a bunch of Teen wolf imagines and preferences...

Part 73- Wendigo

Request:

Hi sunshine! Okay I love your work really, especially the Teen Wolf Imagines (tbh I've watched the whole last season in a day) would you be interested in writing a Theo x Reader, where Theo discovers that his gf is a wendigo? Like she's a total badass, and they love each other, but one day he finds her eating a still bleeding heart, with blood everywhere? White eyes, sharp teeth, whole package, even antlers if she has been hungry for a while (and she had disappeared for days) Thank you, ily!

A/N: if you're still reading teen wolf imagines then I've finally got round to doing this request! I've taken a couple of years out of writing and have come to realise It's what I enjoy J feel free to request anything, even if it takes me a while all your prompts are greatly appreciated!

p.s I had to do some research on wendigo's so some stuff might not conform to the way teen wolf did it, and I changed it so that Theo has an interest in you, not that you're already dating xx

Warning: gore, violence, lil smut

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The folklore surrounding wendigo's gave you trouble wherever you went. Not everyone had heard of the Native American myth but the symptoms of being a wendigo certainly produced problems, forcing you to deal with hounding police and the mobs that seem to form, on a hunt to find a killer- you. Of course you weren't killing by choice, you needed to. The desire for human flesh ran through your veins, worsening with every pump of your own beating heart. If you didn't find a meal, something much worse would happen, and you figured one death was better than ten.

Moving around landed you in beacon hills and eventually the McCall pack. They were shocked to find that you were a wendigo but you brushed their initial concerns off, after all, wendigo's are much stronger than werewolves.

In the end you warmed to them. You wouldn't call them friends but they helped you, getting bodies from the morgue for you to feast on. But it wasn't fresh.

"you seem anxious" Theo, a member of the McCall pack stared at you as you tucked into the slab of meat he'd delivered. You took a bite using a fork. The meat wasn't bad but it had a slight sourness to it. You winced slightly at the growling in your stomach that wouldn't calm.

"I'm just hungry" you replied, waving off any insinuation that you were less than ok. Accepting your response Theo took a seat opposite you, intrigued at the way your teeth pulled apart the raw flesh.

"I read up on wendigo's, you have to eat human flesh to become one, so the lore says" he was digging into your past, something you had never talked about with any of the pack, after all, it wasn't their business.

"I didn't just eat someone if that's what you're thinking" you replied with a slight laugh, unsure whether to tell the wolf. He tilted his head at your comment, trying to decipher whether you were telling the truth or not. "I was born this way. My family lived up in the north, in the cold mountains. That's where wendigo's normally reside. We aren't pack creatures so it was just me, my parents and my 3 brothers. I didn't like the way my father hunted so I left." Theo opened his mouth to ask more questions but you'd said enough, you didn't need people to know your past, that's not how you worked. To silence him you stood up, excusing yourself to go wash your hands in the bathroom.

The cool water felt hot against your skin as you stood watching the way your hands seemed to glisten underneath. At first dead bodies were enough, but after weeks of eating it, the craving inside was no longer being satisfied. You glanced up in the mirror, your eyes looking hollower than before. The symptoms had been getting gradually worse, you knew you needed to hunt.

Hunting was always tricky, you tried to choose people who wouldn't be missed and people who had done something wrong, so you could tell yourself you were serving some type of justice. The first night you hunted you came close, stalking your prey round the city streets for a few miles, but they met up with a friend. Rule number 1: only hunt lone prey that was something your father had taught you.

The second night you decided to take a different approach, you headed to a more seedy area of town, an area where people only really go to gamble, take drugs and hire women for the night. A perfect place to find someone who's done something wrong or won't be searched for. Immediately you spotted someone selling drugs, not even hiding what they were doing. You knew there was probably more to his story but it didn't matter. He was the one.

Your dark clothes allowed you to stalk in the shadows unseen as he made his way to his next sale. The night vision that came with your curse let you to follow him with ease. Luckily this sale was in a dark alleyway. "Perfect" you thought, a smirk forming on your lips as you felt your skin tighten around your bones at the thought of the kill. You watched as his customer approached and left. Your claws shot out of your hands as you pounced, ripping open his throat in one swing so he couldn't scream. It was messy but effective as he collapsed to the ground, eyes wide and meeting yours which were glowing a haunting white back at him, the last thing he'd ever see.

Wasting no time, you took his top and coat off, giving you better access to what you wanted. Clawing a line down the centre of his chest caused blood to ooze out, a sign of a fresh kill, not the old, stale meat you'd been having from the morgue.

You leant down, sinking your teeth into the flesh, not being able to resist. Next you reached your hand deep into his torso, the other holding open the incision you had made. You'd created the perfect meal, the still beating heart smelling so sweet.

You ate it slowly, leaning over the dead body, blood dripping down your chin. It was at that moment you saw a figure ahead of you. You'd been too engrossed in the kill, the world around you had ceased to exist.

"I knew something wasn't right" instead of a panicked response or a scream like you were expecting, a sly comment was made by a voice you recognised well. Theo stepped out of the shadows, eyes yellow to match your white ones. You decided to carry on with your meal, the pack had told you enough about Theo's past to know if he judged you, you could fire right back at him. Instead of a snide remark he crouched in front of you, again fascinated by the way you ate. You finished the heart, and as you did, stood up over your slaughter. Proud.

"You following me now Raeken?" you weren't sorry, you weren't ashamed. You needed to feed, you had no control of it. He sniggered, stepping over the body so he was looking directly down at you. Without saying anything he pushed you against the wall, his lips meeting yours. It might've been the power you showed or the way you didn't care what anyone thought. You were shocked but kissed him back. He kissed down your neck, teeth sinking in as he drew your blood this time, mocking you almost. It drove you crazy. Your hands had already gone under his shirt, feeling his chest with your blood soaked hands. He wasted no time, the wolf clearly more in control than the human when he spun you round so your chest was against the wall. His chest was pressed against your back, allowing you to feel his quickly beating heart against you.

He slipped a hand into your jeans, triggering a moan to escape your lips. This isn't how you'd imagined the night would go but with a full stomach, and full strength you weren't going to let him play with you. You were going to be in control.

You switched the positions, but instead of the wall you threw him on the floor, right next to the dead body. Fear flickered across his face as he wondered if he was going to end up the same way. You licked the blood off his upper body, trailing down to his belt which you undid slowly, enjoying a slow torture rather than a quick kill.

The body and smell of decay no longer bothered Theo, the feeling of your tongue on his skin overwhelmed his senses. You continued to trail down, until you reached where he wanted you to go. But you stopped, leaning up so you were face to face. You could see the lust on his features, silently begging you to continue.

"I don't appreciate being tracked" you smiled sweetly, giving him one more bloody kiss before racing off into the darkness.