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thehollowprince · 3 years

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Sterek, Thiam, & Queerbaiting, Oh My!

(Or how racism and homophobia suppressed the actual representation of gay men in the show that fandom so desperately claimed they wanted.)

So, I'm just going to come out and say it right off the bat: neither of these ships were actually queerbaiting. As a matter of fact, I'd say that those ships just by themselves (and the fandoms that rose around them) were low-key homophobic. The reason I say this isn't just because of the large number of women in this fandom that fetishize mlm sexuality, nor is it about those who attack anyone who has any critique of those ships, its just about the ships themselves.

Now, one could argue that those ships arose from the fandom, and that is true, forever linking canon and fanon in the worst possible way, but this is more to do with the fact that the production of this show cowtowed to the vocal fans on Twitter and put moments in there that, while not explicitly canon, was a not-so-subtle nod to those "fans" that harassed people over crack ships.

Of course, I've been over this before, the pedophilic nature of Sterek and the outright abusive elements to Thiam, but those very real complaints (from an actual gay man like myself) always fall on deaf ears or is usually met with the whole "fiction doesn't affect reality" spiel. And this is incredibly frustrating (or even downright infuriating) to those of us who have had to live with these stereotypes because of our sexuality. To this day there are people out there who equate gay men with pedophiles. That's one of the major talking points for these anti-LGBT religious groups and there's an entire group of people on the internet who are dedicated to promoting a predatory style relationship (Sterek).

What makes the popularity of Sterek so infuriating, is the fact that we had Danny right there. Danny was present in the second episode of the series. We were introduced to him before there was any kind of interaction between Stiles and Derek, and yet he is continually slept on by the fandom, and then by the production as a result of the fandom, which eventually led to Danny just disappearing from the show entirely. To add insult to injury, Danny was practically everything Fandom was crying for when it came to gay representation. He was handsome with a nice body, smart and funny, and everyone liked him, and yet there's usually cricket chirps whenever he's mentioned. Something similar happened to Scott - a character that who stuck fast to his morals and was just an all around good person, and yet so many people violently hated him. Now what could Danny and Scott have in common that made so many people look past them? Gee, I wonder?

Moving forward, once Sterek was no longer a possibility, rather than focus on, I don't know, Mason, a character that was tailor-made for the fandom, they once again make up a crack ship to flock around (Thiam) rather than focus on the actual, consensual relationship that was made up of actual gay characters.

But you may be saying to yourself, "at least these two (Theo and Liam) were around the same age", and you would be right in that regards. But what makes this ship bad, is that it's rooted entirely in first deceit and then later in physical violence. I remember very vividly seeing someone say that Liam and Theo punching each other was how they expressed their affection and I was horrified by that. How many times a day on this app do we see posts floating around that domestic violence is wrong? And then how many times do you see a ship (usually a crack ship) that a fandom loves rooted in physical violence? The disconnect is terrifying.

All of this while Mason and Corey were right there, being cute and in love and everything that fandom claims they want when it comes to representation, yet they're totally ignored in favor of the two straight characters beating the shit out of one another. This is why so many franchises revolving around these "macho men" are able to thrive, even though so many people (mostly women) in fandom claim they want softer men. And yet, whenever a softer man is presented, particularly if they're a man of color, they're brushed aside.

And that's just mlm representation! You hear almost nothing when it comes to wlw representation, unless its to get the women "out of the way".

This all comes down to the racism that permeates every level of fandom. I'm not saying this is intentional, because we've all done it. Hell, I did it. When I joined the Teen Wolf fandom, I followed pro-Sterek blogs and reblogged Sterek posts, because I wanted to be accepted in the fandom, and I bought into the propaganda that was fanon!Sterek. I read the metas and the fics and decided to believe in those instead of what I saw on the screen with my own two eyes. Thankfully, I snapped out of it, but that's why Sterek (and later Thiam) dominated fandom spaces, even making their way to polls for "Best Couple" on many websites.

And then, when these ships don't become canon, fandom screams QUEERBAITING!!! Even though those ships were something made up entirely by the fandom and never something that production considered being canon.

Another big part of how the situation gets as bad as it does is that fandom misunderstands (either accidentally or deliberately) what racism actually means. It's not just the throwing of slurs, it's the preference of the white character over the character of color, even though the latter has everything they said they wanted. Racism is reducing characters of color to stereotypes, such as a brown or brown person being violent (Tamora and Kali) or the sexually obsessed Latino (Scott) or the untrustworthy negro (Deaton and Morrell). Hell, even Boyd was thrust into the silent negro stereotype for some reason.

Now this part, this is as much the production's fault as it is the fandoms, because while the former introduced those concepts (or even if fandom thinks they introduced those concepts) fandom then takes them and blows them out of proportion. How many times have I gotten an ask from that one anon telling me that Scott was "obsessed" with Allison? How many times have I seen metas about how Deaton was "untrustworthy" because he didn't share his every waking thought? How many times did we see particular blogs slut-shame Braeden because she engaged in a consensual relationship with Derek?

And the thing about those is, yes, the original idea was introduced in the show, such as Scott's relationship with Allison or Deaton only offering advice when asked or Derek and Braeden flirting, but fandom took them and cranked them up to eleven in an effort to make these characters look horrible. This is something we don't see at all when it comes to their white counterparts. Stiles is never described as "obsessed" by the fandom despite his fixation on Lydia. Peter is almost never described as "untrustworthy" by the fans despite lying and decieving people all the time. Neither Lydia or Malia are called sluts for being sexually active despite not being in relationships.

When Derek repeatedly assaults Stiles (or Scott, not that fandom cared), it's seen as quirky or romantic (same with Thiam), but when Scott hits Isaac or Jackson, in scenes that were very specifically shown to be comedic, its seen as abusive and violent. Stiles asking Danny if he's "attractive to gay guys" or pausing after Caitlin asked him if he liked guys is deemed proof that he's bisexual, but Scott's interactions with Isaac and Danny (or even Stiles himself), where had they been a guy and a girl, it would have clearly been an intimate moment, is still considered absolutely straight by fandom.

So what's the difference?

It's the racism.

The real kicker at the end of the day here is that fans cry queerbaiting, all the while they're actively sleeping on the actual gay representation that's there. It doesn't fit their aesthetic, so they ignore it, and then wonder why mlm relationships are going down in television. I'm not saying we shouldn't want or demand more representation in media, but people can't be so ignorant as to outright ignore the representation they're given and then wonder why they're not getting more.

Well, this got way longer than I originally intended and I hope I'm not just screaming into the void, but this is an issue that's still relevant, all these years after Teen Wolf ended.

#teen wolf meta #teen wolf fandom problems #teen wolf racism #scott mccall defense squad #anti sterek #anti thiam

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officialmccall · 7 years

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Believe It or Not. Part 22.

(Based off episode 2x10, “Fury”)

Stiles, Scott and Y/n all stood on the creaky wood flooring of Stiles’ bedroom, desperately trying to get through to the sheriff.

“So this is the kid’s real killer?” Mr. Stilinski asked unconvinced.

“Yeah!” Stiles sighed.

“No.” Was the only reply he got from his dad.

“Yes!” the boy yelled back, “Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out, which class they all had in common.” Stiles persuaded.

“Yeah,” the sheriff rolled his eyes, “except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn’t in Harris’s class.”

“All right, okay, you’re right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?” Stiles confidently challenged his father.

“No, you know what? They’re not dropping the charges. But that doesn’t prove anything. Scott, Y/n, do you believe this?” He motioned towards the twins.

“It’s really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it’s Matt.” Scott defended Stiles, Y/n nodding her head in agreement.

“Yeah, he took Harris’s car okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris’s class, that they’d arrest him.”

Stiles dramatically provided the proof.

“All right, fine. I’ll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and it’s coach dead?”

“Isn’t it obvious!” Stiles shouted, “Our swim team sucks!”

Y/n just placed her head in her hands at the sudden comment from the boy, knowing it definitely wasn’t helping their goal to get the sheriff to believe them.

“We don’t have a motive yet,” She interrupted to save Stiles, “But, come on do you have a motive for Harris?” She questioned, causing the sheriff to raise his eyes at her realizing the accuracy of the point she just made.

“What do you want me to do?” Mr. Stilinski sighed focusing on Y/n.

“We need to look at the evidence.” She replied.

“Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work.” He pointedly glanced at Stiles after the last statement.

“Trust me. They’ll let you in.” His son encouraged.

“Trust you?” The sheriff pretty much laughed, Stiles reactively taking a step back. The boy glanced over his shoulder before turning back to his dad, pointing behind him with his thumb before cautiously suggesting, “Trust- trust Y/n?”

“Y/n,” the sheriff hesitated, “I trust.”

---

“It’s two in the morning.” They were greeted by the deputy behind the desk at the station.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t extremely important.”

Behind the sheriff, Stiles whispered to his two companions, “We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?”

“Why?”

“Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?”

“The pregnant girl, Jessica.” Y/n stated the signal that she understood where Stiles was coming from.

“Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could’ve seen him.

As the deputy let them all through, they made their way back to the sheriff’s old office, waiting patiently as he pulled up all the evidence they had for the case on the screen of the computer.

“Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back.” Scott instructed as they scrolled through hours of hospital security footage.

“That’s him! That’s Matt!” Stiles exclaimed while looking at the screen.

“All I see is the back of someone’s head.” The sheriff replied somewhat annoyed.

“Matt’s head, yeah, I sit behind behind him in history. He’s got a very distinct cranium, it’s weird.”

As he babbled Y/n just rolled her eyes, “What’s weird is that you won’t stop talking.” She snapped at him.

He looked back at her and just squinted his eyes at her, mocking her facial expression before turning back around.

“Okay can we scroll forward,” Scott asked, “There’s gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the camera’s.”

They all watched for a few more minutes before they spotted the same figure.

“Right there!” Stiles shouted, “Stop, stop! See, there he is again.”

“You mean the back of someone’s head agan?” the sheriff sassed his son.

“Okay, but look he’s talking to someone.”

Scott and Y/n focused harder on the screen, absolutely recognizing the person talking to Matt.

“That’s our mom.” Scott whispered, and Y/n felt her heart sink a little bit.

“Yeah… our mom.” She trailed off quietly to herself. Trying to solve the mystery that is Matt and the kanima for the last few hours has taken her mind off the other crazy events from tonight.

She wanted to believe Scott when he told her it was just a hallucination, but he didn’t know what that hallucination was. As she looked at her mom on the video footage, she couldn’t help but just hope that she was actually looking at her mom. She wasn’t sure if she could handle someone else she loved lying to her.

While Scott was on the phone with Melissa, getting her to come to the station to make a statement that she had seen Matt at the hospital that day Stiles immediately noticed the uneasy vibe that he was getting from Y/n,

“Hey, he approached gently, “you okay?”

Y/n quickly wiped underneath her eyes before glancing up at Stiles’ concerned face, “yeah, all good.” She lied, “just hoping this is done and over with tonight.

“Why don’t you boys go to the front desk,” Mr. Stilinski interrupted, “tell them to let Melissa in when she gets here.

Y/n used the request as an escape to break eye contact with Stiles. He stared at her a little more, almost begging for a trace of the truth to break through her features. But had to give up and leave the room with Scott, leaving Y/n alone with the sheriff.

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“Derek- can you hear me?” Deaton attempted to reach the unconscious alpha as he stood in the ruins of the Hale house, “ Derek- can you hear me? I need you to answer me, Derek. Derek! We don’t have much time.”

The alpha finally fluttered his eyes open and glanced at Deaton, “you’re gonna be weak for several hours.” Deaton stated before Derek could say anything.

“It actually happened.” Derek whispered to himself, referring to Lydia’s resurrection of his dead uncle.

“Don’t worry. You’re still an alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one.” Derek criticized the wolf as he began to try and sit up.

“Where is he?”

“I wish I could tell you.” Deaton replied, knowing he was asking about Scott.

“Then how about you tell me what you’re doing here, and why you’re helping me.”

“Helping you family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you and your siblings was a promise I made to your mother.” Derek finally actually looked at the vet.

“You’re the one my sister talked about. She said you’re- some kind of advisor?”

“She was right. And i have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn’t come without a price. He’ll be physically weak, so he’ll rely on the strength of his intelligence, he’s cunning. He’s gonna come at you, Derek. He’ll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He’ll tell you that he’s the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him” Deaton instructed the alpha.

“I don’t trust anyone.”

“I know,” Deaton smiled, “If you did, you might be the alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the two people you should trust, don’t trust you at all,”

“Scott and Y/n.” Derek sighed in realization.

“They’re with Stilinski right now, and you need to find them as fast as you can. I’ve known Gerard for a long time, long enough to know he has a plan.”

Derek didn’t say anything, immediately beginning to leave his old house to go help the McCall twins before he was stopped by Deaton’s voice,

“But, Derek, even when this is all over- it's not over. Keeping an eye on her as well as you is still a promise I'm trying to keep, but she's got a lot of things approaching her very soon.”

Derek’s eyes widened, needing no further context to know exactly what Deaton was talking about, “You know who she is don't you?” He stepped back towards the man.

“So do you.” Deaton nodded his head.

Derek knew he was right in trusting his senses when he came to the conclusion on his own, but he also couldn't believe it at the same time.

But right now, he had other things he needed to take care of. Family matters could wait.

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Mr. Stilinski watched as Y/n Mccall watched his son walk out of the room until she could no longer see the two boys, and he smiled lightly.

There was comfortable silence while Y/n slowly paced around the room, awaiting her mother’s arrival- well- yeah her mother.

“Sheriff?” She heard the sound of her brother’s voice, making her turn on her heel, only to find herself hovering her hands over the sides in her jeans where she kept her daggers, but she knew better than to pull them out right now. She needed to have the advantage of Matt not knowing she had them.

Matt was standing directly behind Stiles as he followed them through the door of the office, only he was following them with a gun to their heads.

“Matt? It’s Matt, right?” The sheriff attempted, “Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee you there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.” He calmly negotiated.

But Matt just smiled, “You know, it’s funny you say that, because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.” The sick teenager laughed at his own joke, Y/n swallowing a lump she didn’t even realize had formed in her throat.

“I know you don’t wanna hurt people.” The sheriff held out his hand to the deranged boy, trying his best to ease the threatening situation.

“Actually,” Matt snickered, “I wanna hurt a lot of people. You,” he motioned to his three classmates, “weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, Like Scott is doing. That- that could definitely get someone hurt.” Scott immediately removed his hand from his pocket, a look of guilt draining all the color from his face.

“Everyone. Now!” Matt demanded for all of their phones to be placed on the counter, and they obeyed, easily persuaded under the influence of the loaded gun being pointed in all their directions.

---

“Tighter.” Matt sneered at the boy placing handcuffs on his father, and Stiles tightened the cold metal.

Y/n standing outside of the current room they were in, felt her stomach drop as she saw a flash of red from the corner of her eye. She moved her head towards the vibrant color, only to see three deputies covered in their own blood, chests shredded as if their skin had never been mended together. Y/n shivered, feeling sick and helpless.

“What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?” Her voice trembled as she forced herself to look at Matt.

“No.” He smiled, making his eyes look even wilder, “that’s what Jackson’s for. I just think about killing them, and he does it.” Y/n wish this could be dream, the way his voice sounded, almost as if he was proud of his manipulation and murder.

---

Gerard’s words echoed in Allison’s head after she took the agonizing time to read the letter left for her by her now deceased mother.

“I want you to know she asked me to read it. I told her I shouldn’t, that it was private between the two of you. But she wanted thoughts. As I said before, I don’t know what you’re going through. I wasn’t close to my mother. But reading made me sorry I hadn’t tried to be. Because if this were my mother, if these words were written for me, I don’t know how I could sit still until someone paid for her death. Any pity I’d have for Derek and his pack would be burned out by a white- hot desire for retribution, or a kind of blood and destruction that would have Derek and his wolves howling not for mercy, but for their own sweet deaths.”

He was right, ignoring the consumption of sadness and grief, Allison formed a plan. And god help whoever stood in her way.

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“Deleted.” Stiles narrated from behind the computer in the sheriff’s office, “and we’re done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first- whatever that means- I think we’re good here, right? So I’ll just get my dad, and we’ll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima.” Stiles sarcastically bargained for release from their captivity.

But Matt just smirked, “Sounds like your mom’s here, McCalls.”

“Matt, dont do this,” Scott begged, “When she comes to the door, I’ll just tell her to leave. I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything. Please, Matt.”

“If you don’t move- now, I’m gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom-” He paused before pointing the gun directly at Y/n, “and then your sister.” The action immediately putting Scott and Y/n into motion.

“Open it.”

“Please!” Y/n felt the word slip from her mouth before she could stop it.

“Open the door.” Matt demanded Scott one last time before Scott obeyed without hesitation, quickly grabbing the door handle and swinging it outward only to be met with the wide figure of Derek Hale instead of Melissa McCall.

“Oh thank god.” Scott sighed with relief, the relief short-lasting as they watched Derek fall to the ground paralyzed, Jackson standing behind him.

As Derek unwillingly laid with his back on the floor, he finally took the time to take in the appearance of Matt as Stiles joined the party.

“This is the one controlling him? This kid?” Derek criticized harshly.

“Well, Derek,” Matt started with his voice sounding uncomfortably content, “not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that’s- that’s right. I’ve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It’s like a fricken’ Halloween party every full moon-” Y/n couldn’t help but shrug in agreement at his statement before he continued, “except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?”

Everyone’s gaze in the room now focused on Stiles as Matt awaited his answer, “Abominable snowman. But, uh, it’s more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal.” Stiles’ reward for his sarcastic rambling was Jackson’s poison infused claws being dragged along the skin on Stiles’ neck.

“Hey!” Y/n took a step forward in complaint, only to step back immediately when Jackson’s yellow eyes flicked to her movement.

“You bitch.” Stiles hissed as he fell face first towards the floor, landing on top of Derek.

“Get. Him. Off of me.” Derek seethed through his teeth, Y/n throwing her hand over her mouth to avoid laughing during a completely serious and ‘life-or-death’ situation.

“Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair.” Matt joked, “It must kind of suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you’re not used to feeling this helpless.”

“Still got some teeth,” Derek snapped, “Why don’t you get down here a little closer, huh? We’ll see how helpless I am.” Feeling a little intimidated, Matt stood back up from his original position of hovering over Derek.

“Yeah, bitch.” Stiles’ voice cracked, seconding Derek’s threat.

A knock on the door interrupted the sarcastic tension, Matt turned on his heel, “Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her.” Matt unconvincingly promised, making Y/n’s nerves increase, scared of all that could happen during tonight’s events.

“Scott, don’t trust him.” Y/n yelled.

“This work better for you?” Matt snapped his gaze towards the girl as he pointed the gun at the back of Stiles’ head. Y/n was frozen in place, the thought of him actually pulling the trigger making her feel like she was going to throw up.

“okay , just stop! Stop!” Scott desperately attempted to tone down the controversy.

“Then do what I tell you.” Matt whispered, lowering the gun after what felt like an eternity to Y/n.

“Okay, alright.” Scott began lowering his hands which were being held in the air as he tried to calm Matt down.

“You-” Matt motioned towards Jackson, “take ‘em in there,” referring to Stiles and Derek, “You two- with me.” Gesturing towards the two McCall twins.

Y/n didn’t move at first, too focused on Jackson’s controlled form dragging the paralyzed bodies of her friends out of sight.

“Hey!” She heard Matt’s voice yell, snapping her head in his direction to catch him instructing her to stand in front of him, next to Scott, so that as they walked out ahead of them he could keep the loaded gun pointed at their figures.

Glancing at Scott, her brother simply nodded his head towards her in an attempt to convince her that everything would be okay, they would get out of this. And as much as she trusted Scott, the feeling of a bullet being .02 seconds away from entering her skull made her feel otherwise.

As the three of them walked through the door, they were met with Melissa already inside the building standing behind the front desk, ignorantly unaware of the deputies dead body laying just inches from her feet.

“Mom?” Scott called out to her, and she smiled instantly at the sight of her son and daughter.

“You scared me,” She laughed lightly, “where is every-” The words fell silent from her mouth the same way her smile instantly stopped widening the features on her face. Her children being held at gunpoint, by the same teenager that she was there to testify against in the first place.

“Mom, just do what he says.” Scott made sure to clarify immediately.

“He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.” Y/n pleaded, knowing her mom was already tempted to run towards them.

“He’s right.” Matt smirked, before lowering his gun and aiming towards Scott’s abdomen, and then firing.

The gunshot echoed through Y/n’s ears, and throughout the metal walls of the station.

“Scott!” Y/n screamed, trying to run towards him before Matt stopped her movements by aiming the gun at her. She held he hands up in defeat.

“Wait, baby-” Mellisa cried, hesitantly trying to get closer to Scott to help heal his wound- unaware that the healing process had already began.

“Back, Or the next bullet goes in your daughter.” Matt yelled at their mom as she obeyed his threat, Matt just smiled at Y/n before whispering, “she has no clue that shooting you means much more permanent things than it does for Scott, does she?”

Y/n didn’t say anything, not giving him the satisfaction of wasting her breath. She just glared, through her intense stare she imagined herself strangling him with her bare hands for hurting her brother.

“I said get back!” He drew his attention back towards Melissa.

“Scott.” Melissa couldn’t think of anything else to say but his name.

“Mom, do it. Please, mom.” Scott begged as she finally began to step back, covering her mouth with her shaking hands to eliminate the sound of her sobs.

“Get up, McCall.” Matt instructed, as Scott immediately began struggling to get himself off the ground.

“Matt, Matt listen to me.” The sheriff’s voice yelled from the other room, where he was handcuffed to the pole.

“Shut- shut- shut up!” Matt covered his head with his hands, shutting his eyes to keep all the voices out of his head, “Everybody shut the hell up! Now, get up, or I Shoot her next.”

He re-pointed the gun at Y/n, motivating Scott to stand up quicker.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor.”

“You think so?” Matt chuckled at Melissa’s naivety.

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“Hey, hey, you listen to me.” The sheriff angrily acknowledged Matt as he made Y/n lock her mother in a cell.

“It’s all right. I’m okay.” Scott reassured the sheriff.

“No, honey, you’re not okay.” Melissa shook her head as silent tears continued to flow freely down her cheeks, smearing mascara. As Y/n finalized the lock on the cell, Melissa grabbed her hand before she could pull away, causing Y/n to look up and meet her mother’s eyes.

Melissa admired her daughter, looking into her eyes and noticing how brave she was being right now, braver than she ever could be.

“We’re gonna be okay, mom.” Y/n promised, as she squeezed her mom’s hand lightly and quickly, knowing she didn’t have much time before Matt noticed they were communicating. She let go and turned her back towards to cell.

“Please. Let me just take a quick look.” Melissa tried another failed attempt.

“Shut up- lady! If you keep talking, I’m gonna put the next bullet through his head.”

“Okay. Okay.” Melissa knew she was finally done trying to negotiate with him.

“Back to the front, you two.” Once again, Scott and Y/n obeyed his demands.

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“The evidence is gone. Why don’t you just go?” Y/n questioned as soon as the door shut behind them.

“You- you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I- I want the book.”

“What- what book?” She shook her head, completely confused on what he was talking about.

“The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing.” He clarified.

“I don’t have it,” Scott interjected, “It’s Gerard’s. What do you want it for anyway?”

“I need answers” His voice shook with anger, but Y/n could’ve sworn he sounded just as scared as he did angry.

“Answers to what?” Y/n yelled, exasperated.

“To this!” Matt snapped back, rushing to lift up his shirt. Revealing the same scales that cover the kanima, are now beginning to cover the side of his own body.

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“He wants the bestiary.” Chris stated as he looked at the text sent from Allison’s phone from Scott.

“That’s not from Scott. He wouldn’t have texted me. And he definitely wouldn’t have, mentioned Derek.” Allison defended, placing her hand on the surface of the wooden table in their basement.

“The sheriff”s station?” Gerard asked.

“If Derek is really there, I doubt it’s willingly.” Chris inquired.

Allison furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought, “You think Jackson’s there too?”

“Maybe.” Her dad confirmed, “Maybe him and the once controlling him.”

“This might be the confluence of events events we’ve been hoping for.” Gerard snickered, sounding optimistic.

“Confluence or conflagration?” Chris questioned his father, not trying at all the hint of suspicion in his tone.

Gerard just raised his eyebrows at his son’s bravery, “I’m open to both.”

“What do we do now?” Allison interrupted, practically squirming to leave the confined space and shoot an arrow at [someone]

“Maybe you should tell us,” Gerard suggested taking both Allison and Chris by surprise, “That authority falls to you now.”

“Not at her age.” Chris was quick to shut the idea down.

“She’s almost 18. She knows there’s a difference between revenge and retribution, Don’t you, Allison? Make the decision from a vantage point of strategy over emotion, and we’ll follow your lead.”

Allison felt her shoulders tense up at the new added pressure and independence. But as she glanced between her father ad Gerard, gaze landing back on her trusted bow & arrow, she never felt more powerful. More in control of her life.

“I want Derek dead.” The words left her mouth before she even knew she said them.

“What about Scott?” Chris challenged her.

“Scott’s not the one who forced my mother to kill herself.” She replied, eerily calm in saying so.

“He’s not exactly an innocent bystander either. You can’t pick and choose-”

“But I can prioritize.” Allison raised her voice, cutting off her dad to put her new leadership in his perspective, she would not be treated like a child any longer- “And the priority right now is Derek. And if his pack tries to protect him, then we kill them. All of them.”

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“You know, I- I feel sorry for you, McCall, ‘cause right now you’re thinking, ‘how am I gonna explain this when it heals?’ And you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. ‘Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die.” Matt taunted as he stood closer to Scott then Y/n would’ve liked as she watched from a short distance away. Then again, Matt could be 800 miles away and to her that would still be too close for comfort.

“Is that what happened to you?” Y/n whispered, but she knew Matt heard her, “You drowned, didn’t you?” She questioned, she wanted answers and if he was gonna make her and everyone she cared about play his game, then she was going to mess with the rules a little bit. And right now, that meant an explanation.

“He shouldn’t have let them drink.” Matt’s eyes started to shine as his tear ducts threatened to empty themselves.

“Who?”

“The swim team, you idiot!” He snapped at Y/n, “I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know they had just won state, and Lahey, he’s letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they’re 17, right?” Matt became angrier as the answers they were looking for drew closer.

“Were you at Isaac’s?” Y/n was careful to keep her tone calmer, knowing that pissing off the unstable teenager couldn’t be the best idea.

“He had this first edition spider-man, or was it batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I’m over there and I hear music. And everyone’s having a good time, and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then- and then Bennett goes in and- and then Camden. Isaac’s jarhead older brother, he grabs me. He thinks it’s funny.”

Y/n understood what happened now, a 7 year old boy forced to face his biggest fear.

“They threw you in.” She began to feel- sympathy. Trauma can do crazy things to a person, she was beginning to understand that.

“I-I yelled that I can’t swim, but nobody listens,” Matt was now screaming, “I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see those bodies underwater. I- I see Jessica’s got her hands down Sean’s board shorts. Tucker’s grabbing Kara. And I’m drowning. I’m dying, and they’re laughing. All of a sudden, I was just- I’m lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says- ‘You tell no one! This is your fault! You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing!’”

Matt took a second, breathing deeply before his voice returned to a more calm manner, “And I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn’t even look at me. I’d wake up in the middle of the night. I’d gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was an asthmatic. They - they - they - they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I - I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then - then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed. : I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just - I look at him, and I - I wanna see him dead. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like - like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?”

“Was- was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?” Scott shrugged in his attempt.

“God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass! The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change. And guess what. He didn't even recognize me. So when he wasn't looking, I took a shot of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead.”

Matt chuckled to himself, “So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture- And Jackson would take their life.” His sense of pride made Y/n sick.

---

All of the sudden a crap ton of noise and sirens from outside the station grabbed Matt’s attention.

“What is this? What is this? What’s happening? What’s going on?” He began frantically moving his head around, searching for the source of the noise.

“I don’t know.” Scott reassured him that he wasn’t planning something.

Y/n took this chance to make a run for it, running back to the room where Stiles and Derek were left. When she lept through the door frame, she was met with Stiles still paralyzed on the ground while Derek seemed to have broken through the trance, eyes glowing vibrant red.

“Take him! Go!” The alpha instructed Y/n, and she began to take action. Hooking her arms underneath Stiles armpits, dragging him as his lower half stayed in contact with the ground. She pulled him into the hall and around the corner, away from where the fighting had broken out. From what she could see, Argent was trying to take control of the situation. Once she got Stiles situated, she took the time to actually look at his face.

“You okay?” She knew she didn’t have much time but she also knew there was no way she was leaving him unless she knew for sure.

“I’m good, you go.” He promised, attempting to nod his head as much as the paralysis would let him as it began to wear off.

“Okay, don’t move.” Y/n stood up to walk away until the poor choice of words she had just used hit her, she turned back to look at Stiles’ glare. She knew that if he could roll his eyes he would be right now.

“You know what I mean.” She turned away again, back against the wall and taking a deep breath before she revealed herself. In one quick and confident movement, She removed the chinese daggers from where they were being stored and began walking with purpose away from Stiles. And he watched, and even if the situated the were in was life-threatening, and whispered, “That’s hot.”

---

Scott was running too, trying to get back to his mom and the sheriff so that he could free them. But as he rounded the corner, imagine his surprise when he ran into his girlfriend aiming her crossbow directly at him.

“Oh, sh- Allison?”

“Where’s Derek?” She ignored his surprise.

“What are you doing?” He avoided her eyes, way too occupied by the weapon in her hands.

Allison sighed disappointedly, “If you’re not going to tell me, then get out of my way.” She seethed.

Scott shook his head, “Allison-”

“Where is he.” She asked once more, raising her voice.

“What happened?” No matter how intimidating she tried to be, he wasn’t scared. Too concerned, knowing that anger she was exhibiting was just a mask for whatever was going on.

“Scott-” Allison’s voice broke slightly as she said his name, ruining her act of power, but she quickly pulled herself together before she could let too much emotion through, “Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. I need to go. Just stay out of my way.”

And before he could grab her arm, she was running away from him and out of sight completely. He knew her heart was broken and confused right now, and so was his.

---

Y/n found herself back in the main front area of the sheriff station, it was quiet and there was no one around. The silence only making her grip her weapons tighter, convinced the silence was too much of a relief. Unaware of one of the Argent’s hunters slowly standing up from behind her, she had no way to defend herself when he wrapped his arm under neck, puncturing deeply and cutting off her ability to breathe as the inside of his elbow pressed further.

She instantly gasped, the air leaving her lungs leaving her stunned. Y/n could feel her face turning purple, so quickly regaining her composure, she smiled. Which, in this situation would usually seem like an awfully weird reaction, but for Y/n it meant she knew she was about to win. How did a trained hunter miss the fact that she had two fricken knives still woven between her fingertips? Rotating the sharp metal so that she could get the most leverage, she impaled both of the hunter’s legs without hesitation. Sending him to the ground and grunting in pain, but he recovered quickly.

Knocking her legs out from under her, he climbed on top of her as her back hit the ground, Y/n had lost her daggers at the sudden involuntary movement, so he retrieved them from his position and held one up to her cheek.

“You dumbass bitch, you’re just a kid.” He taunted her as he pressed her own weapon harder against her skin until it went far enough the break through. Y/n felt the warm red substance roll down her cheek, and she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. “Why don’t you just stick to worrying about boys and cheerleading practice?”

“Actually,” Y/n replied to his arrogant words, in one quick motion she kneed him right between the legs to catch him off guard before head-butting him. The impact caused the hunter to fall backwards to a kneeling position on the ground. But she didn’t give him any time to recover before she grabbed a stapler from the countertop and smacked him across the side of his head. Knocking him unconscious, she watched as the hunter fell to the ground before she finished her sentence, “Cheerleading practice was yesterday.”

She wiped the trickling the blood from her cheek before glancing up at the figure in the entrance, Derek look just as stunned as she was at the beginning of her little experience just now.

“I came to help you.” He stated dumbfounded.

Y/n just started walking towards him, and as she got close enough to pass by him, breathing heavily she kept her face completely as she said, “I think I got it.” Then she continued past him, heading off in the direction of her mother and the sheriff.

He turned around watching her walk away before whispering to himself not loud enough for her to hear, “I think you do too.” Before following after her.

---

“Matt,” Melissa begged, “Matt, please, listen to me. My son has been shot, and I’ve heard other gunfire, and I don’t know what’s happening, but can you please just let me see my son?” Matt laughed at he looked at the sobbing mother.

“How clueless are you people?”

Y/n and Derek made finally reached their intended destination, except Y/n determined to just walk into the room where Matt and her mother and the Kanima were placed one foot inside before a forceful arm pulled her back against the wall directly outside the room.

“What are you doing?” She whispered shouted at the owner of the arm who happened to be Derek.

He looked around the door frame before meeting Y/n’s eyes so he could answer her question.

“Walking into that room without a plan would be like pointing a loaded gun at yourself.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the metaphor, “Alright Mr. Alpha what’s your brilliant plan.”

He glanced at her questionly at the nickname, but before he could answer her question Scott went directly passed them and into the room, attacking the kanima without a second thought.

Derek sighed, “I guess the plan is make sure Scott doesn’t screw up.” He replied sarcastically before releasing his fangs and running into the room to help the beta, Y/n following after. She would’ve helped fight but when she walked in and saw the sheriff unconscious on the ground, she decided to attend to him. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she picked his body up placing his back against the wall.

Mr. Stilinski instantly woke, reaching for his gun in a panic.

“Woah-woah, it’s just me. You’re okay.” Y/n was quick to calm him back down.

“Oh, Scott? Scott? No.” Y/n heard the quiet whisper of her mother’s voice, she turned to see Melissa backing away from the front of the cell she was still currently locked in. Scott’s back was to Y/n, but she could tell that the way her mother was reacting, his eyes were certainly yellow instead of brown. The secret was no longer.

---

Peter watched from the top of the bridge, far enough away to not be seen, as Gerard pushed the psychotic teenage boy underneath the surface of the crystal water. The boy struggled, until he didn’t.

The kanima stood distraught on the other side of the riverbank, his master’s body left floating helplessly in the water.

“No longer afraid of the water?” Gerard addressed the scaled creature, “Well, you don’t have to be afraid of anything, my friend. Especially me.”

Gerard held his hand up to the Kanima. And slowly, the Kanima’s claws came in contact with Gerard’s long and bony fingers.

Peter’s smirk fell, instantly.

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