Divine Serendipity • Stiles Stilinski

6

Tugging the sleeve of my jacket, I revealed the birthmark on my shoulder, explaining how my mother descended from one of the original 7 werewolf bloodlines. I followed up by a brief explanation of Freya's appearance into the family, using the family photo to identify her.

I purposely avoided subjects like Mikael and Malevore, maybe in time I would even reveal the existence of the white oak stake, but for now a basic understanding was enough.

Finally finished, I leaned back in my seat, relaxing slightly as I answered any remaining questions the two had. Most of them coming from Stiles of course, although unfortunately, I didn't have much knowledge regarding Scott's species of wolf.

After allowing the new information to be processed, the tension in the air was relaced with a light hearted atmosphere as each of the boys had somehow convinced their parents into allowing them to spend the night at my place. I suppose an apartment is better than a late night drive when they believe a rabid animal is running around.

I stepped away into my room, changing into another oversized navy dress shirt paired with my black shorts. I reached into my closet, retrieving two pairs of men's joggers along with two large t shirts I had stolen from Marcel at some point. Probably before I left the compound. I returned to the boys, handing them each a change of clothing as they took turns changing in my bathroom.

The three of us talked for hours, really getting to know eachother and to my surprise, the sleepover was actually fun. Stiles had practically begged me to show him a spell as I caved in, retreving a few candles and a random grimore from my collection. I flashed Stiles a grin "Invisique" I muttered, disappearing from vision as they franctically looked around the room.

"Uh.. Arabella?" Scott called.

"Yes Scotty?" I replied, placing a hand on either of the boys shoulders. The turned flinching at my sudden appearence as I giggled returning back to my invisible state.

"Woah..thats freaking cool- Scott did you see that-" I cut him off, grabbing his hand as I cloaked the two of us. A mischevious grin crept onto his lips as he pranked the crooked jawed boy, tapping his shoulder before throwing a pillow at the poor victim.

Scott fell back to the couch with a thud, laughter errupting as we reappeared in front of him. The conversation flowed as we talked a little while longer. It felt like I had known them my whole life.

Knowing he would want to rest before attempting to play tomorrow, I offered Scott my bed for the night, insisting he would sleep better on a memory foam mattress as opposed to the couch. He eventually complied, mumbling a 'good night' before closing the door leaving me and Stiles alone.

I cleared floor space, placing my 'witchy shit' as Stiles called it on the kitchen counter before returning to the couch, sitting next to him as we scrolled through various films before finally settling on Ferris Bueller's day off.

I had laid a grey blanket over the two of us, hesitating before turning towards him slightly, resting my head between his right shoulder and the top of his chest. His pulse raised, freezing for a few seconds before I gently lifting his right arm, placing it around my waist. He tightened his grip subtly causing my stomach became infested with butterflies. I felt safe.

"Good night Stiles" I half-whispered softly snuggling further into his chest as my eyelids grew heavier as he let out a quiet chuckle. "Sweet dreams, Ari" he croaked, his hand now soothingly rubbing circles into my side as we drifted off to sleep.

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As sunlight flooded my living room, I opened my eyes to the sight of the unconsious boy in the same position he had fallen asleep in. His chest rising and falling lifting my head lightly with each rhythm.