the others didn’t spark anything so i went with this one.
“Więź uczuć nieprzerwana, służyć mi będzie,
Twe serce załata na prędce.
Odejść przede mną Ci nie pozwolę,
Żyć będziesz póki mam wolę.”
Boyd doesn’t remember the fight at Derek’s loft and he chalks it up to being clumsy and getting electrocuted like the Alphas were meant to get. It must have been a close call because while the long hug and searing kiss from Stiles is expected, the way Derek and Isaac hold him later isn’t.
For some reason, his belly feels tender.
Sometimes when he dreams he feels pain, sharp and piercing until it starts fading quickly. But as it fades a voice rises, swoops in through him and pulls at him until he’s awake.
They’re facing mountain trolls this time and it’s a tedious fight because they’re as dumb as they are strong, their skin unpierceable. They’ve tried brute force and elaborate traps but all their efforts seem to be in vain, the trolls winning every battle like they’re driven forth, used as a battering ram.
They’re flinging boulders and trees at the pack, another clearing getting destroyed in yet another fight, and even Stiles, so full of Lord of the Ring references until now has fallen silent.
Boyd’s tired, even his werewolf stamina running low after so long and it makes him sloppy and distracted. He doesn’t see the spear-turned-tree in time, doesn’t see it until Stiles is yelling his name. There’s no escaping it so Boyd just closes his eyes and waits for impact. He hopes death will be painless and quick.
“I am not losing you again!”
When he wakes up this time he’s propped up against a rock, the that almost killed him nowhere in sight. He aches, but that’s about it because Peter is holding onto his arm and siphoning the pain away. He doesn’t know how he made out alive.
Boyd looks for Stiles who’d normally be at Boyd’s side at times like this, yelling at him to be more careful between tender, life-affirming kisses. He finds him easily enough flinging about two boulders and crushing skulls, his Spark a whirlwind of silver around him.
When they tell him Stiles used his magic to save him, hurling him out of the way, he doesn’t bat an eye. His boyfriend is a powerhouse.
The witches are always the worst, Boyd thinks as he skulks around the warehouse, glancing at the charm Stiles made for them all to detect wards every now and then. They always seem to go after Stiles first, drawn to his life force as Peter claims.
“A Spark’s blood is supposed to be a delicacy”, Peter told them the other day, rolling his eyes when Stiles just flipped him off and snuggled up closer into Boyd’s side.
“The only one allowed to suck me dry is my boo,” Stiles said, to the combined groans of half of the pack.
Boyd just sighed then. Now he wishes he’d kissed Stiles for all he’s worth because there are no wards in place, the witches are no longer here.
And Stiles seems to be almost completely gone as well.
Boyd rushes to his slumped form, spread on a metal table, traces of his blood spilled all over the place like the witches had more than enough and got sloppy with it.
Boyd can hardly tell if he’s breathing, tries to calm his shaking hands as he searches for a pulse, listens for the beating of a heart.
The thump of it is barely there and so slow and Boyd doesn’t know what else to do but call Stiles’ name, begging him to wake up, to hold on, to “Stay with me, please!”
Carefully, but as quickly as he can he gathers Stiles into his arms and almost loses his grip when he sees Stiles’ eyes are open but completely white.
“Kiss me,” Stiles asks and his voice has an unfamiliar quality to it, raw and loud even if it doesn’t echo in the empty warehouse, “As long as you live I live.”
Boyd doesn’t question it, he’d never denied Stiles a kiss, never doubted his words. He leans in, presses his lips to Stiles’ and hopes Stiles is right.
“The binding of feelings unbroken will serve me
To make your heart once again whole.
You will not leave before me
You will live as long as I’ll will it to be so.”
the story is finished, so please DON'T ASK FOR MORE. i write short stories, that's just the way it is.
