Author's Note: Wolfbred requested sad Isaac. I know I spent a lot of my time on the Internet, but I can't be a good mood killer all the time, so enjoy this somewhat sad imagine.
QOTD: What is your most obscure Teen Wolf ship?
AOTD: Scott and Braeden because of the season 4 premiere
"You nervous?" Isaac asked as you walked up to the school. You, Isaac, Derek, and the twins were walking into a fight with the Oni, and you were more terrified than you thought humanly possible.
"No," you lied.
Isaac chuckled and grabbed your hand. "You're going to be okay."
"I feel like someone is going to die."
"You're not Lydia. You're a werewolf, and we're all going to walk out of here alive. Even Stiles."
"I doubt you believe that," you said as the five of you finally reached the entrance, where the Nogitsune was sitting on the steps, along with a few of the Oni.
The Nogitsune wasted no time in sticking them on you. There was one Oni for each of you.
You fought just like Derek taught you to. You were strong, firm, and undistracted, and you genuinely started to believe that Isaac could have been right. You could all make it out alive. You had a quick change of heart, however, when you looked over to see Isaac on his knees, with the Oni getting ready for its final blow.
"No!" You screamed. You wriggled away from your Oni, and sprinted over to Isaac, but a bullet beat you to it. It hit the Oni in the chest, causing it to emit a green light, and seemingly self-destruct. You looked up to see Chris Argent, holding a gun in his hand.
"[Y/N], behind you!" Isaac shouted.
Chris quickly shot the Oni in attacking you, and you watched as it withered away, and then you looked down to see that it had left you a gift; it's sword went right through you.
"Isaac," you choked out, stumbling backwards.
You felt his arms around you, keeping you steady. "I'm here. I'm here."
"Isaac, get here out of here!" Derek's voice yelled, sounding far away.
"You're okay," Isaac said, picking you up and going back into the direction you came from. And then, more to himself than you, he repeated it. "You're okay."
"Isaac, no."
He pretended he couldn't hear you. "How badly does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt at all," you answered so quietly that he needed werewolf hearing to understand.
"You're okay," he said in one breath.
"No."
"Stop it. You're okay. You're going to be fine." He set you down against the wall of the side of the school. "Just stay strong, okay? You should start healing any second now."
"I know," you lied again.
Isaac positioned himself in front of you and started putting pressure on your wound. You looked into his sad eyes, concentrated on your blood. His eyes were red, and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry.
"Isaac, look at me," you mumbled, using your last bit of strength to put your hand onto his, which was turning bright red in contrast to his pale skin. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he said, fearfully staring straight into your calm eyes. His breath was unsteady.
You smiled at him one last time, and let your head loll sideways. The last thing you felt was the touch that had once brought you so much life.
