willow | d. hale [on hold]

37 | herself

[ there's a little comment made by void and i just gotta make it clear before you even read it. willow and void do not have sex. we're not doing that to will and stiles.

maybe he does know where the tattoo is and you can think about that on your own time (i wouldn't judge) but it's not cannon. and there won't be another explicitly written kiss between them. just getting those clarifications out of the way ]

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stiles may be gone, but he forgot something.

[ 3.22 ]

The loft was silent as Noah stepped inside. He spotted his son right away, who was facing away from him and looking out the window. And his mind-controlling accomplice was standing next to him.

Stiles turned slowly, his eyes landing on his father. "Hi, Dad." In response, Noah simply held out a pair of handcuffs. "You want to handcuff me?"

"If my son is still here, if there's a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me. He'll let Willow go," Noah said, walking up to them. "Because he knows I'm here to protect him, from himself and from others."

Slowly, Stiles raised his hands in defeat. Noah carefully secured the handcuffs around his wrist. But then the sad, defeated look on Stiles' face slipped away.

"You're not my son," Noah said, his voice cold.

Stiles smirked before breaking the handcuffs apart, freeing himself easily. Willow let out a pleased giggle as Chris, Allison, and Derek came into the room. Stiles looked over the new arrivals, landing on Allison just as she raised a taser gun.

Stiles grabbed the wires before they could hit his chest. The electricity did nothing to him as he pulled on the wires until he yanked the gun out of her hold. Allison flinched and took a step back.

Derek growled and lunged at Stiles, but the Nogitsune was quicker. He grabbed Derek's shoulder, twisting it until it was dislocated. Then he flung the werewolf into the brick wall.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped Stiles in his place. He turned his head to see Chris pointing the weapon at his head. Stiles tilted his head, intrigued by the turn of events. He hadn't expected for any of them to get lethal.

And Noah hadn't expected it either. He cautiously raised his hand. "Argent, listen to me. Don't do this."

"Why not?" Chris asked, his hand steady. "I've done it before — Werewolves, Berserkers. I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."

Noah drew his gun to point at Chris. Stiles was quite pleased with the turn of events, his lips forming a silent, taunting 'ooh.'

"You're not going to shoot my son," Noah declared.