bakerstreet | Turned Into An Animal Meme

{Stiles will be stuck with a fox tail, ears, pointier teeth, and the tip of his nose will be blackened a bit. His coloring will be that of a Canadian Marble Fox, so the tail and ears will be black and white. Can go with it being a spell or some sort of were-accident or him being bitten by a werefox (that could be a thing).

Also happy to play with others being afflicted.}

[ there are, literally, over ten thousand six hundred and twenty-four reasons why Rachel Elizabeth Dare should just completely avoid Stiles Stilinski. it's not exactly a well-kept secret that the sheriff's son is always smack dab in the middle of whatever horrific traumatizing thing is going on in the town. whatever it is, even if it's all vague and nonsensical, he's there. in his jeep. with Scott McCall. causing a ruckus. she came to Beacon Hills to get away from the insanity that was her life in the city, at Camp Half-Blood, but it's really no better. and getting to know Stiles? that really, really won't help. she knows that. full well.

but for some reason she keeps following him, sort of, in a completely normal-high-school-girl-with-a-crush-way. she finds reasons to talk to him between classes, stalls at her locker after school trying to fight the urge to go talk to him more, ask to hang out. usually it's the other way around, most people need to work up the courage to talk to someone, but she's the opposite. she's trying with all her will power to just stop herself from walking right up to him and- ]

Hey, Stiles. [ welllll so much for that. way to go, will power! maybe it's flirtatious to round somebody the way she did before talking to them, but it's kind of a habit. she can't help it. it's pretty much an instinct to get in people's personal space when she's in a good mood, it's not something she can really help. not since she started changing. ..oh yeah, did we forget to mention she's a werecat? ] Hi. What's up?

[It might not be a well-kept secret that he got in trouble all the time, but it was hardly his fault. Things just... happened around him and he just happened to, fortunately, come out of it relatively unscathed. For the most part.

Take his latest run in, for example. He'd had some sort of altercation with a pissed off kitsune (thankfully not a nogitsune), and their tussle and scrape had left him with... well... thankfully in this day and age there were teenagers walking around with 'tails' hanging off their belts and headbands with ears, so while it garnered a few glances because really, wtf?, Stiles managed not to draw too much attention to the black and white ears and tail he wound up with as a result.

However, it was hard to hide the fact that said tail gave a definite wag when he heard a certain redhead's voice, turning to watch her sort of... circle him like he was something that needed to be pounced on. Maybe that was just his new nature talking, which Deaton was helping him try to get rid of, but the way she looked at him had him wondering if he should smile back or flee.]

Hey, Rachel. Uh, nothing. Nothing at all. What's, ah, what's up with you?

Nothing, nothing at all.

[ tiny bit singsongy, but in a good mood way, nothing too mimicy. although she was mimicking him, yes. absolutely. because she didn't miss how his tail moved when she got his attention, might have even reached a hand out towards her hip, in case it came her way again. no, she wasn't about to be shy now, not when her suspicions were proven with just the flick of a tail. he was like her. well, almost. not a cat, but- something. a husky? maybe a fox?

either way, she'd been playing the same card for a few years now - oh, the ears and tail were just for show, her teeth were always shaped this way - despite the fact that she could hide them away if she wanted to. but it was painful, it was a reverse transformation people like her weren't supposed to do, so she just.. stopped. so there's orange cat ears poking out of her curly hair, and a striped tail that currently keeps flicking at the back of Stiles' ankle. all very playful. when she steps in closer, her eyes dilate too quickly to be entirely human - like a cat that's spotted something fun to play with ]

I know what you are. ..Sort of. Almost. We should go somewhere we can talk.

[Maybe it was those new instincts of his, heightened senses picking up on something that human ones couldn't, but he felt a definite quiver in the lower region of his stomach, a visceral reaction to her stepping in close and noticing the way her eyes dilated like that. He didn't know if he suddenly felt like prey or... a toy.

Then she made words come out of her mouth and he tried to laugh it off.]

You know what I-- am? Hah, yeah. So do I. Almost late for class. You're funny, Rachel. Hilarious.

[He was caught between panicking and wanting to find out why she suddenly smelled so good.]

Skip it.

[ no, Rachel really isn't the bad influential rebellious type, she does give a damn about her reputation. but there's something too tempting about getting the chance to talk to him about this now, like she might not get another one. so her eyes glow a dark emerald green when she looks up at him through her lashes, all very mysterious and- okay no it's mostly just playful. a "no, I know" without actually repeating herself ]

Please?

[ she'll even reach to let her fingers play with his, like just that little bit of contact could convince him to follow her ]

[Did her eyes just...? Did she just...? Was that actually her tail tapping at his leg...? He was confused, not having thought that cat shifters were a thing. God, did that mean there were bird and mouse shifters? Shit. He was going to have to research this more.

Then her fingers were tickling at his and he looked down at them, then back up at her before taking a quick look around, ears up and pivoting to hear anything that might be someone paying too much attention to them.]

Um... okay. Sure. Uh... where should we... talk?

[ her eyes widen when his ears move, her smile cracking wide, and her fingers grab at his with more focus, lacing them together. it's probably not going to ease his calm, her looking so enthusiastic, but maybe it will. she can't tell. she doesn't particularly care, not when she's just excited to get the chance to talk to someone about this. especially Stiles. of all the ~~cute, funny, smart~~ guys to change... ]

Your Jeep. We can just sit in the parking lot. Or go somewhere. It's up to you.

[ but she's taking the lead anyway, too pleased, too excited. she has to force her tail not to flick around too much, or worse, curl around him in some way. cats might not use their tails like monkeys too, but apparently it's hard to hide when she's glad to see someone, her tail wanting to curl and bat at Stiles as long as she has his attention. ack. not so subtle. and she doesn't mean to start talking about this before they even get outside the school, but- ]

Your features are very cute, by the way. Not very subtle, though.

[He'd been trying to control the ears, but they really, really didn't like to pay attention to what he wanted. They just... reacted, and he'd had to explain that they were specially bought and made in Japan and had electronic chips in them.

He swore he'd heard someone call him Stiles-chan earlier and he wanted to punch himself. Again.

Then she mentioned his jeep and, okay, for like, half a second he thought of other things they could do in his jeep besides talk because shut up, that's why. But he was nodding and sort of walking along behind her, letting her lead him as he tried not to be distracted by that tail of hers again.]

Um... I didn't... I mean, it's not...

[Not the place for this conversation, Stiles. Shut up.]

Not- something you've learned to control yet? That's okay. I can help, maybe. If you want.

[ aah, sunshine. she loves being out in the sunshine. or maybe it's just that she loves not sitting in class. either way, she looks up just to enjoy the sun on her face when she first gets outside, hopping down the short stack of stone steps that lead to the parking lot with a little bit of a hop to her step. whatever, she really, really likes sunshine. and she'll definitely be sitting on the side of the car that has the most sun shining through the window, yep. ]

So, when did it happen? How? It didn't hurt too much, did it? I had some uncomfortable days, but it wasn't so bad once I got used to it.

Not... something I hope is permanent.

[His jeep isn't too far from the front of the school, not too close to it either. It's parked out in the open, sun streaming in through the passenger side and he sort of tries to lead her over to it instead of her just leading him around like he's... a puppy.]

Ah, it... Look, can we wait until we're in the car to talk?

What! Seriously? Why not?

[ NOPE, does not compute. how could someone not like being a wereanimal? he loves her abilities, and even if it took her a while to get used to her tail, she can't imagine living without any of it now. but anyway, he gives her a subtle hint at "hey, shuddap" so she takes it, letting him lead her to the car and pulling open the passenger side door without waiting for him to get in first. ah. warm car and sunshine. good.

she gets comfy pretty quick, slouched in the seat with her eyes closed and her face tilted towards the sun ]

Okay, now tell me why you hope it isn't permanent.

[He crawled in on the driver's side, glad his side was in shade (a bit) and watching her do the whole basking thing. Which was weird, but... kind of cute.]

Well, how about we start with the fact that I'm not a... whatever. This is an accident. Something that needs to be fixed.

Someone changed you without asking you first? Oh. M'sorry.

[ she does seem genuinely sorry at least, and a little surprised too ]

It's not really all that bad though, is it? I mean, you're- a canine, obviously. A wolf? Or a fox, maybe? Your coloring is a little hard to make sense of.

[ then she's stretching a bit, reaching out a hand to play ( gently! nicely. ) with the edge of his ear, letting her fingers rub over the fur ]

I could see the benefits of being a fox.

It's not the same as... well... it's not the same.

[How to explain the whole nogitsune/magical thing to someone who hadn't been there? He barely understood it himself.

Then her hand was on his ear and his eyes closed a little, body relaxing just a tad before he realized what he was doing, blushing and flicking his ear away from her fingers (god, that was weird), hands fidgeting with his keys that he'd pulled out out of habit.]

Ah, um... it's... I mean... I don't--

[Words, Stilinski. Use them.]

I'm not really anything. I guess.

[ her smile brightens when she notices that little dip in his !!!ness, that tension he was holding onto for whatever reason. maybe she was the first person to confront him about his new features, who knows. either way, there's a visible difference for a second, and she won't ignore it, especially not once his ear flicks away from her hand. that's cute! it's very cute. ]

But you are. Once you start accepting it, you'll start to feel - it's a whole thing. [ ironically! no, she doesn't know anything about the other werewolves in this town, or were-anythings in this town. she's just speaking from her own experience ] And once you start tapping into that, you can also hide your ears, and your tail. With some practice. It doesn't feel great, though. I don't think it's worth it. But, just saying. [ she gives him one last little scratch behind the ear before letting her hand settle in her lap again ]

[OH MY GOD STOP WITH THE PETTING helikedit.]

It's... look, I don't know what you know or what you don't know, so this is pretty hard to explain. Let's just go with 'I'm hoping it's not permanent' and leave it at that.

But, ah, you... you're what? A were.... kitty?

[Better than werepussy.]

I am a werecat, yes. Or a werekitty, I don't mind that. And I know that different bites and scratches and personalities and moon phases and magical whatevers cause different things, and I guess I was just- under the right moon at the right time.

[ yes running into the wereanimal she met however many years ago was a happy coincidence, right. not terrifying at all. it really wasn't, once she learned about them, got to know them. and then she was bitten because she wanted to be and the rest didn't really matter ]

I definitely thought I was going to be a fox. Something small, you know? But something wild. A raccoon, even, or a coyote. But then- I ended up being a cat. And that makes a lot of sense, too. Feels right.

[He gave her this look, like she was two parts crazy.]

You do realize that most of the time you wind up as what you were bitten by, right? Like, turning into something else is a one in a million thing, right?

[Please don't tell him that she'd been bitten by some weird kiddy stealing were-thing that had made some kind of false promises...]

Maybe it was a werecat. Not a tabby like me, though, that's for sure. He must have been a big cat, like a- a what'sitcalled.

[ oh Stiles, your worryworryworry is coming off of you in waves. and maybe she can't hear his heartbeat, but she can sense that kind of thing, and it's not even because she's a werecat ]

An ocelot! Maybe he was an ocelot.

[ and maybe Rachel is getting comfy in the sunlight again ]

I feel like I would have noticed if he was a werecheetah or something bigger, right? Definitely.

... I don't know, would you have?

[So concerned at the moment. She'd been bitten by a wereliar liar pants on fire.]

He didn't tell you what he was? He just bit you and told you to hope for the best?

[Was that a growl? That might have been a growl.]

[ she just gives him a slow shrug at that question, although that growl, which she definitely heard, makes her ears perk a bit, and she blinks her eyes back open to look at him again ]

No, he didn't do that. He told me that different people can be different things, depending on what you're like. Personality wise. What kind of loyalties you have and- stuff. I don't know. I never questioned it. I was fourteen.

[ she tilts her head, maybe sort of rubbing her ear on the headrest of the chair without even thinking much about it. it feels nice. all the self-pets. ]

I don't regret it. And neither should you.

You were fourteen? Jesus.

[Yeah, that was definitely a growl, tail thumping beside him.]

That is not how it works, Rachel. God. Have you even talked to any other weres? Do you... ah... know of any? Here? Maybe... in school?

[Testing the waters. Testing...]

Just you.

[ nobody else was walking around with a tail and ears... ]

Oh my god.

[Clearly he was going to have to talk to Scott about her.]

Look, I have, ah... friends. I need to talk to them first, but, yeah, I think they'll be talking to you soon afterward. You really... wow. Like... what do your parents think?

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

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