Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

9-Watched Journey

Sloan woke up feeling sticky once again the next day. Fortunately, she had fallen asleep in her treehouse. However, it was a Saturday, which meant she wouldn't get to see Stiles. But her day improved when Stiles invited her to hang out with him and Scott.

Sloan decided to walk instead of run; she wanted to take in the beauty of the forest she resided in. She also wanted to drop by and say hello to her pixie cousins. Upon meeting them, she was exhilarated to see how excited they were to see their far-off cousin, especially one of them.

The pixies traveled with another type of faerie: a Salamander faerie. He was a mercenary so he wasn't around as much as Sloan wanted him to be, for he was her brother. They don't know how they knew, but they did.

His name was Silas. He had no middle and he had no last. He didn't go to school, the government probably didn't even know he existed. But that was okay because he had magic and he knew how to get around.

She quickly dropped by saying hello to them and carried on through her journey to Stiles' house. Silas said hello and gave her a drink to keep her hydrated.

The pixies may have tried to play a prank by enchanting her cup to taste sour, but Elly, who also goes by Pebbles, was quick to counteract their spell. The cup ended up tasting just fine thanks to her intervention.

Sloan took a mental note that she felt like being watched towards the end of her interaction with her brother. She ignored it and focused on the gentle breeze through the trees. Aside from the breeze, a few birds were singing the galvanic songs they've always sung. It was nice- Peaceful. It was why she loved the forest, for it was serene as she had said a few days prior.

Upon arrival at Stiles' house, she was happy to see that the rose bushes had bloomed vigorously. The thorned red roses were bright, a beautiful scarlet red similar to fresh blood. It reminded her of all the other things she grew, and the fact that she should try to grow more things around town.

She knocked on the front door, waiting for a response. No one answered. She knocks again, checking if it is locked, which it is. so, she began her journey back to the backyard and trekked her way to the backdoor. She trots her way through and goes to his room. He wasn't in there so she lay on his bed to wait there.

She groans when she feels herself being shaken. She must've fallen asleep. She notices it wasn't her bed and she squeaks in fear. But she relaxes when she notices it is Stiles'. She turns to look at who has shaken her. He looks different. Stiles had shaven his head. Sloan squeals reaches for his nape and pulls him in. "Oh my gosh, you look hot!" He squeaks when his body gets forced onto his. She kisses him hard and he hums in approval at the delicious make-out.

"I thought you would hate it," he admits with a humoristic chuckle. His hand finds her inner thigh as he goes back to kiss her, beginning to tease her warmth. "How'd you get in?" he hums teasingly, his fingers prodding at the hem of her underwear; she wasn't wearing any wants due to her sundress. She briefs him on what happened. "That's strange; The door is usually locked."

"I came in from the back door today."

He lets out a humorous chuckle. "Well, that's why... I left it unlocked because I was building something in the shed."

Sloan then gave him a raised brow. "What are you building?" She didn't know he builds things, not that he could. The more she thought about it... It made him more attractive that he could make things. Even if they were made poorly- she hasn't seen his work so she couldn't assume if they were good just because she likes him.

"I'm fixing up Dad's axe for fun."

They blink at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes. Sloan slides out from under them. He gets the message and pulls her to the shed to show her. She was thankful that he knew what she wanted without saying a word.

Then he did something she didn't expect, he pushed her over his workbench. Okay, maybe she kind of expected it. "Who was the guy you talked to in the forest?" He slaps her ass hard and she squeals trying to get away from his death grip on her hip. "Answer me, my cherry."

What does he mean guy? Wait, Was he watching her? Was he the one watching her? Was he jealous? Jealous of her brother??

He slaps her ass again, rubbing the soft flesh through her floral dress. "My brother!"

Silence fills the air.

"Oh, now I feel dumb... You have a brother?" Stiles asks quizzically. She nods, her red curls jumping as she nods frantically. Her face still looked at the wall, her stomach on the flat surface of the workbench. Her ass was in the air, his hand on her hip, the other on her curved ass.

"Where you following me?" Sloan asks. Stiles chuckles a no as his hands knead her ass once more. He seemed to be obsessed with how it looked in the sundress she was wearing.

"I have cameras in the forest."

Sloan turns and he whines in protest. He couldn't stare at her ass anymore; He pulls her in, his hands finding her ass once more and he sighs with contentment. "Would you like to meet him? Along with my pixie cousins?" she asks with big eyes. He gushes at her eyes and nods. How could he say no when she looked so pretty with those big innocent eyes? How could anyone?

Then they were on a journey through the forest once more. "Silas! Pebbles! Where are you?" Sloan yells out in a clearing of trees. Remnants of evidence of where they were were scattered on the ground. Then the air poofed with grey smoke. The clearing became messier- homey- It had a black slick tent, a cockpit, a few chopped logs, and a few bags next to the tent.

"I thought it was just the human," Silas groans as he rubs the nape of his neck. He had a slight blush on his face showing that he was embarrassed for putting up an illusion.

Sloan giggles and kicks a loose rock from the ground up into her hand and chucks it. Pebbles came from Silas' hair and caught the pebble. She bashfully waves her small hand. She was only four inches long, so her hand was quite smaller than the rest of her body. She held the grey pebble with both hands above her head as if examining every freckle and detail of the small rock. She was disgruntled when she didn't like what she saw and zoomed back to Silas' hair.

"Was that Tinkerbell?" Stiles asks making a small joke. A small giggle was heard- a high-pitched one from behind Silas. Silas shakes his head and speaks with his deep monotone voice that reminds her of a certain god. She always told Silas that.

Silas pulls the girl out of his hair and holds her by her foot. He flicks her to Sloan, "Say hi," he states.

"Wee!" Pebbles squeals as she is flicked. It looks like it was her favorite thing in the world. Such a simple action and she had so much fun.

Pebbles stops herself with her speedy green wings before she can splat against Sloan. She zooms toward Stiles screaming "Human" which attracts the other pixies and they join her merry cheer. Now around twenty or more pixes were soaring above Stiles. Pebbles, animated with a short wavy bob haircut, sat on his shoulder. She kicked her faerie feet, her leaf-like clothing flowing as she kicked. Stiles held up his finger and Pebbles high-fived his finger while squealing. Once she did this the other pixies held out their hand and fluttered in front so they all could get a high-five as well.

Stiles seemed to enjoy the attention and gave every pixie a finger-five. He had a goofy grin on his face as he gave each one.

"Don't get a big head, they'd do that to any human."

"Shut up, you're ruining it," he grumbles to Sloan as he gives Pebbles another finger-five.

Written: 12/20/23-12/25/23
Last edited: 12/25/23
Published: 12/25/23