#I'm afraid the werewolves stand no chance but still

[minotaurmutual]

okay this is the one for the ages:

[realityescapee01]

You made it more bearable, Elijah

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader (female)

warnings: please see tags

Y/N is a human who adores the supernatural world. The lore. The creatures. The werewolves. But her favorite are the vampires. She had read books and watched every movies and shows about them. She always wanted them to be real. She closed the book as she sighed. Knowing they are nothing but fiction.

But if ever they are real, if she is not a studying or practicing psychiatrist working as a bartender or a beautiful highschooler, there is no chance that she'll meet one. She barely goes out. house - work - house - work. That's basically her day to day life. Until a new management took over the company she's working for.

Y/N is as ordinary as that word could mean. Office worker. 9 to 5. Stuck in a work cubicle, sitting in front of a computer. Finding some comfort every now and then talking with her friends. Waiting for the time to clock out. She had come to accept that as part of life. And enjoys her life after work. Doing her hobbies. Reading about fictional creatures. She becomes excited whenever there is a new movie or series about vampires. It makes her alive -as the word cliché would put it.

Their morning break was interrupted with a sudden conference. Announcing new management. Someone had bought their company. Murmurs started rising.

-He looks young. How could he possibly buy this company?-

-Damn! The dude must be filthy rich-

-Handsome too-

-I wonder if he's single-

...on and on the phrases go. Only silencing when the said man took the stand to greet everyone.

"Good morning. I am Elijah Mikaelson. As spoken of, as of today, I own this company. Do not worry for I will not be reshuffling personnels or positions. In fact, to celebrate my acquisition, I am giving everyone a raise."

And as soon as those words left his mouth, the employees were cheering. Leaving the man in the suit smiling.

Y/N was happy as well. Worked real good after that conference. Everyone was happy. Y/N was curious as well, as how could Elijah be so rich? As a vampire fan, she could only think of: he must have accumulated the riches throughout lifetimes. He's a vampire! Y/N laughed to herself. One of her fantasy trope.

Until she was doing overtime work. Elijah was still in his office when she saw a woman come in. Y/N took a peek and saw Elijah bit on the woman's neck.

'Ohmygod!!! He is a fucking vampire!' -Y/N covered her mouth.

Elijah then told the woman to forget about this as she walk out of the door.

'Oh god! Oh god! If he's a vampire, I'm sure he could sense me. I'm dead!' -Y/N, defeated.

"Y/N. Come out." -Elijah called.

"Do it quick. Please don't make me suffer." -Y/N came out behind the desk.

Elijah was surprised of her answer. Most would beg for their life. It piqued Elijah's interest.

"You're interesting. I'll let you live." -Elijah walked closer to Y/N, looking deep into her eyes. "You shall not speak of me to anyone You cannot." -Elijah had compelled her.

"O-Okay. I'm leaving now." -Y/N then crept out of the office.

---

Y/N continued as before, burdened by the knowledge of Elijah's identity. Elijah had promoted Y/N to be his secretary. Making Y/N's desk right outside Elijah's. Who always calls her in. Y/N just asked Elijah a lot of questions.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"No. I'm... I'm curious! I read and watched all about vampires!"

Elijah chuckled at how Y/N keeps amusing him.

"Anyways. Can I ask you some questions?" -Y/N excitedly sat in front Elijah's desk.

"... Okay." -Elijah adjusted his necktie.

"Great!" -Y/N took out a notebook, containing all her curiosities.

Elijah, seeing that, laughed. He is having fun with this.

Y/N started her questions.

-crosses, garlics, stakes to the heart?-

-not real, stake = real-

-turn to bats? mist?-

-no-

-super speed? strength? hearing?-

-yes-

-dracula-

-not real-

-mind reading? telepathy?-

-some-

...on and on. Y/N was really lighting up. Elijah saw how sullen and bored Y/N was before, but when she learned that he is a vampire, there was excitement in her eyes. Happiness even.

The next day, Y/N was early, waiting for Elijah to come in office. She then showed him this film: What we do in the shadows... at the start, Elijah couldn't understand, but as the scenes went on, he understood and started laughing out loud. He's enjoying himself. Enjoying Y/N's company. Day by day, Elijah and Y/N became good friends.

"Hey, Elijah. I won't be coming to work today. I'm sick." -Y/N called.

"What happened?" -Elijah was worried.

"Oh... I just.. there was a break in at my apartment. I got stabbed."

"What?!? Where are you now?"

Y/N gave Elijah the hospital location. The vampire arrived within the hour with a bouquet of roses for well wishes.

"Hey! You don't have to."

Y/N was weak. Has multiple bruises, abrasions, a stab wound and a concussion. She sure did make it sound simple. Elijah just felt so sad to see Y/N like that.

"Y/N. Drink from me."

"Wha-Wait. Am I gonna be a vampire? You know I wanted to be the awesome human sidekick to the vampire."

"No, you won't turn. It will make you heal faster. As long as you don't die with my blood still in your system."

"Oh! Just like vampire diaries!"

"What?" -Elijah rolled up his sleeves.

"It's a tv show. I'll show you when I get out here."

"Okay." -Elijah smiled. He then bit his palm and let Y/N drink from him.

Within minutes, Y/N healed. Elijah then checked her out of the hospital, compelling the staffs concerned.

"Wow. Really, awesome Elijah. Thank you."

"You're always welcome, Y/N." -Elijah drove both of them away towards Y/N's new home. He had arranged so that Y/N would never go back to the very apartment where she was attacked.

"Ohmygod! I know you're rich, but damn! This is a bit too much. I can't."

"No. Please, accept my gift to you. I want you to be safe."

---

As promised, Y/N showed Elijah the show vampire diaries. Elijah watched a few episodes and somehow he knew how the plot would go. Being alive for years and seeing all the things the humans made of and about them vampires.

The days passed by quite quickly. Elijah grew a liking towards Y/N. But he didn't pursue it. Knowing he would just hurt her in the long run. Knowing that his stay in this place is not permanent.

"Oh... how long are you gonna be away?" -Y/N slumped her shoulders.

"I am not quite sure. But please, Y/N, do not wait for my return."

"Oh, Elijah!" -Y/N embraced him. Crying on his shoulder.

And Elijah left that night. To come to his brother's aid.

Y/N did as Elijah told her. She went on with her life. She continued reading and watching vampire literature. Laughing or smiling at the things some of them got right. She fell inlove, got married, had kids. Grew old. Yet, she still thinks of Elijah sometimes. Still hoping she could see him again.

Elijah poured himself another glass of scotch. He had just came back from aiding Niklaus on recovering Rebekah's body. His day had been long and tiring. His mind lingering back to Y/N. How they would just hang out and watch movies. He thinks of her from time to time. Tempted to go and visit. Time passed so quickly. He knew Y/N would be about 80 years old by now. He then thought, what if he had turned Y/N? She wouldn't fall ill again. Not get hurt again. Not age. Not suffer. She would be with him, loved and cared for, always and forever. He quickly dropped the thoughts as he knew Y/N's wish was the opposite. He now only hoped that Y/N lived happily.

And since their problem was taken care of, he decided to go and visit Y/N.

---

Elijah came out of his black porsche panamera, readjusting his suit, as he walked towards the care facility Y/N now resides. Elijah gripped the bouquet of roses, he was regretting again not turning Y/N. But it's late now.

Elijah opened the door of Y/N's room. There he saw her, on the sofa, aged. White hair and wrinkled skin.

"Hello, Y/N." - he sat in front of her.

"Elijah?" -Y/N's voice was hoarse, Elijah almost not recognizing it. "Ohmygod! Elijah!"

Y/N was weak. Elijah knew it would be only a matter of time. They started talking. Catching up. Y/N still recommending movies to Elijah - bringing a smile to the vampire's lips. A few minutes after, Y/N grew tired and wanted to sleep. Elijah then held her hands and came to her dreams and there they continued to talk. Elijah showed her everything he did. Everywhere he went. Elijah made her go back to her young self. Walking with Elijah around France, as Y/N requested. Elijah brought her around France, the Louvre, the Eiffel tower, and then onto another country. Until they sat on a bench by a river in Y/N's hometown. It was dark but was lit up by thousands of fireflies by the lake. Y/N was contented, holding Elijah's hand.

"Elijah, thank you. You made my short, mundane, human life more bearable." -Y/N then kissed Elijah.

"You did so with my life as well, Y/N."

Y/N's hand then slipped from Elijah's hands. That moment, Elijah knew Y/N had passed on. Elijah left Y/N's dream. Kissed her hand one last time, a tear escaping his eyes.

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A/N: thank you for reading. this is the first time I wrote Elijah. I hope I did well. I think I would write him some more. I have some stories with Kol as well. P.S., if you haven't watched the movie 'what we do in the shadows', I suggest you do. It is a fun watch. it would be one of your favorite vampire movies 😉 see you on my other stories:

klaus mikaelson x reader

scott mccall x reader

derek x stiles

and more soon. stories are posted on my tumblr. thank you.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Thanks, I'm sorry I'm a minor but I love monster au's, so what about a captain rex Werewolf au where the reader has to calm Rex down so he can transform back to human

A/N: Don’t apologize! Monster AUs should be for everyone. Next year I’ll make sure to make a PG option, that was my bad. Also, I decided to put this more in a fantasy setting than Star Wars, so, there’s that.

You didn’t know what happened. One minute you were walking with Rex the next you were pushed to the ground as three wolves jumped into the clearing.

You barely got your bearings before Rex transformed before your eyes. His clothes tore away as he grew in size.  You could hear the bones of his body crack and bend.  He fell on all fours.  His grunts of pain turned to growls until finally a piercing howl echoed into the night.

He had told you about his werewolf nature.  You had even seen him transform, but you always knew it was him behind the elongated limbs and yellow eyes.  Now, you weren’t so sure.

He set upon the wolves like the beast he always warned you about.  He was much larger, and more humanoid, using his extra reach and strength to swipe at the snarling animals.

You stared in horrid fascination at the violent dance. Teeth and blood and claws blurred across your vision.  The wolves quickly discovered they had underestimated their prey.  Some tries to get away, but Rex stayed at them until they whimpered for mercy.

Somehow their cried broke you out of your spell as you finally found your voice.

“Rex.”

He turned to you. His teeth were bare, with the marks of blood staining his muzzle.

The distraction was enough.  The wolves turned tail and ran into the dark of the forest.

Rex spun towards them, making like he was about to run after them.

“Rex!” you shouted.

He looked to you again, his agitation growing at the lost of his prey. Still, the wildness in his eyes had lessened somewhat.

Cautiously, you reached out your hand.

He cocked his head, his nose sniffing the air.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you did not lower your hand.

He crept towards you.  The light of the moon illuminated the clearing, giving you a perfect view of his blood stained claws and massive frame. 

You should have been afraid.  You had ever right to be.  But, his body language was that of a scared dog waiting to see if their owner would yell at them.

He finally came close enough you could feel his warm breath on your hand.

Taking a chance, you leaned forward and touched his nose.

Rex leaned forward into your touch.  A low rumble of content came from his chest.

You came closer, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck.

You didn’t know how long you held him, but slowly, you felt him shrink beneath your touch.

The fur disappeared.  Cracks and growls turned to soft groans and gentle breathing.

Human hands wrapped them around you as a human voice whispered in your ear.

“Are you alright,” Rex asked.

You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes.  A small smile came to your lips. Honey brown, just like they were supposed to be.

“I’m fine,” you assured.  “Are you?”

He nodded, but the way he averted his eyes told you differently. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s part of who you are,” you said, gently. “You never have to apologize to me for that.”

He shook his head.  “No.  I shouldn’t have lost control like that. I could have hurt you.”

“Those wolves could have hurt me too.  Personally, I trust you over them.”

“This isn’t a joke, Y/N.”

“Does it sound like I’m laughing?”

He let out an exasperated sigh.  “Y/N...”

“No,” you cut off.  “I’m not going to have you apologize for saving both our lives.  And I’m not going to have you angsting about “putting me in danger” or where ever you’re planning to take this conversation until you at least put on some pants.”

He looked down, his face morphing into deep embarrassment as he realize his state of undress.

Without thinking, you took the cape around your shoulders and offered it to him.

He took it gratefully, his ears still red as he wrapped it around himself.

“Fine, but we’re finishing this discussion when we get home,” he said, roughly. He moved to stand, but he soon stumbled as he body was still healing from the transformation.

You were by his side in a second, holding him upright.

“Y/N...”

“Don’t start,” you said, sharply.  “Let’s get you home.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, but quickly decided it wasn’t the time or the place.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You nodded in acknowledgement.  Sometimes werewolves could be so stubborn, but then again so were you. 

[soldierwinterthe]

Inconsistencies

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warning: angst

Feedback is always appreciated.

“I've been looking for you.”

“For how long?”

“All day.”

Oh man... but he's serious?

"It's not disturbing at all." I whisper almost to myself. Probably Derek heard me, I can understand by his sharp look, pointing straight at me.

"Can you repeat?" Derek asks me, taking a few steps towards me. With his air of macabre and creepy, he would dwarf even the most predatory animal that I know – and it's not the wolf.

Too bad that – in spite of his accusing eyes make my legs completely gelatinous – I can't keep my mouth closed, and I repeat to him my thoughts about his... constantly follow Scott all day.

"I said, it seems, to me, slightly disturbing that you follow Scott, all day. EVERY. His. Step."

Scott, who until a moment ago was between me and Derek, now backs away.

Give the Alpha the chance to hunt its prey more easily. Perfect.

"I followed him because he's in danger, and I try to protect him."

"I also do what I can to keep safe my friend, but I remain by his side, not like you who follow him in the shadows, in secret. It's creepy."

"You defend Scott. You're just a human, and you can't even protect yourself. In fact, I wonder what you're doing here, exactly."

Derek's words cut me deep into my bones, but he's not wrong. Not only I'm completely human, but I'm also the smallest of them all.

Smaller even than Stiles and Scott.

I found myself in this situation just because my sister is Lydia, and Stiles is in love with her like... always.

I remember the first time he came to me, to ask me for advice on how to conquer my sister.

The next day they had already entangled me in their stories of werewolves, and monsters of various kinds.

And look where I'm finished.

Even my sister ended up being a supernatural creature – I never remember the name – and me? Anything.

Sometimes, I envy the fact of not having any kind of power with which to defend myself, not yet at least.

My sister – and also Stiles – are convinced that I will become like my sister. I don't hope so much.

"I stay with Scott, while you are on the sidelines! I'm the only one here, with him. At least if something happens, I will already be around while we wait for you to show."

If he can cut Derek with his words, then I can do it too; probably, his reaction will be a little different from mine.

In fact, Derek jumps literally towards me, but something blocks him instantly: a knife, the blade pointed at his throat, almost touching it.

"Stay still, wolf." I say, with all the voice left to me. Was he... was he going to attack me? He really would have done it.

Derek looks me in the eye, and he knows. He knows exactly what I'm afraid of; his gaze scares me, like... an animal ready to tear me.

"Careful with that knife. You're trembling like a leaf."

Again, Derek is right.

We should all get along, especially in a dangerous situation like this. And instead we do nothing but fight. Derek does nothing but fight with me.

I feel... humiliated.

I lower the knife, and with it still in my hand, I leave the room, and from Scott's house, not before hearing him speak.

"Derek, you're officially an idiot."

I go into my room, and I still hold the knife as hard as I can.

When I realize that my knuckles have now become white, I let the weapon fall to the ground.

Derek was the first... 'supernatural' person I met, even before Scott. Stiles had warned me that Derek was a little grumpy, but I tried in any way to be kind.

He hasn't made my life easy at all.

Why he must be so... asshole? Especially with me! Why he hates me so much?

The knife is on the floor, and I, too, sitting, my legs pressed tight against my chest.

I look like a child, while I cry for something that really has no value, because it is so, is not it?

I shouldn't be so angry, after all Derek is nobody for me.

A nobody who... was about to hit me.

Because yes, his claws couldn't be seen, but his eyes shone, red and full of rage.

The evening goes quiet, no one calls me, and no one looks for me.

During the night, when I feel the cold even in my bones, I get up from the floor and decide to go to the bedroom; at least I will sleep under the covers, in the heat.

As I walk through the corridor, I see something that makes my blood freeze.

A shadow, just in front of me, a few meters away separates us.

I know it's nobody I know, it's too high to be someone in my family, or Scott. Or even Derek.

I stay still for a few seconds, thinking about what I have to do. I'm alone, and what's more, I realize that the knife remained on the floor in the kitchen.

Looking at the shadow one last time, I turn around to run away, but it's useless. The stranger is already in front of me, his bright eyes staring at me.

They are red.

"Who are you?" I ask, remaining stuck in place.

The stranger – who I can understand, is a man, comes closer to me.

"What do you want?" I ask again, but the man doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of responding.

"Please don't bite me."

I implore him, literally, not to do it; the man holds my arm and tries to drag me out of the house with him.

I rebel, screaming, but nobody hears me. I still ask him what he wants to do with me.

"I don't want to bite you. I want you to scream for me."

All right, what the man told me – before giving me a shot and fainting – left me speechless.

What did he mean, saying he wanted me to scream? Maybe... Lydia.

Now I remember! My sister's "power" has to do with screams. She does it when someone is about to die, or when someone is dead.

The man thinks I'm Lydia.

I suddenly breathe a sigh of relief; at least my sister is safe, even if I'm locked up here, in a... I don't know what place it is.

It looks like a kind of cage, hidden in a cave.

Some steps approach me, and I see the unknown man in front of me; he enters the cage, approaching me.

"The moment has almost arrived. In a few minutes there will be a full moon, and you will have to scream louder than ever."

Even if his words frighten me, I begin to laugh. He needs my sister, and the full moon. When he realizes that he has kidnapped the wrong person, it will be too late.

"Why so happy, my dear?" he asks me, approaching me.

"I'm laughing because you got the wrong girl. I am not a banshee." I say, suddenly reminding myself the name of the creature who is my sister.

"But I don't need a banshee." he tells me, making my smile disappear, "I need someone who has never screamed, and who is not a banshee. Yet."

The few hopes I had on the fact that the stranger couldn't win, have now disappeared.

As a last attempt, I try to escape, but the man can easily catch me, while he says things nonsense.

"I can't become a banshee. I have no idea how I can do it!"

"I know exactly how to do it."

The man shift, his eyes makes me tremble with fear. His claws touch my arms, climbing up to my neck.

I'm shivering.

And suddenly, I feel an incredible pain behind the head, at the base of my neck; the claws are in my skin, and I feel only pain.

I begin to see clouded, in front of me, and the only thing I would like to do right now is... scream.

And I scream, with all the breath I have. One, two, three times. It's not a normal sound that comes out of my lips, but I can't stop.

Then, I start to feel tired, as if I had run for hundreds of kilometers, on a mountain.

I fall to the ground, exhausted.

"Y/n, wake up. You're safe now."

I open my eyes, I'm in the hospital, I immediately understand it from the completely white room. On my side, I see Lydia, sitting on the bed, near me.

"Lydia? What happened?" I ask, worried; after fainting in the cage, I don't remember anything else. Surely because I never woke up since then.

"You're safe Y/n. Only a few broken ribs and... well, the wound behind the neck."

"How long have I slept?"

"Four days."

I sigh. I thought it spent less time; I feel normal.

Have I really changed? I am... a banshee now?

I try to get up a little from the bed, to get more comfortable. when I see Derek, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room; his eyes are closed, he's sleeping.

"What is he doing here?" I ask my sister. I'm still angry with the Alpha, and honestly, it's the last person I'd expected to see here.

"He hasn't moved from here since he found you."

I roll my eyes.

"Did Derek Hale save me? Alleluia."

"Scott told me what happened between you and him. You know he didn't want to hurt you, did he?"

"Honestly, I don't think so. I'm still convinced he would do it."

While I talk to Lydia, I yawn a couple of times. Actually, I'm not sleepy, but I can't help it.

"Rest now. We'll have plenty of time to talk."

After that, Lydia leaves the room.

I close my eyes for a few minutes, but Derek's presence doesn't make me feel calm.

How did he find me? I wonder why he saved me.

Anyway, I can't stay still one minute longer; I need to go to the toilet.

I get up, but with a lot of difficulty. Standing up I can stay, but the ribs hurt me a lot. I fall to the ground, throwing a scream that makes Derek wake up.

Fantastic, good for the better.

"Y/n! Are you okay, did you hurt yourself?"

Derek tries to get close to me, but I stop him right away, raising a hand.

"Don't. Get close."

"Y/n, you can't even walk. I just want to help you."

"I don't need your help, in fact, I don't want your help. I want you to leave now."

It seems I struck deep inside; Derek sighs, almost surrendered to the idea that I don't want him near me.

He feels guilty.

Who cares.

Derek takes a few steps back, while I try to get up. At first it almost seems like I'm going to do it, but then the pain in my abdomen becomes too strong, and I find myself falling back.

Derek's hands rest on my hips, squeezing me; surprisingly, he and his movements are more delicate than ever.

"Hate me as much as you want, but I do not stand on the sidelines while you torture yourself."

I hate it; I hate Derek, and I hate the fact that he's always right.

"May I know why you got out of bed?"

I give up; whatever I say, he will never give up, and I must bitterly admit that without him, I will not be able to take a step.

"I have to pee. Happy?"

After Derek stares at me for a long time I do not know how much, he helps me get up, and we head to the bathroom.

"If you need, call me." He says, although I know he is visibly embarrassed.

"Let's hope not." I reply. Indeed, if I needed his help, I would not even call him in a million years. It would be ...too embarrassing.

Fortunately, I can get out of the bathroom unharmed; as he had said – and I had expected – Derek is standing outside the door, with his arms crossed against his chest. It looks like a bodyguard in front of a private room entrance.

"Are you okay?"

This... approaching, and sudden obsession with knowing if I'm fine, is worse than when he followed Scott all day.

"I'm fine Derek. I believe you can even go away now."

"I will not leave you alone."

I get back to bed, but I'm so bored by his presence that I almost get angry.

"What the hell! What is this obsession for me, all of a sudden? And to think that a few days ago..."

I don't finish the sentence, because I see Derek in front of me that stiffens.

He looks down, but doesn't seem convinced yet to want to leave. He approaches the chair in the corner, and drags it to the bed, then he sits in front of me.

"Do you really think I would have hit you that day?" Derek asks, looking me straight in the eye; his look is different, but I can't understand if it's sadness, or remorse.

"Yes, without a doubt. Stiles... warned me about you, that you were not a sociable kind. But you... you made things so difficult. As much as I wanted to be nice to you, you were always angry. I felt the hatred you feel for me from day one. Your every look, every word of yours to me. So yes, I was sure you would have attacked me that night."

Derek watches me as I speak, and he is not happy at all; I know that he listens to my heart at every heartbeat. He knows that I'm telling the truth.

"I'm sorry you think this, about me."

"It's not my fault."

We remain silent, each of us to ruminate on the conversation we have just had, the mistakes we have made, and the decisions we have made, and we would like to change.

"How did you find me?" I say, having reconsidered the situation.

"Your screams. They brought me to you. Nobody could hear you, except me. It seemed like you said my name."

Now I'm officially scared. I remember exactly the cries, but the Derek's name... I've never said; yet, if he heard it...

"I never said your name. I screamed like crazy because that man hurt me. That's all."

"But..."

"You didn't hear your name, Derek. You couldn't have heard it, because it would mean..."

"That am I going to die? What, now you care if I live or die?"

I don't know what to answer now; Yes, I hate him, but no, I don't want his death.

"Just because you're an asshole, it doesn't mean you have to die."

Derek smiles; all of a sudden, however, I feel a shiver run through my back.

I didn't remember that it was so cold in this room. He realizes it, and getting up, he comes to the bed, and lies next to me.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You're cold. I can warm you up."

He tries to get closer, but I push him away.

"Fuck you, Derek."

"Fuck, Y/n. You fall and I want to help you, you're cold and I want to help you. But it's not good at all. Don't you think that you're acting like a bitch?"

"Did you hear what I said just now? You are an asshole, always angry with me, and I don't trust you. You're the one who made me like that!"

The head begins to spin, swirling; the situation is worse than I expected. I can't understand. Why do I feel like I've done something wrong? If it's him who's wrong, then why does it seem like I'm the one who has to apologize?

Derek tries to get close to me again, but I walk away.

"Go away, Derek. I want to be alone, please."

He, embittered, takes a few steps back. After that, Derek goes away.

I'm alone in my room, and I continue to think about everything that happened to me. I just wanted to help Scott, since some people want to kill him; instead, I'm the one in the hospital. I am the 'sick' one, the one that seems to have always been wrong lately.

What's happening to me?

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[chocolatemin]

TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

AMBER'S POV

Once I got inside, the passage immediately shut. Sigh. Why does that always happen? Am I in a sort of horror movie? Cold wind brushed against my cheek caused me to shiver and snap back to reality.

I looked to my surroundings and everything is covered with thick snow while the sky is pale. "Winter?" It's very cold that I can barely move from my position. I hugged myself due to intense coldness. "Why didn't Xion tell me about this?" I started walking trying my best to ignore the freezing wind. "Thank goodness, I am wearing this black leather boots, my feet could've been stuck as soon as I stepped here!" I whispered triumphantly to myself. I can't find any other way except heading straight so I didn't bother to trouble myself.

I was walking and walking until it started to snow, I pulled my hoodie up to lessen the chance of me getting sick due to excessive coldness. I just keep walking as I lost track of time, maybe an hour or two had passed already... I wasn't able to notice that the road is quite bumpy. I slipped and fell down to the pile of snow and landed on my butt. "Ow, ow, not too cold! Ouch, it burns!" I looked up and saw a large, human-sized raven looking down at me with its clawed hand offered to me. I got startled and moved back from it. "Do you want my help or not?" I got more shocked when I heard him speak but regained my composure and took his hand, the feeling of his scaled skin and claw fingers are foreign which sent chills to my body. I thanked him for helping me and apologized for my behavior. "Have you broken some bones?" "Fortunately, I haven't, thank you for your concern." I hesitantly smiled to the large black bird from the crow family.

"By the way, my name is Ravn and don't be afraid, I don't bite." He suddenly turned into a human-like appearance. He has pretty eyes that compliments his other features well. "I'm Amber, I'm looking for the way out of here and was kinda lost, perhaps do you know any exits?" "I do, there's a town plaza nearby the castle, at the back of the castle is the Forest of the Lost which I had heard rumors of having an exit somewhere." "Can you help me go to that place?" "Sure. I'm heading there too. Just follow me." He smiled at me and pulled me beside him before we started walking.

"Do you live here?" I curiously asked him. "Yes." He replied briefly. "Uh, about earlier, why were you in that appearance?" "Oh, I'm sorry about that, it was too cold at that part of the land and was snowing heavily at the woods so I used my hybrid form to keep me warm." "Ah, I see. So I'm guessing you are not a human?" "Not really. I'm from the Human-Crow family, to be specific, the Ravens." "Woah, I think that's cool." "Well, I ain't gonna deny it." I looked up to him and he smiled cheekily. "Why did you choose to walk instead of flying?" "I'm still weak as of now and I cannot fly yet. I had just recovered from cold and fever." "What? Then you shouldn't be here, you could have just stayed home!" I got worried but he reassured me, "I was looking for a certain fruit to cure me, and fortunately I found it and ate it right away. I'm all good now." "You sure?" "Yeah. Don't worry."

We walked in comfortable silence and talked occasionally, it's very easy to make a conversation with him and it wasn't awkward, as if we had known each other for some time. We reached the seventeen o'clock as said on the huge clock in the middle of the plaza. It is not like any other clocks that are up to twelve only, instead, it is up to eighteen. It was really weird. "I'm going to buy dry ingredients at the market. Is it okay for you to wait a bit?" "No problem, I am looking for a botique, is it possible to find it here?" "Yup, are you going to buy clothes for you? Do you have money, I can lend you some if you want." "Don't worry, I have some with me besides I can't stand the coldness wearing these clothes." I sighed and shook my head earning a chuckle from him. "Yeah, yeah, I'll take you there after I buy the ingredients, is it okay?" "It's okay, I don't mind waiting." I smiled at him.

—

Ravn told me to change my clothes in the bathroom. I thought there isn't enough water for them since it's currently winter but I was wrong. The pump has lots of water. Ravn even heated water for me incase I wanted to take a quick bath. As I am taking a quick bath I suddenly remembered the clock on the town plaza, why is it up to eighteen? I'll ask Ravn after. I changed into a white long sleeve ruffle blouse and fitted dress pants that I bought from the botique. It is old fashioned but simple. Ravn told me to just leave my clothes on the small table inside the bathroom. Before I leave, I made sure that the place is clean. I left bathroom feeling warm and refreshed.

I headed to the kitchen where Ravn is preparing the plates. "I'm done, thank you for letting me use the bathroom." "No problem, come here, sit down." He motioned me to sit on the chair opposite to him, "I prepared dinner." I sat down and thanked him. After we ate, I volunteered to clean the dishes while he get changed which he agreed hesistantly not wanting to bother me but I insisted.

"Are you done yet, Amber?" Ravn asked me when he got out of the bathroom. "Yes." I replied as I am drying my hands using the hand towel on the cupboard. He sat down on one of the chairs at the dining table. "Amber, please sit down, I have some questions to ask you." He said sternly which made me quite nervous, so I sat down quickly, "What is it?" "Helping you and letting you stay here doesn't mean I trust you fully and I'm not suspicious, right?" "Well, yeah. I'm still a stranger to you." "I don't want to hurt your feelings." "No, no, not at all. Go ahead."

"What are you?" Ravn realized his question, "I'm sorry it came off like that." "It's okay. I am just a mere human. Next question please." "You said you were kinda lost. How did you end up here?" "Well, I... uh, I entered a gate and was transported here. I don't know if you'll believe that but it's true." "Oh, I see. Are you aware of this place? I bet you don't know anything about the Winter Realm." "It is true that I don't." He sighed at my answer. "Be thankful that I'm the one who found you, if it was the werewolves hybrid, they could have killed you." My body shivered thinking of it. "But why would they kill me?" "They aren't very welcoming to strangers. Plus, you also look suspicious so they'll probably put you to painful death." I cringed at the thought of them tearing my body apart.

"I'm done asking questions, if you want, you can ask me too." My insides calmed down after he said that. "Then, where am I really? What kind of place is this?" My eyebrows furrowed unintentionally. "You're in Winter Realm, and obviously it's winter here. Wherein the season through out the whole year is winter." "What?!" "Yes." "How do you survive in this place? If the snowing is all-year round?" "Most of the citizens here are hybrids, humans are very rare here. And I'm not the only one from the Human-Crow family living here, we're a lot. Also, the werewolves hybrid are living here too. They are the knights of the castle while some of the human-crows are messengers and servants. Some of the hybrids us are just like me, a commoner." Woah, his house is quite big for a commoner's, that's what I thought. "Does that mean that the workers on the botique I bought these clothes, are not human? How about you?" He nodded and I gasped, if Ravn wasn't with me, maybe they won't sell clothes to me. "I sometimes have a duty in the castle as a cook or whatever they need for a special occasion like grand balls, meeting other diplomats but I work part-time on a small restaurant at the town plaza every 27 o'clock until 32."

"Oh, speaking of time, why is the clock up to eighteen?" "Are you referring to the clock on the plaza?" I nod. "It is because a day is equivalent to thirty-six hours, but! The daytime is 'til 12 o'clock only, then the rest is nighttime. That's total of 24 hours of night." "Then, what time is it now?" He looked to the window at the living room and squinted his eyes. "Hmm, according to the clock outside, it's currently passed twenty one o'clock ." "Isn't it late already?" "Not really. Why do you ask?" "In the place where I originally live, it's actually time to sleep by twenty one o'clock." "Really? You may sleep at my bed upstairs." "It's okay. I will just sleep at the couch. Can you take me to the forest later instead?" "That won't be a problem. It's actually my nap time, and I take my naps on the couch." "Oh, then I guess I'll be sleeping on the bed, you may have the couch." We both sat up and I reluctantly went to the three-stepped stairs while he's heading to the living room. "I told you, just sleep on the bed." He laughed while I climb the stairs, I just smiled at him and head to his room. I left the door half-closed since I'm not used to sleeping not in my room and for him to be able to enter without the need to knock.

I can't fall asleep yet so I stood up and went over to the window. The neighbourhood looks peaceful at night, I wonder, what are they doing too? Some are in their houses, while the others have their lights turned off. After admiring the view for some time, sleepiness finally kicked in and I immediately dozed off as I laid down myself.

—

"Amber, you ready?" Ravn asked me after I finished gathering the things I needed. "Well, the keys are here, the coins too, the fruits I bought earlier and the water bladder you gave me. I'm ready to go!" I replied to him happily and put on my sling bag. "Wait!" "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Take this lamp and this dagger, you can't just go to a forest without anything to protect you, especially at night!" He handed me the lamp and the dagger with a smile. I tied the dagger to my waist and hid it under my cloak. "What time is it?" "It's 26:13. I think we need to go now." "I believe so. Let's go?" Ravn opened the door to his house and let me step outside first.

—

Ravn flew me to the back of the castle and we landed safely. I climbed down from him before he transformed back to his human form, "Thank you for this, I cannot give anything back except these coins." I took the purse from my bag and handed it to him, he pushes it back to me saying he's fine but I grabbed his hand, placed the purse on it and shoved it to him and smiled, "No, I insist, take those. I have the half of it in my bag." Lie, I only left a quarter on my bag. "Well, I don't have a choice, you're too persistent." We both laughed knowing he won't win this arguement with me.

"Thank you so much Ravn for everything you did... From helping me on my way to the town, letting me stay the night, to bringing me here. I wish I could have given you anything aside from those coins." "It's alright, Amber. I'm glad I was able to help you. It's our family's rule— to help anyone in need without seeking for something in return." He plastered a smile. "Thank you again, but I think you need to head back or you'll be late for your work and might get paid less than you should have." I replied in a concerned tone, afraid he might think I'm shooing him away. His eyes went wide, looks like he had forgotten it already, I chuckled at the sight. "Oh right, I totally forgot about it, thank you for reminding me. I need to go, bye Amber." He waved to me and quickly transformed into a black raven spreading its magnificent wings. I waved back at him and he looked at me one last time before flying away.

I marched towards the inside of the said forest with excitement and nervousness. The only things I hear are the sound of crickets, owls and my own footsteps. I countinued walking until I heard a howling sound from afar. I got startled and stopped on my tracks for a while. Sure, walking at night– in the woods, with a small light and all alone? Isn't really scary. As I walked deeper and deeper to the forest, the growling of the animal became less and less faint until I spotted a creature not far from me. Its body is covered with black smoke and its eyes are glowing yellow. I stopped on my tracks to prevent further noise and hid the lamp beside me, hoping that the creature won't notice the light and come towards me. Unfortunately, it started walking to my direction causing me to flinch and drop the lamp I was carrying. It jumped infront of me and I wasn't able to move due to fear taking over me.

"Grrr, what is a lady doing here at night? Mayhaps you don't want to be able to see the sunlight tomorrow, eh?" It growled louder and before I could talk it lunged infront of me causing me to fall to the ground. "Please, spare my life." "Ha! You wish. Now, say goodbye." The creature, which somewhat look alike to a lion and wolf at the same time, slowly brings its face closer and opened its mouth widely. Is this where I end already?

-END OF CHAPTER-

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Derek is turned into a toddler. Stiles takes care of him and together they face this new menace. Along the way, they'll find some unexpected friends.

When the sheriff came back home from his shift the picture in front of him spoke of heartbreak and unconditional love. Stiles was at the kitchen table and his greeting and questions died on his lips when he saw what - or better who - he was holding in his arms.

It was so strange to see Stiles in his old home now that he moved with Derek, his mate. John still had troubles wrapping his head around the notion. Stiles was a werewolf’s mate. It meant that he was mated for life to Derek Hale and that their bond would never to be broken if not by death itself, but he was digressing and losing focus. As he was saying, it was a rare occasion to find Stiles in the house where he grew up, so John was about to ask him if everything was okay with Derek and the pack when words got frozen on his lips.

Stiles was looking at the child in his arms with pure adoration and love, but there were tears in his eyes that mirrored the ones the little thing was crying, calling for his mom. When the sheriff entered the room, the boy looked up, green eyes filled with hope that too soon died.

“No mom? No dad?” He shook his little head, giving himself an answer and silent tears ran, harder, on his devastated face.

“No love, I’m sorry.”

Stiles' voice sounded broken but he was trying his best not to cry with the boy. John knew who he was but couldn’t name that truth or it would become reality and he was still hoping it was all just a dream.

“When?” He asked, his little hands curled into fists that grabbed Stiles’ shirt so hard John was sure little claws would leave holes in it.

“I don’t know, buddy.”

John’s heart broke for the pain hold by those words that were lies. It didn’t matter how white there were.

“Who’s that?”

Realizing that the new person was still there, the boy hid his face against Stiles’ chest and the words came out so muffled that the sheriff didn’t even understand them. Thank God Stiles was used to listening to werewolves in some very strange situation and could always understand what they needed and wanted.

“That’s my dad, John. John, this little thing is Derek.”

Derek raised his head for a moment and waved to John with his hand before he came back to hide against Stiles.

“No Derek’s dad yet?”

“Not yet love.”

John had to leave after that. He couldn’t stand the pain surrounding both Derek and Stiles. Of course, he wanted to know what had happened, but he couldn’t ask now. So he did what he did best when he was stressed out and unable to help someone he loved. He threw himself into work and filled all the forms and paperwork he had taken home weeks before in hope that to be in a place without distraction would magically give him the will to bore himself to death.

***

When Derek cried himself to sleep, Stiles left the kitchen with his precious mate still in his arms. God, he hated warlocks, so so much. This new bastard came to Beacon Hills after he heard that the True Alpha Scott McCall had left the city to start a new pack and a new family with his mate in her territory.

The bastard didn’t check that the territory was Japan and that his mate was a Kitsune of the Thunder and that Beacon Hills wasn’t left unprotected. The Hale Pack was back. Derek was the new Alpha and this time he was at peace with himself and his spark. Isaac was back too and with him, there was his mate, a wolf he had met in Paris and of course, Stiles, the Emissary of the pack.

The warlock had underestimated Stiles, but Stiles did the same, he didn’t expect an attack and before he could shield Derek, what was left of him was a crying toddler who could feel the loss of his pack and didn’t understand why his mom and dad weren’t there.

Derek was too young to understand death but old enough to know that almost everyone in his pack wasn’t where they were supposed to be. The bonds with the Hale pack had been severed because in the present they weren’t there anymore. Only Peter was left and Stiles feared the moment he would be forced to call him.

His dad was in the office, and right now Stiles needed him like never before. Derek was the one who had turned into a child, but Stiles was the one who was breaking.

***

Talking to the sheriff gave Stiles the perspective that he had lacked before. One of the reasons why Stiles had agreed to come back when Scott called was because in Beacon Hills he could be closer to his dad. The man still had a few years of work before retirement and even if they already decided that after he would move to France with Stiles and the pack, coming back home sooner had been a blessing.

Stiles had missed him. He had missed being able to speak to his dad whenever he needed him. He was man enough to admit that that happened often. The bond between them was strong since the beginning, they weren’t only father and son, with time they also became friends. But only after Stiles was old enough and mature enough to have a life of his own. Now that he could stand on his own two legs and knew what being basically married meant in terms of responsibilities their friendship was stronger than ever. But right now Stiles needed his dad and the sheriff was there for him.

When Stiles finished telling him what had happened, he knew that his dad was left with more questions than answers. At least this time Stiles was there to answer them in person and not beyond an ocean and unable to talk to him as freely as he liked.

“So, what the hell did that bastard want?”

That was the same questions that Stiles asked himself. The attack had been senseless since the beginning, then his own magic gave him the answer.

“A land that had belonged to werewolves for generations is rich in natural magic. Scott added his spark when the connection with the Hale was lost, so now Beacon Hills is basically a huge container full of instinctual and natural power. That’s what a warlock lacks because the corruption of his magic cut the natural sources that he had at the beginning.”

“So he turned Derek into a toddler because he wanted the power?”

Stiles nodded. He could understand his dad’s rage, it sunk the roots in the same realization that fueled Stiles’ fury. Everyone knew about the Hale fire. Everyone with even a limited knowledge of magic knew that to turn Derek into a child meant forcing him to endure the lack of bonds with his family. He was now too young to know that he had a pack, that he was still loved by many - because those bonds had still to be formed - and not young enough not to know that his whole family was gone. He just couldn’t elaborate what his mind and soul were feeling.

“What now?”

That was the million dollar question. When the mist raised by the spell faded away, Stiles only had had a few instants to catch up with what had happened before an earthshaking cry shook his soul. A toddler Derek was calling for his mom and dad while lulling himself, trying to sooth the emotional turmoil he was in.

Stiles had been so furious that his magic unleashed against the attacker without a second thought or a chance to tame the rightful rage that it carried. The warlock had been burned to a crisp before Stiles could realize that they needed the bastard alive to revert the spell. That was usually the faster way, but not the only one, like many would love to tell their enemies. The only problem was that without him it would take longer to find out how to unreveal what had been created by lust for power and lack of mercy.

“We should call Peter.”

That was the most sensible thing to do, but Stiles didn’t trust the older Hale. It didn’t matter if the man was only a part of the pack because of his blood connection to Derek than because he really recognized Derek as his Alpha, but right now it didn’t matter.

Peter was the real expert in everything that was mystical and occult. Magic, and above all dark magic, was his field. If there was someone out there who could find a solution to fix this mess was Peter Hale and yet, Stiles couldn’t really see himself asking for his help.

Perhaps he could call Peter’s mate? No, Peter had the right to know what had happened to Derek even if he probably wouldn’t even care. It was always so hard to tell with Peter. The man had the best poker face that Stiles had ever seen and kept his emotions as hidden as possible.

The only alive person who could say to know him was Chris Argent, his mate, and the two of them lived now like recluses deep in the forest. They didn’t bother much with the pack matters and only intervene when things were so ugly that they couldn’t stay behind even if they wanted to.

***

Derek emitted a whimper so loud that the poor boy was startled awake by the noise. As soon as he saw Stiles, he smiled at him, shyly but after a moment of confusion his big eyes looked around and his expression dropped when he realized that he wasn’t at home with his mom and dad.

This time he didn’t even ask but the heartbreaking sobs that shook his small body were enough to move to tears even the coldest and cruelest man on earth.

Stiles needed to do something and soon. With one hand he kept petting and patting Derek’s back, the boy was again hidden against his chest and Stiles could feel his tears soaking through the layers of material.

With his free hand, he took his phone and called Peter. While the phone rang, waiting to connect him to the older wolf, Stiles closed his eyes both to keep the tears at bay and to mentally prepare himself for Peter Hale.

“Peter, you’re on --” But Peter’s voice sounded in the room before Stiles could finish his sentence.

“Stiles, what the hell happened? Where is Derek?”

The Emissary took a deep breathe before he went on. Derek’s cry was breaking everyone heart and he was sure Peter could hear it too.

“Un’cla Pety?”

A small voice asked, confused. Derek was looking around, searching for his uncle. If his uncle was there mom and dad would come soon, right?

“Derek? Derek is that you?”

If Stiles didn’t know better he would swear that Peter had needed to sit down but unlike the wolves, he wasn’t as good at discerning the noises in the background.

“Un’cla Pety comes to take Derek? With mom and dad?”

From the other side, nothing came for so long that Stiles began to think that Peter had left.

“I’m on my way, buddy. Stay with Stiles.”

For the first time since that mess began, Derek was smiling a bit.

***

When Peter arrived, he did it with his usual grace, almost taking the door off his hinges with the force he put in a single knock.

Both Stiles and John rushed to the door before the older wolf would destroy the house but when the sheriff threw the door open, ready to give Peter a piece of his mind - he didn’t know the man much, but Stiles was wary of him and that was enough - Derek screamed in delight and Peter Hale passed him like he was transparent.

At least Chris Argent apologized for his mate’s rudeness while the wolf reached for Stiles and Derek so fast that for a moment Stiles felt the need to step back and put distance between them and Peter, but Derek opened his arms as soon as he saw Peter, demanding a hug, without leaving Stiles’.

It was awkward and strange, but Peter didn’t deny Derek like Stiles had feared - Stiles was glad for that, he wasn’t sure what he would have done if Peter broke Derek’s little heart with a rejection - instead he scent marked the young boy, covering him in his scent and letting Derek do the same. Peter was the last bond Derek had with his old life and pack and the older man was human enough to let the boy do everything he needed to sooth the aches in his heart.

***

“Come again?” The harsh question was the first indication that Peter Hale was still a bastard, it didn’t matter how gentle he had been all evening with young Derek. The two had played together and Peter had been able to calm the boy down, explaining that for tonight mom and dad wouldn’t take him home, but that he was safe with Stiles.

The Emissary was sure saying that had to physically hurt Peter. He never kept for himself his opinion on Derek’s choice for a mate but for now, they reached a truce, for Derek’s safe.

Now Derek was asleep in Stiles’ arms - he had seen how much Peter had to fight his instinct and stop himself from stealing Derek - and Peter was back to himself.

“I killed him, burned him to ashes.”

What was he supposed to do? No, Stiles knew he was supposed to keep the caster alive but he couldn’t, not after what the bastard did.

Peter visibly flinched at those words and Stiles regretted the mention of what had been used to kill their enemy.

“Because you didn’t read a single magic book in your life, or because it sounded like a good idea?”

There he was, the sassy bastard that only Chris really liked.

“Because I knew what he did to Derek. Because I heard his scream of pain and confusion and you weren’t there Peter. You weren’t there so don’t you dare to judge me.”

Peter was ready to snark an answer when Chris put a strong arm around his shaking body. “What is done, is done, Peter. We need to fix this, not to fight each other.”

As always Chris had been the voice of reason and Peter relented.

“Do you have any ideas?” Stiles asked, trepidation clear in his words.

“Probably, but it’s a long ritual and I need some things that I don’t have yet. I’ll need a few hours to prepare everything. In the meantime, you take good care of Derek.”

“A few hours? What I’m supposed to do while you prepare whatever the hell you need to prepare?”

Stiles was terrified now. To take care of Derek for a few hours was a thing, but he had no idea how to care for a pup at night. Derek would sleep only if someone held him, and even if exhausted he was sure that nightmares were lurking around, waiting for the boy to sleep and grab him. He didn’t know how to help Derek.

“You take care of him, as I said. There is nothing else you can do.” Peter was ready to leave, his mind already focused on what he would need for the ritual and how to get those things when he stopped and turned.

“He knows you’re family. A bond with a mate is stronger than anything else. It transcends time and space. Derek doesn’t understand how, or who you are, but he knows you’re his. You’re the one he needs now.”

***

As Stiles feared, Derek didn’t sleep that night, at all.

When the boy woke up to the realization that Peter too had left, he went back to a state of utter sadness. This time he didn’t even cry, silent tears made his eyes puffy and his cheeks so red Stiles would have been worried he could make himself sick if Derek wasn’t a werewolf.

His little heart was breaking all over again and Stiles’ too, above all when Derek asked him, again and again, if Peter would come back. The boy was terrified of being abandoned and forgotten. Stiles was used to dealing with the same issues in an adult Derek, but a child with the same fears and so much pain inside his soul, that Stiles didn’t know how to handle. He didn’t know how to help his mate and that made him feel terrible.

All night long, Stiles rocked a desperate Derek in his arms, singing Polish lullabies to him, like his mom had done with Stiles before the illness claimed her mind and her memories of him.

It was bittersweet to realize he still remembered those words, he still remembered a language he had refused to speak for so long but t was ingrained in his mind and never left like he had feared.

Peter was right. The connection between himself and Derek was still there. Now that Derek depended on him for everything, that he was the one who needed to protect his mate and who could do it, Stiles could feel it clearly.

Never before had its strength and power appeared so clear. Theirs was a bond created by the pain in their past, by their loss and the fractures on their souls. It was a bond made by love and stubbornness and, forged in everything that made Derek and Stiles what they were today.

Their bond was love, and rage and adoration, and fight, and desperation, and need for each other and need to express themselves as a single unity and their own persons. It was a bond made by their differences and unicity. It was everything that they needed and everything they never hoped to have.

With Derek in his arms, that night, Stiles learned to know a side of his mate that he thought gone for good. The little boy he had been, who had loved his family and pack, who had adored his uncle, was the part of Derek he had promised to always protect without even knowing it.

The boy in his arms was the incarnation of Derek’s issues and vulnerability. The need to be reassured that his pack was there, that he wasn’t alone in the world. Derek was a powerful and rightful Alpha because of his humanity and the boy was exactly that, he was the spark that burned inside Derek, always reminding him why it was right for them to keep fighting to protect the people of Beacon Hills, why it was right to bite someone who needed a family and a pack, who was alone in the harsh and cold world.

Stiles realized all of that and felt for Derek a little bit more. With every song he sang to him, he renewed the vows he had made the night of their mating, charging them with a new energy.

What had begun as a terrible way to steal the power of Beacon Hills, was slowly turning into something right that would make the Alpha and his Emissary even stronger than they were before.

***

When morning came, it found Stiles and Derek curled up together in what had been Stiles’ bed. The sheriff took a few pictures of that moment before he woke them up with the promise of breakfast.

If Stiles had thought that getting Derek ready would be hard, he didn’t imagine the pure hell that was to bathe a little werewolf stronger than his adult self. Derek tried to run twice, still covered in bubble foam, but Stiles stopped him in time. Only he got distracted a moment, just a moment, to make sure that the towels were warm and ready for Derek and when he turned, he was gone.

Before he could kill himself slipping on the wet puddles all over the bathroom floor - he was starting to feel sorry for his dad. The poor man had to bathe Stiles for years after all - he heard Derek’s giggles and John’s screech of horror mixed surprise.

Now that Stiles was stable enough on his feet and ready to chase Derek, his dad was there, a naked and wriggling toddler in his arms.

“Did you lose something, son?”

“Who? Me? Not at all. I and my buddy Derek decided that clothes are overestimated. We’ll walk around naked for today.”

John had a very hard time to keep his expression blank.

“Naked and wet, or just naked?”

“I was going to work on the wet part before someone disappeared.” He couldn’t resist and blew raspberries on Derek’s exposed tummy. He really couldn’t resist and Derek’s laugh had the same sound that his mom made when she told Stiles the story of how angels earn their wings.

“I think it’s better to go for dry and clothed. I was told it’s the latest trend.”

Derek looked adorable dressed in Stiles’ old clothes. He was still clingy but in a very different way. Now he refused to leave Stiles’ arms not because he was terrified he would disappear, but because toddler Derek was an affectionate and cuddly thing. A little monster unleashed on the world to dominate it with the power of his hugs.

***

Peter came back all too soon and after too long at the same time. Chris was with him, but that wasn’t a surprise. Since the moment they had properly mated after dancing around each other for years, they were one.

Derek took his time showing Peter his new clothes and being his adorable self. It melted Stiles’ heart to see how open with his affection Derek was as a toddler and to know that soon that would be lost made him want to cry, to dig Kate Argent back from her grave only to kill her again, and again, thousands of times.

And yet little Derek would still be there, inside adult Derek, and Stiles would love both with such force that everyone with a little sanity would think twice before threatening him. Too bad usually villains weren’t that smart.

“What do we need to do?”

“Go to the preserve. We need to be in the Hale’s territory for the ritual to work.”

Watching Derek and his dad saying goodbye made Stiles think that perhaps it was time to think about the future. He and Derek had talked about adoption once or twice before. Stiles had been worried he couldn’t take care of a child and Derek claimed that it was too soon, but it was something that he wanted. If Derek was going to ask him tomorrow, Stiles would say yes in a heartbeat.

***

When they arrived un unnatural silence had fallen over the preserve. It felt like nature itself knew that the Alpha was hurt and was keeping its breath waiting to see what would happen now.

“Put Derek on the ground,” Peter ordered. He wasn’t at ease with magic like he usually was. This was his nephew and Peter cared for him even if only Chris knew it. A mistake would mean that they would lose their chance to have the adult Derek back and Beacon Hills needed its Alpha.

Derek was now wrapped in one of his own shirt, too big for the toddler, but it was still better than to have him naked and confused when he turned back into an adult. That and Peter didn’t really need to see him naked.

“What’s going to happen?”

“The magic used was meant to steal the power, not only from the land, but also from the Alpha. He needs to remember his connection to his territory.”

“And?”

Because really? Peter’s words didn’t explain what would happen and the more he was mysterious and cryptic the more Stiles didn’t trust him.

“The spell I found will wake the ancestral bond between the Hale and this place.” He said while Chris finished adding the mountain-ashes around Derek. Peter hated that part and knew that Derek was scared. He knew what it was and how dangerous it could be for a wolf. Derek had always been a smart kid, Peter’s favorite.

He was pushing the boy, telling him again and again that Uncle Peter would be there, that it was for his own protection that the ashes were used. Peter would never let anything happen to his favorite nephew.

“Why are you using that?” Stiles asked again, alarmed.

“Because when the memories will come back to him, his mind will catch them before his body. He’ll be scared and hurt and too little to really understand. He’ll try to run and we can’t break the spell trying to rescue him.”

So the ashes were meant for Peter too, not only for Derek. “I should be the one casting the spell,” said Stiles.

“You can’t. You’ll be in the circle with Derek. As I said, your bond is stronger than everything else. You’ll be his anchor and will lead him back home.”

And with the poison all over them, Peter wouldn’t be able to break the circle not even if he wanted it, no matter how much he would want it when Derek will begin to scream.

Stiles stepped inside the circle and sat behind Derek, the toddler between his legs. Peter had said that Derek had to stay on the ground, no that he couldn’t touch him.

“Love you, Stiles.” The boy claimed with a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “I’m not scared, you’re here.”

“I love you too, buddy. I’m scared neither because you’re with me.”

That was the core of their love. They were there for each other. One supported the other when it was time for him to crash and was supported back when he needed it. Together they had defeated so many demons, real and the ones inside their minds, that fear could never win when the other was close.

***

Peter forgot to tell them how painful the ritual was. When the wave of memories came back to Derek’s mind, the poor boy was overpowered. His little body and mind couldn’t handle everything he saw.

All Stiles could do was to hold him in his arms when agony consumed him and Peter’s voice chanting in a language dead thousands of years before was like nails on a board. Stiles wanted to scream him to stop, to beg him to let Derek go.

He wanted to jump at his throat and kill the older Hale for what he was doing, Was this one of his plots? A way to get rid of Derek and take the power back? But then he really looked at his face while Derek’s body thrashed so hard Stiles feared he would break, and saw the tears in his eyes.

Watching his nephew suffer like that was hurting Peter too. Chris was standing behind him, ready to support Peter if the wolf needed him. Two mates in the whole sense of the word, what he and Derek could be after this ordeal.

The first pull at the bond Stiles felt it the moment Derek went still in his embrace. Then it all happened so fast the Emissary could only watch with awe while their bond took physical form, a golden thread connecting their souls and hearts, and wrapped tightly around them, in its shiny hug Derek’s body changed and grew, this time without pain, and soon Stiles had his mate in his arms. His green eyes were open and conscious, focused on Stiles and Stiles alone.

Like the shining of the bond, Peter’s voice faded away while the last word of the spell echoed in the silence.

“Don’t you dare to leave me again, Hale.”

Stiles was crying now. He had kept his emotions at bay as long as he could, but now that his Alpha was back, it was his right to let it go. all the anguish and pain he had felt were in those words.

“Never. I promise.”

The kiss they shared was tender and demanding, a reaffirmation of their union and something new shared between old souls. It was whole and complete and perfect.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

He could remember everything that had happened. The excruciating pain of the loss, the knowledge that his uncle had helped and still cared for him, the certainty that whatever would happen in their future, Stiles would always fight for him, for them and their pack.

Once again an enemy had tried to destroy them, but this time instead than ruins and wreckage, all that it brought was the awareness that they were stronger, that together they could face everything.

“I wasn’t scared you know?”

“I know, I was there with you.”

Together they walked toward their home, their pack, and their future, knowing that once again, that wasn’t the end but a new beginning for their family.

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Resending this because I messed with first one. Could you do headcanons of kind of father rajak, rael, karius, tao, takeo would be like? I'm sorry if it's too much

Combining these two requests and I apologize for being inactive for such long time. I had some problems and lost my motivation to write, but I’m back.

T-chan

Raizel

A daughter, which he would be very protected over. He would give her enough space, but would look after her with every second he can, just feeling her presence if can’t watch her.

The most chill parent and very nice and approval. He wouldn’t mind if his daughter wants to talk and hang out with humans or werewolves or anyone, but if he feels any kind of threat from anyone he won’t show any mercy. He wouldn’t be strict either, but there would still be certain rules and lines that she shouldn’t cross unless she wants a cold shoulder from him.

He would actually pamper her so much and would try to spend time with her as much as he can, since she would be quite an adventurer unlike her father. She would be outside at any chance possible even if there’s a storm.

His favourite thing with them would definitely be listening to things that happened to her during the day-from meeting new friends and people to talking about the newest dish she tried in a restaurant or fast-food restaurant. They also love bonding over ramyeon that Frankenstein or Seira makes. Usually everyone would just leave them alone at certain time during the day as they either sit in silence and wait or talk. It’s the only time Raizel would talk most so they would let him have his time.

Raizel would love to see her getting alone with everyone, especially those closest to him. He would find it very amusing if she called anyone “uncle” or any other nickname that could make them lose their heads, but he would know that deep inside they love it. His daughter would be very spoiled and loved with everyone.

Frankenstein

What are you saying he already has children to take care of

He would have a son that would most likely take his legacy over no matter how, why and when. Probably as soon as possible since more hands at his work is always best.

He would be strict, but would still have that spot where his son could get away without being punished. Punishment, on the other hand, could defer from, basically whatever would come to Frankenstein’s head.

Frankenstein’s son would be pampered as an infant and a child, but once he’s five, six least, years old, he would slowly start acting stricter, but there would still be that parent love that a child needs. When he reaches his teen years, he would start learning mostly of the world that his father and everyone else lives in. Deep down inside he would always be protective of him no matter what happens, even if they end up in an argument over a stupid thing.

One thing he would enjoy with his son doing is just sitting on the couch and talk with others. He would look at him like he’s the most important being and he wouldn’t hesitate a second to protect him if it comes that far. Though his priority is still Raizel, his son would be quickly after if not on the same spot.

Tao

A daughter and son; most likely twins. The most interesting parent if you ask me. Tao’s relationship with his children would be a fun thing to watch and see. One moments he could act like a parent and the other like a colleague, which could lead to his children calling him by name too.

He would be the chillest parent, even more than Raizel, until they are in danger. If he sees a scratch or two on their faces and body he would go from 0 to 100 in a second so the enemy, or whoever dares to lay a hand on his children, needs to be prepared for the worst. He won’t go easy on anyone.

Like mentioning before, Tao’s relationship with his children would be really funny to see. One moment they could act like best friends and then next his daughter could be pouting and arguing with Tao like a father and child should while his son would be all smug beside before the tables turn. It would make those close laugh because this family would be crazy and whoever Tao ends up with would have to deal with two mini Tao’s too.

Aside from being mini Tao, they would also inherit his love for computers. His daughter would most likely grow into one of best hackers while his son would more focus on making computer games. Tao would be one of the proudest father’s there is so he would boast most of the times.

Two things they would all have in common is love from computers and joking with everyone. Tao would teach them his best pranks. At the same time it would be impossible to prank him, so when they manage that he would just stand up and start clapping really slowly while tearing up, saying “my children grow up so fast” “they’re only eight, Tao”

Takeo

Son and daughter, son older by few years. He would be very gentle with them and very overprotective. When his son would be born, he would hold him tightly, afraid to give him back until he hears from Tao, M-21 or Frankenstein that it’s safe. He would hardly trust doctors, because of Crombell, but he would soon come to realization that they’re safe.

Takeo would be a normal parent. He would have rulers that he doesn’t like to be broken, but he would also be very understanding. Perhaps the incident with Dr. Aris would still leave a bitter taste in his mouth, so it could also take some time before he completely accepts the fact that he has his own family to protect.

He would be very overprotective of them like he was of Shinwoo and Yuna, but his children would still be higher on the line. On the other hand if anything happens to them, he would most likely panic the most before he calms himself down and once he does he could be very mortifying for his enemies.

While bonding with them, he would like to see and hear them talking of what they like. They would sometimes go to coffee, tea or cake shop and spend some time there, talking and just enjoying their free time. On some days they would also go to amusement park or to arcade, or just going on a walk and talk.

Takeo would be the closest to a good father. There would be moments where he scolds them, but it’s only because he’s worried for their safety.

Rael

Daughter that would be spoiled to no ends. And while it would be mostly Rael’s fault, the two could also end up in some bratty arguments where his partner would have to be the one to break them apart before words that cannot be taken back are spoken.

He would be the most stubborn parent there is and no matter what his daughter say, his words are final, which is also what she takes most from him as well. It would be very hard for them to stay in one room longer than five minutes as a normal and innocent conversation could heat up in a second.

Of course his stubborness would be followed with his overprotectiveness, which are at some times the worst traits together. All those fights with her would be a way of him showing love and care for her. Of course it’s a bit different, but that’s how his daughter would know that he cares for her even though they fight more than usually.

But on the other hand, there would also be days that they get along and act like a father and daughter should. He would listen to her when she talks of something she loves, would teach her piano that he knows how to play, in fact he would pamper her at days.

He would glare at any guy approaching her, crossing the line, especially if it’s Karias he wouldn’t hesitate to “threaten” him.

Rajak

Son, who would get most of Rajak’s traits. Rajak would act indifferently around him once he’s born, though there would be moments where he shows his love for his son. Those moments would be mostly in private, when they’re alone or when he’s sure no one can see them.

He would be one of strict parents, but at the same time he wouldn’t be as strict either unless there is a need. Like Takeo he would be understanting and if not, he would at least try to understand him.

Rajak would teach his son how to fight and defend at the young age, so he could protect himself and those close to him when it’s needed. He would know his weakness and traits and help him get stronger as much as he can and suggest him one way or another. If his son was in danger, Rajak would still feel anger and the need to protect him like a father should, so the enemy usually wouldn’t even know what has gotten to him.

Their relationship would be normal, sometimes looking more of a friendship. His son would grow up fast and more than usually, people could mistake Rael and Rajak’s son, the latter being Rajak’s twin while Rael could pass as his son. It would be pretty funny to see Rael mumbling under his breath corehent words because of that.

Their way of bonding would be in the evening and late into night, when the day is over and they’re sitting on the couch, talking and drinking tea or coffee. As a child, his son would usually play beside and Rajak would only watch over him, smiling while his partner would be sitting beside, their head on his chest. It would be very hard to see him affectionate at any other time and those moments would be their most private.

Karias

A son and just like with Rajak, Karias’ son would also be spitting image of him and Krasis. While he inherited Karias’ way of being affectionate towards women, he’s more uptight and serious like Krasis.

Karias would be one of relaxed parents, not paying much attention to his son unless necessary. He would moreover teach him any way to be friendly and courteous towards women. It would be hard for him to know what he’s thinking at some moments due to his seriousness, but would eventually learn to distinguish and kind of emotion and movement.

While he wouldn’t be as protective, he would still be pretty angry if anything happens to him while he wasn’t under his watch.

Karias’ relationship with his son would be sometimes funny to watch and observe. There would be moments where Karias wants to talk or teach him, but his son would either wave him off, saying he has work to do, or just simply ignore whatever he says, which could lead to Karias pouting because “you can’t just ignore me. I am your father” “my father or not, you have some ridiculous things to speak of sometimes”

Despite all those small arguments and provoking, they would bond over breakfast, lunch and dinner the most. Their conversations could be from and to and Karias wouldn’t even hesitate to talk about more intimate things either, but of course once his son is old enough.