Isaac Lahey Imagines

Part 49: Request #29

This won't be a regular thing where I would put a title on a request because most of the time, I suck at titles. But this one would be titled, Your Mirror. You'll get why once you read it. I combined two requests because they had the same concept so....here you go Anons! Hope you like it :D if errors occur, sorry! And I still suck at giving titles so eh =))

Anon request 1: you get shot by a hunter while trying to protect the pack and Isaac crying while holding on to dear life to you

Anon request 2: Can you do an imagine where you and Isaac were in a relationship and you die saving Allison. Then he and the Argent's move to France and when they come back Isaac finds out you never really died. Thank You.

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"Shhh," You hushed the werewolf holding you, tears flowing uncontrollably down his cheeks as he tried to stop the sobbing coming up his throat.

At the moment you felt the poisoned-tip arrow pierce your chest, you knew that your pain echoed to where he was fighting off the creatures in black robes and silver masks. The pain you wanted to scream out was howled so loudly by Isaac as his eyes glowed a much brighter yellow making him stop in his movements in sparring with the Oni, his stance stumbling a bit before searching the vicinity for you. And from a distance, his pained look matched yours as he ran to where you were while knocking out several of the Oni that stood in his path going to you.

"Isaac," You tried to settle him from the salty tears that were now falling down on your cheeks, but he was not listening to you, rather, he was telling Scott to call for Deaton, for any help he could get to save you. The alpha was immediately there along with Allison and Chris, talking about something that concerned the arrow in your chest but you knew your hearing was slowly giving up on you when all you can now see was their mouths moving and no sound coming out.

With a blink of an eye, or what felt like a blink, you were facing a bright light and a feeling of hollowness in your chest rather than the heavy heart you carried around. The faint scent of familiarity filled your nose and you instantly knew that Isaac was somewhere near-the warmth of something on intertwined with your hand sending a feeling of security and safety. Blinking again, you noticed a commotion going on to your side making you focus on that. With unblinking eyes, you could see Isaac being pulled away as he screamed loudly-from the way veins were evident on his neck and on his temple-for you, his lips mouthing your name. You didn't need to hear anything to see the palpable pain in Isaac's eyes as he watched his other half die on the exam table. With tears and blood mixing their way down his jaw, his lip cut at the side from the hits he took, his eyes glowed a pain-filled yellow one last time before he disappeared and that was the last thing you saw of him.

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"So glad you're back, man." Stiles had his arm around Isaac while the other patted his chest before letting the tall boy walk to Melissa and giving his 'adoptive' mother a warm I'm back hug.

"How long will you be staying?" Melissa asked before pulling away, missing his other son and wanting for him to stay much longer.

"I don't know, but hopefully I'll be staying here for a longer time." He answered, hugging her tightly one more time before joining Scott and Stiles in the kitchen island.

"Isaac!" a voice chimed behind the three boys making them turn around.

Walking towards them from the door were Lydia and Malia with smiles seeing that a familiar face is back in Beacon Hills.

"How was France?" Lydia asked, before sitting beside Stiles who now had his arm resting at the back rest of her chair and Malia sitting beside Scott also interested in whatever Isaac was going to tell them.

"It was fine," Isaac could only shrug before telling them about how Chris enrolled him and Allison in a school there and before anyone knew it, they were already graduating.

"The food there was amazing though, and there was this restaurant that-" Isaac was suddenly cut off when he felt something change in the atmosphere. Looking around, he noticed that he seemed to be the only one who noticed it as the group only looked at him weirdly as to why he stopped in his story-telling. There was a warmth that washed over Isaac that he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that came with it, it somewhat brought him home.

"Isaac, you okay?" Scott asked, his expression sporting a questioning look as he watched Isaac shift in his seat before he turned around and froze.

There was a gleam in his eyes as he watched you standing there with a surprised yet mesmerized expression that matched his own, your sight suddenly blurring as tears filled the rim of your eyes. You noticed every detail on his face that changed-there was a light dusting of stubble on his jaw to his chin, faint dark circles under his eyes, wrinkles and worry lines in certain places of his face.

Having the last memory of you-that being dead on an operating table- erased and replaced with this beautiful new one, Isaac couldn't help but almost run to you as he enveloped you in his arms and twirled you around all the while with his lips attached to yours in a needy kiss. Tears were now spilling down on your cheeks as you replied with the same need in the kiss, his arms tightly wrapped around you fearing that he would lose you again.

"Isaac," When he heard you say his name, his arms tightened around you before pulling away and cupping your face in his hands.

The sht eating grin on his face was something that made you heart flutter, that made you smile back and wipe away the few tears that still fell on his cheeks-the light stubble tickling your palm when Isaac leaned on to your touch.

"H-how?" Was all he could manage.

"Her anatomy is quite different." Scott answered from behind, smiling at the sight of the two of you back in each other's arms again.

"What do you mean?" Isaac asked, a bit confused at this.

"Deaton observed that she somehow has this thing called Dextocardia." Stiles answered. "It's something where her heart's on the right side."

"And so are some of her other organs." Stiles added.

With your hand now intertwined with Isaac's, you listened more to what the others were saying from what the lot of you gathered from Deaton about how you were built. How you were the opposite of each other and how you somewhat matched him in ways you didn't know were possible.