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Finally made a legit masterlist so you guys wonât have to scroll through all of the blog to find the 2nd parts of certain imagines/requests I made. Each is linked to the imagine.
Oneshots and two-shot/multi-series are separated >Â here
Imagines can also be found in wattpad > here
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Can I just say that you guys are awesome for sticking around with this blog despite not being active for years? Like I can't even explain the delight and giddiness I felt when I saw that we're at 6.5k+ followers?? Both here and on the Brett Talbot one! (You are all awesome wtf) Idk how you guys enjoy the pieces I put out for both our boys when I myself am cringing when I reread my old works back in 2015 (damn so long ago ewđ).
But I do owe you guys an apology :( I'm sorry for leaving you for 2 years?...well I'll consider it 3 years since my last "consistent" posting was 2018 and only posted two pieces in 2019 and one in 2020 and just now for this year (I'll be posting one! So be on the lookout :D). So much just happened when I graduated uni and got a job (a full-time that's been eating me alive right now even with the pandemic), in my personal life (mentally and physically), and just family-related sht that just took all my time away from Tumblr and from writing.
I felt like I was falling out of love for the fandom and I feel so bad for neglecting it that I didn't even update some of the mini-series I have (I honestly already had them planned out). So much has happened since 2019 like consecutive deaths in the family that I can't even grieve each of them one at a time since they were so close together and it took a toll on us that we just had to drop everything and recuperate.
I tried getting back in 2020 with one fic but then the pandemic in our country got a lot worse and idk, the government doesn't care about the people they govern over anymore. And it was like I had to say my condolences to at least 3 people a week with how much the virus has affected us and like it's getting closer to hitting home. My priorities changed with it but now, I'm trying to at least go and add writing back to my "routine" whenever I see a window of opportunity in my schedule and I very much miss our blue-eyed curly-haired werewolf đ„ș same with our bb Brett Talbot <3
I just wanna thank you guys again for sticking around this long and I hope life is treating you guys better during these difficult times. I also hope you take care of yourselves and drink lots of vitamins, get enough sleep (as much as you can, because I'm trying to as well), and try to take some time off if you need to.
Imagine #65 ||Â
okay, first off... Sorry for not updating right away. Itâs been what? A year?
Hope everyoneâs doing good and staying at home for your frontliners (observe social distancing when going out to buy groceries!)
Warning: It can be graphic? Idk? Y/F/C means your favorite color
As usual, if there are any errors Iâm sorry! Not Beta read and I wrote everthing at like 3 or 4AM.
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You flew as fast as you could, almost hitting a tree because you glanced behind you for a second to see if they were still following â which they were. You knew for a fact that your friends werenât really up to anything tonight right after the wild party yesterday, yet here you were, being chased by the very same pack you were a part of.Â
âWhat the hell was that?!â You heard Stiles exclaim just as he stopped his jeep and got out, the door to the passenger seat slamming close as well as Scott hot out.
Poor Rosco was already making a strange noise from running too fast â as fast as it can go at least â and too long in the dead of the night while a clear outline of another car - a sleeker looking one- followed behind them.
You struggled with your extended limbs as you landed on a thick branch and rested, the sudden exertion of muscles making it ache from not being used for a long time. You were only a few trees from the main road but it was still close enough to see what was going on.
âWhat was it?â The owner of the sleeker car spoke as he smoothly got out of his ride and walked to where Scott and Stiles were already standing by the jeep, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âThat was definitely not some person with special effects, Liam.â You can hear Lydia over the phone when she was put on speaker, her tone seemingly annoyed at the joke the youngest member of the pack made about some random person using green screen; adding that he was getting tired and that maybe the whole situation will resolve itself tomorrow.
âResolve itself?!â Lydia grew more annoyed. âWe canât let that thing roam around!âÂ
âThat bird flew from my roof, who knows what it mightâve left here or what it mightâve taken.â The banshee was almost screaming, making Stiles jerk a little at the loudness she was emanating from the phone, it made you smile a bit at his silliness.
âOkay, okayâŠâ Stiles suddenly turned off the speaker before placing the phone to his ear to try and settle the rage his girl was in at the moment, choosing to have the conversation between themselves and not have it broadcasted to the others.
It grew quiet for a while as Scott, Brett and Liam looked around the side of the road â Brett almost close to where you were. You tried not to take this chance to fly away because you knew you were going to cause more noise from fluttering and restarting your own âengineâ of escape so you settled on resting for a while and waited for them to leave. But while you planned your getaway, what Brett said caught your attention.
âBrett, whatâs wrong?â The Alpha asked, his brows furrowing as he looked at the taller werewolf before him.
âItâs Y/N.â He answered, suddenly more alert than before with a look of worry and fear etched in the tone of his voice âI can smell her.â
Just as Brett mentioned it, both Liam and Scott noticed it too when they walked over to where he was.
âWell donât you and Y/N, yâknowâŠâ Stiles spoke from the other side of the jeep after ending the call with Lydia, his arms folded and rested on the hood of his jeep. â Do it in the car?âÂ
Stiles shrugged his shoulders at this while Scott cleared his throat to hide a laugh. âMaybe thatâs what youâre smelling.â
Brett only looked at Stiles in disbelief with arms crossed over his chest as he leaned on his car door, all the while Liam looked almost appalled at the information that was being thrown out in the open when he was just with Brett in the car ride going to where they were now.
âIâm serious!â Brett almost growled as he started walking back to his car, opening the door before slamming it closed rather loudly. He took his phone and dialed 1.
âWho are you calling?â Liam asked, he was now walking back from the wet soil to the cemented main road.
âDid Lydia tell you where Y/N is right now?â He asked as he placed his phone to his ear, ignoring Liamâs question â too afraid to grasp that you might be the one taken by the humanoid that flew from Lydiaâs house and to who knows where.
âShe said that Y/N actually disappeared right when we heard the thingâŠâ As Stiles answered, his words started to trail off at the sudden realization that there was a big possibility that whatever Brett was thinking was correct. He looked to Liam then to Scott, the same thought registered in his head and everyone seemed to panic even more. But before he could continue, they all turned their heads to the direction of the sudden noise they heard above them.Â
Shooting up to the sky, you didnât gamble a glance to see the boys and swiftly flew away. Brett and the others immediately went back in their cars and sped up chasing you. The cold wind that was hitting your face made your eyes water but not before hearing a sound that whooshed just past your face making you stop and search where it came from, your heart beating faster from the sudden adrenaline to defend yourself.
âThere! Shoot now!â You heard shouting before another sharp-bladed arrow flew past you.Â
âShoot to kill!â It reminded.Â
The order was repeated over the radio as more hunters started to gather from below you, you dove back down in the trees to deter from being out in the open and hopefully blend yourself in the environment. But it didnât take too long before you were spotted again, this time their guns were now being aimed at you.
Perching on a thick branch, you then proceeded to cocoon yourself by having your wings fold around you that also acted as an armor shielding yourself from the rain of bullets that came your way. But what you did not expect was what felt like a grappling hook that managed to lodge itself on your wing before it pulled you down to the cold hard ground.
The hunter with the grappling hook gave a sharp tug that unfortunately, made you hear your extra limb pop.Â
A cry of pain escaped your throat as you felt your body get dragged a few feet away from where you landed earlier.
Looking up through the few hairs that fell down on your face, you saw several hunters pulling at the slider of the guns while you heard the bowstrings of the archer's crossbows stretch - all aimed at you.Â
You saw their weapons follow your every move as you stood up and steadied yourself, a face of determination plastered on you that seemed to unsettle with the newer hunters included in tonight's hunting activity. Your wings ruffled as it spread wide to display dominance in hopes that they would frighten or at the very least intimidate them.
It was quiet for a moment as you observed each of the big bulky men that had you trapped in their circle, a mix of bows and arrows and guns in their hands. You deciphered each of their position and eventually spotted the one person who was in training and aimed for him, turning sharply to your side you extended your right wing and let out a few sharp feathers fly towards the person with a whish sound and hit his gun - effectively disarming him.
This triggered a round of gunfire and arrows heading your way, your defense mode activated immediately as you cocooned yourself back with your wings. But before you can fully cover yourself up, a grappling hook managed to grasp your wrist and another on your wing pulling at it painfully.
You felt like you were getting torn in half as the hunters with the hooks started to pull in the opposite directions, your back muscles trying its hardest to retract your wings around yourself.
âSteady her.â The ring leader commanded as he slowly neared your struggling form. The tug-of-war to the ground on your body forced you to kneel with both your arms and wings spread wide.
Your eyes were full of tears as it frantically looked for an exit, trying as much as you can to calculate your escape from this hell hole you managed to get yourself in.
âWhat a beauty,â he commented with his hand caressing your cheek, your nose scrunching up as you moved your head to get away from his foul breath that fanned your face when he spoke.Â
"Couldn't say the same thing to you, though." You replied almost cockily, not really knowing where that little confidence came from.
The smirk on the hunter's face in front of you turned into a scowl at your reply, he clicked his tongue before he revealed to you the sharp sword he held on his side as he took a few steps back.
âAlways bring back a body.â He said as he raised the weapon up in the air, his voice loud enough for all his minions to hear. âEven if it's just a piece - as a souvenir.â
âYouâre sick.â You spat.
"No body, no kill." He spoke again, ignoring you before he raised the sword in front of your to strike.Â
You closed your eyes already accepting defeat, tears free falling down your cheeks and onto the ground.
You waited.
You waited for the sharp swift pain that would cut you in half starting from the top to the bottom.
Waiting for the pain that you would forever lose the ability to feel the air as you glided, and the thrill of free-falling just before you spread your wings.
Waiting for the defeat that you won't get to see those green eyes you keep falling in love with every day.
But it never came.
At the sound of the familiar growl, your eyes snapped back open as you released a breath you weren't aware you were holding.
Looking for your predator, you felt more tears run down your cheek as you watched him take hit after hit of his own sword with the occasional swipe of claws. Brettâs back muscles rippled under the shirt he wore as he struck the man to death, the front of his shirt already splattered with blood.Â
When Brett stumbled upon the scene before him - the sight of you knelt down in front of a sword, the wolf in him did not hesitate to attack the threat his anchor was in. The wolf took full charge of the situation and Brett was not holding it backÂ
The grappling hooks connected to you suddenly lost its grip as you saw Liam and Scott finally take down the people concerned. Taking the claw of the hook off your wrist and wings, you felt relieved despite the lacerations you saw on your limbs and a dislocated wing joint.
âY/N,â Your eyes looked towards the direction of the voice.
âYouâre okay,â you were suddenly being engulfed in an embrace as Brett was finally able to calm down from the rush of adrenaline and anger, his nose taking a deep breath and smelling the scent he drew comfort from.
Your waterworks were nonstop as you dwelled in the feeling of being in the safety and security of Brett Talbot.
You tried to stop the sobs that lingered in your throat as Brett pushed himself away from you but still at arms length to scan you of your injuries, eyes looking, searching and taking notes from head to toe.
He could only sigh when his eyes landed back on yours, one hand cupping your cheek before the other splayed itself on your back and pulling you back against his chest in an embrace.
"So glad we got here in time," Brett could only bury his face further into your neck as his own tears threatened to spill out.
"C'mon," it was Scott who spoke up, breaking the trance the two of you and Brett were in. "We have to get you to Deaton."
"Can you walk?" You heard Brett ask beside you, his face seeming determined to carry you back to his car.
"Yeah, I can." You answered rather softly, the adrenaline in your system already losing its effectiveness making you feel tired. "Don't worry"
âHalloween was yesterday, why are you still wearing your costume?â It was Stiles who cracked a joke when he came with a bloodied bat on his shoulder.
âIâmâŠnot wearing one?â You answered.
This is why Stiles isn't just the œ of the brains (Lydia being the other half) but he is also a whole portion of a person who had a sense of humor, or rather, sarcasm that always lightened your mood. It looked to you that it was his top priority at the moment to keep your mind distracted from the events that occured, and you let him of course.
âOkay, correct me if Iâm wrong but you didnât have wings yesterday.âÂ
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As you all walked back to the cars at a slow and careful pace with your heavy wings and it's feathers dragging behind you, it was Stiles and Liam who started to converse over what just happened (and of the elephant in the room).
"So I'm back to being the human, then?"
"Yeah, sorry." You gave a light laugh, smiling to him as he gave a sigh of defeat.
"Did you know about this?" Liam asked Brett.
"Nope, not a clue." He answered. "Though I wasn't exactly sure either if you were human or if Y/N's scent is just different because she's my mat-anchor."
You looked at Brett who matched your pace beside you despite having long legs, one brow raised questioningly at him. You weren't sure if the others were able to catch what he almost said, but you were sure as hell caught it.
"So what are you exactly?" Liam asked again.
"Avian humanoid?"
"N-no-" you answered. "-when you put it that way, it sounds like I've been experimented on."
"Were you?" Stiles asked.
"No, I wasn't."
"A Phoenix then?"
"I don't think Y/N does fire-do you?" Liam seemed to be entertained at the thought when we looked at you with the question.
"No." Brett was entertained as well as you answered, the laughs you let out bringing back a smile to his face as he watched you interact with your pack.
"Nephilim." You answered.
A chorus of Oh's came from all three of them.
âBut why are your wings Y/F/C?â Stiles asked again.
âWhy not? Canât an angel custom fit the color of her wings to her liking?â You asked back with a laugh.
Squeeeeee i love this blog, i JUST got obsessed with brett (ik i'm late) and i just went through your whole blog in one night
Oh my lord so you were the one blowing up my phone's notifs đ (I LOVE YOU FOR THAT LOL) It's never too late, lovely đ
Btw, to the other people who already follow the blog long time ago, I'm so sorry for being inactive but I, a fresh grad (finally), have been job hunting. Like for real. And I couldn't get the time to even open tumblr these past few weeks to just mindlessly scroll because I have been all around with job interviews and emails and talking to bosses and the HRs. I will try to at least update this week đ huhuhu so sorry again!
Finally made a legit masterlist so you guys wonât have to scroll through all of the blog to find the 2nd parts of certain imagines/requests I made. Each is linked to the imagine.
Oneshots are separated > here
Imagines can also be found in wattpad > here
This is long (eventually when I add more two part or multi series) thatâs why I had to put the âread moreâ link so I wonât bother other readers/people who wouldnât like to see it or wouldnât want to be bothered with a long ass post lol
Ummmmm. You're not allowed to write something so good like your last creature fic where the reader was a literal goddess. I am screaming!!!!! That was so freaking good. And then the powers that the reader had. Incredible. And the fact that they were the child of the most stable relationship in Greek Mythology (Hades and Persephone). Amazing.
ITâS YOU AGAIN, MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BEAN <3 (so you can obvs see that Iâm just now looking through my inbox) but you almost gave me a heart attack when I read the first words of the message lmao, I only saw the preview and got worried that I mightâve upset you BUT OMG I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!Â
RIGHT?! Iâm so glad you liked it!!! (gif is literally me while Iâm replying this to you)
Hi!!!!! I just wanted to say that I have been following your blog for a while AND I'M ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!! I hope you're having a good day! And that you continue to have a good week, month, and year!!
HELLO OMG WHY DID I JUST SEE THIS NOW BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THIS GAVE ME SO MUCH HAPPINESS THAT IT TURNED MY DAY AROUND <3
Still part of the Creature Pref series! Youâll find out what you are if you read it :)
So I finally got to update, apparently a part of our house got flooded because of the monsoon/soon-to-be-typhoon so we had to move things around the house and get the water out which gave me such a workout LOL
Has anyone watched/read the book To All The Boys I've Loved Before? I've been reading mixed reviews of the Netflix movie because they left out a lot from the book or the pacing was too fast. I mean I understand because you can only fit so much into the movie.Â
Anyway, hope you guys like this one if there are any errors my bad!
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"Everything here can kill you," you started just as you raised your clenched fist ready to hit the person in front of you, your other hand resting on the backrest of the seat behind him.
"But I can do it the most efficiently." Your threat spilled like venom out of your mouth, just the way your mother taught you. Your eyes already giving a rare glow that did not exist on this earth but rather the Underworld, something that you've inherited from your father.
"I'd rather tell her now if I were you," Scott added with a shrug of his shoulders, his arms still crossed over his chest as he walked closer to you and looked at the person sitting on the chair with a much more intense gaze.
"Yeah," you heard Stiles agree on one side of the small room, a chuckle sounding as he continued. "It's all fun and games until she obliterates you from existence."
Brett, being the one to alert them that it was Theo whom he saw was the last person Liam was with, stood quietly on the other side of the room as he watched how you and your pack went to work on the disappearance of the youngest member of the McCall pack.
He wasn't particularly concerned for him but whenever you were involved in any situations like this, he'd feel more at ease with his wolf if he were nearby his anchor. He wasn't sure why but the fact that he doesn't know what you are yet made him believe that you were like Stiles - human. But your scent made all the difference with it smelling unusual than the others around him, in fact, it was truly unique that he and a lot of other supernaturals havenât been able to figure out what you were â except for your own pack members of course.
And they weren't too keen on telling anybody else without you knowing or permitting them to, concerned that if word got out then a Deadpool 2.0 might wreak havoc again in Beacon Hills.
While half of the pack was in one room, the other half was in the living room with Lydia. Kira and Malia were helping her in deciphering where Theo might have kept Liam, a map was laid out on the wooden coffee table in front of them with their expressions mirroring their own with worry and frustration the longer it took for them to solve this.
All of you were quite surprised that Theo was able to hide Liamâs whereabouts with little to no trace but it was pissing you off the longer he stayed silent on where he kept him, he never said a word when you started to ask hours ago and Brett can already see the irritation you felt as you clenched your fists tighter making your knuckles turn whiter than your skin.
âTheo, you better tell her n-â Just when Scott intervened and broke the silence Theo gave you as a reply for the nth time that night, everyone stood still and quiet at what they just witnessed when they heard a startled yelp from you.
Without a second to spare, Brett already had Theo up against the wall by his neck with a good foot above the ground. A deep growl resonated as the werewolf bared his canines at the chimera in front of him, Brett's hold on the neck slowly growing tighter.
âI thought...gods didnât... bleed.â Theo managed to give a low chuckle through the chokehold, his claws on one hand still dripping with the crimson liquid that came from you.
Brett was snapped out of the raging trance he was in by Theoâs words, his glowing eyes returning to their normal ones before the taller werewolf glanced back to where you stood still.
Five lines marred the skin of your face starting from your jaw and slashing its way diagonally to your forehead, blood was everywhere as it dripped to your chin and down to your clean shirt â some landing on the floor as small red droplets.
âY/N, youâre -â but even before Brett could finish, your skin had already healed itself only leaving blood as proof that you were hit. But you simply wiped it away as much as you can with the sleeve of your sweater, not even bothering that it would definitely be hard to remove the stain later on.
âYouâre so screwed now.â The werecoyote shook her head in disbelief from across the room while the others had shock written on their faces.
With a fast yet graceful movement, you were now standing before Theo who was still struggling against the hold Brett had on his neck. Your eyes glowed that dangerous color again the same time that Brett felt something was trying to tug the chimera out of his grasp, he could only let go and stand beside you to watch.
To anyone, it would only look like you were staring at the abomination in front of you. But to the person at your mercy, it was quite a horrific experience.
Theo, as much as he wanted to, couldnât take his eyes off of you nor could be close them as he watched your face contort to the ugliest and scariest look he saw in his entire existence (A/N: anyone watch any horror films lately? lmao, if you're interested btw, there's a series on yt under the account Crpyt TV). With a slow little head tilt to the side, everything seemed much scarier to him as every single nightmare known and unknown to man flashed in front of him.
It went on for about a few minutes until you felt a warm hand rest itself on your shoulder that made you finally stop and drop Theoâs body on the ground with a loud thud that you were sure dented the floorboards, the body in front of you turned pale that the expression âyou looked like youâve seen a ghostâ or âscared shtlessâ would be appropriate at the moment. His ears and nose bled as his eyes darted around almost frantically, his arms wrapped around himself as if he was cold as he tried to scoot further into the corner afraid â the smirk he had earlier was replaced with fright.
Brett was the one to pull you away as Scott and Stiles approached Theo, the werewolfâs expression seemingly determined to ask what just happened.
Settling you down on a chair in the dining area, Brett walked up to the fridge to get an ice pack - something he thought you might need basing from your constant massaging on the back part of your neck as well as your head.
âWhat was that?â He asked, the tone of his voice seemingly softer as he sat himself down in front of you and leaned closer to cup the back of your head with the ice pack that instantly relieved the throbbing pain you felt.
âWhat was what?â you asked back, massaging your temples with your forefingers and middle fingers. âI did my job.â
Brett glanced across the room as he watched Scott and Stiles and a quivering terrified Theo conversed⊠well it was more Stiles and Scott conversing and Theo flinching at every movement they made.
âAnd that job was to stare at Theo?â You didnât know if you were hearing a hint of jealousy in the tone of his voice when he asked that particular question, it made you smile internally.
âAm I hearing envy from you, Talbot?â You asked playfully, trying to lighten up the mood and hopefully stir the conversation away from the subject.
âOh, so Iâm Talbot now?â
âAnd stop changing the subject,â he added shortly after you gave a small giggle.
âTrust me, Brett. If I were to âstareâ-â you are quoted. â- at you the way I did Theo, you wouldnât be able to survive.â
He only looked at you confused.
âAnd I wouldnât do it to you in the first place,â you said as a matter of fact.
âWhat was it back there?â He asked again. âI always thought that you were-â
âHuman?â
âYes⊠and n-no.â
There was a long pause that surrounded the two of you before you answered.
âI inflicted Theo with just a little bit of insanity.â
âA little?â He asked questioningly, one brow up.
Putting the almost melted ice pack on the counter, you thanked Brett before you sat more comfortably on the chair.
âThatâs only a little, I promise.â You replied with a smile that Brett would consider to be angelic despite what you just did to the poor guy. âHeâd probably be dead if I did more than a little.â
âSo how was it that you managed to do just that?â
Brett listened intently as you spoke, his eyes never leaving yours as he concentrated and digested every information you gave him. You answered his questions as simple as you can and not overcomplicate things for him - the gods know he might not be able to handle it.
Your conversation with him didnât stop when you went home.
âYeah, well when you father and mother decide to mess around quite often,â You started, your feet already taking you down the stairs and into your kitchen. âYou get a lot of us.â
âWait, thereâs more of you?â You can hear the disbelief in the werewolfâs voice as he asked from behind you.
When you meant by âa lot of us,â you pointed out that you also had siblings â 3 older siblings felt a lot; and you were quite glad to be able to study outside of camp and far away from the 3 of them â given that you still had your usual terms and conditions when you spoke with your parents about your choice of living arrangements.
âThatâs the only thing that surprised you?â You almost laughed in disbelief. âIt didnât make you run for the hills when you found out that you were going out with the youngest kid of Hades and Persephone?â
You stopped pouring milk into your cereal and looked at him, waiting for his reply that never really came.
â⊠That you were going out with a goddess who can drive men insane with just a look?â You continued. âOr the fact that I inherited my dadâs killing the entire race with a snap of a finger? (A/N: still mad about IW.. Thanos doesnât know how to snap his fingers properly lmao)â
Brett was silent as he stared at you, his body still standing by the threshold of the kitchen leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He didnât know what to feel about the information being given to him at the moment, he thought that it was too early in the morning to hear it. It was either that, or the sight of you just waking up in his shirt making breakfast in the kitchen was distracting.
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If any of my beautiful readers are in to reading webtoons or are pretty interested in reading some, I highly recommend LORE OLYMPUS by Rachel Smythe/usedbandaid(her tumblr). You can read it on the LINE WEBTOON app or online, whichever you prefer :D
I SUPER DUPER LOVE THE ART STYLE AHHH and I have always been a fan of the Hades and Persephone pairing <3 And Lore Olympus is a modern take on it. She updates every Sunday!
Sorry for not updating, not sure if some of you were aware but our country is having quite the monsoon and has been flooding some areas, ours included. Not much but enough for us to be busy around the house to remove as much water as we can out of our home. And I don't know how much I'll be updating for the coming weeks because our weather forecast is expecting two typhoons headed our way :(( We're used to it, but I don't want other people suffering anymore because of water flooding and destroying their homes ;(
This was longer than what I expected lol, well I guess it compensates with the short imagine before this :D Hope you guys enjoy this one, I tried to make a small background story for this in my head and I hope it went well. This is much more different than the one I wrote over on my Isaac Lahey imagines blog :) And I actually enjoyed writing this.
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"Are you okay?" Brett asked turning around to find you doubled over with your hands on your knees, the actions you seem to keep repeating over the period of your 'walk'-it was more of a jog for you â didn't go unnoticed as you tried to keep up with the long-legged werewolf on his so-called morning walk before school.
You were mad at him as of the moment, it wasn't even a school day and he was making you do this instead of sleeping in until lunchtime. You've managed to finish every school work the night before so wouldn't have to wake up early the next day to do it, it was some sort of a reward to yourself for being able to finish before anyone over the weekend.
"Yeah," you answered as you tried to get your breathing back to normal, your hands trying to massage your calves. "Just a little out of breath."
"Well, you wouldn't be if you weren't on your ass all day and always in your room, not being outsi-"
"Hey!" You called out as you looked up with eyes that squinted a little because of the sunlight, stopping him from further scolding you like a child. "I have my reasons, alright?"
You had your brows furrowed as your face glistened with sweat under the morning sun, your cheeks were more flushed than before after several laps around the small subdivision you lived in. Brett only scoffed at this and walked back a few feet to where you were, leaning down and looking at your tired and out-of-breath state.
"Keep up just a little longer, we're almost to your place." He said, in a manner that you found somewhat comforting and yet pushy with the way he leaned back to his full height and pulled you up by your bicep before holding your arms from behind and giving you a good push to continue the walk.
Damn, this athlete. You thought as you groaned before finally feeling the last bit of shove of adrenaline in your system and finally being able to make it home alive, Brett cheering you on with a smile as he secretly observed the view from behind.
After what felt like an hour, were only a few minutes in reality, you both finally made it back to your house.
"That wasn't so bad," Brett chuckled as you sat on the steps of your front porch, you were already starting to feel the aftermath of the ache of the morning jog as you leaned back and let out a sigh of relief.
"Speak for yourself," you muttered before feeling the contractions of your muscles in your calves making you wince, a small whimper suddenly escaping your lips as you gripped your leg while tears started to fill the rim of your eyes. (a/n: imagine leg cramps for a good measure. These hurt so damn much especially when it wakes you up at night </3)
"Are you hurt?" The expression on Brett's face suddenly changed to worry as you found him already kneeling in front of you, his hands didn't waste any time as they kneaded the contracting muscles in your calves trying to let it relax - his veins turned a dark color indicating just how much pain you were in.
The door to your home suddenly opened just as the ache in the muscles of your leg subsided and you found Brett immediately looking up with an attentive and -what you could guess as an- intimidated look on his face.
"Sir," he nodded his head in acknowledgment as he helped you back to your feet just as you turned around to find your father with a serious demeanor plastered on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest, a hot cup of black coffee in one hand and if you looked close enough, you can see the red angry color marking his ears at the sight he opened his door to in the morning. You could've laughed at that moment if it weren't for the throbbing ache you were still feeling in your legs.
"Talbot," Your dad greeted, his eyes trained on the boy behind you as you walked up the steps of your home.
"Hi, dad." You greeted with a smile.
"Hello, my little seashell." Your father's facial features immediately changed to a soft and loving expression he only reserved for you and your mother when his eyes landed on you, a kiss was planted on your forehead before he told you to go back inside to have breakfast.
"You go ahead, I'll be with you and mom in a few." He said, ushering you inside just as your mother greeted you and Brett from the doorway of your home.
Brett gave a smile to both you and your mother before his expression changed back and his eyes looking back at your father.
"It's a full moon tonight, Brett." Your father spoke when you and your mom were out of earshot, letting him recall what was to come.
"I know, sir," Brett answered as politely as he can, his face turning more serious at the reminder.
Your parents were instantly dragged into all of the supernatural mess once you've befriended Scott and the others-even making you a part of the 'inner circle' as what Mason had dubbed it, Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall had the honors of elaborating everything that's been happening in Beacon Hills to your parents. Surprisingly, they were more open and understanding of it which somehow confused the other people who knew-not really expecting a calm expression on their faces when everything was revealed.
So now, it wasn't a secret to your parents what Brett was and what would happen every month, it was more of a fatherly instinct that he didn't want to let his daughter get mixed into the mess and get hurt-or worse get killed-because they weren't careful despite their assurance that nothing bad would come your way.
Looking down at your legs, you were back in your room and you can still feel the heat from Brett's hands that touched your skin from a while ago. You remembered the aching lessened the moment you saw the dark veins appear on his hands and arms and you were grateful that he was able to do it, you didn't know how long you were going to last if he wasn't there with you â or if you were going to be able to walk back inside your own home.
"How are your legs, sweetheart?" You looked up to meet the very concerned face of your mom, she walked out of your bathroom where she already has prepared the water in your bathtub. She dried her hands with the soft pink towel she held before hanging it on the backrest of your chair and resting her hands on her hips waiting for your answer.
While the werewolves had their own thing going on every month, so did you.
  "It's starting to hurt again." You confessed from where you were seated on your bed, your nose scrunching up from the occasional throb making itself known for the nth time that morning. Your mom then walked up to you and reached for your arm to wrap it around her shoulders while her other arm wrapped around your waist, letting you stand on shaky legs from the pain that was slowly spreading from your waist down.
She knew what was up, she knew the moment she got you.
"Well, let's get you in the tub then." She smiled before placing a kiss on your head and helping you walk to your bathroom.
The instant you sat down waist deep in the water of your bathtub, the throbbing and aching instantly went away making you breathe a sigh of relief.
"Lift your head," She instructed before laying a rolled towel behind your head.
"Thanks, mom." This has become a routine every full moon and you weren't keen on telling anybody about it, embarrassed that they may see you as a freak of nature â despite hanging out with a lot of supernaturals, you were still hesitant in telling them; your parents only understood with why you chose not telling anyone.
You stayed there for the rest of the day, not really caring if your skin pruned from being wet for almost the whole day. Soaking yourself in a saltwater bath was the most effective way to literally wash away the pain, rather than those painkillers you tried to drink that lasted only a few hours in your system, your mom occasionally comes in to check on you and add more water if needed.
"Well, sleep tight, my dear." She said as she placed a kiss on your forehead, giving you a final check for the night.
It was well over 10PM when you started to feel yourself getting tired and sleepy, you mumbled a goodnight to her before she left the bathroom with the door open and the warm white light turned on by the counter of the bathroom.
After a few hours though, something made you jolt awake from leaning against the tub. There was an ache that pulled you to get up on your two legs and walk, just simply walk out of the comfort of the water.
You were still in your change of clothes the morning after the jog when your legs took you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you can see the full moon just outside your window. It looked larger than normal and it seemed like it had more of a golden color rather than its usual blue-white glow.
Still wet from the chest below, your feet took you down the stairs without making any noise despite the stinging pain you felt with every step you took â you wanted so much to go back upstairs but what your body felt was something else. You didn't know what was happening or why it was happening but every fiber in your body began to pull you out of the safety of your own home and outside into the cold night.
And as if in a blink of an eye, your scenery changes. The pads of your feet felt the different texture of the ground you were walking on, from the soft cold soil to the rough coolness of the grains of sand. You felt the wind blow and spray salt water on you as you neared the shore walking on wet sand, you now can definitely see just how much larger the moon was as your eyes glowed the same color that reflected the heavenly body.
 Without any hesitation, your legs took you farther down the shore. The waves rolled and came crashing against the land brought you the calmness that you missed, that you craved so much from being so far from the sea â from your home.
Already waist deep, you walked even further until you were barely tiptoeing the sand while you held your head above the water. You felt the waves pulling you in and just like that, you were now underwater. You didn't struggle, you simply closed your eyes as you felt a sense of comfort and security while you floated still as the ocean hugged back a creature it missed dearly.
It didn't take too long for you to finally feel the tightness in your chest from being out of breath, your legs were locking together that you couldn't feel them move as you sink further down. As you looked up, you saw the blurred sky and the moonlight glowing above you and with a final blink of your eyes you finally took in a breath.
You felt warmth wrapping around your legs and as if with a burst of energy that erupted back in your body, you felt your tail move. It glistened an iridescent color (a/n: okay you can pick whatever color you want your tail to be) under the moonlight that shined through the water. You looked around, surprising yourself that you could see clearer â the colorful seabed below you, the fishes that swam around you and other sea dwellers.
You swam around only to finally feel yourself tire out, you suddenly felt faint as you tried to swim back to shore. You tried to look for an area to hide, afraid that if humans were to discover you you'd be good as dead.
 Looking around, you found a spot behind large boulders that were almost clustered together to create a nest. But before you can further swim to the shore, you stopped and dove your head back in. The sight of a silhouette walking around this late at night had your insides churning out of fear.
Brett was sure he saw something in the water, and he was starting to feel worried since he tracked your scent down to the beach. It was starting to grow faint since the salt air was too overpowering for him. His eyes glowed a yellow color once more, the supermoon affecting him and making it harder for him to control his wolf. But as long as he knew you were safe, he was going to be fine. Although right now, his wolf was on edge and he needed the reassurance that you were there â it wasn't too happy to get a call from your mom at 3 in the morning that you weren't in your room and that the front door was left open.
Scanning the tree line, he walked further down the shore to a pile of rocks when he didn't get any scent from you there. Another splashing noise was heard making Brett's heard turn so quick that if he was only human, he might've gotten a whiplash or a neck brace because of it.
He wasn't too familiar with the area so he was as careful as ever, he didn't know what was making the noise and he wasn't too keen on finding out if it were a predator like him. He worried even more since he could still trace your scent in the air, stronger now if it were possible.
The splashing suddenly stopped and Brett stilled from the spot he was standing on; a very faint heartbeat could be heard just behind the boulders a few feet from him. His own heart started to beat faster when he smelled your strong scent coming from behind the very same boulders.
Almost running to the spot, he readied his claws to attack whatever you may have encountered. But as he turned, he felt his heart drop at the sight of you.
Washed up on shore with a tail he wasn't sure how long, you were on your side naked with only your now longer hair covering your face and back. He was instantly on his knees in front of you as he cradled your head on his lap, his hands cupping your face and patting your cheeks to wake you.
"Y/N, hey," Brett called for you, shaking your shoulder and sitting you up against him. "Babe, wake up."
He saw your eyes squint but it remained shut, it was a good sign to him that you were responding.
"Hey, stay with me." He said, still shaking you awake and patting your cheek to get you back from unconsciousness.
When you remained still, Brett shed his jacket and wrapped it around your naked torso before hooking his arms around your back and your legs - er tail. If it weren't for Brett being a werewolf, he wouldn't be able to carry with you how much your tail added more weight as he walked back from the shore and past the tree line where cars were waiting for you both.
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Brett was kneeling on the floor beside the metal bathtub you were in, still unconscious but more alive than when he brought you back from the shore. He rolled another towel and gently placed it behind your head to let you feel more comfortable, it was a smaller tub than the one you had back home but it would be enough for now.
âWhat?â Brett heard Scott ask, the confused tone in his voice matched everyoneâs features in the room.
âI was part of the Marine Corps that were tasked to take down a group of âpiratesâ that were wreaking havoc in aâŠâ Your father trailed, thinking of a better word that would not disclose the specific location he was trying to tell. ââŠplace I forgot but it was where I found Y/N.â
âThey spoke of tales about mermaids, about Y/Nâs kind, being the keepers of the sunken treasures of the past nobilities their history.â Everyone was listening intently, their eyes fixed on the man in front of them as he told them what he saw and heard before he retired.
Brett was still by your side as you stirred, your eyes remained shut but upon feeling his warm hand on your cheek you relaxed and unconsciously leaned towards the warmth. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, Brett looked back up to listen.
âThis wasnât true though,â A sigh can be heard as your mother continued for her husband, an ache in her heart was slowly growing.
âThere were no gold nor diamonds filled to the brim of the treasure chest that the pirates stole.â She said, looking down on your form resting in the tub and breathing in deeply to try and swallow the small sob that was coming out of her throat.
âInstead, upon opening the treasure chest, they found a sleeping little mermaid â Y/N.â
Your mother wasnât able to control the tears that started to roll down her cheeks, being a mother and having your child taken away from you and never return hurt. She knew what it felt like and she didnât want any other mother to experience it, it punctured a hole in her heart that she didnât know if it were still possible for her to recover from it. But then you came and filled the void in her.
Feeling tears fill the rim of his eyes, Brett looked towards you before holding your hand that was still under the warm water. He felt a small squeeze on his hand, and it surprised him making him almost jolt up on his feet.
âY/N?â Everyoneâs eyes were on you as Brett spoke your name, waiting for a response that would show them you were well on your way to being okay.
Your eyes fluttered open to see a different environment, you adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position seated on the tub while looking around to find familiar faces looking at you. Your parents were immediately by the tub on one side as Brett remained on the other. It didnât take too long for Deaton to assess your current state, the vet writing down on his notebook as he took notes of whatever he learned this early in the morning while he told your parents that you were going to be okay.
âIt was a super moon tonight, no wonder Y/N felt the pull much stronger this time than before.â He informed, noting the larger size of earthâs satellite. He had gathered your parents and the others outside of the room leaving you and Brett alone.
âYou okay?â Brett asked, making you look up at him from your still glistening tail.
âYeah,â you answer was barely a whisper before you looked back down, you felt embarrassed to have Brett see you in this state.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Brett asked, concern written on his face when you didnât look at him for longer than a second. He hooked his index finger under your chin making you turn your attention to him.
He knew that face you were making when you felt ashamed of something and he knew exactly what you were ashamed of, but he thought otherwise.
âItâs beautiful, Y/N.â Brett simply spoke, his hand cupping your cheek.
You could only chew your bottom lip as you felt your cheeks flush at his compliment, his eyes glimmering with something else as he pulled you closer and met your lips with his. Soft lips danced with yours, shy at first before it started to grow needier. His hand that cupped your cheek slowly moved down to splay itself on your neck, the other resting on the rim of the tub.
You felt his tongue trace your lip asking for access before you felt yourself gasping when you felt your bottom lip get caught between his teeth and him deepening the kiss further, you didnât want to pull away but you didnât want to risk getting caught by the people outside of the roomâ specifically your dad.
You pulled away, his forehead resting on yours as he dove in for a final taste.
âYou donât know how long I waited to do that,â he said out of breath.
âSame here,â you dittoed.
He could only smile before placing a peck on the tip of your nose.
âI can be your Prince Eric if you want,â he joked, making you look at him with one brow up. âIâll even brush your hair with a fork if you like.â
You could only give a giggle before cupping a handful of water from the tub and splashing it at him.
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Wrote that in the afternoon and finished at 3:30am the next day, I really enjoyed writing it that's why.
Did a little research on whether mermaids get periods, and the answer is no. LOLÂ
Was that good? Can you guess what creature will I write next? Â
Finally made a legit masterlist so you guys wonât have to scroll through all of the blog to find the 2nd parts of certain imagines/requests I made. Each is linked to the imagine.
Oneshots and two-shot/multi-series are separated >Â here
Imagines can also be found in wattpad > here
This is long thatâs why I had to put the âread moreâ link so I wonât bother other readers/people who wouldnât like to see it or wouldnât want to be bothered with a long ass post lol
*please notify me for any errors with regards to the links Iâve attached (whether it is a title linked wrong or an error with the link itself)
UPDATED! With the addition of the new imagines posted, the MASTERLIST II has also been updated so go check it out!
Drop an ask/message to tell me what youâd like me to write the next time I update, for now, I am currently doing the What Creature you are Preference.
Have fun reading!!! Thank you also for those who reblog and send feedback on my writings, they are absolutely appreciated <3
Finally made a legit masterlist so you guys wonât have to scroll through all of the blog to find the 2nd parts of certain imagines/requests I made. Each is linked to the imagine.
Oneshots are separated > here
Imagines can also be found in wattpad > here
This is long (eventually when I add more two part or multi series) thatâs why I had to put the âread moreâ link so I wonât bother other readers/people who wouldnât like to see it or wouldnât want to be bothered with a long ass post lol
This became a request along the way. And it's shorter than what I would've liked it to be, but anyway, I enjoyed writing this one =))
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âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âIf itâs ânothing,â then why are you staring at me?â You asked, air-quoting the words with your index and middle fingers.
 âI canât help it!â Â
âWhat? Why?!â
âItâs justâŠâ Brett trailed off, trying to think of a way on how he could mouth the thoughts that were running through his head.
âWhat?â You asked, your chewing slowing down as you waited for his response.
You saw him raise a piece to his lips before taking a bite, a small moan could be heard as the food hit his taste buds before chewing it and his Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallowed.
âI always thought bloodsuckers were allergic to garlic.â At that, he raised the hand that was holding a piece of the garlic bread and pointed a finger to the piece you were currently holding in yours. âHow did you make these?â
âWith my bare hands, Fido.â You said dryly.
You rolled your eyes before taking the last bite of your food in your mouth and rubbing your hands together in a manner to dust off the breadcrumbs, it was a playful thing between the two of you - calling each other names that tend to be insulting towards each otherâs races.
Brett was seated on one of the barstools of the kitchen island of your home watching you as you shut the door of the toaster, a plate filled with slices of hot toasted garlic bread in hand as you settled down on the seat across him.
âI mean, doesnât it kill you or something?â He looked at you with a hesitant smile before taking another slice, continuing the conversation that seemed like an attack on your part.
âGarlic bread can kill me.â You answered plainly. âIf I ate a lot in one go and choke on it, sure.â
Brett looked at you with a brow raised at your sarcastic reply, Stiles was definitely rubbing off on you he noted. After the meeting that went down just a while ago in Scottâs house, you and Brett headed back to your place. You were currently in the kitchen rummaging to see what you could eat and seeing that garlic bread was the only thing left in the pantry, you settled for it.
âBut donât you guys just drink blood?â
âI do," you answered before taking a bite from the piece of bread in your hand, your cheek bulging to the side as you chewed. "But I don't what to."
âToo lazy to go outside at the moment.â You added.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you ate, the werewolf had his eyes trained on you as you ate happily with a smile that he enjoyed seeing.
âStop looking at me like that.â
âI just canât help but imagine vampires in Italy having a fit because they canât have garlic.â Brett chuckled, his eyes glimmering at the thought of it.
You sent a look of annoyance his way at what he said before you threw the last piece of bread in your hand at his face, purposefully going for his forehead but instead, with fast reflexes, he opened his mouth to catch it.
âI hate you.â Your nose scrunched up as your brows furrowed.
He could only laugh before leaning over the counter and planting a kiss between your brows, your nose bridge and the tip of your nose just before you pushed him away.
âEw, dog slobber.â You responded with a laugh, pushing him back to his seat and seeing a dumbfounded look on his face - a hand to his chest with a look that seemed as if he was offended by what you said.
"I hurt, Count Dracula wannabe." He teased.
"Glad it did, Alpo-breath." You let out a laugh.
"You win this round, Y/N." He said in defeat.
"Damn, I gotta think of new names to call you." He muttered with a chuckle, more to himself but you heard it nonetheless.
âSo, itâs just a myth â you and garlic?â He asked, finally changing the subject of name-calling as he leaned on the counter with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.
âWhy do you make it sound like Iâm in a relationship with a plantâs bulb?â You asked laughing, resting yourself against the backrest of your chair. âBut yes, itâs a myth.â
âHow âbout the getting-burned-when-exposed-to-the-sun-and-ultimately-dying bit?â He asked again. You can tell that some of his questions were sincere while others were simply a teasing or a joke.
âMyth.â You answered. âYou should already know that since youâve seen me in school and in broad daylight,Brett.â
âThe sparkling-under-the-sun Edward Cullen type?â
âDo I look like I sparkle to you?â You asked with one brow up.
âWith that highlight, you use on a regular basis, why not?â He complimented making you quirk up at the fact that this handsome being in front of you pay attention to the minute details that most boys wouldnât even bother noticing what itâs called.
He saw the smile that played on your lips at his response, it made him somewhat proud that he was knowledgeable at the very least of these types of things when it came to you. With that, he couldnât help but wink at you to which you responded by biting your lips between your teeth to stop yourself from smiling any wider at Brettâs flirty attitude that was making an appearance out of the blue.
âHow about the wooden stake to-â
âBrett, anyone can die from a wooden stake to the heart.â You cut him off, giving him a logical answer.
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What other creatures would you like me to write, other than the ones I'll be doing from the Isaac Lahey one (Check that out so you know what I'll be writing in the next parts of this imagines book..but I might not add a nephilim though)? I've already done a Veela and Gumiho/Kumiho so I'd like to know what else you have in mind :D
** This is just a short one, by the way, not much action because that kept draining the words out of my brain =)) I don't know what else to write so I'll be settling in first on short imagines and maybe lighthearted ones :D
So I just realized that I haven't done any creature pref for this imagines blog like I did with the Isaac Lahey one. (You can go check that one out btw if you're interested >> X)Â But what other creatures would you like me to write other than the ones I did with the Isaac Lahey Creature preference?
So far I have these lined up to make:
1. Vampire
2. Angel
3. Mermaid
4. Witch
5. Shapeshifter
6. Phoenix
(might not add the nephilim though, and Iâve already done some creatures like Veela and a Gumiho/Kumiho)
I'd like to know your thoughts! Drop an ask or comment on this post!
