-ˋˏ ༻ 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 & 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
there's another dark kitsune
that's been awakened.
One waiting for her beloved and
aching to cause some trouble.
Teen Wolf
season 3b
extended summary inside!
fem oc x void / stiles stilinski
or...
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THE BATHROOM door slammed open with a dull thud, his hands immediately gripped the nearest sink and splashed ice-cold water on his face.
He could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest as he breathed heavier than usual. He could barely hear the shower running or feel the hot air that made him sweat.
"Okay," he spoke to himself, taking a steadying breath. "Okay, just got to stay awake, Stiles. You just got to stay..." his eyes were directed to the naked form through the mirror.
More particularly, who.
Malia took a shower without shame, making eye contact just before he clapped his eyes shut, facing the ceiling with a hanging jaw.
"Don't worry, Stiles." She spoke up as he sputtered, "You didn't just accidentally walk into the girls' room."
"Thank god!" He exclaimed, clearing his throat, and facing away from the naked girl. And he found it difficult to feel bad that he was just reminded of when he woke up to Astrid's naked form against his. "Um... okay, so what are you doing in the boys' room?"
"Showering."
"I can see that. I mean- I saw that." He shook his head at the wall. "Well, actually, I didn't see anything really. I just- there was too much steam to uh... not that I would prefer there to be less steam—"
Malia cut him off, "Stiles, I don't care. In the woods there was no boys' and girls' room. And if you really need to know," she shot a pointed glance back at him that he couldn't see. "They keep the water temperature in the girls' room too low, Astrid told me to come here and it's much hotter."
His brows twitched, "Are you and Astrid close?"
"We share a room." She shrugged, "She helps me, ever since I turned back to human I just can't seem to get warm."
Stiles placed his hands on his hips, a funny sight since his back was facing her, eyes staring at the wall. "Maybe you just have a low core temp, Astrid has that. Or maybe, y'know, you might just be sick, or—"
"I used to have a fur coat," Malia bluntly stated.
Stiles tilted his head, "Or could be... hey, it might be that! It's probably that." He said more towards himself than her.
Malia turned off the water, turned around, and took an unexpected step back. Stiles held out the towel for her, still facing the wall. Her brows twitched in slight amusement, "you're not staring."
