Fic: I Never Believed in Fate
Author: midnightwolf414
Title: I Never Believed in Fate
Rating: Teen
Pairing/s: Stiles/Malia
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate
Summary: Stiles never believed in fate, well not until possible right now.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Submission Type: Fic
Word Count: 1936
Prompt: Fate
Author's Notes: None
After everything that had happened, Stiles didn't believe in fate.
If he believed in fate then he'd have to believe that fate had taken his mom from him, turned his best friend into a werewolf, killed Erica and Boyd for no reason, possessed him with a nogitsune, and killed Allison. He refused to believe that all of this was a sick joke that fate was playing on him, his friends, and his family.
He just couldn't accept that fate was anything more than a fleeting hope created by desperate people who needed to believe that what happened to them was always destined to happen. Yes, everything that had happened in his life was mostly out of his control but that didn't mean it was always fated to happen. No one but themselves had dragged them to the woods that night. Scott could have said no, could have gone back inside instead of followed Stiles. Stiles could have not eavesdropped on his dad and he could have stayed home. There were so many things that he could have done different and the outcome would have been different.
Fate was a cop out for denying that free will got people into bad situations or gave someone something good. Fate was simply people denying their choices where what got them where they were, like saying his Jeep didn't take him to school when obviously it did.
Fate wasn't real. Not in the world Stiles lived in. Never in the world Stiles lived in.
But there were fleeting moments in his life where he thought that just maybe there was such a thing as fate. They were few and far between, those moments, and usually passed without him paying them much thought. If he allowed himself to believe in fate he knew that he would probably go insane. He knew that as surely as he knew there was no way to turn back time and go back to how life was before all this craziness started.
So he tried to ignore it, brushing off thoughts that maybe there was something larger out there playing some kind of role in whatever fucked up thing happened next in his life. He didn't want to think that there was something out there making his life, and the life of everyone else, a giant game of Sims. To think of it like that...it made him shudder just thinking about it.
Yet, as things leveled out and began to normalize after all the shit that had happened to them in the last year or so, Stiles felt himself slipping into believing that maybe fate could be a real thing, that THIS was fate, not the screwed up thing that had happened but the peaceful aftermath. He thought that maybe, while curled into the girl he found himself loving, that fate was a real thing.
Maybe he was fated to go through hell to get to the point where he could lay peacefully on his bed with a girl without worrying if some sort of monster was going to pop out of the shadows. Maybe it was fate that gave him Malia and the interesting things that came with her.
To think of it that way...had everything he suffered--everything his friends had suffered--been leading to the point where he was now? Was everything a form of fate? Because if he believed that where he was now was fated to happen then everything had to be fated to happen, everything from his mom dieing to Allison being killed. He refuse to believe two strong woman he cared so much about had died so early because it was fated. How could he possibly believe one thing was fated but not another?
"You're thinking," Malia murmured against his neck, her voice sleepy and mixed with frustration and concern. Malia liked sleep and didn't like being woken up.
Stiles wanted to chuckle. It was so like her to point something out rather than just ask what was wrong. He liked that, the straightforwardness. However, he decided to see if he could get away with lying. He wasn't a fan of what he was thinking. "No I'm not, I'm sleeping."
Malia huffed, slightly offended at his blatant lie. "You're tense and you keep fidgeting like you do when you're studying," she pointed out as she moved to sit up, unfurling herself from him. "What are you thinking about?"
Knowing that he was caught and that she rarely let anything go without a straight answer, he resigned himself to telling her what was on his mind. He couldn't exactly lie to a werecoyote, that and she knew him to well. He'd already tried lying and that had worked amazingly.
Pulling himself up to a sitting position, he sat there for a moment.
Frustrated, Malia wiggled herself around until she was positioned between his legs with her back against his chest. She was trying to learn to be patient, having figured out that sometimes people didn't often want to talk about or do things. She had figured out patience when it came to conversation but patience for things and actions were two completely different topics. She hadn't quite mastered patience but when it came to Stiles it was easier.
So she waited, knowing he would talk if she just sat there with him for long enough. He always did. He was a talker, she'd learned that early on in their relationship.
Despite her annoyance with being woken up by Stiles twitching and fidgeting, she liked this. She liked being wrapped in his arms in the dark, safe, secure, and sound. He might be human but she trusted him to keep her safe. He had helped bring her back from being a coyote, though Scott had done the hard part, and he'd been there for her at Eichen House. He was a safe haven, someone she cared about more than she thought she could after being in her coyote form for so long. She loved him if she was being honest. She loved Stiles.
She hadn't been old enough to know what fate was when she'd turned into a coyote and when she'd been turned back she hadn't understood the concept of fate. She had been for so long in that mindset of an animal that fate wasn't something that existed in her world. Being human now gave her a higher thought process and allowed her to grasp what fate meant. The question she had recently started to ask herself was did she believe in fate?
She wasn't so sure, but she knew that if fate was a real thing than she was happy fate brought her to Stiles as she relaxed against him.
"Now who's thinking?" Stiles chuckled from behind her. He nuzzled at her neck and she sighed contentedly. She loved cuddling and so did Stiles.
"I asked you first," she whispered into the dark. She was tired still but whatever was keeping Stiles up had to be important if he couldn't sleep.
Stiles chuckled again. "I never asked what you where thinking Malia," he corrected lightly and gave her a squeeze until she laughed softly in the darkness of his room.
She snuggled into him, a little closer than she had been before. "But you want to know." He was just as curious as he was talkative. She just had to bait him a little.
"Of course I do," he said laying his chin on the crown of her head in a position that should have been uncomfortable but wasn't.
"I was thinking about how I don't know if I believe in fate, but I like the idea of fate bringing you to me, or me to you. Whichever way you want to view it," she explained without being prompted verbally, his silence was enough of a prompt. She figured if she shared without being directly asked then maybe he would too. She'd seen it before, when watching people at school or just out. People shared things.
Stiles gave a barking laugh. He kept laughing for a full minute and she found herself starting to feel offended. If his arms weren't tightly wrapped around her she would have gotten off the bed and gone to sit on a chair or the floor.
"Sorry, sorry," he repeated for a few seconds as his laughing quieted down.
"I'm not laughing at you, I promise. I'm laughing because I was thinking almost the same thing." He tightened his hold around her as she settled down again, her feathers no longer ruffled so to speak. Now she was curious more so than she was offended.
"I don't believe in fate Malia. It's not fate that my mom died, that Scott was bitten, that Erica and Boyd died, that I was possessed by a goddamn nogitsune, that Allison died, that the deadpool was put together. None of that can be fate because it's all bad. All that stuff, why would any divine power put people though that kind of pain because it's fate?" he asked hypothetically. "If that is all fate then I don't want to be here any more. I don't want to be fate's bitch. But...lets just say if I did, or do, believe in any kind of fate it would be whatever brought me to you." He finished by kissing the top of her head lightly.
They remained quiet, just sitting with one another, as they allowed what they had just said and admitted to sink in. Stiles, while more open with emotions than Malia, was still uncomfortable with actually voicing them. It had taken a lot of might on his part to once admit to Lydia that he'd thought himself in love with her since the third grade and look how that had turned out. They were friends now but he knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.
"I love you," Malia suddenly blurted from nowhere.
Stiles blinked rapidly, hoping he had heard correctly. "You do know what you just said, right?" he asked for clarification.
Malia nodded, not bothering to tilt her head back. "I said that I love you. I might have spent the better part of my childhood as a coyote but I still understand love. I had a mom and sister and my dad," she paused. "Not Peter."
Stiles laughed suddenly at the way she said it. "Of course not. Peter is horrible."
"Duh," she giggled, before sighing. "But I do love you Stiles." She didn't expect to hear it said back though she knew it would be nice. She'd learned a lot from talking with Lydia and Kira.
"I love you too," he finally did say much to her surprise.
She sprung up suddenly and stood in front of Stiles on her knees. She was still positioned between his legs but she was now looking him in the eyes. She searched for someway to tell if he was lying. Listening to his heart revealed he was nervous and he smelled of a mix between arousal and stress.
He wasn't lying.
Throwing her arms around his next she captured his lips in surprise. She heard his gasp of shock but his hands wasted no time wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could get her. In the end, he managed to flip them over so that he had her on her back, their lips still fused together. They were both grinning to the point where the kisses were more teeth clashing together until they were laughing and just rolling around the bed happy to be with one another and know they were loved.
Title: I Never Believed in Fate
Rating: Teen
Pairing/s: Stiles/Malia
Character/s: Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate
Summary: Stiles never believed in fate, well not until possible right now.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4
Submission Type: Fic
Word Count: 1936
Prompt: Fate
Author's Notes: None
After everything that had happened, Stiles didn't believe in fate.
If he believed in fate then he'd have to believe that fate had taken his mom from him, turned his best friend into a werewolf, killed Erica and Boyd for no reason, possessed him with a nogitsune, and killed Allison. He refused to believe that all of this was a sick joke that fate was playing on him, his friends, and his family.
He just couldn't accept that fate was anything more than a fleeting hope created by desperate people who needed to believe that what happened to them was always destined to happen. Yes, everything that had happened in his life was mostly out of his control but that didn't mean it was always fated to happen. No one but themselves had dragged them to the woods that night. Scott could have said no, could have gone back inside instead of followed Stiles. Stiles could have not eavesdropped on his dad and he could have stayed home. There were so many things that he could have done different and the outcome would have been different.
Fate was a cop out for denying that free will got people into bad situations or gave someone something good. Fate was simply people denying their choices where what got them where they were, like saying his Jeep didn't take him to school when obviously it did.
Fate wasn't real. Not in the world Stiles lived in. Never in the world Stiles lived in.
But there were fleeting moments in his life where he thought that just maybe there was such a thing as fate. They were few and far between, those moments, and usually passed without him paying them much thought. If he allowed himself to believe in fate he knew that he would probably go insane. He knew that as surely as he knew there was no way to turn back time and go back to how life was before all this craziness started.
So he tried to ignore it, brushing off thoughts that maybe there was something larger out there playing some kind of role in whatever fucked up thing happened next in his life. He didn't want to think that there was something out there making his life, and the life of everyone else, a giant game of Sims. To think of it like that...it made him shudder just thinking about it.
Yet, as things leveled out and began to normalize after all the shit that had happened to them in the last year or so, Stiles felt himself slipping into believing that maybe fate could be a real thing, that THIS was fate, not the screwed up thing that had happened but the peaceful aftermath. He thought that maybe, while curled into the girl he found himself loving, that fate was a real thing.
Maybe he was fated to go through hell to get to the point where he could lay peacefully on his bed with a girl without worrying if some sort of monster was going to pop out of the shadows. Maybe it was fate that gave him Malia and the interesting things that came with her.
To think of it that way...had everything he suffered--everything his friends had suffered--been leading to the point where he was now? Was everything a form of fate? Because if he believed that where he was now was fated to happen then everything had to be fated to happen, everything from his mom dieing to Allison being killed. He refuse to believe two strong woman he cared so much about had died so early because it was fated. How could he possibly believe one thing was fated but not another?
"You're thinking," Malia murmured against his neck, her voice sleepy and mixed with frustration and concern. Malia liked sleep and didn't like being woken up.
Stiles wanted to chuckle. It was so like her to point something out rather than just ask what was wrong. He liked that, the straightforwardness. However, he decided to see if he could get away with lying. He wasn't a fan of what he was thinking. "No I'm not, I'm sleeping."
Malia huffed, slightly offended at his blatant lie. "You're tense and you keep fidgeting like you do when you're studying," she pointed out as she moved to sit up, unfurling herself from him. "What are you thinking about?"
Knowing that he was caught and that she rarely let anything go without a straight answer, he resigned himself to telling her what was on his mind. He couldn't exactly lie to a werecoyote, that and she knew him to well. He'd already tried lying and that had worked amazingly.
Pulling himself up to a sitting position, he sat there for a moment.
Frustrated, Malia wiggled herself around until she was positioned between his legs with her back against his chest. She was trying to learn to be patient, having figured out that sometimes people didn't often want to talk about or do things. She had figured out patience when it came to conversation but patience for things and actions were two completely different topics. She hadn't quite mastered patience but when it came to Stiles it was easier.
So she waited, knowing he would talk if she just sat there with him for long enough. He always did. He was a talker, she'd learned that early on in their relationship.
Despite her annoyance with being woken up by Stiles twitching and fidgeting, she liked this. She liked being wrapped in his arms in the dark, safe, secure, and sound. He might be human but she trusted him to keep her safe. He had helped bring her back from being a coyote, though Scott had done the hard part, and he'd been there for her at Eichen House. He was a safe haven, someone she cared about more than she thought she could after being in her coyote form for so long. She loved him if she was being honest. She loved Stiles.
She hadn't been old enough to know what fate was when she'd turned into a coyote and when she'd been turned back she hadn't understood the concept of fate. She had been for so long in that mindset of an animal that fate wasn't something that existed in her world. Being human now gave her a higher thought process and allowed her to grasp what fate meant. The question she had recently started to ask herself was did she believe in fate?
She wasn't so sure, but she knew that if fate was a real thing than she was happy fate brought her to Stiles as she relaxed against him.
"Now who's thinking?" Stiles chuckled from behind her. He nuzzled at her neck and she sighed contentedly. She loved cuddling and so did Stiles.
"I asked you first," she whispered into the dark. She was tired still but whatever was keeping Stiles up had to be important if he couldn't sleep.
Stiles chuckled again. "I never asked what you where thinking Malia," he corrected lightly and gave her a squeeze until she laughed softly in the darkness of his room.
She snuggled into him, a little closer than she had been before. "But you want to know." He was just as curious as he was talkative. She just had to bait him a little.
"Of course I do," he said laying his chin on the crown of her head in a position that should have been uncomfortable but wasn't.
"I was thinking about how I don't know if I believe in fate, but I like the idea of fate bringing you to me, or me to you. Whichever way you want to view it," she explained without being prompted verbally, his silence was enough of a prompt. She figured if she shared without being directly asked then maybe he would too. She'd seen it before, when watching people at school or just out. People shared things.
Stiles gave a barking laugh. He kept laughing for a full minute and she found herself starting to feel offended. If his arms weren't tightly wrapped around her she would have gotten off the bed and gone to sit on a chair or the floor.
"Sorry, sorry," he repeated for a few seconds as his laughing quieted down.
"I'm not laughing at you, I promise. I'm laughing because I was thinking almost the same thing." He tightened his hold around her as she settled down again, her feathers no longer ruffled so to speak. Now she was curious more so than she was offended.
"I don't believe in fate Malia. It's not fate that my mom died, that Scott was bitten, that Erica and Boyd died, that I was possessed by a goddamn nogitsune, that Allison died, that the deadpool was put together. None of that can be fate because it's all bad. All that stuff, why would any divine power put people though that kind of pain because it's fate?" he asked hypothetically. "If that is all fate then I don't want to be here any more. I don't want to be fate's bitch. But...lets just say if I did, or do, believe in any kind of fate it would be whatever brought me to you." He finished by kissing the top of her head lightly.
They remained quiet, just sitting with one another, as they allowed what they had just said and admitted to sink in. Stiles, while more open with emotions than Malia, was still uncomfortable with actually voicing them. It had taken a lot of might on his part to once admit to Lydia that he'd thought himself in love with her since the third grade and look how that had turned out. They were friends now but he knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.
"I love you," Malia suddenly blurted from nowhere.
Stiles blinked rapidly, hoping he had heard correctly. "You do know what you just said, right?" he asked for clarification.
Malia nodded, not bothering to tilt her head back. "I said that I love you. I might have spent the better part of my childhood as a coyote but I still understand love. I had a mom and sister and my dad," she paused. "Not Peter."
Stiles laughed suddenly at the way she said it. "Of course not. Peter is horrible."
"Duh," she giggled, before sighing. "But I do love you Stiles." She didn't expect to hear it said back though she knew it would be nice. She'd learned a lot from talking with Lydia and Kira.
"I love you too," he finally did say much to her surprise.
She sprung up suddenly and stood in front of Stiles on her knees. She was still positioned between his legs but she was now looking him in the eyes. She searched for someway to tell if he was lying. Listening to his heart revealed he was nervous and he smelled of a mix between arousal and stress.
He wasn't lying.
Throwing her arms around his next she captured his lips in surprise. She heard his gasp of shock but his hands wasted no time wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could get her. In the end, he managed to flip them over so that he had her on her back, their lips still fused together. They were both grinning to the point where the kisses were more teeth clashing together until they were laughing and just rolling around the bed happy to be with one another and know they were loved.