What if, instead of Stiles, Scott was the one the Nogitsune possessed? Dark-fic, Graphic depiction of violence.

Still reeling from Allison's death, Lydia's just trying her best to act like everything's back to normal. The problem is, that's kinda hard to do when intense visions of a new threat lurking in Beacon Hills keep her from thinking straight. Plus, she's pretty sure the only person she wants to help her through this is too preoccupied with a werecoyote. How did her life come to this?

How do you make a monster stop feeling monstrous? You give them something they can hold in their palms without it crushing. You give them something sweet and tell them to keep it. You wipe the blood from their hands, you say their name over and over, like an absolution. You forgive them. You forgive them. You forgive them. Everyday, for as long as they need to hear it.

Picks up where the mid-season finale left us: Maura has been kidnapped, Jane is searching frantically for her best friend. Decided to write this after rewatching 5:26 and finding I couldn't wait til February to find out what happens. Rated T for now.

Lydia knows better than to trust a trickster. But when the Nogistune shows up at her bed in the middle of the night with a sickening proposal, she may have to reconsider. Especially when it meant the possibility of saving Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles offers the Nogitsune a deal.

On a boring, rainy day, Zola decides to go up to the attic to look for an adventure. When she stumbles upon a box of her Aunt Lexie's old possessions, she takes it upon herself to find out more about the aunt no one ever talks about.