Another void stiles AU. Can you tell I'm a sucker for villians?
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I stare at the blank face of Stiles. Watch as his lips spread into an unsettling grin. I miss the sweet ones, heck even the sarcastic ones. Anything's better than this. This abomination.
His pale hand trails along the wolfsbane lased bindings that trap me to the chair. I growl at him, the sound echoing around the loft. Argent lays bleeding a few feet away, the stench of iron heavy in the air. Sheriff Stilinski is unconscious and mostly unharmed next to the hunter. I hold onto the hope that because of that Stiles is still somewhere in there.
He laughs as I snarl at him. Getting comfortable as he crawls onto my lap. I snap my jaw at him. "Get off me."
"Oh, sourwolf." The nogitsune purrs out. I can almost hear Stiles in it's voice but it's an endearing tone. Stiles usually says it with heavy sarcasm to piss me off. I try to bite at him. He chuckles and runs a cold finger down my jaw.
"Get off me, you rotting piece of shit." I growl out, snapping at his fingers. His fingers move to caress down my chest. Stopping over my heart.
A high creepy giggle escapes Stiles throat. It's not right. His laugh should be warm and soft. Or even harsh when he mocks me. "You know, I will enjoy this." It says, circling my chest with it's fingers.
"Fuck you." I grumble out.
"Oh believe me, he wants to." The nogitsune laughs again, "I'm going to enjoy his screaming while I rip out your heart." Stiles taps his head as he mentions screaming.
"He's in there?" I ask, taken aback by the hope that Stiles is in there and that he... wants me? Wait, what? I blink up at the nogitsune.
"He's got front row tickets!" The nogitsune exclaims, almost too happily.
I stay silent, processing this and that Stiles wants me. He wants... me.
The nogistune shuffles around, now straddling my waist. I try to snap at his face, baring my fangs at him. "Get off me." I order, knowing it's futile but I try anyway.
The evil kistune doesn't acknowledge my demand. It laughs, "I just got a real good idea, sourwolf. Why not give the boy what he wants, huh? It'll be his only chance right? It's not like he's got a shot. I've seen all his memories."
I bare my fangs at it. A growl erupting from my throat. It gets cut off as Stiles presses his lips to mine. I almost forget it's not Stiles as his hands fist in my hair. But the strong scent of Chris Argent's blood reminds me of who's really kissing me.
I want to bite the bastards face off now that he's close enough to do so. But the thought of Stiles in there stops me. Maybe I could coax Stiles out. How?
I kiss back with all I got, hoping that a part of it reaches Stiles. Stiles is strong, he can fight it. I hope to convey that through the kiss. His lips move against mine and I find myself wishing that we weren't doing it under these circumstances. Wishing I could kiss Stiles and just Stiles.
Using the opportunity, I drag a claw against the bindings. The wolfsbane makes it hard to maintain the claw but I try.
Stiles hands tug at my hair, I lean up to deepen the kiss which also gives me more access to cut the bindings. I feel them loosen and I pray that the nogistune is distracted enough.
With the bindings falling loose, I feel more at strength. I whack my fist against the nogitsune's face. It slumps to the floor unconscious. Where's that stupid alpha when I need him?
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In this lovely AU, things go back to cannon ish. Don't worry, I could never kill off Papa Argent. He's not dead and will be very much alive if I ever write the next part lmao. I might but it's gonna be after the whole nogistune thing so cue awkward interactions.
Hope you enjoyed,
Crispz
