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The Pull (14/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word Count: 2730

Warnings: I don’t believe there are any. Maybe some fluff and a little drama?

A/N: As always, please let me know what you thought. Any comments, questions, or concerns

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The sound of someone tripping over a chair woke you up and you jolted awake trying to find the source of the noise.

“I’m okay!” Stiles called out as he picked himself up off the floor and then righted a chair.

Yawning, you stretched out your upper body before crossing your legs. Checking your smartwatch, you see that T had called you a few times, but when you see the time, you’re shocked. It’s almost 9, you had told Stiles that you were going to take a 10 minute power nap at about 4:30. Groaning, you apologize to the boy. At his hmmm, you continued “I swear I didn't mean to fall asleep that long I’ve wasted so much…” you trail off as your eyes catch sight of the board Stiles had with pictures all over the place and interconnecting red string.

“Well, you surely didn’t waste any time...” it suddenly hits you that you’re looking at his wall and not the living room TV. Looking around, you see that you’re actually in his room. You feel the blood rush to your face and you look down only to confirm that you were, in fact, on his bed. “Stiles... How did I end up in your bed?”

At that, the boy in question freezes in place. When you call his name again, he turns towards you, his eyes darting around the room and a flush across his cheek. His hand, subconsciously, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened his mouth a couple of times.

The two of you sat in silence before Stiles finally said something, “Natasha- when was the last time you slept?” His voice is soft, almost like he was worried about you, not defensive, and while he was looking at you, he wasn’t making eye contact.

You found that you couldn’t actually answer the question as, when you thought about it, you weren’t sure.

“See? Isaac sent me a text saying NOT to keep you up all night with this Barrow thing.” He began practically stumbling on his words as he tried to explain “Well- he actually threatened to scalp me if I didn’t let you get any sleep. But seeing as how the guy has only ever asked me for help when it comes to you, I figured that meant you hadn’t been sleeping well. Then you were tossing and turning on the couch and I remembered the other day, you had fallen asleep on my bed while we were working on homework and you hadn’t moved at all and you had said you’d slept great. So when you didn’t wake up after like 45 minutes, I figured I would move you here and risk you maiming me if you woke up...” he trailed off at the end, almost as if he was genuinely worried you would have hurt him.

You can feel your cheeks flaming even hotter than before and, thankfully, Stiles seems to sense your embarrassment and turns back to the board he had been working on. You’re surprised that you had been so tired you hadn’t felt him move you and surprised that he hadn’t managed to kill the both of you with his clumsiness but you’re grateful. Mumbling a small thank you to him, you absentmindedly, begin to play with the yarn in your hands.

After a few minutes you realize that there are in fact four different colored yarns. This, you think, is the perfect excuse to move away from the awkwardness that had enveloped the two of you. “So, what do the different colored strings mean?” you asked Stiles as you watched him move a red string from a picture of Barrow to a picture of the high school.

“Oh they’re just different stages of the investigation. So like, green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue’s just pretty” he says as he gestures towards the yarn in your lap. There’s something that niggles at the back of your brain but, choosing to ignore it, you ask what the red is for. “Unsolved.”

“You only have red on the board?”

He turns to look at you, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, “Yes, I’m aware, thank you.” He turns back to the board and is playing with a marker in his hands. Well that’s one way to stick your foot in your mouth. Looking at the red strings and the things they all connect to you notice a picture of a fire alarm.

“Thanks for pulling the alarm today.”

“Oh, it’s no big -”

“Did you get detention for it?”

“Yup, every day this week,” he drawls out. Turning his head over his shoulder, he says “It’s okay though, we were onto something.”

“Even though we didn’t find Barrow?” your voice is suddenly very small to your ears and you feel like you have to fight the frustration that is building within you. Stiles notices and comes to kneel by the bed in front of you.

“But he was there Natasha… You had his scent.”

You shake your head “Stiles, I was the only one that could smell it and then it just- poofed into thin air like it never existed. Anyone he hurts from here on out is my fault.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit narcissistic?” he tries to joke with you, a lopsided smirk on his face.

“Stiles - I could have stopped him if I had just gone into coach’s office earlier. Instead, he got away. So no, I don’t think it’s narcissistic. I think it’s the truth.”

“Hey look,” he takes your hands in his, “Barrow was there. If you had gone into coach’s office you could be dead right now. You know it, you smelled him. I, for one, think that it’s a very good thing that you had not gone into coach’s office. And look, if you wanted to, I’d go back to that school right now and search all night just to prove you were right.”

“And why is that?”

“You trusted me, why wouldn’t I trust you?” he asks as he begins to play with the marker in his hand.

A scoff escapes you and you shake your head, “Stiles this isn’t a tit for tat kind of thing. If -” you’re interrupted by a sneeze and Stiles looks at you then the marker in his hand before something dawns on him.

“Get up. Get up now, we’re going to the school.” He says as he begins to move through the room. You get up and follow him. Getting outside, the wind makes you shiver as you go to get in the passenger seat of Roscoe.

Stiles notices this almost immediately and shakes his head at you “Where’s your jacket?!”

“Probably at the school, it was kind of a crazy day. Or did you suddenly forget the mass murderer?” you retort back as you get in the jeep.

Closing the door, Stiles runs back inside the house and is out a second later with a red jacket in his hands. He gets in the driver’s side and hands you the jacket, “Use this, I don’t want you to get sick.”

“You know it’s rare for a were-anything to get sick right?”

He just looks at you. Nodding your head, you shake out the hoodie. The number 24 is in white under his last name. “Is this your lacrosse hoodie?”

“Just put it on.” As soon as you put the hoodie on, he’s pulling out of his driveway and heading towards the school.

“So why are we heading to-” you were cut off by your phone going off again. Looking at it, you saw that T was calling again.

“Is that T?” The confusion is evident on your face as Stiles continues “I saw the name - which by the way, T is not a name it’s a letter. Anyways- I saw T’s name on your phone when I grabbed it after - moving you. There were a couple missed calls from them.”

By this time your phone had stopped and started ringing again. “Yeah, it’s T” you sighed, not sure you really wanted to talk to them. “He’s called quite a few times- do you mind if i pick up?”

You waited for Stiles to nod his head before sliding your finger across the screen and lifting the phone to your ear. “Hey T”

“Cariña?! Oh thank God you’re ok! I was worried about you.” His voice is filled with relief and you’re not sure what he could be worried about, the Barrow situation wasn’t in the news as far as you could tell and you had talked to your dad, assuring him you were fine.

“Why’s that?”

“Umm hello! Shrapnel Bomber loose in Beacon Hills?! I’m on my way.”

“Wait, how did you know that he’s even out?”

The silence on the other line annoys you and though you’re sure you know exactly how he knows, you wait for T to say something. When he doesn’t say anything you merely say his name.

He clears his throat a couple times and you can practically see his hand running through his hair as his eyes are darting across the road in front of him and his hands gripping the steering wheel. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips and the small huff that leaves your lips has absolutely no bite to it.

“Well... I overheard your dad and brothers talking about it. And, I don’t think that they realized that -”

You had stiffened, after everything the two of you had gone through, he hadn’t- “Wait, when did you start going back to the house?”

“Oh- umm that’s kind of a recent thing. Ro wanted to catch up and-”

You don’t hear the rest of what he says as you cut him off, “So as soon as one of my brothers call, you come running? Tell me, is that because you know Ro is going to be an Alpha or -”

“That’s not what it is. You know that I wanted to talk to you but-”

“No!” you say a little more forcefully and Stiles, who had been hearing only your side of the conversation, gives you a confused look and you remember that you’re in Roscoe. Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh, “Look T - I don’t wanna argue with you. But I am fine and I don’t need you to come. Just- go home T.”

“But Natasha...”

“I mean it T... just, please listen to me here. Turn the truck around and head home. I am perfectly fine...”

“Tasha...”

“No, T… just...please?”

You can hear him groan before he lets out a long suffering sigh. “Fine... But PLEASE promise me that you’ll reach out if you need anything.”

“T! We’ve been texting back and forth for months, I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“You didn’t say anything about this!”

“It literally just happened today and besides I’m fine! And I didn’t want you to jump in the truck for no reason!”

The silence on the other end of the phone makes you feel bad for a moment. Things between you and T were good for a long time but you had just grown apart in the months before the Pull began and you were grateful for the small blessings.

“Just- promise me?” he’s begging and you’ve never been good at saying no to his begging so you nod your head before realizing that he can’t see you.

“Okay, I’ve gotta go though. We’ll talk later?”

“Ok Bella...Cuidate.”

“Siempre.” you say softly, falling into old habits with him, and then hang up the phone. Sighing, you lean your head against Roscoe's headrest and bring your hands to massage your temples

“You okay?”

Turning to Stiles you smile and nod your head. He worries that the call was something serious and you shake your head, telling him that it’s just someone checking in.

“Boyfriend?”

“Ex.”

He raises his eyebrow at you “You still talk to your ex?”

“Scott still talks to his ex... It’s not that weird.”

Stiles looks as if that hadn’t really occurred to him before and parks the old jeep. As usual, he opens the door for you and the two of you make your way into the school. As the two of you pass Coach’s office you stop and take a deep breath Barrows scent has now fully disappeared. Stiles has called your name and motions for you to follow him when you both come to the Chemistry class doors.

Looking around you, you realize that this was where the scent had disappeared earlier. Stiles walks in and heads straight for the chemical storage room. You let out a groan as Stiles walks into the chemical room.

“Isn’t that supposed to be locked?”

“Yeah, notice anything else?” He asked as he squatted down in front a set of racks and lighting up the different chemicals with his phone.

Seeing nothing that stands out specifically, you tentatively take a sniff when you realize your senses have pulled back, though the smell of chemicals is still strong. You let out a sneeze and Stiles looks at you as realization dawns on you. “That’s why they couldn’t find it... Female’s sense of smell is stronger... The chemicals would have overpowered Barrows sent to the boys. My senses pulled back to not kill myself...”

Looking around the room you see something that looks like shattered glass and some kind of thick liquid, pointing it out to Sties, he turns to light up the items. It is, in fact broken glass and a red liquid- blood.

“He was here. Performing very minor surgery on himself. You were both right.”

“And I let him walk out of the school. You know he’s going to try and kill someone. The question just becomes who?”

“That’s what we have to figure out.” he says and stands, quickly moving past you into the classroom. “We could spread out and start looking for… anything.”

As he’s looking for things, your eyes glance over to the board. There are three numbers written on the blackboard.

“Stiles?” You call as you lift your hand to point at the board itself.

“What are those?”

“I’m not sure…” you say as you step closer to the board itself. A moment later you hear Stiles on the phone, he’s leaving a message for Lydia to call him back. Pulling your phone out, you enter the three numbers but Google only gives you books, which is no help.

Stepping back, you continue to look at the numbers. Stiles’ phone is going off and he’s talking to Lydia. A moment later, the flash on his phone goes off as he takes picture of the numbers to send to Lydia. The flash reflects off the lamination of something and you look to see a periodic table.

“Hey Stiles- could it be atomic numbers?”

“What?”

“Atomic numbers, you know- from the periodic table.” You say as you point at the laminated table. “19 is potassium..” you recite from earlier memorizations of the chart. Walking back to the front of the room, you grab a piece of chalk and write the name next to the number 19. Searching for the others numbers you find them, “53 is Iodine and 88 is Radium.. But that doesn’t make any sense..”

“Sweetheart, what about the symbols?” Lydia’s asking over speaker phone and you practically jump out of your skin, having forgotten that Stiles was on the phone with her.

As your heart rate calms down, you look over to the table and write those down as well. “Potassium is K... Iodine is I... Radium is Ra…” Stepping back from the board Stiles says Kira’s name and the two of you are looking at each other.

“Lydia, we’ll be there in 10 minutes. Natasha call Scott.” Stiles commands and you’re both leaving the room, heading back towards Roscoe. Even as you rush, Stiles makes sure to open the passenger door for you. You’re trying to call Scott but he doesn’t answer. When he doesn’t answer the third call, you reach out to Kira. She also doesn’t answer. It’s likely that the two of them are distracted with each other and you don’t really want to think about what they may be doing as Stiles drives to Lydia's.

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amnachil · 4 years

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The College Society Chapter 3 Part 7

I’m back ! Holidays were fun but it’s time to go back to my very serious schedule. (Believe it please).

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Monday February 11

The blond lad moaned when he felt the girl's tongue lick his balls. Softly, she grabbed his prick, and put it in her mouth. He grunted. It was good. That's what I'm supposed to do. It was exactly his place. Here, on his feet, while someone was sucking his cock. With an ultimate groan, he came. His dick had a convulsion when he ejaculated. With both hands, he forced the girl to keep it in her mouth. For a moment, they stayed like this. Then, he let her go. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was extremely satisfied. I'm at the right place. Yeah, this is me.

"Was it good ?" asked the whore.

"Shut up stupid. I told you, I don't like your voice."

She lowered her head. What an idiot. He had finished a lesson half an hour ago, and decided to take some good time. His timer rang. The pancakes are ready. He let the stupid girl put her clothes back on. They were doing it in the kitchen, because he had these pastries to do. He put them out of the frying pan and tasted one. Good. Not my best shot, but I hope it'll be enough. He had made quite a generous amount.

"It's so hot when you're cooking in the same time." the girl said.

"Just shut up already ! Your voice make me nauseous and I don't want to puke on the pancakes !"

She stood back and mumbled an apology. The Dean's grandson couldn't wait to see Liam. I hate to admit it but... It was as enjoyable as sex. His boyfriend was so lovely, so cute... And I'm worried for Nate. I think he must tell the truth, but I can't force him. It was a real disappointment. Him, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, the king of the hunter, couldn't force someone to do what he wanted. Just because he respected Liam too much. Me. I respect this baboon.

"You're still so hard." commented the girl. "I should take care of this..."

"Cut it out ! It's not... I mean I'm not... Whatever, you can't understand."

Even think about Liam was making everything awkward. He told to this bitch to leave, and then put on some clothes. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he pouted. He had always been a chameleon. Sometimes skinny, sometimes chubby, sometimes athletic. As the best hunter, he was adapting at his prey's taste. And for Liam, his frame started to fill out again. He had this bad habit to taste everything he was cooking, and since his boyfriend asked for a lot of bakes, there he was. He patted genltly his butt. As always, the weight made it rounder, softer. Same for his belly, which had a little curve, he noticed. It had been only a bit more than two weeks since he had begun to date Liam, one month since he had begun to cook all those pastries. But I'm not doing any sport at all at the moment. Well, except sex. A short moment, he thought it was fine as long as Liam liked him. But he was the hunter here, not the prey. Stop thinking this way. I'm gaining only to catch him. Yeah, that's it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey was going to his ferrari when Theo came to talk to him. All around, some students looked at them. Especially hunters. The newbies... They all think this was an important war. They don't realise it was nothing but daily life among the hunters. You're always fighting for a meal.

"I'm sure you've heard about my withdrawal." started Theo without a hello. "You won the bet."

"Of course I did." smiled the blond lad. "I gave you a chance to give up before, but you refused."

"Well, Liam is such a special prey... I was desesperate. Of course, D.R. didn't like my last strategy and punished me. I can't come next to Liam nor his relatives. Otherwise, I would be kicked out of the hunters, and even the university. And I'm not allowed to hunt for the end of the year. Will you still try to catch him ?"

The Dean's grandson hesitated. For now, nobody knew about the boyfriend stuff. They all were thinking he was still hunting. But honestly, I'm just happy to be with him. I'm not looking for sex. Which is weird. For a hunter like him, it was a shame.

"He's my prey." he eventually ansewered. "You all know that, so don't approach him."

He knew there were hunters interested. A prey who escaped to Theo and made Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey struggle ? Some people would maybe try their luck. That was why the blond lad had to be clear.

"Well, you don't have to worry about me anymore." mumbled the dark-haired lad. "However, I have a question. Did you do something to Laura ? She said you talked together."

"I intended to but I changed my mind, lucky bastard."

It's Liam fault, again. His boyfriend asked him to not punish Theo. And they had this condition... I'm not allowed to have sex with people he knows. I'm lucky he's not a star athlete or somethin' like that.

"Thank you." whispered the swimteam captain. "I don't know why you decided to be nice all of sudden, but thank you. I can survive without Liam or Nick but Laura... You know like me what she went through. She shouldn't be involved with hunters anymore. D.R. has been clear about it, I'm supposed to protect her."

"Yeah, I know. And you did quite a bad job here. Are we done you idiotic stupid pig ? I mean, I don't like you being so nice, it make me uncomfortable."

Theo just smiled. Such a sexual smile. If I had time, we would do sex for peace but sorry man, I have a date.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey waited Liam outside a building in town. His boyfriend had this session with a shrink. God knows he needs a treatment. The guy was believing in unicorns, ogres and aliens. And me, I'm waiting. Not normal. I'm never waiting anyone. He masturbated discreetly before Liam arrived. When this one entered in the car, he had a bad expression. He was upset.

"What happened baboon ?" asked the blond lad.

"Ms. Hang wants me to see my father and to learn from him. I don't like this." explained the freshman. "It's like going to hell to learn from the devil."

"Why ?"

They never really talked about their respectives families until now. I know he has issues, but not much more.

"My mother brought up my siblings and me all by herself. He was never here. She sacrified everything for us. And then, last summer, he showed up and decided to take the custody. They've been in trial since, and he's winning everytime. Even now, I thought Theo's father would help, but it seems like he didn't. My mother will have to pay 800$ per month as child support !"

"Hold on a sec. Mr. Meyers is your dad's lawyer ?"

"Yeah, why ?"

"You're Isaac Stucker's son ?!"

Why Nancy didn't found that ? Bad. Bad. Really bad !

"You know him ?" asked Liam, surprised.

"My father and yours worked together a long time ago. Let's say they have a little argument still ongoing..."

Fuck it. My dad will kill my boyfriend. Let's forget about any form of introductions before he dies.

"You know what ? I'm gonna come with you next weekend to see your father. Will you feel better that way ?"

"Yeah. But I would feel even better if you give me these delicious pancake I smell."

Liam Wednesday February 13

"I got a call from your parents. They said to me they got a letter from your college..."

The chestnut lad sat next to Nate, in their shared bedroom. It had been a week, and things weren't getting better. His bestfriend wasn't eating well, he stayed inside, mostly alone. He started to grow a beard, and looked sloppy. And now Liam had got this call. According to Nate's parents, the university was asking where he was, because he was missing lessons. Which means he's not expelled. It was good news, but also meant the short guy had lied. I just don't know why.

"Bro, you can talk to me, you know that right ?"

"Yes." mumbled his bestfriend.

The unicorns were using her whole power to cheer him up. Nick was doing his best too. But still, Nate looked depressed, and Liam didn't like it. Dami had told him to give it time. According to his boyfriend, it was extremely important to be there and wait.

"Can I get you something to eat or drink ? You ain't eating enough."

It showed. Nate was melting like icecream in the heat. For Liam, it was another source of stress. He felt bad for his friend, and didn't know why.

"It's not necessary." assured the dark-haired lad. "Stop worrying for me, I'm fine."

He said that, but the unicorns could guess a lie. Nate remembered to Liam how himself was after all the stuff with his ex. When he had been sued for attempt of involuntary manslaughter.

"You shouldn't feel guilty." he whispered. "Whatever you did, I'm sure you had a good reason. Please, stop punish yourself, you're the best man I know."

Nate looked at him with anger.

"Maybe you know craps Liam. Just... let me alone please. Thank you for being nice, but I don't need nor deserve your pity."

The words hurt the chestnut lad's feeling, but he said nothing. I'm sure he doesn't mean this. To see his bestfriend like this was heartbreaking. He had tried to bring him to some event in order to take his mind off this darkness, but never succeeded. Liam stood up and left, respecting Nate's demand.

This late afternoon, he decided to go to the pool before his date with Dami. It wasn't exactly date anymore, they just saw each other at least one hour per day minimum and a lot more when they had time. It was hard to manage the lessons, his workout routine, Nate and his boyfriend, but until now, he did. (He had also to feed the unicorns with his dreams, which meant he had to sleep a lot). (They got their magic from his dreams, yes). Anyway, he started to do some lenght when he glimpsed Nick, near to the water, looking scared. I promised to help him too... (Liam had this bad habit to promise things to a lot of people). (Besides, he didn't know how to help his roommate against his irrational fear. He didn't know any mermaid eager to show him it wasn't dangerous).

"Dude. Do you hear me ?"

He turned towards Colton, surprised.

"Sorry, I'm preoccupied and didn't see you."

"No problem, I'm used to it now." smiled his friend. "You're just in my way for my lenght. What's the matter with Nick ?"

"Sorry again, I can't tell."

He had promised to keep it secret.

"Is it because he can't swim ? Rebecca told everyone." revealed Colton. "She was laughing at him until Laura showed up."

Oh. It wasn't good. Why she turned so mean ? Liam looked at her : she was hanging with Matthew. This latter was said to be the next head of the club, when Theo would retire. Once the freshman heard someone call him a "good hunter". What did that even mean ?

"You know... I think I can help him." whispered Colton. "I already teach youngs kids in my town how to swim."

"Really ? It would be wonderful !"

They decided to try. Colton was so nice and considerate. At start, he reminded me of Raphaël but the more I know him, the more I can see their differences. He's just a real teddy bear.

This evening, Liam and his boyfriend had agreed to meet at the second's apartment. The chestnut lad had been there only once before. It was a vast flat in the campus, provided by the Dean. (Dami and this old man had a connection, but he couldn't figure which one). Before, Liam had thought the apartment would be decorated with photos of all the conquest of his man. But it wasn't the case. In fact, it was austere, with only the most necessary. Well, except one room : the kitchen. Dami had such an impressive equipment. (Liam had also noticed a lot of boxes full of condoms. A whole closet to be honest). (He had freaked out a bit, but he had made himself a reason, his boyfriend was a clairvoyant and a succubus). Anyway, when the freshman entered, Dami was cooking some aromatic plates.

"You're early baboon !" he yelled. "It's not ready."

"I never thought you were feeding the army." laughed Liam, impressed by all the food he saw.

He kissed his beloved and took off his jacket and shoes. I shouldn't have worn this jeans.

"By the way, I'm coming in France with you." announced Dami. "I asked the autorisation this afternoon."

They had talked about this yesterday. Liam really wanted his boyfriend to come. But with Nate...

"I don't know if I'll go." he confessed. "I'm worried for Nate, and I don't want to let him alone."

His partner rolled his eyes.

"Look, there's still more than two weeks." he recalled with reluctance. "I'll talk to Nate, and we'll try to find a solution. I think I can even manage to make him come with us in the worst case."

"Really ? You're so sweet."

Dami mumbled something incomprehensible. (He often did, it was weird but cute). (Liam assumed it was visions). The cook put all his plates onto the table. He sure did a lot.

"Dami, I have a question I wanted to ask for a while now... Would you prefer me fatter, or are you just cooking this to please me ?"

He had decided to be straight. He needed to know, not that it really matter. But if he likes me soft, I'll go for it. His boyfriend remained silent for a while. He seemed on the point of screaming. (Vision again).

"I cook because I like it." he eventually replied. "And I'm glad you enjoy it. But your physique ? I'm not a chubby chaser but I'm not particulary fond of muscle and abs either. I guess I... like change. Sometimes soft, sometimes ripped. I would say both can be attractive. Your physique isn't the first reason why I... appreciate you."

He almost said it. He almost said love. Liam blushed. They both did. (The tomato couple, it was a good movie name wasn't it ?)

"So you're fine if I stick to my workout routine ? I have nothing against a bit of belly, but I would like to remain in a relatively good shape."

"Baboon, you do whatever please you. If you feel more confident like this, so be it. But I count on you to be okay with my softer figure too. All the cooking is taking a toll on me, and I definitely don't have time for exercise at the moment."

"I think you're cute." replied Liam. You know I love you."

And again, they blushed.

Barbara Thursday February 14

Irina Peskov was a tall and beautiful young adult. Barbara wouldn't have been surprised if she did modeling. To meet her, the blond girl had gone through assault course. As a senior, she had a lot of work, and Barbara had to take an appointment. For this, she had met three different secretaries from different departments. She doesn't want to be found, I can tell this. And Javier hadn't been helpful, since he had refused to give her an adress. According to him, it was too risky, and Summer could have find out. But after all, I succeeded eventually. Now she was in this little work room with Irina, the previous queen of the university.

"So, why are you here ?" asked the russian after the introductions. "I'm not involved in these things anymore."

"I know, but I've heard you have some rancor against Summer." Barbara confessed. "Since I'm gonna run against her for the next election, I thought you could give me a hand."

Nothing official yet, but Summer would stand, for sure. For now, the freshman had Steve Callagan, Ms. Linda Weber and Amber at her side. This latter had said she was perfect for the role. I can guess she wants to manipulate me, but she'll end up disappointed.

"It's not that simple." stated Irina. "I'm not allowed to do whatever I want. I'm under surveillance."

She probably was speaking about Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey, or his greatfather himself. It could explain why she had shut herself away.

"Well, can you at least give me information ?" begged Barbara. "Nobody will know it's from you."

Irina pouted.

"What do you know about the hunters and the community exactly ?"

"We use it to refer to people who are hunting for sex or power." the blonde girl supposed.

"Not exactly." contradicted the old queen. "The community is a closed group of people who are specialized in hunting for sex, power or whatever as long as their hunt is more enjoyable than the outcome. You for example, you want to become more powerful. You like each stage which make you stronger and better. You can't stop. It's the same for all the hunters, they like the difficulty, the struggle."

Barbara nodded. It was right, she liked the ordeal. The fight.

"In our college, it had been reducted to sexual hunters, mostly because Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey is a perfect specimen, but there are also other sorts. Anyway Summer's what we call a collector hunter."

"Wait. Do you mean there are different names ?"

"Of course, only for sexual content there are collector, alpha, omega, exlusive, voracious, satisfied and home-hunter... And you have to take note of their sexual preference, hetero, gay, lesbian ect... there is a list but I don't have it. Besisdes, we're running out of time, I have a presentation in five minutes. About Summer, her kind of hunter is known to have between three and five partners at the same time. They're all official, which means they don't know each other, and she pretends to be in a relationship with each."

"So if I manage to make two of them meet..."

"Yeah, it would be explosive. Summer can't handle the break-up part, like a lot of hunters. They start a collection, and sometimes, it implode. And before I leave, I'll tell you a name. Samuel Bayers. He was the first boyfriend of this bitch when she arrived at this college, and she never get rid of him, even if he's himself a collector hunter too."

When she left the old queen, Barbara felt pretty proud of herself. It was more interesting than I expected. Now, she could attack Summer personally. She just had to meet this Samuel as soon as possible. She entered her apartment with a smile. I'm gonna be the queen even before the next election if I deal with it well. The youngest queen ever of this college.

"Hey Barb." greeted Jessy. "Your sister came by two hours ago. She looked pissed."

Damn. Not her.

"What did she want ?"

"Well, she asked why you left Colton, and assured you would regret it later." related her roommate. "And she also said she was ashamed by your weakness. According to her, you should've already take down Summer. I don't know what it mean, how can you take down the summer ?"

"Forget it." mumbled Barbara.

I shouldn't have told her I was at war with another girl. Her sister could be quite annoying when it came to make a war. Anyway, she had a strategy and a head start. I can't lose. It's impossible.

Barbara headed towards her bedroom, and called Javier. This little roach answered almost immediately.

"Hey dude." she greeted. "I need your help."

"Well, you know what I want in exchange."

Always the same. Men were pigs. Stupid pigs. She could've asked Ms. Weber or Amber, but it was safer with Javier. He was devoted to her.

"First, did you send to Archie the expensive gold ball I bought ?"

"I gave it to Oliver. He said he would pass it, but it wouldn't change his quaterback's mind. Seems like he's quite stubborn."

"Yeah, I knew this."

She could see he was a dangerous and famous hunter. She expected the same kind of aura from Amber, the captain of the cheerleader, but it appeared she wasn't that much impressive. That's why I need Archie, and the whole football club with him.

"I'll come to your flat." she said. "But you've to find for me everything possible about Samuel Bayers. I need to meet him."

To be continued

As promised, it gets better. A long part again because there are a lot of thing going on.

Damian and Liam are evolving as a couple. It’s weird and confusing but they manage. Our hero deals with his friends and family at the same time. Damn, did he become mature ?

No surprise but Barbara is ploting again. Nothing good will come from this.

There are still 6 part for chapter 3 !

And To the Perfection is back ! Chapter 2 on monday.

#the college society #cs #Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey #Liam #Barbara #Couple's talk #feedee and feeder #two feedee really #Colton you're so sweet #Barbara is evil part 4 #Chapter 3 #part 7

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Chapter 135: Duality

Snow and Eva trekked through the woods and found a good tree as a target, before putting their stuff down.

"This looks like a good place," Eva said, as they readied their bows. They spent several arrows from their quivers and shared a smile when they finished the first round.

"I've missed moments like this...spending time with one of my babies," Snow mentioned.

"Me too, Mom," Eva replied.

"So...how are things with you and Paul?" Snow asked, as they collected their arrows.

"Mom…" she chided, but knew her mother simply couldn't help herself.

"You know I can't help myself. Besides, you and Paul did share true love's kiss back in that warped world Isaac created. That's kind of a big deal, honey. Things have just been so crazy non-stop that we never really got a chance to talk," Snow mentioned. Eva nodded.

"Things are great...it's a bit surreal sometimes," Eva replied.

"What do you mean?" Snow asked in confusion.

"Well, I mean...I guess I always thought that just because I came from a true love as amazing as what you and Daddy have, I knew there was never a guarantee that I'd find it myself," she replied. Snow smiled.

"But you did...and don't negate how important that moment was for you and Paul," she added, as she put a hand on her shoulder.

"Remember, there was a time when I didn't believe in true love at all. I thought it was all a lie when I was living as a bandit, just trying to survive," she reminded.

"Then Daddy found you," Eva said. She nodded.

"Mmm...it took us a while to find our way to each other and stop denying what we both knew we wanted," she said, as she trailed off for a moment.

"What is it, Mom?" Eva asked. Snow recalled that moment in the woodcutter's mobile dungeon when she had held his arm back and allowed the stranger to dispatch him, saving her life. But that man was no stranger and she remembered the connection she felt when their hands brushed briefly. Her husband had saved her life, long before he even knew it. Her encounter that day with him had led her to change her course completely. She had planned to leave the Kingdom that day, possibly for a new life across the vast ocean and beyond the Queen's reach. But he had changed her decision that day. Their encounter had changed her mind and she decided to stay and fight, even though the Blue Fairy had warned her about the bad things that could happen if she did not leave. Bad things had happened, but more good and bad, for finding herself in that net months later was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

"Mom?" Eva asked, breaking through her reverie.

"Sorry sweetheart...I was just thinking about all we've been through and I realize that even the bad was all worth it. True love is worth fighting for," she assured. Eva nodded.

"I know...I just wonder sometimes if I'm strong enough. You and Daddy have fought so hard and you're still fighting, this time because of some mad scientist that keeps trying to find love in all the wrong places. How do you do it, Mom?" Eva asked curiously. Snow sighed.

"Well, I may seem all put together right now, but I'll be honest, honey. I was a mess last night. I tossed and turned all night...your father probably didn't get any sleep either. We both felt a little helpless and we hate that. We don't do helpless well at all," she mentioned.

"But I find hope and love every time your father kisses me or touches me. I find hope and love every time I look at you and your sisters and brothers. To be honest, Jekyll's infatuation with me is puzzling, because he knows he has no chance. It has seemed to only make him more determined," Snow explained.

"He certainly fooled everyone at first into thinking he was harmless. But you know Daddy. He'll find him and lock him up. He's the hero in your story, not Jekyll," Eva reminded. Snow smiled. Her daughter was so right. Charming was the hero of her story and no one could ever replace him. Jekyll had his chance to find his own story, more than once, and had blown it each time by turning to the darkness.

Snow smiled and cuddled the baby and her daughter close.

"You're right, your father will always be my hero, in any world," Snow agreed, as her phone rang. She saw it was Regina and immediately answered.

"Hey Regina…" she greeted, but her smile faded into a frown.

"She did what?" Snow exclaimed, as her mouth hung ajar and Regina continued to explain the newest predicament.

"Hang on...Eva is with me. We'll be right there," Snow said, as she hung up the phone and looked at her daughter.

"We need to get to the hospital and fast. You're never going to believe this," Snow said, as they hurried back through the woods toward town.

It had been a relaxing day so far. Robin may not have been exactly himself, but after breakfast, they had gone horseback riding and then had lunch at Granny's. It felt almost like a typical family day for them, so she shouldn't have been surprised when her sister showed up to make sure it all went to hell.

Zelena showed up on her door, knocking frantically just a few moments ago. And if it hadn't been for the round bulge in her stomach, Regina would have slammed the door in her face.

"Zelena...what the hell?" she demanded to know.

"Please help me...she did something to me," the redhead pleaded.

"You want me to help you? Seriously?" Regina hissed.

"Regina...please," Zelena begged, as another contraction ripped through her and her legs nearly buckled.

"What kind of trick is this?" Regina demanded.

"It's no trick...I'm pregnant, barely a few days along and now I'm this!" Zelena tried to explain through the pain.

"The Queen…" Regina realized, as she brought her into the house. Robin was stunned when he saw the state she was in as well, but there was no time for them to process what was happening.

Regina magicked all of them to the hospital and chaos erupted around them. Paul was shocked to say the least when they wheeled a very pregnant Zelena into the delivery room.

"How the hell did his happen? I didn't even know she was pregnant," he exclaimed.

"It just happened and then the Queen used some kind of magic to accelerate it. There was no way she would want to wait nine months to throw this in my face," Regina replied bitterly. Paul gave her a sympathetic gaze.

"I'm sorry," he offered. She nodded and looked at her stunned husband.

"Robin…" she started to say.

"What do I do?" he asked. Regina felt her heart pulse with an aching.

"You need to be with her...that's your child," she urged. But he surprised her and took her hand.

"I need you there too…" he said, as they went into the delivery room.

"Arghh...it hurts! Can't you make it stop?!" Zelena cried.

"I'm afraid it's a little late for an epidural. Your water just broke," Paul responded, as Eva rushed into the room with Snow behind her and the witch glared murderously at the raven haired princess.

"Get her out of here!" she cried.

"None of this is Snow's fault...the Queen did this to you!" Regina snapped.

"But she...she started all of this! Oh, I can't wait until the Queen finally makes you pay, you little retch!" Zelena screamed.

"I'll watch Roland," Snow offered, as she held Bobby and went out into the hallway where Roland was waiting.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go get you a snack," she suggested, as he took her hand and they went to the cafeteria.

The morning search for Jekyll so far had yielded no results. Even more frustrating, James and Aphrodite had seemingly disappeared into thin air. The locator potion that Emma and Xander used failed completely. They knew that didn't mean they were dead necessarily, but only that some other kind of magic was blocking them.

Leo and Chad were tracking and had reported that they thought Wilby might have a scent, but had yet to report back yet. In the meantime, David and Emma got a call from Gold about a break-in at the shop. He was unsure off the top of his head what was missing, but demanded they find the culprit straight away.

They knew that if someone had broken into the Pawn Shop and had not been vaporized by any of Gold's magical protections, then they knew what they were doing.

"I can't believe that creepy doctor. I swear, the moment I get my hands on him, he's getting another punch in the face," Emma promised, as they trekked through the woods. David chuckled.

"I'll gladly let you...he's definitely mentally unstable. You know, his admiration of your mother unnerved me from the moment he stepped through that portal. But even I didn't peg him to go as far as to drug a woman and try to assault her," he lamented.

"Dad...he is not touching Mom and from the sounds of the story, hopefully Rose Red found Fandral and they escaped Jekyll's reach. This is one monster that we're going to lock up in a padded room," Emma assured.

"I know...he's smart though, Em. Really smart...I feel like a physical fight isn't going to work with him. He's the type that can outsmart me at every turn," David said worriedly.

"Dad...you are not stupid, far from it. He may be a super genius, but you and Mom have the one thing on your side that so far no villain has been able to defeat," she reminded, as she looked at him. He smiled slightly.

"Love," he said knowingly.

"Exactly and for all his book smarts that you and I both lack, I happen to be a pretty good strategist when it comes to battle and one guess as to where I learned that," she added, as she looked him fondly.

"I don't know, your Mom is pretty good at it too," he reminded and she lightly nudged his arm.

"Stop...I'm trying to talk you up here," she retorted. He smiled.

"I know...thanks Em. It's just...not really the first time I've been made to feel like I might not be good enough for your Mother," he muttered.

"Daddy…" she chided, pulling out all the stops with the title that she knew was an instant way to melt him.

"You are everything to Mom...and to us! You are an amazing husband to Mom. You're also the best Dad any kid could ever have and believe me, I feel like I can be an authority on that," she reminded. He put his arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"I know...I still hate that those first ten years you went through what you did," he lamented. She smiled.

"I had hope though, because of the book and my blanket. And then I found you," she said. He smiled.

"You did," he agreed.

"But enough about me, how are you doing lately? Your Mom mentioned that you had a couple of dreams," he inquired. She shook her head.

"They were nothing...just memories of a few times they tried to put me in therapy, you know, because of the whole "My parents are Snow White and Prince Charming thing," she replied.

"I can't imagine trying to deal with people from outside Storybrooke all the time. I mean, those two FBI agents literally saw full scale magic in front of their eyes and were still skeptical," he mentioned. She nodded.

"I know...I don't even know why those memories surfaced all the sudden," she replied. He glanced at her.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked. She gave him a look and he shrugged.

"You and I are A LOT alike, Em," he emphasized.

"To quote your Mother, to a frustrating level," he added. She sighed.

"I'm fine...I guess with the Queen back, it just got to me a bit finally. I guess I'm scared of losing you and Mom. I mean, there was crazy Drizella Tremaine and then the dreamshade poison in Neverland. Then Atlantis and Zelena and Camelot and then the Underworld...I thought that one really might be it. And now some crazy mad doctor is fixated on Mom and the Evil Queen is intent on making her suffer," Emma lamented.

"Hey...I know this family has been through more than any family should ever have to endure. But we're going to get through this...together," he assured. She nodded.

"I know...and I haven't had another dream since that one. I talked to Killian and he offered kind of the same perspective; that it was just my subconscious worrying about going back to the life I had before I found you and Mom. But I know that wouldn't happen," she responded. He nodded and sighed.

"So Killian...you guys seem like you're getting close," he mentioned.

"Oh God...are we really going to go there?" she asked.

"I know, but you know, you're my little Princess and no one is ever going to be good enough for you," he replied stubbornly.

"Do I have to remind you that my little sister is also dating?" she teased.

"Yeah, I really don't want to talk about that," he grumbled.

"You like Paul and Killian, I know you do," she said, casting him a sideways glance.

"Paul is a good man...and Killian's kind of grown on me, I guess," he grumbled. She let out a laugh.

"Yeah, he has that effect of people," she teased and he gave her a withering look.

"It would just help if he wasn't a three-hundred year old pirate sometimes," he complained.

"Well, to be fair, Paul should actually be pushing fifty," she reminded. He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I really really don't wanna talk about this," he complained and she giggled.

"Oh Daddy...Eva and I may both have men in our lives, but you're always going to be Daddy and we're always going to need you," she assured, as she held onto his arm.

"Promise?" he asked.

"Pinky swear," she answered, as she hooked her pinky with his. He was about to say something again when he heard faint footfalls. Emma heard them too and they stopped dead in their tracks. He looked at the large tree trunk on their right and she nodded to him, as they split their defenses.

Sure enough, a hooded figure ran from behind the tree and through the woods. Emma ran after the person and tackled them to the ground.

"Get off me...I didn't do anything!" a female voice cried.

"Oh yeah? Cause I'm thinking that you're the person we're looking for that broke into the Pawn Shop. Gotta say, you've got guts. Gold has fried people for way less than stealing from him," she warned, as she cuffed the beautiful dark haired woman. David picked up her satchel and pulled out an intriguing sword.

"Let me guess, this isn't yours," he said, but she only glared at him, as he pulled out a second item.

"A genie lamp?" he asked curiously.

"I need it…" she pleaded.

"Wishes always come with consequences, you know that, right?" he asked.

"What would you know about it?" she hissed.

"More than you think. My wife's father once found a genie lamp and let's just say, it didn't turn out well for him," David replied.

"I need it...to find my missing Kingdom," she begged.

"Missing Kingdom...who are you?" Emma asked.

"Jasmine?" a new voice asked. They looked over, instantly recognizing the unique accent.

"Aladdin?" she exclaimed.

"You're back…" David said, as the former street rat rushed to Jasmine's side.

"Come on David...why the cuffs?" he asked.

"Well, she kind of stole from Gold's shop. But I'm guessing there's a much bigger story behind all this," David replied, as he made the decision and removed the cuffs.

"Thank you…" Aladdin said, before turning his attention to Jasmine.

"And you...breaking into Rumpelstiltskin's shop? The hell were you thinking? If he caught you, who knows what he would have done," Aladdin scolded.

"Excuse me for trying to find a way to save Agrabah! What the hell have you been doing? Running away again?!" she shouted.

"That's not fair! I got scared, but I was going to come back when I realized I couldn't leave you and Agrabah behind. But then...I got caught up in the Dark Curse. My father and I went back to the Enchanted Forest though to try to find you and Agrabah," he shouted back.

"But you couldn't," she said knowingly.

"No...it's gone. I don't know how it's possible, but it's gone," he replied.

"It's my fault...I failed the Kingdom. Jafar did something...that's why I stole the lamp," Jasmine explained.

"Is that why you two came back here? Because Agrabah was gone?" Emma asked. Cassim nodded.

"We realm hopped for a while with what beans we had, trying to find a way back to Storybrooke. And then on our last bean, we ended up in another Enchanted Forest," the elder man explained.

"Yeah...thought we were going to be stuck, but then we ran into a couple of people that helped us find Storybrooke again," Aladdin added, as they moved and revealed that there were three more people with them. Emma gasped, for if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn she was looking at her parents.

"You're…" she started to say.

"Rose Red and Fandral," David finished.

"You know us?" Rose asked curiously.

"Oh, when the people from the Land of Untold Stories came to our town on the Dirigible, it came with a book of stories. Yours is one of them and my wife and I have been reading it," David replied.

"Rose and Fandral provided us a direct path to Storybrooke via the Bi-Frost," Cassim informed.

"Seriously...the Bi-Frost is real?" Emma asked in amazement. Fandral smiled.

"Quite real. We decided to accompany your friends when we heard Jekyll and Hyde had left the Land of Untold Stories," Fandral explained.

"And we knew we needed to come, especially after Aladdin told us of your wife's resemblance to me. He was quite upset when we escaped him and I couldn't knowingly rest if there was a chance that he might fixate on another," Rose added.

"I'm afraid he has. Our son it actually out trying to track his whereabouts now, but Jekyll has teamed up with the Evil Queen. It's a long story, but I'm afraid he's now fixated on Snow," David explained.

"It seems we have much to sort out then. Perhaps there is a better place?" Cassim asked. David nodded.

"Yes...let's go back to town. I'll call Snow on the way," he said, as they led the way back.

Regina couldn't believe it. This morning, she had breakfast with Robin and Roland in their home. And now she was standing in a hospital room where her sister had just given birth to Robin's child. A baby girl...a baby girl that he was holding. He was in shock and awe, but she could see the wonder on his face.

Snow had offered to take Roland home with her, but she politely declined and held his little hand, as he peered down at his new sister.

"She's beautiful," Regina offered and he smiled at her.

"This all seems so impossible…" he said.

"You think it's impossible for you...I was barely pregnant yesterday and now I'm a mother," she uttered. Regina gave her a stiff look.

"The Queen did this for a reason, Zelena," Regina interjected. As she said that, the Queen appeared in a puff of purple smoke.

"Speak of the devil," Regina growled, but her counterpart ignored her and peered down at the baby.

"Ah, I see the little bundle of joy is here," she cooed, but Robin pulled his daughter away from her. She frowned.

"Don't be rude...let her Auntie get to know her," she demanded. Regina stepped forward to intercept her, but the Queen's magic tossed her back against a wall. Robin was unable to move, as the Queen gently took the tiny pink bundle from her arms.

"Why did you do this?" Regina demanded. The Queen smirked.

"Oh, I didn't do this," she said, indicating the child.

"That was all Zelena and Robin," she added, enjoying the pain on Regina's face.

"You pretended to be Marian...I would have never…" he said vehemently, but stopped short of actually saying the words.

"Believe me, I didn't have much interest in you either," Zelena retorted.

"No...but you knew how much it would hurt me, so I'm sure part of you delighted in it," Regina spat. Zelena smirked.

"A bit...though the whole baby thing was pretty unexpected and I'm a bit miffed that you decided to magically move the whole thing along," the wicked witch replied, as she cast a withering glance at the Queen.

"I'm impatient. I wanted to meet my niece," she cooed.

"No...you wanted to twist another knife in me," Regina refuted. The Queen smirked.

"Well, there is that bonus. But I assure you, my revenge is far from complete," she added.

"I think we can be much more comfortable elsewhere," the Queen decided, as she, the baby, and Zelena's bed disappeared from the room. The loss on Robin's face was palpable and despair threatened to swallow Regina. She vaguely wondered if this was karma's way of paying her back for all she had done in the past. She had ripped Snow and Charming apart and with that Emma from them. Now she was forced to watch part of herself do the exact same thing to Robin, the man she loved. Snow, Charming, and Emma had long forgiven her, but could Robin truly forgive her for everything when he got his memories back? Could he forgive her for her part in cursing him with false memories, sleeping with someone else essentially against his will, and her part in the death of the real Marian. Could he forgive her for her part in any future trauma his daughter might have to endure with Zelena as a mother and the Queen still lurking since there was no known way to rejoin them. Or would this be the line that was drawn on forgiveness?

Snow heard the door open, but had felt Charming getting closer to home long before he walked through the door. Summer ran to him and she followed with Eva beside her.

"Daddy!" Summer called, as he scooped her up and kissed her hair. His free arm went around Snow's waist and they sought each other's lips. Snow kissed him desperately, as Bobby cooed between them. As their lips parted, their eyes met and they spoke without words. He knew the Queen's attempts to wreck havoc in their lives and Jekyll's persistence was wearing on her, but his determination and resolve to protect her had never been stronger. He kissed her again, just as his father arrived behind their guests.

"Cassim?" he called.

"Xander," Cassim said, as they shared a brotherly handshake. Snow and David's lips parted, but he held her close, as he turned to their guests.

"You're back," Snow greeted them. Aladdin nodded.

"Then you must be Jasmine...you found her," Snow said, as hope returned to her voice.

"Not exactly…" Aladdin responded, causing her to frown.

"He couldn't find me, because I've been in the Land of Untold Stories up until Hyde brought us here," Jasmine explained.

"My father and I couldn't find a trace of Agrabah, so we realm hopped until we ran out of beans trying to get back to Storybrooke. Fortunately, we found a bit of help getting a direct path here," Aladdin added, as he gestured to the people behind him and Snow finally saw them with gasp.

"You're here…" she uttered.

"Snow White, I presume?" Rose asked. She nodded.

"And your Rose Red…" Snow answered, as both women seemed absorbed by the fact that they were nearly identical, despite Snow's hair being shorter.

"Wow...this is trippy," Leo commented, as he filed in behind them with his animals.

"Perhaps formal introductions are in order?" Fandral suggested.

"Of course. I think you've guessed by now that I'm Snow White and this is my husband David, or Charming as I like to call him," she said, as she took his hand.

"This is David's father, Xander. Our daughter Emma, our twins, Leo and Eva, our youngest children, Summer and Bobby," Snow said. Rose and Fandral looked at them incredulously.

"They're all yours?" Fandral asked. David smirked.

"That's another long story," he replied.

"A story I think we'd eventually like to hear, I'm sure. For now, allow me to introduce my family. I'm Fandral, formerly of Asgard and now Prince consort to Queen Rose Red. And this little one is our tiny angel, Princess Carina," he introduced. Snow smiled.

"It's wonderful to meet you both...I feel like I know you just from reading your story," she said. The other raven haired beauty smiled.

"Aladdin brushed on your story a bit. I only hope you'll regale Fandral and I of some of your adventures as well," Rose replied. Snow nodded.

"First thing is first though...did you find anything?" David asked their son.

"Uh yeah…I think I know where he is. That's not the problem though," Leo said, as he held up his hand and they saw what looked like burn marks on his hand and forearm.

"Honey...what happened?" Snow asked in concern.

"I'm okay...but Zelena's farmhouse is protected by a shield. I think it's powered by the same energy that Jekyll used to build that baton we used on Hyde," Leo said, wincing. He was trying to hide his pain from his mother, but she saw right through it. Her face had gone even paler and the tears gathered in her eyes. She walked over to the covered mirror that they had in their entryway and pulled sheet away from it.

"Is it not bad enough that you stalk me and insult my husband last night, but now you're harmed my son?" she cried.

"Mom...I'm okay, don't give that bastard the satisfaction," Leo pleaded. David put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back.

"He's right, my darling," he assured, as he pulled her into his arms. Emma covered the mirror again.

"He's looking upon you from mirrors?" Rose asked.

"He's teamed up with the Evil Queen and mirrors are power to her. She can use any reflective surface to spy if she wants to," David explained. Rose glanced at her husband.

"We were right to come...it's far more serious than we thought," she murmured to him. He nodded.

"Have you seen Hyde?" she asked.

"Here and there. He's teamed up with the Queen as well, but to what end, we don't really know," Xander responded.

"Hyde may listen to me, but Jekyll will continue to grow more unstable, I'm sure," Rose offered.

"We got to the part of your story when he saved you, but not much further than that. Obviously you managed to find each other though," David mentioned. They smiled.

"Perhaps we can regale the rest of the tale," Fandral offered. Snow nodded and motioned them into the living room.

"It's best we hear the whole story and then find a way into the farmhouse. The sooner we can lock up the doctor, the better," Emma mentioned.

"And find James and Aphrodite," Xander added. Chad looked down, feeling a bit of relief that they automatically assumed that their disappearance was related to Jekyll or the Queen. He felt the slight twinge in his heart. The Black Fairy was impatient and he didn't know how much longer he could hold her off. He clutched Leo's hand, knowing that he would soon be forced to shatter his heart and his own alike. And there wasn't anything anyone could do to stop it…

Jekyll's eyes locked on her, as she appeared in the mirror. He imagined tasting the tears on her skin and what it might be like. He was long past trying to keep the demons inside his head at bay. These days, his fantasies that he normally would not allow to be entertained were unrepentantly clouding his mind. This was the reason he had worked so hard to rid himself of Hyde. He had long been convinced that Hyde was the reason for his depravity and possessive nature. He was so sure that once he permanently separated himself from that demon that he would return to being a purer man; that he would no longer desire to fulfill such evil indulgences. How he had fooled himself, for the moment he and Hyde became two people, the goodness in him dwindled. It started slowly at first and he truly believed that what he had for Snow White was simply a healthy admiration for the beautiful, brilliant woman she was.

Then it began to evolve into more. He started thinking about her more and more. And then, he had been privileged to spend an entire day with her, working in his lab.

That had been where the downward spiral began, for once the day ended and he realized that was it, he simply could not accept it. Life had been so unfair to him that way. He was giving her a way to subdue Hyde and yet he still wasn't seen as the hero. He had given her the means, yet he was sure that once the Prince used the serum to dispatch Hyde, he would reap all the glory and be showered with Snow White's affections.

He had done this...he had manipulated the situation to keep them from working together again and he had never wanted to make someone pay more than he wanted Prince Charming to pay. Snow feared him now, all because of Rose Red and her cruel rejection of him. He could not deny that her fear excited him though and thoughts of having her invaded his mind. If only she could see how good they would be together, the brilliance they could gift to people. But as long as she was wrapped in that handsome idiot's arms, she'd never see what he could show her. Getting to her with him around was almost impossible...but if he was taken out of the equation, then that would be a different story. She would have no choice but to see then what they could be. Oh, the images of her nearly bare form and what it would be like to touch her filled his mind again. The fear in her eyes would be quite thrilling, but then once he showed her what they were like together, she would see the truth; that she belonged at his side.

"Fantasizing again about what shall never be yours again, Doctor?" Hyde questioned, as he strode into the basement lab.

"What do you want?" Jekyll snapped.

"To warn you that this path is foolhardy," Hyde responded.

"And what do you care of what becomes of me?" Jekyll spat.

"Need I remind you, Doctor, that your fate is intertwined with mine. I do not fancy meeting my end, because you are unable to keep your delusions of having what you cannot at bay," Hyde spat in return. He glared at his counterpart.

"You know very well that you poisoned Rose Red against me! Had you not interfered, she would have eventually forgotten Fandral and fallen for me!" Jekyll growled.

"You mean after you sent hunters after his cursed form to kill him?" Hyde countered. Jekyll slammed his fist on the table.

"It would have been for the best!" Jekyll shouted.

"Only in your twisted mind, doctor. Do be cautious or the next thing you know, Prince Charming's sword shall slay the monster you are. And that comes with a grim fate for me as well," Hyde warned, as he left the cellar and the doctor behind.

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Overprotective Boyfirend

Peter has a tendency to slit the throats of the people that Derek sleeps with, so when Stiles shows up to a pack meeting with a scratch on his throat, Derek get protective of his mate.

But it wasn’t Peter and the reason behind the scratch surprises Derek.

You can also read it on AO3, here. For @toofarforward

There was a moment of tense silence when Stiles walked into the loft. Not from anything he had done, but because all eyes were drawn to the aggravated red scratch that ran across the pale skin of his throat.

They all that their questions, but no one got to ask because as soon as Derek saw it, he snapped.

He leapt across the loft and grabbed Peter by the front of his shirt before hurling him against the far wall.

Peter hit the concrete with a solid thud before falling to the ground. He groaned as he rose to his hands and knees, coughing violently.

Derek pounced on him, grabbing his shirt and hurling him to his feet before pinning him back against the wall.

"You bastard," Derek snarled.

"What did I do?" Peter asked, shocked.

"You know damn well what you did," Derek barked, his eyes livid with rage and glowing crimson. "Kate deserved it, Jennifer too, but don't you dare touch Stiles."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," the older man argued.

"You have a tendency to slit the throats of people you don't agree with," Derek pointed out.

"You think I tried to slit his throat?" Peter asked. "Derek, if I had 'tried' then he wouldn't be standing here; he's be dead in an alley with his throat slashed."

Derek pulled Peter forward and slammed him back against the wall again. The alpha's fangs dropped as he growled at his uncle.

"Derek," Stiles shouted, finally getting the man's attention. "Peter didn't do this."

Derek's grip on his uncle didn't falter, but his eyes did as he looked at the boy, stunned.

"I, uh... I walked into a tree," Stiles explained.

"A tree?" Erica repeated, not quite believing him.

"Yes," Stiles insisted. "A tree."

"A tree that had a branch and the perfect height to scratch your neck?" Isaac pushed.

"What is this? The couch of disbelief?" Stiles asked, pointing at the two omegas. "Yes, I walked into a goddamn tree!"

"And you didn't see this tree that had a branch at the perfect height to scratch your throat?" Erica asked.

"No, I didn't see it, I was distracted," Stiles replied.

"Distracted by what?" Isaac inquired, leaning forward and bracing his elbows against his knees as he listened intently.

"I was distracted by the many thoughts I have of all the creative and disgustingly gory ways I could kill you all because you wouldn't shut up," Stiles growled, glaring viscously at Isaac.

The omega sat back, biting into his lips slightly to stop himself from speaking.

Stiles may only be human, but he still had the power to scare the hell out of them.

Stiles drew in a deep breath and turned his attention back to Derek before repeating one last time, "I scratched my neck when I walked into a tree."

The alpha nodded slightly before turning to look at Peter. He let go of the man's shirt, shoving him slightly as he did.

Peter stepped around Derek and made his way across the loft, trying to ignore the alpha's low, threatening growl.

Hours later, Stiles sat at his desk. His eyes flickered between his computer, textbooks, note books, cue cards, and study notes that Lydia had given him as well as those he had written himself. His case board had been reserved for all things supernatural so his wall was overcome with colourful sticky notes and coloured strings that connected different pieces of card. Among the mess of papers and books on his desk, pens and highlighters of all kinds and colours were scattered haphazardly.

He was in the middle of memorising Egyptian pharaohs and their contributions to the ancient society – new buildings, new laws, new traditions and trade, or memorable fights and assassinations – when he felt warm arms coil around his body.

He jumped and yelped, flailing as he spun around.

Derek gently shushed him, nuzzling his face into the curve of Stiles’ neck.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh and tried to steady his pounding heart.

“Holy shit,” Stiles gasped. “You know you could have knocked.”

“I came through the window,” Derek confessed.

“Then you could have made noise,” Stiles argued.

“I did,” Derek countered. “I also called you fifteen times and sent many messages. Scott did too. It got to the point where you weren’t responding and we were worried, so I came to check on you.”

“I’m studying,” Stiles announced, gesturing to the mess of work before him.

“You were completely absorbed and unresponsive,” Derek corrected. He snuggled into Stiles’ warmth, littering kisses across the patch of skin that the collar of his shirt left exposed. “I think it’s time you took a break.”

“But I’ve still got so much to revise,” Stiles whined, picking up another pile of notes.

Derek shook his head and sucked at Stiles’ neck hard enough that it threatened to bruise. The pressure made Stiles melt in his arms. The boy hummed as he lolled his head to the side and exposed his neck to Derek.

The alpha smiled as he made his way across the pale skin, sucking, nipping and kissing the warm flesh. He didn’t leave a mark, scared that if it bruised it would either hurt Stiles or spark an uncontrollable instinct in Derek, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt his mate or worse: bite him.

Derek slid his hand beneath Stiles’ shirt, his warm hands feeling the ridges and seams of Stiles’ surprisingly toned abs.

“Okay,” Stiles whispered. “I cave.”

Derek smirked as he span the boy around in his desk chair and hoisted him into his arms. He carried Stiles over to the bed and lowered him onto the mattress before climbing onto the bed and straddling the boy with his thick thighs.

Stiles’ arms slid up Derek’s back, clawing at his shirt and grabbing handfuls of the man’s raven black hair as he crushed their mouths together in a passionate kiss.

Stiles hummed as he melted into Derek’s warmth, opening his mouth and heeding to Derek’s dominating tongue. He let the man ravish his mouth, gently balling Derek’s jacket into his fist and pulling the man closer.

Derek took advantage of the boy’s dropped defences, drawing back slightly and bringing his lips to Stiles’ jugular. He littered the skin with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. He nipped and sucked at the skin, just hard enough to reduce the boy to shuddering moans.

Derek heard a mew. He pulled back slightly and looked at Stiles.

The boy seemed to panic.

Derek turned his head to look at the small ball of pure white fur that sat on the bed next to them, staring at them with wide blue eyes.

“This is Nagisa or ‘Nagi’ for short,” Stiles introduced. “She’s Kira’s cat.”

Derek stared at the cat.

“Kira’s parents are renovating their house so Kira’s staying at Scott’s to study for finals, and – well – Nagi doesn’t get along with dogs, werewolves included,” Stiles explained. “She won’t let Scott anywhere near Kira so I offered to take care of her until their house is ready. I mean, having a cat under your feet is hard enough on a daily basis and can be catastrophic during renovations, not to mention you don’t want her drinking dirty water, getting covered in paint and plaster or getting somewhere she shouldn’t be.”

“Stiles,” Derek interrupted, turning his bright eyes back to the boy. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Stiles apologised. “Also, she’s the one who scratched me. But it’s not her fault! She was asleep and I panicked because she was so quiet. I mean, when dogs sleep they snore or dream and make funny noises or twitch, but cats – well, Nagi at least – is just quiet and still, and I panicked because I thought something had happened. So I kind of pounced on her and startled her, so she scratched me.”

Derek smiled. He craned his neck and pressed tender kisses to the bright red scratch.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispered.

“It’s okay,” Derek assured him. “I’m glad you told me, but I’m even more glad that it wasn’t Peter.”

“If it was, then you would have found his bloody body beaten within an inch of his life with a baseball bat wrapped in wolfsbane and barbed wire.”

Derek couldn’t help but chuckle as he leant forward and brought his lips to Stiles’ in a chaste kiss.

“God, I love you,” Derek whispered, a bright smile lighting up his face.

“I love you too,” Stiles replied, leaning up to press a kiss to Derek’s lips.

Nagi interrupted their moment as she meowed again and rose to her feet, arching her back as she stretched. She strolled across the bed and began to brush up against Derek, purring as she rubbed her fur against him.

Stiles stared at her, confused. “She likes you.”

“Is that really so strange?” Derek asked.

“Well, cats and dogs don’t usually get along and you’re a werewolf,” Stiles explained. “Wolf being the operative word.”

“Well, wolves and foxes don’t usually get along but Scott and I seem to be proving that to be wrong,” Derek countered, leaning in for another kiss.

Stiles’ stomach was next to interrupt them, letting out a loud gargle.

Derek lean back, looking at Stiles surprised.

A bright blush lit the boy’s cheeks as he buried his face in his hands.

“When was the last time you ate?” Derek asked, concerned.

“Before the pack meeting,” Stiles muttered into his hand.

“That was twelve hours ago, Stiles,” Derek scolded.

“I’ve been studying,” the boy countered.

“That’s no excuse,” Derek growled, sitting back. “Here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to text Scott and say sorry for not answering his calls and tell him everything’s okay, then you’re going to call your dad like you usually do while I go and feed Nagisa and get dinner for us. Then you have ten minutes or so to write any last study notes, save everything on your computer and put everything away. Then we’re going to have dinner and date night, like usual, and I don’t care if we have to watch a crappy documentary instead of a movie, but you’re not studying any more tonight, got it?”

Stiles pouted and nodded.

Derek leant forward and brought their lips together again in a brief, tender kiss. He sat back and made his way towards the door.

Nagi pounced off the bed, the small bell on her collar tinkling as she pranced after Derek.

“The cat food is in the cupboard,” Stiles called after him. “Just empty a tin into her bowl and she’ll be okay.”

Derek muttered something and walked away.

Stiles smiled and sat up on his bed. He rummaged through all his notebooks and study papers before finally finding his phone.

Derek hadn’t been joking: his phone was lit up with notifications: missed calls from Scott, Lydia and Derek, voice messages, texts from Scott, Derek and his dad, and a couple of photos from Kira and Lydia’s day out shopping – mostly funny plaques that they wanted to buy, anything pertaining to werewolves, and occasionally a Batman comic or a really cool looking book on the supernatural he knew was super expensive but they bought for him anyway.

He quickly sent a thank you text to Lydia for the stack of Batman merchandise and books on the supernatural that she had brought him as a reward for studying. Then he sent a text to Scott that assured him all was okay, his phone was on silent and buried beneath stuff on his desk so it wouldn’t interrupt him and he was perfectly fine aside from studying a little too much. He stacked away his study notes and saved the opened files on his computer before shutting it down. Then he called his dad.

“Hey, kiddo,” his dad greeted. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” Stiles answered. “To be honest, I’m a little panicked that I don’t know enough.”

“The finals aren’t the end of the world, Stiles,” his father assured him. “You’ll be okay. You’re a smart kid who gets straight A’s, there’s no way you’re going to fail. Have you been eating?”

“Yes,” Stiles lied as he turned off his bedroom light and made his way downstairs.

“Have you been taking breaks?”

“Taking one now,” Stiles replied.

“Is Derek there?” his dad asked.

“Yes,” Stiles answered. His dad was one of few people who actually knew Stiles and Derek were dating – although the others were bound to know now after seeing Derek get so worked up at the pack meeting this morning. “He’s cooking dinner for us now.”

“That’s right,” his father muttered. “It’s date night. You two watching a movie?”

“Maybe, haven’t decided yet,” Stiles replied. “He has offered to watch ‘boring documentaries’ to stop me worrying about studying.”

“He’s a good man,” his father sad softly. “He’ll take care of you.”

“Yeah, he does,” Stiles muttered dreamily as he glanced around the doorway and watched Derek move gracefully about the kitchen.

“Don’t you dare let him slip away from you,” his father said firmly.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile. “I won’t.”

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