those who had killed my one true love, I had this strange feeling, as if it was my duty to protect these young men as if they were my own flesh and blood.
"Get out of the way!" The boys only looked at me in shock, not moving at all. It forced Eli to suddenly transform, to push the other boys to the ground. Even though no blood was spilled or flesh pierced, my heart stopped even thinking that any of the three might have been injured.
Just as I wanted to scold my son, I froze in place, seeing the light-breaking shine of the sword rushing down.
A growl escaped my dry lips, my sore throat already dying, but not even that could stop the Oni from its hatred-filled attack against the three.
Since my body was too weak to move, even as a werewolf, I became too tired after hours of fighting. I could only watch as my son, the only good thing in my life that I ended up doing, would die right before my eyes.
Tears were already welling up in my eyes as the sword went deeper and deeper, now piercing his skin.
A sudden burst of violet light blinded me from seeing the death of my only loved one left. Screaming his name on a tongue that scolded and disciplined him more times than was necessary. I couldn't hold back my tears over the death of my son! He had to die without being able to see me: his father. Even though I was the worst father imaginable, I was still his father. Not being able to comfort my son in his last seconds of life will be the second worst experience of my life. It was hard enough living without the light of my life. But without my son? I could make my own life there!
"Don't go near my sons, you hellspawn!"
I... I know that voice! That voice... so soft and yet stern at the same time, it put all my hair up almost immediately.
I could only hear its magic crackling and things colliding. I could only imagine what had happened. But slowly, very slowly, the blindness - from the bright light - wore off. From blurred eyes, I saw a silhouette fighting like a monster against the real monster attacking us.
"Are you both all right?" His voice again, his beautiful voice. "I warned you, outside of the bubble, you will not be able to use your full power. As my sons, your powers are immeasurable. Therefore, it will take time and discipline to unlock your abilities again!” 
Hearing his voice scolding these young men and calling them his "sons" almost broke me. They seem so old! How is that possible? Did he have these kids before we met?
Before I could ask, however, I felt a burning pair of eyes on me and saw one of the twins pointing at me. When his eyes met mine, it was as if I hadn't been dazzled by his striking entry: my eyes could take in all of him. I could see its raw beauty right in front of me. He never had to do anything to look good, but now? He was gorgeous, just as young as I had met him.
But his eyes didn't show me the same love as they used to. There was disgust and anger in them instead. Of course, I deserve both, but it still hurt me.
"Dad, are you okay?" Even though I've never treated Eli the way he deserves, he still cares about me, which made my heart skip a beat.
"Dad? How old are you?" My veins turned cold, freezing even, hearing the angry voice of my true love. I just realized that if he knew Eli's age, he would know the whole truth.
At first, Eli didn't realize he was being addressed like the clueless boy he always was. It warmed my heart a bit. But soon, he must have felt the twinkling eyes on him because he turned and asked his question again. Eli, almost forced to speak now, looked at me confused, almost scared, but I nodded, not wanting to know what he would say or do.
"I-I'm fifteen, s-sir."
Sir? Eli was never that well-behaved or reclusive person who respects strangers.
His eyes widened instantly, and the anger turned to pain as his hand flew over his heart, pinched his skin, and even a tear found its way to the corner of his eye.
"Who was it, Derek?" He was speaking to me, speaking directly to me, and I could hear him! But does that mean... he's alive? 
Just now, realizing that I wasn't actually hallucinating, I nearly shit my pants lying on the floor, bruised and sore.
"Who did you cheat on me with? Fifteen years..."
There was no way I could lie to him again as I had so many years ago. "It was Breadon."
"Are you serious?" There was only disappointment in his eyes, and I could only feel the same. I feel ashamed of myself every day. Even though Eli came out of it, I still feel terrible.
"She died ten years ago. But she left right after the birth, leaving Eli and me alone. I thought if you weren't there, my heart would be hers. But we soon realized that neither of us loved the other, and I didn't date anyone else after..." A lump in my throat kept me from spilling out everything I could think of.
"You betrayed me? Let me die like I didn't mean anything?" He could hardly contain his anger but did his best, most likely for his sons and not for me. "You know what the funniest thing is? I was so in love with you that I would have forgiven you for cheating on me and getting a woman pregnant."
It was like a dagger piercing my heart when I heard that. Hearing those words of love once more, I realized in the next moment that my life could have been so much sweeter with that man. A man so deeply in love with me to forgive the worst betrayal of all.
***
When you saw Derek again, you felt a sudden outburst of hatred, but hearing that his life was so bad made it... subside, just like that. He's a lot worse off than you are now. It gave you a kind of satisfaction you never knew you needed.
"Get up, you pathetic man, and fight. I won't do it all by myself." Derek looked up in surprise when you spoke to him in a disgusting tone like that. "As I did with the hunters and the Legion of Darkness!" you mumbled softly afterward.
Derek stared at you in absolute shock. He knew you were strong fifteen years ago, but this?
A hiss came out of nowhere. A tone Derek and all other werewolves know all too well. You heard it often before as well. Far away was someone you knew should be dead. The arrow she released was in line with you. Without even trying to get out of the way, use your magic to surround the projectile to deflect it in a different direction or stop it mid-air. 
Knowing this was the only way it could go: you turned back to Derek. Only for the arrow to pierce your shoulder. It only got stopped by your bone.
For a second, you were shocked, only to feel the dark magic of another being. The Nogitsune - a powerful spirit - could not simply be killed, as you now know.
“Hmm… I should have been prepared for that. After all, his disgusting smell is all over this damn place!”
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"That stupid Nogitsune. As always, Scott can't do anything right.”
Just as Derek opened his mouth, you stared at him, effectively silencing him before he could even utter a single sound.
"Huhu... Death, where are you?" Your voice sweet as sugar. Your sons already know this sound, and Derek did it too. Only Eli was confused, but even he broke out in a terrible sweat. "Do I have to go up there and beat your ass again?"
Just as your threat sounded, an extremely low chuckle could be heard from somewhere. A smile graced your beautiful face when you heard it.
"I think you got it the wrong way around." His heavy footsteps echoed through the school corridors.
"Uncle Dea!" your two sons shouted and jumped into the man's arms.
He laughed heartily at this warming gesture; A six-foot and seven-inch-tall man was tall enough for your two boys to hold on to, and his muscular torso, wrapped in a himation - white lose clothes - showed off his big, muscular pecs and his eight-pack. In your eyes, he was and always will be the most handsome man in any world or realm.
Soon he was pulling your sons away, his eyes fixed on you. "What did I do to annoy you this time, sweetheart?" His deep bass voice is so dark it sends shivers down your spine. He slowly moved towards you while your knees were already weakening. "It's so nice to see you again after all these years."
"I'd say the same thing... if there wasn't someone you promised me the last time we saw each other is dead and in heaven." Irritated, especially by your disrespectful tone, he slightly angled his head, almost as if he wanted to warn you. But as he followed your outstretched index finger, his eyebrows suddenly jumped up in confusion.
"What the hell is she doing here? Her soul should be at peace!” he muttered angrily to himself as a book appeared in his hand. As he flipped through it, more and more arrows flew in your guy's direction. Strangely enough, your magic still couldn't protect you from them. All you guys could do was evade them.
Until the atmosphere suddenly changed, darkness blossomed from a place where you only knew warmth. Death glowed in that atmospheric-changing darkness, ready to devour all life.
"Someone stole her soul and gave her a new body!" he roared loudly, his voice deafening, exploding all the windows and even doors around us. It even threw Allison off balance, forcing her to the ground and snapping her bowstring.
"Can you do something about it?"
"Do I look like a wizard?" After a moment's pause, his dark eyes met yours, "Don't answer that, or I'll have to spank you later."
An angry blush appeared on your face. "Not like a wizard, but a really hot farmer, at least with the scythe."
His dark eyes swallowed you whole; it was pure lust, but deep down, also love. "Even if your god were still alive, not even he would be able to save you from me when I get you later alone." He licked his plump lips, causing an immense lump to form in your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe effectively. "But I can't do anything at the moment. Someone has to kill the body the hunter girl is in before I can take her soul this time, so she can never be reborn.”
Cracking your fingers and neck, your eyes were solely on the huntress. Knowing that only you would kill that bitch, because everyone else is riding Scott’s dick, trying to make this joke of an Alpha happy.
Before you could cast a single spell at her, the same useless Alpha had his claws rammed into your chest. Determination in his eyes as you two looked at each other, on eye level.
"No!" suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind you. In a flash, dark hair pushed Scott away from you. His claws ripped from your chest before the Alpha had a chance to crush your heart.
Breathing heavily in pain, you bend over to hide the true extent of the pain. "Dad!"
"Don't worry. I'm okay. Angry, but okay." You smiled at your two sons, who immediately came to your side, each holding an arm. Just then, you glanced over at them. "Lydia? Jackson? If any of you ever come to me to ask for another favor and still be associated with Scott... you'll wish you had jumped into lava because the death you would suffer at my hands will even make the devil blush! "
Lydia has known for a long time that you hated Scott, and over time she realized that your hatred was not unfounded. Especially after Stiles' death, which was also his fault, leaving her with two young children, the last born a month after her husband's tragic death.
Jackson wasn't even a part of the McCall Pack, but as an old ally and somewhat friend to the 'True Alpha‘ he still does his bidding if asked nicely.
They both looked at each other, their friendship still there, even after all these years. They talked silently before nodding at each other. They quickly switched from Scotts' side to yours.
In all honesty, you knew these two would come to your side before you even issued that ultimatum. Especially Jackson. If he didn't already know, he would soon learn that you've always taken care of him.
"Please, look after my boys. I'll take care of this devil spawn!” Allison was Lydia's best friend. You knew it was hard for her, but she had cried after her long enough. She's a smart cookie and aware that Allison is dead, and it isn't okay that she is back, especially not for nature, to which Lydia is close herself.
Using your magic, you lifted yourself into the air and flew to where Allison was last seen.
But when you got there, only her ruined bow was left. Before you could react, a knife was in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you pulled out the dagger and threw it at her, only hitting the wall behind her. Because she was already gone again, cursing under your breath, you began to search for her again.
A massive salvo of knives hit you quickly, your entire left side being scratched, punctured, or sliced open by them.
At that point, you had it with these games. You jumped from room to room with your powers and found them soon enough. With your magic around her neck, you imprisoned her; Before you could finish her little game by killing her stolen body, someone or something pulled her back and cut off the magic holding Allison in place. You were confronted with a being that had once been human, mummified, but it was still obvious.
You were the only person who could fight the Nogitsune. In your opinion, Stiles was always useless, but you have to give him one thing: he was an intelligent guy and the only one who could outwit a dark being like this. Without him, only you and your brute strength could be an enemy to him.
Meanwhile, the others tried to capture Allison despite her being faster, smarter than ever, and most horrifically deadlier.
"I swear by all the dead gods, if Scott had ever been responsible enough to kill his damn enemies, none of this bullshit would ever have happened!"
With renewed anger, even hatred, seething so deep in your soul that something strange happened, something painful.
Your magical core, which many people call 'soul' exploded, not in a destructive but an opening way as if nature had accepted your requests and could finally see the value in your existence.
Even the dark being, fueled by hatred, fear, and anger, suddenly became afraid. Your son's, just as you experienced something similar. Their eyes glow a purple hue, just like yours. But unlike you, their other side - they inherited from your ex-fiancé - has broken away from the many walls you built inside them.
For the first time in fifteen years of their lives, they transformed. The boys knew they could have done that from birth because of their vast magical abilities. But as they did so, the walls around them crumbled with their enormous size.
At that moment, you pulled yourself out of your pain and helped your sons control their magic that could shatter the very fabric of existence. Although slightly smaller, they are still at least five times larger than a regular wolf. In unison, they howled loudly, startling the nogitsune even more and making it tremble with terrible fear. You gathered magic in a ball of violet energy and threatened the dark being that tried to flee but failed this time. As it slowly began to warp into the shadows, you blocked the shadow, isolating it from everything else. Shocked, the Nogitsune tried to escape, but the magic-like handcuffs pulled on all four of his limbs.
"What must I do to keep you away from the mortal realm?" you asked him, sighing heavily. You looked away from that for a second, mostly for dramatic effect, over to Dea. Strangely, he pointed to where the Nogitsune was. But when you looked back, he was gone again. "Are you fucking SERIOUS?" Your voice echoed loudly through the school hallways, alerting everyone that something was beyond wrong.
Pissed off, you were going to blow up the whole building. But out of nowhere, the younger of your twins pulled something out of a shadow. A leg. But only one leg, not the whole dark being, but at least part of it.
Frantically, the leg tried to get out of his sharp teeth, but your son held it tight and carried it over to you with a toothy doggy grin.
Instead of pulling it out, you put it in a purple magic prison. Separate it from his body. Immediately after that, it stopped moving but stayed there. Although it was no longer bound to his body, it still existed.
It wasn't long before your younger son was carrying Allison, also in his mouth, mauled by him. A gasp could be heard from the sidelines, a hurt, irritated one. "If you dare touch one of my sons, Scott, I will maim you in ways you can't even imagine!" You didn't even look at him, but your voice told him the threat was real and near. So he quickly withdrew.
Your son threw Allison to your feet; her body was bleeding badly. "Finally, I can do what was supposed to happen!" Without guilt, you formed a sharp weapon in your hand and raised your arm to strike. As the blade swung through the air, but you had to stop as Scott jumped in front of his ex-girlfriend. You weren't shocked at all. He built everything around her, and she is with him now. Jumping from girl to girl, even dating his former best friend's ex-girlfriend, like a cliché player in romantic high school movies.
Instead of killing her, you sliced him with the blade. He cried out in agony as his skin began to burn slightly. “It won't heal, Scott. Any cut I give you with this blade that might heal will leave permanent scars.”
But he didn't seem to care because he stood there, teeth clenched. So you slashed him again and again... and again. You soon found yourself enjoying causing pain to this narcissistic little boy who never grew up.
"My love!" His deep voice finally snapped you out of your crimson thoughts of revenge. Dea's hand on your shoulder, his eyes looking at you with concern.
A slightly embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. You averted your eyes far from him. But he pulled you into his arms. As you began to sob softly, your two sons came to your side and wrapped Dea and you in their united arms. Warmth, a happy and hopeful warmth, welled up in your broken heart.
When all eyes were on your little family, even the pain and jealousy of your first love, no one heard the bloody gasp at your side. Not even you until you felt something drip down your arm. Looking slightly down, there was a red substance. As your eyes looked around some more, you found the origin.
Scott sat up, his mouth bloody and a blade sticking out of his body, piercing his heart. "The mage is right. You really should have killed me when you had the chance!" An ominous chuckle followed those words.
Your eyes widened in shock as they flew toward the magical prison. Only one leg remained from the bandaged leg: a female leg. As your eyes darted back to Allison, you could see her skin slowly peeling off, revealing the Nogitsune.
When you tried to hit it with your magic sword, it disappeared. Leaving its blade pierced in Scott's chest. But you didn't give a damn; his alpha status should never have happened anyway. Maybe now someone more worthy could be elevated to this status.
At that moment, there was something more urgent. Telepathically, you told your sons to look for the real Allison. It didn't take long for them to find her: hiding behind some desks. But they just howled, which meant they couldn't carry her, so you walked past the dying Scott into the classroom and closed the door.
Soon you came out again, not a hair out of place. “Our work is done here. Lydia, Jackson, and even Ethan, you know where to find us. I'd be happy to host you whenever you want. Maybe next Christmas?” Ignoring Scott, who made his death so melodramatic.
Before you could leave, however, Derek pulled you aside. "Why didn't you ever tell me I had children?"
"Why didn't you ever tell me you cheated?" I stared at him for an answer. "Of course, no answer. Due to my short death, I had to put more magical energy into them. Their bodies became too weak to sustain the immense magical pressure. I had to kill one of the three gods of time to force their bodies to age to keep them alive. I suffered great pains to give birth and keep them alive. Now they look like eighteen-year-old men but are actually only fifteen. I'll keep them sealed for another three years, then if they want to have contact with you, they can. But I won't."
"Neither will we." your two boys said in unison as they look at their father in disgust.
It brought a smile to your face. As you teleported back up with your sons, you looked at Derek one last time. "I wanted to tell you the day I died. At least the blade cutting me down showed me the real you. I hope you never find love again and die despised by most.”
Before that day, you never told your sons what happened, only that something happened that forced you to get away from their father. You always wanted them to form their own picture of their father.
He tried to grab you, but luckily you got away just in time. Derek stayed there, his hand grasping air.
"Three more years... I have to train more people to be able to retire by then and finally marry this man!" Death himself murmured softly. It immediately caught Derek's attention. "Oh, I am sorry. The man you cheated on and I've been with for several years. I fell in love with him when he won against me: the first time anyone's won, for that matter. At least I'd never betray him.” The smug grin on Death's ice-cold face had been enough to make Derek wince in fear.
Unfortunately, you didn't witness his fear of your one true love: a man, an otherworldly being just like you. But no matter how much you despise Derek, you will forever be grateful for your relationship with him for giving you your two beautiful boys.
However, for now, you will most likely have to cuddle them to make the day's horrible events go away.
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reader that didn’t have a lot of emotions before she turned (to whatever you want) but now the bite made her feel things she never felt so she just asks everyone “why is my heart tingling 😠” HAHA
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words || 𝟙.𝟟𝕜
summary || in which the reader feels - maybe a bit too much
a/n || yo anon i love this request, and i'm sorry i haven't gotten to it in a hot minute. not gonna lie, i did make this a bit more romance-y and a bit more stiles-y than originally intended because: surprise! i'm a whore!
➵ alright the rest of the requests will be out within the next two weeks so stay tuned!
➵ next non-request fic is one i'm so excited for: a bucky fic inspired by a halsey song and a buzzfeed unsolved episode. if anyone can guess it, i will dedicate the whole fic to you hahaha
➵ me to myself while writing this: you didn't expand on the romance enough
➵ also myself to me: whore it is two in the morning go to bed
warnings || fluff, i suppose
➵ a wee bit raunchy, esp. near the end, but deffo not smutty so that is why i am not putting an 18+ warning
➵ if you still think you will be uncomfortable/are not suited for that type of content: hey! come back later or check out my other fics!
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it’d been weeks since they’d had an occurrence. while everyone else was happy to finally focus of school, work, or each other - stiles seemed like he was gasping for another wild, supernatural goose chase. 
y/n could see it in his eyes, everytime he overheard one of his father’s radio transmissions, and the light in his eyes fades when he has to hear about a regular violent assualt, as opposed to one where a ‘strange, furry, four-legged creature’ was the perpetrator. similarly, stiles had been careful to monitor his best friend’s - he’d never admit it to scott - condition over the coming weeks.
she’d been bitten no more than a mere week and a half ago, and she’d taken it surprisingly well. he knew he shouldn’t, but stiles couldn’t help comparing her reaction to scott’s - during a time that seemed so long ago now. he’d noticed both the big things - the noticeable flinches and disgust at the school bell or when a loud motorcycle revved along the road. he’d abused the fact that her hearing was uber-sensitive; scott had been trying to wean stiles away from the sheer invasion of privacy the power granted. but stiles wasn’t having it, happy that y/n shared in his somewhat-immoral curiosity. he also noticed the small things: the twitching of her eyes when listening out for small noises during their otherwise quiet study sessions. the cold weather of the growing winter meant she would wear gloves often, but he’d seen the small, crescent-shaped scars littered on her palms. 
he didn’t know if he could attribute it to the bite, but he also seemed to notice that she was much more emotive than usual. before it, shows of insecurity or joy were both scant; a tear being shed was almost unheard of. because of it, stiles was almost bombarded by the sheer giddyness and depression that seemed to follow her around for the past few days. she laughed more - it was akin to a cackle now, but stiles thought it was cute - and it had done wonders to stiles’ self-esteem, happy that at least someone was appreciating his jokes. and he could have sworn that, as lydia convinced the lot of them to go to the movies, tears had dripped on to his sweater - the one she’d been leaning her head against - as one of the main characters in the film died a rather upsetting death. and he could have also sworn he hear her quiet sniffles as he drove her home. 
he was at a stalemate - unsure as to how to approach her about it. would it be insensitive? was he in the right to say anything? was anything even actually different going on? he was pondering the questions as he walked out of class - and walked into someone. shaking his head in shock, he’s happy to see scott.
“hey, man. you doing okay?” scott must’ve noticed his penseive state, and stiles was quick to brush him off.
“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” they walked to their lockers in silence, before stiles realizes that the answer to all of his questions in standing right in front of him, “hey, scott?”
“hmm?” 
“uh - when you first turned, did you - well, was there any difference in your emotions?” he stumbles the question out, somewhat unsure of exactly how to phrase it. scott looks confused, implying stiles probably hadn’t done a good enough job.
“emotions? uh, you remember that i’d get angry and that would lead to me changing, but-”
“no, no, not like that. i meant - were you more, like, expressive? did you just feel happier or sadder or whatever?” scott pauses to think about it.
“uhm, i - i guess, i mean - yeah, i guess i was.” stiles wasn’t fully convinced by his answer, but thanked him anyways, bidding him goodbye before heading out. the only way he’d get an answer was by going to the source - y/n.
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he’d let himself into her place - the spare key in its familiar place in the potted plant by the patio. he had immediately noticed the silence on the lower floor - evidently, her parents weren’t home. however, he could hear light music from upstairs, so he hollered a greeting to her as he walked up the stairs.
she didn’t even glance up at him as he walked in, instead offering a quiet greeting as her eyes stayed trained on the work in front of her. she seemed… stressed. god, stiles had never even seen her stressed - how on earth does she consider him her best friend? realizing that now wasn’t the best time to bombard her with questions, he instead found a comfortable place on a cushioned chair by the wall, swinging his legs over the armrest as he pulled out his own textbook. 
there was silence between them for a moment, with just the soft melody of the song she had playing. 
“your book’s upside down, ya know?” she broke the silence by pointing at his book, still refusing to take her eyes off her paper. it was true, he really han’t been paying attention to his book - focusing instead on if she was okay. he was quick to correct it, muttering a small story, “you should be,” she responded in her usual humor, but her voice quivered a bit as she made the light-hearted joke. stiles didn’t know whether or not to press her, but decided that making sure she was okay outweighed the potential awkwardness of the following situation. he cleared his throat.
“y/n, are you okay?” he was looking at her in earnest, and he saw her eys flit up to hers, before quickly fixating back on her paper. even in the dim light of the room, he noticed that she wasn’t actually focusing on the text, instead sporting a gaze that was unfocused and distant.
“why-” she cleared her thoat, her voice-crack obvious, “why do you ask?” stiles gulped.
“i - i dunno, you just seem a bit stressed. you need help with something?” 
“no, of course not, it’s just this stupid lit paper and-” her voice broke off before she could continue, and stiles could see small drops glisten as they fall onto her lap. was she crying? he rushed to her side, quick to take the paper that had been causing her such misery away from her. 
“hey, hey - it’s okay, it’s okay - you’re fine - i…” stiles trailed off, unsure of what to say to his best friend - the person who never cried, the person who walked around with such a confidence that it almost came off as arrogant, the person who barely showed her emotions. he opted instead to wrap her in a hug, allowing her to shake against his shoulder.
he listened as her little gasps and hiccups dwindled down, and she slowly, begrudgingly, untangled from him. she was quick to wipe her wet face with her sleeve, and stiles waited patiently as she calmed down.
“i’m so - so sorry, that was so dramatic, i didn’t mean to spring that on you, i-” in an attempt to justify herself, she had begun rambling, but stiles was quick to reassure her.
“no - no, it wasn’t. you okay now?” she smiled - it was small, but it was there.
“yeah, much better.” she grows silent, and that small smile fades. she bites her lip, as if she’s unsure if she wants to say something or not. obviously deciding she should, she takes a final deep breath to calm herself, “it’s just - ever since the bite, i’ve been feeling like everything’s hitting me all at once. i mean, i got used to the lights, noises and smells, but - shit - i can’t deal with all this fucking stuff. i’m swinging from happy to sad so quickly, and over the dumbest things, and it just feels like my heart’s always tingling! and i can’t get it to stop and i hate it - god, i hate it so much.” stiles’ theory had been correct, but now he was wondering as to why exactly she hated it so much. she had started fiddling with her sleeve, her confession leaving her in a state of vulnerability.
“i - why exactly is that so bad?” he said it in an earnest tone, hoping not to come off as confrontational. she looks like she’s not going to answer him, and he’s about to gently press her further, when she exhales deeply, and throws her head back a little.
“you wanna know why it’s bad?” it’s rhetorical, but stiles nods nonetheless. instead of a verbal answer, she grabs his hand - bringing it slowly up to her chest. finally placing it on the dip between her breasts, he lets out a soft exhale at the rapid beating of it, “that’s why.” her voice isn’t above a whisper, and stiles’ mouth is dry as a bone, “i can’t even look at you anymore without my brain going into overdrive, and-” she laughs, a breathy laugh laced in uncertainty, “i don’t know if it’s one of those ‘primal urges’ or whatever but…”
“i-” stiles had regained his voice, and had dropped his hand in shock, “i - you-” instead of allowing him to continue an incoherent ramble, y/n inches closer, and starts closing the gap between the two. she could hear his heart, already beating inconsistently, somehow still manage to pick up the pace - as she lowered her lips to his. she can feel the sweetness of his breath.
“i need you stiles. god - i need you so bad it hurts.” she can see the small movement of a nod as she presses down on him, the meshing of their bodies perfect in an almost indescribable way. the heat from his body enhanced the inferno of emotions she could feel in her own, and every graze of his fingers over her hips, his hair on her forehead, and the press of his lips felt amplified to a unignorable extent. as much as she’d hated the sensitivity to everything over the past few days, she was relishing in every sensation provided by the man - her best friend - in front of her.
when they broke away, they were both a bit breathless. she had his head in her hands, and ran her fingers lightly through his hair.
“still worried about that lit paper?” she laughs, even at such a serious moment, she loved that he could still make a joke.
“should i be? i thought i’d have all night to work on it.” similarly, he laughs.
“not anymore.”
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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS — 1.07 TEEN WOLF — 3.14 requested by @stydinskl
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Masterlist ✨
fluff - 🤍 smut - 💜 angst - 🖤 neutral - 🩶
Matt Sturniolo
Fake Boyfriend 🤍
Good Girl 💜
Party Revelations 💜
Talk That Talk 💜
Sweet Nothings 💜🤍
Caught 💜
Divulgence 🤍
Doll 🤍
Concupiscence 💜
Say Thanks 💜
Take It Out 💜
Take The Risk 💜
Wind Down 💜
Mr. Wrinkleton 💜
What Are You Doing Step Sis? 💜
It’s You 💜🤍
Burden 🖤💜🤍 (coming soon-ish)
Chris Sturniolo
Baby 🤍
Mask On 💜
Help 💜
Step Daddy 🤍
In Love 💜🤍
Practice Pt. 1 💜
Practice Pt. 2 💜
Polaroid Pt. 1 💜
Polaroid Pt. 2 💜🤍
Quid Pro Quo 💜
Reminisce 💜
Trouble 💜
Admiration 🤍
Under The Influence 💜
Escapism 💜
Hellbent 🖤💜🤍
What Are You Doing Step Bro? 💜
Ruin Me 💜
Teach Me 💜
What Are We Doing Step Bro? 💜
Matt and Chris
Sharing Is Caring 💜
Eiffel Tower 💜
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bff! Matt 💜
bff! Chris 💜
bff! Matt In Love 🩶 Pt. 2
Series ⭑
1949 ⭑ Matt Sturniolo
I believe these are all of my finished works so far. I will be adding to this as I go. Feel free to send in more requests/questions, my ask box is always open.
-joss ✨
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Okay, but Stiles finally spoiling you with a date night after weeks of working himself to the bone on his current FBI case 😭❤️👏🏻 Maybe he gets a call in the middle of the date with someone trying to interrupt (unintentionally), but tonight is all about you?
no because this is so cute!! probably going to make a pt 2 :) also, Dylan O’Brien as Thomas?? omfg
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - FBI Agent! Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Fiancée! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.3K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - It’s been a long fucking week, and Stiles has finally caught a break to spend time with you… until he gets a call right in the middle about the case he’s working on, but tonight is about you and nothing is going to change that.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - totally made you a spoiled princess in this, Stiles loves you too much to say no || FBI office based off of the BAU from Criminal Minds and like a little crossover || cursing I think? ||
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“How’s the case coming along, Stilinski?” Agent Morrison asks, a sigh coming from Stiles’ mouth as he stares down at the stack of files on his desk.
He grins up at the man. “Absolutely delightful, Agent Morrison.”
“Oh yeah?” He laughs, looking down at his watch. “Gonna tell the missus you’re going to be home late?”
Stiles looks at the wedding band he didn’t stop playing with, sighing. “No, I’m going to go home early, actually. It’s date night.”
Agent Morrison laughs. “Date night! Date nights are good, don’t stop having those,” he looks down at his ring, sighing. “Makes the spark dim.”
Stiles sits there awkwardly for a minute. “Not too late to start them up again?”
Agent Morrison nods slightly. “You’re right. Well, your new partner is supposed to be coming in any minute, he was supposed to be here-”
“I’m here! I’m here!” A voice yells, quickly running in as they panted. “I’m here, I missed the bus.”
Stiles stares for a minute, jaw slack. “Dude, are you okay?”
“Yes! Yes I’m fine!” He walked forward. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I work with the BAU at Quantico, I’m here for Mieczyslaw-”
“Stiles,” the said man stands quickly, shaking his head. “Everyone calls me Stiles.”
Reid paused. “Stiles… Stiles Stilinski?”
“That’s what I said,” Agent Morrison stands, sighing. “Well, you both have fun. If you need anything, don’t call me.”
“We will call you as soon as we have a problem, Morrison!” Stiles yells as Morrison goes up the stairs.
“Don’t do that!”
“I’m positive I will, Morrison!”
“You do that, I’ll kill you!”
“Calling you right now sir!” Stiles smiles when he hears the door slam shut, another man stepping into the office. “That your bodyguard?”
Reid looks back and he shakes his head. “Oh no, that’s Morgan! Derek Morgan.”
Stiles hums, waiting for the other man to come to his substitute desk while he waits for everyone to clean his office.
The taller man walks over, a bright smile on his face. “You must be M-”
“Stiles!” Morrison yells out, opening his door. “Your offices are clean and Y/N is here!”
His brows furrow, it wasn’t that late was it? He opened the drawer with his phone, it was only 2:30 and he wasn’t supposed to get off until at least 5:00. “Uhm, I’m sorry, give me one second.”
When his phone rings again, he quickly answers it. “Hey honey-”
“I brought you lunch.”
He looks up, smiling when he sees you holding up a bag of food making him hang up, quickly excusing himself from his new partners. He jogs over to you, smiles wide as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head. “Hey.”
You giggled, handing him the bag. “Hey. Made some of your favorite, just thought I’d bring it by.”
He nods, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in for a soft kiss. “You’re fucking amazing, honey.”
“I know,” you laughed as you pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you later?”
He basically pouts. “You can’t stay a bit longer?”
You shake your head, softly brushing your hand against his cheek. “Last time I stayed we fucked in your office.”
He grins mischievously. “Well my office is almost clean-”
“Behave, Stiles!” Two voices say, both yours and Morrison’s whose door was now open.
“Yeah, okay!” He yelled back, looking down at you. “He won’t know.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I still have to get back home and finish making our food for tonight.”
He really does pout this time. “You’re no fun.”
You hum. “I’ll remember that, Stilinski.” He groans dramatically before you press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you. See you later.”
He nods, smiling. “I love you too.”
It doesn’t take long for Stiles to get off, giving his number to his new partners before making his way home where you already made dinner, and for fucks sake it was delicious.
You both settled on the couch, a movie you both really weren’t paying attention to as you sat on Stiles’ lap, his hands on your hips as you leaned back into him.
He laughs as he holds your chin, pulling you back just enough for a soft kiss. “You know, I was thinking-”
“Oh well that doesn’t sound good,” you teased, making him roll his eyes playfully. “What about?”
He shrugs, leaning into the crook of your neck. “Just… you know, I get my bonus soon.”
“Right,” you say, looking back just enough to look at his eyes. “What’s up?”
“We should take a trip, or something,” he says, shrugging. “I have some paid time off, you work for yourself… what do you think?”
You smiled widely, nodding. “I think that sounds fucking amazing.”
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips again. “Perfect. And how’s our wedding coming along?”
Stiles left you in charge of pretty much everything, all he was doing was paying for it.
“Oh, good! I’m going dress shopping soon,” you say with a wide smile. “I’m super excited. Have a feeling this one will be great.”
You both had been engaged for a while, but you both wanted everything to be perfect before actually tying the knot, and Stiles wasn’t going to let you walk down the aisle in a dress you didn’t love.
He smiled, his hands sneaking around your waist as he kissed the back of your neck. “I know it will be, love. You liked that dress we saw in Mexico, right? You want to go dress shopping there?”
You gasp, quickly turning around in his lap. “You’d do that?”
He laughs. “Well, of course I will. But we need to bring an extra suitcase to make sure it fits.”
You pull him in for a firm kiss, humming. “You’re fucking amazing.”
He smiles before his phone starts to ring, pulling you closer before you finally pull away. “What if it’s important?”
He shook his head, pulling you back down. “Nothings more important than you.”
He pulled you back down for another kiss, your hands pushing into the back of his shirt before his phone continued to ring. You pulled away, sighing as you grabbed his phone and handed it to him. “Don't worry, I’ll be okay for the five minutes it takes you to talk to them.”
He rolled his eyes playfully. “What if I’m not?”
You answer the phone, making him straighten. “This is Stilinski.”
“Hi Agent Stilinski, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we met today, I’m your new partner along with Derek Morgan, but he isn’t here right now…” Reid continues to mutter, making Stiles raise a brow.
“Dr. Reid, is there a… point to this call?”
“Oh, yes! Sorry, I was wondering if you were busy right now? I found something big.”
He looks at you, your slightly sad smile as you pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “We can finish the movie later.”
“Y/N, honey-” he sighs as you go into the kitchen, rubbing the center of his forehead. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, do you mind if we talk about it tomorrow? I’m with my fiancée right now.”
Reid exclaims. “Oh, right! Sorry, talk to you tomorrow bye!” Reid hangs up quickly, Stiles smiling as he goes into the kitchen.
He comes behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and kissing against your temple. “Moved plans to tomorrow. We got all night, honey.”
You giggled, turning around. “I already looked at tickets to Mexico. What week are we thinking?”
“Any week you want, darling. This week is all about you.”
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A little 'thank you' art for @ijusthavealotofsterekfeelings !! <3 Thanks again for helping me out!!!! I really appreciate you!! 😭❤️
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Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale
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does it work if I send you a prompt and you choose who it best suits??
“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there.  ”  
COMFORT [ stiles x fem!reader ]
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desc. STILES ADMITS HIS FEELINGS ON A CHILLY NIGHT AFTER COMING HOME DRUNK TO HIS BESTFRIEND
has : tw: emetophobia (gagging and hurling), some angst, major fluff, stiles being the cutest babygirl ever,
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it was a cold december night, specifically christmas eve. you and your best friend stiles were about hanging out because sheriff stilinski was at work, and your parents were on vacation. the plan was to have a star wars marathon, accompanied with some popcorn and candy.
the blankets were all set out as you waited for stiles to arrive. you heard a loud knock on your door, it was 30 minutes earlier than his planned arrival. you headed off the couch and made your way to the front of the house. as soon as your hand grabbed the knob, the door flung open.
in came a drunk and stumbling brown haired boy. stiles was known for being a light weight, but this has never happened. “stiles, what the hell. are you drunk?”, you yelled. he looked up at you before running through the house. he took a lap around it and then came back to you. “sseee i’m- i’m not drunkkk”, he slurred.
he laughed and gave you a big hug. you sighed in exasperation as he clung to you. his hands found their way to your lower back. for a quick second you felt butterflies, but instantly brushed them away as you began to hear stiles gagging. it must’ve been the alcohol, so he rushed to your bathroom in a flash.
he almost knocked you over while running, but soon made it to the toilet. you heard hurling and gasping for air. you stifled a chuckle as you made your way over to him. by the time you walked there, he was almost all the way passed out onto the floor. his position was so funny that you had to take out your phone for a picture.
the camera clicked as the flash went on, and awakened him from his slumber. “heyy, i do not consent to that”, he giggled while pushing himself up to a sitting position. you headed over the shoes on the ground, and sat on the edge of your tub. stiles back was pressed up against the wall, as he stared into your eyes.
you couldn’t tell if he was zoning out, or just making heavy eye-contact. he mumbled something, but you couldn’t make out what exactly it was. “what did you say stiles?”, you laughed. he put his head down and mumbled again. you brushed it off as it may have not been that serious. stiles on the other hand continued to repeat himself.
“y/n, you’re always there”, he said. your eyes widened as he made that statement. you went to talk, but he interrupted you. “i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there.” tears swelled up in his eyes, and his voice cracked at the last word. “what made you think that stiles?”, you whispered.
you and stiles have been best-friends, and never more. lydia was the one in his life that he has had a crush on for years. you have always had that one thought in your mind thinking more of him, but never expected anything to happen.
stiles lifted up his head and stared into your eyes. “i- i don’t know, i’ve just felt like i needed to say that”, he spoke sappily. you couldn’t tell if it was drunk stiles making moves, or sobered up stiles. “i don’t know if i can handle this right now stiles”. you got off the bathtub only to be grasped down onto stiles lap.
“please don’t leave,” he said while whispering in your ear. your stomach began to make knots. ‘don’t do this right now’, you thought. you tilted your neck up to look at him. he suddenly leaned in and placed his lips upon yours. they still tasted like alcohol. he used his hand to run his fingers through your hair.
you kissed him back passionately and slowly. his hands lowered from your hair to you waist. you slowly pulled back and lifted yourself up. “i’m gonna go get some towels, and water”, you spoke. he nodded in reply. you quickly ran out of the bathroom and to your closet. you grabbed a bright red towel, and got some water out of the kitchen.
heading back to the bathroom, you heard some noises. they sounded almost like groaning, but you couldn’t make it out exactly. you stopped in the doorway to find a sat up stiles, sleeping. his mouth was slightly open, and he was snoring soundly. you placed the towel and water upon the sink, and went to sit next to him.
you lowered your body from the air to the wall. once you hit the floor, stiles head fell upon your shoulder. you heard his little gasps for breath through his snoring. he laid there in silence as you slowly closed your eyes. you quickly felt very tired, and put your head on top of stiles. you drifted to sleep as stiles snores soothed you.
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freedomfireflies · 1 year
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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭
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“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”
You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”
“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”
You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”
To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”
“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”
His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”
“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”
He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”
You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed. 
He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”
Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”
His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.
“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”
“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”
“Yes, Princess?” 
You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”
Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”
“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”
“Stiles—”
“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”
“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”
“Words, Princess.”
But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.
Which…to be fair, it probably was.
“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”
You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.
“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”
You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”
“He can wait.”
You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”
“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.” 
“Stiles—”
“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”
Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.
And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.
He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns. 
“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”
Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—
“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”
He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor. 
And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.
And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.
He makes you better, too.
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statticscribbles · 1 year
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Mashup numbers: 32 and 92 with Stiles Stilinski/Reader
32. Pregnancy Fic  and 92. Kink
“A what?” You blink at Stiles who runs his hand through his hair.
“It’s like a kink thing...”
“Like a kink thing or is a kink thing?”
“Is a kink thing.” Stiles mumbles, his face is bright pink.
“This won’t like actually end in anything right?”
“Oh no; yeah, no we’ll be safe; like actually it’s just playing pretend; just pretend..Sorry it’s a weird uh thing; leftover from, the like pack issue...” You can see the disappointment in his eyes and you make a mental note to tally up how long it would take your body to reset itself after stopping your birth control. You didn’t think the nogitsune’s possession of Stiles has any effects but apparently there was a lingering piece of the fox in him.
“Okay how about we schedule it; so we can really, uh play it up like you say...” Stiles beams at you and spins you around in a kiss.
You’ve been sick for a week; you know why. You also know that Stiles will take twice as long to connect the dots which is what you’d planned; you wanted to tell Scott and Derek first; try to figure out if the pack would be okay with it; if there would be any issues considering the lingering effects of the nogitsune; not just on Stiles but on the whole of Beacon Hills.
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fujiyolkart · 2 months
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I heard you wanted sterek art prompts!! Can we see some lingering, longing touches/looks? :’)
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uselesssomebody · 2 years
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teen wolf characters meeting like an 13 year old that got bit by accident and they have anger issues and the bit makes them worse and they get mad at everything and everyone for even just breathing to loud cuz 🥰😍😍🥰trauma😍😍🥰🥰🥰
/ English isn’t my first language sorry if don’t make sense :) /
complete masterlist | teen wolf masterlist
words || 𝟙.𝟝𝕜
summary || in which the pack finds a scared newly-turned werewolf
a/n || thanks so much for the request anon! don't worry, your english is pretty much perfect. i don't think the fic follows the request perfectly, but i tried my best. if you want a continuation/expansion, lemme know!
warnings || angst ➵ it's a lil vague oops so sorry ➵ there is no explicit mention of a 'reader' so this can be read as a self-insert or as my oc ➵ regardless, as mentioned by the prompt, the oc/self-insert is a minor ➵ reader/oc is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). please go easy on me, i know some bits may get a bit confusing
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“what are we looking for again?” the inquisitive freshman had asked the same question less than 5 minutes ago, and his persistence was starting to get on stiles’ nerves.
“shut up.” his answer was curt, dismissive, as he focused instead on the tumultuous terrain in front of him. the younger boy scoffed.
“how do i know what i’m looking for if you don’t tell me?”
“you’re not looking for anything.” liam’s eyebrows furrowed, his pace faltering for a second before he quickly fell back in step with stiles and scott.
“what- then what am i doing here?” he looked to scott for some reassurance, but the alpha was fixated on the near-pitch-black in front of him. instead, liam got his answer, once again, from stiles.
“you’re manpower. look, kid-”
“i’m only a couple years younger than you!” stiles rolled his eyes, exhaling slowly.
“anyways. look, the last time we heard these reports of a wolf-like thing running around beacon hills, derek had turned three random people into werewolves. we need to check it out, and scott might need help.” liam paused.
“then why are you here?” stiles looked at liam with a shocked expression, a small laugh leaving his lips.
“jesus, scott. you sure know how to pick ‘em. i’m here to grace you with my lovely presence.”
“really.”
“no! it’s ‘cause i have my dad on speed dial.”
the three continued trekking, as liam slowed his incessant questions. they’d been searching for coming up to an hour now - this was not how he expected his thursday night to go. he was supposed to be studying for an algebra test with mason - a class he was on the verge of failing. well, he says studying, but knowing the duo, him and mason would have stayed up playing halo or something anyways.
nevertheless, when scott - his alpha, oh, he still couldn’t believe it - had called him for help with something, he expected it to be a bit more exciting. he also expected it to contain a lot less stiles - the high school junior just seemed to have it out for him.
he was broken away from his wallowing when his ears picked up the sound of a low breath and a twig snapping. immediately whipping his head in the direction, he stilled all movement. scott stopped as well, noticing him, while it took the oblivious stiles a few more seconds to process the situation.
liam turned to scott. the alpha cocked his head to the left, and liam nodded. immediately, the two sprinted in opposite directions. scott’s ears could pick up distinct sounds of leaves rustling and twigs snapping as the other person - werewolf, he’d guessed by now - was attempting to run away from him. just as the cloudy shape of them came into view, he saw liam bound in from their left, pouncing on them and sending the two of them tumbling amongst the roots. scott was quick to reach them, immediately prying liam away from the creature.
in a midst of shallow breaths, whimpers and groans, the hair along the werewolf’s face was slowly receding, their eyes widening, the bright gold shine of their eyes dimming in the dark night. they lay flat on the ground, no obvious injuries to them, their hair and back quickly becoming caked with the dirt of the ground.
scott looked at them intensely, waiting for any sort of adverse reaction that they might face. none came, and scott was quick to realize the youth of the person in front of them. hell, they couldn’t have been older than liam - they might’ve even been younger. instilled with a sudden sense of urgency, scott was quick to scoop them up in his arms, urging liam to help them to stiles’ jeep.
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after a few short phone calls, the trio - accompanied by the mysterious fourth person - parked in front of lydia’s house. the redhead had been eager to help, and, considering her parents were both out of town for a few weeks, her house was the safest place for them to go. scott slowly, carefully, trudged up the patio steps. the body in his arms was limp and, had it not been for the faint rise and fall of their chest, he would have been more concerned. lydia greeted them at the door, ushering them inside and to her living room couch.
stiles quickly spotted a groggy malia and an - unusually - silent kira. he turned to lydia as liam helped scott.
“did you broadcast the news to everyone?” lydia, well aware of stiles’ sarcastic antics, simply rolled her eyes.
“yeah, as if you wouldn’t stab us in our sleep if we didn’t mention something this big to you.” they both snapped their heads, as everyone else did, to the figure on the couch, as a loud groan started rumbling from them. to the shock of, well, nearly everyone, it was liam that was the first to their side. he was the first to place a reassuring hand to theirs, albeit, one that was quickly shrugged off. he recoiled a bit, in shock more than anything, as the person’s eyes widened, a large, gasping breath expanding their chest.
“stiles?”
“scott?” the two shouted for each other, the frantic confusion in their eyes spurring the two to surge forward and restrain the person. after a few moments, they managed to subdue them enough for them to calm down.
“i-” they pause, eyes glancing all over the room, “where am i?” the question was breathy, asked under a wave of shallow - obviously scared - breaths. scott gulped, unsure of how to answer that question.
“you’re, well you’re somewhere safe.” thankfully, stiles answered for him. their eyes still trailed over the new faces, unsure of what to make of the two brunets in front of them.
“but - where am i?” the two paused, before a small voice piped up from behind them.
“what do you remember?” although liam’s voice was quiet, it got the person thinking. they were silent for a few seconds, their eyebrows furrowed as they attempted to recall.
“i - um, last i remember was getting a ride off the 295.”
“do you remember from where?”
“oh, yeah. uhm, i think it was around a mile away from - uh - the school?” stiles and scott looked at each other.
“you got a ride from near beacon hills high school?” their eyes widened, and they spluttered for a second.
“beacon hills? what? i was talking about lakeshore high school-”
“lakeshore?” stiles’ proclamation surprised the rest of the group.
“what? where’s lakeshore?” malia’s question, the first one of the night, parroted everyone else’s thoughts.
“it’s near the edge of the county, about 50 miles away. my dad’s got some friends in the p.d. up there.” the answer just produced more questions.
in a flurry, everyone spoke at once. caught up in their own confusions, no one noticed the slow grinding of teeth from the individual on the couch, the harsh squeezing of their eyes, the rapid clasping of their hands over their ears. it did nothing, though, the noises and voices just becoming louder and louder and louder and louder-
“stop it.” it was only a weak mutter, but, upon realizing it wasn’t doing anything, they repeated themselves with a shout.
it was followed by a stunned silence. in the fluorescent lights of the room, liam could see the low shine of tears on their cheeks. scott had also noticed, kicking himself for allowing the situation to trigger this.
“shut up, shut up, shut up!” a mixture of a scream and a sob came again from them, and the pack looked at each other in worry. the only noise was the sharp intake of kira’s breath. the measly noise was loud enough to the new werewolf that it caused them to keel over, falling to their knees in a fit of hoarse cries and jumpy sobs. now, in total shock, the pack worried that the slightest movement would trigger an adverse reaction.
they waited with bated breath - or, rather, no breath - as the young addition came down from their panic. their cries turned into deep, hiccup-y breaths as they attempted to regain their composure.
“are you okay?” scott tries, in nothing above the slightest whisper. taking another deep breath, the person nods.
“it’s - it’s too much. god, ever since friday, i just can’t stop hearing, smelling, seeing.” they gulped, “i - it’s painful.” scott nodded in understanding. he’d always remembered the first time he’d heard coach finstock’s whistle go off after his bite – the earsplitting noise still sometimes ringing in his ears as he tried to sleep.
“hey, if you let us help you, i can teach you to control it.” his words were soft, tentative. they looked up at him with glassy eyes. nonetheless, they held a hope, a hope that he knew they worried would become misguided.
“i - i was like you before. he helped me.” liam stepped forward, besides stiles. he hoped the similarity in age between himself and them would allow for some subconscious trust. he also knew scott was really the only person who could help this poor person out.
there were a few moments of silence, before they blew out an exhale through gritted teeth.
“alright.”
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