Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

2-Compliments

The previous night was strange for Sloan. She had been dropped off by Lydia, along with the others. Sloan was persistent for Lydia to be the one to take her home because she didn't want to start anything with Malia and Stiles.

The coach was ecstatic and pulled the group into the house to have some pizza that he would order as a thanks. It was mostly Sloan's idea but he was the one who took action.

Sloan tossed Stiles' jacket to him. "Thanks for letting me be covered by unsolicited eyes," Sloan smiles politely. Stiles' gives her an awkward thumbs-up that makes her chuckle. Then she leaves it at that due to the uprising anger she smelt from Malia. Sloan could tell this was going to be very annoying to be in between them all the time; she felt bad for the others in the group.

"Hey, Daddy? Do you think I could still join the lacrosse team?" she asks with a big pout on her face. "Please!" she begs and drags out the word. He pulls her off her knees and into a hug. "Of course, you can, as long as you kill the game for me!" Sloan jumps with joy and fists the air in celebration.

The group gaped at her at her. Stiles covered his face which was reddened; Isaac had a smirk and Scott had a surprised look. She grumbles at their immaturity. "Oh, shut up! So, what? I call my dad 'Daddy'!" Sloan catches Stiles situating his legs and putting his paper plate on his lap. Now Malia had a huge scowl on her face as she could smell Stiles' arousal.

Really? That quick? Just from one word? One word and he was aroused and she was livid. Amazing how sensitive Stiles' was and how jealous Malia could get.

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Sloan was back at school and everyone kept asking her questions: "Where have you been?" Or "Are you okay?" She was quite annoyed by the attention.

Luckily she had a few classes with the people that helped her: Stiles and Lydia. She was a bit wary of Stiles but she still sat with him rather than herself like usual.

She sat at a group table in English with Lydia in front of her and Stiles to the left of her. They had to silently read and Stiles was having trouble with the "Silent" part.

"Why did you turn in the first place?" Stiles asked getting close to Sloan. Sloan gave him a side-eye from her book before answering. "I was irritated that my father was trying to get custody of me... And besides I turn 18 soon so he's being dumb," Sloan answers honestly but in a whisper. Stiles gets super close to her shoulder and looks at the book she was reading. She found it quite humorous how he didn't understand personal space. She didn't mind it; She was rather used to it from her numerous pixie cousins she visits in the forest.

"So, why were you in the forest?" She could feel his hot breath against her neck. Goosebumps rise there, the back of her neck hairs rising quickly.

"It's serene."

"Why do you use that word?" He asks in a squint of his pretty brown eyes that she was troubled to keep her eyes off of.

"It's the perfect word for such a supernal place."

"Supernal?"

"Wonderful," Sloan responds with a sweet voice. Stiles raises a brow and smirks at her.

"I like your voice; it's soothing... S'like honey."

Sloan returns to her book as her ears turn red. She bites back a smile before her foot gets kicked. Lydia winks at her quickly before Stiles looks at her. Sloan ignores Lydia by looking at Stiles rather than her and thanks Stiles.

"So, how does being a faerie work?"

"I don't know," she answers honestly. She liked how Stiles was being. He was acting almost childlike: He was being curious. And one thing she knew: Curiosity led to high intelligence; She was sure that he was brilliant. "You ask a lot of questions," Sloan states. "Do you have any more?" she asks so he won't be insecure about it. He nods his head rapidly. "Give your number so you can ask me when you think of them."

It was an innocent request but both Stiles and Lydia thought it was anything but. Lydia had gotten her number the day prior when they were talking about Lydia's exes at her house. Sloan didn't have any; So, they talked about all Lydia's exes.

Stiles quickly gets his phone out so she can put her number in. She puts her number in and sends a text. "Now you can text me anytime you want for any question that curious brain thinks of," she says as she pokes his forehead. His face scrunched and she giggled softly. She blows her red curls out of her face. He becomes entranced and reaches for a curl. "You have pretty hair as well."

"You find a lot of things of mine intriguing; You complimented my eyes last night." Sloan politely grabs her curl from his hand and rests it behind her ear.

Stiles grumbles in embarrassment and then hides it with a feigning smirk. "Maybe, I just find all of you intriguing."

Sloan raises a brow. "Are you being authentic or are you just trying to pursue me to make Malia jealous?"

Both Lydia and Stiles choked. Stiles takes a few tics to respond. "I'm not trying to make her jealous; She broke up with me 5 months ago and she always chases my woman friends away." He crosses his arms in a feat with a scowl on his face. Sloan bites her lip before she utters a response for the displeased boy.

"Well, she doesn't scare me. Nor Lydia- or Kira; So obviously she is trying to scare the ones that seem to like you. Are you sure those women wanted to be just friends?" Sloan asks logically. Stiles gapes at her, his mouth opening and snapping shut. He finally decides on an answer after a few beats.

"I didn't think about it that way..."

Sloan shrugs. "Sometimes it's better to have another set of eyes to examine your pieces on the playing board..."

Written: 12/13/23-12/14/23
Last Edited: 12/16/23
Published: 12/14/23