I Saw Him First The day Scott McCall came to school after being bitten by a werewolf was supposed to be normal. At least as normal as Beacon Hills ever gets. Then Stiles Stilinski sees her. One look. One smile. One heartbeat. And suddenly Lydia Martin isn't the center of his universe anymore. Amara Johnson is. Rich, powerful, beautiful, and carrying secrets older than Beacon Hills itself, Amara belongs to a supernatural race known as the Aetheri-rare beings capable of controlling the elements and moving the world with a single thought. The moment she sees Stiles Stilinski, she knows exactly who he is. Her mate. Her forever. Her person. While Scott struggles with his new life as a werewolf and Beacon Hills becomes a magnet for supernatural chaos, Amara and Stiles find themselves building something neither of them expected. A home. A family. A love powerful enough to withstand hunters, alphas, kanimas, nogitsunes, and everything else the town throws at them. The only problem? Anyone who threatens Stiles quickly learns a terrifying lesson: Amara Johnson is sweet. Until someone hurts her boy. Then all bets are off. And if anyone asks why she's always defending him? The answer is simple. She saw him first.

"Hum..." Diana hummed quietly, pulling back from Stiles a little and giggling slightly when he chased her lips again for another peck. "But tell me, Detective... Do you think next week you could get out of work a little earlier as well?" "Hum..." Stiles hummed back at her, his head already nodding in agreement even if Diana was pretty sure he hadn't even heard her at all. "Yeah, sure..." "Stiles, I'm serious." Diana laughed again, placing her hand over his face and pushing him back as Stiles whined, but finally let go of her body and took a step back from her. "Can you? At least one day? We have to keep looking for the house, baby, because as much as I love your dad, if we want to go any further into a relationship, we kind of need a house of our own, right?" "You're right." Stiles nodded then, a hand running through his hair that Diana had absentmindedly messed up while they smacked mouths inside Stiles' dad house like two horny teenagers. Diana bit her lip quietly, the sight of Stiles' messy hair and swollen lips a tempting one that drove absolutely up the walls even if she did have to hold herself back once she heard the water running from the bathroom and she was reminded her boyfriend's dad was actually just in the other room. Yet another piece of evidence Diana would be a lot happier sharing a home only with her boyfriend - and she was pretty sure Stiles would feel the same. "I'll talk to my dad, okay? But I promise we'll go house-hunting again next week. We'll find our new home soon, baby, I promise." Some of the characters aren't mine. All of the rights go to their rightful owners.

"Okay, but you can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?" Stiles argued as Diana sighed heavily with a roll of her eyes. "What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad, Stiles." She said. "Look, I'm just tired of fighting all the time. So, if we're done here and there's nothing to see... Can we please go home?" Stiles hesitated at her words, his eyes lingering on his girlfriend for a moment as he realized just how much she was still affected by the events of the last time they went up against the supernatural. And of course she would be. After all, it had been only three months since she had not only lost her brother, but also, her dad who, in spite of the many attempts Stiles and the sheriff had made to get him to break, still refused to even acknowledge Diana's existence and, as much as she tried to pretend she was fine now, Stiles knew better than that. So, of course he would have taken her home when she asked and maybe he should have listened to her and not dragged her out of their bed in the middle of the night so much, but this time... This time it was different. He felt like there was something there. He knew there was. "Can I have thirty minutes, please?" Stiles asked, his eyes set on Diana as he flinched when the girl sighed, exasperated. "I'll give you fifteen." Set in season 6 Some of the dialogue and characters aren't mind, only Diana's story line. All of the rights go to their rightful owners

"But that's not the point. Point is... We need to get to school as soon as we can." "Yeah, I've been trying for the past half an hour." Diana scoffed, pointing with one hand at the windshield in front of her before slapping her hand back on the steering wheel. "So, unless your werewolf superpowers include getting rid of traffic jam, I don't think we're gonna make it there in less than twenty minutes at least." "Doesn't your phoenix powers include that?" Liam teased as Diana rolled her eyes with a small smile. "I mean, being the first host body to hold a phoenix twice in the history of host bodies to the phoenix must come with some cool upgrades, right?" "A few." Diana smiled, proud to say that, over the past six months after their little adventure in Mexico, she had been working quite closely with Deaton to try and figure out the full extent of her powers. "Unfortunately none of them relate to traffic jams. But, since we're gonna be here a while, why don't you tell me exactly how Scott's in trouble?" Set in season 5 Some of the dialogue and characters aren't mine, only Diana's story line. All of the rights go to their rightful owners.

"My friends..." Calavera shook her head, sounding almost annoyed. "I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is?" "The part of the lunar phase when the moon is least visible in the sky." Lydia said, as Calavera nodded. "But do you know its meaning?" "Some people say it's a time of reflection..." Lydia mumbled, the next words almost missing themselves in her throat as she spoke them. "Or grief..." "Grief and loss, mija." Calavera nodded. "I wonder why, when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale." Set in season 4 Some of the dialogue and characters aren't mine, only Diana's story line. All of the rights go to their rightful owners.

"It's not a date!" Lydia protested for the fifth time as she drove herself, Diana and Allison over to the mall where she had managed to get each of them a hot date - even if she didn't want to admit that was what they were - from the lacrosse team. "It's a group thing. Like, hanging out." "Do they know it's a group thing?" Allison asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Lydia's car as Diana laughed from her place behind her. "Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there." "You were in France and didn't do any dating for four months?" Lydia asked her best friend, almost in disbelief. "Did you?" Allison rebutted. "I mean, after..." "Do not say his name." Set in season 3 Disclaimer: Most of the characters aren't mine and some of the dialogue isn't either

"Lydia?" She called, practically breaking through the door as Mr. Martin and Melissa McCall joined her inside the bedroom. "Lydia!" "What the hell was that?" Melissa asked, clearly confused as Diana just kept on scanning her eyes through every corner of the room. "Lydia?" She called again, but, once more, she got no response. Noticing the girl wasn't in there, Diana remembered Mr. Martin mentioning something about Lydia going for a bath. So crashing through the bathroom door, Diana reached for the shower curtains, only to find the bath empty with the shower still running. She frowned, desperately trying figure out what was going on until her eyes fell on Lydia's hospital gown on the toilet beside her and the window across the bathroom wide open. Sighing quietly, Diana shook her head as Melissa reached for the shower to turn it off. "You need to call the police." She said, as both adults quickly nodded their heads in agreement and left the room, leaving Diana alone as the girl reached for her cellphone. "And I need to call somebody else." Set on season 2 Disclaimer: Most of the characters aren't mine and some of the dialogue isn't either

"New year, new us..." Diana rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Lydia from her place in the passenger's seat of her best friend's car. "New you?" She almost scoffed, reaching for her bag on the backseat and shaking her head at the way Lydia extended a hand out to her, expecting her to pass her her own bag. "You're lucky I love you." Lydia winked over at Diana in a silent thank you for her bag, already far too used to the blonde's little quirks. "You are lucky I love you because you had the chance to be dating one of the lacrosse guys and you still choose not to be." She said, causing Diana to groan silently. "I don't want to date him." "You could start dressing better then, at least." "I dress fine." "I'm just saying, since this is a new school year, you could try..." "I'm not changing anything about myself." Diana interrupted Lydia before the girl could start with her long and very boring speeches about being perceived better around the school. "But you? You could maybe change your boyfriend." "Stop." Lydia rolled her eyes pushing open the car door as if to actually walk away from Diana and her own need of always listing out the number of reasons why she didn't particularly like Jackson Whittemore. "I'm not breaking up with him." Set in season 1 Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue isn't mine and most of the characters aren't either

A young witch navigates love, friendship and the supernatural after a hunt for a body in the woods. STILES STILINSKI X OC

Everything has changed. [Teen Wolf seasons 4 to 6] [Book 2 in the Jayla McCall series] -story started: January 10, 2016 ended June 17, 2017-