Stiles' Eyes | Sterek

Promises

When I end this ff, I've got like 5 drafts to choose from now. Most of them are OC ffs but there's a sterek one in there too. All of them are BxB though, I prefer to write BxB rather than BxG and idk why. If you're curious, I can add a screenshot of my works to the next chapter.
Enjoy ~ FRT

[Stiles]
"You fought well," Derek told me, "you beat Peter and he's been a werewolf for a lot longer than you, even if you're stronger," he added,

"Thanks," I said, "but he's not finished," I added, "he wants to win, he will win eventually," I continued, "he wants to kill me Derek, do you not see that?" I asked him,

"He didn't say that," he said,

"You should know your uncle by now Derek. His facial expressions displayed it pretty fucking clearly," I told him,

"He's not going to kill you, Stiles. You'll be fine," he insisted, "you're stronger than him," he added,

"He's more experienced Der, he's smarter," I told him,

"Stiles is right, Derek," Peter Hale said, strolling into the room, "I will kill your precious mate, if that means I have to kill you to weaken him, I will," he added,

"Stiles is still stronger than you, with or without me," Derek told the man,

"But he'll be blinded with grief, weakening him," Peter stated,

"You realise you're revealing your plan to us? We can plot around your plan," Derek said,

"No plan's ever perfect, everyone makes a mistake," Peter said, "especially when they're distracted with protecting someone," he added, "Goodbye Derek. Goodbye Stiles. Until next time," he said, walking out,

"What a pleasant visit," I muttered sarcastically,

"What a wonderful guest," Derek added, I smirked at him before frowning once again.

"Der, he's going to kill me," I said,

"No he's not, we'll kill him first," he stated,

"If you say so," I mumbled, "I'm going to have a nap," I told him, walking away. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, letting myself slip into a deep slumber.

I stood beside Derek, claws out and teeth bared.

"Sorry to do this Stiles, but you need to be weakened," Peter Hale said. My anger rose and the sound of someone choking filled my ears. I turned to my left and saw Derek on the floor, his face panicked and his hands trying to stop the bleeding in his stomach. I feel to my knees beside him.

"Derek..." I breathed out, tears blurring my vision.

"It's okay Stiles," he choked out, "just kill him," he instructed,

"But you'll die whilst I'm fighting," I said,

"You're stronger whilst I'm alive, use the advantage," he told me, closing his eyes. The wolf inside me became angrier and I let it take over.

"I'LL KILL ALL YOU!" I shouted, rushing to get my claws into Peter's neck. I sliced his neck deep enough for his head to roll off his shoulders. I howled at the rest of his pack, they quickly fled the scene. "Derek!" I shouted, rushing back to his side.

"You did it Stiles," he said, "you ended this," he added,

"Thanks to you," I choked out, "I would've let him kill me if you weren't here," I told him,

"I'm not going to survive Stiles," he told me, "it was an alpha. They slashed up my back pretty good," he added,

"No. I'll get you to Deaton," I told him,

"There's no point," he whispered, "just don't do anything stupid whilst I'm gone," he breathed out, taking his final breath. I listened to his heart stop beating before breaking out into sobs. I howled once again at his death, signalling for the pack to come to me. I clasped Derek's hand in mine and closed my eyes, waiting for the pack to see this mess.

"Stiles!" someone shouted, it sounded like Derek, but he was dead, how could he shout, "Stiles!" the person shouted again.

My eyes shot open and I saw Derek's concerned face. My cheeks felt wet and my throat hurt. "Stiles, are you okay?" he asked,

"What happened?" I muttered, unable to speak any louder.

"You howled in your sleep and started crying. You shouted 'I'll kill you all' then howled again. What happened in your nightmare?" he asked,

"He killed you and I decapitated him," I stated simply,

"He? Peter?" he asked. I nodded,

"Can I have some water? My throat hurts," I said,

"Yeah sure. It's bound to hurt after you howled like that. That's the loudest howl I've heard in years," Derek told me before walking out the room. My phone buzzed.

From: Scott
To: Stiles
Dude are you okay?! I heard you howl but Derek texted the pack and told us not to come, that you were fine.

To: Scott
From: Stiles
Yeah I'm fine. I was howling in my sleep, I was having a nasty nightmare.

From: Scott
To: Stiles
Derek died in it, didn't he?

To: Scott
From: Stiles
One of Peter's pack killed him then I decapitated Peter :)

From: Scott
To: Stiles
As long as you're okay.

To: Scott
From: Stiles
I'm fine.

I sighed at the texts and ran my hands through the hair. Derek came in holding a bottle of water. He tossed it to me before sitting down next to me.

"We'll be fine Stiles," he said, "we're strong, we have the pack, we'll be just fine," he added.

"Promise?" I asked,

"I promise," he confirmed,

"I'm still scared Der," I confessed,

"It's okay to be scared. If I'm honest, I'm scared too," he admitted,

"What if he succeeds? What if he kills both of us?" I asked,

"The pack will kill him," Derek said,

"If you die, does that affect me? Like does it affect the alpha thing?" I asked, a frown resting on my face.

"I don't know," he said, "If anything like that happens, promise me you won't do anything stupid," he added,

"That's near enough the same thing you said in my nightmare," I said, frowning.

"Just promise me," he said,

"I promise if you promise the same thing," I told him,

"I promise," he told me,

"Then I promise too," I said, leaning in to kiss him. Our lips attached and I kissed him passionately, receiving the same amount of passion back.