Teen Wolf Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Stiles Imagine

"STILES!" You screamed as loud as you could. It was pitch black and cold. Dust seemed to cover your throat.

You stood up and slid your hand against the wall feeling the stone crumble in your hands.

Where am I? You thought, as you slowly walked along the wall.

The last thing you remember is being with your boyfriend, Stiles, and his best friend Scott. You were discussing fighting the Alpha Pack when you heard a loud noise and everything went black.

You stopped when your hand felt the cold stone wall change to a metal door.

You balled up your hands into fists and pounded on it as loud as you could.

"Can anybody hear me?" You yelled, "Scott? Stiles?"

Still no answer.

You slid down the door, out of breath from trying to pry it open.

You sat in silence, staring out into the darkness that surrounded you.

"(y/n)?" Someone called from behind the door.

"Stiles?" you screamed, standing up and leaning against the door.

"Scott we found her. Help me open this." You heard him yell. A minute later the door slid open.

"(y/n)!" Stiles yelled as he stepped towards you, hugging you tightly.

Before Scott could walk into the room, the door slid shut, locking into place.

You ran up to the door with Stiles and began pounding on it again.

"Scott?" Stiles yelled through the door, "What happened?"

"I don't know," Scott said through breaths as he tried to pry the door open, "It slid shut and I can get it open."

The three of you tried to pry it open when the lights in the room turned on. You immediately grabbed Stiles' hand.

You looked around the room. It was small and dirty. You looked at the cold stone walls you slid your hand across when you looked for the door. The room looked familiar. It was the Hale vault underneath the school.

"I have been waiting for this moment for quite sometime now." You heard a voice and looked up to see a man in dark glasses and a long dark coat. He was holding a cane in one hand.

"Deucalion." Stiles said quietly.

"So you do remember me. Great!" Deucalion said, walking closer to you and Stiles.

"Leave them alone!" Scott yelled from behind the metal door, still trying to pry it open.

"Oh Scott. If you would have just joined me in the first place, this wouldn't be happening." Deucalion said, looking at Stiles.

Stiles stared at Deucalion and slowly shifted his body so he was in front of you.

"Don't you dare touch her." Stiles said, body shaking slightly.

Deucalion walked forward and looked at Stiles.

"I wont." He said with a grin.

Deucalion pulled Stiles forward and threw him into a shelf. Stiles fell to the cold concrete floor, the shelf falling on top of him.

"STILES!??" You screamed. You took a step forward trying to get to him when Deucalion pushed you back.

"Not so fast sweetheart." He said as he pulled the top off of his cane, revealing a spear.

He swung at you, and missed as you ducked and moved to the side, standing in the middle of the dusty vault.

"Deucalion stop!" Stiles screamed, struggling to get the shelf off of him.

You were in the open, there was no where to hide.

"Deucalion." You said quietly. "please don't do this." Tears began to to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.

"I don't have a choice. I need Scott to join my pack. It will make him stronger. It will make me stronger." he said, stepping closer to you.

You could hear Stiles screaming as he tried to get out from underneath the shelf. You turned your head to look at him one last time. You knew it was over.

"Don't kill him." You said as you looked back to Deucalion.

Deucalion shook his head slightly.

"I'm saving him for later." He said.

He lunged forward.

You gasped as you felt the cold sharp metal break through your skin. The pain was unbearable.

You heard Stiles scream and saw the shelf that was on top of him fall to the side as he pushed it off.

Deucalion was right in front you, pushing the cane in deeper. He stepped back and pulled out the cane. You looked down and saw the blood as it slowly left your body.

You fell back and expected to hit the cold concrete floor when you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. Stiles fell to the ground, holding you in his lap.

You looked into his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Stiles." You whispered. You felt the blood rise in your throat. You turned your head slightly, looking for Deucalion but he was gone.

"(y/n)." Stiles said, his voice cracking. He held his hands over your wound. "I'm gonna get help. I will find someone. I'm gonna get you to a hospital. You're gonna be okay." He said in a rush. He began to stand up when you stopped him.

"No." You said, blood dripping out of your mouth. "Stiles. Nobody will make it here in time. I'm- I'm okay." You said, a tear sliding down your cheek.

"No. No I am not letting you die." Stiles said quietly.

"Its already happening." You said.

Stiles closed his eyes for a moment. He took a deep breath.

"Im so sorry." He said.

"It's not your fault. Dont blame yourself. It isn't anybody's fault." You said as you placed your hand on his cheek.

Stiles began to cry harder as your breathing began to fade.

"I love you (y/n). I love you so much." He said as he kissed your forehead. He hugged you tighter.

"I love you, too." You said, it was getting harder to breathe. "I love you too...Stiles...Stilinski... I love-"

Stiles held you closer. Your hand slowly fell from his cheek. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small box.

The big metal door to the fault slid open. Scott ran in and looked at his best friend sitting on the floor in front of him, his eyes red and puffy and tears falling to the cold hard ground. The love of his life was in his arms, limp and unmoving.

Stiles slowly opened the box he was holding and placed a ring on her finger.