Happy Birthday...(Teen Wolf imagine)
Request- Can you do an imagine where the reader is a Veele (a creature that attracts the opposite gender, and not on purpose) and one day her powers are activated and all the males of the pack like get really touchy with her and want to be near her and stuff?
An:// Sorry it took so damn long, I had a lot of trouble trying to finish this
but it’s finally done. It might not be the best sorry hope you enjoy it though. :) and follow @thewritingsofbeaconhills because this couldn’t have been finished with out her help.
Today is the day. Today is my fifteenth birthday, but also the day I get my powers-if you could even call them that. My grandma and my mom both got their powers today and now it’s my turn. I come from a long line of veelas, which is a supernatural creature that attracts the opposite gender-and not on purpose. I found out that I had gotten my powers when this morning I went out to get the mail and a passing jogger, who started to flirt with me, along with getting uncomfortably close. I went inside and my mom told me everything.
Up until now, I’ve been trying to figure out how to control them because tonight the pack is having a sleepover at Lydia’s lake house.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I’m quick to pull it out and see who’s texted me. The screen displays Stiles’s name, asking me if I wanted a ride. I quickly respond with a “yes”. He tells me he has to pick up Liam on the way so he will be there in about ten minutes. I run upstairs and grab my bags double-checking I brought everything. I head downstairs and set them by the door.
Just as he said ten minutes later, a familiar blue jeep pulls into the driveway. I grab my stuff and walk outside to the car. Going to the back, I throw my things in and walk over to the passenger seat, knocking on the window. Liam gives a quizzical look as he rolls down his window. “Move Dunbar, birthday girl gets front,” I laugh as he groans and unbuckles his seat belt. Liam sticks his tongue out at me as he walks to the backseat, I quickly return the favor.
As I climb in, I am greeted with a beaming Stiles Stilinski in the driver’s seat. “Happy Birthday chica!” He shouts, throwing his hands in the air with a spastic motion.
I laugh and shake my head at his stupidity. Liam scowls at Stiles, his irritation evident. “Can you shut up? I’m trying to listen to music,” he complains.
Stiles glares in the rearview mirror, responding with, “Awe, is it your bedtime sour pup? Is that why you’re so grumpy?” My eyes flicker between the two boys arguing.
“Can we just start driving to Lydia’s? I don’t wanna be late,” I say, trying to break the tension.
Stiles shoots one last glare towards Liam before turning the car on, it’s engine rumbling to life.
As we make our way to the lake house, my mind wanders to the new powers I obtained this morning. Anxiety slowly begins to creep up on me. What am I gonna do? How can I control this? What if something happens tonight? I guess so far it’s okay-nothing strange has happened yet, besides Liam being grumpier than usual.
Breaking me out of my thoughts, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around in my seat to look at Liam.
“Hey, I-I got you something for your birthday,” Liam silently stutters. I give him a bashful smile, flattered to be thought of. He holds up a poorly wrapped, colorful present with a ribbon to tie it off. I smile at his attempt to make it look nice. He hands it to me, his hands shaking a bit.
“Thanks Liam, that’s really sweet of you,” I acknowledge, making his cheeks turn a dark pink. I attempt to hug him, resulting in getting tangled in my seat belt. Fumbling to unravel myself from the harness while trying to keep hold of the present in my hands.
An awkward silence follows before I state, “Oh, I should probably open the present now!”
I turn around, giving Liam a gauche smile while trying to get the ribbon off. As soon as the ribbon is removed, the paper falls off by itself-almost disintegrating in my hands, the wrapping being too weak to stay intact. In my hands lay a small wooden frame, inside sits a picture of Liam and I at one of his lacrosse games.
Liam had his arm around my shoulder, joyful grins across our faces. I smile at how happy we were and turn around again to see Liam.
“Do you like it?” Liam asks shyly. “This is so sweet, I love it so much! Thank you!” I squeal, his face lighting up.
“No problem,” he replies.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Stiles’ knuckles tighten on the steering wheel, his eyes set on the road with a cold stare.
‘Hey Stiles, you okay?” I ask, eyeing his clenched fists. He turns to me, his icy look softening slightly.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah I’m fine,” he says quickly. But his hands continue to grasp at the steering wheel. I give him a weird look as we pull into a familiar driveway.
When I climb out of the car to get my bag from the back, I already see Stiles grabbing it for me.
“Here,” he holds the backpack in my direction, waiting for me to grab it.
“Thanks,” I reply with gratitude laced in my voice.
“Anything for you,” he smiles, putting his arm around my shoulders. We walk up to the front door. Liam gives us a jealous look and knocks on the door. We wait and hear heels clicking against the hardwood floor. A smiling Lydia opens the door to greet us.
“Hey guys, come in,” Lydia says happily, gesturing us to come inside. We smile back at her and walk into the house.
The inside was extravagantly decorated with tiny lights and bright streamers hanging loosely by some scotch tape. In the living room, Kira and Scott sit next to each other on the couch, watching the T.V. absentmindedly. In the kitchen, Malia could be seen next to the microwave, waiting impatiently for the popcorn to cook. As soon as I walk in with the boys, Scott and Kira jump up to greet me, Malia following behind them.
They all tackle me in a bear hug, almost knocking me over. I laugh at their excitement as they all shout “Happy birthday!” in my face.
“I’LL GET THE CAKE!” Liam yells, running in the direction of the kitchen. Stiles gives him an annoyed look.
“Shut the hell up, Dunbar!” Stiles groans while placing his own backpack down on the couch. The pack gives me a confused look, wondering about Stiles’ whining. I shake my head while shrugging my shoulders.
“Well, let’s go sit down at the table,” Lydia says, breaking the awkward silence between the six of us. Lydia leads us over to a small wooden table decorated with presents and a colorful plastic cloth. Scott and Stiles go into the kitchen to help Liam with the cake, the rummaging of items sounding from the refrigerator.
“Where the hell did Lydia put that damn cake?” I hear Stiles mutter under his breath, prompting a small laugh from me.
A loud beeping echoes from the microwave, signalling that the popcorn was done. Malia jumps up at the sound, speed walking to the kitchen.
Finally, a triumphant shout comes from Scott. “Got it!”
The three boys walk out holding a big, white cake decorated with purple flowers and berries. On the top layer, painted on with frosting spells ‘Happy Birthday Y/N!” in silver, tiny colored candles surrounding it. The pack starts singing the dreaded song in high-pitched and off key voices, making me cringe and laugh in delight at the same time.
“HAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPYYYYYY BBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTTTTTHHHHHDDDAAAAAYYYYYYYY TTOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOUUUUUUUUU!” They finish and I hide my face in my arms, trying to stifle my laughter.
“Make a wish, sweetheart,” Scott says, staring at me with a soft smile touching his face. I blush at his comment, not seeing the suspicious glances Liam and Stiles are giving him.
I close my eyes, trying to decide what my wish would be. I wish that I can learn to control my powers, I think to myself.
I slowly blow out the candles with one long breath while the pack claps and cheers. The lights undim and Kira comes over taking the candles out of the cake, putting them on an extra paper plate. Malia comes over and hands me a knife so I can cut the cake, chowing down on popcorn in the process.
As I slice, my mind wanders to my wish and the past events. Ever since I got in the car with Stiles and Liam, they’ve been acting strange. Well, more strange than usual. But was it because of my powers?
Before I could contemplate anything else, a present is being thrown at my face, making me flinch. I catch it with difficulty, struggling to unwrap it.
“My present’s first!” Kira announces, a smug smirk on her face. I laugh lightly, pulling off the last of the wrapping paper. Inside lay a small, delicate chain decorated with a small silver fox. I stare at it in awe.
“It’s beautiful, Kira. Thanks,” I say with gratitude while hugging her.
The next present was from Lydia, one I immediately recognized with the hot pink wrapping paper. Revealing a nice pair of boots from the bare shoe box, I shoot Lydia a glare, imagining the price she must’ve paid for them. In return, Lydia only gives me a nonchalant shrug with a knowing smirk on her face.
Next, I receive a phone case from Malia, the moon phases shining on the cover. She takes out her own phone, displaying the same case on her’s.
“We’re matching!” I laugh as I attach my new gift on my phone, replacing the old one.
Stiles, nearly pushing Malia out of the way, shoves a bag in front of me. I tear out the colored tissue paper, and at the bottom lays a red and black flannel.
“You like it?” He asks, eyeing me with excitement.
“Love,” I correct, giving him a sincere smile. He puts his hand on my shoulder as I get handed the next present.
This one is a little heavier than the rest, I think as I unwrap for what seems like the millionth time. This present’s from Scott, whose smile was growing wider as I move the wrapping paper that was hiding the gorgeous new camera that was inside.
“Scott you shouldn’t have, this must have cost you a fortune,” I thank, wrapping him in a deep hug.
“Deaton chipped in some, so it wasn’t that much,” he explains while his cheeks turn a dark pink.
“Well, thank you very much,” I smile as I put the camera in the gift bag that I got from Stiles.
“You guys are really the best friends I could ask for. Thank you,” I continue as Lydia hugs me.
“Okay movie time!!” Lydia announces and leads us all to the living room where the opening screen to the Notebook was on. I hear the boys groan as they walk in the room, making me laugh. I sit down on a smaller sofa as Stiles and Liam plop down on either side of me. I smile at the pair as they glare at one another. Lydia hands around blankets and snacks as Malia turns on the film and Kira turns off the lights.
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About halfway I hear a loud yawn come from Stiles and see him stretch out his arms and rest one across my shoulders. I look over and give him a weird look.
Aren’t him and Malia a thing? Why is he getting so touchy-feely? Maybe he’s just being nice. I’m probably just over analyzing this.
I lean back against the couch and try to focus on the movie again. Although it’s extremely hard when I can feel the fumes coming off of Liam. I turn and look at him, his once furious face turns more sincere.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” he tries to play it off.
“Listen, I don’t have to be a werewolf to know that you are anything than fine, I can feel the anger coming off of you,” I tease, rolling my eyes at him.
“You and Stiles have been acting really strange tonight and I would like to know what’s going on,” I continue, turning towards him.
“I just don’t want him near you,” he confesses, looking angrily at Stiles.
“What? Why?” I ask confused about what he meant.
“Nevermind, let’s just watch the movie,” he says, scooting closer to me. I give him a confused look-to no effect though.
For the rest of the movie, the tension between Stiles and Liam grew more and more
until finally, it was released- and that’s when all hell broke loose.
“Dude, what the hell is your problem?!” Stiles yells at Liam, who is trembling with fury.
“Do you NOT realize that she’s way outta your league? Stay on your frickin lane, dumbass!”
“Oh, so you think she’d actually be interested in dating you?” Liam shoots back. “Did you forget about your girlfriend right across the room, or are you just stupid?”
Malia narrows her eyes at Stiles, but he’s too busy sputtering in anger to notice.
“Will the both of you please shut up?!” I intervene, silencing the two. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you guys have been acting weird all night,” I stand up, walking back to where Lydia is standing, looking wide eyed at the two boys. She hugs me as we walk to the kitchen, Malia and Kira on our tail.
“What is going on?” Kira asks as we gather around the counter. All the girls look at me expectantly.
“I don’t- wait,” I cut myself off remembering my new powers. I groan and bury my head in my arms.
“What is it?” Malia questions with a worried look on her face.
“I forgot to tell you guys,” I continue with a frustrated tone.
“Tell us what,” Lydia asks, getting a little impatient.
“Today I figured out I am a veela,” I explain while hearing their questioning murmurs. “It’s a magical creature that attracts the opposite gender-and definitely not on purpose,” I continue.
“Are you serious? We should ask Deaton if he knows how you can control it,” Lydia frantically says, reaching for her phone.
“That’s actually a really good idea,” I sigh as she clicks Deaton’s contact and a ringing sound can be heard throughout the room. A short conversation was made and Lydia quickly hangs up the phone.
“He says we need to go to the clinic as soon as possible!” She informs and we all head out to her car. I get in the passenger seat. Lydia, being in such a rush, slams the brake as soon as Malia shuts the back door. We see the boys’ questioning looks from the window as we drive away.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I struggle to pull it out. Liam’s name flashes across the screen along with a short text.
‘Where are you going?’. I reply back and shove my phone back in my pocket.
I turn up the volume on the radio blaring the music so I could drown out my thoughts. I close my eyes for what seems five minutes but was probably more like thirty minutes. We pull into the graveled parking lot and get out of the car. Fast walking to the door, we open it and slam it shut behind us.
We walk into the backroom where Deaton is hunched over a big dusty book that is laid across a surgery table. He looks up when he hears us enter the room. Staring straight at me he smiles.
“Happy birthday! Enjoy the camera?” He grins walking up to me and giving me a big hug. I smiles awkwardly and nod my head.
“Deaton, I need your help,” I inform him as he steps away.
“Yes I know,” he nods and leads us over to the table and the book. I look at the page he’s reading and see a drawing of a beautiful woman and a bunch of herbs on the next page. The top of the page is titled in large font the word Veela. I give him a questioning look as I study the page more thoroughly.
“How are you not affected?” I ask him, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Let’s just say many years of dealing with more than one of your kind,” he chuckles as he finishes mixing together.
“What is that?” Malia questions with worry in her voice.
“This concoction, much like the werewolf and the eclipse, can render the veela powerless,” Deaton responds as he pours the liquid in a glass. “Bottoms up,” he grins sliding the glass over to me.
“Does it work?” I gulp, looking at the concoction.
“Both your mother and grandmother used the same recipe, along with countless others of your kind,” He explains.
I nod and bring the cold glass to my lips. The sludge is hard to swallow and the disgusting taste of fish water and expired milk overwhelms my taste buds. I gag silently as I swallow and feel sick to my stomach.
“Am I supposed to feel like I’m going to die?” I acknowledge, moaning at the twist and turns my insides are doing.
“That’s how you know it’s working,” Deaton teases as I lay against the wall.
“Well at least it’s done and over with,” I add, laughing as I try hard not to puke. They all nod while helping me up.
“We should probably tell the boys what happened,” Lydia exclaims as they help me to the car.
“I’m going to die,” I add as we all get in the car.
“Y/n you’re not going to die,” Kira laughs at my current state.
“But I feel like I am!” I groan, grabbing my stomach.
“You’ll make it,” Malia muses as I moan loudly.
We pull back into the driveway and I slowly walk into Lydia’s house to see the boys snuggled on the couch, sniffling at the end of the notebook. Kira tries to hold back her giggles and I slowly feel myself getting better.
Malia slams the door to acknowledge that we are back. They all quickly turn off the TV and jump off the couch.
“That’s the best birthday present I could ask for,” I say gleefully as we all walk back into the living room. The boys give me an annoyed glare.
Listen Y/n, I’m really sorry for how I was acting earlier tonight, it was completely irresponsible and rude,” Liam apologizes, giving me a puppy dog look.
“Me too, I was a bit out of line,” Stiles adds.
“A bit,” Malia fumes and Stiles gives her a quick apology.
“Look I should probably tell you something,” I say, grabbing their attention as I explain my powers and the disgusting potion I drank that helps me control them.
“Oh wow,” Stiles gapes, “that’s an awesome power!”
“Yeah, not so much,” I try to convince him, but the grin on his face remains.
“If it counts for anything I liked you before tonight,” Liam whispers to me as everyone walks to the kitchen for more snacks. I blush and grab his hand, following the rest of the group.
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