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topazy · 3 months
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In the shadows
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Warnings: Violence
Chapter: 1.12
The feeling of being dragged underwater is what wakes you, and when your eyes flutter open, you’re surprised to be in a hospital bed and not a pool of water. Your body, which is covered in bandages and bruises, aches. Two nurses are in the room as well, both looking concerned, but neither of them say anything.
You look around the sterile room and notice Sheriff Stilinski yelling at Jackson. At least that jackass was alright. Suddenly, all the fear comes flooding back. Peter's face flashed before your eyes, his eyes glowing red as his jaw opened, sharp fangs replacing his human teeth.
“No!” You lunge forward. “Stiles run!”
Hearing your sudden outburst and yelling his son's name, the sheriff tries to enter the room but is denied access. Your parents had gone out of town to visit friends the previous morning, so I guessed they hadn’t returned to Beacon Hills yet.
One of the nurses begins fidgeting with the IV bag, which is attached to the cannula in the back of your hand. You notice her injection has something to it. “Hey, what the hell?”
Everything quickly becomes blurry; you struggle to keep your eyes open, and when you do manage to, you instantly feel sick, noticing the walls around you keep changing. You look up and see a man in scrubs pushing your bed, with the same nurse who knocked you out beside him.
“Peter?”
Smirking, Peter pulls down the mask covering his face. “I always said you weren’t dense, Mori.”
“I don’t understand; explain it again.”
Peter rolls his eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve already told you the plan twice.”
“You probably shouldn’t have drugged me then.”
He puts one of his sharp claws underneath your chin and says, “Careful.”
“Stiles won’t help me hack into Scott’s laptop until he knows you’re safe and sound." His voice oozes with sarcasm. “I need both Scott and Derek to kill the Argents.”
“Scott will never help you.”
“Oh, he will.” Peter pulls out a mobile from his pocket and dials; the phone only rings for a few seconds before someone answers. “As promised, I’ve not harmed her yet.”
“𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒!”
“Stiles!”
“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?”
You didn’t know how to answer him. Your cuts and bruises were beginning to heal on their own, but you were stuck alone in a room with the alpha. “I’m with Peter.”
“Time to hold up your end of the deal, Stiles.”
“𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚞𝚖, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.”
Peter smiles with a strange look in his eyes, twirling your hair around his finger while you listen to Stiles typing on a laptop through the phone.
“𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎.”
Peter slams the phone down, causing it to break. He seems lost in the light for a while before turning to you and running his claw along your jawline before pricking your skin just below your ear enough for it to bleed. "Fascinating." His eyes glow slightly as he watches them heal. Peter shifts his gaze to meet yours. “Did you know your brother is back in town?”
“K—Kyle?”
“Yes, and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, now would we?”
You shake your head and say, “No, what is it you want from me?”
“The Argents want to leave, but you're going to get Kate and Allison to Derek’s location within the next hour.”
“And in exchange, you won’t hurt my brother, Stiles, Scott, Derek, or Lydia?”
He nods.
“And what if I can’t?” Tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know Allison that well; she wouldn’t just skip plans on leaving town to hang out with me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you exactly what to say. And if you tell anyone what we are planning, even Stiles, you can kiss your parents and brother goodbye.”
As you step further into the forest, you realize that you don't know what to do or how completely out of your depth you are. You did exactly as Peter said and called Allison and tearfully told her Scott had lied to you as well about being a werewolf, but you knew where he was and wanted to confront him.
It hadn’t sunk in how big of a mistake you made until you saw both Kate and Allison welding weapons when they got out of Kate’s car. You felt even more unease when Kate handed you a pellet gun. “Do you know how to handle this?”
“No,” you say, shaking your head, and try to push the gun back to her. “I’ve never even held one.”
“Take it,” she says firmly. “Trust me, we are dealing with rabid dogs whose only purpose is to kill.”
“She’s right, Mori; you need to be able to protect yourself.”
It was sad to see how brainwashed Allison had become. Reluctantly, you took the gun from Kate.
You were trying so hard to keep your brother and friends safe from Peter that you hadn’t thought about the Argents trying to kill them. You clear your throat. “What are you planning on doing to Scott once you find him?”
Kate slows her pace, so Allison can’t hear anything her aunt says. Kate cocks her brow and says, “Whatever's necessary to stop him from harming Lydia. Is that going to be a problem?”
You remain silent. Stiles had texted you, saying Kate was the one who set the fire in The Hale’s house, killing everyone.
Kate was a cold-blooded killer; at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to justify handing her over to the alpha to protect your friends.
“Shh,” Kate says, putting her fingers to her lips. “You hear that?”
Allison nods, but you look around clueless until you spot Derek and Scott walking towards what remains of the Hale house. Out the corner of your eye, you notice Kate raising her gun, and without thinking it through, you kick Kate in the shin and say, “Scott, Derek, run!”
Kate throws you to the ground easily and holds you there while pointing her arrow at Derek.
“You don’t need to do this,” you plead. “Allison, you’re not a murderer; just let them go.”
She ignores you and shoots Derek in the shoulder and then in the leg before firing a flash bolt. The flash causes your vision to become fuzzy, and the feeling of being dragged underwater returns.
You feel weak as someone helps you stand. “Derek?”
“You good?”
You nod. “Are you; you’ve just been shot twice?”
Shooting a glare in Allison’s direction, he scoffs, “I’m fine.”
Hearing a clattering sound coming from his home, he shoots his head in that direction. “What’s wrong?”
“Scott’s in trouble.”
“Go, go.” When Derek lets go, you stumble slightly but hold onto a tree for support.
You feel like you’re burning up, but there’s nothing physically wrong with you. You roll up your sleeves to look at the bite mark on your arm and are horrified to see it was completely healed. The sudden urge to scream overtakes you, so you do. As you scream, you feel a wave of panic and frustration as the sound of rushing water overflows all your other senses. You only come back to reality when you feel a familiar warmth of arms wrapping around you.
You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it is, “Stiles.”
“It’s okay.”
When the smell of smoke fills your nostrils, you open your eyes to see Peter's burning body falling to the ground. Squeeze Stiles tightly. “What am I?”
He whispers, “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out, I promise.”
You cling to Stiles as Scott chases after Derek, begging him not to kill Peter. “Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family—what am I supposed to do?”
Claws extend from Derek’s nails as he raises his arm up.
“Wait! No, no! Don't!”
Derek slashes Peter's throat, then slowly stands, and I’m a distorted voice saying, “I'm the Alpha now.”
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —
𝙻𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊’𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 —
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝? 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 —
𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 —
𝙰𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘
Gulping down, you shove the phone into your pocket; you couldn’t think straight with different messages coming through at once.
“Where do they think you are?
“At home, I guess.”
“Why did you come here alone?”
Derek lets out a dark chuckle as he walks across the creaking floorboards. His house was dark, and the only part of him you could see was his glowing red eyes. But unlike with Peter, you didn’t feel scared; you knew Derek wouldn’t hurt you.
“I want to know what I am.”
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The Rasmus and Kalush Orchestra doing a Jezebel / Stefania / In The Shadows mash up
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dailybrittanysnowpics · 8 months
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Brittany's photoshoot by @laurenwithrow
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mspegasus17 · 1 month
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Biker Sebastian
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desswright29 · 4 months
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I’ve seen discussions about Tish’s hair for the “In the Shadows” film. We’ve mentioned getting braided Tish back. However, we haven’t said anything about the fact they we may also be getting…………..
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CURLY BUSS DOWN TISH!!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀
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wenitsiyoh · 8 months
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drew my good lady wife, nadja!💚🦇
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I just.
He tried to rebrand some naz! Bullshit as being way more queer.
I'm losing my fucking mind.
But also on the side, check out the playlist that hbomb includes in his description that features queer creators and media I watched a few of the videos while doing some crafting and it's really good and interesting from the get go.
Don't let those other fucking obliterated assholes get even more attention, give attention and praise to the smaller creators that actually work hard and have passion for what they do.
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travelersrest · 7 months
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oldfarmhouse · 5 months
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𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉s://instagram.com/noraaway
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stilesdemonbaby · 4 months
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In The Shadows by Udunie
Summary:
Contrary to what most people who knew him for even just three seconds would think, Peter didn’t directly seek out a vulnerable Alpha to take the power from… It had been different at home, with the land so close and begging him to stake a claim. Out in the world he was a vagabond with no ties to anyone or anything, and he enjoyed the drifting. But he would have lied if he said he didn’t act on the opportunity when it finally presented itself on a cold, misty Paris night. Feeling the spark of it course through his veins and settle in his chest again was like… like waking up from a coma. Everything was more vibrant, more real all of a sudden. For a second he was almost - uncharacteristically - afraid that, like before, he wouldn’t be able to control it, going out of his mind with too much, too soon, too… everything. But after the first few minutes of mind-blowing, overwhelming power clouding his mind he was able to reign it in. It still left his eyes burning red, his mouth tasting like blood and his heart wishing for home.
Tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, Powerful Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Peter Hale, Future Fic, Murder Husbands, Sort Of, Familiars
Completed: 2018-01-21
Words: 11,376
Chapters: 4/4
Rating: M
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topazy · 1 year
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In the shadows
Paring: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Warnings: Swearing
Chapter: 1.10
𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 -
𝙸'𝚖 𝟿𝟿.𝟿% 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 -
𝙻𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞!
𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 -
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
When Lydia invited you to go shopping with her and Allison, you declined at first, due to hating shopping for clothes and still trying to process finding out who the alpha is, but Stiles begged you to go.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 -
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍
“Allison, when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five-mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting.” Lydia says he's trying to keep up with her.
You felt extremely uncomfortable. It was obvious there was some tension between Scott’s ex and the redhead.
“Before I forgot, I was trying to ask if you were okay with something,” Allison says. Jackson asked me to the winter formal. “Just as friends, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it first.”
“Sure,” Lydia tries to hide the hurt and jealousy in her voice, but her facial expression gives her emotions away. “As long as it’s just friends.”
“Well, yeah, I knew. It’s not like I wouldn’t take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything.”
They both go quiet, and you decide to speak up. “I don’t know why either of you would want to be his friends anyway; Jackson is a total jackass.”
When they both give you looks that make you shut up, you text Stiles, demanding he or Scott come and get you.
You puff out your cheeks while snapping twigs between your fingers. Allison was letting out her rage, firing arrows into trees, while Lydia desperately tried to make small talk with her angry friend. Leaving you to sit on your own, bored, you’d gone deeper into the forest and lost signal on your phone, so you couldn’t even text Stiles.
“What’s that?” Allison asks, worried at the sound of branches snapping.
“Probably a rabbit, a deer, or... someone walking their dog.”
Allison goes to investigate, leaving you and Lydia alone; the red turns and gives you a knowing look. You shrug, “I didn’t tell her anything.”
She lets out a huff. “Do you really think Jackson is a jackass?”
“Yes. There are much nicer, sweeter, funnier guys out there.”
She lets out a chuckle. “Oh yeah, who?”
“Um, Stiles, Scott…” you trail off when you can’t think of anyone else.
Lydia goes to say something but stops when she notices Scott and Allison approaching.
You’re made aware of the sheriff’s presence when he lets out a sigh and says, “Good evening, Mori.”
“Hi Mr. Stilinski,” you say from your spot on Stiles' bed.
“Are you aware my son isn’t home yet?” He looks amused when you nod. “I’ve just gotten home myself, so how on earth did you get in?”
You take out a set of keys from your jacket pocket and hold them up, saying, “Stiles got me a set made.”
The sheriff shakes his head and says, “Of course he did. I’m assuming this was after your mom called the cops because she thought a burglar was breaking in when it was actually my son.”
“Actually no,” you do your best to stifle a laugh at the look on his face. “Stiles already had keys made to mine and Scott’s house; he just prefers the window.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Hey!” You frown at Stiles when he rips an old comic book from your hands and tosses it onto his bed and says, “I was reading that.”
“We need to go now,” he says seriously. “This is life or death.”
You uncross your legs and reach for your shoes without urgency, asking, “What’s going on?”
“Scott’s mom is on a date.”
“Okay? What's so deadly about that?”
He gives you a look that silently screams we are screwed. “Melissa is on a date with the Alpha!”
“Oh shit,” you scramble to your feet and grab your jacket that’s hanging on the back of his door. “We need to go right now! What's our plan?”
“Hold on!”
You brace yourself as Stiles rams the back of his Jeep into the Alpha, also known as Peter Halle’s car. This was his master plan for saving Scott’s mom—crashing into her.
“Aww, are you kidding me? Stiles!” She fumes as she steps out of the car.
“Mrs McCall?” Stiles jumps out of his. “Wow, this is... this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?”
Peter gets out of the car and gives you a smug look. He knows that wasn’t an accident; he looks almost impressed and mumbles something under his breath.
“Mori!” Melissa waves for you to come out and join them.
Reluctantly, you do. You weren’t the best of liars and had a feeling Melissa would see right through you. Although, anything you said couldn’t have been as bad as Stiles, who claimed he just didn’t see the car.
You try your best to listen to what Peter is saying; he must have figured out Scott was nearby and was talking to him. You could have sworn Peter's eyes occasionally flickers red.
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kiwiplaetzchen · 3 months
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There are plenty of songs I can send you that remind me of you, half of those are Christmas songs cause I feel like you love Christmas? Just a hunch. Those are just a few but all the others are no less important! Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, @lil-grem-draws ! 💚 I shall not hug you 😩 but I will give you a few songs that make me think of you 😏
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dailybrittanysnowpics · 8 months
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rastronomicals · 23 days
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2:46 PM EST March 5, 2024:
Children of Bodom - "In The Shadows" From the album Something Wild (November 1997)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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mensuited · 10 months
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