#evolvedxwolfy

[grandtheftjeep]

@evolvedxwolfy​ said Let’s Roll:

He thought it would be just another night like all other nights. Lacrosse practice ended, he’d washed up and made his way back home for a typical Friday night. He got a bit of homework done before the math started driving him up the wall, and by the time he looked up it was just a little bit late. Later than usual, wasn’t dad home by now? Usually? Eli checked his phone but there was nothing.

Traffic. It was probably just traffic. Don’t text and drive, right? That was why dad hadn’t reached out. Eli sat on the couch, leg bouncing for a few minutes. Nope. This was dumb. With a bit of a groan, he got up, resolving to keep himself busy. Dad probably got dinner on the way home, too. By the time he heard the door unlatch, he was setting up the table. He’d even gotten the napkins folded all nice. He rounded the table, putting down the plate in his hand. “Dad! What took you so long?”

[makesmiistakes]

@evolvedxwolfy liked for a starter from Laura for her dear brother Derek

Everything felt.....weird.

It was worse than the bad cold she'd gotten in high school that had kept her bed bound for nearly a week. Her eyelids and tongue felt heavy as she tried to move them, slowly trying to wake up from whatever this was.

The last thing she remembered was being in the woods. And a figure ahead of her looking to the moonlight. It had been familiar to her. There had been something about him.

" Peter, " she breathed. She shot upright. " PETER, " she practically shouted, her breath coming quicker as she freaked out. Peter had been there. And then he had turned on her and-.

Eyes darted around the room as she began to hyperventilate, nails growing. He'd attacked her. Her own uncle. Moving up she pressed her back against the metal of the bed, looking around the space she found herself in. Pain. She remembered so much pain. Then nothing.

[stilesstylelinski]

:: Bargain :: Sterek

@evolvedxwolfy​

help me study Normally, Stiles would have no issue in saying yes, if someone needed help in a class subject, but Derek Hale of all people? Derek Hale, who was pretty much the top of the food chain on the campus? Derek Hale, who was the jock of jocks--at least in Stiles’ eyes. Was this some kind of joke? Some prank to get him alone so his buddies could do worse than usual? “Why would you need help? You run out of nerd slaves to do your bidding for you?” Stiles asks, a joking tone but seriousness underlying his words.

[grandtheftjeep]

@evolvedxwolfy​ asked: "Take me instead!"

“No! Dad!” Eli yelled. He sprung, trying to get free of his own bindings, and hated then when they actually let go. He slammed to the ground, and bolted, trying to grab on to his dad. “You can’t do this! You can’t do this! Don’t leave me.”

[lightsandlust]

Behind Blue Eyes

@evolvedxwolfy

This wasn’t happening.  Stiles couldn’t believe this was happening.  How could this be happening?

It had all been a whirlwind.  He had been driving home from College after graduating with a Masters degree in Criminal Justice and someone had sideswiped him.  While he was dazed and confused, he had been subjected to a thick black cloth bag shoved over his face and shoved into a van with no windows by an unknown number of men.

The growling told him they were wolves.

They had driven for hours, with many turns and Stiles was sure they were just driving around to disorient him further until finally he found himself tied to a metal chair that was bolted to the ground.

Pain.  Absolute agony as he was bitten by the alpha.

Unconsciousness as he was beaten.

He lost count of the days.

But then the roars of his friends sounded, and his eyes slowly opened, a sliver of glowing blue as he lost consciousness again.

[highqualityprince]

“I’m cutting you off.”

“Dontcha dare.” Pout on the lips,

eyes full of disgust at the dreadful

idea; Jackson had merely started

getting drunk. “Not gonna let you...

                    - hic -

...ruin my perfectly planned evening.”

[kisscflife]

Welcome to the masquerade || Derek and Ambroise

Ambroise peered at the Crown King of the country through a pair of binoculars. “It’s no surprise another tyrant rose to power. The King’s late father set such a great example.” He scowled, and pulled the binoculars away from his face to hand them over to his traveling companion. “See for yourself.” Carefully, he climbed up the tree he’d been on, settling on a higher branch. “Security will be nearly impossible to get through; that’s why we’ll wait until the masquerade ball tomorrow night. We’ll slip in, rid the world of that nuisance and restore order.”

The Warlock hadn’t been paying much attention when his ally was hit with arrows. Their gurgling sound startled him, and his heart sank. “We were seen? How?!” He’d wanted to help the other, but they had passed on already— the light leaving their eyes. Ambroise hurried down the tree before taking cover in the bushes. When he found the archer near the ramparts, he hurled a fireball at them. They’d dodged effortlessly, almost as if they expected Broise to avenge his companion’s death.

After dodging a few oncoming arrows, Ambroise balled his hands into fists. “You won’t get away with this!” He shouted, running towards the forest. *** The following night, mentally prepared himself for what was to come. Okay. I can do this alone. Even if I die, it’s not like I have a home to return to. He’d dressed like one of the Nobles, in a comfortable maroon gown made from the finest silks. The mask he wore obscured some of his facial features, but did nothing to hide piercing azure hues. The male bard who had greeted everyone at the front doors was distracted so Ambroise (thankfully) didn’t have to sneak past. As more guests made their way inside to mingle, the Warlock rolled his eyes. He swallowed down a lump in his throat when someone firmly grasped the back of his shoulder.

Merde, merde! They’ve figured me out! He yelled internally, turning around to face two guardsmen. He bowed deeply and grinned broadly, quickly hiding the horrified look upon his face. “Hello gentlemen. What brings you here?” @evolvedxwolfy

[kisscflife]

-sniffs at Lacey- "You're not Lydia..."

Lacey’s eyebrows arch in surprise. “I don’t know who Lydia is, but I’m sure she’s a beauty queen. After all, I’m gorgeous.” She giggles, and runs a hand through her wavy tresses.