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aeriscallanga · 11 months
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Did really Enhypen spoiled Sunghoon is my Teen Wolf OC face claim, Kenneth Yim??? 😳
Warning: Spoilers for Dark Blood concept trailer
Ken--err I mean, Sunghoon looks like he got possessed by a Nogitsune here
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Heck even the coloring screams TEEN WOLF
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This reminds me of Allison Argent's childhood with him (an excerpt from my postponed one-shot songfic Time After Time)
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These places are relevant with his ice powers
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Did I mention his possessiveness and being a sweet-talker? I think nah
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Don't get me wrong, I was so surprised cause' it fits him well, I love these co-occurrences cause' dark fantasy is THEIR STYLE . All I can say, Dark Blood is just *chef's kiss* special thanks to the team who made this concept for their comeback ✨
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And for those anons, fake wokes, and antis saying either Enhypen or I plagiarized the concept, you're annoying as heck! Kidding, I came up with that characterization of my OC first prior with their upcoming new album. None of us stole it, all of them are purely coincidental and I'm so genuinely happy seeing that kind of notion on them, can't wait for the mv to release soon 💗
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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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Can I Kiss You?
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Pairing : Scott McCall x fem!oc.
Warnings : Foul language, mentions of death, character death, no comfort end, angst then fluff then no comfort.
Plot : Bluebell has made a list of rules that she lives by, she decides to break one of those rules and kisses the alpha, Scott McCall. However, things soon take a deathly turn.
Prompt : Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” “Fuck the rules.”
Pronouns used : he/him for Scott, she/her for Bluebell.
Note : All oc’s belong to me, please do not copy or steal any of my oc’s details. Thanks.
Info : Info about Bluebell here! Also, Scott will probably be ooc but it’s a fic so that much is obvious I guess.
Word count : 1.9k words.
OC taglist : @fairchildflag - You’ve already read this on Insta lmao but I wanted to post it here too 💖
OC Masterlist here!
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Bluebell paced back and forth in her bedroom, going through the plan over and over in her head. What would she tell Scott? What would she even say?
“Scott, I’m so sorry I lied to you all this time. My name is actually Brooklyn Harris, I-I’m sure you recognise it-” she began to recite, quickly cutting herself off.
“Pfft! Of course he’ll recognise that name, you’ve tried killing him before.” Bluebell muttered to herself in the mirror, gripping the dressing table in front of her; her claws digging in and making scratch marks in the white painted oak. She took a deep breath, her claws slowly retracting back into her normal nails as she let out a deep sigh, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, deciding the best way to explain everything would be to write it down.
Dear Scott- “No, that’s wrong. It’s not a letter, Bluebell.” She groaned to herself, scribbling out what she had written.
She took a deep breath, slowly letting her hand glide across the paper; letting her words flow effortlessly. It didn’t take long for her to finish her note.
If you’re reading this, I’m probably either dead or I’ve just ran away… again.
Things weren’t supposed to end like this. You guys weren’t supposed to find out like this. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my past, one of them was becoming the biggest predator of the supernatural world, I was never meant to become a killer but with eyes as blue as mine- everybody already assumed the worst before even realising I wasn’t a werewolf, I’m a Werecoyote. I’m sure, by now, that Gerard has told you all the truth about me, a name I’m sure you’ll all recognise. My name is Brooklyn Harris, when I was ten, I was abandoned by my pack- made to survive this awful world alone. That’s when the hunters came. That’s when I became a killer, it started with just one of Gerard’s men, I didn’t care enough to remember his name. All I knew was that I had to survive, and with over ten guns pointed in my direction, there was no other option. Once I realised what I’d done, how dangerous I was, I ran… I ran and I didn’t stop, not for Derek, not for Argent’s men, not for Chris, and not even for you, Scott McCall. My choices were either fight or flight, I’d always been raised to claw my way out of any situation, so whenever I came across somebody I knew would try to stop me, somebody I didn’t trust, I would choose the latter and would fight and claw and scream and growl, I didn’t care what the outcome was, all I knew was that I needed to survive. This lifestyle earned me the title ‘the most dangerous of them all’, a title frequently used by Gerard Argent. I’m a predator, a dangerous and lethal predator who has so much blood on her hands. I thought I’d left that life behind, but it seems that no matter what I did or how much I changed my name or face- somebody out there would still recognise me. So this is my farewell, this is my goodbye, my departure note. I have to leave and I don’t think I’ll ever return. I broke rule number one; don’t fall in love with the alpha. Goodbye my love, my heart and my soul, Scott McCall,
Forever yours,
Brooklyn “Bluebell” Harris.
Bluebell left the note on her dresser before grabbing the duffel bag she had packed beforehand, she stopped at the front door; sparing one final glance over her shoulder before letting the safety door slam and sprinting away from the porch.
She stopped at the preserve, stepping over the chain and the do not enter sign. She placed a hand on the nearest tree to steady herself before glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed- she knew that Scott and the pack would be at her house by now.
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Scott ran in through the door of his girlfriend’s home, “BLUEBELL!!” He called out. Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Malia and Chris were all behind him, “BLUE!!” He called out again, glancing over his shoulder with a wide eyed fearful look which Stiles quickly caught on to. “If she isn’t here, if we don’t find her- if Gerard finds her before us…” Scott began, worry emanating from his voice.
“She’ll be dead before she hits the ground.” Chris put in, letting a sigh leave his mouth.
Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Hey, we’ll find her, okay?” He reassured his best friend.
Scott sent an appreciative smile his way before turning towards the stairs, he sprinted up; Stiles, Derek and Chris were on his heel as Lydia and Malia searched downstairs. They searched around for a while before Stiles stood up straight, “Scott, Scott I got something.” He said, holding up the note.
Scott was by his side in seconds as he grabbed the note from Stiles’ hands, his eyes scanned back and forth, word after word. He let out a soft sigh, dropping the note to the floor, “Scott, what’s wrong?” Chris asked, worry evident in his voice.
“She’s gone. She’s run away.” Scott mumbled, his voice was low and tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks.
Stiles placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze as Derek spoke up, “Then we need to find her before Gerard does.” He said, throwing one of her scarfs towards Scott. “Track her scent.” He told him. Scott nodded, scrunching the scarf in his fists and pressing the garment to his nose, taking in her scent.
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The footsteps became louder and louder behind her. The red lasers were shining through the trees, closer and closer to where Bluebell was. She quickly slinked behind a large oak tree, pressing her back against the wood as her chest heaved up and down repeatedly, she placed a hand over her mouth as she heard the voices on the other side of the tree becoming louder, “She definitely went this way, boys. She can’t run for long.” It was the voice that could make milk curdle, the voice that could bring even the toughest man to his knees, the voice that made her blood boil and skin crawl, the voice that belonged to Gerard Argent.
She heard the footsteps disperse, slowly getting further and further away. She let out a sigh of relief she didn’t even realise she was holding, and closed her eyes slightly as her breathing slowly went back to its normal pace.
Bluebell pushed herself away from the tree and began walking the opposite way, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she continued to walk. She spared a glance over her shoulder, however, this made her bump into someone. Her eyes widened before she turned her head, fear evident in her eyes as she stared at the intruder. “S-Scott?” She asked, “H-how did you find me?” She questioned.
“I tracked your scent.” He responded, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Look, Bluebell- or Brooklyn, whatever name you go by…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I don’t care about what you’ve done in the past. I don’t care that you’ve tried to kill me more than once, I don’t care about your past mistakes. I fell in love with the shy girl who always tried to stay at the back of the class, unnoticed, with a hoodie on even in one hundred degree weather. I fell in love with Bluebell Harris, I fell in love with the werecoyote, I fell in love with the blue glowing eyes, I fell in love with you, Bluebell. Your past, your mistakes, your old life- all of that, isn’t who you are. You? The real you? It isn’t the monster who did the horrible stuff, it’s the girl who was mortified by the horrible stuff she did. You are loved, you’re loved by me, you’re like a daughter to Chris, you’ve become good friends with Derek, you’re best friends with Lydia and Malia and Serenity would be so lost without you.” He told her, sitting her on a nearby log.
“I don’t know, Scott.” She sighed, placing her head in her hands. “No matter how far I run, no matter how much I change about myself, somebody will always recognise me and some people will never forgive the things I’ve done.”
“Don’t change anything about yourself, you’re perfect as you are.” He told her, resting his forehead against the side of her head, planting a soft kiss to the top of her ear.
She tilted her head, slowly turning it and staring at the alpha, “Didn’t you read rule number one in that note?” She asked, biting her lip slightly as she stared into his eyes.
“I did.” He grinned, licking his lips slightly as his eyes flickered between her eyes and her lips. “Exactly how many rules did you make?” He questioned.
“Ten.” She whispered softly, staring into his eyes.
“That’s a lot of rules, Blue.” He whispered back.
“They’re the rules I try to live by.” She whispered, her own eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and lips. She lifted her hand, pressing it against his cheek, “But then you came around and you just…” She sighed slightly with a soft smile shining on her features, “You just changed my whole world.” She chuckled softly.
He watched her, a smile emanating from his own features as he leaned forward, “Can I kiss you? Or is that against the rules?” He asked, padding his thumb across her cheek.
She stared up at him through her lashes, a smile quickly spread across her features as her pupils were blown wide; biting her lips, the next words flowed freely, “Fuck the rules!” She whispered, letting him lean down and crash his lips against hers.
She kissed back just as passionately, her arms wrapping around him as her fingers became entangled in his hair whilst his hands gripped her waist.
That was until a shadow came over the pair of them, “Well well well, isn’t this sweet?” There it was again, that milk curdling voice.
The pair pulled away, Bluebell’s protective instinct slowly kicking in as she quickly rose to her feet and stood in front of her boyfriend, “Oh, you foolish child, I never wanted Scott. We only ever wanted you, Brooklyn.” He smirked, grabbing her roughly.
Her hands were bound above her as she was dangled from a tree. She stared at Scott, a fearful and apologetic look in her eyes as he was held back by a few of Gerard’s men. Her eyes widened as she watched Gerard pull out a long, steel sword. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact that she knew was bound to come.
Scott watched in horror, trying to fight against the men who were holding him back but there were too many of them, “Gerard, no! Please!” Scott pleaded as Gerard lifted the sword; the tip glinted in the sunlight that was shining through the trees.
Gerard wore an evil grin as he swung the sword as hard as he could, cutting the young girl in half at the waist. Her body fell limp immediately as Scott fell to his knees, letting out an agonising and painful scream which soon turned into a roar. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Gerard signalled for his men to leave, Scott stared at the hanging body of his girlfriend. His tears quickly becoming a waterfall as he knelt on the ground and screamed out.
The others skidded to a halt behind him, Stiles placed a hand on Scott’s shoulder, trying to hold back his own tears as he stared at the scene in front of him, Scott’s painful screams echoed through the forest. They were too late. Far too late.
She was gone.
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Henloooo! Welcome back to another oc fic! 🤪 The og Teen Wolf characters are probably very much poc but I mean, it’s a Fic so that’s bound to happen, please do lemme know what y’all think tho angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe. Mwaaaah! 💖
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mikithemaker · 3 months
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“I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense”
Stiles stilinski - teen wolf character lineup
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skylerverse-teenwolf · 3 months
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Full moon/full transformation concept for Scott
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outcastpack · 8 months
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thiamsxbitch · 2 months
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moodboard: scott & braeden
for @teenwolfrarepairevents
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mirrorthoughts · 1 month
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First & Last Lines
Rules: Post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted. WIPs are welcome. Not super strict!!
I was tagged multiple times, so thanks to my lovely mutuals @thotpuppy and @lucky-bishop!!
Not All Soup Is Soup - Teen Wolf, Steter, 2,992 words "So you finally decided to tell us that you're together?" - "Sleep, Stiles. And tomorrow we're going through that book together."
Mushroom Soup - Teen Wolf, Steter, 2,570 words Stiles loved the quiet days. - "Fucking hell!"
Inn of the Multiverse - Teen Wolf, Post-Steter, 8,162 words Year 7, Day 104 Current World: 217, Day 4 of 4* * remind residents they need to leave if they want to stay in this world - Stiles hoped he would.
Once is Chance, twice is a Coincidence, three times is a Pattern - Teen Wolf, Steter, 2,805 words Peter noticed the cat for the first time during a grocery run. - Catniss purred, still content in the arms of her human's lover.
I Can See What Could Be And I Want It - Teen Wolf, Steter, 32,980 words The first thing he noticed when he left behind the darkness was the warmth engulfing him. - And their future looked beautiful.
Pre-Canon, Secret Rituals, Presents - Teen Wolf, gen, 1,282 words "Scotty, hey! Hey, Scotty!" - "Of course, Scott! I'm sure we'll be best friends forever!"
Plants, Time Loop, Public Transportation - Original Story, Post-OC/ OC, 1,704 words When Sascha stepped into the subway he didn't think much of it. - "132."
How to woo your Jester - @oblivionsdream Original Story, Jester/Knight, 596 words "You've already given me flowers yesterday." - More beautiful than even flowers.
The little things - Teen Wolf, Steter, WIP, 11,382 words Stiles felt his dad's eyes stare into his back as he walked up the stairs to his room, still shaken from what had happened at the high school. - "After all now that he has lost his sister it would only be normal to want his last surviving family close to him, even take care of him himself, don't you think?"
Dead On Time - Teen Wolf, Steter, 11,725 words "Uncle Peter, Mum wants you to send these letters to the other packs!" - After all, he had a bit of time until he’d be gone for good.
Ooof, what a list 😂 that did take me a bit to collect all this! Also, lots of Steter 😂😂😂
Low-pressure tags for: @aurevell, @raett97, @whimsicalmeerkat, @dear-massacre, @tkwritesdumbassassins, @bucky-boychik-barnes and everyone else who wants to do this!
I have no idea who hasn't done that yet 😂😂
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Ok so now that I've posted two of my OCs for two different fandoms,
rb for sample size pls!
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greenieart · 2 months
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Another piece from last year I forgot to post smh. I finished the designs for all of (Valentine) Wolf’s family! His parents and siblings that is, there’s a lot of cousins and aunts and uncles I could design but let’s not get carried away more than we have already lol
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monmuses · 5 days
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Mun Game: Judge me based on my taste in characters!
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stilesandscripts · 1 month
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Part 1, of Teen Wolf: The Alternate Path is complete! Which finishes off coverage of Teen Wolf Seasons 1 & 2.
Please, Please, Please go and give it a read. 🙏🏻
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aeriscallanga · 11 months
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In honor of 'DARK BLOOD' Concept Trailer I'll be opening an ask for my Teen Wolf OC, Kenneth Yim
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GIF Credits: @heeseunq
Side note: I may not be around Tumblr today for family outing, but I'll try to answer later, anons are also welcome here <33
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bmckay1120 · 5 months
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The Healer
Summary: Morning comes and Brylee is forced to face the music of Chris’ inevitable departure.
Pairings: Chris Argent x Brylee McCall
Warnings: Slight swearing, some angst
A/N: Happy to be back with this fic this week!! Not my Gif but all my writing!!
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Through the night and through the rain I stayed in his arms. We were a mess of sheets, kisses, and ecstasy. Being in his arms was easy. It was the most ease I had felt in a long time. The most at home I had been in as long as I could remember. For a moment we weren’t alone. For a little while we were just two people in a cabin.
As the sun rose he dozed beside me. Though he had held up fine through most of the night, when dawn came I saw the tiredness fill his eyes again. He was gaining strength. Which made me both happy and sad. He was getting better, which meant there wouldn’t be much reason for him to stay here any longer.
I traced idle patterns on his arm that was draped over my waist. His breath tickled my neck. Slow, even and warm. It took everything in me to keep the shiver at bay. My fingers ran over his, the ones that had become familiar to me in such a short amount of time.
I knew I shouldn’t have done this. Had thought it through the night.But I had pushed it aside. And too soon I would have to face the music.
Sunlight poured in from the curtains. The rain had stopped, and the rays were making their way to the bed. His skin was finally gaining its normal color back. He wasn’t quite as tan as I had once known him to be, though the sickly gray he had favored over the week had dissipated. Slowly I turned to face him. I couldn’t help but let my fingers run over his nose, his beard. I craved to be as close as possible.
He seemed peaceful for once. His mind finally empty. His heart sated for a little bit. When he had first entered town the thing almost everyone took notice of was his calculating gaze. Scott especially. Chris hadn’t lost it even with death knocking on his door. But now he was calm, relaxed. I liked this look on him.
Before I could get settled with his image in front of me I got out of bed. The wooden floors were cold on my feet and it sent chill bumps running up my arms. No matter where I looked I couldn’t find my top. Settling for one of his button ups I covered myself hoping to push away the chill.
“Going somewhere,” his raspy voice made me jump a little.
I turned, having finally finished up the last button. His blue eyes were now fully awake. A small smile shining under his unruly beard. “Coffee,” I stated.
Before I could start to tame his wild morning hair which would lead to another round in the sheets I bolted for the kitchen. I filled the pot with water and then dumped almost half the bag of grounds into the filter. The heavy scent of pecan and vanilla did wonders to soothe me.
I should have known I couldn’t do this with him. Have him for a little while and then let him go. He wasn’t Derek. He wasn’t just a man who was there to soothe a part of me then leave with no strings attached. He was… important. I wouldn’t go as far as saying I loved him. But he was more than a fling. More than casual sex.
It didn’t matter. He would be gone soon, and I would no doubt be back to work on others in no time. He would become a faint memory. Something that happened which I would go back to every now and then. But I was sure it wouldn’t be much more. Soon I would wallow alone and find a way to deal with it. Like I did with everything.
I heard him approach. His footsteps still a near shuffle with his injury placement. We hadn’t broached the topic of what had attacked him since the night he was left with me. Pulling two mugs from the cabinet I didn’t face him. Was too much of a coward to look him in the eye longer than three seconds. The coffee wouldn’t brew fast enough for me to get out on the porch. To get out of this stifling house that was covered in him. Covered in his scent and memory, and blood.
Calloused strong fingers once again wrapped around my wrist. Coaxing me to look at him. A request not a demand. A touch so gentle yet so strong. An anchor. “Is something wrong,” he asked in a near whisper.
“No,” I lied, forcing myself to look at him and smile to sell it.
He didn’t believe me. The man was a human lie detector, I should have known not to even try with him.
My eyes drifted away from his back to the coffee pot. I hated his perfect crisp blue eyes. They had borne themselves onto my memory. The coffee still wasn’t done. How long could it possibly take?
“If it’s something about last night, I’m-”, he started, fingers still wrapped delicately around my wrist.
“It’s not.”
“Really, because you were fine until this morning.”
“I am fine. Last night was… great. And now you can go back to wherever you were and we can move on.”
His hands moved to my hips, making me face him. I realized then that he had only put on a pair of jeans. They slung lazily on his waist. Teasing and taunting me. I forced my eyes back to his. There was no winning no matter where I looked at him.
“That’s what you think last night was,” he questioned. I hadn’t seen him this riled in a long while. Fire lit in those ice like eyes.
“What else was it?” Silence. An answer. He didn’t know. I carried on before he could blabber on about some kind of sentiment that would only be a half truth. “Look I probably shouldn’t have come in last night like I did. You were hurting and… I’m glad I could fix it for a while. But you and I both know that this isn’t going anywhere. You’re not staying in Beacon Hills, and I’m not leaving. So we can just leave it.”
A new kind of fierceness took over him. Something new and brash that made my heart rush with hope. “That’s not what last night was. And I don’t know why you’re trying to bullshit me right now.”
“It’s not bullshit, it’s the truth Chris. And it’s okay,” I felt unwanted tears flood my eyes. Last night was stupid and I should have never let it happen.
“Talk to me, what are you so worried about,” he asked in a softer tone. Almost pleading with me.
Before I could give him an answer the door squeaked open and I jumped out of his embrace before the new guest could catch us. I thought I had locked the front door. Which meant it was one of the only other people with a key…
“Mr. Argent, you’re back,” Scott said, a beaming smile covering his face.
If you would have told me that’s how my brother would greet Chris one day I would have laughed. But seeing them now was sweet. They were forever bound together by Allison. And maybe the only two people on the planet who carried close to the same kind of grief for her.
Chris put on his signature smirk, saving his smiles for when the time truly called for it. “It’s good to see you Scott.”
My brother’s gaze turned to me, “Is this the patient mom was talking about?”
I was happy that he didn’t notice our state of dress. Just yet. I prayed he wouldn’t smell Chris on me. He seemed to be so elated that the older man was here that he wasn’t paying much attention to anything else. “Yeah, what are you doing here?”
His brown eyes snapped back into focus as if suddenly remembering he had a mission. “Mountain Ash, we need some for tonight. Thought you might have some in stock.”
I started walking to my small clinic where I held all my remedies. “Should I even ask what you need it for?”
“We’re trying to set a trap for the Dread Doctor’s latest creation.”
I handed him the large canister holding the dark ashes. “Do you need help?”
His eyes became compassionate, trying to ease my worry. He hated it when I tried to play mom. Had complained about it since we were kids. But he was my little brother, so no matter what he did I would always worry about him whether he liked it or not. When he had turned into a werewolf the instinct had only heightened.
“I’ll call you if anything happens, but for now we should be okay,” he turned back to Chris. “What brought you here?”
Quietly and quickly Chris had put on a white tee shirt. How he moved so soundlessly always freaked me out. Training of a hunter I guessed. “Mystery beast a few counties over,” he raised his shirt and pulled down his dressing. Showing the three long stitched scars.
“How does the beast look,” Scott asked, half jokingly.
“I wish I knew. Your sister saved my life the other night,” Chris’ blue eyes fell back onto me.
“I know the feeling. She’s helped a lot of people,” my brother smiled warmly at me. Then his eyes wandered to what I was wearing.
I started to lead him to the front door, “Is there anything else you need for tonight?”
Slowly he looked to my house guest then back to me before following me. “No, I think that’s it. Are you guys okay here?”
“We’re fine, Scotty. If anything goes wrong, or you need anything call me.” His eyes were still roaming over me and Chris, not fully listening to me. I pulled his attention back to me with a sharper tone. “Scott, I mean it. Be careful tonight.”
He finally looked at me. The warmth that was normally there replaced the suspicion that had been in his features before. My not so little brother pulled me in for a hug. He had outgrown me his freshman year. It hurt me to know that he was practically grown now. I wish so desperately to go back to when he was little. “We’ll be okay sis,” he whispered and was out the door.
I let out a long breath leaning heavily on the wooden frame. I stood like that for a long time all the while feeling Chris’ presence behind me. He never left me. Wouldn’t leave me no matter how much I wanted to be alone at the monet. Though that part of me that wanted him here was glad he stayed. Was glad that he wasn’t running. I wished I could tamp that part of me down.
“Brylee,” he said, not coming much closer.
I loved my name on his lips. Loved when he whispered it. Loved when he moaned it. Loved when his voice simply carried it across his tongue.
Building up my courage I turned around still leaning on the door. I’d need something solid behind me. The unwanted tears had returned. I maintained my breathing to keep them at bay. I wouldn’t cry while he was here. Not now.
“I know you can’t stay. I know there’s too much here for you. Too much of Allison here. And it’s okay, I’m okay with it. I’m okay with what you let me have,” I pushed out in a single breath. Because if I didn’t I would lose my nerve.
“I never said that,” he defended meekly, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“You don’t have to.”
“So that’s what last night was for you. Give a sad man some comfort?”
I shook my head. “No. I wanted… I just…” I was losing it.
Slowly he came closer. Like approaching a wild beast. I assumed that’s what I looked like right now. “You wanted what? To make me feel better? To make you feel better?”
“That wasn’t all of it.”
He was inches from me now. I could feel the heat coming off of him. The fever was gone. Sickness almost fully healed. And yet he was still warm. Still begging me towards him. “Then what is it? What’s the whole of it? What did you want?”
I felt a tear slip. Damn it.
“I wanted… I wanted… you,” I whispered. My knees were going to buckle beneath me.
“Me,” he questioned. I’d never seen this man confused. He always seemed to know everything. Always seemed to have everything under control.
“You. I thought it was a stupid crush when you moved into town. But then… it just grew. And I wanted you. Last night I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”
He went silent and still. I had really just screwed it up. I had shown my full hand, and now he would leave with my dignity broken too.
“I didn’t allow myself to look at you for a long time. I was married, and you were young,” he started softly. Afraid of what might come down on him should he speak too loudly. “But you were always there. Always on my mind. Always just a breath away.
“After Allison died I didn’t think that I could ever… feel good again. But when I woke up and saw you over me, it was like I was alive for the first time in a long time.”
His fingers laced through mine. I wanted to buckle at his feet, but I held myself against the door. I forced myself to stay up right. I would not become a mess on this floor for him. For anyone.
He let his head rest against mine. I wondered if he felt the same need I did. Had the same flame that burned whenever we allowed ourselves to fall into each other. His free hand came to wipe a few of the tears that had escaped.
It would never cease to amaze me that a man capable of such violence could be so gentle. The man had never been rough with me. Had never laid anything but a gentle hand on me. Had used the utmost care last night. He was strong, but had the mind to be careful.
“It’s not enough to make you stay, is it,” I dared to ask. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know. To know that I wasn’t enough to push the demons from his mind. To know that I simply wasn’t enough.
“This place used to kill me. It consumed me with memories, with tragedy. I wonder if that might be because I never tried to make new ones in it,” he said.
My heart fluttered as I felt his words fall onto my lips. His breath mingling with mine.
“Chris…” I tried to stop him. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
“Will you have me? If I stay, will you take me?”
Another damn tear slipped.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His lips were upon me in an instant.
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mikithemaker · 3 months
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“You know Archaic Latin?”
“I got bored of classical Latin.”
Lydia Martin - Character 2 of Teen wolf lineup
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The dark spot
Boyd & Theo & Malia (~1300 words, gen) Written for @teenwolfrarepairevents March Character of the Month: Vernon Boyd
"You know, my sister loved M&Ms. She used to hide them from me like the greedy little rat that she was."
"I don't care."
Maybe Theo's anecdote wasn't specifically aimed at him, but it was a bit over the top for everyone to suddenly fall silent. He had stated what most of them had been thinking anyway, and Malia and Stiles sure seemed amused by his blunt remark. The two had questioned Theo's invitation to their regular pack nights as much as Boyd did, and it was about time that somebody had said something.
"I wasn't talking to you," Theo dismissed him with months' worth of practice, nothing but a cursory glance spared in Boyd's way. The chimera would have resumed his conversation with Liam (who was protectively cradling the bag of candy) had Boyd been able to ignore all the pent-up rage that was leaking abruptly through the years-old cracks.
"I don't care. We can all hear you talk about your sister like you have no respect for her memory," Boyd lashed out, tone cold and measured, "You don't have the right to mention her. You killed her."
There was a collective head turn towards Theo's way to gauge his reaction, and although the tension was foreboding in the room, the answer came sooner than Scott could interject.
"Excuse me, I haven't noticed you were the dumb one in the pack," Theo sneered with a fake, malicious smile, "If you haven't noticed, that's exactly why I do it, genius. It's called a reminder. I do it so I won't forget that I'm the reason why she's not sitting here, right now, with us."
It was an unexpected confession, hidden under layers of mockery, anger and condescension, and much like the others, Boyd couldn't formulate a response to that. Liam quickly changed the topic, but the distraction couldn't erase Theo's words from his mind, and the echo of his bitter honesty sat with Boyd for days.
***
Theo reasonably gave him the side eye when Boyd volunteered to stand guard with him. The rest of the pack was less than thrilled, too, but Boyd couldn't join their infiltration for fear of being recognized by the hunters who had previously kidnapped him, so in the wake of a brief deliberation, the pair was eventually left outside to warn of any arriving back-up.
"I know you just want to keep an eye on me," Theo turned to him as soon as the others were inside.
Boyd didn't reply but that was in itself a confirmation.
"Silent treatment, my sister was a master of it."
"How is it so easy for you?" Boyd asked, judgment and envy audible in his puzzlement.
"It's not," The chimera said flatly, and then tore his eyes away to scan their surroundings for any suspicious shadows or sounds.
The majority of the hunters were supposed to be at the cover-up peace negotiation with Scott, but you can never be too careful, especially when dealing with the brain-washed followers of a cult so well-established.
"My sister disappeared 8 years ago," Boyd admitted surly, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he added: "It was my fault."
Theo stared at his side profile, stunned and calculating. He probably couldn't place Boyd's seemingly unbidden need to share something so personal with him of all people.
"We were ice skating when I lost sight of her."
"That's not the same," Theo barked, a tinge of irritation seeping into the harsh words.
"I know." Boyd didn't want to admit that the difference between them made him feel just a tad bit better about himself, but he had a hunch that Theo could read it on his face anyway. "But I'm the reason she isn't here today."
Theo wisely digested that information without a peep and only voiced his thoughts once his eyes were making another round over their vicinity.
"You were just a kid."
"So were you," Boyd pointed out, the similarity hard-hitting and not easy to swallow. 
Theo didn't have a comeback to that, but thankfully, they soon saw the others approach with a dozen newly freed werecreatures in tow.
***
"What are you doing?! Boyd! BOYD!"
Malia's shout fell on deaf ears as he ran back into the crossfire where Theo had taken a bullet for him and was now lying against a tree, waiting to be found by a ragtag group of hunters. As soon as he had a hold of the chimera, Boyd tossed a grunting Theo over his shoulder and carried him to where Malia was still sitting in the car and screaming at them to hurry.
She hadn't taken off.
They drove straight to the animal clinic, and when Theo was properly knocked out by the pain that accompanied the healing process, Malia cornered him outside with one simple question.
"Why?"
Boyd shrugged, his reticent attitude not pacifying Malia in the slightest.
"We all could have died."
"We're pack," Boyd countered, but his statement lacked belief. He opted for a stronger argument then: the truth. "And I won't be responsible for the loss of another person, even if it's someone like Theo. I don't want that blood on my hand."
Malia's eyes glazed over in response as if she had temporarily drifted away from the present. They weren't as close as to discuss family history, but everyone was aware of Malia's story in their friend group and it didn't take much guessing to know which moment Malia was currently reliving in her head. Boyd perfectly understood the loneliness of guilt because despite having had his parents at his side, they didn't like talking about Alicia, and the beta wasn't keen on opening that particular wound for Derek. 
And anyway, it wasn't like Boyd couldn't feel his parents' rightful rage whenever they remembered that they used to have two children instead of one.
"You had a sister, too," Malia spoke after a short while.
"She disappeared." 
The word had become a lifeline to him over the years - the faintest ember of hope. Disappeared.
"You're not like Theo," Malia told him then because she was clever enough to make the connection between fear and action. She also made another observation - one that Boyd had been expecting. "You're not like me, either."
"You didn't want your sister dead. Unlike him," Boyd emphasized, even though his words could never truly lift the weight off her heart. He knew that from experience.
"Doesn't make me any less guilty."
They both looked in the direction of the door where Scott's face appeared, informing them that Theo was fully healed and awake now (and probably checking on them), before slipping back inside.
"We need this pack," Boyd stated once it was just the two of them, and understood only in that moment the importance of forgiveness, "Otherwise, we have to survive on our own. And I'm not gonna be alone again."
***
Theo threw a pile of documents onto the table just as the others began to filter out of the loft.
"What is this?" Boyd asked, his voice steady even while his stomach clenched upon reading the name at the front.
"Stiles got us the police reports. It's a start."
"We're gonna find out what happened to your sister," Malia explained, and Boyd thought it strange to see her stand beside Theo without her claws at his neck, but then considered that maybe Malia didn't want to be alone either.
"We?"
"The three of us," Theo clarified with the subtlest uncertainty.
"She's probably dead."
"Look, Boyd. I know what it's like when you can't put her memory to rest," Malia confessed, arms defensively crossed in front of her chest but her eyes open and eager all the same. "So even if she is, wouldn't it be better to know for sure?"
Boyd looked at Theo, realized that the other boy was most likely doing this for his own peace of mind, and found that it didn't really matter. They all had this dark spot on the crumpled papers of their past, and maybe, with a bit of luck, they could turn a fresh page.
Together.
"Alright. Who's driving?"
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cosmiccookiekid · 5 months
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GUYS GUYS LOOK LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT MY SON HE'S REAL
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this is an oc i haven't introduced yet his name is Oliver he's a wolf and normally he wears clothes but i don't have the time or patience to model him any i love him :D
this is only a test print however the final product will have a different pose and be a lot cleaner :)
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