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dereksinferno:
Au in which Stiles goes back in time and tells himself not to go looking for the body in the woods that night.
And Stiles listens.
The appropriated police scanner is spitting out new information about the search for half a body, how cool is that, when there’s a flash of light and a bang. Stiles looks up from his video game, and there’s a someone falling to his bedroom floor, someone bleeding heavily, blood gurgling out of his mouth, strange runic marks tattooed on his bare arms, glowing, and Stiles drops his controller in shock.
"What’s the date," the stranger spits out, propping himself up just barely, limbs trembling with weakness. And for some reason Stiles knows- it’s not a stranger, it couldn’t be- it’s like looking into a terrifying mirror, his own face, skin drawn with tired bags under his eyes, older, filled out with lean, corded muscle- a Stiles of maybe twenty, if it is a Stiles, radiating a dark magical tension that Stiles didn’t know was possible.
Stiles gives him the date, watching as his shoulders slump in relief. “It’s tonight, then. Don’t go looking for that body in the woods with Scott. Trust me.”
A thousand questions rise to Stiles’ lips, like who are you and what are you doing here and most importantly how are you here and then there’s the pervading question looming largest of all, Are you future me? What happens, that gets so bad that-
Stiles doesn’t get a chance to ask any of these, because the other Stiles (and somehow he knows this is true, despite having no proof or word, there’s a gut feeling that tells him to trust his words beyond all else) just nods at him, and disappears in another flash of light.
Stiles almost dismisses it as a stress-induced hallucination, except that the blood soaking into his floor is very, very real.
So he doesn’t head over to Scott’s.
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Posted in full at: http://eemilyvr1.tumblr.com/post/97855875711
dereksinferno:
Au in which Stiles goes back in time and tells himself not to go looking for the body in the woods that night.
And Stiles listens.
The appropriated police scanner is spitting out new information about the search for half a body, how cool is that, when there’s a flash of light and a bang. Stiles looks up from his video game, and there’s a someone falling to his bedroom floor, someone bleeding heavily, blood gurgling out of his mouth, strange runic marks tattooed on his bare arms, glowing, and Stiles drops his controller in shock.
"What’s the date," the stranger spits out, propping himself up just barely, limbs trembling with weakness. And for some reason Stiles knows- it’s not a stranger, it couldn’t be- it’s like looking into a terrifying mirror, his own face, skin drawn with tired bags under his eyes, older, filled out with lean, corded muscle- a Stiles of maybe twenty, if it is a Stiles, radiating a dark magical tension that Stiles didn’t know was possible.
Stiles gives him the date, watching as his shoulders slump in relief. “It’s tonight, then. Don’t go looking for that body in the woods with Scott. Trust me.”
A thousand questions rise to Stiles’ lips, like who are you and what are you doing here and most importantly how are you here and then there’s the pervading question looming largest of all, Are you future me? What happens, that gets so bad that-
Stiles doesn’t get a chance to ask any of these, because the other Stiles (and somehow he knows this is true, despite having no proof or word, there’s a gut feeling that tells him to trust his words beyond all else) just nods at him, and disappears in another flash of light.
Stiles almost dismisses it as a stress-induced hallucination, except that the blood soaking into his floor is very, very real.
So he doesn’t head over to Scott’s.
Read More
Posted in full at: http://eemilyvr1.tumblr.com/post/97855875711