Series: Full Moon Fic(let)
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Fandom(s): Teen Wolf
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Chris Argent
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent
Tags: Full Moon Ficlet, One-Shot, Angst, Thoughts of Suicide, Established Relationship
Summary: Stiles never thought he would see this. He had always thought he knew what color his eyes would be when he finally gave in and got the bite or was bitten to save his life.
Word Count: 3,853
Notes: One-Shot for Full Moon Ficlet. No more will be written for this.
Stiles looked at his face in the mirror. He had been expecting a lot of issues, but there were none. He had seen Scott after he changed. Liam and his anger issues. Malia after she was in her human body. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd’s issues in the train car he had only heard about secondhand from Derek once when he was drunk on the wolfsbane alcohol that Stiles had learned how to make after visiting Mexico City and nearly being adopted by a pack there.
A creak from the porcelain under him had Stiles letting go of the sink. He looked down at the blood that he could see in the sink and then up at his face where the cut was gone, but just the blood was left from cutting himself with a razor. The blood wasn’t giving him an issue, which was strange as it normally would. The sight of blood, especially his own, tended to make him throw up. Even the smell wasn’t bothering him.
There was a pounding in his head, and it took him few seconds to realize that it wasn’t his blood pumping through his veins but someone banging on his door. No one should have come here. His friends in New York thought he was in Beacon Hills; those in Beacon Hills thought he was staying with a friend in Florida for the holiday. The friend who was supposed to be in Florida to see, he had just ghosted. Well, no, he had said shitty things to him and then ghosted him, making him think he didn’t want him anymore. It was better for everyone because he had never wanted to be a Werewolf. Or a Were-whatever the fuck he was.
Other than his father, only one person had a key, and Derek arriving here in New York to find Stiles was the least possible scenario. He was safe. He looked at where he had laid out the wolfsbane, handling it with gloves to make it easier to end things later. The more was in his system at the same time, the easier his death would be.
The only thing he had to wait on was the people at his door. He needed to make sure that whoever it was left him. His magic was still active in the apartment. No one would be able to smell hear that he was home. He reached inside, trying to touch that spark again, but it was gone, snuffed out in the wake of the turning bite. He just wanted to feel that again. He was worthless without his magic, and it had been nearly a month since he had last touched it. He had survived his first turning, his first full moon since his apartment was set to help wolves through it. He had been helping a few traumatized people in New York get a grip on the attacks that had been happening.
The only good thing to come of it all was he had killed the Alpha, who had been terrorizing the city, turning people left and right. He had killed the Alpha and not become one himself; he had fought that with all of the magic he had.
Stiles jerked back as the door slammed open, and there was Derek; he growled and then flinched back. Stiles rushed away from the man, tripping into the tub.
“Get in here; he’s got wolfsbane.”
Stiles pulled the curtain down with him as he went backward, falling all the way into the tub. He didn’t try and move; he hoped that maybe Derek would forget he was here. The scent of the bathroom changed, and despite never having smelled him in person, Stiles knew precisely who that was. Chris. He swallowed as his body wanted to surge up and bury his face in his neck. He stayed where he was, though.
Chris came in, and Stiles tracked him by the sound of the beat of his heart. He was quick in cleaning up the wolfsbane that Stiles had been planning to use.
Derek was the one that pushed the curtain off Stiles and looked down at him. Stiles started to get up, but Derek didn’t move to allow him to do so. Stiles started to get angry, and he felt his fangs come down.
“Let me up,” Stiles said.
“No, not until you tell me what the hell is going on. Your father texted me when Chris asked him what was going on with you ghosting him after ending things with him.”
Stiles lost what little grip there was on the tub and slipped back down into it, hitting his head off the back. The pain was there, and then it faded as his healing started to take care of it. Chris had never talked about telling anyone. Stiles knew that he had become someone that his father didn’t like anymore; he had gotten too hard after a few years in the FBI, taking on the worst of the worst when it came to supernatural crimes in the world and turning jaded in a way that his father didn’t approve of. They only talked every once in a while. Sleeping with a man who was old enough to have fathered him, well, that would be the end of it all. There was no way that Chris had told his father, was there?
“I don’t need you,” Stiles said.
Derek’s eyes bled to red, and Stiles felt fear grip his stomach. He remembered red eyes in the dark that had attacked him. He also remembered fighting with all he had, getting a few good blows in after being bitten. He had been able to find his knife after the blitz attack where he had been bitten. Then Stiles had won. He had gotten his knife in the side of the Alpha, and then he had just kept on stabbing him over and over again. The blood that had gotten on him had been massive. He wondered if that was where he stopped being freaked out by blood.
“I think you need me more than you know. We’ve got just three weeks until the full moon,” Derek said.
“I was bitten three weeks ago, Derek. I’ve already made it through my first full moon.” Stiles looked up at where the curtain rod had thankfully just come down and hadn’t ripped out of the wall. He could pick it up, hit Derek hard enough to make him go down, and then he could run. He knew things he could do to kill himself. He doesn’t want a life like this.
Just as Stiles was about to figure out what he wanted to do and if he could make it past Chris, Chris yelled.
“I closed the Mountain Ash line,” Chris said as he came into the bathroom to stand behind Derek.
“Good. He can’t cross that.”
“I’m not a danger to anyone,” Stiles said.
“Only to yourself. Do not make me be the one to tell your father you killed yourself,” Derek said.
Stiles just looked away from him. Derek looked up to Noah Stilinski. Of course, he would think Stiles’ father would be upset when he really, really wouldn’t. He would be happy that his fuck up of a son was gone from his life. He wouldn’t have to worry about anything darkening his doorstep again.
“You were bleeding,” Chris said as he crouched at Stiles’ side, acting like he was going to touch.
Stiles jerked back as soon as the hand reached out. The hand closed into a fist.
“It’s not nothing,” Chris said. He dropped his hand down to rest on the edge of the tub.
The tub was huge, big enough to fit them both. It had fit them both before. Stiles had bought the place because of the huge clawfoot tub. There was a shower in the corner, stand up and closed in, and he used it mostly, but this tub was the place where he could just relax when he was home from a case, usually with Chris there to work the soreness out of his muscles.
When it had happened the first time, Stiles had freaked out. It wasn’t supposed to turn into love, but for him, it had. He knew that Chris didn’t feel the same. No one could love Stiles.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Chris asked.
“Why are they gold?” Stiles asked.
“You’ve never killed an innocent,” Derek said.
“Not, but the Nogitsune did, and he was in my body. Jackson’s eyes were blue.”
“Jackson had a lot of issues.” Derek crouched on Stiles’ other side like they were boxing him in.
Stiles felt like wrapping the curtain around himself. “Why can’t you just leave?”
“Stiles, no one wants you to die,” Chris said.
“Well, you got part of that statement right. Just take off the last two words.”
“Shit,” Derek said.
“That’s it,” Chris said. He stood up and marched out of the room.
Stiles listened to him as he moved to the door and then left.
“Just leave,” Stiles said.
“Don’t do anything more stupid than you were already doing when I got here,” Derek said. He only went as far as the living room thought, texting away. Stiles could hear the haptic feedback as he typed. Derek was trapped in there with Stiles. Neither of them was leaving.
Stiles decided that staying in the bathtub was not something he wanted to do, so he got up, fixing the curtain and curtain rod as he did. He looked around to make sure nothing else was disturbed. He exited the bathroom and looked at Derek, who was in the kitchen area, before heading to the bedroom. He lay on the bed, covering up his head with his pillow. He could ignore them. They would leave. They would leave him behind, and he could end his suffering.
“He killed the Alpha in the area,” Chris said a few minutes later.
Stiles had hoped the pillow would stop him from listening.
“And his eyes are gold. So that means we know where my Alpha spark came from,” Derek said.
Stiles had wondered about that, but he assumed that since he wasn’t a wolf when he killed him, not all the way it had passed onto someone else in the pack.
“Yes,” Chris said.
“It was bloody. He had support, but it was too far away, and he was attacked. He killed the Alpha and started to heal using magic. Only, he’s isolated himself so much that no one knows more. The Gajos are worried.”
“Which is why they called you. I never understood why they would care. It’s been the biggest block on this.”
“Stiles will probably be pissed about me telling you, but his mother’s maiden name is Gajos,” Chris said.
Stiles sat up in bed. He had never told Chris that. He had never talked about that part of his connection to the supernatural with anyone. He had found out only when he came to live here in New York that his aunt had sought him out.
“So, what do we do?”
“I have no clue. I’ve never seen him like this.” Chris sighed.
Stiles heard the movement as Chris moved around the place.
“He has no food. I’ll break the line, and you can go and get food. I’ll stay and try.”
Derek said nothing, but he left. A few minutes later, Chris was in the bedroom, lying down with Stiles. Stiles tried to fight out of Chris’ hold as soon as the older man wrapped an arm around him, but he only could do that if he hurt him. That wasn’t something that Stiles was willing to do. He wasn’t willing to hurt someone like Chris. Chris just hadn’t learned how much to let go with Stiles yet. He was still enamored in being in love.
“Come on, Stiles, talk to me. Tell me what is wrong. I know you don’t care about being a Werewolf. You might not have wanted to be one, but you don’t think you are a beast like Scott did.”
Stiles shook his head, and he buried his face into the pillow. He was so tired. He hadn’t been sleeping well since he had been turned. Controlling himself had been easy. He just wanted it all to go away.
“Sleep, Stiles; you’ll feel better when you wake up.”
Stiles huffed because waking up was never something that made anything better. He was still a Werewolf and still without his magic.
The sound of talking pulled Stiles out of his sleep. He pushed himself awake to listen to what they were saying. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes and noticed the sun peeking through the edges of the blackout curtains that had been pulled. He had put them in after he had a case that had been something he could only work at night. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to work nights. He had adjusted for that time period.
“So Noah doesn’t understand what is going on?” Derek asked.
“No. No one does. His bosses at work said that he’s been just fine at work. He had filed the status change with them, and they offered him rooms, but he passed their tests to allow him to try his first full moon here. He didn’t even make a peep over the full moon.”
“So, what are we missing?” Derek asked.
“I have no clue, Derek. It just doesn’t make sense, really. He works with, loves, and has loved shifters of all walks. I can’t understand why this is doing this.”
Stiles cocked his head to the side and traced the heartbeats. They were in the guest room. It made sense that Derek went to sleep there. The bed smelled like Chris, so he had stayed with Stiles most of the night.
Getting up off the bed, Stiles crept to the bedroom door. He looked around to make sure that nothing was in his path to the door. He touched the doorknob and turned it. Happy that the line was broken. He slipped out of the apartment. He had no clue where he was going to go, but there were ways to die.
Stiles stepped across the threshold, and he felt the shiver of magic over his body. He stopped and turned around, looking down. The line was not broken. He looked up in shock to see Derek and Chris looking at him, shock on their faces as well.
“Stiles,” Chris said.
“Don’t run,” Derek said.
Stiles crouched down, and he touched the line of powder on the ground. It broke on him as soon as he rubbed his finger through it. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he didn’t like it. This was supposed to be impossible.
“Chris?” Stiles asked.
“Come here,” Chris said, and he waved Stiles forward as he stepped forward as well.
“Oh, shit,” Derek said.
“What?” Chris asked.
“We were looking at it from the wrong way,” Derek said.
“My magic,” Stiles said.
“Yes. You lost it. You’ve made it your whole life. Shit.”
“Stiles, reach inside and touch it.”
“It’s not there,” Stiles said.
Chris grabbed Stiles’ cheeks and forced him to look at him. He glared at Chris, but Stiles started to feel like it wouldn’t hurt to do it as the man stared at him. He closed his eyes and reached down inside of himself. It wouldn’t hurt to do it. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. The spark that ignited his magic was gone. It had faded slowly as he had turned until it was snuffed out with his first shift into beta form.
Stiles huffed, but just as he was pulling back, he felt it. He gasped as the little flame wrapped around him like a blanket. The bit that was wrong with the world washed away in a deluge of flame. The Mountain Ash line snapped back to being as the rest of his spells all around the apartment flared to life as they were at full power again as the small spark became an inferno inside of Stiles.
“Shit,” Derek said.
“Stiles, look at me. Tell me how you are feeling,” Chris said.
“Whole and good. I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. You were dealing with this alone, and I knew you saying those words was out of character, but I assumed you freaked out for a different reason. It wasn’t until I talked to Derek and you hadn’t come home to Beacon Hills, and no one else had heard from you that I got worried, so we both flew out here.”
“I tried to do it, Chris. I tried to live without my magic, but I couldn’t.”
“No, baby, it’s fine.” Chris pulled Stiles into him, and he started to rock them back and forth.
Stiles had never felt so loved and so happy at the same time. His magic wasn’t all he was, but he hadn’t been able to live without it.
“Stiles, break the ash so that Derek can leave for a little while. He’s going to get breakfast.”
“Chris,” Derek said.
“I’ve got him. We can’t keep him here, and he’s less likely to hurt me when he runs.”
Derek nodded his head, and he moved to the door and waited for Stiles to think for a few seconds to break the line, then he was gone. Chris pulled at Stiles until they were seated on the couch with Stiles between Chris’ legs, his back pressed to Chris’ chest. It was a favorite position for them when they wanted to talk.
“What is going on with your father?” Chris asked.
Stiles shook his head. He didn’t want to talk about this. He would rather talk about how he had wanted to end his life.
“He said that you had been distant over the last while.”
“He didn’t want me to take this job. He didn’t like who it was turning me into. He wouldn’t like us either,” Stiles said.
“Stiles, I told him a year ago about it. He told me you had never brought me up, and he assumed that you weren’t ready to admit it. He was just waiting for you to be ready to talk to him about it. He pushed you into the relationship with Lydia, and you and she had issues from the start. He worried that he was part of what went wrong there.”
“No, it was that we were never going to be able to mesh. She needs her person to be too perfect, and I’m anything but. She didn’t want me in the FBI either. She thought that she could change me.”
“And I don’t want to change a thing about you, except maybe make you sleep more, but I can do that by just getting you into sex.”
“Oh, Gods, please, let’s not talk about sex while we are talking about my father.” Stiles turned a little to where he could press his lips to the underside of Chris’ jaw. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t tell us, and you and I will talk about that, but what happened after, that was something that even you couldn’t control. You have never asked for help when you need it. Usually, everyone is better at keeping track of you, but you pushed us all away just enough we didn’t check with each other.”
“I couldn’t live without it. Why did it take so long?” Stiles asked.
“You are a very interesting blend of magic and shifter. I have no clue what happened there. Your aunt might have a better clue on that.” Chris’ hand started to rub up and down his back.
“Derek’s calling the pack, isn’t he?”
“No, your father. He is on his way here. He’s going to stay with Derek in the hotel, not here. We are going to talk about everything. I had planned on being up here anyway, and then you dumped me over a text and then ghosted me. I was going to ask if I could move in with you. The hunters I was helping to train in Florida are all set up, and I think I want to put down roots somewhere.”
Stiles nodded. He wasn’t ready to think about that. He hadn’t thought about the future in a while. He had been too isolated in his head about how his life was over.
“And I think that you might need some help with that magic of yours, and I know a guy who might be willing to help train you.”
“Eh, I’ll get Helena and Adam to help me. If anyone knows about this happening before, she would, and Adam’s a good man.”
“He broke from that family, and I wish that I had been able to do that at his age,” Chris said.
“Hmm,” Stiles said. He had slept well despite not getting much sleep at all before that. It helped him look at everything with clearer eyes. He didn’t feel so worthless.
“Your boss wants to talk about getting you time off for the next little while. Your annual leave hasn’t happened yet, and you have more than enough vacation and comp time. So, he thinks that time off for this is a good idea since you didn’t take any just after you turned.”
“My wolf, or whatever I am, is a puppy. I had no issues with that.”
“Well, Peter did say you would make a magnificent wolf,” Chris said.
“Oh, please, he had no idea. He was insane at the time.”
“He’s said it after. He was always just pissed you were with Scott. Then you and he went on the outs when you refused to leave the FBI.”
Stiles didn’t miss Scott as much as he thought he would. He thought they were ride-or-die brothers until the end, but it was just until Stiles was no longer needed by him. Which was okay. Stiles did more to help the supernatural than Scott did.
“Don’t leave me,” Stiles said.
“I won’t. I love you, Stiles. I thought you knew that.”
Stiles shrugged. He hadn’t known that. He had thought he was the only one in love. Stiles had never had someone who loved him as much as he loved them. He knew that his relationship with Chris wasn’t exactly something that many would understand, but it seemed that Derek had no issues with it, and his father hadn’t killed Chris.
“I do now.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to say the words before this. I’m gonna be here for a while, though. Helena wants access to the Argent archives, so I was thinking of digitizing all of them while sticking around here. I know you have the stuff here for that, and I can use it on my profile I know you have set up for me.”
Stiles laughed a little at that. He thought about how the world looked a little new right now. “Don’t leave me.”
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