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45. The Trickster
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Stiles Stilinski x Original Character
Episode: 3x21; The Fox and the Wolf
Word Count: 5,673
Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence + gore
Author’s Note: Tax season is over, which means that I finally get to write again! Let me know what you think! Make sure to reblog + like. 
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When Olivia had gotten a call from Scott, begging for her to come over, she had not been expecting to see Malia Tate restlessly sitting on the couch in the McCall residence. It was by no means an unwelcome surprise; she had worried about Malia in the few days since the Nogitsune recovered in Stiles' body and escaped Eichen House.
"Malia, hi," she blinked a few times before shooting Scott a questioning look; Scott shrugged.
Malia stood when Olivia had entered the room; when she did, a tether started burning in Olivia's mind, a new one, shaded in a lavender color, only slightly lighter than her own. Olivia probably should have been concerned about how quickly she seemed to attach to Malia as part of her pack, but with everything going on, she couldn't really afford the time to think on it.
"Hi," Malia nodded back at her. "Look, I'm here for two reasons. In Eichen, Stiles mentioned that the two of you could help me change back into a coyote."
Scott raised an eyebrow, looking at Malia like she was crazy. "You don't want to be human?"
"Well, I definitely didn't ask for you and your friends to change me back."
"We were trying to save your life, you know that right? Your dad would have killed you otherwise," Scott was almost as defensive as Stiles would have been, were he included in this conversation. It made Olivia's lips quirk dimly, amused at Scott acting as impulsively as his best friend in his absence.
Malia's tether quivered as she narrowed her eyes, but Olivia quickly stepped in before the situation could escalate. "We can help you," she promised Malia. "I mean, we can teach you how to control your change and then it'd be up to you if you want to live as a coyote or as a human."
Scott sighed and nodded in agreement when Malia lifted an eyebrow at him. "What was your second reason?"
Malia quickly started to explain what had happened at Eichen House. She and Stiles made an alliance, along with Stiles' roommate, Oliver, and schemed to get into the basement at Eichen House, going as far as staging a fight with Oliver about trepanation. At first, they failed badly. Stiles was caught trying to sneak into the basement and ended up in an isolation cell, sedated. It was there that Malia found him, suffering from a nightmare, and broke him out, leading him to the basement through a different wing of the building. In the basement, Stiles showed her what he was sensing, the kanji for self, carved into the wall. It was there, before everything went down with Oliver and the Nogitsune (which Olivia had witnessed for herself) that they found a body. According to Malia, the body had a head wrapped in old bandages and was wearing a military jacket.
Olivia sucked in a short, shallow breath. In the visions she had seen of Stiles and the Nogitsune, she knew that it had to be the last body that the evil spirit had inhabited.
"And these were on the body," Malia finished her tale. First, she picked up a sword that Olivia hadn't even noticed from the couch and handed it to Olivia, who wrinkled her nose as the smell of mildew that wafted from it. Next, she pulled out a small, but very old picture that she passed to Scott.
Scott took one good look at the photo and gasped in disbelief.
"What?" Olivia asked immediately. Scott looked like he wanted to pass out from nerves. "Let me see."
As she reached for it, Scott held it high above her head. "Listen, Liv, I don't want you to freak out."
"Why would I freak out?"
"By freak out, I mean please don't murder anyone."
This whole thing was making her irritated. Obviously something important was on the photo, and it must have been connected to the Nogitsune, otherwise the picture wouldn't have been given to them. "Jesus Christ, what is it, Scott?"
"Don't get mad," Scott hesitantly lowered the picture, too slow for Olivia's liking.
"I'm already halfway there. If you don't give me that picture right now, I will stomp on your foot," she hissed at him, and stood on her tiptoes, ripping the photo from his hand. "Oh, what the hell?"
The man in the photo looked like any other soldier from World War II, but it was the woman, who he was staring at so lovingly, that was the huge shock. She looked just like Kira, almost identically.
Although Olivia liked Kira a lot, she was immediately suspicious. She felt like she was pulling a Stiles with how her mind raced to fill in the missing pieces of their situation, which seemed like it was leading back to the Yukimura family. Their family had shown up around the same time as everything with the Nogitsune and the Oni started happening. Although Kira had shown to be a kind girl who just wanted to help, what if it was just the trickster side to her being a Kitsune? And, most importantly, why was this picture of Kira in the jacket of the body that the Nogitsune last possessed?
She inhaled deeply, aware of Scott's and Malia's eyes on her. "I'm not mad," she choked out. "I am, however, very suspicious. We need to talk to Kira right now."
Scott didn't disagree with her, which she was rather grateful for. While he moved away to text Kira, she turned to Malia.
"Thanks for bringing this stuff to us and thank you for helping Stiles," she smiled at the taller girl. "Did you heal quickly after what happened?"
Malia nodded. "I'm fine. Stiles, though, he's that demon thing again, isn't he?"
"Unfortunately."
After a minutes, Scott came back to find the two girls chatting quietly about what Malia last remembered before Oliver had knocked her out under the Nogitsune's influence. When he announced that Kira was waiting on them at her house, they quickly said their goodbyes to Malia, promising to get in touch with her after everything had calmed down.
Talking to Malia had admittedly made Olivia feel a little bit better about everything, especially knowing that Stiles had someone on his side during his stay at Eichen House. Honestly, she just felt comforted by Malia's presence in general and though she didn't know why, she wasn't going to complain about feeling normal for a few seconds in her presence.
-
"This looks just like me," Kira said from her spot on the end of her bed, staring at the photograph in shock. Scott sat next to her patiently, but Olivia stood still, eyes narrowed in on Kira's face to watch any emotion that showed on her face. So far, there was just shock, but realistically anyone could fake that. "This has to be my grandmother."
"You remember what I told you about Malia Tate?" Scott told her; Kira nodded. "She's the last one who saw Stiles at Eichen House. This picture and that sword," he gestured to Olivia, who held the sword safely in her hands. "they found them with a body buried in a wall. The same backwards five that the Oni put on us was on that wall."
"It sounds like this all goes back to your family," Olivia spoke up, suspicion dripping from her every word. "Your grandmother, your mom...you."
To Kira's credit, she wasn't insulted at Olivia's unspoken accusation. She had gotten to know Olivia pretty well and knew how protective she was of her pack, especially Stiles. Though she didn't know what was going on with this picture and her grandmother, she understood that this was all very concerning.
Before she could say anything, her phone started to buzz. Olivia and Scott stared at her while she read the text message she had received from her mom, eyebrows furrowed.
"What is it?" Scott asked.
"My dad."
-
Though confronting Kira didn't go quite as Olivia planned, she still had questions so she decided to follow Kira and Scott to the high school where Mr. Yukimura was in trouble. The three of them ran through the history hallway and into Mr. Yukimura's classroom where he was on the ground, gasping and choking for breath while Mrs. Yukimura held him close to her.
She looked up when she heard them run into the room. "Kira, did you bring it?"
Kira thrust the small jar that she had carried all the way from her house into her mother's hands. "You going to tell me what it is?"
"Reishi," Mrs. Yukimura responded as she took some out and forced it into Mr. Yukimura's mouth.
"You're not seriously giving Dad magic mushrooms?"
"Reishi is a powerful healing aid in nature," Olivia quietly corrected Kira while Mr. Yukimura started gagging. "Especially when it comes to the supernatural."
Kira glanced at her, wide eyed, but then turned back to her dad as he coughed up a dead fly into a tissue that his wife had given him. He stood up with some help and sat on the edge of his desk weakly.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Yukimura asked him. He nodded.
"Stiles did this?" Scott wondered, staring at the man worriedly.
"Okay, Stiles did not do this, the Nogitsune did," Olivia said indignantly. She was tired of people not making the distinction. Stiles was not doing any of this, he was not in control of his body, and with his tether still fizzled out, she didn't even know if he was aware of anything going on.
Mrs. Yukimura stared at her thoughtfully for a second before looking back at Scott and Kira. "He wanted the last Kaiken." She pulled a sharp, black knife out of her coat. "I've kept this near me ever since your friend disappeared."
Okay, Olivia thought narrowing her eyes at the woman, she did that to piss me off.
Olivia stiffened and straightened her posture protectively. It was a clear threat, though Olivia—and frankly, everyone else in the room—knew that she wouldn't do anything. As far as she knew, Mrs. Yukimura was human and Olivia's abilities didn't work on her. And though she was getting pretty skilled at using ring daggers, thanks to Allison, she hadn't thought to bring them when she went over to Scott's house.
Kira glanced at her worriedly and then turned to confront her mother. "Mom, you need to talk to us about everything."
Scott held up the photo that Malia had brought from Eichen House. Mrs. Yukimura's eyes widened when she saw it and practically ripped it from his fingertips.
"Where did you get this?" she demanded.
"Is it Grandma?"
Mrs. Yukimura gave Kira a grim look. "No, it's me."
Olivia raised her eyebrows at her. So, it looked like Kira inherited her Kitsune genes from her mother. She wondered if Mrs. Yukimura and Kira were the same kind of Kitsune.
"If that's you, then you'd have to be, like, ninety years old." Scott stared at her with wide eyes.
"Closer to nine hundred," Mrs. Yukimura glanced at Kira to see her reaction.
"Okay, sure. Why not?" Kira blinked and then turned to her father. "Dad, how old are you?"
"Forty-three," Mr. Yukimura answered simply. "but I've been told I look mid-thirties."
Kira laughed breathlessly in disbelief and then asked Olivia for the sword. Olivia handed it over without a word and watched as Mrs. Yukimura took it from her daughter. She held the sword over Mr. Yukimura's desk and pulled the sheath from the hilt. At least twenty-five pieces of various sizes came out and settled on the desk. The sword was in pieces, but why?
"The blade shattered the last time it was used."
"When was that?" Kira asked her mom.
"1943, against a Nogitsune."
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, irritated, and glanced at Scott, who's tether flared shortly in alarm.
"All this, it's all happened before, hasn't it?" he stared at Mrs. Yukimura with hard, but curious eyes.
"Yes."
Adding on to his wife's confirmation, Mr. Yukimura added a quote, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
"Where did it come from?"
"It was an internment camp during World War II," Mrs. Yukimura answered her. "In Oak Creek, not too far from here."
"Hold on," Olivia interrupted, recognizing that name. She looked at Mr. Yukimura and said, "You told Allison and Isaac that there was no internment camp at Oak Creek."
"Allison's family has a certain history of violence," Mr. Yukimura admitted. "I didn't know if she could be trusted. There was a camp, yes. But all the records were erased; they covered it up. When I was a grad student, my passion project—actually, more like an obsession, was trying to dig up the truth on Oak Creek." He glanced at Kira. "It's how I met your mother, Kira."
Olivia's phone vibrated in her back pocket. Keeping her attention on the conversation, she took a quick glance at the text message she received. It was from Derek.
Derek: You know I'm being released at 4, right?
Ollie: I'll be there soon!
"So, where did the Nogitsune come from?" Kira asked.
"Isn't it obvious yet?" Mrs. Yukimura's voice shook. "It came from me."
Honestly, that was all Olivia needed to hear. She was glad that Kira hadn't known about any of this and was actually being truthful in her friendship with the pack, she really was because she really enjoyed Kira's company. However, she couldn't stand around and waste time listening to what she thought was going to be a sob story that led to the Nogitsune being released the first time.
"I'm going," Olivia told Scott and Kira. "I have to pick up Derek at the station and I've heard all that I needed to hear."
Scott and Kira gave her nods and before Olivia left, she sent Mrs. Yukimura the nastiest glare that she could muster. She couldn't let the older woman's mistakes ruin Stiles; they had to come up with a plan to get the Nogitsune out of him now.
-
Deputy Parrish was very easy on the eyes, and from what Olivia had heard of him, from both Stilinski men, she knew him to be a hard working and kind. That was great, the world needed better cops who were into protecting rather than killing. But, right now, as he picked up Mr. Argent's electric baton and squeezed the button, racking electricity through it, he was wasting everyone's time.
"Sorry, but I can't let you walk out with this," he told Argent. "It's way above the legal voltage limit."
Almost simultaneously, Derek and Olivia looked over at Argent with pointed looks. Mr. Argent grimaced.
"I only use it for hunting," he told Parrish, ignoring how Olivia and Derek's stares turned into glares.
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you could use it to jump-start a 747."
"This property belongs to me and the charges were dropped," Mr. Argent hesitated for a moment and shared a look with Derek. "Although, I'm not exactly sure who's responsible for that."
"I am," Sheriff Stilinski told them as he walked over to the desk. "I'll take care of this, Parrish."
"Sheriff, I'm not kidding," Deputy Parrish insisted. "This thing's a few watts from being a lightsaber."
Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. Look, she loved Star Wars just as much as the next person but she didn't understand how people like Stiles and Parrish just put references into every sentence they said. She wasn't judging by any means, if anything she wished she had their creativity.
"I said I'll take care of it," Sheriff Stilinski took the baton from Parrish and passed it to Argent. With the quirk of his hand, he had them following him into his newly built office.
Other than a few messages here and there, Olivia hadn't seen Noah Stilinski since the night she went to tell him that the Nogitsune had taken over Stiles' body again. She sat with him all night and when he got a little drunk, she helped him upstairs to his room to go to bed. She knew in Stiles' absence the number one person he'd be concerned about was his dad, so she took care of him. She dropped off food for him at the station's front desk a couple of times, though he was busy looking for Stiles and dealing with Agent McCall, and cleaned the Stilinski house. It actually made her feel a lot better, having something to do while they looked for Stiles and waited for the Nogitsune to make his move. Stiles was a lot like his dad and it comforted her having a piece of him around. It helped that she truly adored Noah Stilinski.
Even though she knew that he had slept since then, he still looked utterly exhausted as he closed his office door and walked around his desk to address them, tapping his fingers anxiously. "The specialist I saw in LA told me the thing that every doctor says when he's trying to avoid a lawsuit. We can't say for sure."
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek, which was sore from weeks of worrying. This was not good news, but before she could worry more on it, he went on.
"And then I spoke with Melissa," he picked up two MRI scans that had been resting on his desk. "These are brain scans; my wife's and Stiles'."
Olivia took them from his outstretched hand when he offered them. She studied both films with furrowed eyebrows and then stacked them. The pattern of disease was the exact same.
"This isn't even remotely possible," she muttered as she passed them over to Derek, who looked at them with Mr. Argent. So, that was one problem taken care of. Stiles didn't have dementia; she knew that he would be so relieved.
Sheriff Stilinski nodded in agreement. "They're the exact same."
Mr. Argent tossed the films back on Stilinski's desk.  "So the trickster is still playing tricks."
"But why this trick?" Derek wondered.
"When I was in the Army, an officer told me, 'If you want to defeat your enemy, you don't take away their courage, you take away their hope.'" Sheriff Stilinski shared.
"You don't look like a man who gives up hope easily."
"But Stiles might," he shook his head hopelessly "If this thing inside him, if it's using his mother's disease as some sort of psychological trick, then this isn't just a fight for his body—"
"It's a fight for his mind, too," Olivia hummed, finishing his thought. Noah nodded solemnly.
"You know, he's left people severely injured," Argent reminded him.
"And others severely dead," Derek added. Olivia nudged his side sharply with her elbow; unfortunately, Derek didn't feel a thing.
"That's why I need you guys," Sheriff Stilinski said, looking at all three of them. "Olivia, you know Stiles better than anyone and you two," he addressed Derek and Argent. "you guys are experienced in this kind of thing. I need you to help me stop him."
"And by stop him, you mean trap him," Argent assumed.
While Noah nodded and handed him the baton , Olivia stared at Mr. Argent, her mind racing. She knew that if it was down to Mr. Argent, and even people like Scott and Allison, the greater good came first. Yes, Scott and Allison would try to save Stiles with all their being, but if too many innocent people were dying, they'd pull the metaphorical plug. Olivia wasn't like that. She was selfish and she wouldn't stop fighting until Stiles was okay, no matter what.
That realization should have scared her, but she had known long ago that once she formed an attachment to someone, that never faded for her. Perhaps she loved too strongly, but she wouldn't let Stiles or anyone that she loved die for the "greater good". The whole world could burn and she would only care about the people in hers.
With a suspicious look toward Mr. Argent, Olivia reached for her phone and started texting Allison, sharing her fear of what he could do to Stiles.
-
Olivia loved Allison Argent with all her heart and Allison loved her just as much. They had a mutual understanding of each other that others may not get, considering the drastic difference between their childhoods, family legacies, and even their personalities. Who would have thought that a Hale and an Argent would be so close?
Olivia knew Allison so well that when she opened the door to the Argents apartment to let them in, all Allison had to do was nod at her to let her know that she had gathered only the non-lethal weapons for Stiles' sake—and Olivia and Noah's too.
Allison led them into Mr. Argent's office and motioned to the weapons on his desk. "This is everything non-lethal I could find."
Mr. Argent sighed heavily as he studied them. "Take all of it."
Everyone hurried to take some weapons that they knew how to use. For Olivia, that happened to be the set of Chinese ring daggers that Allison handed to her with a proud smile—she was always going on about how much of an accomplishment that she taught a member of the Hale family to use a weapon—a bundle of rope, and a taser gun, identical to the one Allison pocketed.
"What's the plan here?" Stilinski asked.
"Our best shot right now is for Derek to try to pick up Stiles' scent at Eichen House," Argent declared. "Especially if he went through something stressful there."
"Should all five of us be going to the same place?"
"Where else has Stiles been showing up?"
"At school and the hospital..." Olivia spoke up, trailing off when she couldn't think of anywhere else but those three places.
"Okay, hold on," Derek interrupted. All eyes went to him. "We did this already. He disappeared, we started looking for him, and then walked right into a trap at the hospital."
"He's getting us to repeat the same moves," Argent realized.
"So, what do we do?" Allison asked. "Wait for him to come to us?"
"We can't," Derek shook his head. A bubble of appreciation blossomed in Olivia's chest at her cousin's willingness to help Stiles. It wasn't just for her, she knew that he had come to care about Stiles, even if he considered him as a very annoying little brother. "Not if the Oni find him when the sun goes down."
"Scott's talking to Kira's mom right now," Olivia said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That's the problem," Argent said thoughtfully. "We're all trying to outfox the fox."
They all hesitated for a moment, thinking about what that meant for them, and for Stiles.
"Listen," Noah looked around at every one of their faces. "I'll understand if anyone wants to back out."
Olivia immediately shook her head and gripped Allison's hand tightly when it nudged against hers. Allison squeezed her back in unspoken agreement. "It's Stiles."
Derek nodded, indicating that he wasn't going to back out either. "I'm not gonna be the first wolf to run from a fox."
Mr. Argent picked up the electric baton. "And apparently I'm carrying the lightsaber."
Allison gave him a weak smile. "Dad, you and Derek hit Eichen House. Sheriff, it's you, me, and Liv at the hospital. We all meet in the school."
-
When Olivia, Noah, and Allison got to the hospital, they decided to split up. Noah would check the first and second floor, Olivia would do the third and fourth, and Allison would do the fifth, six, and the roof. Allison and Olivia went to the stairs and climbed together to the third floor.
They had just gotten to the second floor when Allison looked at Olivia thoughtfully. "Are you scared?"
Olivia paused mid step for a second, her eyes flashing over to her. "What? No," she lied. Maybe it was the current situation, but she just couldn't be vulnerable to tell the truth. "No, I'm good."
"Really?" Allison's voice was, admittedly, skeptical. Olivia nodded, looking down at their feet as they continued up the stairs. "I'm scared."
"You are?" Olivia stopped on the third-floor landing.
"Surprisingly, I'm not fearless," Allison snorted, her laughter faltering into a frown. "I'm scared about a lot, actually." She took a deep breath; Olivia could see tears shining in her eyes. "I'm failing Econ and my dad's gonna kill me. I'm terrified that Isaac's dying. I'm scared that I made a mistake with Scott. I'm afraid that someone's going to get hurt..."
When Allison's voice hitched at the end of her speech, Olivia pulled her into a tight hug. Though a little hunched due to their height difference, Allison buried her head into Olivia's shoulder and stayed there for a moment, letting the few tears that fell from her eyes dry.
"I lied," Olivia whispered. "I'm terrified. I just don't like sharing those types of feelings."
Allison chuckled and squeezed her for a second. "I know. It took you way too long to realize that you loved Stiles and I don't think I've ever seen you cry."
"It happens once and a while, just a few days ago, actually," Olivia pulled away from the hug so they could see each other while they spoke. "I have a hard time being vulnerable, especially when Stiles is in trouble. It's like I can't focus on anything else, or I'll feel too much and then I'd really be useless."
"You're not useless," Allison sniffed once and nudged her arm. "You're smart, you're powerful, and you can kick ass, thanks to your talented best friend."
"Hey, I really appreciate you taking time to teach me."
"As long as you can protect yourself, it's worth every minute," Allison assured her. "We're gonna be okay, Liv. Even if we are a little scared."
"I really hope so, Al."
With that, they promised each other to meet on the first floor after they were done with their floors. Allison continued up the stairs and Olivia entered the third floor. Unfortunately, there was nothing suspicious on the floor, nor was there anything that the Nogitsune seemed to have touched. The only thing that stood out to her on the fourth floor was some mean old lady that threw pudding at her.
It seemed that Noah had finished his floors quickly and was getting antsy, because he met her at the elevator on the fourth floor. "You okay?"
Olivia grumbled about the old lady and tried to wipe the pudding off her shoes onto the floor. "I was attacked by some psycho."
Noah studied the brown substance on her shoes and grimaced. "That's not poop, is it?"
"Thankfully, it's pudding," Olivia shuddered, counting her blessings that it wasn't fecal matter.
When the elevator opened, the two of them got on. For a second, Olivia was quiet, thinking. During her rounds of the two floors, she thought a lot about what she and Allison talked about, as well as how ruthless she knows she could be if someone she loved was in danger.
It scared her, what she would do for love. Her father didn't love anyone but himself, and he acted like a completed lunatic sometimes. What would happen to her, someone who gave and received love? Would she turn into a bigger monster than Peter?
"Are you okay?"
She hadn't even realized that she was crying until Noah asked her if she was alright. She huffed softly and quickly wiped away her tears. "Yeah, yes, I'm fine. Thank you."
In a manner just like Stiles, Noah raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "I'm gonna be frank with ya, kiddo. You don't look fine. What's going on in that head?"
More tears filled her eyes until she couldn't see straight. Maybe she needed to be vulnerable, just for a minute or two. "I miss Stiles," she admitted, looking straight at the elevator doors so she wouldn't see his reaction. "I feel like I can't breathe without him, like I can't be myself, or be anyone good without him. And that scares me because Stiles isn't really Stiles right now, but I would still do anything for him."
"That scares me too. I don't...I don't think about innocent lives the same way you, Scott, and the Argents do. I'm glad that you think of them, don't get me wrong, but when it comes to Stiles, or Lydia, or Derek and Isaac, and all the people I love, the whole world can burn as long as they're safe," she was on the verge of a panic attack now, the second one that she's ever had and she still didn't look at Noah. "My father is a monster. He never loved me, he never loved my mother. He ruthlessly killed people and mentally broke my cousin until she brought him back to life. But, if he's a monster, what would that make me? Because I would do all of that for the people I love."
She released a hard sob as Noah touched the back of her head and slowly pulled her into a comforting hug. "I don't want to be like him. I don't want to be a monster."
Noah shushed her and rubbed her back while he let her cry it out. And, yes, she had Derek growing up and he was the best big brother/cousin and father figure that she could ever ask for, but this was the first time that she had known what having a dad was like. Just sharing how she felt and letting someone listen to her feelings without judgment took a huge weight off of her shoulders. She hugged him back tightly, her panicked breathing slowing as she pulled herself together with Noah's help.
"You know how I know that you're not a monster?" Noah asked when they finally pulled away. Olivia shook her head and wiped her tears. "Because you don't want to be one. You will never be a monster because of that, Olivia. And, yes, you would do a lot for the people you loved, but so would a lot of people and that can be a bad thing, but it also could be good. Life is not black and white, contrary to popular belief, and when it comes down to that moment when you have to do something to protect the person you love, you could be surprised on how it turns out."
Olivia nodded and whispered a thank you before falling quiet. While he started the elevator again (she hadn't even noticed when he stopped it) she soaked in his words. She would think on them even as they left the elevator and met up with Allison at the nurse's station.
"Anything?" Allison asked them.
Just as they were about to answer, the sheriff's phone started to buzz wildly.
"What's that?" Allison wondered, her and Olivia glanced over at his phone while he unlocked it and loaded up an app.
"Someone's breaking into my house," once he pulled up the app, he loaded into the cameras. "After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some security precautions put in. Motion sensors, cameras, that sort of thing."
Olivia raised her eyebrows in surprise when he pulled up the camera feed in Stiles' room. The Nogitsune sat on Stiles' bed and waved directly at the camera, mocking them.
-
By the time that they had called Derek and Mr. Argent and got to the house, the Nogitsune was long gone. Stiles' room had been cleaned up since the incident with all the red string and scissors, but now it was messy again. Clothes were strewn across the floor, the desk chair was on its head, and the mirror was covered in marker. What caught her attention the most was the chess board. Usually Stiles treated the chess set as gently as he would a newborn baby, but today the board was splayed out, with chess pieces of both colors randomly set up across it. Attached to each piece was a sticky note with someone's name on it, just like it had been when he was explaining the supernatural to Noah for the first time.
The five of them surrounded the board, studying it carefully.
"What is all this?" Argent asked. "What are these sticky notes for?"
"This is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about all of you."
"Well, maybe it's a message from Stiles," Allison suggested. "The real Stiles."
Olivia twisted her lips. She didn't agree, but she didn't yet know why the board and its setup bothered her so much.
"You think there's any reason my name's on the king?" Derek wondered.
While Stilinski answered him, Olivia's mind raced. That's it, she realized, zoning in on the King. Stiles, though he begrudgingly respected Derek, never saw him as leadership material. If it was really him giving them a message, he would have made Scott the king piece.
"...you're one move from being in checkmate..."
Olivia, who had been bending over the board for some kind of insight, quickly stood up. "This isn't a message from our Stiles," she told them. "It's a threat from the Nogitsune. He's at the loft and he's daring us to come for him."
Allison nodded, eagerly agreeing with her. "That has to be the reason. Look at all the pawns surrounding the king. That's us."
Derek crossed his arms. "Night's falling."
"This couldn't sound any more like a trap," Argent worried.
"I don't think it is," Noah immediately disagreed.
"I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff."
"Hear me out," Noah argued. "What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive. No rhyme, no reason, right?"
"Meaning what?"
"Our enemy is not a killer, it's a trickster. The killing is just a by-product."
Derek seemed on the fence. "If you're trying to say it won't kill us, I'm not feeling too confident about that."
"It won't," Noah assured him. "It wants irony. It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punch line."
Almost simultaneously, Olivia and Allison turned to their respective family members, pleading for them to at least go along with Noah's quasi-plan. Derek conceded with a nod after he and Olivia had a staring contest, in which she won, and Mr. Argent glanced out the window before turning to Noah.
"The sun is setting, Sheriff. What do you have in mind?"
With no time to lose, the five of them schemed.
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the gang - celia’s pov
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ruralnorth · 1 month
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Mood board for Flesh and Bone, a Peter Hale/OC Teen Wolf fic.
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raynelbabe · 1 year
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how do we feel about using y/n? love it? hate it? neutral?
i personally always have an oc when i post on wattpad or a03 bc i creating new characters but i know on here we like reader inserts better
so personally its easier to just change the oc name to y/n rather than change it all to second person pov
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stilesandscripts · 1 month
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Chapter 15 is live - really resonated with this one while writing it. 
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ladytamris · 7 months
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Under A Full Moon!
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Here is the cover that I made for Under A Full Moon!
It can be found here on Archive of Our Own.
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iaby-staddy-edits · 1 year
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It really does!
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sapphireginger · 1 year
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Title: Knots Are Knot for Everyone
Pairing: Stiam (Stiles Stilinski + Liam Dunbar)
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 8,134
Warnings:  Brief Mention of Non-Consensual Body Modification  Mentions of Pase Rape/Non-Con
Summary:
Tis beauty I have nare seen before but to admire it is no chore. I see both the inside and the out. For him I’m on my knees. To him I’m most devout. ~ Duke Gajos
Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Biting/Claiming
Liam fidgets in his seat in front of Satomi's desk as he glances at the envelope she's examining. He's pretty sure he already knows what it says but he's learned to be patient and it's not like Satomi won't tell him what it says.
He startles when she clears her throat softly but firmly. "Are you sure about this Liam?"
"Yes, Alpha. I'm sure." He smiles. "I know I'm just a beta and he probably deserves much better but I–"
"I think that's for him to decide and you're not just anything. You are a beta in both classification and a beta in my pack, but you are first and foremost Liam." Her voice is firm but not unkind. "Now if you are sure then I will see that you have what you need to travel as well as help you with your suit."
Liam wets his lips nervously and nods. "I'm sure."
Satomi smiles and holds out the letter so Liam can read it. "Read through it while I go retrieve what you'll need."
"Yes, Alpha." He takes the letter and sinks back into his chair as he begins to read.
Beta Dunbar,
I have received your suit and find myself intrigued. I've seen your status, pack information and would appreciate it if you could travel to the city for the upcoming season. I make no promises, but your suit has been accepted into the next round.
Please be at the city by no later than October the 13th.
Cordially,
His Grace
Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos Duke of Edinburgh
Lord of Amhearst Manor of the Edinburg Estate
Liam swoons and traces each letter with his fingertips. "I intrigue him," he whispers.
Once again, he is startled when Satomi clears her throat. "All right Liam. Your bag is packed. Here is your pack symbol and your suit is in a small pocket inside the bag. Be safe and remember to be yourself. Do not try to be something you're not for you know he'll see through falsehoods."
"Yes, Alpha," the beta says as he stands and sets the letter back on her desk.
"Take it with you," she instructs. "Let it remind you that he did choose you."
Liam blushes and folds the letter up, sticking it back into the envelope. Then he walks over and takes his bag, slipping the envelope inside. "I will make you proud, Alpha Ito."
She scents him and ruffles his hair. "I already am proud, but I know you will do well. What must we also remember?"
"Three things are not long hidden. The sun. The moon. The truth."
"Good. Off with you. You don't want to be late."
Liam hurries out the door and takes a deep breath before attaching the bag to the back of his horse. He's glad he convinced Brett to help him ride better because otherwise he'd never get to the city in time. With a click of his tongue and a gentle tap of his feet the horse starts down the path.
All the while his thoughts are filled with nothing but him. The spark known round the world but also him, the boy who runs with wolves. He smiles when he thinks about everything he's read about the spark as his horse begins to gallop.
The sun is shining, the sky is clear and he's on his way to prove his worth as a mate.
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Deucalion Blackwood is a stoic man and also a vindictive one. He watches his beta as he lounges sideways in the armchair. "So, you know what I'm asking of you?" he asks.
Theo tilts his head and nods. "Yep," he says popping the p.
"Then tell me."
"I'm not some stupid beta or omega who can't remember things. I'm an alpha."
Deucalion glares him into submission with a rumble in his chest. "We have one shot at this, and I won't have you ruining it. We need that spark and since the other one slipped through my fingers, I refuse to allow this one to get away as well."
Theo huffs. "Then why don't you go if you want him that badly?"
"Because he's not stupid. He knows who I am and well we already have you in place to say which pack you're from without lying don't we? Tell me Theo, who's your alpha?"
"I'm my own alpha," he sneers.
Deucalion gives a full belly laugh with a sinister smirk. "Excellent. There was no skip in your heartbeat. See it's the truth because you believe it. Now get going. I'm sure there will be others there as well who are hoping to be the lucky one to get the spark. So do what you must. Just no killing."
Theo smirks and stands up. "Of course, Alpha," he purrs as he grabs his bag. "Is Shadow ready for me?"
"You're taking Nightmare instead."
"Fine. Whatever." Theo rolls his eyes and pushes past his alpha freezing when claws grasp at his neck. "Yes, Alpha Blackwood."
Deuc smiles, tightening his hold for just a moment before releasing the beta. "Good boy. Shoo!"
Theo holds in a growl of annoyance as he leaves the manor and secures his bag to the ink black horse. He mounts Nightmare and heads off down the road. He snorts. "Nightmare. How fitting."
The alpha allows his mind to wander. He's seen the spark and the man is beautiful as fuck. He's also wickedly clever and very pretty. Theo smirks. "Such a pretty omega is he. Oh, the things I'll do when he's mine."
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The Duke paces in his study, his mind racing with chaos. What if they don't come? What if they come and he doesn't want or like any of them? What if he gets a real knothead who only wants–
"You're thinking too hard about this, Your Grace."
He whips his head towards the study door and sighs. "Lady Martin. My apologies. I am just so nervous."
Lydia quirks a brow. "His Grace, the one and only Spark Gajos a Duke, is nervous about his suitors? Like this surprises me?"
He glares at her and huffs turning to face the window watching the light rain pittering against the glass. "You know I've always wanted what my mother before me had. I want love but it's time to make a choice. Love or not I must mate. I just hope one of them will at least be someone I can learn to love."
The study door closes, and the other omega makes her way over. "I know. I wish we had more time to make sure, but I've seen the ones you did select, and I just know that one of them will be the perfect mate for you."
"You really think so?" he asks, not taking his gaze from the window.
She gently places her hand on his arm. "I know so."
Stiles allows himself another few minutes to collect himself and then straightens his posture, his eyes flaring turquoise. "Let's get ready then. I have suitors to impress and a mate to meet."
"That's the spirit."
"Actually, it's spark."
He ducks to avoid her playful smack to the back of his head and lets her lead him to his room. There is much to do yet and what the hell should he wear? Thank hell for Lady Lydia Martin.
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The morning of October 13th the manor and the estate itself, is a blur of activity as everyone puts finishing touches on the decorations, food and well Lydia of course puts the finishing touches on Stiles's outfit.
The stable hands receive the horses as the suitors begin to arrive and then they are led to the main room where refreshments are served while they wait for the Duke's arrival.
"I don't know if I can do this, Lyds. It's so much more daunting to see them all. Before they were just like an idea in my head and now they're actually like here and actual people."
She smooths out the collar of his coat and sighs. "Take a breath before you have a panic attack or spark out on accident."
He looks at her affronted. "I haven't sparked out in years."
"Exactly. So don't start now." She steps back and turns him to face the mirror. "What do you think?"
The Man gapes at his reflection then turns to the left and back to the right. "Holy shit," he mutters. "Damn. I look good."
Lydia stifles a laugh even as she fondly rolls her eyes. "You always look good. I just know how to bring it out. Now remember you are the Duke. You are the spark. This is your domain. They have to prove themselves. You have proven yourself to the world. Don't make it easy on them. Don't let them make the rules. This is your game. You make the rules. Act aloof and above it all but also use that sarcastic assholery that charmed me into being your best friend when we first met. Got it?"
Stiles swallows and nods. "Got it."
He adjusts his cravat and runs his hands down his front to smooth out the fabric of his black double breasted dress coat of fine wool his mother had made for him with real silver buttons. Underneath that he's wearing a light turquoise colored waistcoat over a white linen shirt. He rakes his eyes lower to admire the look of his off white tight fitting pantaloons tucked into black boots and then adjusts his black velvet cloak. "This is as good as it's going to get."
He turns and takes the black gloves from Lydia pressing a kiss to her temple. She smiles and ushers him to the door. "Good luck."
"Thank you," he whispers. He opens the door and glances back once more. "I'll tell you all about it over afternoon tea. Okay?"
"You'd better." She bites her lip and then nods. "Also remember that secondary gender should hold no bearing on your decision of them as a person. Just as your being an omega shouldn't matter either. You are first and foremost. Mieczyslaw Gajos."
Stiles smiles. "I know. See you at half past two for tea. If I am late, send Beta Lahey for me."
With a final nod they part, and Stiles pulls on his gloves. "It'll be fine. There's nothing to fear. This is my domain. I'm in charge here."
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Liam looks around at the other suitors with nerves plain on his face. There's so many of them and he's just one person. One beta and how is he supposed to stand out? He takes a drink of his champagne and remembers his breathing exercises that Satomi taught him. It's not that he's afraid of losing control but they do help with anxiety.
Everyone is mingling but Theo is surveying each and every single one of them. He's seriously not impressed by any of them. There's two omegas which is absolutely ridiculous. Why in the world would the Duke want another just like him? There are several betas and they outnumber the alpha's by quite a bit. He thinks he counted like ten betas, two omegas and five alphas.
Then his eyes fall on a beta near the far side of the room who looks like she might be sick. He smirks and makes his way over. Perfect place to start weeding out the competition because that's what this whole thing is: a competition and Theo refuses to lose.
Liam has noticed the alpha who looks at everyone as a threat but also seems highly amused by them. He shakes his head and turns his focus towards the front of the room. Soon the Duke will enter, and they'll all get to see him in person. He tries very hard not to think about the book in his bag written by the spark. He hopes that even if he doesn't get chosen that he might get to talk to the man. If he talks like he writes it would be a wonderful conversation, he's sure.
The room goes quiet as a door near the back of the room opens which has everyone turning around. They had all expected him to enter in from the other side. That is probably why he didn't. They may as well learn right now that he isn't like any other omega, and he won't adhere to expectations.
A servant clears his throat. "May I introduce His Grace Mieczyslaw Genim Gajos Duke of Edinburgh, Spark, Omega and Lord of Amhearst Manor of the Edinburg Estate."
Everyone's eyes are locked on the door as the spark enters. The women curtsy, the men bow and Liam swoons. He's beautiful.
Theo can't take his eyes off of those pink pouty lips and all the dirty things they can probably do and say. Though he loathes to admit it, he should thank Deucalion for letting him put his suit in. There's no way he won't be leaving without the pretty omega.
The spark glances around as he makes his way to the front where a wingback chair is positioned next to the fire. He does not sit however but instead turns to face them all. "Please find a seat. We will be here for a while."
The alphas in the room hesitate and the spark quirks a brow at them before tilting his head. "If there is anyone here who has such a high opinion of themselves as to believe they are more important than the rest of the people here they should probably leave now. I won't tolerate discrimination against other classifications. So, if you alphas think you're too good to sit amongst us..." He gestures to the door where a guard is waiting. "Then by all means leave. You are not required to be here. You chose to put in a suit. If you don't leave now and I catch anyone with that opinion later on, you will be asked to leave and perhaps banned. My godmother Duchess Hale would have words with those of you with that opinion."
Everyone stills and says nothing.
He sees one person open their mouth and quirks a brow. "Perhaps I should call on my godfather Duke Hale. His claws are always eager for some sharpening." His tone is playful but he's deadly serious. Better they learn now he's not to be trifled with and he's not stupid and won't be treated as such.
One alpha, a curly blonde glares at him. Her tone is offended. "You're threatening us? How dare you! We are the higher biological classification as alphas. Everyone knows that omegas need an alpha. So, what is this little charade you're giving us really about?"
Stiles makes a fist but then takes a breath and relaxes it with only two people in the room having noticed the reaction. "Miss Swan is it?"
She gives a self-important nod.
"I see." He signals to his guard and then takes a seat. "Pity but then again not really. Your disrespect not just of station but lack of human decency is not wanted here. Good day Miss Swan." His gaze falls on the embers in the fireplace.
"What? That's it?! Hey! What are you–" she swears as the guard drags her out and boots her from the estate. "How dare you?! Don't you know who I am?!" she snarls.
The spark smirks. "No. I haven't a clue."
Everyone can hear her shrieks of anger as she's escorted all the way to the gate and then locked out and the smirk doesn't slip from the omega's face once. When he looks back at the room full of people he tilts his head, quirking a brow. "Take a seat and let's begin."
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Lydia is just pulling the kettle off of the fire when the parlor door flings opens and a furious Stiles stalks in, slinging his tailcoat over the arm of the settee and plopping into the wingback chair with a huff.
She lets him collect himself as she pours them each a cup of tea. It takes a good ten minutes for him to relax but the tea helps a lot.
"I apologize for my countenance upon my arrival."
She smoothes out her green velvet skirt and smiles. "No worries. I suspected you would be as such. Hence why I have prepared for you your favorite."
Stiles smiles and takes a few more sips, humming pleased with the taste. "Thank you."
"So, what have they done to put you in such a state?"
"Oh well. Let's see. I had three knotheads, one of which I had to have removed and the other two I dismissed. Which leaves two alphas. I had five out of the ten betas ask to leave because they didn't know if they could handle me and then the two omegas told me they only came to see if the stories were true about my being the furthest thing from an omega. Then they left with such dramatic docility. Society's definition of omega and I had enough. So, I asked the servants to escort the remaining five betas and remaining two alphas to their rooms until dinner."
Lydia watches her friend's shoulders slump and sets her cup down. Her scent is soothing to him. So, she makes her way over and takes his cup, setting it on the table before taking a seat on his lap. His arms settle around her waist. His cheek rests against her bosom and he melts into the fingers running through his hair.
"I wish she was here," he says, his voice barely audible.
"I know. I wish she was too. She'd be better at this than me I can admit but you're not alone. We all want to see you mated but above all we want you to be happy. I can ask Peter to put the fear of god into them if you'd like. You know he'd do it for you."
Stiles snorts and purrs at her ministrations, his eyes sliding to half mast. "Yeah. We'll save that for later. I think Duke Hale is just being overprotective is all."
Lydia rolls her eyes. "If I was him and had raised you from preteen to adulthood, I would be overprotective too, but he did promise to stay out of this. Be grateful for that. Had he heard the knotheads or even the omegas hell even the betas he'd be furious."
"Which is exactly why we won't be telling him."
They sit in silence for a little while just listening to the flickering flames and the sound of each other's breathing. Lydia continues to run her fingers through her friend's hair and smiles when his breathing evens out. "You sleep. I'll keep watch."
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Theo is feeling quite pleased with himself. Planting doubts in the betas's heads had worked wonders. Of course, none of them have the firm hand needed to control such an unruly omega. It's better they leave and try their hand elsewhere. They are down to seven suitors now and Theo doesn't see any of them as threats.
He strips off his blood red dress coat with golden buttons and lays it across the chair in his room. He's a bit disappointed that they are all not staying in the main house. It makes for less opportunities to run into the omega but he'll wait. The final two get to stay in the main house. Obviously, he will be one of those. He smirks at his reflection unfastening the top of his shirt to reveal a toned chest. Yeah. There's no way he won't have the omega drooling.
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Liam sits in the chair by the fire in his room reading his book. His baby blue double breasted dress coat with silver buttons is hanging on a hook on the back of the door. He's made so many notes over the years of things he wants to know more about and things he wants to discuss. He feels terrible for how the spark was treated by the rest of them. Liam wonders if anyone actually sees that he's a person like them with real feelings or if they do, he wonders if they just don't care.
It makes him want to bundle the omega up but also makes him want to give the other suitors a piece of his mind. He'll do neither of course but it's nice to think about what he would do if he had the right.
They'll eat dinner with the Duke this evening and Liam is looking forward to it. The cook he met, Marie, was so quiet but she talked to him about what it's like working for the spark. Her favorite thing is when he comes down to the kitchens and teaches her to bake. It made Liam smile that the spark goes down to help and not because he's an omega but because his mother taught him and he's teaching someone else. Then again Liam isn't someone who believes in gender roles. Not one bit.
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When Stiles wakes up, he's feeling a lot better. All is not lost and there is still hope. "What time is it Lydia?" he asks sleepily.
She looks up from her place on the settee. "Half fast four."
Stiles's eyes widen. "Oh great!" he mutters.
"Why is that your response?"
"I promised to help Marie this evening. She wanted to make sure the meal was perfect, and I told her it's okay if it's just something simple, but she is determined."
Lydia smiles. "You're sweet to her. I suspect she wishes the same happiness for you that you've helped give her."
The spark's brow furrows. "What do you mean?" he asks as he fixes his turquoise waistcoat and off white cravat. Then he smoothes the legs of his breeches.
"I mean that you're the one who brought her out of the awful orphanage, taught her to cook and gave her a home. She adores you and you're like a father to her even though you're not old enough to have actually sired her. Plus, there's her brother and her mate. Both of whom you saved from an awful fate of being shipped across the sea. So, I should think it fairly obvious why she wants to make sure everything is as close to perfect as possible."
He blushes and huffs. "Well, I did what anyone would've do–"
Lydia shuts her book firmly and sends him an annoyed look. "Then tell me why the rest of the city did nothing? If anyone would have then why did no one else?"
Properly chastised he nods. "I see your point. I'll head to the kitchens to help her, and I'll see you for dinner."
"No, you won't," she says softly. "I can't be there. You know this but I will be here for more omega cuddles. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Now go on and remember you are perfect the way you are."
He snorts. "So cliche but I know." He kisses her cheek and leaves the parlor.
Lydia watches him go and looks towards the fire. She wants the best for her friend. Perhaps it is time to visit the secret room so she can see just what these suitors really think.
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"Hello darling," Stiles greets cheerily as he hangs his coat up and rolls up his sleeves. "What are we having?"
Marie smiles at him with flour on her cheeks. "Honey bread with chicken and hopefully vegetables." She chews her lip. "What do you think? Too much? Too little? Maybe bread without honey?"
Stiles smiles and shakes his head. "I think it sounds perfect. You know how much I love chicken and there is nothing better or sweeter than your honey bread. Well, unless we count you."
She giggles and gestures to the fireplace. "I've heated the water for the veggies. I know you like the repetition of cutting them up."
"Indeed I do. You know me so well."
They work in companionable silence for a little while until Marie places the bread in the stone oven to bake. "Your Grace? I hope you don't think it forward of me but how did the first meeting go?"
Stiles pauses and tries to smile. "It could have gone much better, but it also could have been worse."
"Do I need to go deal with some knotheads?"
Her protectiveness makes him smile. "No need. I can handle some knotheads. It was more the others that wounded me. Hearing a bunch of betas say they don't think they can handle me and then omegas saying they just wanted to know if the stories about me were true and then leaving, that's what hurt the most. I'd rather they be sexist pricks about my biology than judgemental assholes about my personality and countenance."
Marie frowns, her heart hurting for him. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. It's a good thing I made the honey bread then huh?"
Stiles smiles and chuckles wetly. "Good thing indeed."
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Dinner is served at half past six and Stiles watches as the remaining two alphas and five betas take their seats. He isn't impressed by either of the alphas but he did promise Peter to consider them even though he's pretty sure the man knows he won't choose one.
He takes his seat at the head of the table and the servants bring in the food. Marie gives him an encouraging and reassuring smile as she sets his plate down in front of him. He's about to thank her when two of the betas growl.
His gaze snaps to them. "Why do you think it is appropriate to growl? I ask for civility."
The betas huff and the raven haired one gestures with his chin to Marie. "Seems suspicious you have us all staying elsewhere and then let a pretty pair of tit–"
"OUT!!" the Duke snarls his fingers sparking and eyes black with rage. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOME!!!!"
Both betas nearly wet themselves as they bolt out the door. Marie is shaking and startles when Stiles gently touches her arm. "Thank you darling."
Marie nods and goes to leave. She nearly stumbles but an arm shoots out to catch her. "Careful," the voice says softly, and she smiles at the beta she had spoken to earlier that day.
"Thank you."
Liam nods and then turns his attention back to his food. He misses the curious and intrigued look on the Duke's face.
Theo watches the omega and has to think of unsexy things to dampen his arousal at the display of power. The man is so damn gorgeous especially when he's angry. Maybe he won't break him fully because that anger is simply breathtaking. Five left and it's only the first day.
Stiles asks them a few questions after their meal is finished before bidding them a good night and retreating to his rooms.
Liam makes his way to one of the guards and speaks softly. "May I help with the dishes? I-I know it's probably not proper, but I don't really care when it comes to gender roles and I would like to thank the cook."
The guard, a stoic man, sizes him up and then nods gesturing to the kitchen but gives a look that says he'll be watching.
With a nervous gulp, Liam heads to the kitchens with a smile when he sees the cook but freezes when he sees the Duke as well. The way the light of the moon shines on the man's face makes his skin look pale but so beautiful.
Marie stops mid sentence and smiles. "Hello Beta Dunbar."
Stiles whips his head to look at him and quirks a brow. "I thought I bid you all a good night."
Liam swallows and nods. "You did, Your Grace, but I asked if I could help with the dishes, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. The food was delicious, and I-I think it was rotten what they said but I don't want to intrude so I won't stay if you wish me to go."
The spark bites his lip to hide a smile and gestures to the sink. "Have at it. I appreciate your concern for her."
"For both."
"Pardon," the spark says.
Liam rolls up his sleeves as he makes his way to the sink. "I was concerned for both of you."
Stiles's eyes narrow but before he can say he can take care of himself the beta speaks again.
"Not that you need me to be concerned about you. I mean I should think knowing someone cares matters a great deal but I also know that you're not some damsel either. So, though I'm concerned I also recognize the difference between someone who needs to be saved and someone who wants to be cherished."
Stiles swallows thickly and turns back to the fire. He sees Marie watching him and smiles softly at her. The beta helps with the rest of the dishes and then looks around to see if there's anything else he can do. His eyes fall on the spark now sitting in front of the fire much more relaxed than he was at dinner.
He allows his eyes to wander over the man's form admiring his beauty. He blushes when he sees more of the man's chest, and it's drool worthy, but his eyes are the real treasure.
Liam is pulled from his thoughts by the spark's amused voice. "Your assistance has been appreciated, Beta Dunbar. I should think you have much better things to do than stare."
Liam's cheeks flush. "Tis beauty I have nare seen before but to admire it is no chore. I see both the inside and the out. For him I'm on my knees. To him I'm most devout."
The spark's eyes darken but with heat and his breath catches. "You've read..." he trails off. "I'll see you in the morning, Beta Dunbar."
He knows he's being dismissed but the soft smile, an almost smirk, that the spark is giving him makes his insides warm. "I hope so, Your Grace." Then he leaves and makes his way to his room.
Stiles can't help but smile, pleased with the beta and surprised at the same time. Marie hands him a bowl of fruit and smiles. "Someone seems to be feeling better."
"He's read my book. No one could quote it like that if they hadn't."
"Then I think sleep is in order so you can find out in the morning."
He stands and squeezes her shoulder gently before kissing her forehead. "Goodnight." Then he leaves.
She watches him leave and sighs hoping that he will find a mate. He more than anyone she's ever known deserves it.
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The next two days see that only two betas and one alpha remain, and Stiles watches them closely. Lydia has of course given her ten cents because she doesn't give only two.
She agrees with him that Alpha Raeken is pretty to look at for sure, but he has no sincerity to him. Beta Alaksander is quiet but when he does speak it's not very intelligent. That's not to say he's dimwitted but he just doesn't keep up with Stiles in the least. Then there's Beta Dunbar and well when Stiles talks about him Lydia just knows.
By the end of the week the only ones remaining are Beta Dunbar and Alpha Raeken. The two men lounge in the main parlor as they wait for the Duke to arrive.
"So why are you here?" Theo asks.
Liam tilts his head. "I would say for the same reason as you but we both know that wouldn't be true."
Theo narrows his eyes. "Trying to imply something there? Don't be shy. Say what's on your mind."
"He'll see right through you."
"Then why am I still here?"
Liam shrugs. "Maybe he thinks you're pretty, but he won't choose you. I'm not saying he'll choose me either, but you can't fake these things. Alpha Ito says–"
"Oh, just shut up already. You're so annoying!" the alpha snaps. "He'll choose me because he knows he needs an alpha. What can you offer him that I can't?"
The two men are oblivious to the partially ajar door.
The beta tilts his head. "An equal."
Theo snorts. "Alphas and omegas aren't equal. Neither are betas and omegas. You will have no hope of a match if you can't give him a firm hand."
"Why do you think he's something to be controlled or changed? He's perfect the way he is."
"You're just a lovesick puppy, a fool and he'll see that. Tell me, does he know you keep a book he wrote with little notes in it?" The alpha pulls the book out and smirks.
Liam's eyes widen and he makes fists. "Give it back to me. You shouldn't have gotten your hands on it. It was in my room."
Theo makes a tiny tear on the page eliciting a whimper from the beta. "Yes, but it should have been my room. Tell me why did the omega let you be closer to him than me? Have you been sleeping with him to gain his favor?" he asks, making a small tear on another page.
"Stop! Please? Just give me the book back."
"Tell me the truth and rescind your suit. You do that and I'll give you the book."
Liam swallows nervously as his gaze flicks between Theo and the book. He remembers Satomi's words and almost smiles. "Three things are not long hidden. The sun. The moon. The truth." He smirks at the alpha. "I wonder how long you expect your truth to remain hidden."
"You little bast–"
The door slams open and Stiles stares at the alpha with eyes of fury.
Theo for all his bravado looks like he may wet himself. That fury isn't so wonderful when it's directed at him. "Hello Omega. We have been wondering if everything was alright since you were late."
"You should address me as Your Grace. I am more than biology and oh really? Tell me something, Alpha Raeken. What pack do you belong to?"
"I'm my own alpha."
Stiles smiles but it's not a nice one at all. "I see but you're a wolf and wolves without packs are to be brought to the city authorities. So, if you are packless, I must do my civic duty and warn them of a packless wolf."
Theo's face pales and Liam watches with wide eyes. The alpha tries to regain his composure. "I have a pack, but I am not lying about being my own alpha." He flashes red eyes at the omega and smirks. "Kneel."
Liam winces worried about the spark, but he needn't have been concerned. The next thing he knows the alpha is the one kneeling at the spark's feet and has a blade at his throat. "You can tell Deucalion that he's wasting his time. My mother never wanted anything to do with him and though he forced himself on her, he is not my father. So, you go back to him and if I ever see you again, I will kill you."
He wants to look away as the Duke mutilates the Alpha's hand as an example to those who view omegas as property.
Liam isn't ignorant to the fact that while Theo may have arrived an alpha in rank he will be leaving without his alpha spark. Blue eyes are obvious indicators of murderers.
Liam watches as the Duke's chest heaves and slowly walks over. He's not expecting to be slammed into the ground with the man on top of him, but he freezes.
"I won't hurt you. I am sorry for approaching, I shouldn't have crowded you."
The spark blinks a few times and the turquoise bleeds from his eyes leaving amber gems staring back at him. "I-I–" The spark's cheeks flush and embarrassment clouds his scent as he scrambles to get up.
Liam rests his hands gently on the spark's hips and the man stills. "It's okay. I'd react the same way if someone like him posed a threat to me or was connected to someone who harmed someone I love."
Stiles slowly relaxes and smiles but then realizes he's still straddling the beta and squeaks as he moves to sit next to him instead. "Still, I know it was intense. I knew he wasn't sincere, but I had not thought him connected to Alpha Blackwood."
The beta tilts his head. "Forgive me, but why let him stay if you did not think him sincere?"
The spark snorts and Liam finds it adorable. "He was pretty to look at."
"I admit to thinking that you would prefer an alpha over a beta."
"Now why would I want an alpha? I may be an omega, but betas are just as good. Plus, all the hype about a knot isn't my thing. They're completely overrated. I can look at something pretty and not want to fuck it or mate it." Then he glances at the lamp nearby. "See that lamp is pretty but I'm not into objectophilia. I'd prefer a perfect beta co—" he clears his throat, his cheeks a little pink. "I apologize. I'm getting ahead of myself."
Liam isn't objecting and feels a bit hot under the collar but clears his throat and shrugs. "I don't mind."
Stiles chuckles and gestures to the door. "Come with me."
He leads the beta to his own parlor and then waits until they are both comfortable before speaking. "Tell me about yourself, Beta Dunbar."
"What do you want to know?"
Stiles hums in contemplation. "Why did you put in your suit? Was it coerced, bargained, bartered, or free willed?"
Liam swallows thickly. "I-I um. So, I just joined a pack. My alpha has been helping me with control, but I still suck at it. I was coming here because I've read all your work and I've seen how you treat people regardless of status and I wanted to be able to talk to you," he growls frustrated with himself. "I thought I had my control at a place where I could try to court you. I guess it's not as good as I thought."
The spark is suddenly sitting much closer making Liam almost topple backwards. "You've read my work?" he whispers, his tone awed.
"Yes. Every word."
Stiles smiles and it's the first real smile Liam has seen from him. "Which was your favorite?"
Liam smiles. "Ses lettres d'amour."
"Est-ce que tu parles français?"
Liam nods. "A-A little. Not fluent but I would like to be."
Stiles finds himself brushing his fingers over the betas hand. "You're the first person to just make me feel normal. Other than Lady Martin or my father."
Their fingers intertwine and the beta's heart races as he meets amber eyes. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're you and shouldn't have to fit into the boxes others have made to try to control or change you."
"And you?" Stiles says. "You don't wish to change me?"
Liam shakes his head. "No. I wouldn't change a thing."
Their faces are so close now Liam's nostrils are flooded with the scent of pleased omega, and he rumbles in his chest before blushing. It makes the spark laugh and then his lips are on the beta's and nothing else matters.
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Over the course of the next three months the two of them spend as much time together as they can. They share stolen kisses and exchange courting gifts. They ride horses and cuddle. Then they do Stiles's favorite. They go swimming.
They went into the water in just their braies. Stiles almost opted to go in naked but figured it was too soon for that. It felt like they were in their own little world which led to this moment.
Liam brushes wet strands of chocolate curls from the spark's face and smiles. Stiles loves those baby blue eyes, and he nuzzles into the palm cupping his jaw. They eagerly lean in and connect their lips.
They're far enough from the estate to afford them a certain measure of privacy as they make their way to the grassy spot beneath an oak tree where they press their bare chests together and intertwine their legs. The only sounds are the racing heartbeats, heavy breathing and smack of lips.
Stiles pulls back and searches the beta's face. "Be my mate," he whispers.
"Really?" Liam asks surprised but butterflies explode in his stomach as he grins.
It makes the spark laugh and kiss him again. "Yes. Really. Be mine."
Baby blue eyes widen and then soften. "Yes. I'll be yours."
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With only close family to witness they mate in April in the evening under the oak tree where Liam said yes and it's hard to breathe in the best way when they see each other under the light of the full moon.
"As long as I have breath in my lungs, I shall be yours. As a spark. As an omega. As a Duke. As a mate."
"As long as I have breath in my lungs, I shall be yours. As a wolf. As a beta. As a Lord. As a mate."
They seal their bond with a bite and then Stiles slips the robe from his shoulders leaving his body bared to his mate. "Come catch me my mate. Come make me yours." Then he runs.
A howl sounds from the beta's throat as he strips and races after the spark. Mate. Mine. Claim.
He catches him in under an hour and tackles the spark to the ground. Both are glad they are so far from the city because neither of them could have kept silent for this.
As they lay together basking in the afterglow of their mating Stiles coaxes his mate to turn and face him. Liam smiles. "Are you happy?"
Stiles grins and pecks his mate's lips. "Very."
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It's nearly July when an unwanted guest arrives. The newlyweds–they married two months after mating–are attending to their duties.
Stiles is upstairs writing letters of correspondence and Liam is downstairs in the kitchen with Marie.
A guard comes to fetch him. "Your Grace," the man says with a bow. "There is a man here and I was asked not to disturb His Grace Gajos."
Liam dries his hands and nods. "I'll see to it. Thank you."
With a nod the guard leaves and Liam makes his way to the front door. He's both surprised and not to find Theo standing there. "Alpha Raeken. You do remember what my mate said would happen if he saw you again don't you?"
Theo grimaces but plasters on a smirk. "I just wanted to be sure you were satisfying him is all. I figured if you weren't I could offer my services."
Liam gives him a look of disgust and snarls. "He's my mate and I'm his. There is no way you're going anywhere near him let alone have access to him intimately. You're insane."
"Hardly. I just think he acted rashly and figured he has to have come to his senses by now."
"You're delusional."
Theo makes fists. "Can you honestly say you fuck him and leave him satisfied?"
Liam smirks and crosses his arms leaning against the doorway. "No."
The alpha looks triumphant. "Then you need me. It wouldn't do for him to seek it elsewhere and bring disgrace to the name of Gajos. Not that much more disgrace can be brought after what happened with his mother."
With a flash of red eyes Liam slugs the other man and Theo ends up on his back on the ground wheezing. "The only one disgracing their namesake is you. Never speak against my mate or his mother's memory. Now you need to leave, or I'll kill you myself."
Theo spits blood and snarls. "Little beta has an alpha spark. You didn't earn it."
Liam grins. "Oh, but I did. I assume you've never heard of a True Alpha. Rising to the status by will of the heart. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other more important matters to attend to than further conversation with something beneath me."
"He needs a knot, and you don't have one!"
With a shake of his head his eyes take on an amused glint. "He doesn't want one. In fact, I know you couldn't satisfy him. You know why?"
Theo grits his teeth. "Why?"
"Because he fucks me, and I'm always satisfied. Every. Single. Time." He bites his lip and smirks. "I see him in the throes of passion and lust. Not you. He's my mate. Not yours."
"He knows how to find me when he needs a knot because mark my words, he'll want one. He'll crave one and you won't be able to give it to him."
Liam snorts. "Knot every omega wants a knot. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to have my mate fuck me now." He turns to the guard. "Let Peter have him. Mieczyslaw said if he returned, he was fair game."
With a nod the guard pulls a cord, and a side door opens as the front door closes. Theo trembles at the man advancing on him. "Shit."
"Hello Theodore. This will be fun," Peter says, flicking out his claws.
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The screams of pain are only slightly muffled by the door and Liam smirks, pleased with himself as he turns around but then he freezes when he sees his mate watching him. "Uh..." he says, his mind blank.
A hand stretches out and he eagerly takes it, moaning when lips capture his. Hands slip to the swell of his ass and squeeze. He groans at the harsh bite to his bottom lip soothed with a pink tongue as his mate stares at him with eyes full of desire. "That was so damn sexy."
Liam blushes and shrugs one shoulder. "I was just popping off at him is all."
Stiles squeezes the beta's ass harder and then slips one hand into Liam's breeches and presses a dry finger over his hole. "Well, it revved me up. So, we're going to go upstairs to my study where I should be writing letters and I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you." He nibbles at his mate's earlobe and then at the sensitive spot behind his ear. "You want that baby?" he purrs.
"Yes. God yes!"
The omega chuckles and leads his mate into the study. Lydia sees them disappearing into the room and shakes her head with an amused smile. She looks at one of the servants. "Get some towels ready. With the mood he's in they won't be coming out for a while.
She quickly makes her way to her own parlor not needing to hear the squelches of her friend's sex life. Goodness knows she knows way too much already.
Meanwhile in the study Stiles is on his back on the floor and Liam is straddling him. The omega is leaking slick like crazy, and the beta could die happy with that taste on his tongue. He pushes back against the tongue in his hole and long slender fingers stroking his hard cock.
He whines when he's told to get up and bend over the desk but the smirk on his mate's face tells him he can have full access to the omega's slick after. So, he bends over the desk and groans in pleasure when the omega easily sinks into his heat.
"You always feel so good. O-One of these days," the spark stutters out as he begins to firmly thrust. "I'll let you fuck me."
Liam rumbles at that even as he moans, unable to help the sounds he's making. He never thought that he'd actually get to have the spark as his mate but every day he wakes up next to him is a gift.
"Even if you never let me, I won't care. I could live without it just never stop doing tha–Fuck!"
Stiles purrs and covers his mate's back with his body as his hips circle and push his cock deeper. "Believe me, if you want me to fuck you I absolutely will but I do want to try it at least once." His hands grip his mate's hip tight as he snaps his hips harder. "Now cum for me baby. Let go and cum."
And Liam does.
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Stiles is elected into parliament two years after they mated and then a year later, they welcome their first pup that they name Claudia after his mother. She has amber eyes and blonde curly hair. She is the apple of her daddy's eye and Liam spends every spare minute with her that he can.
The two mates are happy, and they never care that they do knot have a knot.
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bloodyrippah · 2 years
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If you love sad Klaus Mikaelson fic; my fic halfway there is the best thing to traumatise you and the character published on mikaelsxnwhorr on wattpad.
There will be a novel for ‘HALFWAY THERE’
THIS BOOK IS A RETELLING OF MY OWN INSPIRED BY MANY FANTASY BOOKS AND NONE FANTASY BOOKS AND REAL LIFE SITUATIONS FOLDED IN ONE.
TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THIS BOOK INCLUDES: Before further ado, here are the multiple trigger warningswritten and mentioned within the book please read with caution. This book contains a lot of warnings. My dms is always open if you feel triggered by the book.
This book contains trigger warnings such as: Domestic abuse, Gaslighting, drugmisue, deep manipulation, s*xual a*sual, marital r*pe, violence, unfaithfulness, graphic decapitation of violence, homophobic slur, racial slurs, degrading slurs, ableism, Trauma (Teen pregnancy, physical or psychological), child abuse, g**oming, Abuse (physical, mental, emotional, verbal, sexual), Death or dying, Pregnancy/Childbirth
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SUMMMARY: "ROMEO VERMONT" was a man disowned by his adopted parents at eighteen because they found out he was gay. He was kicked out of his home and cut off, forced to work at a cafe where he put his deepest dreams on hold. It was in this cafe that he met his longtime partner Richard Belcouth; a powerful billionaire with extreme anger issues and a damaged sense of self.
Richard charms Romeo, who falls in love with him, and the two embark on a new journey together. After years of his relationship with Richard, their relationship changed -- and not for the better. Richard was controlling, paranoid, and angry all the time. They began to have violent fights full of anger and explosive volatility.
Richard would hit Romeo. But he fought back, oftentimes throwing the first punch but after years together things took a turn for the worse.
Richard was a werewolf who triggered his curse and left Romeo in the dark about , leaving him entirely clueless about the supernatural world lurking around them.
When the toxic couple began seeing a new counselor going by the alias of Elijah Smith, they were unaware that it was a Mikaelson in their midst under the pretence of a helping hand so he could gather information because Elijah knew something Romeo didn't.
Weeks later when none other than Niklaus Mikaelson, the big bad arrives, parading about as though he wants to buy one of Romeo's old paintings, he takes an avid interest in his mate. Klaus wants to help Romeo but things weren't getting better; Richards paranoia was making him more infinitely rash and constantly scared for his life, as he fears a future conflict. Romeo was still caught in the middle -- unaware of both secrets being hidden from him.
Romeo was still caught in the middle -- unaware of both secrets being hidden from him
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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 90 ; Riders in the Storm
Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,717 Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending A/N: Hi, friends! 90 Chapters down, 10 to go!! WE GOT OUR BOY BACK!!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
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THIRD PERSON POV
Stiles watched on the Arrivals board as the first space flicked to Beacon Hills, On Time. He looked down as a ticket blew by his feet before he heard Emma’s voice saying his name. He turned around, hoping to see her beautiful face.
“Stiles...”
“Emma?” he said. He started walking towards the benches to find her, but the PA system stopped him, a familiar voice filling the area.
“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 25 minutes.”
Stiles went back to his search for his girlfriend, pushing the hordes of people. “Emma?”
“Someone's being me tonight, all sassy.”
“Emma?” Stiles said again. Hearing her say that brought him back to the Formal.
“Now, if you step on these shoes, I will kill you,” Emma said.
“Emma, wait.”
“STILES!” Emma screamed.
As he continued to push through the crowd, a gunshot rang out. He looked to his left, figuring it was a Ghost Rider, but was surprised when he saw the last person he thought he’d see in the Hunt.
His father.
Sheriff was standing there with his gun raised in the air for a second before he lowered it. “Give the boy some room.”
“Dad?” Stiles said, not believing he was seeing his father. He walked up to him, saying, “Dad?”
Sheriff smiled at his son as the two walked up to each other, embracing in a father/son hug that Stiles didn’t know he needed.
“Oh, God,” Stiles whispered. 
“Oh, I found you,” Sheriff whispered. The two pulled a part, Sheriff still having a small grip on the back of Stiles’ neck. “I can’t believe I found you,” he chuckled.
“Dad, I can hear Emma,” Stiles said. “I think-- I think I can get to her. I think she can get us out of here.”
The sound of horses neighing tore Sheriff’s gaze away from Stiles for a moment before he looked back at his son. “You need to get out of here. Don’t worry about me.”
“What, you’re kidding, right?” Stiles said.
“Go. Get help. Find your friends. And for the love of God, find Emma.”
“Yeah, and what about you?”
His father turned around to face him after turning to walk away from Stiles and smiled. “We’ll find each other again.” Sheriff turned around again, walking a couple of steps.
“Dad,” Stiles said, stopping his father’s steps yet again.
“Stiles…” Sheriff said, raising his hand then dropping it. “I’ll hold them back. Now get the hell out of here. Emma’s been going insane without you. Go. Go!”
Little did his father know, Stiles was going insane without Emma. At his father’s words about Emma, Stiles turned to his right, hopping down from the platform and onto the tracks he’d become so accustomed with. He started running to the spot where he knew the Ghost Riders had come through once before when a bright light stopped him, Emma’s voice coming through.
“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said.
Stiles pushed through the wind that the rift was causing, Emma’s voice coming through once again.
“Stiles, I would never leave you behind,” Emma said. “You’ll always be my hero!”
Stiles left his hand up to the rift, hoping that he’d be able to walk through, Emma’s voice encouraging him.
“Stiles! Keep going. I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!”
At her last words of encouragement, Stiles ran through the rift, unsure of where he’d end up. 
Where he did end up, however, wasn’t with Emma or Scott. 
It was in his Jeep.
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FIRST PERSON POV
I reached my hand out towards Stiles’ figure, telling him, “I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!” but the white light faded out… and the only thing I could see was the other side of the tunnel that we’d become so accustomed to seeing. I slowly lowered my hand, sighing. “Stiles?”
It was quiet for a moment before Scott’s voice filled the space. “Emma?” With tears in my eyes, I shook my head a little. “Where is he?” I turned around to face him and Malia, anger and worry showing in my facial expression. “It was working. You--you saw him, right?” “We didn’t see anyone,” Malia said.
I turned back around to face where the light was, saying, “No. He was here. I know it.” Taking a shaky breath, I said, “Stiles was here.” A few moments later, without even thinking, I turned back around walking up to Scott. He knew what my next moves were going to be because I saw him tense his muscles. “He was here! Where is he?!” I yelled, banging on Scott’s chest.
After a few seconds of taking my unintentional abuse, Scott grabbed my wrists, holding me to his chest as I cried into him. 
“Where is he, Scotty?” I asked through my sobs.
“I don’t know, Em,” he whispered. “But, either we’ll find him or he’ll find us. Come on.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me back into the bunker. Feeling Lydia’s arms around me, I heard the door squeak as if it was being closed before Scott said, “Liam!”
“There’s something you need to see,” Liam said, my attention on him now.
“You’re still here,” Scott and I said.
“But everyone else is gone,” Liam said, panic in his voice. “All of them. They’re all gone. Look, you have to come with me.”
“What is it?” Scott asked.
“What is it?” Scott asked.
“I-- I can’t explain it. I have to show you.”
I started moving forward to go with Scott and Liam, but Lydia’s grip on me tightened. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” she said.
Scott turned back to look at us. “Uh, alright. You guys stay here, just in case.”
“In case Stiles comes back?” Malia asked.
“If there’s any hope, you need to keep trying,” Scott said. “Make sure Emma doesn’t leave. Make her listen.” He turned around and closed the door, leaving me alone with Lydia and Malia.
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THIRD PERSON POV
After finding himself in his Jeep, Stiles decided to drive to Scott’s house, looking for his best friend first, just in case Scott knew where Emma was if she wasn’t with him. Walking into the front door, Stiles let himself into the house. “Scott? Scott.” He ran to the bottom of the stairs, calling his best friend’s name one more time before leaving to head to the station. Not finding Scott there, he ran back out of the house, getting in his Jeep to drive to the station.
He thought about calling them, asking where they were, but ultimately decided against it.
Running into the station, Stiles was determined that they were there, only to find the place completely deserted. Seeing how trashed the place was, he walked into his father’s office, a sad look on his face as he looked around. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a dispatch microphone on a desk. Remembering that the desk he was looking at was Carter’s, he thought about the police radio in his Jeep. 
He ran back out of the station and to his Jeep, still on the hunt for his best friend and girlfriend.
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FIRST PERSON POV
I heard rustling behind me, so I turned my head over my shoulder, humming at Malia. “What are you doing?”
She opened the door that led into the tunnels, turning back to face me and Lydia, stating, “We’re going to find Stiles.”
This got my feet moving and energy to surge through me.
“No, no, no,” Lydia said. “Scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.”
“Lydia, I love you, but he’s not coming here,” I said. “If he was, he would’ve, and he hasn’t, so he’s not.” I thought about what I said and how I said it. “Damn. I sounded like him just then.” I shook my head.
“You still think it worked, right?” Malia asked. “One of Em’s memories opened up a rift.”
“I know for a damn-well fact that I saw him.”
“And you’re never wrong about these things. Neither is Lydia.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say never,” I sassed.
“But right now?” Lydia asked.
“Right now, I’m not wrong,” I stated confidently. “He’s out there, I can feel it.”
“Then are we doing standing here?” Malia said.
I was the first one out of the bunker, each girl following me. I didn’t care about the fact that I was practically running through these tunnels. 
We ended up going to the school where the Jeep was. I immediately saw that it was gone. “Guys, the Jeep is gone,” I voiced.
Lydia quickly parked her car before I almost tore the door off with how fast I opened it. I ran over to the spot the Jeep was previously parked, kneeling on the ground. Noticing the fresh tire marks, I voiced as such. “This looks fresh.”
“It’s from Stiles’ Jeep. It must’ve just left,” Malia said.
“Without his keys?” Lydia asked.
“That boy can hotwire a car. Trust me. Half the time, he gets it started with a screwdriver,” I said, standing up.
“Then he’s here.”
“We have to tell Scott.”
“We should probably tell Scott about that, too,” Malia said, looking ahead of her.
“What?” I said. She put her hand under my chin, turning my head. My eyes went wide as I looked at what Malia was. “Lyds,” I said, smacking her arm. 
“Ow! What?” she said, holding her arm. 
“Look,” I whispered.
She turned her head, looking at what Malia and I were looking at. A train track heading in two directions; into the school and into the woods.
I sighed. “Scott’s gonna have a field day trying to figure this one out.”
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THIRD PERSON POV
Figuring that one of them was at the hospital, that’s where Stiles drove. Once he got there, he went to the back of his Jeep, grabbing his trusty bat and heading inside. Noticing the tracks running through the building, he focused on following it, but upon hearing voices, he ducked inside a room.
“And I’ll have a True Alpha by my side,” Douglas’ voice rang out.
“Parrish! Stop!” Scott’s voice rang out, followed by a growl that Stiles knew was Parrish’s.
“And then a Banshee, a werecoyote, a were-banshee--”
As soon as he heard Emma’s supernatural name, he decided that’s when he was gonna make his appearance. “A Stiles.”
“A what?” Douglas asked, turning his head over his shoulder.
Stiles took his bat and hit Douglas in the upper back with it before looking up at Scott and Liam. “Bad guy, right? I didn’t misread that?”
Douglas stood up, causing Stiles to jump and say, “Oh, God!” 
Scott and Liam thought that was the perfect time to grab Parrish and throw him at Douglas, Stiles leaning against the wall to not be in the middle of that. Parrish took Douglas down, neither of them getting up.
Scott and Stiles looked at each other, Scott not believing that his best friend was standing there in front of him. Stiles ran, as carefully as he could, to Scott, wrapping him in a brotherly hug, chuckling and saying, “Oh! Buddy! Oh, man!”
“Oh, it’s so good to see you,” Scott said.
“Hey, hey, hey! Uh--” Liam said.
Stiles looked over at Liam, wanting to give the Beta some love as well. “Liam! It’s so good to see you, too!”
Liam returned the hug, trying to warn the two about what was behind Stiles. “Yeah, no, yeah! It’s great to see you, Stiles, but uh--”
Hearing the Hellhound flames, Stiles turned around and looked a lit up Parrish. “Oh. Yeah, we should go. Go. Go, go,” he said, pointing and waving his arms, all three of them running down the hall.
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FIRST PERSON POV
After noticing the tracks leading into the school, Lydia, Malia and I decided to follow them, careful not to trip. Coming up on the library, I held my arms out to each girl, stating, “Wait, wait, wait. Stop.” Looking at the doors, I had this eerie feeling. Putting my arms down, I walked over to the doors, opening them.
There, in the library, were benches with people sitting on them, light poles that you would find in old-fashioned train stations standing near the benches.
“Why is there a train station in the middle of the library?” Malia asked.
I sighed. “There’s also a train station in the Wild Hunt.”
“Any chance they’re connected?” Lydia asked.
I started walking through the library, stating, “I would say high. Like 100%.” Lydia’s heels followed after me, as well as Malia’s boots.
“If there’s a train station, then there’s probably a train,” Malia theorized.
I turned to face the two girls, left brow raised. “If there’s a train… it’s going to the Wild Hunt.”
“They’re all gonna be taken,” Lydia said. 
I shook my head. “They can’t get on that train.”
“Uhm,” Malia said, looking around and taking a few steps away from me and Lydia. “Okay. Listen up, everybody. We’ve all got to get out of here. We gotta go right now.”
I looked around at the people sitting on the benches, none of them moving, none of them paying Malia or us any mind… like we weren’t even there.
“It’s bad, we have to go!” Malia yelled.
Lydia walked around as well, standing in front of a woman, yelling, “Hello?” before snapping her fingers.
I watched as Malia walked in front of a man, saying, “Uh, hello? Sir?” waving and snapping her fingers in his face.
“How do we get them to leave if they can’t hear us?” Malia asked.
“Uh,” I said, looking back and forth between them. I looked at the person I’d been looking at and voiced as such. “Maybe there’s someone who can.”
Peter motherfreakin’ Hale.
~~~
THIRD PERSON POV
Running through the hospital, the two werewolves and Stiles were trying to find a safe place away from a Hellhound Parrish.
Rounding a corner, Stiles saw a door to his left, immediately going into it, looking for something. “Can’t believe I’m gone a couple days, the whole place falls apart.”
“No, you were gone for three months,” Scott said.
Stiles quickly ran out of the room, looking at his best friend incredulously. “I was… what? Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to God…” He walked into the room across the hall, still determined to find whatever it was that he was looking for.
“What are you looking for?” Liam asked, backing up a couple steps.
“Ah! This,” Stiles said, coming out of the room, liquid nitrogen tank in hand. He set it on the ground before looking up. “And him.”
Coming down the hall in the opposite direction in which the boys came was Parrish in Hellhound form, a mixture of green and orange flames coming from his body, eyes lit a bright green. Stiles noticed the color of the green, thinking to himself that Emma’s eyes were a shade darker. Interesting.
Coming out of his train of thought, Stiles looked up at his best friend. “Grab him. Grab him now.”
Parrish growled, walking faster towards the three teens, the werewolves grabbing him and pushing him against the wall, Stiles spraying the nitrogen onto the Hellhound. Parrish’s flames died down, Scott and Liam pushing him down to sit.
Liam groaned like he was in pain, patting himself down. “God, ow!”
“Liam, you’re fine,” Stiles said. 
“God, that doesn’t feel good, ya’know.”
Looking up at Stiles, Parrish was confused as to why he was here, voicing as such. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”
“Buddy, love you, but we’re way past that, okay?” Stiles said. “You gotta fill us in. What’s going on?”
“Douglas,” Parrish said, standing with Scott and Liam’s help. “He’s merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over.”
“Yeah, he wants his supernatural army in our world,” Liam confirmed.
“How do we stop him?” Scott asked, looking at Parrish.
“The train. It’s coming,” Parrish said, looking at the Arrivals board above the nurses station, Stiles and Scott looking over at it, as well.
“Okay, and how do we stop that?” 
“You can’t stop it. But you can divert it.”
~~~
After getting that lovely piece of information from Parrish, the three teens all piled into Stiles’ Jeep, and headed straight for the high school. Upon arriving, they walked up to the school, careful to not trip over the tracks on the ground. 
“Okay, how the hell do you merge worlds?” Stiles asked. “Okay, nowhere in the manual does it say that werewolves can do that. And, Scott, Em and I pretty much wrote the manual.”
“We can’t even move between them, alright?” Scott said. “Look what it took to break you out.”
Scott and Stiles stopped their steps, turning to look at Liam, who was walking slowly behind them, thinking about what they were saying.
“We can’t move between worlds,” Liam said. “But Corey can. He can exist in both worlds.”
“And he can take people with him,” Scott added.
Liam nodded, looking at Stiles, explaining further. “At Scott’s house, he pulled a Ghost Rider into our world.”
“At the lacrosse game he brought us into theirs,” Scott added, yet again. 
Stiles put his hands on his hips as he took in this new information.
“What if that’s how Douglas is doing it?” Liam said. “What if Corey’s the key?”
“Wait, Emma’s cousin, Corey?” Stiles asked, looking at Liam, who nodded in confirmation. “Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic, it is. But, he’s in there and we’re out here. So, the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train.”
“We have to find him. More so for Emma’s sake.”
“She doesn’t know?” Scott asked.
Liam shook his head, looking down. “I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”
Going back to the matter at hand, Stiles asked, “How?”
Confused, Liam looked at Stiles, eyebrows scrunched. “She’s been freaking out trying to get you--”
“No, no. Finding Corey. How?”
Determined look on his face, Liam looked between Scott and Stiles. “I’m going into the Hunt.”
“No, no, no. Liam, I think you’re confused. We’re trying to get people out of the Hunt.”
Liam noticed glowing green hoof prints as Scott said, “He can get taken by a Ghost Rider.”
“It’s just-- that’s not a pleasant option,” Stiles said, fully ready to argue his case. “I’m speaking from experience.”
Happy about the sudden turn of events, Liam looked back up at his Alpha and his best friend. “I-- I don’t need to get taken to get into the Hunt.”
“Okay, seems like you got an idea, let’s disc--”
Liam bolted it towards the school, putting his own little plan into motion.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be back!” Liam yelled, running through the school’s quad.
“Were the three of us like that?” Stiles asked.
Scott looked at his best friend, brows scrunched a little. “Worse.”
Both boys looked at the tracks in front of them, carefully planning out their next moves. “We just have to follow the tracks?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, well--” Stiles said. “Those lead to the woods. This way back into the school.”
They both faced the school, Scott sighing before smirking to himself at catching Emma’s scent, and thinking about his and Emma’s conversation with his next words. “You wanna split up?”
Without missing a beat, Stiles said, “Never again.” He looked at his best friend and patted his shoulder.
“Thank God,” Scott whispered.
They both started their walk along the tracks into the woods.
After walking a few feet in silence, Stiles sighed. “I can’t help but feel like Emma should be with us, ya’know. She’d kill us if she found out we went on an adventure without her.”
Scott chuckled. “I’m sure she’s fine… and a lot closer than you think.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, stopping his steps.
Scott turned and looked at his best friend, smirking after a couple seconds. “You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.”
~~~
FIRST PERSON POV
Malia got all up in Peter’s grill, yelling, “Peter!” as loudly as she possibly could, waving her hand in front of his face. 
“Malia,” Lydia said.
“What?” she said, snapping her fingers in front of Peter’s face. He couldn’t care less as he was too busy reading a newspaper.
“I got it,” I whispered to Lydia. I put my sights on Malia, saying, “The only way we were able to break through the Hunt… is with an emotional connection.”
“Dang,” Malia sighed. “Wish I could help.”
I heard Lydia sigh next to me, so I copied her sigh, crossing my arms.
“I’m not saying it,” Malia said, eyes dancing between us. “I’m not saying it.”
“Okay,” I said, turning to my left and walking towards the library doors. “Well, I guess everyone dies.”
I heard Lydia’s heels clicking on the ground behind me, Malia’s growl followed soon after. We both turned around, seeing her face Peter and closing her eyes.
Malia took a deep breath, before saying, “Dad. Dad. Dad.”
“Say it like you mean it,” Lydia and I said.
Malia squatted down in front of Peter, closing her eyes once again before opening them again, saying in the most gentle tone I’ve heard come out of her mouth since knowing her, “Dad. Please wake up.”
Peter dropped his newspaper, and that brought hope into my emotions. Malia stood back up as Lydia and I backed away a couple steps as Peter stood up as well, him and Malia locking eyes. 
I couldn’t tell if there was recognition in his eyes or confusion, but I wanted to watch this scene play out to see what Mr. Drama Queen’s next move was going to be.
~~~
THIRD PERSON POV
Walking along the tracks in the woods, Stiles was more confused than ever about Scott’s last statement, but that went to the back of his mind when Scott put his arm in front of him.
“Wait, wait. Down,” Scott said, pulling Stiles to stand behind a tree that was split in two.
“Why’re we stopping?” Stiles asked.
Scott pointed in front of them, saying, “It’s there.” The track diverter. “It can’t be this easy.”
“Yes, it can, Scott,” Stiles said, looking at his best friend for a moment. “It can be this easy. For once, let’s do easy.” He stepped between the two trunks of the tree, going for the diverter.
“Okay,” Scott said, following behind Stiles.
Stiles reached forward, but was stopped by a whip wrapping around his wrist. “Oh, God.” He was pulled back, landing on his back with a grunt as Scott rushed forward. As his back hit the ground, Stiles groaned out in pain. “Or not.”
Douglas, who had the whip, pulled on it, sending Stiles back into a cloud of green smoke.
~~~
His back connected to the lockers behind him, Stiles grunting in pain as he landed on the floor. He sat up a little, looking around the room he was in, he said, “Nope. Not easy at all.”
~~~
FIRST PERSON POV
“Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in 12 minutes,” a voice said over the intercom. I finally realized who it was and sighed.
“When I find Scott McCall and Liam Dunbar, both boys are gonna be blessed to have their wolf powers,” I said.
“Why?” Lydia asked.
“Because they’re going to be running away from me as I try to murder their asses,” I said, crossing my arms. She gave me a weird look that I sighed at. “The voice on the PA is Corey’s, which means that he was taken, and Scott and Liam didn’t bother to tell me.”
As I was stewed in my being upset, Malia explained everything to Peter, who was sitting on top of the bench he was just preoccupying.
Peter turned to face us, looking at Malia. “Me? You want me to stop them? You know how many there are?”
“Yeah,” Malia said. “A lot of them. So get going.”
“Oh, Malia,” I said, face palming.
She grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him off from the top of the bench. 
“There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library,” Peter said, the three of us girls walking behind him. “It’s impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible,” I said.
“We can try,” Malia said.
“Where do you get this implausible optimism?” Peter asked.
“Definitely not from my father,” Malia retorted, walking around him, Lydia and I following.
“We don’t have time for this,” I said.
“We need someone to just hear us,” Lydia said.
“I think we already did,” Peter said.
As we stood by a dark archway, wind hit us in the face as a Ghost Rider came stalking towards us, flipping his jacket back like a cape.
“Oh, God,” I said. “This is so not going to be easy.”
~~~
THIRD PERSON POV
Coming out of the locker room, Stiles heard Scott yell out his name. As he rounded the corner, the two almost ran right into each other, Scott reeling his arm back in defense mode.
“Damn! Man! Are you okay?” Scott asked.
“I think so. I finally saw the girls’ locker room,” Stiles said. “Now I know why Emma spends all her time in ours. It’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.”
“What just happened?” Scott asked, both boys now walking down the hall together.
“I don’t know. The worlds-- I think they’re collapsing in on each other.”
They heard Corey’s voice over the PA, saying, “Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in 11 minutes.”
“Em’s gonna kill me,” Scott whispered before he looked over at Stiles. “We gotta get back to the diverter.”
“Yeah,” Stiles said. “Wait, why is Emma gonna kill you?”
“I may or may not have told her that Corey got taken,” Scott said, more of a question than a statement.
“God, you’re a dumbass.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The boys both went to exit through the double doors, but ran into a slight problem. Both of them disappeared into another cloud of green smoke.
~~~
FIRST PERSON POV
Malia decided that now was the time to activate her Were side; her Coyote Blues shining and fangs on display. She even brought out her claws. Going to move to slash at the Ghost Rider, Lydia and I jumped in front of her.
“Get behind us,” I said. “They won’t take Banshees.”
“You sure about that?” Peter asked, coming to stand a couple of feet in front of us. The Ghost Rider whipped at us with his whip, Lydia and I jumping back with grunts, our breathing quick.
Peter brought out his claws and slashed at the Rider… only his claws did nothing. He did it once more just to see, nervously chuckling before everybody else started panicking. He kept slashing at the Rider, nothing happening, but that wasn’t going to stop him.
Lydia, Malia and I turned around and booked it… only to be stopped by another Rider after a few steps, the Rider circling his whip around his head, bringing it down to, well, whip one of us. Malia pushed me into Lydia, getting us out of the way of the Rider’s whip. Malia’s arm was the victim in this as the whip cracked on her.
“Malia!” I heard Peter yell. Awww, he’s trying to be a good father… for once. He ran over to us, holding his daughter from behind, saying mine and Lydia’s name, pushing Malia into us. He stood in between the Riders looking at each one before doing a 180 and grabbing the side of the bench closest to him, kicking the Rider in the chest, successfully knocking him down.
“He did it,” Malia said.
Peter went to kick at the Rider he’d just knocked down, only to be pushed back by the Rider’s foot. He slid on the ground for a moment before standing, grabbing the Rider’s arm that held the whip, aiming to toss him into the other Rider… who dodged his friend and let him fall to the ground. The Ghost Rider still standing stalked over to Peter, who ducked as the Rider tried to crack his whip at him. The former Alpha put the Rider into a headlock, only to be tossed over onto the floor.
“He’s not doing so well,” I whispered.
The first Rider he’d knocked down picked him up from the floor, putting his back against the end of the bookshelf, trying to suffocate him. 
“Malia, go!” Peter said the best he could.
The three of us booked it out of the library, leaving Peter to defend for himself. I guess Malia had other plans because I watched as she stopped and turned around to face Peter, who again, was being held up by a Rider.
“Em, come on!” Lydia yelled.
The last thing I heard as I ran with Lydia into the hallway was Malia growling.
Coming to a stop in the hallway across from the library, I looked at Lydia, taking in deep breaths. “Ya’know,” I said, swallowing hard. “She’s never gonna learn.”
Lydia chuckled at me, shaking her head. 
Having a weird feeling, I looked at the hall in front of me, not sure if Lydia felt it, too. I guess I didn’t care whether or not she did because I just started walking, following my gut instinct.
I felt Scott’s presence in the school, not really feeling anyone else's. Guess that part of my abilities is slowly fading just like my hearing. Awesome.
But as I walked further into the hallway, I could feel someone else’s presence.
Stiles.
~~~
THIRD PERSON POV
Back slamming into the lockers again, Stiles groaned in pain, exclaiming, “Damn iiiiiit!” He grunted and panted, walking towards the door. He opened it, but to his surprise, a Ghost Rider was standing on the other side waiting for him.
After the Rider pointed his gun at Stiles, he grabbed the Rider's wrist, trying to get him to drop it. Instead of dropping his gun, the Rider shot off a single shot, pushing Stiles off of him.
“Scott, I can’t fight this guy!” Stiles yelled. 
The Rider cocked his gun and pointed it back at Stiles, gunshot ringing out as Stiles ducked out of the way. When Stiles stood again, the Rider had his gun pointing at his head.
Thinking back to when Emma was in the Vault, he closed his eyes, his last thought of his beautiful girlfriend.
Or so he thought.
~~~
FIRST PERSON POV
Stiles’ presence led me to the girl’s locker room, where I saw a Ghost Rider pointing his gun at Stiles’ head. Oh, hell no.
I lifted my hands, letting out my Banshee scream, sending the Rider into the lockers and down to the ground, either passed out or dead, I didn’t care. I just wanted my Stiles back as I ran into the locker room. 
Seeing him for the first time in months, tears started to form in my eyes. I pulled my lips over to the left side of my face, turning my head a little to the right. “I didn’t say it back.” I guess he was just as shocked as I was, but he disregarded it, walking towards me, saying, “You don’t have to.”
I met him halfway, our lips meeting in a long, overdue kiss. Our lips moved in sync as we enjoyed being with each other again. When I felt like I couldn’t breathe, I pulled away, looking him in the eyes, him doing the same.
I sighed, tears flowing down my cheeks as I wrapped my arms around his middle, putting my head against this chest, never wanting to let go. 
He returned the hug, putting his arms around my shoulders and resting his head on top of mine.
“Come on, let’s go find Scott,” he said. He took my hand, leading me out of the locker room and down the hall. We got about halfway when my eyes lit up their Banshee Green. “Emma?” “Found him,” I said.
Stiles’ grip on my hand got a little tighter as we ran down the hall towards the doors. We had just put our hands on the handle when we heard his mother’s voice, turning to our left. Nothing was there.
“Stiles? Stiles, is that you?” Claudia’s voice rang through.
“Mom?” Stiles asked, quietly.
“Babe, that’s not your mom,” I said, him pulling me to walk down the other hallway.
“I know who it is. I know her voice. You do, too.”
“No, handsome. That’s the Wild Hunt. They’re tricking you. Stiles, babe, please believe me.” We came to a stop as I continued my explanation. “The Wild Hunt brought her back, but she’s not real.”
He turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. “What do you mean brought her back?”
“Stiles,” Claudia said. We looked down the hall at her as she walked towards us. “I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you love your father.”
Stiles let go of my hand, walking towards his mother… who wasn’t actually his mother. What scared me the most about this whole thing wasn’t the fact that her face changed from the Claudia I once knew as a kid to one of a Ghost Rider, but the fact that Stiles was believing that this was his mother.
As Claudia came to a stop in front of Stiles, her voice distorted as she said, “But I love him more. Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.”
“Yeah, worming’s one of my skills,” Stiles retorted. Even facing danger, he’s still his old, sarcastic self.
I took the few steps towards him, lacing my left fingers with his right, wrapping my right hand around his arm and I turned my body to face him. “That thing is conjured from your dad’s pain. If he remembers you, he can’t believe in her.”
“That’s why you have to go,” Claudia said.
She stepped forward as I pushed Stiles back, ready to scream before she grabbed my throat, successfully stopping it from exiting my body. Stiles came back, though, to save me from asphyxiation… only to put himself in my spot.
“You shouldn’t treat your mother that way,” Claudia said.
“You’re not my mother,” he said, voice strained.
I was too busy grabbing at my own throat and taking deep breaths while leaning on the wall to realize that Claudia had backed Stiles up into the wall next to them a few feet down.
I looked up and over in the direction I heard Scott’s roar, my own eyes responding. Since his roar was louder than what I’ve always heard, the Were part of me responded, my own roar filling up the space, though it was mixed with my Banshee scream.
I looked down at Claudia, not liking the fact that Stiles was turning purple.
“He believes in me,” she said. “Dreams. So hard to kill.”
Sheriff walked in front of me, facing his son and not-so-real wife. “But not impossible.” He shot at her, the bullet going right through her.
“Noah,” she said. “Your bullets can’t hurt me.”
I walked up next to Sheriff, hearing Lydia’s heels clicking on the linoleum floor. I turned and looked at her before looking back at Claudia and Stiles. 
“Fire again,” I said, voice hoarse from being grasped and then screaming.
Sheriff fired off another bullet, Lydia and I holding our hands in front of us, both of us screaming. Aaaaaaand my voice is now gone.
I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees, feeling Lydia’s hands on my back as we felt rumbling, hearing horses neighing. Lydia leaned me up, pressing me into Sheriff’s side as we all collectively heard the Ghost Riders chittering, lights flickering on and off. 
I groaned quietly, putting my hands over my ears as the unmistakable sound of a train squealing on the tracks filled my ears. When the noise passed, I uncovered my ears, looking over at Lydia… then everything went black.
~~~
Waking up the next morning, I felt a weight on my waist. Confused, I looked at who the arm belonged to, smiling when I saw Stiles, sleeping like a baby. Carefully, I rolled from my left side to my right, only to realize that when I flipped over to face him, we were clothing optional. I guess I had a really good time with Stiles last night.
Smiling at my handsome boyfriend, I leaned up as gently as I could to press my lips to his, only to be beaten by said boy himself. Humming as we pulled apart, I smiled and licked my lips. “Hm. I’ve missed that so much.”
“Me, too,” he said. “Me, too.”
“Since we still have to go to school, let’s get up, get our showers and head off, okay?” I said, poking his nose. 
He groaned in protest, pulling me closer to his body. “No. I vote we stay right here all day.”
“Stiles,” I warned. “It’s our last day of school.” I sat up, excited. “Our last day as Seniors.” I threw the covers off me, grabbing a shirt from the pile on the floor and putting it on. “Get dressed.” I said, dashing out of his room and into mine. I quickly got dressed, hair and makeup done when Stiles showed up in my doorway. 
I looked at him after shouldering my backpack purse and smiled. “What?” He smirked at me, shaking his head. “Just wondering how I got so lucky.”
Smiling as I walked toward him, I reached my hand out, asking him to take it. “Ask the parentals.”
Shaking his head again, he chuckled. “You really need to stop watching early 2000’s movies. You quote them too much.”
“Oh, like you and Star Wars?” I retorted.
“Hey, don’t knock Star Wars. You always fall asleep.” I nodded once, smirk on my own face. “That I do. Now, let’s go.”
~~~
Pulling up into the school’s parking lot, Stiles parked his Jeep in his usual spot before getting out and rounding the Jeep, opening my door and helping me out. He pulled me into his side, giving me a sweet kiss before walking me inside of Beacon Hills High School for the last time as a student.
Classes went by like normal, all of us having the last class of the day together. 
“Have a great summer, everyone,” Mr. Croft said. I think it went on deaf ears as most of the class left.
“No,” Stiles said. 
“To the Seniors, I’ll see you at graduation.”
“No, no, no, no. That’s it? What?” Stiles turned around and faced me, Malia sitting behind me, Scott and Lydia in the desks next to me.
“Last day ever,” Scott said, a smile plastered all over his face.
“Hell yeah!” I exclaimed.
Stiles looked back at me, saying, “Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.”
“Well, there’s the whole graduation thing,” Lydia said.
“I’ve gotta go to summer school or I can’t do the whole graduation thing,” Malia said.
Scott got up out of his seat, saying, “Let’s do it.” Malia, Lydia and I following suit.
“No, come on,” Stiles protested. “Wait… guys. This can’t be it.”
I was standing at my locker, cleaning it out for the last time ever. It was weird that I was going to miss a locker, but it’d been mine for the last four years. What can I say? I was attached.
“I can’t believe we’re not in high school anymore,” Scott said, gaining my attention. He was talking to Stiles, but I didn’t care. “Kind of feels like nothing’s really changed.”
Having a hand on my locker door to close it, I looked from Scott to Stiles as he lifted his head up and over to look at me. Smiling at him, I grabbed the ring that occupied my neck.
“Everything’s changed,” Stiles said. He reached out for my hand, and I gladly took it, lacing our fingers.
Walking out to his Jeep, it really started to hit that high school life is over, and the real world is about to hit us in the face. Hard.
Letting go of my hand, Stiles handed me his backpack before giving me a quick kiss. We’d been doing that a lot since we saved him from the Hunt. He messed around with something under the hood as I put our bags in the backseat, where I knew I was going to be sitting.
“Okay!” Stiles said, coming around to the back of the Jeep. “So, Liam, since you’re the new Alpha--”
“He’s not an Alpha,” I interrupted. I looked at Liam, winking, “I got your six.”
“Well, ya’know, Alpha-In-Training.”
“He’d have to kill an Alpha,” I retorted. 
“Babe,” Stiles said, causing me to chuckle. He looked back at his intended target. “Liam, since you’re taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who’s there to save your ass all the time.”
“Well, not all the time,” Scott said, offense in his voice.
“Most of the time though.”
“You sound a little bit proud there, babe,” I said.
“Little bit,” he said, looking down at me. He looked back at Mason, train of thought going back to the station it was originally stopping at. “Which is why… I think you’re gonna need this,” he said, reaching into the Jeep and pulling out his trusty bat.
“Aw, not your trusty bat!” I whined.
“Uh, I don’t play baseball,” Mason said.
“Right, neither do I. It’s-- it’s not the point,” Stiles said, handing the bat to Mason.
“Okay, thanks.”
“There you go,” Stiles said, Mason and Liam walking away. “Love you guys. Alright. I leave you with this.” He pulled out a roll of duct tape, handing it to Scott. “Ya’know, hurt her and I’ll kill you.”
I scrunched my brows. “Since when is Roscoe a girl name?”
Stiles looked at me, giving me an unamused look. “Would you just go with it?”
I chuckled, putting my hands up.
“You sure you won’t need it?” Scott asked.
“It’s okay. Emma and I are gonna fly to DC. She’s gonna help me move into my dorm, so…”
I sighed, not wanting to be thinking about the 80 minute flight I’d be taking after. Thinking about being 443 miles away from Stiles is already sending me into a state of anxiety. “Then Mom’s gonna fly to DC with a connecting flight to Boston to help me move into mine. I don’t even know I got in to Harvard.”
“Your mom, plus you’re a genius,” Scott said.
“The real question is; how did you, Scott McCall, get into UC Davis?” I sassed.
“How did Stiles get into George Washington?” Scott asked back.
“I don’t know,” Stiles said. “Uh, your dad. The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.” “Pre-FBI,” Scott and I said. I was so proud of each of my boys, equally.
I looked down, tears starting to fill my eyes. “Wow, I guess we’re not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body.”
Stiles put his arm around my shoulder. “No, we’re not.” He pulled out a keyring with a crap ton of keys on it, tossing them around lightly in his hand.
“Ya’know, you can keep the Jeep,” Scott said.
“No, I -- I want you to have it,” Stiles said, looking up at Scott, handing him the keys.
“Woah. Stiles, these aren’t the keys to the Jeep.”
“Well, that’s one to your house, another to your room, Emma’s house, uh… master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff station, Emma’s Jeep--”
“You made a copy of my Jeep key?” I asked.
“Well, yeah. Just in case you wanted me to drive it somewhere and you don’t have your set, so…” he explained.
I smiled at him, cupping his cheek with my right hand. “You’re such a cute little psychopath.”
“Guys,” Scott said.
“Right, sorry,” Stiles said. “Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made, so…”
I reached into his right pocket, taking the actual keys to the Jeep out, looking at them.
“They still need us,” Stiles said, looking over at the students piling out of the school.
“They’ll always need us,” Scott agreed.
“And, ya’know, I--” Stiles said. “I need you--” He looked down at me as I nodded my head before he looked back up at Scott. “To… be my best man.”
Scott looked at us, eyes wide with shock. “You’re getting married?”
“Well, not right away, but we know we want to. I already have Lydia as a bridesmaid. I asked Malia, but she said wearing a dress makes her feel too girly, so she opted out,” I said. “We’re gonna miss you, Scotty,” I added, a tear falling down my cheek.
“No, really, I need you, though, uh-- I lost my license in the Hunt. So you have to drive,” Stiles said.
“Babe, your dad is the Sheriff and my dad is his right hand Deputy,” I chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll let it slide. You drive.” I held the keys up to him, smiling.
Scott put the duct tape back in the Jeep, all three of us moving to get in. Me first through the drivers side, taking my place in the middle with Scott and Stiles in their respective seats.
I leaned forward, hands on the backs of each seat as Stiles started the Jeep, his police radio coming on.
“Unit Four, repeat,” Sheriff said. “You’re telling me there’s a body in the woods?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Unit Four said. “There’s a body in the woods...”
I reached forward, turning the radio off as I looked between each boy that was looking at each other.
All I could do was smile and put my arm around Stiles’ front as he pulled out of the parking lot. I had my best friend, who was more like a brother. I had my other best friends, who were both currently planning out their summers since they were both single bitches. Get it, girls.
But the most important person who I had in my life… was Stiles.
And I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life with him.
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TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST
Last Updated: July 3, 2022
Worlds Collide
Summary: Cassie Narm's life has never been normal, but when your parents are refugees from another planet that tends to happen. For as long as she can remember, her parents have been running, from an enemy she knows nothing about but fears nonetheless. She lived in 10 places before they finally settled in Beacon Hills, they've been there for years now and Cassie loves what normalcy she can get. But, when an alpha bites her best friend, normal goes out the window. Toss in a hunting family that knows more than they should about otherworldly visitors, and budding romances between old friends. Beacon Hills will never be the same.
Chapter 1: Why am I in the woods looking for a dead body?
Chapter 2: My best friend is definitely a werewolf
Chapter 3: Parties and hunters are not a good combination
Chapter 4: Why is the truth so hard?
Chapter 5: Wolf Hormones and Painful Visits
Chapter 6: Lacrosse is not for the faint of heart (coming soon)
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silentmacabre · 8 months
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new chapter - wolves
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strangerstilinski · 11 months
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✶ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✶
Teen Wolf Rewrite Masterlist
Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character
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s e a s o n o n e
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.
~ 155,000 words
Slowburn, Friends To Lovers, Mutual Pining
Violence, Language, Underage Drinking, Some Sexual Content ✩
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three ✩
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
chapter nine
chapter ten
chapter eleven
chapter twelve
chapter thirteen
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s e a s o n t w o (ongoing)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough — now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle this. it would be fine. everything was great.
Violence, Language, Underage Drinking, Explicit Sexual Content ✩
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three ✩
chapter four
chapter five ✩
chapter six
chapter seven ✩
chapter eight (complete - editing in progress - available on ao3)
chapter nine (complete - editing soon - available on ao3)
chapter ten (in progress)
chapter eleven (tba)
chapter twelve (tba)
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𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
stiles & amber's ideal date
𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬
is lydia bi?
where can i read chapters 8 & 9?
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ANOMALY PART 1
STILES STILINSKI x MALE READER | O
Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT
Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.
Author’s Note : the car in the picture below is Y/N’s new car
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“Y/N, I’m leaving for work. Make sure you don’t get late for school, and drive safe, honey!” You heard your mom say as you packed your back for your first day of school, “Okay, Mom! Have a great day at work,” You responded.
You had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom a day ago because of her new job at a hospital here. The school was about 20 minutes from your house, and you’d only visited once before for admission.
You made your way to the main door, manoeuvring between the still unpacked cartons. Your new house wasn’t particularly big, it was a small 2 Bedroom, 3 Bathroom apartment on the 1st floor. It wasn’t fancy, but you liked how the windows opened into an amazing view of the town.
You sat into your new car; it was by far the thing you were the most excited about, after all… that’s how your mom managed to bribe you when you said you didn’t want to move to some small town and leave Los Angeles. Your new car was a Black 5-seat Volvo XC40 Hybrid. It was as beautiful as they come - the best breaks, sexy design, brand new release, Electric + Gas - And it felt amazing to drive.
With those thoughts in mind, you drove off to school.
Your mom had given you strict instructions that if you got caught skipping school, she would ground you until the next semester and take the keys to the car. As you reached the school, reality began to set in. You were in some faraway town, away from home, away from your only close friend, and didn’t know anyone. But at this point, it was nothing new to you. Your mom was a famous double board-certified general surgeon, and thanks to that title, her job always made her move around the country.
Perhaps this was why you looked down at your new school - Beacon Hills High School - it wasn’t as big, pretty, or well-known as your previous one. Still, on the upside, you had heard interesting stories about the place and how “weird” things kept happening, so you at least hoped you’d run into Bigfoot or something on one of your regular late-night walks. ( A/N: LMAO HE ABOUT TO REGRET THAT- Sorry)
As you parked your car, a chill went up your spine. You really had no idea what to expect. You took in your surroundings as you got down; the grass was long and wild, the buildings were old, and everyone was … well… they didn’t have the same flair as people in LA.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed. It was a message from your best friend that said, “Hey, listen, Y/N, I’m super late for class right now. I wish you all the best for the first day at Beacon Hills. Oh, and don’t be a judgmental bitch, please. It is a town, not LA, but I’m sure you’ll survive. Don’t worry, stay safe and DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR DANGER…also, let me know if there are any hot guys. Maybe I can come over then.”
It was crazy how she basically knew what you were thinking, so you sent her a message saying, “No hot guys in sight … not one,” to which she replied, “STFU and get to class bitch.”
And as you walked towards the school entrance, you decided it was time to start working on becoming a bit more social and meet some friends here… or not, because who cares…right…?
As you locked your car and began walking to the entrance, you saw a blue Jeep parked next to it; it looked pretty banged up as if a lion had scratched it. You just hoped they didn’t accidentally scrape your car.
Two boys were getting out of the jeep. One was tall and athletic, the other an inch shorter and much skinnier. They looked around your age and looked like they were talking about something serious.
You continued walking in. Your first class of the day was AP (advanced placement) Biology. As you walked in, you prayed the teacher wouldn’t make you introduce yourself; you weren’t in the mood… but oh well.
The teacher spoke as you walked in, greeting and asking you to introduce yourself to the class.
“Hey everyone, my name’s Y/N Shepherd. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you!” You said as you saw a beautiful redhead who later introduced herself as Lydia Martin smile and wave at you, signalling for you to sit with her.
You welcomed the friendly gesture, smiling back and walking over to her before taking a seat.
“So, pretty boy, where are you coming from ?” Lydia asked. “LA, and thanks, you’re quite beautiful yourself,” you said, winking at her, which made her blush slightly.
You were always good at this part, faking a smile, being all friendly, sweet and social when really you never cared.”
Before Lydia could continue interrogating you, the class started.
Over the next hour and a half, the lecture went by.
After the lecture ended, Lydia told you that she would go find out where your locker was. She also gave you some tips on the teachers she thought would be easy and hard and things like that and warned you to not step out too late in the night in Beacon Hills. She mentioned that sometimes people hung out together outside of school and invited you along.
“Thanks! This will definitely help me fit in better,” you smiled.
Lydia smiled and walked off after showing you to your locker. As you began to open your locker, two boys suddenly ran up to you and held the locker door shut. You turned around, ready to rid anyone of the false notion that they could even try to bully you, but your gaze softened a bit when you saw the two boys from the jeep next to your car,
“Heyyy, man, sorry I kinda put some stuff … uh … in there and forgot to take it out last semester. Could you just give us a bit so we can take it out?” The shorter, skinnier one said, almost suspiciously, as if there was a dead body in there. “So? Take it out now. I need to put my stuff in,” you said, opening the locker as you noticed the taller boy sigh in defeat. Suddenly, your eyes went wide; the moment you opened the lock, a huge, maybe 10-foot iron chain began to fall out; the loud sound even made teachers step out to see what was happening. The skinny boy spoke up, “Yeah …. About that … uh.. we can explain … um, it was,” “Don’t bother, I don’t really care, just get it out before you make me late for class”, you interrupted, visibly mad that the whole school probably thinks “you” were the psycho who had iron chains in his locker - when that really wasn’t the case. “We’re really sorry about this,” the taller boy said, grabbing the chains and leaving you in peace. You were judging…you were really judging them. You didn’t care about the chains, but the fact that everyone’s gonna think it was you.
You made your way to your economics class, and to your most unpleasant surprise, both those boys were in your class. As if it wasn’t bad enough already, only one seat was left, and it was right beside them. You chuckled at the irony of the situation - You didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or strangle them, so you decided to ignore them and keep it cool.
The class was easy; you already knew everything, so you couldn’t help but get bored. As you began observing the classroom, the skinny boy passed you a chit - you took it hesitantly - it read, “SO SORRY - Stiles.” And had a smiley face drawn next to “stiles,” which made you think. What the hell is a stiles?
You glance back at the boy only to see him grinning at you; at that moment, you feel something - confusion - before you can do anything, you hear the teacher call you to solve a question on the board.
While solving the problem, you kept glancing at the two boys - you could feel their stares burning through your skin. The teacher seemed impressed when you finished solving the question and said, “You see that, Greenberg? That’s how it’s done.” Damn, this man really hates this Greenberg dude, what’d he do? You thought to yourself as you returned to your seat.
You could still feel the two boys staring holes into you; you were beginning to get irritated. You needed to finish some work, and these boys clearly weren’t helping you concentrate.
As you tried to return to your book, the taller boy mumbled something and pointed his finger at you. You were really starting to lose it, but the two boys suddenly got up, telling the teacher they had to go and ran out of the class - what the fuck is wrong with those two, you thought to yourself.
A while later, you were finally done with classes for the day. So far, it had gone well. The teachers liked you, and your classmates did too. The only issue was the whole corridor thing with those two boys, but as long as you stayed away from them, you’d be fine, you thought.
You received a message from Lydia asking you to come to the benches outside the cafeteria. That’s where she was hanging out with her friends after school. You texted back, letting her know you’d arrive in 5 minutes. You were in the mood for a walk and wanted to get some fresh air after that awkward morning.
As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you’d run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile.
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s3thwrit3sstuff · 11 months
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❛ master list ❜
▬ last updated: 15.03.2024
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♡ ▬ NSFW content (MDNI). | ☁ ▬ means it's angst. | ↺ ▬ means it's a WIP.
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Yandere Original Characters ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
Kim Seo-Yun x gn!reader | Kim Jeong-Hyun x gn!reader | drabble: ♡ "You make me feel like I am clean again"
Avatar (2009) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
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Call of Duty (2022) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
Konig x male!reader: ♡ "Oh, oh-oh"
Castlevania (2017) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
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CREEPYPASTA FANDOM ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
multi!characters x incubus!reader | drabble: ♡ "Just wanna be one of your toys, tonight"
DCU ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
JASON TODD x male!reader: "You get me so high"
Dead by Daylight (2016) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
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Jutjutsu Kaisen (2018) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
GOJO SATORU x male!husband!reader: ☁ "I WANT THE YOU WHO WANTS ME AGAIN" [1/3] ☁ "WHY AM I IN LOVE ALONE? (WHY AM I HURTING ALONE?)" [2/3] ☁♡ "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME (PLEASE DON'T FALL)" [3/3] ☁ alternate ending [AU] ☁♡ "YOU ALREADY HAVE A PIECE OF MY HEART (WHICH I HAVE NEVER GIVEN TO YOU)" | au's and what ifs drabble ↳ ❛ __ ❜ [playlist link]
Hein Era!RYOMEN SUKUNA X concubine!ftm!reader X Heian Era!GOJO SATORU: ♡ "Darling, won't you just plead, or should I begin to bleed?"
Marvel ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
PETER PARKER x male!superhero!reader: "You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you" [1/2] ♡ "Baby, you know that you won" [2/2]
My Hero Academia (2014) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI) x ftm!reader: ♡ "Just like that, baby"
DABI (TOUYA TODOROKI), TOMURA SHIGARAKI, TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU, SHOTA AIZAWA x ftm!reader: ♡ "Breathe through it"
Resident Evil (1996) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
ghostface!LEON KENNEDY x ftm!ghostface!reader: ♡ "Comin' back for more?"
Sally Face (2016) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
SAL FISHER x ftm!reader: ☁ "I was the boy who was on your side" SAL FISHER x ftm!reader: ♡ "I'll show you how we're supposed to feel (when we meet at Orion's belt)"
LARRY JOHNSON: ↺ ♡ "'Cause it's not a figure of speech, you got me on my knees"
Slashers ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
COREY CUNNINGHAM x gn!reader: ♡ "Helping Hand"
multi. characters x transmasc!reader | dating drabble: "beautiful (darling)"
multi.characters x male!slasher!reader | dating drabble: "take my soul (need control)"
poly!BILLY LOOMIS & STU MACHER x male!reader: "Line of Sight"
poly!COREY CUNNINGHAM & OG!MICHAEL MYERS x gn!reader "Say yes to heaven (say yes to me)"
The Legend of Korra (2012) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
TONRAQ x male!reader ♡ "situation might get sticky, icky"
Teen Wolf (2011) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
MIECZYSLAW "STILES" STILINSKI x male!werewolf!reader: ♡ "Burn for you" DEUCALION x male!werewolf!reader: ♡ "Show Me How" [1/2] ♡ "Show Me How" [2/2]
The Walking Dead (2010) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
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The Witcher (2019) ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘
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Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)
Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.
Requested: No
Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.
Word Count: 3520 words.
warning: Strong language used.
Note: I did make the reader be originally from Greece but it doesn't affect the story much so feel free to change it in your mind. :)
Chapter One.
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Being back in Beacon Hills felt weird, almost like a nightmare as I walked through the halls of the empty high school that I used to attend. I looked around curiously, the classrooms looked the same and so did the locker rooms. I smiled to myself seeing the boy’s locker room in the distance, memories of sneaking in there after everyone had left to talk to my best friend running through my mind.
“What are you doing here so late!?” I squinted my eyes as a bright light was shone directly at my face, I pushed it away and glared at the man standing in front of me. The coach.
“Oh, it’s just you.” He lowered the flashlight and gave me a confused look, like I was the only crazy person that was at the school late at night.
“Good to see you too coach, I was just leaving.” I moved around him, clutching my book bag close to my chest. I had just started teaching history at Beacon Hills High School yesterday, and this was already the second night that I had decided to stay late. I missed the library here much more than I expected. Especially seeing my initials carved on one of the shelves alongside my friend’s.
“You are seriously giving all the nerds bad ideas, what kind of teacher stays late at the school to read?” I let out an exhausted sigh, he had asked the same question when he caught me in the library last night. I put on a smile and glanced back at him.
“The kind that doesn’t want your players to fail a class, because if they do fail then they won’t be able to play, and we don’t want that now do we?” I turned back around and continued walking, knowing I had won the argument. I knew how much the coach cared about having his best players on the field, unfortunately for him most of them took history.
I would never fail a student if they didn’t deserve it, and I’ve been known to give plenty of opportunities to complete homework and assignments, but the coach has been pressing all the wrong buttons for the last two days and I just needed him to keep his mouth shut.
I guess I’ve changed a lot since high school, I would have never spoken back to someone like that in my teen years. If you weren’t close to me then I seemed like the quiet kid, you know the one that everyone just ignored and went about their day. However, if you knew me then I was the exact opposite. I would speak my mind, about anything and everything. I would babble on about the most random topics if you were willing to lend an ear, and that often ended up being my best friend’s ear.
I guess I should stop calling him that, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since we were eighteen. He left Beacon Hills after an accident, he dropped all communication and left. I stayed here for as long as I could, waiting for him to come back so that I could talk to him and comfort him, but he never did come back.
 When the summer ended, I left my number on the door of his house in case he came back, and he wanted to talk. Then I left for home, I went back to Greece and continued on with my life, got my degree in teaching and then travelled for a year or two with my grandmother. Once she was ready to settle down, we came back to Beacon Hills. She said that this place had always felt like a second home to her.
I snapped out of my daydream as I realised, I had made it out into the outside corridor, I should really start paying more attention when I’m somewhere alone in the middle of the night.
“KIRA!” I stared ahead in disbelief; three kids were laying on the floor at the end of the corridor battered and bruised. It didn’t look like they noticed me but something that was growling at them did. On instinct I ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of them. Whatever the animal was, it would have to get through me first. Which looking back on that decision, that was probably the most stupid decision that I had ever made in my life.
The situation was extremely surreal, there I was standing between three kids and two grown men wearing animal skulls that covered their faces. They were clearly strong, that was the aura they gave off as they stared me down. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I stared back at them, with a glare of rage.
“Can you three move?” I glanced down at the ground for a second, noticing a sword laying on the ground between me and the men. If I could just pick that up, then I might stand a chance against these guys.
“No! Run!” I faintly remember one of the boys screaming at me, a boy I now know as Scott McCall. I ran forward, grabbing the sword off of the floor and leaping into the air with hope that the momentum would pierce the bone armour that the men had on.
But instead of making contact I was grabbed out of the air, it felt like the world slowed down to a halt as it happened. My eyes widened as a familiar face appeared in front of him, one that should have been much older by now.
“Derek?” He acknowledged me with a glance before throwing me to the side, I’m sure he meant to be gentler, but my body hit the ground with a harsh thud and my head hit the railings. My vision became blurry as I watched the scene before me, Derek, my ex best friend who hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since I last saw him, was fighting off these tall men with his bare hands. The only thing was that he had sharp canine-like teeth and claws to match as he did so. I left the image up to the concussion I had before I crawled forward towards the kids, I tried my best to stand up.
“Come on, you need to run…” I had trusted Derek with my life many times when we were younger, so now I trusted that he could hold off the danger long enough to get these kids to safety. Then I could question him on why he doesn’t look a day over sixteen, and if he’d give me the location to the fountain of youth he had found. As they got up the ache in my head became apparent, I stumbled to the side and started to fall again. However, this time I had a much softer landing, someone had been kind enough to catch me and when I looked up, I saw the most handsome man that I could have possibly ever imagined.
“Wow…so an angel really does come get you when you die.” I closed my eyes, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone calling my name.
The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday, it was the finals for our basketball team. We usually never made it that far, but we finally had an ace on our team, Derek Hale, my best friend. The only thing was that no one could find him, we were all waiting on the courts for him to start the match, but no one had seen him. That is when I noticed his uncle skulking around before disappearing in the direction of the locker rooms.
“I’ll be right back.” I gave Kate a reassuring smile before following him, I didn’t trust Peter at all, so I hardly felt bad about this. He was always too hard on Derek, there had been many times where Derek decided to sleep over at my place just to avoid the douche. He didn’t seem like the supportive type either, so I don’t understand why he was here.
“Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek.” I heard Peter’s voice echoing from the showers, I blushed at the thought of bursting into the room while Derek was naked. Maybe there was an actual emergency, and I should just go, let his uncle help him for once if it fell in the department of him being naked during the issue or maybe I should have sent Kate because she’s told me many times, she had a crush on him. But then…
“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt so much!?” Hurt? That sent alarm bells going off in my head, Derek was hurting. I rounded the corner and stared in shock as Derek was on his knees, completely drenched from head to toe. I could only see the side of his face, but his eyes were glowing bright blue and he had fangs like a wolf. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream, then there was a pressure on my neck before I passed out.
I woke up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as I heard voices coming from the distance. I was in a room I didn’t recognise, the ceiling was high and most of the bricks were exposed. It was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I sat up slowly, my brain pounding against my skull as I did so.
My ears were still ringing from earlier, my heart was still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline. Then I heard my name again, it didn’t sound like it had any emotion in it at first but as I looked in the direction of the voice I could immediately tell there was a slight worried undertone to it…just like I could always tell when he tried to hide it.
“Derek…?” Just as I thought, the man from earlier was Derek. He had grown so much, he was taller, more muscular, he had a beard and damn was he gorgeous. I took several deep breaths as three pairs of eyes fell on me, which didn’t help the growing nervousness in my stomach. Was what I remembered real? Was what I saw earlier real?
“That’s my cue to leave.” The woman spoke, she got up and left without even greeting them. The other man followed her, locking the door behind her as she left.
“Are you crazy!?” He sounded shocked and angry, the emotions clearly directed at Derek.
“Not now.” He got up and walked towards me, my spine immediately straightened, and my eyes went wide as he sat down in front of me. I wasn’t scared of him, but I suddenly felt alert in the situation, there were so many questions swirling in my head that it was almost hard to keep track of.
“What do you remember?” No “Hi, how you doing?”, no “Sorry I threw you which made you hit your head and pass out”. Nothing, just straight to what I remembered? Yeah, this was definitely Derek or should I rather say the ‘new and improved’ one.
“A lot, enough to know you’ve been keeping secrets from me before you even left.”
“It was to protect you.”
“Bullshit!” I stood up, staggering slightly which sent Derek flying to his feet to catch me. His hands landed on my waist, holding me up.
“It wasn’t to protect me! It was for your own selfish shit! You didn’t tell me things, you didn’t let me in on your little world and then you just left me! No good explanation, no good-bye just gone! I stayed here for months for you! Taking care of your family after the fire, I spent my summer hoping you would come back but you didn’t! You ass!” I hit his chest hard which for once made him flinch, but he still had a glare on his face as he stared down at me like a predator warning his prey.
“You didn’t stay either so how is it fair that you can be mad at me, but you weren’t here when I came back?” I glared at him, absolutely pissed that he would switch the blame to me so quickly.
“I left you a note with my number on it and my new address, I couldn’t stay when my whole family was leaving! I was eighteen without a job, how would I live here!?” I tried to push him off, but he just tightened his grip on me.
“There was no note.”
“That might have been my fault.” Our heads whipped to the other man in the room, he had a sheepish grin on his face, but he didn’t look sorry at all as he shrugged and crossed his arms.
“I took it off, didn’t want you to have stalkers back home.” I blinked in disbelief, it was private property so no one would have went there besides Derek's family.
“Peter?”
“In the flesh.” He did a small bow, now my blood was boiling even more. Of course, it was Peter who made sure we never spoke again, he never liked me since I always made Derek talk back to him, I made Derek stand up for himself against him. Rightfully so because he is an asshole.
“But how!? You were burnt and paralysed in the fire! I looked after you and Laura in the hospital for my whole summer!”
“Long story but thanks for that, cupcake.” My grip on Derek’s arms tightened, he took that as a sign that if he didn’t get me out of here that I would try to burn Peter to a crisp myself this time.
“I’m taking you home.” I screeched as he picked me up, something I definitely wasn’t used to. I was well aware that I probably couldn’t walk by myself, the longer I’m awake the more my body aches and pains. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I decide not to protest.
“I hate you sometimes.” I heard a little huff, something he did when he was trying not to smile. Even though I was extremely mad at him right now, his warmth was welcomed. At least that hasn’t changed, he was still my personal heater.
“Just sometimes?” I opened my eyes as one of his hands wrapped around mine, my pain starting to slowly go away. I glanced down, there were black veins on his hand and arm where we were touching, another thing I suddenly remembered seeing before. Once we were outside, he put me in the passenger seat of a car, a car I was assuming was his.
“Derek, please talk to me. Explain this to me.” He sighed, I gave him my best pleading look which made him shake his head before he knelt down next to me.
“I’m a werewolf.”
“Yeah, I guessed.” I cleared my throat, my eyes meeting his. “I saw you before, before that basketball game when we were younger.”
“Before Peter knocked you out, I remember.”
“He is a royal pain in the ass, fucking asshole. But you know I wasn’t scared of you, right? I would have accepted you even back then.” I reached out for his hand and laced our fingers together, squeezing it tightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, he seemed to be processing the feeling like no one has held his hand since he last saw me.
“I know, you were a weirdo that would have accepted me even if I had two heads.” I laughed at that, a smile growing on my face as I looked at him.
“Yeah, but your ego was enough to deal with.” He rolled his eyes at that, but I could see the smile he was hiding, beneath all the changes that he went through I could still see the old Derek. The person he was before all the pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from mine, the playful atmosphere now depleting.
“I wanted to tell you but the last person I told died, and then Kate…”
“Argent?” He nodded, then he began to explain what happened in the last few years. How Paige actually died, that Kate was the one who set fire to his house and killed his family because she was a hunter and that’s why she wanted to date him. He told me about when he came back to Beacon Hills, all the things that happened with a group of high schoolers he met. It was a lot to take in, but I paid attention, I knew he would never lie…well tell a whole fabricated supernatural story because he was never that creative.
“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward, hugging him with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell he wasn’t expecting it, he froze for a moment. Usually, I never cry about things but now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t stop the tears. The amount of times Derek could have died or was close to death while I wasn’t with him crashed down on me, I sobbed and hiccupped while holding onto him. That’s when his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly to his chest as I cried.
I don’t know how long we sat like that, just on the side of the road in his car with his arms around me. The crying had given me a headache but being close to him felt good, being like this again felt good. My heart was beating a mile a minute.
“Please come home with me, please stay like you used to. I need you…” Another thing that was out of character for me, begging for someone to stay. I don’t know if fear had overcome me from realising there was a whole dangerous world of creatures that could kill me if they weren’t good like Derek, or if I was just scared that if he left me, he would leave again.
“Okay…okay.” His voice was soft, something that only happened when I was extremely upset about something. He got up, tucking me into my seat and putting on my seatbelt. Once he was in the driver’s seat I grabbed his hand again, holding it with both of mine. This time he squeezed my hand, starting the car with his free hand and then driving off.
Later...
When we arrived at my place Derek has decided that I still couldn’t walk on my own, he picked me up from the passenger seat and walked towards my front door. The little act of kindness made me giggle, knowing full well that if I ever asked to be carried again then he would say no.
“Welcome to my humble abode, my bedroom is upstairs.” He nodded, taking a quick look around my house before ascending to the second floor. I had boxes all around, not having unpacked anything besides my bedroom and the kitchen.
“Am I allowed to dress myself or are you going to strip me too?” He grunted, not enjoying my teasing as he put me down on the bed. He walked over to my closet.
“Still sleep in shorts and a tank top?” He barely asked the question before throwing those items at me, I laughed and caught them.
“Yeah, but only when it’s hot. Then again it should be very hot since my personal heater has returned.” He chuckled at this, looking at the wall as I got changed.
“I see you still have some of my sweatpants, I’m borrowing one.” I blushed and looked away as he changed, though I did take a glance as he took off his shirt. He had definitely worked out during the time we were separated and had gotten a tattoo on his back. It was safe to say he was an absolute catch. I shook my head, not believing my thoughts about a man that was my best friend for most of my childhood.
He walked over to me, he had opted to not put a shirt on which I was definitely complaining about.
“Where am I sleeping?” I patted next to me which made him raise an eyebrow, I guess now that we’re older it was a bit weird to share a bed as just friends, but I didn’t care. I had missed sleeping in his arms.
“Don’t question it, I missed you.” He sighed and laid next to me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms. When I pulled the blanket over us, I felt safe, it was just like when were younger again. Derek was my dream catcher, keeping the nightmares and bad thoughts away. Now being with him kept more than that away, I felt like as long as I was with him the new world, I knew about wasn’t so scary after all. His warmth made me sleepy, my eyes closing as I drifted off.
Just before I fell asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.
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