#void stiles one shot

[theemporium]

so i have this idea… 👀 3x22 eichen house stiles but instead of having sex with malia he has sex with reader?

this is short and rushed because honestly i had to stop myself from writing a whole ass fic for this but enjoy!🖤

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“Chaos has come again.” 

Your lips twitched as you lifted your head to the sound of his voice. “Still going around saying that funny little riddle of yours?” 

His head tilted to the side. “Still think it is a riddle?” 

“You haven’t told me otherwise,” you countered, and he seemed to like that answer. “What brings you back to this shit hole?” 

You hadn’t seen him here in weeks. He was an enigma when he first arrived, seeming like a dark tortured soul. He was mysterious and he kept to himself and it intrigued you. After some time, something had switched inside him. It was like the shyness disappeared, and there was something different to him. A thrill that you couldn’t deny your attraction to.

Everybody else in Eichen House were just as fucked up as you, but something about him was…different.

A different kind of fucked up that was addictive. 

But then he left without a peep and you hadn’t heard a word about him in weeks. 

Until now. 

There he stood at the end of the couch, having somehow snuck into the building and make it all the way down to the basement—to you. And he was staring at you with a fire in those eyes, a dark, twisted fire that made something deep in your stomach twist. 

“I had some loose ends I wanted to…tie up,” his voice was rougher than you remembered, huskier too. “Some chaos of my own to attend to.”

The book on your lap you were previously reading was moved to the side, your full attention focused on the boy in front you as he made his way around the couch and closer to you. You watched as his dark eyes raked over your figure, the thin shirt and sweatpants was not an unusual sight at Eichen but the way he was looking at you made it feel like ten times the outfit it was.

“You’re gonna make a girl blush, Stiles,” you commented with a teasing tone to your voice. But the smile on your face faltered when his whole expression dropped. 

“Don’t call me that, dove,” he sneered between clenched teeth, leaning so close to the point his nose was brushing against yours. “Don’t use that name.”

Your breath hitched. “Then what should I call you?” 

“I have had many names over the years. Many names and titles but none of them should matter to you, dove,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers ghosting along your bare arms. “You can call me void tonight.” 

“Void?” you repeated. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, one hand cradling your jaw, his thumb ghosting the edge of your lips. “You’re gonna sound so pretty screaming it for me.” 

He was addictive. His words were addictive and his touches were addictive, and you knew he could have asked you for anything and you would have given it to him. 

The clothes were shed in a blur of motions, laying abandoned on the cold concrete floor of the basement without another care in the world. And Void was everywhere: his hands on your body and his lips on your own, his cock thick and hard pressing against your thigh. 

“I knew you’d be so good for me, dove, knew from the first time I saw you,” he whispered as his hands dipped between your legs, your cunt soaking and needy—all for him. “You’re the only person in this fucking town that could ever be good enough for me.” 

“Void,” you panted as your hands gripped his shoulders, his body hot and warm against yours. “I-I…I’ve never…oh my god.” 

His eyes darkened, something like a smirk growing on his lips. “You’ve never done anything like this before?”

You shook your head. 

He let out a groan, low and heavenly, and it went straight down to your core. “Oh you, dove, you don’t even realise how perfect you are.” 

“Please,” you whispered, your eyes wide and glossy as you stared up at him. The couch was thin and uncomfortable and probably as old as the building itself, but you didn’t care. You just needed him in any way that he would give you it. “Please, Void, I need you.” 

Void was insatiable. He strived for chaos and pain and grief. He wanted to see the world burn down, for the supernatural wannabe heroes of Beacon Hills to go insane. He wanted it all. But he wanted nothing more in than to feel you come around his cock, to see you flustered and fucked out, to absolutely ruin you for anybody after him. 

Not that he was quite sure he wanted there to be anybody after him.

“Shh, baby,” he cooed as he gripped his cock, slow strokes and his thumb teasing his tip. “I’m gonna give you it, give you everything.” 

“Everything?” you whined helplessly. 

“Everything,” he murmured as he guided his cock to your entrance, eyes focused on your face as he slowly sank into you. “You can take it all, dove.”

He watched in blissed awe as your lips whispered his name like a mantra and your nails dug into his skin, a tear escaping the corner of your eye and fuck, he could have came right there. 

“Shit,” you whimpered as you tried to nuzzle your face into his shoulder. “Holy shit.” 

“Atta girl,” he groaned as he slowly pulled out before sinking back into you. “Taking me so good, taking everything I’m giving you.”

“Everything,” you nodded, biting down on your lower lip.

There was something different in his voice as he spoke. 

“That’s my girl, always by my side, yeah?” 

You nodded. 

“I always knew you were more than this shithole, dove.”

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[freedomfireflies]

more stiles blurbs??? last one was hot

A tense silence settles over the hallway as you look at the massacre and bloodshed, the ruby marks splattered across the wall, across your dress, and across Stiles’ face. 

His chest is heaving, his cheeks are flushed, and his stained hands are balled into fists by his side. He’s done what he came to do. He’s managed the threat. He’s executed the entire council.

He looks at the damage he’s done as he regains control of his breathing pattern and once he manages to ground himself, he looks up and meets your eye.

You gaze at the face of the man you’ve grown to love these past few months. The face of a man who gave up sanity and freedom and his entire life just to be with you. The man who chose to crawl back into the labyrinth of the nogitsune just to keep you.

You step over the lifeless body at your feet, your heels clicking across the marble floor as you make your way for him. He watches you, still a bit lost in his own mind, but with each step you take, he becomes increasingly more aware of himself. Of you. Of why he’s here.

You take his face in your hands, thumb swiping a stray drop of blood from his lip. “How do you feel?” you whisper. You’re desperate to taste just a fraction of the ecstasy you’re sure is coursing through his veins. All that pain, all that agony, all that strife…you need it. More than you need air in your lungs.

His eyes flick between yours as he finds his voice. “So fucking good.”

You smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” His hands find your hips, tugging you into his body as your chest meets his. “Better than the last time.”

Your lashes flutter at the rough cadence of his voice. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs as he nudges his nose against yours. “S’fucking good, Angel. Promise you’ll like it.”

“I know,” you tell him within an instant, ready to find out. “I know, I can feel it.”

“Yeah?” His breathing is becoming sporadic, as is your own, both of you beginning to claw at the fancy outfits you’ve chosen for the evening in a desperate attempt to take. “This what you wanted?”

He pushes you back until you meet the wall, and you gasp at the contact as he begins to fist your dress in his large hand. 

This is what you wanted. It’s all you’ve wanted ever since he took you to the woods and introduced you to the Nemeton. Introduced you to the power. To Void. To the possibilities.

You’ve never seen a man more glorious. Never seen someone so comfortable in this type of light. This type of revenge. 

The Stiles you met back at the academy was quiet. Frustrated. Kept to himself and didn’t talk much about his past.

Spencer Reid had introduced you. Said Stiles needed a friend. A reminder that the future was louder than the past. 

You befriended the quiet, tortured boy. Figured out why he hid in the shadows. What he was trying to hide from.

He didn’t just let you in that night. He let the darkness in as well.

“We should…we should go,” you pant as he trails his open-mouthed and desperate kisses along your jaw. “They’ll be here soon, and you know Hotch won’t let this go—”

“Don’t fucking care,” he whispers, fingers slipping up the inside of your thighs as he kicks your feet apart. “Don’t care, Angel. Know you don’t, either.”

Your eyes roll back as he cups the back of your neck just to bite on your bottom lip. As he takes. “I care about keeping you safe—”

“M’safe right fucking here. Right here, with you.”

You whine when you feel him press the heel of his hand to your clit, rolling his wrist just to watch you squirm. “Stiles—”

“What?”

You gasp for air. “We have to go—”

“Not yet. Not until I get what I came for.”

“Stiles—”

“What?” he whispers, nose against your cheek as he slips his fingers inside. As he curls and beckons you toward what you want. What you both want. “You know the deal. Know it’s all for you—”

“Fuck.” Your head falls back against the wall with a thump. You’re not even sure how you’re still standing or why he’s so set on doing this now, but you suppose he’s right. A deal was made that day in the woods. A deal you can’t exactly opt out of and wouldn’t want to if you could. 

“If you wanna go so bad…” he murmurs as he drags his teeth along the outer shell of your ear. “…then I guess you better give me what I want.”

He wants to ruin you. See tears streaming down your face as you beg him for the power he wields. For the euphoria that comes from the dark kitsune spirit. For the touch that bends you, the touch that breaks you, the touch that belongs to nobody else but him.

The lifeless bodies on the floor, the blood painted across the walls, the strife he’s caused here…that’s only the tip of the iceberg. It’s only a fraction of what he feeds off of. 

What he truly needs to survive…is you.

You know this. You’ve always known this. And you adore it, truthfully. Adore the way your body, your pleasure, your pain is his destiny. Is the reason he exists. The way he spends each moment tortured by the thought of consuming you. 

It’s what drives him.

Like now. With all this chaos in the air (and on the floor), he can’t leave, he can’t move on until he gets what he really came for.

You.

And you’re not cruel. You’re not unfair. You’ll give him exactly what he wants, and you’ll do it gleefully.

He growls in the back of his throat when he feels you clench around his fingers. When he feels your nails scratch down his white shirt that’s stained crimson. When he feels you finally let yourself go.

And each kiss, each bite, each thrust is made for you. To own you, to have you, to ravish you. 

Stiles Stilinski is many things.

Focused has always been one of them.

You can hear the sirens in the distance. The fleet of vehicles as they surround the building and screech to a stop. The sounds of stomping boots and the cocking of guns as they yell their orders and positions.

They’ve come to take him away.

And while Spencer has always done a rather good job of giving you both a head start, you don’t imagine Stiles’ old boss will be pleased to see him at the center of this unjust crime.

So, just before they can swing the doors to the hotel lobby open, you give him what he wants. You gasp his name and fall into his arms as he carries you through the moment. As he whispers, “S’a good fucking girl,” over and over until you wilt into his chest in an attempt to catch your breath. 

And he seethes your name under his breath, the power you’ve just given him unlike any other. The rush of control and dominance almost enough to knock him off his feet. 

But you’re both out of time. You can hear the sound of Hotch’s voice as he leads his men toward the hallway you both currently reside in. 

And as Stiles leans back, ready to flee, you catch his eye. His smug smile rather victorious and so fucking pleased as he takes your hand and yanks you away from the wall.

You manage to slip through the emergency exit in seconds before you race down the steps, away from the mess you helped create and toward your getaway car.

Tonight, he got lucky. You both did. Perhaps next time, you won’t be able to say the same. 

But then again...you suppose you’ll just have to wait to find out.

I’m in a Stiles mood, sorry 😭

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

[loonylupinblack3]

Pairing: Void/Stiles x reader

Warnings: surprisingly not many, unrequited love??, scary void??, mentions of murder/killing/death threats???

Summary: void corners you in the empty school and gives some insightful advice

Word count: 1.9k

“Void?” you breathed into the darkness.

Silence answered you, unsettling you more than you’d care to admit. You looked around the dim classroom, feeling your nerves dance in your stomach. The school was dark when the power was off. So dark that you could barely see to the other end of the room.

“Is anyone there?” you asked again, feeling panic claw at your throat as you waited for a response, every muscle in your body tensed.

Yet when you still didn’t get an answer, you started breathing a little easier. Maybe he wasn’t here. Maybe you could go home to your friends and forget about ever hearing that voicemail on your phone, threatening your family if you didn’t come to the school to meet up with him. To meet up with Void.

You let out another breath, letting your shoulders relax slightly as you turned towards the door. Void wasn’t here, and though that could mean you were here as a distraction, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you didn’t have to see him. The Nogistune was truly terrifying, a supernatural creature you had no want to get to know.

“Going so soon?”

You froze, feeling like you’d just been dowsed in cold water. The hairs on your neck stood up as a wave of nausea hit you. Even still you didn’t turn around. You just stood there, rooted to the spot with your eyes squeezed shut, begging for this all to be a dream.

You heard Void’s soft footsteps as he walked up behind you, barely breathing. You waited with bated breath for him to say something, do something, but he just stood there behind you, enjoying the sight of your fear.

Suddenly you felt a finger trace your jaw and your eyes flew open to find Void standing right in front of you, a small smirk curled onto his face. You glanced behind you, but no one was there. When had he moved in front of you? Why hadn’t you heard him? You felt queasy as you thought of how silent Void had been, how he had purposely let you hear his footsteps, all to see you tremble before him. It was sick. He was sick.

You stared up at him, at the face that was once so familiar, now distorted and wrong, trying to find some shred of dignity inside of you. You didn’t want to seem afraid, but how could you hide your fear when he could smell it? When he feasted upon the very terror you were trying to hide from him?

Void stared right back at you, the smirk on his face slowly growing. He had bags under his eyes and he was very pale. You could only imagine Stiles was looking even worse, which made your stomach lurch.

“I’m glad you came,” Void finally spoke, the hairs on your arms rising just at the sound of his voice.

You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your heartbeat as he took a step forward, trailing his finger down to your throat, resting on your racing pulse. He smiled, his eyes flicking up to your face where he could no doubt see the terror written all over you, no matter your attempts to hide it away.

He grinned, the sight making your stomach drop. “Are you glad you came?”

Not really, you thought wryly, still able to keep your sarcastic demeanour even in serious situations. It was one of the reasons you and Stiles became friends so quickly; you were both too sarcastic for your own good. You knew in this moment though, where you were alone in an empty school with a Nogistune, that sarcasm would not help you.

So instead you just stayed silent, hoping Void would get to the point of why you were here. His hand was still on your pulse, which was unnerving you nearly as much as how close the Nogistune was to you, barely a breath away.

Void raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Not in a talking mood?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Void stared at you, cocking his head to the side as he raised his hand to lightly brush along your cheek. You did your best not to flinch, standing as rigid as a statue as you waited for him to be done with whatever he was doing. It was pathetic, you knew, but you didn’t have much of an option. You weren’t powerful like Scott or smart like Lydia. You couldn’t grow claws or punch with enough force to break walls. You were just an average human, one that Void could toy with however he wanted, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Void asked, finally taking a step back.

Immediately you felt some weight on your lungs lift. You no longer felt like you were suffocating, because now you actually had space to breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but they were back open and alert as soon as he continued speaking.

“I asked you to come here because I have a theory.”

Curious, you couldn’t help but ask, “what theory?”

Void grinned, beckoning you closer with his hand. Reluctantly, you took a small step closer, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Void because he grabbed on your wrist and tugged you closer until you were flush against his chest.

Void looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as an unreadable expression took over his face. “Stiles Stilinski is in love with you.”

You stared at Void, momentarily caught off guard. Stiles, in love with you? You’d been helplessly in love with him for years, yet you’d always believed it was unrequited, what with Stiles’ infatuation with Lydia, but now here Void was, telling you he was in love with you, and he’d know better than anyone wouldn’t he, having possessed him and all.

Even so you couldn’t bring yourself to completely believe him. There was the doubt that had followed you around for years holding you back, the doubt that came in the form of Stiles staring longingly at Lydia, or the smile she’d put on his face that you’d never managed to do.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, relieved that your voice didn’t waver like you’d feared it might.

Void looked at you pityingly. “Oh don’t worry, he loves Lydia more, if that’s what you were wondering.”

It felt like a kick to the stomach. You knew he preferred Lydia over you, knew he loved her more, but to actually here it be said, be confirmed, was worse than you could have ever imagined. It felt like all your dreams were being crushed, like your heart was being squeezed as hard as possible, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to your chest.

After everything you’d done for him. Every night spent doing his homework for him because he had gotton side tracked with helping Scott. Every time you picked him up after he fell, not Lydia. Every time you comforted when he was upset, letting him cry on your shoulder while Lydia was who knows where. It was you who had helped him all those times, you who had been there for him through everything, you who loved him endlessly, yet he’d choose Lydia over you in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t fair, and it angered you beyond measure. Instead of focusing on your grief, you focused on the rage, knowing it would help you in this situation more than sadness ever could. Anger was a weapon, something Derek had taught you early on, and you intended to use it as such.

“That’s not what I asked,” you eventually said. “I asked how you knew.”

Void raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your change of attitude. “Well, it ties in with my theory, you see. I split myself from Stiles, but in doing so I seemed to take a bit of him with me, as he took a bit of me with him. Now, I’m not sure what that part of me might have manifested into. It could be aggression, distrust, or anything, really, but I think I’ve figured out what his part manifested into.”

You couldn’t help but cross your arms, irritated at his monologue. You had just gotton your heart torn in two, yet he didn’t seem to care as he talked riddles at you. You’d asked him a simple question; you wanted a simple answer in return. “Which is?”

Void’s lips curved into a smirk as he stared at you. “I thought it would be obvious.” At your silence he continued. “It manifested into his love for you.”

You couldn’t help the “oh” that tumbled out of your mouth at his words. This whole confrontation was starting to make a bit more sense, now that you had all the information. This meant, though, that Void was in love with you. Void, a Nogistune that had killed countless people, was in love with you. What were you supposed to do with that?

“Why are you telling me this?” you finally managed to say.

He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes hungry as he stared you. “Because I want you to join me, Y/n. Stiles doesn’t deserve you, he never will. All these people you call friends will sacrifice you without a second thought if it meant saving someone else. You will always be a second choice if you stay there.”

You stared at him, a million thoughts racing through your mind at his request. Join Void? Could you really stand against your friends? Fight against them? The people who you’d known for years, who had always stuck by your side?

Not always, a vicious voice spoke in your mind. Void is right. You’re always a second choice to them. Always second best, when you deserve to be first. He had spoken all your doubts aloud, cementing them in truth. You’d always ignored them, but now that Void had acknowledged them you weren’t sure you could anymore.

Didn’t you want to be someone’s first choice? Didn’t you deserve it? After everything you’ve done for all of them, and they couldn’t even care enough to put you first. The familiar feeling of anger returned, and you remembered your goal to use it as a weapon. You hadn’t thought you’d use it against your friends, but then again, aren’t they the reason you were angry in the first place? Don’t they deserve to feel your anger, to know what pain you’d gone through?

You looked up at Void, searching his face for any hint of doubt, any hint that he didn’t actually want this. He only stared back at you hungrily, waiting for you to make your decision.

And you did.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him close, pressing your lips against him fiercely. He returned the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You melted into the kiss, letting him explore your mouth and give you pleasure with every flick of his tongue. You held onto him tighter, relishing in the way he made you feel. No one had made you feel like this, made you feel as powerful as you did in this moment. You could tell that Void wanted you, the way he gave a sound of approval from his throat when you pulled him even closer.

He lifted you up on to a desk, moving between your legs and you dutifully wrapped them around him, your hands pressing against his chest. Void tilted your head to the side to get better access to your mouth, one of his hands going to your hair and entangling them in it.

You felt powerful, and you knew you’d get revenge on you so called ‘friends’, with Void right by your side.

[fionajames]

Lemme request something Void! related. Preferably Sterek. No x reader please. Even just Sterek friendship!

Devoid of All Emotion

A/N: OML TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Now to explain, I would ship Sterek but the thing is, yk, the age gap, so unless it's an au or a few years into the future when it's more natural, I view Stiles and Derek as platonic soulmates. I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE, TEEN WOLF PEOPLE, SEND REQUESTS.

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Three seconds breath in, three seconds hold, three seconds breath out. 

Three in, three hold, three out.

In, hold, out.

Three, three, three.

The rhythmic breathing was beginning to ache in his chest as the man exhaled steadily, attempting to steel himself as he stared at the orange hues of sunset. Inside the apartment, beyond the door, he could hear the Sheriff’s attempt at resurfacing whatever remained of his son.

In, hold, out.

Derek glanced to his side, where Allison was gnawing on the ends of her fingernails, glancing to her dad every few moments. He could smell the anxiety rolling off of her, grief twisting with it as she sighed loudly. Emotional pain drifted in the air, stronger and heavier than anything else.

“You’re not my son,” the words floated into Derek’s ears as the tiny flickering spark of hope in his stomach was quenched with the snapping sound of metal being broken. Stiles was gone. He blinked languidly, his own grief growing inside of him. 

Argent was the calmest one present, as predicted, and waves of chilling cool rolled off of him. It was relieving to Derek’s overwhelmed senses, and he focused on that instead of Allison’s frantic panic as they entered the loft.

He followed Argent with monotonous steps, watching out of the corner of his eye as Allison sucked in a breath, positioning herself diagonally from Stiles. 

No, a voice in his head rasped, and Derek scanned the boy’s face hopelessly. That’s not Stiles.

Abruptly the weight of the situation came crashing down on him. That wasn’t Stiles in front of him, that was the Nogitsune, controlling the boy he once knew. Stiles was smart and mischievous, witty and quick-thinking, but he had this bubbly energy that had originally annoyed Derek to all ends. 

But now, he would give anything for a cheerful humorous quip to come from Stiles’ lips, instead, the Nogitsune watched contently, as though everything he’d planned was slotting into place. It was using Stiles’ body like a puppet, and Derek could practically picture the red strings tied to the boy’s every limb, controlling his every move.

Allison attempted to tase the Nogitsune, but it raised its fists effortlessly and caught the electricity. Sure, Derek hadn’t thought the taser would affect the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to catch it. He pushed down the fear rising in his stomach, trying desperately to picture something other than Stiles in front of him.

And then the Nogitsune yanked the electricity, and Allison’s eyes grew wide with horror as the taser was ripped from her grip with careless ease, thrown to the side of the room. 

Rage washed over Derek as he stared at the monster in front of him, controlling Stiles’ body and taunting him without even realising. It was as though someone had taken a blade dripping with wolfsbane and plunged it through his heart, twisting constantly. 

He’d been too afraid to admit it, even to himself, but Derek was aware his anchor had changed. The moment he’d met Stiles’ teary eyed gaze in this very same place, nearly two months before, he’d known. It had taken him a mere matter of seconds to believe the words that came from Stiles’ mouth, and with that Scott’s. He’d nearly killed Jen– the Darach right then and there.

Stiles was a cheerful boy, even if he had darkness inside of him that he rarely talked about. Derek was aware of how soulmates worked, whether they were platonic or romantic, it took a werewolf - or were creature of some sort - to feel the bond. He hadn’t recognised it at first, but Stiles was in fact his other half, and even though there were no romantic connections tying them together, Derek loathed the idea of hurting him.

But this wasn’t Stiles, this was the Nogitsune.

Derek snarled and lunged forward, aiming to grab the back of the boy’s head, only for the Nogitsune to grab him by the arm and twist. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he heard and felt his arm break as his shirt was grabbed and his head was slammed into the table. In one swift motion he was thrown into the pillar, and he groaned when pain erupted from his ribs as his back hit the plaster and he fell to the floor.

Not Stiles, he told himself. Nogitsune.

A click ran through the room, and Derek lifted his head to stare at Argent through the haze of pain glazing over his eyes. The sound of safety being switched off on a gun. Said gun was pointed directly at Stiles’ head. It didn’t matter if it was the Nogitsune, because that was Stiles’ body it was controlling, and a bullet to the head would kill him.

“Argent, listen to me,” the Sheriff began, reaching out a hand as though to calm a frightened animal. “Don’t do this.” Derek rose to his feet, because even though he was sure he’d broken a few ribs and it hurt like hell - even though it would heal - he wasn’t going to just watch Argent shoot his anchor. 

Not just his anchor, his other half.

“Why not?” Argent mused calmly, but Derek could smell the tinge of guilt amongst the collected calm. “I’ve done it before; werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.” The Sheriff responded immediately, raising his gun and clicking off the safety smoothly, pointing it at Argent’s head.

Derek saw Stiles’ mouth form an ‘o’, eyes widening and brows shooting up, as though he wasn’t surprised, just amused. It made him feel sick. 

Argent glanced at the Sheriff. “You’re not gonna shoot my son,” the man told him firmly, and the stench of fear spilling off of him was acidic to Derek’s senses.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff,” Argent told him, turning back to look at the Nogitsune. “That’s not your son.” The Nogitsune tilted Stiles’ head mockingly, taunting Argent silently, teasing him. Derek wanted to scream.

“Put it down,” the Sheriff firmly ordered, yet Argent didn’t flinch. “Put it down.”

“Dad, he’s gonna shoot me,” the Nogitsune whispered, fear seeping through its words. But the fear was fake, an attempt to guilt trip the Sheriff into listening. Derek reminded himself yet again; this was the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Not his Stiles. “He’s gonna kill me, Dad.”

“Put the gun down,” the Sheriff repeated, glancing at the body of his son again. 

“Don’t listen,” Argent told him.

“Put it down!” The Sheriff’s voice grew louder and stronger. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

The Nogitsune turned Stiles’ head, staring Argent in the eyes. And yet, as it spoke, something inside of Derek tinged, and he knew that the words were Stiles’, not the spirit’s. “Pull the trigger, come on.” The Nogitsune was playing it off as a taunt, but Derek could feel the heavy presence of Stiles in the words, begging Argent to kill him so the spirit would leave.

Horror was swimming in Derek’s stomach, getting harder and harder to push down. He wanted to grab Stiles and drag him away, but this wasn’t Stiles. Yet, it had Stiles’ body, and if any harm came to the boy’s body, it wasn’t just affecting the Nogitsune. It was doing well, and he knew that, it was pulling on everyone’s heartstrings and taunting them into doing exactly what it wanted.

Derek hated it.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” The Sheriff shouted, and Derek watched the horror melt Argent’s features, as though he realised exactly what was happening.

“Dad!” Allison pleaded, and Derek wanted to join her in begging them to stop, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from Stiles’ face. Devoid of all emotion, completely void. 

“Shoot me!” Stiles screamed, and yet again, it was Stiles. The Nogitsune couldn’t completely control the boy, but it was manipulating his body language and tone, but the words themselves were all Stiles. Derek despised it. This was Stiles, his anchor, his other half, begging for Argent to put a bullet through his head to save his friends, to save everyone. Stiles begging for his own death. It filled Derek with a new kind of emotion, one he couldn’t quite decipher, but it was strong.

“Put the gun down!”

“Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

“Strife,” came Allison’s whisper, and Derek’s gaze broke from Stiles’ face, realisation hitting him. The colours of sunset were fading to darkness, and his heart ached. The Onii were on their way, on their way to kill the Nogitsune, and in the process, Stiles. His Stiles.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

“Stop!” Allison screeched. “Stop it! This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!”

“Not exactly,” the Nogitsune intervened, and a rush of sharp coldness like an icy river shot through Derek’s soul, engulfing him in frigid iciness. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to protect me.”

The Nogitsune turned and stepped backwards, between the Sheriff and Argent as four dark figures materialised out of nowhere. The Onii slashed the swords ominously, and Derek hated to admit that the Nogitsune was right. He wasn’t going to let the shadowy figures even brush against Stiles. Never.

And then the two men opened fire on the shadows, and Derek slipped round to meet Allison on the other side, encircling Stiles. 

The fight was a blur, literally, because the Onii seemed to be pure shadow. At some point, one of their swords sliced Derek’s shoulder, and he cried out in pain. They eventually dissipated, and when he turned around, Stiles was gone, nowhere to be seen. The others left shortly after.

A sigh escaped his lips as he splashed his face with water as the ache in his chest grew, licking up inside his throat and burning. His other half was out there somewhere, trapped inside his own body with no control as the Nogitsune continued to puppet him.

The idea sent more rage rocketing through Derek’s body and he leaned his forehead against the wall. Nothing was ever simple in Beacon Hills, and now they had to somehow yank a spirit from a human boy’s body. 

But they would, Derek knew that. Because he wasn’t going to give up until Stiles was back and the Nogitsune was gone. Whatever it took.

A/N: tysm for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!!!! please send requests, im actually begging you.

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, dm me if you wish to be added or removed)

[camellcat]

to go ahead and start off my new awesome Teen Wolf obsession, here are some Void Stiles doodles as I try and figure out how I wanna draw him

up next: Scott McCall (and more Stiles) :D

[stilinskikisses]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 ~ MOODBOARD

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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| 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒚, 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 18+

☆ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹: 💋

☆ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻: ❤️‍🔥

☆ 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻: 🖤

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SUMMARY: Y/n L/n is a normal Beacon Hills student. She gets good grades is very popular especially with the boys ;). Particularly one boy her chemistry partner. Stiles Stilinski. The boy has been pining over the girl since she arrived to the school freshmen year, learning every fact about her and spending each day romanticizing ever single interaction with her.

But what happens when void takes over controlling Stiles body. Learning his mind only to find out the girl he’s been head over heels for is something beyond her vision something so powerful, something so valuable to the nogitsune. The connection between the two making void also pining after the girl.

His plan is simple, get the girl and use her for a energy source. But will he be successful? What happens to Stiles? What will the pack say? What will Y/n say.

| 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 |

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹(𝑺) 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 <3

CHAPTER ONE - LOOSING FAITH 🖤💋

CHAPTER TWO - FINDING FAITH 🖤

CHAPTER THREE - DISTURBING TRUTHS 💋

CHAPTER FOUR - MINE ❤️‍🔥🖤

CHAPTER FIVE - LOCK ME UP 🖤

CHAPTER SIX - BABY, 🖤

CHAPTER SEVEN - SLUT! 🖤

CHAPTER EIGHT - BEYOND US🖤

CHAPTER NINE - TRUE ALPHA 🖤💋

CHAPTER TEN - FAITH WITH IN US ❤️‍🔥

| Trust me there will be so many more chapters these are just all the ones I have planned so far / started drafting in my notes |

This is a work in progress and I will still be posting one shots during this so the series will probably take awhile my goal is to get chapter one done by tmr!

xoxo Layla

[theonlyblackcanary]

I only have a season 1 DVD of teen wolf like I mentioned before. But I have a question, do the first three seasons have good moments for Derek & Stiles in canon? Because I do want to watch before Malia happens, so I can pretend nothing past season 3 happened.

Good Sterek moments??? Buckle up buckaroo

Season one:. Derek is shot with a wolfsbane bullet and goes to the school to find Scott, but even though he's delirious and sick he manages to find Stiles in his Jeep in the parking lot and collapses in front of it. Throughout the rest of the episode Derek basically threatens Stiles to not go to Derek's house while he can't defend himself but there's no hint of seriousness about it. Also Derek asks Stiles to cut off his arm and Stiles comes really close to doing it. Scott ends up running in with the bullet Derek needs but Derek passes out and drops it. Should be noted Stiles does this while trying to get him to wake up

Season two: Derek and his beta Erica interrogate Stiles about what attacked him, the Kanima, no spoilers who the kanima is, when the kanima appears and knocks Erica unconscious. Derek immediately went into a protective position in front of Stiles.

He tells Stiles to run before the kanima cuts the back of Derek's neck, paralyzing him. Meaning with Erica knocked out and Derek losing feeling in his body, Stiles is literally the only person who can protect Derek. And then while carrying Derek and trying to grab his phone, Stiles accidentally drops Derek in the pool.

For two hours Stiles has to hold a werewolf above water to keep him from drowning. Even diving all the way to the bottom to save Derek after Stiles finally gets his phone and calls Scott, only for Scott to immediately hang up on him.

Season three unfortunately does not have a lot of Sterek moments, but there's a couple I really like.

One: Derek's beta Boyd is killed by Derek when the Alpha pack forces him to. Stiles comforts Derek after the fact.

Two. When the Nogitsune possesses Stiles, Derek tries to fight him but Void kicks his ass. Chris Argent, a hunter, immediately points a gun at Stiles and you can see Derek in the background looking like he was about to jump in front of him. Also should be noted that Stiles made a chessboard of the pack and had Derek as the king piece

[slut4thebroken]

Dylan O’Brien’s Characters Masterlist

Smut - ❤️

Fluff - ✨

Angst - 🖤

Dark content - ❗️ (noncon elements)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

main masterlist

𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅:

༺˚ʚ Stiles Stilinski ɞ˚༻

Enemies With Benefits ❤️ 🖤 ✨ (on hold)

Stalker!reader hcs pt. 1

Stalker!reader hcs pt. 2

༺˚ʚ Mitch Rapp ɞ˚༻

Russian Roulette ❤️

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔:

༺˚ʚ Void Stiles ɞ˚༻

Untitled dub con knife play one shot

[fandom-imagination-ss]

IMAGINE: Derek hale destroying your tire so you can't leave Mid fight

You and Derek rarely have fights.

Not since you graduated high school and told Scott and his pack to Suck it.

Between your cousin Scott lying to you for years about the werewolf thing, being shot in my shoulder by Stiles / Void Stiles by an Arrow. And getting No explanation for it. No one told you what he'll be going on. Until Peter mentioned it and Derek tried to shield you from the truth. It only made you mad. So when Graduated you just left no goodbyes nothing.

But time changes a person, you Forgave your cousin, his hot best friend Stiles, and when Life gave you a curve ball and you returned to Beacon Hill. you gladly became friends with Malia and Started Dating Derek. 

the Fight was Stupid. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering Fight, it was a simple Stupid Fight. Derek Forgot about your Dinner date. that you were looking forward to all week. because he was so focused On work fixing a Fancy car. the Idiot who brought in the classic Car. had the Brilliant Idea that if he put Painters’ tape throughout the Entire Car. covering Every Inch of the Car it would protect the paint job... Between the Heat of the Sun beating down on the moving car. and the fact. he used cheap ass painter’s tape. he destroyed the car.. the tape he started peeling off. and took Large chunks of the paint. 

Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal that Derek forgot about Date night. bot after the week of hell you dealt with your co-workers. your boss putting a pass at you. again. and you have to file another report to HR. who just swept it under the Rug and then dealt with Eli. Stealing the Jeep Again for the fifth time. this month, and to Top it all off you were Late... you only realized it today once you were getting ready for date night that you weren’t just a little late. you were 3 weeks late. your Plan was to have a wonderful Date night with your man. Slip off to the pharmacy to snag a pregnancy test and hope along and take it. in the store. because you knew. that Derek and Eli would find it at home. That was your Mission for the night. But Derek came home covered in Grease complaining about how the painter taped around the exhaust pipe that the idiot put on. burnt the pipe. and that led to discovering the Oil was leaking and it was a bigger task than he expected. you stood wearing your summer dress with a jean jacket as he looked at you stunned, “why are you dressed all cute?” 

“Date night?’ 

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘rain check? I’m exhausted?” he walked over kissing your head as he suggested ordering a Pizza instead as you called him a butthead.  and grabbed your keys and decided you would go to Walgreens and Skip Part 1 of your plans. and go straight to getting the Test. you were sitting in your car at a Red light. the road was empty. as the light turned green. your Car jumped. but didn’t move. you quickly turned to see Derek standing behind your car. as he’s claws were slowly going back to normal. your jaw dropped as you quickly un did your seatbelt as you shot out. seeing he sliced your back seat driver side tire. 

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” Screaming you walked over lookign at your tire it was ruined no fixing it. you would have to replace it complete.y “My Car!” 

‘you don’t get to just Leave!” Derek was trying to contain his anger as you looked up at him. 

“I was coming right Back after I hit Walgreen you Jack ass!” 

‘you called me Butthead!” 

your anger was sidetracked at hearing the hurt ins his voice hearing him say that as you blinked stunned, “I’ve called you So much worst! your fixing this!’ Derek crossed his arms tightly as he snapped, “the last time you called me a butt head you disappeared for three years! you don’t get to just leave because I forgot date night!” 

“I was just going to Walgreens! I wasn’t Leaving! I stormed off  yes but I intended to COME BACK!” you groaned as he spoke, ‘what was so important that you needed to go to Walgreen you sick?’ 

“No. I just- needed.. female products.” 

A pregnancy test counts don’t it?  you hoped he couldn’t tell the difference as he stared at you, “I’ll fix your car. and we can go-” 

you shook your head as you crossed your arms, “you can fix my car, and we Can go home! and we are getting burgers. and im getting a milkshake and we are going to watch whatever i want! I can’t believe you Jump from Butthead to me Running off? where would I go? your my Heart!” 

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, “it was Rough the first time you left.. you just called me a fucking Butthead and then you were gone i didn’t even get to know hwere you were” 

“Derek- to be fair.. we weren’t close back then you kept your distance.- I would Never leave you.. if i leave you- i’m taking you with me. i’ll stuff you into my trunk- your stuck with me forever.” 

he nodded his head stepping over as he cupped your head softly, “im sorry - I overreacted and broke your Car.” 

you nodded your head, “Sorry I called you a butthead and stormed off I just- it’s been a rough week.. and I was looking forward to just you and me time.” he sighed heavily soothing your hair, ‘you did look beautiful. you do look beautiful, lets get this car fixed and go have a date.” you smiled weakly as you spoke, “by the time you fix the tire, i’ll be passed beauitful and want to go home.. Lets just fix it. and go home. and order in.” he nodded his head saying okay kissing your lips as he pulled back as you helped him take your tire off, and use your replacement. that he forced you to have in your trunk. when the car was fixed you kissed him and said you would meet him at home as you drove to Walgreens. 

you only ever taken a pregnancy test Once, when you were in university. your roommate was worried about taking one so you took one with her. you weren’t pregnant. you weren’t at all in danger of having a bun in the oven. but Now? Now you were in a relationship with a guy who looks like the Greek Gods carved out out of marble! your relationship was at the ‘honeymood” stage... bene together for almost six years. and your “Fun time” was Very much Healthy Relationship. and Sure.. Sometimes you both get caught in the moment and forgot to be smart. and responsible! 

Which as you stood at the walgreens counter paying for your Pregnancy Test yo were shocked you were here. buying a test. Sure Rationally you knew, you weren’t excatly “Safe’ 100% of the time.. especially lately. But it still surprised you. you were just paying when Derek came in. and caught sight of you instantly. he’s eyes grew large seeing you holding pregnancy box as he fainted. 

Nothing could perpare you for seeing your boyfriend. falling forward completely passed out in shock as you bolted over to him as you rubbed his arm trying to wake him. he woke up instantly as he looked at you as he spoke, ‘your pregnate?” 

you shook your head, ‘no- well I mean.. I dont kow..” 

“were you going to tell me?” 

“yea.. after i took the test.. I didn’t- I didn’t think taking the test at home would be a good idea..” 

Derek got to his feet as you helped him as he spoke, “why not?’ 

“Derek I was hoping to surprise you with the news.” he rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘okay.... Lets go take it.” 

“What?” he grabbed the box as he spoke, ‘come on. they have a public bathroom.’ 

you laughed but was shocked as he picked you up as you gasped he hosted you over his shoulder as you gasped loudly. as he headed to the bathrooms. getitng itno the  womens bathroom he went to the wheelchair accessable stall and put you down as he spoke, “here you go.” 

he handed the box to you as you spoke, ‘thanks..... we never talked about babies..”  

he nodded his head as he spoke, “I would Love- if you aren’t pregnate.. can we have a baby?” 

you couldn’t help but smile at the way he asked as if he was asking for a puppy. “you want a baby?”  he nodded his head, “I want to have a baby with you. i want our family to grow. I always wanted a big family. you want kids. we talked about this.” 

‘yea- Like on our first date! Derek!” 

“is it cause we aren’t married yet? Because i’ll pospose right here and we can elope oyu never wanted a big fuss of a wedding!” you couldn’t help but smile. you shook your head fast. 

“as much as getting postpose to in the bathroom. is intoxicating. can we pick another time to ask me.. Like when we aren’t in a public bathroom?” 

he sighed heavily as he stepped over, “just- can you pee on the stick? I want to know.” 

you chuckled as you spoke, “well- leave the stall and I’ll do the test.” 

“can’t i stay?” you laughed as you shook your head, “No sicko go!” he grinned slippng out as he closed the stall door as he stayed in the bathroom. you rolled your eyes. Even if he went outside he would still listen in. that’s the problem with having a wereowlf boyfriend. you did what the test required as you walked out. ‘would- it be 50/50 if it’s like you or me right?” 

“yea why? does it matter?” 

“well Yea! if im gonna nurse i dont want my bits bite off! Oh my god! what if i ahve the baby on a full moon! Derek! does it matter? what if-” derek stopped your rambling as he cupped your face softly, “I would be right there to help, and it wouldn’t be like that. just a little babe. and the powers awaken later.” you nodded your head relieved to that as he spoke, ‘So you would want it?” 

you nodded your head softly, “A Chance to see you with daughters. Hell yea.” 

he chuckled softly as he spoke, “not a boy?” 

“Nope a girl.” he smiled to that as you reached up cupping his face kissing him. when the 2 minutes were up. it was your time to faint. as Derek caught you. you were infact. pregnant.

[mikatheseer]

We interrupt this multi-chapter sterek fluffsmut fanfic to bring you a Void Derek vs Void Stiles one shot AHAHA WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF

[moonlightazriel]

☽ Stiles Masterlist ☾

☽ One Shots ☾

☽ Void!Stiles Drabble

[freedomfireflies]

Weedboiii Void | 9. Bullshit

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 2.2k

The silence is deafening. 

It follows her throughout the rest of the day and well into the night. At first, Royal was grateful for the quiet. For the peace. A moment of reprieve from the nightmare she’s been living these past few months. Years, really.

Now? Now she feels alone. Which is exactly what she’d thought she wanted but as it turns out…she misses him.

Both of them.

The moment Void made a home in her mind, he vanished. She tried to call him back out, tried to talk to him, maybe even understand him. 

But the Nogitsune did what it does best. It took. Took each ounce of the pain she’d grown so used to living with and fed. 

As the moments passed, her body grew weary, and she wilted down onto her bed where she remained for the rest of the evening.

She didn’t see Colin at dinner. Didn’t find him in the Rec Room or the Quiet Room or even in group. He wasn’t lurking in the hallways, and he never showed up in the bathroom when she took her shower.

He was angry with her.

Which Royal supposes is rather fair, although she doesn’t quite know why he’s so upset. She imagines he should be pleased with this newfound freedom. In fact, he’s probably having the time of his life now that he no longer has a dark fox spirit living inside his soul.

Nevertheless, the look Lawson gave her when she met his eye in the cafeteria earlier told her everything she needed to know.

She doesn’t know if she can really have called them friends. Maybe friendly at best. Yet, even still, she feels a sort of hollowness now that he’s written her off. 

She wonders why that is.

When Void refuses to make his appearance that morning, Royal curses him under her breath and heads to the Reading Room. 

She doesn’t have much energy for anything else. As it turns out, giving your body to a thousand-year-old evil spirit takes quite a toll on you. Even more so than death itself. So, she curls up into her favorite chair and flips open one of the only novels available.

It’s boring and the plot falls rather flat, but she flips through the pages mindlessly, anyway. After all, this is what she did before Colin. She doesn’t see why that should change now.

She’s just begun chapter nine when she sees him walk in. He’s with Lawson, engaged in conversation, and doesn’t bother to glance over as they make their way for the board games.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he runs a hand through the dirty, blonde strands but immediately forces herself to remain indifferent. He doesn’t want her to notice him. Doesn’t want her to care. So, she looks back down at the book, and wills herself to focus on anything but him.

She hears their voices from across the room. Laughing and joking about something she doesn’t catch and shakes her head when she realizes she’s becoming invested in the sound of his voice.

The book, she thinks. Just read your fucking book.

Still, that doesn’t stop her ears from picking up the mangled pieces of their discussion as they slide their checker pieces across the board. 

“—s’fucking stupid, anyway,” Colin is saying, huffing a bit as he shakes his head. “No, really, it’s not—”

She frowns when she loses the rest of what he says, glaring at the page before her as she leans forward in an attempt to hear.

“—if you just talk to her,” Lawson replies. “M’not saying you gotta be mates or anything, I just don’t think—”

“—fucking lied to me, all right—”

“—all right, fine. Don’t have to take the piss out of me—”

“—fucking doesn’t even care—”

“—doesn’t mean she’s not—”

“—already said I wouldn’t—”

“—s’not like you really have anything to lose…right?” Lawson sighs, and Royal finally looks up.

Colin is glaring at their game, arms on the table as the veins pull at this skin. “It’s not about that.”

“Then what?”

He looks up. Meets her eye and her breath hitches. She wonders how long he’s known she’s been listening. Or even that she was in the room.

But instead of shouting at her, which she half expected him to do, he narrows his eyes and stands quickly from the table. Then, he turns on his heel and strides for the hallway, leaving Lawson, the game, and her behind.

Her heart sinks as she slumps against the chair and stares at her lap. She’s not exactly sure what she wanted him to do instead. Maybe she thought he’d at least…nod at her? Give her some semblance of sympathy or maybe even—

“Are you gonna fucking follow me or what?” she suddenly hears a familiar voice hiss, and she looks up to see Colin peeking his head back through the door to glare at her.

She blinks. “I…no, I promise I wasn’t—”

“Well seeing as you have this incessant need to follow me every time I leave a room, I figured you were going to,” he huffs. “And I’m clearly annoyed, so…are you coming or not?”

She blinks again. “I…I…”

He raises a brow expectantly and she quickly tosses the book to the side and stands to her feet before trailing her way over to him.

He scoffs under his breath as he pushes off the doorframe and begins to walk a bit further down the hall, back to her as she finally approaches. 

After a few moments of silence, she realizes he doesn’t plan on being the first to speak. So, she calls rather hesitantly, “I thought…I thought you weren’t talking to me anymore.”

A pause. “I’m not,” he replies, head turning toward his shoulder. “I just…I want…I want…”

She begins to pick at the string on her shirt nervously, a bit hesitant about his admission. “What do you want?”

His lips purse, muscles in his jaw clenching as he glares at the linoleum floor. His head shakes once. “I don’t fucking know. But I don’t want this.”

Her head bows, ashamed. “I’m sorry.”

He lets out a bitter snort. “No you’re not.”

No. She’s not. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“But you knew it would,” he bites back, finally turning to meet her eye. “You knew. You had to fucking know—”

“No, I—” She steps forward. “No, I just…I thought I could help you. I could give you some peace—”

“I said no, Royal,” he barks, and she leans back. “I said fucking no. I didn’t…fuck, I didn’t want you to just—I said no.”

“But why?” she repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, cautiously taking another step. “Don’t you wanna go back to your life outside? Back to your weed and your Kardashians, and everything else? Don’t you wanna live?”

“I want…” He stops, eyes returning to the floor as if punishing himself for almost revealing the truth. “Well, I guess it doesn’t fucking matter what I want now, does it?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek as she looks away from him. She’s not ashamed of her choice. She doesn’t regret it. But she does see the pain she’s caused him. A different pain. The kind he can’t give away.

Her head lifts. She looks at the curve of his nose. The little moles scattered across his skin. “I’m sorry,” she offers one last time, despite how empty the sentiment is. 

He says nothing. Frowns a bit harder, unsatisfied with her meaningless apology. 

So, with that, she turns around and begins back to the Reading Room, leaving Colin behind.

She imagines for good.

She makes it back to the door when he finally calls, “Why?”

She glances over her shoulder. “What?”

“Why’d you do it?” He takes a step, something having shifted in his stature. “And not the bullshit excuse about wanting to die. Because it’s bullshit and you know it.”

She blinks again, leaning back as her pulse begins to race. “I…no, it’s not. I just want—”

“It doesn’t kill you,” he carries on, head tilting suspiciously and rather deviously as if he thinks he’s trapped her. “It keeps you just enough alive to use you. But it doesn’t kill you. It can’t. It wouldn’t have a host.”

She straightens up, attempting to remain unphased. “I think it depends on the host—”

“Nah. See? That’s bullshit, too.” Another step. “Why did you really want it? Did you think it would keep you alive?”

Royal begins to back away, suddenly unamused with this line of interrogation. “No, I—”

“Did you just want the power?”

“No, I—”

“You just wanna take shit that isn’t yours?”

“I…I—”

“Knew me for half a fucking day and already claimed to care about me?”

“I was just—”

“Or did you already know who I was? Know what I was? Is that it?”

“Colin, I—”

“Wanted to fucking take the power for yourself? Wanted to use me—”

“No, I—”

“Then why, Royal? Why the fuck would do all of this for somebody you don’t even know—”

“Because I’m trying to get him back.”

Colin stills, now only a few feet away, eyebrows pulling together as he regards her. “Who? Void?”

Her eyes shut as she takes a deep breath to compose herself. She knows Void might be able to hear her and even though he lives in her mind, he doesn’t have access to her intentions. 

And she’d like to keep it that way.

She looks back up. Purses her lips. “No. Not Void.”

Now even more confused, his head tilts. “Okay…then, who—”

Instantly, she shakes her head, bringing his question to a halt. She can feel the dark fog slipping through the cracks of her confession, eager to hear her reply.

But it’s not his to hear.

Seeming to understand, Colin’s eyes narrow into slits as he glances back down at the floor. He says nothing yet Royal notices a shift in his demeanor. A positive shift, she hopes.

What’s wrong, Little Fox? Why so quiet?

The slithering sound of his voice brings the hairs on her neck to a point, and she sucks in a quiet breath as she rolls her shoulders. “Nothing,” she says aloud, bringing Colin’s attention back to her.

A dark chuckle. Come, now. I believe we’re past the adolescent games, are we not?

“It’s not a game,” she replies, attempting to sound more confident than she truly feels. “It’s just none of his business.”

She looks to Colin, who scoffs at her answer, but before he can turn away, he seems to notice the fall of her expression into a call for understanding. For sympathy.

She can’t let Void know the truth. She can’t say the words aloud and as Colin studies her, he seems to finally see. 

Mm, Void hums, and the sound bounces around the inside of her mind like a rogue tennis ball. Do you keep secrets from me, Little Fox?

“No,” she answers immediately, hoping he can’t sense the pace of her pulse or the flush of her cheeks. 

An odd sensation passes over each cell, each nerve-ending, and each inch of her skin. It feels like a coil. A snake. Slithering its way up and around her body as if trying to lure her in. Trap her. Make her feel safe.

Have I not given you my promise?

“You…you did.”

You are mine to protect. Mine to keep. Your wishes and desires are mine to fulfill.

Left with only half the conversation, Colin gives her a curious glance, eyes flicking between hers as he waits expectantly. 

She can only pull her lip between her teeth.

Do you doubt me, Little Fox?

“No, I…I just…I was tired of his questions,” she stammers. “I thought I could give him an answer to make him go away.”

Not exactly a lie but not exactly the truth either, and she can’t tell if Colin knows that or not.

There’s a brief pause in Void’s interrogation and she hopes that he’s given up but soon, the coil around her mind tightens. 

Is our sycophant bothering you?

“No. He just doesn’t know when to let go,” she replies, twisting the cadence of her voice into a condescending hiss in an effort to sound truly annoyed with Colin’s intentions but Colin merely rolls his eyes.

Do you need me to intervene?

“No,” she just about gasps, eyes growing wide as she looks at the confused blonde boy in front of her. “No, he…um, he’s fine. Just pouting is all.”

Another pause, Void seeming to mull her reply over, and she swears she hears him chuckle. Almost amused with her insistence. 

Very well, Little Fox, he purrs before just as quickly as it came, the fog vanishes. Dissipates into the air, leaving Colin and Royal alone in the hallway.

It feels much too easy for her liking and she’s almost certain he didn’t buy her excuse but right now, she doesn’t have the energy to care, body slumping back against the wall as Colin steps forward.

He eyes her for a moment, and she can see the thousands of questions running rampant through his mind, none of which she knows how to answer.

“Okay…” he begins hesitantly.

Her heart drops.

“What the fuck…is going on?”

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[maddie0101]

One-shots:

Someone needs to by: @perlocutionary

Kitten by: @redstringlovers

Parental Guidance by: @obriengf

Fireflies by: @wolfieyoungblood

Freaky Friday by: @obriengf

Besties in love by: @twjournals

Never have I ever by: @sweet-pea-channie

Dirty dancing by: @mummybear

Blood in the water by @sundrop-writes (void stiles)

Series:

Selenophiles of Beacon Hills by: @strangerstilinski

The Mistake by: @were-cheetah-stiles

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i beg you could you do a one-shot about fem reader x (dom) void stiles 🌶️? maybe like y/n is stiles best friend but doesn’t know abt void and when she goes to his house she meets void (and they well fuck💪)

THAT I CAN DO BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT!! ILL MAKE A POST IT NOTE AND PUT THAT SHIT ON MY WALL

[teencopandthesourwolf]

hello tcats

i hope your day is going good

if you do not mind can i ask you a question? i am fairly new to tumblr and not very fluent in English so i fail to understand some tumblr terms. Can you tell me what does the tags "a wolf and his queueman" means? i have seen other variation of this tag such as "i will queue heavily at you" so what does this actually mean?

thank you

hi nonny! welcome to the dumpster fire that is tumblr dot com and the sterek fandom!

oh my gosh ofc i don't mind you asking :) it's lovely that i was the one you decided to ask! like, i wouldn't call myself a tumblr oracle or anything, but i have been around these parts enough to know a bit about a bit, y'know?

so, for whatever reason (if there is a specific reason that i don't know about somebody who does should absolutely feel free to wade in and enlighten us both) the kool kids on tumblr (read: the nerds) use puns as a fun queue tag for the posts they queue up instead of the ones they post or reblog into the void as soon as they see them.

because i have no idea of your level of understanding of the english language, i'm going to post the oxford dictionary definition of the word 'pun' for any further comprehension that might be needed. i hope you don't take offence at this as i'm really not trying to patronise in any way:

so, lots of us on tumblr will choose either just a random pun that correlates with the word 'queue' i.e. my queue tag for my og main blog from 400 years ago was queue queue ca choo, which was a pun on the beatles lyrics coo coo ca choo from their song i am the walrus. i picked it because it was a (fairly) recognisable line and just something puntastic that i thought would be fun and kind of worked (debatable).

OR

lots of us will pick a queue related pun that is specific to our blog i.e. my queue tag from this teen wolf/sterekblog of mine that you mentioned: a wolf and his queueman. this is actually a really frickin terrible pun but one taken from the sterek fandom because it alludes to the phrase a wolf and his human (meaning derek and stiles)... yeah, i told you it was bad!

to further explain, my buddie blog queue tag is fire and resqueue, bc buddie is from the 911 fandom which is a show about—you guessed it!—fire and rescue!

okies, i hope this helps, nonny? sorry if it's actually a shitty explanation; my brain currently resembles that black gooey shit that seeps out of derek when he gets shot with a wolfsbane bullet bc i've sarcastically had a few very fun few days lol

happy tumbling!

cassidy xp

[maria021015]

Stiles wasn’t sure how he got into the dark, cramped locker from his bed at home, and he wasn’t sure why he was there either. Light from outside shone through the grill at his eye level, and he peered outward to find himself inside the empty locker room at Beacon Hills High. Pressing his palm against the door to push it open, he found that he was locked inside. This small change was enough to send his pulse skyrocketing as the walls seemed to close in on him, filling his chest with an overwhelming pressure. The locker shook as his fists slammed loudly, crashing against the metal and causing it to warp beneath the force until the lock finally gave way. Bursting out of the confined space, Stiles found himself stumbling into a classroom. The dim light of the moon filtering through the windows illuminated his surroundings. Tables and chairs were cleared and swept to the side to make room for the giant tree stump emerging from the tiled floor.

The Nemeton.

As he walked towards it slowly, time seemed to warp outside. As the moon shifted across the sky, shadows played along the roof. Stiles approached and reached out towards the stump, half expecting his hand to go right through it like some hallucination. Instead, the centre of the Nemeton shot open, vines snapping outwards and wrapping around his hand tightly. His heart jumped and thrashed against the cage of ribs restraining it and in the blink of an eye his vision went blurry.

Gasping for breath, he tore out of his sheets, sitting up as his mattress creaked beneath him and his eyes darted around in a panic to find that he was back in his room at home. The crumpled pile of clothes hung over his desk chair was right where he left it, along with abandoned stacks of research strewn over every surface. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken from a dream of the Nemeton since being sacrificed, and with his luck it wouldn’t be the last. The instinct of routine prompted him to glance at his phone on his bedside table where it was plugged into the charger, but before he could reach for it, the rustle of fabric beside him pulled at his attention.

“What is it? You okay?” A soft and groggy hum sounded from his right and soothing hands rubbed over his arm and back. “Stiles?”

“Yeah...I was just dreaming.” He loosened a deep sigh of relief at the sight of Zaida by his side. The flannel shirt she’d borrowed from him was hanging off her shoulders, flashing a thin strap of silk as her long hair swept to the side. Seeing her was enough to calm his heart and settle his soul. “It was weird - it was another one of those dreams within a dream.”

“Inception?” The girl hummed in acknowledgment, calling back to their conversation the night before.

“Yeah…” He nodded as his hand came up to cover her with a squeeze of appreciation. Waking up with her already next to him was so much better than waiting anxiously for her to arrive. Waking up next to her? “Wait a second...Zay, what are you doing here?”

He couldn’t remember falling asleep beside her - or even her arriving at his house. The last he recalled speaking to her was the day before at school…

Stiles’ musings were interrupted by a loud creak and his head snapped towards the door to his room, a chill tracing ghostly fingers down his spine and making his hair stand on end. Staring at the slightly ajar door, he could only see blackness beyond it, but it was not the darkness of night. It felt like a void that was unfilled, as if the hallway that normally lay on the other side was no longer there.

“Hang on…” He mentally brushed aside his previous thoughts, his mind captured by the strange and off-putting feeling hung thick in the air. He peeled back the covers, swinging his feet onto the floor.

“Stiles, where are you going?” Zaida’s brows furrowed as she watched him, propping herself up further.

“I'm just gonna close the door.” He explained, unable to tear his eyes away from it. There was an undeniable force drawing him towards it, though it was not the same as the gravitational pull he felt towards Zaida. This was different - more haunting.

“Just go back to sleep.” Zaida did not let go of him, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around his chest, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“No, no, I should close it…” He insisted, unable to shake those phantom fingertips whose touch lingered on his skin. The safety that had enshrouded him when he’d woken up to Zaida’s comfort was now gone, replaced with a sense of danger.

“Don't worry about it.” Zaida whispered, turning to brush her lips against his neck tenderly, trailing a path to his jaw. His breath caught in his throat but even that was not enough to entice him away from that daunting weight in his stomach. “Stay here, with me…”

“What if someone comes in?” He questioned, eyes not wavering from that black realm beyond the door. He slowly untangled himself from her, standing and inching closer and closer. The further he stepped away from Zaida, the more that feeling grew.

“Like who?” She asked, starting to sound mildly concerned from where she remained in his bed. “Let’s just go back to sleep, Stiles.”

“No...But what if they get in?” He uttered under his breath, the instinct to remain quiet rising within him as he approached his bedroom door, now only a few paces away.

“What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please, Stiles,” Zaida’s voice flitted from behind him, starting to grow shrill with worry. “Please, Stiles...Stiles, come back to bed.”

“It’s okay, I’m just going to look.” He reassured her as he reached out to grip the door handle. “I just need to see if anyone’s there…”

“Stiles, please. Don't, Stiles! Don't!” Zaida’s voice rose along with her panic as she begged him not to move any further. “Don't go in there, please don't! Please, Stiles, don't!”

Once his hand closed over the cold door handle, it was as if his body took over. Stiles didn’t think he could have pulled away even if he wanted to. Instead of heeding Zaida’s warning, he tugged the door open to reveal pure darkness. Venturing further, he recognised the crunch of leaves beneath his feet and his vision adjusted to find that he was surrounded by looming trees. Whipping backwards to search for Zaida, he found she was no longer there - neither was the doorway he had just stepped through. Instead he was faced with that wide, unyielding stump.

The Nemeton.

“It's just a dream…” he muttered to himself in realisation, his head clearing. “This is just a dream...It's just a dream…”

No, no, no, not again. Not again. Not again! His heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes were suddenly flooded with a blinding brightness and he winced to block it out, hearing the familiar buzz of the lacrosse field floodlights. Lifting his hands to cover his ears as the buzz grew louder, he tried to drown out the noise with his own yells.

“Get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming, all right?” He began to beat against his head, hoping that something - that anything - might help pull him back out of this hellish dreamscape. “So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. WAKE UP!”

Sleep tugged at Stiles’ eyes heavily, making the act of opening his eyes a difficult one. Blinking against the bright light of day streaming through his windows, he turned his head to see the door to his bedroom wide open and his father knocking lightly at the wooden frame.

“Hey, time to get up, kiddo.” He grinned, gripping a half-empty coffee mug in his hand with a faint smile. “Get your butt to school!”

His body ached with fatigue as he dragged himself out of bed, not bothering to change his shirt but swapping out his flannel bottoms for a pair of dark jeans Zaida had insisted were a wardrobe staple. He moved almost on autopilot as he skipped breakfast as he drove Roscoe to school, pulling into his favourite parking spot beneath a shady tree at the front entrance. Finding Scott wasn’t hard, considering he spotted the wolf parking his motorbike a few spaces over. Hurrying out of his Jeep and locking it behind him, Stiles half-jogged over to his best friend, falling into step beside him as they walked towards a side entrance.

“Hey Scotty, I gotta tell you something,” He rushed to explain the phenomenon he had been researching recently. Last night’s experience had solidified his theory.

“You had another nightmare?” Scott guessed, his keen senses picking up on something no human could have.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t just any nightmare. It was a nightmare within a nightmare, like ‘Inception’, you know?” He brought up the same movie that had helped Zaida understand the concept, but at Scott’s blank expression he gathered the werewolf hadn’t seen that either. Seriously, what movies had he seen? “Basically, every time I thought it was over, I was in another dream.”

“And you couldn't wake up?” Scott clarified with drawn brows, tugging at his backpack straps.

“Nope, and it was beyond terrifying. You ever hear of sleep paralysis?” Stiles continued on his train of thought.

“Uh, no. Do I want to?” His tone ticked upwards in confusion and apprehension.

“Have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up, but you can't move or talk?” Stiles tried to reach for words to describe the phenomenon clearly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I've had that.” Scott nodded with pursed lips, obviously recalling his own haunting dreams. Stiles knew that they had both been having them - as well as Allison - since dying and coming back. It was simply that none of them had been able to bring themselves to talk about it openly yet, or to begin to question why.

“It happens because, during REM sleep, your body is basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia - that way, if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed.” His hands moved animatedly as he spoke, taking the steps up towards the school. “But sometimes, your mind can wake up before your body does. So, for this split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed.”

“And that's the terrifying part.” Scott nodded in understanding as he followed his best friend into the building.

“It turns your dream into a nightmare. You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or, in my case, like you're at the centre of a grove of magical trees where human sacrifices took place.” Stiles drawled sarcastically, weaving his way through students in the corridor towards home room.

“You think it means something?” The werewolf questioned, taking his usual seat at the table the two of them always shared.

“What if what we did that night…” Stiles winced, not wanting to explicitly narrate the memories. “What if it's still affecting us?”

“Post-traumatic stress?” Scott clarified, suggesting the probable - and normal - cause.

“Or something…” Stiles trailed off vaguely, unable to put his finger on that strange and daunting sense of danger that he couldn’t shake. It had followed him even out of his dream into reality, which hadn’t yet happened before. Unless…his heart jolted in his chest as the thought crossed his mind. “But, you want to know what scares me the most? I'm not even sure this is real.”

Stiles’ throat was raw and hoarse from screaming when he awoke for the fourth time that night, unable to move until his body finally obeyed his mind, tearing forward out of his sheets while his stomach leapt to his throat. The room was dark around him and Fear’s sharp talons gripped his heart as he thrashed, trying to rip the covers off his sweating body to relieve some of the overwhelming heat and pressure as the door to his bedroom was flung open. Stiles barely registered the blur of a figure racing inside amidst his panic, feeling arms clamp down around him to restrain his movements. Still screaming, he thrashed against the man, desperate to escape until he heard his father’s voice soothing him.

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s okay, it’s okay,” Noah Stilinski cooed, pulling Stiles further into his lap as he held the boy to stop him from hurting himself, feeling his muscles ease as his screaming finally quietened to heavy breathing. “You’re okay. You’re alright…”

“Count with me, Stiles,” Zaida’s voice flitted through his mind and even just the memory of the sound was enough to give him a semblance of control. “Everything is okay. Now you’re going to count with me, alright? Five things…”

“I need to…Need to count,” Stiles gasped for air, that relentless crushing weight in his chest preventing his lungs from expanding.

Five things. The chair was piled with clothes. The room was littered with stacks of papers. His school bag was leaning against the leg of his desk. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, shining against the far wall. The bedroom door was wide open, though this time the hallway could be seen on the other side instead of that black void.

Four things. His body felt hot and sweaty. The covers clung to his skin uncomfortably. The air against his skin was cooling. That pressure in his chest was starting to ease.

Three things. The breeze outside rustled the leaves of the trees lining his window. His father was still whispering reassurances as he pulled away, patting him on the back. His breathing was less ragged, evening itself out.

Two things. He could smell his own sweat in the air, and the faint odor of his dad’s aftershave.

One thing. As his tongue darted out to wet his cracked and dry lips, he could taste salt.

“You’re okay, son,” Noah was still murmuring comfortingly, relieved to see Stiles was visibly calmer as he pulled away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to sit up.

“Sorry I woke you up,” Stiles winced as he caught a glimpse of the clock that read well past three in the morning, remembering that his father had work in only a few hours.

“It’s alright, Stiles,” The Sheriff shook his head with a deep and heavy sigh, following his son’s gaze as his eyes stared almost longingly at the phone plugged into the charger on his bedside table. “You want to call her?”

“What?” Stiles’ brows pulled together in surprise at his father’s words, tearing his gaze away from the phone that was tempting him to do something he promised himself he wouldn’t.

“Zaida? You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Noah smiled faintly. He knew - about the nights that the girl would sneak in during the middle of the night to comfort him. He’d known the whole time. “You can call her - I’m not going to stop you.”

“No, I can’t call her,” Stiles’ shoulder sagged, his face falling. He’d sworn to himself he would give her the space she’d asked for, and that included right now, even when every atom in his body was begging him to give in.

“Why?” His father asked with a concerned tone. It was no secret how he felt about the pairing. “Did something happen?”

“I made a move on her but she wasn’t ready, so I promised I’d give her time to work some things out.” He explained with a shaky breath, focusing on keeping himself grounded.

“Well, at least you finally took your head out of your own ass and realised how you feel about her - and how she feels about you.” The Sheriff tried to look on the bright side, remaining positive. “With the rate you two were moving at, I thought you might never figure it out.”

“Yeah, well, Scott brought me to my senses,” Stiles snorted at the mention of how oblivious he’d been.

“Just…don’t mess this up, son.” Noah smiled softly as he got up from the mattress, undoubtedly about to head back to bed to get what little sleep he still could before work. “You two are good for each other. I think this could really be it.”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded, his heart swelling at the thought of the girl with the long dark tresses and bright hazel eyes. “I think so too.”

He couldn’t deny it. Every time he found himself thinking about his future recently - every time he imagined what might come next - she was there beside him. Tonight was another testament to that, as even in his nightmares she was with him. It seemed as though his mind couldn’t conjure up a reality without Zaida in it.

Zaida wrapped her arms around herself as she walked slowly through the deserted roads, her path illuminated purely by moonlight in the gaps between the street lamps. There was a slight chill in the air during this time of night that was a refreshing change to the heat that still hung over the day. But the wind had nothing to do with the way her hairs prickled at the back of her neck, causing her to look over her shoulder every few paces to reassure what she already knew was the truth - which was that no one was behind her. She still couldn’t escape the feeling of eyes on her, though, as she checked her phone, waiting for Stiles to call.

She knew that when they had spoken the day before she had drawn a clear boundary line, but she hadn’t expected him to take it so seriously. She certainly hadn’t thought he’d give her this much space, but despite the disappointment she knew she realistically couldn’t complain. This was what she had asked for. This was what she needed. But it still stung - being woken by his panic as if it were her own and waiting for a call that never came. Going for a walk had been meant to ease her mind, however it did quite the opposite.

By the time she reached the apartment building again, she had convinced herself it was all in her head - a post traumatic stress response. That was until she turned to make sure the door closed behind her and she caught a brief glimpse of a shadowy figure standing across the road. It was gone before her next blink as if it had never been there, and maybe it hadn’t been. But it was enough to make her question herself. Enough for her to triple-check she’d locked the door to the apartment before she went back to bed.

“He had another nightmare last night,” Zaida pursed her lips as she hiked her large bag strap further up on her shoulder, walking leisurely beside Lydia from the car park towards the school building. “I could feel it. I woke up in a panic and only just managed to force my blocks back up.”

“He didn’t call you?” Lydia arched a brow in partial disbelief, her heels clacking against the concrete walkway.

“No, I told you, he’s been giving me space to work things out. But that’s not the point - I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I went for a walk-” Zaida began to explain what she had originally been getting at, brushing off the stab of disappointment in her gut, when the redhead interrupted her with a stern glower.

“In the middle of the night? I thought we said you weren’t going to do that anymore. Deucalion is still on the loose, remember?” Lydia huffed in frustration with the girl’s lack of safety.

“Like I could forget,” The brunette rolled her eyes. “Look, I think someone’s been following me. I got this feeling the last time I walked to Stiles’ house - like someone was watching me. I felt it again last night, and…I think I saw someone.”

“You felt like you were being followed and yet you went out again ? That’s some cheap horror-movie mentality, Zay, and it’s not like you at all.” Lydia shook her head in concern. “Are you sure you saw someone?”

“I don’t know…” Zaida chewed on her bottom lip, still unconvinced. “It was like a flash of shadow - it was gone before I could even register what I saw.”

“Paranoia and delusion are common with PTSD,” Lydia spouted facts like an audiobook as they approached the stairs. “Let’s hope it’s that because in this case, the alternative is definitely the worse option. And these twilight strolls? No more. You need to stop - it’s not safe.”

“Yeah, I know,” Zaida sighed, pausing when she caught sight of a familiar cut of dark brown hair whipping about as a girl sprinted up the steps in a frantic hurry, looking as if she was being chased. Or like she thought she was being chased. “...Is that Allison?”

Lydia didn’t answer, she simply gripped Zaida’s hand and tugged her forward, both girls rushing after their panicked friend and catching up right as the taller girl threw the double doors open and entered the hallway, freezing like a deer in headlights.

“Allison?” The redhead asked, reaching out to brush the huntress’ arm, snapping her out of her trance-like state as the shrill bell rang for home room. “Are you okay?

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” Allison cleared her throat, getting her bearings as she continued to walk through the corridor, fixing her frazzled hair.

“You’re not fine,” Zaida scoffed, her stomach fluttering with a foreign sense of anxiety. “And something tells me you’re not the only one.”

“Stiles?” Lydia indirectly questioned whether she’d connected to the boy once more, but Zaida shook her head.

“It’s Scott,” She clarified, and hooked her arm through Allison’s, dragging her along and knowing Lydia would follow as she led the way. Zaida followed that twisting in her stomach as it strengthened, allowing the door in her mind to remain open just a crack. Her discipline over her power was getting a lot stronger, but she still hadn’t mastered maintaining control when she wasn’t paying attention - hence the incident that night with accidentally connecting to Stiles whilst she was unconscious.

They wound through hallways and out a side door to find the very duo they were searching for talking near the grand staircase that connected the sports fields to the outdoor cafeteria.

“You don't look all right, Scott.” Stiles was saying to the werewolf, gripping the boys’ shoulders to steady him.

“I'm okay.” Scott nodded insistently, but he too had that frantic look behind his eyes.

“No, you're not. It's happening to you, too - you're seeing things, aren't you?” Stiles asked with a grim expression. None of them missed the implication that stiles too had been experiencing something similar.

“Come on,” Zaida urged the girls either side of her as they approached the two with a sense of urgency.

“How did you know?” Scott’s lips parted in shock as he gawked at his best friend right as Lydia swooped in.

“Because it's happening to all three of you.” She stated with Allison and Zaida both standing behind her in mild discomfort - Zaida because of the way Stiles was staring at her, and Allison because of the state she’d been caught in.

“You’re seeing things too?” Zaida asked Stiles in a soft voice, betraying her worry for him.

“It’s more like I’m not seeing things. Not clearly, at least.” He swallowed thickly, and instead of explaining further at the confused expressions of the others, he turned to Scott. The group trailed after him as he started to head inside the school building. “For me it’s mainly the nightmares - full-body paralysis. What did you see?”

“My shadow…it was shifting. It’s been happening all day - started with claws and turned into a full wolf. Like Peter,” Scott gulped in admittance, glancing back at Allison behind him.

“I saw Kate,” The huntress revealed in a dry voice. “She was coming after me.”

“Well, well, well...Look who's no longer the crazy one.” Lydia trilled in a sing-song voice, crossing her arms over her chest as they trudged past the walls of lockers.

“We're not crazy!” Allison insisted defensively and Zaida pursed her lips to stop her smart-ass remark form escaping.

“Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine.” The redhead’s words dripped in sarcasm and Zaida couldn’t hide her half-smirk of amusement.

“We did die and come back to life…” Scott pointed out in a hushed tone. “That's gotta have some side effects, right?”

“Yeah, side effects that only seem to be getting worse. What’s next?” Zaida muttered under her breath, her brows drawing together in a frown.

“We keep an eye on each other, okay?” Stiles’s eyes moved from each person to the next sternly, landing on the redhead as the second bell went for class, indicating they had all missed home room. “And Lydia? Stop enjoying this so much.”

“What?” The redhead shrugged almost sheepishly behind her barely concealed smile.

“Come on, we’re already late,” Zaida rolled her eyes at her friend, gripping her hand and dragging her along with the rest of them towards their first class of the day - history.

They all dispersed upon entering the classroom to find whatever free seats were available, pulling out their books whilst the new teacher wrote his name up on the chalkboard.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira?” The man had a bright and sunny disposition that was a refreshing surprise as he called all of their attention to a girl sitting in the back of the classroom with a small gesture.

The girl - Kira - sank into her seat, her face burning in embarrassment as almost every student in the room turned to look at her. Allison and Lydia were too busy whispering amongst themselves about that morning’s events to pay attention, but Zaida stole a backwards glance. Kira shared the same sleek black hair and dark almond eyes, but had a vastly different face shape. Just when Zaida thought it couldn't get any worse for the girl, her father continued speaking.

“...Or, you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school...Or brought a friend home, for that matter…” He trailed off awkwardly and the girl slumped over her desk, burying her face in her hands while Mr Yukimura continued. “Either way, there she is! Now, let's begin with American history at the turn of the 20th century…”

When Zaida turned back around to pay attention to her books, she noticed Scott flashing the new girl a friendly smile. Normally - as someone who was always the new girl - she felt she had a civil duty to make sure any other new students’ transitions went smoothly. However, with the state of their lives at the moment she knew that Kira would probably be better off without them.