WARNINGS. obsession, delusions. not sure what else but please tell me if there’s something more.
AUTHOR’S NOTES. this was supposed to come out a LONGGG time ago and didn’t and that’s completely my fault. however I will be dropping this and then a third part shortly after so I hope this makes up for it. Not proof read so probably a bunch of spelling mistakes. here’s part one if you missed it.
SYNOPSIS. Stiles being tied up was one of the most confusing things you’ve ever seen but how in the world did the two of you even get in a situation like this?
A Kitsune, a Japanese spirit born to be vengeful, in search of its true love. Most kitsune spirits are nestled into the hearts of those who lost loved ones, husbands missing wives, friends missing their other halves, even mothers parting from their children. Love in its purest form was the most dangerous weapon, even without supernatural spirits to enhance one's abilities. Just a few days ago that very same spirit had found its way into the body of your boyfriend, latching onto his soul and possessing him. Kitsunes were often driven by chaos, they have no motive, doing things for the love of the game but this Kitsune.. This one was doing it to find the one thing that had been taken from him, his wife.
Void was tied up, sat upon the couch but his eyes never left you. A kitsune could see the soul of a person, the very thing that claimed their humanity or their magic and Void he could see the same aura that his wife once had. Every person had a different aura, it was unique to who they were as a person however the only similarity would be the fact that they were human which could be shown, people with magic were the same however they differed depending on the type of magic. Kitsunes could see one another, the outline of them shown only to the eyes of the Kitsune. He lacked surprise upon seeing the exact aura of his wife within your soul, he knew she was here somewhere, if he was freed then she had to have been lurking but how could he have known that you would be so close and right in front of him the whole time.
A Few Days Earlier
Scott was awoken to the sound of Stiles calling him, his voice was low and shaky, begging for Scott to find him with minimal clues and the promise of not involving his father. Issac was the closest person to him so he called him first, literally he just shouted across the hall the next option was Stiles’s girlfriend. The two of you were still kind of fresh but you’d been attached at the hip since it happened and basically knew each other like the back of the other's hand so it made the most sense to call you next. Plus, Stiles recently brought up how much harder it was to sneak out at night because you’d started sleeping over at your house. You and your mother didn’t have the best relationship in the world which led to you sleeping anywhere but home, not like she would actually care to notice that you were gone. However whenever Scott called your phone, you didn’t answer, it went straight to voicemail , he called a few more times before abandoning it completely and just calling Allison who also didn’t answer. This got him suspicious which left the only option but to go to Stiles’s house to try and find out what happened.
His father was working the night shift, same thing with his own mother so there wasn’t going to be any problems with adults. It was a short drive, maybe because they were pushing the speed limit a bit when they arrived at Stiles’s house, inside were Lydia and Aiden, along with your sleeping form slumped up against Stiles’ bed. They’d already tried shaking you awake, even pushing you over but you didn’t even flinch, just kept on sleeping. It was almost uncanny, until you woke, jolted awake. Scott, being the closest person to you was who you grabbed onto, the one you begged, the one you pleaded with. “Scott.. Scott. I’m so cold, it’s so cold down here.” Your other hand clutched your leg as if it were in immense pain, so bad that you couldn’t move it, just had to sit there and suffer. Just a few minutes earlier Stiles had also complained of a hurt leg. “What do you mean down here? We’re in Stiles’ room? It’s not even cold here.”Lydia, Aiden and Issac all looked between one another, clearly not understanding what was going on. “No, it’s so cold, I think I’m in a basement.. And my leg, my leg, it's bleeding. It hurts so much.” You were so groggy and trying your best to convey your pain and chill, your body was even shivering. “We’re going to take you to the hospital, I think my mom can help. Plus we need to check there anyway.” Scott lifted you with ease, wrapping your body with Stiles’ comforter. You were in and out the entire ride to the hospital, your vision blurring from the back seat of the car to what looked almost like an industrial building, or at least the basement.
There was an odd creature in the corner, wrapped up completely and what looked to be carving something on the wall. “Who are you?” Your voice was quiet, almost timid but the person in the corner didn’t answer you, they just kept carving. You faded back towards the car before you could ask anymore questions, by the time you’d actually returned to reality you were at the hospital with Stiles pushing a light in your face. Technically she was checking your pupils but that was besides the point, you felt it and saw it, enough to jolt you however you were just in that state of limbo again. Not actually awake but your eyes were open. It was seconds before the screaming started, grasping onto your leg like bloody murder. “My leg, it’s bleeding, it hurts so bad. I don’t remember what happened to it.” The teens shrugged, looking more concerned at Melissa because they didn’t really have an answer as to what was happening but Melissa being the woman she was, saw the positive in the situation.
“She’s complaining about the same thing Stiles is, correct?” The others nodded. “Maybe, she is actually seeing what Stiles is, which is why her descriptions are so accurate.” Scott didn’t know how his own mother had come to the conclusion, it definitely sounded supernatural but even he wasn’t sure how this is what was going on. After a small conversation Melissa came back to your side, hand pressing lightly on your head to push the sweat out of the way. “Sweetheart, can you tell us where you are? Are there any descriptive features?” You were still shaking as if the multiple blankets and sweating meant nothing to you. “Cold. My leg is bleeding. It’s a basement, some big basement.” You went quiet for a moment, staring at the corner of the hospital room, although the others followed your eyes they couldn’t see what you did. "What's wrong? What did you see?” Your eyes cut through Melissa like a dart, hands gripping onto her arm like you wanted to rip it off. “There’s someone in here with me.”
So.. who’s excited for Void stiles pt2 I’m dropping next month? 😋 I figured you guys have waited long enough and I’ve momentarily been illness free long enough to write something so I’ll put it out sometime within the next week. I’m gonna try fics on a better time frame now and maybe even start like having beta readers? Or collabs with other writers, if you have anyone in mind I’d love some ideas. 💗
Can you do a part two of the void stiles one-shot you did? If not, totally okay!! 🤗 If you don't want to and would like to do something else, perhaps do something cute with Stiles, anything just no smut. 😁 please and thank you!! 😌
The Void Stiles one-shot actually got a whole lot more traction than I anticipated so I will definitely be doing a part two. I might make it into a series if time allows me too, I have a lot more stuff coming out as well soon.
