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muffinbeliever · 11 months

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Glimpse of Us

It's the 45th anniversary of Star Wars, and Stiles can’t help but think of you. Based on Glimpse of Us by Joji.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (past relationship), Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate

Word Count: 540

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of death, sad stiles :(

A/N: hi. i know it's been so long. im so sorry i just cant write on a consistent schedule idk why i like to think its my depression lol but here is a little angsty drabble that ive been working on for a while but i just never got around to finishing it until now. the pacing might be a little bit of... it honestly feels kinda rushed to me, but i hope y'all like it nonetheless <3

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Stiles knew it was unfair of him to feel this way. Malia was a wonderful girlfriend— she grounded Stiles when he was being erratic and she was a master at cuddling. Despite her indifference for Star Wars, she always watched it with Stiles because she knew how much it meant to him.

He knew he shouldn’t feel like this, but he simply could not help it.

“Stiles!” Came his girlfriend’s voice. “Come look at this!” He walked over to where she stood and looked at the magazine she held out to him.

“Happy 45 years of Star Wars, babe,” Malia said with a smile. It was a Star Wars-themed magazine with exclusive behind-the-scenes photos from the original trilogy. Stiles had already browsed the magazine online, but he didn’t say anything to his girlfriend. It was the thought that counted, right?

His lips quivered in their forced upturn as he took the magazine from her outreached hand and thanked her, but as he casually flipped through the book, his heart couldn’t help but clench in pain. Star Wars had always been his and your thing— the two of you spending your movie nights watching anything Star Wars related, which often turned into heated debates and nerdy inside jokes.

His eyes caught on a screen cap of the iconic Episode V scene where Han and Leia finally confess their love for each other, and his jaw clenched as the familiar burning of tears tingled behind his eyes. He will never forget you lying in his arms, the visible pain in your eyes as you bled out. He will never get over the fact that you had died by his hand, regardless of the fact that it was actually the Nogitsune that stabbed you, not him. It was still his hand, still his body.

The Nogistune was especially cruel, hearing Stiles’ internal pleading as he begged the Nogitsune to spare you. He heard Stiles’ scream as the blade entered your body and left it with a swift tug. He allowed Stiles to take over for a brief moment, just to see the life fade from your eyes.

I love you, he had said, tears flowing steadily from his eyes.

I know, you whispered, your soft smile quickly turning into a grimace from the pain.

He had wanted to say something, say anything to keep you alive, but for the first time in his life, his mind was empty, all of the thoughts scattered away. And he was helpless, as he clutched you in his grasp as you took your last breath.

He rapidly blinked away the building tears and took a deep breath before closing the magazine.

Star Wars was always your thing, but he couldn’t tell his girlfriend that. Instead, he flashed Malia a thankful smile, and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent that was just a little too sweet and a little too fruity.

Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that’s where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch, but I’m thinking of the way it was Said I’m fine and said I moved on I’m only here passing time in her arms

Hoping I’ll find a glimpse of us.

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riley-phoenix · 2 years

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Pairing: Malia X Reader(gender not specified) ... eventually

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: Murder, blood, depression, angst, major character death

Author's Note: The story is told from MALIA'S POINT OF VIEW.

Chapter Summary: After a tragedy strikes Werecoyote, Malia Tate, she and the world of the supernatural are introduced to the best detective in New York

"Oh!, My bad", had been Malia's response to bumping into a stranger. She bent down to pick up the garage store items now littered on the floor. As their faces drew level, she noticed the golden police badge and uniform. "Working late, huh?", She said as she handed over the groceries.

"Mm? Oh, about to head back to the station actually, I'm *your name* by the way, detective *your name*", The stranger said In a formal introduction. "Malia", she replied, offering her hand, to which *your name* returned.

"I think I've got everything, Babe", Scott, Malia's alpha says, joining the conversation. Scott looks inquisitively between Malia and the stranger. Malia pokes her head forward and introduces them, "Oh; this is *your name*, we just bumped into each other". A wide smile forms on *your name*'s face as they shake hands and introduce themselves.

As *your name* leaves the store, Scott turns to Malia, "You go ahead and get cleaned up, I'm gonna get some beers, they don't sell any here". "Okay, but be safe", she says, protectively. Scott laughs; "I'm an alpha, I can handle myself". Malia steals a kiss, then proceeds to walk back to their apartment.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

Lydia knocks on Malia's door. "Sorry, Lydia I don't have time, Scott went out to get beers and hasn't been home in hours, I'm going to find--"

"Malia, sit down", she says, tears beginning to swell in her eyes. Malia looks at her sceptically, before moving over to the couch. "Lydia... what's wrong?" She says, as a look of concern falls on her face. Lydia sits next to her, trying to find the right words ;or any words for that matter. "... It's Scott". She responds. Malia's eyes grow In size as she takes in her words. "That's... that's good right? So you've heard from--"

"Scott is dead".

Lydia spits out the words in one quick breath, trying to rip the bandage off. Her voice cracks in horror as she utters the "D" word. Malia stares at her in disbelief, not accepting her words, refusing to believe the love of her life, the alpha that turned her into a human after she lost hope in herself ... Is gone.

"N-n-no... No that's... You're wrong". A tear falls down Malia's face as she tries her hardest not to believe it. Lydia swallows; "I'm sorry, Malia...But--"

Before she could finish her sentence, Malia's phone buzzes in her pocket; "LOOK, IT'S SCOTT", Malia says in disbelief, sliding the green phone Icon with her thumb; "Hello!?" She says, full of hope. "Hi...is this Malia Tate?", a man by the name Bobby Johnson responds. Malia's expression falls to one of grief as she answers, "Yeah... This is she". Lydia watches on as Bobby proceeds to state things such as an address, a time, names... But finally; asks Malia to come down to identify the body. She overhears the final moments of their conversation, "Yeah...Hmm... Ok...I'm on my way". Malia lifts her head to Lydia before Inhaling deeply and throwing on her jacket. "... I have to see it for myself... And I have to do this alone". She wipes the tears from her eyes before seeing Lydia out and rushing to the scene.

Malia gets out of a taxi, throwing a couple dollars to the driver as she sprints to the scene, anxiety taking control of her as a pit forms in her stomach. She rushes into a crowded crime scene, noticing the name of the road - "Smile Rd." .Pushing past people in an effort to get to the front. "You Malia?", A young, slightly stubbled man calls out to her. "You Bobby?" She asks in response. Bobby walks forward professionaly to shake Malia's hand, "You sure you can do this?", He asked, concerned. Malia's face is plastered with a faraway gaze, as she stares out into the silent night, Illuminated by its noisy surroundings. "Wouldn't be the first time I've had to face something like this". She answers. "... I'm sorry to hear that", Bobby adds.

They walk over to the crux of the crime scene, black and yellow tape warding off areas, chalk markings made across the floor, Malia felt like she was living in an episode of CSI. The next few minutes were the hardest moments of Malia's life, her parent's deaths haunted her...but the next three questions...they broke her...

"This phone had you saved as an emergency contact, can you confirm this phone belonged to Scott?"

"...Yes".

Malia pondered over the heavy machinery pulling a beyond saving vehicle from the depths of a waterfall, "Does this car belong to you?"

"...Yes".

And then, it happened, hell froze over, Heaven fell down, the world collapsed...they began pulling a body out of the car and onto a stretcher...not moving, covered in blood... Head smashed in. Bobby put a sympathetic hand on Malia's shoulder. "Malia; Is this Scott?"

"Y...y...y-yes".

And as the words left Malia's mouth, tears ran down her face like a river as she fell onto her knees upon the stone covered surface of the earth that seemed so cruel right now. Malia laid there, unable to think or move

10 minutes later, Malia hears a loud commotion coming from the wreckage. "What's all this about?" She asks Bobby "Ms. Tate, it seems my partner has found something; Uh, this is Detective--", Malia cuts Bobby's reply short.

"*your name*!?", Malia shouts out, slightly Louder than usual, as she recognises the detective. *Your name* sees Malia approach the scene, "Oh my god... Malia?... I-I had no idea". Bobby looks between *your name* and Malia, full of questions. "You two know each other?", He asks. "We just bumped into each other at the garage", She explains, "small world", she adds on, trying to force a small chuckle.

"Anyway, what'd you find?", She asks, wiping away her tears. *Your name* looks expectingly at Bobby, not sure how to show this to Her. "Malia... Did you know where Scott was going?" ,*Your name* asks in a concerned tone. Malia sniffles, "Umm, yeah...to get beers". A sympathetic look washes over the detective's face as the three of them walk to the wreckage. Bobby opens the back door, to show Malia seven empty beer bottles scattered all over. *Your name* walks over to the passenger side door, to reveal another three, lying next to two six-pack holsters, one empty, one with two beers left in it.

*your name* and Bobby look at Malia in a sorrowful way. "No-no...Scott wouldn't...that doesn't ma--", She struggles to find her words, she looks around the crime scene as her heart starts beating inevitably faster and her vision blurs. *Your name* steps forward and grabs Malia by her shoulders, "You can't be here, not now". Malia eventually finds her footing, her breathing is heavy as she gasps for air. "Let me walk you home", the detective offers. She nods her head, frowning. They walk slowly to Malia's apartment in silence

Inside Malia's apartment, *your name* sits on the couch, at best, trying to give Malia her space. She grumpily throws off her flannel shirt, before she can reach for a fresh one, *your name* says something unexpected

"you're a werewolf".

"Werecoyote...", Malia is taken back, searching desperately for what clue tipped the detective off. *Your name* raises from *your pronouns* seat, "I saw your eyes glow back there. At first I thought I was crazy but then I noticed your disgruntled reaction towards the full moon". She's slightly impressed by the detective. "So, what... Are you in hiding as well?"

*your name* chuckles, "No, I'm not supernatural, I just know that it exists... Long story short, that life didn't agree with me, so I left it behind".

"I'm sorry to hear that".

"...I'm sorry for your loss".

They say to each other, trying their best to be comfortimg.

Malia walks over to the fridge, with a small smile on her face and grabs two beers. She begins to walk over to *your name*, but stops short as she looks down at the alcohol, the memories of the wreckage and accident flooding back in her mind. She sets them down on the counter, then with a determined look on her face, turns to the detective, "You have to believe me, werewolves can't get drunk, our bodies heal too fast. Something doesn't add up".

*Your name* takes in Malia's words, "I'm sorry, Malia...but...what do you want this to be?".

"I want it to be a murder investigation", she responds.

"Malia, say we do find a suspect, say they have a motive and no alibi, how do you think it's gonna look in court when they mention that Scott was going to get beers, and that the crash was littered with--"

Abruptly, *your name* recieved a phone call, Malia waits patiently as the detective takes it. She hears mumbling in the background as *your name* says goodbye and places down the phone. "Looks like we've finely got some good news".

"What'd they find?" She asks anxiously. "A possible witness, there aren't any cameras on Smile Rd. but this guy was on a road trip. He was heading back to Philadelphia and that's the only road back." The detective responds. "I'm coming with you, and you're not stopping me", Malia says commandingly. "Wouldn't dream of it" *your name* replies. Malia and the detective take the near-2 hour drive to Philadelphia, not taking any stops.

*Your name* pulls up infront of an apartment building, in the parking lot they see the car belonging to, "Mr. Turner", their possible witness. They begin climbing the stairway to the 7th floor when Malia speaks. "You think this guy saw something?", She asks. "I don't know but, there's only way to find out". Upon reaching his residence, apartment 6B, they are met by a crowded scene filled with paramedics, detectives, the CSI and Bobby. *Your name* turns to Bobby: "why are the CSI here?". "See for yourself", Bobby responds.

"Well, Malia, looks like you were right" *your name* says, as he returns to Her. "...Right about what?", She asks.

"This is no longer a DUI case... It's a murder investigation".

Malia still looks slightly confused, not quite sure what the detective meant. *Your name* gestured towards the door as Malia pushed her way past a few paramedics to view the scene

Upon opening the door, She found several CSI agents making chalk marks over a dead body - Mr. Turner

She stands paralyzed, her fists cleched at her sides. As *your name* steps forward to try to comfort her, Malia notices something out of the corner of her eye. "Hey you're not authorised--", a police officer tries to repremand her, before *your name* intervenes, "it's okay, she's with me"

Malia tries to analyse a weird drawing on the wall before something else catches her attention, "there's something in his mouth", she calls out. The detective looks at Malia skeptically, then reaches for a pair of gloves. Reaching inbetween The corpse's lips, a note is revealed. The detective unfolds it, only to find hieroglyphics, numbers, letters and unidentifiable symbols. "It's a a god damn code" Bobby says, pinching the bridge of his nose. *Your name" looks at one of the junior agents, "make a copy of this and send it to me, send the original to evidence".

"Detective there's something else". Another investigator calls out. A few officers gather around the body as they identify the markings on his arms "They were carved into him, presumably with a knife". *Your name*'s eyes grow large as the symbols begin to familiarise themselves. "... they're star signs",*Your name* points out. "Is that important?" Bobby asks.

"it means either the murderer is trying to throw us off ... Or this is the work of the Zodiac Killer".

The scene turns into a heated discussion as the investigators and detectives within the black and yellow tape try to break down the information. "It's impossible, even if Zodiac was as young as twenty during the original murders, that was fifty years ago, he'd have to be an old man now". Someone argues. "They never caught him, what if this is their apprentice? Or someone trying to emulate him?" Another voice adds. *Your name* steps away from the scene, trying to get a clear head, yet soon, joined by Malia. "What'd you make of those symbols?" She asks. "I have a theory". The detective continues; "what if whoever, or whatever murdered Scott, isn't human. The CSI probably won't find anything 'cuz that's out of their paygrade, but you and Scott were shapeshifters, it's possible he could've made enemies. Now when I saw those Zodiac signs I thought 'nope, its just an act to throw us off', but what if... Zodiac isn't human. It'd explain the half century between his last murder and this".

Malia folds her arms, "That's worth looking into, but I saw something I think you should know about"

"What's that?", *Your name*, replies

"When I was in there...before I even noticed the note, I saw something. There was this...creepy ass smile drawn on the wall...I didn't think anything of it first but then I remembered something, The road..."

"Where Scott was murdered...", *Your name* continues

"Smile Rd.", Malia says aggressively.

They both nod their heads in agreement. "We've got work to do", the detective says. Malia looks around carefully. "What about the non-supernatural side of this investigation?" She asks. "I'll let Bobby handle it", *your name* explains.

Outside, *your name* turns to Malia, trying to conjour a plan. "We found a connection between the road and the drawing, now we've just gotta find out if those star signs we're just there to confuse us or not. I need you to think Malia, is there anyone you can think of that'd want Scott dead?"

Malia looks up to the moon and lets out a small chuckle, "Oh yeah... I have my suspicions".

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