all she wanted was for someone to look at her
& see the person she hid so well
— unknown

© natalics 2023
started: 12/29/2021
re-started: 10/21/2023
finished: to be determined

TEEN WOLF !
liam dunbar / cordelia collins

frenemies to lovers
starcrossed lovers

     CORDELIA COLLINS WAS STRANGE.

     If Wednesday Addams was blond, shades of blue, the quirky attitude of a teenage boy, and a heart taped up by bandages, she'd be the spunky blond that roamed Beacon Hills like she owned it. To be fair, Cordelia did own it, in her own right. She was royal blood. Her father was a good man. A kind man. A hardworking man. Then he died.

     Her freshman year of highschool didn't start the way she imagined. Homecoming, boyfriends, first kisses, sports games. She didn't get any of those things. She lost her dad. She was going to school, one of the first days of the school year. She thought he had left for work. But as she stepped out onto her front steps, there he was. His body against a tree, his throat slashed. His body bloody. Blood. Blood. Blood. She no longer could look at it for so long. His eyes. His eyes she shared with him. They were faded. His skin. His splotchy skin that gave her warmth on movie nights. It was now purple and cold. His hair, from the hair on his head she'd play with to the scruff of his beard that tickled when he hugged her. It was all stained in crimson.

    Sheriff Noah Stilinski's body shook as he stumbled to the scene. Quentin Collins was a good man. A deputy. His deputy. They started at the department the same year. Then Noah introduced him to his sister. Monica. Monica Stilinski was nothing like her brother, all they shared was their love for alcohol and daddy issues. Quentin fell in love with her. Virginia and Cordelia were the products. Noah's girls, he called them. He only ever had a son. He and Quentin shared their kids. The Stilinski's and the Collins's. They spent summers in each others back yards, Christmas at a grandparents, sleepovers, everything. And then Claudia Stilinski died. And now Quentin was dead, too.

     Maybe Noah and Monica were cursed.

     Stiles Stilinski wasn't a bad cousin. Not at first, anyway. He found himself to be the middle child. Virginia was two years older than him (she's moved out of state for college, now). Cordelia was a year younger (almost two). Cordelia was his best friend. Stiles was the big brother. The one that protected her. The one that carried her home when she scraped her knee. He'd bandage her up and soothe her with Disney songs. But then he changed. He got older, and Cordelia stayed young. And once he entered teenage boyhood, Stiles couldn't be around his baby cousin. So he wasn't.

     Junior year wasn't fun. Stiles's werewolf best friend suddenly had to deal with an alpha pack, there was a druid killing people (including his Uncle), Cordelia started high school (and was becoming awfully suspicious), and then the Nogitsune came. The Fox Spirit that possessed Stiles. He could still see it. Cordelia, sleeping in her room. His voice calls for her. She flutters awake, confused. What are you doing here? He attacks. The two fight on the floor. Cordelia scratches his arm. He hits her. Cordelia cries. She wails. She screams. His hands wrap around her throat. She was going to die. If Scott McCall and Alan Deaton hadn't tracked him down, she would've been dead.

     She knows now. Stiles no longer had a secret behind his cousins back. It was too late. It was from then on she joined Scott's pack and was the youngest member. Stiles hated it. He doesn't know why. It makes his mouth bitter and makes his eyes twitch. It makes him angry. He doesn't know why. He does. He just doesn't admit it.

Monica Collins was a bad mom. She had been before Quentin died, but somehow she got worse. She was working, more than sleeping. But when she wasn't working, she was sleeping. She left money on the counter for Cordelia. She paid the bills. But she couldn't look at her. Cordelia had her father's eyes and she hated her daughter for it. She hated her daughter.

     Cordelia was all blond and denim. She was all lonely and songs. She was a Barry Manilow song. She was bleach blond golden retriever. She was tear stains and ripped up skin. She was teenage angst. She was hatred brewing in heart shaped glass.

     SHE WAS STRANGE. AND SHE SCARED EVERYONE.

Emily Alyn Lind, Cordelia Joanne Collins.

Samara Weaving,                Virginia Lowe Collins.

Dylan O'Brien,            Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.

Undecided , Monica Collins
Skeet Ulrich , Quentin Collins
Dylan Sprayberry , Liam Dunbar
Teen Wolf Cast , Themselves
Others , As Described

█ ⠀⠀⠀ WARNINGS . . . ⠀⠀⠀ this book will include topics such as grief, death, supernatural, magic, monsters, gore, mental health, mental illness, underage drinking, swearing, & the things you see in teen wolf.

█⠀⠀⠀ DISCLAIMERS . . . ⠀⠀⠀ i do not own any of the rights to teen wolf. all rights rightfully belongs to jeff davis, mtv network, and the team that works so hard to work on the show. i only own cordelia collins, and any other original characters i include. i kno certain cast members are problematic, but i will not be recasting them even if they are. i feel weird changing the face of a character & even if i said i did recast them...i'd still imagine them as their real actor. so; stan the character not the actor, i do not support problematic people, they just happen to share a face with a character.

█ ⠀⠀⠀ CREDITS . . . ⠀⠀⠀ this layout is heavily inspired by multiple creators on wattpad as well as my own. i combined elements i like from various stories i have read with what i enjoy about my usual layout & here we are;)

i do NOT own any gifs used in this book! all were found on google, and credit goes to their rightful owners. however, all moodboards & things like that are in fact mine.

█⠀⠀⠀ DEDICATIONS . . . ⠀⠀⠀-averyscribbles sadiesapphic voidnovaa lavenderslace poeticlulls luvfortonkin argentsires fIeetwood & just so many other mutuals and people who have inspired my writing, motivated me to write, become a better writer, and just so much more.