Sterek Oneshots

𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨

An Au where they never discover that Stiles is the nogitsune. 

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A harsh growl rang around the dim classroom. Derek snarled at the approaching figure. Wounded, he lay leaned up against the wall of the empty classroom. His clawed hand clutching the slash on his stomach. 

'Why isn't is healing?' Derek thought bitterly as the figure came to a stop in front of him. The werewolf looked up to see the sickly face of Stiles. 

"Stiles?" 
Derek chocked out, thoroughly confused. Stiles crouches down to be eye level with the werewolf. 

It's weird enough that Derek didn't sense that it was Stiles. The scent and whole demeanour seemed wrong and Stiles looked ill, with dark red bags under his eyes and skin way paler than normal. Stiles' face broke out into an unsettling grin. 

"Hello Derek." 

Derek grunted, scowling at him. Shaking his head weakly, "You're... not Stiles." Derek mumbled.

'Stiles' laughed humorlessly, smiling like he was amused. 

Derek knew now that the nogitsune has possessed Stiles. He had to wonder though, why? Stiles was skinny, scrawny and defensiveness but then again it made perfect sense. None of them suspected Stiles and that naivety caused them this problem. 

"Took you long enough. Too bad though, this battle's already been won." 

Derek growled, it rumbled through the air. His eyes flashing blue. 

"What have you done with him." It was less of a question more of a demand. 

"Oh don't worry, sourwolf. He's up here." The nogitsune spoke through Stiles. It tapped Stiles' forehead with his hand. Void Stiles grinned inhumanly at Derek, his honey brown eyes dark and emotionless. 

"He's watching, you know. And he'll be watching when I tear all his friends apart. Starting," Void Stiles reached out and poked Derek in the chest. "...with you." 

Derek's face shifted into its werewolf form and he snapped at the body of Stiles. But that did nothing to phase the fox spirit. 

Void Stiles erupted into giggles. An evil psychotic sound, that echoed into the empty room. "Even now I can sense his feelings, his grief and anger. Let's not forget attraction too." 

Derek growls came to a confused pause, attraction? 

"Aw I forgot he never told you." The nogitsune looked amused as if it was enjoying the chaos. Which it was, the creature fed on chaos after all. 

The injured werewolf scowls and glares at the creature possessing Stiles' body. 

"He loves you." 

Derek blinked at him in surprise. The calm face of Void Stiles stared back. "An awful shame really. Now that he has to watch you die." Void Stiles laughed, showing off Stiles' white teeth. 

Derek felt numb, not only to the pain but to the emotional wreck that was swirling in his mind. Void Stiles took a deep breath in as if smelling the chaos and pain off of Derek. It traced its finger down Derek's cheek as the man stared at the fox spirit in disbelief. Stiles' face scrunched up in discomfort and he clutched his forehead. 

"Ohhh, he's trying to get out." The evil kitsune chuckled. "He thinks he can beat me. Take back control. It's pathetic really. How he holds onto hope so hard." 

Derek used this as an opportunity to push Stiles over and stand up. He took a defensive stance and backed away from the malicent fox spirit. It tutted through Stiles body. "Tsk tsk tsk...That's not very nice." Void Stiles scolded, getting up and watching Derek carefully. His eyes calculating and dark.