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Sterek Fics (rec list)

(Personal recommendations)

[This can include a wide variation of content, from time travel, to dark fics, non-con, MPREG, etc]

Get You The Moon by; AclosedFicIsNeverRead

Words; 180K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Non-Con, emotional/psychological abuse, angs x1000, stiles needs a hug, good alpha Derek hale, TORTURE, Slow burn, Eventual Happy ending, Psycho!Theo, bad friend scott. (Etc)

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Opinion; I'm not getting over this fanfic like; NEVER. God, I really CRIED, I SCREAMED, I GOT TOO EMOTIONAL IN EVERY CHAPTER, I JUST COULD NOT STOP.

I had a strong need to read non-stop until I finished it, but I finally finished it and it hurt, because now I need a continuation. It has the perfect ending but I just don't want to let this universe go, it's just wonderful and perfectly well constructed. Damn, I want to kiss the author's hands and brain, she/He/Them truly has just created one of the best fics in the fandom. This fic DESTROYS YOU but RECONSTRUCTS YOU at the same time. (Note: Scott is shit here)

Present by reillyblack

Words; 112K+

Ranking; 8/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags; A/B/O dynamics, enemies to lovers, Werewolf culture, alternative universe, scent marking, knotting, Werewolf mates, pack family, implied Mpreg, Pack politics. (Etc)

Summary;

When Stiles's best friend Scott presented as a werewolf, it was just the worst. It was front-page news, there were reporters outside his house asking him questions, and people at school stared and kept their distance or interrogated him mercilessly. Worst by far was that it meant Scott had to leave immediately to live with the werewolf pack in the mountains -- which no one knew anything about. Stiles couldn't even visit, so he only got to see Scott once a month when he came back to visit his mom. It sucked.

A year later, he presents too.

Opinion; This is probably one of those fics that you will never forget and want to read again and when you remember this fic it will bring back happy memories.

Waiting by: isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Words: 81K+ (Two shot)

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Possesive Derek, Compassionate Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf mates, Magic Derek Hale, Alternate Universe-Magic, Jealous Derek. (etc)

Summary:

Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

Opinion: I had been looking for something to read and came across this gem, it is an entertaining read and once you start it is impossible to stop.

It keeps us trapped all the time in this world that the author built.

Derek finds himself stuck in his semi-transformed form, with his human mind missing, and he is considered; the beast

But no one can harm him or do anything to him because apparently he is connected to the nemeton and the city.

Then Stiles is selected in the blooding to be the new human to care for and feed the beast, but Stiles being Stiles can't keep things normal, and he changes everything.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla

Words: 106K+

Ranking: 4.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags: Spark Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek hale, Slow Burn, Scott is a bad friend, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Hale Pack. (etc)

Summary:

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

Opinion:Scott is shit here, so u better not read this if that bothers u.

The friendship between Lydia and Stiles is probably one of my favorite things in this fic, and I really love the Hale pack, Derek never had to stop being alpha, he really would have done an incredible job as you will see in this fanfic.

(The fics where Derek is the alpha get all my love, so this fic gets my love.) Stiles and Derek have a slow burn romantic development so be patient, but it's worth it.

Once you start reading you won't be able to stop.

Pack Wars by: Miss_aphelion

Words: 158k+

Ranking: 5/5⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Pack Dynamics. Kidnapping. Angst and Humor. Slow Build. Alternate Season/Series 03. Canon-Typical Violence. idiots being idiots.

Summary:

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

Opinion:There is a warning in the Fic about Stiles being kidnapped but not really kidnapped, but moderately kidnapped, and that if that is any trigger for you please don't read it.

I personally recommend this fic, Stiles was kidnapped by fools and that's too funny because they should know that Stiles is too smart for that.

Put Down in Words by: paintedrecs

Words: 203K+

Ranking: 10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Tags: Misunderstandings. Angst. Mutual Pining. Bisexual Stiles Stilinski. Demisexual Derek Hale. Alternate Universe - College/University. Alternate Universe - Human. Professor Derek Hale. College Student Stiles. Nerd Derek Hale. Musician Derek Hale. POV Alternating. Age Difference. Derek adopts a dog. Slow Build

Summary:

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Opinion: (If you think that I put all the good fics at the beginning you are wrong haha). This fic is really soft and comforting in a way I can't explain. I had actually forgotten about this fic, but checking my bookmarks, I found it.

AND THANK GOD BECAUSE I FOUND IT. It's a really sweet but tense fic, and shit I really have to read it again.

Highly recommended.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by: butyoureeyessaidyes

Words: 125k+

Ranking:4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery. Spark Stiles Stilinski. Magic. Memory Loss. AmnesiaTemporary. Angst. Canon-Typical Violence. Hurt/Comfort. Hurt Derek. Hurt Stiles. Panic Attacks. Boykisses

Summary:

It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.

Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Opinion:I love bakery so combining sterek + bakery is beautiful (for me) with a little angst and memory loss and you will have a delicious fanfic that you won't be able to stop reading until you finish the last chapter.

Tell me I'm Alive by tatsukitty

Words; 37K+

Ranking; 3.5/5 ⭐⭐⭐✨

Tags; Horror body, Kidnapping, torture, panic attacks, lab rats, Mpreg, discussions of abortion, au after 5A, dub con, (etc).

Summary;

“You stayed for me?” Stiles frowned, his panic fogged brain struggling to comprehend.

“You would have stayed for me.” Derek replied seriously, as if it were solid fact. As if Stiles was a constant he didn’t have to question, a law of nature.

(Or: Post 5A, Stiles and Derek captured by the Dread Doctors and experimented on.)

Opinion; I have a thing for those fics where Derek and Stiles are each other's source of comfort and warmth, basically where they need each other. And add to that kidnapping, torture, and Derek being overpowered by his primal protective instincts towards Stiles, I really love those kinds of fics. (I know, I have a problem hahaha)

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by: TheRealDanniX

Words: 24k+

Ranking: 3/5 ⭐⭐⭐

Sumamry: When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

Opinion: easy to read and entertaining, it's a light read with a captivating plot. I really like "mate" stories, so Stiles and Derek being mates is definitely one of my favorite things, adding to that a bit of a plot of Stiles being cursed and turning into different animals is really cool.

Seven Years by: QueenOfAngst21

Words: 12k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Fluff and angst. Mates.

Summary:

Seven years ago Stiles left Beacon Hills in the middle of the night. To them he was nothing more than a murderer now, they wouldn't even listen to him. No word for seven years, they last they heard Derek had torn out of town in search for him.

Seven years later the Sheriff responds to a shooting in progress, what he finds is an unconscious alpha on the floor, a bleeding passenger and a screaming baby in the back. The past has finally caught up to them.

Opinion; Very entertaining and truly satisfying read. I fucking loved everyone's initial shock so much, it was art.

I always love the fics where Stiles puts himself first and tells everyone to fuck off and finds love, security and family in Derek.

Stiles reunites with Scott and his pack after 7 years.

(And I love Lydia here)

The Werewolf Companion by: MargaretKire

Words:64k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Slow Burn. Lonely Derek Hale. Scent Marking. Angst with happy ending. Mates. Happy ending. Multiple orgasms. (etc)

Summary:

Stiles volunteers to be a companion for an isolated werewolf he's never met. He thought he knew way more about werewolves than it turns out he really does.

Derek didn't technically ask the Werewolf Conservation Committee for a companion human, but they insisted he have one for his mental and physical health.

Or: Derek has only had Stiles for a day, but if anything were to happen to him, he'd kill everyone in Beacon Hills and then himself.

Opinion: Derek pining for Stiles and being his number 1 protector.

Definitely seeing Derek falling in love with Stiles is my favorite thing in the world and seeing Stiles being a nervous wreck for Derek is cute.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Words: 32k (one shot)

Ranking; 4/5

Tag: Time travel. stiles trying not to ruin anything. Young Derek Hale. Paige (teen wolf). misunderstanding.

Summary:

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Opinion:You have to see Stiles trying not to ruin anything in the timeline but in the end he just makes what had to happen happen.

But We're Still Sleeping Like We're Lovers by: CharWright5

Words: 109k+

Ranking: 4/5⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags:Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known. Alternate Universe - everyone is a werecreature. werecoyote!stiles. Werewolf!Derek. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. alpha!Derek. Omega!Stiles. Stiles and Malia are twins. Derek and Scott are Brothers. Mating Cycles/In Heat

Summary: There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he's a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he's an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother's best friend. Doesn't stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he's totally screwed, in more ways than one.

opinion: One thing I recognize about this fic is that the author put Stiles and Malia as siblings, and I think that tag goes well with them.

I like those fics where Derek and Scott are brothers, and I love when all that awkwardness happens between Scott and Stiles due to the fact that his brother is fucking his best friend. If you share that taste with me, this is your fic.

Don't Kiss and Tell by: Hedwig221b

words: 5k+

Ranking: 5/5

Tags: One-Sided Derek Hale/Paige. Alternate Universe - High School. Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age. Unrequited Love. Derek Hale Being an Asshole. Stiles Stilinski Being an Asshole but not to each other. Secret Relationship. Jealous Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Paige has finally got the boyfriend she always wanted. The only thing is, said boyfriend doesn't touch her, doesn't kiss her and spends all his time with Stiles Stilinski. You'd think they were dating, or something...

Opinion: This is a pretty shitty fic and you end up saying "oh shit, poor Paige" because she didn't deserve that manipulation.

although here I discovered that I could read a story where Derek and Stiles are villains but as long as they love each other I read it happily.

You Lunatics! by charmingplanes

words: 139k+

Ranking 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Mates. Kidnapping. Kidnapped Stiles. disappearences. Mystery. Pack Dynamics. Pack Feels. Pack Family. Magical Stiles Stilinski. Alpha Derek. Possessive Behavior. Possessive Derek. submissive stiles. Panic Attacks. Dubious Consent

Summary: Scott went missing and Stiles is doing everything he can to find him but after year gone people are caring less and less. Nobody listens to him anymore. So Stiles has to go alone to find him. And find him he will!

But the wolf finds Stiles first.

Before he can process what is happening, Stiles is trapped with a madman deep in the forest surrounded only by his crazy followers, who are sporting some serious claws and canines, if he's seeing correctly.

And Scott is there too.

Stiles needs to get the both of them out as soon as possible, before madman Derek returns and bites his head off.

He just need to convince his best friend to leave these lunatics behind. That's all.

He needs a plan.

Opinion:

Okay, warning again: kidnapping and a little (a lot) of possessive behavior. (Stiles tries to escape a few times.)

Here you feel a little more of real kidnapping and Stiles' fear.

But for some reason I like these fics, I have shit to fix in my head probably. Well you've been warned, there's a bit of Stockholm here…I guess.

It's where My demons hide by; littleredridinghunter

Words: 167k+

Ranking: 100/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

(If you can't stand this type of reading, don't read it, it's really hard to read, but it's worth it in the end.) ***READ THE TAGS AND WARNINGS PLEASE, IF YOU READ IT IS AT YOUR OWN RISK***

Summary:

Stiles was used to his life going to hell. He'd just never expected it to be quite so literal.

When Rafael McCall returns to Beacon Hills after a five year absence it brings back lots of unhappy memories for Stiles, he'll do whatever he can to keep his secrets buried in order to protect those closest to him.

With Rafael's return Stiles discovers that secrets are always revealed, even if this particular time it's because of supernatural interference.

Opinion: But really this fic is beautiful at the end, well, mainly at ¾ of the end you can start to breathe in peace.

The love, patience, and support that the entire pack gives Stiles is something really nice, I'm really getting addicted to these kinds of stories where everyone is Stiles' protector. Because YES, Stiles definitely deserves all the love in the world.

And all the slow burn between Stiles and Derek is really slow... But it's worth it in the end. While you will really enjoy reading Derek totally and hopelessly in love with Stiles and vice versa.

I really don't want to give spoilers, but I advise you to have the clinex ready and something to hit, because believe me, you are going to need it.

Good luck with this fic, it's beautiful but it's a long and painful journey to the happy ending.

It's all part of the master plan by: littleredridinghunter

words; 167k+

Warning; Contains No Con. R4p3. A lot of suffering for Stiles. A lot of pain, traumas, pain x1000.

Summary:

Stiles is taken to the Argent's basement. When he comes out he knows his life will never be the same again.

The extent at which that night changes his life becomes glaringly obvious as time goes on.

Can the pack help him heal? Or will they fail to be there for him when he needs them the most?

Opinion: You guys are really going to hate Derek, you're going to hate him, you're going to love Erika and Void, but it's going to be a little hard to forgive Derek, but He was a total idiot.

Just remembering makes me very angry… good luck, you can send me a DM to talk about this fic and the previous one…. PS: I love the author of these fics, I have a big crush, I'm literally in love with all of his/her/their works. But you guys are going to hate those assholes who torture stiles.

Fix Fics (teen wolf movie)

We'll take on the World by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 20k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Kid Fic. Fix-it for Teen Wolf: The movie 2023. True Mates. Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. (etc)

Summary:

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.”

“Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer.

“Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers.

“How would we know?”

Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

Opinion: The author of this fic made a small universe where she/he shows us the dynamics in the Hale-Stilinski family, shows us Eli's growth, the typical problems of a family, and all the domesticity you can imagine.

I will never thank fic authors enough, because they put a band-aid on our hearts.

Eternally grateful to them for allowing us to read a little of their/her/his talent and for fixing the shitty movie that was THAT movie.

What comes After by:Katefkndoes

Words: 8K+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Scott is not a bad friend but Stiles is not charitable to him. Teen Wolf Movie. Spoilers. Fix It. Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things. Alpha Derek Hale. That Movie should be burned with fire. Eli Hale deserves nice things

Opinion: I simply couldn't stop crying throughout the entire fic, but in each chapter it was a cry for different reasons, in the first one it definitely destroyed me and I cried with Stiles and Eli for Derek's death, in the second I cried with Stiles for hope, and in the third I cried with happiness....I can't say much about this fic, because you really should read it.

i thought that was just a myth by: LookinfForatardis

Words: 8k+

Ranking: 5/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tags: Fix-It. True Mates. Angst. Angst with a Happy Ending. Getting Together. Love Confessions. Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents. Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)

Summary:

When Stiles gets the call, he doesn't hesitate. There has to be a way to save Derek - he knows it in his gut. When the research points to one answer, Stiles has to hope that his gut is right, that it's always been right, and that Derek feels the same. Because if he does, then Stiles has a chance to save him.

A terrifying chance that requires Stiles not look at Derek once, but it's a chance nevertheless.

Opinion:What can I say? READ THAT FIC NOW, because it's really beautiful and totally worth it.

True Ending by: beargrove

Words: 1k+

Ranking: 4/5

Tag: Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents.

summary:

Derek is looking at him, incredulous. “You’re staying?”

Stiles stares at him like he’s an idiot, “You magic’d an us baby and then didn’t tell me for 15 entire years of his life. I’ve missed 15 years, you’ve made me into a deadbeat dad and I didn’t even know about it.”

Opinion: This is fucking funny, you need to read it.

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Yes, they are not all the fics I have read and I still have more to recommend but honestly guys, I'm tired for today.

I'll make another rec list later but while that happens, I'll leave these with you.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed reading them, please message me if you want to talk about the fics or sterek in general.

@fizzie-0 (hiii, ready!)

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 2 months

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Another poll because I just got finished with the fic I was writing and I need something to keep my mind occupied. Please read about these ideas before you vote!!

(All of these fics are Teen Wolf fics because that's I've been watching lately.)

Jackson Whittemore x Pining For Stiles Reader (Fem!Reader). Smut. Will be a oneshot. You and Jackson are both abandoned at the dance, so you drink to forget about your problems have sex in the back of his car - fucking out your frustrations with each other.

Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Best Friend Reader (Fem!Reader). Smut. Will be a oneshot, also a sequel to a completed fic in my drafts that I have described in this post. (Will be the sequel to the panty stealing fic Brainwashed, which I can post a preview of if people want to see that). Stiles learns the consequences for stealing your underwear - which happens to mean being tied to your bed and being edged until he loses his mind.

Derek Hale x Mate!Reader (Fem!Reader). Emotional angst and smut. Will be a oneshot. Derek turns the human reader to save her life when she is gravely injured and then they come werewolf mates. (Also, they have freaky sex about it.)

Truth or Dare - Pining!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Fluff/Romance (a lot more in line with the tone of the original show). Will be a oneshot. Requested. You confess your feelings to Stiles due to a game of Truth or Dare.

#sundrop speaks #polls #fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi x reader #jackson whittemore #jackson whittemore x reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader

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andreafmn · 7 months

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17

Word Count: 3.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: uh oh, things are changing...

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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.

“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”

“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”

“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”

“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”

The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”

“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”

“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”

“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”

“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”

If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.

“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”

“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”

“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”

Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”

And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”

“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.

“(Y/N), I…”

“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”

Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.

As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.

Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.

“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”

“Let’s go.”

The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.

Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.

“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”

The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”

“Why can’t you?”

“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”

“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”

“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”

Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”

“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”

“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”

“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”

“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”

“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”

“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”

“Ooh, family drama?”

“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”

“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”

“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”

“Can’t stand us?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”

“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”

“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”

As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”

“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”

“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”

“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”

“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”

“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.

They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.

“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”

“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”

“But he’s still your alpha.”

“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”

“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”

“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”

“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”

“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”

“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”

“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”

“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”

“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”

The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.

Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.

He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?

By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.

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aloneatpeace · 2 months

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 22

Earlier On

“Is there is reason why you have this haunted look on your face?” Dean Winchester asks Sheila Bennett, Sam Winchester his younger brother who eyeing the ancient book that Sheila set on the car hood.

“I am sure that you know that wendigos don’t usually bite someone in order to transfer its soul to next victim.”

“Unless it’s felt threatened.” Dean completed looking more puzzled at the words.

“And it just doesn’t bite one but two, and does this ever happened when the two of you went hunting wendigos?”

“How did it know we were coming.?”

“It wasn’t afraid of us.” Sam speak up making Dean turns to him, the youngest Winchester’s points at now opened book, there a figure of women with a crown on her head on the next page are the manuscripts that related to the figure.

Sheila sighs whispering your name “it knew her presence. Her powers…...she herself should be myth, her raw power could obliterate universe she doesn’t know how much power she holds within her. the chaos magic seems bond with her. and that not just it” she turns the pages pointing at a picture of bird that looks like phoenix with burning fire wings.

“What’s that?” dean ask leaning down towards the book to take a good look with squinted eye scanning the figure.

“I have no idea; would you believe me if I say when I was looking to her magic something akin a shooting star come right into my ritual and chaos magic and whatever this is started repel each other until its started co exit right when she came in.”

Dean exhales “I think I would.” Dean cross his arms “How does this even a problem though. If the power chooses her, a power that something beyond our sense, it might have reason, right?”

“If a wendigo could sense her presence and knows about her existence, about her power it might be trouble.” Sheilla objected looking away from the book with her hands curling into her palm.

Sam shakes his head “I’m sure she can handle them plus her friend is werewolf and you would there too, But the problem is if she does not choose right path, we might big problem though.”

Dean shrugs “I might only know her for few hours but I can say, she’s far from evil.” Sam nod

“She won’t hurt anyone with her power but what if some situations arise, where she has to bend her morals.” Sheila says quickly “chaos magic something I never dealt with, its legend I fear I might not able help her at all.”

“Like when she knows you’re going to die?” Sam said though it sounded like question its was statement.

Sheilla knows that it’s the truth, what you saw was her fate Sheila Bennett is going to die soon and that’s how it should.

Dean and Sam stay silent because they know they have no right to say in this when if one of them had the fate the other would go to hell and back to save one another, they know they would bend their morals for each other, sacrifice in order to save each other.

“Wouldn’t you do it.?” Sam argued with certainty in his eyes “what if she and you were to switch place wouldn’t you do the same” Sheilla doesn’t have a response to his questions. What can she say if she said yes that would wrong and right and if she says no that would be equally wrong and right considering who she is.

“Sam” dean shakes his head at him.

“No dean, you would do it for me and I would do it for you, there is no denying that.” He proclaimed “fearing her would only complicate things, she needs you more than ever so I recommend that you would come clean to her.”

Sheila takes in Sam’s proposition, would she do it will her morals allows her to do so, witches are the protecters of nature and you defy nature by merely existing.

“She doesn’t need anyone that fear when she or us doesn’t even fully know what she is . what she need is someone to relay on.” Sam eyes were watery when he ended his words, he doesn’t know why the slight thought of someone viewing any less than you made his heart ache.

Present

Derek eyes follow his uncle peter with glare as they walk towards their home, peter feet had a bounce in his heel humming a God’s know what song, the mere sight of his uncle…psychotic uncle annoyed him more than anything that he feels like the three of you were far better and bearable.

“You know, I think you actually burned a hole on the back of my head with all your glaring.” Peter glance back at his nephew with mock sadness on his face.

Derek stops in his tracks “You won’t have scott on your side if you threaten them.”

“Yeah, but being an alpha you have to show that you’re one but it didn’t go well. You know I wasn’t planning this to go this way.” He sighs “I wasn’t expecting her to be there, I thought we meet at hospital considering that’s where we first meet. But she keeps defying my predictions.”

Derek’s jaw clenches as with his hands in his pocket he glances away from his uncle before speaking “What do plan to do with her.?”

Peter turns to derek with a fake innocence look on his face “Oh, me. nothing.” Derek speeds towards his uncle hands on peters throat his nail digging into flesh, he is slammed to near tree.

“Tell me, now.” Derek demanded his eyes changing a low snarl leave his lips.

Peter lips curled into a smirk “I was wondering how you had gone soft after what happened, but I think I know now.” He kicks derek sending crashing to few feet away.

“Isn’t she something else.” He grins feeling more amused at derek confused look “please don’t tell you think she’s just a witch. I thought you were smarter than this.”

He walks towards him crouching down next to derek “She is far more than just a witch derek. And seems to me she knows who caused the fire all those years ago. that’s something very interesting isn’t it.”

Peter stands up with smile, derek stands up “She’s not some puppet that you can use.” Derek yelled.

“Not a puppet but she would make good pup though. She has the potential. “He teased leaving derek stand with dread settling in him, what does peter knows about you that he doesn’t even know.

You did not think this through at all, as promised Chris Argent drives you to home the two of you sits in silence.

“You look like you wanna tell me something.” Chris argent said glancing at you.

You perk up “Huh, yeah. You know my grams sort known as a witch, right?” He nods “well yesterday me and grams went to a filed trip….and we meet the Winchester brother and along the conversation…they said you guys were Hunters.” Chris hands tighten around the wheels.

Not exactly the truth but some times lying is alright and its not the time to reveal your powers.

“How much do you know about what’s happening here.?” Chris questioned without looking away from the road.

“Not much, just that there is werewolf, an alpha going around killing people. and you’re looking for it and a beta, and that you think jackson is one.” you shrug Chris let out a humorless laugh.

“That is basically everything. “

You nod hands molded into fist in your lap “if he is one, are you going to kill him.?” your voice came out as whisper barely audible but the silent surrounding made your words audible to Chris.

With perplexed look on his face Chris turns to you, fear and concern evident in your eyes for the male in question he sighs “No, we have code. We are not going to hurt a teenager. You don’t need to worry about your friend.”

“What If one of you broke the code.” The car comes to halt, for some reason Chris feel this as fact not a simple what if. Questions starts to arise in his mind not even registering you get out the car.

You lean towards the window “not to sound ominousness but you should tell Allison about what you guys really are, teenagers don’t like secret especially something like this, I know you are trying to protect her but she might not take it that way.”

Without a word you walk leaving Chris perplexed.

You tread inside the house without a care skipping towards the hallway and swing open the door to the room and throw yourself on the bed letting out a loud sigh.

“You look beat.” Danny chuckle from his desk turning on his chair to face you, humming you close your eyes before opening a yawn leaves your lips.

“Half dead but still kicking.”

Shaking his head at your words with amusement danny, standing up he goes to his closest taking out a bag walking towards the bed he put the bag beside you, grabbing your hands he pulls you up ignoring your halfhearted protest.

“I was on hunt for costume, along the way I found this. It was too good to leave it there.” He takes the bag and place it on your lap.

You open the bag mouth opening wide when you take out outfit, its looks straight out of anime game armor outfit the golden and red color goes really well together, that’s not just it, clothing accessories and there is a golden earring as well as hair accessories its truly stunning.

“Danny this is amazing.” You voice was dreamy still taken in the outfit hands tracing the smooth fabric.

“It could be like red riding hood but sexier and cooler.” Danny sits beside you “about sexy do you have stiles cousin Miguel’s number?” scrunching your nose at that you try to think who danny is talking about.

“Miguel?”

Danny nods his head “you know, 6 feet black hair, dark eyes broad shoulders great jawline, clean shave.”

Your lips stretched in to an ‘O’ shape finally grasping about who he was talking about “Oh Miguel! Sorry danny I don’t have it, but you know what I’ll let him know.”

He frowns at you falsely “you’re bitchless.” His lips curling up.

Gasping you hit him “look who’s talking.” Scoffing you take out your phone feeling it vibrate it stiles.

“I gotta go, its stiles.” You put the outfit back as well as your phone.

Danny nod walking you out “Hey, you have anyone taking you to school Halloween party.?”

“No, but I did ask Issac. But I don’t know if he come though” you sigh opening the door holding the bag in one hand. “You gotta save me dance whatsoever.” You add with serious face.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled opening his arms to hug you, hugging him back with a one last way you walk out straight to stiles home.

STILINSKI HOUSE

You and stiles peek around the corner watching stiles dad going through the case you glance at stiles “Are we sure, we must do this?”

“yes”

“Why does feel like we are going commit a crime.”

Stiles shrugs “Well it won’t be first illegal thing we do. Now come on.” He takes hold of your arms grabbing you out before you can escape.

You and stiles sit down at the table “Whatcha doing?” stiles ask innocently

“Work.”

“Anything we can help with?” you offer with an equal innocent smile Noah looks up at your voice eyes narrowing at you. he shakes his head he turns to stiles

“You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice.” He said before going back to the papers.

“Any leads?” you glance down at the papers while stiles pour the drink.

“You know I can't discuss that with you.” while Noah was distracted stiles pour the drink almost at the brim.

“Okay. There you go, Dad. Bottoms up.” You and stiles watch Noah drown the drink still focused on the papers, you glance nervously at Noah.

“You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot--Hale of a lot...?” his words start to get slurred making stiles complete the sentence

“Hell... Yes... He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him.”

Stiles incredulously yells “How do you not have a picture of him?”

“It’s the weirdest thing... It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two laser-beams were pointing at the camera.” You glance at the photo and he’s right derek face isn’t on the picture the only way you know it’s derek is because of his stupid black jacket.

“Weird right.”

Noha nod before closing his eyes “Oh, my God... Ohhh! God, that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that—"

“Dad, it's us we not gonna say anything. Come on!”

“See, the thing is, they're all connected... I mean, the bus driver that got killed? He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale House Fire.”

"Terminated under suspicion of fraud." You read out loud handing the paper to stiles

“Exactly.”

“Who else?” you and stiles ask curiously at the same time making Noah look at the two of you before letting out a laugh.

“The video store clerk who got his throat slashed? He's a convicted felon-- history of arson.”

“What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?” stiles ask. You lean back in your chair crossing your arms over your chest.

“Priors all over their records, including—”

“Arson, they all had something to do with the fire, that burned the Hale house.” Stiles glance at you as you speak.

Does that mean what you saw was truth?.

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airasilver · 2 months

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Question. (Actually questions.)

How old was Derek when Kate raped him? Was he really in high school still?

How old is Derek supposed to be when he comes back to Beacon Hills? I’ve seen he was 19/22/older so I’m confused.

How many years since the Fire?

When did Claudia actually die?

Who’s Eli’s mom? Does the movie ever say?

How old is Eli?

I have a fanfic in my head that Kate got pregnant from Derek and she kept the baby a secret. Jackson found out somehow and claimed her, yes, it’s a girl, as his cousin/baby sister. Allison did the same when she found out.

Reason why I’m asking the questions is because I want to either make Kate freeze the pregnancy for a couple of years or the girl be a bit older than Eli. Mostly I want the girl to be at least 2-3 years old if I can get away with it.

(Somehow I want to bring in Eli but I don’t know how yet.)

The Claudia question is because I’ve seen so many different answers I don’t know which is the real one.

#teen wolf #derek hale #eli hale #kate argent #jackson whittemore #allison argent #questions #fanfiction #fanfic #claudia stilinski

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fionajames · 2 months

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teen wolf one-shot genres

HELLO GUYS WASSUP WASSUP

I am currently hyper-fixated on teen wolf and i really want to write for it, however, i do not know what to write. henceforth, i am making a poll, as one does.

now the question is: what kind of one-shots/writing do you guys (the teen wolf fandom) want to read?

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takaraphoenix · 1 month

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#28 Lonely And College for the Stiles prompts! Would love something with Stiles and Jackson (but always happy with Sterek or Steter)

(I am assuming you meant 14 and not 28, with the prompts!)

Tags: fluff, friendship, the Hale Pack moves to London

Main Relationship: Jackson & Stiles & Danny & Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Danny Mahealani, Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Lydia Martin

@writersmonth Prompts: lonely + college

Summary: Jackson is missing his pack, not knowing that his favorite people are moving to London.

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Missing Pack

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

London was lonely, when he first arrived. He didn't know anyone, just his parents, who he hated during that time. They'd taken him away from the love of his life, from his chance of pack, from the town where his biological parents' graves were located. They thought a chance in scenery would help him. They were wrong. All he was was miserable and lonely.

Even when the London Pack reached out to him, after apparently having gotten a call from Peter Hale (Derek's dead uncle who had been resurrected but then Jackson was apparently the last one who got to judge that considering he'd been legally dead too for a bit and Jesus fucking Christ there had been so much trauma to unpack actually).

The London Pack helped, somewhat. Alpha Hayes was a good and fair man and he took Jackson under his wing and even recommended him an actual therapist (not a school counselor), who was a supernatural being herself and with whom he could work through everything. There were even a bunch of bearable people to hang out with in the pack.

But it still wasn't the same. He missed his girlfriend and his best friend above all else.

Jackson and Lydia broke up, agreed that the long distance wasn't working for them, they were both too physical for that. But they'd always love each other and deep down, Jackson knew one day they'd be together again and then they'd stay together.

Danny was tricky, at first. When Jackson thought his best friend had no idea about the supernatural. But he actually did. Danny knew. From thereon out, it became so much easier for them to talk and they talked for hours, multiple times a week. Danny kept him updated on Beacon Hills, together with Lydia. Often times, they'd talk together, all three of them. Those times, it felt like home.

And then something fucked up happened in Beacon Hills and the most unexpected person suddenly became one of Jackson's most important people. Fucking Stiles Stilinski, of all people.

Stiles got possessed by a chaos demon. It killed Allison. Lydia had been a wreck, unable to get a whole sentence out. Danny had taken the phone from her and, with a tight throat himself, explained to Jackson what had happened. The demon, having taken over Stiles for months, using him to kill people, killing Allison just before they were able to exorcise it.

It also killed Lydia's boyfriend, who was the twin-brother of Danny's boyfriend and that was a kind of rom com sub-plot that Jackson would have loved to witness. Danny's boyfriend left and found his way to London, because Danny sent him there because Danny knew a wolf and thus a pack in London, and somehow, for a while, Jackson was dating Danny's ex, which Danny found way too funny, thank you very much.

Stiles had been possessed by a demon and he had killed two pack-mates, on top of countless others. And it had severely fucked him up. Lydia spoke so often to Jackson about how worried she was about him, how he wasn't attending pack meetings and wasn't talking and not going to school and that nobody from the McCall Pack could really get through to him.

So Jackson asked her for his number, startling them both equally. The first time he called, both of of them didn't speak at all, beyond Jackson's 'hello', but at least Stiles didn't hang up on him. They remained on the phone for an hour. The second time, Jackson found the guts to say what he'd wanted to say. But even with therapy, talking about the kanima still hurt.

It was exactly what Stiles needed to hear though. That he wasn't alone. Wasn't the only one who'd been used to kill, who had been robbed of his bodily autonomy by another to kill. They bonded, over this trauma that nobody else could relate to, this jarring, awful thing that had been done to them, through them. It took some, for Stiles to start talking too, but Jackson got that.

Somehow, Stiles Stilinski became Jackson's best friend, beside Danny. They talked near daily. Once Stiles was actually doing better about the possession, they started talking about other things too. For the first time, Jackson was open to get to know Stiles. And he liked Stiles.

Gradually, over the following months, the Hale Pack reassembled in London. Two Alphas were a bit too much for Beacon Hills and Derek had conceded, had packed up and left with Peter, Cora, Isaac, Boyd and Erica. Came to London, because he… still considered Jackson his beta.

The Hayes Pack was nice, but the Hale Pack were where he belonged. And he was happy. Happier. But something was still missing. His people were still missing. He was making connections with Cora, Isaac, Boyd and Erica (honestly, him and Erica really clicked in a way that terrified Boyd and Derek), but his pack felt incomplete without his people.

Finally, graduation came. He couldn't bring himself to ask where everyone was going for college, too afraid that this time, it would tear them apart. Part of what made it so easy to keep contact with Danny, Stiles and Lydia was because they were all in the same town, they'd meet up in Stiles' bedroom and video call him together, they'd have movie nights in Danny's living room and have him on speaker phone while he watched the same movie at his place, they'd send him pictures of them at Lydia's pool during the hottest summer days. Once the three separated and went to different colleges, in different time-zones, it would become much harder to get them all together.

Knocking on the door disturbed his depressing thoughts and since nobody else in this damn house – lazy ass werewolves – could get the damn door, Jackson stalked over to it annoyed, cursing Boyd and Erica for being too busy making out. Until he opened the door.

Danny had an arm around Stiles' shoulders, Lydia standing on Stiles' other side, all three of them looking at him with matching grins. And at what point had Danny and Stiles become friends? Oh, right. When the painfully obvious truth of Stiles' bisexuality became public knowledge (a guy could only get away with so many tee-shirt and flannel/hoodie combinations and asking if he was attractive to gay guys before it became undeniable). Jackson stared at them, stunned.

"Did you forget all manners, Jackson?" Lydia looked at him sternly. "Ask us in, it is hot out here."

"That's just all the hot people out here," Stiles grinned, motioning at the three of them.

Danny snorted and rolled his eyes, but it was so clearly fond. It took another second before Jackson launched himself at them, wrapping his arms around all three of them so tightly, like he never wanted to let go again because he didn't. There was laughter, but there was also sobbing.

"Did you know London has a lot of great colleges?" Stiles asked.

"But…" Jackson blinked, staring at their large suitcases.

"We're here to stay," Danny smirked. "Though I am not taking a room anywhere close to you and/or Lydia because I do not need to listen to the epic reunion sex."

Lydia huffed and hit him on the arm. Jackson watched them enter the mansion like they owned the place. Jackson felt three pack-bonds snap into place as his pack was finally complete.

~*~ The End ~*~

#Stiles Stilinski #Danny Mahealani #Lydia Martin #Jackson Whittemore #Fanfiction #Teen Wolf #Phoe's Fics #Stiles Summer Stories 2024

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dropofbittersea · 7 months

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There's a unicorn in Beacon Hills. A fricken' unicorn. In fricken' Beacon Hills, California. And it turns out that unicorns aren't drawn towards virgins in a happy-go-lucky let-me-lay-my-not-at-all-metaphorical-horn-in-your-lap way. No. They kill them. And guess who's the only virgin idiotic enough to get sucked into the Beacon Hills supernatural scene? Stiles, that's who.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #fanfic #teen wolf #ao3 #multichapter #hale pack #erica reyes #vernon boyd #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #scott mccall #unicorn #sterek fanfic #fanfiction

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transdunbar · 11 months

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Theo Raeken, Scott McCall & Theo Raeken & Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Allison Argent & Theo Raeken, Vernon Boyd & Isaac Lahey & Theo Raeken & Erica Reyes, Derek Hale & Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken & Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Isaac Lahey & Erica Reyes, Background Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd & Theo Raeken Characters: Theo Raeken, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Allison Argent, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Good Theo Raeken, Scott McCall & Theo Raeken Friendship, Theo Raeken & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Werecoyote Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar & Isaac Lahey & Jordan Parrish Are Brothers, Gay Theo Raeken, Good Alpha Derek Hale, canon is what i make it Series: Part 2 of the art of scraping through Summary:

Theo wasn't sure what the hell a kanima was, and part of him didn't want to find out; however, this is Beacon Hills, and his wishes rarely go fulfilled.

(Season Two of the "Theo was never taken by the Dread Doctors" 'verse!)

#teen wolf #teen wolf au #theo raeken #scott mccall #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #erica reyes #derek hale #vernon boyd #thisaac #scallison #taost #HERE WE GO!!!! took me three months but here we are #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic

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lazywolfwiccan · 1 year

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Spoilers for my Teen Wolf - X-Men Evolution au but it's memes

Jackson immediately after meeting Stiles

Stiles when he see's Derek shirtless

Talia when Peter says he's not attracted to Chris Argent

Danny in general

Lydia in general

Jackson when no one's looking

Stiles trying to talk to Derek

Chris after spending two seconds with the kids

The kids when they're told to do anything

Scott trying to flirt with Kira

#teen wolf fanfiction #sterek #scira #brotp stackson #petopher #stiles stilinski #derek hale #jackson whittemore #talia hale #chris argent #peter hale #scott mccall #kira yukimura #lydia martin #danny mahealani #ethan steiner

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lost-in-beacon-hills · 2 years

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As a multishipper I have no problem shipping a character with different people. There's very few ships I genuinely dislike. So here are my top 5 Stiles Stilinski ships.

5. Stiles X Malia

I loved this. I was super excited when him and her got together. It wasn't my all time favorite couple but it broke my heart when they split up. As much as I do love other couples more than this one I would have loved having them a little longer.

4. Stiles X Derek

It's a classic ship. I do believe that they would have made an amazing couple. It hurts that they didn't get their chance. I fully believe that Stiles was Derek's mate.

3. Stiles X Scott

This is a ship I never saw myself loving as much as I do. It's not even about them being gay for each other. It's about them being happiest with each other. They're inseparable at times and make me feel like they're two parts of a whole. I love that in a dynamic.

2. Stiles X Lydia

Lydia Martin can step on me and I'd thank her. I get why Stiles is obsessed. She only becomes a more appealing character as the show progresses. I was ecstatic that they finally happened. That ship has shaped my brain and changed me. Despite thinking there's a better ship for Stiles I truly believe they are soulmates. This has been one of my favorites forever and is barely beaten out.

1. Stiles X Jackson

I go feral for these bitches. Maybe I'm just really into assholes. But this is my favorite enemies to lovers. I mourn the scenes we could have gotten between these two. If we had had more time with them I feel like it would be as big as Sterek. Jacksons character didn't get the character development and arc it deserved. I was devastated when Colton left the show.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfiction #sterek #fanfic #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #stackson #stydia #scalia #sciles #scott mccall #malia tate #multi #multishipping #my personal preferences #i live for enemies to more enemies to friends to lovers #and grudging respect

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plotbunnybreeder · 3 months

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Change in Perspective

In the midst of trying to learn how to control shifting into his beta-wolf versus the Kanima, Jackson somehow gets stuck as a full-shift wolf. Having only recently broken up with Lydia, he goes to the only other person he thinks could actually help him: Stillinski.

The Stiles he meets is so much more than the clumsy nerd he saw at school and he has no idea what to do with this revelation.

Stiles is mostly physically healed from his lovely time with Gerard (may he rot in pieces), but he's jumpy and nervous and he really can't afford to have panic attacks again and keep his dad away from the supernatural and Erica and Boyd are missing and-- and he really needs help but he's starting to think he can't rely on Scott anymore.

Lucky for him, a (hopefully) friendly wolf shows up and Stiles figures out it's a werewolf stuck in a full-shift and they charades their way into a trade of services. Stiles will figure out how to help the wolf shift back to human, and the wolf will be Stiles' sidekick and help keep everyone safe.

a Wolf!Jackson x Stiles no one asked for

Inspired by: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4484927/chapters/10195879#main

#fanfiction #plot bunny #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #jackson whittemore #Stiles x Jackson #Never going to actually write this #Fun train of thought though #I read a good Jackson x Stiles once

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andreafmn · 2 months

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 20

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: so, I was planning on updating three stories this week but my body decide otherwise and put me out of commission for the past three days. I had a fever of 102.4 that lasted all of tuesday, accompanied with a wide array of other symptoms. Then wednesday and today, I had a mind breaking migraine. I was able to finish this chapter and I hope I can finish the others too 🤍

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They were late.

No. They were later than late.

By the time Isaac and (Y/N) rolled up to the school, the game had already started and was going in full swing. Cheers and screams were heard from the parking lot, and they hoped nothing had gone down just yet.

“Get to the locker room and get the rest of your stuff,” (Y/N) said as they hopped off her motorcycle. “I’ll go down to the field and see what’s going on.”

“Be careful, (Y/N),” Isaac worried. “We don’t know what we’re facing yet.”

“I’ll be fine. Just go,” she affirmed. “I’ll see you out there.”

She waited until he had disappeared into the school before tucking a gun in the back of her waistband and her knives inside the holsters on her ankles. One thing was certain: if anyone, whether it be the Kanima or her family, tried something that night, she was going to fight back and defend the people she cared about.

In the field, there was a shared nervousness between all those who knew the truth of the world that was hidden in plain sight. But no one felt the pressure more than Scott. Not only was he forced to sit out of the game, putting everyone on the field in danger, but he also had to protect his mother and his friends from Gerard and Jackson.

“Let’s put a real clock on this game, Scott,” the boy’s ears twitched towards the man’s voice. “I’ll give you until the last thirty seconds. When the scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you haven’t given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone.”

Dread settled in the pit of the boy’s stomach. The man listed off potential victims, putting in the pool his mother and Stiles’ father. Even Lydia’s and the coach’s names were mentioned. What he had not expected was the last person he said. He knew the man was cruel, but he never thought Gerard would stoop so low. “Or maybe I’ll send him off on (Y/N),” he said. “Maybe Derek will hand himself over if I do that. You know how much he likes the Argent girls.”

Scott’s head snapped behind him, his gaze colliding with a frantic (Y/N). She was speaking into her phone, at a tone so low even he couldn’t hear, but he could tell she was worried. He just hoped it had nothing to do with what was going to go down that night.

“It’s up to you, Scott,” the man instructed. “But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don’t… I’ll have Jackson rip someone’s head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood. And I’d really hate for that person to be my own granddaughter.”

Even without the Kanima, there was a slaughter on the field. With Stiles' little to no experience actually playing the game, the team had no chance of winning, much less of benching enough players to get Scott in there. It was wrong move after wrong move, and there was nothing he could do—at least, not just yet.

As the coach forced him to sit back down when he tried to join the team, he felt a presence next to him. Someone he wasn’t quite expecting.

“You came to help.”

Surprise was splattered across his face as the other boy smirked at him. “I came to win,” Isaac said before his eyes fell on Gerard’s threatening gaze. “Do you have a plan yet?”

“No,” he sighed, “right now it’s pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone.”

“Well, that might be easier if you’re actually in the game,” the blond stated. “We have to make it so coach had no choice but to play you.”

“How do we do that? He’s got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field.” All it took was one look before both boys knew what had to be done and how. “Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?”

Isaac took a deep breath, knowing he could not lie. He said, “I can try,” before sliding on his helmet and joining the team on the field, and setting off to work.

Whoever saw him on the field would think Isaac was playing for the opposite team. With jabs, swipes, and kicks, the boy got his teammates out one by one. He knew they’d be hurt, their bodies and their egos, but there was a greater good to be fought for. A couple of bumps and bruises would heal a lot better than a dead body.

The plan was working and working well. One by one, his teammates were driven on and off the field. It was going too perfectly. Until Jackson rammed himself into Isaac, sending him to the ground and dislocating his arm while inconspicuously nicking him with venom. Either way, Isaac was out of the game, and Scott was in. He was out his only supernatural advantage, but he would protect everyone like he had an entire army behind him.

(Y/N) couldn’t stay in her seat as she saw Isaac being taken away. She sped down the bleachers to follow the medics but stopped dead in her tracks. She wasn’t the only one that was heading back to the school. Gerard and two hunters followed the men back to the boys’ locker room, their sights set on the werewolf.

The girl knew where her grandfather’s head was at. He was going to torture information out of the boy and kill him afterward. He had no need to let Isaac live once he got what he wanted. He saw no need to let anyone live.

The medics had left Isaac by himself in the recovery room after putting his shoulder into place. But it wasn’t enough to completely trigger his healing and not fast enough for him to protect himself from three men and a sword.

“It was a good effort, Isaac,” Gerard called as he motioned to his hunter to hand him his sword. “This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime.”

Gerard and the hunters made their way toward Isaac, the older man dragging the tip of the blade on the ground. It was intimidating, sure. But not when the boy knew he had backup. As the older Argent raised his weapon toward him, Isaac smirked, making him stop dead in his tracks.

In the reflection of the mirror behind the blond boy, (Y/N) stood, knife in hand and a smirk on her face. Before the younger hunters could do anything, she hit one on the back of the neck with the handle of her knife, knocking him out cold before turning to the other.

The second man put up more of a fight since he knew what was coming. He was strong and agile; she would give him that, just like she gave him the first punch he threw to her jaw. But he had no idea who he was fighting. (Y/N) had been trained her entire life for that type of situation, even if she didn’t know it.

(Y/N) went low, using his height to her advantage. She drove a punch into his abdomen, making him hunch over in pain. As he bent down, she grabbed the back of his neck before slamming her knee one time on his nose, making a bloody mess of his face, and another on his temple, right between the bridge of his nose and his eyes. The man tumbled to the ground as though he weighed nothing more than a doll, succumbing to the blow she had managed to land.

“You know this looks very predatory,” she said between pants. “Three grown men cornering a teenage boy in a dark room, not a great look. Especially the principal of the school! What will the parents say?”

“(Y/N),” Gerard announced. “Can’t say it’s a surprise to see you here. I should have known you’d betray the family. At the end of the day, you do have your father’s blood running through you.”

“But this is not about that, is it?” she questioned, slowly making her way toward him. “This is about you using innocent kids to get to Derek Hale because you can’t do it on your own.”

“None of this concerns you anymore, (Y/N),” he said. “Maybe you should take a page out of your cousin’s book and accept your fate. You’re a hunter. You always will be. These people… these things, they are not your blood. They will turn on you the second they need to protect themselves.”

“Weird,” she chuckled dryly. “The only people who have done that is my own family.”

“That’s because you have no sense of loyalty, granddaughter. But I can’t blame you. Not when your father turned out the way he did,” he sighed. “Although, he seems to have learned his place now.”

“Enough chitchat already, old man,” the girl exhaled. “Why don’t you show me a real fight? Something those two clearly didn’t have in them.”

“Come on, (Y/N). You wouldn’t hurt your dear old grandpa, now, would you?” Gerard smirked deviously. “I don’t think that’s a line even you would cross. Not when I have the information you have been dying to know.”

“What could you possibly know that I don’t already?”

“I know all about the mystery woman your parents always talk about,” he smirked. “I also know why you’ve always felt so… different. Especially this past year. Everything is just so… heightened.”

(Y/N) wanted to accept his offer. Something in her told her that his information was reliable, that he knew everything her parents were hiding and more. But as much as she wanted the truth, there were bigger things in play.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a piece for free,” he said. “Ever wondered why you don’t look quite like us? Like your mother? Ask your father about Raina, and maybe you’ll find out. Or let me go, and I will tell you all you want to know. And something tells me you’d prefer the latter.”

“Wanna test your theory out?” she threatened as she pulled her gun from her waistband and pointed it at her grandfather. “Because you may have the years of experience, but I have my health.”

The words made the man stumble in his stance, the phrase sending shivers down his spine. There was no way she could know what he thought she was implying. Her choice of vocabulary had to come from a catalog of random remarks she could use to hurt him. Because she couldn’t know, no one could.

“I think it’s best if you just go while you still can, Gerard,” Scott called out as he came into the locker room. “I’ve seen her fight, and it’s better if you just go.”

The man didn’t think twice as he took steps back, his gaze set on his granddaughter. “This isn’t over yet,” he said. “But the game almost is.”

As Gerard ran from the locker room, (Y/N) took a stumbling Isaac into her arms. “Okay, I have to trigger your healing, okay?” she told him. “Just, please, don’t fight back.”

She sank her knife into his arm, flinching as he let out a painful scream. Blood ran down the knife and onto her hand, but she knew it was the fastest way he could recover. “Hold on for just a bit more,” she said. “Gotta make your body work hard.”

“It’s fine,” he winced. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“What did Gerard mean about the game, Scott?” (Y/N) asked as she turned her head to face the boy. “He said the game is almost over. Why?”

“Jackson’s gonna kill someone if I don’t give up Derek,” he said. “Gerard gave me until the last thirty seconds of the match.”

“Then take these two out back and get to the field,” she instructed. “I’ll clean up here, and Isaac will be with you as soon as possible.”

Scott set off quickly to work, pulling one of the men onto his shoulders while dragging the other out. But he stopped as (Y/N) called out, “Be careful, Scott. Night’s not over yet.” And he was gone.

“Alright, Isaac, I’m gonna pull this knife out now,” she said as she turned back to the blond boy. “It will sting, but it’ll hopefully be enough for your body to metabolize the rest of the venom in your body.”

Just as she had said, the girl slid the blade from her friend’s arm, holding her hand over the wound as it healed. She could feel his blood pool under her hand, warm and sticky, and all kinds of uncomfortable. His body was slowly healing, but it was still healing.

Slowly, she removed her hand from Isaac’s arm, letting out a breath of relief as the cut disappeared before her very eyes. Only then, when she was sure he was recovering, did she set off to get towels and a mop to clean off the trail of blood the hunter had left behind. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to warrant concern if anyone else saw it.

“Somehow, I keep forgetting you were raised to be a fighter,” Isaac muttered as he helped (Y/N) wipe away the last of the water on the floor. “Really saved my ass back there.”

“I told you I could protect myself,” she smirked. “Maybe now you’ll stop worrying about me.”

“I’ll always worry,” he said. “I can’t help it.”

“Well, at least you’ll know I can hold my weight in a fight,” she chuckled, bumping her shoulder against his. “I’m okay, Isaac. I’m gonna have a pretty bruise on my jaw, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Suddenly, the sound of a whistle echoed through the room, signaling the end of the game. Terror washed over the pair as screams followed soon after. Fear infiltrated the locker room, sending waves of dread through the teens. Something had happened out on the field, and Scott hadn’t been able to stop it.

“Go,” (Y/N) instructed. “I’ll finish up here.”

“What if Gerard comes back?”

“He brought a sword to a gunfight,” she smirked. “I think I know which of the two is most lethal.”

(Y/N) finished cleaning up the floor, making sure there was no evidence that a fight had ensued there. Her jaw ached and her limbs throbbed but there was an exciting rush that flowed through her. She knew she was good. She had bested her parents in sparring matches since she was only fifteen, but being able to prove herself in front of her grandfather made her feel proud of the progress she had made. She was strong, and that was something no one could take from her.

But Gerard’s words hung at the back of her mind, taunting her. Mocking her. Raina, he had said. It was a name she had never heard before, much less from her father’s mouth. But he’d known exactly what question it would answer, and what information she craved for. If it hadn’t been for the situation at hand, (Y/N) knew she would have gone as far as torturing even the smallest detail from the old man.

Still, as much as her brain yelled at her for answers, she knew she had to focus on that night. Whatever Gerard had planned would change everything between the hunters and the wolves, and they had to do everything they could to stop him.

Once she was satisfied with her work, (Y/N) ran out of the locker room and into the commotion of the lacrosse field. The lights of an ambulance van and police cars flickered in the field, painting the groups of concerned people in red and blue. She quickly spotted Isaac and Scott close to the ambulance, and she ran to them for an update on the situation.

“What do you mean Jackson’s dead?” she questioned. “And Stiles is just gone? None of this makes sense.”

“I know,” Scott sighed. “When the lights turned back on, Jackson was on the ground, and he’d stabbed himself in the stomach. My mom checked him, and he had no pulse.”

“But Gerard needs him,” she muttered. “There has to be something we’re missing here.”

“If there is,” he said, “I have no idea what it is.”

“What about Stiles?”

“He disappeared,” Isaac answered. “He won us the game and was gone by the time the lights turned on. We’re gonna look for him after we change out of our uniforms.”

“What can I do? How can I help you find him?”

“Hang around the locker rooms until everyone else is gone,” Scott said. “We’ll get his scent, and you and Isaac can look for him.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed. “This is gonna be a long night, isn’t it?”

“You can bet on that.”

(Y/N) waited in the dark hall as boys left the locker room, doing her best to keep out of sights. From where she hid, she could hear the Sherrif’s heartbreaking plead to Scott and Isaac to let him know if anything came up about his son. She had not felt as useless as she did at that moment. She could fight, she could defend, but she could do nothing to find someone who had seemingly vanished.

When the man walked out of the room, she fought the urge to tell him she’d make sure his son came home. On the one hand, she didn’t have a lead on him yet. And on the other, she wasn’t even supposed to be there.

“Coast is clear, (Y/N),” Isaac called out. “Get in here.”

Inside the room, Scott and Isaac both held something of Stiles—a shoe and a shirt. “You know I could have just picked the lock,” she said as she noted the twisted locker door on the ground. “Save the school a couple of bucks.”

“I’m gonna need your resumé for future occasions,” Scott chuckled. “There are too many things you can do.”

“You have no idea,” Isaac smirked before his gaze turned back to the shoe in his hand. “But how come you get his shirt, and I get a shoe?”

Before he could answer, a sudden presence made the hairs at the back of (Y/N)’s neck stand up. And the wolves had noticed. Their attention was no longer held by the items that could help them find Stiles. Instead, their sights were set on the man standing before them. The very man who had been avoiding (Y/N) like the plague.

“Derek,” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”

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