Just Nightmares - Angst: Stimmlos (fürs Team)
Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 10
Team: Erato
Challenge: Angst - Atemlos
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Derek (+ Pack)
Wörter: 913
A/N: Der zehnte Teil, und die Story will mal wieder nicht wie ich will. Da will ich ne fluffige Movie-Night und meine Muse macht Angst draus. *Haare rauf*
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Alternativ Kapitel 1 (Teil 1-5) @AO3 oder @LJ
When Stiles woke up this time, he had a ringing in his ears, his heart was trying to beat itself out of his chest and he couldn't breathe again. He didn't remember much from the nightmare he'd just had, only dim memories of something dark and the nogitsune's voice taunting him again with threats of you are running out of time, Stiles. But his current inability to breathe was the more pressing matter right now. He was curled against a warm body and the left side of his face was smashed into someone's shoulder and his eyes were still closed. When he tried, he couldn't open them. In fact, his whole body felt like he was paralyzed with kanima poison again. Everything was so suffocating and he really didn't want to die like this right now, because suffocation fucking hurt like hell, and he'd had enough of hurting, but the paralysis even kept back the tears of frustration he wanted to shed.
Until the person he was leaning against shifted and grabbed his shoulders. "Stiles?"
He immediately tore open his eyes and took a huge gulp of air, before starting to breathe shallowly. It burned and he still couldn't quite focus his eyes on anything, the world around him was so blurry. But the person in front of him-he thought it might be Derek-kept telling him to breathe out deeply, to slow down, and so he did.
His vision was still a little blurry around the edges, which was annoying as fuck, but Stiles could deal. At least he didn't suffocate.
Derek stared into his eyes with a panicked expression on his face. It would have looked kinda hilarious if Stiles didn't feel like he had just surfaced from deep waters after spending half an hour down there without an oxygen tank. He was still breathing heavily, though he could now focus on Derek's face. Which was a really pretty face. And oh, he must have suffered a bad lack of oxygen to feel this woozy.
"Stiles, are you okay?" he heard Scott's voice from out of his vision, because Derek was cupping his face with his hands and didn't let him turn. Well, this way he could continue looking into Derek's pretty green eyes. They were quite fascinating with their speckles of brown and gold. And that brown ring around his iris. What was that called again? Central heterochromia? Something like that, he supposed.
"'M fine. Sorry," Stiles replied, because really? He should get himself together. So he raised his hand and poked at the back of Derek's hand, until the werewolf let go of his face. He had rather liked it, but they weren't exactly alone. The hand on his shoulder, however, remained.
"Oh shit." Stiles didn't manage to hold that back, then he turned towards the other people in the room and noticed that The Avengers (their third movie, after Lydia had gotten her way with the first being The Notebook) was still running when he heard a particularly loud explosion. He must have fallen asleep somewhere after the beginning.
Everyone stared, which was hardly surprising, considering he had just seemed like he was having a panic attack. In front of the whole freaking pack. If there was a moment when Stiles wished the ground could swallow him, this was it.
"Stiles, did you have another... you know," Scott asked, quirking his brows, and Stiles sighed. There was no use in hiding it from the rest of them. They had witnessed it, and telling them it was a nightmare would probably be better than to have them believe it was a panic attack.
"Yeah, it was another nightmare." He caught Allison's worried gaze before averting his eyes.
"How often did you have those nightmares in the past week now?" Lydia asked him, lips pursed and eyes narrowed in serious thought. Stiles pondered that, and a terrible thought struck him.
"The first nightmare happened the night before Derek told me about the deaths," Stiles said and looked at Derek, who looked back at him, still as close as he had been before. "And you said the victims suffered breathing trouble and panic attacks before their deaths? I mean, I couldn't breathe when I had that nightmare at Scott's, and right now too..."
There was a gasp from somewhere and Derek's expression hardened. Stiles could see how his jaw tensed and his grip on Stiles's shoulder tightened. It was nice that he was worried, but his grip was kinda painful, so Stiles wriggled a little till Derek got the hint and softened it, but didn't let go.
"But it doesn't make sense, does it?" Isaac cut in, "You were here all this time. We would have noticed someone or something sneaking in."
"Unless it's a witch who used magic," Kira provided, then looked awkward because she seemed to realize she had done nothing to make the situation better. It was the truth, though, and Stiles couldn't fault her for that. Actually, it was what would help them more than any sugar-coating.
"We need to see Deaton again first thing in the morning," Scott said then, his face just as steely as Derek's. His tone of voice brooked no objections, and this time, Stiles was more than eager to comply. If this had anything to do with their new case, he'd rather find out as early as possible. Despite what his recklessness sometimes might suggest, he did not have a death wish.
"Yeah, I guess we do."
Team: Erato
Challenge: Angst - Atemlos
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Derek (+ Pack)
Wörter: 913
A/N: Der zehnte Teil, und die Story will mal wieder nicht wie ich will. Da will ich ne fluffige Movie-Night und meine Muse macht Angst draus. *Haare rauf*
Teil 1 | Teil 2 | Teil 3 | Teil 4 | Teil 5 | Teil 6 | Teil 7 | Teil 8 | Teil 9
Alternativ Kapitel 1 (Teil 1-5) @AO3 oder @LJ
When Stiles woke up this time, he had a ringing in his ears, his heart was trying to beat itself out of his chest and he couldn't breathe again. He didn't remember much from the nightmare he'd just had, only dim memories of something dark and the nogitsune's voice taunting him again with threats of you are running out of time, Stiles. But his current inability to breathe was the more pressing matter right now. He was curled against a warm body and the left side of his face was smashed into someone's shoulder and his eyes were still closed. When he tried, he couldn't open them. In fact, his whole body felt like he was paralyzed with kanima poison again. Everything was so suffocating and he really didn't want to die like this right now, because suffocation fucking hurt like hell, and he'd had enough of hurting, but the paralysis even kept back the tears of frustration he wanted to shed.
Until the person he was leaning against shifted and grabbed his shoulders. "Stiles?"
He immediately tore open his eyes and took a huge gulp of air, before starting to breathe shallowly. It burned and he still couldn't quite focus his eyes on anything, the world around him was so blurry. But the person in front of him-he thought it might be Derek-kept telling him to breathe out deeply, to slow down, and so he did.
His vision was still a little blurry around the edges, which was annoying as fuck, but Stiles could deal. At least he didn't suffocate.
Derek stared into his eyes with a panicked expression on his face. It would have looked kinda hilarious if Stiles didn't feel like he had just surfaced from deep waters after spending half an hour down there without an oxygen tank. He was still breathing heavily, though he could now focus on Derek's face. Which was a really pretty face. And oh, he must have suffered a bad lack of oxygen to feel this woozy.
"Stiles, are you okay?" he heard Scott's voice from out of his vision, because Derek was cupping his face with his hands and didn't let him turn. Well, this way he could continue looking into Derek's pretty green eyes. They were quite fascinating with their speckles of brown and gold. And that brown ring around his iris. What was that called again? Central heterochromia? Something like that, he supposed.
"'M fine. Sorry," Stiles replied, because really? He should get himself together. So he raised his hand and poked at the back of Derek's hand, until the werewolf let go of his face. He had rather liked it, but they weren't exactly alone. The hand on his shoulder, however, remained.
"Oh shit." Stiles didn't manage to hold that back, then he turned towards the other people in the room and noticed that The Avengers (their third movie, after Lydia had gotten her way with the first being The Notebook) was still running when he heard a particularly loud explosion. He must have fallen asleep somewhere after the beginning.
Everyone stared, which was hardly surprising, considering he had just seemed like he was having a panic attack. In front of the whole freaking pack. If there was a moment when Stiles wished the ground could swallow him, this was it.
"Stiles, did you have another... you know," Scott asked, quirking his brows, and Stiles sighed. There was no use in hiding it from the rest of them. They had witnessed it, and telling them it was a nightmare would probably be better than to have them believe it was a panic attack.
"Yeah, it was another nightmare." He caught Allison's worried gaze before averting his eyes.
"How often did you have those nightmares in the past week now?" Lydia asked him, lips pursed and eyes narrowed in serious thought. Stiles pondered that, and a terrible thought struck him.
"The first nightmare happened the night before Derek told me about the deaths," Stiles said and looked at Derek, who looked back at him, still as close as he had been before. "And you said the victims suffered breathing trouble and panic attacks before their deaths? I mean, I couldn't breathe when I had that nightmare at Scott's, and right now too..."
There was a gasp from somewhere and Derek's expression hardened. Stiles could see how his jaw tensed and his grip on Stiles's shoulder tightened. It was nice that he was worried, but his grip was kinda painful, so Stiles wriggled a little till Derek got the hint and softened it, but didn't let go.
"But it doesn't make sense, does it?" Isaac cut in, "You were here all this time. We would have noticed someone or something sneaking in."
"Unless it's a witch who used magic," Kira provided, then looked awkward because she seemed to realize she had done nothing to make the situation better. It was the truth, though, and Stiles couldn't fault her for that. Actually, it was what would help them more than any sugar-coating.
"We need to see Deaton again first thing in the morning," Scott said then, his face just as steely as Derek's. His tone of voice brooked no objections, and this time, Stiles was more than eager to comply. If this had anything to do with their new case, he'd rather find out as early as possible. Despite what his recklessness sometimes might suggest, he did not have a death wish.
"Yeah, I guess we do."