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Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 1
Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf
Teen Wolf Masterlist | part 2
Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x supernatural!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale.
Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, murder | afab!reader (she/her pronouns) | wc: 3.1k
Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)
Premise: Suspicious deaths were a common occurrence in Beacon Hills—especially after things seem to be actually looking good when a previous problem is fixed. Now Scott and the pack are having to investigate a string of murders happening that not only reek of supernatural, but linked to an renowned event they’ve learned in history class.
Note: I’m hyperfixating on Titanic as of late so I have a lot of ideas involving AU’s and retelling with various fandoms. I just did a TGM au with Bradley Bradshaw and currently have a Twilight one in the works so expect a lot of Titanic in my works when I’m not writing requests.
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Riddles were a tricky little thing. And when used in a malevolent way where to find the answer to a solution one must crack the code, riddles can become a person’s worst enemy.
And the one laying on the table of Derek’s loft was becoming their enemy.
Murders, which was becoming a common occurrence lately in Beacon Hills, were happening where the people were nearly drained of their blood by cutting their throats and wrists before letting them hang upside down. Stiles' father was overwhelmed with stress. Not to mention he was having to come to terms with the reality his town was a beating heart for supernatural creatures. Like how his sons best friend since childhood was a fucking werewolf.
And while it was presumed a human serial killer was responsible for the murders, the pack had an inkling it was more sinister. Investigating on their own they found more suspicious reasons to believe it was supernatural.
Only problem, they had no clue who or what it was.
They were all gathered over the table—save for Peter who was nestled on the couch. Stiles was rubbing a thumb over his lip, becoming frustrated as he was usually on top of solving riddles. Lydia was beside him, deep in thought as she read over the paper silently.
“He just left this here?” Scott glanced at Derek, who was standing with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the table.
“Right outside the door. Like he wanted us to find it.”
“And you heard nothing?” Stiles’ question earned him a glare. “Super hearing and you didn’t hear someone stabbing a piece of paper into your front door?”
“If I did you think I would’ve let him leave the damn note?” Derek spoke harshly.
“Riddle.”
“—knowing all it is is a distraction so he can kill more people.”
“It’s not just a distraction,” Allison interrupted the two bickering, staring hard at the note. “It’s an order. He’s asking us to find someone.”
“Yeah,” Isaac scoffed, “who we have no idea is.”
“Read it again,” Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. With a huff, Stiles took the paper in his hands, clearing his throat before reading aloud for all to hear.
Have you figured it out yet?
Were my clues not enough?
You’re thinking too hard now,
Let me show you it’s not so tough.
Our faces the same,
As they were the day we changed.
Only the eyes no longer its color,
A price for the exchange.
You’ll find it almost disheartening,
When you learn of what we do.
Our nature is uncanny,
But it’s not so far from you.
Find the one I’m looking for,
And I’ll stop the chaos and the pain.
Are you ready?
Here’s your hint.
Time is of the essence,
So you better make it quick.
Wearing the Heart of the Ocean,
She’s closer than it seems.
For I seek the one I turned,
Who was on the Ship of Dreams.
Silence fills the loft, everyone thinking hard of what it could mean. There were so many clues but so vague it was difficult to puzzle them together.
“Well we know it’s someone supernatural,” Isaac hummed, attempting to lighten the situation.
“Yeah we got that genius,” Peter muttered.
“And he’s looking for a woman,” Allison added, ignoring Peter’s sarcasm. “Someone he turned. And was on a ship?” It comes out more like a question, “that could mean a lot of things.”
“Could it be a werewolf?” Scott turned to Derek
The man shook his head, “I don’t think so.”
“But the thing about the eyes—.”
“Many shapeshifters' eyes are like ours. That doesn’t mean it’s a wolf. Plus he said they’re not wolves.”
“How do you know?”
Derek rolls his eyes as though it were obvious, “he wrote, ‘our nature is uncanny, but it’s not so far from you,’. If they were wolves he would’ve said so.”
“Maybe another Kanima?” Allison suggested, “the master looking for his puppet?”
Stiles cuts in, narrowing his eyes on the last verse, “Why would he bold the first and last line of the last clue—these ones,” he places the paper flat on the table. Lydia, the closest to him, leans in as his finger points to the verse. “Heart of the Ocean and the—.”
“Ship of Dreams,” she finishes, voice going low as realization hits her. All eyes turn to her, confusion in their gaze until the name leaves her lips. “Titanic.”
“What?” The question came from Scott, but all were thinking the same. There’s no way she was talking about the most famous shipwreck in history.
“Titanic,” Lydia repeated, this time more confidently. Her own finger came up to point where Stiles' finger had been. “They used to call it the Ship of Dreams.”
“Titanic?” Isaac’s tone was full of doubt. “You mean the ship that sank a century ago?” He couldn’t help but add, “And the movie Leonardo DiCaprio dies in.”
She rolls her eyes, “I don’t recall any other having the same name.”
“The anniversary is coming up,” Derek starts to say, deep in thought like it was all coming together. “It would make sense.”
“Wait—hold on,” Stiles lifts a dramatic hand. “We’re talking about THE Titanic—like Isaac said—that sank a hundred years ago. A hundred,” he repeats to show his point. “Anyone who is alive—even if they were a werewolf or shapeshifter or whatever the hell you want to call it,” he glances at each of them, “would pretty much be on their last breath of life. If this woman were a newborn baby at the time she’d be at least one hundred years old by now.”
In the debate none had noticed Peter moved from the couch to the window. The chuckle leaving his mouth caught their attention. Stiles makes a sound, “I’m sorry, do you wanna share with the class what you obviously know that we’re missing?”
“Our faces are the same,” he says the opening line of the second verse, only drawing confusion and annoyed looks from the others. “As they were the day we changed.” The man pauses, letting it sink in before continuing, “If the woman he’s looking for was on Titanic then she likely was an adult. Considering he turned her, probably by saving her from freezing to death or drowning, and she wears the same face she did the night she was turned…” Peter steps away from the window, now facing the group.
“She’s not aging. At all. Meaning…..she’s immortal.”
The silence following his confession is eerie, eyes flicking over each other to see if they were reacting the same. Immortal. Though the term was familiar it felt almost foreign. Never had they dealt with someone immortal. Unable to die and was walking the Earth acting as though they were human. Now Beacon Hills had two in its possession. They needed to work fast and the riddle only had pieces of the puzzles.
So who—or more like what, was immortal?
"What are you getting to?” Scott narrowed his eyes, Wanting a straightforward answer to what they were dealing with.
Peter clasps his hands behind his back, slowly inching forward,” It’s not shapeshifters you’re looking for.” He takes a step closer, “or a Kanima and its master.” Another step, “or a dark Druid.” Another step brings him right next to Derek, eyes flicking to the paper. “There are few creatures blessed with immortality—or cursed if you look at it another way. But most of them are born with it. Take Gods and fairies for example.”
“Oh my God—those exist?” Stiles feels his mind implode, “Are we about to fight Gods?”
“No,” annoyed at being interrupted Peter rolled his eyes. “I just said those are immortals that are born with their powers. And I don’t know if they exist, I’ve haven’t met one yet. Anyway, this one—.” His finger touches the riddle, “was turned. And likely the person who did was too.”
“So what is it then,” Scott was becoming impatient. And who could blame him really. For all they know it someone was already being drained of their blood at that very moment. “What’s the immortal that’s turned not born?”
“Come one,” he scoffs, like he couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out. “Ever wonder why the victims were drained of their blood?” The one question had everyone's face become colorless. “Has Stiles's father not caught on the wounds were made after they were dead?” Why their throat was slashed….but had two little puncture holes on either side?” Peter glances around at every person, catching the nervousness of their gaze as though they already knew what he was about to say but wished it wasn’t.
“The creatures you’re looking for…..are vampires.”
The rest of the night the pack was gathering as much information as they could about the passengers aboard Titanic—all 2,240 of them—while also trying to figure out any other clues within the riddle. They still couldn’t believe it was a vampire responsible for the murders. And that he was hunting someone he created who, still to their shock, was a passenger aboard Titanic.
And with 2,240 people on the ship during its ill fated maiden voyage…they were in for a long night.
“Okay so we know they’re vampires—our killer is the one who turned the woman he’s searching for into a vampire. She was on Titanic when it sank meaning—,” Stiles wrote furiously across the notepad, the riddle next right beside it. “He was on it too. Now we could narrow this down several ways. Either by searching through the passengers class or going through who survived because as Lydia pointed out,” the hand holding the pen points to the redhead, “RMS Carpathia recorded the names of the survivors before they reached New York.”
Either method was good, but there was a problem with the latter. As Allison pointed out, “but what if they never knew she was there? I mean having a newly turned vampire on a ship filled with people is a recipe for disaster.”
Derek nods, agreeing with her, “Her eyes would’ve made it obvious.”
“How so?” Asked Isaac.
Peter is the one to explain, “Vampires in our world are different from what you see on TV. They aren’t these pale, corpse-like, individuals who look like they belong in the morgue. They’re rather human-like if they’re equipped with a special glimmer that allows them to come off as mortal.”
“Glimmer?” Lydia raised a brow, finding the word a bit comical given the creature they were dealing with.
“We’ll get to that. But any vampire who’s newly turned will have red eyes—blood red eyes.”
“How fitting,” Stiles couldn’t help but groan. “So what, are you saying she’s likely wearing contacts to hide her eyes.”
“Possibly,” Peter hums with a shrug, “wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This day in age makes it easier for vampires to conceal their nature. But considering our little vampire was turned in 1912…her creator probably hid her on the Carpathia—or as outrageous as it sounds, swam her across the remainder of the Atlantic ocean.”
Derek closes the book in front of him, detailing the events of the RMS Carpathia rescue of Titanic’s passengers. “However he saved her can wait,” he leans his hands onto the table, “We need to figure out the last clue of this riddle.” Moving the riddle to him, Derek reads, “Wearing the Heart of the Ocean, she’s closer than it seems.”
Lydia bites her lip, typing away on her laptop. “If I didn’t know it any better…it sounds like he’s trying to reference a piece of jewelry. Probably a necklace or something.”
Peter rubs his jaw deep in thought, “That could be the source of her glimmer.”
“The necklace?” Stiles wonders aloud.
“Usually most vampires would prefer a ring or bracelet,” he waves a hand, “It’s small and concealable. Very easy for a Druid to enchant the item and allow the vampire to give off the effect to other supernatural beings they’re human. Prevents them from being obliterated by the sun. That’s their glimmer. Sealed within the jewelry to act as a camouflage. So long as they have it on,” he shrugs lightly, “you’d never know what they truly are.”
“And she’s been passing off as a human in Beacon Hills. For God knows how long,” Lydia opens a separate browser, hands hovering over the keyboard. “If her necklace has a name like Heart of the Ocean it shouldn’t be too hard to find. We find the Heart of the Ocean, we find her.” Her words have Allison come over beside her, realization crossing her face.
“Isn’t that the name of the necklace Rose wore in the movie?” Right as she finished her sentence, the image popped up on the screen of said necklace after Lydia typed the name into Google. “So it was real after all?”
“Appears to be,” Lydia was just as amazed. Stiles leans over her other side, eyes bulging at the sight of the large blue heart-shaped diamond surrounded by tiny little white ones.
“That’s gotta be worth a billion dollars.”
“350 million to be exact,” Lydia reads off. “At least today it is. Back then it was worth probably not even a quarter of that price—but still big for its time.”
“So…” Isaac taps his finger to his mouth, glaring up at the ceiling from where he was seated, legs perched on the table. “We’re looking for a vampire—probably at least 120 give or take a few years—who is passing off as human because of a magic necklace worth more than our entire lives. Wonderful.”
Scott takes a glance, letting out a whistle, “That had to have belonged to a first-class passenger. I’d say we start there.”
“On it,” Lydia begins to search records of the names aboard Titanic with First-class tickets. While she’s doing that the pack gathers to the makeshift board Stiles had created, adding notes to it as they go.
Stiles tapes the new information on the necklace to next to the verse on the copy of the riddle they made. “Heart of the Ocean a.k.a the magic necklace making the vampire appear human. To be honest, if someone were wearing a necklace that extravagant in Beacon Hills it’d be noticeable.”
Scott agreed, “She’s probably keeping it under her clothes. I mean I would. Lydia, did you find anything on who it belonged to?”
The redhead makes a huff, “from what the article says,” she clicks on a link, “it belonged to American socialite Y/n L/n as a gift from her husband Theodore Ford on their wedding day. He had it custom made overseas on a trip to France.” Lydia’s eyes widened at the next line, “She was the niece of John Rockefeller and he was the nephew of Henry Ford.”
“Good God,” Stiles made a sound, many of the others showing a similar reaction. “What a match made in heaven…and money.”
“Great,” Peter plops onto the couch, “our vampire was a once billionaire socialite—well maybe not billionaire. That’s a far reach. Since she was only the niece of Rockefeller and her hubby was a Ford she probably only had a snippet of their families fortune.” The man rolls his neck, hands clasped on his lap with his legs kicked up. “She shouldn’t be too hard to find then. All we need is a picture.”
Derek gives his uncle an annoyed look, “We don’t if it’s her or not. Maybe the necklace was stolen by her creator and that’s how she got it.”
“What else does it say?” Allison turns her attention back to her best friend. In her head she couldn’t help but feel there was something missing. That they were so close to the answer.
Lydia continues on, “It says here that they married in 1901–Y/n aged nineteen and Theodore aged twenty-one. They had a son, Benjamin, born 1905 and Theodore died six years later in 1911 from a car accident.” She scrolls down a bit, brows furrowing a tad and makes a sound of ‘eureka!’ “Y/n was gifted two First-Class tickets for her and her son aboard Titanic by her uncle John Rockefeller. They boarded the ship during Titanic’s first stop to Cherbough, France….survivors of Titanic recall last seeing Y/n place her son Benjamin into a lifeboat before being denied entry since it had reached maximum capacity,” a feeling of heartbreak fills the redhead, soon followed by defeat as she reads “It is believed Y/n L/n drowned as the ship submerged beneath the surface on April 15, 1912, as her body was never recovered as one to have perished from hypothermia in the freezing waters. Nor was she listed on the records of survivors on RMS Carpathia. Her son Benjamin was soon taken in by her mother where he remained in New York City until his sudden death in 1918 by influenza.”
A moment of silence passes as they take in the information. For Allison and Lydia, they couldn’t help the sadness for the woman they didn’t even know. To have to say goodbye to your child, likely promising them you’d get on the next boat and would be reunited shortly, only to never see them again.
The redhead suddenly straightens her posture.
“What is it?” Scott hears her heartbeat quicken. Worry takes his features when Lydia appears as if she saw a guest. Everyone else looks the same when she brings a hand to her mouth. “Lydia?” There’s a slight tremor in her hand when she pulls it away.
“She’s closer than it seems.” She whispers the line from the final verse. Tone filled with near distraught.
Allison takes a hesitant step forward. From where they were all standing they could also see the light of the screen hitting Lydia’s complexion. Whatever was on it was hidden from their view. “Lydia…”
“I-I thought it meant that by finding the Heart of the Ocean we’d be able to spot whoever was wearing it. That we’d have to maybe knock on every door in Beacon Hills until we find whoever is hiding it—as stupid as that sounds. Because who in their right mind if they knew they were being hunted would just hide in plain sight? But….” her breath picks up, slight horror and astonishment as she stares back at the screen. “He knows where she is—h-he wants us to find her, because she can lead us to him.”
“Lydia….” Stiles slowly draws closer to her. Peter moves to stand from the couch, expression unreadable and as was Derek’s.
But Lydia’s eyes never move from the screen. “The riddle—it was just his game. He knows exactly where she is. He has to. Because she’s been under our nose all along—closer than we could’ve imagined.” Finally the redhead looks up to the anxious eyes of everyone, revealing the shocking truth with the slow turn of the laptop.
“She boarded Titanic as Y/n L/n,” the screen shows a sepia image causing Allison to gasp, Isaac to mutter ‘holy shit’, Stiles to drop his marker, and Scott to feel his stomach drop. Derek and Peter shared a look, Derek more anxious than his uncle. “But she’s been living as Loretta Andrews.”
There on the screen, listed as the socialite Y/n L/n and wearing the jaw-dropping necklace called the Heart of the Ocean, was a woman whose face the teenagers had seen every Monday to Friday for the last three months. Who looked no older than the age of 30 like in the picture and had arrived in Beacon Hills shortly before the spring semester.
Their English teacher, Loretta Andrews.
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Imagine Being A Newbie in Beacon Hills And Part Of A New Super Species
Stiles: Wait?! A what?!
Y/N: A Were-Dinosaur. Apex Predator. Top of the food chain. Think of us as a Kanima, but bigger, meaner, more teeth.
Scott: Then why come here?
Y/N: Someone ambushed my pack in Los Angeles. Whoever they are know about the Deadpool, and are trying to expand out of Beacon Hills. I’m here to kill it at the source.
Stiles: Like rip it in two?
Y/N: Something like that. Besides you gonna need all the help you can get.
Scott: Guess we’ll take it. You might be right about help, but said your pack. Are they like you?
Y/N: Yeah.
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Kira Yukimura x Scott McCall x Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey poly headcanons
Tagging @inhumanshadows who I came up with this idea with
● so basically Scott and Allison were dating
● and then they met Isaac and were like wait we both have a crush on him??
● so Isaac joined the relationship
● then Kira came to Beacon Hills and they were like wait we have a crush on her too??
● so Kira also joined the relationship
● telling all the parents was a trip
● Melissa didn't care she was more concerned about where to put Isaac since he was living with them and obviously couldn't sleep in Scott's bedroom anymore
● Chris was like "really?? You couldn't just date one werewolf but two?? And a kitsune??"
● Ken pretended to understand but then Noshiko had to explain to him what polyamory was, "so all four of them are in a relationship?? Like together?? How did Kira go from being single to having three partners??"
● Allison being the supportive girlfriend cheering in the stands while all three of her partners are on the field during lacrosse games
● every game she rotates wearing a different one of their jerseys
● when all of them go out to dinner it's a whole ordeal
● Allison thought Scott and Isaac ate more food than any one person should be able to but then Kira came along and she can out eat both of them
● they went to an all you can eat buffet once and by the time Allison finished her first plate Scott and Isaac were each on plate three and Kira was on plate five
● and when they order in pizza they have to order at least 6 pizzas and every box is empty by the end
● Chris "really guys? You use my credit card and you couldn't at least save me a slice?"
● they go on runs together through the woods
● Scott and Isaac love scaring Allison and Kira by disappearing then sneaking up and picking them up from behind
● as much as the four of them love spending time together they also make sure to have plenty of one on one time with each other too
● Kira has a master schedule that keeps track of when who is going to have solo dates with who
● Scott and Isaac staying up all night playing video games
● "you both look exhausted what were you doing last night?"
● Scott and Isaac looking at each other like they totally didn't just complete a game in 18 hours that is supposed to take people days "...nothing"
● Allison teaching Kira how to use a crossbow and Kira teaching Allison how to use her katana
● Scott and Isaac are both the "well mark me down as scared and horny" meme the first time they see their girlfriends using each other's weapons in a fight
● Allison and Isaac have a lot of study dates because Isaac doesn't do any of his homework otherwise
● Scott and Kira spend a lot of time lacrosse training
● the look on Coach's face when he found out their relationship situation was priceless
● "huh, so that's what polyamory is? I think I did that once in the 90's"
● Scott and Allison have more of the adventurous dates going to new places and trying new foods
● while Isaac and Kira have more casual dates like bowling or going for ice cream
● movie nights with them all cuddled up together on the couch
● Melissa comes home from her night shift at the hospital to find all of them fast asleep and the movie credits rolling
● unless they put on a horror movie because once again Scott and Isaac think it's hilarious to scare Allison and Kira who then don't sleep at all that night
● Scott, Allison and Kira all stealing Isaac's sweaters which are way too big for them
● one day he shows up to school and sees Scott, "Hey is that my sweater?" Looks at Allison, "that's mine too," looks at Kira, "and that one! No wonder I couldn't find anything to wear this morning."
● Allison being fascinated by both her and Kira's family histories
● they do so much research together
● if any of them ever get hurt the other three completely dote on them until they get better
● Scott "you guys I'm okay, super healing remember?"
● Isaac "just relax here I made soup"
● Scott "you have never cooked in your life"
● Isaac "fine Kira made soup"
● Allison "now that's more beliveable"
● they are the talk of the school when they first get together
● but after the shock factor wears off no one even gives them a second look when they are all walking to their respective classes hand in hand
● or when they are huddled close together on a bench during lunch break being all cute and coupley
● even if someone does say something they don't care
● they are happy in and in love and that's all that matters
#teen wolf imagine#scott mccall imagine#allison argent imagine#kira yukimura imagine#isaac lahey imagine#scott mccall x allison argent x isaac lahey x kira yukimura#headcanons
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ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Main OC is Scott McCall's half-sister, there are six (6) original characters, friends to lovers with Stiles Stilinski, book one covers Seasons 1 & 2 of Teen Wolf
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𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 School had an extremely calm aura about it in the days following the death of the mountain lion that was wreaking havoc on the town. Although no one had admitted it, everyone was scared while the mountain lion was alive, but now that it wasn’t, everything seemed to return to normal. Kat, Lydia, and Allison were sitting around a table in the cafeteria during lunch, quietly conversing about their homework and snacking on the blueberries on Lydia’s lunch tray.
Allison was hunched over an old book, quietly muttering in French. Kat shared a look with Lydia before asking, “What’s la Bête du Gévaudan?”
“Huh?” Allison asked, jumping slightly by being taken out of her trance so suddenly. She quickly recovered, “Oh, uh, The Beast of Gevaudan.”
Before Kat could question her further, Lydia asked, “The what of who?”
“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Allison repeated, excitedly looking at her friends, “Listen. "A quadruped wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the years 1764 to 1767. La Bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that King Louie the Fifteenth sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.”
“Boring,” Lydia commented, earning an eye roll from Kat as Allison continued.
“Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.” Allison read, taking in the reactions of the girls around her. Kat was pleased that Allison was happy reading it and intently listened, but Lydia wasn’t as invested.
“Hmm, still boring.”
Allison was intent on changing Lydia’s mind and continued reading the book, “Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.”
“Slipping into a coma bored,” Lydia sighed, biting a single blueberry off her fork.
“While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster.” Allison wasn’t giving up, and although she loved her, Kat was also losing interest.
“Alli, how does any of this have anything to do with your family?” Kat asked, brushing off Lydia’s glance that told her to keep quiet.
Allison quickly nodded, “This. "It is believed that la bête was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature.” His name was Argent.”
“Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?” Lydia quipped.
“Not just a big wolf,” Allison said, disregarding Lydia’s snide comments and sharing an exciting look with Kat. She flipped the book around and showed the girls in front of her the picture on the page. “Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to you?”
Kat decided to play along and took a look at the picture. The faint grin on her face fell. In the background was a creature that looked like a wolf standing on its hind legs. It was tall and brooding and instilled a deep fear in Kat. What really shook her, however, was the deep red eyes. They seemed to glow with hatred and evilness, genuinely scaring Kat. She felt her heart drop. Only one word came to mind. Werewolf.
Lydia’s voice drew Kat out of the trance she was in with her sarcastic words, “It looks like a big wolf. See you beauties in history.”
The redheaded girl smirked and stood up, leaving the table and taking the blueberries with her. Kat looked at the brunette with her with a chuckle before they returned to their work. The McCall girl was having a hard time focusing on her homework, and her eyes were drawn to her brother and his friends, who were having a heated discussion as Scott hid behind a history textbook. Scott peeked his face out from the book and caught Kat’s eye. He spazzed and blocked her view by ducking behind his book again.
Kat chuckled and shook her head, “Allison, do you know why my brother looks like he’s hiding from us?”
Allison’s head shot up at the mention of Scott, and as soon as she looked up, Scott, Stiles, and Spencer were leaving the cafeteria. Allison let out a long breath as she started gathering her belongings, “I don’t know, I think he’s avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Scott! Scott, wait!”
Allison ran after the three boys, leaving Kat alone at their table. Kat chuckled and shook her head, turning the page in her textbook as she murmured, “And then there was one.”
Economics was surprisingly one of Kat’s favorite subjects. She liked learning the different inner workings of the economy and the ease of the class. Coach Finstock always somehow derailed the lessons to lacrosse, so it gave Kat the freedom of teaching herself. As a slight control freak, she enjoyed that more than most students. Kat was one of the first students to arrive, but more and more students started to trickle in. Finally, Stiles walked in with Spencer and Scott trailing behind him. He was headed to his usual seat behind Kat, but Scott was adamant about having Stiles sitting behind him.
“Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude.”
Kat watched as Stiles sent him a confused glance before he snatched his backpack from the desk he usually sat in and jumped across the aisle to steal the desk from Allison, who had quickly made her way to the desk. Allison sent him a pleading look to let her have the seat and, Stiles being the nice guy he is, spared Scott an apologetic glance before retreating to the desk behind Kat.
Kat’s brows furrowed as she turned around to address Stiles, “What was that about?”
Stiles tried to blow it off as nothing, “Ah, nothing, really.”
“Didn’t look like nothing.” Kat said, lowering her voice as she leaned across his desk, “Why is Scott avoiding Allison? Did something happen with them?”
“No!” Stiles loudly said, shaking his head. “No, uh, you know Scott. He’s just weird about stuff, especially relationship stuff. You know that.”
Kat was completely unconvinced but didn’t get a chance to respond before all conversations in the classroom were cut off by Coach Finstock dropping a heavy book on his desk.
“Let’s settle down.” Coach Finstock began, “Let’s start with a quick summary of last night’s reading. Greenberg put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh . . . McCall.”
Normally, Kat would have chuckled along at the daily dig at Greenberg, but something about that day just made her frown as she began to summarize the reading. Finally, Coach Finstock cut her off, “Sorry, McCall, not you. You always do the reading. I wanna hear from the other one.”
“What?” Scott asked, caught off guard as he shared a look with Kat. Kat shrugged and settled into her chair, giving her brother an encouraging look.
“The reading.” Coach Finstock said, moseying around his desk to lean on its front as he looked at Scott.
“Last night’s reading?” Scott asked, his heartbeat rising as he started to panic.
Coach Finstock shrugged, “How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?”
“What?” Scott asked again as the class started to chuckle around him. Kat scowled at the girl beside her, effectively quieting her as Coach Finstock continued to embarrass Scott in front of the class.
“That was sarcasm. You familiar with the term “sarcasm,” McCall?”
“Very,” Scott answered, looking over his shoulder towards Stiles and Spencer, seated behind his sister. Kat glanced behind her to see her brother’s friends smirk and wink at Scott.
“Did you do the reading or not?” Coach Finstock asked.
Scott hesitated, “Um . . . I think I forgot.”
Coach Finstock was not having his excuses, “Nice work, McCall. It’s not like you’re not averaging a “D” in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can’t keep you on the team if you have a “D.” How about you summarize, uh, the previous night’s reading? No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you’ve ever read. In your entire life.” Scott started to stammer an excuse, but Coach Finstock was getting too angry to let him speak, “No? A blog? How about, uh, how about the back of a cereal box? No? How about the “Adults Only” warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?”
Kat wouldn’t stand for someone, especially a teacher, talking down to her brother like that. “Leave him alone, Coach!”
“Was I speaking to you, Kat?” Coach Finstock rounded on Kat before refocusing on her brother. “Thank you, McCall. Thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody! Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs. Unless that’s too much reading.”
Kat cursed under her breath and gathered her books as she stood up and started to leave the classroom.
“Now, where do you think you’re going, McCall?” Coach Finstock spit.
Kat whipped around with anger glowing in her eyes, “I’m going to report you for verbally abusing a student. I’d be happy to make it two students if you want to degrade and humiliate me in front of the class as well.”
Coach Finstock glowered at Kat before waving her off, dismissing her completely. Kat curtly nodded and spun on her heel to leave the classroom. The class watched her leave in shock, having never seen her react that way before. She usually was quiet as Coach Finstock spoke however he wanted to his students, but today she couldn’t stand it. Kat had been irritable all day, because of what she didn't know, but that was the last straw.
Kat must have fallen asleep when she got home because the next thing she knew, the moon was casting a milky light into her room, and her phone was ringing. Kota whined and jumped off the bed to get away from the loud tones coming from Kat’s phone. Kat sighed and rubbed her eyes as she answered the phone.
“Hello?” Kat asked, clearing the grogginess from her voice.
“Kat!” Lydia’s voice sharply said, “What are you doing right now?”
Kat sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t get out of whatever Lydia wanted to do, “Nothing, just woke up from a nap. What’s up?”
“Your brother bailed on Allison, so we’re going to pick her up and go bowling as a group. Lexi’s already there with Spencer. We’ll even go get Stiles if you want.” Lydia informed her, continuing so Kat wouldn’t have any room to argue, “So, come downstairs. We’re parked outside.”
Kat jumped up from her bed and looked out the window, seeing Jackson’s dark gray Porsche parked behind her SUV out on the street. Kat hummed, “Alright, fine. Give me ten minutes.”
Kat hung up and flipped on the light in her room. She glanced at herself in the mirror above her dresser and sighed, seeing the smudged makeup and tangled hair resulting from her nap. She fixed herself up and grabbed a jacket before heading downstairs to put a scoop of food in Kota’s bowl and refill her water. She made sure Kota would be okay for the night before kissing her on the nose and leaving the house, her phone and keys in hand as she made her way to Jackson’s car.
Lydia jumped out and gave Kat a quick hug before they settled into the car and drove through Beacon Hills to the Argent household. Kat was squished in the back, having no leg room left in the tiny backseat of the vehicle.
“You know, this car is not meant for more than two passengers, Jackson,” Kat said, killing the silence in the car as she leaned up between the front seats.
“Normally, there’s just Lydia and me, makes it much more intimate,” Jackson smirked, looking over at Lydia with a wink.
Disgust covered Kat’s features as she groaned, “I don’t want to know what you guys have done on this backseat; I’d rather keep my dinner in my stomach.”
Jackson chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror to give Kat an amused glance as Lydia called Allison. They had turned onto her street. As soon as Allison answered, Lydia put the phone on speaker and held it up. Jackson spoke first.
“Lydia says we’re coming to get you.”
Allison let out an exasperated sigh, “Please don’t. I’m sure he’s on his way. He’s only . . . ” she trailed off, and Kat guessed she was checking the time, “ . . . twenty-six minutes late.”
“You hear that?” Lydia snapped, “First, it’s “he’s only twenty six-minutes late,” a month later, it’s “he only hits me when he’s drunk.” Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope.”
“Don’t talk down on my brother like that, Lyds.” Kat sharply said, earning a groan from her redheaded friend.
“It was just an example. Your brother’s too lame to drink.” Lydia said.
Jackson decided to cut them off, “We’re picking you up, Allison.”
“No,” Allison insisted, but even Kat could hear the sadness in her voice.
“Too late,” Jackson said as he pulled up to her driveway. Allison glared at the car before letting out a huff and heading to the car. Jackson rolled down his window as Allison came up beside his door, “Lydia gets what Lydia wants. Come on, get in.”
Allison’s phone beeped, and as she checked her phone, Kat’s vibrated in her pocket. Lydia leaned across the center console with another sarcastic comment of her own, “Hmm, is that him with the best explanation ever as to why he’s half a freaking hour late?”
“Not exactly,” Allison shook her head, “He just texted me to meet him at the school.”
“Stiles texted me the same thing,” Kat said, showing her phone to everyone else in the car. Jackson grumbled something about how Scott and Stiles were annoying as he got out of the vehicle and allowed Allison to squeeze into the backseat with Kat.
The ride to the school was uncomfortable, to say the least. The two girls in the backseat of the Porsche were shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, while Jackson and Lydia rode comfortably up front. The conversation in the car wasn’t any more entertaining. Allison and Kat quietly conversed in the backseat about what Scott and Stiles would possibly want with them at the school while the couple up front debated over going bowling or seeing a new movie.
Jackson parked at the school, and as Allison and Kat climbed out of the backseat, Jackson asked what they were doing there. Kat let Allison answer and show Jackson the text she had gotten as she looked over the vehicles in the lot. Unsurprisingly, Stiles' blue jeep was parked in the lot, but an unfamiliar sleek black Camaro was parked behind it.
“They lock the doors at night, you know.” Lydia smartly said.
“That one’s open.” Allison pointed out, seeing that the main door to the school was propped wide open. Lydia rolled her eyes and slumped in her seat, earning a giggle from Kat as she, Allison, and Jackson started walking towards the school.
“You don’t need me to state the obvious, right?” Jackson said, looking at the girls with a grin.
“That it looks like they broke into the school? No, pretty obvious. And typical of them.” Kat answered, shaking her head and looking into the dark school with hesitation. Why would they ask them to meet them at the school?
Jackson looked between the girls in front of him, “Do you want me to come with you guys?”
Kat and Allison looked at each other and shrugged. Allison hummed, “Mmm, it’s okay. We’re pretty tough; we can handle ourselves.”
The girls nodded and started heading towards the door before Jackson spoke up, “Hey, guys . . . ” Once the girls turned back to him, he paused, now self-conscious of what he was about to say.
Allison smirked, “You have this look like you were about to say, “be careful.””
Jackson recovered, slipping into his natural cool as he handed a flashlight to Kat, “I am.” Kat took the flashlight and glanced at Allison, knowing precisely what she was thinking. It was nice to see Jackson concerned for someone other than himself.
“What?” Jackson asked, earning a laugh from the girls in front of him.
“That concerned look on you, I’ve never seen it before.” Allison smartly said, smiling at Jackson.
“Well, I am concerned,” Jackson said.
“Well, it’s a good look on you, Whittemore,” Kat smiled.
Allison shone the flashlight on her face and lowered her voice, “Don’t worry. We’ll be right back.”
Kat and Allison laughed and jogged up the stairs to the door, now forgetting their fears of entering the high school at night. They shared an amused glance as they quietly conversed and decided where to go to look for Scott and Stiles. They wandered down the halls, peeking into classroom after classroom and coming up empty.
Allison decided to fill the silence that had stretched between them, “So, that thing you pulled in class with Coach was pretty major.”
Kat shook her head and groaned, “I don’t even know why I did that, to be honest.”
“No, I’m glad you did. I’ve only been here for a few weeks, but I’ve wished someone would stand up to him since my first day.” Allison chuckled, nudging Kat’s shoulder with her own.
Kat sighed, “I sometimes question my sanity, you know.”
Allison laughed, “Is that because of your snippy outburst in class or because we’re wandering around the school at night?”
“I hang out with Scott and Stiles almost as much as with you, Lexi, and Lydia. Scott’s my brother, and Stiles is my, well, Stiles, and this is their idea of a fun time. Leading two girls around a dark and creepy school for apparently no reason.” Kat explained, shaking her head as she chuckled, “Are we crazy for coming here?”
Allison hummed, bobbing her head from side to side before shaking her head, “No, I don’t think so. I think we’d be crazy if we split up.”
“Ah, shoot.” Kat grinned, “I was just about to suggest splitting up.”
Allison giggled, but her smile slowly dropped, “We might find them faster if we did.”
Kat agreed, “Probably. You’ve got your phone, right?” Allison nodded and held it up. Kat handed her the flashlight and grabbed her phone from her pocket, “I’ll take the upstairs, you’ll finish down here, and then we’ll call each other if we find them or come up empty-handed?”
“Sounds good,” Allison said, and with a quick nod to each other, the girls started walking down opposite ends of the hallway. Kat had wound up in the science wing upstairs, suddenly bored and slightly disappointed that she hadn’t found Stiles or Scott yet. It was like a bad game of Hide and Seek, and she wasn’t even sure she was seeking anyone. Maybe the boys weren’t there at all.
Kat had reached the end of the hallway and still hadn’t found any sign that the Stilinski boy or her brother were at the school. She sighed and started to dial Stiles' number to scold him for sending her and Allison to the school for no reason but decided against it. She felt that argument was better suited to happen face to face. So she instead dialed Allison’s number, grumbling as it rang.
“Did you find them?” Allison asked as soon as she answered the phone.
“No, they’re not upstairs. I honestly don’t think they’re here, Alli.” Kat sighed, starting back down the stairs to the main doors. “I’m gonna go back to the car.”
“Yeah, I might, too,” Allison said, disappointment evident in her tone.
Kat frowned, “I’m sorry that Scott did this. I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
“It’s not your fault, Kat.” Allison quickly said. “C’mon, maybe by the time we get to the bowling alley, they’ll still be selling nachos.”
Kat halfheartedly chuckled, “Yeah, maybe.”
“I’ll meet you in the lobby,” Allison said, ending the call promptly after.
Kat sighed and had just exited the stairwell when her phone rang again, Lydia’s contact picture appearing on the screen. Kat swiped the answer button and immediately spoke, “Hey, we can’t seem to find them.”
“Well, then, let’s go. I am thoroughly creeped out right now and would rather be bowling.” Lydia snapped. Kat rolled her eyes and sighed. She could hear Lydia argue with Jackson on the other end before she said, “We’ll be in the lobby.”
“Yeah, give us a second, and we’ll be right there,” Kat said, hanging up the phone and pocketing it. She rounded the corner that led toward the lobby as a set of doors slammed shut ahead of her. She saw Scott and Stiles skid to a stop as Allison joined them from a different hallway. Kat started jogging and caught Stiles' eyes.
The Stilinski boy spazzed and met Kat in the lobby, grabbing her arms and holding her close as he sharply asked, “What are you doing? Why are you here?”
“What do you mean? You asked me to come.” Kat said, yanking her arms out of his grasp as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Thanks for the incredibly creepy wild goose chase, by the way. This is exactly what I wanted to do with my night.”
“I didn’t ask you to come,” Stiles insisted. Kat went to argue, unconvinced by his word alone, but Stiles cut her off with wide eyes, “Trust me, I didn’t.”
Kat’s heart dropped as she pulled out her phone, “You didn’t send me this text?”
Stiles read the text, and his face paled. He shook his head, “No, I didn’t. Did you drive here?”
Kat looked back at Scott and Allison, fear settling into her heart, “No, Jackson did.”
“Jackson’s here, too?” Scott loudly asked.
“Yeah, and Lydia.” Allison quickly said, “What’s going on? Who sent us these texts?”
Allison’s phone started ringing before the boys could conjure up an excuse. She answered it and asked, “Where are you?”
As soon as she asked the question, the door behind the group opened, revealing Jackson and Lydia.
“Finally,” Lydia sighed, looking annoyed at each person around her. “Can we go now?”
The group collectively nodded and started to head towards the exit when a loud thud was heard overhead. Kat jumped, and if it were even possible, her heart dropped even lower. The pipes creaked, and another thud was heard, somehow louder than the first. She grabbed Stiles' hand out of fear, needing some form of comfort as the night took a drastic turn from slightly frightening to downright terrifying.
“Run!” Scott suddenly shouted, and Stiles took off in the direction of the stairs, pulling Kat behind him as the group trailed after them. A loud crash followed by one last thunderous thud sounded behind the group, and Kat glanced behind her to see a mass of black on the linoleum flooring surrounded by pieces of the ceiling. She shrieked and allowed Stiles to lead her through the hallways leading towards the cafeteria. Unlike any dog Kat had ever heard, monstrous barking echoed off the lockers. The group ran faster than they ever had in their life and burst through the doors to the cafeteria, panting and shaking with fear and adrenaline.
Scott shut the doors and slid the bolts in place just as Jackson started to assist him in barricading the doors by moving a freezer in front of it and stacking chairs up on top of it. Kat seemed to be shutting down, watching helplessly as the group worked to stop whatever had chased them into the room from reaching them. Stiles stood beside her, still gripping her hand as he examined the room.
“Scott, wait, not here,” Stiles suddenly said, but the only person listening to him was Kat.
Allison was slowly starting to freak out as she asked Scott the question on everyone’s minds, “What was that? Scott, what was that?”
“What came out of the ceiling?” Lydia shrilly asked, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched Scott and Jackson work.
“Will you just help me?” Scott directed, ignoring their questions as he piled chairs onto the freezer.
“Guys . . . ” Stiles drawled, losing patience as Kat’s head whipped around from the group to Stiles. Stiles started speaking louder, “Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me. Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles, talking? Can we hang on one second, please?”
Kat was slowly regaining feeling, almost like a computer restarting, and suddenly she was shouting to get the group’s attention, “Hey!”
The group jumped and stopped moving, focusing on Stiles and Kat. Stiles gave Kat’s hand a gentle squeeze as he thanked her before returning to his sarcastic self, even in times of complete terror, “Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?”
��� Stiles dramatically motioned to the wall-to-wall windows behind himself and Kat, watching as everyone around him let their faces drop as they realized their next problem. Kat felt like her throat was swelling with the anxiety coursing through her veins and stepped closer to Stiles, her free hand reaching up to wrap around his bicep as she tried to calm herself down.
Allison was the first to speak, looking at Scott with wild and questioning eyes, “Can somebody please explain to me what’s going on because I’m freaking out here. And I would like to know why.” Scott looked at her, jaw slacked, before disbanding from the group to lean on a table as he figured out what to say. Allison’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Scott?”
Stiles carefully watched the people around him and glanced down at Kat as he spoke up, “Somebody killed the janitor.”
“What?” Kat gasped, looking up at Stiles with horror covering her features. She knew that everyone around her shared the same expression.
“Yeah, the janitor’s dead.” Stiles restated.
Kat started shaking her head and dropped Stiles' hand as she took a few steps back, “What are you talking about? Stiles, this is a seriously messed up joke.”
“Who killed him?” Jackson asked, believing Stiles' words and moving to stand in front of the girls as if to protect them from Stiles.
“No, no, no,” Lydia started to murmur, “This was supposed to be over; the mountain lion killed -- ”
“Don’t you get it?” Jackson snapped, “There wasn’t a mountain lion.”
“Who was it?” Kat asked, the revelation of information waking something inside her. She was slowly separating herself from the emotions of the situation, becoming independent, and starting to rationally think. If there was a way to survive this, she would think of it. But she needed the information necessary to do it. “What does he want?”
Allison was starting to derail, becoming the opposite of Kat. “What’s happening? Scott!”
It was almost as if Allison’s voice broke his trance, and he stood up straight as he stammered an excuse, “I -- I don’t know. I just . . . If we go out there, he’s going to kill us.”
“Us?” Lydia asked, disbelief and fear laced through her words, “He’s going to kill us?”
“Who?” Kat repeated. “Who is it, Scott?”
The group stared at Scott as he struggled to develop any form of an answer. Finally, he sighed and shook his head, still facing away from the group as he finally decided on what to say. “It’s Derek. It’s Derek Hale.”
Kat’s brows knitted together in confusion. Derek Hale? She hadn’t heard that name in years. She remembered hearing the stories about how his entire family died in a fire ten years ago, but she never knew that he stuck around. And now he was killing people? Why?
Stiles' mouth dropped in shock as the news settled over everyone. Jackson was in disbelief, much like the girls around him, as he asked, “Derek killed the janitor?”
“Are you sure?” asked Allison.
“I saw him,” Scott insisted.
Lydia still wanted to believe that it was an animal, “The mountain lion -- ”
“No!” Scott cut her off, “Derek killed them.”
“All of them?” Kat asked.
“Yes, starting with his own sister.” Scott continued.
“The bus driver?” Allison asked.
“And the guy in the video store. It’s been Derek the whole time. He’s in here with us.” Scott quickly said, finally turning to the group, “And if we don’t get out now, he’s going to kill us, too.”
The group once again fell into silence. They stared at Scott with varying expressions, disbelief, distrust, fear. It was beginning to become too much for Scott, and Kat could see it, so she decided to speak up with the most logical solution to their problem.
“Call the cops.” Kat simply said.
“No,” Stiles immediately answered, oddly calm for their situation.
“What do you mean, “no?”” Jackson spat, stepping closer to Stiles as if to intimidate him.
Stiles shrugged, “I mean no. Do you wanna hear it in Spanish? No.”
Although she was bewildered by his opposition to calling the police given their situation, Kat couldn’t help but crack a grin at how he added a slight Spanish accent onto the last “no” he said to Jackson.
“Look, Derek killed three people, okay?” Stiles continued, trying to get everyone on his side. “We don’t know what he’s armed with.”
“Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff’s department. Call him.” Jackson demanded, clenching his jaw angrily as Lydia started searching for her phone in her purse.
“I’m calling.”
“No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second?” Stiles quickly said, moving forward to take the phone out of her hand, but Jackson stopped him by forcefully pushing his shoulder back.
Kat jumped between them, holding a hand out to stop them from pouncing on each other as Lydia called the police, “Leave each other alone; we don’t need two murderers in the school right now.”
The boys glared at one another before they turned to Lydia, who had finally gotten a hold of the police.
“Yes, we’re at Beacon Hills High School. We’re trapped, and we need you to -- ” Lydia started but was quickly cut off by the dispatcher. Her brows furrowed as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “She hung up on me.”
“The police hung up on you?” Allison asked, just as confused as the rest of the group. But, at least they could agree that it was strange for the police to hang up on a caller.
“She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school,” Lydia explained. “She said that if I called again that they’re gonna trace it and have me arrested.”
“Call again, Lyds.” Kat urgently said, but Stiles shot down her idea yet again.
“No, they won’t trace a cell.” Stiles said, “They’ll send a car to your house before they send anyone here.”
Allison started stuttering, wholly baffled, as she ran her hands through her hair, “What the -- what -- what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?”
Five pairs of eyes turned to Scott, silently asking him to fill in the blanks. All they wanted was answers, and all Scott wanted to do was give them to them, but he didn’t know what he could tell them.
“Why’s everyone looking at me?” Scott suddenly asked.
“Is he the one that sent the texts to Kat and Allison?” Lydia asked, eyes widening at the realization.
“No!” Scott quickly said, covering his fear with confusion, “I mean, I don’t know.”
“Is he the one that called the police?” Allison asked.
“I don’t know!” Scott loudly snapped. Allison’s jaw dropped in shock, and she stepped behind Kat to distance herself from Scott.
Stiles decided to settle the group down a little, so they could rationally think, “Alright, why don’t we just back off the throttle here, yeah?” Stiles nodded at the people around him before pulling Scott away to speak in hushed tones, away from the carefully listening ears of the group. Jackson and the girls stood idly by and watched as Scott and Stiles conversed, and they could tell that it was starting to become an argument. Jackson hated not doing anything to benefit them in their current predicament and interrupted them with an insult.
“Okay, assheads,” Jackson began, “New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?”
Kat watched as Stiles' face paled, realizing that they were out of options. His jaw hung open as he shook his head, silently saying that was the last thing he wanted to do. Kat could tell that her brother wanted to side with his best friend, but he had to do what was best for everyone.
“He’s right,” Scott finally said, catching Stiles' eye apologetically, “Tell him the truth if you have to; just call him.”
Stiles lowered his voice, but Kat still caught his words to Scott, “I’m not watching my dad get eaten alive.” Kat’s eyes widened at his words, but before she could question him on what he meant, Jackson decided to play hero and reached out to Stiles.
“Alright, give me the phone.”
Stiles rounded on Jackson and punched him square in the jaw, sending the Whittemore boy down to the floor with a hand covering his face and shock spreading over his features. Allison called out for the boy as Kat gasped and rushed over to Stiles to separate him from Jackson if the Whittemore boy decided that he wanted to settle the score. Allison knelt beside Jackson and whipped around with a slightly horrified look as she met Stiles' eyes. The Stilinski boy was breathing heavily as he recovered from what he had just done and pushed Kat and Scott off of him before reluctantly pulling out his phone and dialing his father’s phone number.
“Dad, hey, it’s me.” Stiles began, dropping his arm to his side as he sighed, “And it’s your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now.”
Loud banging noises suddenly echoed through the cafeteria as everyone jumped and turned to the source. The barricaded door started to rattle as something repeatedly and forcefully pounded on the other side. Kat instinctively snatched Stiles' hand in her own as the group retreated to the back of the room.
“We’re at the school, okay?” Stiles continued his voicemail to his father, somehow sounding calm through it all. Kat knew it was so his father could hear the other noises in the room so he’d believe the danger they were in. “Dad, we’re at the school.”
The door continued to shake and rattle as whatever was on the other side continued their animalistic rampage to get to the teens, screws falling out of the hinges and the bolts bending out of place. Kat jumped with each bang and tightened her grip on Stiles' hand. Somehow, in its frantic state, her brain still managed to think of a way for them to escape.
“The kitchen,” she suddenly said, “The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell.”
“Which only goes up,” Scott reminded her.
“Up is better than here.” Stiles agreed with Kat and turned to direct the group to the kitchen door. The group started running again, hurriedly following one after the other to make it to the temporary safety of the second floor. They came out to the top of the stairwell and immediately checked the classroom doors to see if any were open. Kat looked around and realized they were in the science wing and took off down the hall, quietly telling everyone to follow her. She remembered that while she was searching for Scott and Stiles, she found that one of her teachers had left his classroom unlocked. The group filed in after her, and as soon as the door was shut and locked, Scott placed a stool under the doorknob for an extra layer of protection.
With wide eyes, they all tried to quiet their breathing and listen for any movement in the silence that was suddenly suffocating them. Kat had an iron grip on Stiles and Scott’s arms as she stood between them. Scott went to check the window in the door, but Kat and Stiles stopped him as they suddenly heard a faint growl-like sound in the hallway. Kat’s eyes filled with fearful tears as she watched a shadow cross over the window in the door, but they soon became relieved tears as it passed by, not detecting the group in the classroom.
“Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?” Scott quietly asked, formulating a plan to escape now that he thought they had a better chance of getting out alive.
“Five, if someone squeezes on someone’s lap,” Jackson answered.
“Five?” Allison scoffed, “Kat and I barely fit in the back.”
“I think we could all fit, given the circumstances,” Kat quickly said, but she was cut off by Stiles.
“It doesn’t matter,” Stiles whispered, shaking his head as he looked at everyone around him. “There’s no getting out without drawing attention.”
“What about this?” Kat suddenly asked, moving across the room to the emergency exit door behind the teacher’s desk. The group followed her as she said, “This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds.”
Stiles shot down the idea, “That’s a deadbolt.”
“The janitor has a key,” Scott said, realizing that Kat had a good plan.
“You mean his body has it,” Stiles said, shaking his head at the McCall siblings. Kat scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I can get it,” Scott said, immediately earning a hushed yet stern and sarcastic protest from Kat.
“Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible plan; what else you got?” Kat spat, shaking her head at him as she joined Jackson, Lydia, and Allison by the door again. She heard a quiet quarrel between her brother and Stiles before Scott came up by her side in front of Allison, indicating that he was serious about getting the key from the janitor’s body.
“Are you serious?” Allison asked, taking the same stance as Kat and crossing her arms over her chest as she disagreed with his choice.
“Well, it’s the best plan.” Scott tried to defend himself, shrugging slightly. “Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here.”
“You can’t go out there unarmed,” Allison said, fear reflecting in her eyes in the dark room. Scott defeatedly looked around the room and picked up the thing closest to him, which happened to be a cartoon hand pointer that the teacher would occasionally use in a lame attempt to earn the class' attention. The group gave him disapproving glares.
“Well, it’s better than nothing.” Scott sighed.
Kat shook her head, “There’s gotta be something else.”
“There is,” Lydia spoke up, her eyes locked on a cabinet behind Allison. It was the cabinet that held all of the chemicals they used in class.
Stiles, ever the downer, smartly said, “What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?”
“No,” Lydia shortly said, “Like a firebomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail.”
“Self-igniting -- ” Stiles began.
“Molotov cocktail. Lydia, you’re brilliant!” Kat finished, celebrating her friend’s brain with a bright smile.
Lydia, usually one to soak up any attention doted on her, shuffled uncomfortably under the watchful eyes she was receiving for being more intelligent than Jackson could be. Finally, she shrugged, “No, I think I read it somewhere.”
Although impressed by her smarts, Stiles had to remind them that they couldn’t utilize them. “We don’t have a key for that either.”
Jackson sighed and rolled his eyes before breaking the glass with his elbow. Kat and Lydia rushed forward and grabbed all the necessary ingredients for a self-igniting molotov cocktail, carefully setting them on the closest desk so Lydia could cook up the firebomb. Kat and Jackson handed her any chemical she asked for without hesitation, but when she asked for the sulfuric acid from Jackson, the Whittemore boy paused. His hand hovered over one chemical before he grabbed a different one, and Lydia nor Kat checked the label before Lydia poured it into the beaker with the concoction and put the cork stopper in the top of the beaker. She held it out to Scott, but Allison still wasn’t okay with the plan.
“No,” the Argent girl suddenly stepped forward, looking at Scott pleadingly. “No, this is insane; you can’t do this. You cannot go out there.”
“We can’t just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages.” Scott contradicted her, ready to play hero and save them all.
“You could die,” Allison sharply said, “Don’t you get that? He’s killed three people.”
Kat hadn’t wholly thought of that. Her brother could die. She was suddenly back on Allison’s side, but Scott bulldozed over anything she was about to say.
“And we’re next. Somebody has to do something.”
Scott started to move towards the classroom door, but Allison stood in his way, sobbing as she tried again to change his mind, “Scott, just stop. Do you remember -- do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell?” Scott nodded. “So do you. You’re a horrible liar, and you’ve been lying all night. Just -- just, please. Please don’t go. Please don’t leave us. Please.”
Scott hesitated, looking around at the group in the room. Kat moved around the table to assist Allison in getting Scott to stay, but Stiles had gently wrapped an arm around her and kept her close to him. He was quietly whispering reassurances in her ear as she cried. The reality of the situation was finally settling in, and she didn’t know what to do. Scott met her eyes, and he felt his heart break, but he had already made up his mind. He had to save everyone.
“Lock it behind me,” Scott told Stiles, turning to make a quick escape, but Allison was just as fast. Kat stepped forward, but Stiles tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her back as Allison fell back on her last resort. She grabbed Scott’s face and kissed him. Scott wanted nothing more than to relax into her and stay precisely where he was, but he also knew that he needed to save his sister and friends. Scott pulled away and tried to give everyone a bold look before finally slipping out of the classroom and into the hallway.
Stiles moved forward with Kat to lock the door after Scott, and he was prepared to ask Jackson to hold her back, but she instead reached out and wrapped her arms around Allison. The girls quietly cried in each other’s arms, not wanting to think that that would be the last time they saw Scott.
The tension in the room was not ignored as Kat and Allison calmed down, somehow finding it in themselves to put some faith in Scott that he could evade Derek to get the keys and get them all to safety. The group settled on and around the desk near the door. Allison sat atop it, Kat stood beside her with Stiles stuck like glue to her side, and Jackson and Lydia towards the end of the table. Kat had an arm linked through Stiles' and the other resting on Allison’s leg, calming herself down with the physical contact. She knew that she’d be a mess of anxiety and fright without them.
Allison sighed, growing tired of the silence around them. She was the type of person to voice her thoughts, and when she didn’t do that for long periods of time, especially in times of high stress, she became incredibly antsy. She leaned forward and started chewing on her nails before voicing everyone’s current thoughts.
“I don’t get this.” She began, “I don’t get why he’s out there and why he left us. And I can’t . . . I can’t stop my hands from shaking.”
Jackson had a soft, almost sympathetic look on his face as he reached out and took her hands in his own. “It’s okay. Okay, it’s gonna be okay.”
Lydia’s eyes snapped to the pair before flashing up to Kat’s, a betrayed glint shining in them. Kat shook her head, trying to silently tell her that it meant nothing and that he was just trying to comfort a friend, but the red color flushing Lydia’s cheeks told Kat that she wasn’t buying it. Kat wasn’t so sure that she was, either. She hadn’t missed the look he gave Allison when he told them to be careful before they entered the high school earlier that night.
Lydia busied herself with anything she could in her jealous state, and her eyes settled on the chemicals still sitting on the teacher’s desk. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the bottles and her head tipped to the side. She was suddenly questioning the chemicals she had put in the molotov cocktail.
“Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right?” Lydia asked, eyes still trained on the chemicals. “It has to be sulfuric acid. It won’t ignite if it’s not.”
“I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn’t I?” Jackson snapped. “Maybe Kat mixed up a chemical, don’t accuse me.”
Lydia flinched and took the most minor step away from her boyfriend, shaking her head. “No, I’m sure you did. I was just making sure.”
Kat’s heart dropped as she looked at the chemicals. Anger suddenly filled her body as she stood up straight, and her eyes glared daggers in Jackson’s direction. “I swear to god, Whittemore. If you let your stupid ego get in the way because you couldn’t stand for someone else to be the center of attention and my brother ends up dead, Derek won’t be the only one you have to worry about. I’ll kill you before he even has the chance to -- ”
Stiles reached out to pull Kat back into his side before she could start to physically attack Jackson when a deafening roar started to thunder through the school, causing the locks hanging from lockers to rattle and clank against the metal. Kat cried out and covered her ears, and Jackson suddenly fell to the floor, a hand flying to the back of his neck as he screamed in pain. Lydia and Allison collapsed beside him as Stiles tried to steady Kat, who was wincing and wobbling on her feet as she groaned in anguish. A sharp pain pierced her ears, almost as if a needle was being pushed into her eardrum. She had quieted down as the roar faded into nothingness, as did the pain in her ears, and Jackson had been the one to earn everyone’s attention as Lydia and Allison stood him up.
“No, I’m fine.” Jackson sharply said, stumbling away from his girlfriend with a hand still clamped onto the back of his neck. “Seriously, I’m okay.”
“That didn’t sound okay at all,” Allison probed, trying to get him to open up and let them in so they could help him.
“What’s that on the back of your neck?” Stiles mumbled, reaching a hand out to pull the collar of Jackson’s jacket down, but his hand was slapped away before it could get too close.
Jackson shook his head, “I said I’m fine.”
“It’s been there for days,” Lydia said, trying to egg him on and start yet another fight. “He won’t tell me what happened.”
“As if you actually care.” Jackson quipped, effectively shutting Lydia up. The people around him scowled. They all knew Lydia truly cared for Jackson, no matter how horribly he treated her. Kat grumbled and stepped forward to give him a piece of her mind, but Stiles quickly reacted and held her back, locking his arms around her and quietly telling her that he wasn’t worth it.
Lydia, however, didn’t have someone to hold her back, and the couple engaged in a full-blown argument. Petty insults were being thrown back and forth, but Kat was focused on the sounds outside of the classroom. A faint sound that reminded her of nails scratching on metal quietly echoed through the hallway, and soon following was the sound of the lock sliding into place on the classroom door. Kat, who had slouched against Stiles' chest, suddenly stood up straight as she listened to the lock break in the door. She gasped and forced her way out of Stiles' hold, rushing towards the door and calling out her brother’s name.
This earned the group's attention, and suddenly everyone was flush against the door, calling out Scott’s name and letting questions tumble out of their mouths in their confused state. Allison grabbed the handle and was furiously twisting it to get it open, but she knew it was no use. They were safely locked in, and Scott was locked out with the murderer.
Allison was getting more and more intense, banging on the door and shouting her boyfriend’s name until Lydia yelled at her to stop. Kat pulled Allison away from the door as they all turned to look at Lydia with expectant faces.
“Do you hear that?” Lydia asked, looking towards the windows with a hopeful expression. The group immediately quieted down, listening hard for what Lydia had heard. Kat let out a relieved gasp when she heard it, collapsing into Allison as grateful tears pricked her eyes. Sirens.
“Listen,” Lydia breathed, a smile forming on her face for the first time all night. The group ran towards the windows, watching with thankfulness in their hearts as flashing red and blue lights filled the parking lot. Noah had gotten Stiles' voicemail. They were saved.
Kat sat in the back of an ambulance as they checked her over, and a deputy took her statement. Besides a few bruises from hitting her limbs on walls in their haste to survive and an ever-growing headache, she was fine. The EMT, which happened to be the one that she had shadowed just a week prior, just wanted to make sure that she didn’t have any substantial injuries (“Your mom will kill me if I don’t do a thorough check, we both know she would,” said the EMT). She waited for her friends to be released from the other ambulances, but she took the time to think over everything she had been through that night.
She was beyond happy to be alive and unharmed, but if it hadn’t been for Stiles, she wouldn’t have been in that mess in the first place. So what were they doing there, anyway? Was it really Derek that lured everyone there? If so, why? The two people she knew who had a connection with him weren’t there with them. Was it a ploy, a distraction? As much as she tried to make sense of everything, she couldn’t. She was only sure of two things: she was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically, and she was pissed at Stiles and Scott for bringing her into their problem, even if they didn’t send the texts to Allison and herself.
Finally, the EMT let her walk away from the ambulance. She made a direct beeline to Stiles and wasted no time wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest, taking a deep breath to let out even the slightest bit of stress. As soon as she had physical contact with him, she immediately felt better.
Stiles chuckled and let his arms secure themselves around her. He glanced at Scott, who was standing a few yards away, staring at them with a look that seemed to be a mixture of smugness and discomfort. Stiles let his hands run up and down Kat’s back, knowing she needed to be comforted. After another minute, Kat took a breath and stepped away from the Stilinski boy, feeling much better than before.
“What was that for?” Stiles asked, a light tint of a blush dusting over his entire face.
Kat sweetly smiled, feeling her face heat up because she could make him blush. She shrugged, feeling her smile drop into a grin. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed that you dragged me into this, whether it was unintentional or not, but I’m glad you’re okay. We all had a bad night, and I just needed a hug.”
Stiles chuckled and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets before Scott made a noise and waved him over. Lydia was doing the same thing with Kat, and the McCall girl held up a finger before looking at Stiles again.
“Thanks for keeping me from killing Jackson earlier.” Kat said, a grin toying on her lips before it fell into a genuine smile, “And thank you for holding my hand and keeping me relatively calm all night. I didn’t think you’d remember how much that helps.”
Stiles made a ‘pfft’ sound and smiled at her, “Please, we’ve been married since kindergarten. I know everything about my girl.”
Kat rolled her eyes and felt a blush start to creep up her neck. “I’ll see you later, Stilinski.”
The McCall girl shook her head and met with Lydia and Jackson at Jackson’s car before sliding into the backseat. She took a long breath and watched the school fade away as Jackson drove back into town. Now that the adrenaline had left her system, she was left with her true feelings about the situation. She could have died. Scott could have died. Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Jackson. All of them could have died. And Scott left them to fulfill his dream of impressing Allison by being the hero when it could have cost him his life. With a heavy heart, she shut her eyes and willed herself to not replay the events of the night. At least, not yet. She didn’t think she could handle it.
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someone said this reminds them of derek and stiles 😭
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Stiles Stillinski: The Best friend
Stiles stillinski x fem!reader
Summary:
Stiles and stiles are the best friends.
Also just to be clear I know that the true meaning behind this song is, I just heard that one clip and got an idea.
(Stiles in a backwards cap>>>)
I’m just the best friend in Hollywood movies, who only exist to continue the story.
The pack had made plans to go bowling, and didn’t think to tell stiles and y/n who were sitting at home trying to solve one of their most recent supernatural problems. Y/n sighed “where the hell is Scott?” She asked impatiently. The pair had been waiting on him for about 45 minutes. Stiles shrugged and asked “should I call him again?”. Y/n shook her head “no, we’re gonna go over to his house and see what the hell is up” she said standing up. Stiles didn’t object following close behind her. when they arrived at Scott’s, stiles rang the door bell. Not 10 seconds later the door opened to show an out of breath Melissa. “Stiles, y/n? What are you doing here why aren’t you with the others?” She asked. The pair looked at each other then back at her in confusion “what do you mean Scott was supposed to meet us an hour ago to talk about the recent “drama”” stiles said. Melissa seemed taken aback “guys, the others are at the movies” she said. y/n looked at stiles shocked while he just stared at Melissa in seemingly stunned. “Okay, thanks” y/n said grabbing stiles and dragging him to the Jeep. Tears stung at y/ns eyes and stiles looked like he had just been betrayed. Y/n grabbed his hand making him look at her. She put a smile on as tears ran down her face “I’m sure it was a mistake” she said the words trying to cheer the boy up but not even believing them herself.
The girl gets the guy while I’m standing off screen
Y/n and stiles watched all of their friends fall in and out of love wondering if they’d ever find that kind of connection, They both found comfort in each other since in the same situation. It was especially bad when they both lost their crushes to people that weren’t them. They sat broken, crying together and eventually healed together.
So, ill wait for my cue to be comedic relief
“I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” stiles said to Scott’s dad who was holding him and y/n hostage at this point. He looked to y/n “you seem to be the more sensible one here, help me out would ya?” Scotts dad asked. Y/n looked at stiles who just shrugged and back at the tall man in front of her “see I would help you but… I don’t know how to help you to help me tell you something that would help you if I don’t know it” she said making the man huff in anger, discreetly high giving stiles who had a proud look on his face.
Can’t be too loud
“SHHHHH” echoed across the room while everyone looked at stiles and y/n who were just goofing around during the game.
Can’t be too busy, if I don’t answer now are they still gonna need me?
Y/n had gotten a call from Allison who had asked if she and stiles could help find the new werewolf that they had discovered to which y/n politely declined for te=he first time ever as stiles had asked her on a date. After that it took a week and a half for either of them to be contacted
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“Hey stiles” y/n spoke up from her place on his chest. She felt his hum vibrate through his body. “Do you think our friends would care if something were to happen to either of us?” She asked. Stiles stiffened as if caught off guard by the question. “Honestly I’m not sure, I think they’d fight to find or save us but not as hard as they would for each other.” He said sounding sad.
Not too long after that conversation void happened, Scott fought his hardest to get stiles back while y/n had sat with boiling anger towards the boy who had only just started caring for his “best friends” again.
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They Were There - Peter Hale
Peter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 635
Summary: Derek and Cora know about Y/n and Peter because they were there when he proposed. Everyone else in the pack? Surprise.
Masterlist
Teen Wolf Masterlist
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“Welcome to the family.” Derek smiled, hugging Y/n as she and Peter entered the loft having just got back from their honeymoon. Y/n and Derek had been friends since junior high but now she was his sister in law and Derek wasn’t disappointed. “Cora sends her congrats and welcome but she had to leave.”
“Its okay. I already talked to her.” Y/n smiled, waving it off, her and Cora had already talked a few days before. “Its great to finally be apart of the family.” Y/n groaned back at Peter along with Derek.
“Sorry I didn’t want to rush things.” Peter narrowed his eyes at the two.
“You have been in love with her since you were 14. I think you took your damn time.” Derek raised his brows looking at his uncle with an exaggerated look. Even if he was somewhat commatoused for a few years, his uncle still took his damn time.
“I’m just glad you did it to begin with.” Y/n let out a laugh, it was a long time coming.
“It's been a longtime coming.” Peter pulled Y/n, his wife, into his side and kissed her. He could be soft with her.
“There's a pack meeting tonight here at the loft.” Derek told them after their little moment, Y/n is good for his uncle. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t kill him again to protect her, but she did make him a better person.
“I’ll be there.” Y/n told him.
“Will you?” Derek asked his uncle knowing how much he did not care for the pack.
“Since my wife will be there, yes. I gotta know what I’ll have to protect you from when their plans go wrong.” Peter stated sarcastically. Y/n and Derek just looked at eachother and rolled their eyes.
^ ^ ^
“Your back!” Scott said with a smile rushing over to hug Y/n once the pack entered the loft and saw she was there. They had all missed her.
“You’ve been gone so long.” Allsion said having missed her older friend. Y/n was older than the group of teens, she was the older sister figure of the pack.
“Where’d you go?” Stiles asked.
“Is that a ring on your finger?” Lydia points out having caught the shine of it catching the light.
“You got married?” Allison questioned in shock, having looked down to Y/n’s hand like everyone else after hearing Lydia.
“Yes.” Y/n nodded.
“Without us?” Scott gave her his sad puppy dog eyes.
“We plan on having a reception with all of you sometime in the near future.” Y/n smiled at them and she saw her words lesson their sadness.
“We? Who’s the dude?” Stiles raised a brow.
“Peter.”
“Peter as in Peter Hale?!” Scott’s eyes bulged out of his head.
“As in Derek’s uncle?” Allison was less shocked but more surprised.
“Yes, she's a Hale now.” Derek smirked proudly.
“I am.” She smiled.
“Peter Hale?” Stiles squinted his eyes, still not believing it.
“Is there something wrong with me?” Peter raised his eyebrows pretending to be innocent. He spoke up for the first time since the pack arrived from his spot on the couch.
“You're a psychopath for starters.” Stiles stated addressing the oldest Hale.
“He’s different with her. I’ll defend him on that. He has always been different when it comes to Y/n.” Derek spoke up.
Y/n walked over to Peter, sitting on the arm of the couch.
“That's because she’s different. She’s mine.” Peter growled the last part possessively.
“And you're mine.” Y/n smiled at him leaning over to kiss him.
“Oh he’s been yours since he laid eyes on you.” Derek teased and he got satisfaction when his uncle flashed his eyes at him but couldn’t deny his nephew's statement.
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“I like you a lot”
Isaac lahey x fem!Reader
TW: Smut, oral (fem receiving), use of pet names, claws, nipple play
+16 read at your own risk. I’m not your mommy A/N: first smut to write + english isn’t my first lang word count: 2.5K
You were at school, leaning against your locker. smiling at and laughing with Stiles, until you caught Isaac glaring at you across the hall, visibly upset.
"alright Stiles I've got to go now, I'll see ya" you walked away after Stiles nodded and walked to Scott, and you made your way to Isaac.
"hey" you flashed him a smile and he blushed. How could he not? he thought you were the most beautiful thing ever.
The beta glanced over Stiles before turning back to you. "hey.." he spoke softly.
"Just tired... I uhh, I’ve got a lot on my mind lately" he said slowly and softly, not wanting to ruin this moment between you two.
You nodded slowly, feeling bad for him. "well you know, you can always talk to me" you said softly, reassuring him that he's got someone by his side.
You watched him closely as he looked at you quietly, and you didn't want to rush him to speak, you knew how sensitive Isaac is. It made him feel pathetic when he opened up to anyone or asked for help, that's what his dad has taught him. That a man is a man, boys don't cry, but Isaac knew you, he loved you, trusted you, and he knew your listen and get him anytime.
"I've just been going back.. thinking about my family" He looked down as his expression softened.
"oh" you whispered softly and placed your hand on the boy's back, rubbing it gently. "I know you've suffered from your dad your whole life, but his death Isn’t your fault".
Isaac flinched, but he didn't move away from you. Even though your gesture was tiny, it felt huge to him, It made him on top of the world. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know... I just-" he paused, unsure if he can keep going or not, but he really counted on you, so he kept going. "I didn't even cry at the funeral and everyone thinks I don't care, that I was wishing the whole time i'd get rid of him, and the problem is.. it's true. I was relieved that he's dead"
"Honey listen to me" you took a step closer, placing both your hands on his shoulder. "your dad used to lock you in a freezer. that night.. that night he hurt you and you ran like any other night, because you didn't know what he would die" you then place your hand on isaac's cheek, caressing it softly "you were just scared, you did nothing wrong"
Isaac paused for a moment and leaned into your touched as he shivered. The relief he felt when his father died was a burden to him, but he knew you were saying the truth so he bit his lip thoughtfully. He wanted to say that your hand felt to right on his skin, but he didn't and rubbed his face with his hand then looked at you hesitantly as he spoke. "I- Iwas scared" his voice trembled as he stammered softly, making you unsure if he meant you to hear him. he slowly smiled at you softly and leaned into your touch again, causing his breath to hitch.
you sighed softly as you try to build up some courage and confidence to ask him to go out with you, but you were too scared that he'd turn you down so you just looked quietly at the ground until you heard a familiar 5 taps on the locker next to you and looked to the direction to see lydia. She must have noticed your flustered face because she tilted her head at Isaac and winked at you. You two have been talking about it and she was eager for you to confess to him, and apparently she was so sure Isaac wouldn't let you down for a reason she wouldn't tell.
you snapped out of my trance as Isaac cleared his throat and looked at the same direction you were just looking at, except there was nobody there.
"sorry about that. I was just wondering if you would want to go home with me? I mean-" You paused and took a deep breath. "why don't you come over and we can just.. relax?" you asked nervously as he just looked at you quietly. "Scott's sneaking out with Allison again and our mom won't be home until ten.. so I was thinking if you'd want to just come over instead of staying alone or with Derek, he could be lame sometimes" I chuckle nervously and put on a fake confident grin.
Isaac stayed quiet for a moment or two, taking in your words, and he thought there was no way he could turn that down, the thought of you and him alone in the house with no distractions. He knew he wanted it but he wasn't sure if you did. if you were just doing him a favour because you felt bad, but he decided to push his paranoia to the side and smiled at you softly with a blush on his cheek, nodding. "I'd like that, if you're okay with it"
"ahh perfect! we are gonna have so much fun! we can watch the notebook too if you want to, or maybe cook or play or just" you pause for a second or two, not wanting to creep Isaac out with your sudden excitement. "we could just.. chill you know?" You looked up at him with a smile.
The two of you walked to your house, as Stiles has already left with his jeep, and while you were walking you felt Isaac's hand brush against yours until he took it in, intertwining your fingers together. you could feel how his hand shakes softly and you knew his stomach was probably flipping, he was a nervous wreck.
You held his hand confidently the way home until you reached it and opened the front door for the two of you. After walking in, you turned to Isaac and smiles. "do you wanna stay in the living room, or go to my room? or we can even cook something!" you asked excitedly.
"Your room...?" He asked hesitantly. Your room was usually off limits, that's where you go to relax on your own, away from the pack. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to be there with you. But part of him knows it won't end at just being in your room. Not that he had a problem but that he was worried from Scott's reaction if he knew Isaac was in his sister's room alone in the house. Scott and Isaac were best friends and Isaac didn't want to risk it, but he still loved you.
you saw the look on isaac's face as he started to look overwhelmed, and more anxious than he was, so you decided to cool it down. "I mean it's okay but if you don't want to that's fine. we can sit in the living room" you shrugged, leaving the decision for him to make as you looked at his eyes.
Isaac nodded slowly, looking at your lips then your eyes. "your room" he said softly and carelessly. He wanted to be with you alone. he didn't care what scott would think, he didn't care what the whole pack would think, he only cared about you and being with you, he wanted you.
you smiled and tilted your head for him to follow you. you walked past Scott's room until you reached your room then you walked to the bed, After taking off your shoes, sitting on the bed, then patting on the space next to you for Isaac to sit on.
Isaac followed you to your room, closing his door behind him. His heart skipped a beat when you asked him to sit next to you and the only thing he could think of is how nervous he is. he looked at you and he thought you look so vulnerable, sitting alone waiting for him to join you, so he took a few steps, trying to regulate his breath before sitting next to you. He was so close and nervous, slowly turning his neck to look at you.
"so.. what would you like to do?" you asked softly, trying to make sure he's not uncomfortable.
Isaac looked at you and for the first time he has walked in the room, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to kiss you and see what happened but he didn't want to make you pressured, and he didn't want to risk kissing Scott's sister, he was the leader of the pack, so he let the silence between you linger before he decided to break the ice.
"can I be honest with you?" he stressed.
"of course, I won't judge" i nodded in reassurance
Isaac struggles to speak so he leans closer to you. He just wants you to understand him, he needs you to know how he feels, what he's been thinking of, but it's hard for someone like him, someone whom emotions always were rejected. He took a deep breath and leaned closer as his eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes then he opened his mouth to speak but he failed so he looked one more time at you before smashing his lips on yours as he moved one hand on the back of your neck as the other ran over your back to your hips, pulling your whole body into his lap while you froze in shock before pulling him closer, cupping his cheeks while you kissed him back with the same amounts of passion.
After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you in shock, he had expected everything other than you kissing him back.
"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you and if scott finds out he's gonna kill me and-" you cut him off pulling him in another kiss, slowly pushing him to lay down as you move on top of him.
"Scott doesn't have to know" you whispered pulling him in a deeper kiss that made him forget everything.
he was in a daze as he pulled away from you. "you look so beautiful when you kiss me like that" he said softly with a soft smirk that caused you to blush.
He smiled softly as he gently ran his fingers thorough your hair. "you're so beautiful you know? it's just so hard to focus on anything else when we are like that, when you're with me. We can take this as slow as you want"
you pulled him for a kiss in response, breaking it as you smiling against lips, and he moaned softly, slipping his hands under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.
"i want this. you. Right here, right now, But I also don't want to hurt you so tell me what you want, darling." he whisper in your ear as his breath hit your neck, causing you to shiver.
"i want you, please" you whined and pulled him into another kiss as your tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. he let out a soft involuntary moan, as his caresses on your back got faster. His tongue danced with your and he began to grind on you, making you feel the hard bulge in his jeans that rubbed your throbbing pussy, until you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, pushing him up by his chest, reaching to his shirt, playing with a soft fabric slowly. He sat up on his knees in front of you between your legs, taking off his shirt. You looked up at him, slowly placing the balm of your hand on his chest, tracing your finger over it to his stomach. He let out a low groan while he watched you trace your fingers over his chest, his muscles tensed under your touch.
"you're killing me honey" He whispered, moving closer to you as he kissed your neck slowly, then he sat up again as his hands found their way between your legs. Should undo your bra, or maybe start with these pants?" he teased, and sprung his claws out, moving them swiftly above you, tearing off your clothes.
"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked
"i'll get you new ones" he pulled your clothes off your body, tossing them away on the floor with his shirt.
He smirked when he saw the blush on your face when you looked away, leaning down to your neck. "don't be shy baby" he whispered, before tracing kissed down your collarbone.
you moaned softly, moving your hands to caress his back softly and he let out a sigh against your skin. His hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly, kissing lower and lower. His kisses and nibbles reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking around it while he groped the other one with his hand, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly.
"I love you, so much" He showered your stomach with smooches and pecks, until his mouth found your slit, running his tongue through your wetness, humming in satisfaction. "so wet baby" he flicked your clit with his tongue as you struggled to answer him back, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled them gently. He took one of his hand, wrapping it around my waist to keep me down while he slid a finger in you with the other, slowly and gently, causing you to moan softly.
he sucked your clit harder making you pull his hair tightly, causing him to moan which vibrates against your pussy as his fingers go faster, feeling you clench around them, sucking them in. "Fuck Isaac" you whined. "i'm so close" you whispered, wondering if he even heard you, then he confirmed as he added a finger in, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out as you pull his hair tighter. "Isaac!" you warned, and he understood as you reached your climax, coating his fingers with your cum while he kept his gaze on you then he pulled them out, lapping at your pussy hungrily, taking in your juices.
"you're so sweet baby" he moved up to kiss you as you taste your own arousal. He pulled away from the kiss and you bit your lip, panting for air and you moved your hand to his head, pulling him back down to kiss you, you couldn't get enough of him.
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Thank You, For Being You
Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series
Party Guessed
Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving |
Prompt: Scott is hurt, Jackson isn't easy to stop, Lydia's birthday is coming up. And to top it all off, the full moon is tonight.
a/n: I read through this once and edited it so I hope I got all the mistakes
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It took a while but Isaac had finally calmed you down, Erica had left and even though Stiles wanted to stay because he was worried about you, Isaac had convinced him that he would take care of you.
"Are you sure?"
By now you had yourself tucked into Isaac as Stiles talked to you. You nodded wiping your tears away, "Yeah, Stiles, I'm fine. You should go home and rest. I need to find Scott and then I will too." He hesitated again before slowly nodding, you didn't see it but Isaac and Stiles had shared a knowing glance like some kind of exchange that just said 'make sure she's safe'.
Stiles had finally left and it was just you two. You guys sat in silence and he just caressed your hair. Even though no words were being exchanged between you, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. Even with all the dried tears on your face and the sniffles, it felt right to be there with him.
"How you doing, baby?"
You were startled by the nickname, you had heard him call you that while you were whaling but you hadn't thought he would keep calling you that. "What happened to 'your favorite girl'?" Your voice was so hoarse and it hurt to talk but you couldn't help but joke.
He chuckled at your question, "You can still be my favorite girl and be called baby."
You giggled, "I know, just teasing."
He smiled softly at you, you were still in his arms curled together on the floor. His hand was on your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, "Nice to see you back to yourself, if you're ready we can walk to the station, Derek will probably take Scott there after." You tilted your head up, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm ready."
Sure enough when Isaac and you reached the Hale pack hide out both Derek and Scott were there.
"Scott! Are you okay?" You crashed into the boy's back, who let out a gasp from the impact. He turned around and his eyes widened, "Have you been crying, what's wrong?"
"She was worried about you," Isaac had caught up with you, standing behind you two. "But I'm okay now, you're okay so everything is good," you hugged the boy once more. When you pulled away, you noticed Derek staring off into space, "You guys were having a serious moment, weren't you?" Scott tilted his as if he wanted to say no but in reality it was a yes.
"We can't save Jackson." Your head snapped to Isaac and then back to Scott, "I'm sorry what?"
"We can't seem to kill him either," Derek mumbled. "I've seen a lot of things Scott. I've never seen anything like this. Every full moon is just gonna make him stronger."
"Then how do we stop him?"
The Alpha shrugged, "I don't know."
"Maybe you should just let the Argents handle it then," you chimed in sitting on a chair.
"I'm the one who turned him, it's my fault."
"Yeah but you didn't turn him into this," Scott argued, "This happened because of something in his past, right?"
"That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple." You crossed your arms in annoyance, "What do you mean?"
"What are you not telling us," Scott asked at the same time as you.
"Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"
"Because you always ARE keeping something from us!" The both of your voices had resonated, it had even startled Isaac. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."
"Doesn't being part of your park mean no more secrets," Scott asked quietly.
"Go home, Scott. Take (Y/N) too. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Cause the full moon is coming and with the way things are going, I got a feeling it's gonna be a rough one."
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It was officially spring break and that meant Lydia's birthday was almost here. Much to your surprise, there was a box on your porch from the red haired girl. She had sent you a dress to wear to her party tonight. You thought it was sweet considering you two weren't really friends. You were planning on going to her party so the gesture made some sense, unfortunately, you would have to leave early due to the full moon.
Derek had asked you to find something for the Betas to get through their first full moon, he had mentioned a spell and while you couldn't find anything like that you were able to find a type of potion to deprive them of their senses and calm their minds.
This morning you had decided you should probably pay the newly formed pack a visit, especially since you needed to let Derek know what you found and your plan. Which is why as soon as you got up and got dress you were on your way to the abandoned station.
You walked down just in time to here the pack talking once more, you did always seem to do that. "It's a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become Alphas, but Alphas can also fall to Betas or even Omegas," Derek explained.
"Like Scott?" Isaac stood looking at Derek.
"Scott's with us."
"Really? Then where is he now?" Derek looked at the Beta, "He's looking for Jackson. Don't worry, he's not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. There's a price you pay for this kind of power." Derek picked up the chains, which you had recognized to be the same ones you had seen before, "You get the ability to heal. But tonight you're gonna want to kill anything you can find."
You had walked further into the room as Erica joked, "Good thing I had my period last week, then?"
You saw Derek pull out another chain, this one had a large circle and spikes on it, "Well this one's for you." You cleared your throat to let your presence be known and the whole pack turned towards you. Derek had nodded at you, like a peace offering on some kind, "Did you find it?"
You pointed at him, "The spell, no. But I did find this potion type thing that's able to deprive someone of their senses for purposes like this.
Derek looked relieved, "Thank you, do you have it?" You shook your head, "No, it takes a little bit of time to prepare and I just found it the other day. Deaton is helping me though to make sure it's perfect, should be ready tonight."
"Okay, thank you, bring Scott tonight, I might need some help." You hissed slightly, "Oh, yeah that might be a problem."
"What do you mean?"
You sat on a crate nearby as you began to explain, "Well you see, Lydia's birthday is tonight and Allison and Stiles are making us go. So Scott's gonna probably be busy with that and the whole finding Jackson thing." Derek had given you a deadpanned look, unimpressed by your answer. You raised your hands in defense, "Hey, don't look at me like that, they're making me. Lydia's even pressuring me," you leaned forward like you were gossiping to a group of best friends, "She sent me a dress and it was on my front porch this morning. I mean now I have to go, right?"
You scanned the room and almost everybody in the room was amused by your words, except for of course Derek. You sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be here to drop off the potion stuff tonight, I'm not gonna stay there for very long." Derek finally excepting defeat and just nodded walking away.
Erica and Boyd starting to converse from across the room and Isaac made his way to you slowly. You stood quickly, trying to play it off as best as you could. He made you nervous, especially now that you could let your guard down around him.
"You're going to a party?" You nodded slowly, confused since you had just finished talking about it, but when you looked up into his eyes, you saw it.
Jealousy.
"And Stiles and Scott are going too, right?" You nodded once more this time slightly more amused. "Yes, they are even if they weren't going you don't need to worry, I'm not gonna go around dancing with guys." His eyes widened as he realized he had been caught. You grabbed his hands softly pulling him a little closer and whispered, "When you get this whole full moon thing down, there will be nothing stopping you from being my plus one to every party."
Your words had gotten him flustered, you could see it in his eyes and in the way his cheeks glowed a little redder. It was like the old days, with the soft shy Isaac you knew before, "Walk me out?" He nodded his eyes just focused on you like a trance.
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You had gotten ready for Lydia's party, of course wearing the dress she had given you, and you were at the clinic before you met up with Scott and Stiles.
"So, you added a little bit of rosemary to the water and then what," you asked watching as Deaton crushed the rosemary and threw it in the bowl. "Evening primrose, it's native to America and the oil extracted has been know to be quite anti-inflammatory. When combine with a Nymph's magical energy it was discovered to be able to affect supernatural species however they choose depending on the concoction," he laid whole petals into the water.
He turned and opening a cabinet, pulling out a Bunsen burner and rigging the small bowl above it. He looked at you and pointed to the bowl, "Rosemary is known to heighten concentration and memory, it will allow them to remember their human side more. Normally you would want to let the flowers ferment in the water for a week to allow the water to naturally be flavored."
You looked at him as he turned on the flame, then water instantly starting to steam, "But since we don't have time for that, heating the water will just have to do, it won't be as effective but with Derek and you there I'm sure it'll do the job." He gave you a smile before sliding your book over to you.
"You mean with Derek there, I'm still useless in a fight," you muttered, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you saw Deaton open the book. "Not anymore, I'm going to help you learn a basic offensive spell that uses a similar technique to your barriers. Since you've become more familiar with that and your natural talent, it should pretty easy for you to catch on." Your hand gripped the table, finally, you wouldn't be useless. You could actually hold your own, protect your friends.
"Okay, what do I do?"
He guided you away from the table and into the open space, he stood next to you. "For the most basic offensive technique you keep your hands here," he showed you, his elbows bent and his palms facing out, "You then will push out like your pushing someone away from you."
You copied the movement that you were very well acquainted with, considering you were constantly pushing Stiles around. "This doesn't seem that hard," you commented.
"The movement no, the build-up and timing will be."
You gave the man a confused glance, "What do you mean?"
"You essentially have to build up, in simple terms, your magic power to use this. What you're doing is using the amount of power you allow to either push an opponent back or even strike them. If you don't put enough magic pressure into, you could very well die to an enemy."
Your lips pursed, "Ah, there's the catch, it's never gonna be easy is it?" He chuckled, "No, unfortunately for you, your powers are all about balance. It's all tedious strategy and technique. Now try for real, let your power run through your veins and into your palms," he gestured into the open area.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to feel every ounce of the power you spent so long keeping down. It felt like a weight had been lifted and you felts tingles in your hands. You took the stance and pushed with as much force... nothing.
You tried again.
Nothing.
"Why can't I get it," you groaned.
"Relax, you have time. When you build a barrier what do you do?" You huffed at his question, crossing your arms, "Well, I imagine the energy flowing around whatever it is, that seems to work best." He nodded and pointing, "You see, just as I had said to Stiles, the imagination is a wonderous thing, do that and try again."
Shaking your limbs out to loosen up, you took another breath. A few nervous hops later and you brought yourself into the stance once more. You went through the motions, this time even with your eyes opened, you imagine the same iridescent glow you're used to. You pushed it out and this time...
You felt a blast whish passed you, blowing your hair. Everything on the shelves rumbled and shook, clattering around. "Yes! I did it!"
"And just in time too, the water is ready. All we need is just a spark of your power and it'll be good to go." He had bottled the waters into small vials and raised them up to you. Maybe it was the happiness of everything but without even thinking you raised your hand and instantly the vials shined your usual iridescence. When you realized what you did, your eyes widened, "It seems you're becoming more comfortable with who you are," Deaton smiled, "Now, I believe you have a party to go to."
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"Hey! Allison! Wait up!"
The dark haired girl turned around to see you running, well trying to at least, to her. You were in heels and while you didn't have problems with walking, anything faster was immediately not as easy. "Damn it! Why did she send me a dress," you complained adjusting the fabric, "Normally I wouldn't say anything but tonight is not the night for me to be wearing something even slightly inconvenient."
She laughed at you giving you her arm, which you gratefully took, "You're still helping Derek tonight?" You nodded patting your little purse which held the vials, "Yep, sadly Derek created a problem that he needs others to help fix." Allison nodded along, "Yeah it feels like this whole semester has been about Derek and his pack."
You scoffed, "Tell me about it. We also never get to hang out anymore either so it makes it that much more impossible to not focus on the Derek problem." Allison smiled at you, you two really hadn't been that close recently. When she first came to Beacon Hills, you had easily befriended her (mainly for Scott you will admit) and even though she had hung out with Lydia and Jackson, it never deterred you from the girl. She was truly your closest girl friend if you were being frank.
"Well I'm glad you're here, I've missed being able to hang out," she said tugging you further up the driveway. You reached Lydia's front door where she had greeted you both with a smile, a smile that made you slightly uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you just weren't close with the girl and went back to scanning the room for Jackson, and your best friends.
"I'm gonna do a walk of the house, see if he's wandering about," Allison said pointed in the distance. She started walking off when you nodded, "I'm gonna look for the boys, be careful."
"You too."
She was now gone and you once more let your eyes wander the backyard, this time you had actually seen the two boys you were looking for. They had just made they're way outside when you reached them, "Hey."
They acknowledged you, "Have you seen Allison?" You nodded at Scott, "Yeah, we came in together." Scott went to ask you another question but he was quickly shut down by the clicking of heels, you turned to see Allison walking back up to you, "Uh, Jackson's not here."
"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles observed the backyard and he was right, it was eerily quiet. "Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.
"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job," Stiles expressed. You kissed your teeth and gestured to the boy in agreement, your eyebrows raised. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.
"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years," Scott argued and shrugged. Stiles tried to defend himself, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night."
Scott made an unconvinced look, "We don't owe her a party."
"What about the chance to get back to normal?" The question shocked Scott, "Normal?"
"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us," Allison countered. You held up your hand, "Now hold on. First, just want to clarify, not against throwing her a party, it's her birthday. But it's not our fault she's gone coocoo for Coco Puffs, alright? That was all on Peter. Peter is the reason any of us are even in this mess to begin with, so she can blame him like the rest of us."
There was a silence after you made your point and you broke it once more, "Now that I've made my point let's throw her a good party," you said offering Allison your support.
"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott had relented. Stiles nodded as well, "Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like really going." He dug into his pocket for his phone and Allison tilted her head, "Who?"
"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."
You chuckled catching on to who he was referring to, "Well then I'm sure this party is going to be in good hands. Chop, chop, people, let's go."
Soon enough Stiles' and Scott's called guests had made it and now the party was much more lively, you were pretty sure you could slip out now without Lydia noticing. You were standing with Stiles and Scott, watching as Allison stood across the pool with Lydia.
"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what," Stiles asked. Scott's head snapped up to look at the boy, "Why should I apologize?"
"Because you're the guy. It's what we do," Stiles pointed out. You snorted at his answer and it caught both your best friend's attentions, "More like, you've made her feel ignored for the past couple of weeks."
"But I didn't do anything," Scott said cluelessly, you shook your head with a slight roll of your eyes as Stiles continues, "Well then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong." You nodded this time, "Now, that, is true."
Scott grumbled, "I'm not apologizing." You nudged the boy slightly, "Is that the full moon talking, buddy." Scott looked at you and agreed, "Probably."
"Why do you guys care, anyway."
"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles emphasized, "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. This one is in love with a nut job," he gestured, "And so am I. If on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
"Hey, I'm not in love with Isaac," you exclaimed. Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, okay sure, I never said Isaac, Mrs. Denial." You went to argue again but was cut off by Scott standing, "You know what, you won't need to stab yourself in the face because I'm gonna do it for y-."
"Don't stab yourself in the face."
Both you and Stiles paused, looking at the Omega, "Why not?" Scott didn't look at Stiles, "Because Jackson's here." You three looked across the pool and there he was just staring at you guys. You blew out a stream of stressed air, "Alright, that's my cue to leave. You guys got this?" Both nodded wordlessly, keeping their eyes on Jackson.
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Leaving the party was pretty easy actually, you got out like the Flash and now you had to deal with your anxiety of being in abandoned train car with three crazed out Betas. You had rushed into the car to see Erica and Boyd chained up in the back huffing from rage and Isaac and Derek in the front.
"Okay, so I see I might have been a little late," you said awkwardly.
Derek gave a pointed look, "Yeah, no kidding." Isaac however looked much more relaxed than before, still you could see he was definitely struggling. That's when you heard the two Betas in the back to cry and scream. The noise made you wince as you crouched down next to Derek and in front of Isaac.
"How do you not feel this," Isaac gritted his teeth.
"I feel every second of it," Derek had basically snarled. That didn't stop Isaac from shooting back, "Then how do you control it?"
"Find an anchor. Something meaningful. Bind yourself to it to keep the human side in control," Derek instructed tightening the chains, he jutted his chin out to other set on Isaac's other side and you got the message. You took the other chain and began to tighten it as best as you could.
"What is it for you?"
Derek took a pause before answering the Beta, "Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody."
"You mean Scott?" You nodded slowly and whispered gently, "Scott's is Allison, even just the thought of her is able to calm him down." Derek indicated that you were right, "Alright, that should do it," he declared.
You opened your little shoulder clutch and grabbed the three vials, "Here, if you can get these two to take it now, it should help calm them down." You handed him two bottle and he nodded starting to get up but then he was interrupted by a loud break. Isaac had broken the seat holding his chain, he gave you both a knowing look.
"Go, get out of here," Derek urged you and before you panicked even more you opened the third vial you still had, "Take care of those two, I'll be okay." He didn't even respond as he was already moving to the back. You looked at Isaac who had sweat dripping from his forehead, "You need to go, it's not safe." You shook your head sitting on the chair, "Do you trust me?"
Isaac didn't even hesitate before agreeing, "Okay then I need you to drink this, okay?" He nodded and tilted his head back slightly and you poured it into his mouth, resting your hand in his hair to support his head.
"It might take a moment but it should kick in soon," you didn't get to see his reply because Derek had rushed towards you, grabbing your forearm and dragging you out of the train car. You could hear all their screams as Derek left a voicemail for Scott, "Hey Scott, could you call me back, I think I'm gonna need some help." Cue the violent and guttural growls and screams from Derek's pack.
"I thought you said it would help them?"
"It will but it's gonna take some time for it to kick in, it wasn't that strong since I couldn't properly prepare it."
Derek nodded, "Definitely gonna need some help." He unleashed his claws and walked inside the car. You followed closely and quietly behind, Derek had side stepped to stay out of Isaac's slash. You stayed in front, out of the away but also because your body ran cold, the sight of a blood thirsty Isaac terrified you.
Erica and Boyd had broken free and started advancing towards Derek. You had gotten distracted and hadn't even realized that Isaac also broke free until you heard the crunch of metal and the smash of glass. You lifted your hands up protecting your face from the flying shards, "Isaac!" He had already jumped out and you couldn't afford to take care of him yourself, not when Boyd and Erica were currently slashing at Derek, who was on the ground.
You had a clear shot to hit at least Boyd, maybe if you could get him off Derek, the Alpha would be able to fight off Erica himself. You focused your energy trying to make sure your blast was gonna be power and then when you were ready you pushed it out, watching as the glowing blast knocked Boyd off and made him forget about Derek. Only then did you realize that meant Boyd was now on you.
Derek had done exactly like you had thought and started to fight off Erica. You on the other hand were currently using small blasts to at least keep Boyd back. "Boyd, listen to me, I don't want to hurt you. Please, just calm down!" The Beta didn't listen, he snarled before raising his hand high to bring it down for a big slash. When he made a dash for you, you were prepared to feel something since you had no time to push him back.
But you never did.
Instead you heard another crash and felt someone shove passed you, you opened your eyes to see none other than Isaac holding Boyd down against the seat. He acknowledged Derek with a nod, letting him know he was in control. Things calm down once Derek had also knocked Boyd out and locked him and Erica back against the pole.
Isaac calmly sat in his old seat just staring forward, his eyes glowing. You sat next to the boy while Derek began to rechain him. "I think you'll be okay now," Derek started, "Looks like you found an anchor." You noticed in the corner of your eyes him direct his gaze at you but you paid no mind to it, only keeping your focus on the boy in chains.
"My father."
Your eyes widened. You didn't know what you were expecting as his answer but it certainly wasn't that. You saw the same confusion on Derek's face, "You father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." He had said it as a statement but it sounded more like a question.
"He didn't use to."
Isaac set his hand down in his lap and Derek jangled the chains to confirm its security. "Go, take care of them, I got this," you said softly to the dark haired werewolf. He silently looked at you before walking away. You hesitated for just a moment and then you lightly rest your hand on top of Isaac's. "I'm glad you found an anchor, although I wasn't expecting it to be your dad." His head slowly rotating to you, "It's not."
You eyebrows scrunched and you tilted your head, "But you just said-."
"I lied."
Nodding slowly, you adjusted your position, sitting more comfortably, "Okay... then what's your anchor?"
"You."
"Me," you whispered, "but how-." He cut you off once more, "When I ran out, I heard your heartbeat pick up. You sounded so scared and I came back to myself instantly. I had to come back, to protect you, to make sure you were safe. Nothing else mattered." Your whole body dropped out of awe, you're sure you looked lovestruck by now. How do you not after hearing that?
"If it weren't for the audience back there and outside, I would totally kiss you right now."
The boy chuckled lightly, "Guess I have to wait until morning then."
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Theo: HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!
Y/N: (red, coughing and low-key looking like shit) Getting choked has become a regular thing
Theo: (getting more and more pissed)
Y/N: Plus you've got small hands
Theo: I CAN'T TAKE THIS BULLSHIT ANYMORE!
Y/N: Look buddy you choked me
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Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 2
Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf
Teen Wolf Masterlist | read part 1 here
Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x vampire!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Alan Deaton.
Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, and murder | female!reader (she/her) | ws: 6.4k
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Premise: with the riddle solved the pack now have to face the truth their English teacher is not who they thought she was. To find out who’s responsible for the chaos in Beacon Hills they have no choice but to confront Y/n about her identity and nature. Even if it could cost them their lives.
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Scott’s eyes were on the clock, flickering over to Stiles who wore an expression similar to his. Filled with unease and wondering if what they were about to do was a mistake. The minutes were ticking away as the school day approached its end. Glancing to Allison and Lydia in the front of the classroom he could see in their neck and shoulders how tense they were, Allison nervously chewing on the tip of her pen. All throughout the lecture none could stay focused. Not when the person teaching had a harrowing secret they were about to confront.
How would she react? Better yet, how were they going to even breach the subject.
Scott could see them fucking everything up in the blink of the eye. He couldn’t help but recall Peter’s warning from the night before. “Vampires can be hostile creatures—especially if they haven’t fed for a while. They can go maybe….weeks without drinking blood before they start to lose their control. Considering Loretta—or should I say, Y/n, has been in Beacon Hills a few months I can only assume she is getting her blood by some other means than preying on its citizens. Still, approach her with caution if you decide to confront her. If I was a 130 year old vampire who was a wealthy socialite that survived one of the most famous shipwrecks in history and was being hunted by my creator…well let’s just say I wouldn’t let you leave still breathing.”
The more the seconds ticked by the more Scott was regretting the plan. After much debate the pack wanted to get to the bottom of everything quickly and that meant confronting Miss. Andrews at school. Which was very unnerving. Discovering she was a vampire only made her more intimidating after already establishing herself as someone who came off as unapproachable. Though they had few interactions, Scott found Miss. Andrews to possess an aura that reads, ‘better to wonder in silence rather than search for answers.’ Appearing no older than the age of thirty, sometimes she’d say words or phrases that made her seem much older.
Thankfully their English section was the last period of the day. Isaac wasn’t in the class but he had Miss. Andrews that morning and kept his eyes out for the necklace, however, he was unable to tell if the woman was wearing it.
The Heart of the Ocean.
What led them to her.
If she was wearing the necklace it had to have been beneath her high collared shirt that was paired with a black blazer and dress pants. Now knowing what they know, they realized Miss. Andrews always wore clothing that was sophisticated and concealed her neck area. Whether it be a turtleneck or a collared shirt, they wondered why they hadn’t found it odd before. California was hot even in the early months of the year—especially in April as they approached summer.
Peter’s words echoed in Scott’s mind, “Vampires are cold-blooded creatures. The warm weather has little effect on them and though the glimmer acts as a camouflage to other supernatural creatures it doesn’t change their nature. They’ll be cold to the touch. Faster than the speed of sound. Stronger the older they are. And some even have little gifts that separate them from others.”
“Gifts?”
“Abilities. Very rare among their kind but those who possess them are more enhanced in every aspect than others. I’ve heard stories about one who can read minds. An old…acquaintance, of mine said he once encountered a vampire who could compel anyone to do anything for them. Let’s hope neither your killer or his little creation have any talents. Otherwise your odds of coming out of this in one piece are going to be very low.”
The hairs stood on the back of Scott’s neck when Loretta…Y/n… passed him as she walked in between the aisle of desks. It was like his senses were trying to warn him despite his others unable to detect she was not human.
“What people fail to understand about Romeo and Juliet…” Loretta moves between Lydia and Allison, missing how both girls tense up. “Is that it is not a romance despite having a prominent theme of love thorough out the play. To be considered a romance it must have what you would call, ‘a happily ever after,’…” Turning to face the class, Loretta leans her back against the desk with her arms crossed over her chest. Scott almost perches up, straining his ears to see if he could pick up movement around her neck.
Her eyes scan across the room, lingering on Scott and Stiles when they quickly look away, “Specifically for the protagonist—or protagonists in this setting. Romeo and Juliet die at the end of the play, therefore there is no happy ending. Yes, their families end up putting past their differences due to the loss of their loved ones. But the protagonists did not get to ride off into the sunset and live out their lives in peace. So the more appropriate term for the play would be a tragedy. A genre focused on human suffering and sorrowful events that happen to the protagonist. And as we have learned these past weeks, Shakespeare was known for his tragedies. Romeo and Juliet is just one of his many—Macbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar to name a few.”
There were only two minutes remaining in the class. Scott tapped his pen against the book anxiously, eyes back on the clock as Siltes sent him another look. Isaac’s scent soon filled his nostrils, indicating he was outside the door. And glancing over her shoulder, Allison gave a slight nod of, ‘it’s gonna be okay,’ to try and ease his nerves.
“Tragedies can be inspired by an array of things,” Loretta moved her arms so her hands were clasped in front of her. Again, Scott couldn’t help but listen for the rustling of jewelry. All he got was a usually steady pacing of her heart. If that even was her heart.
“Personal lives and historical events.” Lydia and Alice glance at each other as do Scott and Stiles. “They dive into the catharsis of their audience. Bringing pleasure through pain because we as humans—,” the teens share another look, “cannot help but find a sense of enjoyment in seeing the main character fail. Witness their downfall. Does that say something about us in how we view others?” The question was rhetoric, Loretta watching the students think in silence before shrugging. “That is for you to decide.”
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In a hurry students gather their belongings and make their way out the door. For the four teenagers planning to stay they are slow in their movements.
“Don’t forget tomorrow’s quiz is on Act five,” Loretta shouted lightly, pushing off from the desk only to walk around it. “Then we will begin our unit on Poe so be sure to have your textbooks with you.” As Loretta starts to erase the chalkboard the teens draw to the back door of the class to make it look like they're leaving but really they stop once Isaac enters. Then with a nod, “let’s do this,” they make their way back into the classroom.
Reaching the front row of the desks, the sound of Stiles bumping into a chair catches the woman’s attention, turning to face the group with perplexed eyes making them freeze like deer in headlights.
“Well hello,” Loretta places the eraser down, surprised to see five of her students behind her. “Wasn’t expecting you all to stay after the period ended. Everything alright?” She connects eyes with all, sensing their distress.
Scott is the first to speak, “We’re sorry to bother you when you’re busy, Miss. Andrews,” he felt his heart pick when he nearly addressed her by her real name. “We were just wondering if you could help us with something.”
“Is it about tomorrow’s quiz?” Loretta is calm, collected, and shows no signs of nervousness. “Because unfortunately if that’s the case I can’t—.”
“It’s about our history project,” Allison cuts in, causing the boys to give her a look that read ‘what are you doing?’ She gives a smile when Loretta tilts her head.
“Are you asking me to read over your report? Check for any grammatical errors? That I can do for you if you have a rough draft.”
“No,” Lydia rubs her neck, watching Loretta take a piece of chalk in her hand while bidding a glance at her lesson plans on the desk. Lydia licks her bottom lip, “more like we would like some advice if we have the facts right on it.” Loretta makes a sound between a laugh and scoff.
“I think you’re better suited asking your history teacher,” she raises her brow at them. Her heartbeat is steady against Scott’s ears, the werewolf catching Isaac’s eyes to see he heard the same. “I’m afraid my knowledge on whatever the topic of your project is will be limited compared to your teacher.”
“Actually,” Scott swallows, “We think you’re the best person there is to help us.”
Lorretta makes another sound, smirking lightly like the teens were humoring her, “Oh really?” Chalk in hand she faces the board to begin writing Friday’s plan. “Why is that?”
“Because it’s about Titanic.”
Instantly they watch her hand stop mid air, clutching the chalk in a grip they’re afraid it was going to snap in half. In fact, it did break in half. Not even two seconds after the words leave Scott’s mouth, however, her hand remains in the air. A slight tremor replacing the chalk as it clunks to the tile floor.
Silence fills the room as all time stops. Loretta was paralyzed where she stood. Back facing the group where they couldn’t see her face. But considering she was frozen like a statue, it wasn’t difficult to assume she had the same expression they did when they saw her picture the night before.
Scott takes a hesitant step closer, tone cautions as he mutters, “Y/n.” Her low gasp fills his ears, physically reacting to the name. Behind him the others tense, Isaac consciously moving closer to Scott as Stiles pushes the girls back. They all wait for her next move.
“Y/n—.”
Slowly her hand comes down, head dipping slightly, “How do you know?” The question sounded like Y/n knew this day would come. That in a town where supernatural beings resided she was bound to be discovered but hoped it would be some time before she did.
The teens couldn’t hold back the shudder when Y/n faced them. Her eyes lacked any color. Pitch black like onyx and void of friendlessness. It made them wonder if she was wearing contacts or the glimmer had seeped away to show what her real eyes were. They prayed for the former, for Peter had mentioned when a vampire was hungry their eyes would darken.
Her jaw clenched and Scott instantly straightened to prepare for any sudden attack. She was stronger than him—he knew just from Peter’s warnings. While he had Isaac and Allison armed with a silver dagger, they were no match for a 130 year old vampire who could move faster than they could blink. And if she had abilities….they were straight fucked.
Instead Y/n’s voice went low, repeating her question, “How. Do. You. Know.”
Scott gulped, finding his voice, “Stiles,” with his hand out he motioned for riddle. Stiles fumbles through the front pocket of his backpack, finding the paper and passing it over as Y/n stares the entire time. Carefully the alpha drops the riddle onto the desk, using his fingers to slide it towards her and watches as she picks it up. They are silent the entire time Y/n reads the written words, her mouth tightening as though she recognized the handwriting the moment her eyes met the first line.
Her eyes then close when she finishes the final verse. “He’s found me,” she doesn’t need their confirmation, “it’s been him all along.” Him all along referencing the murders. “I should’ve known.” Her eyes open and lock on Scott, “When did he leave you this?”
“Last night.”
“Where.”
“U-uh Derek Hale’s loft.”
“Hale,” Y/n whispers, the name familiar on her tongue. “Thalia’s son.”
“You know them?” Stiles was flabbergasted. “Y-you know what they are.”
“Of course I do,” Y/n sounded offended, causing the teen to wince. “I’ve been alive 130 years. I knew of the Hale pack when Thalia's grandparents were the leaders.” There’s a pause as her gaze moves to Scott, “And I know Scott is an Alpha. Isaac is a beta. Allison is a hunter—part of the renowned Argent family,” there was a hint of distaste behind Y/n’s tone causing Allison to stiffen. Y/n rests her eyes on the redhead before ending with Siles, “and Lydia is a banshee. But you are the only human, Mr. Stilinski. Which might I say is quite the surprise.”
Stiles scratches his neck, “R-really?”
“Yes. Usually humans don’t last long with supernaturals. Would’ve thought you’d be a beta by now—seeing that your best friend is an alpha.” Seeing his friends become uncomfortable with the assumption, Scott switches the subject.
“Next week is the anniversary of Titanic sinking,” her expression instantly changed. “You were there.”
“I was,” it came no louder than a whisper, a distant look within her eye indicating Titanic was still a painful memory for the woman. “And you know then—from this,” she holds up the riddle, “What I am? What I do?”
Each of them nod, “we do.” They still couldn’t wrap their heads around it. That their English teacher, of all people, was an immortal who was aboard Titanic.
“And you’re not running for the hills,” she hums, not sure whether to find them idiotic or courageous. “How interesting.”
“Well when you live in a town like Beacon Hills…you try to get used to it,” Stiles shrugs, a little terrified when Y/n’s expression reads that of, ‘you think you’ve seen it all? You have no idea what else is out there.’
“This is how we found you….” Lydia removes the printed article with the picture of Y/n wearing the necklace. Handing it to the woman, Lydia sees her face soften, eyes lingering on the pictures of her with Theodore and Benjamin.
“Forgot this existed honestly,” Y/n mutters, finger brushing over the image. “It’s the only picture we ever took as a family. And this one,” she points to the one of only her, “this was the first and last time I had a portrait done.” A hand comes up to her neck area, all eyes following the movement where they watch her remove the Heart of the Ocean from beneath the material. It was more exquisite in person than they imagined. A stunning blue diamond in the shape of a heart surrounded by white diamonds and all along the chain.
No wonder she kept it hidden. Anyone would’ve been drawn by the beauty of the jewelry if they were to see it. Then of course there was the tiny fact it was worth 350 million dollars and the link to her past.
Y/n lets out a pained chuckle, “I’m impressed you managed to piece it together. So quickly might I add.” Her finger runs along the surface of the diamond, “but then again, Heart of the Ocean is not something you hear everyday.”
“It’s the source of your glimmer, isn’t it?”
Y/n narrows her eyes at Scott’s question, “How do you know about the glimmer?”
Stiles is the one to answer, “Derek’s uncle seems to know everything about supernatural creatures. He was the one who figured out you and your creator were vampires. Then he explained how you were able to pass as human—why they wouldn’t be able to pick up on your scent.”
“He said vampires will sometimes wear enchanted jewelry,” Allison’s gaze went back to the necklace, flicking back to Y/n who had straightened her posture, “That Druid’s can make it so you’re not affected by the sun and give off a human scent. He suspected the Heart of the Ocean was it for you.”
Once again Y/n appeared impressed, “well he was right. Which is unfortunate for me,” she mutters almost annoyed, eyes going back to reread the riddle. Scott leans more against the desk.
“We need to know who is doing this, Y/n—Loretta, if that’s what you prefer,” he corrects when her hand flexes. “And why. He gave us this riddle to find you and now that we have we have no idea what’s gonna happen next. Do you have any clue why he’s doing this?”
Y/n let out a loud exhale—prompting Scott to remember it was for show since vampires didn’t need to breathe. Having to put up the facade of being human for so long likely had the mannerisms come naturea. The riddle drops onto the table. “His name is Sebastian Lavigne. Don’t bother trying to find him on the records of passengers aboard that night—,” Stiles’ hand pauses as he jots down the name. “Sebastian didn’t have a ticket. He was a stowaway who snuck aboard when the ship docked in France. Disguised himself as a crew member so he wouldn’t get caught.” She paused to sigh again, “Quite frankly I’m not even sure if that’s his real name—he’s likely going by another alias.”
“Kinda like you?”
Y/n made a face at Stiles’s question, but answered nonetheless. “If you haven’t noticed, Mr. Stilinski, I do not age. If we stay in a place too long people start to suspect, therefore we have to move consistently and with that comes an identity change. But I always knew him by Sebastian though to the public he went by a different name. And so did I,” she glances at photos of her. “I couldn’t go by my real name after Titanic because of who my family was and everyone thought I was dead. Then of course the fact I was now a blood-sucking creature.
“Sebastian is a deceitful man. And this riddle—,” a finger aggressively hits the paper a few times, “is just one of his many games. He knows exactly where I am and only did this to mess with you. Probably because he knows you’re onto him. He wanted you to figure out what he was. Leading you to me…it was to warn me he’s coming.”
Lydia tenses, feeling a wave of dread course through her, “why is wanting to find you?” Y/n crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at the floor.
“Because he’s angry I left him. That I broke away from him. Vampires are usually nomadic—hardly ever join up together. Kinda like how werewolves have packs to make them stronger, well….a group of vampires would decimate anything that stood in their way. Sebastian’s a man who desires power,” Y/n rubs her hand on her forearm. “And together we were powerful—especially with our gifts.”
“Gifts?” Scott’s heart skipped, thinking of Peter’s warning. “You both have gifts?”
“Yes,” Y/n didn’t sound proud of it. “Sebastian can compel you to do anything—you’ve heard of him,” Y/n’s shoulders slumped at their reaction.
Stiles flexes his hand, unease in his voice, “Peter told us about a vampire like that. Said he knew someone who encountered them. Is he the only one who can?” Y/n’s nod of confirmation only increases their anxiety.
“As far as I know, yes he is. His gift is powerful, but it only works close range. Meaning in order to be affected you have to be directly in front of him. Sebastian has to stare into one’s eyes to compel them,” Y/n glances to her feet again, “but once he does they have no choice but to do what he says. And combined with mine…..” she shudders, making them frown. “No one could stand a chance against us.”
“What can you do?” Allison asks, a little unsure if she even wanted to know.
“Make you see anything I want. Whether it be tapping into your memory or my own, I can conjure illusions. Illusions derived from your greatest fear causing you to become incapacitated,” everyone’s demeanor became that of concern. “As you can imagine it came in handy when traveling with Sebastian—especially against our enemies,” Y/n comes around the desk so she’s closer to the group, “or more like his enemies since it was always him who had to instigate conflict.”
Lydia’s eyes draw in suspicion, “Why’d you leave him?” It was the question everyone wanted the answer to. And Y/n didn’t appear happy to answer it.
“He’d been keeping things from me. During my time with Sebastian he liked to isolate me—keep me from interacting with others of our kind. He didn’t want me to know I could feed without preying on humans. Or about glimmer which is why I spent most of my days locked in doors and only came out at night. He kept me from my son,” her lips tightened, “I understood why at the time…but then I found out his motives.”
The air thickened in the classroom.
“Things that could have made my fate turn out different than what it was,” her voice turned cold, eyes darkening even more. “Yes, he pulled me from the water that night…but he didn’t have to turn me into this to save me. There was another way and he chose to turn me for what I was worth to him. So when I found out decades later the truth—that he had turned me for his own selfish gain. Robbing me of the life I could have had with my son and family…”
Y/n’s hand moves to the jewelry on her neck, “I found the closest Druid I could find and had them enchant this. That way he’d lose my scent and be unable to track me.” Her hand comes back down with a sigh, “But somehow he always manages to be a step ahead of things.”
“How long ago did you escape him?” Scott wonders aloud.
“Forty years ago.”
Stiles’s jaw drops, “He’s been hunting you for four decades?”
“Likely so. With me he was more powerful. With me he was more rich,” Y/n explained, tone bitter with each word. “Shortly after we returned to New York he compelled me into robbing my own home. The amount we stole still hasn’t run dry—at least not for me,” a tinge of a smirk indicated Y/n left him with nothing when she escaped. “So I wouldn’t put it past him for devoting this many years to find me. But it’s not to get me into his good graces, no, he wants to punish me. And the best way to punish me is to play games like this,” lightning fast her hand grasps the riddle and crutches it between her fingers. “To cause chaos and hurt innocent people because he knows how much I hated it when we did. The murders. Leaving you this riddle. He won’t stop even after he’s got what he wants.”
Scott’s shoulders drop slightly, “And what does he want?”
“To kill me. Scott,” Y/n’s words send a shiver along his body. “I’ve made a life of myself without him—one where I try everyday to make up for the things I did with him. Preying on humans. Torturing the minds of those Sebastian hated. He wants me to feel that shame and regret before he finishes the job. Because that’s what he does, however, now that he’s brought you all into his game there’s not going to be an end until he’s satisfied. Once he’s through with me you will become his prime source of entertainment. Or, he’ll see you as a benefit and want to corrupt you. Just like he did to me.”
Silence fills the room as the teens take in the new information. All deep in thought wondering what to do or say next. The reality of Sebastian’s cruel nature and games proves beyond their expertise. They weren’t sure exactly how to go about it. Finding Y/n was the first step, but from what she’s told them it would not be enough.
He’ll still kill. He might even target them next—especially if they refuse whatever offer he could be planning. Y/n didn’t have to go into detail that Scott’s status as a True Alpha with a pack of unlikely allies would be something Sebastian would want to control.
And with his gift of compelling….
“We need to know what he looks like,” Scott’s the first to speak. Determination fills his gaze, “He’s got the advantage right now—a-and if he’s glimmered like you then he’s probably been passing as human.” He turns to Y/n, pleading with her for help. “You said you can show illusions. Ones that can be from your memory—can you show one with him?” The sound she responds with is one of defeat.
“He compelled me, shortly after he turned me, to erase his image from my memory because he was paranoid about us running into vampires who could read minds or Druids who could make me tap into my subconscious.” Everyone deflated at the news, but then Y/n perked up causing them to do the same. “But….he when did, he only said, ‘from this moment on.’”
Scott took a step closer, eyes full of hope, “What does that mean?”
“It means I can show you,” Y/n’s voice is low and tainted with slight dread. “I can show you the night he turned me. The night Titanic sank.”
Later that evening the pack gathered at Deaton’s clinic. It was just after sunset, around 8pm and some were starting to become impatient.
“Is she coming?” Peter grunted from where he stood leaning against a wall. “Or was this all a distraction.”
“She’s gonna be here,” Scott insisted, eyes narrowed slightly. Truth be told he was starting to worry. Y/n had promised she’d be at the clinic by nightfall but had yet to show.
“Well the clock is ticking,” Stiles fiddled with his fingers nervously.
Allison looks at the man beside her, who was checking to see if his gun was loaded with the proper bullets. “You know you didn’t have to come, dad.” Chris raises a brow, putting the safety on and placing the weapon back in its holster.
“And leave you and your friends alone with a gifted vampire who’s the reasons a psychotic one is causing hell around town? Not a chance.”
“Have you ever hunted one before?” Her voice drops to a whisper, though it doesn’t do much for those with enhanced hearing. Derek, Peter, Scott, and Isaac heard the question loud and clear.
Chris shakes his head, “No. They’re rare and not many are in America—but your great-grandfather came into contact with one in the fifties. Left us with what to do if we ever dealt with one.”
Allison gives her father a look of warning, “You can’t hurt her, dad.”
“If she gives me a reason to, I will.”
“She won’t,” she presses, aware Scott and Derek had their eyes on them. The former looked anxious.
“You don’t know how unpredictable and manipulative vampires are, Allison. None of you do.”
“She’s been in Beacon Hills for months. We asked her how she gets her blood and she said she’s been taking bags from the ER—not feeding on the town’s people,” the teen pleads, surprised with herself for defending Y/n so easily. Maybe it was the fact the vampire had been robbed of her life that made Allison sympathize. Or because she could feel the anger and fury Y/n had for her creator that she believed Y/n would stop at nothing to take him down. “And she hasn’t given any reason for us to believe she’s been working with Sebastian. She hates him, dad.” Chris doesn’t appear convinced.
“She was with him for sixty years—.”
“And she’s been without him for forty,” Allison cuts him off, promptly ending the argument. Another minute passes before all freeze at the sound of Deaton’s door chime ringing. Motioning with a hand, the doctor enters the lobby where he is met with a woman wearing a tan trench coat and boots. She spun around when she heard him approach, allowing Deaton to see the stunning jewelry around her neck. Instantly he felt the magic running through it.
“You’re the Druid,” were the first words from her mouth. “Scott told me about you.” Deaton offers a small smile.
“You must be Y/n,” when she visibly reacted to the name he apologized, “I’m sorry, would you prefer to be called—.” Her hand lifts to stop him.
“No, no. It’s fine—I’m just getting used to hearing that name again. It’s been so long since anyone other than ....” She trails off, not wanting to say his name. Deaton understands with a light nod, moving to open the gate.
“You don’t have to explain. Please, come in.”
“Did Scott inform you what to prepare?” She asks as she passes, receiving a nod from the man.
“Yes. I’m quite familiar with its effects—but I made sure to not make it too strong.” Leading Y/n into the back room, she stills at the sight of those she didn’t recognize, namely the man beside Allison and the two leaning against the wall. Everyone straightens when she arrives and her eyes go straight to Scott.
“You didn’t say we’d have guests.” Her tone is weary, making Scott move closer to show her it was okay.
“That’s Derek Hale and his uncle Peter,” a finger points to the two, glaring when he notices Peter’s eyes linger on Y/n’s figure. While he couldn’t blame him given Y/n’s striking beauty there were more important matters at the moment. “He’s the one who helped us figure out what you were.” He hears the woman make a sound similar to ‘hmph’, causing Peter to smirk and give a mock wave. Scott rolls his eyes, motioning to Chris, “And that’s Allison’s father, Chris Argent.”
Y/n’s expression tightens, appearing slightly uncomfortable with the lineup. Four werewolves, two hunters, a Druid, and a banshee? Vampires were strong creatures but even they could become intimidated. “Quite the party we have going on then.”
Stiles clears his throat to appease the tension, “uh what took you so long?” The question snaps Y/n out of the intense staring contest going on between her, Peter, and Chris. She removes her gloves to place them in her pocket.
“Well considering I’ve been out of practice I needed a pick me up to ensure my power would be at its best,” lips curl up, almost menacing which has Chris inch his hand closer to the holster. She sees the gesture and raises a brow in challenge, “Don’t worry, hunter. I didn’t sink my teeth into anything other than a donation bag.” She pays no mind to his glare, instead removing the Heart of the Ocean from her neck.
When Y/n does this a new smell enters the room right as the unusual steady pacing of her heart stops beating. The aroma is overbearing with vanilla and lavender—even for those without an enhanced sense of smell. For the werewolves, they perked up as they had never smelled anything so delightful.
“You smell that?” Y/n closes her eyes as she drops the necklace into the other pocket.
“Yeah.” Scott takes another waff of the scent, turning to her only to draw back in surprise when she opens her eyes to reveal deep red eyes replacing the color they once were. The lights from above almost made them glow. “Woah.” From behind Scott the others react to the changes of Y/n’s appearance.
Stiles and Isaac had to do a double take to make sure what he was seeing was real. Lydia and Allison shared a glance, both shuddering when Y/n made eye contact with them. Chris straightens his posture again, only amusing the vampire and Peter appears rather intrigued.
“Vampires have to lure their prey somehow,” She starts to explain. “It’s stronger for you wolves, but even you who are not are drawn by it. Makes you want to get closer, huh?” Y/n steps away, moving towards Deaton who reappears after going to the back closet to retrieve an object resembling a goblet.
“I can’t hear your heart anymore,” Scott’s tone is laced with confusion at the sudden decrease of heartbeats in the room.
“You never did. It was an illusion from the glimmer—so any creature I come into contact with would think I’m human. My heart stopped the night I turned,” the smirk she wore fell to a tight frown, “it won’t ever beat again.”
An eerie silence fills the room, her words lingering in the air. No doubt causing suspicion now that they were aware Y/n could lie and they would have no way of knowing. She could’ve been lying about everything honestly. Now they were left to wonder if any of what she said before was true.
But why would she lie? She’s made it awfully clear of her resentment for Sebastian.
The attention goes to Y/n as she removes the scalpel from Deaton’s tray and raises it to her palm. “W-what—what are you doing?” Stiles nearly gags when the skin breaks and a dark liquid like blood flows from the wound. It spills into the goblet, where a smell that could only be described as death replaces the once vanilla aroma. Deaton begins stirring the substance with a spoon while Y/n explains.
“As I’ve mentioned…” The cut disappeared without a trace not a second after Y/n lifted her hand away from the goblet. “I haven't used my power in ages—and while I fed earlier it may not be enough for it to be at its full potential. So to do this I need to remove any mental barriers from your mind.”
“And we have to drink your blood for it to work,” Peter rolls his eyes at how ironic it sounds, “how fitting.”
Y/n narrows her eyes at the man, “If you’re worried about it becoming a vampire you need not to worry. There’s no venom—that only comes from a bite. Sound familiar?” The air becomes thick and Scott moves between the two when Peter's eyes flash blue.
“What’s it going to do, Y/n?”
The vampire takes the goblet from Deaton, passing it to the teenager first, “Open your mind. To do so my blood is mixed with decade old sap from the Nematon and a rare form of wolfsbane. You’ll feel some discomfort,” she points out when all the wolves instantly become hesitant at the mention of wolfsbane, “but it won’t kill you. I need your mental state to be vulnerable. Ignore the smell—I know it’s revolting but it’ll taste like dry, bitter wine.”
Scott stares at the goblet before taking it in his hands. Inside the contents was a dark liquid with a smell that made him want to gag. He couldn’t help but ask Deaton, “You’re sure about this?”
“I’ve never worked with this before but I know someone who has. It’s potent but short lasting and won’t affect you once it’s out of your system in a few hours.” Deaton gives a look of assurance, “You might feel a pressure in your head that’s like a headache.”
Y/n adds on to the vet, “that’s so show your mental walls are dropping. But like your emissary said it’s temporary. Allowing me enough time to show you my memories in the form of illusions. But I must warn you all,” she pauses to glance at each of them. “My illusions are like vivid dreams. Where it feels real. Your body will remain paralyzed here, but your mind will be somewhere else. Not only will you see what I have to show you,” Y/n’s entire demeanor becomes serious once more. “You’ll be able to hear everything. Feel everything. The sun's rays. The cool breeze. The freezing waters…..It will be as though you’re experiencing it in real time.”
There’s a pause, letting the reality sink in on what the vampire was implying. “My question is….are all of you wishing to see what I have to show you? Now is the time to step out if you’re having second thoughts.” When no one objects, despite all looking relatively nervous, Y/n clasps her hands in front her. “Well, Scott, start us off.”
“We all have to drink it?” Stiles cringes when he’s passed the cup, Scott letting out a gag after the taste hits his tongue. Y/n smirks as she nods.
“Unless you would like to sit this out, Stiles, then yes.” Groaning, the teen plugs his nose and takes a swig before handing it to Isaac. Even after taking several gulps of water the awful taste of iron and wood remained.
One by one each person took their turn of downing the potion, with Deaton as the last one to do so. Within seconds it took effect, the most notable sign being the headache forming. Then a light feeling started to swirl all along their body. Like they were on cloud 9.
“Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?” Derek moaned, squinting when the light suddenly started to become brighter.
“You’ll get used to it in a moment,” Y/n’s closes her eyes, taking a deep breath despite not needing one. It was mostly to calm her nerves as she allowed the memory dug deep within her mind to surface. A moment later the warmth of the sun hit her skin. The smell of fresh paint and sea salt filling her nose. And the sound of a ship's whistle and people shouting echoed in her ears.
The others gasped, making Y/n open her eyes where she found them all, mouth agape and eyes bulging as though they couldn’t believe what they were seeing, staring at whatever was behind her. And when she turned around, Y/n’s lips curled up into a sad smile.
Seeing the ship of dreams again after decades filled her with an emotion she couldn’t describe—she couldn’t imagine what the pack were thinking. Probably wondering if it was a dream and they’d wake up any second. The memory was as clear as the day it was made—everything around them was exactly like it was that bright sunny Wednesday afternoon.
It was like they traveled back in time to April 10th, 1912.
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Hey guys this is something I have been working on but I'm not sure in what direction I want to take it in so I'll let you decide :) Tell me what you think.
"Stiles I am not going to help you cheat in Spanish..."
"What! I would never ask you to help me cheat, I am simply just asking my best friend in the entire world to sit next to me during the test..."
Scott frowns and punches Stiles lightly "Hey! What am I? Chopped liver? I speak spanish too!"
"Ok so tell me the ABCs in Spanish then" Stiles rubs the spot where Scott punched.
Scott glares at Stiles and Yn shakes her head "Just because Scott doesn't know Spanish doesn't make him any less Latino Stiles. Don't be an ass."
"Primo, Tu entiendes español, si o no?" (Cousin, you understand Spanish right?)
Scott shakes his head yes. Yn nods and looks over at Stiles "Don't be an ass to my cousin and don't cheat off my test" she sighs as she gets up from the table.
"Let me cheat and I'll...uhhh I won't tell Isaac you like him!" Stiles smirks smugly.
"Stiles, she's gay..."
"Oh"
#multifandom imagines#teen wolf imagine#teen wolf#teen wolf x reader#malia tate imagine#malia tate x reader#allison argent x reader#lydia martin x reader#stiles stilinski#kira yukimura x reader#scott mcall#isaac lahey
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Hot and sweaty - Allison Argent x M!Reader
"Need a spotter?" Allison questions when she enters the gym and sees you shirtless and doing bench presses trying not to overtly stare at your abs.
She didn't think she would like the apartment building her father recently moved her into after selling the house she was just getting used to but it did surprise her with some perks including its own free gym and a very hot new neighbor.
"Thanks but I'm just finishing up," you say putting the bar back into place and sitting up on the machine.
Allison not so subtly glances over your body that is dripping in sweat but is broken from her trance when you speak again.
"If you need a spotter I'm more than happy to stick around," you say smiling at her.
You've been flirting with each other for weeks but being that you went to a different school across town the only time you got to see her was in the gym, which both of you seemed to be going to more often than usual for no specific reason at all.
"I'd like that," she says, purposely going to the power rack.
She had already gotten in a run around the neighborhood and was feeling warmed up enough to stick a couple of weights on the bar.
She nervously blushed as you stood behind her and did her first squat, hoping you were watching her ass move in her tight leggings.
You were.
You bite your lip, trying not to make it so obvious you were super attracted to her as she did each rep.
When she completed her set you helped her set the bar back into place on the rack.
"You're getting really good at this, the first time we met you were only lifting half that weight," you say as she turns around so you're facing each other.
"Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you," she says boldly.
"Allison you don't need to try to impress me, I knew you were a badass the moment you walked through that door."
She looks down to your lips and back up to your eyes, making an impulsive decision and kissing you.
Your lips are salty from sweat but Allison doesn't mind, in fact she kind of likes it.
You walk her back into the wall, pinning her there while you kiss down her neck.
Your hand is on her stomach, playing with the hem of her tank top but she stops you.
"Not here," she says breathing heavily.
"Oh okay that's cool," you say thinking she meant you were moving too fast.
"My dad isn't home… let's go back to my place," she tells you.
"Only if you want to," you say making sure you were on the same page.
"I really, really want to," she nods, kissing you again.
You make it back to the fourth floor after some more very heavy making out in the elevator and she shows you to her room quickly picking up where you left off.
You're on top of her in her bed, clothes being discarded until you're both naked.
"I've wanted to do this since you moved in, you are so hot," you tell her.
"Me too," she smiles, running her hands over your toned abs still prominent from your workout.
Suddenly she's flipping you over, her wetness pooling on your stomach as she grinds her ass into your hard cock.
"Do you like this?" She asks.
"Hell yes," you reply.
She raises her hips slightly in the air, allowing her to grab your cock and guide it inside her. You both let out a deep moan as she begins bouncing in your lap.
"Oh fuck," you say, throwing your head back into the pillows while she rides you.
She does a feel slow shallow thrusts, letting you hit deep inside her before picking up the pace.
You reach out and grab her chest, nipples getting hard under your palms.
She's feeling a burn in her stomach, sweat running down her skin.
Your hands are now on her ass, squeezing it and giving it a nice slap making her gasp.
"Again," she says and you do it twice more.
Her climax is nearing so she hastily rubs her clit, shouting curse words as she cums, her walls pulsing around your cock.
"God you're beautiful when you cum," you tell her and she pushes away the hair that has fallen in her face.
"Are you close?" She questions.
"Really close," you respond.
Allison gets off of you but repositions herself in the bed so she can finish the job with her mouth.
She takes your cock that's covered in her arousal between her lips, tongue lavishing it while she firmly strokes the base.
"Shit Allison, I'm gonna cum," you say, spurting directly into her mouth which she spits out into a nearby trash can.
"I don't know if I've said this already but you are really fucking hot," you say totally in bliss, staring at her ass as she walks towards her bathroom.
"I could use a shower after getting all hot and sweaty," she says over her shoulder, "and I feel like someone should go down on me in said shower."
You tumble out of her bed, hurrying behind her not needing to be asked twice.
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sterek should have been canon :(
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Diner Talks - Teen Wolf Preference
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Idea and inspiration from my ever beloved @adarkroomandawallflower 🖤(Of course Theo's is longest...)
Following the ever-present supernatural happenings in your lives, it became a small tradition between you to, when all is said and done with the latest crisis of Beacon Hills, go down to the diner at the edge of town and unwind. A sigh of relief and good enough food that never changes, and just talk.
They're open 24/7, and you've learned you can say anything without the cook or single waitress giving a damn, from school problems to supernaturals, neither had bat an eye or paid you any mind. They have their own nights to get through, something you've really grown to appreciate and respect, they've never ratted on anything that might have past their ears.
Scott McCall: It was late when everyone called it case-closed and dispersed back to their homes after the last big bad was run out of Beacon Hills, Scott was giving you a ride home on his motorcycle when it started to pour.
Instead of going to the other side of town in blinding rain that may not have been natural, he ducked towards the only lit up building, a neon sign with an awning he could tuck his bike under, and you shared milkshakes and fries, chatting happily in the warm light and ignoring the strange figure standing across the lot.
Stiles Stilinski: The town was once again saved, everyone you loved was more or less in once piece and you were almost asleep in the passenger seat until Stiles' steady tapping a rhythm on his steering wheel changed into a sharp turn into the entrance to a diner woke you wondering if something was wrong.
He let out a whoop and fist pumped pulling into the empty row in front and you took in the place, flickering neon sign you've never paid attention to before as he was already at your door opening it for you.
He remembers when he was little and his dad would take him to eat here after a long case was finally finished, they would both get a greasy burger and greasier fries and Noah would humor some of his questions about work while urging him to eat instead.
They hadn't done this in years, not really. But now you sit across from him in the booth with greasy food served by the same cigarette smokey waitress and talk about your own cases and a little nostalgia always gets him.
Allison Argent: You first took her to eat at the diner not long after she had moved to Beacon Hills, she was unsure if the place was even there as you drove to the very edge of town. And it was completely deserted without being that late, but she followed you in, she's the new one here afterall.
When she learned about werewolves and hunters and everything else she had to tell you as soon as possible and told you to meet her at the diner immediately. She had your order waiting when you got there and was barely holding it in while you slid in across from her before spilling everything she knew and just found out before realizing, you already know about this.
Now anytime there's something new or big to discuss you end up back at the diner, talking a little too loud for such a topic pouring over new knowledge and old texts together.
Theo Raeken: It had been a long day. Both you and Theo (and hell, half the pack) were roughed up and exhausted, nearly dying before the latest big shot was run out of town, and you were starving.
And you voiced as much to Theo, who was about to say there's not much he can do about that at two in the morning, before spotting the only damn place lit up at this hour. He pulled in and huffed a laugh that yeah, it was really open.
He puts his jacket over your shoulders before you slide into the booth and takes the spot across from you, watching your gaze hungrily scan the menu and just adding "same here" once you order.
It's a sigh of relief while you lean back and wait for your food, giving him a crooked little smile while your foot bumps his leg. There's an ache from his wounds still and a scuff of dirt on your face and he wants to get you back in his truck and drive. Away from Beacon Hills and all its' trials, from the memories of hell and the pack he swears he doesn't care for.
It's tradition now, to come to eat at the diner on the edge of town, no matter how late, always lit and empty, as if waiting for you both. You take the same booth and Theo always takes whatever you order too, and he says how you can leave together. Leave everything in this town behind and it'd be okay, but you notice how less serious he sounds about it now. As he comes to accept his fate of caring about the pack and becoming attached to this town, a passing comment of the night before lacing his fingers with yours and heading home instead of a wistful glance to his truck and pleading tone.
Lydia Martin: The only one who starts this out as a normal date. Despite her expensive tastes and higher class lifestyle, she took you out to the 'cute little diner' for a tame date one night when you seemed like you needed a little time to just get away.
Though she usually would've just booked you both a spa day, she knows you well enough that you'd enjoy this little place. Rolling her eyes when you look so surprised that this is where she took you.
Unsuspectedly enjoyed the meal and just getting to talk with you here that it became your go-to whenever things became a bit much, especially after the supernatural aspect took over your lives.
Isaac Lahey: You would take him here when you were able to sneak him out after his dad had been in especially fine form. A quiet place where no one would ask or bat an eye, despite how worried he was at first.
Just a place far away from everything and a hot meal and too-large milkshake to share, always getting one with two straws because you knew he loved that in cheesy movies.
And after he became a werewolf and everyone was so busy you realized how long it'd been since you went to the diner, especially since there was nothing to stop you anymore. Now you go after every pack problem, and despite the higher stakes he's much more lighthearted on these late nights.
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17
Word Count: 3.5K
Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N: uh oh, things are changing...
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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.
“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”
“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”
“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”
“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”
“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”
“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”
The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”
“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”
“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”
“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”
“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”
“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”
If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.
“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”
“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”
(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”
“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”
Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”
And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”
“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.
“(Y/N), I…”
“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”
Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.
As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.
Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.
“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”
“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”
“Let’s go.”
The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.
Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.
“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”
“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”
The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”
“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”
“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”
“Why can’t you?”
“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”
“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”
“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”
Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”
“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”
“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”
“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”
“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”
“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”
“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”
“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”
“Ooh, family drama?”
“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”
“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”
“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”
“Can’t stand us?”
“Yup.”
“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”
“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”
“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”
“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”
“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”
“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”
“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”
As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”
“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”
“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”
“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”
“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”
“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”
“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”
“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”
“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”
“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.
They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.
“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”
“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”
“But he’s still your alpha.”
“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”
Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”
“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”
“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”
“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”
“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”
“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”
“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”
“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”
“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”
The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.
Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.
He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?
By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.
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