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goddesswritings · 4 years ago

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home with you - Stiles Stilinksi | everything i wanted

Title: home with you – Part One

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Lydia Martin has a cousin. She’s Y/n. She moved in with Lydia and her mother two years ago after tragedy struck in her life. She met Stiles and Scott, and the two boys basically saved her. She developed a crush on Stiles through this, despite him having a crush on her beautiful cousin. People start going missing in Beacon Hills, and Y/n is forced to face her feelings and her ability to save the people she loves.

Word Count: 6.8k

Notes: Finding a title that fit this story was a bit of a task, but I think ‘home with you’ by FKA twigs is pretty fitting in a way for the feelings I have for this story.

This story is based on season 6A of Teen Wolf. It took me three years to finally finish Teen Wolf and season 6A was definitely a favorite of mine. The character development of everyone was just wow. So here we have a Stiles and Reader fic, because this idea hit me. Enjoy. More Stiles fics to come!

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“Lydia, don’t say that.” You said to your cousin as she picked at her nails.

“What, I thought Stiles would have moved on by now. It’s been what, 4 years?” She popped her gum as she lounged back on her bed. “Aiden and I have been together for a while now, he does know I’m not breaking up with him, right?”

“I’m sure he does, Lyds. Just don’t antagonize him. He can’t help who he likes.” You would much rather not be talking about Stiles’ crush on your cousin with her, but she brought it up when Aiden mentioned that he thought Stiles was still into her.

You sighed and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This whole thing was not fun to talk about. You hated the way she treated Stiles, yet he still loved her. Two years ago, you moved in with Lydia and her mom after your parents were killed in a freak accident. You and Lydia had always gotten along, but she was definitely not the nicest person. But she’s been getting better.

“Oh I know, why don’t I set him up with someone? That will help him move on, right?” She raised her eyebrows as she grabbed her phone from the table. She started browsing it.

Your heart perked up, hoping she would realize you were the perfect person to set him up with. But she ignored you.

“Stella is a good choice. Wait no, she’s into James. Oh maybe Ellie, oh she’s perfect! Her hair is identical to mine.”

“Except for the fact that Ellie plays for the other team.” You mumbled.

“Wait, she does? I never knew that.”

“Yeah, at that party at Derek’s last year, she was all over that chick from Econ. Hailey I think.”

Lydia sighed and put her phone down. “Well then I don’t know what to do. He needs to move on, like now. I can’t have him stuck on me like this. We’re seniors and I don’t want him following Aiden and I around in school.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved from her bed. “I will talk to him, Lydia. You don’t have to worry.”

Her eyes lit up, “Perfect Y/n! Now I’m meeting Aiden for a late-night talk. Can you cover for me, with my mom?”

“Of course.” You left her room and headed down the hall to yours. It was nice that Natalie Martin took you in, but sometimes Lydia took advantage of you.

A message came through your phone. It was Scott.

Stiles and I have a kid at the station. He’s terrified and we have no clue who his parents are, we need you and Lydia.

Of course she was already gone.

I can help, but Lydia just left with Aiden. I’m the best you got.

Scott and Stiles became good friends with you when you moved to Beacon Hills. Almost immediately you fell for the quirky boy who had way too much energy. He was funny and sweet to you. When you moved, you’d fallen into a depression but somehow him and Scott got you out of it. Especially since they vowed to find out what happened to your parents.

With the help of Sheriff Stilinski, you did find out what happened to your parents. Not that you wanted to remember it right now.

Stiles will be there in 5.

Okay!

You rushed around your room, pulling off the sweatpants you had been wearing and pulling on some jeans. You got one leg in and lost your balance and fell to the ground. Chuckling, you pulled the pants on and searched for shoes to wear. Finally you had finished dressing when you saw Roscoe pull into the driveway. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you were off. Natalie was nowhere to be found, so you didn’t have to convince her to let you go.

Stiles smiled when you hopped into the jeep. “Well hello, little Martin.” He stated with his signature smile.

“I’m the same age as Lydia and you know this.” You quipped as you clicked the seatbelt in.

“Of course, I know this. I’m just joking with you. I only say it because you’re shorter than me and Scott.” He patted your thigh. “We love you regardless.”

Shaking your head, Stiles backed out of the driveway and headed towards the station.

“Damn, I wish I had a growth spurt.” You mumble making Stiles laugh.

“No Y/n, you’re perfect the way you are. Trust me. You don’t need to be taller or anything like that.”

The words warmed your heart. This is why you had a massive crush on him. He was the sweetest man alive.

“Well that was as sweet as pie, Stiles. Now tell me what to expect with this kid?”

Stiles was now in detective mode. You loved how passionate he was about all of this. He had amazing skills that made him valuable to Scott’s pack, despite being human. You on the other hand, felt very useless to the pack. Your cousin was a Banshee, Scott was a werewolf, Malia was a Coyote, and well Stiles was gifted with his detective skills as well as being smart as hell. You were just a human with no special skills to help them. You always did your best when these things happened, but you just weren’t all that useful to them.

“Liam and Hayden found this kid in a car alone. He was mumbling about needing to find his parents, but my dad has no record of them or the kid. We are all simply confused. He was also mumbling about these men who came out of nowhere on horses and stole his parents.” Stiles explained as he stopped at a red light.

“Interesting. What does your dad think?” You asked when you watched the light turn green.

“He thinks he just ran away from home and found an abandoned car to hot wire.” Stiles was not happy with that answer.

“How old is the kid?”

“12 apparently.”

“Okay, what twelve-year-old can hotwire a car? Who’s the car belong to?” Everything was not adding up.

“The car wasn’t registered to anyone. It had no plates. But the windshield was smashed off. The kid said the men on horses shot the car.”

“That doesn’t sound like a runaway kid to me.”

“Same. Scott is not sure what he thinks.”

You put your hand on Stiles’. “What do you think happened?”

He sighed. “I think it was supernatural of course. I’m not sure what, but I feel it in my bones that he didn’t just run away from home. They don’t even have record of this kid.”

“Well then we will find out what it is, won’t we?”

“You want to help?”

“Of course I do, Stiles. You’re my best friend and I believe you when you have a feeling about these things.” Also your feelings for him, made you believe him even more.

The two of you pulled into the station and he led you from the car. Sheriff Stilinski was in his office with Scott and a kid who looked scared and confused.

“I just want to find my parents.” He cried as Sheriff Stilinski looked on in helplessness.

“How do we find his parents if he’s not even in the database?” He asked Scott in a whisper.

Scott looked pensive before a thought hit him. “Well I could use my claws?”

You shook your head. “Scott no, that’s a horrible idea. That will hurt him!”

The kid spoke up. “I will do anything. I just want to find my parents.” You all exchanged looks, unsure of how to precede. Did Scott really want to use his claws on this kid to get answers?

“It’s going to hurt. Are you sure?” He asked him.

“I am. I need to know where my parents are.” He whined, tears clouding his eyes.

“Okay, we have to do this.” Scott looked to Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles, and I.

Stiles’ dad sighed and shut the door, locking it. Then he lowered all the curtains to his office. You stepped back, knowing it would hurt him. Stiles stepped up beside you and took your hand in his. You turned and buried your head into his chest as Scott buried his claws into the neck of this kid. He screamed in agony as Scott delved into his memories. Stiles wrapped his arms around you, blocking out some of the sound.

It all stopped, and Scott fell away from the boy. Stiles loosened his grip and you turned to see a highly confused Scott. The kid was passed out now.

“What did you see?” Stiles asked.

“Nothing. There are no memories of his parents at all. Just him. His name is Alex.” He mumbled, walking away from him.

“How is there no memories of his parents?” Sheriff Stilinski was so confused.

“That’s what I want to know.” You were all left in a state of confusion. Sheriff talked about how he would be keeping Alex at the station until they could locate his parents. Stiles, Scott, and you exited the station.

“We should go look at his house. You did see his house, right?” Stiles said as you three stopped by the jeep.

“I did. I know where it’s at.” Scott stated.

“Then why don’t we go check it out?” He suggested with hope in his eyes.

“Tomorrow we will go. It’s getting late and we have school in the morning.” Scott told him.

“Okay, that’s fine. Let me know if you remember anything else?”

Scott smiled and put on his motorcycle helmet. “Will do. Good luck!” He told him before riding off.

You were confused. “Good luck with what?” You asked as Stiles led you to the car. You hopped in.

“Oh it’s nothing. Can we, uh, go somewhere to talk?” He was suddenly nervous.

“Sure. I’m positive Lydia isn’t home yet and well I didn’t see her mom, so she’s also probably on a date.”

“Good, let’s go.” He started up the jeep and drove off without another word. He was silent as you both drove along with quiet streets of Beacon Hills. Your mind went to what Lydia asked you to do, and your chest tightened with nerves.

Stiles parked the jeep on the edge of the Beacon Hills Preserve. He shut the car off.

“So I actually needed to talk to you about something.” You said knowing you had to do it now or never.

“Sure, go ahead. I have something to say too.” He said with his cute little smile.

You smiled back but felt like bolting from the jeep. You couldn’t believe Lydia was making you do this. “So I was talking to Lydia and she mentioned that she still thinks you have a crush on her. Do you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He answered while watching you closely.

“Okay, she said her, and Aiden were talking, and she didn’t like that you still crushed on her. She was rambling on about how she didn’t want you to spend Senior year following her around, especially now that you and Malia are over.”

“That’s good because I have a crush on someone else.”

You barely registered what he said as you continued on. “And I know it sounds mean when she says this. I even told her she couldn’t say that because you are so sweet and don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

“Of course.”

“I’m so sorry Stiles, I didn’t want to be the one to say it. But she wants to set you up with someone else, and I said it was a horrible idea because I hate when people set you up with others.”

“Mmm hmmm.” He mumbled as he watched you ramble. He loved when you got like this. You were just so dang cute when you rambled without really understanding what the other person was saying.

“Because I think we should be able to choose who we date on our own without being set up.” You stopped when you realized something he’d said. “Wait, did you say you have a crush on someone else?”

Stiles started laughing. “I was wondering when you would catch that. Yes I did, and yes I do have a crush on someone else. Someone who’s beautiful and loyal and just downright adorable all the time. Someone I should have seen ages ago.”

Inside, your heart ached. “Who is she?”

He shook his head. “Well I think you know her, she’s in all my classes.”

Your brain went into overdrive, thinking about all the girls you and Stiles shared class with. There was only a handful that were in all your classes. “Melanie?”

Once again he was laughing. “No. Y/n, it’s you.”

The world stopped. You looked up at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he watched you with curiosity.

You point to him. “You like me?” Then you pointed at yourself.

“I do. Ever since the Chimera stuff, as well as me and Malia drifting apart. I realized I had the perfect girl in front of me. Who is more perfect than she realized.”

“But I’m not Lydia. At all.”

“I don’t want you to be Lydia. My crush on Lydia was infatuation for someone I thought I knew. But she’s been pretty keen on ignoring me for years, despite us now being in the same friend group. After the Nogitsune, I started thinking about why I liked her and realized all my reasons for liking her, didn’t make sense. I think I just wanted her because I couldn’t have her. Does that make sense?”

“It does. But you really like me?”

“I do, a lot.”

Smiling, you leaned forward and kissed him. “I like you too, Stiles. A lot. I have since I moved here.”

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. Stiles was happy he finally admitted his feelings to you. He’d known you had some sort of feelings for him but because of Lydia, you never said a thing. He knew he was truly over Lydia.

“Then will you let me take you on a date?” Stiles asked with hope in his beautiful amber colored eyes.

“Yes, oh my god, I would love that!” You wrapped your arms around his lean body, and he reciprocated the movement. His arms pulled you close as you leaned over the console of his car, where he kept his police scanner.

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. His lips were hot against yours. You leaned into the kiss until the console got to be too much. Stiles pulled away and motioned to the back of the car. You nodded before hopping over the console with Stiles hot on your heels.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close once again. His lips found yours in another searing kiss. You’d wanted this for so long, that you simply melted into his kiss. Stiles licked your lips to get you to open up, and you did. His tongue was quick to find yours. Your mouths meshed together in the most perfect way.

Stiles’ hands wondered your body over your clothes, increasing your excitement. The way your bodies fit together, was truly a magical feeling. The kisses had your head swimming while he caressed you in the sweetest way.

You took a hold of the situation and rolled the two of you, until you were on top of Stiles. Your lips left his and started sucking on his neck. Stiles moaned when you found the spot on his neck that had his body feeling alive. He pushed up against you, allowing you to feel the forming bulge in his jeans.

Smiling, you pulled him into another kiss and this time, your hands were the ones exploring his body. You felt every muscle in his body as your hands trailed it like he’d done with you. Stiles’ hands were gripping your waist, holding you in place so he could still have some sort of control over you. But you had your own plans up your sleeve, and you pressed yourself into the bulge that was pushing up into you.

“Oh shit.” He moaned as you did that. He was not expecting that at all. “My dirty girl is taking control, huh?” He groaned as you rubbed yourself on him. Your pussy was soaked at this point and the friction of you rubbing against him, was sending you on a trip.

“I am.” You whispered as you ground down again.

“Fuck, you’re making it hard to take this slow.” Stiles’ grip had tightened on your waist. He was trying to stop you from grinding yourself down on him again.

“What if I don’t want to go slow?” You’d pulled away to study his face. You counted the moles on his face, dying to kiss him again, so you pushed forward to do just that.

He lightly pulled away. “As much as I love that, I would hate myself if we did that. I want to do this right. I want to take you out and show you the world.”

You bit your lip as you thrust your hips down again. A steady pressure was building in your core, and you were so ready for it to burst.

“Y/n, gosh you’re so fucking sexy.” He let go of his inhibitions and pulled your lips back to his. His hands were now exploring your body again, while yours wrapped around the back of his neck. He pushed himself up against your needy core, causing the sexiest moans to fall from your mouth.

“Please Stiles, I need you.” You moaned when one of his hands grabbed a breast and palmed it.

His lips were hot against your skin. “I need you too, shit.” His head fell back as your core connected with his hard cock. He was so ready to release it and plunge into your needy little pussy.

“Then have me, Stiles, I don’t want to wait. I have wanted this for so long and I want this now.” Despite everything, you wanted to feel him, and you wanted him to fuck you right here and now.

“Yes, I would love that.” He flipped you over, so you were beneath him. Then he leaned over the seats to grab a condom from the glove compartment. He pulled you into another erotic kiss when a cellphone went off. Your cellphone.

“Awe fuck.” You mumbled as you leaned over the seats to grab your phone. It was Natalie.

“Hello.” You asked into the phone.

“Where are you, Y/n. Lydia said you were in your room but you’re not. It’s nearly 12:30.” She kept her voice level as she asked. She was never too strict with you. Not after what happened with your parents.

You mouthed that it was Natalie to Stiles.

“Scott and Stiles needed me for some research for school. We lost track of time.” You said quickly as Stiles frowned.

“Okay, well you need to come home. You have school in the morning.” She stated, not sounding mad.

“I will be right there. Thank you Aunt Natalie.” You hung up the phone.

Stiles dropped the condom in defeat. “No sex, huh?”

“I’m sorry Stiles. I think we really lost track of time.” You kissed his cheek and jumped back into the passenger seat. Stiles followed behind and started the car.

“Well it’s probably for the best. I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to take my time with you. You just distracted me with your charms.” His eyes traveled the length of your body. Your face heated up when he did this.

“Alright, I agree. We did move a little fast. I just lost myself when I was kissing you.”

“I know the feeling. Now, let’s get you home. I don’t need Natalie on my case for keeping her niece out all hours of the night.”

“That ship has sailed. But she likes you anyway. Especially after what you and Scott did for me when I moved here.” You smiled in his direction.

He smiled back and put a hand on your thigh as he drove through Beacon Hills towards the house you lived in with the Martin’s. He didn’t move his hand at all, not until he pulled into the driveway.

“I had fun, Stiles. I can’t believe you like me.” Never in the world would you have expected the night to turn out this way.

“Well believe it, babe. I’m all yours. Now I will see you at school tomorrow.” He leaned over to kiss you sweetly. Not letting this kiss grow out of control.

“Yes, I will see you tomorrow.” You left the jeep and waved bye to him. He stayed in the driveway until you were safely in the house. You stood at the door and watched him leave. A huge smile was planted on your face as you did this.

“Damn, what has you so smiley?” A voice cut through your thoughts. Shutting the door, you found Lydia sitting on the couch watching you.

“I had fun with Scott and Stiles.” You stated, trying to not let her know you had just been making out with Stiles Stilinski in the back of his jeep.

“Sure, that’s totally why you’re smiling. I know you better than that. Who’s the lucky guy?” She stood from the couch and crossed the room to stop in front of you.

“Guy? There’s no guy.” You mumbled, looking away from her.

“Y/n sweetie. Your neck is red like some guy was just sucking on it. Cut the bullshit and tell me who it is. I think I have an idea. But please, do spill.” She smirked as she watched you.

“Uh, it was a friend.” Why couldn’t you just say who it was? It was not like she’d be upset.

She shook her head. “It was Stiles wasn’t it?”

“Um, maybe.”

“It was. He was the one who just dropped you off. Besides, I know you’ve had a crush on him.”

Wait, she knew? “How?”

“Y/n, we’ve been close since birth. I saw all the signs. Why do you think I told you to talk to Stiles tonight?”

“You said you wanted to set him up with someone.”

She laughed. “You, I wanted to set him up with you. I knew if I just nudged you towards him, you would admit your feelings for him. I’m happy he feels the same way.”

“Me too. So you aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be? I wanted him to move on from me and you know I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Lydia. I really do like him. I never expected him to like me back though.” Not in the least. Not when your cousin was Lydia.

“How could he not? You’re beautiful Y/n.”

“Because he’s liked you forever.”

“Well it looks like he’s over it. Okay, time for bed. You can tell me all about it tomorrow.” You nodded and the two of you went off to your rooms. A huge smile stayed on your face as you drifted to sleep.

You drove with Lydia to school, but you woke up to a ridiculously cute text from Stiles. It was still very unreal that he likes you the way he does. But you knew it was real. The proof was the hickey you had to cover when you woke up. Part of you wanted to leave it there, so people knew, but that was stupid to do.

I hope you slept well, my sweet girl. I was sorta up late when a theory hit me. I did some research; you know how it goes. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face at school. See you soon, gorgeous.

The text had you smiling the whole morning, which freaked Lydia out a little. You texted Stiles back, telling him you couldn’t wait to see him at school. Now that you had expressed your feelings, all you wanted, was to be in his presence.

You pulled up at school and spotted Roscoe in the parking lot, with Stiles leaning against it, with Scott not too far from him. Liam was there too, while Malia had just pulled up to school. Trying to hold in the excitement, you and Lydia joined the group.

Stiles didn’t even hesitate before taking your hand in his. Your group of friends eyed you curiously, but the two of you didn’t really notice at all.

“What’s going on with them?” Scott questioned as he watched the way you both looked at each other.

Lydia chuckled. “Somebody came home extremely late, after being out with Stiles last night. It’s safe to say, the two of them admitted their feelings to each other.” She told them.

“Finally!” Scott shouted, throwing a fist into the air. “It was becoming way too much to keep Stiles’ feelings from Y/n.”

Malia rolled her eyes and smacked Scott on the shoulder. “Knock it off. Stiles was just being Stiles. I knew he would do it eventually.”

You looked to your friends. “You knew he liked me?”

They all nodded, even Liam.

“Shit, he even showed me his feelings for you when we were dating. Stiles isn’t particularly good at hiding his feelings.” Malia stated, wrapping an arm around Scott. The two of them were becoming particularly close since Scott and Kira officially ended things a few months back.

“We also knew Y/n had a crush on Stiles. I mean, I’ve known since it started.” Scott laughed as your face heated up.

“I can’t say I knew about it until Scott told me recently.” Malia admitted.

Liam laughed. “I’ve known since I met you all.”

“Well that’s my cue to go find Aiden. He said he was here early to study.” Lydia waved goodbye before leaving the group.

The fact that all your friends knew that you and Stiles had something for each other but said nothing, was frustrating. “Now that I know my friends have been keeping things from me. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You said, trying to look serious.

They knew you better than that. “You love us, Y/n. Don’t lie.”

“Perhaps. But I am a little mad at you.”

Stiles chuckled. “No you’re not. You can never stay mad at them for long. They just wanted us to figure it out on our own.” Stiles stated while kissing your cheek.

“I know.” With that, the bell went off and you all headed into the school to go to first period, making plans to meet for lunch in the quad.

Lunch rolled around and the group met up in the quad like they said they would. Scott, Malia, Lydia, Aiden, Stiles, and you all sat around the tables. Lydia was particularly invested in Aiden as always.

Stiles was talking about going over to Alex’s house on his break, because the investigator in him couldn’t wait to get more evidence. Luckily, Scott convinced him to wait until after school, where he would be able to go. You were grateful because it would be safer to have Scott with you both.

They were going around taking pictures for the yearbook when they stopped at your table. You all huddled in for the picture. Stiles wrapped an arm around you and held you close as the picture was snapped. Everyone was happy to get a picture of the friend group.

Stiles was practically bouncing off the walls when school ended. You followed him and Scott to Roscoe, you jumped into the back and were all headed to Alex’s house. The closer you got, the more a deep feeling of dread built up in you. Something was up and you kind of didn’t want to know but you had to. Alex needed help.

The jeep pulled up in front of a dark blue house, the same one that Scott had seen when he delved into Alex’s memories. The three of you exited the jeep and headed up to the house. There was something up with it.

Scott led you and Stiles into the home and immediately the three of you were massively confused. It looked like a completely abandoned house. There was hardly any furniture, but the minimal furniture that was there, was dusty as hell.

“Are we sure this is the place you saw?” Stiles asked as he looked around the home.

“Yes, this is the right place.” Scott said as he touched a dining table that had a lone plate setting.

You were silent as you wandered the house. The three of you wandered up the stairs where you found Alex’s room. It was fully furnished, and looked clean and lived in, unlike the rest of the house.

“Oh what the hell is this?” Stiles sighed as we looked at the room.

“This doesn’t make sense. How the hell is the rest of the house empty, but his room is not?”

Scott was silent as he looked at Alex’s belongings. “I’m not sure. This is weird. Let’s see if we can find anything else.” He started to leave the room.

You were looking at the bulletin board when you noticed something odd. There was a picture of Alex, but he was alone, but it was clear there were other people that were supposed to be in the picture with him.

“Stiles, look at this.” He stepped up beside you and took the picture from you.

“Huh, that’s weird. It’s like the others in this picture were completely erased from it.”

“Right, this is not any normal disappearance. Especially since we don’t even know Alex’s parents names.” You flipped the photo, to see if he’d written anything on it, but it was blank.

Stiles stopped short. “Did you hear that?” He muttered as he looked towards the hallway.

Hearing nothing, you shook your head.

He was focused on the door though. “I heard a horse.”

Clearly, he wasn’t joking. You knew when Stiles was joking and right now he was completely silent.

“A horse? Stiles, we’re in a house. There can’t be a horse inside it.”

“Yeah well I hear one and it’s getting louder. Stay here.” He said as he headed for the door. The dread you felt earlier was back and more intense. You looked at the ground and spotted something peculiar. A dirty white bandana laid on the ground. Reaching for it, you saw a flash of a vision. It was some sort of creature on a horse, pointing a gun. You jerked from your thoughts when you heard Scott in the hallway. You rushed to the door.

“Are you okay, Stiles? What happened?” Scott asked as you saw Stiles on the ground. He looked absolutely terrified.

“I saw this ghost rider on a horse. He was coming at me. He was about to shoot me.” He rambled, clearly terrified by the ordeal. Your stomach dropped.

“Stiles, was the ghost rider wearing a handkerchief?” You questioned as Stiles finally pulled himself from the floor.

“No, he didn’t have one on. Why?”

“Because I just found this in Alex’s bedroom.” Holding up the dirty piece of fabric, the two guys studied it. Stiles grabbed it and examined it.

“Shit, let’s see if there is anything else in there.” Scott was quick to go back to the bedroom but stopped when he opened the door. There was no furniture in the room anymore.

“What the hell.” You mumbled, grabbing Stiles’ hand. For the moment, you forgot the vision you had when you touched the fabric Stiles was holding.

The guys were silent as they looked into the room. “We need to get out of here. We need to check on Alex.” All three of you left the house to head to the station. Stiles had handed you the handkerchief again and you studied it while he drove the three of you to the station.

Entering the building, something was very wrong. The cell where Alex had locked himself was empty. No one in the station had any recollection of the boy either. It was like he vanished into thin air, just like the furniture from his room.

“He was taken by the ghost riders.” Stiles said to you and Scott. You had headed back to Beacon Hills High for the Lacrosse scrimmage. Stiles and Scott were late, but coach didn’t really seem to notice.

“Hey, why are you wearing my jersey?” Stiles asked a random kid when he walked by in Stiles’ 24 jersey.

“Coach gave it to me at practice yesterday.” He said with a shrug before walking off.

“Huh, what the hell. Why would coach do that? Did he forget to tell me something?”

Scott shrugged. “Not sure man. Let’s head in to change for the scrimmage.” Scott left you and Stiles for the school. Stiles was looking after the guy who wore his jersey.

“Are you okay, Stiles?” You asked, jerking him from his thoughts.

“Yeah, this is just weird.” You agreed and followed him into the school.

“Hey, I forgot some of my homework in my locker. I need to go grab that. I will meet you in a few.” You told Stiles as you both entered the school. His hand was locked in yours. He was on edge and you could feel it just by the way he held your hand. “Hey Stiles, take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.” You whispered while putting a hand on his cheek.

He looked to you. “I’m okay.” He assured, kissing you before telling you to get your homework.

You nodded and walked away, feeling like something bad was about to happen. The vision popped back into your head as you walked towards your locker. Why and how did you get a vision? That shouldn’t be possible. At all.

Rummaging through your locker, you looked through your belongings to find the book you need for your homework. You stopped short when you felt someone behind you. You glanced back and saw no one at all. Shaking off the feeling, you found the book you needed and slipped it into your bag.

As you were headed back to Stiles, you saw him looking extremely distraught. You rushed back to him and took his hand in yours.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered making him look down at you.

“They don’t remember me.” He said with a frown.

“Who doesn’t remember you?”

“Your Aunt. Liam, Hayden, and Mason. My dad.” None of them remember me.” His voice was low. You felt the panic building.

“Shit, what’s happening?”

Stiles looked behind him. “They are here.” He gripped your hand tighter and pulled you out of the school.

“Who’s here?” You stopped when you heard the distinct sound of horses.

“The ghost riders. They are back.” He raced around. You could hear them, but you didn’t see them and that scared you.

“Where are they. I can hear them?” You jumped when you heard it from your left. Stiles led you away from them.

“You hear them?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, we have to get out of here.” The two of you ran to his jeep and jumped in. He tried to start it, looking up every other second. When the jeep wouldn’t start. He gave up.

“Y/n listen to me. They are going to take me. This is what they do. They take people and make everyone forget they ever existed. I need you to help me. I need you to remember me.” He said, the panic increasing.

“What, no they can’t take you!”

“They are. Listen baby. I love you; I need you to remember me and help them find me. You have to do this for me.” He was now holding your hands in his.

“Please no, you can’t go. I just got you. I need you.” You whined, feeling tears dripping from your eyes. The sounds of the horses were loud, and you knew you were completely surrounded by them.

“I know, baby. I don’t want this. I need you to stay strong.” He wiped away some of the tears that streamed from your eyes.

“Don’t leave me Stiles. I love you. Please.” He was now crying too.

“I’m sorry baby. I don’t have a choice.” He grabbed your head and pulled you into one last passionate kiss before the door flung open and he was pulled from the jeep. “Remember me, Y/n!” Those were the last words you heard from Stiles before he was completely gone.

“Please no!” You yelled as he disappeared from existence. The tears flowed heavier down your cheeks as the weight of the situation hit you. Stiles was gone and you weren’t sure if he would come back.

Everything hurt. Your heart ached in your chest as you cried for Stiles. It was unreal that he had been taken from you. The two of you only just realized how much you liked each other and now he was gone. The biggest fear was that you would forget him. You didn’t want that.

Holding your hands to your chest, you cried for the boy you now knew you loved. He’d been a huge reason why you were still alive after losing your parents. He pulled you from the dark depression that threatened to claim you.

The two of you had danced around your feelings for way too long, but now it had been ripped out from under you.

“Stiles please, come back! I need you.” You mumbled as the tears never ceased falling.

You glanced in the backseat to see a jacket. Stiles’ jacket. You grabbed it and as you touched it, another vision popped into your head. It was Stiles, being thrown off the horse by one of the ghost riders. The vision was so quick that you couldn’t see where he was at. But it gave you a small sense of hope that you could see him again.

The tears still fell as you grappled with the weight of the heartbreak you felt. It was like losing your parents all over again. The world felt incomplete and you weren’t sure what to do.

The fear of forgetting Stiles, made you stay right in his car. Curled up in the back seats as you mourned his disappearance and prayed he would return to you.

At some point, you managed to drift to sleep but you were plagued by nightmares of the ghost riders, taking the ones you loved. Taking Stiles from you over and over again. It was about 3 am when you were awakened with a start.

There was a loud ringing in your ears, that scared you. You noticed you were in Stiles’ car alone. The disorientation from sleep, made you forget where Stiles was. But the weight of the loss hit you like a freight train.

The ringing was coming from outside the car. You pulled yourself up and jumped the seats to get out. The ringing was loud outside the door. A flash of gold caught your eye.

Bending down, you studied the gold object. It was an old-style pocket watch. You reached down to grab it. The ringing stopped once you held the strange object.

Opening the watch, you noted that the time was stopped at 8:43. The time Stiles had been cruelly ripped from the jeep by the invisible ghost riders.

You closed the watch and turned it over. There were initials on the back. ‘GD’.

“I think that belongs to me.” A voice startled you. You turned to find an unfamiliar man behind you.

“Who are you? What are you doing here so late?” You asked, taking a step back from him.

“I’m a teacher here, and I lost track of time because well it looks like I dropped my watch out here.” There was something unsettling about him. “I’m Mr. Douglas, one of the new teachers here.” He added.

“Okay.” You watched him closely.

“Can I have my watch back?” He eyed the gold piece in your hands.

“Oh yes, here.” You handed him the watch, hoping he would leave you alone.

“Thank you, darling.” He placed the watch in his pocket. “What are you doing out here so late anyway? Alone I might add.”

“I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend.” Your heart constricted when you said that.

“Where is he?” A sick smirk entered his face. “I don’t see him around here, Y/n.”

Chills went through your body. You had never met this guy, so how the hell did he know your name.

“Uh, I have to go.” You quickly hopped back into the jeep and locked the doors. Mr. Douglas stood outside and watched you. The keys were still in the ignition, so you turned them and hoped the jeep would start. It did.

As quickly as you could, you raced away from the school in Stiles’ jeep Roscoe.

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rqgnarok · 4 years ago

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in the face of death - derek hale

fandom: teen wolf

words: 1765

warnings: talk of blood and violence, death, teen wolf spoilers, if you haven’t finished the series? werewolf!female!reader

summary: derek faces the anuk-ite and the confrontations opens up old wounds that never really healed.

author’s note below.

“Derek?”

Derek turns around, a feeling not quite like panic but awareness of the danger he’s in making goosebumps erupt through his skin and the hairs at the back of his neck to stand, his eyes closing quickly when Lydia’s warning from earlier echoes in his head: shut your eyes!

“Derek,” he frowns, because he knows it’s not her, is completely aware that (Y/N) left for Gerard’s armory with Lydia and Stiles, but it is her voice. He spent years familiarizing himself with the tone and pitch, tattooing it to his memory at first unwillingly, but then welcoming the knowledge of how (Y/N) sounded like when she was in danger, when she was frustrated or angry at him, when she was in mourning or in love.

It was only a part of what it meant to fall for someone like (Y/F/N), and now he knows her well enough to understand that it's not her, talking to him and walking from the end of the hallway, nearing him with careful, calculated steps.

Still, he tightens his jaw and draws his claws out because knowing isn’t enough. Derek’s been away from home for too long, not as long as he expected but definitely long enough for him to miss her terribly. Their lousy goodbye in the middle of the fucking desert left a lot to desire; if he could turn back time he would’ve kissed her straight on the mouth instead of dodging her sad eyes and closing his own to press a rough, long kiss to the crown of her head.

“Derek, it’s okay,” the voice calls for him, he can hear it closerclosercloser, but he can’t move, can’t turn around, he’s not sure that if he does he’ll fight the shapeshifter off of him or fall straight into its game. He panics, for a moment, wonders if the reason why the Anuk-Ite is so good at pretending to be (Y/N) is because he’s already got to her before Scott could fix any of this, even before Gerard’s hunters had a chance to fight her first.

A shiver, his fingers tremble at how bad he’s tensing them, his jaw and shoulders ache.

“It’s over,” it tries to win him over, and the soft fingers clutching his right shoulder catch him off guard even if they shouldn’t. And, damn it, it has got (Y/N)’s touch down to a T, too, skin perfect despite the fights and battles she’s gotten into, a werewolf’s healing nature erasing any physical scar she might’ve acquired during their suicidal-like stunts to save the town from the supernatural and vice versa.

But Derek knows none of them have gotten out of them truly intact, is more than aware of those wounds hidden deep inside their minds and not so easy to notice, impossible to really truly heal from them completely.

It takes Derek a moment too long to shift away from the hold and he knows, he knows he’s trapped, done for, as good as dead as Peter, who was waiting for him, Scott and Malia at the entrance of the school, features forever caught off guard and set in stone if they don’t fix this soon. “It’s okay, you can look now.”

“You’re not real,” he bites back, turning around suddenly and throwing a punch so blind not because his eyes are closed but because Derek’s always been weak when it comes to her, and since he came back they’ve barely shared a couple of stolen looks before Scott sent them all on different ways. As he faces Death right now Derek can only think I hope she knows how I feel. He hopes that those looks conveyed everything he was trying to say, the I’m sorry I left, I still love you, I don’t think I ever stopped missing you-

“I’m right here,” there’s a smile in those words, Derek’s been away for a while but he remembers what it looks like and how it tastes, and the memory of (Y/N) grinning sleepily back at him as the sun rises through the windows of his loft, eyes soft and happy and Derek’s sure hand on the small of her back as if that simple touch could protect her of every evil in Gerard Argent’s bestiary. is the only thing keeping him from opening his eyes and surrendering.The moment he does the memory fades, left behind on the back of his eyelids and forgotten as he’s turned into stone. “I’m here, Derek, and so are you, you came home. I didn’t think you would.”

His tightly shut eyes soften almost involuntarily, there’s nostalgia and residual hurt from when he drove away and left her standing outside the abandoned church, and this is the kind of reprimand he expected to be thrown at him when he came back, yet it still feels like a sucker punch to the stomach. He momentarily forgets this isn’t the girl he left behind and lets himself be swallowed by the guilt of his actions.

When he first came back to Beacon Hills after the fire he realized that he wasn’t the best at running away, and the second time he left he expected to be better at it, except now he’s got something to run to rather than away from, and that’s how he realizes, he was always meant to end up here: in the middle of a war he’s been fighting his entire life for just being what he was born as, but willing to give his life to it if it means (Y/N) won’t have to live with the repercussions of their kind.

“But you did, you’re here,” she coos, soft and somehow incredibly personal. It’s not everybody (Y/F/N) doesn’t acknowledge with an almost harsh sarcasm Derek’s sure she got from hanging out with Stiles too much. There’s a hand reaching for one of his own and it's amazing how quickly the claws draw back, he lets it be held despite knowing better. “You came back, that’s all that matters to me. Derek, please, open your eyes.”

He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, even when she guides his hand to rest on top of her heart, feeling it beat underneath his fingertips and being too unfocused, blindsided to realize that he can’t actually hear it, a sound he’s learned to identify as easily as her voice.

No, for now, he trusts his touch, his fingers as they follow the path to her face through her collarbones and the slope of her neck, sighing out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in since he decided to drive back to Beacon Hills as (Y/N) leans into his touch, the weight familiar against his palm.

“We can skip town,” she suggests, light and hopeful with an underlining of satisfaction as he remains putty in her grip. Derek’s too enamoured to notice, resolve weakened by the presence of the shapeshifter that’s been haunting his hometown and his traitorous heart, which insists on focusing on literally anything but the matter at hand. “Get in your car, drive to wherever the hell we want. You always wanted a home away from the city, we can do that. I wanna go with you, Derek, please let me go with you.”

I’d take you anywhere he admits to himself, a fact he wasn’t ready to acknowledge a year and a half ago. It had taken him less than an hour into his drive to realize how true it was, but at the time he was convinced that it was the right thing to do, letting her go and trusting she’d be safer with a pack that had people like Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski in it. However blind their optimism and suicidal their plans could be they were good kids, and were certainly better at protecting the people they cared about than Derek had been his whole life.

“Please, don’t leave me behind again.”

“I wouldn’t-”

“Then look at me,” she insists, and the air reeks of something Derek can’t recognize, at least nothing he relates to (Y/N) at all, and that should be one of the many warning signs he should’ve taken into consideration to realize that he’s letting his guard down so quickly it’s so fucking stupid. There’s a hand in his hair, slowing down to settle at the back of his neck. “Please, Derek, don’t leave me, look at me-”

“I-”

“Why won’t you look at me?” she covers his hand with her own, and the intensity of her grip along with the fire in her voice is what makes him pull away, too out of character and out of place for the Anuk-Ite to keep the charade any longer, to pretend it’s something, someone it’s not. Derek takes his hand back with a harshness to his movements, his claws back in display and fangs ready to fight his way out of it.

Its voice, shaky with a fury that does not belong to (Y/N) and never has in the years Derek has known her, breaks the spell, and if he weren’t in so much fucking trouble, the born werewolf would laugh. The Anuk-Ite’s greatest advantage in a fight has just become its downfall, unable to perfectly recreate the only person Derek knows better than he knows himself.

After all these years sometimes he fears he’s forgotten the voices of those he lost in the fire, their mannerisms and their familiar expressions. If it weren’t for his mother’s visits in his dreams, his family’s eyes and manners alive in Cora’s and Peter’s faces, he would’ve.

But there’s no way he’d forget her, he knew it the first time after he spent the whole afternoon with her in a injured daze with a wolfsbane bullet deep inside his arm, he knew it when he left her behind in that desert with the taste of salty, bloody skin imprinted on his mouth, still tingling as he drove away and watched her through the rearview mirror until (Y/N) became nothing more than something else he’d left behind in Beacon Hills.

And he knows it now, as he opens his eyes, helpless, aware that the last thing he is going to see is the one monster he couldn’t save his hometown from. His thoughts blur together into a senseless babble inside his head, I hope they make it out, Scott, does he have enough time, please, take care of her for me, tell her I’m sorry, tell (Y/N) I love-

He gives into the darkness.

i wrote this like seven months ago and just wrote a quick ending so i could upload something, mostly cause its been over a year since i have written anything, let alone completed it and i’m still working on the requests you have been sending out.

its been a long year with a horrible writers block but i kinda do like this, so here it is, for you. i hope you like it. i also have a vague idea for a scott piece i wanna write but im not sure i will, lmao, tho writing for teen wolf is really, really easy for me, idk why. anyways, whatever.

stay home and stay safe.

- e.

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missallisonargent · 4 years ago

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Answer the questions and tag 10 people!

So I was tagged by @mostly-vo1d and here goes!

1. When and why did you start watching Teen Wolf?

I was over at someone's house around 2017 and they started the first episode just wanting to try the show. Well before I went home we had watched almost all of the first two seasons. To say I've been hooked since then is an understatement.

2. Who’s your favorite character? Are you like this character in any way?

So for seasons 1-3 Allison (hence the username) was most definitely my favorite, and then that shifted to Lydia in seasons 4-6. Though the two were always close.

I share the wanting to be in controlling at times with Allison. The whole hating to feel powerless. I like control. Not to mention I'm a perfectionist that has picked up this or that hobbies (photography being one of them like her character) and dropped them when I wasn't very good. I'm not bad with a bow though no where near Allison good. I'm also very prone to self doubt and questioning my abilities and choices (in the way of the elevator scene of when she admits shes not fearless and she's always terrified). Allison is probably one of the fictional characters I relate to the most. (I don't admit it but shes also the reason I took French)

Then with Lydia, I mostly relate to being the smart friend. The one who would suggest making a molotov cocktail out of the things in the school's science lab. Always the top of the class, and I just loved how for once the smart friend wasn't portrayed as the nerd.

3. What’s your favorite season?

To be honest season 3, I could quote Motel California and Insatiable, it has the episodes that I've rewatched the most.

The Stydia lover in me also like 6A, though 6B not so much. Season 1 holds a special place in my heart due to it being what started it all. They were still all so innocent.

4. Is there a scene that is really emotional for you?

Being a such an Allison fan, a lot of her scenes really hit home. When she's in the elevator with Noah near the end of season 3 and has the "I'm not fearless. I'm terrified. I'm always terrified." scene I felt it, I really did.

Then her death was a really emotional scene for me, mostly due to thinking more about. Knowing that Scott would have heard her heart stop. Knowing that Lydia really lost her only true friend. Knowing that Chris lost the only person he had left and his little girl. A lot of afterthought made her death worse, plus I watch it years after the fact so I knew she was really dead. I wish we would have gotten funeral though. Or at least flashbacks to the aftermath and grief.

5. Who’s your favorite villain?

Kate. I think her being one of the longest running villains made an impact. Though a big part of this was due to her complexity. We really saw all sides of her and not just a monster. We saw her cover for and care about Allison but we also saw her slaughter innocent people. I think as crazy as it sounds she felt her deeds were justified and followed the code, however screwed up that was. Where like the nogistune was pure evil, I don't think Kate saw herself as a villain. The scene where she talks about her "Scott's not your little hero." really shown her true dimensions.

6. What’s your favorite canon/fanon romantic relationship?

Canon: Scallison, let's be honest, I'm basic. I feel like they would have fit the whole "find my way back to you". Stydia is a close second though and they're actually one of my few endgame ships.

Fanon: I can't really think of one that I hardcore ship. Most of mine are more "they happened but they didn't last". I read a fanfic with Malia/Kira as a side ship and it was kinda nice.

Wait update, for some reason I feel like Allison/Malia has potential. I got on a Mallison kick a little while ago but there's not much content for them.

7. What’s your favorite canon/fanon platonic relationship?

Canon: Familial wise it's most definitely Chris and Allison, I loved their relationship. Then Friendship wise Allison and Lydia (I couldn't help it there my two favs). The whole "I believe you" scene in Motel California made them my favorite friendship.

Fanon: Stallison. 100% no arguements given. They have such similar but different personalities and the only true interaction we got from them was when Stiles was acting as the messenger between Scott and Allison. I mean they both threaten to "shove it up your..." and are the only two humans. I absolutely love the concept of them being siblings and wish we saw more between them.

8. If you could have one thing in canon that’s not ship related, what would it be?

I really wish Allison would have gotten the bite, but I understand why she didn't. So my logical thing to make canon was that instead of Stiles mother filling the void when the ghost riders took Stiles, that Allison would have. I feel like that would have been a much harder situation all around. Not only would it have been much more emotional, but I think Allison being "back" would have made much more sense. Lydia was able to get Stiles back because she had that void in her life. If Allison was there it would have been 10x and more emotional on the characters and viewers alike.

9. If you could have one thing in canon that is ship related, what would it be?

I'm basic but I want my nonendgame loves together. Specifically Scallison.

10. Tell us something positive about Teen Wolf!

I love the community and how open we are!

So I'm not really sure who has and hasn't been tagged so I'm going to leave it to open and say that if you see this and want to do it. I tagged you!

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chcrrysprite · 4 years ago

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why do you ship ste/rek? chemistry and whatever else aside, isn’t it immoral? derek is in his mid twenties at the beginning of the series and stiles is 16. stiles is a minor until s6 :/

i’m not entirely sure where i said that i currently ship sterek (i’m guessing that it was implied in one of my other answered asks about malia, where i mentioned previously reading sterek fanfic) but before i start, i want to make one thing clear: i kind of...don’t.

i do think that stiles and derek can be a cute and unproblematic ship when it’s applied in two ways - a.) an alternate setting/universe, such as coffee shop au’s and those kinds of things, or b.) taking place during/after season 6b as a post canon, of-age pairing. that being said, i don’t really ship stiles and derek that much in other contexts. i completely understand where you’re coming from and i recognize that your valid concerns are very widely shared.

i don’t really know why exactly i shipped stiles and derek so much when i was first getting into the fandom, since i’ve moved onto other ships and i honestly forget a lot of what happened between them, but i’ll try my best to explain why i did from what i can infer.

1. stiles and derek was a popular ship that a lot of fans really seemed to love, so when i started watching teen wolf, it was something that i was looking out for because i assumed it would be cool. 2. in the beginning, before characters like liam, theo, and malia were introduced, stiles and derek were my two favorites. i probably just liked the idea of them being together, especially because they were funny in their shared scenes. 3. i liked the idea of bi!stiles. 4. i wasn’t really thinking about the concerns and morals of their relationship that much.

i think it’s important to note that i think a lot of viewers were (and still are) confused by the actual canon ages of the characters in the show, since teen wolf writers have been known to have really dropped the ball on making the timeline make sense...like, at all. derek hale’s age was one of the worst examples of the timeline getting screwed up, leaving some people with the impression that derek was in his mid-twenties in the pilot episode when it was later implied that he was only nineteen in season one. the only real “confirmation” we got about derek’s age in the early episodes was scott or stiles saying something about derek “graduating a few years ago” from high school, which points more to him being nineteen than something like twenty-five when they first met him.

now, that isn’t me trying to defend the season 1 shipping of stiles and derek, since either way, it’s underage - i just think that since a lot of people thought that derek was only around nineteen, the three-year age gap between them didn’t seem so intense, so they were willing to overlook it. i think that a lot of the shipping that went on around that time was fueled by the fact that a lot of people didn’t actually know how old any of the characters actually were, since all of the information was still to be discovered and everything was kind of open to interpretation.

so, anyway, that’s some of my reasoning for why i shipped sterek despite the issues with it - i just kind of...wasn’t thinking about it that seriously.

and since this is a controversial topic and one that divides a lot of the fandom, here’s the bottom line about sterek for me:

i think that it’s totally okay and unproblematic to like sterek when they are both of the age of consent and stiles is not portrayed as a minor. however, i also believe that content creators who have made questionable sterek content without knowing the full extent of the age gap and the concerns involved should not be attacked and accused of being p//dophiles or creeps when they genuinely did not understand the depth of the situation. (i’m by no means implying that this question is doing this to me - you’re totally fine!! i’m talking about the people who will relentlessly go after people with no respect or thought to their words at all.)

what i don’t think is okay is pretty logical: i think it’s creepy when people purposely seek out content that portrays stiles as a minor because the underage stiles fantasy is part of the appeal to them. i think it’s creepy when content creators purposely and knowingly create art and fic that has derek as an adult and stiles as a young teenager as part of the appeal, especially when it is extremely explicit and sexual in nature. i’m talking about the fics that have stiles playing some innocent child and derek playing a predatory older man. those are really concerning to me.

i really haven’t thought that much about sterek in years, so i’m honestly kind of glad that i got this question to clear up what i think about it now. i hope it makes sense to you.

and just a reminder - I’M IN NO WAY TRYING TO BASH STEREK SHIPPERS who do it in a respectful, educated, non-purposely-creepy way. ship your ships and create your content, and be happy with what you do. i love my fellow writers. <3

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millieswickedbooks · 5 years ago

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chapter two: the reaping

Girl on Fire (Teen Wolf x Hunger Games) [Stilinski]

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pairing: Stiles Stilinski Black!OC

word count: 5,622

WARNINGS: swearing, mention of pet death, mentions of death, brief mention of pregnancy and brief mention of war

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"Aurora?"

"Yes, Alise?"

"Are you afraid?"

I sighed, Alise would ask something like this. I looked at her from the reflection in the mirror. She was standing in front of me, as I was finishing up doing her hair for the Reaping. She was wearing a light blue denim skirt overall and a beige colored short-sleeve shirt underneath. Her dark skin was complemented by the pastels of her outfit and her dark brown, basically, black hair was up in a neat, high bun—courtesy of yours truly.

I turned to the side and looked at Stiles and Scott, both of which were sitting at the dining table, across from each other. They looked at each other and turned, giving me helpless looks. I internally rolled my eyes at the idiots and turned to look at the girls; Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, and Malia Tate. They were spread out in my kitchen, Lydia was leaning up against the counter, Allison was sitting in front of her on the kitchen table, Malia sitting on the counter and Kira was to her left, leaning on the counter too, petting Beau. They all gave me apologetic looks and I internally groaned, damning them all.

After we—Stiles, Scott and I—left the forest, we had met up with the girls, all of which were at the Argent household and we walked to my house, because I always get Alise ready for the Reaping. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac were most likely at the Hale Household. Sometime around the beginning of the year, Derek had taken those three under his wing. I literally had no idea why by they all just bonded, it was adorable if I'm being completely honest.

Danny and the Twins, Ethan and Aiden, were probably at Danny's, we'd meet up with them afterward.

From here we will go down to the Seam for the public not-execution-but-basically-an-execution.

I took a deep breath and after pondering what I should say to her, I respond with, "just a little bit, babe. But that's what everyone feels on this day so it's no big deal."

"Yeah, don't stress. We'll be fine," Lydia reassured, suddenly appearing beside us, "we always are."

Lydia had reminded of Scott in the forest because that's literally exactly what he had said to me, and she put a comforting hand on Alise's shoulder and Alise looked like she had more to say but I really wasn't in the mood for this conversation. I didn't know what to tell her, it was breaking my heart, she looked so scared and I was so helpless in this situation. I can't do anything to protect her from the truth that is our horrible reality.

"Okay, you're all set, Alise, let's go," I asserted, preventing this conversation from going on any longer by interrupting it. I looked at Lydia and smiled at her, silently thanking her for trying to help me out in this situation. Lydia winked at me and God, I love her so much, she's the freaking best.

"But-"

"Alise, we gotta go, or we're gonna be late. And I really don't wanna find out what happens if we are. I'm not trying to get arrested or something worse. Come on," I explained to Alise, looking at her expectantly. She huffed but nodded and I sighed, turning around, facing the group who was already up. We all gave each other knowing looks and we began to make our way out of the door, Alise and I were last. And as soon as Stiles stepped out of the house, me following, thinking that Alise was right behind me, I heard her call out.

"Aurora, I'm scared."

And that sentence alone brought down my walls entirely. I turned to her and saw her standing in the middle of the room, with Beau at her feet, her long, fluffy tail wrapping around Alise's ankle. Her big brown eyes were sad and her eyebrows were slightly scrunched up, a worried look adorning her face. She reminds me so much of Bubba.

"Oh, Alise," I cooed, running back towards her, crouching down and hugging her. For a fourteen-year-old girl, she really was tiny.

"What if I get picked, Aurora? What if you get picked? I don't want you to die!" Alise rambled, sounding exactly like me when I ramble.

"Dang, babe, have some more faith in me," I joked, hoping to help lighten the mood.

"Aurora, you know what I mean," she said seriously. I sighed and looked at her, remembering my terrible dream and how real it felt.

"Alise, listen to me, okay?" I started, looking her right in her big doe eyes and she stared right back, waiting for me to continue. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, you hear me? Nothing."

"You promise?" Alise asked in a quiet voice.

"Cross my entire heart," I reassured her, smiling up at her. She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I was kind of taken back by the all-of-a-sudden hug and I nearly fell over on my ass but I quickly balanced myself out and hugged Alise back just as tight. I kissed her right temple and we pulled away.

"You ready?" I asked her and she nodded, grabbed my hand and we walked out of the house, seeing the group there, waiting.

I scanned the group and soon enough my eyes landed on Stiles and once again I was reminded why I had such a big crush on that boy. His beautiful amber eyes were looking right at me and he had this look, one I couldn't place. It made my heart swell though. He had this little smile on his face and I just wanted to kiss him right then and there. I, begrudgingly, looked away, I didn't want him or anyone else for that matter seeing me basically checking him out and my eyes landed on Malia and she was smirking at me. I cursed myself as I quickly remembered Malia is incredibly observant and nothing really gets past her. Malia knew I had on crush on Stiles and that was one of the main reasons why she didn't date him when he asked her out a while back. She has been wanted us to get together for the longest time and no matter how many times I told her and the other girls that it just wasn't going to happen, they refused to listen. I blushed as she winked at me and I looked back at Stiles and I saw him still staring at me. I blushed harder and proceeded to walk down my porch steps and towards the group, Alise in tow, and as I did that I saw Stiles wink at me. I nearly choked on my spit at the sight. Why the fuck does he have to be so fucking attractive, what the actual fuck?

'Lord, don't do this to me, you know just how hot he is,' I thought to myself. Once I reached the group Stiles draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close to him.

We then began to walk to the Square, not knowing that that day, in just a few moments, our lives would change for good.

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Once we got to the Square, we almost immediately got separated. Boys one side and girls the other. Alison, Malia, Lydia, Kira, Alise and I went to our rows; we were separated by age. Alise went with all the fourteen-year-old girls, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Erica and I went in the row with the sixteen-year-olds and Allison and Cora, Derek's little sister, went with the seventeen-year-olds. I stood next to Malia at the end of our lil' clique's row.

After every child was grouped together, we waited for the Mayor to do his usual speech. I look around and behind the boy's group, off to the left, I see Mr. Stilinski and Ms. McCall. The sight would've made me smile. If I wasn't in this place I definitely would've too. They were standing next to each other and—they were holding hands! Yes! Scott, Stiles, and I have made it one of our number one goals to get those two together. I kind of wanted Lydia's mom to get with my Bubba but I knew it was still just a little bit too soon for him, so I knew I had to be patient.

And that reminds me, where's Bubba? I turn and quickly spot Bubba. He kind of easy to find, he's six-foot-four-inches and his dark skin made it even easier to find him. He was wearing a gray shirt with a brown vest, standing off to the side, next to Amara and Derek. And I saw that Laura Hale, Talia Hale, and William Hale, Derek's older sister, mother, and father, were there, too—which was shocking. They usually don't come to these.

'It honestly breaks my heart to watch these,' I remember Talia told me. I can't blame her. If I could, I would run away and never come ever again.

I saw that Bubba was staring right at me, his sad eyes boring into mine. I looked at him and threw him a small smile. I could just barely make it out but I know he signed, 'to the moon?' to me. He does it every time. And just as I signed, 'and back' the Mayor began to speak.

"Welcome, citizens of Panem," he began, his voice nearly thunderous in the Square as the crowd and its unnecessarily substantial amount of Peacekeepers was silent, now more than before. He continued, "welcome to District Twelve's reaping of the seventy-third annual Hunger Games. As many of you know, disaster struck what used to be North America..." and it was around here when I would zoom out because I seriously don't give a fuck. A civil war from years ago resulted in us sending our children to die every year, still to this day? For control? I'm not paying attention to this, it's straight bullshit.

I tune back in when I can tell he's about to introduce the Capitol's representative.

"In the past seventy-three Hunger Games, we have had only a few victors representing District Twelve. A living victor representing District Twelve is here today. His name, as many as you know, is Haymitch Abernathy and the tributes will meet him shortly after being Reaped, as he will be their mentor. So let's get this started, shall we? I know you all are dying to know," he announced, chuckling as if this was a joke. "Please welcome Effie Trinket of the Capitol!"

And with that a lady, Effie Trinket I guess, strutted up to the front of the stage after her introduction. And she looked pretty ridiculous but that's the Capitol for you. She had a huge smile on her face and was tall, with perfect posture and very pale. Like 'this-is-my-first-time-stepping-outside-in-fifty-eight-thousand-years' type of pale. And she had some weird makeup on too but that's whatever. What she was wearing though, was another story. She has a full plum-colored suit on. A plum-colored skirt that went down, just barely reaching her knees. It was weird, it was ruffled but not at the same time. And she had a plum-colored, long-sleeve, peplum button-up blazer with exaggeratedly huge shoulder pads that oddly reminded me of a really big mushroom. And to top it off, she had a rather uncomfortably large flower choker and a fucking massive plum-colored flower on her big, white hair and some black heels.

"Happy Hunger Games, District Twelve, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" Ms. Trinket proclaimed with her typical Capitol accent. That line sent a shiver down my spine as it reminded of the demonic Peacekeeper from my dream. Effie continued, "As you all already know, the time has come. I have the absolute honor of choosing one courageous, young man and woman to participate in the seventy-fourth Hunger Games. As the Mayor mentioned before, you all must be waiting so let's get right to it, huh? Ladies first." She finished with the same large smile on her face. I rolled my eyes and felt my heart pounding in my chest, feeling on the brink of a panic attack. As she reached a manicured hand into the giant ballot that was filled halfway with slips of paper, closed with usual black tape, I looked down, not wanting to hear someone being sent to their death—and also hoping it would calm my heart down.

And then, I heard it. The reason why my heart was pounding, the reason why I freaked out earlier today, the reason why I woke up with the heavy feeling in my chest. The reason why I had a nightmare last night.

"Alise Galloway," Ms. Trinket calls out.

And at that moment I felt my heart stop. Like actually. I looked up, at the back of Alise's head and I couldn't see her face but I knew what look she had on her face. One of terror and shock. I look around and I saw my Bubba's face; he was still processing what was just said, just like me. Amara wasn't any better, already beginning to cry. Talia, Derek, Laura, and William looked surprised as well.

I turned and saw the boys staring at me; Stiles' eyes were wide open, Scott looked near to tears and Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd, Danny Mahealani, Ethan and Aiden were all standing in the same row as them and all had varying looks of shocked, upset and confused faces as they turned to look at me as well. I turned to my right and look at the girls and they are harboring the same looks like the rest of my family and friends are.

I hear Ms. Trinket begin to speak into the microphone again.

"Alise? Where are you? Oh! There you are. Come on, don't be shy. Come on stage," Ms. Trinket cooed at Alise and at that moment everything slowed down, even time.

I remembered playing with little five-year-old Alise out in the rain, us splashing through the mud as our dog, Spark, chased us. I remembered playing with little six-month-old Alise around the house. I remembered bathing little ten-year-old Alise, her splashing me with water, resulting in a water-fight that got us in trouble with Bubba and he gave us a stern talking. I remembered burying our dog, holding Alise as she sobbed, kissing her forehead. I remembered getting her ready for school every morning. I remembered Amara surprising eight-year-old Alise with a little kitten, a couple of months after Spark died, which she named Beau, despite everyone in town telling her it was a 'boy's name'. I remembered me being completely and utterly obsessed with one-year-old Alise, even at a young age. I remembered Bubba and Mama telling Amara and I that Mama was pregnant. I remembered Amara and I going trading at the Seam, me holding little three-year-old Alise. I remembered Bubba, Amara, Alise and I holding each other after Mama's funeral. I remembered Bubba wrapping my broken arm in a splint after Erica had broken it falling off a tree and I tried to catch her, Alise holding my hand the entire time. I remembered all the times I would put my tiny hand on Mama's tummy, feeling her kick at the spot where my hand would lay. I remembered all the nights I stayed up late with Alise, talking about school and boys and whatever our minds would think of. I remembered calming twelve-year-old Alise down for her first Reaping. I remembered her and Amara holding me after every single nightmare I had had about Nino or Mama. I remembered Bubba showing me little one-day-old Alise into my arms, I looked down at her tiny face, her eyes closed and I whispered a tiny 'hi', and a small smile appeared on her lil' baby face as she heard the words, as she heard my voice. I remembered that as I grew I silently swore to myself that I would protect her from all harm. And this was what all those years prepared me for. To face my biggest fear; having Alise be reaped.

'Why didn't you save me, Aurora? Why didn't you do something, Aurora?' Alise had said in my nightmare. I tried to do something but I failed. Now, I can't afford to fail. If I do, then I'm losing Alise and I'm going to be letting her down as a big sister. I'm going to be letting my whole family down as a big sister. And I'm not letting Alise down. Or Amara. Or Bubba.

Or Mama.

I made up my mind. I wasn't letting this happen. Absolutely not.

"No. No. NO!" I began chanting as I ran out of my row and ran towards Alise but four Peacekeepers stopped me, gathering around me, preventing me from getting to Alise. "No! NO! ALISE!" Alise had already moved from her spot in the crowd and was standing at the center, in the aisle between the boys and the girls. She was in the process of being led on stage by four other Peacekeepers when I called out to her. She turned around at the sound of my voice and at that moment I got a good look at her face. Her big doe eyes were scared and red due to the fact that she was crying, big, fat tears rolling down her dark brown cheeks.

"Aurora?" She asked, her voice so tiny I just barely heard it over my struggles against these damn Peacekeepers.

"Alise, no! Let me go, let me go! I-I," I screamed, not knowing what the next words I was going to say were going to be but at the same time knowing exactly what I was doing. I cried out as loud as I possibly could, "I volunteer!"

After hearing what I just said, the peacekeepers let go of me, instantly backing away from me, as if I had burned them.

"What?" Ms. Trinket's voice asked, her voice echoing through the silent town.

"I volunteer as tribute," I yelled, loud and clear, making sure everyone and their mother heard me.

"Oh? A volunteer? Well, it looks like we have a volunteer, everyone! That's just great!" Ms. Trinket announced, looking right at me. "Come on up!"

I pushed past the Peacekeepers and ran to Alise, instantly wrapping my arms around my little sister. I then bent down in front of her, keeping eye contact with her.

"Aurora, what are you doing?!" Alise screamed at me, not caring that every eye is currently on us.

"Keeping my promise, babe. Now go, Alise. Go to Bubba and Amara-" Alise cut me off.

"No!" She cried out, feeling her cries stab through my heart. I hated it when she cried.

"Alise, go find-" I tried again but she wasn't having it.

"No! No!" She screamed, grabbing onto my arms with the intent of never letting go.

"I'm so sorry-" I said but then the Peacekeepers decided that was enough, pulling us apart. Seconds later, I saw Stiles, appearing out of nowhere, grab Alise. She was refusing to move so he had to lift her up completely off the ground, putting her on his shoulder. While he did that, I saw he had tears in his eyes as he stared at me. Our eyes locked for a second and then suddenly he was off.

"No! NO! AURORA! NO!" Alise screamed as she was carried away, continuing to scream as Scott quickly followed them, not before casting me a look that broke my heart.

I was then led to the stairs of the stage by four Peacekeepers. I slowly made my way up as I digested what just happened in these last few minutes. I'm a tribute now. I'm going into the Hunger Games. I'm possibly going to die.

"District Twelve's very first volunteer, ever. Come on, dear, come on up," Ms. Trinket acknowledged me and as I reached the last step, she gently but firmly grasped my hand, pulling me fully on stage and guiding me towards the microphone at center stage.

"Hello, hello! And what is your name?" Ms. Trinket asked her colored lips in an even bigger smile than before.

"My... uh, my name is Aurora Galloway," I answered, still not knowing whether I should feel happy that I saved Alise or sad because I might definitely never see my family or friends ever again. No more Lydia, no more Allison, or Erica, or Amara, or Issac. No more Scott, or Malia, or Kira. No more Stiles. No more Bubba, or Alise. That's it, it's over for me.

"I suppose that that beautiful little girl I called was your sister, huh?" I numbly nodded, glancing at Ms. Trinket and then looking around. I saw Lydia, Allison, Kira, and Malia holding each other as Lydia sobbed loudly. I turned and saw Derek holding Amara and Bubba holding Alise, who was sobbing on his chest, I could tell by the fact that her shoulders were shaking up and down.

Bubba was also crying, which tore at my heartstrings even more. The sight of my Daddy crying will always hurt. He deserves more than what this life offered him. I'd bring him the moon if he asked me to.

"Yes, that was," I answered as I guess my nod wasn't enough of an answer for Ms. Trinket as she leaned the microphone towards my mouth.

"Well, let's give a hand to our volunteer, Ms. Aurora Galloway!" Ms. Trinket told the crowd, as she began to clap lightly herself.

Not a single person besides her clapped. All I could hear was sniffs and sobs coming from multiple people. My eyes scanned the crowd once again and, at first, I didn't know what I was searching for until I found it. I was subconsciously searching for Scott and Stiles. Scott was crying, his brown puppy-dog eyes red and he had tears running down his face. Stiles was crying too, but he looked different, he looked more in pain. He wouldn't take his whiskey-colored eyes off me and in any other circumstances, I would have been blushing like a little school girl like I was earlier. But right now, it felt like my heart couldn't take any more of this. More of looking at my friends crying for me. More of my family looking like... like they were already mourning me.

And suddenly something happened. As if it was planned I saw all the townspeople, instead of clapping as Ms. Trinket told them to, they all, one after the other, put up their three straight middle fingers, kissing the fingers and raising it up high above their heads. I was shocked at the use of this old gesture. I never knew this district knew me like that, knew me enough to say they love me. I was reminded of a conversation I had with Ms. McCall; she had told me that everyone knew about The Galloways.

'Everyone loved your mother,' she told me once. 'She was a great healer, a good conversationalist too. She was just a great... friend, not just to me and... Claudia, but to everyone. Everyone was dying to see her be with your father too. He is, was, and always will be a good man. When they got married, nearly everyone came down to the wedding. Everyone loved you, Amara, and Alise too, since you girls act so much like her. After her death, it was like a disconnect. Everyone mourns in a different way. Maybe that's why the townspeople don't really talk to you all as much as they did before. Must see too much of her in you.'

'Do you really think I act just like Mama did?' I asked her. My father told me that I reminded him so much of her but I honestly don't see it. Mama was such a kind person, I felt like I wasn't as good as her, or that I'll ever be.

'Yes. You all do.' Ms. McCall began, looking off into the distance as she spoke to me and at that moment, I felt my heart break for Ms. Melissa McCall. She had gone through so much I just wanted to give her a big hug. She lost both of her best friends and her husband. It made me hate Death for stalking her so much in her life. She deserves so much more. 'Amara took your mother's maturity and her sympathetic side and is understanding just like her. Alise is thoughtful and bold, always saying what she felt was needed, not caring who heard, just like Rose. And you, Aurora, you got a little bit of everything from your mother. You might not see it but you are selfless, charming, cunning, witty, and smart. You are a beautiful young girl, Aurora, and you'll grow up to be a wonderful woman. Just like Amara is becoming, and just like your mother.'

So that's why we always got good deals while trading. And that's why the townspeople are saluting me now. It makes sense now. The townspeople were thanking me. The townspeople admired me.

The townspeople were saying goodbye to someone they love.

"And now, for the boys," Ms. Trinket continued and just like that, I was brought back down to reality. Ms. Trinket walked over to the other massive ballot that was meant for the boys and she reached in, pulling out another slip of paper. As she did that I wondered, 'Who's the poor soul who I might kill or might kill me?' And then it really hit me. I'm going to have to kill people. Children. I'm going to have to kill children. I'm going to have to take the life of someone's child. I just turned sixteen and in just a couple weeks, I'm going to become a killer. I can't kill, how will live my life, if I even survive this shit, with blood on my hands? How will I be able to do this without killing someone?

Ms. Trinket tore open the slip and read the name, leaning towards the microphone.

"Liam Dunbar," Ms. Trinket called out and I couldn't help it but I look for the boy. I quickly spotted the poor boy as the boys surrounding him moved away from him, keeping their distance from the boy as if he had the plague or something. Probably hoping the Peacekeepers wouldn't make a mistake and grab the wrong kid. The kid, Liam, looked around, shocked at his name being called but he reluctantly went with the Peacekeepers. And Lord was it heartbreaking to see him come up. He looked so scared. And as I watched him come up the stairs I'd realized seen him before. His family owns a bakery in town and he is also in Alise's grade, I've seen him going into some of her classes. The boy must be fourteen too. And for some reason, I felt the need to hug and comfort him, tell him everything would be alright.

I shook the weird feeling off and realized he was staring right back at me. I looked down, not wanting to see him staring at me any longer. I felt Ms. Trinket walked away from me so I guess she was guiding him towards center stage, where I was like she did to me. I glanced up when I saw Mr. Trinket's bold colorful outfit in the corner of my eye and saw they were standing right next to me, her hand on Liam's shoulder.

"Here we are, our tributes from District Twelve," Ms. Trinket rehashed and looked at the crowd again. My eyes found my father once again and I saw that this time, Mr. Stilinski and Ms. McCall were at his side, Mr. Stilinski had his hand on Bubba's shoulder and Ms. McCall was holding his hand. They both looked like they were crying too. And chastised myself for looking at them again, I have to stop looking, I'm on the brink of having a breakdown right in front of the whole District and that'll make me seem weak. And I definitely can't go into these games looking weak.

Ms. Trinket continued, "Now, come on you two, shake hands."

I turned to Liam and really looked at him, like really looked at him. And I felt this feeling of familiarity, it was weird. I felt like... I knew him from somewhere else, not just from the bakery or from Alise's classes, it was on the tip of my tongue and nearly driving me nuts because why the hell can't I remember this boy? But I scrapped the thought for now and reached my hand out, at the same time he did. We shook hands awkwardly but at the same time firmly. Ms. Trinket practically beamed at the sight.

"Once again, happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor..." Ms. Trinket finished and turned around to us, gently grabbing both Liam and me by our shoulders and leading us towards the large dark door. I've seen this door so many times before, from past Reapings obviously, but I never really thought I'd ever see myself going through it. The door was guarded by two Peacekeepers and once we walked through the doors, the doors were promptly shut behind us.

"Come along now, quickly. You have a limited amount of time," Ms. Trinket rushed, her heels clicking on the empty hallway she led us down. I didn't even bother to ask what she meant by that and just quietly followed her. We were led into a room and the Peacekeeper opened the door.

"Aurora, this is your stop," Ms. Trinket informed me and I glanced at her and Liam and walked in the small room. I turned to look and they had already been closing the door behind me.

And like that, I was left to my own devices. There was a chair in this room and I knew better than to just sit in it but it's all kind of just hitting me and my legs felt like jelly and god ohmygod I'm going to die. I shook my head, chastising myself again for thinking like that.

'No, Aurora, stop thinking like that! Do you want to see your family again? You want to live! You must win!' I thought to myself as I took a seat.

'But I can't kill people, I can't have blood on my hands,' I pondered, wondering how in the fuck I would survive these games, how would I go about this all while avoiding murdering someone. I struggle enough just by hunting birds and squirrels, and I know that's for survival, but in the end, it's still a life and I still feel bad. Maybe it'll help if I view it as hunting? This is basically the same thing as hunting. I have to survive. It's necessary death. But... I can't; that's someone's child right there. But at the same time, I'm someone's child too.

'Ugh, this is so fucking terrible,' I thought to myself as I racked my brain for a way out and every solution I came up with just came with another flaw or a problem and I felt my blood boil with anger. I hate these fucking Games. But I have to survive, I have to come back, to Scott, Isaac and Ms. McCall, to Lydia and her mom and the Tates. I have to come back and see Kira. I have to come back to Allison and the Argents; I'll miss her like crazy. I have to come back to Boyd and Erica and the twins. And I have to come back to Danny. I have to come back to the Hales and I have to come back to Mr. Stilinski and... Stiles. Stiles. I have to come back for him, to him. I'll miss him and Scott so much. And when I do, hopefully, I will tell him how I feel. No more waiting around. No more secrets.

And most importantly, I have to come back for Bubba and Alise. And Amara. We are all we have. I can't leave them, I can't let myself get taken away as that Peacekeeper did to us with Mama. I have to come back to them.

And in that room, I promised myself that I would kill only if I absolutely had to. Because I might think about others and their well-being and why I shouldn't kill them but that doesn't mean they're doing that to me.

And as I stared off into space, looking at the wall in front of me in the small, quiet room, I realized something. I realized that I wasn't really freaking out as much as I felt like I should anymore. And I wondered why am I not shaking at the fact that I might die in a few weeks? And it hit me. I have a shot at this, it's slim but a shot's a shot. And I remembered why.

'Thank God Mama taught me archery and Bubba taught me knife-throwing. Without those, I would be a lost cause in these Games,' I thought, slightly chucking because I used to complain about why I should learn to them constantly when I was younger and when I was around thirteen I realized I could use my skills to hunt and now, look at how handy they'll come in for these stupid Games.

And in that very moment the door opened, the loud noise startles me and I looked up, seeing Alise, Amara, Bubba, and the Hales. And that was what officially caused me to break down.

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and there’s chapter two !!! as always, feedback is always appreciated !! ♡

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stereksecretsanta · 6 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @agna333!

Length: 4745

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Stiles was supposed to be back two days ago, so when his team returns without him, Derek goes to find him. (And it's totally not because he's in love with Stiles, despite what Erica says.)

A Naruto-inspired Sterek AU! In which Derek and Stiles are team leaders, the nogitsune is to Stiles what the nine-tailed fox is to Naruto, and there is, at one point, ramen.

Note: I hope this is to your liking and that you're having a happy holiday!

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hold your breath and cut through the darkness

Stiles had always been a little odd, had a little too much energy. It wasn’t until Derek’s life was in danger that it had manifested as a creepy fox spirit.

Deaton didn’t own up to why Stiles had a creepy fox spirit in him until it happened again. And again. And the fox spirit—a nogitsune—threatened to take hold of Stiles completely.

At that point, he hunted down some special lichen, did a binding ritual, and explained how the nogitsune that currently resided inside of Stiles had once fed on the town of Beacon Hills. It had taken his mother everything—and more, so much more—to lock it away in her only child and she had thought that, despite the fox inside of him, he would be okay. She had been strong with magic and, if it worked right, Stiles would be stronger with the nogitsune than without.

What other choice did she have?

Everyone had always known, in some way, what Stiles was. He had always been different. The kitsune and wolves alike had been suspicious of him even before the nogitsune emerged, but after a time, it started to be okay. The nogitsune could almost be forgotten, now a devil known rather than a mystery.

Derek can’t forget though. Not when he’s seen the thing firsthand, has seen the sort of hold it can have on Stiles, how it can take those traits that Stiles normally controlled, could amplify and twist them to make it seem like they were just part of who he is. And Stiles is annoying, definitely, but he’s not evil.

The nogitsune, even when it tries to fake it, is definitely not Stiles. And Derek knows Stiles. They didn’t get along when they first met, but they’re… Well.

Derek and Stiles are friends, sure. He has to admit that now after all the times they’ve saved each other’s lives and all the embarrassingly open conversations they’ve had and how much they—ugh—care about each other.

But really? Stiles gets to help train the wolves and kitsune at the school?

Stiles?

He barely even counts as a supernatural given how far buried the nogitsune has to be for him to even function.

Meanwhile, Derek was born a wolf. He had tracked down and killed his own uncle in revenge and inherited the mantle of Hale Alpha. He’s strong even when he’s in control, while Stiles…

Stiles can barely swing a baseball bat without the nogitsune.

And Derek can remember when they’d been caught together in the attack, when he’d been ready to bleed to death, outnumbered and out of options. Stiles had snapped, hadn’t been Stiles anymore but had become something other. The thing that wasn’t Stiles had taken down three Alphas like they were whiny children, had dipped a finger into the hole in Derek’s chest and licked the blood clean, savoring the taste of his suffering.

It could’ve killed him. Derek knows that.

But instead Stiles had struggled to the surface long enough to ask for help, to beg Derek to knock him out, kill him, anything, anything, to keep the nogitsune away (away from Derek, he hadn’t said, but his eyes had pleaded).

Derek doesn’t like to dwell on that, another horrible thing he’d witnessed. Another horrible thing he’d had to do. But it had been necessary and Stiles, when he was really Stiles again, had thanked him for it.

It still doesn’t mean that Stiles is qualified to help supernatural beings find their focus and learn how to fight.

Stiles has his own team. They’re totally screwed, in Derek’s opinion. Then again...Scott has his own team.

Derek isn’t sure which is worse.

Liam, one of Scott’s, nearly bowls Boyd over and Derek thinks maybe Stiles is the better option.

Stiles spends a great deal of time talking to his team. Reassuring them while simultaneously emphasizing just how dangerous it is to be caught alone, to forget their own strength, to let what’s inside of them take over. His eyes, those brilliant amber eyes of his, they go loose for a second, far away to something Derek had seen from the outside but can barely fathom seeing from within.

Derek had always been one with his wolf.

...And maybe Derek shouldn’t be so focused on what Stiles is doing with his team when he should be focused on his own.

Derek’s team is older and more experienced, a couple of them his own Beta wolves that act as seconds in command. Boyd is big, strong, and stoic while Erica is sassy, ready to test anyone she thinks needs to be tested. She’s come the farthest, really.

His younger sister Cora is on his team, another born wolf, and even though Stiles has their cousin Malia, Derek is certain his team would have no problem taking on Stiles’s.

To be fair, Malia had been an actual coyote until a year ago, but still.

Derek feels better for just a moment when he thinks about how his experienced, established team could easily take down Stiles’s ragtag bunch.

And then he feels guilty.

“If you keep watching him,” Erica remarks, “everyone is going to know about your big dumb crush.”

Derek is startled out of his thoughts and glares at her. “What? Shut up.”

“Come on,” she wheedles. “You two were paired together, what? Six times? Everyone knows he only lost control because you were hurt.”

“That’s not— He would’ve done it for anybody.” Which, maybe, is too close to the truth or too kind or too something, because Derek feels like he’s choking.

“Whatever.” Erica flips her hair over her shoulder. “You can call it a hate fuck if it it makes you feel better.”

Derek grits his teeth. “I don’t...hate Stiles.”

“Because you loooove him,” Isaac butts in.

Isaac had been his Beta, too. Before Isaac had fallen head over heels for Scott. (Derek still isn’t sure if it’s romantic or platonic, but whatever it is, it’s intense.)

Thankfully, Boyd has Derek’s back. “Leave him alone.” Derek gives a tight nod of appreciation before Boyd adds, “Obviously he’s in love with him.”

The betrayal.

Stiles bumps Derek’s shoulder with his own when they’re grabbing dinner. “You ready for our teams to go head to head? I’m willing to place a pretty good bet on Malia.”

“Well,” Derek acquiesces. “She’s a Hale.” He raises his eyebrow.

Stiles sputters, flushes slightly. “Yeah, well.” He taps his fingers on the counter. “She’s got Stilinski training.”

Derek rolls his eyes, he places his order and takes out his wallet but Stiles is pressing cash into the guy’s hand instead.

“I know I can’t afford much, but I can pay for your ramen, alright?”

Stiles’s smile is bright and disarming and Derek would like to pretend the heat he feels is from the bowl being set in front of him, steam curling over the hot broth. It takes him far too long to mutter a stilted, “Thanks,” before he’s watching Stiles grab his own bowl. “Do you want to…”

“Eat together?” Stiles finishes for him, grin even wider. “Sure!”

They settle across from each other and Stiles slurps his noodles so aggressively that Derek feels little flecks of broth spattering his own face. It’s disgusting and he sneers, ready to tell Stiles so, but he opens his mouth to speak and Stiles looks up at him with those big round doe eyes (and noodles hanging from his mouth, of course) and Derek shuts himself up.

“What?” Stiles asks, but it’s nearly unintelligible, garbled around his ramen.

Derek shakes his head, resumes eating like he’s not the one closer to a wild animal.

Stiles’s team gets sent on a mission that’s supposed to be easy. They’re just going to escort a cub back to her pack.

It should’ve taken two days max. Get her there, settle things with the pack, return to Beacon Hills.

Derek had been antsy after two days, at which point Erica had teased him again, but it’s been four now and Derek is seriously worried. Erica is worried. Hell, even Boyd is worried at this point, in his own quiet way.

Malia and the two younger wolves return, but Stiles isn’t with them.

The wolves are scared, don’t want to talk, and Derek growls when he talks to Malia, which she meets with a growl of her own. “What happened? Where is he?”

Malia pulls herself out of Derek’s clawed grasp and flashes her own eyes and fangs. It’s probably for the best that she had been on Stiles’s team and not his. He and Cora were stubborn enough, another Hale would’ve only made things worse. Malia snaps her teeth in warning when Derek doesn’t back off, and Derek retreats to give her space. She shakes her head. “Hunters.”

“Is he—” Derek’s throat closes with a click.

Malia sets her jaw. “I don’t know.” She glances back at the wolves where they cower together, explaining what had happened to Noah, and Melissa, who checks them over, talks them down. “They weren’t after us.”

And it’s clear what she means. A sick, twisting, sour thing churns in Derek’s gut.

The hunters hadn’t been after the shifters.

They had been after the nogitsune.

“Where?” he asks.

Malia huffs. “The scent ends where the northern trail splits. I tried to follow but I lost track and I had to make sure they got back.”

Derek’s nostrils flare. Technically, she made the right decision. She went for the good of the many when she found the way to be too difficult and too dangerous to take.

He gets it.

But he hates it.

“I’m going,” he says, and doesn’t wait for any other information. He stalks off only for Noah to block his path.

“What are you doing, son?”

“I’m going to find Stiles.”

There’s a tension, a furrow in Noah’s brows that says he agrees with Derek. That he’d loved to head right out there with him. But then he says, “He might not be Stiles when you find him.”

Derek knows the other thing better than anyone else, at least so far as it’s connection to Stiles goes. He’d just rather pretend that he isn’t what brings out the nogitsune. (And it’s only been him. Somehow, only him. Three times.)

Noah is waiting for a response, won’t step out of the way until he’s satisfied that Derek knows what he’s getting into, but it takes Derek a moment to muster up the words.

Derek’s heart is stone as he says, “I know.”

Cora is staring at him when he leaves, worried. They used to have a family, parents and siblings, and they have Malia now, but it’s mostly just them. Cora isn’t ready to be an only child and Derek doesn’t want to leave her that way.

He just can’t leave Stiles in the hands of hunters.

And he isn’t sure if it’s because he fears Stiles will be lost to the nogitsune’s destructive powers or if it’s because Stiles will be unable to summon it to his own defense, now of all times. Stiles defends himself, but he defends others far more fiercely. The nogitsune would likely be happy to destroy the hunters and anyone else who crosses its path, Stiles included.

If Derek can get there, and get there soon, maybe there’s a chance.

He sticks to the shadows, has to suppress his own heartbeat a couple of times as the loud thudding in his chest becomes difficult to hear over. He can smell the fear of the wolves, sharp and sour and too bright, but underneath he finds Stiles. Stiles was scared and...something else. There’s something threading through his emotions, the chemosignals more difficult to define, but what matters is that Derek can scent Stiles.

He’s better than most at this; he’s had to be with all that’s happened to him.

Derek hears a twig snap and climbs into one of the trees, hoping against hope he hasn’t already been spotted. He used to sneak up on Stiles sometimes and Stiles would always clutch his chest, scold Derek. He wishes this were like that, just a game.

Watching the ground through his wolf eyes, sensitive to movement, Derek spots a human, but she doesn’t smell like hunters. Derek waits until she’s out of sight, gone the opposite direction, before he continues his pursuit.

It’s likely the hunters have a camp. Something as dangerous as the the nogitsune would need to be dealt with, and soon, so they’d probably try to find somewhere just far enough. Derek knows that their scents will be blocked, that there will be a red herring leading elsewhere.

At least, if these are Argents, and Derek is certain that they are. Deep in his bones, he knows Kate is here, trying to take away one more thing that matters to him. (Because that, Derek can admit. Stiles matters to him. Whatever Erica and the others may think, that much is true.)

But Derek knows Argents well enough to see through all their tricks.

It takes him a while, but he starts to hear the rustling of people, the clinking of chains. There are at least five different heartbeats and he can’t yet determine if one belongs to Stiles. Right now he’s just surprised he can’t hear Stiles’s voice, but that must mean—if Stiles is alive, if—that Stiles is gagged or unconscious.

Chills go down his spine as he hears Kate laugh and he hates being right.

“It looks so human,” she coos, and there’s a crackling sound that Derek knows far too well.

There’s the muffled sound of someone crying out in pain, and Derek has to rein in his wolf so he doesn’t do anything rash because that someone is unmistakably Stiles. He scents the air. They’ve got something else, too, but if Kate’s with Stiles, he’s likely the prize.

“Are you trying to bring it out?” a man’s voice hisses and Derek thinks it must be Kate’s brother, Chris. “We just need to put that thing out of its misery while the host is in control. You don’t need to play with it.”

Derek can hear Kate’s pout. “You’re no fun,” she whines. “I wouldn’t mind taking this one out for a spin,” she continues and Derek has to dig his claws into his own leg.

“This thing is dangerous, Katie.” A third voice. He’s more teasing than chastising. “But since your mother passed, you are in charge.” A fondness. Gerard.

“Dad, do you really think we should—”

Gerard makes a noise you might use to scold a dog. Chris isn’t the favorite, probably because he has some sense in him. In Derek’s opinion, Argents have never seemed overly fond of sense. “Your sister makes the decisions. You follow orders.”

Derek could almost feel bad for him...if he weren’t an Argent.

He risks a move, wants to see, and it’s just as horrifying as he had imagined.

Stiles is strung up, hands tied over his head and his feet dangling, all his weight supported by his bound wrists. He’s certainly feigningunconsciousness, but Derek has a feeling that Stiles is more aware than he lets on. Derek doesn’t have to be a genius to know there’s mountain ash that makes his rescue more difficult than it appears. It looks easy, but the Argents are unfortunately not that stupid.

Kate trails lazy fingers down Stiles. “Less lean than you’d think, huh?”

She turns and Derek ducks down, hopes she doesn’t see the movement through the foliage and get suspicious.

The silence goes on too long but it’s Chris who speaks. “Not paranoid, are we, Kate? That’s not very becoming of a leader.”

“Shut up,” she snaps. “Being cautious is what keeps us one step ahead of the beasts.” Derek can hear her sneer, but Chris’s heartrate stays even.

Derek listens as her footsteps retreat, the sound of a tent flap. He calms himself, starts thinking of a strategy now that Kate’s threat is just a littleless immediate.

“Derek,” Chris whispers. “It’s Derek, isn’t it?”

Derek’s heart drops to the pit of stomach.

“Look, if you’re here for the nogitsune, I’m willing to help.”

With a careful ear for noise, Derek drops down on the other side of the tree and waits, knowing Chris will approach.

Derek keeps his claws out, but hidden, curled toward his own palms. “Why would an Argent go against Argents?”

“I have a daughter,” Chris says. “About the same age.”

“And that means you’re ready to let him go?” Derek shakes his head. “Doesn’t add up.”

“Look.” Chris’s eyes are sharp and blue, but they’re not like Kate’s, not filled with saccharine sympathy that belies the utter disregard for life underneath. “Boy or not, I’m willing to put that thing down if it comes to the surface,” Chris says and Derek wants to rip his throat out, tear him to pieces.

Derek stiffens. “Then why don’t you?”

Chris’s gaze darts over and Derek can hear Kate and Gerard inside.

Derek lets out a low growl. “They think they can use him?”

“It,” Chris corrects.

Normally, Derek would agree, but what they have now is Stiles through and through. Still. Thankfully.

“They haven’t figured it out and I’ve seen one before. They don’t go down easy.” He grits his teeth. “That thing could destroy everything, and I’m not ready for that kind of civilian casualty just because my father and my sister think they can harness it for their benefit.”

“Stiles is not the nogitsune,” Derek warns, hopes his anger covers his worry. “It just lives inside of him. It… It stays there.”

Chris raises an eyebrow. He may not hear the blip in Derek’s heartbeat but he’s trained, and Derek has been obvious. “You’ve seen it.” Not a question.

Maybe… Maybe there’s a way to convince Chris that it’s okay, to hedge this into Stiles’s favor. “Yes. And I survived.”

“How many times?” His mind is calculating and Derek hates that he’s trying to reason with an Argent.

“Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t come out.” He tries to push all the certainty he can into the words.

“It comes for you.” Chris chuckles.

Derek exhales sharply through his nose. “He doesn’t— He doesn’t protect himself with it. It won’t come out because you have him under threat.”

Chris Argent doesn’t say anything else, but Derek can see what he’s thinking, what he must think of Derek and Stiles.

There’s no point in correcting him; it would just be more time wasted that they don’t have if Stiles is going to survive this. Speaking of time… “How long until she comes back?”

“Minutes, if we’re lucky,” Chris says. He eyes Derek warily. “I’ll cut the ties and then you have have fifteen seconds before I start shouting.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “Fifteen seconds?”

The look he receives in response is hard and incredulous. “Fifteen seconds.”

Derek swallows down any further protest. “Thanks.”

There’s a noise and Chris’s teeth grind. “Alright.”

He moves swiftly and Derek is barely processing before Chris is sawing through the rope that binds Stiles, letting Stiles fall with a painful-sounding thump, just a hint too sharp for his complete safety to be assured.

“Already broken,” Chris informs him offhand, as if the fact that Stiles’s bones had already been cracked was any possible consolation.

Derek drags Stiles out where his arms are beyond the ash, pulls him over his shoulder. “It’ll be okay,” he murmurs, and if Chris hears him, so be it. He uncovers Stiles’s mouth and Stiles’s eyes flicker to his but it seems he’s hit his limit, relieved to see Derek.

“Five seconds,” Chris warns.

Derek doesn’t bother trying to respond. He manages to make a small distance before he hears Chris yelling for help, catches blood in the air and knows that Chris has cut himself to make the story plausible.

“Goddamn it, Chris!” he hears, Kate’s voice, and does his best to move faster.

The shock of the force is what gets him, causes him to stagger and shield Stiles’s body from the hunters. His shoulder already burns from the aconite poisoning and he keeps moving.

“Der— Derek.” Stiles swallows thickly.

“Shh. Don’t try to talk, alright? We’re gonna get out of here.” Stiles shifts and Derek hisses.

Stiles moves around more in his concern. “You’re hurt. What—”

Another bullet flies their direction, missing Stiles only because Derek’s reflexes urge him to protect.

“Whoa.”

“Now is not the time,” Derek grits out.

“I can maybe—”

Derek falls to the ground, cradling Stiles to him as he arches over him and Stiles’s voice goes small.

“Derek?”

When Derek doesn’t respond, Stiles goes deathly still.

The sounds of shouting and footsteps grow closer, cacophonous and chaotic.

“There!”

But then Chris is saying, “Wait, wait!”

The footsteps come to a halt and Kate lets out a growl more wild than any wolf Derek has ever known. “What?” she demands.

“We injured the wolf. I’ve heard the nogitsune has only come out when the wolf is in danger.”

“Good. Two birds with one stone. Two beasts.” Kate clicks her tongue, pleased. “Derek, honey,” she croons. “Don’t worry, we can save you for last.”

“I’m okay,” Derek says, but he obviously isn’t. Two wolfsbane bullets take their toll much quicker than one. “Just… When they get closer, I’ll get them. They won’t think—”

“Aw, puppy,” and Kate’s voice is far too close. The toe of her boot pushes into his injured shoulder and he flinches, refuses to arch completely under the pressure. “Just give in.”

“Back off,” Stiles says, edging into something dangerous, something other.

Derek’s fingers turn to claws, curling around Stiles. “I’m not worth it.”

“Kate,” Chris warns.

Kate laughs. “It’s perfect. Maybe they’ll tear each other apart.”

Stiles’s eyes shut tight and Derek’s feels his body thrumming with energy that isn’t his own.

“I’m okay,” he tries again. Whispers again and again like a mantra, but then Kate cocks her gun, the click deafeningly loud, and Stiles isn’t Stiles anymore.

The nogitsune stands, ignoring whatever of Stiles’s body might protest. It glances down at Derek and frowns.

Derek turns to watch, horror chilling him to the bone. Even as the aconite works toward his heart, it’s this that is truly frightening: Losing Stiles to the nogitsune forever. To know Stiles is trapped inside his own mind as his body rains destruction on all he loves. They’ve bound it but it breaks free, and Derek doesn’t think they’ll ever be able to hold it forever. The thing holds itself differently, its slouch too affected and purposeful, casualness false and wrong.

“Don’t,” Derek says. Not that it’ll matter. He almost misses Kate’s wide grin as she looks to what was Stiles.

The nogitsune raises an eyebrow at him. “Shhh.” It puts a finger to Stiles’s lips, winks.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Kate starts, pulling its attention. “I’ve been trying so hard to get you to come out for a couple of days now. Glad to see something finally worked.” She takes a step toward it in her usual swagger and offers her hand like she’s meeting a new acquaintance over coffee, not a thousand-year-old demon.

Derek would shudder if he had the ability to move at all in this moment, if terror didn’t keep him locked, stock-still.

“Something worked,” it agrees, tilting its head. Its voice is a mockery of Stiles’s. It reaches out for Kate’s hand, but it doesn’t shake, it twists. It takes her down to her knees and leaves her staring up, hair falling over her face as she finally shows pain, some semblance of fear passing through her features before she schools them into anger.

Chris holds out his arm, stops a couple of hunters that had followed from closing in. “Hold on,” he tells them. “Unless you want to get ripped apart.”

The other hunters pause, look between Kate and Chris.

“What are you doing?” Kate snarls. “Shoot it.”

Derek crawls forward, brings himself behind Stiles’s legs and pushes himself up, wraps his arms around Stiles’s body. He wants Kate dead, but not like this. He doesn’t want more blood on Stiles’s hands under the nogitsune’s will. “She’s not worth it.”

“Nothing is,” the nogitsune retorts, “but that’s half the fun. She hurt you and he”—Stiles, the vessel, it’s clear in the nogitsune’s disdain—“got so scared, he let me out. I might as well do him this one little favor...and end her.”

Chris Argent says nothing, just watches the whole exchange with gritted teeth, deep lines creasing around his eyes. The hunters lift their guns uneasily, aim at Stiles, but he waves them down.

“Stiles,” Derek murmurs. “I know you’re in there. Don’t let it do this. Don’t— Don’t be like me. Don’t let anger and fear control you.”

Kate opens her mouth to sneer something else, but the nogitsune forces her back, smiles at the sound of a loud crack and her scream.

“Mmm,” the nogitsune intones. “What a lovely sound. Don’t you think, Derek?”

Derek winces. He forces himself to continue. “Stiles, stop. You have to stop.” Derek hesitates. “Please.” The nogitsune twitches, minutely. If Derek wasn’t a werewolf, he may not have even noticed. “Please, Stiles,” he says again. “Please. For me.”

Kate lets out another noise, animalistic and angry. “Shoot it!” she shouts.

“Please, Stiles. Please. For me. I won’t survive much longer and I want to see you again. You. Please.” He presses his face to the back of Stiles’s neck. “You’re stronger than this.” He can feel his blood seeping through, causing his shirt to stick to Stiles’s.

The resounding explosion of a gunshot deafens Derek and he finds himself on the ground, cradling Stiles’s body whether or not Stiles is its active host.

He’s overwhelmed by the smell of Stiles’s blood and his heart stops in his chest.

Gerard stands beside Kate, although he offers her no help. He likely expects that she should be strong enough on her own if she’s an Argent.

“Derek.” Barely a whisper.

Derek spares a glance to Gerard, to the drawn gun, before gently turning Stiles. Stiles. He can see it in his face.

Stiles’s breath stutters.

Derek starts to leech his pain, but Stiles shakes head, brings up a hand to touch Derek’s chest.

“St— Stop. Derek, you can’t. The wolfsbane.”

Derek’s face crumples. At least he had felt useful, even if only for two seconds.

“Did the team—”

“They made it back.”

Stiles manages a grin that comes out half-grimace. “And you came for me like a self-sacrificing idiot?”

Derek smooths a hand over Stiles’s cheek.

“Can’t we do something?” Kate says, wrestling herself up off the ground. “Shoot them?”

“They’re dying,” Chris says. “Give them a moment.”

Gerard chuckles. “For once, Katie, I agree with your brother. You can see it, can’t you? Beasts in pain, acting like they have the capacity to care for one another. See how they imitate emotion?” He gestures with the gun as if it isn’t incredibly dangerous.

Kate doesn’t respond. She may be the oldest female in the family now, but she still cows to her father’s will.

Derek hears something in the distance, quiet but not so quiet a wolf won’t hear. Multiple heartbeats approaching them.

Familiar heartbeats.

A roar echoes through the trees surrounding the hunters camp, surrounding the hunters. Snarls and howls and Derek closes his eyes, collapses next to Stiles as the sounds of carnage reverberate through his skull. He feels something touch his hand, Stiles’s. Stiles’s fingers finding his and oh.

Oh.

“Erica was right,” Derek says.

Stiles hums and Derek feels it through their little connection.

“I came after you because I loved you.”

The near-inaudible huff is something like a laugh. “Yeah.”

The wolfsbane is working his way into his heart, he can feel everything slowing, feel himself fading.

“Derek?” His voice goes in and out but it’s Stiles. Derek tries to concentrate, to let the last thing he hears be Stiles’s words. “I love you, too. That’s why it— For years.”

Derek twitches his fingers, the closest he can get to a squeeze. He wants to say something else. He wants to, but—

Derek wakes up in the medical ward a couple of days later.

Stiles is still by his side.

They’re… They’re alive.

And Stiles is Stiles again.

Derek lets out a breath of relief.

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Three Words | Teen Wolf Imagine AU

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Plot: Derek Hale is getting married to you. ;)

Wordcount: 1,930 (7-minute read)

Warnings: This is oozing with Fluff! The story is narrated from Derek’s POV. Welcome to Derek Hale’s mind! Enjoy!

A/N: I’m experimenting with my narration. Hope y’all lemme know what you think!

(Photos aren’t mine! They belong to their rightful owners!)

I never thought this day would ever come. I’ve been on the run for half of my life. From hunters, then from the FBI. For some time, I’ve looked at the world as a hostile place. It’s never safe anywhere for supernatural beings like me. But now, as I fix my tie, I’m convinced that all of that has changed. I’m getting married to the most beautiful woman in the world today. A smile draws up on the corners of my mouth as I think of that.

I’m facing the window, overlooking the garden where I’ll soon be exchanging vows with Y/N. Scott comes in appearing a little flustered.

“Dude, sorry I’m late. I had to pick up Allison,” Scott says to me.

“Hey, no problem,” I said, as I grab his hand and give him a brotherly bump on the chest. “I’m just glad you could make it, Scott.”

“I still can’t get over the fact that you didn’t make me, your beloved uncle, your best man,” Peter suddenly appears on the doorstep. His expression is pretentiously bothered.

“Call yourself lucky ‘cause I cared enough to invite you to my wedding,” I say to Peter. He then rolls his eyes at me. I shake my head at him then ignore him.

“Looks like I don’t even have so much to do here. You’re all dressed up, and the rings are where they’re supposed to be, and almost everyone’s here,” Scott says to me. I smile at him then look at myself in the mirror while adjusting my tie.

“Just help me make sure I don’t make a fool out of myself today, Scott.”

“Dude! Who knew you’d look fucking handsome in a tux?” Stiles comes to the room rushing in. I can tell he’s pretty excited for me too. I exhale in his humor. That kid hasn’t changed one bit even after college.

“Thanks for coming, Stiles. You better not mess up my wedding day,” I say to him.

“Oh, come on, Derek. The only person who’d probably wanna mess up your wedding day is Kate Argent...” He trails off. “And Miss Blake, probably. And Braeden,” His eyes darting around as he enumerates. “All of your exes, pretty much,” Stiles says, nodding in certainty.

“Hey, no one’s coming to ruin your wedding, man. Don’t worry about it. Argent’s got Kate covered already. Miss Blake won’t be back for you. And Braeden...you know it didn’t work out with you guys,” Scott says to me encouragingly.

“Besides,” Stiles interrupts. “We’ve got the whole pack surrounding us. And if trouble comes, Peter will be the first one to take care of it. Right, Peter?” Stiles looks at where Peter was standing but didn’t find him there or anywhere in the room. “Dude, wasn’t he just here a minute ago?”

“Forget him,” I say to them. “Damn it, I’m so nervous. I wish liquor still had an effect on us.” I rub my palms together in anxiousness.

“It’s that bad, huh?” Scott asks me, grinning amusedly. I think about it.

“I guess so,” I rub my nape as I look at the window again. “Why do I feel like this is scarier than all the chances we had of getting killed?” I turn my back to the window and look at them, expecting an answer. Scott and Stiles look at each other, both still smiling.

“Maybe because you don’t wanna mess it up?” Scott says.

“Yeah,” Stiles adds. “Not just the wedding, dude.” He pats my shoulder.

“The marriage,” Scott finishes. “This is good. It means you’re not gonna hurt her.”

“I’d kill anyone who would,” I say to them, and they both pat my shoulders to release the tension that suddenly elated at the thought.

Finally, the time for the ceremony comes, and my palms are sweating like hell. I stand at the altar beside Scott, anticipating for when my bride, Y/N, finally marches the aisle. Y/N always wanted a rustic garden wedding, and I always wanted to be wed with her. After I had rebuilt my family’s house, we paid tribute to them and decided we get married inside the Beacon Hills Preserve. Y/N said it would be nice to make a new and positive memory to my family’s home. She really thinks of everything.

It’s a perfect day to get married to Y/N. The start of October Fall has brought a good tone to our wedding. Beacon Hills isn’t as dark as it usually is. I quietly glance at everyone we’ve invited. On the right side of the audience are Y/N’s small family and an intimate number of friends. On the left side sit mine: Peter, Cora and her husband carrying their 2-month old baby, Malia, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa, and Argent. At the back seated are Deaton, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd.

The wedding march begins. The acoustic quartet starts to play a song. And I can’t wait to see Y/N’s figure to emerge from the back of the whole entourage.

Liam happens to be the ring bearer and he marches first. Scott and Stiles decided on it. The flower girl, Cora’s 5-year-old daughter, follows. Then Stiles and Lydia, being the bridesmaid and groomsman. Allison is Y/N’s Maid of Honor and walks alone. The acoustic quartet starts to play ‘Canon in D Major’.

Finally, there she is.

I’ve never seen her look so beautiful. Look at my princess. She looks so perfect in her lace dress. Her little head crowned with flowers. Her mere presence always made me forget of my vicious side. She’s always been the only good thing in my life when things weren’t; when things were hopeless. The pack calls me ‘sour wolf’ but she always calls me ‘sweetie,” always so endearing. Her tone, always so warm when she says my name.

I’m getting married to her but I still wonder how she manages to be so pure, and goofy, and hot all at the same time. I shake my head at that the thought because that’s when she takes a glance at me while she walks the aisle gracefully with her father. God, look at her. Look at the woman I’m about to be married to.

Her father shakes my hand and eyes me the statement, “Take care of my daughter or you know what’ll happen to you.” I finally grab Y/N’s hands. To my surprise, they’re cold too. Her smile is so big and refreshing, and I could hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. I wish she could hear mine, too. It’s pounding too. It’s pounding strongly just for her. This feeling is beyond my understanding.

“Hey,” Y/N says to me. I say the same thing to her. “You ready?” Her rosy lips draw a grin at me.

“Ever since I met you, babe,” I say to her.

God, I must’ve done something right in this life to be in this moment right now. Here she is, standing in front of me. Those Y/E/C eyes gazing at me, sparkling with excitement and nervousness. The wedding officiant now tells us to exchange vows. I start with mine.

“My dear Y/N, my love for you will always be whole and will never wither, will never doubt you, and will never love another. I’ve loved you since the day you learned my name; especially when you said it repeatedly for the first time because I froze on the fact that you knew my name.

I promise to listen to you. To laugh at your silly, but mostly funny jokes; to listen to your dreams and wishes; to your problems, and worries. I promise to keep you away from insecurities as possible for you have no reason to be insecure. I promise to be there on days you need me. To protect you from harm. I promise to hold you only with gentle hands. I promise to compromise with you in a disagreement. To massage your neck when you need me to. And give you the whole tub of ice cream on a bad day.

Y/N, your eyes make me weak every time they set their gaze on me, but your love makes me strong. I only want to see your smile when I wake up in the morning because it always tells me that everything will be all right. I will always love the way you say my name because it always sounds tender to my ears. I will always love holding your hands because they’re the perfect fit for mine.

You are my anchor, Y/N L/N.

I promise to be with you in your darkest hour. I will hold your hand and embrace you when you feel defeated. I’ll cry with you and binge-watch anything with you. I will always be your best friend, and I will leverage on being your husband from there. I will always respect you, and honor you as my wife, my love, my Y/N,”

Y/N starts with her vows.

“My dear Derek, I still couldn’t believe my eyes that you’re here, exchanging vows with me. It’s almost the same way when I first heard your friends call you ‘sour wolf,’ because you’ve been nothing but sweet and gentle to me. Derek, I love everything that your handsome face does, I even love it when you look annoyed. I love the way you look at me because you look at me with your kind eyes.

Derek, I promise to coax you when you need me to, even if you tell me you don’t. To care for you when you’re hurt or bruised. I promise I won’t pry on things you don’t want to talk about. But if I know that it bothers you, I promise to convince you that we’ll go through it together. I promise to massage your temples on a hard day and be kinder to you during the full moon. I promise not to nag at you when I’m stressed or frustrated.

I promise to listen to your pack stories, your plans, your goals, and dreams. Your thoughts will always matter to me. I promise to stand beside you in times of troubles and impossible things. I promise to trust you when you tell me to. And I promise to put back the toothpaste cap on and squeeze it from the bottom of the tube.

I love seeing you get excited about the things you love and enjoy. I don’t care how different we are, because, to me, we are one.

I’m excited to share so many things with you. Breakfasts, naps, movies, silences, sunrises and sunsets, and the future ahead of us. I’ve loved you with all my heart, Derek Hale, and I always will. The love in my heart will always renew every day, just as the day does with the sun. I promise to cherish you and honor you as my partner in crime and in life; as my husband and soulmate, my dearest Derek.”

I’ve never felt my face so wet with tears since I lost my family. But here she is, Y/N L/N, now taking my name, finally being my new family. Y/N and I both take sharp breaths as we smile at each other, slowly taking in our vows to each other. For a long moment, I forgot that our families and friends are with us at this very moment.

Y/N and I keep our hands holding each other’s as we exchange rings and take each other as husband and wife. Our voices shake as we talk, awaiting the life we’ll live after we say those three words that will change our lives forever.

What do you guys think?? Did I do Derek some justice?? Hope y’all like it! Tell me if you wanna be tagged!

P.S. I have a Scott x Reader imagine coming up!

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northside-serpent · 7 years ago

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Forgive

I am personally a huge fan of Teen Wolf, and have been wanting to write an imagine about it for while now, so here it is! This imagine is also somewhat inspired by the game ‘Life is Strange” but doesn’t at all follow the plot of the game.

-H

Pairing: Lydia Martin x Reader, Pack x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Sadness, death, implied nudity, graphic description of broken bones, blood, etc (seriously do not read if that bothers you), implied depression, vomiting

Words: 1,618

Fingers danced along Lydia’s back. A lazy giggle emerged from her throat as she kept her eyes closed.

“Lydia…” Your voice sang.

“Lydia… Lydia!” Stiles snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“Huh?” She suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She sat at a table in the courtyard of Beacon Hills High School along with Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Liam, and Mason.

They all shared a glance. “We asked if you were going to the pack meeting tonight.” Malia repeated.

“Oh, uh, no. I don’t think so.”

The bell rang, and everyone left for class. Everyone but Lydia and Stiles.

“Lydia… it’s been months.” He began. “Don’t you think it’s time you get back out there? You know-” Lydia cut him off.

“I should what? Move on?” She scoffed. “I’ve moved on, what makes you think I haven’t?”

Stiles knew that he was practically walking on eggshells around her. “Well you’ve been… a little…” he couldn’t decide on what word to use.

“What? Sheltered? A loner?” She snapped. “I’ve moved on. It’s not like we were dating or anything. (Y/N) left. She left. I’m over it.”

Lydia stood up and stormed off to math class, taking the seat furthest to the back.

It wasn’t unusual for Lydia to slack off in class these last few weeks since your disappearance. She would sit and ponder.

She played with the bracelet that dangled around her pale wrist as the teacher explained the lesson.

“Lydia,” you snickered as she kissed your nose.

She pulled back and stared into your eyes, leaning in again before you moved your head back.

“I have something for you.”

She sat back on her knees as you rolled over to the edge of her bed where your backpack was thrown. You ruffled around in the bag for a few seconds, before emerging with a closed fist. You opened it to reveal a hand-braided bracelet, an exact replica of the one that hung from your wrist.

“A bracelet just like yours!” She gasped, thrusting her wrist towards you so you could tie it on.

“There.” You stated. “Now we will always be together, even when we’re not.”

A cat-like grin spread across Lydia’s cheeks as she repeated your words like a promise, an oath. An oath to you and your friendship.

The bell made Lydia jump out of the memory. That was the summer after freshman year, three years ago.

She sped out of the class and to her car, ignoring the calls from her fellow pack members. She hopped into her car and soon found herself at your house.

Neither of your parents’ cars were in the driveway, and no one answered the door when she knocked. Luckily, she remembered where they kept the spare key.

She wandered into your room, as she had done many times. She dragged her fingers over the dresser, picking up dust on the way, before sitting on your bed. She picked up the knitted throw from the end of the mattress, acting like a bed runner. She hugged it to her chest and pulled it up to her nose, taking in your scent, a scent she hadn’t been able to take in for two months.

“What’s your deal with that blanket?” She asked you as you cuddled up with it.

“My grandma made it for me. I've had it since I was a little girl.” You answered. “Why?”

Lydia was quiet for a moment before responding. “You just sleep with it every time I come over.”

You giggled, “I sleep with it every night because it’s special, makes me feel nice… like you.”

Lydia flushed as red as her strawberry locks and pushed a strand behind her ear. “I-I…” she stuttered, causing you to laugh more.

She grinned, somewhat gaining back her lost confidence. “You’re special to me, too.”

By now, tears were rolling down her ivory cheeks and falling onto the blanket.

“(Y/N),” she sobbed. “I need you.”

She stuffed the blanket into the passenger seat of her car and drove off, somehow finding her way home through the fog in her mind.

“Lydia?” Her mom called as she entered her grand house. “Is that you?”

“Yeah Mom, it’s me.”

“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, do you want to-”

Lydia cut her off. “Actually, I’m not hungry. I think I’m just going to go to bed early.”

Natalie wasn’t phased by this, having had to deal with this behaviour for the last few months, but she still felt pity for her daughter, and chose not to argue. “Alright, just come down if you decide you want something.”

Lydia nodded briefly before she disappeared up the stairs.

Once she reached her bedroom, she wrapped herself in your blanket, clutching it close to her nose, and fell into her bed.

Laughter filled the air as Lydia laid on a lounger parallel to the one you were on. Gossip and jokes were swapped as you let the sun tan the skin that was exposed around your bikini.

Your phone dinged, signalling you had received a text. Lydia took note of the drain of colour in your face as you read it.

“(Y/N), who is it?”

You jumped in your spot, quickly turning your phone off and brushing it off. “It’s nothing, just my mom.”

Lydia didn’t buy it. “Seriously, (Y/N), what’s up?”

“Nothing, really!” You reassured her.

“Really?”

You held her hand, leaning closer and pressing your lips to hers in a long kiss. “Really. Just forget it, okay?”

She nodded, speechless.

A playful grin spread across your cheeks. “When did you say that your mom would be home?”

“(Y/N)!” She squealed as water splashed her. “What does my mom coming home have anything to do with it?”

She didn’t get a verbal response from you, only feeling a wet object hit her in the face. She pulled it back to reveal your bikini top.

Her eyes widened two times their size as she looked back to you, finding you treading shoulder deep in the water, your bottoms now sitting on the edge of the pool.

“So,” you called. “You comin’ in?”

Lydia woke up in a familiar place. She was no longer in her bed with your blanket, but instead the Beacon Hills Reserve.

She stumbled around for a few moments, dread taking over her body, knowing fully well what usually followed these situations that she found herself in way too much.

She climbed a small hill, and at the bottom laid an unmoving figure. Lydia scrambled down the hill rolling the body over, and letting a scream louder than she’d ever let out before when she barely recognized your face.

Your once healthy hair, was now ripped out in places and matted with blood, and your face so bruised, bloody, and swollen, the only way she could really tell it was you, was your now lifeless eyes. Your right arm was broken beyond repair, and so was you left leg. One of your ribs was protruding from your chest and shirt, blood covering you from head to toe.

She held you for what felt like hours when she heard voices.

“Lydia! Lydia, where are you?”

She was too weak to respond, but soon the voices were only a few feet away.

“Lydia?” Scott’s voice was meek as he approached her slumped figure. “Is that-”

“It’s her.” She whispered so quietly that without his heightened hearing, he wouldn’t have heard her. “It’s (Y/N). She’s dead.”

Scott knelt next to her and took in your state. “Lydia, I’m-”

“Don’t.” She cut him off. “I loved her, Scott. I loved her, and now she’s dead.”

“I know,” Scott told her, pulling her to his chest. “We’ll find who did this. I promise.”

Stiles skidded to a stop in front of them. “Scott, you found-” he cut himself off when he saw not two, but three figures on the forest floor, one lying eerily still.

Scott shook his head at his best friend, choosing not to say anything in respect to the heartbroken banshee, and watched as Stiles’ entire body wavered, suddenly growing pale.

He took a few steps closer, but once he caught a proper glance at your mangled body, he stumbled to the nearest tree to balance him as the contents of his stomach spilled from his mouth.

Once recovered from vomiting, he stepped back and whipped out his phone. Shakily he said, “I- uh, I gotta call my dad.”

The police arrived in no time, along with your family, who wailed at the sight of your body being taken away in a black bag. Scott and Stiles sat with Lydia in the back of an ambulance, all wrapped in blankets and a menacing silence set over the trio.

Thoughts ran through Lydia’s mind, but she couldn’t focus on any of them as her heart raced. Only one thing was on her mind the whole time.

“She was special.” She whispered, not even loud enough for Scott to hear. “She was special."

It was later revealed that you had been murdered by a man from out of town, who's number was found on your phone, along with some very threatening messages.

Lydia knew that those messages were the ones you'd been receiving the entire time, and she also knew that they had been right under her nose. She could have told someone, but she chose not to, which lead to your murder. For this, she would never forgive herself.

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creativeashproductions · 7 years ago

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Sparrow // Stiles Silinski x Guardians of the Galaxy

Summary: Following the events leading up to the formation of the Guardians of the Galaxy with your brother Peter and new friends, you make a decision. Needing time away you leave to Earth where you crash and find friends and a love you’ve never felt. Comfortable in Beacon Hills, your world is turned again at the arrival of the Guardians

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Guardian!Reader, sibling!Peter Quill, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Malia Tate, and the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Words: 3680

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Guardians of the Galaxy or the characters involved. I only own the plot behind this but I also do not own any gifs or images involved. Our desktop theme automatically provides the owner for the gif. Image that does appear, I couldn’t fine the original poster on google images.

Warnings: Swearing, allusion to death, space ship crash, little angst, and fluff.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Requested forever ago and probably won’t have a second part. I can’t remember the last time I watched Guardians of the Galaxy and I haven’t watched Vol. 2 either.

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You never had the same connection or time on earth that your brother Peter had growing up but you shared the same temperament. Your birth father Ego had allowed you to stay with your biological mother was the first year of your life to ensure you had the healthy beginning of life. In other words he was pro nursing and knew a year would suffice before you were brought to space by the Ravagers. When you learned how to pilot a spaceship you left to be alone.

You were kept away from Peter growing up to stop any bonding that possibly appear and kept hidden from Ego. Which was understandable given that there was about fourteen years of an age difference between Peter and you. Once he became aware of you he took you under his wing and you worked together.

“I’m heading out.” You interrupted Peter and Rocket from their conversation.

“Where you headed?” Peter asked concerned.

“I’m an independent person Peter.” You smirked over at him, “You knew this when you met me.”

“You were ten years old.” Peter supplied, “I still don’t know much about you.”

“For good reason. Look we’re a group of outlaws that banded together. I’m used to being on the good side or the bad side to be honest. We have no criminal backgrounds anymore either so I need time to think.”

“Don’t you dare go into hiding.” Peter pointed his finger at you, “It’s what you did last time.”

 You shook your head remembering when you managed to avoid being detained by Nova Corps and placed in the Kyln. Not that it mattered you had already been detained and escaped when you were sixteen. You were already waiting in the Milano when your brother escaped with your new friends.

Flash forward to the heartbreaking scene of Groot sacrificing himself you save you all, you decided you needed time away. Realizing you had changed yourself to care about other people than just you and Peter it shocked you.

“I won’t. The minute you actually need help. Call.” You smiled slipping into your small spaceship with a wink to Rocket.

Naturally you had been to most of the inhabitable planets in the universe but there was one place you had never really explored. Earth.

You spent the better part of three days exploring the world to find a location you would settle in for a short amount of time. You were humming when your ship started to shake out of control, buttons flashed before you crashed into the ground.

“We should call Scott.”

 “I need to be independent.”

“Liam, we need to call our Alpha. She literally just fell from the sky and crashed hard.”

You slipped in and out of consciousness were god knows how long before your eyes blinked to see yourself in a forest. You caught sight of a group of teenagers off to the side speaking from two of them stood above you.

“Where the hell am I?” You groaned crawling to lean against a tree.

“Where did you come from?” The interesting coloured young male asked. His skin dark and abnormal compared to Gamora’s.

“Who the hell…” You shook your head scanning the area for your ship Sparrow coming up empty, “Where the fuck-“

You were caught off guard when you were shoved to the ground by a tall male close to your age. You stumbled into the tree before struggling to find your weapons. Gamora had gifted you with a Godslayer when you kept stealing it to try it out. It was in your ship of course but the you didn’t have time before you kicked the boy in the chest to send him onto the ground.

The other people let growls out as they crouched low. You muttered a curse before patting your side to find your custom gauntlets before the ball of metal elongated around your hands. The metal material were intricate swirls that went from your wrist to the middle of your fingers. The strip of material wrapped around your middle finger on each hand. They looked like jewelry but after mastering could send out a blast of energy in any strength you wanted.

You twisted your hands to hit the the younger male teenager with a modest blast that sent him into the nearest tree. He grunted laying there recovering from the shock as the others bound towards you with a snarl. You twisted and moved elegantly before they were each on the ground recovering from the electricity.

“Are we done?” You questioned standing straight. When the first attacker came towards you, you turned your hand palm up before using the energy to lift him in the air.

“What are those?”

“My name is Y/N.” You spoke flicking your eyes on each of them.

“Scott.” One of the older teens spoke.

 “Scott! We don’t just-“

“Quit. This is Lydia, Liam, Stiles, Mason and my girlfriend Malia.” Scott pointed to each person. You hummed relaxing more, “How did you end up on the ground unconscious?”  You bounced on the balls of your feet before biting your lip debating on if telling them was a good idea. Peter preferred the Guardians not being entirely well known for the safety of everyone.

“My name is Y/N Quill.” You spoke up, “I was born to a woman in an unknown location and a father I don’t know. I never had a last name so I took my recently discovered half brother’s name. I’m part of a group that protects the universe."

A snort from Stiles brought your eyes to him as he rolled them in disbelief. You shot a pointed look at the male before returning your attention to their leader.

“I recently decided to take a vacation from my duties as a Guardian. I crashed here and woke up to see you all here.”

“You’re insane.” Stiles muttered.

“Your friends just grew magical hair, teeth and claws. Are aliens really that shocking?”

“I don’t believe it.”

You huffed spinning on your feet to search the area to find the ship you had concealed to eyes of others. You glimpsed a glint near a tree stump before rushing over.

 “Oh my poor Sparrow.” You wept as you coaxed the ship to reveal itself to you.

The scratches broke your heart but the dent nearly destroyed you before you opened the door to the ship. Smoke came from the dash but when you heard the gasp right behind you it made you jump.

“Star Wars.” Stiles gasped paling as he hurried to look over piece of the ship, “Am I dreaming?”

“No.” You mumbled sitting down on the seat, “I have room if you want to take it for a spin.”

You were sure Stiles was going to faint as he scrambled to the hatch door with excited coating his expression. It lifted and it was barely finished moving before he had planted himself in the copilot seat.

“Stiles can direct you to my house.” Scott said as Stiles tossed his keys down to Scott.

“Drive carefully.” Stiles warned before the hatch closed and all outside sounds evaporated away.

“Buckle up.” You grinned grabbing Stiles’ hand to place on the dash. The dash changed to a holographic image and quickly displaced the location from Stiles’ head.

“What the hell?” Stiles screeched cradling his hand to his chest.

 “It going looking for locations. That’s it.” You soothed the boy, “It doesn’t take memories or dreams from you. It just takes locations for the places you’ve been.”

He was quiet when the ship took off a lightning speed the point where you were close to blinking and just being there. Sometimes you forgot to turn that feature off.

“Can I drive.” Stiles questioned almost timidly.

“No.” You stated fast, “Not even Peter drives Sparrow and besides I have to fix the ship still.”

You landed the ship in the backyard using the invisible feature to keep prying eyes from it. The house was interesting to all the homes you had seen. Peter and you didn’t have a home to be honest, you were more of the cram everything in the ships and go types.

“This is a house?” You breathed wincing as Sparrow chirped to signify it locked. Stiles snickered thinking of the ship and Roscoe in terms of horns.

“You don’t have one?” Stiles asked confused.

 “You were pretty much in mine.” You blinked at the boy, “I’m from outer space. We don’t have houses floating around.”

“That one show with the two kids and that girl from Twilight did.” Stiles muttered. You shot him a confused look before shaking it off and being lead to the house.

Within a few minutes of being in the house you were enthralled with the the concept of human life on earth. In your eighteen years you had been shielded by the natural culture teenagers experienced even if you did catch a few tv series and movies.

“Is that you?” You questioned pointing to a little boy in a picture frame on the wall.

 “Yeah. That was a few days before I met Scott.” Stiles nodded to himself, “I miss those days.”

“How come?” You asked tilting your head to look at him.

“Life was really different.” He shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets thinking back on the changes.

He seemed to be saddened by the conversation and you understood when the pictures went from him and his parents to dwindling to pictures with his Dad or alone until there was barely a picture on the wall. You took that as the knowledge his mother was no longer in the family whether it be by passing away or some other cause.

“I live with my brother most of the time.” You spoke up tracing your finger along the minor crack in the wall, “He rescued me from a clan when he heard about me. We were kept away from each other.”

“What is it like in space?” Stiles asked as the sound of the jeep parking came in through the window.

 “I’ve only ever known space.” You hummed avoiding his gaze, “It’s adventurous and lonely sometimes.”

The door was opened by the group of teenagers from the woods with hesitant concerned expressions. You curious about them all but you had to fix your ship in case shit hit the fan again and the Guardians needed you.

“You’re here.” Liam was dumbfounded having thought you would have left with Stiles.

“I am.” You snickered blinking at the young boy, “Having a lovely conversation too.”

“Are you an alien?”

 “Not really.” You trailed off remembering the news you got before leaving.

“Not really?” Malia asked.

“It’s not something I want to talk about right now.” You mumbled lifting your hand to your neck where a simple chain laid on your chest.

You fell in love with Beacon Hills and the normal life they led, other than the supernatural aspect, in the small town. It was summer on earth in which Stiles explained school was on holidays until the fall. He had quickly explained that Scott, Lydia, Malia and him were graduated and in their second year of university which was another thing you didn’t completely understand.

“How old are you all?” You asked the boy sitting on his bed beside him. His hand tightly holding yours.

“I’m nineteen.” Stiles grinned, “Malia, Lydia and Scott are my age.”

“What about the others?”

“I don’t worry myself about Liam’s age.” Stiles waved off as he furrowed his brows, “Different topic but where do you go at night?”  

“Sparrow.” You replied, “Why?”

“You sleep in your ship?” Stiles practically shouted just as Noah came to the door.

 “Your ship? You said you had a good place to stay.” Noah frowned coming into the room more.

“I do. My ship is comfortable and good.” You firmly nodded twisting the comforter on the bed in your hands avoiding their eyes.

“We have a room you can stay in.” Noah offered, “It’s a smal-“

“It’s called the Doghouse.” Stiles smirked looking at his father. Even if it saddened the Stilinksi men it didn’t change the room that Noah stayed in when he got in trouble with his wife.

 “When my wife got angry or we fought I would sleep in the small spare room.” Noah explained tapping his fingers on the door frame, “Stiles here bribed or blackmailed the shop teacher to make a sign to put on the door.”

“It was up every time he had to sleep in there.” Stiles looked down at his lap.

“She loved that sign.” Noah cleared his throat, “Supper is on the table with your ready. Burger and fries with a salad for Stiles.”

“No that’s for you.” Stiles protested following his Dad downstairs continuing the argument.

It had been a few months or so that you were staying in Beacon Hills for a variety of reasons from the crush you harboured for Stiles that slowly developed into a relationship. It was the reason you made the excuse that it took a long time to repair Sparrow when truly you didn’t want to go back to being a Guardian of the Galaxy.

“You coming?” Stiles shouted as you appeared at the foot of the stairs.

“Here.” You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before dishing up food for himself. You noticed Noah staring in shock at the two of you before he shrugged it off with a simple mumble.

“First a werecoyote, then a banshee, now a space human.”

“Half alien.” You smiled at the older man. He blinked, Stiles blinked, you blinked before you felt like the sound barrier exploded from the excited sound.

“You’re an alien?!” Stiles screeched in complete shock, “You’re like Zam Wessell!”

 “Who?” You questioned confused.

“A mercenary in Star Wars who shapeshifts.”

“I don’t shapeshift.” You noted watching your excited boyfriend.

“Can we go to space somet-“

“No.” Noah practically shouted shaking his head, “Werewolves, magical de-aging, kanimas, dara…dark druids are what I can take. My son going to space?! No!”

Noah plastered a severely stern expression as he dug into his burger to ignore the conversation and tension he had left. You had heard the stories when you originally met the pack but hearing it come from a severely exhausted officer was a different thing entirely.

“You should never meet Rocket or Groot.” You calmly spoke, “Gamora is understandable because I’ve seen humans paint their skin before.”

 “Rocket and Groot?” Stiles asked looking at you.

“Not important.” You waved off as the pack began to walk into the house without knocking, it seemed pretty typical now.

“We should do a movie night outside.” Liam spoke up, “It’s one of the nicest nights out this week and we have the projector and blanket.”

In agreement everyone got more things together to place outside all the while Stiles was complaining nobody wanted to watch Star Wars. You had just gotten the sheet up when something crashed into it and skidded a few meters.

 “Jesus christ!” Scott gasped struggling to push himself away.

You groaned recognizing the ship from multiple adventures and lessons to drive. The ship door opened to have Gamora step out in her badass glory while Rocket immediately went for the projector to look it over.

“No.” You whined practically collapsing to the ground in annoyance, “Peter!”

You ducked when the blasted flew over your head and a loud cry was heard before a bird fell off the tree in the neighboring backyard.

“Jesus Christ!” You screeched landing hard on the ground before rolling out of the way when Gamora’s sword went deep in the ground.

“Hey sis!” Peter grinned jumping out of the ship onto the grass. You sighed collapsing further into the ground in sheer exasperation.

Stiles came over and helped you up all the while he stared in shock of the ship to the weapons and the new people. He must have died and gone to heaven because this was crazy similar to Star Wars, even if it was entirely different also.

“I’m done!” Noah spoke shaking his head and quickening his steps to the house, “I’m packing and you are taking me to Eichen!”

“Oh come on Dad!”

“I am Groot!”

You gasped seeing the tiny Groot smile from the door way of the ship shifting as he caught sight of you. The tears flooded your eyes as you raced to the edge of the ship and collapsed onto your knees in front of the little guy.

“Groot!” You shakily spoke giggling as he nestled into the crevice of your neck.

“I am Groot.” Groot said with a stern expression and tone.

“I’m thought you were gone. It’s my fault.” You cried as Groot placed his tiny hand on your cheek and shook his head.

“I am Groot!”

“Okay!” You shakily laughed wiping your tears away as he climbed onto your shoulder. If you had to choose someone in the universe you were the closest with outside of your blood family than it would be Groot.

Since you met him he had become a close friend and when he gave you that last look before he died. It had destroyed you sending you into a desperation to get away and while it was tragic, it brought you to Stiles.

“What the heck is that?” Malia asked looking at Groot.

 “These are my friends and my brother.” You said as Peter pulled you into a headlock. You resigned to it instead of the traditional wrestling.

“Star Lord.” Peter said with a wave.

“Star what?” Stiles asked squinting.

“His name is Peter.” You sighed rolling your eyes at him before pointing to the rest of the team, “The rest of them are Gamora, Drax-“

“The Destroyer.”

 “That sounds way too similar to Deucalion’s ‘Death, Destroyer of World’” Stiles announced while Lydia walked closer to the ship to look at every aspect. Even after opening a gate to save Stiles this was her holy grail.

“This is Rocket Racoon, and my best friend Groot.” You finished gesturing to every single one of them, “We’re the Guardians of the Galaxy and we protect the Galaxy from threats.”

“How does someone named Dax the Destroyer actually be a good guy?” Liam asked crossing his arms.

“We weren’t…aren’t…? good guys.” You frowned looking over at Peter, “Holy shit. We’re the good guys now.”

“We saved a planet.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re a bad guy?” Scott questioned stepping more in front of his pack.

 “We used to be intergalactic outlaws.” Gamora supplied standing straight beside Peter leaving you with a subtle smirk.

“You lied to-“

“No I didn’t Stiles.” You coaxed stepping closer to the male, “You never asked and I never told. It’s not something I wanted to talk about, you’ve told me about the things you’ve faced.”

Stiles stayed locked in his position as you gently placed your hands on his cheeks as you pressed a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Have I ever tried to harm anyone of you?” You asked earning a shake of his head, “Did I ever make you uncomfortable?”

“No.” Stiles mumbled leaning his forehead against yours. His hands grasped yours in his as you turned to pay attention to the Guardians.

 “What brought you here?” You asked your brother.

“We have a lot of talk about.” Peter nodded sharing looks with the other Guardians, “We need your help. We’ve been given the job of protecting batteries in exchange for Nebula.”

“That sadistic bitch again?” You groaned, “Can I kill her this time?”

“No.” Scott spoke in reflex not even realizing.

“I can’t leave.” You softly told your older brother, “I have a life here Peter. I like it here. I love Stiles.”

“You promised.” Peter reminded you, “I haven’t asked for your help since you left months ago. I need you sis.”

You went to open your mouth before Stiles tugged you in the house up to his room oddly more quiet than usual. Leading you to the bed he crouched in front of you ensuring you were looking right at him.

“You should go.”

“I can’t leave you.” You whispered caressing his cheek smiling as he turned to kiss your palm, “I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.” Stiles whispered grasping your hands in his as he turned his head down, “I need you but the universe does too. I go back to Washington for the year. Summer’s almost finished and I know you don’t like heavily populated places.”

“Especially when I’m close to the White House.” You joked with a watery smile, “I’m pretty damn close to slaughtering Donald Trump before he gets in office.”

“I’m sure we can talk. You can visit during the holidays and come back for the summer.” Stiles quickly said, “I love you. I love you so much that I know we won’t let anything get between us.”

The great thing about your ship was that it was able to connect onto the belly of the Milano as a customized build on. It was definitely needed when you were part of a team and spend the duration of flights conducting plans. Everything was good to go especially when Stiles smirked understanding you had been prolonging fixing Sparrow.

“I knew it.” Stiles chuckled shaking his head.

“Are you sure?” You asked clutching your guantlet balls squeezing the cold metal in your hands.

 “I’m sure.” Stiles replied as you nodded.

You stepped into the ship after your friends and brother hesitating to look over your shoulder before rushing back to Stiles. A searing kiss before he walked you backwards until you were the ship.

“I’ll teach you how to fly Sparrow.” You smiled as he returned it.

 “See you soon.”

“See you soon.” You echoed before the ship closed and raised off the ground. With matching tears with you boyfriend you became quiet.

Stiles watched as the Milano became speck until it was just gone. You were gone and he missed you so much already.

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years ago

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This Isn’t Goodbye - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Me (I legit have no shame for this)

Word Count: 6,893

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, It’s honestly just really sweet sex?, possible tears

Notes: So, talking to @minhosmeanhoe about doing something for the end of Teen Wolf and this is it. It’s hard to really express what this show means to me because it has changed my life. So much. So this is literally my rants, through Scott and myself, expressing what this show means to me, thanking it for everything it has done. The things I say are coming legit from me. This isn’t the end for us though. I will not stop writing for teen Wolf, for Stiles. It means too much to let it go away completely. So, just... enjoy my rant I guess. And me spilling my heart out about the show. And of Stiles. And me wishing Stiles was mine.

PS This is unedited. And I don’t even care. So ignore all my typos because I know they exist.

Stiles sat in the hospital room, glancing around to the people that crowded the small area. It was pure, agonizing silence, but he understood why.

It was barely 24 hours after it all ended.

Scott sat by his mom’s bed, rubbing her hand carefully, soothing her. His cuts and wounds had long healed, but Adderall-enthused young man could see the permanent scars etched into his friend’s heart and soul. Scott looked slightly broken, his uneven jaw clenched tightly, almost like he was having trouble comprehending everything that had happened in the last month.

Chris Argent sat across from the True Alpha, holding Melissa McCall’s other hand tightly in both of his. Their fingers were laced together, the two adults sharing a loving look every once in a while. He was obviously glad that she was healing just fine after Nolan shot up the McCall house before Stiles had arrived. Argent was even more glad that she was awake and talking, albeit quietly due to the hoarseness in her throat. She was alive and well, or as well as she could be, and that was all he needed in this moment.

Lydia sat in Parrish’s arms, the two silently conversing with their eyes. Parrish’s large hand tinkered with her fingers, his eyes glowing orange faintly every time the tips touched together. Stiles wasn’t one to believe in true love, or fated love, especially when it involved the girl he loved for so long. But he had let her go when he knew for a fact that she was meant to be with the Hellhound deputy. The way they looked at each other and supported each other told him they were destined for each other.

Malia stood behind Scott, running her fingers through his hair. Stiles couldn’t deny how surprised he was when Scott told him they were together, but he was happy for his friend and ex. They had found happiness in this crazy supernatural world. He found it odd slightly, but he wasn’t going to protest it. Malia looked happier than ever, happier than she ever was with Stiles. Stiles knew their relationship had been purely physical, but the two grew together, learning what they wanted most from the world.

Theo and Liam were pressed into a small corner, silently staring at the ground. The two had apparently formed a tight bromance over the time fighting the hunters, Theo helping Liam control his anger issues, being there for the young Beta. Theo had really come around since their junior year. Sure, Stiles personally couldn’t forgive him for what he had done, but Theo was growing on him like a fungus. Maybe in twenty years, he could have a conversation with the chimera. Liam… Liam maybe in five more years. Liam had some more growing up to do.

Corey and Mason sat visibly, for once, against the back wall, not far from where Stiles himself sat. Their hands were intertwined together tightly, just relishing in the feeling that the other was there. Mason’s arm was tightly wrapped in a purple cast having broken his arm when he decided to fight off Gabe. How he broke his arm punching the crap out of the wannabe hunter, no one really knew. But he saved a lot of lives and Gabe was taken to a high security prison by Rafael McCall, not to be released for a long time.

The sheriff was in and out of the room, Stiles watching his father pace the length of the hallway whenever he passed the open door. Noah Stilinski was glad everything worked out, but he held doubts of what the future held. He knew, deep in his heart, that things would never be the same. And the kids that always protected the town were going to be leaving for their own lives soon. Was he ready for that? The sheriff wasn’t sure. But for now, he was glad everyone was alright.

Derek the sour wolf leaned against the window, staring at the full moon in the darkened sky. His eyes glowed a faint blue, shifting around from the uncomfortable silence in the room. He was home, but it didn’t feel the same. He could feel the lingering stares of some people, their fear still present even though the anuk-ite was long gone. It was possible those people would never forget what they felt, and Stiles knew Derek feared the worst. No one wanted a repeat of Monroe and Gerard.

Peter was even present. Maybe it was to support Malia. Maybe it was to support Melissa, seeing as he had taken her out forever ago. He still cared, Stiles guessed. He was opposite Derek, playing with Derek’s new phone, trying to set it up so Derek could easily understand how to use the foreign technology. The former alpha was quiet, but his presence was not forgotten. He had actually helped fight the anuk-ite, keeping his daughter safe and helping the McCall pack, knowing he couldn’t let something like this slide. They made it personal when they blew up his cars but he wasn’t about to let another person try to destroy the home he knew.

Ethan and Jackson were propped on a dressing, the lips connecting occasionally to keep the other calm. Stiles couldn’t argue it was nice to see them together and safe, especially after having been tortured for so long by Monroe. Jackson’s eyes would meet with Lydia across the room, the two giving acknowledging nods to each other. Stiles fought back a smile, finding it inappropriate to smile in a time like this. But he was glad both couples found peace in the end.

Isaac, much to the Stilinski boy’s surprise, had flown in just to help fight after he heard what was going on. His… girlfriend, he guessed he could call her, sat next to him on the ground at the foot of the bed. Apparently, him and Cat had met at their school in Paris, Isaac instantly being attracted to the young witch, especially when the first time they spoke was after she tripped over her own feet, landing face first on his crotch. The two hit it off quickly, even going as far as moving to New York to attend NYU together. Apparently, she fell on his dick a lot after they became friends, though Stiles wasn’t sure in what way she meant, figuring she meant sexually, and if she even meant to be so open about that. Maybe it was the New Yorker in her that made her reveal that. When Isaac found out what was happening, he dragged Cat out of bed to jump on the first flight to Beacon Hills, apparently in exchange for going to every Yankees game for the next two years. Stiles wasn’t happy that she was a Yankees fan and (failing) to convert the curly-haired beta to like her favorite team, but he was glad she showed up when she did. Her magic was truly an asset to the fight, and Stiles hated to admit he liked her more than Isaac. Especially now that Isaac was going against the Mets.

Stiles sighed, hearing the faint sound of footsteps hustling down the hallway. His eyes shot to the door, seeing me stopping in the doorway. Our eyes locked, a small smile finding its way to his lips unconsciously. He quietly excused himself, rushing to the door, hand enveloping mine and leading me away from the packed room. When we got a decent distance away, his arms wrapped around me, my face burying in his flannel shirt.

“Sti…” I quietly muttered, sighing to myself. He shook his head, his face nuzzling in my hair. He took a deep breathe, smelling the strawberry scent from my shampoo.

“I’m glad you are alright,” he mumbled. “I was worried when Monroe shot at you. I don’t know what I would do without you. I can’t live without you.” He started rambling, his words getting jumbled and losing any sense he was trying to get out. He was cut off by one simple kiss when I pushed him away, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m fine. The bullet grazed my arm is all. Nothing a Band-Aid and Neosporin can’t cure,” I whispered, pecking his lips again. The FBI trainee visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath. He proceeded to just hug my smaller frame close, his head dipped into my shoulder, kisses tenderly at my neck. “How is everyone after last night?”

“It’s quiet. But it makes sense I guess. It doesn’t seem real that everything happened. It doesn’t seem real that the anuk-ite is gone now, or Gerard is dead. Monroe is going to prison after she is released from the hospital since Gerard shot her. I think everyone is just… thinking about everything,” Stiles told me, his voice barely audible.

“Everything?”

“Not just this fight,” he clarified. “It’s almost been four years since Peter bit Scott. Four years of this madness, babe. It’s weird to think back on everything. This has literally changed all our lives. It’s been hard, there’s no denying that. We’ve lost so many. But I guess it’s been good. If this hadn’t happened, where would we be? I wouldn’t have the friends I have now. I wouldn’t have the experiences I have now. I wouldn’t be in the FBI program.” He paused, backing away to look at me. “I wouldn’t have you.”

“Oh, Stiles,” I choked out, trying not to cry. “I know what you mean. I’ve only known you a year. But you guys have changed my life. I wasn’t in a good place when I met you. But now, you mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Oh, baby,” Stiles said, leaning down to kiss my lips passionately. His hands were on my cheeks, caressing my skin softly. His lips moved against mine gracefully, electricity shooting through my body from the contact. His head tilted slightly, letting his lips felling encompass mine, pulling me closer to him. When he pulled away, he was slightly breathless, both of us panting quietly. “I can’t imagine my life without you too. Now, let head back in.”

He grabbed my hand, leading me into the hospital room. Scott’s head turned to us as we entered, Stiles pulling me down on his lap in the seat he was previously in. Scott smiled at me, squeezing his mom’s hand.

“I’m glad you were able to make it finally, M,” he said. He kissed his mom’s cheek, standing from his chair and taking a deep breathe. “Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to say. Stiles already knows about some of this. I talked to him a few hours ago about it all. He’s the one that mentioned I should say something about it. So, excuse me if I get a bit longwinded here.”

Scott looked at Peter and Derek, smiling to himself. “The day before my sophomore year, my life changed. Peter bit me, turning me into the werewolf I am today. You would think I would be mad, but I’m not. As much as I hate you, Peter, you changed my life. You gave me purpose and strength to right the life I needed. So many bad things in my life and one small thing like this changed me. It made me stronger. Same goes for you Derek. You helped me learn to channel that power, helping mold me into the person I am today. I probably would have died if you weren’t there for me, and for that, I owe you my life.”

He turned next to Jackson and Ethan. “Jackson. You were an asshole. But I’m glad you are alright. Bad things happened to you but look at you now. You are stronger than ever. And you have Ethan on your arm. He can understand you and he loves you. He has had losses, and even though he fought us once, he has become a great friend and ally. I wish the best for both of you.”

Next was Theo and Liam. “Theo, I still haven’t completely forgiven you for what you did. You tore apart my pack, my friends. But, when we brought you back to help find Stiles, I didn’t think you would be such a great ally. Maybe, one day, I will completely forgive you and accept you into my pack. But thank you for everything you have done. Stiles always says he loves to hate you, and I get what he means. I want to hate you, you were a dick, but you’ve been there for us. You’ve helped Liam, you’ve helped us. I’m glad you are here. And Liam, you were my first and only Beta. Do I regret biting you? Slightly, yes. I don’t wish to condone your life to this. But I think you saved me just as much as I saved you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I wouldn’t have grown into the alpha I am now without you.”

He turned to Lydia and Parrish. “Lydia, you never noticed us until you yourself had the same experiences as us. But I’m glad you stopped being the popular, posh girl you used to be. You became yourself. You grew into a strong, independent woman. We couldn’t have done what we have done without you. And you found the perfect man for you. Parrish. I know you were dragged into this world so randomly, but I’m glad you were. You added that little something we were missing. You saved us so many times and we couldn’t have done some of the things we have done without you. Thank you for being drawn to us, just like we became drawn to you. Not as much as Lydia, but you know what I mean.”

Corey and Mason next. “Corey, I wasn’t sure about you to start with. You worked with Theo. You were against us. But, you have powers that none of us can match. You helped more than anyone with the Ghost Riders. And you helped keep Mason safe. We couldn’t have done this without you. And Mason, you were the Beast. But who cares, right? We saved you. You’ve helped Liam. You’ve helped us. And every pack needs their residential human to help keep them grounded. You are vital to this pack and I know you will help Liam when he has his own pack one day.”

He turned to Isaac and Cat. “Isaac, I know we’ve had out differences. We fought. You tried to kill Lydia. But you have helped us so much. You came around. I don’t know if we would have made it out without casualties if you didn’t come. And with Cat no less. We’ve known each other a few days, but I feel like Cat is one of us. Hell, she really is. She’s a member of this pack and there is no escaping it now. She’s amazing and I’m glad that we were able to meet her and her witchy powers. I’m sorry Isaac dragged you into our problems, but I appreciate that you are here. Never leave us, alright?”

He glanced at Chris. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect Allison. She was my first love and I will never get over that I let her die. But I know she would be proud of me, of you, and of all of us. To think you tried to kill me so many times. But here you are. We would have died a long time ago if you weren’t here. And I’m glad you are here to make my mom happy.”

Noah was standing in the doorway, Scott turning to him. “Sheriff, you are my second dad. I’ve known you forever. I know you’ve had your reservations about all of this, but thank you. Truly, thank you. For heled us, or being there for us. For supporting us. And for being there for me and Stiles on a personal level when we needed it. You are the greatest sheriff Beacon Hills has and will ever have.”

He turned to his mom. “A long time ago, you told me to be my own anchor. Maybe I didn’t appreciate it at the time. But I will never forget anything you ever said to me. You are the best mom in the world and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You have helped me through every hard time and I wish I was a better son sometimes. You’ve gotten hurt so much because of me. But I wouldn’t be the son I am without you.”

He turned to Malia. “I fucking love you. I really do. I just… I have no words for you. I broke guy code and I’m dating my brother’s ex. But I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life. Yes, I had Allison. Yes, Kira was amazing and I wish she were here. She is sorely missed and will always hold a place in my heart. In all of our hearts. But Malia, I don’t want to lose you. Thank you.”

Scott sighed to himself. “We’ve lost so many guys. Aiden, Allison, Brett, Lori, Deucalion, Erica, Boyd. They will all hold a special place in our hearts. They’ve all contributed to this pack more than I can even put into words. Kira, who’s still alive and with the Skinwalkers, will always be part of us. We miss them all, but they will always be here in spirit.”

He finally turned to us. “Mal, I can’t thank you enough for joining us when you did. You’re one of us, even if you don’t think you are. And most of all, you make Stiles happy. I’m glad he has found someone that can make him Stile a real smile. He hasn’t smiled the way he does not since before his mom passed away. I’m glad you can bring that out of him. You belong with him, with us. With this pack. And Stiles. I can’t count how many times you have saved me. I owe you my life. You are my brother. You will be in my heart forever. I will never forget what you have done for me.”

“To all of you, you are my family. Over the time we have been together, I will never forget what we have gone through. I won’t forget the memories and the friendships I have from this. This has made me a stronger person and shaped me into the man I am. This will always be my home and I know, we will always find our way back together, no matter how far apart we are. We are a pack after all. We belong together,” Scott said aloud, finally sitting back in his seat. “Thank you, guys. I’m sorry for talking your ear off.”

I cleared my throat, sliding off Stiles’ lap. “If I may follow up on what Scott said. This is for all of you.” I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Before I came here, I was not in a good spot. My life was disastrous. I was broken. I was lying to myself and trying to be stronger than I was. I was hurt because of my ex, Jack, because we had been through so much together. So, when he cheated and left, I didn’t know what to do. That’s when I came here. I met all of you and you changed my life. I feel like Beacon Hills is my home. It has helped me through everything. You all gave me a reason to live, literally. I have learned so much about myself and I have memories that will stick with me forever. I will never forget you guys. I am so much stronger than I was before you came into my life. I don’t want to go back to that time. And I don’t regret any of this. So, thank you.”

Stiles smiled, grabbing my hand. He stood from his seat, pulling me into a tight hug. I sniffled quietly, Stiles seeing the sad look on my face. “I think we’re going to head home. Melissa still needs her rest after her accident. I have to pack anyways. I have to fly back to Quantico tomorrow.” He released me, rushing around to give everyone a quick hug, hugging Scott the longest of course. “I’m so glad everyone is alright. And next time, call me if you need something. Don’t keep me out of the loop.”

Scott chuckled, nodding. “Noted, buddy.” He glanced at me, nodding slowly. “Take care of him, M.”

“Will do, Scotty. I may be human, but Stiles really is my anchor. He saved me from myself,” I whisper, grabbing the chocolate-haired man’s hand smiling to myself. “I don’t know where I would be without him. He is everything to me.”

Stiles grinned to himself, waving to everyone as he led us away. We made our way to his Jeep, Scott agreeing to let him drive it while we were in town. It was a quiet ride back to his house, only our steady breathing being heard. His hand was placed securely on my thigh, drawing circles through my jeans. It calmed me enough, not as much as when his hand runs through my hair. I was just glad he was here with me now.

He parked the jeep in his drive way, rushing around to open the door and helping me out. He carried me into his house, kicking the door to his room shut behind him and placing me on the bed. His suitcase was open on the floor, clothes and FBI supplies scattered about. I glanced at his mess, sighing to myself. It was only hitting me now that he was leaving me soon. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Stiles noticed my sad look, dropping the shirt that was in his hands onto his suitcase. “Babe, why the long face?” he asked, making his way over to me. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs wiping at the tears that slid down them unknowingly. “Come on, baby. Why are you crying?”

“Tomorrow is it, Sti. I won’t get to see you every day. I won’t get to see your smiling face or hear your silly theories or rantings of Star Wars. I won’t get to see the pack as often. I feel like my life won’t be the same anymore. You guys really have changed my life for the better and, after everything that has happened, I don’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“Babe,” he said quietly, pressing our lips together. I could taste my salty tears, or maybe they were his. Tears leaked from his beautiful whiskey-brown orbs. He was just as upset as I was. This was his home. This was where he grew up. This was the place that started everything for him. And now here he was, moving on to bigger and better things, making a life for himself that he never thought would be real. I know he feels the same, but I’m sure it’s even harder on him than it is on me. When he pulled away, he licked at his lips, swallowing thickly. “This isn’t goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” My throat was dry saying this, but he easily heard me.

“Physically, we may be apart. It may be over. But mentally and spiritually, we will be together. The memories you have will always be there. The friendships you have made will never end. It’s only goodbye if you want it to end. If you cherish what you got from this, it never will. It’ll be more like… see you later. We will always be here and you will never forget. It is permanently ingrained in you. That is what you hold on to you. You will never forget any of this, for as long as you live.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss. He body reacted immediately, pushing me further onto his bed, crawling on top of me quickly. Our lips never left each other. It was like we needed to be together in that moment to live, to breath. Stiles was the only thing that mattered right now. I needed him more than he probably knew.

His lips formed perfectly with mine, speeding up slowly with his increased want. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, pulling away to look at me before I could respond. Our eyes locked, Stiles instantly dipping back down to attach our lips in a hot, open-mouth kiss. The kiss was sloppier than before, the sound of our kisses filling the stagnant, crisp air around us. My body was warming up slowly, his hands sliding down to my waist. My fingers reached for his flannel shirt, fumbling with the buttons in the least graceful manner possible.

His tongue danced with mine between my cheeks, his tongue having slipped in before I could realize he did it. I didn’t mind though. I loved the way his tongue rubbed against mine, massaging every spot inside my mouth. He knew exactly where to hit, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was. His lips were soft, but fast against mine. His head was tilted just the slightest to the left so he could easily kiss me, our noses rubbing gently against each other.

He pulled away slowly, our lips still nearly upon each other. His fingers tugged at my shirt, pushing it up my body steadily. He swallowed slowly, letting out a slow breath. “I know this isn’t the best time for this. Everyone is emotional and we just stopped Monroe last night. But I can’t wait. I need you. Now. Please.”

“What are you waiting for then?” I mumbled, pushing him up and making him lean back on his knees. I sat up with him, tugging my shirt over my head. His eyes widened, fumbling with the remaining buttons on his flannel. His stumble resulting in him falling off his bed with a loud thump, only a groan meeting my ears from his position on the floor. “Sti?”

“I’m ok,” he groaned from the ground. I saw his flannel fly across the room followed by his undershirt before his head popped up over the side, smiling faintly. He jumped to his feet, his belt jingling as he undid it. I giggled as he hopped around his small room, crashing into his crime board in the corner, tripping over the suitcase in the middle of the floor. I just watched him struggle. His jeans final fell to his ankles, the poor FBI intern falling over in his attempt to remove them from his ankles. He glanced at me from the floor, kicking the material away. “Shut up.”

“You’re cute though,” I told him. Stiles groaned, crawling across the floor to the bed. He gripped my ankles. Tugging me off the bed to the floor, listening to my squeal. He let out a grunt when I landed on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me upright. I stared at his face, my eyes running ever the moles scattered across his cheeks, giggling at him. I leaned forward, pecking his lips, feeling him smile in the short kiss. “See, cute.”

“I’m not cute. That is not a good compliment for us guys. I am handsome,” he retorted, unhooking my bra with one hand. The lacy blue material slid off my shoulders, Stiles tossing it over his head, letting it land in his suitcase. “But you, my dear, are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“No, I’m not,” I muttered to myself, Stiles picking up on my words. He frowned, his fingers running along my arms. “I’m not beautiful. Lydia is beautiful. Malia is beautiful. I am a potato.”

He chuckled at my comment, shaking his head. “You aren’t a potato. You are just as beautiful, if not more beautiful, than them. You have brains, you have beauty. You are caring. You are one of the only people that I know that would do anything for anyone. You’ve been broken, so much, but you’re stronger than you know. I don’t know what I would do without you, baby.”

I sniffled, swinging my arms around him. “I love you, Stiles.”

He smiled, his face burying in my bare shoulder, kissing it tenderly. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, our chests pressing against each other. “I love you too, Malissa.”

“You better,” I giggled, pulling away and kissing him sweetly. “Now, back to what we were doing.”

Stiles grinned widely, picking me up from the floor easily. That FBI training helped bulk him up man. He had muscle from lacrosse but have you see the muscles on this boy now? No? Good, they’re mine. He dropped me on the bed, listening to my laugh, his eyes traveling down my semi-naked body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grumbled, moving to attach his lips to my chest. I mewled lowly, adjusting how I was lying to watch him kiss my hardened peaks. His lips wrapped around them, slowly pulling away, tugging at them with his luscious lips. His tongue lapped at the buds, gently caressing them and pushing at them with the tip. He left countless marks to my skin, groaning whenever he pulled away for air.

His fingers fiddled with the button on my jeans, popping It with ease and undoing the zipper slowly. He detached from my chest, kissing down my body slowly, tugging tauntingly at my jeans. My hips wiggled side to side, Stiles removing the intrusive material from my body, dropping them to the floor long forgotten. He panties followed, Stiles tossing them in his suitcase as well.

“I’m keeping those,” he told me from below, spreading my legs open. I cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t question. My mind was fuzzy enough as it was, so maybe I didn’t comprehend what he was telling me. But now, I can’t even focus. His cool breath fanned over my core. His head moved forward, gentle kisses placed on my clit and folds. My noisy moans filled the room, Stiles humming at the noise.

He didn’t stay long. He ran his tongue along my folds a few times, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves a couple times before moving back up to face me. “I know you like the foreplay, but right now, I just want you. We can save the kinky shit for later.”

I giggled, nodding my head at him. “Promise?”

“Absolutely, baby. I’ll even write you an I.O.U. if I have to,” he joked, kissing my lips. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

“I don’t need that. I know you are true to your word, Sti,” I told him, playing with the band on his boxer briefs. “By the way, I like these. You look good in them. Especially your round little booty,” I quipped, snapping the band.

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed in return. “You look good in anything. Especially that pair of blue and orange lingerie we bought together. I like that pair.”

“Because it’s the Mets?”

“No, you look great in it,” he stated. I blinked at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “And yes, because the Mets.”

“I thought you’d agree with me,” I said smugly. He chuckled, leaning his head on my chest. I grinned, trying to push the boxer briefs off his behind. “Now, get undressed and make love to me please?”

“Anything for you, babe,” he whispered, kicking the boxer briefs off the end of his bed. We adjusted ourselves to make sure we were comfortable, Stiles situating himself between my legs. He looked at me lovingly, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. The same sparkle I was whenever he made sweet love. The same sparkle that told me he cared.

He slid forward, his cock burying deep inside me. We moaned together, Stiles stilling the second the he was hilt deep. Our eyes locked, Stiles leaning forward to attach our lips in a soft kiss. His body pressed firmly against mine, though he was able to keep from pressing his full weight on me. Our fingers intertwined together, our conjoined hands resting around my head on the pillow, our lips never disconnecting.

He started slow, his hips rolling into him. Even the gentle motions drove me wild. He filled me to the brim, rubbing every sensitive nerve inside my pussy. Even his simple rocking motion allowed him to hit my sweet spot. Your hands clasp together tightly, his larger hand squeezing mine the more he rocked. Our lips moved slowly against one another, reveling in the feeling we got from them against each other. The spark from the connection coursed through my body, igniting the fire in my gut.

He speedup steadily, breaking the kiss to pant openly. Your eyes connected, Stiles never letting us break the stare down we had. My nails dug into the backs of his hands. Moaning his name under my breath. He groaned under his breath, only breaking the gaze to rest his head in the crevice of my neck, his hips bucking against me more.

“Stiles,” I whimpered into his ear, my back arching, pressing me into him. I fought back tears, sadness and pleasure combining in my bloodstream. He was sending my senses wild, his constant thrusts more than I can handle. He was pleasing me beyond belief, every pore in my body aching for him. But part of me felt sad, afraid this would be the last time for something like this. “I-I’m not ready for this to end.”

Stiles slowed his relentless thrusts, pulling away to look at me. “Babe,” he muttered under his breath. He released my hand, pulling me up into a sitting position. My knees were on either side of him. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep me steady. His hands found their way to my waist to keep him steady. “Listen to me. I am never leaving you. Not In a million years. Even if we are apart, I will always be here with you. In your head and in your heart. But I am never leaving you. I need you.”

“Stiles,” I mumbled. He smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss me again. Our hips rolled together in perfect harmony, our moans lost in each other’s throats. Our bodies pressed against one another, his cock as deep inside of me as he could go.

I loved the feeling. Together, like this, we were one. We were together. And deep inside me, I knew I would never forget moments like this. I knew I would have him by my side forever. It didn’t matter what we went through in the past or what we would go through in the future. We would do it together. Stiles had come into my life when I needed him most, and he saved me from myself. The entire pack did.

And for that, I owe them my life.

I owe Stiles my life.

I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. I wouldn’t have the friendships I do. I don’t know where I would be if he didn’t come into my life.

Our lips separated, panting more than before. His thrusts grew fiercer, and the position we were in allowed him to hit new angles he never hit before. He sighed contently, bucking his hips up into me, listening to me moan. My nails raked across his back, head falling back in ecstasy. Stiles just smiled, kissing along my collarbone. I could feel him pulsing and twitching inside me, my walls clamping around him more and more.

He tried to keep his pace steady, but it was growing sloppier. I was a moaning mess, relishing in the immense pleasure he gave me. He always did. My walls spasmed sporadically around him, his cock tapping my cervix and g-spot simultaneously it seemed. His speed was fast, godly even, able to hit ever nerve I had. But the tighter I got, the closer I became, he was right there with me. His cock’s twitches became more frequent, and we knew we were coming to an end. Together.

He glanced up at me, breathlessly panting. “Kiss me,” he pleaded. I didn’t need to respond with words. Just action. My lips hit his, and that seemed to be the only thing we needed. The usual jolt of electricity coursed through our bodies, passing through us through every possible physical connection we had. And that caused us to cum. My juices splattered against my walls, coating him completely. My body shook against his, back arching so my chest pressed to his more. My toes curled awkward into his sheets. My nails dug into his shoulders. His fingers pressed more into my hips, his cock sputtering as it spilled his seed deep inside me, streams of white liquid leaking from his swollen tip, mixing with my own juices. His thrusts eased, our lips forever attached as e rode out our highs.

He pulled from the kiss as he stopped moving, carefully lifting my shaking body from his. He sat me on his bed, rolling off it onto the floor. He groaned loudly, ignoring my giggle as his cute behind rushed to his closest. He tossed me his old lacrosse jersey before digging out some sweatpants for himself. He found his boxer briefs at the end of the bed, sliding them and the gray sweats on. He watched me slowly pull his jersey over my head. He dug through his drawers, pulling out a spare pair of panties he had.

“I’m still keeping the others,” he stated calmly, handing me the fresh pair as he sat next to me. I rolled my eyes at him, taking the panties, tugging them up my legs carefully. He rested his back on the pillows, allowing me to curl into his chest. “But you can keep that jersey. You look good in it.”

“You’re a dork,” I told him, kissing his chest, playing with the hairs on it.

“I know. But I’m your dork.”

“I don’t want you to go back to Virginia. I’m going to be lonely without you,” I quietly muttered. Stiles heard me though. He always did.

“Well, why don’t you come with me?” he proposed. I glanced up at him, seeing the serious look on his features. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere. I do mean it. So, come with me.”

“But, my family-“

“Will understand. You got offered a full-ride at George Washington for your mathematics and accounting. Take it. We can move in together, be together. It’ll be the start of a brilliant future,” he told me.

“You make it sound like we will be together forever,” I quipped.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked calmly. I backed off him, giving him a questioning look. He sighed, leaning over to open his bedside table. “I was going to wait, get you a promise ring and everything. But, why not just go straight for it.” He pulled out a small black box, handing it to me. “I told you. I was serious about what I said.”

Inside was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. My mouth fell open, looking between him and the ring in the box. “Stiles, I… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“You can say yes,” he sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes, handing him the box, nodding at him. He grinned, taking his time pulling it from the confines of the velvet holder and sliding it on my finger. “It was my mother’s. But before she dies, she said to give it to the girl I want to spend every day with. And that’s you. As much as you aren’t ready to let us go, you aren’t ready to say goodbye, I feel the same for you. You’ve changed my life for the better, babe. And for that, thank you. You mean everything to me.”

“Stiles,” I started, pulling him into a hug. “I love you. Thank you. This… this means everything to me. And yes, I will move to Virginia with you.”

He smiled, kissing my temple. “I’m glad. Remember, this isn’t goodbye. For anyone. These memories, these friendships and these feelings will last forever.”

“I know they will. You guys really have changed me for the better. And I don’t regret meeting you. I regret nothing. I will cherish everything, from this day on. This is the closing of one chapter and the start of another.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s get some sleep. I can pack in the morning,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. He tugged the blankets over us, running his fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Stiles. I always will. I can’t express what you mean to me. So just… Thank you.”

He smiled, listening to my breathing soften, being lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat. With one final kiss to my forehead, he closed his eyes.

“The closing of one chapter. Well, we’ll all miss you dearly,” he muttered, looking down at me one last time. He nuzzled his face in my hair, taking a deep breath. “And Remember, I love you.”

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