You Have My Heart (A Welcome to Night Vale + TW story) {Sterek}

You Have My Heart

—>Note: this is written in 15 minutes and is really short. Stiles is from nightvale
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You Have My Heart

Stiles was going to miss Night Vale that was for damn sure at least until he found his way back home. After all no one truly left Night Vale for good. Not only was he moving to a new town, but he was also having to leave the beloved child militia. The first few days in his new town of Beacon Hills not only could he not pretend to sleep, he saw zero helicopters, and there were no glowing clouds (ALL HAIL THE GLOWING CLOUD). At his new school, Beacon High, they didn't turn homework in code and had all the most boring classes. The radio was so boring and the weather was so unclear. Stiles was about to say fuck it and move back when something interesting finally happened: werewolves.

Stiles was walking through the woods, which sadly did not speak to you when he came across a bunch of werewolves training. Of course what else was he to do other than cheer loudly and exclaim, "Finally!" Any well respected Night Vale member just had to have a little bit of normal after all.

A brown-haired tan boy with a crooked jaw gave Stiles the strangest look before questioning, "What are you doing here? No one's allowed out here!"

A dark-haired older man had pushed Stiles against a tree by his throat, "Whatever you think you have seen you haven't?"

Stiles winked and said, "Kinky."

Derek blushed before dropping the younger man.

Stiles was practically vibrating in happiness after being put down, "Werewolves! I was beginning to think that nothing ever happened in this freaky town! Like, come on how can you not have the secret police and there isn't even any angels named Erika that are not angels because they don't exist no matter what they say."

A curly-haired wolf named Isaac giggled, "Derek, I think he must be batshit crazy put him down!"

Stiles laughed slightly, "What you guys don't even have invisible corn and you call me crazy?'

The brown-haired wolf walked over and put his arm over Stiles' shoulder, "I'm Scott and I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful and strange relationship."

Stiles grinned, "Am I going to be part of a real werewolf pack?"

Derek grunted, "No."

But as things so happen, Stiles, became a part of a real werewolf pack. He was kinda weird and wacky at times as well as most of the pack would never step foot into Night Vale, or so they told themselves, but Stiles was their friend. It also helped that he was always up to telling them an awesome story about Night Vale to make their own supernatural experience seem more mundane.

As it would happen it was one unusually quiet afternoon a few month's after Stiles and Derek had gotten together when a man popped up knocking at the door on movie night. Stiles hugged him and called him Cecil. He gave Stiles some tapes before rambling on in a way that made little sense to any of the Beacon Hill's natives. But after he left Stiles popped in the tapes and soon the packed learned that maybe Stiles wasn't so crazy. It just had to be something in the water in Nightvale because everyone their just had to be completely bonkers between the dog park and hooded figures.

Still, in the upcoming years, the pack would find themselves for a brief time looking for Derek and Stiles. Only to having to make the long and troublesome trip to Nightvale to find all the long-kept weirdness was completely true. Stiles would only grinned looking at their panic expressions and said, "Have you meet John Peters, you know, the farmer?"

The pack just looked at a smiling Derek, who looked softer and more relaxed than they had ever seen him before and thought perhaps this weird town was good for both their friends.