Shadows // Stiles Stilinski x Male OC

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** Stiles's POV **

I gazed into his eyes, captivated by their intensity. How could someone be so captivating? Without thinking, I found myself gently brushing his hair with my fingers. There was something oddly familiar about him—not just because we attended the same school, but as if I had known him forever. As I brushed his hair aside, covering part of his face, he chuckled softly. It was in that moment it hit me.

He looked exactly like the person from my dreams. In those dreams, I could never quite see his face clearly,  it was always dark and obscured by his hair. Now, as I moved his hair aside, I realized it was him—the guy I had been dreaming about all this time. I think I am going crazy.

"I hope this doesn't sound weird," I began unsure of how to articulate the feeling that had been haunting my thoughts for so long. "But I think I've been dreaming about you... every night for months." The words spilled out, and I immediately felt a pang of embarrassment."That did not sound as creepy when I—In my head" I chuckled nervously, hoping to lighten the mood." just forget what I said please"

He met my gaze with a steady look. "Sure," he replied quietly, his expression thoughtful as he continued to hold my gaze.

"Okay, um..." I stumbled over my words, trying to gather my thoughts.

"Oh, your present," I blurted out, suddenly remembering why I had returned. "That's why I came back." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the locket, holding it up for him to see.

"Uh, so, it opens, see? Um... 'E-C-W and G-K-D. December 21st, 1863.'" i say reading what was inside the locket

"December 21st?" he asked, his expression shifting slightly.

"Yeah. What's the matter?" I asked, noticing his reaction.

"Oh, it's my birthday. I'll be 16," he explained.

"Wow, that's... That is amazing," I replied, caught off guard by the coincidence. "I don't— You know, I don't believe in signs, usually... but that seems like a pretty badass sign" I mumbled and laughed.

"So you're 15 and you're a junior? That's— You must be a genius" I said, trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah, I skipped a grade," he confirmed.

"Well, consider this... an early... Sweet Sixteen present," I said with a smile, offering him the locket.

As soon as I placed the locket in Alex's hand, something strange happened. It was like a dream, a vision—it all rushed into my mind at once. I was in the midst of a war, surrounded by chaos. A woman and a soldier stood together, embracing each other tightly. They shared a passionate kiss then I saw flames and heard screams. The woman broke away and ran, but then I heard a gunshot and the soldier collapsed to the ground, then I saw him clutching the very locket I had just given to Alex. Thats when I heard someone screaming my name.

I woke up in my bed, startled, clutching the locket tightly in my hand. Confusion flooded my mind. How did I get here? What happened? The last thing I remembered was giving the locket to Alex under the tree.

I remembered hearing someone call my name, so I jumped out of bed and dashed downstairs, calling for my dad. "Dad? Are you okay?" I burst into the living room and nearly collided with Amma.

"Oh, Amma, what are you doing?" I asked, finding her rifling through the bookshelf.

"I'm looking for books your mother had to return to the library," she replied, still focused on her task.

"Are you alright?" she asked me, sensing my urgency.

"How did I get home?" I blurted out, my confusion mounting.

"What? When I got here, you were already in bed," she explained calmly. "Glad you're getting some sleep."

"Amma! How did I get here?" I pressed, my voice rising with distress.

"Why are you shouting?" she asked, clearly taken aback by my agitation.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I apologized quickly, trying to calm down, but my thoughts were racing."Heard you had trouble at school today," she remarked, noticing my disquiet. "My father always said trouble follows that family like stink on a fly's ass."

"Stay away from that girl," she warned me sternly.

"You don't need to take care of us, Amma," I countered, feeling overwhelmed.

"I promised your mother, and I want to."

"No, I d-- Amma," I started "I'm sorry, I just... I don't think it's any of your business."

She looked at my hand and see the locket, her expression tightening with concern. "Where'd you get that?" she asked, her voice edged with urgency.

"I don't know," I replied, my confusion deepening.

"Don't lie to me," she insisted, her eyes searching mine.

"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled and increasingly uneasy.

"You listen to me," Amma said sharply, her eyes narrowing as she leaned closer. "You go and bury that in Greenbrier and forget you ever found it."

I blinked, stunned by her sudden intensity. How did she know i found it in Greenbrier? What was this all about?

"But I never said I was in Greenbrier, Amma," I countered, meeting her intense gaze. She continued staring at me, her expression unreadable yet filled with apprehension.