Enchanted - A Stydia / Jily AU - Teen Wolf

No One's Here To Sleep.

What goes on behind these doors

I'll keep mine and you keep yours

We all have our secrets

- No One's Here To Sleep, Naughty Boy ft. Bastille.

Scott had been drifting in and out of consciousness, a battered copy of Quidditch Through the Ages beside him and a few smudges of melted chocolate on the sheets when the dormitory door cracked open, letting out a creak like a scream.

There was a flutter of hair that glimmered like the Black Lake at night, a flash of a red and gold tie, and Kira was on top of him, knees pinned either side of his hips causing her skirt to ride up as she kissed him hello.

"Sleepyhead." She ran a hand through his hair, grinning down at him. He was still too drowsy to collect his thoughts enough for a retort, so he admired her instead. With her black hair, black eyes, pale skin, she should have been a moon, a beam of white light set off by dark. But Kira was anything but predictable. She was a sun, blazing and vital. He leaned up for another kiss.

"What time is it?" Most of the Gryffindors had Divination at the same time, unless they were taking Ancient Runes or some other obscure elective. If Kira was here, Stiles Danny and Isaac should have been too.

"Just gone fifth lesson. I ah... left early."

"Oh?" He poked her pouting bottom lip, seeing the evasion. "Why?"

"It's not my fault," she said, immediately defensive. "We were doing tarot cards, and the old bag started rambling about how mine basically said that I'm going to hurt everyone I care about if I continue the path I'm on, because I'm narcissistic, selfish and 'lack empathy'." She made quote marks in the air with black-tipped fingers, toeing off her shoes so that they fell to the floor with two solid thuds. "So I called her a bloodsucking harpy and walked out."

Scott laughed, but part of him was annoyed that he had missed a class on tarot. It was one of the most reliable branches of Divination, and insight was something he was sorely lacking lately.

"What did everyone else do?"

"Watched. Some laughed. They're all such fucking sheep, no wonder I'm the first person to have ever called her out on her bullshit."

"Mmm. Who did you sit with? Lydia doesn't take Divination..."

She was quiet for a moment. Too quiet, just past the point of casual. "With Isaac," she said softly. "Stiles went with Danny, Malia went with Allison, so we were kind of stuck, you know. But he's nice. I hadn't really noticed that I'd never talked to him before."

Scott didn't say anything, just waited for her to go on. This felt important. Breakable.

"His cards... they were worse than mine," she finally said. "Worse than everyone's. Lost love, betrayal, exile, death. And it wasn't like, a 'path' he could avoid or something. This was guaranteed. And he's so lovely, I don't... I wish I could help. He doesn't deserve that."

The silence that followed would have shattered under the weight of a feather.

After a decade of quiet, of reticent stubbornness, he found a way to exhale.

"No," he croaked. Kira's eyes were sharp on him. He cleared his throat, adjusting his position beneath her. "No, he doesn't."

Gently, Kira told him, "He had a go at Stiles. Before class."

Scott sat up completely, lifting Kira as he did. She was tiny, a hollow-boned bird. But not a sparrow or a wren, not soft or containable. A falcon. A hawk. A predator. She watched him steadily.