Aphelion ⎯⎯⎯⎯ Stiles Stilinski

1.) I Defend My Brother From A Home Invasion

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     Stiles pulled his Jeep to a stop in front of his destination; a nice mid-sized home, just two streets north of his own. He was quite familiar with the place, one of its occupants was his best friend, Devereaux Beaumont. The other was the love of his life, Xanthippe Beaumont. 

     Closing the door as quietly as possible, he raced up to the front of the house, where a large oak stood next to the window he knew would be open. Devereaux and Pippa both liked having fresh air in their rooms. Looking past his friend's room, to the right side of the house, he could see Pippa's open window. The drapes had been pulled back, some candles and plants decorated the sill, as the sound of her softly singing poured out to him. He found himself as rooted in place as the tree he stood beside. 

     The only excuse he could come up with to explain why he was staring was because he wanted to figure out what song it was, maybe a Sinatra. It wasn't that creepy of a thing to do, at least that's what he told himself. But as the song ended, and she started a new one, he failed to convince himself, and instead turned towards the tree, beginning to climb.

     Stiles realized the irony in trying not to creep on Pippa as he reached the second story window. In the dark. With the intent to trespass. He sighed, hoping that Dev wasn't asleep, because that'd just put the icing on the creepy cake. As he slid into the room, he saw Dev sat at his computer, wearing headphones and swearing at a game. 

     Stiles thanked his lucky stars, moving to get his friend's attention. Devereaux's foul language changed into a horrified shriek when Stiles grabbed his shoulder to turn his chair around. A loud thump came from the room down the hall, and Stiles cringed, trying to get Dev to quiet down.

     "Dude what the hell, shut up." he hissed, backpedaling as his friend shot out of the seat.

     "You're asking me what the hell? What the hell to you dude what the holy fuck is wrong with you?!" Devereaux shouted just as Pippa kicked open the bedroom door.

     The one thing Stiles was hoping to avoid had happened, but he couldn't complain, he was never disappointed to see her. She halted as soon as she saw Stiles, who probably wasn't the home invader she'd been expecting. It looked like she had been almost ready to go to sleep, in a sports bra and loose pajama pants, with her long hair loosely tied up. Nonetheless, she looked poised to either kick some ass, or walk a runway. Stiles thought that she probably had never looked better, though he tried not to stare.

     "Ro are you okay? Why the hell are you screaming like that?" Pippa demanded, her brow furrowing as she glanced between her brother and Stiles, trying to decide who was the bigger idiot in this situation.

     "Are those tampons? Is that how you were going to defend your brother's life, by throwing tampons at an axe murderer?" She seemed to decide that Stiles was the bigger idiot, executing a power combo of annoyance: shifting her weight onto one foot and arms crossing, as she rolled her eyes at him.

     "I grabbed the first thing that I saw and figured that I'd improvise later Stiles. I guess we're all just lucky then; that it wasn't an axe murderer, and instead the only idiot I know who can't use the front door," Xan huffed, sliding narrowed eyes back over to Devereaux, like he was supposed to control his friend's behavior.