#scott coming up behind him and touching his shoulder on the stairs

[lesbiradshaw]

the scene of liam collapsed onto the forest floor in front of scott sobbing about how he’s scared of what’s happening to him not because of the fangs or the claws but because he thinks his parents already view him as a monster breaks me a little inside every time.

[sageo7]

Okay guys i actually finished it idk why i waited like a month lol. Sorry its kinda shot but Im gonna start writing more Stiles content coming up bc there is a horrible lack of fics on tumblr rn. Send me requests pretty please!!

Stiles was practically fuming on the couch next to you while you sat amongst your friends at one of the movie nights hosted at Scotts house. You had been conducting a little experiment to see how much you could tease him and push his buttons until he did something about it. Stiles was always gentle with you, touching you like you would shatter if he applied too much pressure and it was endearing, for sure… but you wanted more. You wanted him to use you how he needed to; for him to use you for once to satisfy his own needs. Your hand remained on his upper thigh under the blanket draped over both of your laps, innocently watching the movie in front of you to avoid his gaze that had been boring into the side of your head ever since your hand brushed up against him. The whole night has been moments like this, whispering dirty things into his ear and skipping away like nothing happened, bending down to grab things directly in front of him so he could get a peak of your lacy pink panties from under your skirt, and now your hand was inching up his thigh to touch him through his jeans in a room full of your friends. Just when your hand makes contact with the bulge straining against his zipper his hand catches your wrist making your eyes snap back up to his which were dark and heavy lidded, his breathing much deeper than normal.

“bathroom.” Is all he practically growls into your ear before he stands from the couch abruptly walking away. You wait another minute or so before also excusing yourself, none of your friends paying much mind to either of your departures. You creep up the stairs slowly every step making the ache between your legs more prominent and you bite back a moan when you’re practically shoved into the bathroom the door slammed shut behind you.

“jesus stiles.” You say exasperatedly and he just gives you a look and retaliates with “why’re you doing this to me baby?”

“doing what?” You ask feigning innocence and looking away to avoid his eyes but his hand grabs your chin harshly turning you back.

“Look at me. You know what I’m talking about.” he says his hand guiding yours to the bulge in his jeans arousal pricking down your spine at the groan that leaves him from the contact.

“feel what you’re doin’ to me?” He mumbles out his head falling to your shoulder when you cup him properly in your hand. You let out a shuddering breath to recompose yourself and nod “yeah? what do you want me to do about it..?” the question comes out sarcastic and taunting and his hips instinctively move forward trying to rut more into your hand.

“anything.” He breathes out and you shake your head pulling your hand away a desperate moan falling from his lips in protest.

“stiles.. tell me what you want.” you repeat putting more emphasis on ‘want’ and he swallows and nods understanding your meaning.

“your mouth..” he finally manages out after a long pause and when you sink to your knees his words grow more confidence “god I wanna fuck your pretty little mouth..” he mutters his hands moving to pull your hair back away from your face. Your hands move diligently to undo his pants eagerly pulling them and his boxers down, his cock springing free the head already an angry red, beads of precum rolling down the tip. You lick your lips instinctively at the sight and peer up at him, he’s flush, pupils blown wide and mouth slightly agape as he watches your every move with rapt attention his hand holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail subtlely trying to inch you closer to his dick. You wrap a hand around him and his eyes snap shut a guttural moan bubbling up from his throat when your tongue darts out to lick up the precum before taking the tip into your mouth. With a small huff of air you take him further in inch by inch tormentingly slow, but when you nose brushes against tufts of well groomed hair his hips jut forward making you pull away abruptly with a chocked cough. His hands cup your face immediately panic clear in his eyes sputtering out apologies but you shake your head with giggle batting his hands away.

"just so big sti.." you purr out and his anxiety melts away immediately with a borderline pathetic moan. You take him back in your hand, eyes staring up into his while you tug along his dick lowering your mouth to press wet kisses down his length. A few little kitten licks to his slit has his eyes screwing shut hands tightening in your hair. "please.."

"please?" you repeat pulling your mouth away from him "be more specific"

His features scrunch up in annoyance at the taunting still the words spill out of him immediately "no more teasing.. wanna fuck your mouth.. please" he babbles out.

You hum in approval his neediness making your mouth water and you wrap your lips around him again. Your tongue swirling around his tip snaps the last of his well upheld restraint and the hand buried in your hair pushes you further along his dick. Every movement is lead by his hand, wide eyes staring down at you his grunts and groans spurring you on to just let him guide you.

"i'm so.. fuck baby.. oh my g-" his words get less coherent with every motion hips thrusting forward every few times to meet your lips. It doesn't take much more before he's murmuring out small praises and barely intelligible versions of "i'm close" his eyes roll back slightly, cock twitching in your mouth before warm spurts of his cum slide down your throat and drip past the corners of your mouth. He releases his vice like grip on your hair slowly and you pull away swallowing heavily. Neither of you speak for a few seconds to catch your breath but he reaches his hands down to help hoist you back to your feet wrapping his arms around you securely.

"i love you angel." he mutters out against your hairline "so perfect for me"

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - REVELATION

A/N: Here comes chapter FIVE! Wow, I can't believe I am still writing this. But I am here for it. I do this for fun and share my fun with you. So, enjoy. Thoughts are appreciated.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: angst

Summary: Scott decided to be a dick and share something he shouldn't.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Four

LOGAN HOWLETT - REVELATION

Y/N’s body twitched in her sleep. Her mind was filled with the scenes of the moment she used her forcefield in Salem. In the dream, she felt her power radiating through her body. And then, the power engulfed her. She felt powerful like never before. As if she could defeat the whole world that was against her. Her body glowed like a star in the midnight sky. 

She gasped and opened her eyes, panting. “Y/N?” she heard her name. Her eyes found Logan staring at her. His hand was on her shoulder, gripping it tightly. 

She blinked a few times. “Where are we?” 

“Back at school,” he said. 

Logan leaned a bit closer to her. He noticed something strange. It appeared her irises changed colour for a second. It was faint, but it was there. “Are you okay, kid?” 

Her breathing calmed, and she nodded. “Yeah. It was just a dream.” She turned behind her.

JJ was asleep in the back. After such a long time, he was able to sleep peacefully. His legs were resting on the seats, and he was hugging himself. He had the whole back seat for himself. It brought a smile to Y/N’s face. 

She reached for him and gently tapped his leg. “We’re here,” she whispered to Jerome. The boy yawned, and his eyes met her. She helped him out of the car.

“This is the school?” he asked. What he saw was a garage full of cars and two motorbikes. 

Logan walked to Y/N. He lifted her head up to have a better look at her eyes. They were back to their regular colour. She wanted to say something. However, Logan was faster. “You look like shit,” he whispered. 

Y/N got annoyed by that. “Have you seen you?” she raised a brow and pointed at his bloodied clothes. 

Jerome grabbed Y/N’s hand when they moved from the garage. All three walked to the main hall. It was still early. The hallways were empty, and the school was dead silent. The day would slowly start in about an hour. “Where is everyone?” Jerome asked. 

“Asleep.”

They heard someone run down the stairs. First, it was Jean who appeared. She wore a red robe wrapped around her body, and her hair was tousled. Her mouth almost fell on the floor when she saw Logan and Y/N with the boy they planned to save. “Oh my god,” she gasped. As a telepath, she knew when they arrived. This, she couldn’t see. “How?”

Scott was right behind her. He wore his long pyjama pants and a white tank top. Anger was evident on his face. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said crossly. 

More footsteps followed. Of course, Jean called them through telepathy. Kitty and Bobby arrived together. Bobby had workout clothes on, and Kitty was in a long t-shirt that ended under her ass. Finally, Storm ran to them, already dressed for the day. 

It wasn’t a pleasant view seeing them covered in blood. They knew Logan was fine. Y/N, on the other hand, bled like everyone else. “Are you alright?” Storm approached Y/N, grabbed her chin between her fingers, scanning her face. 

“We are fine,” Logan answered for them. 

“You don’t look like it,” Storm scowled. “What the hell happened?” 

“Take the boy and check him up. We need to figure out how to take off that damn thing around his neck,”  he pointed at the collar Jerome had.

Jean walked to the boy with a smile. She reached her hand to his. “Come with me,” she said gently. He didn’t want to let go of Y/N’s hand. She was his secure place. 

“JJ,” Y/N looked down at him. “This is my friend Jean. She’ll have a look at you and see the bruises, okay? These people will only help, I swear. I will come to you once we finish some business here.” Her other hand gently stroked the boy’s cheek. 

“Promise?” And she nodded. 

JJ let go of Y/N and took Jean’s hand instead. She walked him through the hallway into a hidden elevator. She kept talking to him, explaining everything on the go. Jean was lovely to him and patient.

Y/N closed her eyes. She felt a pulsing sensation happening inside her body. She grunted and stretched her neck. Huh, that’s new. 

Logan stepped closer to her, noticing the change. Something was off. He could feel it. That’s why he decided to stay close, in case she needed help. His eyes moved to Scott. His anger filled the room. He knew a big fight was about to start. As pissed as Logan was for recklessly getting the boy out, he understood it all. It was a ‘now or never’ situation. 

“How did you get the boy out?” Kitty was the first to talk. She appeared to be genuinely curious. “Wasn’t that supposed to be a team effort?” 

“Clearly, Y/N doesn’t know that word,” Scott scoffed. “If she did, she’d known to wait for orders and let us handle the situation. You know, we are more experienced than you. We’ve been doing this for years.” 

“And while you did absolutely nothing, Logan and I got him out,” she talked back and took a step closer to him. Y/N wanted to show Scott she wasn’t afraid of him. “It wasn’t the plan, but it had to be done.” 

“Can’t believe you talked Logan into this,” said Scott. “I thought at least someone would have more intellect. I guess I was wrong.” 

Logan pushed through Y/N, stepping right in front of Cyclops. He grabbed him by the tank top. “Watch your mouth, Scotty. You have no idea what happened and how it happened. Before you point fingers and accuse anyone of anything, try to find out information about things.” 

“Look at you,” Scott laughed. “She’s got inside your head, hasn’t she? She whistles, and like a good dog, you come to her leg and sit.” 

Y/N frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Logan’s claws were out, his fists clenched tightly. Y/N decided to intervene before there would be spilt blood. She ran to Scott and shoved him. “What is your problem, dude?” 

“You are my problem,” he snarled. “Ever since you came here, everyone has been running around you. As if you were some kind of miracle among mutants. Well, guess what? You are not special.” 

“Scott, what is the matter with you?” asked Storm. It was weird acting like this. “No one has given her any special attention like you think. We treat everyone equally.”

“Ah, Scott, you are jealous, eh?” Logan smirked. “Look at ya, bub. It’s kinda sad.”

“What the fuck?” Y/N raised her voice. “I don’t get this, Scott. Why are you acting like this? What have I ever done to you? You don’t even know me.” 

He took a deep breath, grinning. “I know what you did,” he said darkly. “I can’t believe the Professor let you stay here among all these kids. You are a danger to them.” 

“What?” they all asked in chorus.

“Hold on, what are you talking about?” Bobby asked Scott.

Y/N’s heart dropped. Her eyes widened in fear, and she took a step back. How did he know about it? Did the Professor tell him about her past? Her fists clenched. “It was an accident.” 

“Was it?” 

All eyes moved to Y/N. They waited for an explanation. She didn’t want to talk about it, not like this anyway. Her hands were cold, and her body shivered. Why did it have to be like this? She would tell them once she was ready. She shook her head and pursed her lips. Y/N’s heart beat fast. She could hear it in her ears and feel it in her throat. 

“How do you know about it?” she muttered. “Who told you?”

“I did some research. Do you know there is an article about what you did?” Scott grinned. He felt like a winner. Everyone would know who she really was - a murderer. “At first, it was presented as a gas explosion. Later, your own father revealed the truth.” 

The world was falling down on her. She forgot it was out there, on the internet, for the whole world to see. Her lower lip quivered, and Y/N wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted to scream, cry, even throw a tantrum. Some wicked part of her wanted to snap his neck for opening his damn mouth.

“You killed your own little sister,” Scott revealed her past, the darkest secret she owned. 

When he said the words out loud, Y/N felt like drowning. She couldn’t breathe. The pulsing sensation got stronger. Her head hurt, and her insides twisted and turned. Scott’s words echoed inside her mind. “Stop!” She screamed from the top of her lungs. 

With that scream, she unleashed the emotions in the form of a forcefield that burst out of her body. It hit everything around her, everyone standing in the hallway with her. The people who took her in were thrown against the nearest walls and stairs. Storm hit her body against a door. Kitty and Bobby were thrown into the stairs. Logan’s body flew into an ancient statue that broke under his weight. Scott got thrown out the nearest window and farther away into the gardens. 

That forcefield drained Y/N out of all the energy she had stored. It caused her to collapse on the hardwood floors, unconscious. More blood came running out of her nose.

The first person who got up was Logan. Thanks to his fast healing, he was able to shake it off. “Shit,” he cursed when he saw what happened. Everyone was down. Kitty and Bobby were moaning from the stairs. Storm was still out. His eyes found the damaged window. And in the middle of it was Y/N. 

Beast ran to them, already in his fancy suit. He must have been in the labs. “What the hell happened here?” He fell on his knees next to Storm, gently tapping her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, he was relieved. 

Logan peeked out of the broken window and saw Scott lying on the ground, groaning in pain. “Scott decided to be a dick,” he said. 

“What was that?” Storm’s voice caught Logan’s attention. Her eyes lowered. “Oh, god, Y/N.” 

That set of information made everyone question who Y/N was. Storm’s head was filled with doubts. If Y/N killed her little sister, was it safe for her to be here? On the other hand, it could have been an accident.

Logan tried to be neutral in this matter. There had to be an explanation for everything. Y/N said to him she had blood on her hands. He knew he shouldn’t judge her. He also made mistakes and killed people. But he never killed a kid. 

. . .

Murderer..! Psychopath..! You killed her..! Freak..!

“Y/N?” 

A ringing sound echoed in Y/N’s ears. There was even something that reminded her of a whistling train. And then someone said her name. Who’s voice was that? She wasn’t able to open her eyes and have a look. Her body wasn’t strong enough. Or maybe she didn’t want to face the reality. 

You killed your little sister, Scott’s voice rang in her head. Y/N huffed loudly. The person who was present in the room with her heard it. 

“Y/N?” The voice belonged to the Professor. “Can you hear me?” 

She rolled her head to the side, following his voice. When her eyes opened, Charles had a concerned expression on his face. Y/N didn’t express any feelings. She had her eyes locked with his. Maybe she tried to find something in them, anything. No one was present except for them. 

There was a prodding sensation in her head. It didn’t hurt. It felt as if someone was gently tapping on the door. “Are you trying to get inside my head?” Y/N asked him after a minute of silence. “I won’t let you in.” 

The man sighed. “I want you to remain calm while we talk.” 

Y/N sat up and stretched her neck. “How long was I out?” 

“A few days,” Charles replied. “Your power shut down your body. It needed time to recharge.”

“Don’t like you care,” she scoffed.

“I do. We all do.”

“Bullshit.” Y/N turned her body to him, feet dangling in the air. “Cut to the chase, Professor. Say what you want to say before I leave.” 

“Leave?” Charles was confused.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m a danger to the kids, aren’t I? I should not be here, in a school, where I can hurt more people, young people. Scott said it clearly.” 

You killed her..! You are a monster..! Murderer..!

“Scott doesn’t know the whole story,” Charles said calmly. “He should’ve never talked to you like that - accuse you of something he knows nothing about.” 

“It doesn’t matter,” she said strictly. “People know, and opinions were made. I am not welcome here anymore.” 

He sighed. “Why don’t you tell them how it actually happened? It’s your story to tell.”

“They won’t listen,” she clenched her fists and pursed her lips. “Not now. Besides, I don’t want to persuade them about anything. Telling my story was taken away from me. Scott wanted to give everyone a reason not to trust me.” 

Y/N took off the cables stuck to her body and then stood up on her feet. She noticed her clothes were changed into a different one. Someone must have done it while she was unconscious. “Promise me you’ll take care of JJ. That’s the only thing I want.” 

“I won’t let you leave, Y/N,” Charles wheeled before her, grabbing her by the wrist. “I’ve seen the good inside of you. Everything that happened with your sister was an accident. You didn’t know what you were doing. You were fifteen.” It was rare to hear Charles with a stern voice. 

“Don’t…”

“I have talked to Scott once he could leave the bed. Nothing can excuse his behaviour towards you. But I know Scott. I know he’s a good guy,” Charles continued. 

“The fuck he is,” she growled. “If he was, he’d act like a good guy and not a dick. He would wait or ask or say it between four eyes. This was pure spiteful. As if I was the one who hurt him in the past. As if I killed his sister or a child. That’s how it feels to me. He wanted to show everyone that I was a harmful person.”

“Y/N,” Charles said her name gently. “Scott doesn’t trust easily. After everything he went through, he’s careful and observant.” 

“That doesn’t excuse his behaviour,” she said through teeth. “He did this. He made me hurt everyone around me.” 

“And that is another thing we need to discuss,” said the Professor. “Your mutation is evolving fast. Logan told me you created another forcefield around the boy while you had one around yourself. That is impressive.” 

Y/N yanked her wrist out of his hold. “Are you trying to say my mutation has made me unpredictable and dangerous?” 

“No,” he shook his head. “All I’m saying is, I want to help you to reach your full potential and learn how to control it.” 

“How can I trust you?” she glared at him. “After everything that went down, how can I know you are not lying? What if it was you who told Scott everything?” 

The Professor shook his head. “I told you it is your story to tell. I’d never do anything to break your trust. What I told you when you arrived still stands. This is a safe place for mutants. No one will harm you here-”

“And yet someone did,” she said. “It started a chained reaction. Scott hurt me emotionally, and I hurt everyone physically.” Those were her last words. She left the professor in the infirmary and walked back to her room. 

She tried to find a way to not be seen. She was not in the mood to talk to anyone. Y/N wanted to hide in her bedroom and think about what to do next. Leaving would be the best option for everyone. Why stay in a place where people hate you or fear you? Yes, they gave her a home and provided her with food. She should be thankful. She was thankful. In the end, Scott took a piece of her. Now, she wasn’t able to trust them. 

“Hello, sleeping beauty.” 

Y/N stopped walking. She wasn’t surprised to hear Logan’s voice. Of all people, he would be the first to find her walking around the school. She turned her head to the side, signing she acknowledged his presence. No words left her mouth. 

He walked closer to her. “How you doin’, kid?” 

“Fine,” she uttered and continued walking to the upper level. 

Logan didn’t like that as an answer. He quickly followed her, trying to reach her before she got to her room. “Come on, Y/N, talk to me.” 

“There is nothing to talk about,” she sighed. 

“You kiddin’ me, right?” he reached for her shoulder and made her turn around. “There’s a lot to talk about, Y/N.” 

“No, Logan, there isn’t,” she shook off his hand and stepped back. “Enough has been said. You’ve all heard what I’ve done, and I don’t want to discuss it. I don’t give a shit what you all think of me. So, leave me alone.” 

“You are goin’ to leave, aren’t ya?” Logan stated, eyes never leaving her. 

“Don’t act like you care,” she turned on her heel and continued walking. 

Logan breathed heavily but decided not to follow. His eyes watched her until she was out of his sight. That woman was something else - strong, stubborn and a survivor. He wouldn’t let her go that easily. 

. . .

Y/N remained in her room until late evening. She had a backpack where she packed only necessary clothing. Her whole body screamed to run, leave and never look back. 

Murderer..! Killed her little sister..! Freak..!

It pained her to leave JJ in this place alone. He was a child, and he needed stability and education. That’s something she couldn’t provide for him. Y/N knew he would be safe in here. She was dangerous. What if she also killed him? 

Y/N opened the door and peeked outside. The hallway was empty. At this time, the students were asleep. She left her room and silently ran down the stairs to the main entrance.

The plan was simple -  leave the school and walk as far as her legs would take her. What if this was supposed to be an interchange? All she could do now was speculate. 

Once she closed the entrance door, she took a deep breath of the cold air. The sky was dark, and this part of the world rested again. She walked from the school and headed to the main gate. 

Y/N thought about leaving for New York. It was a gigantic city with maximum opportunities. She could find a job, start a new life and forget about everything that happened in the past. There was a slight chance she could find love, be happy and build a family. It was not something she dreamt of, but now, it was something she could focus on. One step at a time. 

She was almost at the gate. Her new life was only seconds away. However, she found Logan leaning against the metal gate. She sighed, annoyed. 

“Took you long enough,” Logan commented. He had a cigar in his hand, smoking it. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. 

“You think I’d let you leave?” he raised a brow and took a drag. “Ain’t happening, kid.” 

“You do realise I’m not a kid,” she frowned at him. 

“You are acting like one,” he said back. “Instead of talking, you are running away. Have you ever tried facing the problems?” When she didn’t give him any snarky comeback, he chuckled. Logan opened the gate. “Come on, let’s have a walk.”

Y/N tilted her head, confused. “Why are you still talking to me, Logan? After everything that I’ve done and you’ve learnt. You should be glad I’m running away.” 

“You are a stubborn woman, you know that?” he laughed. 

“I’ve been told before,” she winked at him and walked through the gate with him close behind. 

They walked through the driveway in the middle of the night. They couldn’t see much. The moon was in its Third Quarter and hidden behind the trees. The surroundings were peaceful. Some would say it was weirdly romantic. 

“Scott is an ass,” Logan said after a while. “Can’t believe he’d do that. I thought many things about him, but this is just another level of being insecure and jealous.” 

She laughed. “I hate Scott,” she stated. “Sorry, but what he did is inexcusable. He told you all something he knows nothing about.” 

“Listen,” Logan stopped and patted her shoulder. “Would you tell us in the future?” 

Her hand found his hand on her shoulder. “In time, I would. I’d need to be sure I can trust you. I’d want you to know who I was and what I did.”

Without thinking, Logan pushed her closer to his body and gave her a side hug. “You can trust us. Or at least trust me. I’ve been through shit. I’ll understand ya.” 

When Logan pulled away, Y/N was glad he couldn’t see her flaming hot face. They continued walking down the road. 

“Have you killed a child?” she asked boldly.

“No. That I didn’t.” 

She clapped her hand once. “There you go. Don’t get me wrong, I would never hurt a child. I would never hurt my own sister. Until I did.”

“I know.” And then came the dreaded sentence. “Tell me what happened, Y/N.” 

She took a deep breath. As much as she hated digging into her past, she wanted to tell at least someone what happened that day. It appeared before her eyes like a movie. This time, she didn’t run from it. She faced it like her greatest fear. 

“It was the day my ability appeared,” she started slowly. “It was Saturday afternoon when it happened. I remember I was on edge since morning. I couldn’t explain it then. I was moody and irritated by everything. I got grounded for my behaviour and had to watch my sister in the afternoon.

“Jill wasn’t even six. She was a spoiled child. Jill wanted all the dolls. She wanted my CD player and music. That day, she was extremely annoying. I remember her jumping on my bed, screaming something. I wanted to finish an essay for school. Jill wanted to be a brat and get on my nerves. 

“I started to scream at her. Words flowing out of my mouth. She fought back, and then it happened. The forcefield flew out of my body. It damaged my whole room, ruined a wall, and my sister was nowhere to be found.” 

Y/N was there again. When she opened her eyes, she found the room in ruins. A wall was missing, dust flew in the air, and everything was a mess. Her body was shaking. She was in shock. What the hell happened? She took a few steps forward. She went closer to a wall that was now missing. People from her neighbourhood were staring at the scene, gasping and pointing fingers. Her eyes fell down on the front yard, where she found her sister lying without any trace of life. 

“All rescue teams came to our house. News stations filled our street. Everyone wanted to see what happened,” she recalled. “Because my bedroom was above the kitchen, people believed it was a gas explosion. However, my parents immediately knew who was at fault.” 

They walked to the crossing. No cars were passing by. 

“My parents threw me into an asylum where I stayed for a few years until I escaped that place,” she added. “I can still hear my parents screaming at me. Their voices are a reminder of what I did.” 

Logan grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. Our mutations awaken when we are kids or teens, and we are in emotional distress,” he explained to her. 

“Back then, I didn’t know it,” she said. “One remains the same: I killed my sister. It was unintentional. I would never hurt a five-year-old. I would never hurt a child,” her voice shook. 

“I know. I believe you,” Logan affirmed her. His hand never left hers. “That’s why you needed to save JJ, right?” 

She quickly nodded. “Yeah. To even convince myself that I don’t kill kids for fun.”

They looked at the main road. This was a crucial moment for Y/N. It was up to her to decide whether she wanted to stay or leave forever. 

“I want you to know that you have a friend in me, Y/N,” he said after a while. “And there are more of us who did some bad shit.” 

“I know,” she whispered. Y/N was conflicted. She couldn’t decide what to do. Now she wished to see Logan’s face, to know how he was looking at her. 

His presence was magnetic and radiant. Y/N had noticed it while they were driving to Salem. He made her feel something new, unknown. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it. 

“Is this a goodbye?” Logan asked. “Or can I drag your ass back into the mansion?”

She laughed. Yes, at least she had a friend in him. That’s when she realised Logan was still holding her hand. “Will you continue to train me?” 

“Imma kick your ass tomorrow,” he pulled her hand, and she collided with his hard body. He patted her head as if she was a dog. Together, they started to walk back to school. 

[entitled-fangirl]

A deer in the headlights.

Jim Moriarty x reader

Summary: Jim comes home early and scares the reader, prompting a panic attack.

Words: 811

Warning: panic attack, but hey, comforting criminal Jim! Also... criminal Jim.

Author's note: I don't own the character Jim Moriarty! And you know I couldn't resist using a Fleabag gif. Andrew Scott has my <3

Masterlist

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She sat on the couch of their shared home, her legs pulled up to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her legs, holding her book out for her to read. It was a cute sight, seeing her so comfortable in their home. 

Jim opened the door, his hands immediately moving to loosen his tie. He shook off his blazer, hanging it over one of the dining room chairs. He was quiet, almost silent. It was one of his favorite attributes of himself, being practically silent when he moved.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, her gaze focused on the book in front of her. He decided to have a little fun with his darling deer. 

He stalked up behind her. Her long hair was hanging off the back of the couch. Even as the conspiring smirk showed on his face, he couldn’t help but admire her. He continued his plan, his steps careful and meticulously done. 

He got slightly distracted staring at her hair, the tile under him squeaking. He froze, as did she. Her head moved up, her eyes looking straight forward at the wall like a deer in the headlights. He knows her so well, he can practically see the look on her face, knowing that she is now contemplating her options. 

As if instinct, his little deer jumped up, her book falling to the ground as she sprinted to their shared room. Jim smiled. He loved a game like this. He ran behind her quickly. His longer legs catching up to her.

The stairs slowed her down, her shorter legs moving quickly. He followed quickly behind her, not caring to be quiet anymore. As his foot hit the top step, she was within his reach. 

His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. She let out a small squeal in fear. He smiled, resting his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her hair covered his face, but he didn’t mind. It gave him an extra opportunity to smell her sweet scent. 

Her body completely froze. Her fear was an aura surrounding her at this point. Jim finally noticed her quick breaths, and her hands that had his in a death grip around her waist. She was very scared.

His grip loosened immediately. He turned her around to let her see him. Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears and they carried an uncertain look to them. He had seen this look. She was having a panic attack.

Her eyes may be looking at him, but she didn’t see him. She was in her own little world. A world of fear.

His heart dropped. His hands naturally moved to her face, cupping both of her cheeks, and pulling her face to his. Her hands jump to his, her death grip continuing. 

“Shh… it’s alright…. Shh….shh…,” he said in a comforting tone.

It seemed to calm her slightly, her body recognizing his touch, even if her brain didn’t. The tears began to fall from her eyes, another sign of her body relaxing further.

He smiled gently at her, his voice low, “Little deer, it’s alright. You’re safe…. You’re safe.”

Her body lets out a soft sigh, shaky from the tears. Her voice came out broken from the hiccuping of her diaphragm, “J…James…?”

He laughed at this. His deer was so precious. The thumb on one of the hands resting on her face began to gently move back and forth, giving her a feeling of comfort. “Yes. I’m here.”

He hated seeing her this way, but he also loved it. How she always ran into his arms when she was scared. Like now.

She let out a sob, her arms moving around his neck, pulling her to him. She began to cry harder into his chest. His hands moved to her waist, wrapping around her.

“I’m sorry, deer. I didn’t know I would frighten you like this. I wouldn’t have done so, had I known. Shh… it’s alright...,” he continued.

As her tears began to settle down, she pulled away from him. She pulled one of her arms to her face to wipe the tears, but he stopped her, his hand wrapping around her wrist. The other hand moved to her face as he gently wiped the tears for her. 

She sniffles, “You’re home early.”

He let out a loud laugh at this, “You silly girl. Of course I am. I told you I would be.”

Her eyes met his, “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize, little deer. You should know by now that I would never let anything happen to you."

She nods slightly, moving back into his embrace, to which he happily obliged. The feeling of her in his arms was his favorite.

One of his hands moved to the back of her head, playing with her hair. “I will call Seb, and tell him to consider me off for the rest of the day. It is you and I for tonight. No interruptions. No phone calls. Could you even begin to forgive me, angel?”

He could feel her smile against his shoulder. “Of course, James.”

He sighs, kissing the top of her head, “Thank you, little deer. Now, let’s go relax, huh?”

She lets him lead her the rest of the way to their room to make up for lost time.

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[dmwrites]

The pool party was already bumping by the time Pearl got there. She nodded her head in time to the music as she ascended the stairs. She meandered through the crowd and looked out over the pool. This was such a strange event, having everyone, even the red lifes, hanging out.

Something odd caught her eye all of a sudden. One of the blocks at the bottom of the pool were missing. She could hardly see, but it looked blatantly like some kind of trap.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Pearl snorted. “That’s so obviously a trap. Are you seeing this?” She turned to the person next to her, Etho, but Etho was busy talking in low tones to Joel. “Martyn, do you see the hole in the pool or is it just me haha?” She walked through the crowd to Martyn, who was just holding a drink and bobbing his head to the music. He turned away from her and wandered over to Impulse at the grill.

Pearl frowned. Okay, maybe two of the people who probably hated her the most were bad ideas for confidants. She looked back at the pool, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. No, there was still that hole, and bubbles were coming from it now. She had to tell someone about it- she had a bad feeling it wasn’t something good.

“Bdubs! Hey!” She slid through the crowd to Bdubs, who was looking off towards someone behind her with a frown. “Hey, Bdubs! There’s a hole in your pool! I think it could be dangerous!” For a second, Pearl could have sworn that Bdubs looked at her. She stood right in front of him, she knew he could see her. “Bdubs?”

“Hey...”

Pearl felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. “Oh my god finally someone who will talk-”

“Hey! Hey! Get away from those bushes, Grian! Do you know how long it took me to clip those things! Don’t you pull out a flint and steel!” Bdubs wailed and pushed his way through the crowd to apprehend Grian.

“What is going on?” Pearl asked out loud. She turned on the spot, surrounded by people who might as well be walls, the way they were acting. All involved in their activities and conversations, no one even looking her way. A panic was rising in her, and in desperation she looked for someone who liked her- only to realize that no one really did.

At the edge of the house, against a wall, were Jimmy and Tango, who were admiring the mid-century modern house. And people who didn’t outright hate her- right? She went right up to them.

“See, you’d never expect snow-” Tango was saying.

Pearl interrupted. “Guys there’s something fishy with the pool.”

The two went silent, and she made eye contact with Jimmy for a moment, who grimaced and awkwardly looked away.

Tango cleared his throat. “Like, I’ve known him for a while, you know, and its always the materials you never-”

“Tango! Jimmy! I know you can hear me!”

“-never expect, and it looks good somehow.” Tango powered on. Pearl stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open and heart racing.

It was desperation, pure panic that pulled her voice back to her body and got her moving again.

“PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! Something bad is going to happen! I just know it! There’s a hole in the pool!” She screamed, and still no one heard her. She went from person to person now, grabbing at their clothes. No one looked at her, no one even jumped at her screams.

“Am I even real?” Her shaking hands flew to her own clothes, feeling for her flushed skin. If every touch felt real, then why did this seem like a nightmare?

And then, a hand on her arm.

Pearl gasped, grabbing it, and found Scott looking right at her with that special frown he reserved just for her.

“Pearl.”

Pearl could have cried in pure relief. “Scott! There’s a-”

“Stop screaming. You’re embarrassing yourself.” And with that, Scott freed his hand and firmly turned around to talk to Cleo.

“I-” Pearl let her sentence vanish into a sad little noise and let the unsympathetic crowd swallow her.

And when the zombies came out of the hole in the pool, spurned on by the mad red Ren, all she felt was numbness. She stood on the hill and watched her friends die. And still, no one ever acknowledged her existence, her cries, or her truths. Not a single person even looked her way.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi I love your blog so much! This might be a long shot but do you know of any fics of Isaac/Jackson? Or any well developed Isaac/Scott?

@kevaaronday found these Isaac/Jackson fics for you!

Fits Just Right by FiccinDylan (1/1 | 6,544 | Mature | Jisaac) In the city of Beacon Hills, most of the teenagers wait for their presentations to tell them if they're alpha beta or omega, patiently. They simply let mother nature take it's course and understand that once they turn 15 or 16 they'll find out. 

Jackson is 17 and pretty sure Mother Nature hit the snooze button on his presentation like 20 times by now. He was getting irritated and it was time for that bitch to get it moving.

On top of that he has to deal with Stilinski's "don't go chasin' waterfalls' busted tap ass and Derek Hale's knot that's hotter than the fucking sun. Those two jerks get their presentations before Jackson? Now how is that fucking fair?

This is me trying by HopeSilverheart (1/1 | 5,676 | Teen | Jisaac) “You have so much potential, Jackson, you just need to stop worrying about your image so much and start doing what you do best instead.”

“And what’s that?” Jackson asked, hoping he didn’t sound half as vulnerable and unsure as he felt.

“Helping people,” Isaac answered, kissing Jackson sweetly and taking all the tension out of his shoulders. “You’re a good man, Jackson Whittemore, you just have to start believing it.”

Or: Jackson doesn't start off as the world's best social worker, but he'll get there eventually.

Somewhere in Beacon Hills by ash_mcj (1/1 | 4,040 | Teen | Jisaac) Isaac, plagued by PTSD-fueled nightmares, lets himself find comfort in an unlikely person. And if Jackson lets himself do the same...well, that's between them.

(Teen Wolf Bingo Square: Touch-Starved)

A Stroll at Midnight by Castiels_honeybee (1/1 | 3,880 | Teen | Jisaac) “Oh my god what the fuck is that?” Jackson says, only mildly hysterically, from behind the group. 

“Why does he smell like that?” Isaac winces, choking off a gag. 

“Is he actually a fucking zombie?” 

“No, I don't think so?” Derek means for it to be reassuring, but it comes out more of a question.

-OR- 

an unexpected visitor makes his way into the hale pack territory uninvited and the pack has no idea what to do with him.

Embrasse-moi, asshole by tiniestawoo (1/1 | 3,588 | Explicit | Jisaac “You can stop staring any time now,” Isaac said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you doing here?” Jackson repeated.

“I already told you I work here, I know you took some hits to the head, but you were never that–”

“In France, dumbass,” Jackson scoffed, “Why are you in France?” 

Isaac bit the inside of his cheek to stem the rising swell of emotion but from the look on Jackson’s face he failed. “I didn’t have anywhere else to be?”

--

Or the one where Jackson goes to France with friends, runs into a ghost from the past and realizes that maybe there's more to life than just surviving. Jackson Whittemore Can Sing by stilinskihalefamily (1/1 | 2,908 | Gen | Jisaac) Isaac follows the music up the stairs and down the hall lined with doors. He passes by Stiles’ room, he rarely uses it, he says Derek’s bed in comfier. Passes Erica and Boyd’s shared room. With each room he passes the music gets louder until he’s standing outside of Jackson’s.

The pack don’t really have boundaries, which they should, he’s seen things. But he walks in without knocking anyway. He’s definitely not expecting what is in front of him.

At first Isaac can’t do anything but gape at Jackson. Safe Haven by skargasm (1/1 | 1,290 | Mature | Jisaac) The only thing he would allow Jackson to do was be his safe haven..

Rare Pairs @ 1 Million Words glitter under club lights by ash_mcj (1/1 | 1,027 | Teen | Jisaac) “Do you wanna dance?” Jackson asked casually, as if it were a completely normal thing to suggest. As if they were friends, instead of two bastards that came from the same hell hole, who hadn’t spoken in years.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. “With you?”

“No shit.” Jackson rolled his eyes as he stood up straighter—making the diamond-studded mesh crop top he was wearing hug his torso deliciously tighter. “I mean, the last time we danced together, you were trying to stab me in the neck with a tranquilizer, so…”

“So, what?” Isaac chuckled, turning to face Jackson. “You think I owe you a dance?”

Jackson shrugged, coyly biting his lower lip. “I think that’s only fair.”

[or: the jisaac reunion we all deserved, since they were both in europe]

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 373

McCoy

McCoy grinned at Scotty as his sister threw her arms around Robbie’s neck. Scotty smiled back. McCoy recalled back to the first day of school and the conversation where Leah had asked about his ring. The look in her eyes had betrayed the sarcasm in her voice and he was glad he had suggested something similar for her and Robbie.

“What does that mean?” he whispered to Scotty as Robbie’s murmured Gaelic drifted over.

“Mo chridhe?” Scotty whispered back, “my heart.”

McCoy looked with new eyes at his sister. Of course Leah and Robbie would have their names and endearments for each other; it seemed obvious to McCoy now. A completely new facet of his sister was being revealed. He wondered if this was what it must have been like for Leah over the summer to see McCoy with Scotty. He smiled to himself at the knowledge that they’d had such good roles for love growing up. David and Eleanor couldn’t be a better example.

McCoy glanced at Spock. And in their own Vulcan way, Sarek and Amanda were a close second.

Leah murmured back at Robbie, before kissing him again and releasing him from the embrace. Robbie had flushed pink again.

She touched the pendant on the chain and Robbie’s wrist blinked.

“Just like their rings,” she smiled.

“Aye,” said Robbie. “It’s where the idea for these came from.”

“A necklace is a little less obvious for a princess than a ring,” McCoy added.

“Well, I love it,” Leah declared. “I like all the gifts, thank you all. How about a walk through the gardens?” she suggested.

McCoy squeezed Scotty’s fingers, and gave him a questioning look.

“Sure,” Scotty said for them.

“Spock?” Leah asked.

“If that is your wish, we shall join you.”

Holding Robbie’s arm close, Leah led the way. Even from behind, McCoy could see the awe on the younger Scott’s face as they moved through the palace. It was a mirror of what Scotty’s had been his first few days in the palace that summer.

The sun wasn’t what it had been in the middle of summer, but the gardens were still warmer than at school. The familiar heat felt wonderful to McCoy. A yawn escaped him.

“How about the gazebo?” he asked Scotty quietly.

“Sounds good.”

“We’re heading for the orchard,” McCoy called to Leah.

“Ok,” Leah said over her shoulder, only halfway listening to him, her attention on Robbie.

McCoy rolled his eyes. He wondered what excuse Spock and Jim would come up with to leave Leah and Robbie alone.

His steps faltered as they reached the orchard.

“What is it, love?” Scotty asked.

“I—”

In the overwhelming happiness of being home and with Leah and Robbie’s love finally being known, McCoy had forgotten the last time he had been to the orchard. It had been the fateful afternoon when Jocelyn had kissed him. He hadn’t had the heart to visit the gazebo again after that, and a week later had left for school.

“I haven’t been out here since…”

“Since what?… Oh.”

McCoy heard the change in Scotty’s voice as he realized what McCoy meant.

“We could go somewhere else? The library? Your room—”

“No.” McCoy interrupted Scotty’s suggestions. “No. I won’t let her win. We made better memories here than she ever could. We can make more.” He tightened his grip on Scotty’s hand and climbed the couple stairs.

The cushioned bench was inviting and the boys made themselves comfortable. McCoy rested his head on Scotty’s shoulder and for just a moment it was midsummer with the scent of ripe fruit in the air.

Part 374

Scotty

As they sat next to each other, cuddling, Scotty's mind moved back to the summer weeks they had spent at the palace. Leonard was right. Many great memories had been made at the orchard.

How was it then, that it also brought back unpleasant thoughts?

The kiss.

Jocelyn had kissed Leonard right here. And even though he hadn't seen it, Scotty felt sick at that thought. Anger filled his heart for a moment, but it quickly vanished when Leonard pulled him in for a kiss.

"I still can't believe she kissed ye," Scotty breathed when their lips parted again.

He thought of his nightmare about the orchard. The one where Leonard had been taken away by the guards to become king. As if he should have been married to Jocelyn.

It was a cruel thought. But it wasn't real.

The two of them together. Right here and now. That was reality. A great reality!

"I won't ever let her do it again."

Leonard made it sound like it was his fault, when it wasn't. Scotty just nodded slowly and placed a hand on his boyfriend's cheek.

"I know, mo ghràdh. I know."

Leonard leaned into the touch and Scotty kissed him more passionately than before. He would always kiss him better than that girl ever could. He would show Leonard how much he loved him.

They stayed for a while, just sitting and chatting, when Leonard noticed that they should head back to the palace. It would be time for dinner soon.

The sun had started setting some time ago, but it was still warm. Scotty breathed in the lovely late summer air.

Apparently Leah had had the same thought as Leonard for the couple met her and Robbie in front of the orchard. They were holding hands. Spock and Jim weren't with them though.

"Hey there. Did Leah show you around the garden?" Leonard asked and clapped Robbie on the back. The Scotsman nodded with a bright smile.

"Aye, she did. It's amazing. I'm sure Mum would love it too."

Leonard chuckled.

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Well," Leah smiled happily at the thought she apparently had, "maybe we should invite your mother and grandfather to visit us next summer."

"That's a great idea!" Leonard agreed, "I'm sure Mother and Father would love them to visit. Francine could teach Mother more Gaelic and Granddad would have nice talks with Father on history."

Leah raised an eyebrow when she heard her brother call Scotty's and Robbie's grandfather by that name.

"Granddad?"

Leonard grinned.

"Yes. Mr. Scott allowed me to call him Granddad."

Leah smiled softly.

"That's nice of him. I mean... we don't have grandparents anymore."

She sounded slightly melancholic and Robbie quickly squeezed her hand.

"I'm sure ye can call him Granddad too."

"That... would be nice. I'd really like to get to know your family better."

Leah gave Robbie a kiss to the cheek and they headed inside.

"Where did ye leave Jim and Spock?" Scotty asked and Leah laughed.

"Oh, they said that they wanted to unpack."

Scotty and Leonard laughed too. It had clearly been an excuse to leave Robbie and Leah alone.

"So... when will you tell Mother and Father about the two of you?" Leonard asked quietly and Leah seemed very nervous suddenly.

"I... want to make an announcement at dinner."

Scotty could tell that his little brother was also very excited. His face paled at Leah's words.

"I'm sure it'll turn out just fine," Scotty reassured them with a smile as they headed for the dining room.

David and Eleanor were so understanding. They would always want the best for their children.

[popcrone818]

Broken - Teen Wolf

Chapter 7

Liam helped me out of the jeep and gently placed his hand on the small of my back guiding me inside. I'd never had a panic attack before, but Stiles had told me about when he got them after his mom passed away, I hadn't been there for that but I wish I had been, I would have liked to be helpful in his time of need, but he had Scott and he had his dad. I'm sure he didn't need me. Panic attacks weren't very nice from what he had told me, but to actually experience one was something I never want to do again.

Isaac was just way too overbearing, he had never been like this, maybe Allison's death changed him and not in a good way. Maybe that was the switch that turned him into our father that he swore would never happen. But tonight on the lacrosse field that's exactly what happened, whether he realized it or not. In my eyes I saw dad tonight, not my older brother who used to protect me from him. Isaac hasn't been the same since Allison died and it made me upset, he left me in Beacon Hills like I didn't mean anything to him anymore.

Liam guided me over to the couch as Scott went to the kitchen to get everyone some food so we could celebrate as a pack, I heard Scott and Stiles talking about it on the way here. Lydia, Malia, Kira and Theo would be here soon and I looked like a mess. I slowly got up out of Liam's embrace and went up the stairs. I may have had a difficult night but that doesn't mean I want the boys to suffer as well, they just won against Devenford Prep.

They were over the moon before I had my panic attack. Liam had finally kicked his old schools' ass and I had to make everything come crashing down around him. I was such a mess, I hated being a weak human, but I didn't really want to be an out-of-control werewolf either.

I sighed running my hand through my long hair, maybe I should cut my hair short again, it keeps getting in the way when I'm doing things, but I just can't seem to part with it. Last time I cut it short I regretted it so much, it's taken me three years just to grow it back to this length. I quickly threw on some clothes and pulled on a pair of socks and then I headed back downstairs where I could hear that Malia had arrived. I jumped from the second last step onto the hard wood floor and held my arms out like I'd done an amazing backflip or some other trick. I heard clapping coming from my left and turned my head to look at Stiles and his huge grin. I felt better just being in the presence of my best friends.

"Perfectly done Amya, I've taught you well." Stiles said wiping away a fake tear and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I nodded at him and leaned further into his touch. Lydia and Kira were the next ones to arrive with Theo shortly after them.

"Well this is a different lacrosse after party than what I'm used to, but I think I can make it work." Lydia had been trying to make everything seem more positive since the whole banshee thing has been getting to her more and more after she predicted Allison's death.

"Can we do karaoke?" Kira asked from behind Scott, Stiles looked like a little kid on Christmas and raced into the lounge room to start the game. I sighed and sat down next to Liam on the couch. "Amya, sing with me" Kira grabbed my hands and I was tugged away from Liam, but I grinned anyway, her energy was contagious.

"Ok then what are we going to sing?" I asked her as Stiles handed me a mic.

"How about a Veronica's song?" she asked turning to me, I nodded my head enthusiastically and I quickly chose the song. It was called 'Cold' and it was one of their songs that wasn't majorly big at the moment, so I wanted to see if Kira could nail it. I knew she was a good singer.

I pulled the mic away from my lips as the song ended. I looked around and everyone seemed to be staring at me.

"You should become a singer, your voice, it's amazing." Stiles' jaw had dropped, I looked down at my feet, embarrassed.

"I thought about it once, but you know with my dad nothing was ever good enough, so I didn't try, who's next?" I wanted to pass on the mic as soon as possible, everyone was still staring at me, so I shoved it into Malia's hands and sat back down next to Liam. He rested his arm on the back of the couch behind me and lent in slightly right next to my ear.

"Your voice is beautiful, you should sing more," I blushed and looked at his face, his cheeks showing signs of a slight blush. I quickly stood up ignoring Liam's questioning look and grabbed his hand pulling him up to my room. "If you wanted to touch this you could have just asked" he said smirking and grabbing my hips pulling me closer to his body. I sighed deeply thinking this was a bad idea, Liam hasn't changed, and he's still a cocky asshole. I place my hand on his left peck, right above his heart and shook my head.

"Liam, this isn't going to work, any of this, if you continue to do that." I told him.

"Continue to do what?" he asked me, his eyes showing confusion. I pushed away from him.

"Continue to be a cocky asshole, I've dealt with enough of them. I thought you were changing." I sat down on my bed and stared out the window.

"Mya, I'm sorry sometimes it just slips out because all throughout middle school that's who I was, because I was friends with him, Mya you have to believe me, I want to change for you, I want you to feel safe like nothing will ever hurt you again, tonight when you had your panic attack, the only thing I could think of was getting you back, so I had to calm myself down to help you, I remembered what my dad had told me about panic attacks, that the person having one needs to hold their breath, but they don't normally listen and you need to find some other way to make them hold their breath. You scared me tonight Mya, my life flashed before my eyes-." I cut him off.

"You weren't the one that was going to pass out" I told him.

"No, my life without you flashed before my eyes, that's why I kissed you, I couldn't live my life without you, from what I briefly saw I was miserable, everyone was, you're the glue that holds this whole pack together. Without you this pack would be a disaster. Mya I need you in my life, not just to keep the pack together, but to keep me together, even when you hated me you were in my life, no I wasn't particularly happy about the way you were in it, but you were there, I could see past your façade, you were just a scared little girl. Amya McCall you have become my anchor and I don't want it to change. I don't care what your brother or Scott think, I can't lose you, Amya will you be my girlfriend?" he asked me kneeling in front of me. Tears sprung to my eyes, even after everything I've done to him he wanted to be with me, I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head.

"Yes Liam, I would love that, just lose the cocky act." I said to him, I placed my hand on his shoulder and he leaned up slightly making me catch my breath. He rested his forehead on mine.

"This is how I wanted our first kiss to be."

With that he leant up and captured my lips with his. It was bliss, his lips were so soft and warmer than they were on the lacrosse field, his hands sat gently on my waist, and he came up to sit on my bed next to me, not breaking the kiss. I rested my hands on his chest and moved them up to wrap around his neck gently. I pulled my body closer to his. I pulled away from him and rested my forehead on his, my eyes still closed, I felt him move one of his hands up to gently stroke my cheek. We heard a knock at my door causing Liam and I to jump apart, Lydia's head popped in.

"Scott could hear yelling, is everything alright?" she asked looking at me. I nodded at her, she winked at me and then left. I groaned and my head fell on Liam's shoulder.

"They are going to hear everything from now on" I whispered to him trying to make it so quiet Scott wouldn't be able to hear it from downstairs, but I knew Liam could.

"Then let's get out of here" he whispered seductively in my ear placing his hands on my hips again as he gently bit my earlobe. After I shivered at the contact, I shook my head and pushed him away from me.

"No Liam, let's go back down and have some fun with our friends instead of ditching them." I said standing up from my bed. He pouted slightly and gave me puppy dog eyes. "No Liam, get up." I said grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up from my bed. It didn't work in my favour, and I ended up crashing into his chest causing him to fall backwards on my bed and me to land on top of him with my knees on either side of his hips.

"Well, hello there Amya," he placed his hands on my hips again and pushed me further into his body. I put my hands on his chest and pushed up,

"Liam, stop we’re going downstairs." I tried getting off him, he let me go and I got up. He pouted and I caved giving him a small kiss before I left my room leaving him on my bed like a confused little puppy. I made my way down the stairs slipping slightly on the last step before Stiles caught me on his way back inside with a bottle of alcohol resting in his hands.

"Hey guys, were back to join the party," I looked up at the top of the stairs and I didn't see Liam, "Correction, I'm back to join the party." I said making my way over to them.

"Okay we're playing truth or dare, where's Liam?" Malia said getting everyone around in the circle the looking at me.

"I'll go get him" I said standing up and racing upstairs to find Liam in the same spot I left him in. "Why aren't you coming down Li-." I stopped short as I came up to him, he had put his hands over his groin area.

"Amya, fuck" he blushed profusely as he continued to try and hide his erection.

"Oh Liam, you really have no experience with girls, do you?" I asked him, I didn't dare sit on his lap for fear of making it worse. He shook his head and blushed slightly. "Come on Liam, let's go downstairs" I picked up his hand and led him downstairs where I continued to stand in front of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Oh my god, you guys are so cute" Kira gushed as we sat down beside each other in the circle.

"It's not cute, Liam has a boner and Amya is covering it up, so we won't notice." Stiles said from his position in front of the couch.

"Okay, we changed it up a bit, it's spin the bottle crossed with seven minutes in heaven, so everyone get ready, Amya you spin first." Kira said putting an empty bottle in the middle of the circle.

I sighed spinning the bottle, it landed on Kira. Her and I both blushed and got up walking to the closet in the hall. Lydia giggled from the other side of the door as she closed it on us.

"Don't forget we have werewolves who can hear what's going on, so something has to happen." Lydia encouraged as we heard her walk away. I sighed and Kira and I stepped closer.

"This will be interesting." I said to her as she shakily placed her hands on my hips. I slowly placed my arms around her neck and we both leaned in. As our lips touched, I knew then that I could never be with a girl, they weren't the same. We pulled away and giggled at each other. This was weird on so many levels. We then sat down and just talked the rest of the time. Malia came to open the door.

"Wow, I never thought you two would be the ones to do that." She helped both of us up off the floor. We blushed and joined everyone in the circle again, Liam's arm wrapped around my waist tightly. It continued to go like that the whole night until Stiles pulled out the bottle of vodka he had gotten from his jeep earlier in the night.

"Stiles, Liam and Amya are way underage, I'm not allowing that" Scott said taking the alcohol away from an already giddy Stiles, who hadn't even had a sip yet.

"Come on dude, I got you drunk when we were 15, Liam’s 15 and Amya’s 16... Let them have a little fun." Stiles exclaimed while shimmying his shoulders towards Scott. Scott sighed but nodded all the same, even though Liam couldn't get drunk, he helped me as I slowly got tipsy then blind drunk.

Stiles, Lydia, Kira and I where the only ones who could actually get drunk, so after about 3 shots each we were all out of it. Then Lydia bet me that I couldn't beat her at shots, so we lined up three shots each and Stiles got his phone out and timed us. After the second shot Lydia couldn't take anymore and puked on Stiles' shoes, I threw my hands up in the air and wrapped them around Stiles and Liam before falling slightly more to Stiles and giggling profusely.

"I won!" I slurred as Liam caught me, pulling me closer to his chest.

"Let's get you up to bed Mya, your drunk." Liam whispered in my ear. I shook my head and pushed myself off him swaying slightly.

"I want more, Stiles is there anymore in the bottle." I swayed over to Stiles and he held up the last of the bottle. I took it from him and swigged the rest of it. I swayed on my feet as the floor got closer and closer to me, Liam was the one to catch me before I hit the floor.

"Alright you've had enough now," he picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me up to my room. Once he placed me on the ground I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a heated kiss, he backed me up until the back of my knees hit the end of my bed, he gently pushed me onto it and laid over me slightly still putting all his weight on his elbows and knees. My hands travelled their way up under his shirt and to his stomach.

"Are you sure you want to do this Amya? Your drunk." He pulled away from me slightly to talk.

"Shut up and kiss me, I want this so much." I felt his body shudder as my soft slightly olive skin moved along his soft but hard skin tracing his abs as his mouth made its way to my jaw kissing gently and then attaching to the soft skin on my neck. Sucking slightly, I could feel a bruise forming and moaned slightly at the feeling. I grasped his hair gently and arched my back pressing us closer as he bit down harder. I raked my nails down his chest and he moaned and arched his own back. I pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it over the other side of the room. He had found my lips again and we were locked in a heated make out session. I could feel his hands on my hips, his claws elongating and scratching me slightly. He lifted my shirt up over my head and repositioned us, so we were more on the bed now. I flipped us over with a little bit of a struggle and sat up on my knees. I fixed my hair as some of it had fallen out. Liam's eyes hungrily took in the sight before him, before he sat up and started biting and sucking on my neck again.

"You're so beautiful Mya." I moaned hearing him say my name as he unclasped my bra and threw it with the rest of our clothes. His nails had shortened and they were no longer his werewolf ones as he dragged his nails softly down my bare back. I arched my back towards him giving him a full show. He growled at me and ripped off my panties, having already discarded my jeans as we walked into my room. I was suddenly naked, and he flipped us over and pulled off his own boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this Amya?" Liam asked me tracing a finger down my face. I nodded but shuddered at the same time. Liam retracted his hand and sat up slightly. "Amya we don't have to do this. Please don't associate this with that." I grabbed his hand a guided it back to my face where he cupped my cheek and leaned forward.

"Liam, I want to do this. I want my first proper time to be with you." I pulled him in and kissed him passionately.

"I want my first time to be with you too." He said pulling me back in. He lined himself up and looked into my eyes as he pushed in. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulder. He looked at me and pulled out slowly. I moaned again and he started to pick us his speed, we were both a big moaning mess as his thrusts started to get sloppy my nails raked down his back as he swore and came inside me. He collapsed on me gently and snuggled his head into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him in closer to me.

"That was amazing Liam." I told him playing with his hair. "Stay the night?" I asked him breathlessly. He nodded and he pulled out of me and rolled off me then snuggled up to my side. We fell asleep like that and it was a night full off happy dreams and I slept the whole night for the first time since Allison died.

Stiles P.O.V

"I want more, Stiles is there anymore in the bottle." Amaya swayed closer to me as she reached out for the bottle and frowned at the last bit that was left in the bottle. I watched as she drained the last remnants of liquid before a drop escaped the side of her lips. Thinking about licking it off her face I felt myself get extremely flustered. I cleared my throat as she started to lose her balance, I reached out to catch her but was inhibited by the alcohol in my system. Liam caught her before she hit the floor and he picked her up and took her up to her room. I growled under my breath before I hurtled the empty vodka bottle in the opposite direction. Scott caught it before it could smash everywhere. I could hear giggling coming from her room which just caused my emotions to start to spiral out of control.

“Stiles!” My head whipped around to the direction of my name. Lydia stood there, her hands on her hips as I looked around at everyone, sporting similar looks on their faces. Everyone knew my feelings for the younger Lahey, everyone but her and Liam.

“I cant stay here.” I shook my head and went to make a move out of the house pulling my keys out of my pocket. Scott shook his head and held out his hand. I sighed and placed the keys in his hand as we made our way out of the house. I could hear moaning coming from upstairs and I covered my ears, I would hate to be a werewolf at this moment in time, if I could hear her moaning while I was drunk and human I’d hate to think how much Scott could hear. “You can hear it too?” I turned my head to Scott as he reversed out of the driveway and started driving to my house.

“Unfortunately, look dude, I know you like her, and I also don’t know why she has suddenly taken a liking to Liam, but neither of us want her to push us out, we need to ride it out for now, eventually she will grow up and this will stop.” I nodded as I played with my fingers.

“I just don’t know how I'm going to be around them if this continues.” He nodded at me as we pulled into my driveway.

“Look, you’ll find a way to try to be happy for her, because she is coming out of her shell again. But I know you will still be there for her when things inevitably go tits up with Liam, its bound to happen, but I know you and I will be there like always to pick up the pieces. So you will stick it out until then.” He handed me back my keys before he took off into the night. I sighed to myself as I hauled myself up into my bedroom where I fell face first on my bed and closed my eyes.

I had to force my eyes open when my alarm went off signalling school, when I did the blinding sun creeping in my window blinded me and my head pounded. I groaned and rolled over realising that Liam was still sprawled out on the other side of my bed. I giggled slightly and poked his cheek.

"Liam, Scott's going to kill you if he sees you in here." I told him as his bleary eyes opened and focused on my face.

"I could get used to this," he said pulling me on top of him. I groaned as my head spun. "Okay maybe not the sight of you looking a bit green, but I could get used to waking up to you every morning." He said placing me on the bed beside him and getting up and putting his shirt back on, and then climbing out the window with a small kiss before he dropped down and ran off. I sighed and went to have a quick shower. I turned on the curling iron as I dried my hair and danced around my room in my underwear feeling less hungover than I thought I would. I curled my hair and applied my makeup, then skipped over to my bed pulling on my tight black leather jeans with a maroon lacy tank top, and rushing downstairs, holding my heels in one hand and my handbag and jacket in my other.

"How are you feeling today Mya?" Scott asked me handing me a piece of toast and his helmet again.

"Better now than when I woke up." I told him around a mouthful of toast. I inhaled the rest of the toast as I laced up my black combat boots and put the helmet on my head. He shook his head and chuckled as I got on the bike. I always choose the worst attire for riding his stupid bike. He sped off towards the school where I pretty much kissed the ground once I was off his bike. "I'm asking Stiles to pick me up from now on," I told Scott crossing my arms as said boy walked up to us groaning and rubbing his head.

"How the fuck do you not feel this bad Amya? What are you like a werecamel?" Stiles jokingly said before he looked like he was going to puke.

"Last night was your idea Mr. Stilinski," I told him poking his shoulder before I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I noticed Lydia helped Kira out of her car and dragged the boys over.

"How do neither of you look how I feel?" Kira asked as I made my way over to them.

"Practice my dear Kira." Lydia said supporting our friend by her shoulders. I helped Stiles somewhat walk into the building and over to our lockers.

"Maybe you should go home Kira?" I suggested to her. She shook her head and instantly regretted it suddenly looking green. I parted ways with the girls as we neared my locker, Stiles nodded his head as he and Scott walked in the direction of Scott's locker first, I could see Liam standing at my locker with Mason, they looked they were in a heated discussion, but I walked over there anyway, wouldn't be a first I walked into a 'discussion' with them.

They looked away from each other when they saw me but went straight back to it while I got my books. I slipped my hand into Liam's hesitantly as I walked between the two. I still wasn't sure what they were talking about, so I tuned them out.

The rest of the day I had to watch as Kira got worse, maybe her drinking wasn't such a great idea. Stiles seemed to have been getting better as the day progressed, he even saved me a seat at lunch while Mason and Liam kept up their argument from this morning. I held Liam's hand when we weren't in class, and daydreamed throughout every one of my classes, I think I took notes, but if I did, I don't remember doing them. I was just thankful I didn't have Biology or Chemistry today.

My mind had been on Liam, the full moon was Friday, and he was still unable to completely keep his cool. By the end of the day I was emotionally drained, I ended up walking home ignoring everyone and my phone. It wasn't until Stiles' baby blue jeep rolled up beside me and he and Liam jumped out causing me to jump.

"Whoa Amya, what were you thinking about, we've been honking the horn at you for a good 10 minutes." Liam said standing in front of me. I looked down avoiding Liam's eyes.

"The full moon is on Friday Liam, and you still can't control it fully, I'm just worried," I told him resting my hands on his biceps. His hands rested on my hips.

"Oh my god, they're getting mushy, why did I volunteer to find her." Heard Stiles muffled mumbling in the background.

"Mya, it's okay, I'll be fine as long as your there and Scott's there to hold me back if I do get out of control, okay everything will be okay, we've done this before why is it effecting you so much now?" he asked me tilting my chin up to look at him, my eyes filled with tears. "Oh god, no, please tell me he didn't do that too, Amya, tell me did he hurt you on a full moon?" he asked me, the tears cascaded down my face as he pulled me to his chest where I sobbed for a little while, giving him his answer.

I looked up when I felt a drop of rain fall on my head. As I looked at the sky it started to bucket down heavier. A smile crept it's way onto my face.

"Is that seriously something that cheers you up?" Liam asked pointing to the sky as Stiles climbed into his jeep muttering about getting wet. "The rain makes you happy?" I nodded my head and let Liam go spinning in circles with my head back looking up at the sky as the rain pelted down on me. Liam joined me soon after putting his hands around my waist and spinning us around, as the rain soaked the both of us through, I giggled as I lifted my head to the sky once more before Liam pulled me into him and crashed his amazingly warm lips onto mine and kissed me in the rain.

Stiles' P.O.V

I groaned as it started raining, I booked it to the jeep over the other side of the road and climbed in. I knew Amya loved the rain, but Liam didn't, they'll be out there for a while. I watched her for a little while, taking in the beauty of her, glad that she was finally truly happy, when Liam came up to her putting his arms around her waist her grin expanded exponentially. I was glad he makes her so happy; she needs that. I can still remember when I first saw her, Lydia instantly took a liking to her, so it was easy enough to hide my feelings, still is she's got someone that makes her really happy. I knew that she used to talk to Scott a lot in middle school, back when he was a nerdy weirdo, which is why she was able to trust him so easily after her father was murdered by Jackson.

Her giggle brought me out of my thoughts and I took my phone out to snap a picture of the two youngest in the pack. I took one when he kissed her. That has always been her dream. A kiss in the rain from the perfect guy. I may be slightly jealous but I will push it away so that girl can be happy. I'm just happy that he makes her happy. I have Malia now, I'm just not sure what's going on with her at the moment. He picked her up spinning her around.

I was thinking now would be the time to leave those two to have their moment, they know how to get back to Scott's, I snapped one last pic, I'd send them to her later. I grinned and started the engine of my baby speeding off towards Scott's place where everyone else was waiting for Amya to get home.

I walked through the door and everyone jumped up expecting me to have her and Liam following me in.

"They're out there kissing in the rain, just like she has always wanted." I tried not to seem too jealous as I walked over to the fridge to get out the orange juice, but I noticed the way Scott looked at me. He knew, and I think he has known for quite some time.

Amya's P.O.V

Liam and I stood in the rain a bit longer, my hair was sticking to the side of my face but Liam brushed it away.

"Your beautiful." He whispered as he ran his thumb across my cheek. I blushed and looked down avoiding his eyes, his hand came to my chin and tilted it upwards so I could no longer avoid his eyes. "Don't hide your face Mya," he stopped as our eyes met, "You have beautiful eyes, they are like the perfect mix of green and brown." He dipped his head down and captured my lips with his, this kiss was different from the last couple, he was gentle but also passionate, and his hands rested on my hips as he gently pulled me flush against his body more. My hands rested on his chest and I could feel every muscle tense under my touch, his hand slipped up the side of my shirt and I shivered at the skin to skin contact. He pulled away leaving me breathless.

"We should go, Scott's probably going out of his mind with worry right now." I told Liam as I grabbed his hand and skipped down the road, he walked casually beside me, as I danced and skipped along as the rain pelted down on us. I was definitely going to get sick. Liam laughed at my childish antics as he hurried to keep up with me after I bolted to a nearby park. I sat down on the rickety old swing and looked up to the sky.

"I thought you said Scott would be worried." Liam asked me coming and sitting beside me, the rain hadn't lightened but I didn't care, Liam couldn't get sick, and he seemed adamant on staying out here with me.

"I can see my house from here, if we're not back in half an hour he will come here looking for us. This was always my favourite place as a kid, so many memories of before mom and Camdon died and before Isaac went crazy. Oh let me show you something," I jumped off the swing and took his hand.

"Mya you're going to get sick out here," he told me but followed me regardless. I rushed through the thick tree's, one scratching my arm now and then, until we got to the place where I wanted to go. I took a deep breath and it seemed like the rain eased up slightly. It was a little clearing in the woods with a small river running through the middle.

"I've always wanted to explore more of the woods out here, but knowing about the supernatural and also having Scott as my brother makes me rethink a lot of my impulses. But I found this one time after running away from my father." I walked away and over to a tree where a poorly made tree house stood. "I had Camdon help me build this and I would run here when dad started beating us, then when Camdon died I hid in here for a month before Isaac came and got me." I leant against the old wood, the rain had lightened to a soft drizzle, looking like it just wanted Liam and I to have a moment. I sighed as I watched Liam, his eyes wide as he took in his surroundings. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped slightly at the contact but turned around to face me.

"Why me?" he asked me wrapping his arms around me.

"Because as long as I've known you, you haven't physically hurt me, yes we fought, yes I was a bitch and you were an asshole, but in the end I think it was clear from the start. It was fate, Scott didn't just bite you to save your life, you were able to start a new life and, as cheesy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be all along too. I think that everybody we meet, we meet for a reason. Sometimes the path has been over looked but sometimes you're able to see where you're meant to be going. I think I can finally see it. I don't know it just feels right being with you," he opened his mouth to say something but I continued on. "I don't care about your I.E.D I don't care that you can't control yourself on a full moon. I'm going to be there with you every step of the way. I get these feelings sometimes, we all know I'm supernatural we just haven't figured it out yet. But the feelings I get they give me like a glimpse into the future, I'm not psychic, because I don't get full visions, I just don't know, all I know is it feels perfect being in your arms. Please don't ever leave me Liam." I told him resting my head on his chest. We stayed like that until it got dark and I started shivering.

"You really will get sick and Scott will kill me." Liam sighed pulling away from me. I sighed and followed him as he led us out of the clearing and towards my house.

Suddenly Liam's hand slipped out of my own and I heard a thud before Liam groaned.

"What happened? Are you okay? Liam, do you need help?" I turned around and noticed Liam had fallen in a person sized hole. There were a few littering around the park, and by the looks of things hand prints around each hole. I started to hyperventilate as I pulled my phone out of my pocket with shaky fingers, calling the only person I knew could help me and might possibly know what could be happening; Scott.

"Scott! Get to the park quickly there is something we need to show you." I hung up on him knowing he would be here shortly. I heard a grunt as Liam pulled himself out of the hole. I watched from my crouched position as the door opened and everyone flooded out and raced over here. I held out my arms to stop them coming any further any quicker.

"What happened?" Scott asked me walking slowly over to Liam and I.

"I fell in a hole." Liam chuckled as Scott looked down at the hole. I looked over at everyone and noticed that Stiles had his head in his hand and was shaking his head. Likely at my boyfriend and how childish he wanted to be.

Scott and Stiles crouched down to investigate further.

"It looks like someone was clawing their way out of here." Stiles mused picking up a small amount of dirt in his hands and raking his eyes over the other couple of holes that could be seen from our position.

"How many do you think there are?" I asked Scott in a small voice.

"I can only see four holes right now, but who knows we might need to come back during the day and look more." We all nodded.

"Scotty, do you know what came out of these things?" I asked him once again. He nods at me before looking around the group.

"Chimera's."

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Would you be able to write something for billy Hargrove possibly a soft version of him (sorry this is my first time requesting something ☺️)

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All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Words: 1353.

Warnings: Smut18+, Male Performing Oral, Fingering, Slightly Toxic Relationship.

A/n: I'm back! I have been working so much but please enjoy and I will be pumping through my requests! (A lot of Weasley Twin content is coming!) Please feel free to send more x Smut will be below the cut!

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Billy and I had gotten into another stupid argument over him going to a party without me. Typically he would give me the option and I would either attend or turn him down due to the group he was partying with. However on this occasion Billy hadn’t even mentioned tonight's gathering and that enraged me. Which has led me to laying in the bath, warm water engulfing my body and bubbles popping away on the surface. I sink lower into the tub, water washing over my shoulders as my knees hit the cool autumn air causing a sigh to escape my lips.

A knock reaps against the bathroom door, the soft voice of my mother dancing through the air.

“Sweetheart, how much longer will you be?”

I tilt my head back slightly, wanting nothing more than to stay in this bath.

“One second.” I call back, the water swishing from my movements as I stand, grabbing my towel and starting to dry myself. I do the robe up around my body, the soft fabric smooth against my skin. I pull open the door, my mother applying her lipstick in the hallway mirror.

“Your father and I are leaving for Aunt Hilda’s now.” My mother smiles, her hand touching the fluffy fabric of my robe.

“Say hello to her for me.” My mother nods in response, before pulling me into a warm embrace. “When will you be home?”

“Sunday night, remember no boys, I don’t want to find Mr Hargrove in your bed on Monday morning.” My mother warns as I chuckle.

“No need to worry about that.” I pull away from the hug, a sad expression on her face.

“Nothing to be sad about, we didn’t break up or anything, just not seeing eye to eye.”

“Again? Darling, I don’t know if this is healthy.” I pout at my mother’s input, her hand rubbing up and down my arm with sympathy.

“It’s fine, really.” A small smile dances across my lips trying to be reassuring to her.

“Okay honey, let me know if you need anything, your dad has left money on the table for you.” My mother kisses my cheek softly before walking down stairs to join my dad.

“Love you honey!” My father’s voice booms up the staircase as I call back my reply, telling them both I love them and to enjoy themselves. I wander into my room searching through my drawers as my fingers come into contact with Billy's white tee, the cotton fabric soft against my fingertips. I hold it up to my nose smelling the shirt as a small hint of his cologne flows through my senses. I pull the shirt over my head, deciding to wear it anyway, mainly for comfort while I’m alone in this big house. I pull on long pajama pants before walking downstairs to figure out something to eat.

I grab out a box of mac and cheese figuring it would be an easier choice than anything else. While reading the back of the packet, a loud booming knock lands on the front door, startling me.

“Shit.” I mumble to myself, placing my hand over my racing heart. The banging continues as I rush to the door. “I’m coming!” I pull open the door, revealing Billy, holding flowers, looking like a lost puppy.

“Cute flowers, no party?” I lean against the door frame waiting for his reply, I know my words are cold but seeing him right now isn’t thrilling me.

“Baby, I screwed up.” Billy starts as I hum in agreement. “Can I come in?” I tilt my head slightly, a cool breeze washing through my hair before I succumb to his request, moving from the doorway, allowing his body to brush against mine before closing the door behind him. Billy walks over to the dining room, placing the flowers on the table and leaning against the wooden frame.

“I should of talked to you about the stupid party, I didn’t think you’d want to go and didn’t realise what I was missing.” Billy’s eyes wander over my body causing me to cross my arms over my chest.

“Parties are something we argue about a lot.”

Billy walks closer to me, his finger moving under my chin to allow our eyes to connect.

“I know and I’m sorry baby.” I hum in acknowledgement, my eyes quickly flicking to his lips before locking back to his eyes, a small cocky smirk dancing across his face.

“My girl knows I love her, right?” Billy asks as I softly nod my head, Billy licks his lips before cupping my neck in his palm, our lips falling together. I instinctively moan into his mouth, my fingers tugging on the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands softly roam my body, a small gasp falls from my lips as he pinches my hardened nipples.

Billy pulls away from our kiss, my breathless whimper filling the space between us. Billy picks me up quickly and places me on the table.

“Let me show you just how sorry I am.” Billy whispers, his lips kissing down my neck, sucking and licking the skin. I lean back on my palms, allowing my body to be more open for him.

Billy tugs at the shirt covering my body, pulling it over my head as his lips instantly latch onto my nipple, pulling the nub between his teeth, a soft hiss falling from my lips. I watch Billy kiss his way down my body, slowly pulling down my pants, kissing my thighs as the fabric falls from my skin, a small chuckle rumbling through his chest as he looks over my pussy.

“Naughty girl, no panites huh.” Heat fills my cheeks, his eyes dark with lust and hunger as he places my legs over his shoulders. Billy softly traces a figure eight on the outside of my pussy, the feather-like touch causes my breath to hitch, watching his every move tentatively.

Billy places a small kiss against my heat before slipping his tongue past my folds, collecting my wetness on the tip of his tongue.

A deep breath escapes me as I tilt my head back, reviling in the feeling on his tongue swirling around my clit. Billy’s hands fall to my hips, pulling me closer against his mouth, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin as he tongue flicks side to side. Tasting every inch of my heat, sucking my clit causing my eyes to roll back.

“Billy.” My fingers run through his hair, tugging on the strands as he moans, looking up at me with a wink. His tongue leaves my pussy being replaced by his index and middle fingers, rubbing slow circles on my clit. He kisses up my body, slipping two fingers inside of me, a waterfall of moans fall between us, his fingers moving in and out of me, the sound of my wetness hits my ears as our lips lock together.

I gasp, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth tasting myself on him. Billy’s thumb rubs fast circles on my clit, his fingers curling deep inside of me brushing against my g-spot. I break our kiss moaning loud as my mouth forms an ‘O’, feeling my body fall hot, the band inside of me tightening.

“Let go for me baby, cover my fingers.” I smirk at his words, rocking my hips against his fingers to bring my release closer.

“Just like that.” I whisper, Billy kisses up my neck softly biting my earlobe as my high flows through me, my legs shaking as I hold onto his shoulders tightly.

“Good girl baby.” I bite my lip to muffle my whimper, my mouth falling open in slight shock as Billy sucks on his fingers.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Billy winks as my chest rises and falls. “I am sorry babygirl.”

I nod at his apology, licking my lips pulling him closer to me by his shirt.

“Stay until Sunday and make it up to me.” I wink, causing Billy to smile wide.

“Anything for you.”

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Introducing Clay to your family for the first time and he brings all the guys with him for support 😂

Bringing In Reinforcements

Clay Spenser x Reader

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Summary: Clay gets super nervous over meeting your family for the first time, so he gets his brothers to come with him as reinforcements.

The house was still, the only sound was the low hum from the radio as you started getting everything ready for the post Christmas buffet that your family had every year. This year it was your turn to host and as the family was getting bigger every year it made sense as you had the biggest house. Looking around the kitchen you looked at all of the sides covered in trays of finger food. All of the packaging tossed onto the island in the centre of the room. Grabbing your notebook you started to work out the timings for when each tray needed to go into the oven.

You had decided to leave Clay sleeping in bed, he didn’t get back from the spin up until the early hours of the morning. The plans you had for the Christmas season changed due to his work. This was your first Christmas together so he hadn’t met your parents yet, but today was the day they would finally meet the guy who had stolen your heart.

Clay woke up to an empty bed, causing a frown to appear on his face. Rolling out of bed he pulled on a pair of sweatpants before coming to look for you. He knew you would have gotten up early this morning to prepare for your family coming round later today. The moment he walked into the kitchen he felt like his heart was going to explode, the sight of you with bed hair and wearing nothing but one of his shirts not only made his heart skip a beat but made his dick twitch as well.

“Morning Babygirl.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you in his strong arms. His chin resting on the top of your head.

“Morning Baby.” You breathed, letting your body sink into his touch. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Like a baby.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, stepping back from you to make a coffee. As he was getting two mugs out of the cupboard he glanced around the kitchen chucking at the sight of all the food. “Are you expecting to feed the whole of the Navy?”

“Trust me there won’t be much left of this lot once my family get their claws into it.” You giggled, as your next timer had gone off to put the next tray into the oven. Glancing over you shoulder you could see the nerves bouncing off him, it wasn’t normally like him to get so nervous but he knew how close you were to your family so he wanted to make a good impression.

The moment Clay walked down the stairs in his black jeans and a tight fitting white dress shirt, you nearly spat your drink across the room. Your Dad and brother raising their brow at you. Ignoring their expression you pushed yourself to your feet, making your way over to Clay. placing your hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, you gently kissed him before smiling lovingly at him. The moment was disrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open. Looking over you saw Sonny standing there with a keg and a bottle of whisky under his arm, and the rest of the team standing behind him.

“You invited the boys?” You laughed, raising your brow at him.

“For reinforcement.”

Your heart melted at his words, this was someone who lived their life kicking down doors for a living, a man that never got nervous but here he was nervous about meeting your family. To the point he invited his brothers round for moral support.

“They will love you, trust me.” You said softly with a smile on your face. “Now come on, now you have your back up lets go formally introduce you to my tribe.”

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The Sadir Inheritance {Sam Drake x F!Reader} Chapter 4

Summary: The lure of adventure and a handsome sum of money may not be the only attractive thing about this expedition…

A series of events that ensues when a headstrong twenty-something tags along with one Samuel Drake to uncover his latest discovery.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

CW: nothing...maybe swearing? I can’t even remember.

"I... don't know, sweetheart. I think it's best you stay here,”

You huff, arms folded, staring at your coffee table, covered in a few snacks, as well as notes from both your museum trip and the two days since. The three of you have spent hours delving into your dissertation notes to fill the gaps in Sam and Scott’s knowledge of 19th century Jordanian custom.

"It's not personal," Sam leans forward on your sofa as you stand opposite. "I just don't want you getting hurt, is all." You take a deep breath and hold it as you piece together your next sentence. “Which I think is a fair argument- really, you should be thanking m-”

"Sammy,” you start, matter-of-factly. Sam grimaces, most likely due to the terrible choice of nickname, "I'm not expecting to come galavanting through all those... glorified... parkour escapades with you- I mean, mate…” You let out a short laugh, "I can hardly climb two flights of stairs without having an asthma attack."

Sam's eyebrows raise slightly, taking a swig of his beer. "I just... it would be an incredible chance to see something I’ve wanted to see for half of my life. That's all." Your shoulders drop, and you lean back on the mantelpiece behind you.

"You're still involved. You can sit here with your little laptop, doing all the important stuff- staying in touch with us. It's what you're good at."

You frown. “Sit here with my little laptop? Thanks.” Condescending prick.

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Look. You don't want to be a part of the dirty work, trust me. That's why I've got him here." He tilts his beer bottle towards your patio doors- where Scott stands outside, talking into his phone.

"But that's it, though!" You whine. "I don't want to just be 'sat here.' Just... this once. I mean, being able to see Petra would be amazing for me- my dissertation." You walk around the coffee table, plonking yourself down onto it, now sitting in front of Sam.

You take a tortilla chip from the bowl you placed there earlier, waving it as you speak. "Humour me for a moment." You lean forward, munching on the chip. He copies your leaning, squinting slightly as he reaches beside you, placing his beer on a coaster.

"What is this? Some sort of duel?” He smirks at your determined demeanour. He’s met with an eye roll from your side.

"I come with you both," you begin to propose as Scott walks towards the door, finishing his phone call. “Stay in the hotel, do whatever research I'd be doing here-"

"Struggling to build yourself a case, here.” Sam cuts you off.

“Let me finish.” You press a finger to his lips, frowning. He frowns, but huffs a short laugh as you do so. “I do the research, we can regroup every evening, rather than relying on shitty foreign wifi and- for the love of God- broken sleep schedules, and I tag along to the touristy places. You know, where the history is... and the security guards."

"I appreciate all of that. I really do," Sam says, gently reaching for your wrist, removing your finger from over his mouth. Your eyes follow his hand as he places yours atop your thigh. "But I can't risk you getting involved with anything messy. We could come across some dangerous people, and if you got caught up in that, I don't think-"

"You don't think I could handle myself?" You jab, staring back up at him with an arched brow. He squeezes your hand slightly, shaking his head with a half-smile.

"Oh no, if you're half as good at defending yourself as you are at jumping to conclusions, I think you could handle yourself just fine." He suppresses a chuckle. "Listen. If you got caught up in any shit- or got hurt? I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself."

You chew on your bottom lip in thought, suddenly feeling the urge to avoid eye contact. As you rack your brain for a response, Scott slides the door open. Sam removes his hand from yours rather quickly and reaches for his beer, leaning back into the sofa as Scott finishes his phone call.

"Yep... yeah, great... okay. Yeah, he's here now, you wanna talk to him? Oh... okay, I'll tell him now. Cheers, Chlo'. See ya."

You slouch in your makeshift coffee table seat, miserably grabbing another small handful of tortilla chips. "That was Chloe," Scott smiles, putting his phone back into his jacket pocket.

"She good?" Sam says, taking a sip. Scott nods, resuming his beer bottle he'd started earlier.

"Sent through our boarding passes, so we're all ready to go now."

You let out a defeated sigh, getting up to get another drink for yourself from the fridge as you chew your mouthful.

"What's up, buttercup?" Scott says, popping the 'p' as he turns his head to face you. You grab a can of cider and open it, taking a swig. You shake the can towards Sam, who rolls his eyes. "Ahh, you still not letting her tag along?" Scott questions with a smirk.

"I'm incapable of making my own decisions, apparently," you walk back over to the sofa, sitting next to Sam. You sigh dramatically, swivelling your legs around to Sam's lap. He tuts, taking another swig of his beer as you rest your cider can on your stomach, plinking the metal ring-pull against the top of the can.

Scott chuckles, walking around and sitting in the armchair perpendicular to the sofa. "We've got no rivals, man. There shouldn't be any danger, right? Plus, she's an adult."

You extend an arm out, gesturing towards Scott as you look at Sam as if saying ‘see?’.

"Two against one, huh. Nice," Sam mutters, resting his beer bottle on your knee as he tiredly rubs his eyes.

"You heard the man. I'm a big girl," you mutter, plastering an annoying pout onto your lips.

Sam shoves your legs off of him, making you sit up properly. He sighs, stands up after putting his half-empty beer bottle onto a coaster, and walks over to his sherpa draped over the back of a dining chair.

You watch him pull out a cigarette and his lighter. You stare at him, slightly withdrawn as he puts the unlit cigarette between his lips- perhaps you've gone too far with the pestering.

You turn to Scott to gauge his reaction, but he is too busy typing on his phone with one hand and swigging his beer with the other. You turn back to your cider can, taking a sip, reserved.

Sam lets out a heavy sigh, catching your attention. He is fiddling with his lighter, flicking it repeatedly as a he becomes engrossed by his own thoughts.

"You good, mate?" Scott says, knocking Sam out of his focused state. He turns around, muttering a 'mhm' before glancing at you. You offer him a nervous toothy grin.

"You are..." he pulls his phone out of his jeans' pocket, speaking through his closed teeth, “becoming a pain in my ass." You frown in confusion as he walks around the back of the sofa towards the patio doors, slipping outside as he taps around his phone screen. He lights his cigarette before he begins to talk down the phone.

You turn to Scott. He shrugs, just as confused. You sip more of your cider as Scott begins to read through some of the papers.

The door slides open, and Sam sticks his head in, his phone pressed between his head and shoulder as he stretches his other arm out to avoid allowing the cigarette smoke to traverse its way inside.

"You've got one minute to find your passport number before I change my mind."

***

So, you've somehow convinced him to let you tag along; a scoff from next to you pulls your attention back to the present.

"You'd think all the times he's been through airport security would've been enough to master not getting frisked." You breathe out a chuckle at Scott's remark, watching as he quickly unlocks, then re-locks his phone.

"I told him to take his belt off." You sigh, leaning against a large security warning poster.

“Ooo-err.” Scott playfully nudges your shoulder with a wink.

You scoff, turning to zip your passport back into one of the compartments of your holdall in an attempt to hide the heat spreading across your cheeks. Bouncing your legs impatiently, you watch Sam get ushered to the side by a security officer.

After 45 minutes of hunting down a space in the airport's main parking lot, not to mention the queue to pay for parking your car, alongside Sam's incessant comments on your clutch control whilst he fiddles with the radio from the front passenger seat, it's safe to say you are stressed out. The prospect of missing your flight to Jordan is the latest addition to your growing list of worries.

Perhaps lying to your boss about coming down with a serious case of food poisoning wasn't the smoothest of lies to tell, and Sam's reluctance towards your request to accompany the two men a few days prior had you playing a series of questions on a loop in your head. Is he genuinely concerned for you safety, or does he just plain not want you there?

"We've still got two hours ’til take off. You don't need to stress, hun,” you look back towards the security section, unable to hide your amused smirk as a slightly humbled Sam steps out of the body scanner that he'd been shunted into by an unimpressed security guard.

He grabs his things out of the tray as it rolls down the conveyor belt, shoving them into their respective pockets before slinging his holdall over his shoulder.

Sam puts his sunglasses on and holds his passport between his teeth as he begins to thread his belt back through the loops in his navy jeans.

You watch him lift his t-shirt so it won't get stuck in the buckle, allowing you to catch a quick glimpse of the small constellation of scars on his torso which you know all too much about.

He looks... toned. But equally, soft.

You clear your throat as his shirt drapes back over his stomach, suddenly deciding that your New Balances are extremely interesting to look at.

"Enjoy the show?" Sam mutters as he moves his passport to his back pocket, single handedly doing up his belt buckle as he shunts the strap of his holdall further up his shoulder. He smiles sarcastically and Scott snorts.

"Sullivan's spoiled you with all that private flying," he says, grinning as Sam shrugs in agreement.

“You’re quiet. Nothing smart to say?” He asks, gently kicking your shin to get your attention.

You look up at him with a smile.

“Sunglasses indoors? Pretentious." You nod towards the aviators perched on the top of his head, before bending to pick up your bag.

“Ahh, there she is.” A smirk appears on his lips as the three of you start walking towards the shops and restaurants inside the airport.

“And pretentious? No.” Sam looks down at you, pushing his aviators down and over his eyes in a successful attempt to make you laugh. "Some of us just like to make an effort. Ya never know who you're going to bump into in a place like this." He wiggles his eyebrows.

You frown in mock thought. "Hmm. A miserable security guard, or a sleep-deprived check-in assistant? The world is your oyster!" You bite your cheek in thought for a second as he shakes his head. "Anyway, you're the one that normally bangs on about 'substance over style,' and I've seen my fair share of your questionable fashion choices over video call, sooo-" You bare your teeth in a mock grimace as he snickers down at you, nudging your side with his holdall. “Keep the flirting for those who reciprocate the interest.”

"Okay, smartass. What about all those air hostesses back at check in? Oh- didn't you just see the way that security girl patted me down? Reciprocation, you say? She definitely lingered."

You laugh out loud as he smirks down at you, though there’s little mirth to it. "Oh yeah? She lingered, did she? You sure she wasn't... you know, doing her job?" A small voice in your mind protests, questioning why you're bothered by something so trivial.

"No, no. There was lingering." You watch as he turns back towards security. You feel your smile fade as he squints, most likely looking out for said 'security girl.' You clear your throat, looking down to the floor as the three of you continue walking.

"I, uh, hate to break up such a riveting conversation, but could we go and grab something to nosh?” Scott speaks from your other side, a small, expectant smile playing on his lips. "My stomach's getting a bit too vocal, and I'd rather not endure that plastic airplane food."

"Good shout." Sam answers, your head firmly fixed on the floor until Scott nudges you for a response.

"Uh- yeah, sure." You answer, though you've inexplicably lost your appetite, your attempt at nonchalance falling flat as your eyes involuntarily dart towards the security checkpoint.

Uncomfortably, you hold your gaze to the floor as the three of you continue walking. It's the first time you've felt this peculiar twinge of something not too dissimilar to…jealousy, a feeling that catches you off guard.

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dickhead start talking to each other about where to go for food as you slow up a tad, catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of duty-free shop window. You settle your hoodie, squeezing your eyes shut for a second in an attempt to dislodge the uptight-bitch-look that’s plastered its way onto your face before you carry on walking.

Deep down, you find yourself questioning the unexpected surge of emotions, though you attempt to shake off the thought, attributing it to the absurdity of the situation. This is not like you.

Right in the back of your mind, a seed has been planted.

[endlessymphony]

It’s You.

pairing - fred weasley x reader

summary - best-friends to lovers <3 fred finally recognizes his feelings for his closest friend. wc - 1.4k

based on some of these - https://oc-interrogation.tumblr.com/post/647240190963908608/friends-to-lovers-prompts-for-when-theyve-finally

a/n - this is cute, but barely has a plot :,) i’m sorry !

Inseparable.

That’s how people would describe you and Fred since the two of you became practically attached at the hip by the age of five. Your parents had gone to school with Molly and Arthur, therefore resulting in your families being quite close- intertwined almost at certain points, hell, your families even vacationed with each other. It was surprising when one was seen without the other, since everyone started to act like you guys were some sort of package deal.

Well, it did seem that way- You guys did everything together and shared a lot of things as well; having a lot of the same classes, the same friends, you were even both on the Quidditch team since Fred didn’t want to go to the try-outs alone, and you guys were even able to understand each other without speaking.

The feelings remained strictly platonic up until sixth year when Fred went home for the winter break. Molly combed through his hair as your family was coming to visit the Weasley’s for dinner and a gift-exchange. She attempted to make small-talk with him, “So Fred, has anyone caught your eye this year?” she hummed, smiling sweetly as he turned to face her. He pursed his lips. “No.” was the easy answer.

“I heard from Y/N’s mum that Y/N is interested in a boy named Cedric,” Molly started, “but you didn’t hear that from me.” His stomach churned, unknown feelings bubbling up into his chest as he felt his heart start to crumble. A small “oh” was the only thing he could muster, turning away to look down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. “He’s handsome, and good at everything. I can see why Y/N would like him.” He tried to contribute to the conversation.

Fred didn’t know why he was taking that information like this, ‘I don’t even like them!’ he practically screamed inside his head.

Molly pulled the comb away and set it down on the dresser, patting his shoulder before smoothing out some of the wrinkles on his shirt. “They’ll be here soon. Come help me set the table, yeah?”

“Yeah.” The feeling in the pit of his stomach was only growing by that point, consuming him.

maybe he did like you after all...

You were sitting in the great-hall, picking at your food as you half-listened to all the chatter around you. You looked up and caught Fred’s gaze, the two of you sharing a small smile. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed and you nodded, ‘not hungry.’ You both went back to what you were doing previously. Dinner eventually came to an end, and you managed to sneak out early. He walked out of the Great Hall with Lee and George, the same sickening feeling returning as he spotted you and Cedric chatting away in the hall; you were giggling over something Cedric said. It made him feel defeated.

You noticed your friends, starting to walk towards them. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” you called out to Cedric as you hurried to catch-up with Fred and the others. You began to walk alongside them, looking up at Fred and frowning slightly when you noticed that he had his brows furrowed. “You always do that with your eyebrows when you're sad,” you commented, he looked down at you and released the tension that had unknowingly gathered in his face. You continued, tilting your head slightly. “I hate to see you sad. What’s wrong?”

“Just got a shitty mark on a research paper, no big deal.” he shrugged your question off, forcing himself to smile so that you would stop asking questions. “Do you want a cookie? I managed to snag some.” Fred offered, pulling out the napkin-wrapped sweets from the pocket of his robe. You struggled to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nodded, reaching out to take one from him. “You always know my weaknesses, Weasley.”

He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes always seemed to glimmer when you smiled, and the way your cheeks flushed slightly, and your lips…

“this is why we’re best-friends.” that comment snapped him out of his daze. He nodded, “yeah, best-friends.”

He finished walking you to your dorm, cracking a few jokes along the way just to catch sight of that breath-taking smile a few times more.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Fred.”

He ruffled your hair slightly, pulling away to watch the door shut behind you; a small sigh escaping his lips as he turned to walk down the stairs, preparing to spend another night staring at the ceiling- wishing that the pillow next to him was you.

‘How do you tell someone you love them? Especially when it could ruin everything you’ve ever known. There’s safety in the comfort of knowing that at least you’ll always be their best-friend, at the very most. The uncertainty of reciprocated feelings twists your stomach, and could alter everything forever.’

A week had passed since then. Classes were out for the day and Fred was sitting on your bed watching you hold up a million different outfit combinations. “C’mon, I need more than an ‘okay’ or a ‘sure’” you whined, stressing yourself out. “what else are best-friends for if not to be each-others fashion advisors?”

“I never signed up for this.” He rolled onto his back, letting out a small huff, “So, you’re really going out with Diggory?”

You turned away from the mirror to raise an eyebrow, “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Nah.” Fred faked a smile, “Why would I have a problem with him? He’s a golden-boy, there's no one better for you.” ‘other than me.’ he thought, biting his tongue.

You smiled, turning back to pick up the two outfits you were torn between. “Ripped jeans and the green top, or…” you held-on to the ‘or’ as you picked up the other option. “The jean shorts and white graphic tee?” Fred pretended to be deep in thought, tapping at his chin with his index finger. “What shoes?” he asks. “My Converse, probably.” You look down at your socked feet briefly before looking back up at him. “Then go with the shorts, it’s hot, and… why don’t you wear the green top with them? The colour works with your skin.” He smiles for real this time, imagining how nice you would look in the outfit.

“Thanks Freddy, now look away, I’m changing.”

“Oh c’mon, it's not like I haven’t seen you change before.” He teases.

“Shut up, it’s different now. Cover your eyes!” you laugh and toss the white top at his face.

“Fine, fine. Eyes are covered.” Fred grumbles as he puts his hands in front of his eyes, waiting for the ‘all good’ from you to look again.

You hurry to get changed, eventually telling Fred he can look again. He hurriedly uncovered his eyes, a smile growing as he looks you up and down. “What are you looking at?” you shoot, playfully. “You look stupid.” he replies as he maneuvers himself so he’s sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you start to struggle with the clasp of a necklace. Fred shakes his head and stands up, standing behind you and taking the clasp from your hands. “Let me help.” His voice was low and gentle. You smile to yourself, face flushing slightly as you feel his cool hands against your warm skin. He finishes with the necklace and you turn to look in the mirror, Fred looking in it with you.

“You look gorgeous.” he places a hand on your shoulder, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Oh, shut up.” you muse back at him, turning to face him. “No, I seriously mean it.” Fred looks at you, looking genuinely sincere. “You look amazing, breathtaking even.” He pretends to brush a strand of hair from your face, just looking for an excuse to touch you, hand eventually resting against your cheek. “Diggory is really lucky.”

For a second, you forgot about Cedric- the outside world seemed to fall away. It was just you and Fred, like it had always been, but this time something was different. The atmosphere had changed, and he was looking at you in a way that you had never seen before. You felt your stomach flip as you locked gazes, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Something took over him.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” he mumbled, leaning down slightly to press his forehead against yours. And you did; It was sweet, and short, definitely not what you would expect from someone like Fred.

“I’ve waited so long to do that.” Fred chuckles, a bit breathless. His heart was going what felt like 300 mph, and his face was feeling red-hot. “No one ever compared to you. I mean, how could anyone compare to you?”

“Forget Diggory.” you said, tone breathy. “Kiss me again.” A smile spread across both of your faces.

Fred had no issue doing exactly what you had asked for.

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[velvetcloxds]

PLEASE, CALL ME REMUS| R.L.

Pairing: Remus x fem!Reader, Remus x Student,  Teen Wolf x Hogwarts

Word count: 2466 words

Warning: student teacher relationship sort of (reader is of age, Remus is leaving Hogwarts)

Summary: When news gets out of Remus leaving Hogwarts, the reader pays him a visit in his office before he goes, revealing that she has feelings for him and asking if he feels the same.

I steal a quick glance to the other side of the hall, seeing Harry standing up slowly, cursing under his breath as he looks at me. I smile at him, mouthing an apology before turning to the already open classroom door, slipping passed the chairs and drifting up the stairs where I release a soft breath when looking up to see him packing his office into boxes.

"Professor?" I question almost inaudible, the determination I had to come here slipping away into nerves from the pure idea of his presence. He halts his actions for a sweet second, the softest whisper of a smile tugging at his lips when he notices me.

"Y/n..." He whispers, shaking his head lightly before looking up at me. "I expected you to come see me eventually." I smile, placing my hand on the doorframe as I lean into it.

"I accidently pushed Harry Potter down in order to beat him here, " He smiles, eyes meeting mine as my lips mimic his. "If he does end up saving the world, he may just let me burn." I add, with a shrug which earns a soft laugh from him as he pulls his hair from his face, my heart sinking at the clear view of his new scars.

"Come in," He tells me, gesturing towards the door. "Close it behind you." He adds and I blush lightly as I step into his office, hands lingering on the doorknob.

"You're leaving." I say, still facing the door as I take advantage of the opportunity to get a grip on myself. He breathes out softly.

"I am," He replies, faltering as I turn around to face him. "It's not a decision that I took lightly in making," He offers as a sense of reasoning and I smile sadly, eyes avoiding his as I rake them over the piles of books on his desk. "Believe me, dear Y/n, if there was another option, I would take it gladly." He adds, leaning back against his bookshelf, hands moving to his pockets.

"I know," I say, taking a small step forward towards his desk, mindlessly taking a book into my hands, skimming over the title as I feel his eyes on me. "I'll miss you," I say and move my fingers over the golden writing. "It was rather comforting having someone around just like me." He nods.

"Indeed," He takes a step forward as well, gently taking the book from my hands. "Though I'd be honest, Y/n, you are the furthest from being like me than anyone I'd yet to meet," He raises a brow when I meet his gaze. "You are far too good and far too kind to be identifying with the remainder of the lycanthrope species." I smile, wanting to drop my hand until he carefully takes it into his.

"I have to ask," I begin, attention jumping to the soft motion of his thumb moving against mine. "The feelings that I have for you, Professor," He sighs deeply as the word leaves my lips and I smile in reply. "Were they misplaced?" I question and I feel my cheeks tinting rose as I await his response.

"Never," He whispers almost urgently, eyes filling with guilt as he takes yet another step towards me. "Respectfully, miss Y/n, I'd have to confess that there was not a second of the day which you were not dwelling in my thoughts." He smiles, a blush of his own meeting his cheeks. I nod, tightening my fingers around his to savor his touch.

"Respectfully, Professor Lupin, I'd have to confess the very same," We smile, a second of silence as I desperately take his features and presence in for one last time and I hope his silence is due to him doing the same, because I put up no effort to hide my eyes traveling from feature to feature, pausing for a second as if I am making a mental note of all my favorite parts. "Will I ever see you again?" I question carefully, knowing the answer already, but hoping for the opposite anyway.

"I am not sure we will." He answers carefully, eyes falling, and shoulders slumping, and I prepare to remove my hand from his. I nod, ripping my eyes away from him when I hear footsteps stilling in front of the door.

"Bloody seventh years doing as they please. I ought to report her to Dumbledore, is what I should do." Harry's voice drifts into the silent office and I fill with disappointment knowing our time is up.

Professor Lupin smiles sadly, lifting my hand to his lips where he places a whisper of a kiss against my knuckles, his breath tickling my skin as he pulls away.

"I will miss you, Y/n," He tells me softly, knowing that Harry may hear from outside the door. "It was an absolute pleasure getting to know you." I release a shaky breath, eyes burning slightly as I bite back tears.

"Will you be okay?" I ask, allowing myself to steal a glance at his scars. "Will you be safe on your own?" I add and his entire face smiles as he looks at me.

"I have been struggling with my disease for longer than I can remember," He tells me. "I have been worse, and I'll be worse still, but me and my troubles are not your burden. I never hoped to be."

"You weren't," I say too quickly and he nods, releasing my hand to fall to my side. "If you ever find yourselves in the chaotic town of Beacon Hills, promise me you'll come see me." I plea, paying no mind to the desperation slipping from my tongue.

"I promise." He tells me as a knock sounds at the door.

"Professor?" Harry asks loudly. "Are you still in there?" I shake my head as I step away.

"Goodbye, Professor Lupin." I say and he shakes his head with a sad smile.

"Remus," He says and places the book from earlier down onto the table. "Please, call me Remus." He says and I nod.

"Goodbye Remus." I say and turn away, no longer able to control the urge to cry. I open the door quickly, Harry stepping aside when he sees me. Despite myself, I look back at Professor Lupin one more time, seeing him inch closer when he sees my tears and I shake my head, ignoring Harry's confusion as I walk away from the office and the man who somehow captured my heart, before I could break down completely.

The rest of the year passed in a blur. I remained as far from the chaos and trouble as I could, passing Professor Lupin's class a few times a day and watching as someone new interacted inside it. I could never quite explain what I felt for him. I would have called it a simple crush at first, but then again crushes very rarely share that feeling. I would have jotted in down as a case of lust, me being lonely and him being both kind and autoreactive. But all and all I decided to leave my feelings unclarified. I cared quite a lot for Remus Lupin, and I believe he cared for me as well. In different circumstances we may have had a chance for more, but I made morbid peace with the horrible fate that Hogwarts sealed for us.

"I think you're being dramatic." Stiles tells me, reaching over me to grab a fry from the plate.

"I'm not," I say taking a sip from my milkshake. "I have not known a single moment of peace since Derek Hale came into my life." I explain loudly, Derek laughing lightly from the other side of the booth and Scott simply nods. Lydia shakes her head at Stiles who steals a sip of her soda float.

"To be fair, you're still a witch, it's not like you'd be completely trouble free without Derek as your alpha." Malia says and she frowns when Scott wipes a napkin over her lip to remove some ketchup.

"Fair point," I say and lean forward. "However, I think my time at Hogwarts would've been much more enjoyable had I not been forced to tie myself up with chains in the shrieking shack every full moon." I add with a smile, laughs and nods filling the table and I sit back against the booth. Watching as they change the topic, laughing and smiling still.

But I cannot help but feel silly, the second I said it, Remus slipped into my mind. The memory of us running into each other on the first full moon he was at Hogwarts, him helping me with my chains before undergoing his own change, a protection spell keeping me hidden from his rage. I remember cleaning his wounds for the first time, checking for deep cuts and breaks. I remember the utter confusion on his face when I took some of his pain. I remember the small smile he gave me when I entered his class the next day to give him a message from Professor Snape. I remember every single smile he ever gave me; they were both rare and abundant, the real task was deciphering which were real and which were for show. I remember realizing that most of the real ones were aimed at me.

"So, I have a Hogwarts question." Stiles announces, his arm hitting mine as he turns towards me. I roll my eyes as I look up from the fries I was loosely staring at.

"You always do." I say and everyone laughs. Stiles scrunches his nose at me before leaning forward.

"How come you remained a witch after Derek bit you?" He says and Lydia nods.

"I don't know," I say with a shrug, knowing how often the question had bothered me in the past as well. "I had a friend who tried to explain it to me," I say, hoping that the table full of werewolves do not pick up on the change in my chemo signals. "He said that werewolves were basically like hybrids, half human and half wolf and seeing as I'm a witch, I'm simply half witch and half wolf."

"So, there are werewolves at Hogwarts too?" Malia asks and I nod.

"They're different though." I say and everyone looks at me for an explanation. "They can't control it like we do." I explain and fiddle with my fingers. "It's like the werewolf in them is a whole different soul without any empathy, without any concept of decency." I explain further, Stiles mocking a shiver next to me.

"It sounds awful." Lydia says and I nod, not meeting her gaze.

"It is." I say softly, Remus filling my mind again.

"Seems like you learnt a lot from your friend though." Scott notes and I nod with a smile.

"He was quite the teacher." I say and they smile in return. Derek glances at his watch and then frowns.

"It's late," He announces and takes the last sip of his soda. "We should get going, the rest of you bunch are graduating tomorrow." He explains and everyone agrees, slipping their cash onto the table as we all cover the cost and the tip.

"Are you coming?" Lydia asks and I shake my head.

"I'm going to grab another milkshake," I say and she raises a brow. "I'm good Lyds, I'll see you guys tomorrow," I smile. "Big day." I add and she nods.

"I'll be the one with the gown and the cap." She notes, leaning down to give me a quick hug before rushing to the exit where Stiles is holding the door open for her. I look out the window as I watch them all get into their cars, riding off a few minutes later into different directions. I let out a sigh.

I hate being alone, when I'm alone I always end up thinking of him.

"Butterbeer." The waiter says as he places the pitcher down in front of me. I frown.

"I'm sorry what?" I ask, looking between him and the table. There are only a few places on earth that serve butterbeer and Beacon Hills diner is not one of them.

"Butterbeer," The waiter repeats. "A guy brought it to the kitchen, said it's a inside joke or something." He explains and I sit up straight.

"What guy?" I ask as I look around the diner, the waiter joining me in the search.

"Man, he was here a second ago." He explains as my eyes catch the back of someone's head just as the diner door closes. It could not be. It could not possibly be.

"Excuse me." I say in a rush as I run to the exit, slipping my change into my pocket as I do.

The cold hits me like a wave of needles as I step into the street, the few cars scattered around me, belonging to regulars and workers and I let out a deflated sigh.

"I'm right here, miss Y/n," His voice informs me, and a shiver slowly vibrates through my entire body as I turn around to see him. His eyes almost twinkling in the shadow of the streetlight as he smiles at me from where he leans against my car. His smile grows as I stare at him blankly, my mind barely comprehending the fact that he is here, let alone here for me. He walks towards me carefully, as if he is scared to spook me. "I'm right here." He repeats, softer this time as he stills in front of me.

"Professor..." I whisper, more to myself than him as I rake my eyes over every feature of his face, checking my mental notes with the ones I made months ago when he left. He nods, gently slipping his hand into mine, lifting it to his lips like how he did in his office that day.

"Please..." He begins, lips brushing over the skin of my knuckles. "Call me Remus," I smile, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I senselessly move towards him, brining my hand over his scarred cheek as I almost desperately connect my lips with his own. The action prompts the most intoxicating smile from him before he returns the gesture, hands respectfully moving to my waist before he nimbly pulls away. He shakes his head as we remain close, eyes copying the actions of my own a few minutes ago. "You are remarkable, Y/n." He tells me breathless, and I smile, moving my hands to the collar of his coat.

"So are you, Remus." I say and his eyes darken the slightest bit as his name slips from my lips.

"Bloody hell." He whispers, nodding to himself and looking to the side before gently forcing me into his embrace, my face nestling into his chest as his cologne consumes me.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 25 - The Battle of Hogwarts (Part One)

Thanks to my gif maker and friend of course, @abimess.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Words: 5.550 K

A/N> The third to last chapter is here, a little late because I just forgot to publish it yesterday. Well, good luck and good reading everyone.

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Chapter 25 - Part XXV - The Battle of Hogwarts (Part One)

The first thing you notice when you arrive at Hogwarts is the sky.

Maybe it's because you fell backwards onto the ground, and the high was what was within reach of your gaze, but you can see clearly that the exact moment Wanda apparated you and Charles into the castle, was also the exact moment when the protection spells broke.

The great force field placed in the castle, breaking into luminous pieces in front of your eyes, would be beautiful to watch in any other situation.

Now, it just means that you arrived just in time for the fight to begin.

A gentle touch pulls you up, helping you stand.

Wanda's concerned face checking to see if everything is okay, and you have to push the ringing in your ear from the adrenaline to absorb her words:

"[...]Charles is not breathing, Y/N! Help me!" And suddenly your heart is beating so fast that you have barely stood and are kneeling again, now next to the man who has fallen to the ground.

"What happened?" you asked worriedly, watching him squirm, the wide wound in his throat.

"He splinched! I don't know why I-"

"It's okay, Wanda, give me your hand." You interrupted her trying to calm her down, pulling her close. "Do as you did with me, I'll help you."

"I-I don't know how, I-I-"

"Trust me, then, babe." You guided quickly, as Wanda lowered herself down beside you, and you intertwined your hands at the height of Charles' wound who was almost passing out. "Breathe, let your magic flow with mine. The same way you healed me, help him."

Wanda tried to control her nervous tears, taking a deep breath. Her hands trembled on top of yours.

But as soon as you felt her magic, you focused.

It was a strange feeling, healing someone with Wanda's magic.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and then it turned into a laugh of relief as the wound began to close.

Within seconds, Charles was blinking in confusion, trying to sit up, breathing normally.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" You asked, touching his shoulders, and he shook his head.

"O-okay." He replied breathlessly, impressed. "Thank you, ladies."

"What happened, Charles?" Wanda asked worriedly, helping him stand. The sky exploding around you.

"We appeared a second before the protection spell broke, girls." He explained as he looked up at the sky, "I figured it would be worth absorbing the damage, rather than putting you two in danger."

"That was stupidly brave, buddy." You mutter making him laugh.

"Let's hurry up, I think the fight is on the other side."

You were near the entrance to the stone circle, just before the Wooden Bridge. There was no one there, but the force field was disengaging almost completely at that point.

Grabbing the Sorting Hat that had fallen from your head, and the sword that Gryffindor Charles had made a small belt for you to hang on your back, you ran beside them toward the castle.

As the distance diminished, your body began to shiver.

Wanda was in danger here.

You pushed the feeling away, trying to ignore it.

She intertwined your hands together, trying to give you a minimum of reassurance as you crossed the wooden bridge.

"Don't come any closer!" Someone shouted from the edge of the entrance, his wand raised.

The person saw Charles, who was in front, first. Hence the hostility, you guessed.

And then he recognized you and Wanda.

"By merlin, it's them!" Shouted the boy. "Tony, it's your sister!"

You choked, stepping forward.

Tony stumbled out of the area he was covering, and had half a second before he recognized you for you to catch up to him, jumping on his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Idiot, your friend almost stupified us!" You fought between tears as he laughed in relief and hugged you back.

He let go of you to hug Wanda too, but the loud noises of explosions in the distance made you exchange knowing glances about continuing.

"We need to go, the walkers are coming through the front entrance." He directs, but before you guys can move, there is a loud whistle.

You turn toward the bridge entrance again.

There is a large group of wizards there, who have probably appeared in the forest.

"That's why we're here, Y/N. I put a bomb on the bridge. Come right in." Tony says quickly, pulling you guys off the bridge.

The group of wizards is led by a grim-faced man with a huge scar on his face.

"Stop hiding, children!" He shouts as he walks.

Tony exchanges a look with the boy who was watching, and shouts.

"Come on, don't you think it's pathetic to attack a school, Digger?" Tony teased, clearly wishing the man would advance on the bridge. "You sound desperate, buddy!"

And this Digger guy seemed to get annoyed, but his gaze fell on you and Wanda, and his expression flashed with anger.

"My, my, is the Scarlet Witch am I seeing? You guys are fools."

You would have moved forward, wiped that sick smile off his face, if Tony hadn't cast an incantation on the end of the bridge, which caused a huge explosion.

He rushed to get you guys out, pushing you back into the castle as the wooden bridge was destroyed and that whole little horde of walkers was defeated at once.

"That was incredible!" The boy from earlier commented as soon as the explosion was over, "I'm Scott Summers, nice to meet you all."

You frowned at the outstretched hand. The name was not unfamiliar to you. But it wasn't until Wanda discreetly whispered in your mind that he was a friend of Jean Grey's did you recognize him.

He greeted everyone quickly before Tony turned to you.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway?" He asked, now almost annoyed. "Mephisto is here, somewhere outside the field. Neither you nor Wanda should be anywhere near him."

You started walking back to the castle, as you spoke. "You shouldn't have attacked now, Tony, you don't understand. He can't die, it is an ancient magic, it's called horcruxes and-

"Well, break it then!" He interrupts impatiently, because you guys are running and he is trying to get to the others soon. " Actually, tell me how to break it, and go back to Strange's room, that psycho can't lay eyes on you."

"No chance, I'll fight with you." You contradict, and Tony turns around with a grimace, but doesn't have time to protest, because by the time you reach the inside of the castle, it's insane.

There are many wizards in there, from the order, from the ministry. Also, a lot of classmates and children. Your first thought is to mentally curse Stephen for not sending the students home.

But someone jumps on your neck. It's Gamora, hugging you so tightly that she almost knocks you to the ground.

"By Merlin, what you're doing here, you can't be here-"

"Good to see you too, little sister." You interrupt in a tearful laugh, some members of the order recognizing you as well, but they keep moving on out, probably to deal with the rest of Mephisto's army.

"She said something about death magic, Gamora, just get her out of the castle before he knows they're here." Tony warns and he looks at you for a second before following the crowd of wizards outside, wand in hand.

"Let's go down the top hallway and-" Gamora says, already pulling you along, but you don't move from your spot.

"No you don't understand, I need to destroy two things, and I need to know where Pietro is." You say quickly, and Gamora blinks in confusion before answering.

"I think Piete was covering the Suspension Bridge entrance but-"

Wanda is already running before Gamora is finished, and honestly, no chance in hell you won't follow her.

Gamora shouts your name about four times, but the crowd of people keeps her behind.

"We should get back to Agatha, girls." Charles tries to ration, but you and Wanda keep running.

Hogwarts has never been so crowded.

The students are getting desperate, and you think that's why they seem to be running everywhere.

The stairs are changing very quickly too, and you and Wanda grumble impatiently as you struggle to get to Pietro by them.

It's when you reach the third floor frame that you lose your breath all at once, and almost fall into the gap between the stairs, but Charles holds on by the cover.

"Stark, what is wrong?" he asks worriedly, and hearing this Wanda stops running, turning to check on you immediately.

But you're not listening.

I know you're here, child. And I'm going to kill every one of them if you don't give me back what’s mine.

You choke, shaking, blocking your mind. Mephisto had managed to get in for a second, long enough for you to fall to the floor.

"It's him." You gasp accepting Charles' help to stand properly. "He got inside my head, and he knows we're here, Wanda. We need to hurry."

"I have to find Pietro and-"

"I know, let's find him first and destroy the Horcruxes."

In the Suspension Bridge area, a duel was going on.

A small group of walkers were trying to invade the castle through that zone, and Professor T'Challa, along with Pietro were covering the place.

You didn't recognize any of the wizards, but it didn't matter much, because Wanda attacked them the next second, her magic going by the free space between Pietro and T'Challa to hit the three wizards with a wave of energy all at once, which threw them off the bridge.

The two boys turned around confused and impressed, but Wanda jumped on Pietro the next moment, hugging him tightly.

"Sestra!"He said, shocked, matching the squeeze with a tearful laugh. You smiled at the scene, but looked forward, and your stomach gave a complete flip.

"How touching, a family reunion." Hela mocked as she slowly approached, behind her, Loki and three other wizards you didn't know, "It'll be worth killing you all together then."

T'Challa attacked first, but Hela used a magic you had never seen before.

It was a black claw, coming out like an extension of her own hand. It didn't break apart with your teacher's stupore spell, but rather darted through his chest.

You let out a loud exclamation, widening your eyes.

T'Challa fell down to the floor, dead.

"Did you like my new trick? I learned a few months ago, when Maximoff brought us out of the forest. I needed to learn how to never let my bunnies run away again." Hela narrated as she pulled the claw back. "Nothing fairer than to use that on him don't you think?"

But you attacked, furiously.

A shower of spells began. Agatha's lessons had been worth it.

You were dueling three wizards at once.

Charles joined you at your side, while Pietro pulled the professor's body out of the way, sniffling softly.

And then Hela was aiming her claw at you again, and you had no idea which spell to use.

You know the spell. Kill her.

Hela missed as you pushed that sinister thought away.

Wanda hit her in the ribs with a wave of magic and she let out an angry and painful scream, the claw hit the wall behind you, narrowly missing your face.

You muttered a “Thanks, babe”, realizing that the claws had a regarch time.

Your problem for the next ten seconds was to keep your mind blocked from Mephisto, ignore the trembling in your body from having Wanda in danger, and dueling three witches at once.

Everything was under control.

Until Hela took aim at Wanda.

"No, she belongs to the dark lord!" The witch next to the woman shouted, but too late, because Hela shot.

And Pietro reached Wanda before you did.

He pushed her to the ground, and the claw went through his chest.

"N-no!" Wanda screamed, and everything exploded around you in a bright red light that threw you and everyone around.

You shook your head as you tried to understand what had happened.

But you raised your eyes to find Pietro on the ground, and Wanda standing there, a red circle around her before she attacked Hela with a energy so strong that completely disintegrated her.

And then the other three witches were targeted.

You reached Pietro, choking on his own blood.

Just like in Wanda's vision.

"Piete, no." You gasped tearfully, as you pressed your hands to his wound. "Please, buddy, keep your eyes open."

He just stared at you, losing his strength.

You could feel Wanda's liquid fury in your veins as she kept fighting.

And if you couldn't help her now, you would help Pietro.

The sorting hat fell from your head as she cast the spell, and you looked at Charles picking it up off the floor, a confused but impressed look on his face.

On the brim, the Hufflepuff's cup.

You remembered Agatha's memories in the same second. About the cup healing the wounded, like it healed Thanos' colleague.

And Charles threw it to you before you even asked.

As soon as it touched your bloody hands, the cup filled with a transparent liquid.

You recognized the appearance because Charles was an excellent potions mentor.

Pouring the fluid into the wound, Pietro cried out. His skin burned as it closed, but the wound gradually cleared.

"Wanda, he'll be okay, look!" You shouted, and it was the same second she was going to aim at Loki, who was already on the ground, his hands raised in pity.

She gasped out her own magic, turning to you.

Pietro was pale, but he was healed. And Wanda quickly knelt down to you, and you stepped back so she could hold him.

"Destroy it now, Miss Stark!" Charles directed as soon as the cup rolled from your hands to the floor.

You waved frantically, but when Wanda threw you with the magic, the sword fell forward as well.

And it was Loki who reached for it first.

"Give it back!" You ordered, wand raised to the boy with the mixed look of fear and anger in front of you.

He just shook his head, and seeing the validity of the item, and understanding that he had no chance of facing you all, he ran to the edge of the bridge, sword in the air.

"Stand back or I'll throw it." Loki warned, and you obeyed, your hands raised in the air.

"Loki, please give it back."

"What is it?"

"It doesn't matter, just give it to me."

"She killed my sister, Y/N." Loki accused then, his eyes filled with tears.

"And Hela tried to kill Pietro. I'm sorry, Loki, but we're not the ones fighting on the wrong side."

"Wrong side?" Loki let out a humorless laugh. "You have no idea what he's done do you?"

"Who, Loki?"

"Odin." He retorted in disgust, his sword swinging over the edge. You swallowed dryly, trying to think of the possibilities of reaching Loki before he threw the sword.

"No buddy, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You think you're fighting for the right side?" He angrily accuses. "Odin killed my parents!"

You frown in confusion.

"Is that why you are fighting for Mephisto? Is it for revenge?"

"I am a child of late autumn, Y/N." He clarified, and you widen your eyes. "Odin killed my family."

You shake your head. "No, Loki. Mephisto searched for the children, he wanted to find Wanda. He-"

"Do you really think only the dark lord was looking for the children of the prophecy?" He interrupts angrily. "Everyone was. And when Odin came into my house, my parents thought he was a walker, and they attacked. And Odin killed them. And because he loved to play the good man part, he took me to live with him. All these years, I never knew. Until Hela told me the truth."

"Do you think fighting for Mephisto changes that? Odin made a mistake in lying to you, that doesn't give you the right to follow a dictator."

"None of them had the right to lie to me." He continues angrily. "Your side pretends to be good, covering the lies for each other. But it was Odin who broke into my house and murdered my parents. He stole me. He stole my life."

"And I'm sorry, Loki." You said sincerely. "But teaming up with someone worse doesn't fix things. Give me back my sword."

"What is it for?"

"To destroy horcruxes."

Loki hesitates. He looks at you doubtfully, and then at the object at his feet.

"You are lying."

"No, I'm not." You return. "Please, Loki. We are friends. Don't make me take the sword from you by force."

Something in his eyes changes for a second. “Friends? Even after what I did?”

You swallow hard, nodding. “You knew it was me. That day. But you didn’t say anything. I think it’s because you’re not like them. You’re scared, like the rest of us.”

Loki just looks at you for a moment, then throws the sword on his other hand and advances against you.

But it’s not on yourself that he aims, it’s in the object at your foot.

The second the blade pierce the cup, a dark magic energy flows out of it. It throws you and Loki away, right to the floor.

You see the image of a furious face emerge before it completely fades away.

The second horcrux was destroyed.

Coughing a bit, you feel this sharp feeling behind your neck, and close your eyes.

Fool child. I will not have mercy on any.

It’s Wanda’s touch on your face that brings you back to reality. She’s pulling you to stand, worriedly looking at you as Charles carries Pietro inside.

“I’m okay, love.” You whisper weakly as she checks you, but you’re looking at Loki, who has the sword in hand, sitting on the floor. “You did it.”

You tell him, somewhere between proud and impressed, but the boy just seems tired. He swallows hard, as if trying to control the urge to cry as he stands up.

“There's little I know about my real parents, Y/N." Loki says approaching. "And one of those things is about their contempt for magics like Necromancy. There are things I need to figure out on my own. Loose ends in my story, that will now be harder to unravel without my sister, or my mother. But I will not follow anyone who is willing to kill others to avoid his own death. I think I'm pretty evil already."

Loki hands you the sword. You swallow dryly, holding his hand over the item.

"You're not evil, Loki." You say. "You just made the wrong choices."

He gives you a sad smile, the explosions getting more powerful. The fight is getting worse, and he sighs, moving away.

"Hela said he was looking for a chamber in the castle, something underground." He tells you, and before you can thank him, he has disappeared before your eyes.

You turn to Wanda, and she already has an understanding look on her face, knowing where you should go.

"Go. We'll join the main entrance." Charles said, but Pietro moved to protest, and Wanda touched his shoulders.

"No, I'm not leaving you two alone!" He shouted, but his sister shook her head, ignoring the tears.

"Up here, you'll be safer than with us." She said with her voice full of emotion. "Please, Piete. Just...go."

"Wanda..."

"Now."

Pietro swallows dryly, and hugs his sister one last time before heading back inside the castle with Charles, running towards the loudest noises.

"Let's end this, darling." You say as you intertwine your hands together.

//-//-//-//-//

It is in between stumbling around the crowd of wizards running through the third floor to the stairwell that you remember that you don't know how to get into the chamber of secrets.

"Wanda, wait." You say giving a gentle tug on the hand that remains entwined with you the whole way.

And she turns around curious and concerned, but you just shake your head.

"We don't know-"

"Let's find my father then." She interrupts and you give a short laugh.

"Stop reading my mind." You tease as she pulls you to walk, a mischievous smile on her lips.

You make your way down the stairs back to the second floor, and an explosion in the nearby hallways catches your attention immediately as a group of first-year students scream and run away from that direction.

You and Wanda exchange a glance before moving forward, only to reach the almost completely destroyed hallway. A huge crater had been opened in the wall by a giant outside, who was looking in.

"Witches!" Said the monster in a loud, slow voice, as it noticed you inside.

You choked, stumbled and pulled Wanda away, before the giant could stick his hand into the hole and grab you two.

“Okay, not this way.” You comment as you run the opposite direction, screaming to the students outside to go the other way around.

Back in the Grand Staircase, there are wizards on brooms.

You frown, not understanding what the point of that is, but you figure that in their desperation, the students have tried everything.

And then there are walkers coming in from the upper floors, and you understand that whoever is in the air was trying to prevent them from coming down.

"Darling, where do you think your father is?" You ask worriedly, looking up to see two seventh-year witches knocking out a walker on the uppermost stairs, flying between the staircases with their Quidditch brooms.

Wanda didn't respond as one of the walkers hit a staircase, blasting the steps with a bright spell, and she quickly stopped three students from falling, pushing them back to safety with her magic.

Slightly out of breath, she turned to you.

"Upstairs." She says.

You let out a sigh. The upper floors, and the main entrance are where the fighting is at its worst. That's where your bond will leave you breathless due to the danger Wanda will be in.

But you just nod, and guide Wanda between the stairs, occasionally exchanging spells with the walkers who make it down.

Professor Erik is nowhere to be found.

You and Wanda are running for about twenty minutes, and it’s getting hard to ignore the way the bond is begging you to take her away from danger, as you feel an insistent headache and chills around your body.

As you stop to catch your breath, around the fifth floor, you keep your head down, as you lean against a wall with your hands on your knees.

“What is it, babe?” Wanda asked worriedly, her hands coming to your neck. “Merlin, you’re pale.”

“I’m o-okay.” You say back, feeling a bit nauseous. “I think we’re close to ending this, love. That’s why i-”

But a strong explosion cuts your line, the magic doing it’s job to protect Wanda for the wreckage that came flying all the way around. Someone just destroyed the sixth floor, the remains of the explosion flying to the halls, all the way down the stairs.

Coughing a bit, you get up, helping Wanda stand properly as well.

Before any of you can understand what happened, there’s a wizard jumping on you.

“I got the protector!” He screamed as you two fell through the air, in the gap between the stairs. The walker could turn into some kind of flying mist, and even though you were struggling against his grip, you couldn't get loose, and the ground was closing in at a considerable speed.

Your ears had an irritating ringing, and from the way your whole body shook, someone had reached Wanda too.

But then the feeling diminished.

And as you fell, you saw the characteristic light of Wanda's magic, before the walker's mist overwhelmed your vision, and you crashed against the steps, cascading to the last floor, as your back hit the stairs many times before you hit the ground.

Groaning in pain, you felt your whole body aching as you tried to blink and locate yourself, all half blurred around you.

You thought someone was calling you, and trying to ignore the whole accident to focus on the feeling that you needed to protect Wanda, but just as you started to get up, something came around your ankles, and started dragging you.

"Keep them busy, you useless bastards! The dark lord just needs the protector for the ritual." It was the last thing you heard before the bruises from the fall knocked you out.

//-//-//-//-//-//

There was an insistent ringing in your ears when you opened your eyes again.

And the floor was cold and damp.

It took you a few seconds to realize that besides the water, your clothes were wet in places with blood from your wounds.

Your whole body ached, but you didn't mind.

Because every cell was screaming Wanda's name.

Find her. Protect her.

You choked as you forced yourself to move, noticing your surroundings.

“Wanda?” you gasped breathlessly, trying to locate yourself. It seemed like a long hallway, and it was dark.

You could hear the explosions from the castle, even if they were muffled.

Someone chained you to the walls, and you realized that there were voices in the distance, and as you sat up, you tried to understand what they were saying:

"Harkness is going to help with the ritual." Someone commented. "Our master and his apprentice are finally united again."

"I thought he wanted to kill the girls." Retorted the male voice.

"The dark lord wants the scarlet magic, but he can only get it with Agatha's help, because of the fusion she did. I think she managed to convince him not to kill the children. For now at least."

The voices grew closer, until two tall, frowning wizards with their faces hidden by skull masks turned down the corridor, catching up with you.

"Hey, the sleepyhead is finally awake." Teased the taller one, raising his wand toward you to make the chains force you to your feet. "Come on, they're waiting for you."

Fighting the chains was useless, but you did it anyway.

And your head began to pound. Wherever Wanda was, she was in danger. Or maybe it was because she should be in great stress right now.

As you were dragged down the corridor, you were startled by the magnitude of the snakes embedded in the stones.

And then it occurred to you where you were.

Salazar Slytherin's chamber of secrets.

The walkers led you to the center, and as you reached the place, you noticed that colorful runes were drawn on the pillars, and candles were flying around. And in the middle, a pentagram that you didn't recognize.

What frightened you the most, was the gigantic basilisk skeleton in the corner of the room, perched like a work of art. You deduced that many years ago, the mortal remains of the creature were moved back into the chamber to avoid the curious.

It was no less frightening.

The wizard from before, hit your knees with a colorful spell, and you fell to the ground, facing the pentagram.

"Wait here, protector." He said, and then gave a little laugh. "Not that you have a choice."

"Fuck you." You grumbled but then gasped in pain, the torture curse hitting you in the ribs then making you curl down on the floor.

"Stop it, Zsasz!" Asked the wizard next to you, pushing the other's wand away, and consequently making the spell stop. You gasped with relief. "She's not ours to play with."

"Tell her to behave herself then, Vormund ." Retorted the angry Zsasz fellow. "I hate those half-bloods."

"Calm down, you idiot." Warned the other. "This will be over soon. Don't do anything to annoy the dark lord again. He's already pissed off enough with the destruction of the darkhold."

You widen your eyes, and let out a humorless laugh.

"Ouch, your master lost his little book? What a pity." You teased helplessly, and almost regretted the kick to the stomach you received, but the infuriated faces of the walkers made it worth it.

"You won't keep that little smile on your face when I rip out your spine!" Threatened Zsasz, causing you to lock your jaw by the wand on your neck.

"What's going on here?" interrupted a female voice, coming from the hallway.

It was a woman you didn't know, without a mask like the other two. And her confident posture, or perhaps her presence, made the walkers jump away from you.

"N-nothing, ma'am." Answered Vormund quickly. "The half-blood was being rebellious an-"

"And you two assume you have any right to correct her?" Cut the witch snidely, moving closer. "This must be a joke."

The wizards exchanged glances, but bowed their heads.

"Forgive us, Lady Mystique, it won't happen again." Said Zsasz, but the woman just held up her hand telling him to keep his apology.

"Go back to the entrance. No one must interrupt the ritual. And the dark lord is on his way." She said simply, and the wizards looked at you one last time before they started walking off in the direction they had carried you.

The Mystique woman waited until they had disappeared down the hall to look at you.

"I'm sorry for the hostility, dear, in the best of words, they are brutes." She said, waving so that the knot in your chains loosened a bit, which lessened the pain, but did not free you. You also felt a slight push on your back and legs, forcing you to stand gently.

"Do you expect thanks for the mild torture, ma'am? Not going to happen." You retort between teeth, trying to look around for some way out. But the chamber was dark and you didn't know the place.

The Mystique woman seemed to find your harshness amusing, and gave a short laugh, following your curious gaze.

"Even if you try to run, they will catch up with you." She says, making you lock your jaw.

"And even if you escape the spells, you won't be able to ignore the bond."

You have no argument really, so you just sigh. "What are they going to do to me?"

"The dark lord wants the scarlet magic." She answers. "And he needs to break Agatha's spell to get it now."

“But if he kills us, the magic will be gone.”

“That’s why he’s breaking the spell before killing you two.” She states simply, as you feel your stomach turn. But her eyes are gentle, and makes you confused, so you try to bargain.

“Please, you can’t let him do that, he’s insane and-”

“Enough with the begging, i hate it.” She cuts impatiently, but not cruelly. “Just do what you’re supposed to do and don’t freak out.” She whispers and you can hear steps coming closer. “We’re ending this for once.”

You frown, but Mystique is putting her hands on your arms to spin you around, making you look forward.

Widening your eyes, you take a step forward.

"A-Agatha, help me!" You ask quickly, watching the woman come out of one of the hallways to meet you in the center, wand in hand. "They're trying to do a ritual and-argh!"

Your speech turns to a groan of pain as Mystique's magic throws you to the floor on your knees, bending you over.

"Kneel in the presence of the dark lord, child." The woman warns beside you, and you choke as you feel your whole body shudder.

In the tunnel beside Agatha comes a man, whom you recognize well.

"Agatha, what's going on?" You ask confused as you see her walk beside Mephisto, to the center to meet you. And her expression is impassive, and you want to vomit. "Professor, what...?"

"Just look at that child, old friend." Mephisto interrupts, assessing you as you walk. "How did someone so weak get chosen to protect my sorceress?"

You lock your jaw, staring angrily at the wizard. He nods to the witch beside you, who also bowed.

"Raven, dear, thank you for taking care of everything." He says. "You may go, we will need privacy for the ritual. Go up to the castle, my sorceress needs to stay busy as much as possible until we're done here. And then you can leave it to me, I'll go after her myself."

“As you desire, my lord.” Raven says before getting up and leaving.

"After everything, you're going to betray us?" You accuse Agatha angrily, but she says nothing, just deflects her face to Mephisto, who gives a short laugh.

"Only a fool would believe that wizards like us do not belong together, Miss Stark." He says, and with a flick of his hands, all the candles in the place display a green flame. "Let's get on with it, Agatha. I need your help now that that fool destroyed my book."

"Yes, Faustus." Agatha replied before nodding toward you, and the chains glowed purple, steadying you tightly against the pentagram, which also lit up. "Let's begin."

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 5

xWord Count: 3,374

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

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.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 5/?

A/N: If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 5

I woke up to a heavy and warm wight around my waist. As my mind started registering the scene around me, I noticed the soft snores that were filling the room, the strong smell of cologne, the rough skin encircling me, the chest in front of me that raised and fell at a slow pace. At some point during the night, Derek must have crawled into bed, and I couldn’t say that I minded.

He looked peaceful when he slept. No supernatural problems, no feuds, no hunters, just peace. My hand unconsciously landed on his cheek, softly stroking his cheek. Still succumbed to slumber, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head onto my hand like a puppy. I wish this could be the way it always was, but now that I knew the reality of the world we were in, there was no chance it would ever stay this way.

Deciding to let him sleep longer, I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen where breakfast had already been prepared. I looked around and noticed that their car keys were gone, which meant they had left early in the morning to do whatever it was that they always did. I greeted Brody who had trotted my way from the living room, and filled his dog bowl, adding a few tasty treats. While I served two plates, I put the coffee machine to run, ensuring the freshest pot for the morning. I looked around for a tray to take the breakfast upstairs in case my parents came back at any moment, eating my food as the coffee brewed. Placing some cream and sugars on the tray, I made my way back to the bedroom where Derek was starting to wake up, Brody following behind.

“Morning, sour wolf.” I softly pushed open the door, the tray in front of me. Derek was rubbing the night from his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing the man, Brody jumped on the bed greeting him with slobbery kissed. Derek laughed and petted his head as he laid at the foot of the bed.

“Morning,” he yawned. “Whatcha got there?”

“Some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Also, some coffee.” He took the tray from my hands and set it on the bed. Taking one of the coffee cups, I sat over on my desk to work on the homework I had left pile during the week. Derek grabbed the plate and came to stand behind me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.”

“What are you doing?” He inquired, downing the food from the plate quickly.

“Homework. You know, the thing people my age have to do to be able to graduate from high school with good grades.” I looked to the side, my heart beating faster noticing the closeness of our faces. “I’m sure you wouldn’t know much about that.”

“I’ll have you know I was a good enough student.”

“Emphasis on good enough.” I booped his nose with my pen and continued my work. “When you’re done you should head home, don’t want my parents catching you here just in case.”

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” He sipped his coffee and sat down on the bed, Brody laying his head on his lap. I turned my chair and faced him, a laugh escaping my lips.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are and who my family is. Apart from that, I don’t think my dad will particularly enjoy the fact that a 21-year-old werewolf is in his teenage daughter’s bedroom, alone.” I grinned. “But suit yourself. I’d love to see how it will play out.”

“Alright, but can I at least take you out some time this week?” My heartbeat quickened, the sound loud enough for me to hear. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no,” I grinned.

“I kind of need an answer,” he pressed. A grin played on his lips by the point he had stood and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“How about, I’ll let you know?”

“I’ll take it,” he smiled. “I’ll text you.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed his jacket to head towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“Not through the door you’re not.” The dumbfounded look on his face was hilarious. “what would I do if my parents walked in.”

“I’m fast, you know. Like supernaturally fast.”

“Mm, I’ve seen you. Not fast enough.”

“Fine,” he surrendered. “Keep watch of your phone.”

“I will,” I smiled. He took a step back and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Brody got alerted by the sudden move and jumped off the bed to bark at the window, standing on his hind legs to prop his eye out. I joined his side and saw Derek standing normally in my backyard as if he hadn’t just jumped out of a two-story window. He waved and I waved back as he became a blur, vanishing before my very eyes.

I slumped down on my bed and ran my hands over my face. What was I doing? There were so many things that were pit against us. My 18th birthday was still a little less than a year away, he had something going on with Erica, my family and he are natural-born enemies, we are currently under the terror of a reptilian shapeshifting Jackson, and that was just scratching the surface. I couldn’t scrutinize why he would ask me out too much, it was probably not even in a romantic way. It could just well be that he wanted to keep an eye on me since I was new to this whole werewolf, Kanima, hunter thing.

A couple of hours went by where I took Brody out for a walk, finished what was left of my homework, and started watching a movie when my phone went off.

“Hey, I heard the good news! You’re staying in town.”

“Hey, Allison. Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Well then, I believe you owe some people an apology.”

“What could you possibly mean?” I scoffed. But she was right, as hard as it was to admit.

“Don’t act dumb, (Y/N). You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t like it when you’re right,” I sighed. “What do you think I should do?”

“I could invite them over to your house and you could apologize to them. They never object to free pizza.”

I was glad. Instead of sulking on the 'he likes me, he likes me not' nonsense, I prepared the house for Allison and her friends, the people I hope to win over. One by one they arrived at my doorstep. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. I had put out some snacks and the pizza I had bought. Scott and Stiles were not shy about their hunger as they dove in right away.

"So, what's the purpose of this meeting?" Lydia asked, her usual cocky attitude on full show.

"Uh, well, I wanted to apologize for being such a bitch these past few weeks."

"Hm, understatement of the century." Stiles chuckled with his mouth full.

"Actually, she can be 1,000 times worse. That was just level 1 bitchiness."

"Point taken. But why would you apologize? We get it you don't want to be our friend."

"That's not it, it's just... ugh... Look, it’s honestly a very long story, but moving around it’s hard to cut ties and start over for so long. After a while it’s easier to builds walls up and maintain everyone at arm’s length." They all stared at me. Hopefully I was getting through to them. "But this time I'm changing that. I want to be your friend and that's why I'm apologizing."

"Well, I don't know about the other guys, but I've always considered you my friend. I mean, I've considered Lydia my friend and she hates me."

"Oh, please, Stiles. I don't hate you, you're just, um.... special."

"I'll take it."

"We understand. And of course you're our friend, (Y/N). You were just too stubborn to notice." Scott smiled at me. "Now, is there more pizza?"

"How the hell did you two boys just finish two boxes of pizza?"

"We're growing?" Stiles said with his mouth full.

"Barely," Allison mumbled.

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"That's the point, Scott."

The whole room laughed and continued to enjoy a very pleasant afternoon. It felt weird to finally feel like I belonged somewhere; that there were people around me that cared for me despite my flaws. As I looked around the faces of the group that had welcomed me with open arms, I couldn’t help but feel that someone was missing; the person that had first accepted me.

The clock had hit 4 o’clock when the last piece of food was gone, and the gang had gone home. After cleaning up, I decided it was time to call Isaac. I didn’t like the person he had become after the bite. But I couldn’t say I didn’t understand. He felt confident, strong, but he was using the wrong outlet. Just like I was.

“So, you’re finally talking to me,” Isaac chuckled, a cocky tone to his voice.

“Only if you’re done being a douche.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you turned into a werewolf you’ve been nothing short of unbearable with your cocky behavior and holier-than-thou attitude.” I could hear him shifting on the other line, the news taking him aback. It seems Derek hadn’t told his pack that I knew everything.

“H-how… who told you?”

“Derek, your alpha. He told me everything the other day. I know all about werewolves, kanimas, hunters, pack, blah, blah, blah. But none of that excuses your behavior,’’ I sighed. “So, are you done being a dick?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Can I see you?”

“Sure. Why don’t we go grab a bite? I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright!” He sounded excited. “I’ll text you the address.”

After hanging up I decided to take a quick shower before leaving. I threw on a white t-shirt and jeans and paired them with my leather jacket. As I tied my boots, I reached for the keys of my dad’s Chevrolet Suburban. Hopefully, I didn’t crash. In the car, I typed in the address Isaac had sent me. It was an industrial loft not too far from my own home. I honked my horn to notify Isaac I was there as well as sent a text.

“Are you stalking me now?”

I jumped at the sound of Derek’s voice and the knock he left on my window. . He appeared like a ghost and leaned on my door. “I could say the same about you. I’ve never been here before.”

“I live here,” he laughed, pointing at the building. “It’s my loft.”

“I’m here to pick up Isaac,” I said sheepishly. “So, he’s been staying with you. I thought you live in the woods.”

“It’s my family’s house and it’s under my ownership, but it’s not under livable conditions. And, yes, Isaac has been staying with me.”

“Hey, Derek.” Isaac finally emerged from the doors and jogged up to my car, patting Derek on the back. The man’s expression rapidly changed as soon as Isaac joined the conversation. The playful smile he wore had been replaced by a menacing scowl. “We’re going out for a while. I’ll see you later.”

We said goodbye and as I drove off, I stared at Derek. His body was tense, and his jaw was clenched. He was angry, but I didn’t know why. When we were alone, he was a completely different person than what he showed to others. There was this terrifying façade that was impenetrable by everyone else, yet he was a completely different person with me; he was an Alpha to the others, but he was just Derek to me.

I parked the car at a small burger joint Isaac directed me to. It wasn’t too full, so our food came out quickly. We sat at a table in the back, far from any prying ears.

“So, what did you mean about this cocky attitude?” He popped a french fry into his mouth, playing around with his food. “You seemed quite mad about it. Mad enough that you avoided me for some time.”

“Ever since you transformed you’ve been carrying yourself like you’re above everyone, you don’t even bother to be respectful of teachers or anyone for that matter. I miss the old Isaac.”

“You mean the pushover wimpy kid?” He scoffed. “I can’t say the same.”

“That’s not what I meant.” My hand reached out to his clenched fist and his hold softened. “You were nice and respectful, and knew how to treat others because you knew how it felt to be mistreated. Of course, you could have done with more confidence, but that’s not what this is. It’s almost as if you’re turning into Jackson, heaven forbid.”

His eyes softened and I knew I was getting through the wall he had built up.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). It's just… this is the first time in my life that I have felt powerful, like nothing and no one can touch me. I've dealt with so much shit that I thought I deserved to act like that," he sighed. "Can you ever forgive me?"

“You’re practically my best friend, how could I not?”

“Thanks.” He gave me a smile that I happily reciprocated. For the first time in a while, I was seeing the Isaac I had met some time ago. “So, what is it that you needed to speak to me so eagerly.”

“Remember how I mentioned that I would be moving at the end of the year so you shouldn’t get attached?” He nodded. “Well, it seems you’re gonna have to put up with me for a long time. Beacon Hills is now my home.”

“What?! That’s great!” He exclaimed a little too loud. Heads turned towards us and Isaac tried to hide his blush. “Does that mean we can truly be friends now? Not just study partners or casual conversation acquaintances?”

“Yes, Isaac. That’s exactly what that means,” I laughed. His face had lit up as the hard mask he wore finally broke apart. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what happened the night that I picked you up? It was such a weird night.”

His whole demeanor changed, clearly a sore subject to talk about. "If Derek told you what we are I presume he told you about everything else." I nodded. "The Kanima. It killed my father. We, um, had gotten into a fight and I ran out. It seems he went out looking for me but didn't get to me. I found him dead in his car, but I ran and called you."

" Isaac, why didn't you tell me? I mean, I know why you didn't tell me, but something; you should have told me something.” I looked into his eyes, worry evident in them. He had gone through such a traumatic event basically by himself. “Is that why the police were looking for you?"

He nodded. "They thought I had something to do with his murder because of something Jackson said. He was unfortunately my neighbor and had seen me running out of the house, but there were no tracks leading to me. I'm not a fugitive anymore." He smiled softly.

“I’m glad, Isaac, really. And I’m truly sorry for everything you’ve had to endure alone for all these years. You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). At least that part of my life is over.”

“Now we just have to get that damn Kanima and get on with our lives.” We laughed.

Before we knew it, the sky outside had turned dark, signaling the arrival of the night. The car ride back was filled with mindless chitchat and soft background music. It had been a long few days and exhaustion was evident in both of us. Soon enough, the grey building had come into view.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” Isaac leaned into the open window of the driver’s side.

“I think I’m just gonna head on home. I’m a bit tired and we have school tomorrow.” I smiled. “But, I’ll take you up on the offer someday.”

“Isaac, good to see you’re back,” Derek announced himself, his two betas following behind. “You’re late for training.”

“Sorry, Derek. Time slipped away.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” His voice was commanding and a bit intimidating. I could see why everyone around me feared him. “Go with Erica and Boyd. Get started.”

'‘Bye, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled and nodded, trying my best to comfort him.

“See you.” Derek stood back as we both watched the three figures disappear into the building. His chest moved, heaving, and he reeked of jealousy. “What’s your problem?”

“What?” Did he truly believe I was that oblivious? “I just…”

“You’re acting like a prissy child, Derek. You knew where Isaac was, who he was with, and that there was a possibility that he would come back late. There’s no need to grill him that hard.”

“He’s old enough to manage his time correctly, (Y/N). He needs to learn discipline. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Clearly, that’s not what’s happening here,’’ I laughed dryly. “Look, pardon the metaphor, but this whole alpha male act is gonna get very tiring, very quickly. If this is how you’re gonna be, don’t bother on scheduling that date this week.”

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N). I swear this has nothing to do with you. There are certain rules that we have to abide by, a different life. It’s complicated.”

“You’re not making any sense, Derek.”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Yesterday we said no secrets, Derek. What changed in the hours that have passed?”

“Nothing’s changed. I’m sorry if I seemed too harsh on Isaac, but I have to be. They’re young and reckless, and it’s my job to make sure they stay safe. No matter the cost.” He ran his hands across his face as he let out a loud sigh. “Why don’t we just keep the supernatural and our personal lives apart.”

“We can try that for a while, but they’re bound to intersect at some point.”

“I know, but…”

“Let’s play it your way and see how it goes, okay? And lay off Isaac and the others? They are just kids.”

“I’ll try,” he smiled softly. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“If I remember.”

I backed the car up and sped back to my house. When I opened the garage, my father was sitting on the spot where the car usually went. I had forgotten to tell them I would be gone, and my phone’s battery had died a while back. I was in so much trouble.

“Good to know you’re alive, darling daughter.” The sarcasm spewed from my father’s mouth, and it stung.

“I’m so sorry. I went out with a friend and my phone died. And I know I forgot to say I was leaving the house, but I rarely do that, so please forgive me.”

“Calm down, (Y/N),” he laughed. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering your phone, so we got worried. But remember, there’s a tracker on the car. We figured you were out. And I’m glad to hear you have a friend. It’s about time.”

“Thanks, dad.” He wrapped me in a hug and patted my head. If he knew who my friends were I’m sure he wouldn’t feel the same way. “But, if you knew where I was, what was this whole scary setup? I for sure thought you were going to kill me.”

“Nothing like that, honey. But your mother and I have something we have to talk to you about.”

“What is it? You can’t take back that we are staying.”

“It’s not that, but it is serious. Let’s go, your mom is waiting in the kitchen.”

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, a million thoughts running through my head. Although, at the bottom of my heart I knew what this talk was going to be about.

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Derek- Unlikely Allies

A/N: Hey guys, this is a rewrite of something I made a really long time ago. I wanted to mess around with some old concepts that I feel I didn’t flesh out enough. Let me know what you think, or if you want a part 2 of this one!

You raced through the pitch black corridor, shining your flashlight back and forth. You caught glimpses of grimy cement as you ran, narrowly dodging debris on the floor of the old rail depot. It was littered with rusted metal and broken glass, no doubt remnants of Beacon Hills’ abandoned subway cars. 

It was fitting for Derek to have his hideout here, you thought. He seemed to have a habit of living in abandoned places. It must have been working pretty well, because finding him had been difficult. You had torn up your father’s office trying to find the place, knowing Allison must have discovered Derek’s location somewhere in the maps cluttering his desk. 

Your father had narrowed down a couple locations, one of them being the abandoned rail depot on the outskirts of town. When you took a chance and drove out there, a glimpse of Allison’s car out front confirmed your suspicions. She was here to kill Derek. 

You cursed yourself as you searched the depot, wondering if you could have stopped Gerard from getting into her head. Maybe if you had paid more attention, you wouldn’t have had to try and reverse the damage your grandfather had done.

A light up ahead caught your attention. There was a staircase to your right, dimly illuminated from the floor below. You clicked the flashlight off and crept closer. 

“Wait, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

That was Derek’s voice.

“Shut up!”

And that was Allison’s.

You swore under your breath. As you crept down the stairs, you saw Allison standing in front of one of the old subway cars. She had her crossbow raised, and Derek was lying on his back in front of her. He held one hand up defensively, while the other gripped an arrow that was sticking out of his right thigh. Blood was pooling around the wound, which wouldn’t be able to heal until the arrow was removed.

“You killed my mother!” she spat. Her voice was trembling. 

“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother,” Derek snapped. 

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Derek to still be an ass, even with a crossbow trained on his chest. 

Allison’s finger moved onto the trigger, and you bolted down the stairs. “Wait!”

She glanced over her shoulder, and when she saw you approaching, her brown eyes widened. She turned back to Derek, keeping the crossbow steady. 

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/n.”

“I’m trying to protect you,” you told her. 

She let out a bitter laugh. “From what? The monsters? I think we’re past that.”

“Allison-”

“You hid this from me!” she spat. “And now you want to try and protect me? Mom is dead. Maybe you should have protected her.”

You looked down and met Derek’s eyes. He knew that Allison was willing to pull the trigger and so did you. He seemed to be asking the same question you were. Could you stop her?

“I’m trying to protect you from yourself. Killing him won’t bring her back, Allison.”

“No, but it will make me feel better.”

“You sure about that?” Derek asked. 

“Yes,” she snarled, moving her finger back onto the trigger.

She might have actually pulled it if you had given her the chance. You couldn’t have been sure, but you weren’t willing to risk it. Derek was an ally that you needed, whether Allison knew that or not. If saving him meant Gerard would be stopped, you had to do what you did next.

Allison froze at the sound of you cocking your gun behind her. “Put it down.”

“Or what?” she asked bitterly. “You’ll put me down?”

A chill ran down your spine. It was the same thing your father had said to Kate on the night she was killed. Allison’s words brought back the bittersweet feelings your aunt’s death had caused.

“If I have to,” you finally said.

“I’m your sister.” Her voice was uneven, as if she was trying to stop herself from crying. 

“I don’t know what you are anymore. All I see right now is the monster that Gerard created.”

Her hands were trembling. The crossbow was shaking in her grip. For a moment, you wondered if you had said the wrong thing. 

Then the weapon fell from her hands, clattering to the cement floor. Allison bolted, running out of the room and up the same stairs you had come down. You could see the tears dripping down her cheeks as she left. Guilt washed over you, but you knew you couldn’t go after her. 

You holstered your gun and walked toward Derek.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, holding out a hand.

Derek glared up at you from the dirty floor. He yanked the arrow out of his thigh with a grunt. He didn’t take your hand as he got up, but he did mutter gruffly “You’re not the one who shot me.”

You watched as the  wound in his leg began to close up, leaving nothing but a bloody stain and a slight rip in his jeans. He began to turn away from you, heading toward one of the rickety subway cars.

“I need your help,” you blurted out.

Derek paused, and turned to raise an eyebrow at you. “With what?”

“I need to kill Gerard.”

“You think that’s gonna save your family?”

You didn’t falter under his gaze. “It’s going to save Allison.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you for a moment. You looked exhausted, and the dim lights of the old subway station hollowed out your face. Your eyes were still full of life though, sharp and gleaming. Derek could see how desperate you were.

“What if it can’t?” he asked. “What if she…?”

“What if she turns into Kate?” 

He nodded solemnly. 

“Then I’ll kill her myself,” you said softly. “But she doesn’t understand that he’s manipulating her right now. She thinks she’s doing what she wants.” 

“And how do I know I can trust you?” he asked. 

“We have a common enemy. And right now, I couldn’t care less about you being an alpha. Bite as many kids as you want. Hell, bite me if you want to. I just want my sister back.”

Derek’s lips twitched. Was he actually smiling at you? 

“You’d let me bite you if I helped you?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. “If that’s what it takes.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Give me your arm.”

You cautiously held out your left arm. He reached out and took it, stepping toward you so that your chests were almost touching. He raised your arm to his mouth, and his teeth were so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.

He gazed down at you and grinned, revealing his abnormally sharp canines. You swallowed, and suddenly, he chuckled. That broke the stillness in the air, and you realized he was only messing with you. 

You wrenched your arm out of his grasp as he laughed. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

He grinned. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you spat. “Forget I asked.”

You turned to go, but he grabbed your wrist. “Wait. If you want to stop Gerard, we need to talk to Scott.”

You turned back, shooting him a skeptical look. “Why Scott?” 

“Because we have a plan,” he told you. “And it might be the only chance you have to save your sister.”

“How do I know you’re being serious?” you questioned.

He shrugged. “Like you said, we have a common enemy.”

“And after that?” you asked. 

“We can go on hating each other. Just like old times.”

He was right. The werewolves helping you kill Gerard didn’t necessarily mean you would continue to be allies. As soon as he was dead, you could go right back to the vitriol and violence. 

Deep down though, you knew things in Beacon Hills were shifting. Without Gerard at the helm of the Argent empire, maybe fighting wouldn’t have to be the only option.

“What if things could be different?”

“Like if we didn’t hate each other?” Derek asked.

“I’ve never hated you.”

“I can’t say the same,” he admitted. “But...I don’t hate you anymore.”

“There shouldn’t always be a war going on between us.”

Derek tilted his head. “That’s the way it’s always been.”

“Maybe...maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

Derek’s gaze was skeptical, and you suddenly felt embarrassed for saying it. Of course the idea of peace sounded ridiculous to him. Then he spoke, his words catching you off guard.

“We’ll see,” he said softly. “Hey, what’s wrong with your arm?”

You glanced down, just now noticing the purple bruising that was blooming along your right forearm. It was throbbing with pain, but in the chaos of trying to stop Allison, you had barely noticed. 

You had been headed out of the house after her when you ran into Gerard in the foyer of your home. He was blocking your exit, and when you tried to move past him, he snatched you by the arm. His fingers had gripped you so tightly that you swore the bone was about to break. 

“You’ll never catch her in time.”

“Let go of me,” you spat at him. 

Gerard had simply stared at you with those dark eyes of his. “You’ve always been my greatest disappointment.”

Without a second thought, you slammed your knee between his legs. “Good.”

He had grunted in pain, and his knees buckled. You wrenched your arm out of his grasp and ran. You sped all the way to the rail depot, paranoid he would chase after you and stop you.

“It’s nothing,” you told Derek. “I’m fine.”

He wasn’t buying it. “Did Gerard do that to you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Here,” Derek told you, reaching for your arm. 

“What are you-”

“Trust me?”

You didn’t say anything more, and he took that a yes. He placed one hand under your wounded arm to steady it, and the other one over the bruise. His movements were tender and soft, something you wouldn’t have expected from Derek. You gasped as the veins in his arm began to turn black, and you realized your pain was ebbing away.

When you looked up, there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I bet the hunters never told you we could do that, huh?”

You shook your head, still stunned as he gently held your arm in his hands. “Why did you do that?” 

“Maybe you’re right,” he said softly. “Maybe things can be different.”

You looked into Derek’s green eyes, and for once, you saw something similar inside of them. You and Derek  were both struggling under the weight of your families’ bloody past. You both needed to prove them wrong. If anyone could understand you, it was him. 

You pulled away, but a part of you hesitated for a moment. Something was stirring inside of you, but you refused to acknowledge it while there was so much going on. By the way Derek was looking at you, you could tell he felt it too. 

Finally, you cleared your throat. “So we need to talk to Scott?”

“Yeah,” he said, awkwardly bringing his arms back down to his sides. “We’ve got a homicidal maniac to kill.”

For now that was the plan. Kill Gerard, take back your family, and save Allison. After that, maybe you and Derek could be something more than unlikely allies.