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invisible-storyteller · 2 months

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The dark spot

Boyd & Theo & Malia (~1300 words, gen) Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents March Character of the Month: Vernon Boyd

"You know, my sister loved M&Ms. She used to hide them from me like the greedy little rat that she was."

"I don't care."

Maybe Theo's anecdote wasn't specifically aimed at him, but it was a bit over the top for everyone to suddenly fall silent. He had stated what most of them had been thinking anyway, and Malia and Stiles sure seemed amused by his blunt remark. The two had questioned Theo's invitation to their regular pack nights as much as Boyd did, and it was about time that somebody had said something.

"I wasn't talking to you," Theo dismissed him with months' worth of practice, nothing but a cursory glance spared in Boyd's way. The chimera would have resumed his conversation with Liam (who was protectively cradling the bag of candy) had Boyd been able to ignore all the pent-up rage that was leaking abruptly through the years-old cracks.

"I don't care. We can all hear you talk about your sister like you have no respect for her memory," Boyd lashed out, tone cold and measured, "You don't have the right to mention her. You killed her."

There was a collective head turn towards Theo's way to gauge his reaction, and although the tension was foreboding in the room, the answer came sooner than Scott could interject.

"Excuse me, I haven't noticed you were the dumb one in the pack," Theo sneered with a fake, malicious smile, "If you haven't noticed, that's exactly why I do it, genius. It's called a reminder. I do it so I won't forget that I'm the reason why she's not sitting here, right now, with us."

It was an unexpected confession, hidden under layers of mockery, anger and condescension, and much like the others, Boyd couldn't formulate a response to that. Liam quickly changed the topic, but the distraction couldn't erase Theo's words from his mind, and the echo of his bitter honesty sat with Boyd for days.

***

Theo reasonably gave him the side eye when Boyd volunteered to stand guard with him. The rest of the pack was less than thrilled, too, but Boyd couldn't join their infiltration for fear of being recognized by the hunters who had previously kidnapped him, so in the wake of a brief deliberation, the pair was eventually left outside to warn of any arriving back-up.

"I know you just want to keep an eye on me," Theo turned to him as soon as the others were inside.

Boyd didn't reply but that was in itself a confirmation.

"Silent treatment, my sister was a master of it."

"How is it so easy for you?" Boyd asked, judgment and envy audible in his puzzlement.

"It's not," The chimera said flatly, and then tore his eyes away to scan their surroundings for any suspicious shadows or sounds.

The majority of the hunters were supposed to be at the cover-up peace negotiation with Scott, but you can never be too careful, especially when dealing with the brain-washed followers of a cult so well-established.

"My sister disappeared 8 years ago," Boyd admitted surly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he added: "It was my fault."

Theo stared at his side profile, stunned and calculating. He probably couldn't place Boyd's seemingly unbidden need to share something so personal with him of all people.

"We were ice skating when I lost sight of her."

"That's not the same," Theo barked, a tinge of irritation seeping into the harsh words.

"I know." Boyd didn't want to admit that the difference between them made him feel just a tad bit better about himself, but he had a hunch that Theo could read it on his face anyway. "But I'm the reason she isn't here today."

Theo wisely digested that information without a peep and only voiced his thoughts once his eyes were making another round over their vicinity.

"You were just a kid."

"So were you," Boyd pointed out, the similarity hard-hitting and not easy to swallow.

Theo didn't have a comeback to that, but thankfully, they soon saw the others approach with a dozen newly freed werecreatures in tow.

***

"What are you doing?! Boyd! BOYD!"

Malia's shout fell on deaf ears as he ran back into the crossfire where Theo had taken a bullet for him and was now lying against a tree, waiting to be found by a ragtag group of hunters. As soon as he had a hold of the chimera, Boyd tossed a grunting Theo over his shoulder and carried him to where Malia was still sitting in the car and screaming at them to hurry.

She hadn't taken off.

They drove straight to the animal clinic, and when Theo was properly knocked out by the pain that accompanied the healing process, Malia cornered him outside with one simple question.

"Why?"

Boyd shrugged, his reticent attitude not pacifying Malia in the slightest.

"We all could have died."

"We're pack," Boyd countered, but his statement lacked belief. He opted for a stronger argument then: the truth. "And I won't be responsible for the loss of another person, even if it's someone like Theo. I don't want that blood on my hand."

Malia's eyes glazed over in response as if she had temporarily drifted away from the present. They weren't as close as to discuss family history, but everyone was aware of Malia's story in their friend group and it didn't take much guessing to know which moment Malia was currently reliving in her head. Boyd perfectly understood the loneliness of guilt because despite having had his parents at his side, they didn't like talking about Alicia, and the beta wasn't keen on opening that particular wound for Derek.

And anyway, it wasn't like Boyd couldn't feel his parents' rightful rage whenever they remembered that they used to have two children instead of one.

"You had a sister, too," Malia spoke after a short while.

"She disappeared."

The word had become a lifeline to him over the years - the faintest ember of hope. Disappeared.

"You're not like Theo," Malia told him then because she was clever enough to make the connection between fear and action. She also made another observation - one that Boyd had been expecting. "You're not like me, either."

"You didn't want your sister dead. Unlike him," Boyd emphasized, even though his words could never truly lift the weight off her heart. He knew that from experience.

"Doesn't make me any less guilty."

They both looked in the direction of the door where Scott's face appeared, informing them that Theo was fully healed and awake now (and probably checking on them), before slipping back inside.

"We need this pack," Boyd stated once it was just the two of them, and understood only in that moment the importance of forgiveness, "Otherwise, we have to survive on our own. And I'm not gonna be alone again."

***

Theo threw a pile of documents onto the table just as the others began to filter out of the loft.

"What is this?" Boyd asked, his voice steady even while his stomach clenched upon reading the name at the front.

"Stiles got us the police reports. It's a start."

"We're gonna find out what happened to your sister," Malia explained, and Boyd thought it strange to see her stand beside Theo without her claws at his neck, but then considered that maybe Malia didn't want to be alone either.

"We?"

"The three of us," Theo clarified with the subtlest uncertainty.

"She's probably dead."

"Look, Boyd. I know what it's like when you can't put her memory to rest," Malia confessed, arms defensively crossed in front of her chest but her eyes open and eager all the same. "So even if she is, wouldn't it be better to know for sure?"

Boyd looked at Theo, realized that the other boy was most likely doing this for his own peace of mind, and found that it didn't really matter. They all had this dark spot on the crumpled papers of their past, and maybe, with a bit of luck, they could turn a fresh page.

Together.

"Alright. Who's driving?"

#twrp character of the month #vernon boyd #malia tate #theo raeken #original: teen wolf fanfic #boyd & theo #malia & boyd

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kaykayow · 21 days

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I know I did this before but second movie idea for teen wolf I’d Stiles was there (short):

Stiles is desperate and upset about Lydia and how his life’s going so he goes and finds the Nogitsune. He lets it go and it possesses him once more then yeah. Or it just goes and possesses someone else and he has to go to Scott and them to solve it.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #tw #scott mccall #lydia martin #derek hale #dylan o'brien #fanfic #kira yukimura #liam dunbar #sheriff stilinski #malia tate #teen wolf the movie

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spaceangst · 2 months

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a cure for death chapter 4 drop:

5. the waves all move as one

He stares at the cadaver in front of him, no longer faceless and heartless, but bleeding. Green spills from the heart.

The heart the Biochemist first plunged the scalpel into.

The rules have changed.

read it here

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th30ra3k3n · 9 months

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malia and theo being siblings is something so personal to me.

#malia tate #theo raeken #malia and theo #theo x malia #theo being peter’s adopted son just does something to me #thiam #thiam is endgame #theo raeken x liam dunbar #thiam aesthetic #thiam angst #thiam fanfic #thiam playlist #liam dunbar #theo x liam

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colbybrocksantidote · 13 days

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AHHHHHHHH

I CANT. I FUCKING LOVE THEM. THEY’RE SO FUCKING HOT! 🥵😩

ALSO HE FR SLAYEDDD CHELLA!! GAH DAMN!!

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loganwritesprobably · 1 year

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The Hale Family

So, as someone who is an avid enjoyer of all Hales, particularly the Hale men, and is a writer, naturally their wider family comes up when I write. Anywhere between ten and fourteen people died in the Hale fire, not all Werewolves but presumably all family. That is a big ass family.

So, I did what Jeff Davis’s clown lookin’ coward ass couldn’t and I made the full Hale family, further extended family pending because I have too much free time.

Also, they even have birthdays, death dates, and birth years. Fuck you, Jeff.

I won’t be covering Derek, Cora or Malia in particular detail, just giving some basics, because otherwise this post would be.. even longer than it already is.

This took so damn long so.. enjoy

(This timeline works under the assumption that season 6B, when Scott and co are eighteen, takes place in the year 2013, and fuck you all the Hales lived and got to see their full potential so they can have actual personalities.)

Lillian and Lincoln Hale (Emma Thompson and Eric Roberts)

Lillian, she/her, straight. Born Werewolf.

Lincoln, he/him, straight. Bitten Werewolf.

Lillian’s birthday - July 20th, 1943. Cancer.

Lincoln’s birthday - December 27th, 1940. Capricorn.

Lillian’s death - October 12th, 1997.

Lincoln’s death - March 23rd, 2004.

Lillian lived until Peter, the youngest of five siblings, was fourteen years old and then died. She was the Alpha until her death, and at this point her eldest daughter Talia inherited the spark.

Lillian could’ve been a chef, but she chose to remain at home to care for her gaggle of pups, and later their grandchildren. She loved poetry, and that’s one of the reasons she fell in love with her husband, who was an amateur poet. She loved all of her children equally, or so she said, but everyone knew that Peter was her favourite. He was so much younger than his siblings, so truly they didn’t mind.

Lillian was a Cancer, the mother of the zodiac. She was very maternal, to any and all members of the pack, even those who were older or weren’t family. She argued this was because she was the Alpha, but Lincoln said it was just her nature. He loved that about her.

Lillian died just a short while before her youngest son turned sixteen. She was aged fifty-four. When she died, she was holding her son, who had skipped school that day to be close to her.

Lincoln was not as soft as his wife; he was firmer with his children but still rarely denied them things. He was passionate about education and wanted all of his children to excel in their chosen field, never wanting to pressure them into something they hated. You cannot succeed fully in something that you hate. He loved literature, particularly poetry, and nature. He was elated to move into the pack house when he married Lillian.

Lincoln was a Capricorn, the zodiac that thirsts for knowledge with his birthday on December 27th and was born in the year 1940. He never got a chance to go to university as a young man as he came from a lower-class family than his wife but if it had been an option, he would’ve done it online later in life.

Lincoln died aged sixty-four. Talia had been the closest to her father and it was her that organised his funeral, though it was a family decision to bury him beside his wife.

Talia and Nathaniel Hale (Alicia Coppola and Skeet Ulrich)

Talia, she/her, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Nathaniel, he/him, heterosexual (Talia-sexual). Bitten Werewolf.

Talia’s birthday - February 18th, 1963. Aquarius.

Nathaniel’s birthday - March 30th, 1963. Aries.

Their anniversary - December 26th. They’ve been married for twenty-nine years.

Talia was prepared for a long time to become the Alpha. Unlike many hunter families, Werewolf packs are generally not matriarchal, and neither are the Hales, instead the responsibility of becoming Alpha is given to the eldest born of the current Alpha. This is only not done in rare circumstances such as the eldest dying before becoming Alpha, the eldest being younger than eighteen when the current Alpha dies, or them nominating a younger sibling as a ‘better fit’ for the role. Talia had none of these happen.

She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be the Alpha, she had a good political career ahead of her that she didn’t want to give up. Then, her husband Nathaniel (who her siblings swear up and down is her soulmate) pointed out that she could have both. He was there for her to lean on when things got hard, as the partner of the Alpha, and plenty of women were excellent mothers while having thriving careers. So, she did both.

Talia was the mayor of Beacon Hills for many years and was well loved by her community. She invested family wealth into the town, making sure the community was not lacking in what it needed, never shying away from hard truths when it came to her work.

Nathaniel married into the Hale family because he loved Talia with every piece of himself. When she told him about Werewolves, he hadn’t missed a beat. The night she told him was the night that he told her that he loved her. He became a Werewolf himself shortly after Talia became the Alpha. They were both thirty-four at the time.

Nathaniel loves Talia because she’s intelligent, a problem solver, he is sure there will never be an issue in their lives that she cannot overcome. Talia loves Nathaniel because he’s grounded and calm, and he has silly quirks that make her laugh like his personal vendetta against green beans.

The couple began having children quite quickly. They were high school sweethearts, went to the same college, and once they had both graduated, they began trying for children immediately. It took a while, and in retrospect they were glad because it gave them time to settle more into their careers, and Laura was born in 1986, when the two were twenty-three. Derek followed in ‘88 and Cora in ‘95, the couple aged twenty-five and thirty-two respectively.

Mae and Stuart Hale (Adelaine Morin and Andrew Walker)

Mae, she/her, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Stuart, he/him, pansexual. Human.

Mae’s birthday - September 22nd, 1969. Libra.

Stuart’s birthday - July 3rd, 1965. Cancer.

Their anniversary - February 11th. They’ve been married for twenty-one years.

Mae was the sort of person who could never quite be categorised. She was a social floater, never restricted herself to one interest or social group, tried everything that she could (and given that they were well off, that was plenty of things). She loved her twin brother dearly, but she needed more than family. She couldn’t be entertained by them anymore, not like the could as a kid, and that was nobody’s fault.

She got along with all of her siblings, though wasn’t particularly close with Peter. Again, nobody’s fault, they were just too different. Peter preferred to be calm, stationary, and relaxed, where Mae loved to be on the move, experiencing new things and amped up with adrenaline. The ADHD to his Autism.

Mae met Stuart while hiking. Stuart is the outdoors-y type, and likes anything and everything nature. When she told him about the Supernatural, he took it in stride in a way that no other family addition had (other than, of course, Brooke - who was Supernatural herself). Stuart is a very relaxed man when he isn’t enjoying nature, and he loves how passionate his wife is. They balance each other.

Stuart loves the little things, like playing Lego with his kids and going out on warm days to paddle in the creek that runs through the preserve. He makes sure to track the wildlife in the preserve, not wanting his Wolfy family to accidentally ruin the ecosystem. They assure him that this is unnecessary, but he enjoys it.

George Hale (Jared Padalecki)

George, he/him, biromantic, asexual. Born Werewolf.

George’s birthday - September 22nd, 1969. Libra.

Growing up, George and Mae were practically inseparable, and it was George that changed that. He watched as she changed, becoming less like him, and decided she would be better off with different friends, friends that were more like her and weren’t family members. Sometimes he regrets it, since he was a little lonely in school after that, but he knows it helped her thrive and so he’s also glad that he made the choice. They continued to be close despite the change, which he was glad for.

He’s kind of the black sheep of his siblings (though this did rub off on Peter in his younger years, just a little), with a more alternative style and taste in music, particularly as a teenager and in his 20s. He grew out of that when he had Iris, at least on the outside, though she was raised on rock music.

George wanted children much more than he wanted a partner. He didn’t much care for settling down with someone for the rest of his life, and as much as he understood the appeal and appreciated how happy his siblings were, it just wasn’t for him. But he did want a child. Enter his friend, who wanted to be a surrogate. Money wasn’t a problem for George, so they found the best doctor for the procedures and less than a year later, he had his little girl.

Celia and Brooke Hale (Claire Holt and Kylie Bunbury)

Celia, she/her, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Brooke, she/her, lesbian. Wendigo.

Celia’s birthday - February 22nd, 1977. Pisces.

Brooke’s birthday - January 8th, 1975. Capricorn.

Their anniversary - July 22nd. They’ve been married for eighteen years.

Celia and Brooke never truly grew up. Celia was always the most energetic and bubbly of her siblings, which absolutely rubbed off on her nieces. The family sometimes joke that they must all have gotten the giggly gene that their aunt has. It’s always been Celia that would be first to volunteer to play with the pups, happy to get muddy or covered in glitter if it would make them happy. The only person who would challenge her for that title would be Peter, but ‘he has a reputation to maintain’.

Brooke was everything that Celia wanted in a life partner. There had been some difficult conversations when Brooke had first met the other Hales because of her species, but after that she had been accepted as if she was a ‘Wolf like the rest of them.

Celia hates the colour yellow and hates her wife for loving the colour yellow. Brooke loves the colour yellow, and loves tormenting her wife with it even more. They’re the most publicly affectionate couple of the Hales, and the locals love them. Celia works in the elementary school with the youngest kids, so lots of moms know her and while the odd one or two are intolerant, generally they love her and love knowing she’s teaching their children to be caring and gentle. Brooke is a private nurse, working specifically with the Supernatural. While some refuse to see her because she’s a Wendigo, many of her clients like her and it’s good for local relations. The Hale pack has the confidence of all Wendigos, within a couple hundred miles. It’s nice. It feels like family.

Peter Hale (Ian Bohen)

Peter, he/him, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Peter’s birthday - October 27th, 1981. Scorpio.

Peter loves his family dearly, considering himself to be a family man (though he’d never admit it out loud). His best friend growing up was his big sister Celia, and he admired his eldest sister Talia to no end. Mae helped him gain control over his shift and George had taught him how to fight, just in case. Peter went on to become the left hand of the Hale pack.

He was sixteen when he met Corinne, known often by her title of the Desert Wolf. She was a Werecoyote, significantly older than him. He felt special. This is when his daughter Malia was conceived. For a time, Corinne had been content with Peter under her thumb, protected by the power of the Hale pack, or so she thought. When Talia found out, she berated the woman, but Peter’s dedication allowed Corinne to stay. When Malia took half of her power, Corinne fled with her tail between her legs leaving Peter and his siblings to raise Malia to the best of their ability, even while Peter was still in school.

Peter hasn’t bothered with a long-term relationship since Corinne, too absorbed by his duties to his pack, his work obligations and making sure that his daughter has everything that she could ever want. Giving gifts is one of his love languages.

Laura Hale (Meghan Ory)

Laura, she/her, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Laura’s birthday - June 5th, 1986. Gemini.

Laura grew up with the knowledge that one day she would become the Alpha of her pack, which was shaping up to be... kind of huge. It was a little bit overwhelming, and it worried her sometimes. She was glad to have her brother. Laura, of course, had other friends, but none of them knew about the Supernatural which meant she couldn’t really talk about the stresses that came with being the eldest child of the Alpha. But she could tell Derek.

They weren’t best friends, Peter held that spot for Derek, but they were very close and helped each other with schoolwork, Laura drove Derek home from school when she had a car, but he didn’t, she went to all of his basketball games. They were very close.

Laura loved skincare and flowers; her room was covered in as many plans as she could fit on each surface while still allowing them to grow. Later in life, she began working on her own skincare line, comfortable enough from their family fortune to open up a business and Derek was her unfortunate test subject.

Laura had a very close friend in high school with a boy called Josh. He was a bit of a man whore and had managed to have sex with just the right people to find out about the Supernatural by accident. This made them even closer, even if he couldn’t quite understand. They had gotten very close, she would even dare to say that they had fallen in love, but then a girl that Josh was friends with after sleeping with her became pregnant. He was a good man, only eighteen when he promised to be around to care for his child, but that meant when Laura went to college, they lost contact entirely. She misses him sometimes still.

Derek Hale (Tyler Hoechlin)

Derek, he/him, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Derek’s birthday - November 7th, 1988. Scorpio.

Cora Hale (Adelaide Kane)

Cora, she/her, lesbian. Born Werewolf.

Cora’s birthday - August 9th, 1995. Leo.

Lucy Hale (Maia Mitchell)

Lucy, she/her, bisexual. Born Werewolf.

Lucy’s birthday - April 29th, 1989. Taurus.

Lucy is kind of anti-social. She got along well with her cousins, happy to be around them, but was never really interested in their rowdy activities. She was a Werewolf like the others, but was more comfortable with Iris as she was human and so had to be careful to avoid being hurt. Often, they would sit together while the others wrestled or played tag with no shoes on.

Lucy didn’t have many friends at school, mostly choosing to keep her head down and get on with things, though she got along well with her teachers. Her best subjects were always maths based (mathematics, physics, engineering) but she never bothered with college. She didn’t need to work, so she wasn’t too worried about higher education. Not to say that she does nothing, of course she does find ways to occupy her time and earn money, but not through conventional means. She also does a lot of volunteering, mostly with the elderly or the homeless. They’re calm, and nice to talk to.

Lucy is the mentally ill one of the younger generation, (maybe excluding poor Derek), suffering with both anxiety and depression, but nobody at home ever lets her sink too far, always there to pull her back and make sure that she’s taking care of herself, even if that just means sitting on the floor in her room while they work so she isn’t alone.

Charlie Hale aka Jackson Whittemore (Colton Haynes)

Jackson, he/him, bisexual. Human.

Jackson’s birthday - June 15th, 1995. Cancer.

Jackson is a human. His mother is a Born Werewolf, but his father is human, and he gets the genetic short end of the stick.

The way I use Jackson’s story here varies based on whether I like Talia for the story. If I decide I can make Talia a bad person, I write that she gave Jackson up for adoption because he was human rather than a Werewolf. If not, Mae and Stuart either died as Jackson’s parents did in canon (car crash, though significantly more Supernatural) or Mae was young when she had Jackson, too young, and he was given up (in this situation, he would be older rather than Lucy). There are various other more outlandish ideas (the Whittemores are hunters that kidnapped Jackson to ‘save’ him) but those are my main ones.

If he’s going to be growing up with the Hales, then he is effectively the same as he is in canon, though with significantly less insecurity. Think young Derek. A little full of himself, still a little arrogant, but his desire for success is driven by competition with intelligent cousins and wanting praise (though he’ll get it regardless because his parents love him), this means if he was given the bite, he would simply become a Werewolf.

Jackson Hale is less emotionally constipated, and more affectionate. He would treat Lydia better, treat Danny better (probably also realise that Danny knows about the Supernatural, maybe even be the one to tell him), and just be an all-around better person. Standard douche still, sure, but not as bad as he was.

Iris Hale (Anna Cathcart)

Iris, she/her, bisexual. Bitten Werewolf.

Iris’s birthday - May 16th, 1993. Taurus.

Iris was conceived in a lab then implanted into her biological mother. She was born a human, because her mother was one, and so grew up cherished. Her father loves her dearly, she was always a little spoiled but thankfully it never got to her head too much. George offered to introduce her to her mother a few times, since after Iris had been born, she’d moved town (for unrelated reasons), but Iris had declined saying that he was all she needed.

Iris is an artist. She is happy to engage in any form of art really, but her favourites are pottery and creative writing. She works as an editor for a small publishing company, and she loves it, mostly working from home and on her own time as long as she meets her deadlines.

She has the bubbly gene that Celia has, seeing the joy in everything that happens, always the one to find the silver lining and people say that it’s contagious. She’s the first person to comfort family when they’re down and is very family oriented.

Iris got the bite from her aunt Talia after she got sick one year. It was only normal winter illness, but she’d gotten one after the other and her immune system was hugely struggling, her doctors warning her to be careful, lest she get sick again, because next time it would be much more dangerous. She got the bite not long later, making her immune to illness.

Sophie Hale (Marsai Martin)

Sophie, she/her, bisexual. Human.

Sophie’s birthday - December 8th, 1992. Sagittarius.

Sophie is the typical ‘basic girl’ type. She’s adopted, and human, and never particularly cared for getting the bite. She doesn’t need that to win against her cousins in a fight. Sophie is a big fan of going to the gym, and when she started going, she went with Derek. He was already more experienced with exercise, having done basketball for years, and he could stop people from staring (not that she couldn’t do that herself, but he had that look that made guys back off). Now she can confidently say, as long as a guy isn’t Supernatural, she can make him back up.

Though, she isn’t just a gym girl, Sophie also loves going clubbing. She’s been drinking since before she was old enough to do so because she could and growing up with Werewolves meant they often forget you aren’t immune like they are. Now, she loves getting dressed up with her girls, sometimes with her cousins too, and going out to Sinema, or sometimes even Jungle, and just having some fun and letting loose.

For work, she just does something perfectly mundane. She works as a receptionist, but she works as a receptionist at a smaller independent B&B. They get people who stop there just overnight as they’re passing through and couples sometimes too - probably having affairs. Originally, she’d applied to various places for similar but better paid positions, but then when a friend mentioned that she worked at the shitty B&B and sometimes worried she would get hurt, Sophie got a job there for herself. Now, she’s also technically security, and she loves it.

Malia Tate (Hale) (Shelley Hennig)

Malia, she/they, panromantic, asexual. Werecoyote.

Malia’s birthday - February 10th, 1997. Aquarius.

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missameliep · 26 days

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @lorirwritesfanfic ☺️ and please ignore how long it took for me to reply Your WIPs are so amazing! I can't wait to read them!

I'm sharing two WIPs of mine:

1. Untitled Wake the Dead one-shot based on a prompt sent by @jerzwriter - pairing: Malia Jones (MC) x Troy Hassan

Being chased triggered Malia’s brain in survival mode. Adrenaline and pure will make her muscles climb another set of stairs and the next one. No amount of exercise at the colony could have prepared her for this. Breathe, she reminds herself, breathe. Dashing up, Malia reaches the next flight of stairs, barely catching a glimpse of the number six lying on the floor. Six. That’s the number of arrows shot and undead put to rest for good before a blur in her peripheral vision obfuscated everything. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs and her body landed on a pile of debris. A sharp pain on her right arm didn’t stop her from kicking it back, making the decayed corpse reel back, and allowing enough space for the metal tip of the arrow to sunk deep into an eye socket and exit through the back of the drone’s head. Her brain didn’t register getting up or running. Next thing she remembers is the bang of the heavy metal door against the wall when she dashed, hisses and snarls following too close... Heart pounding in her ears, almost muffling the sound of her own steps and those of her chasers, she climbs another set of stairs. She can’t keep going three steps at once, but slowing down in not an option either... Faint growls and dragging of feet echo bellow. There is no need to turn around to know she’s gained on them and is out of reach of the horde. At least for now. Tenth floor. Ten. That’s how many days passed since they barely survived the surge.

2. Stargaze (working title) - Wake the Dead oneshot / pre-book's events

After skipping classes and playing dares half the day, they found themselves lurking in the hallway, trying to catch glimpses of the small room the guards lounged between their shifts. “You sure that’s the key?” Troy pointed at a large key dangling from one of the key holders at the back wall. “Positive,” Malia whispered. “I saw De Luca taking that one.” “Ok.” He watched the movement inside for another moment and motioned for her to retreat. Leaning his back against the wall, Troy tipped his head up, looking at a flickering lamp while contemplating a plan. Just a few inches away, Malia did the same, mimicking his position. Without looking at her, he instructed, “I’ll sneak in there and you stay here.” “Of course. It’s my dare, you got to work for it.” “Why you want this anyway?” She chewed on her lower lips, then smiled. “Stars.” “What?” His eyes darted to her face, and she averted her gaze, suddenly interested in her worn sneakers decorated with many colorful doodles. “I want to see the real stars. And the observation deck in the top is… perfect for that.” “And what’s in there for me, Jones?”

Tagging: @princess-geek @noesapphic @aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter @lilyoffandoms (feel free to ignore)

#wip wednesday #choices fanfic #wtd fanfic #troy hassan #malia jones #troy hassan x malia jones #choices wake the dead #wake the dead

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allisonslover · 1 year

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chapter two: the dead parent club!

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: language, slight references to nightmares and a car crash but nothing too graphic

It was late in the night, an alarmed Max after bursting into his cousin's room to see if they had both heard the ear-splitting noise from outside. They could rule Melissa out as the culprit, the nurse after leaving for a late night shift not too long ago.

That was what led the pair to creep into Jade's room, grimacing as she stirred, the light from the hallway shining into her room. They were most definitely going to have a riot on their hands in the morning, the girl always being moody until she got a coffee in her at the best of times. They were already mentally preparing for the scolding they were about to get for waking her up but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Max and Scott squabbled silently, both backing away from the bed as they fought over who would wake her. Max smiled triumphantly, tilting his head after shoving his cousin ahead of him. If someone was going to be beaten with a pillow, it wasn't going to be him. He had learnt that lesson too many times to make the same mistake.

Jade woke with a jolt, scream muffled by her pillow as she screwed her body in on itself, trying to make a shield to protect her from the splinters of glass that were flying through the car.

"Calm down, it's just me!" Scott whispered gently, flicking on the lamp on her bedside table in hopes of bringing her back to her senses. To be fair, that was their fault; they should have known not to wake her so suddenly, especially when she was suffering from nightmares so frequently.

"Sorry," Max muttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he flopped onto the bottom of the bed, getting a light kick as he sat on her feet. Yeah, thinking back on it, it wasn’t a great idea.

"What the hell is wrong with you two? What time is it?" she asked groggily, burying her head back into her pillow as her heart rate eventually slowed to a normal place. God, what was it with people sneaking up on her? It seemed to happen too often, making her on edge even when she was asleep. It was like the twins couldn't catch a break recently. Well, they could never really catch a break to begin with, it was just getting worse lately.

"It's only twelve," Scott shrugged nonchalantly as if he was usually up at this time on the first day back to school. He had tried to get to sleep, honestly he had, but the nerves and excitement made him restless, no matter how many meditation podcasts he listened to (and trust him, he had listened to a lot of those, even the ones with white noise, brown noise, pink noise, the whole shebang).

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at this godforsaken hour, or I swear, I’m gonna crack up," she hissed furiously, voice muffled from her face still being delved into the pillow. She refused to move from the warmth and comfort of her bed until she was given an explanation she deemed compulsory, although she could gradually feel the sleep start to slip from her body.

"I think there's someone outside, we heard a bang," Scott rambled, eyes widening for emphasis. If she could hurry up and come with them before an intruder broke in, stabbing them all in the process, it would be a great help. "We want you to come with us."

"Remind me, how does this affect me again?" she queried, recoiling away from the bright flashlight that was being shone directly in her eyes. She was seriously going to kick them down the stairs one of these days. The four walls of her jail cell would finally give her some peace. Hey, she might even be able to get some sleep!

"Because it could be a murderer. And if I died you would miss me so much because I'm your favourite cousin," Scott argued his point, nodding along, giving Max a high-five behind his back when she sat up.

His short speech seemed to have worked, the girl begrudgingly forcing herself to her feet, slipping on a pair of trainers, glaring daggers over her shoulder all the same. The string of curse words she muttered under her breath showed she wasn't happy, yet she was coming with them, which was the main thing. "Scott, you're my only cousin," she sighed, throwing on a flannel shirt over her pyjamas. It was destined to be cold outside; spring in California was never the warmest.

Max shared a short-lived glance with his sister as she passed, discreetly nodding as he followed the pair out onto the landing. He wouldn't have woken her up unless he was genuinely worried that someone was outside.

"That's why you'd miss me the most, right, Max?" Scott slammed the door closed behind him. God, the twins wondered if sometimes he momentarily forgot that he had neighbours. What they were more surprised about was that the McCalls hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. Hey, there was still plenty of time left for that.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night," he rolled his eyes playfully, cracking his knuckles anxiously. He could already tell that Scott was about to quip back a sarcastic joke, their teasing cut short when another crash sounded from outside— this time a lot closer than the last.

The teenagers' eyes shifted nervously between the three of them, wondering who was going to be the sacrifice if it came down to it. Logically, it would have been Jade, considering she was the slowest when it came to running. Although, if she pushed one of the others back— every man for themselves and all that jazz—, she would probably have a higher chance of getting out alive.

Scott motioned for the others to follow him down the stairs, running a hand down the banister to maintain his balance. Jade shoved her phone into her jacket pocket, after grabbing it off her nightstand. She had seen too many horror movies to leave it behind; that was a rookie mistake that the characters made. What if they got kidnapped and needed to send someone their location? Okay, they would kinda be fucked, considering Melissa was the only other phone number that she had from this stupid town. Although she loved her aunt dearly, god the woman didn't have a clue how to use technology.

"Are you seriously going towards the noise?” Max hissed, mouth agape as he waved his hands about. See, this was a prime example of why he was going to start forcing Scott to watch horror movies. Whenever someone went to investigate, they always died, and that was a fact. In his opinion, he'd much rather hide under the covers and pretend he'd never heard anything until it went away. It seemed like the safer option— the less stupider one, anyway.

Scott shushed his cousin, tightening his hold on the wooden banister. He had to know what— or who— was outside, otherwise he had no chance of getting to sleep tonight. Grabbing the baseball bat that he kept beside his back door, he raised it up as if prepared for battle. He knew it wasn’t a weapon that would do the most damage, but a quick swing to the face or the groin and they’d go down like a sack of potatoes.

Jade held her hand out slightly beside her, ignoring the look that she received from her brother. It was merely an instinct by now, magic being a part of her since she was born. Even though her powers weren't working how she wanted right now, that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to help. Besides, it was only a backup plan, in case they really were being attacked. If all came to all, she could just fire as many spells as she could and hope for the best. It would be hard to explain that away, but it was the best plan she had right now.

The McCall boy and Pierce twins stampeded onto the patio, screaming as something fell from the oak tree that resided just outside of the patio, swinging in front of them. Hanging upside down from the tree was the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

Max and Jade hadn't seen him in roughly a year, the same amount of time they hadn't seen Scott in. After arriving at Beacon Hills, there hadn't been a lot of spare time to visit friends they hadn't seen in a while. There were more important things to do, such as planning a funeral for two thirty-four-year-olds.

Stiles had changed a lot, one of the only noticeable consistency’s being his terrible sense of fashion (which wasn't that big of a shocker.) Since his mom had died, he had kept his hair at a short-ish length because she adored it like that, but now he had a buzzcut, something that took it to a whole new level of commitment.

"What the hell are you doing!" Scott screamed at his best friend, firing the baseball bat to the ground in a temper. Thank the heavens his mom was at work or they would have been grounded before the spring semester had even begun.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles shouted back, voice cracking halfway through his sentence. It took a second for it to register that there were other people with Scott, eyes finding the twins, who were awkwardly standing by the back door. "I completely forgot you were here, sorry!" he was fighting a losing battle by trying to untie himself from the tree, after getting his leg caught in a rope of some kind,. "Jade! Max! Long time no see, how have you been!"

He fell with a painful grunt, landing flat on his back like a starfish. Jade covered her mouth, pressing her lips together in an attempt not to laugh, while Max winced and held his back in pain. Apparently, he had an empath connection with Stiles, which was just his luck, considering the hyperactive boy was a walking ambulance.

Stiles continued to ramble on excitedly, brushing the leaves off his jacket. "I'm fine, totally didn't hurt, not at all. That was a stupid question, sorry, you’re obviously not gonna be fine. Hey, at least you're both members of the dead parent club now!"

They'd forgotten the boy had no filter and was as blunt as a pencil, but they knew he meant no harm. Scott kicked him in the shin, trying to communicate with his eyes that were dangerously dark.

Stiles hissed away from his best friend in pain, confused as to why he had gotten brutally attacked before realisation finally dawned. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, trying to take back what he had just said. It hadn't been done out of spite, he just sometimes started talking and didn't know how to stop the words from spewing out. "Oh my god, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"It's okay. What are you doing here, anyway? It's really early in the morning," Jade pointed out, laughing lightly in an attempt to diffuse the tension that was strangling her like a blanket. There was a knife that seemed to be reserved for especially slicing through their hearts every time someone brought up Sean and Elizabeth.

"Oh, yeah! We need to go to the woods," Stiles tried to stay on topic for what he had originally drove over for, ignoring the bump in the road as his voice filled with excitement, eyes lighting up with devilment— something they had learnt was never a good sign, as it usually ended with them sitting in the sheriffs station.

"Why?" Max questioned sceptically, not wanting to be dragged into a dark forest the night before school. Their eyes met, a blush dusting both their faces. Jade and Scott both had razor-sharp eyes when it came to romantic gestures, not missing the small movement even in the darkness. They knowingly glanced at each other, taunting smiles tugging at their lips.

When they were younger, Stiles and Max had a thing for each other, and both Jade and Scott knew it. In fact, pretty much everyone knew it. Thinking back on it, she was ninety-nine percent sure she had heard Melissa and Noah betting on the kids love lives. Scott used to always tease Stiles over it— he still did, even to this day. Jade used to tease her brother, until one day he said he'd had a seer vision of her falling into a ditch and he was going to let the monster drown her. It had soon shut her up and kept her quiet from mentioning it again— until now. In her defence, she had only been nine!

"Ditch," Max whispered, lips barely moving as he hissed the singular word to his sister, who merely snickered.

"There's a body in the woods," Stiles averted his eyes from the boy's as he rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet.

"A dead body?" Scott scoffed, confused about what was so special. Stiles’ father was the sheriff— they saw dead bodies all the time. Besides, if he wanted to see a dead body so desperately, he could pay a visit to the hospital morgue.

"No, a body of water. Yes, a dead body!" Stiles spat impatiently, already itching to get going. It was good to see that he hadn't lost his signature personality trait— sarcasm.

"Seriously? Screw this, I'm going back to bed," Jade groaned, head already starting to pulse with pain, a sign that a migraine was surfacing. This was too much thinking, too early in the morning.

"I'm getting to that, hold your horses. They only found half of the body," Stiles paused for dramatic effect, nodding reassuringly when their eyes widened in disbelief. They didn't know what on earth they had been expecting, it most definitely hadn't been that.

Max caved, hands on hips as he rushed forward to the baby blue jeep, Stiles following close behind him. "I'm in. This, I wanna see. Dibs on passenger seat!"

Sighing, Jade ran a hand through her hair, turning to her cousin tiredly. "We better make sure they don't get themselves killed."

"Yup," he chuckled, kicking a stray stone out of his path. "You trying out for the lacrosse team in school?"

During the summer, when the Pierces used to visit the McCalls, Scott and Jade used to love playing lacrosse together. Max, on the other hand, stood on the side, on his iPad or phone and screamed when a ball came within an inch of hitting him.

"I think I might, but I don't have any equipment or a kit," Jade trailed off, the two cousins' steps falling in line as they walked down the pebbly driveway. It was pitch black outside, the street lamps and stars in the sky being the only guiding light. It was surprisingly quiet; considering they were on the main road, there was only a rare car that passed by during the night.

"Coach usually has some spare," Scott waved a hand about, stopping to tie his shoelace that had come undone.

"Is Stiles coming to wake us up to go find dead bodies gonna become a regular thing?" Jade sighed, waiting for him to finish the double knot.

"Probably."

"Of course it is."

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