enough for you - void stiles
summary: void has sworn to leave his malicious habits behind for you, but when his darkness got the best of him, he’s starting to doubt whether he’s enough for you
word count: 2.8k
warnings: minor descriptions of blood, violence and injury and also a whole lot of angst
a/n: not too proud of this but it’s my first void fic for @writingsbychlo’s void month! (a day late but better late than never right?) hope yall enjoy it 🤍 oh and as always please mind the grammatical errors
With bloodied hands, he gazes at the lifeless bodies scattered on the floor, a pool of blood starting to form under his feet. Still in a hazy trance, he inhales a sharp gasp, feeling the air fill his lungs as he regains his consciousness, pictures flashing his mind.
Moments ago, his wrists were tied firmly to the arms of a metal chair as he tried to break free, feeling the straining sting each time he pushed. Three hunters, probably Monroe’s men, brought him to an abandoned room located somewhere in the Beacon Hills tunnels earlier, having the orders to beat some information out of him since Monroe was pretty skeptical about the deal with Scott.
Yes, Void was no friend to Scott, not after the whole debacle a few years back. But you were. And somehow, the hunters knew just how important you are to him.
“The mighty, fearful nogitsune, look at him now, tied down to a chair like a poor dog,” one of the men tutted as he hovered around the room while the others stood around.
A punch was thrown to his cheeks, a red mark starting to appear from the harsh contact.
“Let’s make this easy, you tell me what Scott’s pack is up to, and maybe I’ll let you go alive.”
Glaring at the man in front of him, Void stayed quiet. His lack of response earned another round of fits on his throbbing face that was already starting to bruise.
“Where are they?” He pulled Void’s hair back, revealing his badly injured face to him, a smirk plastered on Void’s face.
“Is this all you got?” he snickered, spitting some blood out of his ripped lips.
Frustrated, he told the two men behind him to prep a machine as he clasps wires onto Void’s torso. He then turned away to grab a bucket of water, dumping it all over Void, drenching his clothes and body.
“You ask for it.” After grabbing a controller from one of his fellow hunters, he pressed the button as a sudden electric current jolted through Void’s body.
“Now tell me, what are they up to?” he asked which was followed by Void’s maniacal laugh.
“Suck my dick.” Amping up the voltage, he pressed the button again, Void groaning painfully.
The ‘interview’ went on for a while as Void tried to hold his rage back, the darkness seeping through. Oh, how much he wanted to let chaos loose again. He could easily let the power consume him once more, the electricity barely wounding him. But he held those urges back and let them torture him only for one reason- no, one person, you.
You’re his anchor, his tether to the light. You bring out the best in him, making a lover out of the once heartless sociopath.
But his effort was to no avail once those sickly bastards brought up your name.
“God, look at you! All beaten up. Is it just me or are you getting weaker? People talked highly of you, it’s kind of disappointing.” He then inched closer to him, both of them face to face with each other. “Oh, or maybe it’s that little human bitch that you’re hooking up with. I wonder how loud she’ll scream tonight when we shoot her little pack to death.”
“What?” Void spat, the man starting to process the information he just unintentionally gave out.
“You planned a fucking massacre?!” Void snapped as he furiously jerked his body in order to free himself. Panicked, the man backed off and pressed the button, electrocuting Void once again.
“I’m going to kill all of you!” Void yelled as he relentlessly tried to break free.
As more profanities and threats left Void’s lips, the man grew anxious, turning up the voltage to debilitate him as much as possible. But what he didn’t know was that the rope binding Void to the chair was slowly burning.
With one last yank, the ropes snapped off as Void immediately got on his feet. The man who was previously taunting Void backed away as the other two men with guns shielded him.
Before they could shoot, Void advanced to one of them, knocked his head, and grab ahold of his gun. He then shot his colleague with the gun before turning to him, firing another load to make sure he’s dead.
Two men down, one more to go.
The unarmed man took out a pocket knife, aimlessly swinging it in the air, trying to defend himself. Waiting for the right timing, Void held his hand out, forcefully grabbing the man’s arm. Squeezing it tightly, he twisted the man’s arm until the knife clangs onto the floor.
Claiming the abandoned knife, Void wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, shoving him to the wall.
“You think you can kill the nogitsune?” With gritted teeth, he stabbed the man in the stomach, a red patch slowly spreads on his shirt, and twist the blade around, an agonizing wail left the man’s lips.
“Bad idea,” he growled as he pulled the knife out and let it slip out of his grip, the man plopping down to the cold concrete, slowly passing out.
And here he is now, standing frozen in front of the aftermath. As the adrenaline starts to fade out, a tangle of unresolved emotions floods him.
Surprisingly, the emotion he’s able to first figure out is guilt. He has vowed not to kill again, not to let his devious self take over again, and he broke that vow, one that he made just for you.
Oh God, Y/N. He recalls what the man previously said before he was slaughtered in cold-blooded. Without thinking twice, Void rushes over to Scott’s house where Y/N said she would meet the pack after they have executed their plan to distract the hunters.
Bursting the door open, Void is met with your shocked face, the pack also having similar looks on their face. You are unsure whether you are more surprised by his unexpected arrival or by the blood splatters all over his body.
“Void, what are you-“
“You all need to leave, now! They’re going to attack,” Void demands frantically.
“What do you mean-“
“Everybody get down!” Lydia screams.
Before anyone can process anything, red lasers are pointed into the house, sounds of gunshots filling the air as everyone immediately duck down.
Instinctively, Void hovers over you, covering you from the flying bullets and the shattering glasses. He embraces you so tightly in his arms, protecting you from the danger that is currently occurring.
As the shots subside, his wrapped arms loosen around you. But instead of being met with your terrified but completely safe figure, he is met with more blood on his hands as your eyes flutter shut, slipping out of your consciousness.
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With trembling arms and bouncy feet, Void sits in the waiting room of the hospital along with Scott and Malia. He is on edge, probably close to losing his sanity. The thought of losing the only person he has ever loved is killing him.
“Y/N and Mason are out of surgery. Thankfully the bullets missed all the vital organs so they will be okay. Melissa, Lydia, and Argent are still inside. It might take a bit longer since their wounds are more severe,” Sheriff Stilinski explains as Void immediately searches for your room.
Swinging the door open, he sees you laying on the bed in the tedious white hospital gown, tucked in a warm quilt perfectly like you’re simply asleep. Moving closer, the sound of beeping machines and your soft wheezes slowly grow more audible. Dragging a chair to the side of your bed, he gently sits down, not making any noises that could wake you up.
He places his palms on top of yours as he scans through the details of your peacefully sleeping face. The moles scattered along your face, the little bumps on your skin, the few acne scars on your cheeks, he finds those flaws you usually pointed out to him to be beautiful. He has always thought that you are perfect, even since the day he fell in love with you.
“Are we seriously trusting him?” Stiles grunted unbelievably as he pointed over to his doppelgänger.
“We need all the help we can get, Stiles.” Scott tried to convince his best friend as the rest of the pack stood quietly, not wanting to take sides.
“Am I the only sane person here? He killed Allison, Scott! How are we going to trust him?”
Void raised his hands halfway, in a classroom manner. “Technically, the oni killed her-“
“Shut up, Void. The OG Stiles is talking,” Stiles snarked which earned a few muffled giggles from several members of the pack, yourself included.
“I don’t trust him too, Stiles. But the beast is out there and we have to catch him.” Scott gave Stiles one of his pitiful puppy eyes as Stiles rolled his eyes and grumbled in defeat.
“Fine. But watch it, Void,” Stiles turned to him, getting closer. “Cause I’ll be keeping an eye on you.” He stuck up two of his fingers and pointed them from his eyes to Void’s, basically implying that he will be skeptically observing him, before walking past Void, bumping his shoulders on the way.
As the tension cools down, the pack was back to discussing a way to get through to Mason. Over the slightly messy animal clinic, due to the previous dread doctors encounter, Void was sat on the corner, not wanting to be too involved in the discussion, knowing he would only cause more dispute.
“Here.” You approached him and hand him a bag of chocolate chip cookies that you didn’t get to eat earlier. “Eat up, you look like you’re dying.”
“Yeah well, that’s what you get for going on a strife and pain fast for a long time,” Void scoffed as he accepted your act of kindness, mumbling a small ‘thank you'.
“Well, I’m glad you no longer went down that road.” You awkwardly straightened the wrinkled materials of your jeans and slumped beside Void.
“Why are you talking to me? I mean I killed your friend, shouldn’t you be mad at me like Stiles?” The tone of his voice was sincere, no judgment or skepticism, just genuinely clueless.
“What you did was inexcusable but I believe everyone deserves a second chance, even you.” You turned to look at his whiskey eyes, identical to your best friend’s but with a hint of darkness and sorrow.
“And I suppose Allison would have wanted me to not live with so much hatred in my heart. She would’ve wanted me to forgive you.” You shrugged as you snitched the untouched bag of cookies from his hands and open the packaging, trying to shift the mood.
“On second thought, I’ll have one.” You grabbed one cookie in your hand and took a big bite.
“Now, you can have the rest,” you mumbled while still chewing the cookies as you gave him back the now opened bag of cookies.
He watched you slowly finish your cookie, not really eating one himself. He was too occupied with your beauty, even though crumbs were all over your face from all of the munchings. But most importantly, he was in awe of your kind heart. Never in his thousand years of life had Void felt this much warmth. And never did he expect the cause of it to be you, an ordinary girl who simply choose to see the goodness in this wicked and vile world.
From that moment forward, Void made a vow to himself. He promised to leave his malicious habits behind and be a better person, for you.
But that promise was broken. He did this to you.
Even after killing all those men, he still wasn’t quick enough to save you.
Maybe it’s karma. Maybe, the universe is trying to punish him for not living up to his words, and you’re the one paying for his sins.
He is no good for you. You’re like an angel, and he is the devil, corrupting you. Whenever he is around, chaos and pain will always follow and he doesn’t want you to be caught in the crossfires of his wars, not anymore.
His fingers are now intertwined with yours as warm tears slowly flow down his cheeks.
Bringing your entwined hand up to his face, he pressed his lips on the back of your palm and rest it back on the bed.
Tucking stray hairs away from your face, he then leans in to place another chaste kiss on your forehead before standing up.
“I’m going to make them pay,” he mutters sternly before heading out of your room.
Just as he reached the door handle, he glances at you one last time, his lips purse up to a melancholic smile.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers as he finally goes through the door.
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Hearing pumps and buzzes, you slowly get a hold of your senses, starting to wake up. Inhaling sharply, a pungent smell of chemicals immediately clouds your sense of smell as an excruciating sting strikes your left shoulder.
Mind still blurry, you try to recollect the incident earlier. Instantly, you flutter your eyes open, squinting at the sudden bright light entering your pupils. You carefully sit up, not to initiate further pain from the bullet wound, and try to take in your surroundings.
It is empty.
You’re about to ignore the throbbing ache, get on your feet, and search for the others, but was stopped by the sight of a bag of chocolate chip cookies wrapped with a tiny sky blue ribbon and a neatly folded letter on top of your bedside table.
Beaming to yourself, you grab your favorite treats first, tearing the wrappers before shoving one up your mouth, feeling overly hungry from the long surgery.
Placing the rest back on the bedside table and dusting some crumbs off your hands, you switch to the piece of paper with your name on it, written by handwriting you’re too familiar with. You gently lift the top fold, revealing the written message inside the page left by your boyfriend.
Dear Y/N,
I hope this letter would reach you once you wake up and that Malia didn’t throw it away just to tick me off, but you’re probably wondering why I’m not there in the hospital with you by now.
Well, I did something, Y/N. Something I promised not to do. I let the darkness take over me and I don’t think I can hold it back anymore.
I’m a monster, Y/N. No matter how much I try, that’s just who I am, dangerous and poisonous, and I don’t want you to get hurt more because of me.
So now, I’ll be away, trying to catch the son of a bitch who did this to you, and knowing you, you will continue to fight with your friends. But after we’re done, please don’t come find me.
Being with you has been the best decision I’ve ever made in my life and I was incredibly lucky to be able to know you and be loved by you, but I’m never going to be enough for you, Y/N.
You’re the most selfless, loving, and beautiful person I’ve ever met. Even when the whole world has given up on me, you have always believed in me. And because of that, you deserve someone better, someone who can keep you safe and happy, someone I can’t be.
And I’m so sorry that you won’t get a proper goodbye because I’m afraid that if I wait until you wake up, I might not have the strength to let you go.
So please, take care, love. Always be the ray of sunshine I know you are. Keep on touching people’s hearts, just like you touched mine.
Goodbye, darling.
Remember, I’ll always love you, forever.
Love, your devious boyfriend, Void.
A quiet sob leaves your lips, cheeks damp from the warm tears that unknowingly started to pour out midway through the letter.
If the sting you felt earlier from your wound was painful, well this one is surely a zillion times worse, your whole body aching and the worse part is that there’s nothing you can do to ease it.
It is as if all the air inside your lungs are sucked out from you, unable to breathe, occasionally gasping and choking on your own tears.
Crumpling the letter, you clutch your chest where the pain is almost unbearable. You curl up and let yourself weep and drown in misery for a while, not being able to cease the crying anyways.
As you slowly grow tired, eyes puffy and nose red, you lean back on the headboard.
The agony never stopped, but you no longer have the energy to cry anymore, all the life left in your body drained out.
What’s left in you is just a numb and empty feeling, your heart no longer whole, a part of it left along with him.
You stare soullessly into the void monotonous room, the only thing you can think about is how you’re going to continue to live without the love of your life.
Amongst the negative thoughts, a flickering hope fights to emerge within you, that maybe you can convince him to stay.
Wiping the drying tears away, you finally made up your mind. You are a fighter, you do not give up. So from now on, you’re hell-bent to make him come back to you, to make him believe that he is indeed enough for you.
