Is there a hurt/comfort or sick tag to be updated?
here’s some h/c
I breathe him in, he keeps me breathing; My Stiles by Emaisnialleraf (1/1 | 1,017 | G)
Derek isn’t gonna let anyone or anything hurt his mate; Stiles is off limits.
Stiles has a nightmare and cuddling happens
Ever since Stiles became a vegan his life changed, in a very good way. He felt better, with much more energy, a lighter stomach after eating and also his conscience felt cleaner because he didn’t add too much to the climate change and didn’t provide money to the industry that kills animals to make their asses rich. So yeah, life was fucking good, except… except lately, Stiles has been feeling exactly the opposite.
The field he lies in is not a marsh, nor a swamp, but a single cleared space. His book bag is pillowed underneath his arm, fingers tangled into the straps, his feet dug into the hard ground. There is no mud. There are no insects. There is only the remainder of the nightmare he just had that is etched into the tears that trek his cheeks, the sweat at his hairline.
“Stiles, are you okay?”
OR: “We’ll figure it out.”
It’s not a flashback, more like a hint of a memory.
Derek presses his head against the shower wall and tries to block the memory of the dream from his head.
“It’s not real.” He says out loud, trying to convince himself of the truth behind the words. “She’s gone. She’s dead, she can’t come back.”
Derek has a nightmare.
Stiles has taken a life, he has killed someone. It’s haunting him and choking him, and in his lowest point he calls the one person who could possibly understand. The one person who has always understood even the darkest parts of Stiles’ soul.
Stiles calls Derek back home.
~ ~ ~
Beacon Hills is the same as when Derek left but the people that occupy this supernaturally diverse town aren’t. This patchwork pack isn’t what it used to be. Stiles isn’t what he used to be. He’s been hollowed out and stripped clean.
If it’s the last thing he ever does Derek is going to bring some life back into Stiles’ eyes.