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Abraca-Fuck-You! by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) for adara
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
31 Dec 2018
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“Who needed you?” Stiles asked, uncapping his water.
“Hm?” Cole had been looking out at something in the field, and he focussed back on Stiles then. “What?”
“You said it comes about when someone needs us. Who needed you?”
He probably shouldn’t have asked, because Cole looked sad all of a sudden. Like he hadn’t thought about becoming a Sorcerer in a long time. Stiles could see that being what he was had cost him greatly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to run into the same problem.
“A friend,” Cole said quietly. “Someone who was very dear to me. But I didn’t get there fast enough.”
Stiles paused in recapping his water, pressing his lips together. “What happened?”
“I waited too long to help them.”
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literally my sHAYLAS MIS BEBES
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“Are you this mean to all of your assistants?”
“Not always.” Derek replied. “Just to the ones who think I’m a douchebag.”
“So you are this mean to all of your assistants.”
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Derek Hale, CTO of Bionic Labs, doesn’t need a personal assistant. Laura disagrees. Enter one Stiles Stilinski: personal assistant extraordinaire, who just won’t. shut. up.
(Peter is off to the side, watching with a bucket of popcorn.)
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Stiles stared into eyes that were just a little lighter than even the day before, looking almost beta-gold in the harsh lighting. His nose was just a little less uptilted, the moles on his face not quite where they used to be. The scar on the bottom of his chin from when he fell off the swings in third grade was just gone. He seemed a little bit taller, his shoulders a little bit wider.
With trembling fingers Stiles folded his left ear forward, craning his neck. A wheezing breath escaped him, his legs suddenly feeling weak with relief.
The mark of the Oni was still there, the one that meant self.
Stiles was still himself. For now.
Your friends. Your family. Everyone who ever meant something to you. We're going to destroy all of them, Stiles. One. By. One.
The nogitsune’s words echoed in Stiles’ head again, and he grimaced. It wasn’t just that the nogitsune had threatened everyone Stiles loved.
It was that he had said we.
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He thinks about it sometimes, telling Stiles to go into the waiting dark, and feels guilty when he says nothing. Thinks of Stiles finally at peace, but ‘at peace’ means ‘gone’ and suddenly guilt is turning to desperation. Derek grabs Stiles instead and pushes him onto the bed with rough kisses and needy hands.
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A supernatural heatwave has descended upon Beacon Hills, much to Stiles' chagrin.