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I have no idea when I’ll post this chapter, but I promise you it will be good.
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Stiles walked me to the front door. I could hear my brother honking his horn.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Stilinski,” I said as I began to turn the doorknob only to have Stiles gently grab my wrist, I slowly turned around. I looked up at his hazel eyes, he turned his head to see if his dad wasn’t in the living room. Stiles placed his hand on my forearm gently pushing me against the door, he slowly bent down, I stood on my tippy toes turning my head to the side. Stiles lips softly collided with mine. I brought my hand up to the back of his neck pulling him towards me a little more. Our kiss grew as the seconds passed, his tongue slide into my mouth, causing a quiet moan to escape my lips. I felt Stiles’ hands move down my arm and onto my hips. I was sucked in the intimate moment that I completely ignored the honking from outside.
“Stiles, will you let Stephanie leave, her brother is getting really annoying with the horn,” Stiles dad yelled from the kitchen. Stiles pulled away from me. Our eyes met, his eyes were sparkling.
I tucked some of my hair that fell in my face behind my ear. I looked down at my shoes for a sec and then looked up at Stiles with a smile, whose face was bright red.
“Um… I guess I should let you go,” Stiles’ voice cracked a little. He slowly removed his hands from my waist.
“Probably should,” I chuckled, I slowly let my hands fall from the back of his neck. Stiles stepped back giving me room. I turned around with a goofy grin on my face, I pulled my bag up more on my shoulder and open the door. I walked out onto the porch. I could hear the crickets chirping, and my brother’s car engine running.
“Steph,” Stiles said I turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed over his chest the porch light shining on him.
“Yeah Stiles,” I softly said.
“Thanks for helping me study,” Stiles winked at me.
“You’re welcome,” I winked back.
“See you tomorrow,”
“See ya,” I felt all happy and giggly inside. I began to walk backwards, as I kept my eyes on Stiles who was still leaning against the door. Dean honked his horn at me again, to tell me to hurry up. I continued walking backwards not realizing I made it to the edge of the porch. I fell back onto the first step, causing my heart to jump to my throat. A loud snort escaped my mouth and I began to laugh. Stiles started laughing as well. I heard a car door shut, causing me to stop to not laugh so hard. I turned around to see Dean walking up behind me.
“Stephanie, I swear to God,” Dean grabbed me by my elbow, pulling me down the last few stairs.
“Stiles seriously,” Stiles father said as he grabbed his son by the shirt.
“Come on Dad, I was going to come in, I was just making sure Steph made it to the car,” Stiles said.
“Sure Stiles,” Stiles father said as he waved to me before shutting the door, I waved back. I turned my attention to my brother.
“Dean you can let go of me,” I yanked my arm away from him.
“Get in the car,” Dean sternly said, he walked over to the driver’s side, he climbed in slamming the car door behind him. I just rolled my eyes and opened the passenger door. Dean had “Heavy Metal by Sam Hagar” playing out of the speakers. I placed my bag at my feet and reached over my shoulder grabbing my seatbelt and buckled it. I turned my head to see Dean giving me an annoyed older brother look.
“What?” I said with an attitude.
“What… why the hell did it take you 20 minutes to get out here?” Dean said as he switched the gear putting the car into drive.
“It didn’t take me 20 minutes, more like 5,” I said at my overprotective brother.
“Liar and I don’t trust that kid, why did I even let you study with him,” Dean said, as he began to turn the wheel.
“He’s a good guy, Dean,” I said. Dean bit on his bottom lip shaking his head.
An idea I’ve been fucking with recently… Slytherin champion Stiles and Durmstrang champion Derek who fall in love during the Triwizard Tournament while trying to avoid Beauxbatons champion Kate because she’s kind of creepy?? Oh and she’s trying to murder Derek and his entire family.
Anyways if anyone wants to write this I’d fucking die for you thanks
Summary: You really don’t want to go. But in the end, why not? If it sucks, you can still enjoy the movie. It’s just a simple blind date. But… is it?
Word Count: 1684
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Request: You should write a fluff on Dylan about a blind date and going to the movie theaters thinking the date would suck and the people in front of you being rude so you throw popcorn at them and pull pranks on them and enjoy eachother’s company instead.
A/N: This was requested so long ago I forgot who asked for it, or if it was an anon! I’m sorry! Also… you can say that I’m back at writing tehee! This wasn’t proofreaded, I wrote it in two days, it probably sucks, but hey. I wrote it so why not post it?
summary; the night before y/n and her friends go to costa rica for a wedding, she decides last minute to have one last night out with her best friend. things take a turn when she’s approached with an offer she should refuse but can’t and ends up wondering if she made the right decision after all when she soon realizes she might have feelings for him.
warnings; swearing, drinking, mentions of cheating, slight jealousy and sexual tension
word count; 4,884 words
a/n; sorry this took so long to upload! hope everyone had a fantastic halloween and are really excited for thanksgiving whoo hoo! anyways, hope you guys like this and please let me know what you think!
dedicated to the reader: may you find happiness
chapter three: the first night in costa rica
Costa Rica was indeed the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Green trees surrounding the area as tall as the eye can see, the smell of coconut and the salty seawater lingered through the air. I swear I had to pinch myself a few times to let me know that this was definitely not a dream. We all check-in as Aiden calls up a shuttle, the gang huddling inside as we made our way to our villas. I was thankful enough to have gotten the window seat because Allison knows how claustrophobic I am and even though the shuttle had plenty of space, to me it felt like ten people trapped in one tiny car. The man driving took us on a small tour on the way to our villas, giving us some background information about the place. I close my eyes and just let the sound around me sink in, the soft wind brushing against my face as I hear birds chirping in the distance. I felt so relaxed in just a short amount of time, Costa Rica was already rubbing on me.
The shuttle comes to a halt as the driver gets out, making his way to open up our door. He points to a somewhat large villa, the backyard covered with trees with a giant window on the second story overlooking a beautiful waterfall.
“This is for ladies.” He says in broken English. One by one, the girls get out the car and grab their bags, following the driver who’s name is Marco to the front of the villa. He swipes a car as the door opens, Malia and Lydia the first ones to walk in.
summary; the night before y/n and her friends go to costa rica for a wedding, she decides last minute to have one last night out with her best friend. things take a turn when she’s approached with an offer she should refuse but can’t and ends up wondering if she made the right decision after all when she soon realizes she might have feelings for him.
warnings; implied smut, swearing, underage drinking and some sexual and flirtatious tension (if that’s a thing)
word count; 5,010 words
a/n; im back bitches with a new part ;) thank you to everyone for the feedback on the first part, it really motivated me to write! also, there is a flashback in this so i hope it doesn’t confuse you when you’re reading. i hope you guys are loving this so far and you have some theories about what might happen in costa rica. anyways, hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you think!
dedicated to the reader: may you find happiness
chapter two: the next morning
My head is pounding, as if someone is hitting my head with a hammer repeatedly. I remind myself to never drink that much again as I pull the covers off my face, the sunlight shining right on me. I check the clock, seeing that I only had three hours until we all had to be at the airport which gives me no time at all to do whatever I wanted. It was a good thing I had packed everything last night otherwise I would be rushing to get everything done.
I pull the covers back over, now realizing that I have no clothes on. Why am I naked? I try and recall anything from last night and see if anything happened when it hit me. Oh shit. I cover my mouth as I try and contain my gasp, hoping and praying Stiles wasn’t here still. I turn to the other side, seeing a bare back next to me followed by nothing but ass. I quietly scream and start to panic. I try and pull myself together as I take a deep breath, grabbing one of the sheets and covering myself as I get up from my spot, walking over to my bedroom door. How could I have let this happen? Did we have sex? No, calm down Y/N, maybe he just spent the night. Naked. I try and convince myself that whatever happened last night didn’t actually happen and it was just one big mistake.
I see Stiles moving around in the bed, seeing his hand go to the spot next to him. Feeling around and realizing I wasn’t there, his head jerks up and his eyes land on me.
“Good morning.” His voice is groggy yet sexy, I couldn’t help but melt at his voice. No Y/N what the hell are you saying? His hair is ruffled and his eyes are sleepy, how could someone look so perfect even at the crack of dawn? All that’s going through my head right now is regret, I wish this wasn’t happening right now. This is the part where I’m hoping I’ll wake up and see that I’m alone, but I think it’s safe to say that wasn’t going to happen.This wasn’t me. I was never labeled as that girl who did one night stands; in fact, I hated it as much as the next person. Yet, here I am face to face with my best friend as we stare at each other naked. Even if this was just meaningless sex, I couldn’t help but wonder in the back of my mind if it was more than that at this point.
Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, character death,
Summary: With Y/N now in the know, Derek has to work overtime making sure she is safe and staying out of the trouble that Beacon Hills holds. That proves to be difficult when Y/N doesn’t want a babysitter and dives head first into the supernatural, just like her little brother.
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You could blame it on insanity. You could blame it on everything you just found out about werewolves that fried your brain into mush. You could also blame it on self defense, because let’s face the facts, Peter Hale is always guilty of something.
Except, none of those things were true. Well, the last one is, but that’s beside the point. You can’t blame insanity, or the overload of knowledge you received that day. The sole blame was on yourself, because as soon as you overheard Peter’s voice saying that Derek should leave Boyd and Erica for dead, well, you kind of lost it.
“Fuck! She shot me!” Peter yelled, collapsing to his knees as he held his shoulder.
You only had a split second to worry about what it said about yourself that you felt extremely satisfied at Peter’s pain, before you fired again.
Never ever make an opinion about a show based on what you’ve seen on Tumblr because for months I legitimately thought that Teen Wolf was about a modern gay adaption of Little Red Riding Hood with werewolves
Summary: You never know what to expect in Beacon Hills, especially on Halloween.
All Hallows eve used to be sacred. It used to mean something. It was a day set apart from the others, a day to celebrate the dead. You didn’t understand why your parents made such a big deal about it when you were so young, but now, after having seen too much death, it does seem sacred.
But this? People’s idea of Halloween now? It’s nothing but a mockery of the day some hold so dear. Sure, the ones who celebrate all hallows eve aren’t doing it out in the open, but the principle should still stand.
“What are you supposed to be?” You stopped in your tracks, turning your head toward the small voice behind you.
You weren’t surprised when you spotted a couple of small children dressed up for trick-or-treating, much to your regret. You spied a pirate, ninja, witch, and a ball of pink glitter with a crown and wand.
I need a fic where Stiles constantly says “that is the second best decision I have ever made” or “second best day of my life” etc. so that people will ask about the first best thing and he can point to Derek.
Derek blushes to his ears every single time.
The Pack is over it.
Stiles does not care. Derek blushing will always be the first best thing.
It starts a couple of months into their relationship.
“Huh. That’s actually not a bad choice,” Dad says about the pale grey paint Stiles used to redo the living room.
“Thanks,” Stiles grins, watching as Derek moves the couch back into its spot. “Second best choice I made this week.”
“What’s the first?” Dad asks.
Stiles’ grin widens as he points a sure finger at Derek. “That guy.”
Dad just groans and Derek tries to hide how pleased he is with an over-exaggerated eyeroll.
*
Derek comes to pick him up after work at the coffee shop and walks in on the back end of a conversation Stiles is having with his boss.
“Keep it up and you can have a permanent spot making the cakes and stuff,” Marnie tells Stiles as Derek walks through the door. “That lemon meringue pie was divine.”
“Second sweetest thing I love,” Stiles agrees.
“What’s the first?” Marnie asks.
“Have you met my boyfriend, Derek?” Stiles asks, beaming as Derek just sighs and slides a hand over his face.
*
“Dude, you did not buy me a lab coat with Dr. Hot McCall on it,” Scott shouts triumphantly when he opens his christmas present.
“Sure did, bro– had to get you something as awesome as the scale-model of the jeep you got me for my birthday. Second best gift ever.”
“Second best?” Scott asks, confused.
“What can I say?” Stiles says, throwing himself into Derek arms where he sits on the other end of the couch. “Santa really filled my stocking this year with this one, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh god,” Derek sighs, even as his ears turn pink and he shifts his body to make room for Stiles.
*
They’re in a bookstore.
“Hey, Der– this book here is just blank pages.”
“What?” Derek asks, coming over to see what the hell Stiles is talking about now.
“Oh, no, wait… on the last page it just says ‘Derek’.”
Derek growls and uses his body to press Stiles against a bookshelf and kiss him hard.
The orange book falls to the floor, ‘The Best Decision I Ever Made’ printed across the cover.
*
“Oh wow,” Erica sighs blissfully, passing the spoon to Stiles. “That is seriously the best icecream in creation.”
Eyeing the tub disbelievingly, Stiles digs the spoon in and tries it for himself. His eyes widen as flavour bursts across his tongue and he makes sure he gets every bit of icecream off the spoon before he slides it back out of his mouth.
“It’s amazing,” he agrees. Then, after a beat, “Still, though, only the second best thing I’ve had in my mo-”
Derek appears from thin air, apparently, to slap his hand over Stiles’ mouth. “Finish that sentence and you’ll never have it again,” he hisses, his ears turning pink.
Erica cackles long and loud as Stiles licks Derek’s palm and smirks unrepentantly with his eyes.
*
It’s a part of Stiles’ vows.
“This is the second happiest day of my life,” he says at the altar, before their friends and family, grinning at the collective groan that arises.
“What was the first?” Erica calls, ever the enabler.
“My mind immediately goes to the first time we ever–”
“The day we met!” Derek exclaims desperately, easily able to guess where Stiles could have been going with that one. His entire face is aflame, but he can’t stop his mouth when Stiles turns those gorgeous eyes back to him, lips parted slightly in surprise. “The day we met; that was the best day of my life. Because that day led me here, and it’s leading us to forever, and loving you is the best decision I ever made.”
Stiles doesn’t wait for Deaton to finish the ceremony before he’s kissing Derek senseless. Deaton just finishes what he’s required to say, Boyd and Scott put the rings on Derek and Stiles’ fingers, and they all live happily ever after.
Honestly, my favorite thing at the moment is all the marvel headcanons where Hela wasn’t cray-cray homicidal, and she’s an overprotective bitchy sister.
Summary: You never know what to expect in Beacon Hills, especially on Halloween.
All Hallows eve used to be sacred. It used to mean something. It was a day set apart from the others, a day to celebrate the dead. You didn’t understand why your parents made such a big deal about it when you were so young, but now, after having seen too much death, it does seem sacred.
But this? People’s idea of Halloween now? It’s nothing but a mockery of the day some hold so dear. Sure, the ones who celebrate all hallows eve aren’t doing it out in the open, but the principle should still stand.
“What are you supposed to be?” You stopped in your tracks, turning your head toward the small voice behind you.
You weren’t surprised when you spotted a couple of small children dressed up for trick-or-treating, much to your regret. You spied a pirate, ninja, witch, and a ball of pink glitter with a crown and wand.
“What?” You asked dumbly, and the little princess gave you an unimpressed look that made you re-think your entire existence.
“What are you supposed to be? It’s Halloween. You won’t get candy if you’re not in costume.” She said matter of factly, placing her small hand on her hip.
And that’s how you found yourself in a mini stare down with a five year old pink princess. Seriously, Halloween sucked.
“I’m the wicked witch, and you should be careful or I’ll put a spell on you.” You had officially hit an all time low.
“Nuh uh, witches wear hats. See.” The little girl snatched the hat off the little witch beside her who looked afraid of her own shadow and shoved it toward you with an air of superiority that could rival most adults you knew.
You knew it was immature. You also knew it was reckless, but there is just something about this holiday and children that struck a deep nerve and before you knew it you grabbed the hat from the little girl and placed it on your head.
You gave the children a rueful smile, with too much teeth and threw your hands out toward them, calling your magic too you to make the leaves rumble in the wind.
“Twist thy bones, and bend thy back.. Itchita kyptika melaka mystica.. Trim the of thine baby fat..” You cackled, yes, cackled. Thank you Hocos Pocus. Now you hit an all time low.
You watched the children’s eyes grow wide, the little impostor witch close to tears as she clung to the princess who was watching the crisp fall leaves begin to circle them.
“Witch!” The pirate screamed, grabbing the ninja and running toward a more populated house followed by the tiny impostor and obnoxious princess hot on their heels.
You watched the small child scurry away from you, and you let the wind die down with a small smile on your face.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” You mused, adjusting the monstrosity of a hat on your head and your deep green cloak across your shoulders. At least now you would blend in better as you made your way to the woods and hopefully, away from the children.
There was a painful clench in your chest as you heard laughter coming from the happy families out enjoying their night, but ignored them as you tried to remain incognito on the streets until you found yourself at the entrance to the woods.
You thought back to this time last year, which brought the ache in your chest back full force but you continued on anyway. You closed your eyes, picturing your sister walking beside you, bouncing away with too much energy. She was too young, never quite understood the ceremony, but came along anyway, because it’s what witches do.
They celebrate death, welcome it as an old friend, because they know it will be okay. Once you die, your magic that the earth lent, will be returned and you will spend the rest of your days with your ancestors. The witches before you, who will in turn look out for the witches after you. It was important.
That’s why you found yourself traipsing through these unfamiliar woods in Beacon Hills, because it was October 31st and this was important. You were careful crossing the border of the small but powerful town a few hours ago, not wanting to alert anyone to your presence just yet.
You felt the town thrumming with old magic, enough to give you the slightest high since visiting Salem. It was nice being surrounded by this much magic, but you knew where magic was, trouble was close behind.
You ran your fingers along certain trees as you followed the slow hum of magic from the ley lines into the forest to where you could perform the ceremony in peace.
You kept in tune with the wind, getting the smallest hint of voices from teenagers who were partying a few hundred yards away. The slight smell of alcohol tinged the air, enough to make you curl your nose and shake your head.
“Disgraceful.” The air curled beside you as if agreeing. “As if little children dressing up in costumes, and demanding candy isn’t bad enough. Now there are teenagers out getting drunk and causing trouble just because it’s their supposed mischief night.” You grumbled to yourself, wrapping your cloak tighter. around you
It didn’t take long to reach the focal point of the forest were the ley lines connected but you weren’t expecting what you found at the center. A nemeton.
“Oh goddess what have they done to you?” You murmured, running your fingertips over the decrepit stump which was ones a beautiful oak. You felt the earth around the stump screaming, yelling for help but nobody came. Until you.
“How could someone let this happen?” You let your head hang in shame, shaking it slowly as you counted the rings on the tree.
You knew the answer though. There was no one around to stop this. There weren’t enough of your kind left anymore, you’ve been wiped out close to extinction. You closed your eyes, sending up a silent prayer to your ancestors.
It was no use though, because no matter how hard you prayed or hard hard you worked, your death was always in the cards since birth. You grew up knowing your days were numbered, always being cautious, because of the hunters.
When you have old magic, “dangerous” magic, you become a liability. Even if you’re good, even if you would never hurt anyone, they can’t let you live because of what you are.
You used to accept it. You used to take all that prejudice, all that hate, and look the other way because surly if you were truly good nothing would happen. Your mother was a nurse, she helped people. Your dad was chief of the fire station in your small town. Your sister, all though annoying, had an act for healing just like your mother.
They were good.
You wiped a silent tear from your cheek before pulling out three white candles and placing them on the nemeton. You ignored the oaks cry for help, sending a quick promise that you will try to restore the balance but not tonight. Not on this day.
You took a deep breathe, calming your heart rate before igniting a match and lighting the first candle.
“Grief, because losing you was too much for one person to bear.” You turned to the second candle, lighting it as well. “Love, because I will never forgot what you taught me and will always cherish the time we had together.” The light seemed to flicker brighter as you fought back the tears threatening to fall.
You took a deep breath, finding your center. Blinking away the tears, you turned to the remaining candle with a clenched jaw. Lighting the match, you watched the fire come to life before putting it to the wick.
“Strength, because I need to fight for what is left.” You felt the wind pick up beside you, gathering around the stump and causing the fallen leaves to create a small vortex.
“May the ancestors nurture the living, and may the living nurture the dead. So mote it be.” You whispered, letting the air flow through your fingers before extinguishing each flame.
You watched the ember of the last candle, not wanting to die quite yet and you couldn’t help but think of yourself.
“I never thought I would say this, but I hate mischief night.” Stiles growled into the phone, reaching up to wipe some of the egg out of his hair where the teenager he just placed in a patrol car aimed it.
“Oh buddy..” Scott was using his sad eyes on the other end, he was sure of it. “I’m sorry. At least you’re not alone, Derek’s there right?”
Stiles cut his eyes to Derek, who was trying really hard not to laugh at him. Stupid Sourwolf, why he was glad the older man was back Stiles had no idea.
“Yep, dad refused to let me go out alone, even though I am a trained professional now.” Stiles ignored Derek’s scoff by rolling his eyes at the older man and tapping the hood of Johnson’s patrol car.
He watched the car until the taillights turned down the street and out of sight before turning back to the preserve with a scowl.
“He’s just looking out for you, ya know.” Scott’s logic pissed him of sometimes, it really did.
“Yeah, well I don’t need a babysitter. I get why he doesn’t want to put me with another deputy until we vet someone to let into the supernatural shit.. But I work better alone.” Stiles kicked a pinecone across the clearing as he walked, listening to Scott’s deep sigh on the phone.
“Monroe is still out there Stiles, and you may not be supernatural but you’re important to the pack which means you are a potential target.” Stiles kept from rolling his eyes by sheer force of will, because if he has to listen to this argument one more time, he’s not sure he can stop from shooting Scott.
Stiles looked back a little to see Derek’s frowny face aimed at him, which, rude. He didn’t do anything to deserve the gloom and doom look.
“I will be fine Scott, you worry too much.” He huffed, putting the phone between his shoulder and ear as he sipped up his jacket.
For a fall California it was unusually cold outside, probably stemming from the 20 degree drop in temperature within the last couple of hours. He wasn’t complaining, but he definitely wasn’t prepared either.
“It’s my job to worry Stiles.” And there it was, the eye roll he knew Scott was giving the phone.
“Yes, oh alpha my alpha... speaking of Alpha’s, how’s Satomi dealing with everything?” Stiles listened to rustling on the line at what he assumed was Scott going somewhere more private to talk.
“As good as can be expected.. I mean she moved out of California to try and re-build her pack after the deadpool and then this happens. She just seems a little lost. Me and Argent are trying to track Monroe’s hunters.. But nothing yet.” Stiles continued walking into the woods, but he no longer heard the familiar footfall beside him, and when he turned around Derek was scowling at nothing in the distance.
“What’s wrong lassie? Timmy down the well?” He heard Scott’s snort over the line, obviously knowing that wasn’t meant for him, but Derek ignored him all together. “Sourwolf?” Complete silence.
“Stiles is something wrong? What’s going on?” He could hear the panic in Scott’s voice but didn’t respond as he watched Derek close his eyes and strain to hear something in the distance.
“Derek--”
“Stiles run.” Derek’s eyes snapped open, shining their brilliant blues before he dashed off into the direction of woods he was scowling at moments before.
“Stiles! What the hell--”
“Scotty I’m gonna have the call you back.” Stiles hung up the phone, shoving it in his pocket as he blindly followed Derek’s retreating form, who was in pursuit of something that probably wanted them both dead. Just another day in Beacon Hills.
Stiles almost lost Derek in the dark until he heard a low growl coming from a couple yards away and followed to the best of his human vision. He didn’t know what to expect but whatever it was set Derek on edge, and Stiles knew that it wasn’t friendly.
He stumbled over the undergrowth of the preserve, grabbing onto a tree for balance and he didn’t have to see to know where he was going any longer. He had seen this part of the preserve too many times, mostly in his nightmares, and sure enough as he kept stumbling through the woods he came into the clearing containing the nemeton.
His eyes locked onto who Derek had the I-will-rip-your-throat-out-with-my-teeth growl, a cloaked figure who by the looks of it, was wearing a witches hat. Of course his presence was made known when Derek’s growl cut to him with blazing eyes, which rude, he was here to help.
“Stiles get out of here!” His voice was low, coming from all fangs as the figure moved away from Derek and closer to him.
“Calm down, dog. I don’t mean any harm to you or your human.” The figure spoke, a girl now that Stiles’s eyes had adjusted just enough could make out.
“What are you doing here. What do you want with the nemeton.” Stiles rolled his eyes as Derek growled the demands, not even questions, to the girl.
“What do I want with it? What did you do to it?” She snapped, stepping closer to Derek and Stiles already saw how this was going to go. Derek would snap back, shit would go down, and he’d have to save Derek’s ass again, because the sourwolf didn’t know how to be polite.
“What my friend is trying to ask is.. What are you doing out here with the nemeton? Are you another Darach? Because fuck.. I can’t take anymore human sacrifices after the last couple months I’ve had.” Stiles forced a laugh as the girl turned all her attention to him, causing Derek to shift closer if she decided to make a move.
Maybe that was a bad idea.
“Stiles--”
“You’ve faced a darach?” The girl asked, and Stiles just shrugged.
“All in a day's work protecting the hellmouth that is Beacon Hills.” The girl took a couple steps toward him which earned another growl from Derek.To be fair, he did not think this through.
“That’s close enough.” Stiles didn’t flinch as the girl laughed freely, as if she wasn’t scared by his threats, which made her ten times more terrifying. He has been on the other side of Derek’s threats, they are scary, or were, back when the wolf was slamming him into walls and steering wheels.
“Quiet mut. I am talking to the spark. What is your name?” Stiles was confused at what she called himself, trying to recall where he had heard the term before.
“Deputy Stilinski. Son of the sheriff and member of the McCall pack.. So whatever your business here--”
“My business is of no harm to you or your wolves, Spark.” Stiles watched her come forward slowly until she was close enough to extend her hand. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and we need to talk.”
He cut his eyes to Derek, who was no longer wolfed out and coming to stand beside him with daggers aimed at the mystery girl. He looked back to see her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question or annoyance, he couldn’t quite tell. Stiles didn’t move though, just looked to Derek again who seemed just as confused as he was.
He really hated mischief night.
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