[𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?]
i have nothing left to prove,
'cause i have nothing left to lose.
see me bare my teeth for you.
who, who are you?"
‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ₊˚.࿐°
𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
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I'm also currently watching daredevil (and holy shit is matt hot) and I'm thinking I might write a teen wolf ff with the mc having the same abilities as matt but different causes for their blindness. it would be x stiles but would you want the mc to be a girl or a guy? I'm thinking ill make it a gay ff since there aren't many but what would you guys want to read?
HELENA WALKED DOWN THE QUIET SCHOOL HALLWAY, silently questioning why she even bothered going to high school when she'd already graduated over two dozen times. When she turned the corner she saw Stiles talking with Lydia. "Y'know, Die, in a hideously awful, strangulating, head-bashed-in, throat-cutting kind of way!" Stiles exclaimed waving his arms around. "Hey, what are you guys talking about?" She asked, fixing the strap of her satchel around her shoulder as she walked up to them. Helena looked between the two with an eyebrow raised.
"Um... hello?" Lydia said with a questioning look as she crossed her arms. "Hi, we haven't properly met. I'm Helena Di Mauro." she introduced, holding a hand out for her to shake. Lydia stays still, her eyes examining the girl up and down before taking her hand in hers. "Lydia Martin... Why are you here?" She asked bluntly. "Well, I heard you two talking about a hideously awful, strangulating, head-bashed-in, throat-cutting death and couldn't help but intrude on your conversation," Lydia nodded, still looking a bit unsure before continuing her conversation with Stiles.
"Maybe it's not your job. I mean you said it yourself. They were strangled with a garrote. That's a human thing to do." Lydia pointed out, "So maybe just leave the figuring out part to someone human." She said, "You mean someone like my dad?" Lydia breathed in a sigh, "No, I mean your dad... the sheriff!" She called out rolling her eyes and strutting off to her class. They both stand quietly together before Stiles takes her forearm and drags her down the hall. "Uh, we have English right now. Where do you think you're taking me?" She asked as Stiles lead them to the front of the school. "Finding answers."
"Augh, it's not like I had anything better to do anyway."
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They sat in Stiles' baby blue jeep as he drove down the empty roads to wherever he was taking them to 'find answers.' The car was quiet, only the revving of the engine starting up again after a red light filled the silence. "We're here," Stiles announced as he parked outside of the Vet. "C'mon," He ushered, opening the door to the clinic where many dogs barked in the distance. Once she closed the glass door behind her she saw Deaton walk into the reception area. "You're out of school early."
"Yeah, free period, actually." Stiles excused, but before he could continue Helena walked up next to him, "Hey Alan, been a while hasn't it." She said, "Helen! So good to see you again." He greeted her, walking up and giving her a large welcoming hug. Once they pulled apart Stiles looked between the two with a very confused look on his face. "Wait, you two know each other?"
"Yeah, we met a long time ago. Thank you for all of your help with moving me in, I really appreciate it." She thanked him, smiling. "Of course Helen, you are one of my oldest and closest friends." He smiled, "Now, what were you going to say again, Stiles?"
"Um, I was just headed home to see my dad. He's uh, you know, I guess you probably heard people are kinda getting murdered again. It's his job to figure it out." He explained. "I gathered as much from the sheriff title." Helena snorted quietly which caused Stiles to send a quick glare her way. "Yeah, um, you know, it's kinda hard for him to do his job when he doesn't have all of the information. And we all know he's already missing pretty much half of the story here, right?"
Deaton stayed silent as he listened to Stiles. "So I started thinking, and I remembered someone who does have a lot of information. Someone who seems to know more than anyone else around here... You." Deaton looked between Stiles and Helena before motioning them towards him. "Follow me." As they followed Deaton to the back room Stiles began to rant, "All these symbols and things, the triskeles, the bank logo, the Mountain Ash, all of it is from the Celtic Druids."
"And anyone who has ever looked up human sacrifice before knew that the druids had a pretty big hard-on when it came to giving one up for the Gods." Helena listened to Stiles' rant, intrigued by what he had to say. "You ever hear of the Lindow Man? 2,000-year-old body found in England? He was found strangled, head bashed in, throat cut. Threefold death. They also found pollen grains in his stomach. Guess what favourite Druid plant that was."
"Mistletoe," She answered, standing between the two as Deaton pulled out a plant from a jar. "We both already know this," She said, leaning her forearms on the steel table. "Then why aren't you two telling us?" Stiles demanded, dark eyes looking sad and frustrated. Deaton sighed deeply, "Maybe because when you've spent every moment of the last ten years trying to push something away... Denying it. Lying about it. Becomes a pretty powerful habit." Helena looked down, thinking about his words and how true they were.
She had spent most of her life denying herself, wishing and pretending to be something she was not. Because no matter how hard she prayed or wished on a shooting star... she knew she'd never get what she wanted. It's taken her too long to realise that. "All right, so is this guy a Druid?" Stiles questioned, "No." Deaton answered, "It's someone coping a centuries-old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know what the word 'druid' means in Gaelic?" he questioned, looking at Stiles. "No."
"Wise oak," Helena answered, not looking at either man. "The Celtic druids were close to nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars. They weren't serial killers." Stiles shook his head, "Yeah, well this one is." Stiles' phone broke the tense silence as he answered the call. "Hey, I can't talk right now." He said a little annoyed, but as the person on the other side of the phone spoke he began to look more worried.
"Wait, what? Ok, are you sure he's missing?" At that, Helena looked up worriedly to Deatopn who shared that same look. Once Stiles hung up the call he looked between the two. "We need to go to the school, now. You too." He stated, looking at Deaton. "Why? What happened?" She asked, following Stiles to his jeep. "I'll explain on the way."
