coraXstiles

Ebony | 19 | Studying film Hopefully one day I'll be the one behind the camera and have thousands of fangirls send me hate mail. Until then feel free to send me prompts or say hi ***NOT a spoilers free blog***

[coraxstiles]

Can’t watch this show anymore

She fought her way through the fog in her mind. Lincoln? She thought. It’s all she could think. She had to stop him. She had to save him. She fought to open her eyes and hoped he’d be there but all she saw was the ground. She could barely feel her limbs draped over her horse but she used what she could to get her feet on the ground. 

She tried to clear her head and focus. They were far from Arcadia now, Over the hillside she could  see down into the courtyard. Then she saw them, dragging him out. Lincoln. Pike was behind them with more guards. She could run, if she started now she could make it down there and....and what? She could distract them long enough for him to run. He’s not going to run, he’s not going to leave them. She could go in and...and die. She could die... but she’d be with him. He got down on to his knees and her stomach dropped. Do something! 

This can’t happen. This isn’t happening. Pike pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head. Please...She felt Kane’s arm on her shoulder but she couldn’t move. He looked up to the sky. Hot tears fell from her eyes. Look away. She wished Indra was there. Indra could tell her what to do. How to stop...BANG! She heard the sound first. Then she felt it, almost instantaneously everything inside her broke. She felt the shot in her chest. A giant hole. She wanted to puke. She watched his body fall onto the mud. May we meet again. As if the wind carried the words up to her. He didn’t deserve this. 

Pain shot through her body and she wanted to scream. Her finger nails dug into the palm of her hand. Pike! She clenched her jaw together. Deep breaths like Indra taught her. She’ll kill Pike. It wouldn’t bring him back. It wouldn’t help her in anyway. But he doesn’t get to kill Lincoln and walk away. He doesn’t get to live. 

[coraxstiles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cora Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura Characters: Cora Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey Additional Tags: College AU, Drugs, Love, Art School Summary:

Stora art school AU: Cora is a painter, Stiles is a photographer and she’s his new favorite subject.

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

You know who I miss?

Cora Hale

[coraxstiles]

Do you write stora fanfiction

I do! Its been a while because I've been super busy with school but I still sail on the ship that is Stora. You can find some of my stuff in the myfic tag on my page. I'd definately still be up to taking on a prompt if you have one 😊

[undying-stora]

↖️ This person is Stora trash

[murdersoup]

Is Cora ever coming back?

Me, everyday. (via ladyshiva89)

[ponytailcoby]

[coraxstiles]

The joys of not having a TV😒

[teen-wolf-archive]

Creatures of the Night

[rinmaidtsuoka]

[teen-wolf-archive]

[coraxstiles]

Okay but are we gonna talk about how Lydia is wearing shorts????????? Has Lydia ever worn anything other than a skirt or a dress???????? I'm freaking out!!!!!

[amyjake-archive-deactivated2017]

[coraxstiles]

please don’t go, i  l o v e  you so.

[coraxstiles]

undying-stora replied to your post “RUN pt.1”

I've missed your fic so much, you have no idea! <333

I’m feel so terrible I’ve written hardly anything. I will try an do better I promise.

P.S. Your fics are freakin awesome

[coraxstiles]

Run pt. 2

Inspired by the song Run by Daughter

When she woke up he was already packing, stuffing clothes into a duffel bag. She watched him for a while before getting up and packing her own duffel bag, filling it mostly with his shirts anyway. 

“What did you tell the station?” She asked zipping up her bag.

He shrugged his shoulders and tossed a few more things in the bag, trying to hide the guns he had from her. He had collected more and more since joining the force. She pretended she didn’t notice, she let him have them because they made him feel safer.

“We can’t just disappear. People will look for us.” He clenched his jaw and zipped his bag up, swinging it over his shoulder and picking hers up too.

“Like who? Scott?” He spat the word out like it was acid. At first people would say that Stiles just needed time to heal but it wasn’t true. Cora knew better than anyone that a wound like that doesn’t heal, you cover it up and stop it from bleeding and hope it doesn’t open up wider but it doesn’t heal. What he needed, what they both needed was to get out of Beacon Hills. They weren’t safe there and they never would be.

They washed up and headed down stairs. Stiles had already made them coffee to go and they’d stop for breakfast later. She carried the bags to the Jeep and he locked everything up making sure they didn’t forget anything.

She was sitting in the passenger seat when she heard the crackling of a fire. He got in and started the Jeep. She looked at him but he looked straight ahead avoiding her eye contact. “Are you sure?” She asked. 

Smoke started to build and the flames flickered through the window. “There’s only two things I’m sure of anymore. One is I can’t live here anymore.”

“And the other?” He looked over at her. She’d been there to save him so many times, stopped him from doing the dumbest things and pulled him out of the darkest places. This was the only thing he could do for her, for them.

“I love you.” He said trying to make sure she understood how much he meant every word.

She smiled, for the first time in a while, and nodded. “I love you too.”

They pulled away from the burning house and drove away from the ghosts. They didn’t care where they were going because it didn’t matter. Every unsaid word burned in that house and they were free to be together, to run.

[stydiaislove]

Top 10 ships (voted by my followers) #9: Stiles & Cora

[coraxstiles]

RUN pt.1

Inspired by the song Run by Daughter

The house was quiet. In the last few months they barely even talked. His dad was dead, her brother was gone. It was just the two of them in a big house. The air was so thick with words that neither of them could say.

They had pushed everyone else away long ago and there was a period where they tried to push each other away but it didn’t work. Two days was all that Cora could bare to be away from him because then everything came rushing back. Those two days felt like an eternity to Stiles. When she walked through the door he thought he was going to break down right there. Instead they just held each other in the doorway, forehead to forehead, breathing in each others air, not wanting to ever let go.

So now they live in a comforting silence. He goes to work, she runs through every inch of the woods, she’ll cook, they eat, watch tv, and then sometimes they sleep. Most nights they lay awake, back to back, listening to the sound of the others steady breathing. On the good nights they sleep, on the bad nights nightmares rock their bed. Sometimes his, sometimes hers but every time they end up tightly wrapped in each others arms. 

Hes not the boy he was in high school when she first met him. This type of pain changes you and turns you into a different person. She was used to this pain, she kept it inside, locked safely away but when she met him he opened her up. Now they were both trapped in this cloud of sorrow and love so deep they couldn’t see. They protected each other from drowning in it.

It was starting to become too much. The house was filling up and pushing them out. The more they didn’t say the more words flooded the house. 

“I want to leave.” She said one day as they both pretended to be sleeping. His heart dropped, the thought of her leaving him again terrified him because he didn’t know what he would do. He felt her shift and turn around. “I know you’re not sleeping.” He turned too so that they were face to face in the dark. He could barely make out the outlines of her but he knew she could see all of him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say?” She hadn’t realized it until that moment how much she missed the sound of his voice.

“Say yes. Say anything I don’t care. Just run away with me.” She reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Relief washed over him like a wave but it was short lived. He didn’t know where they were or what they were doing now but in this house they were together. He didn’t know what they’d be without it.

The risk was too much though. If it was this house or her he’d pick her every time. He looked over at the clock behind her, 11:51 blinked in red numbers. He scooted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. “Tomorrow.”

[coraxstiles]

Going on a Stora spree. I know I havent been on this page in a while but today I wrote something that I really liked so I’m gonna post it and then I’m going to read a bunch of stora cause I haven’t in a while. Stay tuned.