Henrik Mikaelson Stilinski(BxB)

⚡️ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚⚡️

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Sitting there,eyes cold to the light that shun upon his face,lighting up his features of an emotionless face.

He was Freezing...

Maybe even more cold than he was when the Nogitsune possessed him,Stiles always got lost in his train of thoughts, sitting on the train station bench like one of the other Unknown Civilians around him.

Many come and go.Seeking out help and refuge that Stiles could offer...

A free passage out

All but himself,he wasn't a supernatural...Or a healer or a strong person,he was just plain old
Stiles

Supernatural creatures always spot him,the first to come,he'll lead and show them the way out...

He hasn't got any healing factors so Stiles would burn to a crisp if he walked threw the inviting ocean blue of the portal.

Jace

Was the name of the last Mysterious Unknown Supernatural from Mystic Falls ,Stiles thought he was hot.

With his Dashing short Blonde hair,that he gelled back so neatly it gave Stiles OCD.Jace Had Heterochromia eyes-The Left one was aqua blue that reminded Stiles of an ocean.
The right Was also Aqua blue but Half of it at the bottom was a hazelnut brown that blended so well.

"Thank you,I owe you so much.I'll get help,just wait for me okay?"

Was his Last sentence,As Jace softly leaned down to press a warm kiss to his forehead,wiping the stray tears from Stiles cheek.

They Bounced of each other so well.

Now he's gone,probably forgotten him already.Everyone has But the Fiery wood scent still lingered threw his nose.

Because Jace's scent was amazing,Kinda smelt like a Hell Hound But a lot better,Hints of his strong cologne and the type of Musk that would somehow slither with the two others.

God does The Stilinski still fan over him.

Stiles has mostly gotten over Beacon Hills,it's been about maybe a year and a half.He's always checked his reflection in the monitor of one of the control rooms.

He's been questioning why his looks hasn't changed or gotten even a tad bit older,Stiles has stayed the same.

Until a guy came with a letter.

He ripped it open,so much eager with the frustration of tearing it apart.

Dear Stilinski,
           Now I may know you have loads and loads of questions.That I can explain.

          The first easiest one is your age-
              Now you are apart of the Storm,my Little Project Of finding out what happens when a Mortal Like yourself stays in the Wild Hunt for too long.

It has been over Two years,if I may so kindly give you.

By now you may have noticed the Mirror That has magically appeared in the control room,am I correct?

When you are in the Wild Hunt,your:
Age-Size-Appearance-Mind and physic will not change.

When you are in the Station it is like time has stopped,so it won't change anything about you.

You are still 18 years old but should be 20 years of age.

Now you may be frustrated or angry,I can tell.But I'm telling you this so you don't keep mourning and mourning.

Out the kindness of my heart,I shall inform you that Beacon Hills Town does not and Will not exist ever again.

Even your beloved Lydia Martin.

I personally Slaughtered her since Of course by now you may know,the Ghost Riders don't hurt Banshees.

But she's dead and gone.

They all have,they have failed you,Stiles that's why you're still here and my little project.Too weak and couldn't defeat us now every single person you knew is...Dead.

That is all I have to say for now...

Your Sincerely
Mr J
       

That Night he sobbed,cried and mourned as other towns like Mystic Falls won the war over the Ghost Rider's,But one.

No of course,Beacon Hills couldn't have won,all the others except his.

"Ever heard of a town called Beacon Hills?"

"Hmmm,No! That's strange I mostly know every town"

Jace responded,accidentally not noticing the painful and hurt expression that formed on stiles face.

"This may be personal...B-But.Whats your second name?"

"My second name,eh?So where on that basis"

Jace replied sending a flirtatious wink to the Shorter Male as he rapidly blushed groaning out,trying to cover his flustered face.

Jace chuckles

"Well if you may know it's..."

"Sa-"

Before the rest of the words could spill out,screams erupted into the station as Horses galloped and neighed.

"Ugh,What was his Second name!"Stiles called out gripping his hair,so angry that he didn't get a chance to know it.

Probably wasn't honoured enough.

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