After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars❞ - Stephenie Meyer
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It was quiet, the pack was all looking at their alpha and his lunas. Stiles wasn't talking, he was just sitting there, in his head. Lydia, taking charge clears her throat. "We'll be outside, you three can talk." She says, getting up and dusting off her skirt.
"Wait, why?" Isaac asks.
"Babe, read the room." Danny whispers, grabbing the werewolf's hand and pulling him up before walking towards the door.
Malia looks to Liam who was eating a bag of chips, completely in his own world. She huffs before she grabs the bag from him.
"Hey!" Liam exclaims up at the girl.
Malia just looks at him blankly, popping a chip into her mouth. She stays looking at him before she turns and starts to walk out the house.
Liam stares at the door with his jaw dropped. "Hey! My chips!" He yells before getting up and running after the werecoyote.
Jackson rolls his eyes with a sigh as he gets up. "You three talk, and hurry up because I'm hungry for Stiles' cooking." He says before getting up and heading out with Ethan behind, Kira was the last to leave, she pats Stiles' knee with a quick squeeze before she leaves.
When the door closes with a click, Arlo looks at Stiles, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "Darling-"
Stiles jumps at the pet name, he shakes his head as broken 'no' slips pass his lips. "D-don't ca-ll me that." He stutters out.
Arlo looks up at Otto, the male looking just as confused and worried. With a small sigh, Arlo looks back down at his lover.
"Okay dar- Stiles, can you tell us what happened?" He asks softly, his hand resting on Stiles' thigh.
Stiles shivers at the question, the thoughts resurfacing. He suddenly shoots up with tear filled eyes, he feels so dirty. "I-I'm going to s-hower." Before the other two can stop him, he rushes off to his room.
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Stiles was sitting on the shower floor, the water running as he scrubs his skin, even though it's burning he wants to get the feeling off of him. He feels dirty, so damn dirty after what happened. It took him stepping into his house to actually process everything that happened.
Stiles was so busy scrubbing his skin raw, he didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the two pair of footsteps nor the voices talking to him. It's when a hand grips his hand tightly that causes him to snap his head up, his eyes shining red as a defense mechanism.
Otto looks down at Stiles, his eyes wide with shocked at the aggression scent that's rolling off the male. A low growl slips from Stiles lips, but that's all, he bares his teeth and looks up at the vampire.
Otto sighs, he toes off his shoes before reaching up and taking off his glasses, laying them on the floor before he slowly steps into the shower, the soaked floor already wetting his socks. He slowly sits down in front of Stiles. "Stiles baby, it's just me." He says softly, he goes to raise his hand and rest it on the male's cheek but Stiles growls and jolts away.
Otto's eyebrows knit together, his eyes trailing over Stiles' face in confusion. He can feel his clothes start to stick to his skin, but he can't seem to care, that isn't his biggest concern now. He looks up at Arlo who was standing in the doorway, the male looks back at him and understands.
"I'll make dinner." He says before leaving the bathroom and closing the door with a soft click.
Otto looks back at Stiles, the guy is now just looking down at the shower's floor, Otto doesn't smell the aggression any more, he doesn't smell anything to be honest. "Baby?" He says softly, not wanting to trigger Stiles.
The call sounds so far away to Stiles, it was like he was in a hallway and the voice was all the way on the other end. Speaking of, he doesn't feel anything, like anything at all. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't. He slowly raises his head to look at the voice.
Otto's breath catches in his throat when he Stiles' normally bright and whiskey eyes looking so dull, like there's nothing behind it. "Oh baby." He says softly, his hand coming up and softly touching Stiles' cheek. This time the male doesn't react, he just stays staring at Otto, expressionless.
What's happening? Is all Otto can question, one moment Stiles was growling and aggressive, the next he's just a shell of his body.
But Otto can still feel him, it's so dull and so little, but somehow he can still feel Stiles under his hand. The hand that's holding Stiles, the only thing connecting them as of right now.
On Stiles' side, he can see Otto, it's like a hallway, just like before. Like Otto is the only light inside it. Stiles doesn't know what's happening, what's wrong with him? Then the memories of what happened when he was captured resurfaces.
Otto is suddenly overwhelmed with the scent of fear, his eyes widen when Stiles lets out a heart broken sob, something that has Otto's unbeating heart quickening in fear. "Stiles? Baby, hey, are you okay?"
Stiles answers with another sob, he looks at Otto and opens his mouth. "O-Otto, p-ple-ase." He forces out.
At the sound of his voice and the scared tone, Otto is quick to reach forward and wrap his arms around Stiles' frame, pulling him flat against his chest.
All the confusion, all the feelings, all the fear, are just consumed by warmth, that's it. Just warmth, welcoming warmth that has Stiles' body sagging and sobs slipping from his lips, the sense of home also incasing him.
Otto's hand comes up and slowly starts to rub up and down Stiles back. "It's okay, I'm here baby." He whispers into the nest of Stiles' hair, the water from the shower soaking both of them. Otto reaches one hand out and turns off the water, but he wraps it back around Stiles. "It's okay, let it out, I'm here." He continues to whisper sweet nothings to Stiles as the male continues to cry.
For some reason, Stiles knows this isn't only about what happened earlier, this is also about all the things he went through, starting from the age of 8 to now.
His hand grips at Otto's shirt, as if the hybrid will disappear any second. "D-don't leave me, pl-ease don't lea-ve me." He sobs into his chest.
Otto's arms tighten around him. "Never baby, I'll never leave you, I promise." He says softly, kissing the top of Stiles' head.
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Had to add a little of just Stiles and Otto, personally I think they're so cute together, especially when they're with Arlo
