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Risks: Isaac Lahey
requested by: @mummy-woves-you
pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader
word count: 2.3k
summary: You and Isaac were brought together by chance. After a year of traveling the globe, Beacon Hills brings you even closer.
a/n: Can you tell I’m in an Isaac mood lately? I’ve been watching the originals and it’s making me miss him more :( I’ve got a week before classes start, and only a few days before I return to work. Send your requests in while I still have time!!
“Beacon Hills?” You asked, “Where even is that?”
“California,” Isaac replied, closing the driver’s side door of the truck after climbing inside.
“What are we going there for?” You asked, crossing your arms as Isaac pulled out of the gas station.
“My pack is in Beacon Hills,” He answered, “I got a call from them asking for my help. They’ve got a bit of a hunter problem.”
“What do you mean by hunter problem?” You asked, watching as the gas station faded in the distance. Isaac remained quiet, staring at the road as he merged onto the highway. “Are we going to get ourselves killed?”
“No,” Isaac sighed, “Well… Maybe. Hopefully not.”
“Answer my damn question,” You begged, “What do you mean by a hunter problem?” “As in, some ancient thing is causing the entire town to start hunting down supernaturals,” He declared, gripping the steering wheel, “I’ve been gone for too long, avoiding any problems that arose… and now all of my friends are probably going to die. I can’t let that happen.”
“Then let’s go save your pack,” You whispered, grabbing his hand as it sat on the shift. Isaac turned to you, a weak smile on his face, before his eyes returned to the road, prepared for the hours of driving ahead of you.
When you finally arrived in Beacon Hills, it was 3 am. The two of you were exhausted, but this wasn’t a feeling you weren’t used to. For over a year, the two of you had been traveling all over the world, trying to find an explanation for the mysterious changes you were experiencing in your powers. These experiences had brought the two of you together, closer than anyone else had ever been in your lives. At this point, Isaac felt more like family than a travel buddy.
“So,” You spoke, rubbing your sleepy eyes, “What now?”
“It’s too late to head to Scott’s house,” Isaac answered, “I guess we just sleep in the truck.”
“There’s not a motel near here or something?”
Isaac shook his head. “Nobody ever really visits around here. They generally come and stay with family or friends.”
You nodded. “Small town.” You reached into the backseat, grabbing a couple blankets for the two of you. After pushing your seats down and trying to get comfortable, you feel asleep almost instantly.
Unfortunately for Isaac, he couldn’t sleep. As the two of you sat in the back of a 7/11 parking lot, your chest rising and falling as sleep claimed your mind, He sat staring off into the darkness, contemplating what it meant to bring you here. A lot could change in a year. A lot had changed in a year. The two of you had gone from awkward acquaintances in a diner, to travel companions, to best friends. Isaac had never been this close with anyone in his entire life. Though he cared greatly about his pack, he knew that was more of an instinct. His care for you was a deep emotion, something he never knew he was capable of. What if he had just brought you into a war zone? What if he had just brought you to your death?
He sighed, throwing himself back down onto his makeshift bed. Unlike you, he was too tall to curl up in the seat, his legs preventing him from truly getting comfortable. Regardless, he closed his eyes, begging for sleep to come.
“(Y/N), wake up. We’re here.”
You opened your eyes, staring at your surroundings. Despite the many nights you two had spent in this truck, you always forgot where you were when you first woke up. Isaac sat in the driver’s seat, the bags under his eyes dark. He clearly hadn’t slept. You looked at the clock, finding only about 4 and a half hours had passed since you arrived in Beacon Hills. You sat up, staring at the scenic little house.
“Is this where Scott lives?” You asked, “The alpha?”
“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, “You ready?”
Nodding and rubbing your eyes, you threw the blanket into the backseat and prepared for whatever was to come.
Before Isaac could even ring the doorbell, the door was pulled open to reveal the person you could only assume was Scott McCall. He was a little shorter than Isaac, with short, dark hair that matched his dark eyes. He had a tattoo on his arm of two bands, something you thought you had seen before in a dream.
“Isaac,” He smiled, hugging your friend before turning to you. “You brought-“
“This is (Y/N),” He smiled, “She and I met in Europe.”
“Cool,” Scott nodded hesitantly. “Why don’t you two come on in? The others are coming soon.”
Isaac followed Scott into the house, and you were close behind. He brought you into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the stools around the island counter.
“So,” Scott spoke, “What have you been doing the last year and a half?”
“Mostly traveling,” Isaac answered as Scott grabbed the two of you some water, “We met up about a year ago in Europe and have been trying to find answers to her condition ever since.”
“Condition?” Scott asked, furrowing his brows as he returned to his seat.
“I think you can do a better job explaining,” Isaac spoke quietly, turning to you.
“Right,” You nodded, “About two years ago, I started noticing that I could do things that no other witch could.” You held your hand out, extending your fingers while focusing on the water in the glass. You bent your middle finger slightly, turning your hand upwards to lift the water out of the glass. As you moved your fingers around slowly, the water moved around before you returned it to the glass. Isaac watched with wonder, while Scott sat across from you, confused.
“I’m sorry,” He shook his head, “I don’t know anything about witches.”
You smiled. “That’s fine! I should’ve asked.” You nodded before continuing. “All witches can perform spells and rituals, create potions… but none of them can do what I just did. Not without a very complicated spell.”
“So far, we haven’t found an explanation for it,” Isaac added, “But we have eaten at a lot of fantastic diners.” He smiled at you before returning to Scott. “So, what are we dealing with?”
“The guidance counselor,” Scott answered, “She’s building some sort of army with all of the terrified civilians.”
“Ms. Morrell?” Isaac asked.
“No,” Scott shook his head, “She left when you did. It’s Ms. Monroe now.”
Isaac nodded. “And who exactly is in the pack now?”
“Well, the only people here right now that you would know are Lydia and Malia,” Scott answered, “The rest are new.”
“What happened to Stiles?” Isaac asked.
“He’s at the FBI training facility,” Scott answered, “In Quantico.”
“You mean to tell me that one of your friends is training to be an FBI agent?” You asked, “That’s so cool.”
“Yeah,” Scott smiled, “It’s perfect for him.”
“Did you call Derek?”
“Yeah,” Scott replied, “He’s been a little hard to track down, so far.”
There was a knock at the door, and Scott left.
“He doesn’t trust me,” You whispered, “I can tell.”
“What?” Isaac asked, “Scott trusts almost anyone.”
“Not me,” You spoke, “He seems skeptical.”
“I think you’re fine,” Isaac replied, “You haven’t even met everyone else yet. It’s ok.”
You nodded, turning towards the door. “Yep.”
Shortly after, you had met everyone, including the three younger members of the pack that Isaac hadn’t met yet. During the pack meeting, everyone discussed the threat that the Anuk-Ite posed, and the threat of the hunters.
“They’re getting their weapons from somewhere,” Scott explained, “But… we don’t know where.”
“I can find out for you,” You explained, wiggling your fingers.
“Are you sure?” Malia asked, “She doesn’t know anything about this.”
“Maybe that’s better,” Liam mumbled, “We can tell she isn’t lying that way.”
You glanced at Isaac before continuing. “I need some candles and something to write with.”
Soon, you sat at the kitchen island with several Yankee Candles and a legal pad in front of you. You lit the candles, positioning them in front of you, before taking the pen with the chewed cap and the legal pad.
“I need silence,” You spoke, “It’s better if most of you leave the room. Scott should stay.”
Everyone headed into the living room while Scott sat in front of you. “How long does this take?” He asked.
“It shouldn’t take long,” You replied, throwing your hair up to keep it out of your face, “I need you to prompt me.”
“Prompt you?”
“Describe something significant to the situation to me.”
Scott nodded. “Okay,” He breathed, watching as you stared into the fire, “You’re in a parking lot, outside the Sheriff’s Station. There are cars everywhere, with guns pointed at you. They have bright lights, preventing you from seeing any of their faces, and there’s one woman standing in front of the crowd, staring at you. She’s the leader…”
Within seconds, you drifted into a vision.
You’re in a room, surrounded by shelves of guns and other weapons. They’re professional grade, something you can only get if you have a very special permit or some sort of connections. Walking around, you notice that there’s likely hundreds of weapons, waiting to be used.
There are voices. An older man, one that sounds like he should be dead but continues to defy death. Another, a woman, younger and full of anger. She’s the leader, but he’s the boss. He’s the one with the connections, the one with the plan, the one who is able to use everyone who could pass through this room for his master plan that has been years in the making. Turning the corner, you see them, the man looking older than he sounds. He’s frail, but fighting. You watch his eyes, learning his name from them.
Breathing heavily, you snapped out of the vision. You glanced at the notepad, words written all over the page in various handwritten fonts, sizes, and directions. There was a name that repeated all over the page.
“Do you know anyone named… Gerard Argent?” You asked, looking up at Scott.
His eyes grew wide. “Yeah. We know him.”
“Isaac, I need you to understand,” Scott spoke, standing with him in the living room, “How do we know we can trust her?”
“Because,” Isaac exclaimed quietly, “I trust her.”
“Isaac-“
“I trusted Derek before you did, and that worked out.”
“Isaac, she’s not a liability we’re willing to take.”
Isaac breathed. “She could save everyone here. You just need to take a risk-”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Scott sighed, “I need you to understand, Isaac.”
“Fine,” He nodded, “We’ll leave then.”
“Thank you,” Scott sighed, “I’m sorry.”
Isaac shook his head, heading up the stairs. He stopped, staring you in the eyes. You had heard their entire conversation, not surprised by what Scott had to say.
“I’m packed,” You informed him, “Let’s go.”
Isaac nodded, walking with you towards the room you shared. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug before grabbing your things and leaving.
On the drive out of Beacon Hills, you and Isaac were silent.
“I’m sorry,” You mumbled.
“Sorry for what?” Isaac asked, “It’s not your fault.”
“I can’t help but feel like it is,” You sighed, “I dunno.”
“It’s not,” Isaac reassured you, “Trust me.”
As he drove, you spotted something far away.
“Oh my god,” You whispered, “Pull over there.”
“The high school?” Isaac asked, “I know you said you dropped out, but-“
“Pull over!” You exclaimed, “It’s them!”
Confused, Isaac pulled into the parking lot and stopped. In the distance, on the field, there was a lacrosse game going on - or so it seemed. At this point, the crowd was gone, the lights were on, and the field was deserted. Closer to the parking lot, several hunters stood with guns pointed at two figures, appearing to be Scott and Liam.
“Wait here,” You told Isaac, climbing out of the truck and sneaking over. You stared at the hunters, pulling their guns out of their hands with one swift motion. Looking shocked, you pushed them into the ground, forcing Ms. Monroe and everyone else to groan in pain. “His truck’s over there! Run!” You exclaimed, motioning for Scott and Liam to head behind you. You backed up, throwing the guns onto the roof of the building after crushing them, making them unusable. Scott and Isaac climbed into the backseat, while you threw yourself into the driver’s seat.
“Holy shit,” Liam mumbled, “That was amazing.”
Isaac sped down the road, driving in the direction of Scott’s house.
“Thank you,” Scott spoke, breathing heavily, “I- Thank you.”
“No problem,” You nodded, facing the road.
That night, you and Isaac sat down in the kitchen while everyone else was asleep all over the house. It was safer to be together, making it harder for the hunters to pick anyone off and kill them. Scott had decided after you rescued him and Liam that you were an asset, not a risk. With your help, the pack had a chance to take back Beacon Hills.
“Nice job out there,” Isaac whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. This wasn’t a new thing he did, but the feeling was different. At this point, the two of you felt a bond stronger than anyone else’s. You turned to him, smiling as your eyes met. Before he could say anything, you pressed your lips against his, pulling him closer. His hands drifted to your face, the two of you exploring a new side to your relationship.
He pulled away. “What was that?” He asked, his cheeks red as he smiled.
“Sometimes you’ve gotta take a risk,” You smiled as Isaac wrapped his arms around you, kissing you once again.
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Distance: Isaac Lahey
requested: nope I just love Isaac and have lots of feelings
pairing: Isaac Lahey x McCall!Reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: arguments, emotions, mild cursing
summary: After four years apart, the reappearance of your best friend brings up things you wished to forget.
a/n: Happy New Year! Can you tell I’m still bitter that Isaac left? I hope your 2018 is filled with growth, happiness, and warmth!
Snow in Beacon Hills was rare.
It was almost as rare as seeing a shooting star, the delicate snowflakes landing and melting almost instantly. They were a constant reminder of how temporary everything was, and for you they were a painful reminder. The last time it snowed in Beacon Hills, you suffered the loss of an ally and the disappearance of your best friend. Seeing snow brought up the vivid memories, forcing you to relive it every time.
“What’s the duffel for, Lahey?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. He had lived with you, your brother, and your mother for months at this point, the McCall house becoming a safe space for him after losing his family.
“I’m leaving,” He replied, throwing clothes into the duffel frantically, “Tonight.” Instead of the light, joking tone he normally used with you, his voice signaled something serious.
“Why?” You asked, trying to fight back the sudden tears that were making their way up.
“I’m going to France to help Argent,” Isaac sighed, “He can’t be alone after - after what just happened.”
You stared at the ground. Nobody had the heart to say the truth: Allison’s death was catastrophic.
“He’s a grown man,” You began, “He doesn’t need the help of a teenager.”
“He just lost his daughter,” Isaac spoke, “After losing his wife, and his father, and his sister-“
“So we’re all just supposed to lose you too?” You snapped, no longer able to hold back your feelings.
“You’re not losing me,” Isaac replied, his voice calmer than you expected.
“You barely know him, Isaac,” You mumbled. You never called him by his first name, not in the many years you had been friends. You two went on a strictly last-name basis. “You have a life here.”
“There’s nothing here for me,” Isaac raised his voice, “I’m not a ‘star student’ like you or Lydia. Sure, I’m good at lacrosse, but that’s only because of what I am. I don’t have a family. There is nothing here for me.”
“No family?” You asked, hurt by his words, “So we’re not your family?”
Isaac could tell the damage he had done. “That- that’s not what I meant.”
“I think I know what you meant,” You sighed, turning around and heading for the door. “Have fun in France.” You hid yourself away in your bedroom, watching as Isaac would soon leave through the front door, disappearing into the snowy distance towards his future.
Though it happened years ago, that memory make your face burn and your stomach flip. The wounds were still raw, the lack of closure from that relationship causing you to to suppress it every time. You took a deep breath, removing yourself from your spot at the window, hoping desperately that you distract yourself once again.
“(Y/N)?” Your mom spoke, knocking on the door frame, “I’m heading to work.”
You turned, nodding. “Okay.”
“You alright?” She asked.
“Yeah,” You lied, “I just- I miss Scott.”
She nodded. “Well, he comes home tonight. And I assume he’s bringing your big ol’ group of friends home too.” She gave you a weak smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Bye mom,” You called out, sighing before following her down the stairs. You were a year younger than your older brother Scott, something that brought the two of you closer than anyone else you knew. Especially after Isaac left, Scott became your best friend, someone you knew you couldn’t live without. He left for college a year before you did, heading over to UC Davis to start his journey to become a Veterinarian. You, on the other hand, went to school across the country, arriving home a few days early due to a lucky - but stressful - final exam period. You had just finished your first semester, feeling accomplished, but coming back to Beacon Hills reminded you of everything you left behind - and everyone you missed.
You flopped down on the couch, clicking on the T.V. for some sort of distraction. The snow outside began to stick, something that definitely didn’t happen in Beacon Hills. Though you knew it was a coincidence, you felt like it was a sign for something more ominous. It always was in Beacon Hills.
“Hey, is (Y/N) home?” Liam asked, following his alpha and friends towards the entrance of the McCall residence.
“Her car is home,” Scott spoke, putting his key into the handle, “I assume.” He looked over at his young friend, raising his eyebrows. “Why?”
“Just wondering,” Liam lied as Scott pushed open the door, walking into the familiar kitchen. He could smell the scent of leftovers coming from the fridge, and the sound of the T.V. from the living room. You were home, watching jeopardy.
“(Y/N)?” Scott called, walking in and throwing his suitcase onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. He walked through the dining room, spotting you sleeping peacefully on the couch. You stirred, raising your head and blinking.
“Hey,” You smiled, “Scotty’s home.” You pulled off the blankets, standing to walk over and welcome your brother home. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Scott smiled, engulfing you in a hug, “I hope the East Coast has treated you well.”
“Aside from the terrible weather,” You spoke, rubbing your eyes, “Boston’s great.”
“Hey, so Stiles and Liam are here. Is that cool?” Scott asked, his hands sitting on your shoulders.
“Sure,” You nodded, “I assume more of the pack’s gonna join later?”
“I’m leaving to pick Lydia up in an hour,” Stiles called out, “Her flight arrives in an hour and I’m gonna be the first thing she sees.”
“Hey,” You teased, “I’ve seen the boys at MIT. You’ve got some competition.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, grabbing a can of soda from the fridge. “Exactly why I have to be there.”
You followed Scott into the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools next to your brother and his friends. The four of you caught up on life, listening to Stiles’ stories of learning from the FBI program, Liam’s experience working during his gap year, Scott’s time at UC Davis, and the amazing city life you experienced in one of the best East Coast cities.
“I’m gonna head out,” Stiles spoke, “It’s snowing pretty hard out there, I gotta allow for traffic.”
“Have fun,” You smiled, puckering your lips at him. He rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder before heading out to his trusty blue Jeep.
Scott’s phone began to buzz on the table.
“Who is it?” Liam asked, furrowing his brows as he looked at the unknown number.
“I dunno,” He shrugged, “It’s probably got to do with work or something. I’ll go take this.” He grabbed the phone, heading out into the living room and leaving you and Liam alone.
You and Liam were never close, the weird tension coming between you two as the younger members of the pack. Mason and Corey were already in a relationship, leaving the two of you to spend lots of time together, especially as the three of them began to work towards graduating early. Unlike Mason and Corey, Liam took time off to get work experience before going to college nearby, but you could tell that some people just expected the two of you to start a relationship sometime. Truthfully, you recognized Liam was attractive, but you knew you didn’t want a relationship any time soon, especially not a long distance one.
“So,” You spoke, breaking the silence, “You’re working with the lacrosse team, right?”
“A little, yeah,” Liam nodded, “It’s pretty cool.”
You nodded.
“(Y/N),” Scott spoke, walking in, “You won’t believe who just called me.”
“Who?” You asked, hoping it would be some sort of celebrity or someone important.
“Argent,” Scott replied, “He says he’s coming home for the holidays to be with mom and he wants to surprise her.”
“Really?” You exclaimed, “She’s gonna be so excited.” Argent had left to do some work with a reformed hunting group in France for a while recently, and was finally done. It had been several months since your mom had seen her boyfriend, and now she was finally going to be reunited with him.
At least someone in this house had found love.
“He’s flying in tomorrow night,” Scott continued, “We’re gonna pick him up while mom’s at work, and then bring him home for her before she finishes up.”
“Great,” You nodded, “Sounds great.”
The next day, you and Scott headed off to the airport to pick up Argent after your mom left for work. It was nice to catch up with your brother one-on-one, the long drive giving you the time to discuss things you didn’t wanna discuss with anyone else. Regardless, you refused to bring up Isaac, knowing it would be impossible to talk to Scott about something you couldn’t explain. It was more than an argument - it was the end of a lifelong friendship, and you had no words to describe the pain you felt.
When you arrived, Scott parked the car and the two of you headed inside to pick up Argent. You stood over by the terminal exit, waiting to see Argent walk out.
“There he is,” Scott spoke, “He’s - He’s with someone.”
“Do you recognize them?” You asked, squinting. Scott had heightened senses from his werewolf gifts, meanwhile you still suffered from an outdated glasses prescription and a very mediocre sense of smell.
“No,” Scott spoke, “Well - kinda.”
You looked, watching as Argent came closer with someone he seemed to be very close with. Scott had mentioned last minute that Argent said he was bringing one of his associates, but you assumed they had just been flying together. You squinted, trying to identify the tall, muscular figure. He had these dark, dirty blonde curls, with a stubble that could only be grown with age and time. He was wearing a light jacket, something that looked like it would keep someone warm backpacking through Europe in the summer, paired with neat pants and work boots.
What kind of associate was this?
“Holy shit,” Scott muttered, “It’s Isaac.”
Your stomach flipped. “W- What?” You asked, looking frantically at your brother. The last you had heard of Isaac was that he was working in France, but you had no idea that he joined up with Argent again after all these years. What could he possibly be doing with Argent? Why did he feel the need to come back here, after all this time?
“Scott, (Y/N),” Argent smiled, pulling the two of you in for a hug, “You remember Isaac Lahey, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Scott smiled, giving Isaac a hug as well. You stood back, only nodding, your arms crossed.
“Let’s go,” You mumbled, “We don’t wanna be late.”
The car ride home was agonizing. Isaac’s voice had changed a bit, each word that left his lips pulling his newly acquired French accent away.
“What have you been doing for the past four years?” Scott asked, staring at Isaac from the rearview mirror.
“A lot of things, actually,” Isaac spoke, “I worked for a little while in different odd jobs before finishing school. I then started doing work for the group of ex-hunters that Argent was visiting, mostly just doing business deals with them. That’s when Argent offered me a job working for him.”
“He’s got fantastic people skills,” Argent added, “Isaac is able to close a deal in seconds.”
You clenched your jaw.
“What have you been doing?” Isaac asked, “You still working for Deaton?”
“A little,” Scott replied, “I go to UC Davis now, and (Y/N) goes to school in Boston.”
“Boston,” Isaac repeated, sending a shiver down your spine, “What are you studying?”
“I’m undecided,” You replied quickly, “I’m thinking behavioral sciences.”
“Cool,” Isaac nodded, “That’s cool.”
You were silent the rest of the ride.
After Argent surprised your mom, he took her out to dinner and left the three of you alone in the house. You tried getting people to come over - but Malia didn’t want to see Scott after their breakup, Lydia and Stiles were on a date, Mason and Corey were spending time together with their families, and you had nothing in common with Liam.
“Shit,” You mumbled, sitting in your bedroom alone. Your desk lamp flickered slightly as you threw your phone down on the bed, flopping down with it.
There was a knock on the door frame.
You looked up, finding Isaac standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.
“What?” You asked, trying to make it clear that you didn’t want to talk to him.
“I’m ordering food, do you want anything?” He asked, “Scott suggested Chinese.”
You bit down on your bottom lip. “Sure.”
“You still like Lo Mein?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. It was clear he was trying to break the ice with you through your stomach.
“Yeah,” You replied, grabbing your phone and rolling over. “Thanks.”
He nodded, heading down the hallway as he pulled open the best Chinese Restaurant in Beacon Hills and dialed their number on his phone.
Within minutes, though, he was back.
“Can we talk?” He asked, his voice sounding more normal at this point.
“About what?” You asked in response, “The last four years?”
“A little before that,” He answered, “About our last conversation.” He took a step forward into the room, but the look on your face persuaded him to stop there. “I thought about it every day after that.”
You were silent, refusing to look him in the eye. Your heart raced with a mixture of anger and hope, refusing to give into his attempt at an apology but reminding yourself of the relationship you once had.
“Do you know why I came back?” Isaac broke the silence, “I came back because I realized that France didn’t have what I was looking for.”
“And what was that?” You snapped, “A bunch of people who praise you? A job with Argent?”
“You,” He corrected, “I came back because France didn’t have you.”
“Nice try,” You sighed, “That took you four years to realize.”
“No,” Isaac protested, “It took me a week. But at that point, Argent had made it clear that he couldn’t live without me. By the time he was ready to come back here, I thought it was too late to come back. I heard about you and that Theo guy-“
“Nothing happened between us,” You interrupted, “He was just… into me.”
Isaac nodded. “Regardless, hearing about it made me - it made me upset.” He paused to collect his thoughts. “I realized that I felt more for you than I thought.”
“That was a year ago,” You calculated, “Why didn’t you come back then?” Your hands were shaking as you stared at your once best friend as he professed his feelings for you in the only way he knew how. He definitely matured in France, both physically and emotionally, but one thing remained the same - Isaac wasn’t great with talking about his feelings.
“Honestly?” He breathed, “I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” You asked, sitting up and crossing your arms.
“This.” He stared at his shoes, breathing. Even though you couldn’t hear his heartbeat, you could tell it was racing.
You had no idea where to take the conversation. You looked at Isaac and then out the window, staring at the snow that melted in the yard.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, “This was a bad idea.”
He took a step back out the door and turned down the hallway, leaving you alone with his words.
After dinner, Scott left to go put in some hours at the clinic while you and Isaac were left alone in the house. You could hear him walking around downstairs, trying to find some way to distract himself from the new situation he had created. Once in a while, you would hear him sigh, pace, and mumble, but soon only the sound of the T.V. filled the house.
You snuck downstairs, walking into the kitchen to grab something to drink. You spotted him asleep on the couch, trying hard to be quiet so you wouldn’t wake him up.
“Scott?” You heard him ask, the sound of his raspy and sleepy voice sending shivers down your spine.
“No,” You called back, “It’s me.” You walked towards the living room, biting your bottom lip as you stood in the entryway. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you spoke.
“I missed you,” You told him, “I didn’t lose a pack mate that night, I lost my best friend.”
“I know,” He acknowledged, “I’m sorry.”
“You promise not to leave for France again?” You asked, “Or at least give me a heads up next time?”
Isaac smiled from his spot on the couch. “Absolutely.”
“Now,” You spoke, “Move over, Lahey. We’re watching some Christmas movies.”
Staring out the window, you barely noticed that the mug of tea you held in your hand was fogging the glass. Your mind was cloudy, thinking about all different things as you watched cars drive by your apartment. Music was playing softly in the background, the sound of soft drums and piano keys calming your busy mind. The smell of food coming from your tiny kitchen filled your nose, sending a warmth through your body.
“What time is it?” Isaac asked from across the apartment.
“Six-thirty,” You replied, checking your phone, “Is everything alright?”
“Why did we agree to host Christmas?”
“Because,” You called out, moving from your spot by the window, “You wanted to show mom how established you were as an adult now.” You walked towards the kitchen, passing the couch and adjusting one of the pillows and standing in the doorway. You stared at Isaac, watching as he cooked enough food to feed the small army that would be arriving soon. Things had changed significantly after Isaac went to France those four years, but the distance between you quickly closed that winter. It seemed like forever, now, especially after you graduated, moved back to California, and moved in with Isaac. “With your fancy new job, your fancy new apartment-“
“And my fancy new fiancé,” He smiled, taking a break from his work in the kitchen to kiss you. You played with the gorgeous ring against your finger, smiling when Isaac broke away slowly. He continued cooking, looking over at you and flashing a grin. “What’s that smile about?”
“Nothing,” You lied, leaning against the door frame, “Just us.”
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Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 5: The Final Chapter)
pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader
word count: 3.0k
warnings: mentions of blood, gun violence, mentions of death
summary: In the final battle between the hunters and the pack, the line between life and death are blurred.
a/n: This is it, guys! The final chapter of Forbidden has arrived! I had a lot of fun writing this series (mini series, I guess) and I would love to do it again! If anyone has any requests (long or short), feel free to drop them in my inbox! (or just send me messages bc I’m lonely on campus lol) Anyways, enjoy the final chapter of Forbidden, and happy holidays!
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4
CHAPTER 5: LIMBO
“Thank god you brought her,” Corey breathed, standing from his spot in the corner of the morgue.
“We have to get you out of here,” Liam spoke.
“Those idiots are everywhere,” You sighed, thinking about the kids with guns who had been patrolling the place. They were on the lookout for anyone like you, waiting to kill you without hesitation. They were terrified, all because of the Anuk-Ite, but that didn’t make the threat any less real.
“Should we just hide here?” Mason asked, “Until someone else can come help us?”
“No,” Liam shook his head, “That’s too risky. We need to find an escape route.”
“We don’t need one,” You replied, flexing your fingers to feel the energy coursing between them, “I’m ready.”
The room was silent aside from the hum of the air conditioner. The three boys stared, simultaneously terrified and amazed. You watched them all as they prepared for your directions, ready to follow your lead.
“Are you sure?” Liam asked, breaking the silence, “After all that you’ve done tonight, I’m not sure-“
“Trust me,” You whispered, grabbing his hand, “I’m strong enough.”
Slowly, the four of you headed for the door. You peaked your head out, watching as the hallway was clear before guiding everyone towards the stairwell. Each of you rushed through that door before heading down, giving you a false sense of success before you reached the first floor.
You peeked out the window, watching as a few nurses walked around the waiting room while others were busy with other tasks. There were no teenagers with guns in sight, nobody who looked ready to kill a bunch of supernaturals. You pushed open the door, getting one last look at everyone around you before continuing. You could see the exit in sight, a beacon of hope and success…
“Did you really think you could get out that easy?”
You turned, staring the boy who seemed to be the ringleader down as he cocked his gun. Behind him stood roughly twenty other hunters, each with their own gun provided by a mysterious donor.
“You do realize this isn’t a fair fight, right?” You asked, crossing your arms.
The boy sighed. “You know what?” He sighed, “You’re right.” He smiled.
“I’ll kill you, Gabe,” Liam growled. You placed a hand on his shoulder calmly.
I’ve got a plan, You told your friends, Trust me.
“Why don’t we make this more of a fair fight, then?” Gabe asked, taking a step forward, “I’ll count to three, and you all can run. It’s more fun that way.” At this point, he was standing almost face to face with you. Though he clearly towered over you, his attempt at intimidation meant nothing.
“Oh, you naive boy,” You sighed, “Didn’t you know a Douglas witch never runs from a threat?” With that, you placed your hands on his chest and sent him flying backwards. “RUN!” You yelled to your friends, holding your hands out still as you tried to rip the guns out of everyone’s hands and send them slamming against the wall.
“I want her dead!” Gabe screamed, wiping blood from his nose. He grabbed a stray gun off the ground and pointed it at you, but you were able to deflect it. Turning down the hallway, you ran, following your friends towards the exit. “You can’t run from me!”
Before you could escape, another hunter came up from behind you and tried to stab you. You were able to dodge him, but you were not able to keep all the guns away from the hunters grasps. Gunshots followed, leading to the sounds of terror from the innocent nurses, doctors, and patients.
You ran, turning down random hallways to try and confuse them. You never felt more mortal in your life, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as your body tried to decide between fighting and running. You ran towards the morgue, the cool air around you giving you a moment to think. What could you fight with? What spell could you use?
You looked around, staring at the metal boxes. There was something you could do, something you had only tried on dead rats and pets. You weren’t sure how successful you would be on a larger scale like this, but you had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and felt the boxes fly open.
Fight with me, You begged, holding your hands out, Help me protect my family.
Soon, dead bodies began to crawl out of the boxes and onto the cool floor. They were pale, many of them missing parts of their limbs or with patches of skin pulled off. You could hear the hunters running down the hallway, kicking down doors and shooting into random rooms. It was only a matter of time before they found you.
Sliding into a corner, you waited.
“She’s in here!” One of them yelled, spotting you as you were hiding in the corner. He pushed open the door, only to find two dozen corpses reanimated.
Subdue him.
Immediately, all of the corpses headed towards him. They reminded you of every zombie from a horror movie, slow, lethargic, and lethal. You didn’t want to kill him, but you knew that if you had asked, they would have killed. As the other hunters came into the room, the corpses headed for them, attacking before they even had a chance to shoot.
You ran for the other door, heading out to find another way to the exit. As you ran down another hallway, wiping the blood that trickled from under your nose, you heard gunshots come from behind. You turned a corner, knowing well that there could be a hunter in front of you, but trusting that your instincts would be faster.
Surely enough, several of them were waiting for you.
“You can’t run forever,” One of them smiled, holding a gun up to your head. You breathed, preparing for the final moment, when someone pulled you into the elevator. As the doors closed, you took a moment to breath.
“Who the hell are you?” You asked, staring at this boy you didn’t recognize. He was about six feet, as most of the boys around here seemed to be, with the typical floppy haircut.
“I’m Theo,” He replied, “You must be that witch girl everyone’s talking about.”
“Everyone?” You asked, immediately shaking your head. “Forget that question. Thank you.”
Theo nodded. “I seem to do this a lot for you and your friends.” As the elevator binged, signaling that you were on the ground floor, he prepared a plan. “You run for the door. I’ll hold them off.”
“No way,” You shook your head, “I’m stronger-“
“I have some debts to pay,” Theo sighed, “Just do it.”
The two of you stepped out, and Theo immediately roared with a deep, angry sensation. Several hunters came running down the hallway, preparing their guns, as Theo pushed you.
“Run!” He reminded, shoving you down the hallway. As you ran, Liam came running through the entrance, trying to meet you at the corner. Almost instantly, Gabe turned a corner, coming towards you but out of Liam’s sight. He held his gun up, ready to shoot Liam in the head, but you ran forward before he was able to.
“Put the gun down!” You yelled, holding your hand out as you stepped in front of Liam. He leaned it down, pulling the trigger away from Liam’s head.
Everything after that was a blur. You felt a final surge of energy rush through your body, sending Gabe flying all the way down the hallway and into a glass cabinet, which shattered upon the impact. Gabe lied there, unconscious, as your knees buckled. Liam was screaming, throwing his arms around you to try and hold you up, but everything was muffled. Several people you recognized but couldn’t identify crowded around, helping you to the ground while trying to fix your wound.
“Rowan,” You mumbled, your bottom lip quivering, “Get Rowan.”
Liam’s hands shook as Melissa pushed everyone out of the way.
“We’ve gotta get the bullet out,” She told Liam, “She can’t heal if it’s in there.”
“Do witches heal like us?” Corey asked, looking around frantically as Mason searched for Rowan’s number in your phone. As he dialed, the room went silent, but Liam’s mind was noisier than ever. He placed his hands around yours, trying desperately to take the pain away.
“She’s unconscious,” Theo spoke, walking in from around the corner, “She’s not gonna feel pain.”
“If she wakes up she will,” Melissa added, “Keep her still.” She began working on your abdomen, trying desperately to get the bullet out with the tools she had on hand.
“Rowan’s on his way,” Mason informed everyone, standing off with Corey on the other side of the room while Liam and Melissa worked diligently on getting the bullet out.
“Please stay alive,” Liam begged, “Please.”
The first thing you saw when you woke up was a bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were lying on the floor in a white room, surrounded by nothing but pristine walls and crystal clean floors.
You sat up, realizing you were dressed in all white as well. It was a normal outfit you had worn several times, but now your normal jeans and a sweater had a new, bright white appearance.
“Nice to see you again, honey.”
You turned frantically, watching as Winnie sat in a corner, reading a newspaper. She too was dressed in all white, her dress a floral sundress that seemed to have been completely stripped of color. Her bright red curls stood out from her surroundings.
“Where are we?” You asked, standing.
“Here? This is Limbo,” She replied, “You’ve clearly never been here before.”
“What’s Limbo?” You asked, taking several steps forward.
“The place between life and death,” She responded, “You’ve been shot.”
You felt a twinge of pain in your abdomen as she said that, lifting your knit sweater to reveal a large scar on your lower left side.
“Your friends are desperately trying to save you,” Winnie explained, putting down the newspaper, “But it’s not up to them.”
“What do I have to do?” You asked, “To survive?”
Winnie laughed. “Honey, I’m dead. Clearly I didn’t figure that out.” As she continued laughing, you walked back to the center of the room. “I’m just kidding.” Your eyes darted to her, ready for her answer. “What does this place remind you of?”
You shrugged. “My dreams.”
“Exactly. How do you get out of those dreams?”
“I wake up,” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Fantastic,” Winnie nodded, “So wake up.”
You lied back down on the ground, trying to force yourself awake like you had done many times before. Every time you opened your eyes, though, you were still in this room, still in Limbo, still waiting to live or die.
“It’s not working,” You mumbled, trying again and again, “It’s not working.” You looked up at Winnie, but she was nowhere to be found. “Winnie?” Your voice echoed against the walls of this empty room, just you alone with your thoughts and fears. You sat up, tears running down your cheeks.
This time, you weren’t invincible.
Rowan ran through the doors, followed by Scott, Lydia, Malia, and several other people Liam only slightly recognized.
“Move!” Rowan cried, shoving Liam aside so that he could be with his sister. Though Melissa was successful in removing the bullet, your breathing remained shallow. Rowan got straight to work, wiping the tears from his eyes as he placed his hands on the lower part of his chest and breathed.
“What are you doing?” Liam asked, “CPR isn’t going to work.”
“I’m not doing CPR you idiot,” Rowan snapped, sniffling, “I’m bringing her back to life.” He closed his eyes, and soon a light glow was coming from his hands. Rowan continued to cry as he proceeded with the ritual, his body shaking. He soon started to wince from the pain, the complex combination of emotional and physical pain keeping him from completing the task.
You were slipping away, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Liam moved closer, placing his hand on Rowan’s shoulder. Though the two of them had their differences, it was in that moment that Liam knew those things didn’t matter anymore. He too closed his eyes, wincing as the black veins on his arm revealed themselves. While Liam began to feel the excruciating weight, Rowan felt lighter and more capable.
“Come on, Selene,” Rowan cried, “Come on…” His eyes remained shut, ignoring the sliding doors as they opened and closed, making way for two more spectators. In that moment, Rowan’s eyes snapped open, revealing a bright golden glow that terrified everyone.
And, almost instantly, your eyes did the same, as a gasp brought air into your lungs and life into your body.
You sat up slowly, still getting used to your surroundings. You immediately recognized Rowan and hugged him, the two of you realizing well just how dependent you were on each other.
“Don’t die again,” Rowan begged, holding you tight.
“I’m not planning on it,” You replied, gripping the back of his sweater tightly. You then turned to Liam, the two of you sharing a moment in which nobody else in the room mattered. He reached out, grabbing your hand as he breathed in relief.
“Get away from her,” Your mother spoke, pushing through the small crowd of your friends and allies that had gathered. Liam slid against the cool fake wood of the front desk, knowing well that he shouldn’t mess with your mother. “What’s going on here? The two of you disappear all day, no phone calls, no messages, nothing, and then - then we get a sudden feeling that you’ve died-“
“She did,” Rowan spoke, “She died trying to save you. Everyone. This entire county.”
“Stop being dramatic, Rowan,” Your father sighed.
“I’m not being dramatic!” Rowan exclaimed, standing as he walked towards his parents, “I’ll show you!” He grabbed their hands, showing them the events of the last 12 hours that he had gone through. From the hunters at the lacrosse game, to the divination session at the veterinary clinic, to the phone call from Mason warning Rowan that there might not be enough time. When he pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest, your parents looked shocked.
Your mother was silent, unsure of how to appropriately respond.
“Not to mention I wouldn’t have been able to save Selene if it weren’t for Liam.”
Your mother looked over at him, and you felt the fear radiating off of his skin. “Is that true?”
“I think,” Liam shrugged, “I just took his pain away.”
She nodded. “Thank you.” She then looked at you and Rowan, motioning for you both to follow her home. “I’m glad you’re all safe. Now, let’s get you back home.”
“One more, I want the two of you by the window,” Your mother spoke, holding a camera in one hand and motioning for you to move closer to the window in the living room with the other. You felt Liam’s hand graze against yours as he moved too, clearly looking uncomfortable in his freshly-tailored suit. “Perfect.”
“Mom, I think you’ve taken enough photos,” Rowan mumbled beside you, playing with the sleeve of his suit jacket, “We’re gonna be late.”
“Rowan, I’m allowed this moment,” Your mother sighed, “Just like I’m allowed to do this with all of you at graduation too.” There was a collective sigh from your group of friends before everyone smiled for a few more photos.
“Syb, honey, they do need to actually go to prom,” Your father whispered, “I think that’s enough.”
Your mother groaned. “Fine.” She motioned for you and your brother to come over, giving you each a kiss on the forehead before sending you off. “Have fun tonight, you two.”
“But not too much fun,” Rowan smirked, walking beside Mason and Corey on their way through the door.
Liam grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, thankful for every new moment he got with you. “I think she’s really starting to like me,” He whispered, opening the door of Rowan’s SUV to help you climb in.
“She didn’t even say a word to you,” Mason reminded, “I’m not sure that’s her liking you.”
“She didn’t give me a glare this time, though,” Liam smiled, “I think that’s a start. Maybe soon she’ll allow me to call her Sybil.”
“That’s a stretch,” You laughed, planting a light kiss on his cheek, “But she is starting to tolerate you. I mean, she didn’t tell you about curfew this time.”
Liam nodded before pulling you in for another kiss. He was astonished when he found out that your mother was fine with you being friends, let alone date. It had taken a few months for her to come around to the idea of her daughter dating a werewolf, but after all he had done for you, she couldn’t find any reason to say no. He had proven, time and time again, that he was better than any witch boy she could ever set you up with.
As Rowan pulled up to the venue, there was a buzz of excitement in the car. Walking up the front steps, you felt as if everything was a dream. It was impossible for this to be real - you, with Liam, at your senior prom. You, with Liam, as a couple, at your senior prom.
The night seemed to go by quickly, but it was a night you would never forget. It took you several tries to pull Liam onto the dance floor, but once he was convinced the two of you danced the night away.
Later that night, standing out on the patio together, you rested your head on Liam’s shoulder.
“Selene?” Liam asked, his arm wrapped around your waist as his jacket sat warmly around your shoulders.
“Hm?” You answered, looking up at the reflection of the stars in his eyes.
“I love you,” He spoke, his body radiating anxiety as the words rolled off his lips. It was something you had never heard him say before, something both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. You wrapped one arm around the back of his neck lightly while the other played with his hair.
“I love you too, Liam Dunbar,” You whispered as you planted another kiss on his lips.
Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 4)
pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: lack of consciousness? creepy dreams?
summary: As tensions rise in Beacon Hills, the “Wonder Twins” are the only ones with the answers - and they don’t even know it.
a/n: Thank you so much for waiting this long for me to post again! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in class/the shower/walking to work thinking about how badly I wanted to be writing. Luckily, I’ve successfully finished my first semester of college and I have almost a month of break to continue writing (and, since I’m not doing a field placement next semester, hopefully I’ll have more time? but no promises...). I really appreciate everyone who has decided this blog is good enough to wait around for! I hope I can continue to bring you content you can enjoy. For now, here’s the next chapter in this series, my inbox is always open, and I’ll see you soon!
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3
CHAPTER 4: THE SPACE BETWEEN
“What’s going on?” Rowan screamed, “Liam, I’m driving!”
“She- she passed out!” Liam exclaimed, pulling himself into the back seat, “Keep driving!”
“Is she still breathing?” Rowan asked, his hands shaking against the wheel.
Liam’s hands wrapped around your torso, pulling you up into a sitting position. “She’s still breathing,” He confirmed, listening to your shallow breaths and slow heartbeat.
“Good God, she’s so stupid,” Rowan breathed, sniffling. He tried his hardest not to come off as weak, but he couldn’t help but feel a tear of relief roll down his cheek.
“Where are we going?” Liam asked, his jaw quivering from the stress of the previous moments. He held you in his arms, watching as your chest rose and fell slowly with every breath. He was focused on your pulse, listening as your heart tapped rhythmically.
“I dunno,” Rowan confessed, “I’m just driving.” His eyes were trained on the road, occasionally looking into the mirror to see if anyone was following them, and to watch Liam. Even though Rowan was hesitant to trust him, he could tell from the way Liam held you carefully that Liam was an ally. “Any ideas?”
Liam thought quickly, but he couldn’t think of a safe space that wouldn’t put everyone else in danger. “The clinic.”
“The clinic?” Rowan asked, “We’re gonna hide in an animal clinic?”
“It’s not just an animal clinic,” Liam replied, “He’s a friend… Of our kind.”
“Is he a friend of mine?”
“He’s more like you than I am.”
Rowan nodded. “Can you give me directions?”
“Yeah,” Liam spoke, feeling you stir as his eyes were off of you for a second, “We’re close.”
The school hallways were dark. The only source of light was from the moonlight that trickled in from the windows, giving everything a mysterious and eerie glow. An unnaturally cool breeze caused the hair on your neck to stand on end, signaling that there was something wrong. You looked around, the doors behind you shut tightly and the stairs leading up to the second floor darker than the rest of the hallway. You looked forward, the hallway ending in a mysterious darkness that you couldn’t explain.
There was an odd clicking noise coming from the distance as a feeling of fear came over you. You looked around frantically, trying to locate the creature that was causing this, but you couldn’t find it.
“Show yourself!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot on the ground.
Then, everything went black.
You sat up, gasping.
“Shit!” Rowan screamed, knocking a few things off of a metal table in the corner of the room, “You couldn’t have revived any quieter?”
You looked around frantically, trying to recognize your surroundings. You had been lying on a metal table, a bright light shining above your head, almost like a halo. The walls were covered in brick, with metal tables and cabinets surrounding the room, medical supplies stacking the shelves. There were several people in the room you didn’t recognize, standing amongst Liam and Rowan.
“Where are we?” You asked, rubbing your forehead.
“Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic,” Scott McCall answered from the shadows across the room, “You’re safe here.”
You nodded, staring at the strangers who surrounded you. “What are we doing here?”
“Hiding,” Rowan spoke, “That… thing is clearly growing stronger.”
“Then why are we just hiding?” You asked, “Why aren’t we out there fighting it?”
All eyes stared at you while you sat there, confused.
“Because,” Liam mumbled, “You’re the strongest - and smartest - person here. We were waiting for you.”
You furrowed your brows. You had never believed that you were the stronger or smarter person of any group, especially among group of werewolves.
“We saw what you did back there,” Scott continued, “With Monroe.”
And I know what you’re really capable of, Rowan confessed, reminding you of your abilities through the shared memories of your practice sessions.
“That doesn’t mean I’m the one with the plan,” You corrected, “We don’t even know how to stop this thing.”
“Well, what do we know?” A girl asked, crossing her arms over her flannel covered shirt, stepping out of the shadows.
“We know it’s causing mass hysteria,” Liam answered.
“Anything else?” The girl asked.
“We can figure that out,” You suggested, looking at your twin. He looked up from the hem of his shirt, staring at you as if you had several heads.
“You can’t be serious,” He spoke, “You nearly got yourself killed out there because you were strained, and now you want to-“
“Rowan,” You spoke calmly, “Together. We’re stronger that way.”
“And you haven’t rested,” He breathed.
“Divination is nothing compared to what I did earlier,” You reminded him, “We’ve done this so many times. We can do it in our sleep.”
Rowan chuckled slightly. “You promise, the second you feel fatigued you’ll give up?”
“Fine,” You nodded, patting the cold metal table, “Let’s do this, brother.”
Rowan reluctantly walked over to the table, crossing over to the side opposite you so that, when you lied down, your heads were next to each other. With your legs dangling off the side of the table, Rowan raised his right arm over his head so that you could connect it with your left, linking your fingers to increase the connection.
“What are they doing?” The girl whispered, leaning over to Liam, “Some kind of freaky twin telepathy?”
“Something like that,” Liam nodded, watching as your eyes closed gently.
Are you ready? You asked, grasping Rowan’s hand tighter.
As ready as you are, He replied, taking one last breath before the two of you descended into a collective unconscious.
Rowan opened his eyes, his body shivering from the breeze that swept through the hallway. He looked over at you, watching as your eyes scanned the surroundings.
“I was here before,” You spoke, staring over at your brother. You took a few steps forward, stopping once the clicking noise began. “It’s here.”
Rowan looked around frantically. “Where?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know.” You continued down the hallway, grabbing Rowan’s hand and pulling him along into the darkness, following the clicking.
“Is this a good idea?” He asked. You shrugged in response and continued to pull him down the hallway, stopping when you saw two figures stare back at you.
“Do you recognize them?” You asked Rowan. He shook his head.
The two of them looked at each other, disappearing within a second. They were soon replaced by a taller, humanoid creature, one that stood off in the distance with its back turned.
“That’s it,” Rowan spoke. He took a step forward, leaving you behind as he went to inquire. The two of you knew that no permanent harm could come from these visions, only temporary pain that would grow dull once you woke. In your dreams, Rowan was fearless.
As he grew closer to the creature, you could feel the anticipation. Something was going to happen, something Rowan wasn’t going to expect-
Suddenly, the Anuk-Ite turned, staring Rowan down with its bright purple eyes. Immediately, Rowan turned to stone, disappearing as his mind was removed from the vision.
Instead of staying, you ran.
Rowan sat up, his chest heaving.
“What did you see?” Malia asked, “Did you figure out how to kill it?”
“No,” Rowan spoke, “But I know how it’ll kill us.” He looked over at you, watching as your chest rose and fell peacefully. He knew what you were dealing with was far from peaceful - something he learned the hard way - but he knew you would be the one to find the answers.
You always were.
“Why isn’t she waking up?” Liam asked, taking a step closer to the table.
“Don’t touch her,” Rowan warned, “She’s still looking for an answer. If you touch her, she’ll wake up.”
Liam nodded, removing his hands from the vicinity. Rowan climbed off the table, continuing to wait for you. He checked the time - he had been gone for 20 minutes, meaning you likely would be in this state for much longer.
And you were running out of time.
You ran for the doors, pushing your way through them to escape. What should’ve been the courtyard outside the school was actually an abandoned train station, the same one you had dreamt about when Beacon Hills was visited by the Wild Hunt. You turned, noticing that the door you had came through disappeared, leaving you alone in this station, trying to look for an answer.
As you wandered around the room, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything was still in its place from when you had last seen it, though this time instead of seeing the sea of semi-conscious people, it was just you.
“Dammit,” You sighed, throwing yourself down on one of the benches. You rubbed your face, putting together all of the pieces that had come together from this vision, but nothing remarkable was coming to you.
“Hello there.”
You jumped, throwing your hands in front of you as you turned to see the figure that was sitting behind you. She was a pretty young woman, with bright red curls that were pulled away from her face with a headband and tied up into a messy bun. She was wearing some kind of floral robe, one that you knew for certain your mother would disapprove of. In her hands sat a magazine and a pen, open to a crossword puzzle that she was doing.
“Hi,” You spoke, assuming a stance that was less threatening. “Who are you?”
“You know, if this wasn’t your dream, I would ask the same,” She smiled, “I’m Winnie. Winona, to most people. You’ve probably heard of me.”
Furrowing your brows, you thought for a second.
“You’re the dead aunt,” You replied, “My mother’s sister.”
“Ah yes. Sybil. She always did have a stick up her- irrelevant,” She shrugged, “I won’t talk about your mother that way.” She looked back down at her crossword puzzle before her eyes leaped back up at you. “Can you help me with this?”
“I was hoping you could help me,” You muttered, “But sure.” “I need an eight letter word for ‘high elevation.’”
Thinking to yourself for a second, you shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
“Me neither,” She sighed, “I’ve never been good at these things. I was always more of a sudoku kind of girl.” She stuck the pen in her mouth, thinking, before removing it. “What about a seven letter word for ‘mandatory outfit.’”
“Uniform,” You replied, crossing your arms.
“Oh, the word starts with ‘M!’ An eight letter word meaning ‘high elevation’ that starts with ‘M?’”
“Mountain?” You asked, sitting across from her on a different bench. She smiled, nodding as she scribbled down the words before reading another one.
“How about a three letter word meaning ‘dusty residue.’ Ends with ‘H.’”
“Ash?” You suggested, receiving positive nods and hums from Winnie.
“Now, what was your question dear?”
“Have you ever heard of the Anuk-Ite?”
Winnie’s eyes widened. “Oh, no.”
You sat up, looking around.
“Did you get any answers?” Rowan asked. You looked at him, still sleepy and confused, before rubbing your eyes.
“She didn’t answer my question,” You sighed in frustration.
“I need a pen and paper,” Rowan demanded, looking around. Quickly, he was handed a sheet of white printer paper and a pen. “Describe it. What did you see after I left?”
You began describing what you had seen, even touching upon Winnie and her crossword puzzle.
“What did she ask you for?” Rowan asked.
“Weird words,” You replied, “Mountain, uniform, and ash.” Your eyes widened. “Mountain ash.”
“So,” Rowan spoke, “To recap. Two people were replaced by the humanoid.”
“Two halves make a whole,” Scott spoke from behind your brother, “The Anuk-Ite is two halves of one whole.”
“Then,” Rowan added, “I turned to stone when it looked at me. It turns people to stone.”
“I stood in the station from the Wild Hunt,” You continued, “It was released when the Wild Hunt came.”
“And we kill it with mountain ash,” Scott nodded.
“Good job, wonder twins,” Malia spoke, “It only took you an hour.”
“But now we have all the answers,” Liam reminded, “All we need is a game plan.”
“Out of all the bad ideas I’ve participated in,” Rowan sighed, “This is the worst.”
“Shut up and drive, Rowan,” Malia spoke, “Just because we’re separating you wonder twins doesn’t mean this is the end of the world.”
“I’m saying, this is a bad idea,” Rowan spoke, “We’re going where, again?”
“To the school,” Scott reminded from the back seat.
“To do what?”
“Fight the Anuk-Ite!” Malia yelled, “Do you really need me to remind you?”
“I’m just hoping the more you repeat it the dumber you’ll believe it is,” Rowan mumbled, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Do we have a choice?” Malia asked, “No, we don’t. Now, keep driving.”
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Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 3)
pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: mentions of blood, gun violence, mentions of death
summary: After splitting from Liam, threats push you closer than before.
a/n: After a long delay, Chapter 3 is finally here! School takes up a lot more time than I think it does. I go on break in a few weeks - so I’ll be able to write a lot more then! For now, enjoy this chapter, enjoy Thanksgiving (if you celebrate), and keep doing you!
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2
CHAPTER 3: EXPOSED
Rowan sat up, his heart pounding.
His first instinct was to scream. That’s what he had done when he was a kid. He would wake up suddenly from his vivid dreams, and scream, alerting everyone in the household and likely everyone in the vicinity. You would always get up and scream with him, unable to process the things that came into your mind as well.
Tonight, though, he threw off his blankets and headed towards your room. He slid on the wood floors in his sock-covered feet. As his palm came flying towards your door, you pulled it open, standing face-to-face with your twin.
“You saw it too?” You asked, your heart racing with the same fury as Rowan’s, “The… The fear?”
“The Anuk-ite,” Rowan breathed. While you often had more visual clarity within the visions, Rowan had more words. “What is it?”
“I couldn’t tell,” You told him, pulling him inside to avoid waking your parents, “All I felt was- was-“
“Terror,” Rowan whispered, his eyes consumed with fear.
“We need to do something,” You spoke, sitting down on your bed. You crossed your arms over your chest, biting your bottom lip.
“Do something?” Rowan asked, “As in… us?”
“Who else would I be talking about?” You asked, “Mom and Dad?”
“We can’t do this alone,” Rowan replied, “I mean, you saw the army, right?”
You nodded in response. The army seemed to have no end. Within it, you recognized many people you knew - people you lived around your entire life. The army was Beacon Hills itself.
You stared at your brother, watching as he paced around your bedroom. He was beyond stressed out - not only was there an odd fear-feeding monster that was plaguing your town, but he was also going through the normal ups-and-downs of high school and college preparation.
“I have an idea,” You answered, nodding to yourself, “And I doubt you’re going to like it.”
Liam stood against the cold metal bleachers, an autumn breeze flowing through the leaves and his darkening hair. He looked around, waiting for the girl who had texted him several hours earlier.
Meet me by the bleachers. It’s important.
Liam had several ideas about what your text really meant. On one hand, he knew it must be something practical. It was likely that you just needed notes from biology, or maybe you needed to give him something he had forgotten. But, from the tone of secrecy and urgency that he could pull out from the text, he assumed it was more than that. He hoped it had something to do with your relationship, but he was more realistic than that.
There was no way you would take him back.
“Liam,” You spoke, walking up to him through the crunching leaves. He turned, his heart sinking into his stomach as he watched your hair blow around in the wind. He missed you, more than he would ever be able to understand.
“Hey,” He breathed, “What did you want to talk to me about?” He leaned against the metal, watching as you nervously played with the rings on your fingers.
“It’s about this… hunter problem,” You replied, staring down at your boots, “Rowan and I had a vision.” Liam furrowed his brows, but nodded in response, urging you to elaborate. “We… we know why they’re assembling. It’s fear.”
“Yeah,” Liam nodded, “I’m not surprised a bunch of people are scared of us.” Liam thought back to your family. Even a group of witches more powerful than anyone in Beacon Hills was scared of him, and he was just a beta who was falling for their precious daughter.
“It’s not that,” You shook, “It’s… it’s this creature. It’s called the Anuk-ite. It feeds off fear and causes people to do irrational things… like form an army to hunt down all the supernaturals.”
Liam sighed. “Have you guys tried to, like, get any more information?”
“We haven’t really tried,” You explained, “Our visions mostly come in dreams.”
“Oh.”
“I was actually hoping I could talk to your alpha. Maybe he has more information, or maybe we can come up with a game plan to fight this thing.” As you spoke, Liam watched your lips move carefully, each word dancing off of them and into his ears.
“I can arrange that,” He replied, secretly hoping this would give him more of an excuse to hang out with you.
“The thing is, we need it to be a secret. I can’t have my parents or anyone else in my coven seeing or knowing about this. Any ideas?”
“I have a game tonight,” Liam suggested, “I can get Scott to come and it can look like you guys are both just there. You can tell your parents that you and Rowan wanted to watch, for school spirit or something.”
You nodded. It wasn’t the best idea, but you didn’t have much else to work with. “Awesome. I’ll see you tonight then.”
Liam smiled. “Yeah. I’ll see you.”
The clang of your boots against the metal bleachers filled your ears as you and Rowan walked to your seats. Nobody was out on the field yet, just a couple coaches discussing the game before it could even begin. The stands were filling up quickly, both with the opposing team’s supporters and your own. You and Rowan didn’t think to wear school colors, largely because your thoughts were only on the mission. The cool fall breeze ran through your hair and caused a shiver up your spine.
“Do we even know what this dude looks like?” Rowan asked, pulling his coat tighter around his body, “It’s not like I can just ask someone if they’re the alpha of the McCall pack.”
“Shh,” You whispered, “You’ll know when you see him. Be patient.” Your eyes scanned the stands, looking for someone who matched Liam’s description. You then started to look at the crowd with your “real” eyes, looking for the aura of a powerful alpha. Unfortunately, you only picked up on a few abnormal auras, and none of them were him.
Once the whistle blew and the game began, you grew worried that he wouldn’t even show up. Was this Liam’s way of getting back at you? Did something happen to the alpha?
Amidst your concern, you began to have a vision.
Violence was the first thing you felt. People were screaming, gunshots were fired, everyone began to scatter.
There was pain. It wasn’t your own pain, but it was felt by everyone. There was blood everywhere, staining the fields, the white walls, the floors…
Terror was next before everything went black.
You looked over at Rowan, who was too busy on his phone to even notice the game, the lack of alpha, or your concern.
“Rowan,” You whispered, “We need to get out of here.”
“Now?” He asked, “But Scott hasn’t even shown up.”
“I just had a vision,” You shook, grabbing his hand to show him, “And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that it starts in a field.”
When Rowan’s eyes returned from their swirling grey state, he began to resemble your look of panic.
“Let’s go,” He spoke, immediately pushing past people to exit the stands. You looked out on the field, finding Liam in the heart of the game. He had no idea what was about to happen.
He could be a victim.
“Rowan, we have to warn them,” You spoke, “We can’t let all these people die.”
“We can warn them from somewhere safe,” Rowan panicked, “But we’re getting out of here.”
“Rowan, no-“
It was in that moment, as the two of you argued from behind the stands, that a scream of agony filled your ears. You immediately recognized it as Liam’s, your heart sinking as you heard it. You pulled your hand away from Rowan’s and ran for the field, refusing to leave him alone.
Screaming followed as the gunshots started. You held your hand up to protect yourself as you ran for Liam, his leg bloodied and twisted.
“Selene, what-“
“Let’s go,” You demanded, helping him up onto his feet. Rowan swung around to his other side, pulling him up as well. Once he was standing, you looked around the crowd for the attacker, but found nothing.
“We need to get out of here,” Rowan spoke, “Now.”
Liam nodded, wincing as the three of you moved through the field and towards the parking lot. There were people running all around you, while gunshots still rained down.
You almost began to believe it was a miracle you and Rowan hadn’t gotten hit until you approached his car. There was a gang of about four of them, waiting with guns around the car.
“Fuck!” Rowan muttered. He looked over at you for a quick second, the two of you grabbing each other’s hand behind Liam while outstretching the other one to amplify your abilities.
Just like you had in the woods, you focused. You tried to pry their guns out of their hands, but they resisted, holding onto them tightly.
“Drop it,” You demanded, watching as the four confused hunters began to slowly release their guns.
“What did she say?” Rowan yelled, anger filling his powerful voice, “Drop them!”
The hunters released their weapons, but not before you felt cold metal against the back of your head.
“Thought you could win this time?” Ms. Monroe’s voice spoke, “You’re so naive.”
Your lip quivered, your entire body shaking with fear. If it had been Rowan, he would be able to bring himself back. He was born with the gift of resurgence, while all you could do was speak to the dead.
“Don’t touch her,” Liam growled, still wincing from the pain.
“If you touch me, I’ll kill her first,” Ms. Monroe warned, “And if I don’t kill her, one of them will.”
“Get in the car,” You spoke to Liam and Rowan, “Get yourself to safety.”
“Are you kidding?” Rowan asked.
Just do it, You told him, I have a plan.
Rowan backed away, opening the passenger side door for Liam before crossing to the driver’s side.
“What do you want?” You asked. “I want you dead,” Ms. Monroe spoke, “I know who you are. I know what you are.”
“That doesn’t change anything,” You spoke, breathing steadily, “You’ve still killed more than me.”
“I’m not worried about my conscience.”
“You should be.”
Ms. Monroe was silent.
“Get out of my head,” She hissed.
“I’m not in your head,” You replied, feeling her hand shake as the gun moved around the back of your head.
“How can I see them?” Ms. Monroe asked, “What are they doing?”
“They let you see them when they want to be seen,” You informed her, your eyes gray as you manipulated her vision. Instead of just seeing what was going on around her, the spirits of her deceased colleagues began to come closer to her. You felt yourself growing weaker, but you persisted.
“Tamora,” They whispered.
Ms. Monroe dropped the gun from behind your head as she took several steps back. Immediately, you turned, forcing the gun from her hand before jumping into the car behind you.
“Go!” You exclaimed, holding onto this vision for as long as you could. When the car got far enough away, you released. Your lungs labored from the activity, your head pounding with exhaustion.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked, looking into the back seat to find you breathing heavily, blood dripping from your nose.
“I’m… f-fine-“
Your body slumped over in the seat as everything went black.
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Forbidden: Liam Dunbar (Ch. 2)
pairing: Liam Dunbar x OC!Reader
word count: 3.8k
warnings: mentions of blood
summary: You and Liam both have secrets. Will one date hurt?
a/n: So I kinda combined the ideas I had for Chapters 2 and 3 since it made more sense that way! This might be the longest thing I’ve written on this blog but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Chapter 3 will be coming soon!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2: MISTAKES, BUT NOT REGRETS
Just do it, Liam told himself, Grow a pair and ask her out.
He stared at you from across the library, his eyes locked on you as you searched for a book on one of the many shelves. He was standing on the second floor, looking down at you secretly from the balcony. His feet felt like lead as he tried to work up the courage to talk to you, despite the fact that he texted you constantly. What had started as a lab partnership turned into a friendship, and with each day he interacted with you he began falling for you harder.
He had never felt like this before.
“What are you doing up here?” Mason asked, walking up to his best friend. He could tell Liam was distracted, but he struggled to determine what was keeping Liam from his work.
“What?” Liam asked, snapping back into reality. He blinked several times, looking up at Mason with raised brows.
“Ok, what’s going on with you, man,” Mason asked, pulling the seat out from across the table, “You’ve been acting so weird for the last few days.”
“It’s nothing,” Liam lied, “I’ve just got a lot of work to do, y’know?”
“You don’t act like this when you’re stressed out about work,” Mason smirked, “Who is she?”
Liam stared down at his textbook, his mind scanning over the words while he looked for the words to explain how he felt in his head. “Selene,” Liam whispered, refusing to remove his eyes from the page.
“Selene Douglas?” Mason asked, “The lab partner?”
“Yeah,” Liam nodded, “I’ve really been getting to know her these last few weeks, and I can’t get her off my mind.”
“Then ask her out,” Mason spoke, “I just saw her a few minutes ago.”
“I can’t,” Liam sighed, “She makes me so nervous.”
“You’re never gonna get over that if you don’t go ask her out,” Mason replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his seat, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“A lot of things,” Liam muttered, “I don’t think I can handle that.”
Mason shrugged. “Your choice.”
Liam rolled his eyes as he let out a large sigh. “I know it is. It’s just hard.”
“You’ve dealt with things a lot worse than getting rejected,” Mason reminded him.
“Yeah, but there’s- there’s something different about her,” Liam began, watching you as you took a seat at an empty table downstairs, “Every time she’s around me I just- I can tell she’s different.”
“Like…” Mason lowered his voice, “Werewolf different?”
“No,” Liam shook his head, “It’s something else. Something more… complicated.”
Mason furrowed his brows. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“It’s fine,” Liam nodded, “I don’t think I even understand it.”
The wind blew your hair around as you sat on the bleachers, waiting for Liam to finish changing after his practice. You had post-lab questions to work on, and you agreed to meet up and work outside to enjoy the day.
I’ll be out in 5, His text read, but it had been over 15 minutes since you received it and he was still nowhere to be found. You looked towards the school, the only movement the trees as the wind raced through the leaves.
“Selene,” He spoke, startling you as he walked up from behind you, his backpack and gym bag draped over his shoulders, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” You nodded, collecting your things and walking down the bleachers. Liam led you over to a secluded picnic table, closer to the edge of the trees than the actual school itself. It wasn’t a very popular place at lunch, but when you needed a place to get work done, it was perfect.
The two of you got to working on the questions, but you kept getting distracted by Liam. At first, it was the way his dark hair swirled over his head, certain pieces falling into his face, while later, it became the movement of his lips, the curve of his fingers, and the unbelievable depth of his eyes.
You wanted to know what he felt about you, but at the same time, you knew it was violating to listen in on his thoughts. You also hadn’t practiced with anyone but Rowan, meaning you could potentially open your mind up to him in ways you didn’t intend to do, at least not yet.
“What do you think?” He asked, looking up at you.
“What?” You asked, “Yeah, no, I think it’s a good idea.”
“You think it’s a good idea that Mrs. Finch is assigning us a project for the long weekend?” He asked, furrowing his brows.
“What- No- I mean…” You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face as you tried not to look so embarrassed. “I wasn’t listening.”
“It’s fine,” Liam smiled, “Is something bothering you?”
“No,” You shook your head, “It’s just been a long day.” You knew he could tell you were lying, but you still hoped he would take this over the truth.
Liam nodded, looking down at his notes. You could tell he was contemplating something, but you couldn’t tell what. All you knew was that his body began to radiate anxiety, and you feared it was something you had done.
“Can I ask you something?” Liam spoke, breaking the silence, “What are you doing on Saturday night?”
“Saturday?” You asked, your heart beginning to ride up into your throat, “I- I think I’m free.”
“Do you wanna go see a movie or something?”
“Like a date?”
“Only if you want it to be a date.”
You smiled, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from looking too excited. “I’d like that.”
Liam’s look of concern immediately turned into one of surprise and happiness, a smile erupting from behind his soft lips as his hands played with the edge of his notebook. “Cool.”
“Cool.”
Your phone buzzed on the table, startling you.
I’m here. Please hurry, mom wants me to grab groceries on the way home too, Rowan texted.
“My brother’s here,” You breathed, “I’ve gotta go.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Liam stood.
“You’re going on a date?” Rowan exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and anger, “With a werewolf?”
“Rowan!” You exclaimed, “Please!”
“Selene, you know how werewolves are,” Rowan breathed, lowering his tone, “They’re dangerous. Impulsive.”
“He’s sweet-“
“Yeah, just wait until the full moon when he sees you as a snack.”
“Rowan, that’s not true!” You cried, “You know it! That’s some dumb prejudiced bullshit mom taught us so we would never fall for one!”
“Do I need to remind you what family you’re a part of?” Rowan asked, “You’re a Douglas, Selene. You come from one of the most pure magical families-“
“Stop, Ro,” You sighed, “You sound like mom. It’s gross.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Rowan spoke, “Someday, you and I are gonna be the leaders of this coven. You will be expected to marry another member of our coven, have more magical babies-“
“I don’t plan on marrying this guy!” You exclaimed, “I’m going on one date. One.”
“One date leads to more dates,” Rowan complained, “And more dates leads to sex. And you know what that leads to? You getting yourself knocked up and disowned-“
“Rowan, I know how sex works. Stop.”
Rowan stopped at a red light. “All I’m saying is you need to be careful. Regardless of what mom says about werewolves being dangerous spawn of Satan himself, you have an obligation to this coven.”
“I know, Ro.”
There was silence in the car as he drove, the tension growing between you.
“Look,” Rowan whispered, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you, that’s all.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. I promise.” You grabbed his hand as it rested on the shift. “And if something does happen, you get to say ‘I told you so.’”
Rowan smiled weakly. “I hope I don’t have to.” As he pulled into the driveway of the house, he bit down on his bottom lip. “Just don’t fall in love, Sel.”
When it finally came time for your date on Saturday, Rowan was sure to help prevent your family from thinking this was a date. He suggested the coven have their monthly meeting in the back parlor upstairs while Rowan would get the door and do all of the intimidation necessary.
“He doesn’t know what you are, does he?” Rowan asked as the two of you waited in the front entrance.
“He has no idea,” You whispered, “And he’s not going to find out.”
Rowan smirked. “Sure thing, cute stuff.” He looked at the driveway and nodded. “Your date’s here.”
Together, you and Rowan walked out to the driveway. Liam got out of the car, an old, beat up SUV, standing by the driver’s side door in black jeans and a dark sweater.
“You must be Liam,” Rowan smiled, “I’m Rowan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Liam spoke, recognizing that Rowan was the person he had to charm in order to take you out. The two boys shook hands, but you could tell Rowan was dominating the interaction.
“I’m gonna put things simply for you,” He spoke quietly, “I’m doing you a favor. My sister’s technically not allowed to date anyone, especially not someone like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Liam asked, growing defensive.
“You’re proving my point, pretty boy.” Rowan crossed his arms over his chest, towering over Liam. Despite the fact that both Liam and Rowan were powerful supernaturals, they both recognized that they couldn’t do anything that would reveal their true selves. “Bring her home by 10.”
“Okay,” Liam nodded, calming himself down. He smiled at you, reaching out his hand for you to take.
“10 pm!” Rowan called out from the walkway as he headed back towards the house. You smiled, walking with Liam to the passenger side of the car as he opened it for you and helped you up into the seat.
“You look amazing,” He blushed, studying every inch of your appearance. He knew it was inappropriate to check you out in the way the animalistic side of him wanted to, but he suppressed those feelings to be a gentleman.
As he drove to the restaurant, you could feel his anxiety. You didn’t know how to make him feel more comfortable, except to use your abilities.
“So,” Liam spoke, “Your brother’s a character.”
“He’s just really protective,” You replied, “My whole family’s like that.”
Liam nodded. “Good to know.”
“They… they’re obsessed with lineage,” You confessed, “My father is the head of this big organization and he wants Rowan and I to take over when we get older. As for my mother… she’s very particular on dating.” You stared out the window, thankful that Rowan had your back that night. “I think she’s still trying to deal with the fact that Rowan’s gay.”
Liam nodded. “So I guess she’s protective because you’re the one shot she gets?”
“Exactly,” You sighed, “It puts too much pressure on me.”
It was on this date that Liam completely forgot what it was like to worry about being a werewolf.
For the first time, Liam was able to just be himself. He shared things about himself he never thought he could say, from his past at Devenford to his family life and beyond. He felt like you understood him, like you could read him better than anyone else would ever be able to. He knew it was wrong to say that it was love at first sight, but he couldn’t help but feel he was falling for you faster than any other girl.
By the end of the night, he didn’t want to take you home. You had skipped the movie, opting for a more romantic walk by the lake. He loved talking to you and hearing you talk, genuinely interested in everything you had to say to him. You were fascinating.
“This has been a great night,” You smiled, lacing your fingers together with his. You could tell the feeling was mutual, not even from your ability to read his emotions. Liam had a smile on his face he couldn’t wipe away, completely enchanted by you in every sense of the word.
“Yeah,” Liam replied, pulling your body in closer to his. He had been working up the nerve to kiss you all night, and now that he could tell it was a success, he opted for the picturesque kiss by the lake to tie it all together. He cupped your face, pressing his lips gently against yours, deepening the kiss only when he felt you reciprocate. Your hands found their way into his hair, the feeling of his soft waves between your fingertips dragging you into the moment even further.
When Liam pulled away, his hands remaining around your face, he was awestruck. He had never felt that kind of electricity when kissing a girl. There was an immediate connection made between you two that he couldn’t ignore.
“Did you hear that?” He asked, looking around the forest. He could’ve sworn he heard voices, or at least the sound of something approaching you in the woods.
“No,” You replied, “What are you talking about?” You, too, began searching for a sign of someone else in the woods, but you found nothing.
Then, Liam pushed you out of the way, ducking as a round of bullets was fired.
“RUN!” He exclaimed, pushing your head down to avoid getting hit. He grabbed your hand, pulling you through the woods in order to run to safety. Even though you were running in the opposite direction of Liam’s car, you had a feeling he knew how to keep you safe.
He was a werewolf, after all. The woods were his sanctuary.
“You can’t run forever!” You heard, sending a shiver down your spine. Your mother had warned you about the rise in hunters recently, but you never believed they would catch you this soon. You thought it was a white lie, another story to keep you from straying too far from her reach.
Now, you wish you had listened.
“She’s right,” You breathed, turning a corner around a large rock with Liam, “We can’t hide forever.”
“Selene, you don’t understand,” Liam spoke, “This is so much more than you think-“
“I think I know what’s going on here,” You argued, “And I think I know what to do.” You took a deep breath, walking around the corner to reveal yourself to the group of hunters. There were about eight of them, all with guns at the ready. Some were older, while quite a few were on the younger side.
“You’re so naive,” The woman spoke, “Revealing yourself to a group of hunters?”
“It would be pretty dumb,” You replied, “If I couldn’t do this.”
You stretched your arms out on either side of you, outstretching your fingers so that you would have a better reach of their guns. Then, you focused, pulling them carefully out of their reach and suspending them in the air. Everyone’s faces revealed their shock, terrified suddenly that they didn’t have the power to protect themselves.
“Now,” You spoke, focusing more to connect your minds to theirs, “Get on the ground.”
Immediately, all eight hunters hit the ground, fearful of what was going to happen next as none of them were in control of their own bodies. You knew none of them had actually encountered someone like you before, especially not a clairvoyant.
Even though you could feel your energy draining, you continued. “Go home. Forget your guns.”
Slowly, the eight hunters stood, walking back in the direction they came in. Many were confused, others terrified, while you were growing exhausted. As they continued to walk away, you moved the guns from the air to the lake, tossing them in the deeper end so they would be harder to retrieve.
You had no idea Liam was behind you until your knees buckled, his arms catching you before you could hit the ground.
“Careful,” He warned, helping you back onto your feet. He helped you walk slowly to a point where you could both rest, helping you sit against the wall of a cave. Your head now pounded, not used to that amount of power being used at once, and your hands trembled as you raised them up to your face. You took another deep breath, closing your eyes.
You suddenly could tell Liam was injured.
“They shot you,” You spoke, “The bullet’s still in there.”
Liam looked up at you, trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. “I’m fine.”
You shook your head, crawling across the cave to get closer to him. “I can remove it.”
He looked at you, grabbing your hand. “I saw you back there, you look exhausted-“
“It is the most simple thing I can do. It’s not like I’m controlling the minds of a whole group of people anymore, I can handle a little telekinesis.”
Liam nodded, lifting up his shirt to reveal a blood covered abdomen.
“This might hurt,” You warned, “I’m sorry in advance.”
“It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” Liam breathed, gripping the stone of the cave with the pads of his fingertips. He wasn’t ready, but he had to be.
You straddled him, putting both hands over the wound to get a better sense of where the bullet was. Then, you closed your eyes, willing the bullet to dislodge itself from Liam’s muscle. As you opened your eyes, you saw Liam wincing, his eyes clamped shut.
“This is not how I thought you were gonna remove it,” He confessed, breathing heavily. As his eyes slowly opened, he revealed their natural, golden color, but he quickly tried to hide them in fear of startling you.
“Liam, you need to heal,” You whispered, finally removing the bullet from his body at tossing it to the side, “Let your eyes glow.”
“You know?” He asked, his crystal eyes glancing up at you from your position.
“My brother knew,” You whispered, “It’s kinda taboo in our family to even be friendly with a werewolf. My mother’s a bit prejudiced.”
“Is that why he said he was doing me a favor?” Liam asked. You nodded. “This has probably been the worst first date.”
You smiled. “It could’ve been worse.”
Liam smirked. “You’re right. I could be on a date with a girl who couldn’t mind control eight hunters at once.” The two of you smiled, giggling a little bit. “What are you, a witch?”
“We prefer the term ‘enchantress,’” You replied, “But yes.”
“Can all of you do that? What you did back there?”
You shook your head. “My brother and I can, because we’re clairvoyant.” When Liam furrowed his brows, you knew he needed a better explanation. “If an enchantress comes from a ‘pure’ family, like my brother and I, they have a higher chance of having these… specializations. My mother is basically immortal. My father can take other people’s abilities. My brother and I can read and control minds, feel emotions, and we’re telepathic, but all twins are.”
Liam looked up in shock. “How could I not tell you’re a witch- enchantress- sorry-“
“It’s fine,” You smiled, “Just don’t call me a witch in front of my mother.” You took a seat in the middle of the cave, sitting by Liam’s feet. “If you used your eyes, you could see it.”
Liam looked up at you, his eyes glowing their beautiful golden color as he stared. You knew what he was seeing - a large, gray swirl of magic that practically engulfed you. This was your aura.
“That’s crazy,” He whispered. Suddenly, his jaw dropped, and his hands rose to the sides of his head as he groaned in pain. “What’s happening to me?” “Selene!”
You turned to the mouth of the cave, watching as several silhouettes appeared. You could tell your mother and father were at the front of the group, while Rowan was standing off to the side, one of his hands outstretched. He was the one causing Liam pain. “Rowan, stop!”
I’m so sorry, He replied, Mom made me do it.
“Get away from that monster, Selene,” Your mother cried, “He’s not what you think he is.”
“No!” You exclaimed, “Stop!”
“He purposefully put you in danger!” Your mother screamed, “He and his pack should’ve known that the hunters would be out here looking for you! He’s not here for a date, he’s here to start a war!”
“No, he’s not! He’s not a monster!” Your mother took a step forward, her hand outstretched, ready to perform a ritual that would result in Liam’s body being discarded somewhere in the woods as a warning to the rest of his pack. You immediately jumped in front of him, grabbing your mother’s wrist. “I’m not letting you do this. He saved me.” You looked up at your brother, who had eyes filled with tears. You turned back to Liam, his chest heaving as his body shook with fear. “The hunters, they wanted me dead. They couldn’t care less about Liam. They were about to shoot me when Liam pushed me out of the way. He was shot to protect me!”
Your mother shook her head. “Is this true?”
You nodded, standing. You placed your fingertips on her temple, showing her what had happened shortly before. You showed her how Liam protected you, how he tried to keep you from fighting off the hunters, and how he helped carry you to this secret location to heal.
“We’re taking you home,” Your mother declared, “Say your goodbyes now. You won’t be seeing each other ever again.” She turned to Liam, crouching so she could be face to face with him. “I’m letting you go, you mutt. But if I hear about your and your pack trying anything like this again, I will not hesitate to kill all of you on the spot. Are we clear?” Liam nodded.
“You have a minute,” Your mother spoke, heading towards the mouth of the cave, “And then you better be back outside.”
You turned to Liam, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so sorry,” You whispered, “I’ll figure out-“
“It’s ok,” Liam replied, engulfing you in a hug, “Things will be ok.” He placed one last kiss on your lips, lingering for several seconds before pulling away. He didn’t want to believe this would be the first and last time he would get to go out with you, and he didn’t want to believe this would be the last conversation you ever had.
“Goodbye, Liam Dunbar,” You spoke, resting your forehead on his before standing to leave, sharing a look with each other one last time before the light from beyond the cave prevented you from seeing the hurt and pain on his face.