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sterekxhale · 1 year

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tagged by @rosieposiepuddingnpie <3

i’ve been all over the place with my wips, but i wrote this scene this morning because i couldn’t get it out of my head. set in my road to ruin universe:

“Claudia, he’s going to be fine,” Talia said. Her voice the same calm and directive tone she used with her betas who were out of control. “He’s going to be great.”

She looked down at her baby in her arms, only two weeks old with squished eyes as he slept and a dusting of fine dark hair, and she felt all the things a new mom feels—absolute love and adoration, the willingness to sacrifice anything to protect him, and fear of what would come of him, of what the world would do to him.

“He’s powerful, I can feel it.”

“Which means he’ll be able to protect himself,” Talia said.

“He’ll draw the attention of others, and I might not be here to stop them.”

“The Hales will always protect their own.”

Together, they watched the Hale children run around the yard, chasing each other with vibrant yellow eyes and giggles. The youngest tackled her brother to the ground as their older sister egged her on, counting the seconds like it was an official wrestling match.

“If you could take that part of your children away and ensure their safety, wouldn’t you?” she asked.

Talia didn’t answer.

no pressure tags: @ohhalefire @exlibrisfangirl @mindofmim @myulalie

#emissary stiles #druid stiles #sterek fanfic #tag game #rtr

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1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam · 9 months

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Does anyone else ever just think about how absolutely WILD season 3a was? I totally understand how the alpha pack and the Darach were intrinsically connected to each other, but holy crap! Scott and the others had to deal with so much in such a short time. Literal human sacrifices, a dark Druid, the history of Beacon Hills itself coming back to haunt them, a DEMON alpha wolf, and all the other alphas. I know that there’s essentially two Big Bads for every season (I’m differentiating between the a and b seasons too), but 3a did probably the best job (or at least my favorite) at showing how the pack was literally besieged on both sides. And even by two sides who mostly just wanted to destroy each other by the end of the season (Darach v Demon Wolf). Maybe it’s just because I’ve been rewatching 3a most recently, but I think that this season is probably the most effective at telling the story of two separate Big Bads while simultaneously connecting them to each other. It could be the history behind the season lending itself particularly well to connecting the alphas and the Darach, but I’m also of the opinion that if the story was focused mainly on anyone else besides Scott, there wouldn’t be as equal a focus on each Big Bad (yes yes, I know the alpha pack’s backstory is literally cobbled together on the back of a napkin, I’m more referring to the pack Summit organized by Talia Hale). Because on one hand, Scott’s got the Hale pack getting him involved with the alpha pack (yes, I know, Derek didn’t directly involve him from the start, but it’s the principle of the thing and besides, Scott McCall literally couldn’t ever leave his friends/allies to die when he could help), and on the other, he’s got Stiles working the human sacrifice angle while Lydia is repeatedly finding the bodies. Something something Scott being the bridge between what will become the two sides of his pack (and goddammit, I don’t care if Boyd is dead and Cora is gone by the time Scott really steps into his True Alpha role - they ARE part of the McCall Pack). I have so much love for season 3 as a whole, and I think that we as a fandom should appreciate 3a more because 3b gets a lot of (deserved) love, but 3a is literally like my Captain America: Civil War. It’s not perfect and some parts make me want to tear my hair out, but it’s really just so good, and it’s the season our lil Scott becomes an alpha!!! How can you NOT love it just for that?

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painofhumanity · 11 months

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other witches: You can't do x, it goes against nature

Stiles: I recognize that nature's made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.

#{🚙} stiles stilinski ; thoughts #basically his whole approach to magic whether he's a witch or druid or whatever #he doesn't give two shits about what 'shouldn't' be done

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fluffypotatey · 1 year

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Okay so it's only loosely a crossover (the characters don't directly interact until the end) but whatever.

Anyway, after 1500 years, Excalibur has become....kinda like Mjolnir (hammer of Thor) meaning it's semi-sentient and Will Not let itself be picked up except by A) Merlin, B) Arthur, or C) someone it knows to be worthy. The bitch don't stay in the lake, either. It goes where it's needed, and right now, that is the Clusterfuck of Beacon Hills, where it appears buried in a rock (commit to the bit) and when the pack finds it, everyone has a good laugh bc they think it's a prank....except none of them can pull it out. Even with super werewolf strength.

But Stiles can.

(Deaton almost has a fucking stroke when he sees it)

And the rest of it is kinda just vague monster fighting shenanigans at this point, tbh, with plenty of Sterek (obviously) and also Stiles learning magic (I swear I'm not bitter) and at one point there is a dragon that does not get slain but very politely agrees to find a different plot of land to claim after "the blade-bearer" asks her to please leave.

Legit Merlin and Arthur only show up in BH at the end, after the crew is Tired and Bloody and Just Wants A Nap, and Merlin's like, "Christ, can you never stay where I leave you, you overgrown letter-opener?" to Excalibur, and Arthur is just like, "DON'T BE MEAN, MERLIN, hey, kiddo, can I have my sword back now?"

Leaving the rest of them to just be like "..........." bc they just met THEE King Arthur and Wizard Merlin, and they were dressed like a spring break Chad and his prep-goth lesbian wife.

lmao love how Merlin and Arthur come like they've just finished their honeymoon (well deserved tho)

but yes of course Excalibur ends up at Beacon Hills (a beacon for the supernatural am i right? eh?) just sitting pretty in its rock, chilling. it probably didn't even expect to be picked up by anyone other than Merlin or Arthur. sure, Merlin had said "someone [the sword] knows to be worthy" in his spell, but that was never meant to actually happen.

then the McCall Pack saunter in (well, maybe not saunter....more like stumble into the sword's domain because of some outside force or something) and begin their fun little challenge to see who gets to pull the Excalibur out of its stone. it's the most fun the sword's had in ages. then fucking Stiles Stilinski goes to pull out the sword as a joke.....and Excalibur feels its hold on the stone loosen.

oh dear

and you know, you'd think the sword would be pulled out for Scott (main protag and true alpha, all that jazz), but the sword is in Stiles's hands, and now all of them are freaking out (Stiles is the most smug he's ever been, much to the annoyance of everyone).

and then after all the shenanigans are over and our lovely Arthurian duo come in to retake Excalibur. cue Arthur and Stiles becoming petty rivals over the sword because i said so.

Stiles: Finder's keepers Arthur: Uh, no, that's my sword Stiles: And you abandoned it for a couple centuries, and it chose me, sooooo...mine now Arthur: Merlin-- Merlin: No, no, the kid's got a point. I mean, you were dead for 1500 years, give or take Arthur: ....yOU thREW the dAmN sWOrd iN thE fUCkiNG LAKE

#bbc merlin #teen wolf #stiles and arthur playing tug o' war with excalibur #and yes stiles learning magic is a MUST #a lost opportunity on mtv's part #like....they had a druid as their healer and no one thought to ask if he could teach them???? sounds fake #sterek my beloved omfg derek pulling stiles from dangerous fights bc he's STILL inexperienced w/ his magic like #'stiles stop jumping into fights with your sword you have the physical strength of a bean pole' 'but it's EXCALIBUR'#excalibur is stiles's new bat actually #he graduated from swinging bats to swinging the blade (mason owns his bats now)#bbc merlin x teen wolf #crossover #arthur pendragon #merlin emrys #stiles #mccall pack

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normaltothemax · 8 months

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@tireironmybeloved liked for a playlist starter (accepting!)

“Oh my god!” One would think that Stiles would be used to people sneaking up on him, by now, considering all his friends seemed to have the uncanny ability to move through any sort of terrain both quickly and silently. But no. The sudden appearance of some guy behind him still had him jumping and flailing with a yelp. The bat had come up, Stiles having taken on a defensive stance (habit, it was just habit, now), but he managed to hold off on swinging it just yet.

“What the hell, man? Do you just go around sneaking up on people, like that? I think you scared me half to death.” God, he really wished this kind of shit would just end, already. He was sick and tired of being constantly on alert, feeling high-strung and anxious no matter where he went. He’d felt that way since he first found out about werewolves, and it’d only gotten worse over time. Especially now, after the nogitsune. He felt paranoid as all hell, sometimes. Every whisper of a sound making his head turn, his heart race.

It didn’t help that he was alone, in an unfamiliar city known for its crime, at night, waiting for a stranger. He swore, if this druid had lied and didn’t actually have what he needed, Stiles was going to lose his shit. “Did you need something? Or was making me actually die of a heart attack the whole goal, here?”

Half to Death - ONICKS

#tireironmybeloved #✦ ic: stiles stilinski #✦ verse: main (stiles stilinski)#✦ closed starter: stiles stilinski #it could be him a jason or as red hood #either one works for me #i'm just picturing him waiting in like a dark sketchy alley or some shit #twitchy as all hell #probably looking like he's looking for a fix tbh #but no he's not waiting for a drug deal he's waiting for a druid with some sort of plant probably *shrug*

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colethewolf · 1 year

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ON THE THEORY OF ELI BEING CREATED BY THE NEMETON:

This is something that I've been sitting here thinking about for the past couple weeks and I just saw a piece of fanart last night that made me think about it even more, because honestly, the idea that Eli was created by the Nemeton is such a cool idea and it fits with the canon.

So, I don't even care that Jeff Davis is an idiot and was probably too stupid to think of this idea. I feel like I'm in the mood to write some meta after years and years of not writing meta.

Let's talk about it anyways.

We know that the Nemeton was functional during the 1940's before the Nogitsune came into power. And then, sometime after the Nogitsune's first run wild through Beacon Hills, somebody cut it down and essentially rendered it completely powerless.

Now, it stayed powerless for decades UNTIL that one night in the root cellar with Derek and Paige. When Derek killed Paige, he unknowingly committed a virgin sacrifice and sparked the Nemeton back to life. Albeit, the nemeton remained in a weakened state, as it was not back to full power and not working as a beacon to draw in supernatural creatures.

Cut to a few years later, what happens next?

The parents of the teen wolf trio get kidnapped by Jennifer so that she can complete her "three-fold death" sacrifice by killing three guardians. However, she never gets to complete the ritual because Stiles, Allison, and Scott sacrifice themselves in their parents place as surrogates.

Now, the sacrifice that Stiles, Allison, and Scott make was the surrogate sacrifice ritual that Deaton knew how to perform. It put darkness around their hearts and gave them the ability to locate the Nemeton. But that was it, right?

It didn't also act as another virgin sacrifice, right?

Scott? Not a virgin.

Allison? Not a virgin.

Stiles? Not a vir—OH WAIT.

Stiles.

Unintentionally committing a virgin sacrifice by sacrificing himself and giving another spark of power to the Nemeton. And this time, it bumps the nemeton back up to full power after Derek had previously sparked it back to life.

Now, you might be saying:

"But what about Jennifer? She committed virgin sacrifices, too!"

She did. But not to the Nemeton. She was a druid emissary long before the Nemeton was brought back to life. And druids have the ability to perform rituals to basically earn themselves more powers. Those virgin sacrifices that she did in the first few episodes of 3A went straight to herself, not to the Nemeton.

Which means the next virgin sacrifice in the queue was the one that Stiles made by drowning himself, not knowing that he was technically committing two different sacrifices that night.

Derek commits a virgin sacrifice. Then Stiles commits a virgin sacrifice (albeit by sacrificing himself instead of another person). Two consecutive virgin sacrifices by Derek and Stiles, separated by years, and both totally unintentional. And yet both sacrifices powered back up the dead Nemeton.

We know the Nemeton is at least somewhat sentient as it can pick and choose who to let get close to it in the woods. So, who's to say that the Nemeton doesn't hold Derek and Stiles in high regard for bringing it back to life? Who's to say that the Nemeton isn't thankful?

Hmm?

Perhaps, even thankful enough to give Derek and Stiles the ultimate gift in its gratitude? The gift of a son? The gift of a son, born from the Nemeton?

Even Eli seems to have some random, totally strange connection to the Nemeton without really having an explanation for it. He just randomly sleepwalks in the middle of the night and ends up at the Nemeton.

Why?

Now, you could argue that Eli has been sleepwalking out to the Nemeton because of the whole Allison situation in the movie. But what sense does that make? Eli doesn't know Allison Argent. He never did. She was dead before he was even born.

But if we're getting meta in here, Eli just so happens to be 15 years old (the same age Derek was when he sacrificed Paige in the root cellar and woke the Nemeton up). Maybe the Nemeton thinks 15 is the perfect age to start dropping hints to Eli.

In my mind, Deaton was called out to the Nemeton in the middle of the night and found little Eli as a newborn in a little wicker basket made from Nemeton branches and soft leaves, just sitting there asleep in the middle of the Nemeton stump.

And Deaton, being a druid and the old Hale family emissary, knew exactly what the Nemeton was offering and why it was offering it. So, he dropped Eli in his basket onto Derek's doorstep, knocked real loud, and watched as Derek adopted the boy—totally unaware that Eli is 50/50 both his and Stiles'.

But that conversation comes much later.

So, there you have it.

Eli Stilinski-Hale. The son of the Nemeton. The son of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski.

🌱

#sterek #eli hale #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf meta #meta

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0hedvig0 · 2 years

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Coming soon…the second time

sterek fanart by 0hedvig0

It takes time…but I’m getting there, I want to finish this!

#digital art #fanart #myart #digital drawing #eternal sterek #sterek fanart #sterek fandom #sterek #derek hale x stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #teen wolf derek hale #derek x stiles #derek hale #teen wolf stiles #mieczyslaw stilinski #druid stiles #stiles stilinski #teen wolf

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kemmymeme · 8 months

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sterek au!

— prince Hale declares that he's ready to marry. the news is spreading rapidly throughout the Kingdom not only because it's possible to marry the prince Derek, but also because the conditions are insane. «Prince Derek Hale is ready to marry a man, who will retrieve the key which is in the custody of the Royal Wolf. let the contest for the prince's heart begin!»

stiles is forest druid, who lives in the woods. he finds a big black bleeding wolf with a key on the chain around his neck. as druid he knows it's Derek Hale. despite prince's protests and growling stiles carries him to his house and is treating prince for a few days. and prince is struck by druid's disrespectful tone and his endless stream of sarcasm.

#teen wolf #teen wolf aesthetic #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles x derek #teen wolf fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writeblr

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heartbreakgrill · 7 months

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stiles stilinski: breakable heaven; pt. 8, “i’m always waiting for you to be waiting below. angels roll their eyes. what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.”

a/n: still sad boi hours, sorry not sorry. violence in this one, so be warned <3

“i’m gonna be honest with you guys-“

y/n turned in the passenger seat to face scott and stiles. she tapped a hand against the center console to emphasize her point, brows lifted on her face. scott and stiles gaped back, awaiting her response to the very long, very winded explanation they had just given her. all she’d wanted to know was why had scott’s eyes glowed, and why the fuck were they red?

then, they proceeded to talk over one another, scrambling out details to circumstances that she had no clue ever existed in the first. something about, like, kanima’s? druids, magic, ash made from a hill or something? her brain was fuzzy, her lip and hands still hurt, and she was sitting in wet clothes.

she wasn’t exactly in the best situation to hear about all of this.

“i’m drunk as fuck right now,” she made a wary, silly face.

stiles slammed back in his seat, huffing frustratedly. he rubbed his hands over his eyes, before pointing an accusatory finger at her, “drink your water.”

y/n rolled her eyes at his response, but cracked back open her water bottle, nonetheless. she was sobering up as the time passed, and as she downed two or three water bottles. but, she’d drank a lot. the alcohol wasn’t going to magical disappear from of her system just because.

scott leaned between the front seats, balancing his elbows on the headrests, to ask, “did you understand anything we just told you?”

y/n pursed her lips. she turned her head to look him up and down, “you’re a werewolf?” that, she had gathered.

scott nodded slowly, encouraging her to continue on.

“and there’s a pack of alpha werewolves killing a bunch of people?”

stiles waved his head side to side, “not even close.” he dropped a hand through the air.

she shrugged, “honestly, i’m probably gonna wake up tomorrow and you’re gonna have to tell me it all again. i don’t think anything is going on up here right now. y/n tapped a hand on her forehead. her expression had changed to a careless one, mirroring the fact that she really didn’t understand the amount of danger they were currently in. she really, honestly wanted to laugh out loud. she wanted to snort and say, “no fucking way.” but she at least knew that wouldn’t help stiles’ frustration.

stiles tapped his nervous fingers against his steering wheel, the bandages adorning his cuts shifting from the movement. scott had taken away stiles’ pain, but his other hand was definitely broken. he held it in his lap carefully. y/n had suggested they go to the hospital, but he insisted that they had more important things to take care of. he tried to cover it up, but y/n could still see him wince, every so often, as the pain slowly appeared again.

“i still don’t think this is a good idea- bringing her with us,” stiles admitted.

scott agreed with a nod of his head, “i really don’t think it is either.”

y/n turned back to stiles as she crossed her arms, “maybe it’s just me here, but lying to someone is never a good idea either.”

“i was protecting you!” stiles exclaimed, carelessly tossing his hands in the air. it wasn’t the first time this evening that he had declared this unwarranted position. though, this time, the volume of his voice raised a little higher than he wanted it to, making y/n itch away from him slightly. stiles caught himself, cleared his throat, lowered his tone, “do you seriously think things would have been better for us if you had known about everything all along?”

“i don’t know the answer to that! you couldn’t have known the answer to that question! it doesn’t even matter- you don’t just get to decide what’s best for me, okay? you don’t get to decide what i’m allowed to know. you don’t get to protect me from things without even telling me about them! besides, i’m not in anymore danger than anyone else in this town just because i now know about scott being a werewolf! you shouldn’t have lied to me. about anything.”

y/n was drained from the evening. her eyes were growing heavier and her stomach growled incessantly, making her even grumpier. she was already pissed off at stiles for having kept so many secrets. her physical sickness just made it worse.

having learned what he had been truly keeping from her made y/n only slightly better. so, he wasn’t seeing lydia- that was great, honestly. she wasn’t the other woman. maybe, they actually had a chance at something here.

but, the fact that he lied to, consistently, on, pretty much, a daily basis? that didn’t feel so good. she didn’t know what he was being honest about, now. like he had created some illusion of who he really was when they were together. she was held distant, isolated from his real life. and she just didn’t know stiles as well as she thought she did.

on the other hand, stiles was angry, too. angry that she’d looked at his phone, taken his private texts way out of context, and assumed the worst of him- only to be completely wrong about everything! y/n was, up to that point, special to him. she was so different than everyone else in his life. it felt like his friends, his family, his teachers, they all expected him to fail, constantly. they expected him to be late, they expected him to ruin things. she never did that. she never made fun of him for laughing too loudly, for telling the wrong jokes at the wrong times.

all his flaws, everything he thought was wrong with him- she looked through them. she appreciated them. she unconditionally trusted him and- he hoped- loved him.

as his anger swelled in his chest, stiles reminded himself of these facts. he controlled his tone, his volume. stiles licked his lips, formulating a softened response, “it’s not that simple, y/n. you just don’t get it, okay? you haven’t been around this shit before. it’s destructive. it literally kills people, y/n. even if you weren’t out here with us, every night, defending this town, you’d still be in more danger. you’d be a target, you’d have a giant red x over you. and, god forbid, i want you to be safe, away from all that. god forbid.”

y/n rolled her eyes, held up a hand, “don’t even start with the fucking romantic confessions right now, in the middle of all of this. you think confessing some bullshit feelings will fix things? i can’t even fucking believe you.”

stiles bit his lip, rolled it between his teeth. he knew if he said anything else, he would snuff out whatever flame was already slowing dulling between them. so, he didn’t respond. he could only stare, blankly, at her.

she shook her head and turned towards the window. y/tugged the hood of stiles jacket up over her head, sinking from his view, so he’d stop staring at her like she’d just killed his dog. she lay her head against the glass, squeezed her eyes shut, and willed the tears pooling in her eyes to just go away.

scott, listening patiently from the backseat, knew y/n was anything but coherent right now. he could smell her pheromones, could hear her heartbeat- it was all over the place, and she reeked of anxiety and confusion. her consciousness was manipulated by the alcohol, making her unaware of what she was saying. it was just a mess, really. the more stiles pressed, the more venom she’d spit.

honestly, he was shocked that stiles hadn’t pushed harder. usually, his best friend argued his point until the other person gave in. stiles always thought- knew, he would insist- that he was right. he struggled to put himself in other peoples shoes. and, maybe he wasn’t doing that right now, but…he was exhibiting patience. and, scott knew, somehow, that if this conversation continued when y/n was sober, she and stiles would reach an agreement. she’d forgive him- and stiles would actually apologize. call it werewolf’s intuition. or call it- scott knew stiles was very much in love with her.

scott continued to watch as stiles took in the sight of her, drunk, battered, exhausted, and gave up the fight. he was really proud of the growth he’d seen in stiles these past few months. y/n was indefinitely a part of that process.

scott gently patted stiles’ shoulder, hoping the solace would comfort his anger, his frustration. communicate that scott noticed, and was validating his efforts. stiles glanced over his shoulder at his best friend and shot him a tight-lipped smile. it was a struggle because stiles felt like literal shit. he felt like shit for lying, for losing her, for getting her drug into this mess. but, he would feel even worse if he’d push to her to a breaking point and never get her.

soon enough, they pulled into the parking lot of beacon hills high school. the benefit concert had been earlier this evening. a few staff members’ cars were still here, cleaning up the auditorium. lydia had stayed to help, to get volunteer hours. her car was still here.

the benefit concert was part of the reason why jack had thrown such a blowout party. it was supposed to be a night full of the celebration of life, to remember all of the people they’d lost over the last year. but, as things usually went in beacon hills, that was no longer the case.

instead, it was, now, turning into a apparent bloodbath.

“where’s it coming from?” stiles asked scott as the three of them climbed out of the jeep.

y/n pulled her hood down, processing this new bit of information, “you can smell blood?”

scott nodded. he looked around them, at the parking lot, the exterior of the building, in case his eyes could make up for his smell. “except i can’t pinpoint it. it’s- it’s everywhere. it’s on you guys, it’s coming from a classroom, the auditorium, i think? i don’t know.”

“okay, well, let’s just call lydia and see where she is. she’ll probably find the body before than us. she might already be with it,” stiles suggested, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

he eyed y/n as scott led the three towards the front door of the building. as the light hit her face, he could see the tears glistening in her cheeks. his breath bitched. she met his eye as she glanced around, and quickly looked away. with the hoodie sleeves down over her hands, she wiped her face clear.

she’d finally just got the tears to stop pouring. now, though y/n wouldn’t admit it, her sadness was smothered by fear. she off-put by the dark, eery atmosphere of their high school. the grounds were usually full of life, students, laughter, noise- it was desolate now. all of the lights were shut off. the wind whipped past them like a warning. still damp from their accidental dip in the pool, y/n shuddered, goosebumps littering up and down her skin.

stiles ran a hand through his drying hair, then planted it on his hip. he tried to meet y/n’s eyes again, concern plastered on his face. she was freezing cold, crying. and she looked really scared. stiles’ shoulders slackened as she turned away.

his phone rang, ten tones dialing in his ear, until it sent him to lydia’s voicemail. he huffed and sent her a text. “she’s not answering,” he tapped his phone against his hand before shoving it back into his jean’s pocket.

so, scott opened the door to the school for them. stiles ducked inside, y/n following close behind. they would search for her.

stiles stepped back to her side as soon as she was in the building, his shoulder close to hers. he wanted to take her hand, to keep her right at his fingertips, so he knew she was really there, so no one could take her from him.

in all honestly, he really just wanted to drive her home. tuck her into bed. kiss her forehead. pray and hope that she’d wake up and forget about all of this. he didn’t want to put her life in danger like this. he didn’t want to lose her.

but, she wanted to be here. she insisted. and, stiles felt he had to prove to her that what he was saying, now, was the truth. maybe she’d grant him back the trust she’d given him before all of this. maybe things would go back to normal- as normal as they could and would be. maybe she’d even deny everything, not want anything to do with this part of his life after she realizes it’s terrifying and traumatizing. they could pretend like it never happened, if she wanted to keep this a secret. he would do that, if she asked.

of course, they weren’t going to get the chance for any of stiles’ hopes to come true.

only his fears.

lydia was nowhere to be found. the three students searched the north and west wings of the school. y/n sometimes just watched as scott and stiles popped open every single classroom door, peeked inside every closet, called out lydia’s name. she wasn’t sure exactly what to do, so she just followed closely behind stiles, eyes darting across every corner of every room, on guard. other times, she’d open a door, nearly feeling like she would vomit, and look inside for the red-head.

y/n really wanted to grab onto stiles’ hand, wanted to hold it so tight that the blood rushed out of her fingers, turned her knuckles white, broke his other bones. she was terrified, and he seemed to be the only thing to ever really bring her solace, comfort. but, she resisted the urge to clutch onto him.

if he asked, she would go home. she was sobering up now. she was facing the reality of the situation.

and she didn’t want anything to do with this. she trusted him- of course she did. he knew her better than danny, than her parents. in such a short time, he’d been able to discover every inch of her, body, mind, and soul. and, she had done the same. she knew, deep down, that he meant what he said- he’d done this to protect her.

and she loved him for it. she trusted him for doing just that. things would be fixed, in the blink of an eye, if only one of them would just open their mouth again.

stiles kept an eye on her. he’d catch her worried gaze every so often. stiles would give a short nod, a half-hearted, sad smile to try to encourage her that she was safe with him. that everything would be okay. though, it was starting to feel like everything was actually very much not okay.

y/n didn’t know what expression to wear, didn’t know what to say, if she should even pierce the uncomfortable silence bracing all of them. if she said that she wanted to go home, she’d sound like a baby. but, her intuition, her gut, told her that something bad was about to happen. and she didn’t know what she was going to do when that storm caught them in it’s winds.

scott eventually changed the course of their plan, “okay, let’s just find lydia’s locker. maybe i can grab a scent off of her stuff.”

stiles perked up, knowing he would be of best use here. he led y/n and scott down the next hallway, right to lydia’s locker. she knew he had told her that nothing was going on between him and lydia, but she was still a jealous person, made worse by the fact that he still wasn’t really hers. so, the idea that he could find lydia’s locker like he was tracing a map on the back of his hand- it was discouraging to his cause. stiles didn’t really notice this, a little caught up in the newfound part of their plan. he set his hands on his hips, watching as scott examined the exterior of the locker. y/n tried not to wear her heart on her sleeve.

“do you know the combo?” scott tugged at the lock, glancing over at stiles.

the dark-haired boy pointed a finger, took in a deep breath to allow his lips to say that, yes, he knew lydia martin’s locker combination. of course he did: he’d known it since freshman year.

then, he met y/n’s eye, and noticed a deflated hope lying just inside her pupils. stiles dropped his shoulders, let his hands fall to his sides. he knew, now, how she seemed so sure that stiles and lydia had been together. he was no help to the rumor.

he kept her eyes in his as he stated, “no. i don’t.”

y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. she knew that this wasn’t true. she had his body language memorized better than her own locker combination. besides, stiles always seemed to know everything. but, the fact that he had answered no? that made her feel better, knowing he had picked her in that moment.

she was sure, after this moment, that they would be okay. she was positive. she knew it. they’d just have to get through this, then she could tell him. she could tell him everything she felt.

scott sighed softly before ripping off the lock. it made y/n jump, and she ripped her eyes from stiles’.

“holy fuck.”

so, he really did have super strength.

scott chucked slightly, “sorry.” he proceeded to rifle through lydia’s things- textbooks, a few sweaters, pencils, loose papers- smelling each and every one of them. y/n watched with furrowed brows as he tried to find the one with the best scent.

stiles kept his eyes on y/n. the cut on her chin was patched with a bandaid. it looked cute, as morbid as that thought must be. her damp hair, nearly almost dry, was messy and tangled over her shoulders. but, he still admired her beauty. he was lost in the daze he normally fell into whenever she was near.

scott snapped him out of it, literally. he held up one of lydia’s sweater, “i’ve got it. this way-!”

stiles, caught up in the moment, turned on his heel, leading himself and scott back down the hallway where they’d come from. y/n took a step to follow them, but a piercing whisper caught her ear. she turned towards the sound, a hush she couldn’t quite decipher.

at the end of this side of the building, y/n saw a shadow, cast across the floor. it poured out of the open door to the english classroom. another whisper echoed down to her, sliding across the lockers, “y/n…”

she knew she shouldn’t, but y/n couldn’t stop her feet as they slowly dragged her forward. her brows furrowed, head tilting at the sound of her voice being called out, so softly, so enticingly. she seemed to be pulled into some sort of trance. and scott and stiles were so caught up on lydia’s trail, the sound of their sneakers hitting the tile flooring covering the noise, that they couldn’t save y/n from it.

y/n continued setting her careful steps, one at a time, before her, until she reached the door to the english room. she turned her body, and immediately lay eyes on lydia. the red-headed girl sat on one of the classroom chairs, hands and feet duct taped to the limbs of it. y/n gasped, rushing into the room, “oh, my god!”

lydia sobbed in response, cheeks glistening with mascara-ridden tears, “no, no, no! you have to go! you have to leav-“

“we’ve been looking for you! stiles and scott- they’re-“

“see, stiles was right.”

y/n jumped on her feet and twisted around as the door to the classroom was slammed shut. she faced miss morel, her english teacher, who wore a satisfied smirk.

y/n took a shuddering breath as she noticed the wire swinging from her teacher’s hands. she remembered how stiles had told her the killer was using a weapon like that.

this was the bad thing that she had felt in her gut.

“you really have no idea about any of this. if you did, you would know not to follow a creepy voice just whispering your name down a dark hallway. and to think, you’re such a good, smart student. guess we don’t really cover common sense in our senior english class, no?” miss morel tilted her head as she spoke, drawing a fear out of y/n that she had never felt before.

y/n’s entire body was shaking. the tears, unwillingly, gushed back out of her eyes. she didn’t know what to do. words simply wouldn’t form in her mind. she took a step back and grabbed a hand at lydia’s shoulder, “let us go.”

miss morel snorted out a devilish laugh, “that’s the best you can come up? hm…i give you a d- for lack of creativity. now, get out of my way so i can finish what i started.”

y/n couldn’t move away fast enough as miss morel shot out a hand and sent the girl flying across the room. she slammed into the wall, banged her head off of the concrete, and crashed onto the floor in a heap. lydia screamed as she watched y/n fly.

across the school, scott and stiles stopped, dead in their tracks, at the sound of lydia’s scream. stiles spun around and took a few steps back in the direction they’d been heading from. he skidded on his feet when he noticed, “where the fuck is y/n?”

scott sighed heavily, slowly, a worried look crossing his face. “stiles…wait!”

stiles shot off faster than scott had ever seen him move. he ran towards the screams, calling out y/n’s name. he was breathless, but he persisted. lydia’s scream only ever meant one thing- someone was dying.

a gust of wind blew past stiles as scott transformed into his werewolf state. a roar rolled through stiles’ ears, too, a determined, pissed off roar. stiles ran after him, wishing, for the first time in his life, that he, too, was a werewolf. he knew once he reached scott, y/n, lydia, he’d be of no use.

and he was right.

for once, he wanted to be the hero. for once, he wanted to save the girl- his girl. he didn’t even care about lydia, or anybody else in this godforsaken town. he just wanted to turn the tides of the story, once, on his own. he needed things to be in his control.

just as he turned the corner, stiles heard another roar escape from the back of scott’s throat. then, the sound of desks crashing echoed out of the english room. stiles headed for the room, slowing his pace as he reached the door. as he went to step inside, he met eyes with miss morel and the shock made his feet trip over each other. she held out a hand and the door slammed shut before him. stiles crashed his body against the door, pounding his fist against the glass, rattling at the locked doorknob.

his eyes darted around the room, taking in lydia, tied down to a chair, scott, spitting up blood on the floor. he finally found y/n who was sprawled across the back of the room, a deep gash on her forehead, chin lolled to the side. stiles yelled louder.

then, stiles saw his dad. miss morel stepped in front of the sheriff, blocking stiles’ view.

and they disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

scott finally pushed himself up off of the floor, stumbled to the door, and pushed the desk that was blocking it away. stiles bounded into the room. he looked between lydia and y/n, glanced at the spot where his dad had been, where his gun was now the only evidence of his presence there.

stiles quickly raced to y/n, dropping to his knees at her side. he pressed two fingers to her neck, letting out a shaky loudly when he finally felt her heartbeat, weakly thumping somewhere inside her body.

“i’m here, y/n,” he sat on the cool floor, tugging her still body into his lap. stiles lay a shaking hand to her cheek, brushed the bloody hair away from her skin. she looked so pretty, still. he was convinced she could never look bad. she was just…angelic. that’s the only word he could think of. stiles caressed her skin, dazedly. he didn’t even notice the tears slinking off his face.

it all sounded distant, drowned, but he could hear scott somewhere behind him, calling the police, untying lydia. allison and isaac, derek, too, eventually showed up. their muffled conversation was drowned out to stiles, their plans and battle moves meaning nothing to them him right now. he just kept clutching y/n’s limp body like a prayer.

he didn’t know what to do, but he knew he couldn’t let her go. if he let go, then he would fall apart.

because his was dad had been taken. his dad was probably going to die. and stiles was powerless.

there was nothing he could do.

he mumbled, just loud enough for scott to hear to it, “please wake up.”

he needed her to hold him and to run her fingers through his hair and to kiss his cheek and to hush his sobs that were now racking his body and to tell him everything would be okay.

but then, the paramedics were pulling her body from his lap. they were strapping her onto a gurney, and they were loading into an ambulance. stiles followed them, closely, like a zombie. they asked for her name, her age, and he murmured it all out, subconsciously.

he climbed inside the ambulance with them, and when he finally had her hand again, when his skin was finally against hers, stiles didn’t feel so cold. stiles didn’t cry so hard.

scott watched as the doors to the ambulance shut, closing out his view of stiles. he looked at allison, at isaac, lydia and derek. but, nobody knew what to do.

#derek x stiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles x lydia #stiles x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf x reader

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 months

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Last Chance Lost Fic - FOUND

Jennifer was wearing a shirt Derek says she smells nice, and turns out the shirt is Stile's,

@tregarde found this one!

5 Times Derek Was Clueless (and the time he figured it out) by Mynuet

(1/1 I 6,582 I Mature I Sterek)

With things like kanimas, alpha packs, and evil druids taking up all of his time, Derek doesn't really have the patience for introspection, and sometimes he misses the little details. Unfortunately, there are plenty of people in his life who are able to see what Derek can't.

#teen wolf #sterek #lost fic #last chance lost fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #5 and 1 fic #oblivious!stiles

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domesticated-feral · 7 days

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