Moonlit bonds - Stiles Stillinski x Reader

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Y/n's Perspective:

The days since Stiles had gone missing had become a living nightmare. Sleep was elusive, plagued by haunting visions of shadowy figures in hoods, and the constant replay of Stiles being dragged away from me. 

Despite our combined efforts, Stiles remained missing, and the weight of uncertainty pressed upon us all. The police, Stiles's friends, and I tirelessly searched for him, growing closer in our shared ordeal, yet still, I felt somewhat on the periphery of their inner circle. They clearly knew something about the hooded figures, but no one was willing to divulge the sensitive information. Scott had mentioned it was sensitive, so I hesitated to keep probing.

Stiles's Perspective:

"Hello? Is anybody here?" I yelled into the suffocating darkness, my voice echoing through the silence. Suddenly, the room was bathed in light, revealing a child's bedroom. I was seated on the floor, firmly bound by chains.

"Hello?" I called again, my heart racing. I heard heavy footsteps approaching from outside and a sharp "bang." My breath caught in my throat as the footsteps passed the door, then abruptly stopped. The door creaked open, and the men in coats reappeared. They advanced toward me, grasping my feet and pulling me free from the chains that had bound me."Sorry, eh, what?" I stammered, confusion clouding my mind. Why were they suddenly setting me free? They offered no explanation, only guiding me into a hallway and pointing towards a door. I moved towards it, opened it, and found myself on the very street where y/n lived. I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me to her house and knocked urgently on her door, my heart pounding in my chest. But there was no answer. Panic seized me. Why wasn't she responding? She should be home. I knocked again and waited, my anxiety mounting. Still, there was no response. Desperation drove me to circle around to her window and toss a small stone at it, hoping she hadn't heard me knock. Yet, she remained silent. Frustration and fear gnawed at me, and I reluctantly decided to make my way to Scott's house, which was only a few blocks away. However, the eerie emptiness of the streets gave me an unsettling feeling. No one was around, as if the whole town had vanished. I reached Scott's house, only to discover that he, too, was conspicuously absent.

Y/n's Perspective: 

We scoured the woods relentlessly, united in our determination to find Stiles. It wasn't just the officers and Stiles's friends; it was the entire town that had rallied in the search for him. But then, a disheartening moment occurred when one individual, apparently tired of the search, decided to return home, only to discover Stiles sitting on Scott's doorstep, his eyes swollen from tears. The phone rang persistently, and the Sheriff answered with trepidation. After a brief conversation, he placed the phone back in his pocket and broke into tears."Sheriff?" I said concern etched on my face

."I FOUND HIM! HAHA! HE IS FOUND!" Sheriff Stilinski cried out, his voice carrying through the neighbourhood.

"Wait, what did you just say?... HE'S FOUND?! OH THANK GOD!" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Where is he?" I asked the Sheriff, my voice trembling with emotion.

"He's right outside Scott's house." Without hesitation, I sprinted through the woods, racing through the neighbourhood until I reached Scott's house. There, I saw him, the beautiful Stiles Stilinski, sitting outside, an unusual sadness in his eyes. Relief washed over me, but a sense of unease lingered.

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