Dylan O'Brien Imagines

He Misses You// Void Stiles

You fell into the room as the Oni's disappeared. But not before putting a sword through you. You could feel the tissue already trying to heel itself. Kira pulled you up, helping you to the table, which you leaned against. 

The pain was excruciating. More than usual. It felt like it was wrapped in wolfs bane. You groaned, biting your lip to try not to groan louder. 

Kira looked at you for approval as she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the sword. You nodded. As soon as she prepared to pull it out, Stiles grabbed her hand, twisting it upward before hitting her head on the table, knocking her out.

"Stiles!" You almost screamed at him. Scott ran forward but Stiles stopped him, throwing him against the wall.

This wasn't Stiles, it was the Nogitsune.

"Stiles, please, please don't." You begged as he stepped toward you, eyeballing the sword. 

"Shh, it's alright, okay?" He said as he did a dance with his fingers on the swords handle before wrapping his fingers around it.

You think he might actually pull it out instead of causing more pain.

You were wrong.

"All right?" He asks before twisting the sword almost all the way over in you.

"Stiles, please stop! Please!" You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

"He misses you, ya know," he smirks, putting a hand on your shoulder. "You can just feel his yearning and neediness for you."

"And you feel no regret? No guilt?" You strain. "You took over a sweet, innocent young boy, causing him to hurt the people closest to him, and you feel no guilt?"

"Mhm y/n," he shook his head. "You should really learn, really learn to not trust a fox. You know why? 'Cause they're tricksters. They'll trick you. They'll trick everyone."

You whined, almost as a squeal of pain. 

"Not everyone."

Deaton stuck a needle in his throat, causing him to have struggle breathing before he fell to the ground.

"Did you do it? Did you cure him? Is he okay?" You shot questions, trying to push away the pain of the sword.

"I poisoned the fox." Deaton says.

"Did you kill it?"

"Not yet." He said before he snatched the sword out of you. You fell to your knees, gasping as the wound healed.