We all know this scene.
The one where the Sheriff and Argent corner the Nogitsune/Void Stiles in the loft.
There’s one thing I wanted to point out about this scene…
When Chris draws his gun on Stiles and the Sheriff pulls his gun on Chris, the Nogitsune uses emotional manipulation to try and get to the Sheriff, getting teary eyes as he says, “Dad… He’s going to shoot me. He’s going to kill me, dad.”
The next moment, he turns to Chris, completely in control of his emotions, face deadpan and voice steady as he says, “Pull the trigger.”
That’s not the Nogitsune.
That’s Stiles.
He knew the Nogitsune was using him to hurt everyone he cared about and he was ok with dying if it meant they’d be safe. And when Chris doesn’t listen, he gets desperate and shouts “SHOOT ME!”
But you hear it in his voice: the Nogitsune takes a hold again.
Stiles was fighting.
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Title: Oathbound
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Character/Pairing: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale
Rating: T
Word Count: 4,160
Summary: Stiles leaves when it becomes clear he’ll never really be trusted again, when he can admit to himself that maybe he was never even welcomed to begin with. It’s a more freeing acceptance than he’d once thought it would be.
Four years down the road and three years into a war that spans the globe, the supernatural has been exposed, the Beast of Gévaudan and its servants roam free, and Beacon Hills is an active warzone. In a fit of desperation, Kira attempts the same summoning ritual her mother had performed almost a century prior and what comes through is… not something any of them expects.
Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Creature Stiles, Post-Nogitsune Stiles, Nogitsune Stiles, Scott is a Bad Friend, Scott is a Bad Alpha, Slow Burn, Stiles Leaves Beacon Hills
@kitsunegeddon Have my disaster of a wip hec.
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Void Stiles- Made For You
Request- your ability to create art through writing never fails to amaze me!! been reading and rereading your work for years 🧡 may i just ask if we will ever get to see part 2 of insatiable w void stiles?
A/N- After literal years, here is part 2 of Stiles- Insatiable :)
“Are you ever going to stop moping?”
You glanced up from where you sat on the grimy floors of the Oak Creek barracks. You were curled in on yourself, knees tucked up to your chest as you sat against one of the moth-eaten bunks.
It had been days since Allison died and Void whisked you away, but you were still reeling from the grief. Not just yours, but everyone else’s too. The burden of Lydia’s pain was still a particularly heavy weight on your chest. It was a sensation so horrifying that you weren’t even sure you could accurately find the words to describe it. It was almost as if you could feel her spirit splintering in two.
Void studied you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. You hadn’t responded to his snide comment, instead glancing up only briefly to meet his gaze. Your eyes were sharp, glinting like a knife with hatred and rage and fear.
Yet, as he continued to watch you sob and tremble, it occurred to him that the fear wasn’t directed toward him. You were afraid of yourself, of your own ability to tap into the emotions of others. You had never felt something this strongly, never experienced the crushing weight of grief quite like this.
He felt a twinge of something stirring inside himself. An emotion he once thought dead was rising to the surface, spurring him to move toward you.
“You poor little thing,” he cooed, crouching in front of your shaking form.
You recoiled as he reached out for you, startled at the sympathetic look that had replaced his usually vacant expression.
“Don’t touch me.”
He could see the distrust in your eyes, the confusion at his gentle actions and words. You couldn’t be sure that this wasn’t just another one of his tricks.
Your back was still flush against the rusty metal of the bed, but you made an attempt to scramble away from him.
Void was simply too fast for you.
His hands sank into the musty fabric of the old mattress on the bottom bunk, caging you in. The two of you were now chest to chest as he forced you back against the bed. Your combined weight caused the ancient springs to creak and groan under you.
“Not so fast, Little Rabbit.”
He reached up, causing you to flinch back in anticipation. You closed your eyes, but the expected blow never came. He simply traced his thumb across your skin, swiping the tears from your wet cheeks.
“It’s too much for you to feel,” he observed. “You can’t control it at all, can you?”
You shook your head. He was right.
“If you continue like this, it’s going to destroy you.”
You finally risked a glance up at him. “You mean…”
“You’ll die…or if you’re lucky, you’ll slowly go insane.”
He seemed to be frowning at the thought. He absentmindedly reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, lost in his own contemplation.
“Isn’t…isn’t that what you want?”
Now it was his turn to be shocked. His hollow eyes widened. “No. Of course not.”
“But I thought that was what you wanted…chaos, strife, pain?”
“Not yours. If you couldn’t handle it, if it overtook you…you’d be lost to me forever.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
Void sighed. “Let me explain in a way that your feeble little human mind can comprehend.”
He reached up, cupping your cheeks gently in his hands. His fingers were freezing. The icy twinge of his skin on yours made you flinch, but you couldn’t pull away.
“In the thousand years that I’ve existed, I’ve never seen anything like you. I wouldn’t have to destroy a pack of werewolves or level a city to feed off the chaos. I wouldn’t have to kill your friends. I could feed off of you alone.”
“What if I don’t want you to?” you asked softly.
“Then I guess more people will have to die.”
His hoarse voice sent a chill down your spine. He trailed his hand down your neck, feeling your muscles tense under his fingertips.
Void inhaled deeply. He could practically smell the grief and fear coming off of you in waves. It was taking its toll on your trembling body. He could feel how exhausted you were.
“I can take it from you,” he murmured against the skin of your neck. “I can take it all away.”
You closed your eyes, considering his offer.
Your entire life had been colored by the flood of other people’s emotions. There was no way to separate yourself from them, no way to silence the flow of constant chatter, no matter how hard you had tried.
As terrifying as it was, the only peace you had found was in Void. When he placed his cold hand on your neck, he was taking the weight from your shoulders.
You knew Void was a monster. He had killed one of your classmates, possessed one of your friends...but why couldn’t you bring yourself to refuse him?
“Stay with me,” he pleaded. “Be with me. I was made for you, Y/n. You know it just as much as I do.”
You felt yourself nodding against his cheek, before you could even think about stopping yourself. His grip on your throat suddenly tightened. He stole the gasp from your mouth before you could even make a sound.
His lips were on yours, urgent and surprisingly warm. When he kissed you, it felt like he was stepping right inside your skin, bringing with him an icy chill that spread through your entire body.
Void latched onto everything you had been feeling, the fear, the grief, and slowly drew it out of you.
When he finally pulled his fingers away from your throat, you felt bare and raw, but strangely satisfied. That crushing weight had been lifted off of you. Now all you felt was exhaustion.
Your knees buckled, and you pitched forward into Void’s waiting arms. A shaky breath escaped your lips as he lowered you into his lap, supporting your head with one cold hand.
“It’s alright,” he murmured. “You just need to rest.”
His other hand pressed softly into the small of your back, cradling you against him.
The edges of your vision were blurring, but as you slipped into unconsciousness, you saw his pale lips curl into a tender smile.
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