Stiles Stilinski sees his static world shaken by the arrival of Alexander Duchanness. Stiles feels drawn to Alex, even though destruction seems to surround him.
Pretty much the plot of beautiful creatures, but with stiles and a Male OC
He was right. No good can comefrom loving a mortal.
They can't survive our world.
Get out. Go, stiles.
Claim yourself in defiance in hope, in love, in fury, in gratitude.
Claim the Light.
Claim the Dark.
Claim it all.
Nothing can stay.
6 months later
Alex sat in the local library, his mind consumed by thoughts of Stiles. It had been six months since that tragic day, yet not a day passed without Alex missing him—thinking of him every hour, every second. As he buried himself in his homework, the library bell chimed, signaling the entrance of a visitor. Alex glanced up, and there he was—Stiles, looking as handsome as ever, chatting with Amma.
Unable to resist, Alex listened in on their conversation.
"You all set?" Amma asked, her smile warm and maternal.
"Should be in New York by Thursday if we make good time," Stiles replied, his excitement palpable. "We're gonna go stay with Scott's cousin in Brooklyn."
"Come here," Said Amma pulling Stiles into a hug, planting a kiss on his head.
"I'll call you as soon as I get in," Stiles promised.
"You call whenever you can," Amma replied, bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek.
Alex's heart ached as he watched them, the familiar pang of longing resurfacing. Stiles seemed happy, moving on with his life, while Alex remained rooted in the memories of what once was. He turned back to his homework, trying to push away the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Stiles paused at the door, hesitating for a moment before deciding to turn back. He approached Alex with a smile that seemed both genuine and slightly nervous. "Alex, right?" he asked, extending his hand.
Alex returned the smile, feeling a mix of surprise and a flutter of hope. "Hi, yeah," he replied, shaking Stiles's hand.
"Stiles Stilinski," Stiles introduced himself, his smile widening.
"Yeah, I know," Alex responded softly, a hint of warmth in his voice.
Stiles chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, so I wanted to say—I'm sorry that we never got to hang, but I always wanted to tell you... I thought your poems in Creative Writing were just really good."
Alex's expression softened, appreciating the compliment.
"Thanks. That's really nice of you to say," he replied sincerely.
Stiles nodded, looking genuinely interested.
"You're leaving?" Alex asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
Stiles nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, uh... College road trip. I'm going to check out NYU," he explained, excitement clear in his voice.
"That's great. It's good. That's awesome," Alex said, managing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Stiles noticed the book on the table and picked it up. "Oh, cool title," he commented, reading the cover. "Bukowski? He any good?" Stiles asked, genuinely curious.
Alex chuckled, the tension easing between them. "Define 'good,'" he quipped, and both of them laughed softly.
Stiles grinned and handed the book back. "Keep it. A 'Getting Outta Gatlin' present," Alex said with a small, bittersweet smile.
"Really? Thank you," Stiles replied gratefully, genuinely touched by the gesture.
"You're welcome," Alex said softly, his gaze lingering on Stiles for a moment longer than necessary.
Stiles nodded, his expression turning slightly regretful. "Cool. Thank you," he said, starting to turn towards the door. "All right. See you," Stiles said with a final smile before heading out.
"See you," Alex replied quietly, watching Stiles leave.
Amma noticed the lingering sadness in Alex's eyes as he sat quietly in the library. She understood the weight of his emotions, and without a word, she got up and closed the library for the day. Walking over to Alex, she gently put a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Alex," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "Let's go somewhere more private."
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"There is a placein the heart that will never be filled.
A space.
We will know it more than ever.
There is a place in the heartthat will never be filled...
...and we will wait and wait in that space."
Stiles gripped the book tightly as he read it in the car that car sped away from Beacon Hills. The road signs blurred past, each one marking his departure from the town he had called home.
As they passed the final "You're Leaving Beacon Hills" sign, something inside Stiles shifted. Memories surged through his mind like a relentless tide, memories of laughter, secrets and moments shared with Alex.
"Stop the car!" Stiles's voice cracked with urgency, startling Scott who swerved to the side of the road, braking hard. Stiles flung open the car door and bolted out, his heart pounding as he sprinted back towards the library. Instinct guided him as he navigated familiar streets, each step fueled by a desperate need to understand.
Breathless and frantic, Stiles burst into the library, he knew exactly where to go. Racing through the labyrinthine aisles, he finally reached the Caster's library.
"Alex," Stiles gasped as he found him, seated quietly amidst the ancient books and flickering candlelight. Alex looked up, his gaze meeting Stiles's with a mixture of relief and happiness. His once-familiar brown eye was now accompanied by a striking red eye, an unsettling yet undeniable mark of something profound.
The moon didn't claim him, he claimed the moon!
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