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derek, kidnapped by hunters: you guys are so fucked
hunters: oh wolfy, this is a trap for your little betas. your wolves can’t save you
derek: i wasn’t talking about them :)
stiles, slamming the door open, covered in blood and furious: who the FUCK took my boyfriend
hunter: it’s one human, what’s he- *chokes and falls to the ground*
stiles, fully darth-vadering it: oh no, do go on :)
#teen wolf#derek hale#stiles stilinski#spark stiles#magic stiles#sterek#let stiles be morally grey#stiles should be allowed to use his magic violently#as a treat#bamf stiles#LET HIM KILL#i mean what#who said that#not me#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#derek hale x stiles stilinski#they have the same manic energy#it’s why they’re a power couple
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Home Is Where the Spark Is - one-shot series (master post)
by Just Jim & Useless-girl
Back in the day JustJim and I had decided that we’re going to start a side collection of one-shots and drabbles related to our “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. (After all, we needed a place where the extra smut, cuteness or emotions could go, which we couldn’t cram into our main story parts!)
Most of these can be read as standalones too, but to fully understand what’s going on, we recommend reading the main series first. Enjoy!
To read the one-shots on AO3, click HERE!
(Illustration by Useless-girl)
#derek hale#stiles stilinski#alpha derek hale#just jim#magic stiles#spark stiles#teen wolf#home is where the spark is#sterek#useless-girl#fanfiction#wallpaper#fanfiction illustration
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Spark Stiles that I doodled while watching TV tonight.
#myart#my art#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#spark stiles#magic stiles#teen wolf fanart#I haven’t played in this style in years#it was fun#and hella relaxing#omg I forgot how much I love it
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Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.
#derek hale#sterek#stiles stilinski#fanfic#teen wolf#ao3#multichapter#fake dating#fated mates#alpha!derek#alpha derek hale#magic!stiles#magic stiles#kid fic
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STEREK FIC REC: Red Witch by rootbeer
The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning.
Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.
Sterek - Complete - Magic Stiles/Captive Derek AU - Words: 34,217 - Rating: Teen
THOUGHTS: This fic captivated me from start to finish. Stiles is an undercover BAMF. I loved the world that was created here. The angst and hurt/comfort here was the perfect amount. Protective Stiles pushed all the right buttons for me. I LOVED his and Derek’s interactions in this fic. It’s heavily Derek and Stiles throughout and perfect!
MORE OF MY FAVORITES HERE
#sterek fanfic#sterek fanfiction#sterek au#sterek#derek hale#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#stiles/derek#stiles stilinski#magic stiles#magic!stiles#sterek fandom#sterek favorites#Stiles is magic
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Pale Skin, Fragile Bones… and Magic? By IgnorantofTime
Mature | 20k + words | Chapters 1/1
It was unusual, Stiles thought, for a stray wolf to attack without hesitation, especially when one of the opponents is an alpha. Omegas would normally run from the fight or submit to the alpha and win their trust in order to join its pack. What makes this
one different and why did it attack?
A roar echoed through the trees, Scott and Isaac whip their heads round towards the sound. Stiles simply smiled with relief; the omega was already outnumbered but with Derek Hale now joining the fight, it had no chance.
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Or the one where warlocks attack Beacon Hills, Stiles discovers his own abilities and the usual nonsense of the pack unfolds.
#sterek fanfic#sterek#stiles stilinski#derek hale#stiles x derek#magic stiles#allison and scott#scott mccall#allison argent#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#archive of our own
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It Takes Time (I'm Here Now) by kianspo
Stiles has been crushing on Derek since he was 11 years old. Everyone knows about it. Derek used to tease him about his crush, though not in a mean way. Stiles is someone who has always just been there, and Derek likes being around him, more and more as time goes by. He doesn't understand why until Stiles comes back from college. Has Derek taken too long to figure it out? Now that Stiles has a career and a steady boyfriend, is it too late for Derek to tell him how he feels? Derek might have left him alone, if he didn't hate Stiles's boyfriend quite so much...
Words: 59,348
the sweetest most painful 'what are you doing??' slow burn in the history of slow burns EVER
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Why do you love magic Stiles?
I wish they did more with the neamaton.
I just think it has so much potential to be cool! And I love him as a character and feel like it would've made him 10x more badass which would've been really fun. I feel like it adds depth to him as well, and can even change interpretations of some things that happened in canon. TLDR; I just think he's neat!
They definitely could/should have done more with the nematon.
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Imagine stiles being a spark and having actual magic and he’s also a magician but he only performs “bad magic” and it’s hilarious. Like he doesn’t use any of his powers. Like here and there he might perform something amazing with his powers but then he makes it seem to the audience that it failed. Like he tries to make himself disappear so he throws a smoke bomb and instead of actually disappear he stays coughing on the stage and when the smoke almost clears he runs away as the audience watches. But then in a second he’s in the audience clapping at the show.
So it’s basically like this
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Never let them know your next move
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Home Is Where the Spark Is
31: My Pack, My Family, My Home
by Just Jim and Useless-girl
Note: This is the 31st part of the “Home Is Where the Spark Is” series. To understand better what’s going on, we recommend reading the previous entries. Enjoy!
Note 2: If you like our series and want more aside from the main storyline, make sure to read our one-shots connected to this universe HERE! (After all, we needed a place where the extra smut, cuteness or emotions could go, which we couldn’t cram into our main story parts!) You’re welcome! :D
Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek
Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Jake Hale (OC)/Jasmine Doyle (OC), Peter Hale/Fiona Lynch (OC), Sheriff Stilinski, original Hale children, Jordan Parrish, Alan Deaton, Dr. Geyer, Melissa McCall, original male characters, original fae characters
Rating/category: supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Darach Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, BAMF Stiles, tattooed Stiles, pierced Stiles, switch Stiles, Alpha Derek, switch Derek, epic romance, love, magic, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, emotions, wit, sarcasm, mpreg, pack bonding, domestic life, established relationship, family time, labour, childbirth, twins, smut, gay sex, lingerie
Summary: It’s finally time for the twins to arrive, but of course – like always when it comes to the mates – it’s kinda unconventional how it goes down…
Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures or edits and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.
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Illustration by Useless-girl
To read the story on AO3, please, click HERE!
#derek hale#stiles stilinski#alpha derek hale#just jim#magic stiles#spark stiles#teen wolf#home is where the spark is#sterek#useless-girl#fanfiction#wallpaper#fanfiction illustration
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Derek Hale's Father, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Jordan Parrish
Additional Tags: Everyone Is Alive, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives, Talia Hale & Claudia Stilinski Friendship, Claudia Stilinski Lives, Curse Breaking, Feral Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Werewolf Mates, Magical Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
Senator Talia Hale is going to be the first werewolf president. She is also his mother’s best friend, who’s in desperate need of a friendly mage to help her break the curse on her children. Stiles likes a challenge - and the free vacation in DC for his parents.
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"MISSING: A grumpy werewolf. Tall, dark, and gorgeous. Flashy blue eyes. Responds to the name Sourwolf."
Four years ago Stiles cast a spell that was supposed to emulate a pack bond between him and the shifters in his pack. Derek was not amused.
Now, with Derek gone missing in unknown circumstances, is it justifiable to use that forbidden magic once again? And is it only a question of ethics?
#derek hale#sterek#stiles stilinski#fanfic#teen wolf#ao3#spark!stiles#magic stiles#feral!derek#wolf!derek
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Steospooktober - Mirrors
He should I have known. How could he have been so stupid as to trust a witch? He accepted the cursed mirror and he even hung it in his bedroom.
He couldn’t react fast enough. When he saw his own reflection smiling devilishly at him, it was too late. He was pulled inside by the mirror version copy of him. Now he is trapped, and some kind of creature is pretending to be him and going directly to were his pack is. Undoubtedly with the intention of hurting them.
Stiles needs to get out of there immediately.
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“You’re late” Lydia says opening the door of his house and letting Stiles in.
“Sorry. I had a last minute mishap. The house is looking great” Stiles comments as he glared around the room, which is perfectly decorated for Halloween.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Lydia offers her cheek and Stiles gives it a little kiss before entering to the living room.
“Hey Stiles!” Liam greets him with a big smile.
Stiles returns the smile and searches around the room. He has a mission. A target. And He finds him. The Alpha. He smirks dangerously and moves to greet Scott. Once he eliminates him, he can finally be free.
“Stiles” A voice calls stopping him.
“Theo” Stiles answers facing the Chimera.
“We haven’t had to change to—” As Theo comes closer, he notices something strange. Stiles’ scent is not quite right.
“What?” Stiles asks, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Theo moves closer. He stands right in front of Stiles and meets his eyes.
“What are you doing? Move away! Don’t be creepy, Theo” Stiles clicks his tongue. He turns around, showing his back to the Chimera when suddenly, he is grabbed hardly and shoved violently to the wall.
Stiles hisses in pain. “What the hell..”
“Theo! Theo what are you doing?” Scott asks in an urgent voice.
“Dude, have you lost it?”
“You can’t do that!”
“Theo, let Stiles go” Scott orders, his eyes glowing red.
Theo answers tightening his hold on Stiles’ neck. “This is not Stiles”
The rooms turns heavy. The rest of the members of the pack engage surprised and alarmed looks.
“What are you talking about!? Have you lost it? Scott.. Scott do something” Stiles stares at the Alpha.
“Theo… what are you talking about!”
“Look on his eyes! His scent” Theo argues.
Stiles struggles to get off the Chimera’s hold. Scott moves closer. “You’re right…” He says after sniffing Stiles. “The scent it’s different… how do you…”
“Stiles has a very peculiar scent… that’s not important! What matter now it’s…” Theo’s claws stick into Stiles’ skin. “Where’s the real one… if you have hurt him…”
Stiles expression morphs into a dangerous and evil one. “Oh? What would you do to me?”
The werecreatures of the room responde by glowing their eyes and showing their teeth.
“Who are you and what do you want” Scott questions.
“Let’s just kill him” Malia growls.
“You won’t get Stiles if you kill me” Fake Stiles smirks maliciously.
“We don’t know if they are connected. We can’t risk it” Mason reasons.
“It’s different from the Nogitsune…” Lydia says. “But it’s a perfect clone… almost like a reflection…”
Theo’s eyes widen. “Didn’t Stiles get a mirror from that Witch…”
Fake Stiles’s heart skips a beat, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the Chimera and the True Alpha.
“I think we have a winner” Theo smirks.
Grabbing the faux Stiles, they move to the Stilinski’s household. When they enter the room they see the mirror hung in the wall.
“Stiles, Stiles, Can you hear me!” Lydia calls looking in the mirror. The Banshee can feel his friend’s presence on the other side of the glass, but she can’t see him.
On the other hand, Stiles is able to see his Pack in the room. He keeps banging the glass but they can’t hear him. “Break it! Break the glass!”
Break it! Break the glass!
The voice reaches Theo’s ears like a faint whisper. But he can recognize the it. “Break the glass”
The Pack turns to look at the Chimera.
“What?”
“We don’t know if we can do that. What if we trap Stiles inside forever” Lydia argues.
“But Stiles is telling us to break it” Theo insists.
“Stiles? Which Stiles?” Liam questions confused.
“You didn’t heard him?” Theo asks surprised.
“What are you talking about!” Malia protests.
“Right now. I could hear Stiles’ voice, he wants us to break the glass” Theo explains.
“Is it true? Will it free our friend?” Scott asks the fake Stiles.
“It could. Or, as the Banshee said, it could trap him in there forever. Then, I could permanently take this form.” Stiles smirks mischievously.
“We can’t risk it” Malia claims.
“We can go to the library, find some information about this, maybe we can discover how to help Stiles” Mason suggests.
“But Stiles…” Theo glares at Scott.
“Theo, I didn’t hear anything. Maybe you’re imagining his voice” Scott tells the Chimera.
No. Break it. Break it! I-I think that if you wait too long… i might not be able to go back!
This time Theo hears the voice more clearly. And more desperate. He knows that he is not imagining it.
Theo shoves the fake Stiles towards Liam, and quickly lives to be mirror, lifting his hand to smash it into pieces.
“Theo no!” “Wait!” “STOP!”
The Chimera’s hand hit the mirror and the glass breaks falling into the floor. Some of the pieces covered in Theo’s blood.
The Pack stays in silent, watching the broken mirror, waiting for Stiles to appear. But, after a few seconds nothing happens.
“This his all your fault!” Malia’s eyes glow in pure fury, she roars loudly, preparing to attack.
“Malia stop!” The door of Stiles’ room opens abruptly, showing Stiles in the other side. “Theo freed me. He did as I asked him to”
“Stiles!” “Oh thank god!” “Where did you come from?”
“My father’s mirror. I don’t know why I came out of that one.” Stiles explains.
“The mirror world is connected. Every mirror can be enchanted” Lydia murmurs.
“Then we can trap this things again, right? We just need another mirror” Liam says.
“Yes I think so.” Lydia nods. “This is a good chance to see if your magic has advanced Stiles” Lydia smirks challenging.
“Hey! I managed to contact to this world from inside the mirror! I would say that a proof of power right there” Stiles scoff as laugh.
“But only Theo was able to hear you. Not even me. How curious that is” Lydia tilts her head teasingly.
“It proves that Chimera’s ears are better that ordinary werewolves ones” Theo huffs.
“Even if you trap me back, you won’t be able to stop her” Faux Stiles glares changeling at the original one.
“It’s Halloween night. Her powers will be stronger than any other day. Even if I didn’t manage to obtain the Alpha spark, you’re no match against her” Mirror Stiles explains. “Your magic powers can’t compete to hers” He says looking at Stiles.
“But he is not alone” Scott responds.
“We need to find a way to get this thing back into the mirror. And prepare to fight a powerful witch. Why did I expect our Halloween night to be a peaceful one?” Mason huffs.
“Yeah, we should learn that that’s never going to happen to us” Liam pats his friend’s back.
“Let’s call Deaton and Argent. To see what they know about this” Lydia glares at Scott.
“All right” Scott nods. “Let’s stay together, so they can make any more mirror copies of us” The Alpha says.
The Pack moves downstairs with their captured mirror creature. But, before Theo exists the room and hand grabs him by the wrist.
“Thank you Theo” Stiles says meeting eyes with the Chimera.
“No problem. Try not to trust gift from supernatural creatures in the future.” Theo smirks teasingly.
Stiles chuckles. “Yeah, it just that… I was very eager to learn about the new powers..” Stiles moved his free hand to create some sparks on it. “I let myself be fooled”
“It could happens to us all”
“You’re an expert in that, right? You did manipulate us before”
Theo smirks. “I didn’t manage to fool you, though. I guess the witch has proven to be better than me”
Stiles huffs a laugh. He notices that he is still grabbing Theo’s wrist. The Chimera’ skin is want to the touch. But he wonders why Theo hasn’t let go.
“Are you nervous?” Raeken asks.
“About?”
“She took an interest in you Stiles. She trapped you in there. She wants you out of the picture for some reason. As well as Scott’s spark” Theo reasons.
“Now I have actual powers, even if I didn’t know how to use them or they are not as powerful as hers. It feels good to be able to fight too” Stiles confesses.
“Hold that thought. And well, you have the Pack. They won’t let anything happen to you” Theo argues.
“Yeah, I guess. Although, you were the only one who managed to hear my voice tonight” Stiles locked eyes with the Chimera.
Theo grinned widely. “Well, at least you know that I will come to support you if you call again”
Theo’s kind eyes make Stiles feel a great source of power from inside. Instinctively, he tugs the Chimera’s wrist and pulls him towards him. Stiles pushes their lips together in a open mouthed kiss.
Stiles feels powerful. “Yeah, don’t leave my side”. Theo smirks seductively.
They have a witch to get rid of.
#steo#stiles stilinski#theo raeken#teen wolf#steospooktober vol.4#magic stiles#scott mccall#lydia martin#malia tate#liam dunbar#mirror au#stiles x theo#the mccall pack#teen wolf au#steo au#steo fic
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Stackson Bingo Fic Chapter 3
Title: Once and future jackass: chapter 3
Pairing: Stackson
Warnings/tags: No warnings, Merlin fusion, Lawyer Jackson, Alternate Universe, Playboy Jackson, Magical Stiles, Reincarnation, Getting Together, Love Square, Other tags to be added
Summery: Stiles casts a spell with unforeseen results.
Link to chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47399362/chapters/120281677
Link to beginning of fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47399362/chapters/119439643#workskin
@steter-stackson-bingo card number 105, square: Red String of Fate
#red string au#steter-stackson-bingo#stackson#stiles stilinski#Jackson Whittemore#magic stiles#merthur fusion#teen wolf#fan fic
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Fic Name (and link): A Fox is a Wolf who sends Flowers
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, The Nogitsune
Pairings: N/A
Trigger Warnings: Standard Season 3b TWs
Important Tags: Spark/Magic Stiles Stilinski, Slow Updates, Season Rewrite
Summary:
"Do not meddle more, Mieczysław. We will wait."
The world tilts, the white fading into grey to black. His bed seems to reach up and yank him downwards until suddenly he’s screaming himself awake in the early hours of the morning.
Or,
The Nogitsune is not what it seems, and also sassy
Official Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/wilt3d_r0zes/a-fox-is-a-wolf-who-brings-flowers/
Official Acronym: FWSF
Official Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6mqurPYscPgQacj4VpKfeH
The key he found on his keyring fits into the chemistry door. It isn’t that he didn’t expect it, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hopeful. Hopeful that maybe it’s just a coincidence, that maybe he got paint on his fingers and they got on the key sometime at the rave, or maybe someone tried to steal it with paint or chemicals on their fingers, and only managed to grab it but not take it.
But no, the chemistry closet door responds well to the mystery key on his keyring. He stares at the now cracked-open closet door. Surely not. There’s no way, maybe someone put it on his keyring somehow, somewhere, somewhen without him realizing, to frame him for it.
Right?
(He’s losing his mind again.)
He turns back to the blackboard, to the riddle still written in chalk for their teacher to wipe away the next morning. Stares at it in hopeful, frail denial and listens to his sneakers squeak on the tiled floors.
(He thought it was over.)
Picking up the chalk reveals just how shaky his hands really are, when it almost falls and shatters on the floor upon being picked up. His fingers don’t want to hold it like he’s telling them to, but he manages to write on the board anyways.
19
53
88
(He thought he was free.)
It’s the same handwriting.
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Transition
He’s waking up in his bed.
He’s waking up in his bed?
Why is he in his bed?
He’s not in his bed.
Well, technically he’s in his bed, but when he looks up and explores the room with his eyes it’s that same weird all-white parking garage-esk room he remembers from the sacrifice they did to find their parents. His bed isn’t the only furniture in the 'room,' however. His desk is in the same spot it would be if he were in his room, except there’s someone sitting in the chair, reading through a book he doesn’t recognize.
The first thing he notices is that their head is wrapped in old, browning bandages with dried blood and dirt soaking through some of the less wrapped areas or the crevices. It fills him with an uncanny feeling of discomfort and fear that grips his heart and shakes it. Still, he looks around again before saying, "Hi?"
His voice cracks enough for him to wince and clear his throat. Logically, he knows this is a dream-- what else could it be? So it doesn't matter if he angers this weird creation of his subconscious. Yet, he's filled with a level of fear that feels disproportionate to Some Dude sitting on the other side of a non-existent room.
"Hello?" he calls again when he gets no response, the being at his desk slowly turning the page of an old book made up from tarnished leather and browning parchment, "Where am I?"
"Where dreams are made and come to die, clear or full will it be," he(? The voice is masculine, so is the build he can make out from around the chair and under the brown bomber jacket) rasps. Man. Stiles hates riddles.
“Uh, okay, that… makes no sense. Who are you?”
“Watagushi, na ke de wa nai.” He responds, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that that wasn't English. Considering the only other language Stiles knows is Polish, and it certainly isn't that either, he decides it's something made up by his brain-- or, maybe it was a language Stiles knows and was just muddled by the bandages, surely those go all around his face?
"Sorry, didn't quite catch that, man," the human responds, sitting up full in his bed from where he'd barely propped himself on one arm.
“Kore wa wa re ran ogu tu na no cha.”
"Still not a language I know."
The man(?) turns another page in the book, and this time it creates a horrible, gut-wrenching ripping sound, that screams into Stiles's ears and drowns out the rest of the world regardless of the lacking sounds of life. When the page is carefully released, Stiles is left with ringing ears, “Not ‘Who are you?’, Mieczysław, ‘Who are we?’”
"What the hell was that?" he squawks, fumbling to get out of the bed. He can't move his legs, though, in what he assumes is dream logic. Somewhere in his brain he thinks it's because he's tangled in the blanket.
"We were getting too close." Mummy Man responds, voice growing no less raspy despite how much he's talking. Stiles almost wishes this is the kinda lucid dream he can control, just so he could summon a glass of water.
"Who's we?"
“We are us. I am we, you are we,” he sounds like he’s thinking, tilting his head to the side and looking up from the book, “We are meddling, we need to stop.”
Stiles stares. What? That makes no sense. Actually, that makes less than no sense, even his not-english-polish gibberish had made more sense than that. Yet, he's filled with fear at the statement. He thinks back to what he was doing just before this dream, the chalkboard, the chemistry closet--
This must be what's causing that. The part of his subconsious or brain or whatever that's doing that, killing people. Even if indirectly. He saying that he is Stiles, and that Stiles is meddling in his plans of murder.
"No!" Stiles yells, struck with a startling amount of indignant anger, "I'm not just gonna sit- sit idly by while you kill people!"
The Mummy Man turns slowly, an unnatural creak, not unlike the sound of a rusty door hinge, following the movement. He reveals his 'face', something obscured by bandages save for what can only pass as being described as a mouth. It's a gaping hole in the bandages, with teeth and tongue and black goop. Blood and black stain the bandages surrounding it, like he'd eaten something alive and not tried to clean himself up after. He doesn't even have any lips.
More fear surges through him, warring with the anger for a place in his actions.
"In due time, Mieczysław."
"You using my name is fucking weird, Mummy Man," Stiles snarls, drawn back into himself and pushed to the far side of the bed like the mere foot of extra distance will save him.
"Do not meddle more, Mieczysław. We will wait."
The world tilts, the white fading into grey to black. His bed seems to reach up and yank him downwards until suddenly he’s screaming himself awake in the early hours of the morning.
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Silver finger
“Scott, hey!” Stiles skids to a stop, only to grab his best friend by the elbow and drag him down the hallway, free hand waving about as he starts talking, “Remember the key I was telling you about yesterday? Well, when we were at that rave I was talking to Caitlin– the girl who's girlfriend died recently– and when I pulled out the bottle opener I’ve got she saw the key and, apparently, it had phosphors on it- which means it glows in blacklight, right?- and then I asked why I would have phosphors on my key and she asked if I’d been handling chemicals and so that got me thinking about the chemistry closet,” he rambles, pushing open the chemistry classroom door and taking in a gasp of air, shaking out that same free hand, “And the fact that someone had to let Barrow in, and once I got here the key worked on the door and–.”
He wilts. The blackboard had been erased.
“It’s gone,” he knows he sounds unreasonably defeated, bumping his palms together anxiously before spinning on his heel from where he’d gotten halfway across the room, “Well, that’s fine, I still have the key and– what the hell?” The key’s gone from his keyring now. It makes him think back to that weird, stupid dream he had last night. Was that real? Did the other in his head really take action in getting him to stop meddling? “I had it. I had it, right here,” he holds his keyring up and shakes it for effect, the sound rattling almost painfully around his skull, “I swear to god, I had it here this morning.”
“The key you were talking about last night?” Scott has that very confused, lost puppy dog look on his face and in normal circumstances Stiles would laugh at how easy it is to compare his werewolf best friend to a puppy, but instead he’s starting to verge on a panic attack so he just keeps talking.
“Yes! Yeah, that, I showed it to you, didn’t I? Please tell me I showed it to you.”
Scott’s head shake makes his chest squeeze painfully, “No, you told me about it but… I never actually saw it.”
“I was here, Scott! And just a few hours ago I unlocked the chemistry closet door and there was Kira’s name in atomic numbers in my handwriting on the blackboard.”
“So… you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide from the police, and then you wrote him a message telling him to kill Kira?” He sounds so beyond disbelieving and it’s not helping Stiles in feeling like any of this was real. He glances down at his hands, wanting to count his fingers in the way he’s started doing too many times for too many days. That’ll just make him look more nuts.
“I know how it sounds, Scott, but– but look at this!” he scrambles to pull the news report he brought with him for extra proof, hands beyond shaky and nearly ripping it on its violent trip out of the bag, “This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this, see what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws, and then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?”
“Coach… It sounds like the joke we played on Coach.”
“That was my idea, remember? That was my idea, that can’t be a coincidence, it can’t be.”
Scott winces, gesturing vaguely for Stiles to quiet down. The human blushes, not even realizing how loud he’d gotten in his growing panic, “I don’t want to tell you that you’re wrong, but I don’t think you’re trying to kill anybody either.”
“It was here,” he runs a hand through his hair and turned back towards the board, “It was all here.”
“Dude… are you feeling okay?”
(He’s losing his mind again, please, please, he thought he was better.)
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just… haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Why don’t you go home?” Stiles turns back around, confused, “Take a sick day?”
“...Yeah, yeah,” he sighs– again, “Yeah, maybe I will.”
(He thought it was over.)
…
“Well, Dr. Gardner’s not back until next week. Do you want to try and wait for one of the other Urgent Care doctors, or…?” Stiles shakes his head, pushing off from the desk and trying to keep from losing himself. He’d come here straight from the school, because he feels like he’s falling apart and some part of him urged to come here, “Stiles? Are you okay?”
His eyes sting with tears and he feels like there’s a dull knife sawing away at whatever is keeping him from going nuts and getting locked up in Eichan House. He brings a hand up to his chest and thumps it against his ribcage, like it’ll slow down his heart rate if he shows it how to work, “I guess, uhm,” thump, thump, thump, “I guess not really?
“Alright,” it’s the way that she says it that makes Stiles want to melt to the floor and cry, while simultaneously making him want to lash out at the way she sounds like she’s handling a feral cat, “Alright, kiddo, come with me.”
He feels like his limbs are going to fall out from under him while they walk through the halls until she stops outside a door, giving him the chance to shake out his hands and rock back on his heels.
She gestures for him to sit on the bed while she grabs a clipboard, “Can you tell me your symptoms?” she glances towards him, then back towards the papers on the clipboard. He’s rocking in place, arms crossed over his empty-feeling chest and flexing his hands to keep from freaking out.
“Blackouts,” he clears his throat and looks away, “But not for that long. Uhm, and sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid. Some really bad anxiety, too.”
“Panic attacks?”
“Yeah, a couple,” he breathes shakily and it feels like he’s electrocuted his heart in the way it races, “I also temporarily lost the ability to read but, uhm, that might’ve had more to do with the whole human sacrifice and- magic tree thing.”
Melissa is looking at him with an amused smile when he glances over at her and the paper she’s still writing on, “I seem to vaguely remember something like that, yes.” she looks back towards her paper when he doesn’t respond or react, “How many hours of sleep are you getting?”
“Eight.”
“A night?”
“In the last three days.”
He sees her turn to him with the kinda face he usually associates with him having done something wrong in his peripherals, but he’s looking down at his hands and counting on his fingers, cataloging all the times he woke up from nightmares and each night he stayed up until the sun rose only to pass out in class.
“Have you been feeling irritable?”
“Yeah, uhm, possibly to the point of homicide.”
“Inability to focus?”
“No, the adderall’s not working.”
“Impulsive behavior?”
“More than my usual? Hard to tell.”
“Vivid dreams during the day?”
He huffs nervously, “Okay, basically all of the above. Do you know what it is?”
(Please be something normal. Please.)
“I think so,” she turns away, setting the pen down with a deafeningly loud tap that reminds Stiles he’s been in sensory overload for the last twenty-four hours and it’s been slowly dragging him further into the pit of insanity.
He shakes his head, feels his brain rattle around, and then looks up towards Melissa and the needle in her hand, “What’s that?”
“Do you trust me?”
“When you’re not holding a needle.” and when his mind isn’t slipping through his fingers like old jell-o.
Still, he doesn’t stop her when she wipes his upper arm down with an alcohol wipe and sticks it into his skin, “It’s midazolam. A sedative.”
More panic tries to spark, his lungs quivering and his rocking resuming once she’s removed the needle and he can self-soothe again. What if this isn’t real? What if he’s hallucinating again and really he’s acting nuts and this is his hallucination telling him he’s being sedated? “Why are you giving me a sedative?”
“Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest, and you need it now.” she puts her arms on his shoulders, effectively stopping his rocking, “Lie down.”
He stares at her, because now it feels like reality is far away and nothing is quite real, like it’s taking years for everything to process while simultaneously not even taking a second, “How long’s it going to take to–,” she pushes him back and he falls with the light pressure, losing the ability to hold himself up with the sudden exhaustion that ripples over him, “Oh. Not long at all.”
“Get some rest, Stiles,” he hears, before reality slips between his fingers.
(Thanks, mom.)
…
It’s startlingly dark when he comes to, wide awake, in the hospital room however long later. The blinds are shut on all the windows but it’s still obvious the sun has set, leaving him in almost pitch black.
At least, it would’ve, but there seems to be a yellow-ish green light coming from somewhere in the room. There’re little specks of opaque something floating in the air, like how you'd see dust particles in a camera. His first thought is that maybe this is another dream, and it makes it that much harder to force himself to sit up.
Instead, he clenches his hands and counts them without looking at them.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine- ten.)
He sits up.
On the folded heavy blanket at the foot of his bed, there’s a fox curled up. It’s not a real fox, no, it’s more like the shape of one made out of yellow-green neon lines. He furrows his brows at it, counting his fingers in the dark again.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
It moves. One of its ears twitches. Once, twice, and then it slowly blinks its eyes open. There are two startlingly black dots where its iris and pupil should (probably) be, and they lock onto Stiles.
They stare at each other for a long moment in silence. The restless fidgeting and stimming that Stiles is almost always doing slows to a still while they stare at each other, completely unmoving.
Then it blinks, and its ear twitches again. It turns towards the door, pushing itself into a sitting position.
“They are coming.”
Stiles jolts, breaking out of his trance with a surge of panic, “Who?”
“We are in danger. We must not be caught.”
“Who’s we?”
“They are coming.”
Stiles looks towards the door, and counts his fingers again.
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.)
“What do you want me to do?”
It’s weird, the way he knows it's the fox speaking into his mind. The way he doesn’t feel confused or alarmed by this creature, like it’s something he’s gone through hundreds of times–
Something familiar.
“Do not let them touch us.”
“Who’s us?”
“We.”
The fox turns back to him and stares. The statement itself reminds Stiles of the dream - the one with the mummy man. The way he connected it to a potential part of him that aided the mass murderer– maybe it’s something more than that. Something supernatural.
Maybe that’s why there’s a fox here, in reality and not a dream, talking to him in his brain. That means the fox is talking about him, and not itself.
“How do I do that? Who are we talking about?”
“They will come out of the shadows.” the fox rasps into his brain, turning back towards the door, “Bide our time. He will help us.”
“Who’s he?”
“The wolf. He will hide us.”
Stiles looks back at the door, at the closed blinds that hide the light from the hallway. “Should I stay here?”
“There is only one exit.”
“That’s a no then, got it,” he pushes the blanket off himself, disturbing the fox into hopping onto the table by the foot of the bed. It leaps onto his shoulders as he passes by, startling him in the fact it seems to have a weight despite being nothing but a spirit-like creature.
The hallway is empty. Shockingly so, he remembers hospitals always being so overpopulated by nurses and doctors in every hallway. Yet, it’s silent. Not even the sounds of patients in the neighboring rooms reach his ears, and it draws unease into Stiles’s chest.
“Melissa?” he calls, as if she’ll suddenly appear from wherever it is she is. Possibly at home, maybe on the other side of the hospital. Of course, she doesn’t appear, leaving him alone in the hallway with a ghost fox on his shoulders.
He stays close to the wall, praying that the fox is watching his back because it’s going to drive him nuts to keep looking back and forth with the groggy remnants of sleep and a sedative still dragging him down.
Only the faint buzzing sound of fluorescent lights that he normally wouldn’t notice unless already in sensory overload is heard in the hallways. It’s almost funny, actually, how once you hit sensory overload your brain just collects more sensory input for you to notice. Why is that?
He pushes open a door and it brushes against the ground but doesn’t creak at the hinges like he expected it to. It feels like he’s in a horror movie when the double swinging door reveals a small, dark hallway.
“We should turn back.”
“Yeah, agreed,” Stiles backs up, letting the door swing shut, “If they come out of the shadows, does that mean we’re safe if we stay in the light?”
“Without shadow, there is no light.”
“Okay, then what’s the point of avoiding the creepy hallway?” he gestures behind himself toward the doors he’s actively walking away from. He’s moved away from the wall, now standing in the center and under the lights, hopefully giving him enough space to avoid whatever when it ‘comes from the shadows.’
(Why exactly is he following the instructions of a weird ghost fox that appeared after he woke up from a sedative?)
“More light means less shadows, it is harder to reach us in this light.”
“Got it,” he swings around a corner, pushing open another door and thankfully revealing a lit hallway. He makes it about four steps in before the fox on his shoulder pushes itself into a sitting position, ears perking up and mentally alerting Stiles to a threat.
“They found us.”
“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” he lowers his voice, turning in a slow circle and surveying the area. Nothing has appeared yet, but he can hear a quiet grumbling coming from the walls. When he squints at them, the shadows almost look like they’re shimmering. Something seems to tap, tap on the shadowed wall, and it ripples like when you throw a pebble into water.
A gloved – is that a glove? or is it bunched up skin? -- hand reaches out in a sharp, singular movement before halting just below the wrist. Stiles startles backwards, signaling him to turn around and see two more hands coming from the wall behind him.
“Shit. How likely am I to die if I run out the door?”
“The wolf is waiting.”
“Not very, then, awesome,” he stumbles over his shoeless feet, socks sliding on the tiled floors uselessly, but successfully makes it out of the creepy room and into the next hallway. He looks both ways, still seeing no nurses or doctors and being invited into an eerie silence punctuated by buzzing lights and growling walls. Internally, he feels a nudge, and turns on his heel toward the left.
He’s sprinted halfway down the hall when Scott turns the corner ahead of him, “Scott!” he shouts, sliding to a stop and looking back at the way he came to see a trio of black clad beings with swords and weird masks that he can’t make out the details of.
“Stiles! Mom said you were asleep!” Scott breaks into a jog, if his sped up footsteps have anything to say, before he appears in the side of Stiles’ vision.
“I woke up,” he flashes a grin.
“We do not have time for this.”
The creatures take a step forward, so he grabs Scott’s wrist to start dragging him away, “We should go!”
“No, wait,” Scott sounds startlingly calm for the actively approaching demons in front of him, “...Why are they after you?”
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[Teen Wolf/Sterek/Mpreg/fluffy]
Derek being a cop and getting off of a long shift at 2 in the morning. He’s a bit sleep deprived and it takes him less than a minute to smell Stiles scent in the grocery store he just walked in to. His mate was supposed to be home. Stiles had texted 3 hours ago that he had wanted something from the store and that’s exactly why he was here now. He quickly follows the scent and finds Stiles in the freezer section. His mate is in grey sweat pants wearing his red jacket over one of my tshirts. Stiles was showing but not enough to look like a pregnant male. I walked up to him and he jumped as I went right for his neck and my hand found the small bump. “Why’re you here?” “I couldn’t wait.” He said pouting. Stiles opens one of the freezer doors and takes out some frozen bag of food. I grab his hand and we walk up to one of the registers. Stiles puts it down on the conveyer belt. The worker smiles at them both. “Just off officer Hale?” “Yup. Cant wait to go home.” I say before inserting my card into the machine. We bid the cashier goodbye and I almost don’t want to part but Stiles has to drive back in his Jeep. I hold him close and kiss him and the boy smiles. I wait for Stiles to leave first and I follow from behind. When we finally get home… I take a quick shower. I dry off and just put on a pair of boxers and sleep shorts. I go downstairs to see Stiles half asleep on the couch with an empty plate of whatever frozen food he had just ate. I caress his face and that causes him to open his eyes. Stiles stretches his arms out, a sign of wanting to be carried. He wraps his arms around my neck and I put one of my arms under his back and the other under his legs. I lift him up with ease and carefully carry him upstairs to our bedroom. I put him down and take his jacket and pants off. I dry my hair a bit more before getting into bed with him, wrapping my arms around him. Stiles mumbles a few questions asking me about my day and we fall asleep not so long after.
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Omg this is my first legit sterek post?? Okaay
#Teen Wolf#Sterek#Derek x Stiles#Mpreg#Pregnant Stiles#Magic Stiles#Stiles x Derek#fluff#more Mpreg!
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