Another Banshee [teen wolf au]

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one: ink

avery

I stood beside Stiles as he looked at tattoos and I looked around with him, one caught my eye as the man with the long brown beard began to speak.

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." he said while holding a piece of paper with Scott's drawing of two lines. One thin line was under a think line and coloured black. I lowly chuckled as Scott smiled at the guy. Scott then looked at Stiles as he called his name.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" he asked and held up a big tattoo that looked similar to the kanima. Long tail, spiky spine, and long fingers that are pointed at the end. Oh did I mention that it was swamp green? That thing looked like it was a walking dinosaur. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head as Scott did a did-you-really-think-I-would-have-that-kind-of-tattoo? face. The man with the long beard sat down and got his stuff ready.

"Too soon?" Stiles looked disappointed and mumbled "Yeah" while looking through the book of many tattoos. "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles then closed the book

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott said to Stiles with a smile on his face. I furrowed my brows and knew something behind that tattoo. I mean, every tattoo has a story behind it right?

"Okay, but why two bands?" I asked in curiosity. I crossed my arms as I waited for Scotts answer.

"I just like it."

"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" I said to him.

"Getting a tattoo means something." he said.

"I don't think that's –" I started to shake my head until the guy with the long beard interrupted me.

"He's right. Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tatun means to leave a mark," Stiles and I look at Scott and back at the guy with the long beard, teaching is a mini lesson of tattoos. Stiles crossed his arms and I still had my arms crossed. "Like a rite of passage." Scott looked at us while he was finished.

"Yeah, you see? He gets it." Scott says.

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott," he looks over at Scott. "Literally." Stiles looked over at the guy covered in tattoos that has the tattoo gun ready in his hand.

"Okay, you ready?" he asked Scott and Scott looked at him, he looked unsure that he was ready. Scott then took a deep breath and put his hand on his knee, clearing his throat. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?" Oh god. I closed my eyes and I swear, I could feel my heart race as I knew what was going to happen next.

Scott answered the guy quickly with a "Nope." and one second later the guy put on the tattoo gun and made a buzzing sound. I widen my eyes and looked somewhere else around the room.

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." Stiles says as he scratches the back of his ear and down to his jawline while looking at the tattoo work. The next thing I knew was Stiles fell to the ground and brought my lips into a thin line, trying not to laugh. The guy kept doing his job and I dropped to my knees next to Stiles.