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Balloons - Stiles Stilinski x reader

Sorry I haven't posted here in a while, I haven't had many ideas and I haven't really been able to access this account, I got a new phone a few months ago and I haven't been able to log in on that app... Anyway, whilst I'm thinking of ideas for my other teen wolf fic, I thought I could do a Stiles x reader miniseries! It is also a crossover with Five Nights at Freddy's, it came to me when I was listening to some of the classic fnaf music! Anyway, enjoy! _______________________________

Flashback~

"Stiles slow down!" I called, giggling as my best friend did slow down for me to catch up to him. He let out a light chuckle as I shortened my strides and stopped next to him, Stiles gave me a devious smile before he gently pushed me into the grass of the meadow and began tickling my stomach. I began to laugh and laugh, swiping at Stiles' hands and kicking at his legs, I heard our dads each chuckling at their children playing.

Stiles was only a year older than me, he would always tell me how great it was to be seven, well soon I'd know what that was like too! My parents and I are going to New York for a few weeks during the school break for my birthday, I was finally turning seven and Stiles wouldn't be able to lord it over me anymore! But I was going to miss him, even though it was just three weeks, me and Stiles have been together almost everyday since we were babies! He was my best friend, I didn't want to be without him for so long.

"Sweetheart," My dad said from his place on the bench with Mr Stilinski, "We have to leave now." His face grew a bit sadder, as did Stiles'. "No!" Startled, I turned to look at Stiles, he never shouted, especially near me, "It hasn't been long enough yet!" His shout had morphed into a whine, making me grin, "If she leaves now, I might not remember what she looks like for when she comes back..." He murmured, looking down with a fake look of disappointment on his face, I knew all of his looks, this one wasn't one of them!

I knew he was just trying to use his puppy dog eyes to get my dad to let up for a while, but I also knew it wasn't going to work. I smiled up at my dad, my puppy dog eyes usually worked, he flinched and looked away, I jumped up and moved to his direct vision, pouting my lower lip and letting it flutter slightly. "(y/n)." Dad's voice was stern, it was no good. "We have to go, or we'll miss our plane." He told me.

I began tearing up but it wasn't fake anymore. Turning, I buried my face in Stiles' shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders, his own encircling my waist, leaving his warm hands resting on my back. "I'm gonna miss you," He whispered in my ear, I could hear his voice break at the end of the sentence. I squeezed his shoulders, "I'll miss you too, but I'm not going for long, then we can play together again!" I assured him.

Stiles hugged me tighter, clearly not wanting to let go, catching the attention of Mr Stilinski. "Alright Stiles, that's enough, they gotta go," I could hear he was trying to be as soothing as he could be, as he pulled Stiles away from me, his son struggling. "No, if I don't let go then they have to take me too!" He cried, making me begin to cry.

I cried from the meadow all the way to New York, silently whimpering with my head against the window of the plane. My parents looked at me with pity, holding me close to them. "It'll only be for a few weeks, then we'll be home." My mom whispered to me, holding me close.

Unfortunately we weren't there for three weeks, we were barely there for three days when something happened...

3rd Person pov

Nobody saw when the (l/n)'s came home in the middle of the night, two weeks earlier than they were meant to. What's worse, is that they seemed to return a person short. Mr and Mrs (l/n) stayed in their home for over a month, no one could get them to come out of the house, they had locked the doors, barred the windows and spent their days in their child's bedroom, crying into her pillow. The pillow she was never going to use again.

Sheriff Stilinski was sat at his desk, his hand rubbing his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose, worrying about his friends in the (l/n) house, worrying about his wife in the hospital and his son who was desperate to see his little love. That was what he and his wife had been calling (y/n) in their own little conversations, they could see before either of them, the love they held for each other and it certainly wasn't a childish crush.

Looking up from stretching out his neck, he locked eyes on the photo of the two children, taken the day after his wife was admitted into hospital. It was a bittersweet image, Stiles' eyes were red from crying but his cheeks were pink from the little girl sitting next to him. An arm around his shoulder holding him close. A tiny pair of lips kissing his cheek. 'Anything to make you feel better.' She had said. The Sheriff gave a small smile, he loved seeing his family happy and she made him ecstatic.

Noah Stilinski's thoughts were broken by the sound of the phone on his desk. Sighing at the time, he picked up the phone, "Sheriff." He answered. The voice on the other line wasn't recognisable to the man, this wasn't abnormal, he'd been conversing with doctors and lawyers for years but this was different.

"Sorry for the late call, but am I speaking with the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, Sheriff Stilinski?" The man on the other end asked.

"Yes, can I help you?" Sheriff asked, already worried enough.

"I'm part of a now closed investigation involving a few of your residents that returned home from New York recently."

'No.' The Sheriff thought to himself, 'Was this what had happened to the (l/n)'s before they got home?'

"Where do I fit in detective?" He had asked, already dreading the answer.

A sigh was heard from the detective before a response was given, "Almost a month ago, the (l/n) family came to New York for their daughter's birthday. They went to a local Pizzeria, part of a franchise. Unfortunately, (y/n) (l/n) didn't return with them."

The Sheriff paused, his heart beating erratically in his chest, "What happened!?" He asked desperately, before remembering he had to be professional, "What happened to their daughter?"

"Technically speaking, we don't know. The party thrown for her in the pizzeria, someone there murdered four children, laying their bodies out for us to see when we got there. We didn't find (y/n)'s, but we believe her to have been killed also."

Noah's heart stopped. Completely. Now he was terrified, for the family, yes. But also, because he would have to tell Stiles that his best friend, wasn't coming home.

"A suspect was caught and convicted, the other bodies being buried by their respective family's but the one piece of evidence we can't find is (y/n)'s body, without that, the killer could go free as he seemingly had no clue where it had gone."

"She. Not it." The Sheriff gritted, before thanking the detective for the information and hanging up the phone.

It was safe to say, Stiles didn't take the news well. Noah couldn't tell his son that his friend was at best missing and at worse, murdered. So he didn't, he just said that she wasn't coming home. His heart broke as his son's did. The look in his eyes as they filled with tears, as a crack forced its way down the centre of his heart and stayed there. His best friend was gone.

First his mom was in hospital and now, he was never going to see (y/n) again. This was too much for a seven year old boy... Seven... That's how old (y/n) is... Was.

After a few days at home, Stiles went back to school, he stayed with Scott, almost attached at the hip. Sheriff Stilinski thought everything would be fine, just that he would be abnormally quiet. Far from fine.

Both Noah Stilinski and Melissa McCall got calls from the school, letting them know that their children had gotten into a fight with some of the other boys in their class. That the were provoked.

Stiles sat at the dining table in their home, staring at the wood and rubbing his hand against it so hard his father was scared there would be a hand-shaped hole in it by morning. "Stiles," His dad sighed, "You've never wanted to hurt anyone before. Why now?" He asked gently. His son was in a fragile state now, he didn't want to upset him any more than he already was.

Stiles began sniffling, looking down at the floor, hearing the pattering of his tears hitting the wood. "They were saying things." He cried, "About her. About (y/n)." He began sobbing, reaching for his father for comfort.

"What did they say buddy?" His dad asked, kneeling down to pull his son into his arms, holding him close.

"That she died." The Sheriff froze, for a bit too long. "Its not true, right? She's okay. Dad?" His son asked but Noah had tears blurring his vision. He couldn't breath but he calmed down and told his son the truth, the whole truth. It was violent and gruesome, but he needed to know what had happened to someone who was probably the most influential and important person in his life.

Stiles stayed at home for the next two weeks. He refused to leave the house, to eat, to shower, to do anything. He just stayed in his room and cried, agonising, pain-filled cries. When he finally left his room, he explored the house, finding anything (y/n) had left in their home. Spare clothes from sleepovers that he held to his cheeks and felt the softness of her clothing.

Toys that she had brought to show him, eyes full of excitement, trading cards, a magic eight ball, stuffed toys. Specifically a bear plushie. It still smelled like her. It felt like her. Everything besides that bear plush was stowed away in a shoebox that he kept in his closet. Sweet memories.

Present day~

Stiles woke up from a restless sleep, of course he always did this time of year. It had been nine years since she had died. He still thought of her every single day. He didn't stop thinking about her, about what she looked like, how she spoke, the way she would smile at him. How she would have done those things now. If it still would have made him feel the way he did.

Turning over in his bed, the sheets entangling him as he shifted. He was now lying on his side, staring at a worn out bear plush that he brought closer to his chest, burying his nose in it. He looked over at his closet, forcing himself from his bed and rifling through the clothes in the back of it, finding a shoebox, torn and frayed at the edges. He opened it, finding his sweet memories.

"I miss you (y/n)."

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I hope you guys liked this! I really enjoyed writing this! So I hope you liked it and would want to see more!

#stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #fanfiction #cute #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #graphic #death #murder #blood #romance

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jasmine2042003 · 3 years

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Genuinely one of the best ABO bnha stories I've read!

"OMEGA STOP PART 2"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, SFW

Word Count: 3500+

A/N: Part 2 is here everyone, I have left it open for a part 3. Let me know if you would like another part / want to be tagged in the future parts. I will open up a permanent tag list for all future things I release, so if that is something you would like to be on sending me a message and I will add you to it. Thank you all for all the love xx

Summary: After discovering her alphas have moved on without her, Omega y/n must face all of her friends without letting them know she is barely holding on inside. What will happen when everything comes crumbling around her.

Tags for “Omega Stop”: (Line crossed through means it wouldn't let me tag you) @da1chisjuicywatermelons @jasmine2042003 @jazzylove @amarakeen22 @amypop122

Link to Part 1 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657528248177229824/omega-stop

New Information:

- Quirk = Element bender she can control elements like, Electricity/fire/water… But favours electricity as back in UA she’d team up with Denki a lot.

- Bakugou Scent = Burnt Sugar and Cinnamon.

- Kirishima Scent = Oranges and Sandalwood.

*****

“Ack, Mina be careful it hurts” I wince as she dabs an alcohol wipe to my neck, clearing up the blood. She rolled her eyes at me, I can feel Sero’s presence in the room, but he did not speak. “We’ll I am not the one who pulled chunks of their neck out trying to prove a point.” She says back to me. Even though I ran from my Alphas, to breathe for one moment and not be suffocated by the guilt. Why did I think briefly seeing Bakugou that day made any difference of course he wouldn’t have noticed me there, Kirishima was hurt. It makes a lot more sense now as to why it was always Kirishima who reached out first. It was the rules, I could not make contact, only them. My inner omega was crying, was feeling rejection, and was drowning in the guilt, guilt of being in Europe, the guilt of being away from her alphas not caring for them, and the guilt of leaving Bakugou to deal with injured Kirishima alone. Mina has stopped tending to my neck and placed her hands on mine.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, tell me.” She forced me to look into her eyes, Sero joined us at the table. “Why did I have to leave? Why did I agree to those stupid rules? Why did I let Deku pull me from Kirishima’s room –“ I take another deep breathe and look up at her. “- actually why didn’t any of you question Bakugou, as to his anger at me, not to sound vain but I must have come up in conversation at some point” I ask looking at the both of them. This time Sero speaks, “Believe us y/n, he just wouldn’t listen. Not even to Kirishima, when was Deku came back from the airport he spoke to Kirishima who was actually quite proud of you, and then Bakugou wouldn’t listen about you being there saying we’re lying and-“ Mina cut Sero off, shuffling in her seat. “and every time after that when your name was mentioned or that hospital day was brought up or them being together again Bakugou would fight with us, I think in the end Kirishima gave up also and listened to Bakugou instead.” She wraps her arms around me, to try and comfort me. “Y/n your time in Europe working with that squad, was your calling, you helped some many people get those drugs off the streets not to mention helping all of us in the process, never question your time there because of those shitty Alphas okay?” She pulls back and looks into my eyes as a way to force me to listen to those words. My mind is whirling, and my omega is drowning in too many emotions to handle, but right now I have to swallow them and return to my friends.

“Yeah, Okay… maybe it's time to get changed, I’d hate to keep everyone waiting,” I say smiling at the two of them.

*****

I stare out the taxi window, as we arrive at the new location. Mina has really outdone herself with this place. As a gathering of the major pro hero’s attracts a lot of attention, the media is swarming outside. Mina sighs, “damn, I thought they wouldn’t notice.” Sero rolls his eyes at her as he takes her hand. “Oh yes, most of the top 10 ten hero’s in Japan meet on a night off, dressed in the glams, of course, the media won’t be curious.” I shake my head looking out the window again, a small gathering of fans can be seen holding posters of my friends.

Mina’s car door is opened for her by Sero, the crowd seems to get louder as she waves and laughs. She is a natural. Sero opens my door for me as well, I stand and straighten out my dress, it's one of Mina’s. It's also probably the only black one she owns; it has a halter neck hiding my mating marks and scars from ripping the patches off. No one can know at this moment what is happening, this night is not about them. It is about me and my achievements. Luckily the club will have many different scents inside, no one will be able to discover how I feel, only those really close to me. I look up to the flashing lights of the cameras and join Mina at her side letting Sero’s show us the way in. “No way, look is Pro Hero Electron” someone shouts from the crowd. “Holy shit LOOK” The fans in the crowd start to chant my name which brings a genuine smile to my face.

Mina giggles and pulls me with her to the door, “are you ready?” I pull her close, “as I’ll ever be”

*****

The thumping music in the club comes to a halt, Present Mic's voice is heard through his microphone, “Everyone, the person you’ve all been waiting for, give it up for Y/N!!!” Everyone’s gaze turns to the front of the club where we had just entered from. A round of cheers can be heard, with everyone holding their glass towards me. I laugh and smile seeing my past life in front of me.

“ME FIRST,” someone shouts from the crowd, a golden blur is all I can see before I am tackled, this time I am able to keep my balance. “Sparky my boy,” I say dramatically and hold him close. “Oi, Denki, don’t strangle the poor girl,” Shinso says pulling his omega back. I smile at him and pull him into a hug. Denki looks at me and squints his eyes at me; instantly I know he can tell something is wrong, but I shake my head quickly. This is not the time or place or talk about it. He quietly understands, “You go do your rounds, it's kind of packed in here and we’ll get you a drink,” he says to me squeezing my forearms in an attempt to comfort me. I nod and look around the room to see who to go to first. Looking towards the bar, I see Kirishima and Bakugou leaning their eyes tracked onto mine. Kirishima takes a step forward towards me but I look the other way and walk in the opposite direction. I can see them trying to reach me, but right now I don’t know what to feel. My omega is being too quiet, and I’m left alone to try and figure it out. As I walk in the opposite direction from my Alpha’s, I look for the closest person to talk to just for a quick distraction. Someone puts their hands over my eyes, “you know kid, I could’ve killed you by now” the voice says behind me. “I’m pretty sure, you could never hurt someone as sweet as me,” I say back and turn to look at the person. I am greeted by Fatgum’s huge smile and throw myself into his arms.

“Look at you miss bigshot; I could never be so proud of one of my children leaving the nest and joining the big scary world.” He says to me and pretends to wipe his eye. “Geez, Fat calm, I was with your agency for a month or two,” I reply. “Hey now, even though it was short, it still makes you a member of the Fatgum’s family th-“ Fat is cut off from the person to my right, “the greatest family in the world.” Instantly my hairs stand on end. I look up at Kirishima to see his big smile looking down at me. I look at fat and smile, walking away once again. I can feel both of their eyes on me but right now I need air, I need a minute to myself. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, as I walk through the crowd people all around at congratulating me with Europe, coming home, and my relationship starting again. It's all too much, the room is spinning I need to get out before I panic and let it pull me down. Someone grabs my elbow and pulled me through the exit door out the back. The sound of the crowd is barely a whisper out here, the person pulls me into a hug forcing my head into their neck. They release smoothing pheromones, burnt sugar, and cinnamon, their hand rubs the back of my head and they tell me to breathe. No, I can’t let him be close, I shove Bakugou away from me and stare at him.

“Omega please, let me try and fix this,” He asked trying to step towards me. I take a step back, the door behind me opens and instantly I know it's Kirishima. “Fix this? Really right now? In front of all our friends?” I say gesturing towards the building behind me. I sigh and look at Kirishima, “You want all our friends to know, that you abandoned me after everyone single one of them tried to get you to listen with proof I was there, you want all of our friends to know, the both of you moved on without me because you were too bloody stubborn, -“ I take a breathe again, as Kirishima joins Bakugou side. “- you want all of our friends to know, that in your eyes I’m a shitty omega that does not deserve anyone.” I can barely say the last part as it struck me deep inside, all those years of being alone hit me all at once. I’m drowning, and at this moment I don’t know if anyone can bring me back to the surface. Tears fill my eyes and both alphas stand in front of me. Bakugou takes a step forward, “No omega, Don’t sa-“ I look into his eyes, cutting him off. Right now, I don’t need these words they would do me no help. I hear my name over the speaker system and walk back towards the door. Bakugou takes another step towards me, I jerk away from his touch. “Don’t touch me, ever again-“ I turn and look at the both of them, “neither of you.” I walk towards to door, pulling it open, and leave the alphas in the street.

“There she is,” I hear a voice say when I re-enter the club. I see Midoriya walking towards me smiling, Todoroki walking closely behind him. “I imagine a huge congratulations are in order you guys,” I say looking at the both of them. Midoriya and Todoroki had recently announced their marriage to the public, although they’ve been married for two years now. They smile at each other, I can’t help but feel envious. They fit so well together; their relationship is solid, like mine used to be. I shake the thought from my head, “Once again I am sorry, I could not attend, silly alpha rules I had to follow.” Midoriya shakes his head and wraps his arms around me, “nope I won’t hear it no apologies, it’s actually I, that needs to thank you, you took down a smuggling ring that was trying to enter Japan about 3 years ago now.” Midoriya looks at Todoroki, he nobs back at his husband. I look at him unsure where this was going. “You saved Shoto’s life” I was shocked, how can that be. “I was captured by the buyer at the time and just as they were going to kill me the agents you send to take the whole thing down saved my life. Thank you” Shoto said and bowed to me. I smiled at both of them and we continued to talk about different things.

I noticed movement across the room, and see Mina waving me over. I excuse myself from the couple and make my way over to her. Bakugou and Kirishima had re-entered the club and took their original positions at the bar. Denki and Shinso stand near them talking but from the look on Bakugou’s face, I know he is not listening. To reach Mina at the DJ booth, I’ll have to cross their path again. I put on a fake smile and make my way.

Bakugou’s eyes tracked me from my position, I refuse to make eye contact. I see Denki look at me and smile. I walk towards him, ignoring the two alphas on my right but suddenly Bakugou grabs my wrist and pulls me slightly to him. “Omega pleas-“ he starts again. I struggle to keep my arm straight, keeping my eyes on Denki who’s smile had dropped. “Let. Me. Go” I growl at him, keeping a smile on my face. “Not until you let me speak” Bakugou stands his ground to me, not backing down. “Let go now, or else,” I whisper to him. “Or else what?” he replies with a cocky grin on his face as of to call my bluff. “This,” I say and let off a small electrical current through him, my emotions not being in check caused a bigger bolt that I had expected forcing all lights and music to die. Everyone stands in silence, Bakugou grips his hand in pain but not showing. The lights come back on and everyone’s sight is on us, I’m panicked. I don’t want anyone to know I am failing right now.

I look at Denki and Shinso pleading with them silently. Shinso notices the look on my face and smacks the back of Denki’s head, “GEEZ, Denki calm down.” He says louder so everyone will think it was him. “Sorry guys my bad, I had to sneeze.” He says rubbing the back of his head. Everyone seems to buy it and laughed at Denki’s reply.

“Ugh Okay Denki, maybe get some antihistamines into you, Y/n my dear get up here, speech,” Present Mic says to everyone. I leave the alphas, thanking Denki/Shinso when I walk by, and make my way to the DJ booth to put on a show that everyone wants to see. The brave young omega returning home to her strong alphas to live happily ever after. Everyone's eyes are on me but I feel Kirishimas and Bakugous the most.

*******A few Weeks Later******

After the welcome home party, I have not seen either alpha. Both have tried to speak to me, together and separately. I officially made my announcement to return to hero work in Japan, which the media loved the idea of, the headlines often read “The world’s most powerful trouple” but used pictures of us in UA days and we have no recent ones. Most of the articles had fake stories but they were building a narrative for the reader which I didn’t mind.

I have not returned to Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s house, I decided to buy all new clothes and got myself a new apartment. It's time to start fresh and possibly learn to be myself with them in the distance. I still can’t face them; I don’t know what to feel. Guilt, anger, sorrow and many more emotions have me drowning all the time. I know this is bad and I should listen to their side, but I can’t face them like this I’m too weak. They see me as a shitty omega, I don’t deserve to be with them, I left them, this is what I deserve to be alone. My omega barely makes herself known anymore; a few times perks up to make me build a nest, but I can’t.

I wrap myself tighter in the blanket on my couch, the tv in front of me is muted as it only makes me feel is anger, seeing perfect omegas with their perfect alphas. Mina and Denki have been over, even Midoriya but I don’t open the door I can’t. I can’t move, I should just slip away. I stare at the wall above my tv, trying to trick myself to fall asleep because everything is better when I am asleep. I gasped, pressing my hand to my stomach. Pain shoots through me, forcing me to sit up. “Please please please not now, anything but this,” I whisper to myself, tears forming in my eyes.

I came off my suppressants before returning to Japan, as I thought we could all start new, together again but I was wrong. I throw my head back, what am I going to do, I can’t do this alone. Another shot of pain rips through me. I try and breathe through it; I’ll have to do this alone because I am alone. The thought halts in my head, staying on the word alone, that’s right I am alone. I have no alpha, “shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega” my omega speaks to me, repeating the same words over and over again. She’s right, what’s the point of any of this anymore. I scream out through pain and sadness. Tears stream down my face, I’m alone. Another pain shoots through me again but I start to become numb to it. I stand to leave my couch, but I am unable to walk and fall straight to the ground.

“Y/n, hey are you in there,” A voice says from the door while knocking. I know it's Mina, but I am unable to call out to her. I drag myself a little but stop there’s nothing she can do. “Y/N OPEN THIS DOOT NOW, SOMETHINGS NOT RIGHT” she shouts but I can’t move. My vision blurs, I don’t know what of, tears maybe? But something seems comforting in the darkness.

***

Mina runs from y/n apartment, her friends needs help and there is only two people who can help her. She needs her alphas and right now Mina prayed that they were at home. Mina did not even bother with her car; she used her acid to slide all the way to their house and it was the quickest way.

She reaches their door and slabs her hand on the door over and over again calling them out. “Please open, please be here”. Finally, the door opens. Both alphas are at the door, “Mina, what’s going on?” Kirishima asks seeing the scared look on his friend’s face. Mina takes a huge gulp of air, pressing her hand to her chest. “Please, come quick, it’s y/n. I can’t get her to open her door, and I heard a huge falling noise and the smell, guys quickly I’m really scared” she pulls their arms, the tears falling from her eyes. Kirishima is crying, “Katsuki, we’re going to lose her,” he says. “We’re losing no one, you GOT THAT.” Bakugou grabs Kirishima and pulls both of them into the sky towards y/n apartment. He only has one thought, he must save y/n.

****

Shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega, plays over and over in my head. I can’t stop it, I listen to each word, each one hurts more than the next. Tears fall from my eyes, but I can’t move. “Shitty omega has no alphas, has no one, shitty omega can’t even survive a proper heat.” The darkness says and I listen, drowning under the weight of it. I lay on the floor, no moving. There’s distance hammering on my door but I can’t move to open it.

“OMEGA OPEN THIS DOOR” Bakugou shouts, “PLEASE Y/N OPEN UP, WE’RE HERE” Kirishima shouts also. I can hear them, but it feels like they are a million miles away. I huge blast splinters my door, pieces fall around, but I can’t feel them. Someone pulls me into their arms, but I flop against them, I’ve no strength left anymore. I’m on my back looking up, I can see Kirishima’s arms around me, tears fall from his eyes, Bakugou comes into view tears in his eyes, he holds my hand kissing it. I can barely feel them touch me, “shitty omega, shitty omega, shitty omega” I whisper to myself, as the darkness calls for me again. “No No, NOO omega stop, please,” Kirishima whispers, kissing my forehead. “shitty ome-“ I whisper again but is cut off by Bakugou, “NO NO you are not shitty omega, Alpha shitty, we’ve been bad alphas, please come back to us, please.” Bakugou grips my hand tighter, I start to smell their scents again, burnt sugar, cinnamon, orange, sandalwood but the darkness is more comforting. “Quick EIJIRO PICK HER UP, I’L-“ was the last thing I heard…

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jasmine2042003 · 3 years

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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ Pt 5

Hi! Its been a while huh? Sorry about that, I’ve been a bit busy. Anyway, here is part five, based on the episode ‘Abomination’ from season 2! I was also wondering how people would feel about me turning this into more of a Derek x reader, this chapter is more about Derek but I also want to write more about Stiles and Isaac in the future! Okay on with the chapter~

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A gasp was heard in the previously dead silent train depot, Derek’s head shot over to the previously passed out girl, Arae. (y/n) looked around at her surroundings, obviously confused by where she was and why she was unable to recall what had happened previously.

Derek was sitting across from the teen, having been watching over her whilst she was unconscious, (y/n) looked around the damp, dark area, shooting a questioning look to the Alpha werewolf sitting close by. “Where are the others?” She asked, referencing to the teen Betas the man had chosen to turn. Derek nodded towards the exit, “School,” He responded, reminding the girl that she had to be there also.

Sitting upright in bed as quick as she could, she tried leaving the cot Derek had tucked her into, suddenly realising she was wearing nothing but a large Henley shirt. Looking down at her body, she gave another confused gaze at Derek, who looked away, almost bashfully. “When you passed out, you weren’t... wearing anything,” He muttered, “I had to give you something.” She nodded and sat back in the cot, covering her lower half.

“To ease your nerves, I called in as your guardian, used some charm to get you the day off from school.” He told her, his normal stoicism returning. For some reason, the young Arae felt something burning in the pit of her stomach, hearing that he had ‘charmed’ some random girl. “I asked Isaac and Erica to take notes for you, in classes you share.” He finished. (y/n) nodded, both in acknowledgement and gratitude.

There was silence for a moment, allowing (y/n) to get a grasp on her surroundings and emotions, which were equally as blurry after leaving her Spirit Form. “So...” Derek began, stealing the teen’s attention once more. “How did this...” He gestured at her body, “Happen?” (y/n) looked sort of offended, leaving the man to quickly rephrase his question, “I meant the supernatural thing!” (y/n) looked down, clearing her dry throat before beginning. “I guess it’s sort of a long story.”

Flashback ~

(y/n) pov:

I smacked softly at the door of the mausoleum, I must have been doing so for hours by now, my hands were bloody and bruised from how long I had been pounding and scratching at the door. There was nothing more I could do. I turned and began looking around, my eyes having adjusted to the dark long ago. I no longer had any hope that dad would come back for me. “What did I do?” I whimpered, thinking about my family, “Why did they leave me?”

“Not everyone can live forever my darling,” I heard a soft voice from behind me, whipping my head around with a small squeak. I couldn’t see anything or anyone, I could only hear them, they seemed to be humming. A simple tune that I recognised as something my mother had sang to me, every night. “Mama?” I called timidly.

The voice gave an amused chuckle, “Hello (n/n),” She told me, I gasped and ran to where I heard the voice, tears streaming even more quickly down my face, looking desperately for my mother. “You won’t be able to see me, dear one, not yet anyway.” She whispered. I whined slightly, but the lullaby she was humming had hastened the exhaustion that was overcoming me.

I sat against the wall of the building, listening intently to the lullaby, “I’ll see you soon, my darling girl.” Mother whispered, sending me off to a peaceful slumber.

“I don’t remember much of what happened before I died, I remember the hunger, the thirst, the aching I felt because of them. Before I passed to the other side, I remember my mother warning me, telling me not to hold onto the past, I guess I didn’t listen. Right before I left, I thought of my parents, I felt anger. Towards my father for my murder and my mother for leaving me and letting him do it, even though she seemingly had no choice. Before I knew it, I was a monster.”

When I opened my eyes, the heat surrounding me seemed to have had no effect on my body and yet it was blistering. The body that used to be aching, in hunger, dehydration and emotional turmoil, now felt nothing. I looked around at the new environment, there was fire everywhere, weeping apparitions of all ages were the only life (or dead) I could see. The place I was now in was inherently terrifying, but I didn’t feel afraid, I felt like I belonged here.

“I was there for who knows how long, I seemed to grow as I should have been growing while I was alive, getting stronger with each year that passed. I had another Arae to watch over me, her name was Yarrow, she was sort of my boss, she told me what to do and when. But I knew I would never be happy knowing that I was securing everyone else’s revenge, but still feeling completely unsatisfied with my father’s livelihood.

“I knew I needed to finish what he had started, so I made a deal with Yarrow. Something you should know Derek, making a deal, with a spirit of the dead, is incredibly dangerous business, even if she was my own kind. We agreed that, as long as she had my allegiance, I would be allowed to return to the living and destroy my father.”

“You wished for conference with me (y/n).” The older Arae in front of me stood tall and proud, her wings were a brilliant crimson, seemingly made of flames, her eyes were the incredible cerulean of our species’ magic, contrasting against the red of her feathers and our home. I nodded to her, “Yes, my mistress, I have felt that I’m not doing my best, knowing that he is still up there.” I informed her, pointing towards the ceiling and the land of the living with my sharp talons.

Yarrow smiled warmly at me, “I’ve watched over you for the last ten solstices, I watched you grow into a wonderful Arae, I’ve noticed your internal struggle, knowing how much you blamed yourself and others hurt me, but I know you’ll do what you need to.” She explained. I looked up at her, hanging off of her every word, “Do you mean-?”

She nodded encouragingly, “Indeed, I shall allow you to return to the living, until you have no unfinished business via yourself or other mortals.” She ordered, the feeling of the command hitting me like a hurricane, literally. When a senior Arae commanded an underling, you could feel the weight of the words envelope you. All of a sudden I was back in the mausoleum, my glowing blue eyes casting a dim hue over my young corpse in the corner.

I pondered over Yarrow’s words, “Until you have no unfinished business via yourself or other mortals.” There was always unfinished business for mortals, they were constantly quick to want revenge, even when they cannot accept the consequences. Revenge may be a dish best served cold but no dishes are free.

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Derek looked at me shocked, I wonder what he was thinking, why my father did what he did, whether or not my story was true, who knows? “You should know this Derek,” I began, watching his deep green eyes stare into my own as they began glowing once more, “We’ve been connected in mind and soul because of Kate Argent.”

His eyes darkened, his face becoming once more, sullen. “I am aware of your anger towards her, I know what she did and I am sorry for your loss. I know you feel blame because of what she did, but who she was, wasn’t your fault.” I told him, transforming into my spirit form before leaning down to gently kiss his cheek.

I then abruptly left, I had someone I had to meet.

Timeskip~

??? pov:

“Boys! Slow down!” I called to my sons, barely seeing their chestnut brown hair before they disappeared in the crowded cafe. I huffed, out of breath after running after my six year old twins. I looked for my boys, seeing them looking up in awe at a teenage girl with (s/t) skin, (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. I couldn’t help but gape along with them, she was beautiful, she exuded an aura of confidence, but her smile was sweet.

“Hi,” She greeted with a fond smile, “Do these belong to you?” She chuckled. I shook myself out of my revere, nodding at the girl who still had that lovely smile. The smile quickly slipped from her face as she looked at my I.D badge from the hospital. “Francesca (l/n)?” She asked, I looked down at my chest and back at her, nodding with a grin. “You wouldn’t happen to know a (f/n) (l/n)?” She asked again.

“You know my husband?” I asked, she looked briefly shocked before responding. She nodded in confirmation and replied, “I’m being so rude, allow me to introduce myself, my name is (y/n) (l/n), I’m (f/n)’s daughter.” That caused me to look as shocked as she had. (f/n) had a daughter? Why wouldn’t he tell me that? “I know you must be so confused, I’ll buy you a coffee, we could maybe sit and talk? I could buy a couple of cupcakes for these two cupcakes,” She giggled, pinching the boys’ cheeks.

I nodded, still frozen in shock. I went to find a table, but the boys wanted to stay with their new big sister, I could hear them vaguely as they walked over to the counter.

“I’m Lucas! This is Ozzy, are you going to come live with us?” Lucas asked, excited as always, (y/n) chuckled and shook her head, Ozzy then almost shouted, “You’re really pretty!” (y/n) laughed loudly, ruffling his hair and leading them over to buy drinks and food.

They were only six, they probably didn’t realise the magnitude of the situation. How could (f/n) hide this from me? He was my husband, he never told me he had another daughter, or even another relationship. (y/n) soon cleared this up, “Francesca, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” I interrupted quickly.

“Franny, please.” I told her with a weak smile, not quite getting over my shock. She nodded, after two cappuccinos and a lot more cupcakes, I knew the full story. (f/n) had been married before marrying me, her name was (m/n), she passed away when (y/n) was only four. Apparently, after her mother’s untimely passing, she went to live with her mother’s family, her father having lost custody.

After we got through the rather awkward conversation, we actually got along quite well, she was the daughter I always wanted, my first (and hopefully only) secret step-daughter.

Timeskip~

Walking into the house, the boys beginning to run down from their sugar high, compliments of their new sister, I walked up to (f/n)’s office with purpose. As much as I wasn’t upset that he had been in a previous marriage and had a daughter with her, I was furious that he hadn’t told me! Knocking on the door, his voice from the other side allowed my entrance.

He could see the anger on my face, setting down whatever he was working on to give me his full attention. “So, I ran into someone interesting today,” I began, my voice strained, “She told me her name was (y/n).” I hadn’t fully believed the story until I saw my husband’s reaction. His eyes widened massively at her name, standing from his chair with reckless abandon.

(f/n) pov:

Franny continued to tell me that she had ran into a girl, claiming to be my daughter, I was terrified that she knew, she had been told what I had done. (y/n), or the person posing as her, had told her that after (m/n) died, (her name still leaving a bad taste in my mouth) she had moved in with her mother’s family. As far as I knew, (m/n) didn’t have any family, so I already knew this person was not my daughter.

I wasn’t listening to Franny anymore, responding with a nod every once in a while, her anger seemed to have depleted, replaced with joy at having a wonderful daughter. I was seething, someone knew what I had done, they were taunting me, acting as my daughter. The one I had killed. Or had I?

3rd Person pov

Erica pushed Stiles harshly into the darkened pool area, Derek’s sour wolf face greeting him as he bounced a basketball back and forth ominously. “Stiles, what did you see at the mechanic’s garage?” He asked, looking expectantly. Stiles responded with the only thing he knew, sarcasm.

“Several alarming EPA violations that I’m seriously considering reporting.” He told him, all with a straight face. The look on his face told the teen that wasn’t what he was looking for, looking Stiles in the eye as he punctured the basketball with his claws, deflating it and watching as it crumpled to the ground. “Let’s try this again...” The Alpha ordered.

“Alright, the thing was pretty slick looking. Skin was dark, kind of patterned. I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Because I have someone I really need to talk to.” Apparently that wasn’t enough, so the boy continued.

“Okay, um... Eyes. It’s eyes are yellowish. Slitted. It had a lot of teeth.” Not noticing the look of alarm on the werewolves’ faces as they looked up behind him. “Oh and it has a tail. Okay, we good?” Stiles finally realised what was happening, “What? Have you seen it? You’ve got this look like you know exactly what I’m talking about.” The human spun around and looked at whatever they could see, just as the creature leapt from the wall.

Erica darted in front of her Alpha, trying to protect him but the thing moved too fast for her. Whipping towards her, it shoved the Beta across the floor, her head knocking brutally into the wall, a small yelp accidentally alerting a certain being before she slumped unconscious. Derek saw what had happened to his poor Beta, beginning to fight the creature.

The fight continued, the man trying to protect the sarcastic human from harm. “Get behind me,” Derek ordered, Stiles nodding and retreating behind him, once he does, he notices a bloody slash against the back of the werewolf’s neck. “Derek, your neck...” The man turned around, his hand reaching for his neck just as his leg’s gave out. The paralysis took hold as Derek dropped to his knees.

The two stumble around, Stiles trying to grab his phone from his pocket and Derek keeping watch. As the creature emerged from the darkness, slowly and methodically, Derek’s strength failed, Stiles lost his balance, dropping his phone and Derek slipped from his grip, tumbling into the pool.

Without a moments hesitation, Stiles jumped in after the sinking man, the water splashing as the two burst to the surface, gasping for air. They looked for the creature, hoping out loud that it had fled, only for a piercing shriek to come from the darkness, “Maybe not.” Derek responded.

Timeskip~

“Get me out of here before I drown!” Derek shouted, as Stiles began to struggle to carry the weight of the man. “You’re worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth?” The snarky boy replied. He could almost feel the fury rising in the Lycan as he responded, “Did you notice I’m paralysed from the neck down in eight feet of water!?”

Stiles gave in, beginning to paddle towards the edge of the pool, not seeing the odd thing that was terrorising them. “Stop!” Derek shouted, both of them spotting the glowing yellow eyes at the other side of the pool. “What’s it waiting for?” Stiles asked shakily. The supernatural didn’t respond, his eyes trained purposefully on the creature, as if trying to figure out the answer.

Breathlessly, Stiles adjusted his grip on Derek, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” The creature continued circling his prey, Stiles’ eyes focusing on the phone on the wet tiles nearby. “Don’t even think about it.” Derek commanded.

“Can you trust me for half a second?” Stiles asked exasperated, getting a blatant, “No.” In response. “I’m the one keeping you alive if you hadn’t noticed.” The boy almost yelled, becoming more and more over-exerted.

“When the paralysis wears off, who’s the one who’s going to be able to fight that thing? You or me?” Stiles considered the options he had, asking if that had been why he’d been holding him up for two hours. “Yes. You don’t trust me. I don’t trust you. But you need me to survive. Which is why you’re not letting me go.”

Looking Derek in the eye, Stiles lets go, immediately heading for his phone as Derek sinks to the pool floor. Snatching his phone from the tiles, he turns to see the creature coming straight for him, forcing him to make a desperate leap for the pool. His hand shot out from the water, his last attempt to call for help, as he dials Scott’s number.

“I can’t talk right now.” Scott’s voice sounded from the speaker, before promptly hanging up. Stiles looked at his phone screen, completely gobsmacked at what had just happened. He looked down at the black figure, blurry at the bottom of the pool, having no other choice, he let the phone go and dived to save Derek. The two broke the surface of the water once again, gasping for air.

“Tell me- you got him.” Derek practically pleaded, his voice broken with gasps. Stiles refused to answer, his face telling the other man all he needed to know. The sound of glass breaking overhead scared the both of them, clawed fingers reaching down to grab the two, keeping them in the pool but above the water.

Stiles released his grip on the werewolf, relief flooding through his arms. Sighing, Stiles looked up at whoever had saved them, yelping in surprise at the sight of the winged beauty. It was (y/n). Her eyes were glowing a deep blue, her body was covered in dark feathers and, most importantly, she had huge wings protruding from her back, flapping softly to keep them afloat.

She seemed to be keeping the two men in her hold with no problem, proving her incredible strength. Her bright eyes were quietly observing the creature from afar. Scott then appeared, with his claws and fangs dropped, letting out a fearsome roar. He seemed to be confused, not quite knowing which creature to attack, the one holding his friend and former mentor, or the one still circling the pool.

His dilemma was quickly answered when the scaly creature wrapped its tail around his leg, lifting him off of the floor and and hurtling him towards a wall mirror. Glass shattered, lifting (y/n)’s attention from the men in her arms, she carried them to the pool side, dropping them as gently as she could, before rushing to help Scott. The creature inched ever closer to Scott, in desperation, he grabbed a shard of the broken mirror to use as a weapon.

That’s when it happened. The creature stopped its attack, focusing on its reflection in the shard, it seemed confused by it. As though it didn’t know what it was. Baring its teeth in a shriek, the creature hissed at itself and retreated, leaping onto the wall and darting out of one of the high windows, disappearing into the night.

Realising that everyone else was fine, (y/n) fled to attend to Erica, who was slowly coming to. Helping her and Derek outside to follow Scott and Stiles, who were at the hood of a car, plugging some USB into a laptop. They seemed to be distressed about something, “That’s not English.” Scott decided, looking at the random letters and symbols.

“Is that even a language?” Stiles replied.

“How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?” Scott questioned, looking even more confused.

“It’s called a Kanima.” Derek called from over their shoulders, with a revived Erica and winged (y/n) at his side. Stiles looked at the three incredulously, “You knew this whole time?” Derek shook his head, the teens attention quickly being taken over by (y/n), “Only when it was confused by its own reflection.” She told them. Scott stood on guard, looking at the odd supernatural.

“It doesn’t know what it is.” He confirmed.

“Or who.” Derek continued. Stiles asked the man what else he knew, “Just stories and rumours. A shapeshifter, but not right. It’s...” He paused, looking for the right word.

“An abomination.” (y/n) finished, looking personally hurt by the word. Derek, looking worried at the young girl, finishing his interaction with the boys, “I know one thing, when I find it, I’m going to kill it.”

(y/n) pov

‘It seems as though phase three may have to wait.’

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So... this one was a lot longer than all the other chapters, it may have seemed a bit monotonous to read, I don’t know, my writing tends to get a bit crap after two thousand words. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed part five! Once again, if you want to be notified when a new chapter for this series is posted, just comment and ask to be added to the taglist! Love you guys! Xxx

#teen wolf #x reader #teen wolf x reader #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #derek hale x read #scott mccall x reader #isaac lahey x reader #romance #love #cute #series #fanfiction #arae/arai #greek mythology #crossover

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jasmine2042003 · 3 years

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Mini rant!

I don't want to upset anyone or make them trigger happy to respond, nor do I really want hate about this, this is just how I'm feeling...

Fictional characters, are fictional (surprising I know!)

If I want to write a Nico di Angelo x Female Reader because that is what I feel most comfortable doing, that doesnt make me homophobic, I am not taking away from their character or sexuality, I am continuing a story from my love of the author.

Nico has a harrowing backstory that relates to many people who read the PJO books, it's no surprise he quickly became a favourite character, but dashing away all those sacrifices and achievements by categorizing him as 'the gay character', is something I dont fully understand.

And another thing...

HE'S FICTIONAL!!!!

#nico di angelo x reader #percy jackson #x reader #mini rant #rant tag

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Comforting their SO:

New series! I am planning on doing head cannons at least every day, if not every other day. They will be meticulously sorted in my masterlist so nobody gets confused, let me know if there is a character I missed and please request any scenarios you would like, it would really help me!

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BNHA boys comforting their significant other! PART 1

Bakugou Katsuki:

~ Katsuki returns home to the apartment he shares with you, only to see you sat cuddled up on the couch crying. ~ Immediately worried something bad had happened, Katsuki begins looking around your home for intruders or something that was out of place. ~ When he finds nothing, he races over to you. ~ “Teddy Bear,” He whispers, kneeling on the floor in front of you, “What happened, are you okay?” He was racing through his words, worried you’d hurt yourself in some way. ~ Still weeping, you held up your favourite book, mumbling through your words, something about a character dying, or was it about a couple finally being canon, or maybe just a character being cute? ~ Sighing to himself, Katsuki made himself comfortable in the blankets next to you, holding you close as you cried, knowing to just let you do your own thing whilst cuddling you. ~ “This happens too often darling.” He tells you as he picks up the phone to order your favourite take out.

Izuku Midoriya:

~ Snuggled up on the couch with Izuku was one of the greatest gifts that had been given to you. ~ Even though he got flustered relatively easily, there was one thing he was perfectly comfortable with, something he had sought out since high school, even now he was a Pro Hero. ~ Cuddles. ~ Whether he was the big spoon or the little spoon, you know just how much he loves cuddling with you, especially when he whines as you stand up to cook the two of you dinner. ~ Smiling and humming to yourself as you cook, you hardly noticed just how hot the stove was getting until you grabbed the metal handle of the pan and flinched, pulling away and yelping slightly. ~ Izuku, hearing your yelp of pain, shot from his seat on the couch and to the kitchen faster than a freight train. ~ Seeing you holding your hand to your chest, small tears in the corner of your eyes, he began running the cold water, gently grabbing your wrist. ~ After keeping your hand under the water for ten minutes or so and noticing there was no redness or blisters, he held your hand in both of his larger ones, kissing each of your fingers. ~ “You need to be more careful Puppy.”

Shoto Todoroki:

~ When it came to you, Shoto was more serious than ever. ~ Especially when you were hurt or upset. ~ It just so happens, that today was one of those times, you had gotten a call from the hospital that a close relative of yours had been in an accident. ~ When you had called Shoto in tears, he knew something was wrong and was already leaving his agency when you told him what had happened. ~ Whilst he was thankful that you weren’t hurt or in danger, he knew you weren’t okay and rushed home to take care of you. ~ Shoto wasn’t much for public displays of affection, but when the two of you were behind closed doors, he usually couldn’t get enough, loving your fingers running through his bi-coloured hair or resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. ~ But he knew that you needed to be loved more that himself right now, he held you close, stroking your hair and keeping your head close to his chest as he tried to calm you down. ~ “It’s alright my love, I’ll always be here.”

Eijiro Kirishima:

~ We all know that Eijiro is just the most cheerful and sweetest shark boy that has ever lived. ~ Which means that when you’re upset, he’ll probably get upset too. ~ When he came home and saw you watching one of your favourite shows (a show you had watched to completion dozens of times) and eating ice cream from the carton, he knew what he was in for. ~ Even though he may not know the show, or might not be into it, he will still grab a spoon from the kitchen and join you on the couch. ~ When Katsuki called him an hour later, asking where he had gotten to, all he heard was the muffled tears of Eijiro and his partner. ~ “That was so manly!” He cried, watching the main character save his lover. ~ “I promise you Gumdrop, I will save you like that someday.” ~ Realising that that would make you in danger, he quickly revoked that sentence and came up with something new to cheer you up. ~ “From the dreaded house work that you hate so much!” He cheered, wiping his tears and picking you up bridal style and dancing around the room.

Denki Kaminari:

~ Denki would have worked quickly in the relationship, you were no longer just a couple living together, you were engaged. ~ And Denki STILL didn’t know how to comfort you without making it worse. ~ Whether you hurt yourself, were too worried about him or were just upset for the sake of being upset (Many people are, it’s okay!), Denki would tip-toe around you trying to make it better. ~ But as usual, he sort of messed up. ~ Eventually he would make it up to you, but until then, just picture the blonde dunce trying to hug you or stroke your hair, only to back down when you moved slightly or sniffled. ~ You think it’s adorable that he is trying not to make it worse but failed epically, this usually cheers you up. ~ And when he finally gets the dumb idea to buy you the biggest teddy bear he could find, a grin lifts onto your face and in turn, his as well. ~ The amount of stuffed animals you now have in your shared apartment is ridiculous, as every time you get upset, he dances around you on eggshells until he caves and buys you a cuddly toy. ~ “Sorry I’m a bit bad at this darlin’, I’m sure I’ll get better... eventually!”

Shinso Hitoshi:

~ You and Shinso are the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. ~ But it isn’t always easy. ~ Whether its a stupid argument about who left the lights on, or maybe you’re worried about him and his job and so you shout when he rolls your eyes at your worry. ~ If you’re wondering why that second example was so descriptive, it’s because that’s exactly what happened. ~ Shinso had gotten himself hurt whilst he was out fighting a villain on patrol, he didn’t have back up, but went anyway. ~ When he came home, he knew there would be a fight from his lover. And he was right. ~ You were furious that he had intentionally put himself in harm’s way. Even if he was a hero, there was a difference between a hero and an idiot, even if he didn’t see it. ~ After the shouting would stop, you would stop talking entirely, storming off to the bedroom to lie down and cry. ~ Shinso would give you time to calm down, which killed him. ~ Knowing you were upset and he had caused it hurt him deeply and as much as he wanted to run to you, he knew he wouldn’t get anywhere until you had calmed. ~ After ten or so minutes, he couldn’t stand it anymore and jogged to the bedroom, he lay down behind you and wrapped both arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, he whispered into your ear. ~ “I’m so sorry Kitten, I promise I won’t do it again.”

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Sweet Pea x Reader - Serpents and Flames - pt 1

Welcome to my newest story! This is a Riverdale Sweet Pea x reader story. WARNING: This could get dark BUT I never end a story in a sad way! Enjoy! Xxx

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Jughead pov

The metal detector started beeping as I walked through, “It’s the pins on my hat,” I said sighing, the guard telling me to take it off and go again, which I did with little resistance. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third.” I heard, looking up at a camera flash and the voice, I saw a girl about my age with pink hair, tan skin and wearing a leather jacket. I looked at her in confusion, “Uh, it’s Jughead actually.” I told her, she smiled and introduced herself as Toni Topaz.

We walked through the halls of Southside High, which seemed to be decorated with graffiti, garbage and what looked to be a shrine. I stopped in front of it, causing Toni to stop as well. “What’s that?” I asked, there was a picture of a family, a burly man with sleeve tattoos, a woman with a delicate smile and a little girl with a big grin on her face and cheery (e/c) eyes. Toni looked at me in confusion, “That’s the (l/n) family,” She told me, as if it was obvious.

I nodded, “Well, what happened, why is this like, a shrine?” I asked and her confusion turned to shock. “You really don’t know?” She asked me, I shook my head and Toni sighed, “I thought your dad would have told you about them.” I shook my head again and asked her to explain. We walked over to the shrine, there were snakes decorating what used to be a water fountain, there were flowers, both dead and alive and what seemed to be letters surrounding the family photo.

“The (l/n)’s were Serpent Royalty,” She started with a small frown, “They had been in the gang for generations, almost since the beginning. All of them married Serpents, their children became Serpents, then their children became Serpents. Until one night, a little over five years ago.” We looked at the photograph once again, “(f/n) and (m/n) were murdered in their own home,” She told me, causing me to look up in shock, “We don’t know who did it, but whoever they were didn’t leave (y/n) a chance.”

“(y/n)?” I asked, Toni nodded and pointed at the small girl in the center of the picture. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes and (s/t) skin, she had her arms wrapped around her father’s waist, her mother had a hand on her head and they looked happy. “She was twelve when it happened, she had just been initiated but the killer set the house of fire, with her still in it.” I looked at Toni, fear and utter disbelief written across my face.

“The Sheriff wrote it off as some crazy junkie and the family just living in the wrong house. But the Serpents have a different theory.” I motioned for her to continue, “(y/n) was supposed to become Serpent Queen, she had already been initiated and was going to take over when she was eighteen, the Serpents think someone wanted to destroy that chance and take over themselves.” I had no clue this had happened. Why didn’t anyone report it? Why didn’t dad tell me?

“Because your dad was (f/n)’s right hand, everyone thought he did it,” I was about to protest when she raised a hand and cut me off, “But even he and (y/n) were close, FP loved her like his own. We still don’t know what happened and nobody actually found (y/n)’s body, so people think she escaped or just died somewhere else. Today was actually her initiation day. She would be about our age by now.” She told me, wistfully stroking a finger over the photo of the young family.

“Anyway,” She said, walking through the halls and leading me to a different area of the school that seemed to be the cafeteria. “Here in the cafetorium,” She started, beginning to point at different tables, “Ghoulies sit over there,” There was a group of teenagers wearing studded jackets, “Rival gang, drug dealers, street racers, rumours of cannibalism.” I guess she saw the look on my face because she told me not to ask.

“And we sit over there. With the Serpents.” She told me, walking over to a table of teens wearing the Serpent jacket, a leather jacket with a snake emblem on the back. I stopped walking, “You’re a Southside Serpent?” I asked, she looked at me like it was obvious, “Why do you think I volunteered to give you the tour?” She asked, so she only offered to help me around because I was FP’s son.

I told her that I was going to sit on my own, “I’m confused,” She told me, “Aren’t you like, a Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?” She asked me, I told her that I self-identified as a loner. “I’m just going to put my head down and try and get through this, okay?” I told her, she moved closer to me and spoke a little quieter, “Hey, you wanna get through this, you should hang with the Serpents. If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone, they’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.” She told me, before walking off to the Serpent table.

I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my head down, aside from speaking up in English class. Me and Toni were in the Red and Black’s office, when the door opened, revealing a group of Serpents. The guy at the front of the group, Sweet Pea, walked up, he had dark hair and eyes and was pretty tall, he was kind of intimidating. “Topaz. Let’s bounce.” He said, “Jones, wanna come with? We’re going to the quarry.”

I refused, telling him I don’t have my beach bod yet. He scowled and looked rather offended, “What? You’ll ask for help from the Serpents, but you won’t hang with us? Don’t come crawling to us, hat in hand, when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’ kid.” He told me. I looked up at him in defiance.

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favours coming your way.” I told him, squaring up as he started walking up to me. Toni stopped him with a hand pressing against his chest. “Hey, hey! He made up his mind, okay? Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you.” Sweet Pea backed down and looked at Toni.

“We can’t go to the quarry anyway, remember?” He looked down at her, first in confusion, but then it melted into realisation. I looked at them questioningly, “Today is (y/n)’s memorial,” Toni told me, earning a gentle slap on the shoulder from Sweet Pea, “What? He’s FP’s kid, he should know.” Sweet Pea just rolled his eyes and turned and left. Toni left soon after and they headed to who knows where. (y/n) (l/n), who are you?

3rd pov

Sweet Pea, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fogarty walked into the bustling but melancholy atmosphere of the Whyte Wrym, ready for the young Serpent’s memorial service. Drinks were being served by Hog Eye at the bar, everyone crowding around to see him and watch the bartender give a speech.

“Five years ago, (y/n) (l/n) was initiated and became a fully fledged Serpent, she received her tattoo but was unable to receive her jacket. Her time with the Serpents was too short lived, she was a bright young girl and would have become a wonderful leader if she was given the chance. I remember when she would come into the Wrym with her mom and dad, her smile lit up the room and her laugh was constant.” The older Serpents who remembered (y/n) smiled and nodded in agreement to the bartender’s speech.

Nobody paid any attention to the teenage girl with a neck tattoo entering the bar. “Please join me in raising a glass to the (l/n)’s and (y/n), in hope that they finally saw peace where the are now.” Hog Eye finished, raising his glass and being followed by everyone else, including the Young Serpent Trio. Everyone looked to Tall Boy, the temporary leader of the Serpents, who held a leather jacket with the Serpent patch.

It obviously didn’t belong to a child, every year since the original jacket was made, it has been sized up to match how big (y/n) would be. They hung the jacket above the bar, where it always was. “Allow me to say, that was beautiful.” Someone said from the back of the room, causing everyone to turn and look towards the door. There was a teenage girl, who looked oddly familiar.

(h/l), (h/c) hair. (e/c) eyes. A gentle smile. And a snake with two heads, tattooed onto her neck. Hog Eye walked over to the girl, looking into her eyes, “I could have sworn...” He started, his voice fading away, “You look just like her.” He muttered. She smiled and nodded, “I am her, Uncle Hog Eye.” She told him, causing the man to stumble back in shock, shaking his head. She raised her hands gently, trying to calm him.

“I know it’s odd, but please believe me, I’ll do a DNA test if you want me to,” She said chuckling. The older Serpents’ eyes lit up at the laugh, it was just like it used to be. Nobody noticed the current leader’s eyes widening, but not in happiness, in complete and utter shock, he turned and swiftly left the bar.

Barking was heard from outside the bar, the door being opened as the previously tethered Hot Dog ran in and jumped on the stranger. Giggling rang out as the shaggy dog slobbered all over the girl he’d knocked to the floor, “Hi Hot Dog, it’s good to see you buddy!” Everyone looked at the girl, some in confusion, others in nostalgia. One of the older Serpents spoke up, ��If Hot Dog knows her, we have to give her the chance.” Hog Eye nodded and helped the girl up, leading her to a back room.

(y/n) pov

I had missed Hog Eye, Hot Dog, FP, everyone. I knew they would be hesitant, I mean, I’ve been presumed dead for five years. Hog Eye led me into a back room behind the bar, there were crates of alcohol around the room and he offered me a seat on one. “What should I call you stranger?” He asked me, I knew he would do something like this, trying to trip me up. I smiled and told him, “Why not call me (n/n),” I told him, using the nickname he called me as a child.

He looked at me shocked, his eyes welling up in tears, “It really is you.” He whispered, I smiled and walked over, hugging around his waist, my head lying on his shoulder. Uncle Hog Eye had always been the strong silent type so this was odd. “What happened?” He asked me, sitting down on the crate with me. I sighed.

“I woke up in the middle of the night, it was blisteringly hot and there was fire everywhere,” I told him quietly, “I didn’t hear anything before that, I didn’t see who did it,” Liar. “I managed to climb out of the window, I burned myself up a little though,” I stood up and lifted my shirt to reveal my ribs and stomach on my left side, the same side of my tattoo. Hog Eye’s eyes widened and he trailed his fingers along the burn scars that ran up my body. If my nickname wasn’t evidence enough, I think this was.

“I climbed into the tree next to the house, fell and fractured my leg. I knew I couldn’t stay and risk the jackass coming back and finishing the job, I was scared Uncle Hog Eye.” I told him, feeling his arm around my shoulder, gently squeezing me. “I limped halfway to Greendale before I blacked out. Luckily for me, there was a doctor driving home, Gareth Smith, he managed to get me to hospital and I made a full recovery, he is now my guardian.” I told him.

“Well, why come back?” He asked, causing me to give him a hurt look, “Not that you’re not welcome, of course you are (n/n), but it seemed like you had a good life.” I smiled and sighed. I did have a good life, but it wasn’t the right one. I explained my thoughts aloud.

“I was living a good life, sure. But it wasn’t the one I was born for, I knew it was time to come home.” I told him, “And I don’t care if the killer of my parents is still here, I am the rightful heir of the Serpents and I intend to take back my throne.” I told him, my eyes going cold at the memory of the bastard that ruined my life. I know exactly who did it and they will pay.

Flashback~

I picked up the phone, waiting for the man behind the glass to do the same. He looked at me confused as he did so, but FP picked up the phone nonetheless. “Do I know you?” He asked me, I smiled and showed him my neck, I knew that when I was younger, I was the only one who had their tattoo on their neck.

“(y/n)?” He whispered, I smiled and nodded, “You have the same smile, but you should be...” His voice faded and I gave a wry grin, “Dead.” I told him, causing him to flinch. I nodded, “Its fine,” I explained to him my story, including who I knew it was. He looked at me shocked. “Tall Boy?” He asked, I nodded, “Are you sure?” He asked quietly.

I nodded again, “Positive, I saw him with a can of gasoline, running from my house, I might have been twelve, but I wasn’t stupid.” He nodded solemnly. “Don’t do anything when you’re out, I can help you get out, but promise me, you won’t do or mention anything.”

We had made an agreement, “I’ll see you at home FP.” I told him. The plans have been made.

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Thank you for reading part one of my new series, I hope you enjoyed it!

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Help me! (please read)

So I want to expand my masterlist! I realised that I only watched Teen Wolf thanks to my readers who suggested I did and write something about it. I did watch Teen Wolf after literal years of debating whether or not I should and I adored it!

And now Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful is probably the best series I have written and I still enjoy writing it! So I thought, ‘What do my readers want, or quote in my chapters?’

Riverdale.

I have honestly been dissing Riverdale since it came out, I love the Archie Comics and I didn’t want to see it ruined, but I was bored and it was 1 AM, so I thought, why not?

I watched it. I am obsessed. I am sorry for anything I have ever said about the show.

But I was wondering if people wanted me to write Riverdale fanfics, I love Sweet Pea and I also want to expand to writing female characters x female reader, I thought I could start with Cheryl or Toni? Let me know!

I wanted to write a Sweet Pea x reader, where the reader moved back to Riverdale after her parent died and was related to one of the Serpents.

OR, Sweet Pea x reader, where the reader is supposed to be the sole heir of the Serpents but someone got in the way and she miraculously comes back and starts an new story arc!

Please leave what you want in the notes!!!

Anyway, thank you for reading this, at least I hope people read this, love you guys! Xxx

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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ pt 4

Once again, thank you all for the love you’ve shown to this series, in this chapter, I will finally reveal what you, the reader, are. This series is going to follow the story line of the series vaguely, this chapter is based off of episode three, season two.

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3rd Person pov

Once again, the cemetery had been overrun with police and shocked onlookers. The (l/n) family mausoleum, that was once rubble on the ground, was now completely rebuilt and even more majestic than before. Yellow police tape surrounded the cemetery and Sheriff Stilinski had his hands full with the most recent discovery of the small body of young (y/n) (l/n).

‘The little girl’s body was perfectly preserved, as if she passed in the last week or so,’ The Sheriff thought, ‘Which of course is impossible, she should be Stiles’ age by now.’ The thought that the same thing could have happened to his son made the Sheriff’s heart ache.

Speaking of whom, Stiles was running towards the crime scene, desperate to see what had been going on. “Stiles!” The Sheriff called, watching as his son swiftly turned around to face him. “No,” The man continued quietly, watching his son deflate and turn around to go home. The Sheriff shook his head and walked over to the forensics team. “What have you got?” He asked, already frightened of the results.

The lead forensic scientist sighed and looked at the Sheriff, “The DNA we found in the rubble confirms that (y/n) was under the rubble when the mausoleum was destroyed.” He told the Sheriff. Once again, the man sighed, it seemed that was all he did these days.

‘Well, that is a case almost closed, but who killed her?’ Sheriff Stilinski thought to himself. Now the case moved from an open abduction to an open murder case. ‘Who just leaves a child in a mausoleum, she must have been dead beforehand, poor thing. Now to tell Melissa...’

Time Skip~

Stiles ran through the McCall house and up the stairs to Scott’s room, almost tripping over himself as he entered. “Scott!” He whisper-shouted, causing his friend to look at him in confusion.

“What? Why are you whispering, we’re the only ones here.” He told Stiles, who was closing the blinds and the door and motioning for Scott to keep quiet. “Okay, I heard new stuff on (y/n) (l/n).” Stiles whispered, his eyes widening, “Is your mom home?” He asked, to which Scott nodded.

“Yeah, you probably ran passed her.” He told his hyperactive friend, the boy continuing to secure the room so he can tell Scott what happened. “Okay, so the mausoleum is completely rebuilt and (y/n)’s body was found in it.” Stiles started, watching Scott’s eyes widen.

“So there is no way the new girl is her, because she’s... well...” Scott didn’t need to finish his sentence, both boys went silent, almost respectfully. Stiles nodded but had a look in his eye. “We can’t rule that out for sure Scott.” He muttered, causing Scott to scoff.

“What do you mean we can’t rule that out?” He asked, but was interrupted by the door being knocked. Scott and Stiles opened the bedroom door gently, just enough that they could hear but weren’t seen. “Evening Melissa,” A voice came from below, Stile’s dad, the Sheriff.

Stiles’ eyes widened and backed away from the door slightly. “Evening Noah, if you’re looking for Stiles-” Melissa McCall began only to be disrupted. “Actually, I am here to talk to you, its about (y/n).” He said, the boy’s could hear Scott’s mom gasp and let him in.

They moved into the kitchen and Stiles could no longer hear what they were saying, relying solely on his Lycan friend.

“We found her- her body Melissa.” The Sheriff told Scott’s mom grimly. Scott could hear her begin to cry, trying to keep calm and breathe. “My poor (y/n),” She wailed, even Stiles could hear her at this point, Scott felt so bad just listening, opening the door and hurtling down the stairs to comfort his mom. Despite Stiles’ disagreements.

“Mom?” He asked, walking into the kitchen, gently grabbing her elbow, feeling her turn and hug him tightly. He acted confused, worried about his mom, but he knew what was going on. Although, he was still very confused.

Why didn’t he remember her?

3rd Person pov

(y/n) and Isaac stood next to each other in gym class, him quietly asking questions about the supernatural world, her quietly responding with a small smile. To anyone else, it would seem like two teenagers were exchanging silent moments or even flirting a little, something that made other students incredibly jealous.

The two supernaturals only looked up from their conversation when they heard Scott hitting the ground. “McCall, I don’t know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy.” The coach said, followed by a couple of chuckles from the others. “Alright, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let’s go.” He said.

Immediately worrying (y/n) at the back, causing her to push her way to the front of the crowd, watching Stiles ascend the rope at a quick, agile pace. Erica was slowly dragging herself up, until eventually, she stopped moving, pinning herself to the wall. (y/n) muttered underneath her breath, a small spell just to help her along.

“I’m fine!” She called to the coach, who was wondering if she was dizzy or was having vertigo. “Coach,” (y/n) spoke to him in a gentle but strained voice, “She’s not suffering from vertigo, she has epilepsy.” She told him, watching his eyes change from boredom to slight worry.

“She does? Why the hell doesn’t anyone tell me these things? Erica, you’re good. Push off and we’ll ease you down.” He said, but Erica still wasn’t moving.

(y/n) pov

Closing my eyes, I looked into Erica’s head, “Erica,” I whispered under my breath, knowing she could hear me, “Let go.” I took hold of her body and forced her to release her grip on the wall slowly, lowering her down to the ground once again. Everyone stared at her with pity, a few of the meaner kids snickering at her.

“Oh, shut it!” I growled, glaring at the crowd and smiling a bit at their look of shock and slight fear. Grabbing Erica by the hand, I led her to the back of the gym, sitting with her and stroking her hair gently.

“How did you do that?” Erica asked quietly, still not feeling too great. I smiled gently at her. “I know the feeling of being angry at people, wanting them to feel the same way you felt, let’s just say we have a bit of a connection.” I told her with a pained look on my face.

She smiled back at me and we spent the rest of the period chatting, or mostly me listening to Erica talk almost maliciously about the experiences she’s had with her epilepsy and people making fun of her for it. At the end of the period I turned in to the changing rooms, not noticing when a certain blonde didn’t follow me.

I had nearly finished changing, wearing now a pair of ripped jeans, a tank top and a pair of heeled ankle boots. I was getting ready to put on my hoodie to cover my scars when I felt my eyes glowing cerulean once again. ‘Erica.’ I thought, rushing to the gym to see Erica almost at the top of the wall, her body beginning to convulse.

“Scott!” I called, watching as he was there in seconds, ready to catch her as she fell. I would have been able to catch her in my other form but I would be risking revealing myself to too many people. I felt my heart racing at the thought of Erica getting hurt. I knelt next to her and Scott, “Get her on her side,” I told him, helping him turn her.

Erica clutched onto my hand, squeezing whenever she had a convulsion. I looked at Scott, “Thank you,” I told him, not noticing his shock as he looked at me.

‘Her eyes... were they always that glowing blue?’ He thought.

I wound up accompanying Erica to the emergency room, using a bit of magic manipulation on the teachers and EMTs. A bright light was shining down, Erica was wearing a hospital gown, blinking at none other than my childhood babysitter, Melissa McCall.

I had to stop myself from running to the woman and hugging her, deciding instead to clutch my arms and look down at the floor. “It’s been a while since we saw you, Erica. You were being so good about your medication,” I could tell she hadn’t taken it when I was in her body. It was completely flushed of any meds.

“Are you going to tell my mom?” She asked, slightly scared, the tone of her voice caused the supernatural in me to look up and look at her in concern. Melissa sighed and spoke up, “I swear I don’t want to. But there’s this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs and I don’t know if you’ve seen my legs, but for a girl my age they’re still pretty hot.”

I smiled, as did Erica, Melissa smoothed back the girl’s unkempt hair, “The doctor will be over in a few, okay?” Erica laid back on the bed, her hand reaching out to grab my own, I smiled and held her hand gently. “I think that this is a weird start to a great friendship,” I told her, listening to her laugh.

Erica closed her eyes and I almost didn’t realise the hand grasping the gurney, the other attaching itself to the small of my back, pushing me along. “Lie still.” A deep gruff voice said to Erica, and she did so, watching as the gurney was pushed through two double doors.

I knew at this point that it was indeed the Alpha, leaning back, I caused my body to go completely intangible. I passed through Derek’s hand, not wanting to see this, but slightly looking forward to her change. I knew he would be looking for more Betas, the more Betas, the more powerful the Alpha. It seemed his next Beta was going to be Erica.

Time Skip~

Erica looked and seemed to feel great! I was so proud of her, as long as I could keep her safe, I had no problem with her taking her vengeance this way. Speaking of vengeance. I was going to start Phase Two: Descent into Madness.

I stood outside the house, my old home. I knew he was still there, I knew he still lived there, I was slightly curious as to whether or not he kept my old room. Once again becoming intangible and casting a quick glamour so nobody would see me, I walked through the front door and up the stairs to what was my dad’s old office.

Nothing had changed in there, I could still see paintings that were there when I was little, but there was also a locked box in one of the drawers. Becoming once again tangible, I reached for the box, more specifically, the lock on the box. I closed my eyes and felt myself changing from my human form.

I could feel my wings rip through, yet another, hoodie, my clothes began to change as tears of blood began to flow freely down my cheeks. A feathered bralette covered my chest, feathers also spread around my pelvis to cover me modestly.

My eyes opened and I knew they were a glowing blue. A small smile flittered onto my face, I felt much more comfortable this way, anyway. I felt the strength coursing through my veins, running towards my fingers, now with long, sharp black talons. The lock that was still in my grasp, began to creak and crack with the sudden force it was being put under, I had hardly flexed my fingers when the lock almost shattered.

I opened the box and looked into it, feeling my eyes tearing up, red covering my vision. I calmed myself down, looking at pictures of my mother and myself, both have been dearly departed. This was all part of my plan.

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It had been about half an hour, I had made multiple copies of the same image, a picture of my mother and myself, smiling up at my father who was taking the picture, I had placed them everywhere.

Floating outside the window, my wings were enjoying the freedom I rarely gave them and were flapping slowly to keep me in the air. I decided to watch my dear old dad and his reaction to my little message, I felt an evil smirk once again forming on my red painted lips.

3rd Person pov

(f/n) walked up the stairs of his home, his wife and sons were out and he thought he would have some free time before they came home to get some work done. Walking into his office, his face lost all colour, his eyes were devoid of any emotion but shock. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at the smiling faces of his now dead daughter and wife.

He quickly became angry, who knew? He had a feeling someone would eventually find out about what he did, the mausoleum had been destroyed and, even though he had always meant to, he never went back to check that (y/n) had even died.

Growling angrily, the man began to tear away layer upon layer of photos and images, the same image. The image of the perfect family that had been destroyed, that he had destroyed. He finally began to see the wall of his office again, seeing the wedding photo that he had taken with his new wife merely two years after (y/n)’s death.

He saw red appearing on the wall the more he took down the photos, following the red and continuing to frantically tear at the happy mother and daughter coating his walls in a vicious attack. He felt the red substance on the wall, it was sticky.

His eyes widened when he finally revealed the message under the wave of evil nostalgia.

“I know what you did, you will get what you deserve.”

(y/n) smirked from outside the window, watching her murderer rub his eyes in fear and confusion. She snapped her fingers and watched the room. (f/n) opened his eyes again, only for the images, scraps of photographs and the bloody writing on the wall to have disappeared...

Time Skip~

(y/n) sat waiting for the Alpha and his Betas in the underground station, still in her more powerful form, her wings were wrapping around her shoulders, concealing her scars from any watchful eye.

The scars came by accident, when she was reborn, she destroyed the mausoleum from the massive influx of energy, the rubble and debris cut up her young self and the rebirthing process was a bit particular about how it made teenage (y/n).

Any cuts or bruises were identical on the ‘new’ (y/n), so when her young body was cut up, (y/n) maintained the same cuts, using her healing to fix it but was left with a severe amount of scarring. Anyway, the strong scent of the Alpha invaded her senses and she looked up, blood still streaming from her eyes.

Derek could smell her intoxicating sweet smell instantly and, even though he was wary and stood in a fighting stance as he saw her, he couldn’t help but be completely entranced by the odd creature with glowing blue eyes. She was hauntingly beautiful.

“Alpha.” (y/n) acknowledged, him nodding in return, still stood to attention. Isaac stepped around his Alpha, an innocent and curious look across his face, “(y/n)?” He asked, causing the strange but gorgeous creature to smile and nod. “What-” He was cut off by Erica pushing by him to hug her best friend, gently stroking her feathered wings in awe.

“I figured now would be a good time to tell you what I was.” She said to the Alpha and his Betas. Looking at one in particular, she walked over to him gracefully and leaned to shake his hand. “Hi, I’m (y/n),” The boy replied saying his name was Boyd. She smiled and nodded, then walked to the Alpha and hit him upside the head.

“What is wrong with you!? Why would you make them fight for you!? In public nonetheless!” She yelled, Derek felt slightly intimidated. “Uh, (y/n)” She heard a bashful Isaac from behind her and turned to face him with a smile, “You said you would tell us, um... What you are?” He said.

(y/n) smiled a devilish but enticing grin, “I’m what’s called an Arae. A female spirit of curses, more specifically curses of revenge made by the dead and sometimes the living for those who wronged them in the past.” She told them, looking at Erica as realisation washed over her.

“You said we had a connection...” She mumbled. The Arae nodded with a pained smile, “I could feel the anger you felt towards the students who hurt you, I felt the same anger towards my father.” She told them, her voice taking a dark turn.

“Ten years ago, my mother passed away, she was killed by... something, I’m not sure what. My father was human, she was a banshee, he didn’t know anything about the supernatural world and I’m sure that if I grew up, I would have been something similar to my mother.” She started her story to be interrupted.

“What do you mean, if you grew up?” Isaac asked.

(y/n) sighed and continued. “When my mother died, my father could hardly stand to look at me, eventually it became too much, he took me to the family mausoleum and locked the door behind me, leaving me to die.” She finished, a wistful look on her face.

Erica gasped and the boys looked horrified. Derek looked up at the Arae with a look on his face and opened his mouth to ask her. “No.” She immediately said. “I refuse to join any pack, I will happily protect you and your Betas, but I am also going to protect Scott and Stiles.”

Feeling herself begin to grow tired, she released her hold on her Spirit Form, feeling her eyes return to their natural (e/c), her wings fading into her back and her feathered clothes disappearing, leaving her naked as she blacked out.

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I know it has been a while! I am so sorry! I made this chapter slightly longer to atone and you finally know what you are. An Arae! I do have an image of what was described as an Arae, I think it is supposed to be more artistic but I fell in love with it so let me know if you want to see it!

Once again, I love you guys!!! Xxx

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TEEN WOLF/PERCY JACKSON

Is it weird that I really really want Daniel Sharman to portray Apollo in the new Disney Adaptation for Percy Jackson?

Honestly think he would crush it!

#percy jackson #teen wolf #daniel sharman #rick riordan #disney adapt percy jackson

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i love the teen wolf series!!! pls more🥺

Getting to it! I'm so glad you're enjoying it!

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PLEASE WRITE A FIVE HARGREEVES SMUT!

Woah hello! I wish I could, I've never written smut before and I honestly dont think I would feel comfortable doing it. If you havent already, have a look at my wattpad (Crazy-Otaku-demigod), I have an entire book of Five x reader oneshots!

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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ pt 3

I’ve gotten a lot of love for the series now and I am really getting into this! I hope you guys really are enjoying this series, I know its a bit dark but it gets happier I promise! Enjoy the chapter xxx

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Allow me to send some love to some people who have shown some love to the series!

@lauren-novak @smileyishere92

@mvrylee @koitaxathetameidiot & anyone else who has enjoyed the series thus far!

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3rd Person pov

Cheers filled the bleachers as the lacrosse players ran in between the goals, each trying to score as many points as possible. (y/n) was stood amidst the crowd, cheering for her school team and for player fourteen, Isaac Lahey. The (h/c) haired girl looked around the field, casually sniffing the air every now and then for the scent of the Alpha. She had hoped he would show up but thus far, he hadn’t made an appearance.

(y/n) jumped when a large hand settled on her shoulder, the girl turned quickly to see a burly man with dark hair and green eyes. ‘Why are all the guys I meet here gorgeous?!’ She thought to herself. “Come with me.” He said sternly, his scent washing over her. Derek Hale.

(y/n) stood up and followed the man to a glade of trees, far from the bleachers. ‘Yeah (y/n), follow a strange yet very attractive man into the woods, this is probably not my best idea.’ She thought. They stopped behind a large oak tree and he turned to face her, his intense gaze burning into her eyes. “What are you and what are you doing here?” He asked angrily.

(y/n) sighed and looked at the grass, stuttering for an answer. The Alpha wolf lightly gripped the girl’s chin and lifted her head, “No, don’t look at the ground, look at me.” He continued, once again staring into the girl’s eyes, a dangerous glint in them. The girl once again sighed and looked at him.

“My name is (y/n), I refuse to tell you what I am, just know that I am more powerful than you are and I am here on personal business.” She told him defiantly, pulling away from his hand that was still gripping her chin. Derek huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Let me start over, its clear that you are here for a reason and as long as it isn’t to harm me or my pack I don’t care. Let me introduce myself,” He muttered, still angrily clenching his hand into a fist. “My name is-”

“Derek Hale,” (y/n) continued for him, “Son to Talia Hale, deceased, brother to Laura Hale, deceased and Cora Hale, missing. You are also the nephew of the previous Alpha, Peter Hale, deceased and the informal carer of Isaac Lahey now that his father is dead.” She finished with a straight face. The Alpha stood staring at the girl in shock, stuttering over his words and losing the sullen look on his face.

“H-how do you know that?!” He asked, once again returning to an angry presence, charging toward (y/n), grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the trunk of a tree. The girl in his grasp merely smirked and closed her eyes, disappearing from the strong hand around her throat and the tree, returning to the bleachers and continuing to cheer, only to realise that Number Fourteen had also disappeared.

Time Skip~

(y/n) ran to the parking lot at the end of the day after overhearing that Isaac had been taken into custody by the police. It might have been her first day but Isaac was the sweetest boy she had ever met and she wouldn’t have him going through the full moon on his own. Shoving the doors open only to realise that she was too late, the Sheriff’s car was already leaving the parking lot.

(y/n) looked to her side to see Scott McCall. Of course she remembered Scott, they were good friends growing up, but thanks to her glamour, the boy could hardly remember her. Any attempt to remember her had left him with a crippling headache. “What happened to Isaac?” She asked terrified. She already knew, but talking about it seemed natural.

Scott took the question, “His father was found dead and he is the number one suspect.” (y/n) looked shocked, even though she knew perfectly well what had happened. A black Camaro skidded to a halt in front of the two teens, Derek at the wheel, “Get in.” He ordered quickly, looking at the (h/c) girl specifically, nodding his head to the passenger seat.

(y/n) huffed, mumbling to herself as she walked around the car to climb into the passenger seat, the boy watching in confusion. “W-what is going on?” Scott muttered. Scott was watching the girl in confusion as she leaned against her hand.

“Are you serious? You did that, that’s your fault,” Scott told Derek angrily, still mad that Derek had turned Isaac.

Derek sighed and said, “I know. Now get in and help me.” (y/n) was still sat in the car, bored out of her mind at the conflict between the two werewolves. ‘My kind would have gotten this over and done with by now.’ The girl thought to herself.

“Whatever Jackson said to the cops?” Derek continued sullenly, “What’s in the house is worse, a lot worse.” ‘That was ominous,’ (y/n) thought, looking in curiosity at the older wolf. Derek returned the girl’s gaze and seemed almost bashful under it.

Scott piled into the Camaro and they sped off towards the Lahey house.

Time Skip~

Derek pushed open a door that led down to the Lahey’s basement, “What’s down there?” Scott asked, hesitant to go down there, as was (y/n).

“Motive,” Derek responded.

The two teens walked down the stairs slowly, Derek following behind them. “What am I looking for?” Scott asked, almost forgetting that (y/n) was their if it wasn’t for her intoxicating scent.

“You’ll find it, follow your senses.” Derek told him, watching (y/n) walk around the basement with no fear, running her hand along objects with her eyes closed. He was fascinated by the girl, he had never met any of her kind, that he was sure of.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, he had to remind himself that he was in fact a few years older than her. Even in the dark room she seemed to give off a slight glow, her (h/c) hair flowing down her back, shifting fluidly as she moved. Her (e/c) eyes glinted under the shallow lights of the room, making her look ethereal. The older wolf shook himself out of his stupor as Scott asked a question.

“What happened down here?” The boy asked in a whisper. The girl gasped all of a sudden, startling the two wolves. (y/n) could feel exactly what took place here, swiftly shouldering past the tall Alpha and running back upstairs with a hand covering her mouth, trying to silence her sobs.

“Seems that (y/n) has figured it out.” Derek told him, “Can you feel it?” He asked, to which Scott nodded. He was slightly confused that he couldn’t figure out something that a human could without his enhanced senses. “Think about how the sound of screaming can leave a tiny impression in the wood. Sweat left from fear. Saline from tears. In the walls, the floor,” Derek told the teen.

(y/n) pov

Tears slid down my cheeks for the first time in years, poor, poor Isaac. The cheerful boy I had come to be very fond of in the last twenty-four hours, had been treated terribly by his own father. Who knew we would have so much in common?

I crouched down against the wall, next to Scott’s and my bags, clutching my arms around myself. I breathed slow, deep breaths to try and calm myself down. I was startled by Scott’s phone ringing, realising that he wasn’t coming to answer it I took it upon myself.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hey,” It was Stiles, “Who’s this?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s (y/n),” I replied.

“(y/n)? What are you doing answering Scott’s phone?” He asked, clearly confused.

“Scott and Derek are a bit busy right now, so I thought I would answer it because the call could have been important.” I told him, explaining my actions the best I could. I already knew that Stiles was aware his best friend was Lycan.

“Derek!? You’ve met Derek!?” He yelled shocked, causing me to pull the phone from my ear to avoid hearing damage.

“Yes, I’ve met Derek, now what did you want Stiles?” I asked, my face still wet from tears.

“Right, uh, I have reason to believe that Isaac is in trouble at the station.” He said.

“What?” I asked shocked, “Okay, I’ll tell Scott and he’ll get back to you.” I told him, not waiting on a response before hanging up the call.

I ran to the basement, “Derek, Scott, Stiles just called and said he thinks that Isaac is in trouble at the police station,” I told them, worried. I tossed Scott his phone and was told to stay put for now by Derek.

“We need to make sure Scott is safe during the full moon,” He told me quietly, “Wait until someone comes here, either Stiles or his girlfriend. Be wary of her, she’s an Argent.” He spat the name with disgust as he prepared to leave, ordering Scott to also stay put.

“An Argent!? What’s he doing dating an Argent?” I whisper-shouted. I knew all about the Argents, they were renowned Hunters, most of them followed specific codes, but there were a few that went rogue.

“Don’t get me started,” He told me, running up the stairs faster than my human eyes could follow.

Time Skip~

3rd Person pov

Scott and (y/n) sat in the basement, so close that their knees were touching. Scott looked over at the girl next to him, her eyes were closed as she tried to avoid worrying about Isaac and Derek, her face had tear streaks across the cheeks and Scott resisted the urge to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.

The front door suddenly opened, startling the blushing boy to his feet and the girl opened her eyes once more. “Scott?” Allison called from upstairs, the (h/c) girl shot to her feet, excited to go and see Isaac.

“Bye Scott,” (y/n) muttered, giving him a quick hug out of childhood habits before sprinting up the stairs, past Allison and out of the front door. Scott was glued to the spot, the scent of the girl lingering on his clothes. At least Allison wouldn’t realise.

Police Station~

(y/n) ran through the station, past the reception and to the holding cells, following the werewolf scent of Isaac. She ran in to see Isaac confused and afraid in the corner of the room, Derek was getting ready to leave and Stiles was stood behind her gawking.

“Stiles, could you give us a minute,” (y/n) asked, once again not waiting for a response from the dazed boy, shutting the door and walking over to sit with Isaac.

“Isaac,” She spoke in a quiet, calming voice, trying her hardest to make him feel better. Her first full moon was difficult as well. The terrified werewolf looked at the girl he had come to know as his friend and shuffled closer to her.

(y/n) wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, his head laying in the crook of her neck, “I remember how difficult my first full moon was,” She whispered, watching in silence for the boy to catch on to her secret.

“You’re a werewolf?” He asked, innocently looking into her eyes. The (h/c) girl laughed and shook her head.

“Not quite, but I am supernatural, I can’t tell you what I am, but the moon does affect me.” She told him, opening the palm of her hand and revealing a dark flame.

The boy looked at her hand in awe.

The two teens remained snuggled together until Isaac returned to Derek under (y/n)’s watchful eye. Looking up at the full moon, (y/n) saw the night was nearly over and made her way to a place she wished she never had to go back to.

The cemetery was cold and dark as the teen walked through the headstones, walking with purpose to her family mausoleum, the place she herself had perished. A sigh left the girl’s tired body before she ducked under the yellow police tape and entered the rubble.

(y/n) looked down with a stoic face, knowing that in the rubble is the body of her younger self, a dark thing to think about but a thought nonetheless. The girl breathed deeply, closing her eyes and channelled the energy that had been consuming her body since the moon rose. When her eyes once again opened, they were a stunning cerulean.

Lifting her hands toward the sky and keeping her open eyes on the rubble, the destroyed mausoleum seemed to be reversing. Each piece and shard of the building rose into the air and slotted into its correct place, until the building was good as new.

“Phase one, complete.” (y/n) muttered.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I will let you guys guess what you are! I promise there will be more romance dispersed between other characters, not just Isaac, but he is one of my favourites! Let me know if you are enjoying the series and whether there is another character you want me to add! Thank you guys!

#teen wolf #x reader #teen wolf x reader #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #isaac lahey x reader #romance #love #cute #series #fanfiction #greek mythology #crossover #supernatural #scott mccall x reader

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Omg I love Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful. Can’t wait for next part x

Thank you so much! I'm working of part 3 at the moment so it should be out soon! I'm enjoying writing them so they should be out every other day, if not every day xx

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Masterlist~

I am only starting to write on Tumblr but I am seriously enjoying it, so I thought, to make my chapters easier to follow, I would create a master list to keep everything organised!

Key:

Ongoing Series: >

Completed Series: <

One-Shot: #

Fluff: ^

Angst: -

Smut: *

Teen Wolf~

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful >

(Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski & Isaac Lahey x reader)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 /

part 5 /

Balloons >

(Stiles Stilinski x reader)

part 1 /

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus~

Nico di Angelo:

Soulmate AU #^

Riverdale

Serpents and Flames

(Sweet Pea x Reader)

part 1

BNHA/MHA

Head Canons

Comforting their SO

#masterlist #teen wolf #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #derek hale #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #x reader #reader #oneshot #series

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ~ pt 2

So the reception of the first chapter was pretty good so I started writing the second part! I am hoping to drag this out as long as I can, hopefully making it a ten to twenty part series... Anyway, I hope you enjoy! xxx

part 1 /

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Ten Years Ago~

3rd Person pov

Happy giggles filled the garden as (y/n) sat watching the birds and the squirrels, smiling widely as they ran up to her and dropped nuts and berries on her lap. Creatures seemed to do this often with (y/n), as well as her mother (m/n). Residents of Beacon Hills would often see the pair walking around town or the park with big smiles on their faces, hands intertwined and a trail of woodland critters scuttling behind them.

Of course, it had been months since anyone had seen the two, (y/n) being taken out of public school early and (m/n) stuck in a hospital bed. “(y/n),” A calm voice was heard from inside the house, the little girl turned around, continuing to giggle as there was a sparrow nesting in her hair. “Lunch is ready sweetheart!” The (h/c) girl lifted her hand as the sparrow fluttered onto her finger, lifting her hand further, the bird then fluttered from her finger to the birdhouse before she ran into the house for lunch.

“Hi, Lissa!” (y/n) practically shouted as she rushed into the kitchen and into the arms of the awaiting Melissa McCall. The woman smiled and hoisted the girl into her arms. (y/n) was rewarded with a kiss on the forehead and a sandwich and the two of them watched as (y/n)’s father came through the front door, a grim look on his face.

“Dad!” The young girl cried, running up to her father and circling his legs. Her father tried to smile and looked over at Melissa with an even darker look. The woman covered her mouth in shock and realisation of the event that had transpired. Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her purse, stroked the girl’s hair, hugged the distraught widower and swiftly left the now broken household.

“Hi pumpkin,” (d/n) began shakily, holding his daughter close to his chest, “Come sit down darling, I need to tell you something.” He said, tears filling his eyes as he looked at his precious baby who looked so similar to his precious wife. His precious (m/n) who was due to be added to the (l/n) mausoleum in a week.

Present day~

3rd Person pov

The Library of Beacon Hills High School was quiet, for the most part. Other than the crowd of teenage boys trying to get a look at the new girl, the tall teen werewolf and said new girl and the two boys following her. Whilst (y/n) and Isaac huddled close in front of a textbook as he tutored her, Scott and Stiles were hiding behind nearby bookshelves trying to get a peek at the girl and compare her to some pictures they’d found.

“So, from the research I did,” Stiles began, trying his hardest to keep his voice from jumping in volume in his excitement, “Her mom died when she was five or six and then a few months later, her babysitter reported her missing. You’ll never guess who her babysitter was Scott.” The mentioned Beta was staring at the girl, wondering if she seemed familiar, he was also trying to ignore the odd anger bubbling inside him as he saw Isaac inching closer to her. Stiles sighed and finished, “Melissa McCall.”

“What?” Scott asked, rather loudly, causing a few students, including (y/n) to turn and look at them. The boys barely managed to hide behind the shelves. The attention eventually went away and Scott continued, “Why was my mom babysitting her? Why have I never heard of her?” He asked. Stiles jumped a bit and showed his friend the police report from his bag.

“Yeah, see here,” He said, pointing at some typed text, “Your mom was recorded and they took her statement as the last person to see her and the person who reported her missing, for a while, the cops actually thought it was her that did it.” Scott couldn’t believe it. His mother, his loving, caring mother, was a suspect in potential child abduction.

Ten Years Ago~

Sheriff’s Office

The young mother sat sobbing in a rigid chair, her knees were shaking and her son was sat in the waiting room, playing with Stiles and a few toys. “Melissa, you need to calm down,” The Sheriff told her, pressing record on a tape recorder. “I need you to calm down and talk to me, okay?” He asked, the terrified woman nodded and breathed slowly. “Okay, can you tell me exactly what you are reporting?” He asked.

“A m-missing child,” Melissa sputtered, “Maybe an ab-abduction.” She whispered.

The Sheriff wrote everything down in an official report, “Alright, were you the last one that saw her?” He asked.

Melissa continued shaking and began, “I-I’m not sure. I think so. Her dad was at work and I was watching (y/n). We watched television, had some dinner, read some books and then I put her to bed. Her dad came home so I went back to my house with Scott, who I had brought with me.” Her voice began to waver again as she looked out at her son, sat happily without a care in the world, the same way (y/n) had been not twelve hours ago.

The Sheriff nodded and asked, “So, other than Mister (l/n), you were the last to see the victim?” The weeping woman nodded, “Alright, did you see anything strange between (y/n) and her father? Or her father in general?” He asked, offering Melissa a box of tissues.

Melissa wiped her tears and, through sniffles and hiccups, tried to relay what she had seen recently. “Well, when (m/n) p-passed away, (y/n) became a bit quieter, she didn’t smile as much but was still... well (y/n). (d/n) was destroyed when his wife died, he became really secluded, he stopped going to work and locked himself in his office for days at a time, leaving (y/n) with me.”

Sheriff Stilinski continued noting everything down, thoughts running through his head, ‘I have a feeling I know who did this and it wasn’t sweet Melissa McCall.’ He thought. Melissa’s whimpers brought back his attention.

“I know that (d/n) went back and forth between the house and visiting (m/n) in the mausoleum, he’s refusing to take (y/n) with him though, saying it would hurt and confuse her. I’m sorry but can we finish this now,” She continued, looking over at Scott and Stiles, “I feel awful enough already.” Melissa looked down into her lap.

The Sheriff nodded and stood to open the door for her, watching as she and Scott left the station, leaving Stiles to play on his own. ‘He’s going to wind up getting bored and bugging me so I best finish this quick.’ He thought, walking back to his desk and continuing the recording.

“I think it is safe to say that Melissa McCall had nothing to do with this, she had a strong relationship with (y/n), there are many people who can testify for her. The top suspect needing to be questioned now is her father (d/n) (l/n). It struck many people as odd that he wasn’t the first to report his daughter missing, unless of course, he knows where she is.” He finished, pressing stop on the recorder, taking the tape and adding it to the evidence.

Present Day~

3rd Person pov

“Dude,” Scott said, after reading the transcript of what was recorded that day. He was shocked that his mother was so close to the girl, that he was supposed to remember her too, but he didn’t. Why couldn’t he remember her? He looked back over at the girl, holding her picture up to see the comparisons.

Their face shape was the same, same nose, eyes, smile. That gorgeous, bright smile. Scott shook his head, ‘I have a girlfriend!’ He thought, thinking about Allison. Allison, the girl he hadn’t been able to see in public because of who her family is. Her family could kill him. In fact, they wanted to and tried to. They could turn on him in the snap of a finger. He saw a side of Allison at the Hale house that he had never wanted to see. She was going to kill Derek. Derek might be an ass but he was still a living being.

Then there was this, new girl. She seemed to be something special, something... inhuman. He couldn’t quite figure out what she was, something he would talk to Derek about, but whatever she was, it was incredible. Allison, well she was just human. He still liked her, but he wasn’t sure if he still loved her.

(y/n) pov

“What?” I heard, looking up from the textbook to see the two boys from my first class duck behind some bookshelves. I raised a brow before looking back at the textbook I was sharing with Isaac. Being so close to him was driving me crazy. I knew he had some sort of connection to the Alpha, but Isaac was just a Beta, a Beta that had Derek Hale’s scent vaguely on him. I could smell Hale from the mausoleum that night. I needed to find him.

Anyway, I tuned back in to my study session with Isaac as he began running through things, “I still can’t believe you’ve never read Romeo and Juliet!” He chuckled, oh that laugh, that smile. “It’s a classic, basically, two families in the city of Verona Italy, they each have one child, Romeo and Juliet, they meet, fall in love and wind up in a forbidden romance.” He told me in a purposefully deep voice to be funny.

I laughed as he made kissy faces at me, “Well, I never really went to school, I was home-schooled.” I told him, a lie yes, but I doubt he could tell. As far as I know, he hasn’t been turned for that long, this may even be his first full moon tonight. I was excited to see what would happen, I knew what happened to me in the full moon, I grew more powerful because more people called upon my kind.

We quickly finished out study session, after getting some dirty looks from the librarian about being noisy. We packed our books away and stood to leave, “Hey,” Isaac began, suddenly switching from his impish grin to a bashful smile. How is he this cute!? “I have Lacrosse practice now, but would you maybe wanna come watch? Cheer me on?” He asked, hopeful. I smiled, maybe it would be nice to take a break from the plan right now.

If I’m lucky, Derek might be there and I can speak to him, he knows the feeling of being betrayed by family. I looked into deep blue eyes and smiled, “Yeah I’d love to!” I told him, wishing him luck with a peck on the cheek and walked off to my locker, leaving the poor boy smiling a goofy smile in the middle of the hall.

Ten Years Ago~

3rd Person pov

(d/n) held his daughter’s hand as they walked slowly to the cemetery, “Let’s go visit your mama,” He said to her, watching as her smile lit up the room. Tears began to drip down his face as he slipped his other hand into his pocket and clenched his fist around the mausoleum key, contemplating his next moves.

He sat in front of the mausoleum for a while, watching as (y/n) picked flowers to give to (m/n), she insisted that she would love them, he knew deep down that whilst she would love the flowers, she wouldn’t like what he was about to do.

He watched his little girl smiling as she picked daisies and dandelions, watched her (e/c) eyes sparkle, her eyes. He watched as her cheeks turned a rosy hue as she thought of her mother, her rosy cheeks. Watched as her smile faded when he took her hand and brought her into the mausoleum when she hadn’t finished picking flowers, her smile.

He listened as her precious little voice shrieked when the door shut behind her, her dad no where to be found as he was locking the mausoleum from outside. “Dad!” She cried, her father blinking tears down his sallow face as she kicked and scratched the doors.

“Papa!” She screamed even louder, her eyes becoming used to the darkness to see the coffins surrounding her. She shook her head rapidly, refusing to believe what had just happened. Her dad would never do this, he’ll be back for her. Tears streamed down her now pale cheeks as she cried harder and louder until her throat hurt.

“Dad!!!”

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I hope you guys liked this instalment! Exciting news, when I was writing this chapter, I got my first re-blog! Thank you so much to @originalwitchsworld for re-blogging!

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