Sapphire Ginger

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Glowing Night-Eyes

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Allison embodies safety to Stiles and this is how he heals from what happened to him.

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Before the Nogitsune, Stiles slept through the night and rarely if ever had nightmares. The ones he did have heavily featured his mother’s last days and his father’s drunken ramblings. Thankfully they were back to being close now that Stiles had let his dad know everything.

Anyway…After they defeated the demon, his sleep was never peaceful and nightmares were an every night occurrence.

He tried everything from glow in the dark stars, to night lights, and even tried just leaving his lights on. Nothing helped and his eyes began sporting bags under them, dark enough to resemble bruises.

The more time that passed without any signs of improvement the more his packmates worried and tried to find a solution. Stiles thought he was doing a good job of hiding his struggles but he was oblivious to the worry radiating from his pack. He had no idea that one in particular never took her eyes off him.

The one who worried the most and refused to sit back any longer was Allison which to a few was a surprise. She had barely been breathing when the demon used Stiles to stab her but somehow, she survived. Allison knew grief, she knew guilt and how deep they could run and that once they had you in their clutches you felt like you’d never be free or find peace ever again. She felt that way after her mother died and still struggled with guilt and grief about the whole thing.

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In an effort to do something, anything to help, she quietly snuck into Stiles’s room one night just after he laid down to go to sleep. She’d learned a thing or two from watching the other wolves to know how to scale the side of the Stilinski house without disturbing the Sheriff from his slumber.

Having brought a book with her to pass the time, Allison almost missed the first whisper soft whimper that passed between Stiles’s lips. She immediately snapped her gaze to the bed to see wide amber eyes staring at her. She couldn’t help flashing her eyes on instinct, reacting to the scent of fear wafting off her pack mate.

Shocking her, Stiles’s scent lost the tang of fear and shifted to something sugary and sweet. Something like contentment. His eyes closed and she heard him whisper a single word. “Safe.”

Allison was confused but then felt a small wave of affection that accompanied a sharp jolt as a bond between them snapped into place. She pressed her hand over her chest rubbing back and forth before it came to rest over her heart. “Mate.” She spoke quietly to avoid disturbing the sleep Stiles desperately needed and took comfort in the fact that just her being there seemed to grant said sleep to him.

With the soft, deep breathing of her mate the only sound in the room, she settled and her own soft pleased rumble filled the room. Stiles was going to be okay and Allison was going to make sure of it.

Her mate had been so strong, and he had been the one to save her from dying, at least as far as she knew even if no one else was aware of that. It was time for him to find peace once more.

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From then on, Allison was a staple in the Stilinski household. The Sheriff never asked questions and never demanded any explanation either because ever since Allison began staying the night, Noah hadn’t heard his son’s blood-curdling screams. He’d been at his wit’s end about what to do, feeling like a failure as a father but he was there and that was more than he’d been before.

Now, whenever Stiles would wake in the night, all he had to do was glance toward the window and find comfort and reassurance in the two glowing golden orbs belonging to the girl he saved. The girl he was pretty sure he was madly in love with. The girl the Spark had chosen to be his other half.

Weeks passed, then months and finally after a year of nightly visits and a year during which Stiles slowly but surely healed, he sought out Allison during the day and not only thanked her, but then acknowledged their bond and asked her out on a date. He wanted to know her better, to date her and grow to love her even more. He hoped to one day mate with her, the girl who fate decreed was his and his alone.

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“Thank you, Allie,” Stiles whispered one night into the shadows of his room. Soothed by her presence now right next to him in bed instead of by the window like she had been at first.

“You don’t have to thank me, Miezko.” She carded her fingers through his hair and nuzzled at his neck.

Stiles bared his throat for her and then spoke again. “I do have to because…” he trailed off and swallowed thickly. “Allie, I’d be dead without you.”

Allison pulled her nose from the crook of Stiles’s neck, looked him straight in the eye and said, “And I’d be dead without you.”

It wasn’t a question and it all came tumbling out in a word vomit ramble, the truth. It was the first time ever that Stiles finally told the whole story of the Nogitsune’s demise. They grieved together, only now realizing how close they each came to losing their other half.

“I’m glad you saved me, Miezko.”

“Me too and I’m glad you saved me, Allie.”

“Me too,” she whispered, only just realizing how close their faces were now. She hesitated for only a moment before brushing her lips against his.

The two mates had grieved together, fought together, grown together and now loved each other fiercely. They would never abandon each other and promised to have each other’s backs for the rest of their lives.

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Relief

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to feel these things towards him, but she couldn’t help it. Her heart wanted someone else. Scott McCall became nothing more than a memory as she sought the one she truly loved with all of her being.

Stiles Stilinski.

Allison knew she was a hunter, knew Stiles was a kitsune, but she believed they could work. She just hoped he’d give her a chance. She slowly approached him. “Hey, Stiles.”

Stiles turned to face her; both of them blushed. “H-Hey, Ally.”

To her relief, he felt the same as she.

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Mamusia Kissed Santa, Tatús!

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Stiles wanted a drink of water and had to go potty but he knew that if he wasn’t asleep, Santa wouldn’t deliver his presents, but he really had to go. He sneaked out of his room to go to the potty and then went downstairs to get a drink of water. He froze on the bottom step when he heard a giggle. He peeked around the corner and saw his Mamusia. She was kissing somebody and she only giggled like that with Tatuś.

Stiles’s eyes widened when he saw who his Mamusia was kissing. It was Santa!! Uh oh. Was Santa being naughty? Was Mamusia being bad? Why were they kissing? Mamusia was only sposed ta kiss Tatuś.

Stiles put his little fists on his hips and glared at Santa and his Mamusia. He decided he wasn’t thirsty and stomped back upstairs, though he did so as quietly as he could.

When Mamusia came to get him up for breakfast in the morning, he didn’t look at her, refused to look at her. He didn’t say a word. Stiles got ready and then sat at the kitchen table. He looked over at his Tatuś and felt so sad. “I don’t like Santa anymore,” he mumbled with a pout on his face.

Both of his parents stared at him in confusion. “Why not, Mischief?” Stiles’s Tatuś asked.

Stiles’s lip trembled. “He’s naughty.”

“Naughty?” Mamusia prompted curiously.

Stiles glared at her and then looked at his Tatuś while pointing at his Mamusia. “Santa kissed Mamusia, Tatuś. Mamusia giggled and she only does that for you but I sawed her kissin’ him. I’m sorry, Tatuś.”

Claudia looked at Noah with wide eyes and Noah’s face flushed a deep red. They exchanged a look and tried to figure out how exactly they were going to explain this time.

Which was worse, their son hating his Mommy or learning that Santa was actually Daddy?

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Dread-In Void Chambers

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Stiles had never believed that being a Void Kitsune was a bad thing.

Stiles Genim Stilinski was a born Void Kitsune. It had never been a bad thing. When his mother died, he hid it, hid his true nature. He was afraid of what his dad would say, since his mother had never told his dad what they were. There was also the fear of what his friends would say if they ever found out. He was often greatly depressed that his mother was no longer here to teach him what it meant to be a Void Kitsune or tell him how special he was but he was incredibly smart, the smartest among his peers.

Still, despite his depression and desire to share it with someone who understood, the fear of being found out was too great. So, Stiles kept it to himself, shifting and practicing his abilities only when he was certain he’d be alone.

It worked until one Theodore Raeken came along. Theo learned about his abilities and instead of being disgusted, one of the many possible negative reactions Stiles feared, Theo was thrilled and became fiercely protective of Stiles. Their friendship was strong, the coyote and kitsune bonding as kindred spirits and their bond lasted for years. If only the doctors hadn’t shown up and taken Theo away in the dead of night.

Eventually and reluctantly, Stiles joined the local werewolf pack after some kid named Scoot McCall, or something like that, got bit by a rogue alpha. Stiles figured he could help the new wolf, being a born kit and were himself. Stiles was sure that, with all the knowledge he had, that he would and could be useful if given the chance. Still, Stiles never said anything about what he was.

Then they gained a pair of coyote shifters named Malia and Heather, a coyote-kanima hybrid named Tracy, a banshee named Lydia, a wolf-kanima hybrid named Jackson, a former left hand and werewolf named Peter, and even a dryad named Fiona. If their odd little misfit pack could have all of those and a thunder kitsune named Kira, then surely they’d welcome Stiles as a Void Kitsune. Right?

Wrong. So very wrong. It turned out that Noshiko had had an affair with a dark kitsune once upon a time and weaved a detailed story about the evils of such a creature after they had separated. It was always said there was nothing as dangerous as a woman scorned.

Suddenly, no one believed Stiles when he said that he wouldn’t hurt them. Lydia was put in Eichen. Peter was put in Eichen. Now…Stiles had been put in Eichen. They bound his kitsune and his magic, making him almost human.

He got lost in his head which was probably why he didn’t notice the lack of lights and the absence of the nurses at first. Then a face came into view, one he never thought he’d see again.

“Theo?” he croaked.

“Hey, Kit,” Theo said with a smile. “Let’s go.”

Turned out that sending a wolf to hell just because you thought he was evil wasn’t a good idea—LIAM—especially when said wolf had a reason to fight back.

So, when Theo got out of hell, he nearly killed Liam and then it was Theo who rescued his pack—Lydia, Peter and Stiles—from Eichen. They were his pack. His.

In all the chaos of their escape, Peter and Lydia ended up running off together. Theo ran after Stiles who he quickly lost track of in all the commotion.

Meanwhile, Stiles was running as fast as he could with only one destination in mind. Home. Theo missed catching the same plane as the Dark Kitsune by mere seconds.

Poland was home for Stiles and at least his Babcia was there but she was an older woman and when they came for him in the middle of the night, she was the one who paid the price. The last thing Stiles saw was his Babcia’s body lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. Guilt overwhelmed him as his world went dark.

Stiles woke up in a sealed chamber with four other people he had never seen before. There was a crackle and a hiss as three beings that looked like aliens, sealed them in.

Suddenly, gas began to flood the permeable chamber and as tired as Stiles was, he was suddenly terrified because he quickly realized that the gas wasn't killing them or putting them to sleep. It was keeping them awake.

Theo had heard about a certain experiment taking place from a lab tech and decided to show up. The doctors of course said they didn’t need him but Theo informed them if they wanted their little experiment to work, if they wanted Void, then they needed him.

Seven days after the experiment commenced, the doctors were restless and, needing to know what was going on, they shoved Theo into the chamber and once more sealed it. They expected him to die and be used for sustenance or something but the expected screams never came. So, of course, they had to investigate.

Such a thing was a big mistake for them and the last thing they’d ever do, for as soon as the door opened, a shadowed being like smoke tore them to pieces until nothing was left. Though freedom was just outside the door, the shadow being flicked its nine tails out and went back to Theo.

Said man smirked and softly crooned, saying, “Good boy.”

It seemed his plan to kill two birds with one stone worked. No more doctors and finally Theo had Void.

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Road Tripped Bonding

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When Malia talked to her boyfriend about bonding with her dad, he was hesitant but he knew how much it meant to her. So he agreed. He was easier to convince than her dad was. Peter gave an outright refusal when she asked, every time she asked.

He’d never made it a secret how much he disliked Stiles even before he had met him. Nevertheless, Malia kept pleading, even pulling out her wide eyes that Stiles had taught her which led to her standing here, watching in satisfaction as her boyfriend and her dad pulled away in Stiles’s new jeep.

When they returned home a week later, she was shocked to hear them all the way down the street laughing and singing at the top of their lungs. Her boyfriend was bright eyed and her dad…

Well, the Pater Hale hopped—freaking HOPPED—out of the car, smacked a big old kiss on her cheek and glanced at Stiles. “You must join us at the Hale House for a barbecue this weekend, Stiles.”

“Absolutely, Peter. I’ll be there.”

Malia was gobsmacked. Not only were they laughing, they were also singing and as if that wasn’t Twilight Zone enough, her boyfriend, her Bambi, called her dad Peter, Peter who some called the Big Bad Wolf.

What the Hale?!

“What the hell happened while you two were gone?”

Stiles gave her a soft smile and followed it up with a toe curling kiss. “I love you, Wilk.”

She huffed but smiled dazedly, her head spinning after his lips pulled away from hers. “I love you too, Lis. Now. T-Tell me what you did to my dad, Stiles.”

She got a teasing smile and a one shoulder shrug in response which was no more helpful than his two word reply of, “We bonded.”

He walked inside, leaving her bemused and curious. When she recovered from the after effects of that panty melting kiss that Stiles laid on her, Malia tried to ask her dad who infuriatingly gave the same answer Stiles did. ‘We bonded.’

When she tried pushing a little more, Peter tutted and said, “Now, now daughter of mine, you’re the one who wanted us to bond. It’s a little late to change your mind. I quite like Stiles. He’s a remarkable, devious, and charming young man. Quite the opposite of you. You’ll do well together. He has my blessing.”

Again…What the Hale?!

Malia was once again taken by surprise when, at the barbecue the following weekend, Stiles got down on one knee and proposed. Maybe the bonding wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Especially when she saw the approval in her dad’s eyes and the hope and adoration and unconditional love in her boyfriend’s—now fiancé’s—eyes.

“Marry me, Wilk?”

“Yes.”

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Hoodie, I’m Home!

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Stiles arrived home from another grueling day of exams and immediately went to shower. It was heavenly and he treated himself to his fluffiest towel when drying off. As he ambled into the master bedroom, he noticed that something was missing from the closet. He smirked at this discovery that proved what he and his dad always said.

Once was an instance.

Twice was a coincidence.

Three times was a pattern.

Over the past couple of weeks, Stiles noticed that his hoodies had periodically gone missing but then turned up in a day or two as if they had never left to begin with but the scent of Malia permeated every single one.

It pleased Stiles immensely that his girlfriend loved his scent that much. While Stiles was a certified, bonafide Spark, he was also a Human Alpha. Malia and Stiles had been dating for two years when the shift in their bond occurred. It was for the best in Stiles’s opinion as he had gotten tired of Scott making cow eyes at his girlfriend.

First, Allison, then Lydia, then Kira and then Malia? What the Hale was wrong with Scotty?

Malia was relieved to get away from Scott, claiming Stiles as her alpha. He was now Alpha to Peter, Derek and Cora as well as Malia.

The Spark might not have had the level of strength to his senses that the wolves did, but he was able to use his magic to even the odds.

So, now, considering that the latest hoodie to be taken was his Mets one, he wondered just how to go about catching his girlfriend in the act and how he could convince her to wear his clothes more often. Yes. He liked that idea very much. Maybe he was more wolfish than he thought.

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Always & Forever

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If asked, Mikael Mikaelson would deny having a favorite among his children but it would be a lie. His youngest son, Miezko was perfect in every way. He wasn’t born a werewolf, a vampire or even a human. No, his youngest son was born as a very powerful true spark. It pleased him to no end and, of course, the favoritism caused dissension between the children and Miezko was five years younger than the next youngest. Freya and Finn were the oldest and were twins. Elijah was the next eldest, then Rebekah, followed by Klaus, Kol and last but not least Miezko.

Some comments were made about the future, what jobs the children would obtain when the time came and along with those discussions there was grumbling and muttering from the children. Rebekah in particular brought up nepotism because she was jealous but Mikael didn’t let any of those cruel and snide remarks phase him. They would learn eventually that nepotism wasn’t always a bad thing and quite possibly realize that there was no nepotism involved at all. Mikael was never given anything; he had to earn everything he had. Why should his children be any different?

Of Miezko’s siblings only Kol and Klaus treated Miezko like their brother. Rebekah, Finn and Freya did not like him. Elijah was the one to comfort Miezko when he needed it most though, and even though he hid it well to prevent further dissension and division among them, Elijah truly loved his little brother and he swore to always protect him. This turned out to be necessary in ways none of the Mikaelsons could ever have predicted.

Esther, their mother, was outed as a witch by someone they trusted and Mikael ordered his children to go into hiding. With a single look exchanged between them, Mikael made Elijah responsible for the three youngest. It was with a heavy heart and fear in their veins that Elijah and his younger siblings fled under the cover of darkness. Eleven year old Klaus, and eight year old Kol, were running behind him and a three year old Miezko was sound asleep in seventeen year old Elijah’s arms.

When they finally stopped running it was to take a boat and escape. They made their way to Ireland and then proceeded to travel to Russia not long after. By the time they reached a safe house, one that once belonged to their ancestors, none of them could keep their eyes open any longer.

Kol and Klaus took one room while Elijah took another, Miezko still in his arms and clinging too tightly for his older brother to even consider setting him down. Not more than an hour later, Klaus and Kol had joined their brothers and, within minutes, they were now sound asleep. All of them…except Elijah.

The three youngest Mikaelson children couldn’t help but experience nightmares of smoke, fire, screams and the scent of death. Elijah knew not of the fate of their mother and father, nor the fate of Freya, Finn and Rebekah. As much as he despised those three, they were family.

His eyes scanned the sleeping forms of his youngest brothers and he settled slightly, seeing them relaxed. Right before Elijah fell asleep, he made a promise to his siblings and his parents, so soft it was barely a whisper as he said, “I will protect the three of you with my life. Always and forever.”

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Safe Haven

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Stiles was determined to help packless wolves by making their home a safe haven of sorts. Word would get out and people would hear of the two best friends. Everyone would know that Gajos-Talbot land was a haven to supes and humans alike. It would just take time was all.

Two years after creating the haven, Stiles’s wards pinged in the middle of the night, just as a trap was triggered and a young wolf pup howled, the sound echoing through the territory and startling the two men from their slumber.

Brett was out of bed instantly and ran towards the howl. Stiles was right behind him.

They got there and the little wolf pup cowered fully shifted.

Stiles’s magic reached out to connect their minds and he was immediately hit with a repetition of apologies. ‘I’m—I’m sorry. It said—They said—M-My mama said—’

Stiles’s heart melted and he walked over to the young pup, ignoring his alpha’s—ignoring Brett’s—hesitant growl. Stiles knelt down and smiled reassuringly at the small were. “What did your mama say pup?”

The little wolf calmed down slightly but still shook a little. ‘My mama said there’s a haven and when the gunshot rang out she told me to run. I came straight here. I-I think my mama is…’ The little wolf’s thoughts trailed off and he let out a loud high pitched whine, lowering his little body fully to the ground.

Stiles’s heart shattered as he surveyed the poor thing. He glanced at his alpha, whose expression had also softened.

”What’s your name, pup?” Brett asked softly.

The wolf pup flicked his gaze to Brett and subtly moved closer to Stiles. ‘Noa,’ he mentally communicated to them.

Stiles sucked in harsh breath but felt as though Selene was smiling down on them and with the pup’s name alone, fate seemed to have brought the little one to them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Noa. I’m Stiles and this is Alpha Talbot. We’re here to help. We’ll protect you and keep you safe.”

‘Promise?’

“I promise.”

Between one moment and the next, they went from seeing a wolf pup to seeing a little boy staring at them with wide hopeful eyes, shyly staring at them with a tiny barely there smile. He had pale green eyes and chestnut brown hair. Stiles was instantly smitten.

Suddenly, a warmth snapped into place in Stiles’s chest. A pack bond had formed. The pup really was all alone, and it was heartbreaking. Stiles refused to let the pup be alone any longer. He knew his alpha and best friend would support him. After all, this was exactly why they had created this haven.

Now, he knew without a doubt that their haven and their hearts would be the little wolf’s new home.

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Flames of Revenge

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United We Stand. Divided We Fall.

Katherine Geraldine Argent was the second oldest child of Gerard and Genevieve Argent. She was furious that she wouldn’t be allowed to rule as her mother believed her unfit for the role of Matriarch despite the fact that her grandfather pushed in support of Kate.

Kate’s anger grew as did her resentment and she blamed the Hales for alerting her mother to her father’s plans. That was why she enacted a plan of her own to take out the Hales by using the vulnerability of their second youngest son who seemed lost after losing his girlfriend because of Kate convincing another alpha to bite the young girl.

However, she was caught in the act of assaulting Derek by the Sheriff and as a result of her actions against the Hale family, Peter Hale himself came after her and killed her for her crimes. He then went nearly feral and had to be locked up.

Now with the chaos surrounding both Kate and Peter’s subsequent actions in response to each other’s offenses something had to be done to reassure their people and the pack.

Genevieve spoke with her son Chris, knowing he was nothing like his father or his sister. After considering it, Chris suggested an alliance through marriage. His mother agreed and Chris Argent’s hand was offered in marriage to Talia Hale as reparation for Kate’s crimes.

The Argent Matriarch believed that by uniting a hunter and a wolf, they’d prevent further bloodshed and enter into a treaty and new era of peace.

Both Talia and Chris were willing to marry to obtain such things. What neither expected was to fall in love and welcome two more children, one a wolf cub and the other a human. This truly felt like the final piece of the puzzle to bring about an alliance that would last for years to come.

Eventually Peter was absolved after bonding with a hunter himself whose first mate had been murdered because he was a wolf. Thus, another hunter and wolf match was made, laying the final foundation of what would be known as the Descendants of Selene and Descendants of Adam Alliance.

It began with evil of the most extreme kind and ended with peace in its purest form.

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Nobody’s Listening

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Stiles just wants someone to listen, but who?

She just wants someone to let her listen, but who?

Stiles just wanted someone to listen but no one had the time or was willing to make the time. Lydia was off with Jordan. Scott was off with Kira. Allison was off with Isaac. Everyone was off with their person. Everyone except Stiles.

So, feeling desperate and ashamed he felt as much but deciding ‘fuck it’, Stiles posted an ad online for someone to just listen.

After a woman named Kali Blackwood responded, they met somewhere comfortable. Despite Stiles’s skepticism, when Kali gave him a go ahead gesture, he went ahead and started. At first her commanding presence and fierce aura intimidated him while also giving him flushed cheeks and putting him at a serious risk for a boner.

Despite that, slowly he fell into a groove and it was going really well so far and yet, halfway through their first meeting, Kali got a text.

Stiles felt defeated, slumping down to make himself smaller, because of course he couldn’t even get someone to listen this way. He told Kali that it was okay and she should get that, but without even checking the alert, Kali simply turned her phone over with a smile, gesturing for Stiles to continue.

When Stiles just stared at her, wondering if this was some kind of joke or perhaps he was dreaming, Kali reminded him what he was talking about and Stiles continued.

Later when he was all talked out (shockingly enough), he thanked Kali and bit at his lip nervously before blurting out in question as to why she hadn’t checked her phone.

Kali didn’t hesitate and quickly let Stiles know that she genuinely wanted to listen to him and her phone could wait. Kali said she was someone who could never express herself with words but she was always good at listening.

She’d been looking for someone to let her listen, someone who in turn needed to be heard. Stiles needed to be heard and Kali needed someone to let her listen.

So, they agreed to do it again until one day they switched and it was Kali’s turn to talk while Stiles listened.

Yeah. Two peas in a pod.

Not to mention it turned out that Kali’s father, Deucalion was good friends with Stiles’s dad. Neither dad had expected their kids to get along so well but the first time they all sat down to eat together it was obvious to both Noah and Deucalion that the other’s child needed what their own was able to provide.

“This’ll be interesting,” Noah said as he clinked his bottle with Deucalion’s.

The other man snorted, surprised at the sound coming from his own nose. He scrunched up his nose and shrugged at Noah. “A relief is more like it. Your son can give my daughter what I can’t.”

Noah nodded. “And your daughter can give my son what I can’t.”

“I had such a hard time with her because Kali wouldn’t talk to me and I’m not much of a talker myself. Then Stiles comes along and presto, she’s doing both. He didn’t try to change her or force her.”

“My wife was always so good with Stiles and his rambling, something I’ve never been able to handle. I often wished he’d just stop for a minute to let me catch up but I should’ve spent more time listening.”

Deucalion squeezed Noah’s shoulder and nodded solemnly before smiling. “Thank hell they’ve found each other then, right?”

Noah didn’t get a chance to reply as the two in question bounded downstairs and towards the door. “Bye, Dad!” Kali said while Stiles just waved. It was such a drastic, yet welcome change and the two parents finally felt like the world had been lifted from their shoulders.

Thank hell, Deucalion moved to town and just happened to be qualified as a source for the Sheriff’s Department.

Thank hell Kali had just gotten a new computer for her birthday.

Thank hell Stiles put up that online ad.

Thank hell they found each other and now things would be different, now things would be better than ever before.

Thank hell.

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Quote:

Sometimes we need someone to just listen. Not to try and fix anything or offer alternatives, but to just be there… to listen. An ear that listens can be medicine for a heart that hurts.

✦ Steve Maraboli ✦

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I Know You Best

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Isaac ran into Cora and it was like he had been thrust back into a world he had forgotten.

Scott tried to prove that he knew Isaac better than anyone else and that Isaac belonged there with them.

Isaac started asking questions, expecting Scott to know all the answers.

Yet every question from Cora to Scott that went unanswered, told Isaac that the person he thought knew him better than anyone, knew nothing about him.

Cora, a girl who he had no idea even knew his name, knew more than anyone else combined aside from Isaac himself, or maybe better.

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Gators & Mischief

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Stiles loved animals. He always begged to go to the zoo every day during the summer and his parents would eventually agree. It was worth it just to see their son’s beaming smile.

Stiles loved animals. He always begged to go to the zoo every day during the summer and his parents would eventually agree. It was worth it just to see their son’s beaming smile.

Then, one summer when Stiles was only four years old, he was watching some kids who were gathered by where the gators were swimming. He didn’t like the alligators. They scared him and he was going to stay sitting on the bench and wait for his mommy to bring the ice cream.

He rubbed at his eyes, feeling a little sleepy and glanced up at his daddy who was on the phone. Again. Stiles’s Daddy worked a lot but he always came to the zoo with Stiles and mommy. Stiles guessed that at least he was here, even though Stiles wished he could hide the phone so his daddy would play with him.

“Hey kid!”

Stiles looked over at the boys who were by the gators and tilted his head, glancing around and then looking at them. “Me?”

“Yeah you. Come here.”

“Why?”

“Cause.”

“No. My mommy said—”

The boys laughed. “Mommy said. Mommy said.”

Stiles made fists and stomped over. “Dona talk bout my mommy!”

“Or what?!” they all taunted and sneered, staring down at him.

“Or—” Stiles trailed off, his eyes scanning the area for his daddy. He was scared and didn’t like the way these boys were looking at him.

Before he could call out, the boys grabbed him and with smirks on their faces, they tossed him into the cold murky water.

Stiles shrieked and struggled, sputtering and coughing.

Suddenly, a hiss sounded behind him and he froze, just now realizing where he was. “M-Mommy? D-Daddy?” he whispered as two big yellow eyes watched him. Then more big yellow eyes appeared. He was surrounded. Stiles’s tummy churned and he started to cry. He was gonna get eaten.

The boys all watched with sickening glee as the gators circled the stupid kid. What did the sheriff and the nurse expect to happen when they turned their backs?

Just as the lead gator had opened its mouth and Stiles had closed his eyes, a loud roar shook the enclosure.

Everyone, including the gators, froze. A large shadow flew over the water and ivory shards snagged in Stiles’s shirt, yanking him from the water just in time.

He yelped and his amber eyes went wide before he passed out from exhaustion and terror. Despite these feelings, Stiles couldn’t explain exactly why he was not afraid of the shadow.

The boys who had thrown him in stared in horror as a large Siberian Tiger snarled at them, the toddler’s shirt still held tightly in its jaws. They scattered when the tiger lunged at them and only when the boys were gone, did the tiger lose some of its anger, though it kept rumbling in its chest.

Stiles whined softly, and the tiger’s rumble softened to a deep purr in its chest to soothe him.

Right as Sheriff Stilinski’s call ended and the tiger looked over, their eyes locked. “Mischief?” Noah Stilinski croaked out. His hands shook as he reached for his son.

The tiger snarled and stepped back, leaping over the fence into its own area and slinking into its den. Once there, it laid down and settled the young boy between its front paws.

Once Stiles was settled, the tiger began to bathe the boy until he smelled only of himself, his parents and the tiger. Stiles, feeling instinctively safe and relieved, curled into a ball between the tiger’s massive paws and settled into a peaceful sleep.

When Noah frantically pleaded with the zookeepers to help him retrieve his son, they stared at him in confusion.

“Have you heard a single word I’ve said?!” Noah demanded, his voice rising with panic and fear

Finally, the head zookeeper stepped forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture and said, “Sir, there are no Siberian tigers at this zoo.”

“WHAT?!”

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Assemble the Universe

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A young soldier sits on the scorched battlefield with the lifeless body of his best friend in his arms. His cheeks are streaked with tears, his skin is coated with blood and mud. His eyes flicker slightly and in an instant he shoots his gun, downing the last of his enemies. He is the lone survivor. As he drops his gun, he starts humming. He doesn’t know how he knows the song, but right now, it feels right. It is both a ballad of grief and of promise.

Then, he utters three words, “Assemble the Universe.”

Suddenly, as if they were waiting for him, shadowy shapes emerge, seemingly out of thin air. They surround him but then shift from shadows to mirages before finally shifting to completely corporeal.

Standing in a circle, the nine lords and ladies of the Galactical Kingdoms and Queendoms across the consuls surround their new leader.

The young man knows what he must do now. Slowly, he rises and lays his friend to rest before joining the ranks of the shadow lords and ladies. He will be their leader, their king and he shall rule the cosmos.

The moment he lost his best friend, he severed all times to his former self and former life, his former identity. No longer is he Steven Rogers. He is to be a leader, a king and a ruler. From now on he will be known as Ombré, and will live by the saying: Sub umbra expecto, et cito ulciscor, meaning, In shadow I wait, and swiftly I take my revenge.

Revenge is a fine line to walk, but without Bucky, without his anchor, no one can stop him from giving in to his darkness. Perhaps that should scare him, but it doesn’t. It’s everyone else who should be afraid.

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Puppy Love

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Derek’s whole world was dark until the box opened and he blinked at the bright light. He was gonna get his big sister back for this. Suddenly, he heard a conversation outside the box between a man and a young boy.

Stiles’s voice finally reached him and Derek yipped excitedly. Maybe he wouldn’t get Laura back for this.

Stiles sighed and looked at his dad. “Don’t want it.”

“Come on, Son. Please just try?”

Stiles crossed his arms and stamped his foot. “I don’t want a stupid puppy.” Tears fell down his cheeks as he whispered, “I want my Derek.”

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My Dream Come True

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Summary:

Stiles expected to wake up one day to find that Allison had left him but every morning she was still there. Stiles had been planning to participate in the upcoming Olympics next year but now—Yeah right.

Stiles had a lifelong dream of competing at the Olympics but when he was on his way home from the gym, he was hit by a drunk driver. He woke up in the hospital and was given life altering news. Stiles was now paralyzed from the waist down. He would never walk again. His eyes fell on his wife who was holding his hand and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Allison cupped his cheek and rested their foreheads together just being there for her husband.

Stiles expected to wake up one day to find that Allison had left him but every morning she was still there. Stiles had been planning to participate in the upcoming Olympics next year but now—Yeah right.

He now worked from home but went to the park as often as he could. Still he couldn’t help but feel like he was holding Allison back.

Early the next year Erica and Isaac came to stay with him before they got everything packed. Apparently Allison had a surprise for him.

When they pulled up to the center where the Olympics were held a few hours later, Erica revealed to him that Allison wanted her husband to be able to be there even if he couldn’t participate in the event himself.

Stiles was super emotional but so excited. He even got a front row seat. It was as wonderful and magical as he always dreamed it would be. It got even better when—Holy shit!

There stood his wife, his beautiful and loving wife Allison, with Stiles’s number on her jersey. It dawned on him that she was about to compete and the realization made Stiles gasp.

He was speechless but cheered loudly for his wife and would’ve jumped for joy when she won if he could’ve.

Stiles proudly watched as his wife was given the gold medal but then tilted his head in confusion when the whole arena went silent.

Slowly, Allison made her way over to him and it was all Stiles could do not to break down when she placed the medal around Stiles’s neck, after Erica and Isaac helped bring him to his feet to receive it.

Allison had tears in her eyes as she kissed him and whispered, “I got the gold and I got it for you.”

Stiles sighed happily as he kissed her back and his friends lowered him back into his chair. “You’re a dream come true, Ally. You made my dream come true. I love you.”

“And I love you,” she said.

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In Memoriam

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Theo and Peter were Stiles’s best friends and when Mrs. Stilinski died, they both broke down crying along with their friend.

Theo remembered and cherished fun summers riding around in Mrs. Stilinski's jeep with their friend Mischief.

Peter remembered Claudia from summers that she spent with his sister Talia, always giving Peter a taste of her newest baking achievements.

Together the two boys helped Stiles put together a special scrapbook with photos they had of and with Claudia. This was their way of making sure no one forgot the beautiful, kind, caring and amazing woman known as Mrs. Claudia Stilinski.