Agron was not sure how it happened, but it had happened rather quickly. And it felt too good to stop. He currently had Octavia, or Skai Ripa as she was known among his people and the other clans, against the wall of the cave that they were forced to seek shelter in during a rain storm. The General of the Yujleda clan had not thought he would be so . . . taken with a member of Skaikru -- or perhaps former member was the more accurate term, and yet here they were. Having gotten lost in the moment and the only direction to move in, was forward. With the significant height difference, he lifted Octavia from the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her stable and in place.
His body pressed against her own, his lips moving against hers with fervent passion. The only breaking of it was to remove the upper layers of clothing she had on, until she was fully exposed. His hand ran over her, her small frame looking even more petite in his gentle grasp from his large hand. He wanted to touch more of her. Taste more of her. Lifting her a little higher, and tilting his head down, he captured one of her perfectly formed breasts in his mouth, sucking it, engulfing it between his lips, and teasing her hardened nipple between his teeth. The action prompted a heavy breathe of pleasure, his other hand resting under the cheek of her ass, giving it a slight squeeze.
Just close your eyesThe sun is going downYou’ll be alrightNo one can hurt you nowCome morning lightYou and I’ll be safe and sound
Sometimes, sometimes Stiles wakes up. He wakes up, screaming, in the middle of the night, because this can’t be real.It’s surely just another cruel illusion made by Ghost Town, as they had thought about it, not like they really talked about it.It can’t be true that they got out, it can’t be true that they are free.At times like this, Brett basically wraps himself around Stiles, holding him down, gently hushing him, whispering, until the sun comes up.Sun is good.The sun never came up in Ghost Town
2. Preservation verse
Panic! At The Disco - Let’s Kill Tonight
May your feet serve you wellAnd the rest be sent to HellWhere they always have belonged
Stiles didn’t get tired easily anymore. He just knew how to follow the tracks, how to see the differences between human tracks, animal tracks. How to tell away fresh tracks from old ones.How to tell away Brett’s footprints from everyone else’s.He barely hears the begging of the latest victim, as he tries to run, but ankle already broken. Stiles just walks after him, slowly, and he’s barely aware that how horror-movie like this is. He just walks, and still reaches him easily.It’s so easy to get the garotte around his throat.When he hears the way the familiar bike stops, he just glances up. His amber eyes meet with the pale blue ones behind the mask, as he’s just pulling the choking victim close. He doesn’t even have to be that violent, and he’s just hushing him. His face almost pressed at the victim’s face, as Stiles just looks into Brett’s eyes, until the man stops moving.And even after.
3. Vampire!Brett
Nickelback - Next Contestant
I’m hating what [he’s] wearingEverybody here keeps staringCan’t wait ‘til they get what they deserveThis time somebody’s getting hurt
Everybody can see the Marks on Stiles’ arms and neck, and he’s wearing all black - not his gear, but one looks at him, and they can’t be blamed for mistaking him for someone fully geared up. He’s in all black after all, the colour of the ones who hunt through the night.But he’s just dancing, and he knows exactly what is he doing.He knows Brett is watching as he dances around, and it’s hard to say why do people look at him.Are they afraid? Do they want to rip him apart? Do they want to rip him apart…. in a very different way?Stiles knows what is he doing when he turns around, and grins at Brett, while slapping away a werewolf’s hand, who tried to cop a feel.Oh it’s so on.
4. Grounder!Stiles
Glee Cast - Let it Snow
When we finally kiss goodnightHow I’ll hate going out in the storm!But if you finally hold me tightThen all the way home I’ll be warm
It was snowing.Actually, for-real snowing.Stiles just watched around Camp Jaha - many of the Arkers, even the adults looked up to the sky with wonder, and no one could hold back the younger ones. He was pretty sure he had seen Bellamy shove a handful of snow on the back of Murphy’s shirt, and after that everything was on.Brett was laughing, almost twirling around in the snow, enjoying it, and didn’t stop laughing, not even when he felt Stiles’ arms around his waist.“It’s snowing, Stiles. It’s snowing.”“I know.”It wasn’t the first time Stiles had seen snow - it wasn’t every year, but it happened every second or third year or so. It wasn’t anything new, and many of them disliked it, because of the footprints that stayed behind.It was worth for the wonder in Brett’s eyes, though, and his laughter, and the way he was innocent for a little while again.
5. Deliquent!Stiles
Fall Out Boy - Irresistible
Try to say live, live and let liveBut I’m no good, good at lip serviceExcept when they’re yours, mi amorI’m coming for you and I’m making war
He came for Stiles.When the radiation hit the mountain, most of the soldiers collapsed. Cage disappeared.One soldier stayed behind (probably got marrow treatement. The bastard), eyes bewildered, as he looked around, even lowering his gun a little from the shock. He didn’t even realize when Jasper ran out.What he did realize, though, was the knife that ended up being thrown in his throat.Brett stepped in earlier than Octavia, and Brett’s eyes had found Stiles immediately, and then he was next to him.“Hi.” A weak smile, as he tilted his head a little. “It’s good to see you.”Brett’s hands were shaking as his long fingers caressed Stiles’s face, and then checked on his leg, the place where the drill went in.Stiles didn’t even realize when did Octavia get there, giving the key to Brett, only how Brett’s hands were still shaking when he was undoing his cuffs.“Hey. Hey, Brett. Look at this. We did meet again.”
“So... do you know what this is...?”
Okay, Stiles wasn’t really well-versed in history all that much, and definitely not in technology. They were skills not really needed for survival in the forest. He knew about the bombs, that they fell, he knew what guns were.
But this place was full of things he did not understand. Alcohol was one thing. Those weird food were another, like seriously what were those.
That weird-ass table with the balls was just plain confusing.
But these weird things, with two wheels, and red and black? Now Stiles was stumped. Seriously stumped, and confused.
how about 17 for Murphy and Stiles bc why not (I'm quietly supporting that ship from the distance even if I'm not involved in it shh)
hawkefortherescue
Things you said that I wish you hadn’t - Grounder verse, pbandjmurphy
It would have been easier to let everything happen.It should have been that way. Stiles doing his job. Murphy screaming and talking and eventually dying.Talking about things like how the Sky People came down with the intent of conquering them, to take away their land. Or to do things like the Mountain did.
The first few things he said after the first surges of pain was that neither of them were warriors. Not conquerors. Just people checking if the ground was habitable.Afterwards, when they asked more, about their numbers, their weapons, their camp, he clammed his mouth shut.
Stiles wished he never said anything at all. If he would have thought they were conquerors... if he could have imagined their malicious intent, it would have been easier to bear the screams of the Sky Boy.
It was not gonna be a war, and he knew it, and he saw that the boy knew it too, while he was screaming.It was gonna be a massacre.
It took a while for the boy to let Stiles close. He got water split back into his face more than he could count it, and there were blood everywhere.They didn’t talk, and Stiles tried to touch him as gentle he could, when he was making sure he did not bleed out.
psst 'things you said when you were drunk' murphy/stiles
Things you said when you were drunk - Grounder verse, pbandjmurphy
“Ya know, you have really pretty eyes. Pretty. Like this drink.”Stiles laughed, and patted Murphy’s head when the Sky Boy lied down to his lap.“You are completely wasted, John Murphy.”Okay, Stiles wasn’t sober either (understatement of the century), but the way Murphy was blinking up at him, that was definitely the alcohol’s fault as well.Part of Stiles’ brain still wondered if they had made the good idea of almost immediately going for the alcohol after days of going without food or drink.Probably not, but now, with the stupid grin on Murphy’s face, he didn’t care.“Yea, but. I won’t be drunk tomorrow, ‘nd your eyes will be still pretty tomorro~.”Stiles leaned forward to brush his lips against Murphy’s forehead, but the other boy just moved his head, letting their lips to meet for a short while.“Go to sleep, Murphy.”“C’me with me?”Stiles smiled.“As I saw, the bed is pretty small.”“You can sleep on me.”Stiles laughed, leaning back, reaching over his still half-full glass of whiskey, and drank it, while Murphy was grinning up at him.“That... was terrible. Does it work on other Sky People?”“D’nno. Nev’r tried. Did it work?”“Maybe.”
Things you said when you were crying - Grounder verse, bretttal
Most of the Trikru was gone. Most of them left, walking away, with Stiles coming back, even though he was dragged away by Indra’s soldiers.He was back, and at Camp Jaha, walking around, helping the injured. The drilled deliquents, Dr Griffin, the soldiers who got hurt.People needed help, and Stiles was a healer, so he had things to do.It took him a while to find Brett, who was sitting next to where Lori fell asleep after that long, tiring walk, and tiring and stressful and horrible days.And there were tears streaming down his face, so Stiles just set down, and pulled the boy into his arms.“It’s alright. She’s safe.”Stiles’ words were soft as he caressed Brett’s hair, and the Sky Boy just pulled his head back, looking at Stiles, face wet from the tears.“Yeah. But how long?”There was no answer for that and both of them knew it.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to leave your people for us.”Stiles just smiled a little, wiping down the tears with the back of his hand.“It was not a big decision. I mean. Staying alone, or going with them”"You are not alone.”And Stiles looked at Brett, at the sleeping Lori, around to Lincoln and Octavia, all the Sky People, before looking back at Brett.“No. I’m not.”
Bellamy didn’t like anything about this. But then, being captured was rarely a good thing. Sure he was inside hte mountain like he planned. But being drained of blood was not in the plan. He also didn’t want to die. It was hard to tell waht was going on when your vision was black and white.
He turned to the cage next to him. And got spit on. “I guess you didn’t hear that we’re not enemies anymore,” he muttered. He blinked and things looked differnt. He blinked again to be sure. Yep, he was seeing in color. His soulmate just spit on him.
Let's be one hundred percent fair - that was more like a surprised splutter than a real split, altough easy to think it that way.
Look, Stiles grew up in the forest, He thought the first colours he would see would be green, or brown, whatever those were. Or red. He heard blood was red. He knew leaves were green, the soil was brown, and had no idea what did that mean.
Instead there were these pale colours everywhere, and this boy, this Sky Person, crouching next to him.
And Stiles, against all odds, besides the fact that he was imprisoned, and is probably about to be bled out soon, and he just found his other half days from his death - he laughed.
He threw his head back, his laughter sounding weird in the echo of the bleeding chamber, as he rested his head against his cage, a little.
"Of course it's a Sky Person. Just my luck."
