stiles is tired. He's tired of being a fragile human, absolutely exhausted of being the only one to have bruises days, weeks later. Peter, though, seems to notice it too easily for his comfort, always saying "you should be a wolf, stiles." With that soft voice, almost purring on his ear "you would be so good as a wolf stiles", and it almost eats him alive some days. But he can't, he won't.
Stiles knows himself, better than most could hope. He knows that if, for some reason, someone turns him, he will need to leave Beacon Hills, leave his dad.
Stiles will never accept be turned into a wolf, not because some bullshit about species, no. Stiles won't accept it because it would go to his head so easily. It's already difficult controlling some tendencies just being a fragile human, he can't risk being anything else.
Stiles rarely becomes angry. But when he does, everyone feels it. No one messes with what is his.
They laughed and laughed and laughed, at the haunted faces, at the fearful looks thrown at them, at the looks of sheer dread.
They fingered the knives in their hands, their sharp edges gleaming duly in the waning light of the moon and licked their lips, hungry, waiting. Their laughter echoed, tinged with mirth and madness, around the wide clearing- sinister, unsettling- to the dark sky above. Then, they moved. They moved faster than the supernatural eye could see, leaving imprints of red and gold across the vision of their victims- the last flash of colour they would ever see.
They painted the walls red- the scent of death a miasma blanketing the area.
The broad smile never left their face.
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Morning came and a red dawn broke through the clouds.
For the Ask Thingy: Sterek - "He’d never noticed a door there before."
Stiles cursed as he always had let Peter get the better of him within the pack. Not like he had wanted to but there were just times that he couldn't really handle it. A simple game of chase had turned into a mad dash of survival. Stiles would look back sometimes and dodge an incoming arrow before he dart a different way.
He never thought that accepting the bite from Peter would get him into so much trouble but it seemed the Argents weren't giving up on him tonight. He knew they were always after him since he was Peter's mate but to have them pursue him when he was just trying to have some fun with Peter wasn't far. He ran to school and climbed onto the roof quickly, he could at least evade them for a while up there.
He stayed up there for a while until he thought it was safe and climbed down just to be surprised by Allison who shot an arrow which buried itself into his leg. He howled in pain and jumped through a window into the school to try and run from her. She followed behind closely though and soon more arrows were sent his way.
Stiles collapsed to the ground as he whimpered from all the wolfsbane now in his system. He got up to drag his body to a door within the hallway that he had never been there before. He kept dragging himself towards it as he reached it and went to open it until Allison grabbed a handful of his fur to pull his head back. "This is for my father..." She grunts out as she grabs one of the arrows and twists it causing Stiles to howl out one last time. He fell forward into the door causing the wood to bend then break to his weight against it.
Stiles awoke with a start as he sat upright in bed sweating and panting. He looked around to see the whole pack around him. "You okay Stiles?" Scott's voice was soft and Stiles looked down to see Derek's hand wrapped around his own. "He's been here with you the whole time you've been out. You saved him from being hit by some hunter's arrow that had come his way." Stiles blinked to this as he stared down to Derek smiling softly. "He'll wake up soon but how are you holding up?" Scott asked and Stiles looked to him.
"I'm feeling fine." Stiles lied and felt the grip on his hand tighten a bit. He looked down to see Derek had woken up and was rubbing at his eyes. He looked to Stiles and smiled warmly.
"You've woken up... You've been out for a while and I wasn't sure... No one was sure if you'd wake up or not." Stiles smiled softly to him before he leaned down to kiss Derek softly and he felt Derek kiss him back. "I'm glad I didn't get you killed."
Stiles smiled more to this. "If you would have been saved then it would have been fine with me." He said before Derek released his hand to put Stiles's face in them.
"I wouldn't want you gone from my life." Derek frowned before he pressed their foreheads together. "I'd only blame myself if you were gone."
Stiles hushed him softly before he kissed both his cheeks. "Let's just enjoy the time that we have now and not think about this event again from this point on." Derek nodded before he kissed Stiles on the lips again.
"I love you." Derek mumbled against his lips.
Stiles felt his cheeks get hot before he kissed Derek back. "I love you too grumpy pants."
