Internet social media changed conversations about everyday life, trends came and went as always, new sounds have stuck for better and for worse, and the music scene has shattered the stereotype that you need to suck up to any label anymore to get people to like you. The 2010’s has been one incredible decade for music, like it or not. The past 5 years have blessed us with glorious genre defining classics and fuckery to last us a lifetime. I initially wanted to only put 20 but these records are so great that I had to expand the list to include them all! Strap yourselves in for the biggest list that I’ve EVER done on this site.
30. Passion Pit — Gossamer
Warm, exhilarating, and much more refined than their previous effort, Michael Angelakos’ vocals soar and float over well with the bright production on songs like “Take a Walk” and the songwriting feels more humane and developed than ever before. Angelakos could make a song about alcoholism and abuse sound like the most inviting and twisted thing in the world in their universe (“Constant Conversations”) and the soulful feel of the album brings consistency that carries it through from start to finish.
29. Blu & Exile — Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them
It’s clear that MC Blu shines best with producer Exile, and many didn’t think their stellar debut could be topped, much less even followed up. After the ATROCIOUS sounding unmixed version of the album hit the internet, the properly mixed and mastered version of the record showed a more mature sound to their chemistry that had never been shown before. While “Below the Heavens” will be this duos opus, with songs like “Maybe One Day”, “Good Morning Neighbor”, “Seasons”, and “Ease Your Mind” show this album can stand on its own without question.
28. Bon Iver — Bon Iver, Bon Iver
While some will criticize this album for bringing so many different sounds to the point of the group being unrecognizable from their debut, the added flavor of strings and horns bring this group to life like never before. From the moment you hear the tender “Holocene” you feel the rebirth of indie rock in a modern era and “Towers” shows they’ve transformed into a quiet monster that the world is STILL highly anticipating a followup release from ever since.
27. Daft Punk — Random Access Memories
I think it’s more appropriated to call this legendary duo Frankenstein the way they’ve revived disco with RAM. Rich, authentic, groovy, and in a class of its own, “Get Lucky”, “Lose Yourself to Dance”, and “Give Life Back to Music”, will have you dance the night away for decades to come. Daft Punk are the most timeless electronic musicians ever alongside Giorgio Moroder (whom is paid homage to with “Giorgio by Moroder), and them being able to bring back a sound that has long been forgotten without sacrificing to any trend is a remarkable feat in itself. Oh and that whole Album of the Year Grammy they got for this album was cool too.
26. D’Angelo – Black Messiah
Biased fanboy I am, but I’ll be damned if the impact of this album isn’t felt already. After personal complications and false starts for nearly 15 years, D’Angelo returns out of nowhere with an album that every bit as soulful, profound and exhilarating asVoodoo and Brown Sugar.Blending more genres than ever before, D'Angelo brings his neo-soul vibes (“Sugah Daddy”), gospel (“Prayer”), blues (“Another Life”) funk (“Ain’t That Easy”) to express his thoughts on religion, politics (“1000 Deaths), morality, love, sexuality, and even his own life (“Back to the Future I & II”) through the course of the 12 track masterpiece. An album that can speak to many, D'Angelo sure took his sweet ass time to show he can bring something fresh to the ears of the listen without having to conform to anyone.
25. Freddie Gibbs & Madlib – Piñata
A collaboration that NO ONE saw coming ends up being one of the most exciting rap has seen in years. The Beat Konducta brings some of his best beats to Freddie Gibbs on top of his game. Recorded for over 3 years, tracks like “Thuggin”, “Shame”, and “Real” feel like the blaxploitation era on wax, and only made stronger now by how diverse a rapper Gibbs is. Madlib’s beat have as much character as Gibbs’ rapping, from the elegant “Robes” to the painful “Broken”, the knocking diss track “Real” and posse cut “Pinata”, these two never cease to impress track for track on this album. One can only hope that these two come together again or let their legacy be untouched like Madvillainy.
24. Lorde — Pure Heroine
Who would’ve guessed that a then 17 year old from New Zealand would be the most exciting pop act of the past 5 years? Blending her eclectic choices of production with her razor sharp observational songwriting, Lorde gives a realistic take on the mind of a teenager (“Royals”) with her reflecting on her explosion that feels solemn, dark and ultimately human (“Tennis Court”). Much more than a collection of radio smashes slapped together to move units, this deconstructed pop album feels unique and gloomy to the core and Lorde hooks you in with every word she breathlessly sings.
23. A$AP Rocky – Long.Live.A$AP
I already know I’m getting some SERIOUS flack for choosing this over the excellent mixtape “Live.Love.A$AP” from you guys. Thing is to me, while there were certainly great (if not greater at times) highlights of that mixtape, the worst moments of that tape are much more apparent and certain features drag down entire songs as a whole. Flacko’s debut album has strong highlights one after another, with better production (Hit-Boy, ASAP Ty Beats, Clams Casino, Danger Mouse, Noah “40” Shebib, T-Minus, Skrillex, and better features (Schoolboy Q, Santigold, Kendrick Lamar, 2 Chainz, Drake, Big K.R.I.T., Danny Brown, Joey Bada$$, A$AP Ferg and Florence Welch) that support the record as a whole. While that certainly seems like a LOT of features, know that most songs are strictly Rocky, and that he is more than capable of carrying the best moments all on his own as well; “Long.Live.A$AP”, “Goldie”, “LVL” and “Wild for the Night” show that he can make a great song without other vocalists stealing the thunder. And even then, they never overshadow him completely except for a few (“Fuckin’ Problems” getting dismantled by Drake, 1 Train getting eating by Krizzle). New and returning faces from his mixtape come through to bring one hell of a highlight reel of guests that bring one of the most entertaining albums in hip hop as of late.
22. Flying Lotus – You’re Dead!
The shortest record to date by one of the most acclaimed musicians of the past decade comes with all the strengths of previous releases like “Cosmogramma” and “Los Angeles” into a cohesive package about one of the most mysterious aspects of life: its end. Enlisting Kendrick Lamar for the mindblowing “Never Catch Me”, along with Tesla”, “Cold Dead”, and “Turkey Dog Coma” come and go in the blink of an eye, but hold the albums statement on the reflection on death, and the uncertainty of when it will be your time. But rest assured, Flylo did his best to make something so depressing at the roots something beautiful to hear.
21. James Blake - Overgrown
I may be in the minority, but I truly love the more accessible, bearing, more quaint approach in Overgrown than I did with Blake’s debut. Blake became a more fully realized vocal performer with tracks like “Life Round Here” and “Retrograde” than he did previously, and fit the production to compliment his vocal styles perfectly. Every synth, every note, every harmony clicked for him while also retaining his signature sound. As his profile raises, so too does his ability to leave you struck in awe.
20. M83 — Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming
An ethereal experience from beginning to end, this is not only the strongest M83 album to date, but one of electronic music’s best in quite some years as well. Synthpop, dream pop, new wave, shoegazing, indie rock are all blended into one incredible experience front to back, and while “Wait” and “Reunion” are monsters in their own right, it’s “Midnight City” that is a colossal monster in which the likes the world has never heard before or since. Though it’s known this album was made more commercially friendly than previous releases from the group, sometimes running for success doesn’t need to mean you sacrifice what makes you great.
19. Queens of the Stone Age — Like Clockwork
In what is perhaps theirs strongest album since “Songs for the Deaf”, Queens of the Stone Age bring their most mellow, bleak, restrained music yet. Bringing along a hit list of contributors (Alex Turner, Elton John, Dave Grohl) as typical QOTSA albums do, Josh Homme and company do their first number one album justice with excellent songs like “I Sat By the Ocean”, “My God is the Sun”, Fairweather Friends” and bring a focused sound that the group has never had before.
18. Pusha T — My Name is My Name
Considered a companion piece to the abrasive “Yeezus”, MNIMN is the debut 3 years in the making of the former Clipse member that delivers in spades. Primarily produced by Kanye West, Pusha brings forth some the sharpest, unapologetic lyricism on grace a mainstream hip hop album with some aggressive and unorthodox production to match. (“King Push”, “Numbers on the Boards)” Ranging from Ye, to regular collaborator Pharrell (the Clipse throwback “Suicide”), Hudson Mohawke, and Swizz Beatz (“Sweet Serenade) with an all star cast like Rick Ross (“Hold On”) Kendrick Lamar (“Nosetalgia”), The-Dream (“40 Acres”) and more. King Push makes an album not for the faint of heart, or noses and holds absolutely no punches.
17. Arctic Monkeys — AM
Sounding like a love letter to psychedelic rock and West Coast hip hop, the British band manages to craft their most engrossing album yet with a collection of songs that holds your attention and never falters. “Do I Wanna Know” might be one of the strongest rock songs of the past 5 years, and “Arabella” feels like a Dr. Dre song getting flipped with an indie twist the way Alex Turner floats over the instrumental. Songs like “Snap Out of It”, “Why Do You Only Call Me When You’re High?” and “R U Mine” highlight their influences without being too indulgent and pretentious and show that a complete makeover isn’t always a bad thing. This might be the first album to declare being a lone riding space ranger without you immediately bursting into laughter.
16. Drake – Nothing Was the Same
It’s easy to want to put “Take Care” in place of this album. Believe me, I’ll probably wish that I did by the time I finish this, and I’d think the same of me putting Take Care in place of NWTS had I done so. But as it stands right now, this is the strongest release from the biggest new rap artist of the decade at the moment. Very much so a victory lap in feel (“Tuscan Leather” sets that stage perfectly with no singing at all”) it’s also the album that shows Drake truly becoming whole within the hip hop spectrum as one of its biggest voices. As if that weren’t enough, he brings together aspects of his life that were relatively untouched in beautiful songs like “From Time” or “Too Much” rather than sing about an ex he drunk dials. Though he can easily provide the solemn feels he’s known for (“Connect”, “Own It”, “Come Thru”), he sounds more ready to attack the world with his status as it currently stands than ever (“The Language”, “Worst Behavior”) and bring together an album that showcases the best of Drake the artist but also reveal Aubrey Graham, the human being.
15. Run the Jewels — Run The Jewels 2
The first 5 seconds of this record is Killer Mike saying “I’M FINNA BANG THIS BITCH THE FUCK OUT!”. The 38 minutes that follow is him fulfilling that promise. While their first album together was an excellent piece, the two coming together more fully have given us one of the deadliest pairings in rap in recent years. More structured, deeper chemistry, more layered production and strong features make this record a danger to anyone who thought they were being abrasive on an album before, showcasing police brutality (“Early”), critiquing those in power to the harshest extend and teabagging pirhannas (“Close Your Eyes and Count to Fuck”, “Lie Cheat Steal”), declaring fuckboy jihads (“Oh My Darling Don’t Cry”), and finding hope in a former drug addict (“Crown”). El-P and Killer Mike effectively raised the bar on hip hop joint albums and didn’t even charge you a dime for it. Don’t cry now.
14. Big Boi — Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty
Probably the most underrated hip hop artist of all time, it’s easy to be overlooked when your partner is Andre 3000. But to not be acknowledged by your own peers has to be worse, especially when you make music that is just as great as him, and provide a solo debut album that is as strong as this. Recorded for over 3 years before finally being dropped on Def Jam, Big Boi brings forth the best guests, production and his own effort to the table and doesn’t cease to disappoint. Ignoring every trend in that time period, he brings out the best of every artist with him, such as Gucci Mane on “Shine Blockas”, Yelawolf on the bonkers Andre 3000 produced “You Ain’t No DJ”, Jamie Foxx on the sensually Lil Jon produced “Hustle Blood”, and packs enough punch in songs like “General Patton”, Shutterbugg”, and “Daddy Fat Sax” to prove that he is doing more than fine with 3 Stacks in the picture. In fact, he shows that if THIS is the kind of output Big Boi is releasing, it’s showing that Andre’s own proper solo debut has quite a lot to live up to.
13. The Weeknd — Trilogy
It’s impossible to pick one of Abel Tesfaye’s mixtapes as his definitive work, so I’ll let the remastered compilation make it easier on you all. Unique and breathtaking from the moment go, The Weeknd’s sex crazed drug frenzy of a trilogy of mixtapes (“House of Ballons”, “Thursday”, Echoes of Silence”) is hypnotic, vulgar, sensual, and beautifully well crafted. Whether it’s the sex you need (“What You Need”), the feelings you crave (“The Zone”, featuring mentor Drake), the wild life he lives (“The Party & The After Party”), the love letter to his fans that he won’t change in the spotlight (“Rolling Stone”), what it takes to be in the crew (“Initiation”) or a badass Michael Jackson cover, (“D.D.”), Abel has you covered.
12. Janelle Monaè — The ArchAndroid
One of the most impressive, eclectic, powerful and ingenious of our time, her debut studio album is one of the most brilliant concept records in recent memory that ties together R&B, soul, funk, progressive rock, and hip hop in ways never attempted, usually in the same song, and beautifully orchestrates them with little effort. The two incredible lead singles “Cold War” transitioning into “Tightrope” has to be one of the most magical musical moments of the past half decade and the energy of the album is as tight as its ideas of the future it presents itself in. Big Boi has discovered the bravest new voice of the Dungeon Family, and it seems she may surpass most any recording artist alive today if given the chance.
11. Big K.R.I.T. — Return of 4Eva
Perhaps the best hip hop record from the South this decade so far, Big K.R.I.T. delivers an incredibly cohesive package at the cost of $free.99 that easily beats some of the hip hop records available at retail upon their release. Whether it’s love letters to your car (“Rotation”, “My Sub”), his dreams of being a rap star (“Dreamin’”, “American Rapstar”), bass knocking, breezy Southern trunk knockers (“Get Right”), the blues and troubles of growing up poor (“King’s Blues”, “Free My Soul”), or prayers to God (“The Vent”), Krizzle is without a doubt the most underappreciated artist of his time, and projects like these are testaments that the young Mississippi king will be remembered in due time.
10. DJ Koze – Amygdala
Having literally no knowledge of the music that would come out of this album, I was completely caught off guard with this one. Grossly hypnotic, immersive, and very melodic, this German DJ/producer is in a world of his own the moment you listen this album. “Nices Wolkchen”, “Magical Boy”, may “Das Wort” may take patience to show their beauty underneath, while tracks like “Homesick” and “La Duquesa” show their extravagance early on. Richly layered and beautifully orchestrated, this unconventional electronic release will most likely remain a diamond in the rough that the electronic world will be silently catching up to decades from now.
9. Beyoncé – Beyoncé
Who in the industry could really do what Beyonce did on the scale she did it on and have it work? And THEN have the music she just threw out of literally NOWHERE have it be incredible start to finish? Bey earns her crown here in aces with what is perhaps one of the most explicit, darkest, and most mature pop albums in history, much less the best of her career. Beyonce brought together an audio and visual feast and the world could only lap at her feet at her prideful feminism. Featured writers (Sia, Boots, Miguel, The-Dream) bring a clearer vision to her words, guests (Jay-Z, Frank Ocean, Nicki Minaj) pack a punch and bring traits that help the record vary itself, and producers (Boots, Timbaland, JT, 40, Pharrell) show that Bey is still ahead of the curve with choosing her desired sound. By showcasing her love for family and her impact on popular culture, this is the pop record that will be the template to judge others for years to come.
8. Tame Impala – Lonerism
Aussie psychedelic rock outfit returned with the follow to their stellar 2010 debut “Innerspeaker” with perhaps a psych-rock opus in “Lonerism”. Stronger lyricism and more layered production such as on tracks like “Mind Mischief” and “Why Won’t They Talk to Me” showcase the band’s nostalgic feel without being overblown and pretentious. Provocative and engaging throughout, the punchier feel to the album carries your attention from the wistful “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards”, the spaced out “Endors Toi” to the slow burning “Apocalypse Dreams”, Kevin Parker and company have crafted a new age triumph.
7. Chance the Rapper — Acid Rap
Unique and crafty in every possible way, this Chicago youth has brought forth the most engaging Chicago hip hop debut since his idol released his a decade ago. This guy has had sets at major festivals around the world, and the closest thing he has to record sales are from illegal means from bootleggers. Though I admittedly couldn’t get into his voice for many songs, his great lyrics made me give it a shot and I’m glad I did. Hilarious (“NaNa”), emotional (“Everybody’s Something”, “Paranoia”, Acid Rain”), and all around fun as hell (“Juice”) with a fluid flow to match his insane technical ability (“Favorite Song”), I see nothing but promise from Chance in the near future.
6. Disclosure – Settle
Guy and Howard Lawrence might be soon responsible for ushering in the second British invasion, as this album may be the best electronic album in at least 10 years that showcases the talents of every guest singer to the best of their abilities. Though the mega smash “Latch” featuring breakout star Sam Smith is deceptively radio friendly, the rest of “Settle” only serves to highlight how weak that song is in comparison to the rest of the project. AlunaGeorge (“White Noise”), Jamie Woon (“January”), Eliza Doolittle (“You and Me”) and Jessie Ware (“Confess to Me”) all bring forth a brilliant formula and sound the likes of which no electronic album dares attempting.
5. Frank Ocean — Channel Orange
This could really be the only thing Frank Ocean ever releases in his career, and it’d be fine with me. Crafting an R&B right out of the gate wasn’t his intention, but “Pyramids” and “Thinkin’ Bout You” were Internet darlings even before the album’s release that were loved the world over. From “Sweet Life” to “Sierra Leone”, Frank shows his songwriting prowess and singing ability is of another world, and the guest that appear (Earl on “Super Rich Kids”, Andre 3000 on “Pink Matter”, Tyler on “Golden Girl”) all come into Frank’s world and make complete perfection along with him. The fact that a track like “Forrest Gump” is the way we find out one shocking secret about him that no one saw coming makes this album legendary beyond words.
4. Nas — Life is Good
20 years into the game, and my personal favorite rapper shows no signs of slowing down; in fact, he seems to be on top of his game more than most MC’s these days. Executive produced by No I.D., Nas showcases him at his lyrical best as reflects on his life and legacy, as well as give an actual engaging piece on a 40 year old in the rap game. Purists and new fans alike can find something to love about this album, from the dusty boom bap of “Loco-Motive”, the vicious “Accident Murderer”, the beautifully written “Daughter” about his shortcomings as a father, the ill-fated and incredibly well used feature of Amy Winehouse on “Cherry Wine”, the Queensbridge tribute “Back When” and the beautiful nostalgia of “Stay”, Nas may have finally proven that Illmatic is only part of the legacy of the man’s career, and that he still has more of a story to tell. And it’s reassuring to see an artist that didn’t have to sell 60 million records still revered still be relevant and loved by millions for simply being himself.
3. Vampire Weekend — Modern Vampires of the City
Still as quirky as ever, this ever evolving band released an album that is leaps and bounds ahead of anything they’ve released. From the Souls of Mischief referencing in “Step”, to the frantic “Diane Young” to the uneasy submission of religion in “Unbelievers” in their most straightforward, thought-provoking, and cohesive album to date. Evolved and mature in production and songwriting while still containing their obscure and well constructed lyrics, it seems as if hip hop head Erza Koenig and his band can do no wrong on this Grammy winning stunner of an indie rock album.
2. Kendrick Lamar — good kid, m.A.A.d city
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth has gone from underground darling to one of rap’s greatest voices in such a short time. Making songs that are accessible to mainstream ears with enough depth for hardcore fans to sink their teeth into, The Artist Formerly Known as K. Dot has found a way to strike a balance with authenticity and challenging music no one had heard in quite a long time . Dr. Dre’s latest protégé doing ridiculous boasting like “Backseat Freestyle” is not only a chance to flex his skill, but also blends beautifully into a story of loss, identity, loss, and hope within a corrupt society. Turning the tribulations of street violence (“m.a.a.d. City”) and desire (“Money Trees”) into platforms to express his desire to do better (“The Art of Peer Pressure”), Kendrick Lamar manages to stay grounded in reality and express conscious thoughts without becoming condescending to his audience. The story kicks into full gear the first few seconds into the album with “Sherane aka Master Splinter’s Daughter” and brings some of the biggest rappers and producers in rap at the moment (Hit-Boy, Pharrell, Drake, Jay Rock, Just Blaze) to create the Illmatic of the 2010’s.
1. Kanye West — My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
This might be the most predictable pick for the top of this list, I must admit. I could tell you about the man had basically been kicked to the curb by the media an entire year for every aspect of his public and private life and returned with a booming force of an album. I could tell you about the high acclaim this received across the world over. I could tell you about the amazing verses guests like Nicki Minaj and Rick Ross bring on fantastic tracks like “Monster” and “Devil in a New Dress” respectively. I could tell you about the outstanding production on songs like “So Appalled”,” POWER”, “Blame Game”, and “Runaway”. Covering themes of excess and celebrity, Kanye West makes an album larger than life while also making the man behind the ego come to life unlike any record he’s released. It doesn’t hurt he discusses consumerism, race, and the American Dream; almost typical of a Kanye album, but know that him mentioning the deeper thoughts of MLK and Malcolm will have an album with Fergie singing about snorting lines of cocaine and marrying a porn star (ayeeee!) so it’s earned it’s “twisted” in the name. The superstar list of contributions is endless (Jay-Z, Nicki, Pusha T, Raekwon, Bon Iver, No I.D., RZA, Kid Cudi, John Legend, Chris Rock, Mike Dean, etc.) and all comes together so fluidly to create the album that the decade will truly be known for ushering in during the beginning. As predictable a pick as this is for my top spot, it’s the only that will truly be right in the end.
Christian Pure Spy was a fan character created by Korean artist mit-332, depicting a Spy wearing all white, no tie. The concept behind CPS was what would happen - if I read it correctly - if the RED Spy that follows KelThuzedMadness/Kekas Van Normundy’s Christian Brutal Sniper around would die and be resurrected from the dead.
Interestingly enough, Christian Pure Spy being implied to be the RED Spy is something often left out in fan interpretations in this pristine white Spy. Further interpretations from roleplayers as well as many artists have also lead to the “Christian” within Christian Pure Spy to be interpreted in a religious context, despite how mit-332 stays faithful to how the Christian aspect of Christian Brutal Sniper was never really meant to be religiously tied in.
Aside from being created in mind as a close friend, love interest or shiptease, the appeal for Christian Pure Spy - especially put next to Christian Brutal Sniper and considering his Origins backstory - was that CPS was the antithesis to CBS: pacifist, peaceful, and positive. And for a guy like that to hang around a crazy cannibalism-implied psychopath like Christian Brutal Sniper - that was the biggest appeal. It was Heaven and Hell, it was an Angel and a Demon, it was Day and Night, it was Water and Blood. This was easy to get mixed in with the religious interpretations of CPS from artists and roleplayers.
This is why very often, Christian Pure Spy was seen with Christian Brutal Sniper - not too often was he seen as a rival, but there were quite a few that liked to interpret Christian Pure Spy as a rival instead because of just how different he is. This came around when Pybun released a Christian Pure Spy skin for BLU Spy for TF2 a good while back and somebody got their hands on it and hexed it, and the Freak Fortress fans started raising protests against CBS having a love interest, arguing CBS’ character was far too heartless and careless about humanity to deal or get the attention of somebody like CPS.
There was also some controversy about the religious interpretations of CPS interfering with how we were never supposed to figure out whether or not the “Christian” in Christian Brutal Sniper was religious or not (it was implied he was but no explanation was ever given up until Origins, in which one could say Brutal Sniper is Christian because of his resurrection). This, combined with such a peaceful, pacifist personality as well as him being “sidekick material”, might be why CPS never really broke through into the Freak Fortress world when Gentlespy and RED Spy were already there.
Christian Pure Spy not breaking through into the GMod/Freak Fortress scene was not something that deterred any of the artists who really liked him, however. Fanart continued being made from drawing artists, Gmodders, and even the Source Filmmaker folks jumping in on the fun. Fanfic and roleplays continued onwards, and it even got to a point where there was cosplay of Christian Pure Spy!
Eventually, this religious interpretation was enough to have Christian Pure Spy debut in a Gmod Freak Fortress series, known as DW vs TK vs CBS. A collab by Lemurfot (famous for their freak, Team Killer, as well as their slasher horror-movie grunge stop motion storytelling) and witchyAZ09, the series takes Christian Brutal Sniper and Christian Pure Spy, partners them up with the antitheses in mind (leading to implications of head-clashing going on behind the scenes) and re-imagines the original concepts for the sake of their story: CBS is a maniacal, unsympathetic strong murderer who loves the heat of battle and is not afraid to challenge somebody who is supposed to be Satan’s daughter, while CPS is depicted as a stoic but pacifist priest with some interesting powers of his own, Lord-given to him in case he has to resort to violence, that he’s able to SUPPRESS the rage of Satan’s daughter at one point with the power of Christ.
To sum it up, I’d say that at this point, the popular interpretation of Christian Pure Spy that a lot of people like to use might not be entirely mit-332’s original concept of a pure white lover who was resurrected the same way as somebody who was a dear friend. Hell, not everybody’s interpretation of CPS is the same as this dude’s interpretation of CPS, or this chick’s interpretation of CPS. Even his clothes change every now and then: is it just a white shirt? A white tie too? Is it a white cassock with or without a gold cross? How about the full-on priest cassock? Hard to say, it seems to differ from artist to artist.
However, there’s a couple of things that remain the same for the interpretations: that pristine white coat and that sweet, doting personality so very contrasting to the insanity and bloodthirst of Christian Brutal Sniper’s. And whether it be as a friend, a lover, a partner, a friend, a rival or an enemy - and whether or not we figure out why on Earth CBS in the first place is Christian and whether or not CPS should actually be Christian either - that’s a lot of Christian Pure Spy’s appeal in contrast to Christian Brutal Sniper’s:
Summary: After finding out you are a mix of a siren and an angel. You must go out about life as best you can. Though, things get harder when it comes to your boys. Well, the pull towards them, anyways. Enjoy!
I sat with Isaac for a few hours, making sure he was okay and lowkey protecting him from Derek. I know Derek has a good heart but he almost killed Isaac to get information about Boyd and Erica. I made sure that Scott was talking Isaac home. To his house, and not to Derek’s. I wave Isaac goodbye after our relatively close interaction. The moment they speed off, I can’t help but sigh in relief. There was something rather odd, almost intense, about having an anchor. For some reason though, I felt like I was suffocating. Before, when I was with Isaac, I felt whole-fantastic even. But being around him now, for too long, it was driving me stir crazy.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s my siren side acting up or something.. And then, all of my questions in my head were answered in under a few seconds. The mere roar of an engine made it all click in my head. Stiles’ car engine, to be in exact. He rolled up in Roscoe, giving me his signature smirk. The smile I’ve always loved. “Hey, have you seen an angel around here?” I snort at his lame joke before hoping in his car. “Shut up. Where to?” He grins again. “Anywhere. I haven’t hung out with you in a while, so I thought we could hang. Just the two of us.” I swear my heart fluttered at the thought. I hadn’t hung out with Stiles in quite a long time. I was excited to be with just him. We went over to the public mall, which was odd, considering Stiles wasn’t a fan of shopping.
But the moment we got there, he acted like an excited puppy, grabbing my hand as he pulled me around the mall. We tried on hilarious clothes and laughed until till our stomachs hurt. After eating, something caught my eye. A photo booth, to be exact. I grinned from ear to ear, grabbing Stiles’ hand before yanking him towards the machine. He grunted at the action, laughing at my giddiness. He knew I loved these things. Stiles sat down, smiling at me as I put the money in. “Alright, get ready!!” I say, giggling. First we did a James Bond 007 photo, back to back with semi-serious faces that only ended in us laughing. We made another silly facial expression, giggling. The picture went again when Stiles was laughing into the crook of my neck. His breath brought shivers down my spine. An action, that he was too good at doing. “Oh, shit!! I think we missed that one! Last one! Better make it count!!” I say, happily. I rest my hand under my chin, posing.
For the last photo, I couldn’t help but watch (Y/n) with loving eyes. When she smiled, there was a twinkle, a glint of genuine happiness in her eyes. It was a smile I’ve seen a thousand times, but in this moment, I was seeing her in a completely different light. I don’t know how I haven’t seen her this way before. She was beautiful, ungodly breathtaking. The way the light hit her hair and face made my heart leap. (Y/n) looked like an angel. My eyes raked up and down her face, trying to remember every crook and crease, fearing that that much perfection would slip away from me at any moment. When she glanced back at me, my heart stopped. “What?” (Y/n) asks, her voice soft and smooth, very enticing. What the hell was going on with me? When I spoke, I spewed out words, not even the slightest filter.
“I never realized how beautiful you are.” She was speechless, as am I. I didn’t usually say stuff like that but I was overcome. I continued, muttering softly. “I didn’t miss your concert.” Brows furrowed as she asks. “What?” I continue, quietly. “I was there, at your concert. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. (Y/n), no matter how mad I could be, I’d never miss your piano concerts. You were amazing. I’m so sorry I ignored you for so long. I was being so childish and I’m really sorry I hurt you.” I meant every word I said. And I felt better, relieved from this guilty weight. She pulled me in a tight embrace, a simple action that made my heart beat pick up, drastically. “It’s okay, Stiles. We’re okay now.” I notice a slight crack in her voice, making me ponder to myself.
After we left the photo booth, a strong part of me wanted to hold her hand, to hug her and keep her close to me and never let her go. I don’t know why, but I do. We head back to my house, I order pizza on the way. As I close the front door, (Y/n) runs up the stairs. “I’m gonna change! Get Star Wars ready!!” I snicker, popping in the movie. However, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my heart was in my throat, hands perspiring profusely. What the hell? Am I sick or something? I felt my head, ignoring the odd sensation that fluttered in my stomach. I poured our drinks, taking a swig of my own before paying for the pizza. When I walked into the living room, (Y/n) was chilling out on the couch, legs bare, only covered by a pair of short shorts.
I groan, an immediate response. What the fuck Stiles? I set the pizza on the table with shaky hands, putting the blanket from the couch over our bodies. After a few Star Wars movies, I had to pause it to settle an argument. We were going back and forth, our voices growing louder and louder by the second. We decide, while argueing to stand up and grab our refills. “I’m telling you, it would have been better if he’d just died!” I yelled back, completely frustrated.
(Y/n) scoffed, walking back to the couch, her hips moving from side to side. My eyes uncontrollably eyed them as she spoke. “No! If he had died, everything would have changed!!” She turns to say to me. But as she does, her foot gets caught on the carpet. Automatically, I leap forward to catch her, using my lacrosse skills, and in doing so, I flipped her so that she landed on me instead. We made a simultaneous ‘oomph’ sound, both laughing. “I swear, you are such a klutz.” I mutter as she sits up, slightly. “Haha, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I nodded, my right elbow prompted up while the other hand brushes a stray hair out of her face. We stay like this for a few seconds, completely silent. That was, until (Y/n) spoke. “So, do I win the argument?” I pucker my lips, rolling my eyes before I sighed in defeat.
“I guess it would be better if he was alive.” She yells in victory, pumping her hands in the air, her waist and stomach completely open and vulnerable. I smirk wickedly before striking. I tickled her stomach. She yelps in surprise before giggling loudly. A sound I adored. Our laughter’s filled my living room as I pinned her down, blowing down on her stomach and then her neck. It made a loud fart noise that made both of us laugh even harder. I pull away from her, stilling laughing until I notice the closeness of our face. Our smiles soon fade and our giggles die down. Our position on the floor was- awkward, to say the least. My legs were in between hers, my pelvis resting on hers while my right hand hovered over her waist. My left elbow kept me propped up, inches from her beautiful face.
What the fuck was happening to me? (Y/n)’s my best friend? Why am I having these thoughts? I feel myself wanting to move closer to her. I brush a piece of hair out of her face, smiling. She grins back at me. I know I am in complete control. But I want to move closer, so I do. All of a sudden, my phone buzzes, bringing me back to reality while giving me a heart attack. I reluctantly pull myself off the floor, falling on my face once or twice as I grab my phone. “Stiles, I need you and (Y/n) to come to Derek’s. I’ll explain more later. Where’s (Y/n)?” I didn’t realize it until now but my face was tomato red, completely flustered. “Uhh- yeah. (Y/n)’s with me. Be there soon.” I manage to spew out before hanging up the phone, abruptly. When I turn around, (Y/n)’s picking up the dishes. “What do ya suppose they need us for?” Her voice coming out a little more uneven than usual.
I shake my head, trying to lighten the mood as much as humanly possible. “They need my smart’s and your bad-ass skills, of course.” She grins before running upstairs to change. When she’s done, I give her my hand to take. “You ready, angel?” (Y/n) smirks, taking it before we jump in Roscoe. That was definately not normal. I wanted to be closer to (Y/n). But why? Slowly but surely, for a year or two, I’ve been feeling different about her. I just couldn’t comprehend as to why. When we arrive, I stay close to (Y/n), almost never leaving her side. When we first walk in, I noticed Isaac growl lowly, eyeing us suspiciously. He was mad, jealous. And, for some reason, I was happy that he was mad. After a minute, I noticed he got even more angry. And then I hit me, (Y/n) was covered in my odor. Solely based off of Isaac’s reactions, she was doused in my stench, my musk.
It made me smirk at the sight of Isaac being so enraged. He was practically fuming with jealously. I almost want to smile, but instead, I smirk. Which fuels the fire even more. (Y/n) talks to Scott, not noticing or completely ignoring Isaac and I’s non-verbal war. Isaac and I rarely took our gazes off one another, cautious of what the other might do. I didn’t- wouldn’t let Isaac take my- my best friend away from me. I continued to glare him down as we talked about a plan to break into the vault.
I stood up tall, talking with Scott and Derek about a plan. Stiles and Isaac joins occasionally, speaking of Stiles.. hOlY sHiT!! The things he does to me. There were so many times he could’ve kissed me but didn’t. Which confuses me to no end? Not to mention the weird duel going on right now. The boys, Isaac and Stiles, to be exact, were practically growling at one another. As if they were in a nonverbal fight. I tried to ignore it, focusing on Scott’s voice. “So, Boyd, Erica and someone else are trapped in the bank. We can sneak in through the tunnels but-” Stiles shook his head, sighing. “there’s a five foot thick wall between you and the vault you need to get into.” Derek stood up from the chair he just occupied. “I can do it.” Peter’s voice called from up the stairs, sitting down on a step.
“This is a suicide mission.” Stiles agreed with him. “You mean you’re gonna punch through the wall because you’re a big bad wolf?!” He asked Derek, practically seething. To which Derek shrugged and responded with. “Yes.” Stiles lifted up his hand to indicate the distance before leaving it mid-air, tauntingly. Oh, no.. “Alright, you think you can punch through that?! C’mon! Show us then, if you’re so tough-” But before he could finish, Derek punched his hand, earning a yelp from Stiles. Almost immediately I get in front to protect him, helping him up and off the floor. Derek and Isaac snickered not so quietly to themselves. But the second I glare at them, they shut up immediately, obviously scared of me and what I could do to them.
I keep my hands on Stiles, rubbing his arm soothingly. I could have sworn I heard a low growl come from over my shoulder. But I didn’t need to be a psychic to guess that it was Isaac. I ignore it, sighing. “When are we going?” Derek scoffed, taking a step toward me. Using his height against me as a motivation of dominance, a threat. But I do not give in. “We? You’re not coming with us.” I stand up, leaving Stiles to hold only one of my hands. “Try and stop me.” He rolls his eyes like a drama queen. Scott bites his lip, glancing between the two of us with uneasy eyes. But before he could muster an sort of an excuse on why I couldn’t come, I continue, voice solid, strong. “You’re gonna need all the help that you can get. I’m coming.” Scott sighed in defeat.
“Fine. What’s the plan?” Though he aloud me to come along, I knew, being his non-biological sister and all, that, he didn’t- couldn’t lose me. I was there for everything he did. Scott couldn’t live without me and I couldn’t live without him. That’s just the way it was. The closeness between us was practically written in blood and carved in stone. We continued discussing before we got ready to go. But as I grabbed my jacket, slipping the fabric through each of my arms, Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me into another room off of Derek’s kitchen. I noticed that his hazel eyes were not directed towards me. Instead, however, they were directed towards Isaac, almost with a glare. But the second he spoke, his gaze shifted to me, much softer than prior. “You don’t have to do this.”
I nod, somewhat confused. “Who says I don’t want to?” Stiles sighed in defeat, running calloused fingers through his hair. He knew me like the back of his hand. Once I put my mind to something, there was no way going around it. “I just- I just don’t want to lose you.” My heart ached at his honesty. We teach boys that they cannot express emotions and feelings. And, not that Stiles was taught that way, that’s the way he thought. So when he said that, I couldn’t help but feel for him. I put my hand up to the side of his face, rubbing my thumb against his chin so that he looks directly at me. I take my other hand and rest it on the other side of his cheek. I look at him with sincere eyes, speaking with meaning.
“Stiles, listen to me closely. I’m gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere. You’ve lost too much already. And you’re not gonna lose me. I promise.” A single tear fell down his face as he wiped it away. “I also have this theory. I didn’t tell Scott about it yet but-” I pauses, hesitant before continuing. “I think you’re my angel anchor..” His eyes go wide in shock. Stiles pulls away from me, brows furrowed as he ponders to himself. Almost immediately, I miss his warm, his embrace. “That makes sense. Because I’m your-” He pauses, “your best friend.” I clutch my chest as a small pain emulates within my chest, my heart. He doesn’t notice the action and instead, takes the hand I rested on my chest, kissing it before wrapping his hands around them.
His warmth makes me feel whole again, though, mentally I hate the feeling. I hate the feeling of him being my anchor. I was always second best to him. Always second choice. A friend, nothing more, nothing less. But in my heart, in my angel heart, I have never been more driven to him. Not only that, but my never ending love for him makes the situation all the while more painful than before. Stiles whispers quietly, almost pleadingly. “Come home safe.” There it was again, that leap of happiness only to be burnt away by reality. I suck it up, ignoring the feeling as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He bury’s his face in the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. When I pull away, I miss his touch, though I don’t say it, I feel it. The loss of his warm body. I kiss his head, smiling at him and then at Isaac as I headed out with Scott and Derek.
I felt their gaze follow and maybe linger longer than it should on me. Isaac and Stiles’ gaze, to be exact. I shake my head at the thought of them. Here’s the thing, I love Stiles. Always have, always will. Apart of me wished I didn’t but I do. It would be easier if I didn’t. With Isaac, however, I don’t know. I felt..something. A crush? Mutual friendship? Possible love? I couldn’t name the sensation that bubbled within me. On the way there, Scott eyed me with brotherly concern. He watched the war fester within me, but did not pry. The one, of many things that I loved about Scott is that he knows his place. Scott knew when to ask and when not to. And right now, was not the time, nor the place. When we arrive, we sneak in through the tunnels. They reeked of dirt and must. Our movements as quiet as mice.
Well, we were quiet until Derek busted down the wall with a single punch. Good job, Derek. Though, I’d never say that aloud. The sound ricocheted throughout the empty bank. We stepped inside, cautiously eyeing our surroundings. But before I could go further, Derek grabbed my arm, not painfully tight, but just enough to grab my attention. His face was sympathetic, sad. “Find Erica, meet us back here-” Before I could deny his request, he pressed on, voice almost pleading. “Please.” He looked completely helpless, desperate. An action Derek didn’t like to put on display. I don’t fight back this time, instead, I nod and sneak off quietly. I felt Scott’s gaze follow, as well. I could have sworn he sighed in relief. I shake my head, focusing on the task at hand. I wasn’t far from Scott and Derek before a feeling washed over me. Go back. A voice, my inner voice, seemed to say. And for some reason, I didn’t fight it. Without a seconds thought, I turned over my shoulder, running back to them.
My inner voice was right, as I guessed, because there, outside the vault, stood one of the members of the alpha pack. She was grinning wickedly as she poured mountain ash in the inside of the vault, shutting Scott and Derek in with whatever beast also haunted that dark chasm. I cried out, afraid for my brother. “NOO!” The alpha had not noticed my presence, but now, she swiveled her head, her red eyes currently hold my own. I do not break contact, non-verbally challenging her. I ran towards her, faster than she predicted, throwing her to the ground. She pushed me off her, throwing me across the room. I hit the wall with a loud thud, cracking the cement in half. Through my slightly blurry vision and ruptured hearing, I could have sworn I heard Scott, my brother, cry out for me. Get up, (Y/n). Get up.
Who’s voice was that? Get up, (Y/n). Please, (Y/n). You can do it. I need you to get up. That voice.. That was Stiles’ voice. He was praying to me. I need you here, (Y/n). I can’t live without you. I need you to fight. And though I know I’m selfish, I don’t care. I can’t do this without you. Please. Fight for me. In that moment, it was as if everything within me changed. I began to shift and form, not into a siren, but an angel. The angel that Stiles needed, deserved. I stood up from the ground, feeling heavier than before, but faster, stronger. The alpha wolf in front of me, despite her attempts, cowered back in fear at the sight of me. I didn’t understand why until I glanced to my sides. Twenty-foot plus angel wings stood, gaping. I felt a pang of pain in my back from shifting, the sharpness not being as brutal than my first shifting but it still hurt like a bitch.
I felt strong, light and free. Stalking towards her slowly, she takes a few steps back before shaking her head, as if she was trying to ignore the fear that quenched her body. The alpha had the pure audacity to run at me, full speed. I stop, which confuses her slightly but she does not stop running towards me. Bringing out my hands, I match the angle of my wings before pulling them towards my body. My massive wings, mimic my hands like a clap. The wave, being so prominent, echoed throughout the bank, knocking the alpha over. The force itself was so strong, I wouldn’t be surprised if Scott and Derek fell at the impact. I stalk forward, wings flowing with me. I intend to strike again but before I can, she pries herself off the ground, grunting before bolting. Scott yells as he fights the two werewolves, as if he knew what I was thinking. “DON’T! GO FIND ERICA! WE’LL WORRY ABOUT HER LATER!”
I do as he asks, shuffling down the corridors. My mind was in a blur. Not at all accustomed to my powers yet. Calm down, (Y/n).Find Erica. I stopped in the hallway, closing my eyes to think. All of a sudden, as if it were magic, my eyes scanned the whole facility until I found her. In that moment, I ran as fast as I could to her, swinging the closet door open, glancing down to see her broken dark body. Her normally bright and pretty features were now pale, dull and sullen within. Her carcass reeked of a horrid smell and all the while I couldn’t help but gasp in sadness, a wave of pity. Picking up her lifeless body, I carry her carefully, being sure not to drop her. As turn the corner, I catch the attention of Scott, who looks at me first before Allison, who I didn’t realize was here, and Derek. Never had I seen Derek look so heartbroken. My heart leaps out to him. Glancing over his shoulder to see broken mountain ash, and then it all clicks together.
He takes her dead body from me, tears drenching his cheeks. Allison and I glance at one another, nodding respectfully. But I couldn’t help but notice their eyes on me. Scott and Allison’s, to be exact. They watched my wings in awe. And, for some reason, I didn’t feel uncomfortable under their gaze. I felt like I was above them, not physically, but mentally. And not in the conceited way. Just the motherly way, the light and free way, if that makes any sense. After a few minutes, we come up with a way to subdue Cora, Derek’s supposedly not so dead sister, and Boyd. I don’t ride with them, instead, I decide to test out my very new powers. I mean, it’s now or never, right? Derek, Allison, Scott and Erica’s body were most likely back at Derek’s loft. Closing my eyes, I focus as hard on the location that I intend to go to.
Derek’s loft. I felt wind or something unknown whip around me, an odd sensation before I felt warm arms wrap around me. “(Y/n)?” I open my eyes to see Stiles, embracing me tightly. I gasp, taking a step back, completely surprised by his presence and my new abilities. “(Y/n), are you okay?! I was so worried! When you didn’t come back with them, I thought-” My heart dropped. He thought I died. When I pull away from him, I look at his hazel eyes before something behind him caught my eyes. It wasn’t Derek sitting on the edge of his spiral staircase with a sad expression. Nor was it Allison, Isaac and Scott looking over plans. Instead, it was someone I wasn’t expecting. Erica. She looked scared, petrified. Tears drenched her beautiful face as she looked throughout the room.
Poor girl thought nobody could see her. Stiles asked again, pulling my attention back to him but only for a second. “(Y/n)? Who are you looking at?” That question grabbed Erica’s attention, her eyes flashing to meet mine. I walk past Stiles, now grabbing everyone else’s attention. They watched me walk towards something- someone who wasn’t there, at least to them. Erica began to cry, shaking. “Am I dead?” I nodded, taking a step forward. “I’m so sorry. If we’d found you earlier, we could have saved you. I-” Scott walked up next to me, not uncomfortably close but respectfully far enough. “(Y/n), who are you talking to?” Erica glanced at Scott before looking back at me. “He can’t see me right? None of them can, can they?” I shake my head. For some reason, deep down within me, I knew they wouldn’t be able to hear or see her.
“They won’t be able to hear or see you. Only I can, apparently.” I say with sympathy. She notes it, giving me a sad smile. “It’s not your fault. But- where do I go now? I’m dead, right? What do I do now?” All of a sudden, the front door to Derek’s loft started to glow. It gave off a beautiful white hue, almost familiar. I glance back at it smiling to myself. For some reason, it felt like home, warmth. When I look back at Erica, I’m sure of everything, though I might not know all the answer’s, it felt right. “You go home. And I’ll take you there.” When Erica touched my hands, she sparked back to life. Well, not actually. Back to life in the sense that she could be seen fully by everyone. That being, the pack. They gasped, choking back their tears. I know if I let them say their goodbyes, the window for her return home would slim drastically. She takes my hands, clutching my arm with desperation.
Though my eyes focus on the light, I can’t help but glance at Stiles. Pure adoration on his face. Erica looks back at Isaac, smiling before glancing at Derek with a forgiving expression. It seems to relax him slightly, guilt still thick in his mind. The moment we reach the gate, I don’t hesitate to swing it open. Light seeps into the dark room, bringing it a beautifully gorgeous color. Like Erica, I cannot help but gasp at how enchanting the light was, how much of a pull I had towards it. I take a deep breath in, pulling her forward with me. She hesitates at first but looking between my angel wings and eyes brought her some sort of comfort. As if she were thinking I was the real deal or something. The door to Derek’s loft closes behind us. And not for a second do I fear the inability of returning.
I knew I’d come back to them. To Stiles. This, helping people get to heaven was one of my many missions. I felt it. Though that sounds rather weird, it made sense to me. Erica and I walk further into the light, which got brighter, despite my thought for that to be improbable. The further we went, the warmer I felt. And, like many dreamt, there in front of us, was the golden arches. A massive golden gateway stood in front of us. Guarding the gate, was a very handsome, tall black man. His smile was to die for, no pun intended. His teeth were white like snow, with loving and warm eyes. When we came up to him, he grinned. His smile was the kind that made you want to smile, even if you were a bitter piece of shit. “Hey, princess. My name’s Lucas. Welcome to Heaven.” Erica loosened her grip, slowly but surely taking Lucas’s hand. He smiled back at me, whispering. “Good job, newbie. I’ll see you around.”
A promise. So I would be seeing him, and this place more? Huh.. As I walk back to the loft, I don’t know how I know how to get there, but I just do. The door soon comes into focus, I smile at the thought of coming back to them. To my friends. To Stiles. I however my hand over the loft door, hesitantly before wrapping my hand around the handle. I pushed it open, stepping out into the loft. As I closed it, I felt multiple pairs of eyes on me. It was the pack plus Mr. Argent. When I turned to look at him, his eyes scanned my ginormous wings, smiling to himself. “I always knew you were an angel, haha.” I can’t help but laugh as I take a spot next to him. Stiles takes his spot next to me. Not knowingly, I wrap one of my wings, as if on instinct, around Stiles. For protection purposes, I would assume. By now, Scott probably knows my theory, considering the fact that his gaze continues to shift between Stiles and I. Finally, we come up with a plan to get Boyd and Cora. Scott nods his head, looking at his team of people with a sense of pride. “Alright, let’s go to work.”
(I hope you liked it! If you want me to continue it, please comment below or message me. I will also be posting the next part of Empress soon, so please go check out my first one if you liked it!)
Summary: You are half angel, Stiles being that part of your anchor, and half siren, Isaac being that part of your anchor. You aren’t entirely sure what’s going between you and either one of the boys, but you are hellbent on finding out. Not only that, but you’re here to kick some ass.
Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, blood, fighting etc.
Notes: None of these gifs are mine, credit to owners! (Y/F/D)- means your favorite drink.
I stood tall, back almost completely erect. My face was stone cold, placid. But I had every right to have it that way. I was filled with hundreds, if not thousands of questions. The white light and prestige gates had to have been the gates to heaven. I don’t know how I knew but I believe, wholeheartedly, that Erica was okay. In fact, I think she’s more than okay. Something within me knew that that place was the definition of justice, of what’s right and good in this world. Most humans pray their whole lives to even get a taste of what I felt not too long ago. Hell, I’ll come back again, I just know it. The wind outside picked up slightly, swirling under the tuff of my wings. My skin prickled and shivered at the cold contact. Being two separate creatures was a rather interesting debockle. No matter which one I am, my senses have heightened to the point that I could tell there were discreet differences between the two. When the cold cool air hit my body, goosebumps cascaded across my skin. The wind has been my friend, especially tonight; my first angel shifting.
Our goal for tonight was to catch Boyd and Cora, or, at least contain them someway. I want to use my powers to help them, to help Scott, to do something. But I don’t know how to control them yet. It was like I was a baby all over again. I had to learn how to do everything all over. Which totally blows. Not to mention, I’ve got nobody to teach me how to do any of this shit. I lean against the railing, sighing through my nose. All of a sudden, a phone went off from inside Derek’s apartment. Stiles’ phone, to be exact. I’d know it anywhere. His main ringtone was the star wars theme for god-sake. When he picks it up, I tune into the voice on the other line. Perks of being an angel, I guess. When I heard the voice, my heart dropped. It’s Lydia. “Stiles, I found another body at the pool!!” Her voice was scared, desperate. When I look back at him, his eyes are no longer on me, as if they never were. It took one phone call for everything to go back to the way things were. I was more than surprised that she had his number. She knew he’d come after her. Even when she didn’t love him.
The second Stiles heard Lydia’s voice, he was a goner. It was as if nothing mattered to him anymore. Nobody else meant anything to him except for her. He reluctantly hangs up the phone, hastily grabbing his jacket before looking at Scott with pleading eyes. “I’ve got to go help Lydia! She’s found another body.” Scott looks back at me with sad eyes. Yet again, Stiles has run back to Lydia, not daring to look or care about anyone that wasn’t her. I was always the second best to anything. To him. Scott, my non-biological brother glanced at me first. A mix of disappointment and sadness. The disappointment geared towards Stiles. He then looked back at Stiles, nodding. “Yeah, make sure she’s okay.” I wanted, more than anything, to yell at Scott. To tell him to not let Stiles go, to get him to open his eyes. I wanted to scream at Stiles for being the oblivious prick that he was. For breaking my heart over and over again. But I didn’t. I suppress it, like usual. It was the right thing to do, after all.
Though Stiles was waiting for Scott’s okay, he was more than ready to book it out of the apartment. The second he got the green light, he ran out the door, not even bothering to look back at us. It was as if, what I thought was something between us, ended up being nothing. Stiles stormed out the apartment in a hasty rush. Slamming the door, I jump at the sound, not enough that anyone would notice. Except, someone did notice. Two someones actually. Them being, Scott and Isaac. Scott huffed, somewhat frustrated. “Okay so, here’s the plan-” After that moment, I tuned out, not wanting to listen anymore. My eyes lingered to the door that Stiles left out of. Though I was aggravated with him beyond repair, I felt lonely, a pull of sadness. It must’ve been the anchor thing. God, I thought having an anchor would be a good thing but now I just throw myself into a fire. Not only that, I’m pissed at myself. I promised myself one thing when I was younger. Don’t let a boy control your life or the outcome of things. Don’t let a boy change you. And look at me now. I’m practically puddy within that boys hands.
I watched (Y/n)’s beautiful eyes linger at the door. The one Stiles left momentarily from. I was starting to put the pieces together. Stiles was, despite my opinion of him, (Y/n)’s angel anchor. They were bound together, as was I to her. But then again, I didn’t like to share. Not that that’s what was happening. I’m just selfish. But there was something more between (Y/n) and Stiles, well, just (Y/n) towards Stiles. It was pretty obvious that she felt something for him. Whether is was a crush, friendship or love, it was something. If her personality didn’t say it, her heartbeat did. Though I didn’t like the confirmation of her feelings, the fact that she liked me too, in that way, made me feel better. She hadn’t verbally said it, but I believed it. When I looked back at her, she had a sad expression, a broken one. Once her eyes met mine, she flashed her purple siren eyes at me before smiling. She was dressed from head to toe in feather and goddess like beauty. But her eyes spoke words to me. Her eyes were mine. God, those beautiful siren eyes.
Scott clears his throat, drawing my attention away from Isaac. “How are you getting to the school?” I look between the boys, smirking back at my wings. “I’ve got a few ideas.” I wink back at Isaac before turning over my shoulder to the railing. Though my heart is in my throat, I don’t hesitate to jump into the sky, grinning from ear to ear. Flying is an odd thing. Being able to fly yourself is an even stranger concept. But there I was, gliding through the sky. As I flew, my thoughts got lost within the wind and clouds. All of which led back to Stiles. He was more than willing to leave us, leave me behind. Only, to find, Lydia. It was so painful to watch the cycle. He’d trail after her like a lost puppy, complain to me, I’d console him and then the second she’d give him attention, he’d be right back where he started. She never cared about Stiles. To her, he was just another dumb fly on a wall of teenage boys that “loved” her. It made me sick. Like the others boys that trailed after her, Stiles was willing to do anything for her. But then again, none of this was new information.
(Y/n), move on, already?! My subconscious seemed to scream. I knew it was right. Following through though, would be difficult. When I got to the high school, I made my way over to Isaac and Scott. “Okay, (Y/n) and Isaac. You push them into the school, from there, Derek and I will take ‘em down to the boiler room.” We nod in agreement before breaking off. I walk side by side with Isaac, standing at our position. We wait in silence, using our advanced hearing to tune in to the sounds around us. The silence was broken by Isaac’s lovely voice. “Are you okay, (Y/n)?” When I look back at him, I realize his eyes are full of sympathy, of love. Though I ache for Stiles, my angel side anyways, aches for him, my siren side, however, aches for Isaac. I am overcome by the urge to hug him, and I do. When I pull back I muttered, almost inaudible. “Thank you..” He gives me a confused glance. “For what?” Isaac asks. I shake my head, sighing happily. “For being here. You didn’t leave. Thank you for that.”
I’m sure he doesn’t know what I mean but from what I can tell from his facial expression, my proclamation proves me otherwise. Before he can speak up, two low growls erupt from over the hill, not far from our stand-point. “They’re here.” I muttered before tightening my grip, prepared to fight. I shoot up into the cold air and twirl around the back of them. Using my wings, I extend my hands out far apart, the big feathers copy the movement before I slam them together. The wave being so strong, it toppled over, not only Boyd and Cora, but Isaac as well. Before I can apologize to him, he’s up on his feet, pushing them towards the school entrance. He winks at me from below, showing that he’s alright. It relives me greatly. Slipping in through one of the already opened windows, I barricade the top floor so they don’t break through. Our goal was to get them trapped down in the boiler room, after all. Once they were there, they could wait out their blood-lust until the morning. It was the safest and smartest plan. When they came down the corridor on the second floor, I flapped my wings, showing dominance over them before letting out a beam of light I didn’t know I had kept in.
Boyd and Cora hissed and growled in pain, scurrying back into the darkness of the corridors. Scott and Isaac soon ran after them, Derek not too far behind. As they made their way down the stairs towards the boiler room, Isaac’s gaze on me lingered slightly before following Scott. His eyes, he did it again. I felt it, a flutter. God, damn it! I had to stop this feeling. They were toying with my emotions. I didn’t know if it was my siren heart, leaping to him, or my heart; my actual heart. I head downstairs and stand by the door of the boiler room, Isaac by my side. Scott and Derek shut the door with a loud rumble. “We did it.” Scott muttered, almost surprised. Derek nodded, just as shocked as Scott. It made sense though. Things in Beacon Hills were never easy, after-all. Scott smiles up at me, a genuine smile. I’m about to meet him halfway when I stop abruptly. A wave of sadness hits me like a typhoon. I hold onto the railing of the staircase, fearfully that I will fall. Isaac is at my aid almost immediately. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?”
There was a voice inside my head. No, no, no, no, no, no. Please, don’t let it be her.. Don’t let her be dead.. That voice, I knew that voice. Stiles’ voice. He talked to me- no, prayed to me before. His voice was broken, choppy. (Y/n), angel.. I-It’s Heather.. They killed her.. T-They killed Heather.. My eyes went wide as I listened intently. Scott grabbed my face with his hands, rubbing his hands up in down in a soothing manor. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?! Talk to me?! Please..” Though I didn’t know Heather, and I knew about Stiles’ attempts to seduce her, small tears fell from my eyes. Of course, it made me angry, no-pissed, that Stiles tried to do that but I’d have to tell him about my feelings for him to understand why I was mad. And I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t weep for her, I wept for the loss of a friend. Losing someone so close to you once, hurts like a bitch. When I spoke, my voice was shaky. “S-Stiles, h-he found Heather.. S-She’s dead.. They have her body in the morgue..” The moment the words fell from my lips, the room went quiet. And, to my surprise, Isaac was the first to speak. “Go to him. He needs you right now. You are his angel anchor, after-all. We’ve got everything tied up here. Go.” I glance back at Derek and Scott, looking for some sign to tell me not to. But I do not find it. In fact, Scott nods, wholeheartedly.
“Go, comfort him. I’ll meet you there, okay?” I nod, hastily. When I look back at Isaac, I don’t want to leave him, not one bit. But his facial expression eases my mind, in more ways than one. “Go, we’ve got things handled over here.” I pull him into a tight hug, whispering. “Thank you.” Once I pull away, I shoot up to the sky, flying as fast as I could. I was beyond thankful to have the darkness and time on my side. I’m sure it was way past midnight, due to the sun not rising yet. There was no way anyone was out at this obscene time. I didn’t realize how fast I was going until I ended up at the hospital. Plopping down softly on the grass, hiding behind the bushes, I push my wings back. It gets easier each time I do it. When I walk up to the hospital gate, I already know where Stiles is. It took me less than two minutes to reach the hospital and find his room. When I barge into the coroners office, Stiles and Mrs. Mccall stand across the room from me with long sad faces. When Stiles’ eyes fall on me, I swear I heard my heart broke.
His eyes were red and puffy, due to the crying. Stiles’ jacket was drenched with snot and tears, probably from wiping them away so aggressively. I take a step forward, voice soft and smooth. “I heard you-” Before I could finish, his warm body collided with mine. It was a rough hug, but a hug none the less. He cried, no- sobbed openly. His tears drenched my shoulder, but I didn’t mind. He needed me, and I was there for him. A part of me, the dark part, wanted to say, ‘Where’s your precious, Lydia? Shouldn’t she be the one comforting you? Where is she? Not here, obviously? Why?! Because she doesn’t care about you the way I do.’ But I don’t. I’m not sure what stops me from just screaming it at the top of my lungs. Maybe it was too heartless, morally wrong, or the fact that my kinder side was stronger than my dark side. I ran my hand up and down his neck, occasionally running my fingers through his hair. An action he adored and brought him great comfort. He pulled himself closer to me, nuzzling his face within the crook of my neck.
Stiles wrapped his arms around my waist. The more he cried, the closer I brought his body to mine, if that were even possible. Though my wings were not visibly showing, mentally, I had them wrapped around Stiles. The longer he held me, the quieter he got. His breathing even seemed to slow down. Though I was almost always frustrated with him, Stiles didn’t deserve this. Losing another person that meant a lot to him. Not only that, this girl, Heather, was one of his only friends when his mother was alive. She was one of the last memories, one of the last connections that he had left that was tethered towards his mother. With Heather gone, he didn’t have many left to hold onto. I’m not sure how long we were standing there. I could probably tell you, well, my angel part could. I, however, couldn’t. Nor did I really care. Once Stiles stopped crying, he laced his fingers in mine, looking between Mrs. Mccall and I. Something has brought him back to the now. The time for grieving isn’t now. He seemed to say with his eyes. The next thing that left his mouth seemed to shock me to the core. “The attacks that are happening aren’t because of Boyd and Cora. They didn’t do this.”
Before Mrs. Mccall asked, I did. “Than who did this? And why did they do this?” Not once letting go of my hand, he pulled me over towards a body, not Heather’s, thank god, but another body. Stiles moved his other hand in a while motion. “These are too precise to be werewolf killings. These killing were done as a ritual. They were all virgins. All sacrifices.” I look between the bodies, letting the puzzle piece click within my head. It all made sense. There’s no way this was a werewolf killing. Werewolves, as proven before by evidence, are messy killers. This wasn’t messy. This was strategical, not one thing was out of place. Mrs. Mccall asked, completely enveloped within the topic. “Than who did it?” He pulled me closer to him, probably because it was comforting. “I think it was a Dark Druid.” After that, I had to practically drag Stiles home. While he was in the car, completely asleep due to crying, I called his dad to confirm that Heather was one of the killings. I also told him that Stiles knew and that I would be with him if he needed anything.
As I pulled up to the Stilinski’s house, I unbuckled both mine and Stiles’ seat belts. I carried Stiles, wedding stile, into his house, resting him on the couch not too far from the front door. It wasn’t much of a surprise that I could do something like that, considering I was already incredibly strong, and let alone my angel powers, carrying Stiles was a walk in the park. I place a blanket gently over his body. The second the fabric hit him, he seemed to mold into it, curling himself up into a tight ball. For the first time in forever, Stiles looked small, so innocent compared to everything around him. I sat down on the chair across from him, leaning forward, I press the edge of my elbows to my knee-caps, sighing through my mouth. Pushing myself up and out of the chair, I made my way over to the kitchen. I was in dire need of some coffee or something. When I return, to my surprise, there is a new body in the room. One I didn’t quite recognize. “My god, you must be (Y/n). Stiles talks so highly of you. And now I see why.” I look her up and down, taking a step forward. And then it hits me. That’s Heather. “Heather, right?”
Her nodding was the only confirmation I needed. “You’re a lot prettier than Stiles gives you credit for.” She tells me. I brush away her compliment. “Thanks. I’m sorry this happened to you.” Heather shrugs, her eyes lingering on Stiles’ body. “He’s a great guy. I’m gonna miss him..” I nod, taking another step toward her. When she looks up at me, it’s full of fear. “Where do I go now?” I give her my hand with a smile. She takes it, hesitantly. “You’re going home. To heaven.” All of a sudden, a bright light seeps through the kitchen from the refrigerator. It’s odd where doors to heaven show up. Especially when they’re accurate. I mean, I always thought the fridge was a heavenly thing, ya know? So, to me, it made sense. When I look back at Stiles, I almost stop to let him say a proper goodbye but I knew that wasn’t wise. Though I didn’t know much about heaven or these powers, deep down, I knew there was a slim chance, a small window of passing through the gates. When I open the door, the majestic and wholesome light I saw and felt before seeped into the small kitchenette. Stay here. A voice seemed to call to me.
And I listened, without a doubt in my mind. Heather walked in, letting go of my hand. She turned over her shoulder, smiling. “Thank you.” I nod, kindly before shutting the fridge door. When I step away, I feel exhausted, completely and utterly drained. Coffee, yes, I need coffee. Making my way back into the living room, Stiles lays in the same place he was before. I plop down onto the chair across from him, sipping as much of the hot liquid as I could. But no matter how much I drank, I ended up clocking out not too long after. The next morning, I awake earlier than intended. But at this point, I didn’t care. I refill my useless coffee and make another cup, not for myself, but for Scott. He said he was coming, after-all. I fix my hair as the lovely smell of caffeine filled the room. When I walk back into the living room, my eyes fly over to the front door. Scott stumbles in moments later, a bag of bagels in one hand and his jacket in the other. He smiles at me before setting the bagels down on the table. “Hey.” He says, I give him the extra coffee that I made. “Thank you.” I nod, smiling as I sat down. “Yeah, no problem. How’d everything go afterwards?”
His warm puppy dog smile seemed to vanish almost immediately. “Do you know our English teacher? I don’t remember her name, but apparently she was down in the boiler room, grabbing paper-work when we pushed Boyd and Cora down there-” I was about to say something when he continued, completely cutting me off, and not in a rude way. “And no, she didn’t die or get hurt. Derek was there to stop them. He’s taking care of her right now. But it was crazy. He ran in there without a seconds thought. It was pretty incredible, actually.” I watch Scott’s facial expression. Whether he said it aloud or not, I could tell he wanted to be like Derek in many ways. He aspired to be that brave, even if it put him in the face of danger, he wanted to help in every way that he could. That was one of the many things I love about Scott. He was a great guy. I stand up, looking out of the window. “I’m glad she’s okay. That could have gone a lot worse.” I felt his eyes on me. “(Y/n), have you been here all night? Did you get any sleep?”
When I look back at him, I give him the look he most likely suspected. “Of course I was here all night. Who else would be? Definitely not Lydia. And no, I didn’t sleep much last night. I don’t usually sleep, so that’s not much of a surprise.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair as he stands next to me. “(Y/n), you can’t do this to yourself. I love Stiles like a brother but this is ridiculous. He doesn’t even notice how obvious it is. It’s so painful to watch. And though I don’t want to admit it, Lydia doesn’t love him. Not the way you do, anyways. And I don’t know how to help you. I want to tell you to move on but that’s hard enough as is.” I turn back to him nodding in determination. “You’re right, Scott. You’re right. I’m not going to sit around here waiting for him to finally open his eyes and see me. I’m gonna be his-” I pause, nodding in confirmation. “H-His friend.” Scott opens his arms out and I hug him tightly. “Thank you, Scott. Thanks for everything.” He giggles into my neck. “No problem. You’re my sister, after-all.”
A few days later..
Stiles has gotten better since the news of Heather’s death. He’s coping a lot better than I thought he would. Of course, like I suspected, it was rough for him to lose one of his oldest friends. But instead of crying, he used his grieving as an advantage. Instead, he uses his spare time to research the resent attacks. We haven’t found much since the virgin sacrifices. I’ve stayed to help Stiles and Scott with researching but tonight was the first time in what feels like forever since I’ve been able to leave and have a day for myself. That morning, I showered and got dressed in something other than borrowed flannel shirts. Giving my outfit a once over, I nod happily. I sported black skinny jeans, converse, a Metallica shirt and a dark jean jacket. I looked great. I felt great, better than I have in a long time. Grabbing my keys, phone and wallet, I made my way over to my happy place; the local bookstore/coffee shop. Well, I shouldn’t exactly say local because it wasn’t. The store itself was in between Beacon Hills High and Devenford Prep. It was on the outer-banks of Beacon Hills itself. I loved going there, more than anyone.
It was the one place that brought me great comfort when times got rough. When I entered the building, I was immediately enveloped with the smell of warm coffee. God, I loved that smell. Not only that, but the essence of tea and beans hit my nose, as well. The Saturday daylight shown through the crystallized windows, crashing onto my face with powerful warmth. I practically skip over to my favorite section, glancing over the new books they’ve added to the shelf. Rolling up my sleeves, I scan my long fingers over the spines of books that surround me. I could literally spend hours at a book store. Hell, I didn’t even need to read any of the books, just being around them gave me a sense of comfort, ya know? When I find the book I’m looking for, I nearly jump with joy. It was on the highest shelf. I could reach it, with a lot of effort, I could reach it. Though I am very tall, I struggle to get the book that I’m looking for. I grunt in frustration before I notice I’m being watched.
Glancing around the room, I notice a pair of light but deep hazel eyes watching me intently. Watching me struggle, I should say. She was beyond beautiful, ungodly so. With ombre hair that trailed down her shoulders, a grey v-neck dress that ended a few inches below her butt. She had dark red converse like mine, torn and tattered all around it. To top it all off, she sported a cut off tan crop-top like jacket. It was thin, not enough to bring her a well needed amount of warmth. But I suppose the sunlight does just fine. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. A hot girl is watching me, right now! A hot girl is watching me attempt to grab a book, right now! I look like a fucking idiot! Fuck. The second our eyes meet, I nearly shit myself and look away. Just stare at the wall, stare at the books, stare at anything that isn’t her. My eyes however, do not listen. In a matter of seconds, they linger back to the enchanting woman a few feet away from me, her eyes still boring into the side of my head. Fuck, she’s watching me. (Y/n), you’re hot?! Why are you freaking out, just talk to her?!
I breath in, turning on my suave persona. When I look back at her, I glance her up and down in a flirty manor. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” I say, jokingly. She looks at me, somewhat startled that I spoke up but in no time she retrieves herself and smiles. “What can I say-” Eyeing my ass with a smirk. “I’ve got a great view from where I’m standing.” Holy fuck-a-moly. Automatically, I flush ruby red. I walk forward, towards the coffee line. “You’re sitting. Not standing.” When I retaliate, she scoffs playfully. “Oh!-” She clutches her chest like she has been mortally wounded. “Dear me! I have made a dreadful mistake! What ever will I do?” Her beautiful voice is drip with a gorgeous sense of sarcasm that made my skin sprinkle with goosebumps. I snort, smiling slightly, not enough so that you can see my teeth but enough you’d know I was smiling. I look back at her from the coffee line, still sparking casually flirty conversation. “You never gave me your name?” She leaned forward on the table, fixing her glasses so they weren’t on the edge of her nose, her boobs pressed together. My eyes shamelessly glance down at them once or twice.
“You never asked.” She said before winking at me. That little shit. This time I genuinely smile back at her, she smiles at me in return. Another voice said from behind me. “Uhh- Ma’am? You’re next.” When I turn around the barista smiles up at me, her eyes shifting from me and the gorgeous girl I was talking to moments ago. “What can I get for you, sweetheart?” The barista was a short older woman with bright grey hair and a smile that made you want to smile. I keep glancing back at the gorgeous girl who’s name I still do not know before looking back at the barista, sheepishly. “Uhh, can I have a (Y/F/D). Thank you.” When I finish paying, the barista handing me my drink whispered softly. “She’s cute. Good luck!” I thank her before turning over my shoulder to look for her. When my gaze doesn’t find her, I can’t help but feel a little sad. And then, everything changed when a voice spoke from behind me. Her voice, to be exact. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for little ‘ol me, would ya?”
And there she was, standing right before me. God, if I thought she was beautiful before she looked purely heavenly only a few inches from me. I took a step forward, towering over her before sighing. “Maybe, maybe not? My big question though is, what does a girl have to do to get your name?” She inches toward me, smirking as she eyes me up and down. A challenge she is more than willing to accept. When she talks, her breath is coated with coffee, the good kind. I breath in as much as I can, biting my lip to hold back a moan. “The bigger question is, what are you willing to do to find out what it is?” God, this woman is gonna be the death of me. I inch forward a little more, our faces centimeters apart. “I’m willing to do a lot to find out something so simple, like a name. But you, my dear, are all talk. Are you willing to get your hands dirty?” I wait for her comeback but when doesn’t respond, I start to get scared, nervous. Turning over her shoulder, she walks towards the front door, looking back at me with a smirk before saying seductively. “Aren’t you coming? You still want to know my name, right? I’ve got some very naughty things on my mind.”
My jaw hits the floor the second she leaves the establishment. Her hips move from side to side and I nearly die. I check my heart-rate on my neck, breathing heavily through my mouth before I ran out after her. This was my first step to moving on, and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t think about Stiles or Isaac. I thought about myself and how much fun I was going to have with my mystery girl.
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