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inlovewhithafairytale · 1 year

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First time you ever listen to me.

So this is an imagine that I wrote at 1am and I feel is not good at all. But here it is.

Warning: there are mentions of drowning

Yn was stiles stilinskis adopted sister. Being 2 years younger than him made stiles want to protect her from everything that had started to happen in their life's.

Yn was adopted by the stilinski family when she was 4, having been abandoned in a random house she had been brought to the sheriff's station. That day the sheriff's son was there and took a liking to the sweet shy 4 year old. The sheriff and his wife had always wanted to have more kids but couldn't so when Claudia met the little girl who had dark brown eyes and a sweet smile she completely fell in love with her and begged along with stiles to the sheriff to keep the girl.

So that's how you stilinski began her life, she was a smart kid who always had a smile on her pretty little face, but she always liked to be with her big brother no matter what, and stiles liking to have her around at all times placidly complied. When stile and yn met Scott they became inseparable and it was usual to see the two bigger boys and a young girl playing together.

Yn was close to her adoptive mother so when she became sick, and had to stay in the hospital it became normal to all the nurses and doctors to see brunett little girl with a small bouquet of flowers walking toward the room A13

When Claudia died when Yn was 8 she grieved the loss of her mother so bad that the sheriff got worried about the girl who refused to eat and sometimes stayed sitting staring at a wall, her mind somewhere else. Since then Yn became even closer to Stiles and every night she would go to his room holding Mr.bear and climb up to his side.

Years went by and Yn had a pretty normal life till her dear brother decided to go search for a dead body in the woods. That nightt was the time Yn's life would change for ever from that day on she had been included into her best friend's mayhem. Him becoming a werewolf, werewolf hunters, Derek. And the most recent supernatural creature. Kanima. Except they didn't know it was a kanima then.

Yn had been included in the plan to get the bestiary, which they had all formed to see what was the creature who had been lately roaming the streets of beacon hills. The plan didn't really go as expected and yn found herself by the swimming pools.

She had heard voices and went to see who was there. She came into the room just in time to see stiles and Derek go under the water, she went to help them, but her path was intercepted when a horrendous creature in all fours and a tail, pretty much like a lizard. She screamd and ran the other way. She though she could get out of there safely when she heard a snap and felt something slice slightly the back of her neck, right when she was beside the diving pool.

Yn felt her limbs go numb and she fell into the water.

Stiles had just resurfaced. When he though he heard a scream but he couldn't have actually heard it while holding a splashing and very much useless Derek up

"Did you hear that?" Stiles asked Derek whilst holding him up, which became more complicated by the minute.

" couldn't have heard anything while I was bellow the water" he gruffly answered.

Well you're not the one holding us both up"

Derek just grunted in reply when he saw the Kanima wasn't near their pool.

"Where's the lizard?" He asked trying to turn around.

"It was right ther- what's it doing near the diving pool?" Stiles started cutting himself out as he saw the lizard like creature looking into the water one pool away

"You can't expect me to answer that do you?" Replied a very annoyed Derek spitting water our of his mouth.

While stiles and Derek were complaining, Yn was fighting against her own body to get to the surface. She felt her lungs where going to explode as she begged her body to function, but she had kanima venom in her system and it wouldn't wear off in a while. She tried to think, to scream for help knowing that Stiles would come and get her. But the only thing that got out of her mouth were boubles as she sank further in. She felt her head go dizzy at the lack of oxygen. But she refused to open her mouth till the very last moment. She felt herself grow tired as she felt he lungs would collapse, and she let the water in. After a while she didn't feel anything. She fought against the darkness that tried to consume her. She though about her family, her new friends, of her future life. And for a while, it helped her fight. But she soon realized none one was coming to save her. That maybe it was for the better altogether, she'd miss her family. But it was for the better. It was all for the better. And then she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.

Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the water and into the ground. He grunted as he hit the floor and he heard derek grunt as well as he fell beside him. Stiles looked up at Scott " thank God, I was wondering when you'd come!"

His best friend gave him a small smile down at him.

" it was a kanima, " Derek said" that's why it turned around when it saw its reflection"

"Where did you leave Yn?" Asked stiles sitting up.

" what do you mean? I left her here with you?" Scott replied furrowing his eyebrows at the boy

"No Scott she left with you." Stiles started to get worried

"Stiles when I leaved I left her here"

"Stiles didn't you say you heard something?" Derek asked him stiffly sitting up

"Yes, I thought I heard a-"Stiles cutting himself up when the truth hit him "oh my God" he quickly lifted himself in his feet and ran toward the diving pool" God please don't let her be in the pool" he quietly muttered to himself.

Scott had quickly followed him helping Derek up.

But surly stiles saw at the bottom the frame of a body. He didn't think twice abou diving in. He quickly took the small frame in his arms and swam back up.

He pulled Yn's body out. Scott looked down at the girl and saw that her lips where blue and her face deadly pale.

Stiles saw it to but he denied the truth, he gently shook Yns body

"Yn common wake up" he said" please don't live me, Yn please common baby wake up" he gently slapped her face but nothing, stiles felt fear gripp him" no, no no no, common Yn, you need to wake up".

Scott was already on the phone calling an ambulance and Derek, being the adult of the group, he quickly took stiles arm." Start doing Cpr"

Stiles could vaguely remember how he started pounding aging Yn chest"one,two, three..." and giving her mouth to mouth. He didn't remember how the tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to bring back to life his little sister.

He started sobbing when he saw she wasn't answering any of his pleads for her to fight. He hit her chest when a gentle cough came from the girls blue lips as the ambulances sirens was heard in the distance.

His eyes widened and he looked back to Scott who had been o the phone whith his mom and giving stiles directions on how to keep doing the CPR properly. " mom she coughed"

" her heartbeat's slow" derek told him and in that moment the paramedics burst through the pool room and to Yns side.

Stiles didn't remember how he ended up in the ambulance in the way to the hospita, holding yn-s cold hand in his. Or how his dad had to hold him from going in with the paramedics while they took Yn to a room to try and bring her back because her heart had stopped again.

Stiles sobbed into his dad's shoulder, dripping wet as he was " it'll be all right Stiles" his dad tried to comfort him when the truth was he was as scared as his son, that they would lose Yn.

Scott was whith them in the waiting room with his mom ad well as Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek, who had arrivquickly after Scott's mom called them. They were all extremely worried for the girl that had brought so much happiness into their life's with her shy way, the way she smiled and the way she was always there for people when they needed someone.

Aftera few minutes the doctor came out with sober look in his face. " we're sorry but Yn haven't survived." Everyone in the waiting room gasped at the words, everyone's eyes watered at the though that such a young life would be ended so unexpectedly. Stiles looked up tears falling from his eyes.

" Can I see her?" He asked quietly as he cleaned his cheeks from tears only for new ones to take place.

The doctor nodded and stiles went into the room where his sister laid motionless. He chocked a sob put as he looked at the once face that was so full of life a few hours ago.

"Why did you leave?" He whispered to her." Please fight, Yn I need you, please, you can't go. Don't live me like mom did."

Stiles took her hand in his and gently squeezed it as he cleaned his face with the sleeve of his shirt, only to realize he was still wet form half hour ago.

Then out of nowhere a gasp came from Yns lips and she shot up from where she laid . Stiles jumped away from her in surprise and the doctor and his dad rushed to the door of the room to see what was happening.

"Yn?" Siles whispered to his supposed dead sister.

When Yn turned to him stiles saw that her eyes were glowing violet but quickly faded to their natura brown color when she saw him.

"Stiles" she gasped out before stiles tackled her in a hug holding her close.

" I thought you were dead" he said against her damp hair.

"I heard you telling me to fight"

" well first time you ever listen to anything I say" he muttered holding her tighter against him.

So part 2? This took me so long to write. Hope you guys like it

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obriengf · 29 days

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24 Minutes || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You find Stiles hiding away after the burial of his mother. Words: 1.6k Warnings: sadness, mentions of death, mentions of graves, mentions of loss Notes: this was sad to write! also these babies are now 9 years old, growing up fast!

part two of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

The sky was grey; a murky tone that cast a shadowy blanket over a small town, a quintessential backdrop to a ceremony that held sadness and loss. It was the depth of angst that settled within hearts, pulling and tearing until a hole was formed and left unfilled. There was one less mother, wife, daughter, friend in the world and it was felt tenfold by every single person that surrounded her wooden casket. The rain had held off but it didn't make the circumstances any more fortunate - the sombre air only further strangulating the grieving weeps of townsfolk, the thick tension gathering within Beacon Hill's cemetery with such magnetic force. Today... was an incredibly sad day. It was hard to watch as your friend stared at his dress shoes, inadvertently accepting the sombre apologies from friends and family that were projected toward him and his father. He was usually a loud kid, full of energy and excitement and mischief - never able to settle down or lose his smile. From the day you first met him, Stiles Stilinski was the epitome of sunshine, but the decline of his mother's health brought out a gloominess in him that hurt your young heart nearly as much as it did his own. His hands were tucked behind his back, but you knew he was fiddling with his fingers - a way to express the anxious energy that was constantly building within him. The past few months had been extremely tough on the young boy, but today was the worst by far, and it was written so painfully across his permanent frown and puffy red eyes. You stood to the side beside your parents as they made small talk with others from around town, their voices drowning out as you kept your focus on Stiles and the immense sympathy you were holding for him. You desired to talk to him, to comfort him, hold his hand and be a shoulder to cry on - something that children your age should never have to worry about feeling, and yet, your chest squeezed with the inclination to do just that.

The ceremony was dismal, but the melancholy somehow was much stronger as you all gathered downstairs of the Stilinski residence - bodies clad in black moving slowly, sadly, as stories were shared and memories reminisced. It didn't feel right to be in this house with the absence of smiles and laughter from the family you grew so close to; the ones who you treated like an extension of your own tree, with as much love and trust that you had for your parents.

You were standing to the side as Scott McCall nudged your shoulder, his frame just slightly taller than yours. It had only taken six months of daily measuring until he finally passed that threshold - but he wasn't gloating about it today. The boy instead offered a smile of complete sorrow, a commiserative gesture, the only thing you two could muster despite the circumstances. He was the type to comfort anyone who needed it due to testing trials of his own and the demons that he still didn't understand clearly. A story of which you weren't aware of yet.

"Has anybody seen my son?" Noah's voice croaked, the hoarseness evident from hours of grieving. The crowd in the living room declined, quickly followed by the guests filtered into the kitchen. He looked worried as sudden urgency grappled at his features, an anxious act that was mirrored so easily when it came to Stiles' turn to express such emotion. Stiles was Noah's reminder of Claudia Stilinski - a physical being with her eyes and freckled complexion - and with that loss, he turned to panic.

Your hand was gentle as it grabbed Scott's wrist, careful not to tug too hard as you ushered him to follow you across the room. Noah Stilinski was a second father to you, and you hated the idea of your family hurting. You stopped abruptly in front of him, Scott nearly bumping into your back as he gathered composure, your eyes wide as you peered up. "We can find him, Mr Stilinski."

"Please, that would... I would really appreciate it, kids." Noah's left hand settled on your shoulder, as his right sat upon Scott's. He knew that if anybody could locate his son, it would be his two best friends.

You turned to Scott, pushing back every inclination to poke fun at his missing front tooth, before you nodded your head toward him, "Okay, Scotty. Where should we start?"

Twenty minutes had already passed by the time you peered down to your watch - red and blue pictures staring back at you, a Spiderman-themed timekeeper courtesy of Stiles for your eighth birthday. Stiles was still missing and you were running out of hiding places.

You huffed, frustrated at your inability to find him, and it prompted Scott to turn around with consoling eyes, "We'll find him, Y/N. Promise." A tight-lipped smile was all you could reply with before Scott hummed, his gaze flicking around the room in thought. You could've sworn you saw a lightbulb go off as an idea struck his young mind, that gap-tooth smile making another appearance, "Okay, how about we split up? I'll go outside and you can check some more upstairs!"

It was a good plan, you thought, despite already ducking your heads into the upstairs bathroom and Stiles' bedroom without any success. You wondered if Scott was trying to distract you, to buy some time as he tried to think of something better - but you complied regardless, not wanting to give up on looking for your friend. Especially after the weighted events of today.

Your little steps made the boards creak as you ascended the staircase, any further moves stopped as you ended up standing aimlessly in the landing. Stiles wouldn't have ventured far, he wasn't that type of kid, choosing to instead make new places out of the ones he already knew - and it reminded you of all the times you couldn't find him during Hide and Seek. Your friend was as creative as he was mischievous and it made such a simple game into an absolute challenge.

It wasn't until you remembered the one place you actually found him, before any of this creativity of his fell into serious play. It was obvious the more you thought about it and suddenly, a smile tugged up between your cheeks at the possibility that you knew where Stiles would be.

The hinges of his bedroom door carried a long squeak as you gently pushed it open, the echo loud as it bounced around the room. It didn't look any different to when you and Scott were here earlier, your watch now indicating that it had been twenty-four minutes since you declared your search party mission to Noah Stilinski. It was dull at first - the sorrowful sound of a cry, a sniffle to interrupt the heartache of a young boy. You hadn't noticed it before but now you found it hard not to. You followed it slowly as if any quick movements would set him off, and it led you to where you wanted to be.

"Stiles?" Your voice was tender and quiet, an alert to let him know that you had finally found him. Your friend sniffled in reply and your smile quickly dropped to a worried frown. You stared at the closet before opening the door - light filtering inside before highlighting the cowered figure of Stiles in the corner.

His knees dragged to his chest as arms locked around them, face buried except for the big glassy brown eyes you knew too well. He was heavily distraught and your heart ached dearly for him. You cooed before walking in beside him and taking a seat, your arms brushing as a form of comfort. Legs were crossed in front of you as your hands settled in your lap, gaze now trained on the boy as he had yet to look away from you.

"We've been looking for you." You spoke, head tilting only slightly to better see his face.

Stiles took a shaky breath as arms dragged over his eyes, an attempt to wipe away the trail of tears that had been nursing him in your absence. His voice was scratchy and fractured, "There were too many people... and they kept saying sorry, a-and it was too much."

"I know." Your arm reached out for him as it sat idly on his shoulder, trying to soothe his sobs. Stiles' head leaned against it swiftly as a form of comfort. "We can stay up here a little longer if ya want?"

He sat up straight; eyes widened as honey-glazed hues stared back at you, doe-like and sparked with hope. He was glad that you didn't try to force him back downstairs. "D'ya mean it?"

"Of course." Arms were held wide toward Stiles, an offering for him to fall into them before you enclosed them tightly around his frame. The embrace was sweet, and soon regarded as necessary as Stiles began to cry into your shoulder. He was tired of it all.

His voice was muffled, but you could still make out his words as the boy pressed further into you. "She's really gone, Y/N. Mom's gone." Your hands moved in circles over his jacket as he continued to cry, something your parents would do when you were upset to make you feel better. And as you did, Stiles' hands grasped the fabric at the back of your dress and pulled you against his chest - the mere thought of letting you go scaring him into thinking he'd lose you too.

Your features were scrunched as your brows furrowed and lips downturned. If made you coo, a soft hum, shushing delicately into the young boy's ear, "She is, Stiles. But I'll help you get through it. I'll always be here for you."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fic #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf x you #twentyfour series #twentyfour obriengf

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jade-bright · 2 months

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One day or Day one, am I right?

Okay, so god knows the amount of ideas I have for a few of the fandoms I hold close to my heart. The main one as of right now being Teen Wolf.

So here's a list of ideas I had written down or just in my mind for a long while :P (BTWs, a few of these I honestly don't remember my thought process for them, even tho I included a bit of context for myself in my notes)

Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips /// Childhood Friends/Sweethearts AU [Sterek Animatic]

a lil montage thing of them growing up together, or something

Friends on the Other Side (Mash Up) - Thomas Sanders & Friends /// Kind of a mafia vibe w/ Spark Stiles [Pack Animatic]

- Stiles = Dr. Facilier - Isaac = Oogie Boogie Man - Others (couldn't think of which characters would fit with which disney villain)

Backstage Romance /// [Sterek Animatic]

- Some sort of ceremony, maybe? With how sexual the music video or whatever is, the idea is lowkey a mating ceremony...in dance??? Like obviously not sex, it was idea of the ceremony was going to be more them exchanging the mating bites - Derek (the male role/voice) goes first in kind of seducing (dancing around) Stiles, then Stiles (the lady) would have his turn, and then both of them kind of seducing each other, aka dance together and are abt to bite each other - Interrupted by hunters??? Or separated by their respective family / friends - Flashback to b4 b4 the ceremony or when they were kids @ the "some of them want to use you," which in the flashback it'd be both their parents warning them about, well, people wanting to use them because they're a spark and a werewolf >>> then back to the ceremony - But it is a whole ass dance like in the BGT video performance

Lover boy X Killer Queen /// I had three separate, but ultimately similar ideas for this one [Sterek Animatic (more tiktok formish)]

1. >>> Stiles talking abt Derek (Loverboy) / Derek talking abt Stiles (Killer Queen) <<< These are interchangable, like the songs could be either one of them 2. Derek describing himself to Eli / Stiles describing Derek to Eli 3. How Sterek acts like "now," (ignoring the movie) they're married and openly show that they love each other / How they used to act before, so like maybe Season 1-2 ish (?)

Inspo from reading title "Wolves who cried boy" - 3 ideas that kind of combined and became a 5 + 1 idea [Sterek Fic]

1. Stiles isn't known by the pack yet. So when the 5 pups (I think I included Jackson???) spot him in different areas around Beacon Hills, they all go to Derek or call him to come over. But Stiles is always gone by then, including his scent. 2. A *Stiles and Derek are around the same age,* where Derek keeps finding Stiles in the forest/preserve and his family never believes him or something 3. The '5' being idea #1 and idea #2 as like a flashback for the 5th one, and the '+1' being when Stiles finally showing up to the pack house by himself or w/ Derek

Mandalorian!Derek and Jedi!Stiles /// Star Wars AU [Sterek]

Only notes I have for this idea is, use "We're (a little bit) in love" as reference(-ish). Which I'm assuming is a fic I read, but I read so many damn fics I don't know which one this is. And my second note, Pack = Clan

"So what if he did? it's none of your dang business kid. My mom, there's no-one else quite like my mom" /// Art edit/animatic idea [Stilinski, Hale or Sterek Family (centric-ish)]

1. Eli -> Stiles -> Claudia 2. Eli -> Stiles -> John/Noah 3. Eli -> Derek -> Talia Thought process: - Claudia had a past w/causing trouble or slightly disrespecting the officers if she was questioned - The Sheriff and Stiles are both badasses in finding evidence/proving ppl wrong - The Hales would obviously be pissed at being chained/tied down and most likely bamfs when getting out of it :D

#sterek #eternal sterek #stiles x derek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfiction #fanfic #fan animatic #fanart #ideas #fic ideas #teen wolf

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harringtonstilinski · 10 months

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Agh I love Mitch Stilinski 😩 can I request a blurb where the reader and stiles are twins and Mitch is the overprotective brother who Aldo subtly loves to annoy his younger siblings?

i hope this meets your expectations!!!

CHARACTERS: mitch stilinski x stilinski!twin reader WORD COUNT: 486 WARNINGS: fluff, mitch being a butt

~~~

“stop… please stop… stiles, fucking quit!” you said, smacking his hand away from your ear. “Stop giving my wet willies.”

“but it’s fun,” he said.

“need i remind you who’s older–”

“by five minutes, yeah yeah.”

“hey, twinadoes. calm the fuck down,” mitch said.

you and stiles were twins, you older by five minutes. Mitch was your older brother by 18 months. he was very overprotective of the two of you, especially after your mom died when you and stiles were ten years old, mitch almost twelve.

the one thing he couldn’t stop doing, though, was annoying the shit out of the two of you, whether it was giving the two of you wet willies, mimicking the two of you, taking your toys and holding them straight up since his growth spurt hit when he was fourteen, or even doing the whole ‘i’m not touching you’ thing.

mitch loved the two of you, calling you both his babies since the day you and stiles were born. claudia, your mother, thought it was cute, as did your father, noah.

“stiles, stop it!” you said, turning to face him.

“i didn��t do anything!” he exclaimed.

“alright, twins! quit your fighting,” noah said, stepping into the living room. he sighed, “what’s going on now?”

“stiles won’t stop giving me wet willies,” you whined.

“i’m not doing it anymore!” stiles said. “i swear!”

noah looked at mitch, who was trying to hold back a snicker. “mitch, quit annoying your brother and sister.”

before he could reply, a knock sounded at the door. you got up and quickly made your way to the door, grabbing your bag off the hook.

“and where do you think you’re going?” mitch asked, standing behind you. noah made his way over to the door, as well, wanting to see who was at the door.

“i’m going out,” you said, looking into your bag for your keys. “don’t wait up, mitch.”

“no, who are you going out with?” he asked, crossing.

“jesus h., mitch! you’re not dad!”

“i’m just curious,” he said.

“now, wait a second,” noah said. “y/n/n, who are you going out with?”

sighing, you shook your head to get your hair from in front of your face. “isaac.”

“isaac lahey?” stiles asked. “no, no way.”

you opened the door to reveal said boy standing awkwardly on the outside of the door. “yes, stiles, it’s isaac lahey. now can i go?”

noah stepped forward, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “have fun. lahey, have her back by 10.”

“yes, sir,” isaac replied, smiling when your eyes met.

“9:45,” mitch said.

sighing, you walked out of the door, saying your apologies for your older brother.

you didn’t make it far down the driveway before you heard popping noises that made you jump and scream. once you realized that it was just snaps from the firework store, you growled and screamed, “mitch!!!!”

~~~

Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24 @stixnstripesworld @fandom-princess-forevermore @quanticobae @mischiefandi @kellysashcroft @lauren-novak

#answered #anon #requests #mitch stilinski x reader #stilinski!twins reader #mitch x reader #dylan o'brien x reader

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 11 months

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Omega Hale

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47828812

by BURN_THEWITCH0299

Desde que se enteró que es un Omega la vida de Stiles solo tenía como objetivo casarse con el alfa Derek Hale pero si este le es infiel ¿Que más le queda por hacer?

# Historia corta # Peter x Stiles (Steter)

Words: 6211, Chapters: 4/4, Language: Español

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf), Omega, Alfa Derek hale/Omega Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Paige

Additional Tags: Alpha Peter Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Talia Hale & Claudia Stilinski Friendship, Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah (Teen Wolf)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47828812

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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voidstilesplease · 3 years

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Steo + Tangled AU?? I just- LOOK AT THIS

#steo #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #i need a mood board #and a ficlet or something #look Claudia was so sick because of her magic that she couldn't bear a child #so Noah searched Beacon Hills up and down for a cure with the help of other mages like Morrell and Deaton #they found a way to get powers from the Nemeton to cure Claudia #when she was healed the power then went to the baby she bore #Stiles was born a mage with an extraordinary gift from the Nemeton #the Nemeton then died after transferring its spark to Stiles #unbeknownst to them Jennifer the evil mage had already been using the Nemeton's powers to keep her youth and beautiful face #so she stole Stiles from his cradle and became his mother Gothel 😂#there's no involvement of towers and magical LONG ASS hairs but theo waltzes in years later in time for stiles' 18th birthday #and helps stiles have the best birthday he's ever had #etc. etc.#in short: I AM OBSESSED AGAIN

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fuckthesworld · 4 years

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CLAIM ( STILES x THOMAS x READER )

Summary: An Alpha seems to think that it’s alright to try to mate the Reader…They seemed to forget that she belonged to the Stilinski. Stiles and Thomas intend to remedy that.

Hey, sexy!” One of the new alphas call out in excitement at the sight of the Pack Omega. Y/N rolls her eyes and continues her work, ignoring the laughter from said alpha and his friends. It was clear that they didn’t have anything better to do. “Come over here and sit on Master’s lap!”

“Yeah, come on!” Another calls.

“C’mere baby, I wanna see what those lips look like around my knot!” The entire group explodes into laughter after hearing one particular alpha say that, but Y/N just rolls her eyes again and begins to scrub at a stubborn spot on the kitchen counter. She hears the Bar door creak open and smells her alphas’ scent spreading through the building as they make their way to her. She can also hear their quick steps echoing down the halls sounding louder and louder as they approach the kitchen.

Her alphas, Stiles and Thomas Stilinski had gone for the pack meeting and hadn’t been able to come back in. Usually around this time of the season they’d all go into their shared bedroom for when their ruts and heat aligned, but because of all of the new arrivals, this was virtually impossible recently.

The alphas semi-harassing her back off as they catch the larger duo’s scents. Stiles and Thomas enter the kitchen with tired but happy grins on their faces as they walk up and scent their omega. Multiple partners in mating bonds weren’t uncommon, including those with had more than one sibling in it.

They both step close to either side of her, nuzzling her and showing blatant affection. Y/N purrs as they lavish her with attention, her chore of cleaning the bar forgotten.

One moment Y/N was wiping down the table and the next she’s suddenly pinned against the Table with two hundred pounds of alpha muscle pressed against her back. A large hand squeezes the juncture of her waist and hip tightly, painfully, and she tries to twist out its grip only to hurt herself more. She hears the alpha holding her inhale deeply.

“Mmm….”

“Ugh-What?! What the hell are you doing?!” She screeches. “Let me go!”

“Shut up!” The alpha snarls. “You want this, walking around in those tight-ass blue jean short and those tiny tops…Fuck, can you feel how hard I am? This is all for you.”

“Let me go!” Y/N snaps. His hands begin to roam, causing panic to fill her. In response, she begins to shriek. “Sti! Tommy!”

“They’re busy, they can’t hear you.” The alpha murmurs into her ear. “They wouldn’t help anyway. They like to share you between themselves so much-who are they to tell me I can’t-“

Y/N takes in a deep breath before finally screaming out one word that echoes through the Bar:

“ALPHA!”

Several pairs of footsteps echo towards them in response, different alphas instinctively responding to the fearful cry for help.

“What the fuck?!” Comes a loud snarl, equally loud and aggressive growling following it. The alpha pinning Y/N stomach down and ass up jerks his head in its direction.

Thomas was the one who had snarled and Stiles was holding a book and growling. Apparently they’d found a word that neither of them knew the definition for and Stiles laptop was charging because it was dead, so they went to find their mate (who was an English major). They heard her scream mid-approach and had broken into a furious run. The scene they found most definitely didn’t please them.

“Let her go.” Thomas growls. The alpha does as told and Y/N zips over to them. Stiles hands her the heavy heavy book and pushes her behind them both, his tough much more gentle than it would be when he got his hands on the other alpha. Thomas stalks away and out of sight while Stiles turns back around to face the offending male, eyes dark and angry.

Thomas fist slamming into the side of his face and feels his tailbone ache as his ass slams onto the ground from where he’d knocked him down. He looks up at him, eyes murderous and pushes himself up before swinging at the pack alpha as hard as he can, not caring that he was above him in presentation. It connects with his ribs and winds him, but as he recovers Stiles jumps the random alpha and beats him straight in the nose with his bat. He’s slightly satisfied by the crack he hears and feels and the feeling of blood staining his bat.

Within a few minutes the offending alpha was keening in pain from the floor where the brothers had beaten him to a bloody pulp. No one moved to help him in the slightest and Y/N quietly calling her alphas to her side.

In less than ten seconds the three had disappeared down the hallway. Thomas picks up his omega and carries her through the halls, her legs locked around his hips and her arms looped round his neck. One of his hands held her up by her ass. Stiles follows, glancing warily around them.

They enter their bedroom and Thomas gently sets her smaller form down on the bed. He kisses the top of her head affectionately. He pulls away slowly.

“Stay there, baby, and don’t move.” Thomas growls. Y/N shivers in excitement.

Y/N suddenly felt her older alpha’s lips tracing their down the skin of her neck, over and around her breasts, and down towards her pussy. Y/N could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the minute. She moaned loudly as she did it again and again, lapping hungrily at the omega’s pussy. Stiles darkened eyes watched the currently mating pair with a deeply hungry look.

Out of nowhere, he strolled forward and captured his omega’s gasping lips with his, kissing her deeply and desperately.

“Ours.” He growls. “Ours.”

“Yours!” She moans. She reaches a hand up and buried it in his hair only for him to pull it out and take her by the wrists. He pulls her so she’s laying horizontally across the bed with her head hanging over the side perfectly aligned with his crotch. He quickly unzips his pants and kicks both them and his underwear into a far corner. Thomas, annoyed by their omega’s movement, gets himself comfortable between Y/N’s legs again and starts tonguing her pussy. When she gasps from the feeling of her alpha’s tongue rolling around deep inside her, Stiles takes the chance to shove his cock in her mouth.

Y/N almost shrieked when she felt Thomas tongue stroke her clit, and Stiles groaned at the way her throat vibrates around his cock. Bracing himself on the bed, he begins to furiously fuck her throat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He grunt. “‘babygirl”

She chokes a little around his dick, but she’s used to being used this way, so it isn’t that much of an issue-not that they used her and threw her away, no! She just liked it really, really rough. He groans as slowly but surely he gets closer and closer while Thomas continues sucking Y/N’s clit and lavishing her pussy with affection like his life depended on it. Her back arched and she screamed. Ignoring this, Thomas kept sucking, the suction behind it getting stronger and stronger. Y/N’s breathing had quickened and she was moaning her alphas’ names like a bitch in heat. Her orgasm was slowly building until Thomas gave her one final lick and she just lost it. She screamed again, sending vibrations that were so strong down Stiles cock that he had to pull it from her throat. Her legs clamped tightly around Thomas head, her fingernails scratching his scalp as she grabbed at him due to him continuing to lick her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Alpha! Please!” She begs, not exactly sure what she was begging for.

Once she’s calmed down, she discovers that Thomas withdrawn and is furiously walking around their room. Stiles is sitting in the chair across the room. She stands and walks over to stand beside him despite her weak legs.

“Hmm…C’mere, babygirl.” Stiles purrs. He pulls her onto his naked lap as Thomas growls and paces around outside. Y/N can tell that he’s still completely pissed despite their foreplay, and to distract her Stiles picks her up and sits her down carefully onto his hard length. She gasps excitedly as he slowly eases her down his long, thick cock. Once she’s taken all of it, he carefully begins to thrust up into her.

“Fuck, Sti-!” She exclaims. “More!”

He sped up the repeated thrusts of his hips, nipping desperately at Y/N’s neck and pulling her body closer to him with one arm around her waist. He stands from the chair, bouncing her repeatedly onto his cock as he carried her to the bed. He pulled her from his cock and bent her over the bed, holding her close with one arm looped under her stomach. Y/N groans as he buries his cock so deep inside that she knew if she rubbed her tummy she’d feel the head bulging up through the skin. Y/N whines as she feels another orgasm slowly build up. Sti’s breathing quickened and Y/N immediately knew his release would be soon. He somehow managed to bury his cock even deeper and Y/N screamed his name as her climax rippled through her. He roars as he forces his newly-swollen knot into her and his own orgasm paints the inside of her pussy with his cum. She collapses against her second alpha, but before she can relax she’s being tugged off of Stiles soft cock and presses against the wall.

Thomas hard length is buried into her snatch before she can let out another moan;

Y/N vaguely wonders if Noah is awake and can hear anything as she was being fucked hard against the bedroom door.

“You are ours!” Thomas snarls, slamming his cock into her cunt repeatedly. She moans and scratches at the doorframe. Within a minute his knot is catching on her cunt and he’s shoving it inside, adding his cum to that of his brother’s. Her stomach distends slightly as the amount of the mixture of their cum stretches the area it was contained by.

Twenty minutes later, the trio are laying together in a warm ball when Y/N asked her mates a question nervously.

“Y-You arent mad at me, are you?” Y/N asks quietly. Her alphas roll around in bed, wanting to look at her square on.

“Why on earth would we be mad at you, babygirl?” Stiles asks, confused. Thomas nods.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, he was touching me-“

“Did you ask him to?” Thomas asks. Y/N pauses, then shakes her head. He shoots her a soft smile. “Then you don’t have anything to worry about. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby.”

“Tommy is right, babygirl.” Sti purrs. She smiles softly, knowing that they were using their pet names for her so often because they knew how much she liked them. “Now let’s go to sleep…I think we’re all exhausted.”

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dobsdyl · 4 years

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Imagine him looking at you like that...

#dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #teen wolf stiles #stiles fanfiction #mieczyslaw stilinski #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #stilinski family feels #claudia stilinski #noah stilinski #scott mccall #stalia #malia tate #shelley hennig #stydia

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lam3ass-otaku-blog · 5 years

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Silent

The boy sits cross-legged on an enormous tree stump. His eyes closed, his back straight, just like his mother taught him. Behind his eyelids a fire flickers, and in one corner of his mind he hears anguished screams, and in the other corner, a maniacle laughter rings out. Burns boil out of his skin from his fingers up his arms to the sides of his face. He screams in a voice that's not his own and his eyes snap open.

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Stiles wakes, drenched in sweat, and exhales in relief, seeing no more burns ons his skin. He had just, again, dreamed of his most recent experience with the Nemeton. In the back of his mind, his mother's voice whispers three words:

"time to go"

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At nine o'clock that night, he hides just out of sight from the Hale house, hiding his heartbeat. It doesn't take long for his senses pick up several hostile presences and he inches a little further out of sight. A woman, blonde and beautiful, but with an ugly, filthy aura, enters the clearing with a jar. It seems she is hiding her own heartbeat as well; the boy doesn't pick up on any changes inside the house. He waits to see what would happen, although he suspects, he hopes to be proven wrong. The woman, Kate Argent, a voice in his mind provides, completes the circle of mountain ash before starting to pour gasoline.

The boy wonders why the wolves inside aren't reacting; surely they must be smelling the gasoline? He concentrates more on each individual inside, human and werewolf alike, he notes the wolfsbane along with other poisons he doesn't recognize. He assumes those are for the humans of the family, as he only knows the dangers to the supernatural, being taught the most important things first. He is still learning after all, being only eight years old.

He is startled from his thoughts by the sudden brightness and loud roar of a fire, blazing before his eyes, slowly his hearing adjusts again to the screaming, enough that he can distinguish Kate's cackling from where she watches the family burn.

Adrenaline flaring up from his anger, the boy stands. He goes unnoticed by the murderess and her group of arsonists until he stands right outside of the mountain ash circle, unharmed by the flames. He turns around to stare at the woman and confirms her nonchalance to his presence. Not expecting an eight year old to be a threat. Until he faces the flames again, takes a deep breath and holds out his hand, palm facing the flames.

The flames touch his hand as gentle as a mother to a newborn. The flames circle his hand and start to sink into his hand, traveling through his veins coursing through his body as his hand sucks all fire from the house like a vacuum.

He turns to face the group of arsonists and their leader again, the latter looking at him in fear and anger as the rest of the crew seem simply dumbstruck and disbelieving. The boy speaks, all the voices of his guiding spirits seeping into his voice:

"Katherine Argent, thou hast broken the vow of thy family to the guardians of nature, thou hast broken the code of the hunters. For this thy ill will to the protectors of these grounds, shall be thrust apon thou. And burn!"

She hadn't noticed the boy's eyes turning black, but looks up just in time to see them turn back to normal, the big amber eyes the last thing she will ever see. The boy opens his mouth and the blazing fire rushes out toward the group with vengeance. The boy watches as Kate Argent burns before he breaks the circle of mountain ash. He enters the home to find the whole family unconious except one man with frightened wide blue eyes huddled in a corner.

The boy crouches down and presses a finger to the floor and all poison and wolfsbane flies up and circles his arm like a sleeve. As the residents slowly come to, he turns to leave when a frantic voice calls out, "Wait!"

He stops, and turns to look at the man with the pretty blue eyes, he looks to be in his twenties, now that the boy pays attention to him.

"Can I at least have your name?"

The boy just smiles, waves and then he's out the door. The man stumbles outside as the boy turns again, takes a breath and blows a light breeze over and through the Hale house. All signs of fire or the hunters fade away before the man's eyes, and when he looks in the direction of the the boy, he only finds the empty clearing.

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Stiles flops down on the bed, as soon as all the guests are gone. He is 21 years old now, and a fully qualified sorcerer. He ended up staying in Beacon Hills after all. So stay at the core of his magic, the Nemeton. The stump has been his mother- and father-figure since his mom died, and his dad turned to alcohol, and since the day he stopped using his own voice. Only using his mouth for the use of magic and for spirits to speak through him. Never speaking on his own. He'd lived with his dad till he was eighteen, but the man has been oblivious to his son's existence ever since Claudia Stilinski died.

Having lived in the house (one that he'd conjured up for himself, after leaving his childhood home) alone for three years, he doesn't expect the sudden knock at his door at one o'clock on a Sunday morning. He's startled to falling out of bed and bumping his head. No one should be able to find this house without being invited. This must be either a being of authority or someone who'd obtained permission to see Stiles in person by one of Stiles' guardian spirits.

Realizing those two options as the only possible explanations, he decides this is an important matter and the runs to the front door to greet the one guilty of forcing him out of bed just as he was about to sleep.

He gasps as he opens the door to see the blue eyes that he'd recognize anywhere. Wordlessly he steps aside to let in the not-so-stranger. The man eyes him curiously before moving past him into the house. He toes off his shoes and shrugs off his coat while Stiles just stares. Only moving when the man looks at him expectantly.

Stiles is so confused, yet amazed by this man finding his home, that he doesn't realize that he's talking, rambling, actually, but his voice is a scratchy whisper none the less; he hadn't used it in thirteen years, after all.

"-and I was just ready to sleep so I apologize for my appearance but I just had a huge party against my will, courtesy of Lydia, because I'm 21 years old now and I really didn't expect to ever see you again because you weren't supposed to find me becuase it's dangerous to be the soulmate of a magic user and now I've said too much becuase you weren't supposed to know and I'm rambling because I haven't talked in so long and-"

After finally realizing he is, in fact, the source of the rambling, he claps both hands over his mouth. This is big, and with the shock of talking setting in, his breathing starts to quicken and the corners of his vision start to go black and he vaguely notices the hand on his back and the softness of the couch under him. The voice guiding him through a breathing technique sounds like they're underwater.

He doesn't know how long it takes, but he slowly comes back to himself and takes in his surroundings. He is in his living room on his couch and there's a hand rubbing big soothing circles on his back and he's looking into the pretty blue eyes again.

"Are you with me, darling?"

Stiles nods

"What did you mean when you said you hadn't talked in so long?" the man inquires

A shaky sigh. "I stopped talking when mom died, dad didn't know I even existed, he was so drunk, and I didn't attend a school, I taught myself magic and have been providing for myself since I was eight."

The man hums. "I'm Peter, by the way. Might I know your name this time?"

Stiles flushes. "Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but no one's called me that since mom, so... I'm Stiles."

"Well, Stiles, it's a true pleasure to see you again. Now, how did you come to have a party if you weren't in a school and never talked?"

Stiles shrugs. "The friends worth keeping cared enough to learn to read sign language so I could be able to communicate with them, and the group just grew, I guess."

After a surprisingly comfortable silence, Stiles remembers that he should offer a drink to his guest for hospitality and stuff, so he stumbles over his words in offering coffee, to which Peter nods with an amused smile. His expression morphs into one of surprise, when there's a steaming cup in his hand only a moment later.

He laughs "Anyway, I'm here to thank you for saving my family, and for taking care of those responsible. And I want to know if you'd allow me to get to know you, and vice versa."

Stiles smiles lightly. "I'd like that."

#Steter #Stiles #Peter hale #Stiles stilinski #Stiles x Peter #Arson #Prevented arson #Kate burns lol #Magic stiles #Bamf stiles #Since he's like 8 #Mute stiles #Absent Noah Stilinski #Dead Claudia Stilinski #Nemeton

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thedepressolit · 5 years

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Update on Wait, Who’s Back?

So, I’m currently typing up the second chapter of ‘Wait, Who’s Back?’ I recently posted a little preview of it. The preview will be up there until I have the time to finish the chapter and then I will post the actual chapter over it. If you want to check out the preview, you can find it : Here

#Teen Wolf Fanfiction #It's On Archive Of Our Own #Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Uses Of Original Character #Stiles Has A Sister #She's A Fellow Red Head #She's Also Named Claudia #But I Feel Like Chaning It In The Upcoming Chapters #My Writing Is Terrible #It'll Probably Get Better When I Post More Chapters #My AO3 Stories #Derek x Stiles #The Sheriff Is Named John #No One Can Tell Me Any Different #I Don't Accept Noah #Teen Wolf #Fanfic

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 3 years

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A dream within a dream | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Stiles has a nightmare

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word count: 0.5k

A scream of terror pulled you from your sleep. Your heart was beating fast behind your chest, startled. You quickly looked at your surroundings to understand what was going on.

Stiles.

He was awake, sitting upright on his bed, but his screams kept going. It was disturbing to watch - and frightening.

Realizing what was happening, you wrapped your arms around Stiles, trying to ground him and pull him out of his nightmare, but he was utterly inconsolable.

''Stiles! Stiles, it's okay.''

Having heard his son's screams from his bedroom, Noah scurried down the hallway and to Stiles' room, flashbacks of past nights flowing in. He had heard those familiar - and heart wrenching - screams too many times after Claudia's death.

Stiles was thrashing in your hold, his mind still caught in his dream.

''You're okay. Stiles-''

You knew about his anxiety and ADHD, but he had never mentioned nightmares.

You glanced up at his father in the doorway, but Noah didn't say anything. He just nodded, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing. It felt reassuring to know that he was there, to know that he'd tell you what to do if needed or that he'd intervene if Stiles accidently hurted you. He might be small, but fear releases a strength you never had before.

You felt him clutch onto your arm, confirming that he had come back to himself and that he was awake - fully awake.

Sheriff Stilinski let out a sigh from the doorway, relieved that it was over. He hated to see Stiles suffer through night terrors or nightmares. Parents want to help and protect their children when they are suffering, but there isn't much to do during a night terror. You feel helpless. It's the worst feeling.

Stiles' weight fell against you, his aching heart was pounding like crazy. You rubbed his shoulder comfortingly and he calmed down under your touch, his breathing slowly slowing to a normal pacing.

Then, Stiles detached himself from you, embarrassment flowing in. He thought he would be fine if you were there. That he wouldn't have night terrors if you were sleeping beside him, but he turned out to be wrong.

''Stiles,'' Noah started, but Stiles interrupted him.

''I'm fine, Dad.''

The latter opened his mouth, about to say something, but instead nodded and left. You and Stiles had things to talk about.

''Night terrors,'' he explained after a few minutes, breaking the ice. ''I started having them after my mom's death. It was bad for a while, but they became less frequent as I grew up and eventually went away. I was free of them for years...until they came back recently.''

The night terrors were a part of him which Stiles didn't like talking about. Even Scott, his best friend since primary school, didn't know about his night terrors.

You reached out and held his hand. ''Is it about your mom?'' you asked, tip-toeing into the subject.

Stiles shook his head. ''No.'' He took a moment to think, searching for the right words to explain it to you. ''I'm having these dreams where I lose consciousness of what's real and what's not. A dream within a dream. Sort of false awakenings. I wake up and go to school or talk to you, but I'm not really awake. It's strange and frightening because it's confusing. Like, I don't even know if I'm awake now.'' Stiles bit his lip, a habit he did when he was stressed or anxious.

Your heart was aching as you listened to your boyfriend. What he was experiencing sounded terrifying.

''Count your fingers.''

Stiles gave you a puzzled look. ''What?''

''When you're dreaming, you can't count,'' you explained.

Nodding, Stiles looked down at his hands, raising his thumb. ''One.'' Then, his index. ''Two.'' Middle. ''Three.'' Ring. ''Four.'' Pinky. ''Five.'' Stiles sighed, relieved and exhausted. Who would’ve thought dreaming could be so tiring. ''I'm awake.''

''Do you want to try going back to sleep?'' you asked, fighting back a yawn.

It was still pitch black outside Stiles' window so it was still nighttime. You had school in the morning, but you wouldn’t mind staying up with him.

''I don't think I can,'' Stiles admitted, scared that if he fell back asleep, he'd get stuck in a false awakenings loop again.

''Okay.'' You hooked your chin on his shoulder and kissed it through his shirt. ''Wanna lay down, then?''

He nodded and laid down beside you, facing you.

You eventually fell asleep as the sky was beginning to lighten, but Stiles remained awake, haunted by his sleeping troubles and fighting tiredness.

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #teen wolf #idk what to think of this #it's not my best work but my laptop is dying for good

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obriengf · 2 years

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Where Stiles Lives Out His Dream.... || Headcanon

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings : just cuteness, maybe like one swear word?

Notes : had this idea for a while, NWH definitely boosted it though!

it started in kindergarten

a five-year-old stiles wearing the same spiderman shirt every day for the first week

surprisingly, claudia wasn't bothered washing it each night

especially when he got it covered in paint and food and.. god knows what actually caused the stain on the left hand sleeve..

one would think that he had that darn action figure superglued to his hand

he refused to let it go, just like that shirt

his obsession never faltered, though

only growing more the older he got

and when he finally watched the movies.. his life changed

stiles was nine-years-old when his dad let him watch the first two tobey maguire movies

he was enthralled by watching spiderman swing around on his webs and fight the bad guys

his large honey eyes were glued to the screen and widened in wonder

and when peter parker finally got the girl, he felt a warmth settle in his chest

a strange warmth that he couldn't describe, not until he was old enough to properly understand

noah stilinski was looking over case files when he felt his son tug at his shirt

stiles only grinned, "dad can i have a mj?"

and noah only shook his head

he smiled back though, admiration etched over his worry lines

"not yet, son"

"dad... is mom your mj?"

and noah only laughed, eyes flickering to a sickly looking woman grinning at her boys' interaction

"she definitely is"

it was freshman year and stiles had turned fifteen-years-old

he wore a large grin to complement his red t-shirt and dark flannel

a large black spider symbol gracing his chest

by now his ADD has grown and he wasn't very good at focusing

it wasn't until he walked straight into another body that he snapped back into reality

abandoning his conversation with his best friend scott to help the poor girl that fell

this is when you first laid eyes on the adorable doofus you'd quite quickly call friend

you grasped his hand tightly as he pulled you up

the boy even dropped back to the floor to pick up your belongings

you thanked him and offered a smile

but you saw his shirt and bit your bottom lip

stiles very much noticed

"i like your shirt" you said before your eyes glanced up from his chest

all that stiles did was laugh nervously

he was shaky and you could tell he was highly-strung

what you couldn't tell though is that he was actually breathless

you were beautiful

kind of like lydia martin beautiful

but your cute attitude and kindness is what set you apart

and when you said you liked his shirt it meant you liked spiderman

that made you automatically perfect to stiles

eighteen-years-old and stiles was now in his jeep, driving to yours

you had been dating since you were sixteen

he asked you at your birthday party if you'd like to go on a date

this was after he handed you a giant present half the size of roscoe

you said yes immediately, and that warmth returned from when he was younger

the warmth that he got when he saw peter in love with mj

it made him think that one day, you'd officially be his mj and the thought made him smile so fucking wide

presently, you were receiving a text to meet your boyfriend outside

you were expecting him, but usually, he'd make his way inside your home

with a key that he acquired from a source he wouldn't tell you about

you walked outside and it was dark

the jeep was in your driveway but stiles was nowhere to be found

you made a move to walk down the steps of your front porch

but a yell scared you into jumping back

a scream escaping through your lips

stiles appeared in front of you, his body hanging upside down from the roof

he had a large grin between his cheeks and his eyes glistened with mischief

he crooned, a little chuckle sounding his words

"hey baby"

reaching out to hit his chest was a bad idea when he slightly maneuvered

your fingers grasped his shirt to hold him still before he could fall

and then

....trust your luck....

the ten o'clock sprinkler system was activated and you both began to get soaked

you glared at stiles

he laughed

and soon you were laughing too

your fingers remained holding his now crumpled, and soaked, spiderman t-shirt from freshman year

you hummed, "you know what this looks like, right?"

and stiles shook his head, but

his eyes were stuck to your wet matted hair and glowing skin from the water beads

"you're like spiderman and i'm like... mj"

he realised the scene you were referring to

the warmth returned

this time it was stronger

it had a forceful pull that gravitated his lips to yours

and finally, it ignited his body with fire coursing through his veins

your lips were joined and your hands moved from his chest to his cheeks

holding him

caressing him

stiles moaned softly as his right hand snaked around to your back

pushing you closer to his saturated frame

your bodies stuck to one another but you didn't care

not when your tongue slipped past his desperate lips

his needy teenage hormones got the best of him , though

he wanted to merge your bodies even closer until all he could feel was the slick wet skin under your shirt

and one move of desire later nearly led stiles to fall once again

you pulled back to hold him steady

lips swollen

his face now turning red

only, it was from the blood rushing rather than just a bashful flush of rosy cheeks

stiles didn't care though, despite your worrying and cursing under your breath

he smiled, teeth gleaming, eyes sparkling

he felt everything all at once when he kissed you

the kind of emotions and sensations that meant that his love for you preceded everything else

and he knew

he... just knew

"you're my mj"

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #teen wolf #headcanon #stiles stilinski headcanon

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 83 ; Sundowning

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,934 Warnings: angst, A/N: Hi, friends! 83 Chapters down, 17 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. 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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The very next day at school, Scott, Lydia and I were in the library… attempting to do research on Stiles… or what we can find based on the word.

“Stile,” Scott read. “An arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence.”

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think this is the stiles we’re looking for,” I said, frustrated.

“Maybe Malia’s found something.”

“No, she’s been taking a make-up test all morning,” Lydia said.

Right as soon as Lydia said that, all three of us heard Malia’s coyote howl.

“I guess the test isn’t going well.”

“Ya think?” I sassed.

Getting our bags together, the three of us followed Malia, per the use of Scott’s sniffer. Upon finding Malia, Scott carefully walked towards her. “Malia. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

I guess she didn’t like that answer because she snarled at him. Lydia and I were careful to not go any closer while she was acting this way as I felt Mrs. Martin, Dad and Sheriff behind us.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Scott said.

The five of us walked up behind Scott, me placing a hand on his shoulder at Malia’s growl at him. He looked back at me then back at Malia. “I think she’s calming down.”

Malia barked and snarled at us.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I said.

“Maybe you should growl back?” Sheriff asked.

Malia kept growling at us, not really liking us being in her space.

“Scotty, you’re the Alpha,” I whispered.

“Yeah, can’t you just make her a little more docile?” Dad added.

I looked at Lydia, realization coming over her. “She’s not the problem. We are.”

Scott looked back at us, his eyes landing on Lydia.

“This is her territory. Maybe we need to get out of here.”

At Malia’s bark, Scott finally agreed. “Yeah, come on, come on.”

All of us walked around the shelf a few steps before Lydia spoke up. “Malia came here to get through the full moons. Then we started using the Lake House.”

“I thought you said a wild animal got in the Lake House?” Mrs. Martin asked.

“Just be happy about all the things I don’t tell you.”

Malia growled again, but this time, she came out of her corner, shifting back into her human form… very nude, might I add. “It’s alright. I’m okay.”

Mrs. Martin walked forward with some of Malia’s clothes, standing in front of her to shield the eyes of the teenage male in the room.

“Any idea what made her shift?” Sheriff asked.

“She’s under a lot of pressure,” Scott said. “School, her life after graduation.”

“Her mom trying to kill her,” Lydia added.

“Me not really giving her the best of welcomes into the pack,” I added.

“That shouldn’t make her shift,” Scott said, confusion lacing his voice. Scott looked down at me then over to Lydia. “Could it be connected to Stiles?”

“Why would it be connected to Stiles?” I asked.

“Hard to tell since we don’t know what a Stiles is,” Lydia said.

“It’s a he,” Sheriff said.

“Noah, don’t,” Dad said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“No, I wanna know,” I said.

“Who?” Scott asked.

“Stiles. It’s a family nickname,” Sheriff said. “I never used it, but, uh, my father did.”

Scott, Lydia and I looked at each other.

This investigation is a go!

~~~

Scott and I ended up going to Sheriff’s house during free period, a place in which I lived for a few months back in Sophomore year when my dad was known as the town drunk. Felt odd being back in this house, but then again… it felt more like home to me.

Scott and I were sitting in a couple of chairs while Sheriff was sitting across from us on the other, Claudia coming to sit next to him with a box of old pictures, Sheriff giving his wife his thanks.

Sheriff opened the box, starting his explanation. “He was an Army engineer. Ended the war one bridge at a time.” He handed us a photo, a younger looking Sheriff staring back at us in the photo.

“And he went by Stiles,” Scott said.

Scott and I looked at each other before looking back at my godfather.

“So, what’s this got to do with the Wild Hunt?” Sheriff asked.

Scott looked back at me and sighed.

“Well, Sheriff, we think that someone was taken from us,” I said.

“Any idea who?”

“The Ghost Riders would’ve erased our memories.”

“Well, now that’s convenient.”

“BUT, we found a clue,” I said, pointing my fingers out, excitement running through me. Claudia looked at me as I explained, “The word Stiles.”

“And that’s why you wanna talk to Elias?” she said.

“Mhmm, yeah. Maybe he can help us figure it out,” Scott chimed in. “Maybe he knows who we’re looking for.”

“Now, this is someone your age?” Sheriff asked.

“Yeah. I--” Scott said.

“We think he was our friend,” I said, before looking over to Scott with my next statement, “Maybe your best friend and a little bit more with me.”

Scott looked over at me. “You never told me that,” he whispered.

“Well, I’m tossing it out there now. I mean, someone had to have given me this ring. It’s a promise ring, Scotty, just like you said. You don’t give promise rings to just your friends.”

“I can guarantee you, my father can’t help you,” Sheriff said.

“Couldn’t we try?” Scott asked.

“Scott, he lives in a nursing home three towns over,” Sheriff said. “Hasn’t had a visitor in years.”

As Sheriff and Scott were talking, I saw an older woman walking through the living room, looking at me before she turned her body to fully face me, saying the words, “The following stops have been canceled.” The sound of a train rolling by started up again before she said the words again. She then turned around and walked down the hallway.

I looked between my Godparents, smiling sweetly. “Can I go down to my old room? I think I left something in there.”

“Yeah, sure, sweetie,” Claudia said.

“Thanks,” I uttered, standing up and walking down the hallway to follow the older woman. As I rounded the corner, I saw her standing there, staring at the wall. There was a table sitting in front of her with some decor on top of it.

I decided to be polite to her. “Excuse me. Why are you here?” I walked closer to her at her nonresponse. “Is there something you wanna tell me? What stop has been canceled?”

Reaching up to touch her, I jumped and turned my head over my shoulder as Claudia said my name, asking if I got my item from my old room. When I turned my head back around to face the older woman, she had vanished.

“What the hell?” I whispered to myself. Deciding that I didn’t want to actually go down to my room and look for nothing, I turned back around and went back into the living room.

“You’re not hearing me,” Sheriff said, him and Scott now standing. “Trust me, you don’t wanna talk to him.”

“We just need a few minutes,” Scott tried.

“Scott, my father can’t help you.”

“Just a few questions. Five minutes,” Scott tried.

“You know what? You don’t just talk to this guy. Okay?” Sheriff said, voice stern. “Just… find another way.”

“But, what if this is the only way?” Scott asked.

At that point I decided to walk over to them.

“Scott, you have your answer,” Claudia said.

This was not the Claudia that I remember as a child.

“Sheriff, please,” Scott begged.

“Scott,” Claudia said, standing up.

Sheriff looked at me and put his hands out before placing them back down to his side. He looked back at Scott, saying, “The answer’s no.”

~~~

Right after we got back to school, we went to meet up with Malia as she opened her locker.

“Stilinski said no, didn’t he?” she said, putting a book into her locker.

Scott sighed. “Yeah.”

“But we’re going anyway?”

“Yep,” Scott and I said.

“And I’m so gonna get busted for it,” I said, right as Malia closed her locker.

“Or you could stay here and help me convince Gwen she’s in danger,” Liam said, leaning against the lockers next to Malia’s.

“It’s not your job to convince her,” Scott said.

“It’s your job to keep her safe,” I added.

Malia looked at Liam and said, “Just kidnap her,” before turning around and walking off down the hall, the three of us following.

I sighed and looked over at Liam. “Don’t kidnap her.”

“We’ll be back tonight after we talk to Stilinski’s dad,” Scott said.

“Do we really have to do this?” Malia asked.

“He’s our only lead.”

I sighed again, causing Scott to turn his head over his shoulder to look at me, silently asking me what. “You’d never make a good detective.”

“Okay. What if the Ghost Riders show up?” Liam asked, stopping his movements which in turn stopped ours.

“Then you’ll handle it, Liam,” Scott said. “And look, you’re not alone.”

“Yeah,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “You’ve got Mason, Corey and Hayden, okay? Just find a safe place for Gwen and keep her there.”

“Any suggestions?” Liam asked.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as she’s safe.”

Scott turned and walked out of the doors while Malia turned to look at Liam.

“Kidnap her,” she said.

“Do not kidnap her, for the love of God,” I said, tilting my head back a little, shaking it. “Come on, hot-head.”

~~~

After piling up in Lydia’s car, we drove to the nursing home that Sheriff’s dad was currently residing in; Goodwater Assisted Living.

Walking up to the door, Scott decided that now would be the perfect time to voice his opinion. “I can’t believe we’re about to break into a nursing home.”

“Oh, now you wanna have an opinion about this?” I sassed.

“Well, after the orderlies at Eichen House, pretty sure we can handle some nurses,” Malia said.

Scott and I watched with confused looks on our faces as Malia walked right into the building, Lydia’s face looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here. We walked in after Malia gave us her thumbs up… which I shook my head at.

The four of us walked through the facility until we saw an older looking gentleman sitting at a table in one of the rooms. I could deal without the music in here, though.

As we walked in, he turned around and faced us, asking, “Yes? Oh. Is it time for my medicine?”

“We don’t have your medicine,” Malia said, arms crossed.

“Oh..” he said, almost like he was disappointed.

“Are you Elias Stilinski?” Lydia asked.

He looked up at Lydia like he was confused. “I am.”

Lydia looked at me and nudged me to go introduce myself, so I did.

“Hi, Mr. Stilinski. I’m Emma Thomas,” I said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?” he asked.

“Hey, Mr. Stilinski,” Scott said. “We’re looking for somebody who might be named Stiles. You went by that name in the Army, right?”

Elias looked up at Scott, giving us the confirmation we needed about the nickname. “Yes. Best years of my life.” He looked down, almost like he was sad about the fact that those years were over.

“Do you know any of us?” Malia asked.

“Of course I do,” Elias said, looking up at Scott. “How could I forget my own son?”

“Your son?” Scott asked, looking over at me.

“Uhm, Mr. Stilinski… what year is it?” I asked.

“1976. It’s my son’s birthday next week,” he said, looking down at the table again.

I looked over at Scott, head tilted to the right a little. “He’s got dementia.”

Elias looked up at Scott again. “Is it time for my medicine?”

~~~

We were here so long that the sun ended up setting… but we weren’t getting any further in our journey here. We tried explaining to Elias who we all were.

“Scott McCall?” Elias said, looking up at said boy, who gave a nod of approval. “No, no, no, no, no, no. You’re my son.”

“Keep it down, old guy,” Malia said. “You’ll wake the other old people.” She popped a sweet pea in her mouth… and then another… and then another. Well, I’m glad she likes them!

“I don’t like her,” Elias said, looking up at me.

“I didn’t at first either. Takes time,” I said, sitting down. “But, uhm… your son. He’s the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, and my godfather.”

“Sheriff?” Elias asked, to which I nodded. “No, no, no, no, no. No, no. I--I was in the Army.”

Scott took a breath in as Malia looked over at him. “Use your claws, Scott.”

“Malia,” Lydia and I hissed.

“It could kill him,” Scott said, looking at Elias.

“I get that, but we’re running out of time,” Malia said.

I took a deep breath in, muttering, “And this is why I didn’t like you in the first place.”

Lydia lightly slapped me on the shoulder, telling me to hush up.

“I can’t,” Scott said.

Frustrated that things weren’t going her way, she flicked out her claws and took a step towards Elias, Scott grabbing her wrist.

“Hey,” Scott said, Elias and I jumping back in our seats a little. “No. We’re not hurting him.”

“Young lady,” Elias said, gaining my attention. “You need to clip those nails.”

I chuckled at his remark on Malia’s claws.

A few moments later, Malia had moved to the other side of the room full of attitude. Elias’ mood had changed, as well.

“You... shouldn’t be here,” Elias said. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to report you.” He looked down at his papers that were sitting in front of him.

“Uh, what’s wrong with him?” Scott asked.

“The sun went down,” Lydia said, looking out the windows.

“So?”

Elias started muttering incoherent words.

“He’s sundowning,” I said. Scott didn’t get what I said so I explained further. “It’s when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down.”

Elias started breathing heavily next to me, saying, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

“So what do we do?” Malia asked.

“We wait ‘til the sun comes back up,” Lydia said.

“We can’t wait that long.”

“No, no, no,” Elias muttered.

“There’s gotta be something we can do to keep him quiet,” Scott said.

“Leave, leave, leave, leave,” Elias cried, holding the papers in his hands.

“I can calm him down,” Malia said, taking a couple steps closer to us.

“No,” Scott, Lydia and I said.

I turned back to Elias. “Elias, look at the equations.” I put one of the papers back on the table, showing him the work he’s already done. “It's binomial probability, so what’s P?”

He looked at the paper for a moment before giving his answer. “Uhm, probability of success?”

I smiled at him. “Right. Uhm, and that means N minus K is?”

“Uh, the number of trials minus the number of successes.”

I chuckled happily.

“What’s with the math?” Malia asked, popping more sweet peas into her mouth.

“It helps dementia patients concentrate,” Lydia said.

“What about this one?” I asked, giving him another sheet of paper with equations on it.

“That’s, uhm…” Elias said, looking at the paper before looking back up at me. “Conditional probability.”

“That’s right,” I said, looking through more of the papers. “Let’s find the moment of inertia.” I saw him standing from the corner of my eye. “Elias?”

“That’s Mr. Stilinski,” he said.

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Scott sat down in Elias’ chair since it wasn’t being used at the moment.

“You know Scott isn’t your son?” Lydia asked.

“Of course I know that. Are brains getting smaller with the skirts?” Elias said.

At the sound of Malia’s growl, Scott did his best to calm her down. “Malia, it’s okay.”

Elias stopped his steps around the table and looked down at Scott. “So you’re that McCall kid.”

“You know me?” Scott asked.

“I know your dad,” Elias said. “Couldn’t hold his liquor and he certainly couldn’t keep that wedding ring on his finger. Pretty young thing would walk by and poof, that ring disappeared like magic.”

Malia growled at him again before Lydia decided to ask her question, “Do you know all of us?”

“Oh… you’re Natalie Martin’s girl, am I right?” Elias asked. “You look like her. She was pretty once, too.”

“Stop talking,” Malia demanded, her Coyote Blues shining.

Scott stood up to try and calm his Omega. “Hey, Malia.”

“And she also liked to talk like she was the smartest person in the room,” Elias continued.

“What about me?” I asked.

Elias looked at me like he hadn’t even thought about it, and smiled a little. “You’re Carter’s little girl. He always hung around with my son. How’s he doing?”

“Right hand Deputy to your son,” I said, crossing my arms and putting them on the table.

“Carter still the town drunk?” Elias chuckled.

Tears lined my eyes as Malia flicked her claws out, Scott jumping to Elias’ rescue. “Malia!”

“Enough,” Sheriff said. I looked back and saw my dad standing at the door, shame filling his eyes.

“Sheriff, we--” Scott said.

Sheriff looked down at me and put his hand on my shoulder, then looked back up to Scott. “I explicitly told you not to come here. And who attacked a staff member?”

“That’s her,” the nurse said, looking dead at Malia, who lowly growled.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Sheriff asked her.

“Noah, we were just having a nice conversation,” Elias said, coming back around the table towards me and Sheriff.

“I don’t think defaming my father counts as a nice conversation,” I sassed, Sheriff squeezing my shoulder to let me know to be quiet.

“The four of you. Out. Now,” Sheriff said. He took his hand off my shoulder so I could stand up and walk over to my dad, who didn’t look happy to see me, but gave me a hug nonetheless.

“Noah,” Elias said.

I watched as Sheriff turned around and started his walk out of the room, but stopped at his father's voice.

“That’s right!” Elias said. “Act like I’m not even here. Go crawling back to your dead wife and your loser son!”

Dad and I looked at each other before looking back at Sheriff.

“What did you say?” Sheriff asked, sadness in voice.

“Is it… time for… my medicine?” Elias asked.

~~~

I ended up having to ride back with Sheriff and Dad in their shared cruiser… which is no fun in the backseat.

We weren’t driving for 15 minutes when I decided to speak up. “Sheriff, I think I speak on behalf of the four of us when I say we’re sorry for going against your word.”

He sighed and stayed silent for a moment before deciding to speak. “I’ve never known you to go back on my word like that.”

“I know,” I said, hanging my head in shame. “But it felt so natural to do it, almost like I’ve done it before. Do you think it’s possible that you could’ve had a son, Noah?”

“I don’t know, Emma,” he sighed.

“Nothing’s impossible if you believe it,” I muttered, looking up through my lashes.

Sheriff sighed and looked over at my dad, who was staring out of the windshield.

“Carter--” Sheriff said.

“No, she’s right. But she’s still in very big trouble. I mean, how could you do this, Emma? Something so reckless. This could cost me my job,” Dad said, turning in his seat to look at me the best he could.

All I could do was look down at my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted answers as to who this Stiles could be… that’s all.”

It was silent in the car until we got to the station when I was escorted by Sheriff to the holding cell room.

Scott, Malia and Lydia were already there waiting for us… and so was Natalie Martin.

“We know this looks bad,” Scott said.

“It doesn’t look bad, Scott. It is bad,” Mrs. Martin said. She looked at every single one of us with her next statement. “You broke into a nursing home, you harassed a dementia patient, and you beat up a nurse. This could affect the rest of your lives. Especially you, Malia. They’re talking felony assault.”

“I didn’t beat him up. I could have, but I chose not to,” Malia said.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I sighed, bringing my hand up to my forehead.

“That’s an improvement,” Lydia said, happiness in her voice.

Sheriff opened the door, a hand on the door frame to speak to us. “By some miracle, the nurse decided to drop the charges.” He looked at Malia then at me, stating,“They’re free to go.” before closing the door and walking away.

“Just because you’re not going to jail, doesn’t mean you’re not grounded for eternity,” Mrs. Martin said, looking dead at her daughter.

All of us walked out of the holding area, and I fully intended on walking out with Scott to get a ride home, but a hand on my shoulder told me otherwise. I looked up at the person responsible; my godfather.

I sheepishly smiled as he guided me to his office, where his wife was waiting for him.

“You’ve had a long day, Sheriff,” Claudia said, turning around to face her husband. “You ready?”

He let go of me to put on his jacket with the help of his wife. “All I want is for this day to end,” he sighed.

“Well, let me take you away from all this,” Claudia said.

I sighed, turning around and threw my arms out, letting them fall and slap my outer thighs. She spoke as if I wasn’t even standing there.

“Crime, mayhem, those kids.”

I turned back to face them. “Uhm, one of those kids is standing right here,” I said, pointing to myself, an aggravated smile on my face.

“Those kids did a dumb thing.” Sheriff turned his body towards me a little bit, a small smile on his face. “But their hearts are in the right place.”

My smile went from one of aggravation to one of love for the man I’m proud to call my Sheriff, but most importantly, my godfather.

He turned back to his wife. “You ever have second thoughts? Us not having kids?” As soon as Sheriff said this, I reached for my ring, holding it so tight in my hand, I was sure it was going to leave an imprint for a few days. (Let’s be honest. Nothing can leave an imprint for a few days.)

Claudia started shaking her head, a smile appearing. “Not once.”

Something inside of me knew that wasn’t true.

Sheriff chuckled before stepping forward to kiss his wife, then turned to me, smiling. “You have a couple of options. Go home with Scott and hang out, come home with us and be safe, or go home with your dad and get yelled at.”

I thought about it for a few seconds before I leaped into his arms, giving him a hug. “I think I’ll be okay over at Scotty’s house.”

“Alright, kiddo. Stay safe. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Thanks, Noah,” I said, smiling.

~~~

After texting Scott that I was gonna come over and stay at his house, I went straight over there. When I walked in the house, I wasn’t expecting to see such a freaking mess. Walking into the house further, I found the culprits of the mess.

“You said to find a safe place,” Liam said. “So, we brought the party here.”

“Who said to throw a party at all?” Scott asked.

I crossed my arms with a brow raised, wanting to know what bogus answer he was gonna come up with.

“At least we saved Gwen,” Liam countered.

Scott and I looked at each other for a second before looking back at Liam, taking steps towards him.

“But you saw one of the Ghost Riders,” I said.

“Corey made him visible so we could fight him,” Liam said.

Scott put a hand on my shoulder, which made me look at him. “Doesn’t the book say that if you see the Wild Hunt that you’ll be taken, too?”

I looked from Scott back to Liam.

“Everyone at the party saw him.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Liam.”

“Does that mean--” Liam asked.

“Yes, Liam!” I yelled. “They’re all gonna be taken.”

He looked at me like he was ashamed of how that event turned out, which made me feel bad.

I sighed. “Look, I’m not mad at you, okay? It’s just been a long day.”

Scott put his weight on one foot, glass crunching under his shoe. “I should’ve been here.”

“We both should’ve,” I said.

Both werewolves looked at me, confused. I sighed, “Look, if we both were here and saw the Ghost Riders, I would’ve sacrificed myself to be taken so that I could go look for Stiles. I know he’s real.”

I looked at each boy and walked away, fully prepared to start cleaning up. I grabbed a few trash bags, knowing that it was gonna take a few bags to get this place back in order before Melissa came home. Scott grabbed a bag from me as I walked by him on my way to the stairs to start up there.

Going straight to Scott’s room, he followed with this bag. I guess Liam had left. I didn’t get but a few crushed cups into the bag before I heard a knocking at the door. I turned to see who it was hoping, somewhat hoping for this Stiles character to show up, but I was quickly let down upon seeing Sheriff.

“Looks like a hell of a party,” he said.

“Yeah, and we didn’t even throw it,” I said, disappointment laced in my voice, tossing another cup into my trash bag.

Scott chuckled. “Yeah, hopefully we can get it all cleaned up before my mom comes home.”

“I’ll help,” Sheriff said, walking more into the room. He bent down and picked up a couple cups, grunting as he did so.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, now,” I sassed.

“Well, I’ve been helping look after you since you were born. You used to wear me out,” Sheriff chuckled.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Scott decided to speak up. “Hey, Sheriff. I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I said, putting another piece of trash in the bag.

“We never should’ve gone there to see your father,” Scott added.

“No, no, it’s-it’s--it’s okay,” Sheriff said, crossing his arms. “I should’ve been clearer about who he is. And maybe a part of me just didn’t want to have to, uhm, admit it.”

“Admit what?” I asked, confused. I was blessed to have two fathers in my life; my dad and Sheriff.

He gave a look like he really didn’t want to tell us, but did anyway by pulling the collar of his shirt off his left collarbone, revealing a scar. “This is my dad, guys. He pushed me through a glass table going after my mom.”

As tears filled my eyes at his confession, I put a hand over my mouth, shocked.

“There’s still tiny pieces of glass in there. The doctor told my mother that they’d probably be in there for the rest of my life, workin’ their way out.”

A tear fell onto my cheek as I blinked, trying not to imagine a small Noah Stilinski trying to protect his mother.

“Small price to pay to keep him away from her,” Sheriff said. “That time.” He turned and sat on the bench at the foot of Scott’s bed, me moving to sit next to him. “Ya’know, something you said has just been bugging me all day.” He turned his head to look at me.

“What? Because I say a lot of stuff,” I sassed.

He chuckled a little before saying, “Something about memories.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, Scott coming a little closer.

“Have you ever had a dream that’s--that’s so real that you thought it was a memory?”

“Yeah. I’ve been having them a lot here lately.”

Sheriff looked up at Scott, who looked like he was thinking long and hard about his answer.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Scott,” I sassed.

“Okay, in this dream, I’m lying in bed with Claudia,” Sheriff began to explain. “It’s a couple weeks before we graduate from college and we’re talking about the future and kids and what we’ll call them. And I tell her that if we have a son, I want to name him after her father. And she laughs at me and she says, ‘Why would you wanna saddle some poor kid with a name like that?’ And I told her, ‘Because he’s a great father, the kind of father I wish I had, the kind I--I hoped to be.’ At that point in the dream she smiles, kisses me, and says ‘Okay, we’ll name him that, but it won’t matter. He’ll just be called Stiles anyway.’ ”

Sheriff looked at me, tears still lining my eyes as I clutched onto my ring. I could see Scott looking at me from my peripherals.

Well… this just got a shit ton more interesting.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 24

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2004

“We lay to rest a beloved member of the community. A mother. A friend. A daughter. A wife. Claudia Stilinski...” We stood on the lawn of Beacon Hills Memorial Cemetery, watching Aunt Claudia’s casket being lowered into the ground. She had been sick for so long and it was starting to turn ugly... But she was in a better place now, that’s what Uncle Noah said. When he spoke at least. I looked past the grieving people, like Ms. McCall, Scott, the entire police department, and looked at Stiles. He looked so tired. His cheeks were tear stained and his eyes were red from crying.

Once people started to disperse, my parents and I made our way over to Uncle Noah and Stiles. While the adults talked, Stiles and I just continued to stare at the grave. The grounds keepers were starting to cover her body with dirt.

“Do you want me to spend the night tonight?” I whispered, reaching over and holding his hand.

Stiles shook his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek, “I want to be alone tonight.” He gave my hand a squeeze.

“Wouldn’t tonight be the worst time to be alone?”

“I just want to be at home with my dad. I need some time for myself.”

“(Y/N).” We both turned at my father’s voice, “Let’s go, sweetie.” We both looked back at the grave.

“Okay. Well, call if you change your mind.” I gave his hand a squeeze before letting it slip away.

We got into the car, making our way back home.

“How you holding up, sweetie?” Mom turned back and looked at me over the sink.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.” I said, looking out the window.

“Well, you don’t have to.” Dad said, “We’ll get into our pjs and watch Disney movies. You know how much Aunt Claudia loved Disney movies.”

I swallowed thickly, “Actually... I was hoping that I could go to see the Hales. If that’s okay.” Dad sighed loudly and mom smacked him subtly.

“Sure, baby.” Mom said, a sad smile on her face, “I’ll call Talia when we get home.”

When I was dropped off at the Hales’, Talia welcomed me with open arms, a blanket, and a hot chocolate. I guess what I needed was away from the whole situation. We played games, Laura braided my hair, we made friendship bracelets. At the end of the night, Laura and Cora had fallen asleep to the movie we had been watching and Derek had snuck us both onto the roof of the Hale house. We were on our back, looking up at all the stars in the sky and the moon shining down on us. We had been in silence for a while until Derek cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So, uh, are you excited for high school next year?”

I sighed and shook my head, “After today? I don’t think I’ll be ready for anything.”

“Yeah...” He turned on his side to face me, “I’m sorry about your aunt. I know she was important to you.”

“Thanks...” I turned, “I guess I’m just kinda worried about everything. I don’t know what life is going to be like without her. And I’m worried about Stiles too.”

“I bet. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my mom.” He said. Then, he reached out and grabbed my hand, “Whenever you feel like this again, let me know. You can come over and we can do this again. Whatever you need, I’ll be there.”

I smiled, a slight blush to my cheeks that I really hoped was hidden in the dark, “Thanks, Derek.”

“Of course.” He smiled, “It’s what friends do.”

The communication with Beacon Hills was slim to none. And, ya know, that didn’t feel great. I understood that everyone was busy living their lives whether it was being a high school student or fighting supernatural beings or being a supernatural being or the sheriff in a town full of both. But unanswered texts and calls were starting to get to me.

The ones I got weren’t great either though. Stiles occasionally sent me a long email about the events that had happened since long distance calls weren’t in the phone plan.

I had learned more about the alpha pack - a blind one, a woman who could definitely use a manicure, a strong man, and twins who could morph into each other. I was almost a little happy I didn’t have to deal with that.

All the betas were missing except Isaac who had stayed behind. Even if he did get in trouble every now and then.

And then missing turned into dead. Hearing that Erica was dead really hit me hard. I barely knew the girl, a few moments and quick chats usually didn’t mean that much. But they found her locked in a closet, rotting. It was horrifying. She was a child. She was finally enjoying her life - a new life without seizures and bullying, her parents had taken her to get pictures taken; happy to see that their little girl loved herself for the first time. Now she was gone.

They found Boyd alive, thankfully. And surprisingly, they had found Derek’s sister: Cora.

Not forgetting that there were flocks of animals committing mass suicide and kids turning up murdered. It seems home is getting more and more dangerous. Not only was there an alpha pack but there was a creature called a Darach, a dark druid.

The leader of the alpha pack, Deucalion, was trying to get Derek to join his pack. He also wanted me to join as well, apparently he had been asking where I was. To join, he would have to kill the betas. Derek, who I’m sure was done being manipulated, refused. To keep him safe, Derek kicked Isaac out of the depot to live with Scott.

Speaking of dead...

Even thousands of miles away, the vision of falling three stories still hurt as much as if I was actually there. A battle between the alphas, Derek and Scott. And honestly, I wasn’t sure if Derek was alive or dead. Every little message I thought to him just echoed in my head. I had cried, tried forcing myself to work through it. But nothing really worked. I still woke up in the middle of the night, naked on the castle grounds having shifted my feelings or else I was instinctually trying to search for him. First it was anger, next it was denial, then more anger. And that was all just last night.

Hell, not even forgetting to mention the fact that the test Lachlan ran on me was a little more than just a blood panel. They checked for human chorionic gonadotropin hormone aka the pregnancy hormone. And things were just getting better and better. Because it was positive. I am pregnant. And the father may be dead.

Sending a preemptive long distance fee to Stiles’ PayPal account, I called the house phone. It didn’t have caller ID but it was something. Michael didn’t think it was a good idea, however, it was gonna be a cold day in Hell before I listened to his double agent ass. Lachlan thought I deserved closure. And I trusted him more.

“Stilinski residence.” Stiles’ voice was a little scratchy, but still loud and clear.

“Stiles, if you hang up on me I swear you will live to regret it. I still have access to your secret YouTube channel.” There was a pause on the other end, then a sigh.

“Hey (Y/N). I was wondering why I got an email from my PayPal."

"Is there a reason I've been on everyone's pay no mind list? Because it's starting to piss me off."

"Well... Derek said that we shouldn't worry about or get you stressed out."

"So not talking to me for months is supposed to help?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh... Ya got me there."

I groaned and started tapping my foot, "I just...." My mind seemed to go blank, my heart rate going up. That's not right. I wasn't doing anything to make it spike like this.

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry, I wish I could contact you more. But there's a lot going on here with the alpha pack and Lydia and-and Derek-"

"Shit." I wheezed, sitting down on the bed. My body felt so warm and not in the way it normally would.

"Yeah I know, it's a lot right now-" His voice was drowned out by my senses taking over. It was the familiar warmth of intimacy. But not from me. It was Derek! He was alive. But he was with someone. And that someone-

He was kissing her. Touching her. His heart racing. Her touch set his skin ablaze and nothing else mattered. Not even the wounds on his body that nearly killed him. But all that mattered was her intoxicating touch. The touch of a woman he didn’t know. But her whole being enveloped him.

I screamed loudly in anger, but behind that anger was so much pain. My chest ached and felt like it was being pulled across the world. I dropped the phone, holding my chest.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" My breathing was erratic and my thoughts were going wild between what had just happened and what I was thinking and what I had to do from here. I felt so helpless and alone. What could I do?

Then... There was an answer. Maybe it was the stress? Maybe it was my raging hormones? But I had my answer.

I picked the phone back up.

"(Y/N)! Talk to me, what's going on?"

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, "Derek’s alive."

"He is?"

"But not for long." I hung up.

How dare he? HOW COULD HE? AFTER EVERYTHING WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH OUR ENTIRE LIVES AND HE JUST- JUST THROWS IT ALL OUT? And for what? Who could have been more important than me? I'm his stupid mate for Christ's sake.

But if he wants to sleep around?

Fine.

He could for the next thirteen hours. Because I'm going back to Beacon Hills for the soul purpose of ripping his heart out like he did mine. And if this emotional trauma affected my child? Well, there were repercussions for that too.

Michael and Lachlan were in my room, watching me as I threw together a bag to take on the plane. Remarkably, as a member of the Lunar Circle I would get free airfare courtesy of Lachlan mostly because the guy was insanely rich and he agreed with my revenge plot, for the most part.

"Okay, let's think rationally here." Michael said, taking things out of my bag as I was putting them in, "He's a total douche bag for doing this. We all agree. But in your state, I don't think you should fly. I mean anything could happen."

"I can fly until I'm thirty-six weeks along." I said curtly, grabbing my things out of his hands and putting them back in the bag.

"Come on, think about what you're doing-"

"I have thought about it. And I'm going to kill him."

Michael looked back at Lachlan who had his arms crossed over my chest, only observing.

"A little help here, Praetor McLeod?"

Lachlan shrugged, "Seems justified to me."

"Murder? Murder seems justified to you." He asked incredulously.

"It's the werewolf way." Lachlan said simply.

"Thank you, Lachlan." I smiled.

"Anytime."

"Okay, what about this?" Michael stood in front of my path to my bag, "Murdering him seems like a great idea right now, I totally get it. But-but if you do that, it will weigh heavily on your conscience."

"The Lunar Circle has excellent insurance, including therapy." Lachlan chimed in.

I moved Michael out of the way, "Duly noted."

Michael sputtered, "And-and your baby? What about your baby? That's their dad."

"Their dad who decided to stick his penis in another woman." I raised my eyebrows at him, "That one? Yeah, what a stand up guy."

“But you love him. Don’t you think killing him-”

“Michael!” I slammed my suitcase shut, “Shut up.” I turned and faced both of them, “You’re right, okay? I do love him, which is the worst part. I hate him so much but I still love him. I dedicated my life to him and I thought he had dedicated himself to me. I was wrong.” I zipped the bag and made my way out the door, “I’ll be back at the end of the week.”

Getting on the plane didn’t take long. Relatively short lines, quick ticket, fast boarding. Like someone was looking out for me as I went to kick Derek's ass. Becoming alpha to Derek's pack was starting to sound better and better as the pain continued to radiate through my body. Eventually, I just felt numb.

The people on the plane were nice. I sat next to an older gentleman who slept for the most part so I could whisper profanities under my breath. The stewardess had been kind, making sure I had enough to drink. It seems someone had tipped them off I was pregnant, probably Michael. The guy had been a nervous wreck since he found out I was pregnant. He wouldn’t even let me train, not like he had much of a choice in what I did. But he sure knew how to annoy me out of a room. Lachlan had been supportive, talking about adding an additional room onto mine for a nursery. I told that it wasn’t necessary since I wouldn’t be staying in Scotland that long.

After the plane landed, I was met by a very tired looking Stiles. We didn’t speak much, just began the drive back home.

"So...." He swallowed, his eyes darted from me to the road ahead, "Pregnant," He chuckled nervously, "That-that's great! I'm so happy for you.” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. He was hesitating, he wanted to say something else, “Uh...Speaking of-” I groaned loudly, another lecture.

He ignored my dramatics, “Maybe you shouldn't kill him. That's not good for the baby..."

“It wasn’t good for the baby when he decided to take our bond, step on it and rub it in the dirt.” He was silent, but not for long.

"Yeah-but you see we kinda need Derek to help with some big bads. Like Deucalion and the Darach and ya know, other stuff."

"I remember you telling me about it. I tried to do some research but Lachlan said that we didn’t have too much information on them.”

“Well that’s not too helpful.”

We made it back to the house at sunset, which was perfect timing. The cover of night would be great to conceal me in the dark. Sure, he would smell my scent but he would have no idea where I was coming from. I pulled on the handle on the door but stared at it when it didn’t budge. Still locked. I looked back at Stiles. He looked tired, a wreck.

“Would you just... See dad before you cover yourself in blood? He was really excited to hear you were coming home.” Like he always seemed to be, Stiles’ was right. I should see Uncle Noah.

“I will. I need to rest anyway. Besides, I can’t kill him on an empty stomach.” I winked.

“You terrify me.” He unlocked the doors. We got out just in time for Uncle Noah to jog down the driveway.

“There she is!” He grinned, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tight.

“I missed you so much.” I said into his shirt, giving him a soft squeeze. He pulled away and looked over me, “Look at you.” He motioned to my stomach that looked more like I was bloated than a fetus growing inside of me, “This-this is... Mhm. Exciting!”

I chuckled, “Thanks. Very mhm.”

“Uh, you hungry?”

“Starving.”

Dinner had been extremely awkward, the conversation mostly coming back to the child growing inside of me. Lots of questions from both of them. Mostly how I hadn't called. In actuality I had called approximately twenty times a day with no answer from anyone per Derek's request. Unfortunately for him, his requests were now being put on the back burner. I excused myself to my room.

My room was kept the same, I'm certain no one had been inside besides Uncle Noah. And from the ruffled blankets, maybe Stiles. Back when we were kids, we used to sneak scary movies and had to sleep in a huddled pile because we were too scared to sleep by ourselves.

I grabbed a jacket and opened up my window, I was half way out of it when my door opened. Stiles stood in the doorway. We stared at each other for a minute.

“I may regret saying this one day because I don’t care for Derek, but don’t kill him.” He said, “Kick the living shit out of him, sure. Get in a few punches for me. But don’t kill him. We need him.” Of course, all it took was Stiles to talk me off the murder-ledge.

“I won’t kill him.” I smiled, “I’ll be home soon.”

Odds are, with the alpha pack threat Derek will have the depot protected. What he failed to remember was that the most dangerous being in the world had a key to every place in the depot. I simply walked in the front door. Almost like he was expecting me.

His scent was so strong, like the forest after it rained. It made this ball of emotion well up in my chest bringing me back to all the love and memories we had shared together. Not all the memories were life and death. They weren't all fights. Some days, Derek and I would curl up and bed and never leave, only grabbing food here and there. His smile would light up his whole face, sometimes it would even reach his green eyes and make them sparkle. When he would nap, he would lay his head on my chest and sleep, like he was finally at peace with himself and the world. That was the person I loved.

I walked through the main room at the depot, getting to the stairs. The worst part here was the pictures, us together, the pack. I want to make the depot less abandoned and more homey for the betas to have a place to go and relax. Some of the pictures had turned heads at the photo developing counter (but I had managed to convince them that it was for a theater class). The worst part was that on my way here Boyd had been killed. If only I had been here soon, if only I had been here at all. Only two of the pack remained, Isaac and Jackson who was no longer a killer lizard thanks to Lydia. Say what you will about Peter Hale but sometimes he knew what he was talking about.

If Derek knew I was here, he hadn’t tried to make a move. Smart.

After wandering a bit, I finally decided to face the music. I found him hunched over his desk in the main office room. Rain was dancing against the fluorescent lights from the street lamps down below. He hadn’t looked up at me the whole time that I walked up to him. He felt defeat and alone. He had lost everything. He was looking down at his desk, his hands laced together. He looked up slightly, more looking at my shirt than my face.

“I...” His voice was soft and quiet, something unlike the loud, booming man I was used to, “I messed up.”

“Yeah, you did.” It was silent for a moment, then he spoke again.

“Who’s with you?” He asked, his eyes scanning the room.

I narrowed my eyes at him, “No one.”

“Then why do I hear another heart-” His eyes widened. He stared directly at my stomach. I thought I almost saw his ears perk up.

“Are you...”

“I am. I’m having a baby. Emphasis on the ‘I’m’.” I really hadn’t wanted to do much talking, I really hadn’t planned on saying anything besides obscenities and screaming at him. He stood up from the desk and quickly came around, he reached his hand out towards my stomach but I smacked it away.

“You have no right to touch me. Especially when I can still smell her stench on you.” I scrunched up my nose and sneered.

“Look,” He licked his lips, “I can’t give you a good answer or an excuse-”

“Good, because I don’t want one.” I glared.

He looked at me a moment then continued, “I don’t know why I did what I did. Something just came over me. Please tell me you believe me.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

He really should have taken a lesson out of his own book. With amazing speed, I grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the room. When he landed, my features shifted and my eyes glowed red. He groaned, holding at his waist. That’s where he had been injured in the alpha fight, it had healed but it was still sore.

“I don’t want your apologies.” I growled, walking towards him, “I want you to feel what I felt. The pain and the suffering. The violation...” I chuckled darkly, “You know that I felt her hands on you? Touching the most private parts of your body that only I was supposed to feel. Do you know how disgusting I felt afterwards? I felt used and dirty and it wasn’t even my body.” I stepped on his chest with my boot to keep him down on the ground. He still wasn’t looking at me. I snarled, grabbing him by his shirt and shoving him against the concrete pillar he landed on.

“Look at me!” I roared, “You broke me into a million little pieces. You didn’t answer my calls.” I punched him.

“You kept me hidden in the dark about Erica’s death.” I hit him again.

“You wouldn’t let my family communicate with me and when they did they couldn’t even tell me everything that was going on. I was begging to hear from someone, anyone, I was all alone!” I threw him across the room.

“You blocked my number two months ago.” I stalked over to him, ignoring the tears running down my face, “I couldn’t even hear your voice on your goddamn voicemail!” I got down on my knees and grabbed his chin so that his eyes met mine.

“LOOK AT ME!” I screamed, “Look what you did to me! For months you’ve been using our bond for your own strength, strength that used used to heal and have sex with another woman!” My voice was starting to crack as all the things I had thought about were coming out, “See how much my heart broke when I felt how happy you were with someone other than me.” He was finally looking at me. The worst thing though was that his eyes were full of so much love for me, that special twinkle that Peter said only happened when he looked at me. I wasn’t angry anymore, I was devastated.

“I came here to kill you.” I sniffled, my features shifting back to normal, “I wanted to tear your heart out. But I can’t... I can’t because I love you and I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I shouldn’t have hurt you, but I want to because of what you did.” As the anger fogged cleared, I realized that I was just as bad as he was.

“You had every right to hurt me-”

“No, I didn’t. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, “I felt so out of control. I thought I was getting better at it.”

“You were.” Derek sat up slowly, “It’s the baby. All of your emotions are going to be heightened. More than usual.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I made my way towards the exit, not caring that he was calling after me, running to catch up to me. I just left him there. Even when I got home and he tried to get into my window, I just ignored his pleading. What I did wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have hit him or punched him. I was just so angry and that anger clouded my vision.

Weren’t we a pair - one cheats and the other goes into a blind rage. Perfect.

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.41

Word Count: 2,873

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent (brief), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kira Yukimura, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: ---

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“Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?” you turned to Chris once again.

“I’m 100 percent sure. I have Isaac and Allison. Everything’s going to work out,” he replied.

“I should've come with you yesterday,” you sighed.

“I was the one who told you to stay here. I made a decision to go alone and I take responsibility for my actions. Don’t try to blame yourself for this,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you bit your lip.

“Don’t think about him. Go home and get some rest,” he replied softly.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you held in a cry.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” Derek ran to you as you entered the loft, wrapping his arms around you.

“Crap. Sorry, I forgot to, uhm text you,” you shook your head.

“It’s okay. What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s… I need to get to Beacon Hills High. Stiles needs me for something,” you said.

“Hey,” he frowned, stroking your cheek softly.

“I’ll see you later,” you pulled away from him, leaving the loft.

---

You made your way to Beacon Hills High, your mind still traveling back to the previous night, filling your mind with insecurities. Chris lied to you, trying to spare your feelings. Your mom said that things only fell apart after you were born because he didn't like being tied down, he just didn't want to be tied down to you. He wanted a family, but not with you. He had a wife and kids, and you widowed someone and orphaned two kids. Because you couldn't control your powers.

You gripped the steering wheel tighter, your eyes watering as you tried to control your breathing.

You slammed the breaks, seeing Stiles walking next to you.

“Stiles?” you rolled the window down.

“Oh, hey,” he replied.

You immediately took notice of his pale skin, his eyes bags growing thicker, as his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought… I was meeting you at the school,” you said.

“Yeah, my car kind of broke down,” he shrugged.

“Come in. What’s going on?” you asked.

He sat down as his eyes watered, looking at you.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

---

“Stiles,” you started.

“J-Just look…” he pulled you into the Chemistry lab, before freezing.

You looked around, seeing nothing was there. You turned back to Stiles, looking at him.

“Okay, there was… the message on the board telling Barrow to go after Kira. Look, I-I’ll prove it,” he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket, looking at his keys.

You and Scott both gave a worried look to each other before looking back at Stiles, who was looking through his keys.

“I-I swear, there was an extra key. It was the key to the closet. Okay, I-I wrote the message on the board to tell Barrow to go after Kira. I-I led him into the closet to hide,” Stiles started, pacing around nervously as your face softened for your friend.

“Stiles, you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t do that,” you shook your head.

“It was my idea to put all the bolts, a-and screws into the box, to prank Coach. That’s exactly what Barrow used to attack that school bus. He hid a bomb inside of it,” Stiles’ eyes watered slightly as he looked at you and Scott.

“Stiles, that doesn’t make you a killer. Y-You’re not,” Scott shook his head.

“You’re not listening to me! It was me,” he shook his head.

“Stiles, I think you’re just tired,” you said softly.

“No. You need to do a spell and just tell me if something or someone tampered with my head, okay?” Stiles said.

“Stiles, I don’t have my powers,” you started.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t just not have powers, (Y/N). I just need this one thing from you, please. Help me,” his voice wavered.

You took a glance at Scott before looking back at Stiles.

“Look at me,” you put your hands on your shoulders.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Nothing is going on with you. Stiles, the human body can’t survive over 10 days without sleep, as you haven’t slept well for three weeks. You need to get some rest and you just need a break,” you replied.

“I don’t… why are you talking to me like I’m crazy,” his voice lowered as he looked down.

“You’re not crazy, Stiles. You’re tired. Come with me, I’ll take you home, okay?” you asked.

He nodded, looking down as he walked out of the classroom.

“He’s not just tired,” Scott said softly.

“He has insomnia, he’s having hallucinations,” Scott began to elaborate.

“Well, how about I get a doctor to look at him? I’ll take him to the hospital,” you suggested.

He nodded as you kissed his forehead softly, making your way to your car.

---

“Dr. Gardner isn’t here today,” Melissa looked up to the two of you, shaking her head.

You saw Stiles' face drop slightly, as he took a deep breath.

“Well, who else can help us?” you asked.

“I can call an urgent care doctor if you want,” she suggested.

You turned to look at Stiles, who shook his head.

“Okay, how about I look at you. (Y/N), you can just wait here and I’ll take Stiles with me,” Melissa stood up from her chair, walking to the two of you.

“Scott says she has insomnia, he’s hallucinating, probably some other stuff,” you began explaining.

Melissa’s face dropped slightly, as you gave her a confused look.

“I’ll be back soon,” she nodded, walking away hurriedly with Stiles.

---

“Ms.McCall,” you shot your head up as she walked to you.

“Come with me for a second,” she said.

“I gave Stiles some Midazolam, he’ll be out for some time,” she said.

She held your hand as she walked with you to a storage room.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked.

Melissa opened up a storage file, taking out a folder of another patient.

“Mrs.McCall, what happened?” you asked again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She handed you the file, along with a paper in her hand. You looked at both of the lists, realizing they both have the same things on them.

Hallucinations

Insomnia

Irritable

Impulsivity

You looked at the top of the page in the folder, reading the name as your face dropped.

Claudia Stilinski

“N-No… he’s not…” your voice broke as tears rushed to your eyes, falling down as you closed the file, handing it to Melissa.

You covered your mouth, holding back a sob as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Does he know...” you whispered, holding back cries as your voice wavered.

“He doesn’t know yet, and I can’t tell him. Not until I’m 100 percent sure, okay?” she started.

You nodded softly, sniffling as Melissa wrapped her arms around you.

“Don’t tell anyone either. D-Don’t tell Scott or Derek, just wait until…. Until I talk to Noah, okay?” she sniffled.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you cried softly.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

---

You sat on a chair next to Stiles’ bed, looking down at him as your eyes watered. He looked sick and fragile, he looked exhausted. Your mind began thinking back to all the memories you had with him and Scott before Scott became a werewolf. You remember how broken he was after his mother died, and how you stayed by his side for months. You remembered their first day of high school, a mixture of panic and excitement on their faces.

You remembered how he’s always been by your side when something happened, even if you didn't want him there, he never left you. You kissed his forehead softly, looking down at his sleeping figure.

Your phone rang, receiving a call from Scott.

“Hey,” you answered.

“Hey, I kinda need a favor,” he said.

“What’s up?” you looked at Stiles once more before turning away from him.

“Remember the thing Chris was going after yesterday? Well, they’re gonna come back tonight. For Kira. I-I need your help to just keep her safe and keep her in my house until the sun comes back up,” he explained.

“Who’s Kira?” you asked.

“She’s a new student at the school, but she's supernatural, like us. Well, like me. I just need your help,” he said.

You were about to protest, before remembering Melissa’s words. You couldn't tell anyone. But it’s okay, it's only for a few hours, then you would be back.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

---

“Scott?” you walked into the McCall household, immediately feeling the tension in the air as you saw Agent McCall standing in front of Scott.

You saw Scott look at you, before turning back to Rafael.

“Is there a problem, Agent McCall?” you crossed your arms as he turned to face you.

“This really isn't any of your concern, (Y/N), so, please, leave my house,” he snapped back at you.

“It’s not your house and (Y/N) is my friend, she’s staying here,” you walked to Scott, seeing Agent McCall’s laptop on, with a picture of Scott, and Kira on it.

“You want to ask us questions? Get a warrant,” Scott said.

“I don't need a warrant, I’m your father,” Rafael replied.

“You’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, that’s it,” Scott shook his head.

You looked at him with soft eyes, while Rafael looked at him, slightly shocked at his words.

“What’s going on here?” Melissa walked into the house, looking between Scott and Agent McCall.

“Scott,” Kira whispered, motioning to the window, as the sun set.

“Stay here,” you turned to Scott and Kira.

“Who’s that?” Agent McCall asked as he walked to the figure. It wasn't just a figure, it was an Oni. You recognized its face from your books.

“Take a step back,” you warned.

He ignored you, walking to the Oni as it pulled out a sword, stabbing Agent McCall in his shoulder. You gasped as he fell to the floor, Scott and Melissa running to him.

“Kira, is it? I’m (Y/N), just listen to what I say and you’ll be safe, okay?” you quickly turned to her. She nodded her head as you turned, charging at the Oni.

You swung your leg, kicking it in the stomach as it doubled over. Scott quickly pulled Rafael to safety, Melissa behind him.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek’s voice as he ran forward, hitting the Oni and tackling it to the ground.

“Kira!” you saw another Oni appear behind her, as you ran to her, pushing her aside.

It grabbed your head, holding you down as your body went cold. Your teeth began to chatter as their eyes turned yellow, looking into yours. You could feel your body growing weaker as you looked up at it, hearing commotion in the distance. You felt an emptiness inside of you, feeling someone hit the Oni, taking its attention off of you as your body fell to the ground, completely paralyzed as you shivered.

---

Derek held your hand, seeing black veins appear on them as he took your pain, trying to snap you out of your paralyzed state.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you shivered, Derek putting his hand on your back as he wrapped some blankets on your body, helping you up.

“Where have you been all day?” he whispered to you, walking you to the couch as he sat with you.

“I've been…” you looked at Scott, seeing him look at you before you turned back to Derek.

“I was with Chris,” you lied, looking away from Scott to Derek.

“With Chris?” he questioned.

You nodded, pulling the blanket over you tightly as you sniffled.

“Okay,” you knew he could tell you were lying, looking back at Scott.

You motioned to him that you’d explain it all later, as he nodded softly. You looked around the house, seeing Melissa helping Rafael, Scott with Kira, Ethan, and Aiden arguing about whatever, and the Oni locked outside, from a barrier of mountain ash.

“Well, I guess they are going after humans,” Scott sighed, sitting in front of you.

“I don't think so. I don’t have powers but I’m not completely human. I still can't touch mountain ash,” you shook your head.

“If they’re only going after supernatural, why are they after her?” Ethan asked.

“Cuz she’s not human, so what the hell are you?” you could see Kira become nervous, intimidated by the twins as you frowned.

“She’s a kitsune, idiots,” Derek replied, rolling his eyes.

“A kitsune? What type?” you asked.

“I don't know. She probably doesn't either. You can sense it all around her, she’s not good at controlling it yet,” Derek said.

“So they’re after her?” you asked.

“Scott!” you heard Melissa call for Scott as he ran upstairs.

“I don't know for sure,” he replied.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are the twins here?” you asked.

“They want to be in the pack,” Derek replied.

“Well, what does Scott want?” you asked.

“I don't know. They've been following Scott all day,” Derek sighed.

“So? So have you,” you looked up at him.

“I’m a friend,” Derek said.

“So are they,” you replied.

He shook his head, before feeling the ground shaking as you looked up, confused.

You could see dust falling from the ceiling, seeing it shake again.

“Uh, guys…” Ethan said.

The two of you stood up, walking to the door. The Oni took their swords out, hitting the barrier repeatedly.

“What are they trying to do?” Kira asked.

“They're trying to find a weak point and break it,” you replied.

You took a step back, holding Derek’s hand as you tensed slightly.

Scott grabbed his phone, quickly calling Allison.

“Allison? They’re here. What do I do?” Scott yelled into the phone.

There was a moment of quiet as all eyes looked at Scott anxiously, waiting for him to say something.

“Scott, what do we do?” Aiden asked, standing in front of Scott.

“Nothing,” you saw their sword go through the barrier, breaking it.

“A-Are you sure?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Just trust me,” he said.

You saw two of the Oni enter the house, standing in front of Scott and Kira.

Scott and Kira held each other's hands as the Oni held onto them, just as they did you. Ethan took a step forward, as you held him back, shaking your head.

You saw Scott and Kira falling to the floor, both shivering, as the Oni stood up, disappearing.

You ran to Scott, lifting his head up softly.

“Scott?”

---

“So, crazy day, yeah?” Derek said as the two of you walked into the loft.

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed.

“So, where were you today?” Derek asked.

“Something happened with Stiles, and that’s all I can tell you, okay?” you ran your fingers through your hair as his face dropped.

“Yeah, no problem,” he shook his head.

“I’m gonna… I’ll see you tomorrow,” you ran your fingers through your hair as you sniffled.

“You’re… I just thought you were gonna stay here,” Derek’s voice faded as he looked down at you.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now, I just wanna be alone,” you said softly.

“Of course. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, turning his back at you as you sighed.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you said.

“I’m not. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you felt your eyes water slightly as Derek walked away from you.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered as you walked away.

---

You flopped onto your bed, taking off your jacket as you held your pillow, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around it.

You could feel your heart aching in pain as you bit your lip, holding back your tears as you let your thoughts revolve around your head. About Stiles, about your dad and his family, not to mention, Derek was probably upset as you for acting like you were.

You heard some shuffling, leaning your head up as you looked around your apartment. You didn’t see anyone, shaking your head as you sniffled.

You could smell something off, as you raised an eyebrow, looking around your apartment once more.

Holy crap

You jumped up as you saw the fire, burning through your house as you ran out of bed. You could see the fire spreading quickly, as you took a deep breath, feeling your face and body become warm.

You ran to the door, trying to pull it open, finding it jammed somehow.

Not today, not like this

You began to feel panic rising in your chest as you pulled at the door once again, trying to force it open. You let out a soft cry, seeing flames surrounding you as your hands began to shake.

You pounded on your door as your tears streamed down your face, pulling it again.

No, please no

You continued to pull on the door, gasping for air as you felt your throat closing up.

“Someone help! Help me!”

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