Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.
On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.
But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…
College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and – most importantly – into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.
Warning: Contains smut and everything coming along
Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader
Word count: 6854
A/N: It took way much time to finish this one!!! But I’m kinda proud? A lot
of people asked for a part two so here it is! I’ll tag everyone that left a
feedback on the first part, but sadly I can’t find the asks about it, so sorry
I can’t tag everyone. If the notification of the tag only bothers you just tell
me and I’ll remove it!! Thanks to @maddie110201 who’s always there to give me some
motivation and awesome feedbacks! And help me. A lot. I love you.
I didn’t know how it ended like that. How I ended up
in such a situation and how this situation could have such a denouement. My
breath had been lost in my lungs for a long time, unable to breathe normally, I
had to bend over and put my hands on my knees. It was burning, my chest was
burning, my whole body emitting the heat all over me. I was so hot and my legs
were soft just to have him so close to me, in the other room. I wanted him, so
much it was uncontrollable. I had to do everything to stay calm, stay sane.
Because I knew, if my skin were to be in any contact with his, he wouldn’t be
the only one insatiable. I was losing my mind, I was confused and my ideas were
no longer clear.
Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.
Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x
The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.
“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone.
Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.
When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?
With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.
Four months later
Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.
I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x
Hi! What are your fave hurt/comfort fics? (With a focus on hurt!Derek and bonus points for cuddles/bed-sharing!) Thanks, you're awesome :)
Oh that’s so kind of you, thank you! First, I’m gonna point you to this list I made a while back, it’s focused on touch-starved Derek but some of the fics deal with hurt Derek and cuddles, too. This list…kind of got away from me lmao, but all of these are really good. Just depends if you want a long or a short fic.
Stiles is basically doing fine. He’s surviving, anyways. So what if it’s a struggle to get out of bed most days? Back in high school, everything about the supernatural had seemed edgy and romantic and exhilarating, but after seeing everything he has, wanting to go back to ignorance is only natural. Only then Derek comes back to Beacon Hills and says he’s in love with him, and everything changes.
Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find Stiles possessed by a spirit that can take over his body at will. Anything Derek does to hurt the spirit will only hurt Stiles, so Derek offers himself in exchange. When the spirit realises how much Derek cares, it uses this to manipulate Derek into helping, with the promise of Stiles’ freedom as leverage.
The two end up travelling across country in Stiles’ jeep. The journey stirs up issues for both Stiles and Derek, and brings previously hidden emotions to the light.
“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.
Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.
Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.
Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”
“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.
Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.
Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”
Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek’s willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek’s all too willing to give. There’s something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn’t.
It was supposed to be a peaceful fucking protest. Stiles heard the first shot loud and clear, though, and was too boxed in to duck, even as his stomach felt like it fell out of his body entirely. For a second all he could think was “Scott is gonna be so mad, I said it would be fine, I promised,” and then he was falling.
Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.
*It’s been a while since I’ve read this one so I don’t remember much. It’s not very Scott friendly, just to warn you.
”The five stages of grief,” Stiles nods and sighs. They’ve both seen it, been through it. Heard them repeated by therapist after therapist. Stiles doesn’t say anything, but they both know which one Derek’s slipped into by now.
When things calm down in Beacon Hills, all the things Derek hasn’t dealt with come back with a vengeance. Stiles does his best to help him.
Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.
It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.
▶▶ A Start by Inell
Teen And Up | 1,458w
Derek’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren’t dating.
▶▶ An RA’s Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband
Teen And Up | 2,208w
“Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you’ve locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in.”
“Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game.”
Derek seriously can’t take this anymore.
▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire
General | 1,133w
Stiles decides that, since they’re the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine’s Day together.
▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,142w
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling
Teen And Up | 4,756w
Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That’s how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he’ll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.
▶▶ Demanding Forever Series  That Stalky Thing by wangler
Mature | 2,560w
Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing.
 Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler
Explicit | 3,264w
“Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old,” Stiles says, lipping at Derek’s mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.
▶▶ Dog’s Best Friend by otter
General | 8,923w
Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said “HALEHOUNDS” across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.
▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★
Teen And Up | 4,023w
Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.
▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★
Mature | 20,525w
“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.
Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.“
▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,762w
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
So this is my first Teen Wolf imagine, starring Dark!Stiles <3 I hope you like xx
Y/N walked swiftly down the road, listening to music in your earphones. It was quite dark out, as you’d stayed behind in the library to do your homework, and you’d lost track of time completely. You were a little frightened walking home in the dark, because you knew about what was out there, but you were too proud to call Scott or Stiles for a lift home. You were lost in your music, until you heard a car pull up next to you. Glancing towards it, you saw it was a blue Jeep, and pulled your earphones out of your ears, smiling.
So this is a little thing I started writing with void Stiles, because who doesn’t want a void Stiles? I might write a part two, but I wanna see if you guys would want one before I post it, as I’m hoping you will. Anyway, enjoy x
“I’ve been waiting for you.“
His voice sent shivers down your spine.
Don’t let him get to you. Confident remember? You’re not scared of him. You’re not scared of anything.
"What do you want me to do? Thank you for getting me out of Eichen House?"
You watched as his lips turned up at the corners, those dark eyes glinting with mischief.
"How’d you know it was me?"
"Well, who else kills about ten guards, innocent guards might I add, to let someone like me escape?"
He took a step towards you.
Do not step back. For the love of God, do not step back.
You stood your ground, knowing he was waiting for you to slip up. Waiting for you to run. Waiting for you to crack.
"Why? Why’d you do it?"
He took another step forward. You felt your heart rate quicken, knowing he did too. You two had a connection, something you couldn’t quite explain.
It was nothing to do with the host he had chosen. Stiles was just a boy. You’d seen him around Eichen House, sensed something in him, followed him to the basement, watched as he gave himself up for some girl.
Ugh, love. A perfect waste of time. And just look where it had gotten Stiles. Possessed by him. You could hear him screaming to get out. And part of you enjoyed it.
You shivered involuntarily as the nogitsune took hold of your wrist, tracing the unusual birthmark you had. The one that had alerted you to the presence of supernatural creatures in the first place.
Self. That was what he’d told you it meant the day you’d first met. He’d laughed at the pure irony of it. Of course back then, there was a different host. You preferred the one he currently had.
You weren’t going to lie. Stiles was an attractive teenage boy.
"I need your help."
Your eyes locked with each other’s as he pulled you to him.
By now, your noses were brushing against each other, his lips hovering over yours.
"I need you to help me win."
You felt yourself grin.
He needed you.
You decided to play with him. After all, he liked his games. He especially liked playing them with you.
"Why? Are you actually losing for once?"
He snarled, a sound that should have terrified you, knowing he could kill you in a instant. Instead, it sent shock-waves through your body, making him smile.
"I just need a little bit more strife. A little more pain. A little more chaos. Something I know you are very good at."
You raised an eyebrow at him. It was true, you specialised in those things. It was why they sent you to Eichen House in the first place.
You still remembered everything you’d done. The heat of the flames. The blood coating your hands. The screams of the people you’d slaughtered.
"What’s in it for me?"
"It’s unwise to question me sweetheart. Sure you don’t want to end up dead?"
"You won’t kill me. You need me.”
“You’re right. I do need you. You help me win, and I’ll make sure no-one looks for you when they realise you’re missing. And people are going to come looking. After all, you did murder a lot of people. Good job with that by the way."
You smiled at him. You shouldn’t have felt a sense of pride, you shouldn’t have felt good about the fact that he appreciated you. But you did. And that couldn’t be helped.
"So, do we have a deal?"
You nodded slowly, watching as his eyes flickered to your lips.
In one quick movement, his lips had captured yours, his hands sliding up your arms to your neck, squeezing slightly when he reached your throat.
You gasped for breath, him taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, quickly taking dominance as he always did. Your hands moved under his, under Stiles’, t-shirt, feeling the ice-cold skin that you craved against yours.
Damn, stupid fox-spirits.
He removed his lips from yours, and latched his teeth onto your neck, the sensation enough to send you into overdrive.
And then he stopped.
He grabbed you by your shoulders, looking straight into your eyes.
"There are people coming. Go."
"But I thought you needed me."
He smirked, resurfacing unresolved feelings.
"I do. But we’re going to keep you a secret for now."
"Just another trick right?"
"Exactly. Now go."
You ran, hiding as you watched a man walk into the loft.
The nogitsune smirked at you, before he faced the sheriff. He was the performer and you were his audience.
You watched as he pretended to be Stiles, broke the handcuffs the sheriff used on him.
You watched as he tackled a werewolf to the ground, slamming him against a wall.
You watched as he stretched the brunette's taser, rendering it useless.
Stupid, idiotic do-gooders. They were all going to die.
Then the other man there pointed a gun at his head. The sheriff yelling at Argent, the nogitsune tricking them all.
You smiled at the thought of him winning.
And then the Oni showed.
But your worry didn’t last for long. Before you knew it, he had appeared beside you.
“They’re going to die."
"Well, that is the plan. Tell me, do you approve?"
You turned to face him, using your fingers to draw patterns on his chest.
"Very much so."
He began to walk away.
"Are you coming with me or not?"
"I guess so,” you began to follow him.
“Good. We have business to discuss."
You walked in silence, before you piped up.
"Why are there handcuffs in your pocket?"
"Well, the sheriff has loads. He won’t miss one pair."
Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Reader.
“We have to go.” Stiles raises an eyebrow.
“No. Just because Derek called does not mean we have to go.” Scott shakes his head.
Everyone exchanges looks, “We’re going.” You stand up.
“Where are we going?” Lydia walks into the room.
“Riverdale.” You reply.
She stands in the doorway, a confused look on her face before shrugging. “Let’s go.”
You all pack up and go, not sure where to stay.
“Hotel?” Stiles suggests.
“Why not?” Derek shrugs and sighs before going to check everyone in.
“Where should we start?” Isaac asks.
“Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe.” Scott looks up from his phone.
“Do I wanna know?” Stiles looks confused.
“Probably not.” You sigh.
Derek hands out key cards to everyone before you all take off to Pop’s. You walk in the door, everyone turning to look at you.
You spot a dark haired boy with a grey beanie on. “That’s him.” You whisper to Scott.
Scott nods and walks towards him and the blonde he sat with. You and Stiles follow closely, hoping to listen.
“Are you Jughead Jones?” Scott asks.
Jughead looks up at Scott, an unreadable look on his face. “Are you here to ask about my dad? You a reporter or something?” Betty grabs his wrist, looking at the three of you.
“No..I just..you’re Betty Cooper, right?” Scott shifts his gaze to Betty and she nods.
“Scott stop being so incredibly sketchy.” Stiles shakes his head. “We need to talk to you. Outside preferably.” He moves in front of Scott.
“Who are you..?” Jughead tilts his head.
“Stiles Stilinski. Now, can we go..outside?” Stiles points toward the door.
“Your name is Stiles Stilinski?” Jughead starts to stand.
“Your name is Jughead Jones.” Stiles deadpans.
“Fair enough,” Jughead exits the diner, Betty following him closely.
Isaac raises an eyebrow as he spots Jughead, “Is this him?” He’s leaning up against the Jeep.
You nod, everyone moving forward.
“This is going to sound…more than insane.” Scott starts to explain.
“Okay…?” Jughead looks at him.
“We know who killed Jason Blossom.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Jughead crosses his arms.
“Hear him out.” Betty nods at him.
“Who killed Jason Blossom then?” He looks skeptical.
“Clifford Blossom.” Scott nods.
Betty covers her mouth with her hand, “What?”
“He was…” Scott looks to Derek, unsure of how to continue.
Derek steps forward, “He was possessed.”
“Who are you?” Jughead steps back. “Who sent you?”
“Let us explain.” You look to Betty, hoping she’d give in. She nods and you step closer to the pair. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”
“Yeah. I guess so.” Jughead nods.
“That’s what this is..he was possessed by a..a Nogitsune. Stiles here was possessed about a month ago.” You turn to Stiles who purses his lips and give a quick wave. “We obviously got it out of Stiles, but it seems the Nogitsune has body jumped.”
“I’m going to..need a minute.”
“I’m going to call Archie and Veronica.” Betty pulls her phone out and walks away.
“Is there somewhere more private we could go to talk?” Scott asks.
Jughead shakes his head, “Parents are too nosey. We could go out by the river…as long as we don’t get caught.”
“Archie and Veronica said to meet at Veronica’s. Her mom is with Archie’s dad.” Betty returns.
“We can take you there.” Jughead nods.
You arrive and walk into a huge apartment, you and Stiles exchange a glance as you walk inside.
“Who’s this?” Archie breathes out.
“Oh, uh..I’m Scott, that’s Derek, Isaac, Stiles, Y/N, and Lydia.” You all wave.
Scott explains the situation and the four of them sit in silence.
“You said supernatural?” Archie asks.
Scott nods, “Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but you have to trust us.”
“Can we talk more about this tomorrow? I have to go talk to my dad.” Archie stands up from his spot on the couch.
“Yeah. That sounds good.” Scott nods. Everyone goes back home, you and the pack returning to the hotel. You’d given Betty your number in case anything happens.
You were glad you did, you received a phone call from her telling you to meet her and Jughead. The pack headed out, and you all fell in step behind them once you found them.
“Whatever it is we’re looking for, Joaquin didn’t know if it would help your dad, or make things worse.” Kevin says to Jughead.
“Um, I guess we’re about to find out.” Betty replies. You and the pack stay a ways back, listening closely. “And why did he wait so long to tell us?” She adds.
“FP called him from jail.” Kevin starts. “Told him to forget about their plan, some contingency plan. He said it was too dangerous.”
“Deja vu.” Jughead mutters as he approaches a large sign. Everyone stops as they watch Jughead.
“Hey! Right here!” He reaches down through some branches, pulling out a backpack. He unzips his, revealing Jason’s varsity jacket.
Betty calls Archie and you all meet in his garage. You’re all huddled around the jacket.
“This was meant to help FP?” Archie asks as he motions toward the piece of clothing.
“I don’t know. Looks like incriminating evidence to me.” Kevin looks at Archie and shrugs.
“Yeah.” Jughead’s gripping a chair, bent over slightly. “This just confirms that my dad torched Jason’s getaway car.”
“And that his confession was true.” Kevin mutters to Betty.
“Why would FP say that Jason’s varsity jacket is dangerous? What could that mean?” Betty shakes her head.
Veronica walks in the door, “I can ask my father..he would know, considering we found concrete proof that he hired the Serpents to kill Jason.”
No one from the pack says a word, this was information Derek had already collected.
Veronica turns to Jughead, “Which probably means that your dad pulled the trigger, Jughead. I’m sorry.”
Jughead stares at the jacket in silence, sadness spread across his face. Betty watches her boyfriend, “No. No! No, I’m not giving up yet.” She shakes her head. She picks the jacket up and holds it up to Archie. “Put it on.”
He looks concerned, “What?”
“Put it on.” She insists.
“Betty..this is weird.” Archie says as she puts the jacket on him. He widens his arms and she slides her hands into her pockets to explore.
“There’s a hole in the pocket.” She nods.
“Okay, now we’re just grasping at straws..” Kevin steps forward.
“Okay, no.” Betty interrupts. “I don’t know about you guys, but whenever I have a hole in my jacket pocket, I always lose my Chapstick in the lining.” She feels around in the hole.
“Or my Montblanc.” Veronica adds.
“Hold on.” Betty pulls out a small silver flash drive.
“What the hell?” Veronica leans forward.
Kevin scoffs and shakes his head, “Nancy Drew strikes again.”
They put the flash drive in the computer and you and the pack stand up, giving them some space. You talk amongst yourselves. You watch them watch the computer, all five of them jumping at one time. Veronica begins to cry and Betty gets up to make a phone call after closing the laptop.
Archie calls you over and you view the video.
“You see that? Right there?” Derek pauses the video. “His eyes changed. It’s the Nogitsune.”
“Can you explain the whole thing again?” Jughead asks.
Derek explains the origins. “You’d probably get a better description from Stiles. Probably a very short and sarcastic description, but it’s still a description.” Derek looks to Stiles.
“Basically, you have no control. You…black out, you wake up not knowing what you did during the period when you were out. It gets to the point where you’d do anything to get the Nogitsune out. He feeds off of chaos, which is why he was willing to kill his host’s child. It would cause the whole town to panic.” Stiles explains.
“Supernatural things…exist?” Archie asks.
“I’m a werewolf.” Scott shrugs. “So is he, and so is he.” He points at Isaac and Derek.
“I’m a banshee.” Lydia shrugs.
“And you?” Kevin points at Stiles.
“I was just possessed that’s all.”
“What about you?” Jughead asks you.
“Me? Just a human. I somehow got dragged into this.” You exchange a knowing look with Scott.
“So what do we do about it?” Veronica asks, wiping her eyes.
“We could speak with Cheryl.”
“I already told her to get out.” Betty nods.
“How do you know so much?” Jughead looks at you and the pack.
“I’ve been collecting information. I had a feeling it was supernatural.” Derek responds.
Cheryl walks in the door, her eyes falling onto Derek. “Who’s tall dark and handsome?” She smirks at him. “I’m Cheryl Blossom. You are?” She extends her hand to him.
He shakes it, raising an eyebrow as she flirts. “About ten years too old for you.” He shakes his head.
“Too bad.” She spins on her heel. “What’s going on?”
Scott explains everything. She stares at you with a disgusted look on her face.
“Is this a joke?”
“Trust them. It’s not.” Betty reassures.
“I want proof.” She sits up straight.
“Proof?” Stiles squints at her. He clearly doesn’t like her.
“Yes, proof.” She gives him a once over. “Are you too stupid to understand what I’m saying?” She quickly flicks her eyes to meet his.
“Hey!” Lydia defends Stiles, stepping in front of him.
Cheryl stands up to face her, crossing her arms. “What’re you going to do?”
“What should I do? Maybe I could rip out your fake red hair.” Lydia smirks and stares at Cheryl’s long hair.
Cheryl’s jaw drops, “This is Blossom hair! This is not fake!”
“From what Polly told me about her dad’s wig collection…” Betty mumbles to Veronica.
“Huh.” Lydia scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” She turns away, moving back to her spot behind Stiles.
Kevin’s jaw is dropped, he leans over to Veronica, “I like her. We may have to keep that one.”
“Fighting isn’t proof.” Jughead raises an eyebrow.
“What proof do you want?” Isaac stands up.
“We could start with the whole…y'know, werewolf thing.”
“What, you don’t believe us?” Isaac seems upset.
“No, I don’t.” Jughead states.
“Are we kidding with this kid, Scott? Look at his hat.”
Jughead sits up and looks at Isaac, “Look at your scarf!”
“I like him.” Stiles nods at Jughead and smiles.
“Guys! We won’t get anything done this way.” Betty shouts.
“Here’s proof.” Scott tries to deflect the situation, flashing his eyes at the six in front of you.
“Woah…” Kevin raises an eyebrow.
“Believe us now?” He asks.
Cheryl looks unimpressed. “Yes.”
You go back to the hotel, planning on going to speak to the whole Blossom family in the morning.
You’re woken by a call from Betty. “He hung himself?”
“What?” You sit up and look at the clock.
“Clifford. He hung himself last night. Cheryl told him she knew he did something bad and he hung himself.”
“The Nogitsune did it.” You sigh. “He’s fled.” You climb of the bed.
legs buckled beneath the dead weight of your body as you sprint as
fast as possible down the blackened corridors of Beacon Hills High
School, your heart raced so quickly you’d be surprised if Scott or
Isaac couldn’t hear your blood pumping or your shaky breaths. They
originally ordered for you to remain at home, safety guarded Derek
but you refused and managed to escape the clutches of the elder wolf
when we knew that Scott and the others were going to try and save
This head canon is courtesy of @tygerblaze. AND IT IS AMAZING AND HAS BONUS FIC ATTACHED!
1)Stiles lost his dad
to the Darach… the Nogitsune would have no trouble at all seeping into this
Stiles, using him to hurt people. Deaton’s speak about opening the door is
still the same. But its too late for Stiles has been taken over. At least that’s
what the others thought. In reality Stiles didn’t have to do much, that door
had busted wide open when he lost his father. Now he shares his darkness with
this fox that had already been twisted because of its imprisonment. He
understood it more
2)than the others ever
could, with his spark already shinning with swirls of darkness. His parents had
been the only one to keep that darkness at bay. Stiles is the one in control
here though. They’re tired of doing things Scott’s way, letting people go who
have taken countless of lives. So they both agree to only hurt those who’ve
hurt them, who had hurt their pack. Showing Nogitsune the ones responsible for
taking Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd from this world, for hurting Isaac Lahey,
This came out longer than I thought:
4) for taking his father from him for hurting Derek Hale in the worst way. He hunts each and every one of them down, the twins are the first one he takes down, but not before giving them both weeks of sleepless night terrors, he does the same thing to deputy Haigh, (whose been known to abuse his power) splitting his time between the three. Using the chaos and pain to feed them both. It takes time and finess to get through his list. He has to relearn his abilities. Tricksters have so many after all. Stiles takes their down time to shape the power into something he can use, fuses it with his spark making sure what he had shines brightest in the dark.
Its almost a year before he finds a less than powerful Julia Bacharri (Peter does not get that kill), hiding amongst hunters. Days of stretching out her life force, pulling it apart piece by piece, Stiles throws away the ashen parts, they never tasted good anyway. He enjoys licking up the sparks of power, her screams. The short time he takes, to let her breathe, she finally tells him the truth about Emissary’s. How Deaton had failed his pack, and broke their law. How he had failed in training Stiles, almost letting his spark fade. How Deaton was responsible for the downfall of the Hale’s and their previous Emissary… that gives Stiles a slight pause. To dig into what is left of Julia and see the truth. The rage it sets loose is enough to take shake the walls, foundation of the hunters hide out. Taking Julia’s life along with it. “Oops.” His phone rings just a few minutes after. One message ’he’s awake.’ pocketing his phone Stiles eyes Julia’s body. “Well shit.”
There’s more people to on his list, but he isn’t sure that he wants to go after them now. Deaton is his main target. The only problem is that bastard is protected in Beacon Hills. A place he hasn’t been to in a long time. Stiles wants him to hurt the most for knowing more than they did, for letting all this happen, for pushing the pieces of this game a long in his favor. Deaton has been withholding for the longest time, and that can no longer go on.
He brings his phone up and hums a mindless tune, bringing up contact list as it rings, the phone is picked up. “I’m calling in that debt, and you dam well better pay up.”
Stiles could feel it from this side of the world, his Alpha had awakened from a long slumber, and he wasn’t happy. No, of course not, being left behind with a phony Alpha who thought he knew what was best for everyone.
“Are we done?”
He turns with the phone still up against his ears. The girl who stood timidly by the doors, dressed in layers despite the heat. He hangs up the phone, a dangerous smile on his face. “Almost…” Stiles watches as she comes closer but stays away from the body.
“Did she pay?”
“Oh yeah,” He made sure that Julia paid for all that she did… to Derek and his pack. Lifting up a hand he lets the little Tesla coils dance along his fingers before pressing them into her cheeks. They seem to seep into her skin making her shake a bit, before her eyes flew open, the fire in her eyes shown bright. “We’ve got one more thing to do before we go back.”
“Kira… you with me.”
Her lips slipped into an eerie smile.
“Yeah, you’ll get use to that.”
Stiles leads her out the doors and down the hall, it was still dark outside. Pushed her into the backseat of the Camaro waiting just down the road, he slides into the passenger seat, gives the driver the go ahead. Behind them the place goes up in flames that will burn far longer than anyone could predict. It wouldn’t go beyond the land itself.
Stiles looked back at Kira who had lain across the backseat, head resting on a rolled up leather jacket. In her lap was a small wolf pup, its shining blue eyes meeting Stiles growling low in his throat. Stiles own eyes shined brightly back, before turning to Peter in the drivers seat. “He’s awake.” Was all he said before Peter nods and turns the car in a slow U-Turn.
“You do know they won’t just let you walk back in there.”
“Ohhhh I know.”
Scott wouldn’t let the ‘monster’ wearing his best friends face just waltz back into their home town. Deaton made sure that Mccall wouldn’t make that mistake. The thing was, they were both so sure that Stiles had been taken over. They didn’t stop to think that, maybe… just maybe Stiles had taken over Notgitsune. Oh it was very much shared at first but… Stiles hadn’t heard that dark fox’s voice in a long time.
That’s what happens when Nogitsune tries to take on an already darkened spark. He would deal with Scott and whatever delusional little beta the wolf had turned, maybe he could pry them apart like he had done with Kira. That had been so easy. Poor Kira hadn’t known that Scott hated himself so much, he tried to be something he wasn’t. Tried to tell others to do the same.
Hmm… but first he would get his Alpha, and the last of his beta’s. Then he would take on that self righteous little bastard and his so called true alpha. Glancing into the backseat again he reached into the backseat and pulled up growling wolf pup, “Don’t worry Jackson… they won’t see us coming.”
A loud scream caused me to spring up from my bed and rush into the room next to me. My brother Stiles thrashed in his bed as the nightmare took over. This was a nightly occurrence since the nogitsune almost destroyed our family, and Stiles. He would have horrible night terrors about things he did while the nogitsune was possessing him, or things that he could have done, and woke me and our Dad up with his screams. I rushed over to his bed trying to wake him up.
“Stiles it’s just a dream!” I screamed shaking him awake.
Dad came running in now as well. Stiles woke up looking at me with tears in his eyes.
“y/n” Stiles said pulling me into a hug.
“it’s okay Stiles it was just a dream.” I said rubbing his back.
“I killed you, I would never, I could never,” Stiles started but was choking on his tears.
“Stiles I’m fine okay, I’m right here.” I said getting a little emotional now as well.
Stile and I sat on his bed while he cried in my arms. I wish there was something I could do to take away the pain. When my brother broke, I did too. We had an unbreakable bond and he was terrified because the nogitsune almost broke it. Stiles finally stopped crying and just sat there trying to calm his breathing.
“you know you’re the strongest, and kindest person I’ve ever met.” I said.
Stiles laid there listening to me, so I continued.
“you’re will and fight is incredible, you always put others before yourself, and I’ve never met someone so devoted to their friends and family. Stiles you could never hurt me. The Nogitsune, The Oni, they’re gone Stiles it’s okaythey can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let them.” I said kissing his forehead.
Stiles sat up looking me in the eyes. He wiped a stray tear falling from my eye.
“do you really mean all that?” He asked his voice still shaking from the screaming.
“every single word.” I said pulling him into a hug.
and that was how we spent the rest of the night, in each others embrace. Our bond was unbreakable and I wasn’t about to let someone else hurt him.
(1)“From the inside he could see it all.. But could do nothing against the evil which controlled his body. There were just tears and mute screams against nothing than darkness and the noise of endless buzzing in his ears.”
(2)“… And the wolf looked through the window, but he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear him cry. Still he knew that something was not like it seems to be.“
. . More WIP photos, ha. Started with the second paper. (Funny thing is: I have the suspicion that i will need a third paper too.)
Derek set his folder of printed documents on the island counter, beside two unopened bottles of water and two pens with chewed caps he found on the floor. Why they had been on the floor, Derek could only imagine. Stiles tended to spread his work out in their apartment much like he had his bedroom back in Beacon Hills, minus the web of investigations, disappearances, and deaths. The chewed lids were no mystery since his boyfriend had the biggest oral fixation Derek had ever seen.
Everything went in Stiles’ mouth. Not that Derek minded. There were quite a few things Derek wouldn’t mind seeing in Stiles’ mouth, like his dick. There was nothing quite like watching those obscene lips wrap around his cock while hungry, Bambi eyes stared up at him. And the noises…
Clearing his throat, Derek adjusted the not so little problem in his jeans and double checked Stiles’ location. He could hear Stiles muttering to himself in their bedroom, and he breathed a small sigh of relief. His libido was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, and why he insisted they sit down and discuss what they both wanted going forward.
Stiles had finished only finished his second year at Columbia a few weeks ago, and his schedule was still as hectic and cluttered with his new summer job as it had been while he attended full-time classes. Derek had offered to cover all expenses, including the cost of books and portion of tuition Stiles’ partial scholarship didn’t cover. Beyond accumulating more through various investments, Derek had nothing better to do with his money, but as always, his boyfriend was stubborn.
Stiles still refused to take Derek’s money when Derek had already let Stiles live in New York, rent free, for the last two years. But Derek enjoyed taking care of Stiles. It settled his wolf like nothing else to be able to provide for his pack mate and lover. He liked stocking the cupboards with Stiles’ favourite snacks and coffee, filling the fridge with healthy organic foods, and cooking meals.
The learning curve when it came to cooking had been steep. Derek had never needed cooking skills prior to living with Stiles. He had burned more meals than not in the beginning, but ensuring his boyfriend had healthy, home-cooked meals had quickly become a priority, especially after the discovery of Stiles’ complete inability to take care of his most basic needs during times of stress. It was something Derek discovered during Stiles’ first foray into college midterms.
Thankfully there had only been one epic meltdown, and a few tearful pleas, but the worst found Derek cuddling an inconsolable Stiles into the wee hours of the morning during his third semester because his boyfriend proclaimed himself an absolute failure, and was convinced he would never amount to anything. It had also been the night Derek realized that Stiles wished the Nogitsune had killed him, a guilt Derek could relate to all too well.
Stiles is having nightmares. Derek’s solution is not what Stiles expected.
Stiles wasn’t quite sure what caught Derek’s eye specifically. There were probably a couple signs that would have tipped him off: Stiles’s eyes were red and he had huge bags under them; he probably smelled like sugar and energy drinks from forcing himself to stay awake; or maybe it was him walking into the corner of the wall because he couldn’t keep his balance. It had most likely been all three. Or, who knows, maybe werewolves could smell nightmares. That’s definitely a thing that could happen, although Stiles would really prefer that it didn’t.
In any case, for whatever reason, Stiles found himself staring out his window at Derek’s face the night after Saturday’s pack meeting. Well, glaring out the window. Stiles knew that Derek could see him, which meant that Derek knew Stiles had seen him because Stiles had almost flailed himself off the bed when he’d noticed the werewolf’s hulking shape blocking out the street light. As it was, Stiles had barely managed to save his laptop from crashing to the floor from where he’d had it perched to watch Netflix.
So after a few minutes of Stiles’s glaring and Derek just staring placidly back at him through the glass, Stiles’s gave a huff and pulled himself out of bed to unlock and open his bedroom window.
“You rang? Well, knocked? Wait, you didn’t even knock so what…just, what do you want, Derek?” Stiles babbled at the man outside his window. He tried to keep his voice down, but given how tired he was, Stiles wasn’t sure he could even trust his own volume control.
Derek stayed silent.
Frustrated, Stiles shrugged his shoulders and twirled his hands as in indication to say something, anything.
Derek just raised his eyebrows and looked down at the floor then back up at Stiles face. Stiles sighed again and turned to go back to his bed, dropping to sit at the edge of it with even less grace than he could usually muster while Derek climbed almost silently into the room, and then closed the window behind himself.
Stiles rubbed his hands over his eyes and then through his hair. Maybe Derek had a project for him to research? At least that would give him a good reason to stay awake longer.
But when he looked back up, Derek was crouched right in front of him.
On the topic of acting and season 3b: Honestly, whenever any of the villains monologued and went on and on about their awesomeness, I was sitting here and eyerolling at both the speeches and acting. But when DOB screamed out, "YOU CAN'T KILL ME!!" I seriously got goosebumps. I 100% hope that DOB's acting career is a long and prosperous one because he is definitely a phenomenal actor and, tbh, probably the strongest actor that TW had. (My favorite villain arc, too, regardless of playing faves.)
He was amazing as the nogitsune. And it was amazing how different Stiles and the nogitsune were, and how we saw the transformation from one into the other, and you could see the moment Stiles wasn’t there anymore.
Request : Can I request a void stiles imagine where void stiles kidnaps the reader for ransom against the pack and stiles is in love with the reader so void exploits that
Summary : Void!Stiles kidnaps Y/N and reveals Stiles’ feelings for her while holding Y/N for ransom.
Warnings : Swearing, angst, small bit of fluff, verbal abuse, physical abuse.
A/N : Hi, anon! I REAAAALLLYY hope you like this. Also, sorry about the delay! It’s been a very busy week. I tried my best with this one, so hopefully it’s alright! Also, Y/N is switching places with Lydia in this fic during the events of 3x23 - Insatiable. ALSO: THIS ONE-SHOT DOESN’T FOLLOW THE EVENTS IN THE SHOW. And when speaking about the Nogitsune, I didn’t use any pronouns. The Nogitsune is referred to as an ‘it.’ This could potentially turn into a 2-3 parter. Anyways, I hope you like it! x
A chill ran down your spine as you leaned your head in your palms. The dead silence was killing you, leaving you to your thoughts. You didn’t know where you were, but you knew who had taken you. Stiles. Well, it wasn’t really Stiles. It was the Nogitsune wearing Stiles’ face. You knew that. Half of you was absolutely terrified, but the other half wasn’t. You understood the part of you that didn’t feel afraid. You had been in love with Stiles for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t like he had romantic feelings. His feelings were platonic and it killed you. He was far too infatuated with Lydia Martin to develop mutual feelings. But you understood. She was Lydia Martin. Queen of Beacon Hills. You were just Y/N. There wasn’t anything special about you.
A harsh breath was pushed from your lips as you lifted your head from your hands and looked around. You were in a long tunnel that seemed to have no end. The sound of footsteps coming closer and closer caused your blood to run cold and your heart rate to pick up. The footsteps echoed across the walls, taunting you. Finally, the Nogitsune came into view. You gulped, scuffling as you struggled to push yourself to your feet. A sadistic smirk rested on it’s lips as it neared you. You backed up, stumbling over your own feet as you walked.
A dark chuckle filled the air. The part of you that hadn’t been afraid had slipped away as you finally accepted that this wasn’t Stiles. Stiles was safe. Right? The thought of him being anything but okay made terror run through your bones. The Nogitsune stepped closer to you as your back collided with a wall. It tilted it’s head to the side as it observed you.
“You’re thinking about Stiles.” It stated, a cold finger began to trail across your cheek which caused you to flinch. You refused to answer, but the Nogitsune already knew. How did it know? “He’s thinking about you too.”
This statement caused you to look up to meet the eyes of the Nogitsune. You wouldn’t let it’s looks deceive you. Stiles’ eyes would make you melt under his stare. You would not let the Nogitsune have the same effect on you.
“You don’t know that.” You said. The same dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, filling your ears.
“Oh, but I do, Y/N. Don’t you know how the feels about you?” It said, stepping impossibly closer to you and placing it’s soft lips beside your ear. “Don’t you know about how much he worries about you?” The voice coming from Stiles’ lips was menacing and cold. Although the Nogitsune had his voice too, it sounded nothing like Stiles. Stiles’ voice was warm and calming. This one made goosebumps raise on the back of your neck and arms, and not in a good way.
“H-He doesn’t.” You stuttered, turning your head the opposite way.
“Yes, he does. In fact, I can guarantee that he’s crying over you at this very moment.”
“Stop messing with me. Just let me go.” You pleaded, clenching your teeth together.
“I’m only telling the truth.” It sneered, its lips trailing down your ear and to your neck.
“He’s in love with you.” You clenched your eyes shut and took a deep breath as the lips belonging to Stiles brushed across your neck. You knew you couldn’t believe anything the Nogitsune said.
“In fact, if Scott and the rest of your pack doesn’t show up within the next hour with the money, I think I’ll kill you. Just for fun.” You could feel as it’s lips curled up into a smirk and it made your blood run cold.
“You mean you’re holding me for ransom?” You asked.
“Don’t be an idiot. That’s what that means.” The Nogitsune snarled, pulling it’s head back and grabbing your wrist. You yelped in surprise, head turning to look back at Stiles’ face. “Maybe I should just kill you now. What could the pack want with you, anyway? It’s not like you offer any valuable assets.”
It’s fingernails were digging into your wrists as you whimpered in pain and you struggled to remove your wrist from the stone hard grip.
“Stiles would be a wreck. That’s the only use you have for me. You make him weaker.” It snarled. Stiles’ face was only inches from yours and hot breath made contact with your face as the Nogitsune spoke.
Finally, the Nogitsune released your wrist and you sighed in relief.
“They should be arriving any minute now.” The Nogitsune said, a smirk returning to it’s lips. It grabbed your arm forcefully and began to drag you in the other direction.
“Let go!” You yelled, thrashing in the Nogitsune’s grip. This only caused it to grab you tighter than before. A whimper of pain escaped your lips.
“Shut up.” It growled. You struggled harder than before as an amused chuckle rang through the air. Suddenly, everything went black as you were hit across the head.
The sound of tires on gravel caused you to stir, squinting your eyes before opening them. You had been thrown over the Nogitsune’s shoulder and you panicked.
“Right on time.” The Nogitsune hummed, tightening it’s grip on your legs. “Try and escape and I’ll bash your skull in.” It whispered just as the sound of car doors being slammed shut could be heard.
“Ah, Scott,” The Nogitsune said, fake pleasure lacing it’s tone. “And Stiles.” HIs name caused you to lift your head.
“Oh god,’ His voice. It was Stiles’ voice. The real Stiles. “Stiles!” You called out, your voice somewhat weak.
“Let her go.” Stiles growled. The same sinister laugh filled your ears and you winced. “Hand over the money for the stupid girl.”
Footsteps travelled across the gravel slowly. “Here,” Scott’s voice rang out. You couldn’t see what was going on but you could imagine what was happening. “Now, let her go. You got what you asked for.” Scott calmly said.
“Fine.” The Nogitsune said. Suddenly, his arms let go of your legs and you began to slip. A surprised gasp left your mouth just as your body collided with the hard ground.
Just as quickly as it had appeared, the Nogitsune was gone. Your eyes were squeezed shut, a tear leaking from one of your eyes, your ribs aching.
“Y/N!” Stiles called out as he ran to your side. You were lifted into his lap as you opened your eyes to look up at him.
“S-Stiles?” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. He nodded quickly, hands framing your face.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He said. Without thinking, you threw yourself into his arms.
“Oh god, I was so scared.” You cried, instantly feeling comforted as his arms wrapped around you.
“You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I’m here.” Stiles said, his words muffled by your shoulder. You smiled through your tears and pulled back, looking into his golden brown eyes.
“Are you okay? Did it hurt you?” Stiles asked, his voice panicked. “Not really.” You shook your head. “It lied. That’s all. It was playing tricks with my head.” You explained.
“What did it say?” Your cheeks reddened. “I’ll tell you later. I just want to go home.” Stiles nodded, helping you to your feet. Your legs shook as he supported your weight, helping you to the car and into the backseat.
“I can sit back here with you if you want and-” “Stiles, it’s okay. I’m fine.” Stiles frowned.
“Y/N, you were just captured by the fucking Nogitsune. How are you fine?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay! I’m not fine, alright? I was so scared, Stiles. I-It kept lying to me. Messing with my head.”
“What did it say to you?” You shook your head, unsure of how to tell him.
“It doesn’t matter-” “Y/N, tell me.”
You took a deep breath. “It told me that… It told me that you loved me, Stiles. And not just as a friend.” He took a deep breath and his eyes searched your eyes as you looked down at your lap.
“Y/N, hey,’ He said, taking your chin and tilting it upwards so you were looking at him. “It - It wasn’t lying.” Stiles admitted.
“I love you, Y/N. I always have.” Stiles said. Your heart swelled.
“I love you too.” You said. You thought the amount of butterflies in your stomach as impossible.
Stiles looked at war with himself for a few moments as he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, unsure of what to say.
“Oh, fuck it.” Stiles muttered before pressing his lips to yours. You were surprised at first before you kissed him back.
[ AGH THAT WAS HORRIBLE AND IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE. sorry omg!! ]
I just couldn’t resist this, there are pretty many of these, more imagines than fics, but with the idea of void being obsessed/protective over you and the pack trying to get you two separated.
You were pulling your hair. You scratched the back of your neck, tangling your fingers with the strands of your hair and tugging on them while you paced around Scott’s room. You walked the space between an armchair and Scott’s bed, never fixing your eyes to new objects. You kept your eyes fixed on either to your toes or the window. Every time you gazed the window you walked over to it, taking a long gaze at the surrounding of the house.
You were worried. Not sure what you were waiting for, but it was not good. That you were sure of. It would more likely be Void to be the first one to show up. He could teleport unlike any werewolf or others like them. No one you knew could do the same.
You felt like you had doomed your friends to death. You had told them what the nogitsune wanted. You had told them everything that was enough to build up a nice death scene. Maybe that was why you did it? Or maybe that is why Void told these to you? What he wanted and needed and for why. And of course you had fallen for it, told them, unwillingly though, and now everyone, even you, were in danger.
You had told the pack what you suspected was going on, why had the nogitsune come after you, why was he so offensive towards them. Of course they wanted to know, you then trying to back away from the subject, thinking it was nothing. You didn’t want to look like an attention seeking teenage girl, but Scott didn’t leave it there. He pressured you to tell him. And you did.
You thought the nogitsune was after you, though you didn’t know why, but it still bothered you. You pointed out how he had never made a move on you, a threatening one. He had always circled you, walking pass you, sometimes making eye contact with you while smirking.
Scott didn’t know wether it was point that should be taken seriously, but he did give it a thought. He even thought about testing the fact that were your suspicious true. That was it now. This was the test.
You started to bite your lower lip, your nails. Still moving nervously around in the already so unwell lighted room. If it wasn’t already enough to make you worry and nervous it had to be getting dark sooner than before just today.
You didn’t even know what you were worried for. That Void would kill Scott and the pack, or that Scott would kill Void? Or that you even cared if they would kill the nogitsune!
You knew Scott had a plan that wouldn’t set anyone in danger if it was even worth a try. Still, you were nervous as hell.
Scott had sent you to his house, where you were right now, and he was with the pack at the school waiting for Stiles to show up.
-at the school-
Scott, Isaac and Allison were inside the school building, Lydia was with Aiden and Ethan at the front doors. They knew he would be there at any second.
Scott had his phone close, keeping a track on you. Making sure you were fine and inside, safe. He kept sending you texts where he asked were you alone and were you ok. Of course you were. But you started to get lonely and a bit anxious.
The front door flew open, Aiden and Ethan’s mixed werewolf body flying across the air in front of Scott and others. Stiles had Lydia with him, he had his hand tangled in her hair while he dragged her with him, then he pushed her on the floor, gazing at Scott.
“You think your little banshee and a mutant freak can stop me?” He yelled, the voice echoing in the hallway. “You’re little seven numbered pack is just getting one number smaller.” He smirked.
Scott got ready to attack, he arched his back, his face changing more animal like, his eyes a mixture of red and yellow.
“It already has!” Scott announced.
Stiles looked a second worried, surprised, off guard. He went over the pack letting his eyes wonder on everyone he saw. Yes. There was only six teens present. He gritted his teeth and hissed: “Where is she?”
It was Scott’s turn to smirk. He shrugged and said: “Not here.”
The nogitsune glared warningly at Scott, then the onis appeared from thin air. Everything happened so fast. Suddenly Stiles was all over Scott, he had his hands on the collar of his shirt, he pushed his body against a wall while the onis made sure no one could break the two apart.
“Where is she?” He hissed once again. Scott only gave him a smile and shook his head. Stiles pulled Scott away from the wall, then trowing him back with enough force to break his bones and yelled “WHERE IS (Y/N)?”
-pack at McCall residence-
You had walked round the room for hundreds of times and now started to get dizzy. You felt sick, annoyed, worried and all, not sure could you take it anymore.
Scott had stopped answering to your texts an hour ago, not even picking up on your calls. You had thrown your phone to the end of the room due frustration.
“Knock knock.” You heard from behind. The volume quiet, the voice raspy and dark but delighted. Somehow even thrilled.
You turned to look. The figure now leaning against the doorframe and smiling. The darkness under his eyes so clear to be seen it looked inhuman. And inhuman was the whole situation.
His knuckles were bloody, bruised, you looked at them worriedly, hoping it wasn’t any of the pack members.
It took you off guard how you reacted. You were about to say something, just being able to open your mouth, but not to make anything out. You were not sure even now what you wanted, waited and hoped for. It was so bizarre.
“A fox caught your tongue?” He asked and smirked. It made your blood boil, even though you were not scared to see him there. “A good try from Scott to try to hide you from me, I have to give him that,” he circled closer to you, his hands behind his back, like he was hunting a prey, which was you. “but I can’t say I enjoyed it. That he takes something that belongs to me away from me.”
You felt slightly angered when he preferred you to belong to him. You could feel the heat raising to your face, your hands clutching to fists.
His tone was starting to sound threatening, not purposely for you, but to anyone in the matter. You took an unsteady step back, only because you were being sure not to get too close. You were not sure of what mood he was on.
The second you stepped back, nogitsune stopped. He tilted his head, sensing your unsure body language. He of course did not mean to scare you, but you were never so sure of what went through his head. A trickster he was.
“Don’t be scared, little dove.” He taunted. “I am not that mad at you.” He walked slowly closer to you. “You do understand that I am just starting to get fed up with games. The pack can’t hold you down. They can’t keep you away from me. I will have you. And you know it too.”
“Why are you so interested in me?” You dared to ask. You knew you didn’t feel like you were in control of the situation but you still knew how to talk back.
Nogitsune walked around, not letting you out of his sight, his cold stare on your (e/c) eyes.
“You are more than you appear.” He said, it didn’t mean anything to you so you waited for an explanation.
“There is something in you that calls for me. I feel the undying need to collect you. To own you.” He chuckled when he saw your disgusted and confused expression. “You are like a wild animal that I feel the need to tame. A price, worth of fight. And even the pack fighting for you,” he clicked his tongue. “makes me want you even more.”
“So this is a game to you?” You couldn’t help but mock. “I’m just a symbol of power. A mark of victory?”
Now he was close enough to touch you, he had made you back up so much you were now against a wall, your back pressed firmly in place where you could not escape. Though you didn’t even want to. You wanted to hear him out.
“You shouldn’t underestimate yourself, (Y/n).” He purred. “You are not just a pawn in my game, you have so much more value to me, you can’t even imagine how important you are. This feeling I have for you is more human than a magical bond, though humans do prefer it to be magical, so either way the feeling is strong.”
You swallowed. You hoped you were wrong for what he meant. He couldn’t possibly be..?
“You’re lying…” You mumbled. You could feel the aura around you darken, getting heavy and making the air hard to breathe. You saw Stiles’ body tensing and his teeth gritting.
“I have watched you sleep, I have watched you dream and I have held you due nightmares without you knowing my present. I have made sure no one hurts you, I have made sure you won’t have to face your fears and I have been there for you!” He was now shouting, hitting his fists close to both sides of your head, then softly caressing your cheek and whispering, almost lovingly to your ear: “And I will always be the one to be there for you. No matter what.” He had calmed down, but still felt the need to say the next line.
“So don’t underestimate my love for you, darling.” He smiled.
He then kissed your cheek. Your tense body not relaxing, but all the air that had been caught in your lungs rushing out through your nostrils.
“I’m confused.” You finally got to say. “I didn’t know why any of this was happening and I didn’t think and now, I put everyone in danger so I could know why. I didn’t know-” Void, in the skin of Stiles’ cut you out.
“It’s okay, little dove.” He said softly, no sign of anger in his voice while he talked to you, his lips now tickling your ear while he whispered: “You know now. You don’t have to be confused, they will never try to separate us anymore.” You could feel his lips curve into a smile, then he kissed near your ear.
“And I don’t ever have to be scared of losing you, ever again.” He purred and embraced you.
Maybe I’ll make it a 12 days of Christmas thing. A new Hurt/Comfort prompt Stiles/Derek ficlet everyday until the 25th. How many days is that? Nine. So, the 9 days of Christmas. Who knows.
This one is for Anonymous, who requested:
I recently finally acknowledged my years long depression and my parents are not a great support tbh. I can’t see much of a future and I’ve been like this so long idk what it feels like to be okay anymore. If you’re okay with it, could you please write something abt this with supportive family (I love the Sheriff, my ideal dad) and happy ending maybe? I’d understand if it makes you uncomfortable. Thank you so much!!
I had to answer this prompt, because writing got me through my own journey with mental health stuff, so maybe reading can help you too, little Anonymous. It does get better.
Warning for depression and panic attacks. No character death in this one! Takes place after the Nogitsune.
Any Other Way
The Nogitsune is gone.
Stiles repeats it to himself every night, when he wakes up from nightmares he can’t recall, save for the feeling of blood under his fingernails, the echoes of Lydia’s screams in his ears.
He says it again when he stares at his own face in the mirror, searching for some hint of shadow in his eyes, counting his fingers to prove that he’s awake, using those fingers to write his name over and over in the condensation that forms after he showers, to prove he still knows how the letters should be shaped.
Lydia watches as a girl takes every opportunity to flirt with Stiles for the entire day. She gets so angry she refuses to talk to him and that's terrible because Stiles has been trying to ask Lydia out all day.
(Set post s5, Ghost Riders don’t exist here)
Lydia tried to calm her fluttering heart and pretended to be occupied with the items in her locker. Through the corner of her eye, she watched as Stiles continued his path towards her.
When she had woken up that morning, she did not immediately check her phone to see if he’d texted her good morning (he did, with a sun emoji). When she had arrived, she did not look for the blue jeep in the parking lot (it was parked near the bikes). And when she had entered the school building, she certainly did not sweep the hallway looking for him (at Scott’s locker, talking to his best friend).
She snuck another side-glance at the boy, but this time was dismayed to see someone had stopped him in his tracks.
It was a girl. Of course it was. The universe, it seemed, had not doled out enough punishment on her for ignoring Stiles for eight years. Lydia watched as Stiles lit up at something the girl said, frowning when the girl bent over as she laughed. Objectively, Stiles was a funny guy, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to amuse their classmates. In Lydia’s mind however, the girl’s reaction was exaggerated, a transparent attempt at flirting.
The first bell rang, so Lydia shut her locker with a little more force than necessary and made her way to her first class (AP European History, because if Argent ancestors popped up every now and then, why not?)