Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Secret part 2(Sterek)(Steter)

Stiles kept the blade, dipped in the owl's blood they'd managed to snag from Deaton's ingredient cabinet, inside his jacket.

He stood in the small clearing in the middle of the woods. He certainly hoped this worked.

Stiles spoke quietly as he admitted his secret to the silence.

He was to give the signal and the pack would come to him so he could confess to them before killing the Huldra, assuming Peter wasn't wrong.

"Well well that certainly is a secret, isn't it?" A soft voice asked from behind Stiles.

Stiles turned to see a young woman with almond eyes and raven hair staring at him. She was beautiful.

"You're her," Stiles said as he carefully pressed the send button on his phone. He just had to stay alive and not disappear long enough for the pack to arrive.

"I am the secret of the woods, you've just confessed to me something that I know scares you to admit," The Huldra smiled sweetly, "Do you know what I do with those secrets?"

"I suppose you're going to tell me," Stiles responded.

"Actually, I'm going to show you."

Stiles took a step back as she stepped forward outstretching her hand.

"Stiles," Scott appeared behind the Huldra.

"My deepest secret isn't yours to keep, I confess my feelings for Derek Hale to those closest to me," Stiles recited the exact incantation they had managed to dig up.

The Huldra let out a piercing scream as she turned into an old hag. Stiles pulled the knife from his jacket and thrust it into the Huldra's chest.

Stiles stumbled back as she turned to dust.

"Stiles, you did it," Isaac grinned as he and the rest of the pack walked over to him.

Derek was frozen in place. Stiles had feelings for him? He couldn't. He never told Stiles how he felt cause he knew Stiles deserved better. Derek couldn't give in. Stiles just needed to get over him, it was probably just a small crush anyway.

Stiles did his best to avoid looking at Derek.

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Stiles stepped into the loft only to be pulled into a tight hug by Peter. Stiles had called him to let him know he was okay and that it worked.

"I'm so glad you're alright, I would've missed this gorgeous face," Peter smiled pulling back.

"Thank you for your help, we couldn't have done it without you," Stiles smiled.

"So I'm dying to know, what was your secret?" Peter asked.

Stiles tensed. The pack busied themselves pretending not to be a part of the conversation. No one had mentioned Stiles' confession and he was thankful, until now of course.

"Oh come on, you're not going to tell me?" Peter pouted when Stiles didn't respond.

"I'd rather not," Stiles answered quietly.

Peter, having immediately smelled the guilt and discomfort on Derek, smirked, "Then you don't have to." Truth was he was sure he knew and though it came as a surprise it also didn't.

Stiles and Derek had always been oddly close. They fought like a married couple, they were protective of one another, and they knew each other best.

Peter lifted Stiles' chin so he was looking into Stiles' eyes, "That was incredibly brave of you to offer yourself up, stupid, but brave," Peter smiled.