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ck-15 · 1 year

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nightingale2004 · 13 days

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Teen wolf next gen: Malira (Malia x kira) version

June Eliza Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Madison Hu

Firstborn daughter Malia Tate and Kira Yukimura and cousin to the Stilinski Hale children

Like Kira, June is also a Kitsune, but she is an ocean kitsune

June takes after Kira, and she is a responsible older sister

Her family is part of the Hale pack

She and Talia are best friends and often bond over their responsibilities to their families

Kira helps June control her inner fox

Master of the sword along with Kira

June made a fencing club in Beacon Hills High (she's the captain.....obviously)

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Kenneth "Ken/Kenny" Luca Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Ryan Potter

Second child of Malia and Kira

A big ball of energy and sunshine

He is an werecoyote like Malia

Loves to go on runs in the woods

He has a bit of both of his moms personalities mixed in

He's on the lacrosse team along with Eli

He loves his family

He's a feminist

He tries to be an optimist

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Evelyn "Eve" Kylie Tate Yukimura

Faceclaim: Anna Cathcart

Eve is the youngest in her family

She's a pessimist and takes after Malia and even inherits Malia's brutal honesty bluntness, which gets her into trouble

She is an earth kitsune with her aura looking similar to a coyote fox mix

Is a mini version of Malia and a hint of Peter

Peter visits his grandchildren a lot, and even though everyone in the Hale pack is cautious of him to this day, they somewhat trust him

Fluent in sarcasm

One of the pups in the pack (she doesn't like it either)

More of a boxer than a swordsman

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darkphoenix180 · 4 months

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Teen Wolf character poll. Round 4

#kira yukimura #teen wolf kira #malia tate #teen wolf malia #kitsune #coyote #werecoyote #teen wolf #teen wolf the movie

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 2 years

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TW imagine the Scott tells Malia of how he got bit and how he got bit and told Malia how the pack works and who he's lost and how he met Allison.

How It All Started

Summary: Ever since the nogitsune, everyone’s been feeling quite down with grief. Except for one person, ex coyote, that has a craving to learn. One day, when Stiles needs some time for himself, he sends Malia to Scott. And there, Scott tells her the story of how he met Allison, and how he became a werewolf.

Word Count: 1288

Pairing: None really, mention of Siles x Malia

Characters: Malia, Scott, Stiles

Warning: Mention of death, grief, guilt

A/n: Thank you for your request and sorry it took so long!! Hope you enjoy!

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In a small town in California, it was calm for once. No enemies had been reported, at least, none that needed the attention of the few supernatural people that lived there.

Needless to say, it was calm. And it was boring.

It was Christmas break, finally. Most teenagers were happy to have a break from school, excited for Christmas but for others… It was a time for grieving. Not many knew, but they saved the world, back in October.

But they lost people along the way.

Scott was a mess ever since he lost Allison. Everyone tried to cheer him up, Stiles stopped by his house everyday and sometimes, Melissa had to kick him out, that was how much he spent time there. Scott appreciated it, but he needed time alone, mostly. But he knew how much Stiles felt guilty for what happened to Allison, and part of the reason for his presence with him was to heal himself.

Everyone needed healing.

In the midst of the grieving teenagers was a newcomer. Spending all of her childhood stuck in her coyote form made her miss so many things, and now, she wanted to know, learn, she wanted to catch up all the years she lost.

At first, it was not too bad, having her all around. She would show up uninvited at Stiles’ house, to cuddle, to ask him questions, to talk or to learn, and it didn’t bother him that much. But then, she showed up while he was in the shower, and the scream that left his mouth was so loud and not masculine… Shame took a reddish color on his face.

That was why, the day after…

“You want me to babysit Malia?”

The hyperactive teenager was pacing in his best friend’s room, his hand gesticulating the words that weren’t leaving his mouth.

“Not really, more like, entertain her? I mean, my dignity took a real bad stab in the back when she walked in my bathroom and saw me naked, okay? I mean, she already saw me naked once, in Eichen House, but that’s not the point, the point is, Scott, I need a break!”

Scott closed his mouth that was left agape. Damn, his friend talked fast. “She saw you naked before?”

“That’s all you got from everything I said?” Stiles exclaimed, indigned, his hands in the air. “God. Unbelievable. I can’t believe you’re my best friend.” Stiles rolled his eyes and walked to the door. “She’s waiting in my car, I’ll let her know you’ll spend the day with her today.”

“Stiles! Wait!” But it was too late, Stiles was already gone, his car making an infernal noise as he pressed hard on the accelerator, and Scott was left with…

“It’s nice here.”

Malia Tate.

“Listen, Malia,” Scott squeezed the bridge of his nose between two fingers and sighed. It wasn’t her fault, he just wasn’t in the mood to babysit the werecoyote.

Malia sat down on the floor, making herself a nice, comfortable pillow with Scott’s clothes. “Yes, I’m listening,” she declared once everything was perfect.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked, walked closer, and detailed what she did. Before she even answered, he knew.

“A nest,” she said like it was obvious and totally normal. And it was normal, after years of being an animal, it would take more than a few months for her to forget her old habits. “So, I’m listening.”

“Listening to what,” Scott sighed again and sat down on his bed, avoiding looking at the werecoyote currently making herself at home in his room.

“Everything.” Scott took a quick glance at her. “I want to know everything, about the pack, how you got bitten, and Allison…”

At the mention of the person he loved and lost, Scott seemed to close on himself like in a shell. It was still fresh and painful, like a cut that wouldn’t really heal.

“I don’t…” Scott started. He didn’t want to talk about it, not to her, not to anyone. Talking about it, about her, it would hurt. And it already hurt enough.

“Scott…”

Scott lifted his head, surprised to hear Malia’s voice softer. Usually, it was rough, pressed, like she was always in a hurry to do everything at once and tell all the words she couldn’t say when she was stuck in her animal form.

When Scott met her gaze, he understood. She lost people too. There was the same pain, guilt and anger in her eyes. She would understand.

So Scott sighed again, made himself more comfortable, and started telling Malia the story of how the hunter and the werewolf fell in love and how they started the most forbidden relationship.

“But first,” Scott’s gaze was on the ceiling as he recalled the events that happened so long ago. “I have to tell you how I turned into a werewolf. It was a normal night when a certain person you know well climbed the vine near my window to tell me he found half of a dead body.”

Malia was drinking his words like his story was the only source of water in the whole word. She listened, attentively, her eyelids barely fluttering, scared of missing a single thing Scott would say. She learned the story of the bite, how they defeated the alpha that turned out to be Derek’s uncle. How Scott discovered he was a werewolf and how Allison, the girl he fell for, was the daughter of the hunter that wanted him dead. How he lied to her at first but then, she knew about him, promised her dad she wouldn’t date him anymore… But did it in secret.

Scott told her everything. And without him realizing, talking about it to someone he didn’t really know, it made him feel better. To share his story, to be listened to and understood, it helped him.

When Scott finished his story, he didn’t look at Malia at first. Truth be told, he forgot she was there, listening. He got so caught up in his memories, living them once again, falling in love for the first time with Allison, the fear of losing her, of losing control… And then losing her… He lived those memories again.

“That was…” Malia ended up breaking the silence, and Scott finally gathered the courage to look at her. She had tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face. “A really good story. You really loved her.”

“Yeah,” Scott agreed with her.

“And she really loved you. A lot.”

Malia sighed, slapped her thighs loud, and jumped on her feet.

“I…” Scott didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect to feel so much better after talking to her, and he also didn’t expect her to be so understanding. He really misjudged her and had to fix his mistake. “If you want to be part of the pact…” Scott changed the subject before tears would fall again on his cheeks. He didn’t want her to see how broken he still was. “There’s some rules to follow.”

“Rules, perfect,” Malia hastened to say, clearly excited at the prospect of joining his pack. “Anything.”

“First,” Scott lifted a finger, “you leave poor Stiles some dignity. Knock before entering, or call, but don’t break in his room.”

“No breaking in Stiles’ room, got it,” Malia nodded, frowned, and shook her head. “Why?”

“Okay. Before any other rules, I need to teach you about personal space and privacy. I know, as a coyote, you don't need to think about those things.”

“No,” Malia agreed quickly, like it was obvious.

“This will be a long night, I hope you’re ready,” Scott laughed when Malia sat back down on her makeshift nest.

“I have all night.”