This is more like prose poetry than any kind of real fic but? i am trying lmao
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The blue sky stretches in front of them.
To his left, Scott can hear a small animal moving around in the desert, trying to free a prickly pear from the bush. To his right, Kira sits with her eyes shut and her face turned up to the sun.
It’s hot but dry and almost pleasant, though he wishes there was a some shade. The car underneath them is hot from the sun, and they won’t be able to sit there much longer. Kira had stretched a pale blue blanket on top of it, and it helped, but the heat was seeping through even now. It’s bearable, but only just. Soon, they’ll roll up the blanket and get back in the car, and drive until they find a diner or something interesting to look at. At the diner, they’ll sit on the same side of the booth and order what their waitress recommends. Scott will buy a milkshake. Kira will steal half of it.
Scott doesn’t want to move.
Kira’s left pink presses against his thigh, a small point of pressure that would have gone unnoticed if he were with anyone else. He hasn’t seen her in months except in Skype calls and Snapchat stories, and every touch matters.
Her breathing is even and measured, even as she opens her eyes and turns to look at him, smiling. She doesn’t speak. Neither does he.
In the breeze, strands of her hair touch his face. He tucks them behind her ears, caressing her face as soft as he can. She closes her eyes as his hand cups her cheek, lets out a sigh. It throws off the rhythm of her breathing, but she returns to the pattern only seconds later.
The dessert is beautiful. The sky is beautiful. All he wants to look at is her.
Her eyes open and she stares back at him and smiles.
I miss you. It’s hard being apart from you, especially when everything seems so hard. I’m still struggling to understand exactly what my powers are and how to control them. I just want to be normal again—not even “normal” as in not a kitten. I just want to have a hold on my powers again. I don’t know why they reacted in the first place, but, God. I just want to fall asleep next to you. I just want to be with you, at home, and just…safe.
I hope it happens someday soon. I’m getting tired of waiting.
Love,
Kira
Dear Kira,
Hold out hope for yourself. I know you can do this. You’ve always pulled through before, and I know you’ll do it again. You’re incredible and full of so much power and energy. Of course you’re not always perfectly in command of all of that—I’m not always in control either. And if there’s anything I’ve learned, living in Beacon Hills, that’s normal. But what’s important is that people like you and me—and like Stiles, and Lydia, and Malia—we all come back to being in control. So I know you’ll be okay. I know we’ll be together again.
Day Seven: Letters
Word Count: 1348
Rating: General
Alternate Universe: none
Pairing: Kira/Scott
Author: @imthehotdemigirl
Note: this barely mentions Christmas. It’s mostly about the aftermath of Scott’s death and return to life and how the two of them keep in contact while apart.
Dear Scott,
I miss you. It’s hard being apart from you, especially when everything seems so hard. I’m still struggling to understand exactly what my powers are and how to control them. I just want to be normal again—not even “normal” as in not a kitten. I just want to have a hold on my powers again. I don’t know why they reacted in the first place, but, God. I just want to fall asleep next to you. I just want to be with you, at home, and just…safe.
I hope it happens someday soon. I’m getting tired of waiting.
Love,
Kira
Dear Kira,
Hold out hope for yourself. I know you can do this. You’ve always pulled through before, and I know you’ll do it again. You’re incredible and full of so much power and energy. Of course you’re not always perfectly in command of all of that—I’m not always in control either. And if there’s anything I’ve learned, living in Beacon Hills, that’s normal. But what’s important is that people like you and me—and like Stiles, and Lydia, and Malia—we all come back to being in control. So I know you’ll be okay. I know we’ll be together again.
Love,
Scott
Dear Scott,
Did you ever write letters to Santa? I never really did, but I always saw it on TV. I asked my mom why we didn’t, and she said not all myths are real.
It’s kind of weird to me now, since I’m basically living in a myth, and my mom’s been doing it for 900 years. I guess it made sense at the time, because I never asked again.
I feel myself getting stronger, and I think it’s just knowing that you believe in me. I’m sorry I can’t come home sooner… it’s just that I never want to put anyone in danger. Especially you.
I love you.
Kira
Dear Kira,
I trust you completely. I hope you know that.
My dad was sort of the same way, but in a…more horrible sense. He just flat out wouldn’t let me write to Santa, even when mom and I were just goofing around and pretending. I think I always knew Santa wasn’t real, even when I was a little kid. But it was fun to pretend—Mom especially liked to pretend back then. But I don’t think I ever finished one. I definitely never mailed it.
Writing letters to you seems kind of like that, though. I keep getting the gift of happiness every time I get a letter back!
Love,
Scott
Dear Scott,
That’s awful. Your dad is so…frustrating.
And stop! You’re being so silly—writing letters and getting them from you is amazing. I get so much hope from writing you. You’re such an incredible alpha. And I know kitsune aren’t meant to be in wolf packs, but I’ve always felt like we belonged together. And not just in a romantic way, although that’s a nice perk—I mean that I belong with you and Malia, and Liam, and Lydia, and Stiles. You guys are like a second family I never knew I wanted.
Not that I’m not incredibly grateful for my own family. They’re amazing—I love being with them and learning from them. Especially now that we’re being honest with each other about everything. They’ve been amazing about this recent lapse, too. I feel like I’m suddenly understanding more things about myself than I ever have before.
Scott, why didn’t you tell me you died? I just found out from Lydia the other day. I wanted to text you, or call, maybe, but I didn’t know what to say. I’m not even sure this is the right way to ask about it, or to say anything, but, God. You need to talk about this, I think. And if you want to talk about it with me, you can.
Love,
Kira
Dear Kira,
I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, I was just… I don’t know. I didn’t know what to say, for one thing, but there’s also the fact that I feel like I need to be better than this. If I’m really the true alpha, shouldn’t I be able to handle this better? I don’t know. I don’t.
I’m so glad your parents are being so supportive right now. I love how much they support you. The fact that your dad was ready to go to prison for a crime neither of you committed just to protect you just blows my mind constantly. I didn’t know dads could do that kind of stuff, but I’m so glad yours does.
Not that I wish I had anything different, of course. My mom is amazing. She’s a superhero, honestly. And she’s been really supportive through this whole ordeal, but, God. It feels like it won’t ever end. And Mom can’t do anything to change that. No one can. Not in a way that’s…ok. So I have to be better I have to make my mom’s sacrifice worth it, and…God. I don’t know any more.
You do belong with us, though. I hope you know that. And I hope it seems like a good thing, even when I’m so broken and fucked up. I’m trying to be better. I want to be the alpha all of you deserve.
And we all miss you, by the way. Mason asked me how you were doing, yesterday. He keeps bringing me tidbits of new information about true alphas, stuff I never knew. Deaton really likes him, too. I think he might offer him a job soon. He’s been looking for someone to help out around the clinic, especially since…after what happened I haven’t been able to work for as long. Mom says I’ll probably get my energy back in a couple days, but for now, I need to take it easy.
I love you. I’m sorry.
Scott
Dear Scott,
You don’t have anything to apologize for. I think I understand the complications of the supernatural more than most people. I understand not knowing what to say…I feel that way, too. A lot. Not that anything I’m going through compares to almost dying, but God. I’m so sorry.
I know, I kind of ramble a lot, and lose track of what I want to say, and so I’m really trying to keep focused for this letter.
I want you to know that it’s okay. It’s okay to feel bad, to feel fallible, to feel sad. You died, Scott. You’re only human—or more than human, but the point is—you aren’t some flawless creature who has to take everything in a stride. Feel the pain. Acknowledge it. Know that what you’re feeling is valid. You deserve to express your emotions in whatever way you want. Just because you’re a true alpha doesn’t mean you have to be perfect.
And, God, Scott—you are an amazing alpha. You couldn’t possibly be better for us. The only reason any of this is happening is because we were all being manipulated. You too! It’s not your fault. It’s not my fault. It’s just… We’re okay. You’re okay.
And I know this is hard to believe. So don’t feel bad if you disagree with me. You aren’t disappointing me. I just want you to know that for me, you are enough. You’re doing enough. You’re an amazing alpha. Better than anything we could have hoped for.
You’re also an amazing boyfriend, who I am wholly in love with. And as your girlfriend, I’m asking you to go easy on yourself. You’re doing an incredible job. You protect all of us and there’s nothing more any of us could ask for, or need, or even want. So, please, Scott, for me. Take time to grieve, to feel, to just…be. To reconfigure.
I love you the most,
Kira
Dear Kira,
I love you more than anything.
Scott
Dear Scott,
I know.
Love,
Kira
P.S. Stiles says you still haven’t watched Star Wars. Let’s do that when I get back.
Presenting the second week of prompts! Feel free to follow along and create your own works meeting up with these prompts. Tag them with “#kiraandscott christmas” and we’ll reblog them to the blog!
December 8: babymoon*
December 9: mall santa
December 10: subtle hints
December 11: holiday treats
December 12: family
December 13: holiday songs
December 14: christmas movies
*babymoon - when a couple goes on a vacation before the pregnant partner begins to experience pregnancy symptoms or begins to gain weight, as sort of a last hurrah
Day Five: The Flu
Word Count: 839
Rating: General
Alternate Universe: none
Pairing: Kira/Scott
Author: @imthehotdemigirl
At first, it was just a cough.
Scott’s used to coughs—growing up with asthma meant that every cough was significant, and even though he worried about it less now that he was a werewolf, it was still something he paid attention to.
So when he coughed that morning, both he and his mom stopped to check on his breathing. It was fine, really. His throat was sore, but his lungs didn’t rattle when he breathed or anything—and he could breathe, so that was good.
But then his mom was pressing her cheek to his forehead and clicking her tongue. “You can’t go to school like this!”
He coughs again. “What? Why?”
“You’re getting sick.”
“I am not,” he said, frowning. It wasn’t like being sick was unusual—or at least, it hadn’t been, before the bite. But now that he was supernatural, it was supposed to be really rare for him to get sick. Or something. Derek really hadn’t been clear about the whole thing.
His mom just quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re coughing. You’re running hotter than normal. You barely touched your breakfast and you’re almost…sluggish.”
“No,” he protested, but his mom was already pulling out her phone and dialing. She guided him back up the stairs to his bedroom as she spoke.
“Hi, this is Melissa McCall. I’m calling my son, Scott McCall, in sick. His ID number?” She waved her hand at Scott.
Dutifully, he recited the number as he was shuffled into his bedroom. He dropped his backpack and sat down on his bed while he waited for further instructions from his mom.
After a few more confirmations on the phone, she finally hung up. “You’re staying home, and you’re gonna rest. Call me if you need anything?”
“Ok,” he sighed.
As it turned out, his mom was right. She was a nurse, he reminded himself, and a really good one at that. He had texted Kira and Stiles when his mom had made him stay home, which was a good thing, actually. It was nearing 4:00 pm now, and he was jittery and achy. His cough had gotten worse—not so bad that he couldn’t breathe, luckily—and he could barely move in the bed. He had a movie playing on his computer but he was barely focusing on it.
He thought he was hallucinating the sound of someone tapping on the window, so he didn’t move from his pile of blankets. He was drifting off, anyway, and any one who was coming to kill him would have to get in line, behind what he now suspected was the flu.
“Scott, did you hear me?”
There was no way Kira was in the room, crouched in front of him.
Or maybe she was really there—her cool hands felt too nice to be fake, right? Or maybe they were too nice to be real. It was hard to tell.
“God, you’re burning up.” Kira vanished, and when she returned, she was pressing a cool cloth to his forehead. “Oh, babe,” she sighed. “You’re really sick, huh?”
He coughed in response and pulled the covers up just a little more.
“You should take a nap,” Kira suggested gently. “I’m going to get you medicine.”
He still wasn’t sure any of this was real, but a nap sounded good, so he let it happen.
Scott woke up feeling a little more present and a little less feverish. A glance at his alarm clock showed that it was 5:00. He squinted—the dot next to p.m. was lit up. It seemed odd that he’d only been asleep for an hour, but then again, sleeping while sick was always odd.
“You’re awake,” Kira said as she entered the room. She had a pharmacy bag in one hand, and a mug in the other. “I made you some honey lemon. I figured with that cough, you’d want something to soothe your throat.”
“Thanks,” he croaked. Very carefully, he sat up and took the mug from her. As he sipped, she pulled different medicines out of the bag.
“I got you off brand NyQuil because Mom says it works just as good. I tried to get you cough drops, but apparently Walgreens has some bullshit rule that you can’t buy them until you’re 18. But I got you this throat numbing spray, because it’s a nice temporary effect…”
Scott took a gulp of the honey lemon. It immediately seemed to soothe his raw throat. He smiled at her. “I really appreciate it.”
“I’m just happy I could do something,” she said, sitting on the bed near him. “I was pretty shocked when I saw how sick you were. You must feel awful.”
“I do,” he said. “But I feel better now that you’re here.”
“Sure it’s not the drink?” she asked, smiling.
“Well, that helps, too. But you always make me smile,” he said gently, touching her arm.
She kissed his forehead in response. “I’m happy to help,” she said. “Now, take some NyQuil."
Day Three: Shopping
Word Count: 696
Rating: General
Alternate Universe: none
Pairing: Kira/Scott
Author: @imthehotdemigirl
anonymous asked: its the last of some particular product/gift in the store and scott/kira both grabbed it at the same time, cue both of them trying to make the other person take it cos they're too nice prompt
It was December 3. 22 days until Christmas. And Scott had all but one of the necessary Christmas presents to make the year go well.
Most of his loved ones were easy to shop for. He got his mom a new watch--a rose gold face with a thin brown leather band--and Stiles got the gift card with World of Warcraft credits (there had been a time when Scott tried to be more creative with Stiles’ presents, but he rarely liked them, so about three years ago, Scott had just started buying whatever Stiles asked for. It worked out). For Lydia, he had picked out a leather bound journal that could double as a sketchbook. Liam got lacrosse gear (he kept poking holes in his gloves. It just seemed right), and he’d picked up all of the Spider-Gwen comics that were currently out for Kira. He’d add more trinkets to her gift later, but the main segment was done.
The only person left was Malia. Malia, who seemed almost impossible to shop for.
Scott had racked his brain for weeks about what to get her for Christmas. It wasn’t that Malia had specific tastes, it was just...she was still figuring out who she was, and so something she liked now might not even last a month. So he was a little baffled throughout his internet shopping. She wasn’t into jewelry. Highlighters were fine as a part of a present, but not as the only part. He knew she liked baths, and had even ordered a bath bomb from Lush. He’d picked out Guardian of the Forest, which may have been a little on the nose...but he thought she would find it funny.
But there had to be something more that would really make Malia happy when she opened it on Christmas. Which was...what?
And that’s why he was wondering around Beacon Hills only mall after school that day. On a whim, he turned into the record store. He browsed through the new CDs but didn’t find anything he really though would strike her fancy.
Then he saw the bin of DVDs, which gave him an idea.
Malia had been talking about a TV show she watched as a kid. Anne of Green Gables. It had aired on PBS, and at the top of the bin he could see--
Just as he reached the bin and stretched out his arm, another hand reached out and snatched the DVD he’d been aiming for. He groaned quietly. So something else, then.
“Scott?”
He looked up and was shocked to see Kira. “What are you doing here?” he asked. It was a pleasant surprise, and his momentary disappointment at missing the DVD was erased as he hugged her and quickly kissed her on the nose and then on the lips.
She smiled against his mouth. “I’m just trying to figure out a gift for Malia.”
“Me, too,” he sighed. “Everyone else is mostly taken care of, but she’s hard to shop for!”
“I know!” Kira exclaimed. “That’s why I had to rush for this. I thought, since she’s been talking about it lately--ohmigod, you were going to grab this, weren’t you?”
“I was,” he said, laughing. “It’s no problem though. Back to the drawing board, I guess!”
“Oh, no,” she gasped, and pressed the DVD into his chest. “Please! You should give it to her. If I hadn’t snatched it, you’d be set!”
“Aw, come on, you got here first,” he said, grinning as he stepped back. “You should get it for her.”
“Oh, Scott,” she sighed. Then her face lit up. “You should get her the book! The first one, anyway. She’ll love it. Ever since we read The Dread Doctors, she’s been going through books in a frenzy. Think about how much she would love it.” Kira bounced a little, and kissed him again. “I’m so excited. She’s going to love this!”
It was a good idea. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed until she was laughing into his shoulder. “I love you so much.”
She beamed at him when he let her go. “I can come with you to the bookstore,” she suggested.
“That sounds great,” he said, and twined their fingers together. There was nothing better than spending time with Kira--especially buying presents with Kira.
Day One: Winter
Word Count: 1102
Rating: General
Alternate Universe: none
Pairing: Kira/Scott
Author: @imthehotdemigirl
expectation: snow
Somehow, it doesn’t surprise Kira to wake up on December first only to discover that not only is there no snow on the ground, the sun is out.
“It’s seventy degrees outside,” she announces mournfully when she sits at the table.
Her dad slides a plate of pancakes in front of her. “We can open up the swimming pool if you want.”
She groans. “Dad, we don’t even have a pool. Anyway, I’m holding out hope that it will cool down soon. Maybe we’ll get some snow later on?”
“In Beacon Hills?” Her mom walks in then, holding the newspaper. “I’m not sure it ever snowed when I lived here before.”
“Damn,” she grumbles quietly. “I miss New York.” Which--well, not really. She didn’t miss the traffic or the smell or the people--ugh--but she missed winter. She missed waking up to snow on the ground and wearing ear muffs and scarves and still feeling the cold bite into her cheeks. She missed feeling the wind whistling through her and knowing that the world was full of energy that she could almost grasp.
“Well somebody insisted on not moving,” her mom says, and snaps the paper open.
expectation: chapped lips
Scott is waiting for Kira at her locker with a big grin on his face. He waves when he sees her, and when she reaches him, he pulls her into a quick kiss that lingers. He tastes like his spearmint toothpaste and the cherry chapstick he’d started using about a month ago. Apparently, his lips dry out before the weather even turns, but with liberal use of chapstick, they’re still pretty soft and plush.
“Hi,” she says, grinning up at him. She hugs him tightly and rests her head on his shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”
expectation: warm clothes
Stiles is dressed for cool weather, but he's the only one. To be fair, Kira can't remember actually ever seeing his bare arms before. He even wore jackets in the summer, as far as she could tell.
Scott is wearing a tank top.
It's not that Kira minds the view--not at all. It's just that the most she can wear these days is a light sweater. And she knows she looks adorable, it's just that she had a really great coat her "Aunt" Satomi had gifted to her when they were living in New York, and now she never gets to wear it. Which sucks, too, since Satomi might actually see her in the winter this year.
She tries not to let it get to her, and laughs when Malia grabs her sleeves and slips her hands inside. "Sweater paws," Malia says triumphantly, and wiggles Kira's hands victoriously.
expectation: traditions
Her parents always make it a point to go to Rockefeller Plaza for the lighting of the tree. There's honestly something magical about watching fairy lights cover up the orange and surgical feel of street lamps.
But Rockefeller is a $783 plane ticket away--Kira knows, because she'd checked earlier that morning--and there was no way she and her parents could afford that for the three of them.
Somehow, though, It doesn't feel as bad as she thought to settle into their overlarge couch, stealing handfuls of the popcorn on her Mom's lap, and watching the lighting on TV. She even gets a better view than she would have if she was there.
The magic isn't the same, but her dad plugs their own Christmas tree in before they go to bed, and she can almost feel it.
expectation: love
Scott knocks on her window as Kira's settling in to start some homework. This is the same as New York--teachers never let anyone catch a break, not even when the magic of winter is in the air--as much as it can be in Beacon Hills.
She let's him in. Kissing Scott is always a better alternative to doing homework. "Hi," she says, grinning as he slides through her window. It's sort of a running joke in the family--how long will her mom pretend not to have heard Scott come in? She hopes she gets more than five minutes tonight.
"Hey." He kisses her as soon as he's standing in her room, smiling against her mouth. She can still taste the cherry flavor on his lips. His lips are soft, though. She's grateful. "You seem a bit more cheerful. Tough day?"
She shrugs, and pulls him with her to sit on the bed. "I guess I was just a little..." She trails off, unsure of how to say that she misses New York and wintering in California only makes it worse. She absolutely doesn't want him to think that she's unhappy here, with him. Because it's not that. It's just... New York was her home for so long, and Beacon Hills is so different. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not used to wearing shorts in the winter."
"Ok, Malia is the only one who does that," Scott says. He smiles softly at her and nudges her gently with his shoulder. "Though I'm loving the skirt."
"Shh," she giggles. "Mom will kick you out sooner if you make any overtures."
He laughs softly and wraps an arm around her waist. For a moment they're quiet. Scott's eyes seem to be focused on her Backstreet Boys poster--a holdover from when she was in middle school that she's unlikely to part with--but clearly his thoughts are elsewhere. Even Nick Carter's soulful eyes aren't that interesting. He hums a tune she recognizes vaguely but can't quite place. Maybe some background music from a TV show--she's not sure.
It's nice to be quiet with Scott--to really slow down and listen to the sound of their breathing, to feel the lazy currents of air from her ceiling fan. She licks her lips and tastes Scott's chapstick again.
"Your mom is coming," he says, kissing her cheek. "Seven minutes. Must be a new record." He winks at her and heads to the window. This is part of the game, too--can he get out before her mom walks in?
She follows him to the window and kisses him quickly. "I love you."
"Love you, too," he says, and then he's gone.
Her mom opens the door just a few seconds later. "Scott left this for you on the porch," she says, and hands Kira a Starbucks cup.
She takes it and inhales the scent. "He remembered," she murmurs, smiling.
"Gingerbread latte," her mom confirms. She kisses Kira's forehead. "It's not all bad, right?"
She takes a sip of her favorite holiday drink and shakes her head. "Not at all."
Presenting the first week of prompts! Feel free to follow along and create your own works meeting up with these prompts. Tag them with “#kiraandscott christmas” and we’ll reblog them to the blog!
