Glowing Night-Eyes
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Summary:
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.
