void stiles x Stiles Imagines

Secrets

Summary: Void!Stiles/Reader; While Stiles is being controlled by the nogitsune you’re hiding a secret that just puts the both of you in more danger

You’d been dating Stiles for almost a year, you were both comfortable with each other, you knew each other inside out. You knew something was wrong, you weren’t sure what but he always avoided you when you’d try to bring it up.

Not all monsters do monstrous things. Not all monsters do monstrous things. You repeat this to yourself until you stop shaking, until you stop picturing what you weren’t supposed to see, Stiles’ violence, Stiles’ attacks. You knew it wasn’t him; you couldn’t admit it was him, but he looks up the corner of your room, from where he’d been cleaning the knife and you swallow shifting on the bed.

“You’re awake; good; I have a proposition for you. Since you can obviously tell I’m not, ah, your Stiles as you put it the other day.”

“Don’t-”

“No.” The knife hits your wall.

“I; have a proposition for you.” The emphasis on the word I makes you shudder, you know this isn’t Stiles in front of you, he cocks his head, a faint grin on his face.

“Oh, you figured me out then? Good, this will be very easy.” He leans forward and then smirks.

“Be quiet. Don’t move, sound easy?” He shows his teeth and the shimmer is what you focus on when everything else seems to fall from under you.

“Stiles? Can we talk? I know you haven’t..” Stiles looks up from where he’d been sitting on your bed, and you can tell by the coil in his shoulders it’s not really him right now.

“Come dear. What is it you need to talk about?” He traces his hand over your thigh as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“With Stiles.” You grumble and he just grins nodding.

“That’s who I am Y/N, just a little bit; improved.”

“Darkness doesn’t look good on you.” You snap and his fingers tighten around your jaw.

“Lying doesn’t look good on you, shall I give him back, let him hear the truth from your lips? Do you think he would allow you to even leave this room if he knew?” You try to turn away from him but just sigh, and let him lean the both of you back so you’re lying on the bed cuddled into his chest.

“Just sleep Y/N, that’s all for now. Just sleep.”

“Last time you said that..” You don’t finish, Stiles blinking back at you confused.

“Y/N?”

“You fell asleep..”

“Did I..”

“The worst you were doing was snoring.” He grins a little and you smile back debating on confessing now, as if sensing your plan you can feel him tense under you, no longer Stiles in your arms.

“I should go, Scott and them need-” Stiles is speaking but you know he’s not really aware, co-consciousness you’d guessed.

“Yeah of course.” You nod assuring him and he leans forward for a kiss. When he pulls back nothing’s changed; but you can see the way his steps change as he leaves your room; he’s back through the window even before the door closes on his way out.

“Y/N.” You swallow at the void standing before you.

“Now, now; relax, he won’t remember any of this; you don’t have to hide it anymore, his fingers brush over your hand and up your arm. You glare but find yourself relaxing under his gaze, a small part of you unable to separate this creature from the Stiles you know.

”You okay Y/N?” You don’t look at Scott but you can feel his hand near your shoulder.

“Yeah just feel sick.” You try to shuffle backwards, away from the blood; but then a hand digs into your shoulder, a breath ghosting your ears.

“Look, or I’ll tell.” Stiles grins a little before his face becomes somber and horrified.

“Y/N?” You can’t help it, leaning over and vomiting. Stiles smirk still swimming in your head.

“Sorry; just; don’t like blood.” Stiles pulls you back, and away from everyone.

“You’ll be good right? You do this one thing for me?”

“You’ll give him back?”

“Of course.”

“Fine, deal.” You shove your hand out and he chuckles before he shakes it, pulling you into his chest; you reappear in some field; you’re not sure where you are and your head is still spinning.

“Now...” He starts but you don’t let him finish closing your eyes and swallowing the screaming; it always gets harder to fight against it; and you know he knows this, his hands keeping you upright as his sneer is the only thing you see until your vision clears; until you can feel your tail curling around his wrist.

“There we go, such a good Kanima; now, go be a dear and cause some chaos.” You duck your head, the fangs you’d grown cutting into your lips before you can feel a needle sliding into your arm, it punctures between the scales, the soft fleshy part of you that’s still human; you watch, knowing whatever is being pumped into you is meant to keep you like this, to keep the bite you’d receive in a state of rejection.