DEREK/STILES AND DYLAN/TYLER H POST!

[lycanon]

Flat view?
Light format?

Previous prompting posts: round one, round one favorites, round two, round two recs and favorites, round three, spoilery prompt post, the other pairings post, and the gen and pack fic post.

This meme is closed. Please see tnw_kinkmeme for your Teen Wolf kink needs.

These posts will remain open to preserve the fic contained within.

Comments

FILL: Time For Mourning [5/?]

[ziusura]

This is probably the last of it for today. More should come tomorrow. With plot, yay!
------

“But Stiles, you are dead.”

Stiles stilled. He knew that. He was dead. Stiles wanted to punch something, anything, and scream. He wanted to laugh and cry and hurt someone. He was dead and he never thought he would ever mourn himself.

“I know,” he said and the words hung heavy in the air, thick and just as intangible as his leftover dreams. “Please get off me.”

Derek grunted and pushed off of Stiles’ shoulder to lean on the wall just inside of the room, arms crossed over his chest. He still didn’t trust that Stiles was Stiles; his claws were visible on one of his hands and he held them out to threaten Stiles, or whatever he thought was possessing Stiles. But nothing was possessing Stiles but his own grief.

Stiles fell to the floor immediately, his legs strong enough to hold him up but his will too weak. He was still wearing the freaking hospital gown and had no doubt Derek could see up it if he wanted to, but he didn’t care. It was just dead people junk anyway because Stiles was dead.

“Why…” he started, but he couldn’t finish it. Why am I dead?

“We don’t know.” Derek swallowed and shifted feet. “You weren’t at school today and Scott went to find out why. Found you dead in your bed.” Derek paused, his head quirking to the side like a dog’s when it heard someone shuffling in the kitchen. He continued as if he never stopped. “Immediately called an ambulance even though he already knew you were gone. Your dad got there before the ambulance did.”

Fuck. His dad. Stiles brought his hands to his head and rubbed furiously at the peach fuzz there. He wanted to cry but his body wouldn’t let him. Screw dignity. Dignity didn’t matter when you were dead.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of someone climbing the stairs. It was Isaac, and Stiles shifted his legs so his hospital gown didn’t show off the downstairs business because Isaac went to his school and talked to people he knew, and somehow that was more frightening than Derek seeing. Probably because Derek was a broody loner. He only had the house to tell.

“Derek!” He shouted and Derek shifted so Isaac could see him in the room. “It’s Stiles. His body is gone.”

Derek huffs and points down at Stiles on the floor. “I know.”

Peter strolled in after Isaac and took one look at Stiles before raising an eyebrow at Derek. “Well isn’t this a predicament.”