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In Heat/Rut

THE IN HEAT/IN RUT AU MEME
not an alpha/beta/omega meme

There's no need for elaborate backstories for this AU. You go into heat, rut, whatever you'd like to call it. You've always done so since you were of age to do so. It's a socially accepted norm, and people have gotten used to the difficulties that come with the mating seasons. Life goes on.

Isn't this alpha/beta/omega, then? No, not at all. In this meme, there are no gender-variant genitalia unless your character comes prepackaged with those. No giant cocks - again, unless your character is already packing - or self-lubricating assholes or anal wombs, and no knotting. Unless that's your thing. There's also no set in stone roles with regards to dominance and submission, and some people do not even feel the inclination towards either. Still, there are a few similarities, mainly being that the pheromones of others can put someone into heat that was not in it before and the bond between mates. In addition, some humans/human-stand-ins have created packlike dynamics in response, but this is not universal.

In this meme, it's just regular old human...oids feeling the urge for sex. And by "urge," we of course mean all-consuming drive. If characters choose to ignore that urge, it will backfire on them. The more they put it off, the more they will lose their control, becoming more irritable and aggressive, and eventually be nothing but a rutting animal until the need to mate is satisfied. Not all heats call for mating, of course, and most people can just relieve themselves, but when you do mate, you feel the urge to stay by their side and essentially "nest." These desires don't always pan out into offspring, and mating isn't forever unless it's mutually decided upon. However, impregnating your mate is said to be one of the most euphoric experiences a person can have, even if some people only mate because they want to utterly possess someone, as mates are bonded for a while.

If there's anything that's to your fancy that's been left out, go ahead and add it in. Play it how you'd like!

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PROMPTS

first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

forbidden: AKA the obligatory incest or age difference option.

volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.

save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.

all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.

suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you.

desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

off your meds: It's fairly rare, but some can get blockers for their heat. What if those blockers run out? Why, it makes your heat ten times worse!

noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.

territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

odd man out: For some reason, you don't go into heat. Never have. Being with you is pretty relaxing, and some find it appealing to not have to deal with pheromones that aren't theirs. You do have to learn how to appreciate their problems, though.

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{I have an irrational want for this if you're game for it? I was thinking either 3, 24, 31, 32, 34 or any combination of them for either char? I'll write up a starter, just thought I'd check if this was okay or not.}

[I'm game, yep, and those combinations sound perfect for these two.]

[He felt weird. He'd been feeling weird all day and it wasn't getting any better. His chest felt tight, his stomach was nervous, and his hands kept sweating. He'd forgone hanging out over at Scott's, stating homework as an excuse, but he didn't exactly go home. He needed air, felt a little like he was on the verge of a panic attack, but he'd been feeling it all day. Driving was tricky, but he kept it slow, making his way to the preserve.

He'd been hoping all the open space and fresh air would help, but he just felt worse now, like something was watching him. He noticed his hand shaking as he put it on a tree to brace himself as he walked further in towards... towards where? Why was he going towards the Hale house? It was a burned down husk. The place didn't hold any fond memories for him, and yet, that's where he found himself heading. He stood outside it when he got there, panting slightly and looking at the burned bones of what was left of it.]

And why am I here, exactly?

[He didn't expect an answer, considering he was talking to himself. But hearing his voice in the quiet brought a little reality back to the situation.]

[Something was indeed watching Stiles, moving towards the remains of the fire at a slower pace. It had been watching for quite some time, waiting with the terrible patience of a creature that had watched decades pass before it. Had hunted or punished or simply played with things much more dangerous than one human teenager.]

[Its lips twitched into a smile that wasn't kind as it scaled its way into a tree. A single dying leaf spiraled downwards to the ground to mark the Nogitsune's passage. There was a deceptive laziness to it as it stretched out on the branch, peering down at Stiles with dark eyes set in shadowed eyesockets. The body it wore still looked sick, looked the same as that night Scott had bitten it and Kira ran it through with her blade. Its clothing still had the tears in it.]

You're here because I'm here. Because you knew I would be here.

[Its head turned, smiling down at Stiles with a copy of his face. It didn't explain how it had gotten there, how it had escaped the box. How it had gotten back the body that had been destroyed. The Nogitsune only watched Stiles with a pleased little smile. A fingertip rose as if it were making a point.]

Don't run, Stiles. It won't help. You should never run from a predator.

[The shock that went from his head to his feet was like an electric one, sizzling through him and making his body jerk as he spun, looking to where the voice was coming from, his voice was coming from. There, up above him. In a tree. Why the hell was he in a tree?

Regardless of the warning, he took a few steps back. How could he not? That thing was dead. Destroyed. Or... as destroyed as it could get in the form it had been in. It might have been right, maybe they couldn't kill it, but they could mess it up pretty bad and keep it stuck somewhere again.

Or, they should have been able to. He'd be having a chat with Isaac about that damn box.]

What the hell are you doing here? You're dead.

[His heart thumped rabbit-quick in his chest, fear tickling over him at the thought of still being tied to it -- a thought that had him waking up in a cold sweat some nights.]

[Maybe Stiles would wake up in his bed in short order, sweat from head to toe but alone.]

[Maybe not.]

[The Nogitsune yawned as it stretched out on the branch like an oversized animal, ankles hooking together over it. On its stomach, the creature folded its hands and rested its chin on them. It peered down at Stiles as if it were deciding whether or not he was worth the effort of getting back down. The branch was only two feet or so above the human's head, not terribly far.]

I was never dead. I told you that I am a thousand years old. I've existed since before the first human called itself 'Stilinski'. You all merely put me in a small inconvenient prison for a short time.

[It spoke still with Stiles' cadence of speech, a mimic or something it had gotten used to.]

Why do you always insist on asking questions you know the answer to? I already told you: I'm here because you're here and you're here because I am here. Where else would we be?

[It stopped short, lifting its head and sniffing. A blink and then it grinned unkindly as if it knew a great secret or was about to play a terrible trick.]

Oh. So that's how it is.

You should be dead. Nothing's immortal.

[He believed that in some part of him. There was a way to kill the thing smirking back at him, but they just hadn't found it out. They'd done the only thing they could and destroyed its host, but it apparently hadn't been enough.

He moved so he wasn't directly under the nogitsune, not liking the thought of it just being able to roll over and trap him. Or just kick him in the face. Pain sucked.]

That's not an answer. That's the complete opposite of an answer. That an "I think therefore I am" answer.

[The sniffing didn't make him feel any better, not when it was paired with that grin and he took another step backwards.]

So that's how what is? Why is it anything older than twenty suddenly decides that everything has to be answered as mysteriously as possible?

[It had to stare at Stiles for a few seconds before it answered.]

If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Better?

[The Nogitsune did sit up then. Something more interesting than stalking the human had its attention now. What it could scent put a whole new light on matters. Its former host wasn't a fool and would figure it out soon enough. If he didn't, his biology just might instead. When Stiles took his next step away, it slid off the branch and landed, taking the fall as if it were nothing. For a creature that knocked Derek into a wall, it was.]

It's the only answer I have to that riddle, Stiles. [Said with a shrug, the Nogitsune stayed its ground, only watching with that secret little smile. It had to be careful here.] You have a deep fear of being alone. So, here I am. Here you are. You're not stupid. Think on it or maybe I should say, let yourself think on it.

[Its grin widened a fraction.]

[Stiles was used to arousal. It was one of those constant things that thrummed inside him, spiking with adrenaline and endorphins. This was... different, and he had to wonder if he had some sort of secret fear fetish or something, because feeling anything beyond pants-pissing terror at the moment was a stupid, stupid thing.]

What, are you a hydra now? Cut off your head and you grow two more? You can kill that with fire. Is that what we should do, huh? Set you on fire?

[Fear always made his mouth run away with him, took the control away from him and made him just react instead of thinking things through. Which is why he always mouthed off to things that were more than capable of tearing him into itty bitty pieces.]

You have no idea what I'm afraid of. Or anything else about me. You don't know me.

[But Stiles was so afraid that he did...]

[In truth, the Nogitsune wasn't sure if itself drew Stiles here or the connection to Derek Hale. More truthful was that it didn't care. Turning matters to its benefit was a long held tradition of its kind.]

Really, Stiles. You know what I mean. [It waved a hand in dismissal, refusing to rise to the challenge. Slow steps were taken as it began walking towards Stiles.]

You're afraid your Dad blames you about your mother. Some part of you realizes that it wasn't your fault, but that haunts you. You're afraid that the bite would kill you, that you wouldn't be worthy enough. That's why you turned Peter down. You think you're weak. That everything is going to fall down because you're the weak link that breaks the chain.

I was strong enough to beat you. We were strong enough.

[And that was the rub. He was only as strong as the rest of them were, and only with them. If he was on his own against any of this? He'd have died a long, long time ago. But he kept that out of his voice, or so he hoped, taking steps back as the creature moved towards him.]

My dad loves me, which is more than I can say for you in regards to... anyone. Or anything. Do you even know what that word means?

They were strong enough to beat me. You got lucky.

[The words that come from the Nogitsune's mouth sound bored, as if the creature were repeating things Stiles should have already known to be true. Playing on insecurities, bringing an opponent low before it had even gotten started was an old trick of the spirit's. Pain was what it craved. Physical, mental or emotional didn't matter to it. Few things were as exquisite as someone breaking themselves.]

[It angles its steps to try to put Stiles downwind of it, shift its scent to the human. This was a new thing to the Nogitsune. It had never had a host live before. Was this because of their shared biology or something more?]

Not really, no. I know how you would define it or the one before you and the one before them and so on. I am a spirit, not a human, Stiles. And you're trying to change the subject, just as you babble or resort to insults to cover yourself. I've been in your mind. I've been you. How you do so love to lie to yourself, but you cannot to me.

You have not been me. You've been in my head and seen a few things, sure, but that doesn't mean you understand any of it. It'd be like me finding a way to get inside the mind of a mantis. Or a fly. Since that's what you are, aren't you? Just a dumb bug caught in a jar, infecting people like a parasite. You're too weak to exist on your own.

[As true as he knew the words he said were, he also knew he shouldn't be saying them. Pissing the nogitsune off was just a recipe for more pain in some form or another.

He took a step back, picking up something that has his nose itching and that anxious, nervous feeling swelling even more. Mixed in with all of that is that singing, thrumming pulse of arousal that's making him really question his sanity and he licks his lips, trying to act as casually as he can. He doesn't notice the way his eyes track over the creature's body, a heat in them he's unaware of.]

[It saw it. It knew. Each little twitch and motion of Stiles's spoke volumes to the Nogitsune. By the time anything reached its age, heats and ruts had numbered in the triple digits. The widening of pupils, the scent that seeped off the human's skin... it recognized all those signs.]

I've been you enough to fool everyone around you. I wonder what that says about your so-called 'friends'.

[A sharp ugly smile followed as it prowled closer, doing that lifting of its head and sniffing intently again as if it were an animal.]

You should be careful what you call a parasite, Stiles. Isn't that what you are? Taking from Scott or the others? What do you give them in return but comedy relief? Little wonder Lydia... well, you know. Now me, I know you. I wanted you more than anyone else. I wish you could see yourself as I do. They're all dim sparks while you flare like a star. That's why I chose you. Why out of all the others, you stood above them. I could have and did possess all of them later as I did Oliver, but you... only you drew me in.

[Those little glances are returned with a straightening of its spine as if it were an Alpha scouting a potential mate or a small growl lacing its words. Sex was an old game to it, perhaps the oldest, one it intended to use on its former host.]

See, now I know you're just talking out of your ass. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you can't make me doubt Scott.

[Anyone else, sure. Maybe even his father. But not Scott. There was a bond there. Shared pain and grief and love, and it was all there by choice, not by obligation. He trusted that, even when he didn't trust too much else.]

I don't feed off them, you douche. I help. I might not be able to jump in the middle of a claws and fangs fight, but I do what I can.

[So he desperately told himself. He'd jump in if he could. He had his bat -- for all the good it did. But he wouldn't leave Scott, or the others, without backup. Even if it was just him.

Still, as the older trickster crept closer, Stiles felt a shiver tickle inside him, some part of him reacting to things he wasn't quite conscious of. The way he was being stalked, and he was being stalked, should have had him more scared than anticipatory.

He tried to ignore those words. Flattery wouldn't work on him. It shouldn't work on him. He knew better. He knew better, and yet there was that part of him that wanted to believe he was something worth noticing.]

Meaning I was the only one you could actually get into.

[The first part it ignored. Scott was a barrier it would have to break down in time, but it could wait. Time was the one thing it always had on its side.]

You would get killed or hurt and weaken them all trying to protect you. Why do you even bother to try to tell me these lies?

[The tip of its tongue slowly caressed its lips, a mimic of better things it could be doing with its mouth. Blunt teeth pressed on its lower lip as if trying to resist before the pressure released, leaving it wet mouthed. Yet its slow advance never stopped, a slow prowl instead of a rush.]

Meaning you were the only one I found worthy. I possessed the others as I did Oliver. Derek, the twins, Isaac. None of them were like you. I split myself when I couldn't defeat you. I took Lydia and let her live for you. Only you intrigued me, a creature that had lived for a thousand years and found nothing like you before. Them, yes. A million of them if not more. But not you. Do you understand that? A thousand years, twelve thousand months, three hundred sixty-five thousand two hundred forty-two days. Nothing drove me back like you. And you think yourself nothing special, nothing worth notice next to those werewolves.

[It growled as if offended on Stiles's behalf, trying to close the distance between them.]

[That struck a little too close to home. Getting hurt and making them weak was a constant fear. Scott or anyone else putting themselves at risk for him was... not acceptable. But he knew about this thing now. Or, he thought he did. Lies and trickery, that's what it was. It wanted discord and pain and chaos. He didn't want to give them to it.

He continued to back up, not realizing that his heartbeat was a little quicker or that his scent might have gotten heavier, his body responding to things he wasn't cognizant of.]

So what do you want, huh? Why try to butter me up? You said it yourself; I'm weak. So what is it you think I could do that they couldn't? Why are you still here? What do you want from me?

[His mind skipped sideways, answering him lewdly and he scowled at it, shaking the thought off because no. No, that was just... that was so no.]

[If asked, the Nogitsune would have said it feeded as anything did. It may have made little sense, but it was as close to the truth as it could be.]

Butter you up? [It had to access its memories from Stiles to understand that statement, to put it into a context it might understand. Only then did the confusion clear.]

You're not weak. You think you are. That was my point.

[It seemed to shiver at Stiles's voice although nothing was ever further from the truth. The Nogitsune felt itself the controlling factor in this, not some human.]

You feel it. Don't you? Like a fire burning under your skin or an itch you can't scratch. You can masturbate in the shower or to any nude magazine as much as you want, but it doesn't quite touch it, does it?

[Its fingers skimmed down its chest, drawing aside the hoodie to the thin shirt beneath. The touch lingered at the top of its jeans for a few seconds, teasing and wanting to see the human's reaction. To see how close Stiles was to breaking under the pressure of lust.]

You could always hold my hair if you want. Fuck my mouth. Would that make you feel more secure? To clutch me in your hands?

[It spoke profane or holy with the same voice, calm with an edge of temptation. Nails dragged down its throat as if in offering even if it meant to keep control.]

You say I am. Everyone does.

[Well, everyone they went against did. Gerard said it by beating the shit out of him when he should be sucking down prune juice and watching Jeopardy. Jennifer said it by taking Heather from almost right under his nose, then his dad. Peter just outright said it and Kate had a look that may as well speak for her. He knew what they thought of him and it was hard not to agree.

The change of subject surprised him, took him off guard and had him blinking, tongue flicking out over his lips nervously as he listened with wide eyes. His breathing quickened at the realization that the spirit could pick up his scent, knew that there was a part of him that was reacting wrong to this, that it knew and was teasing him with it. Of course it was. That's what it did, right.

Even knowing that, his eyes followed that hand, watching it stop near the top of jeans he remembered burning and wondering if everything on the nogitsune was the same as it was on him. Wondered if hands that looked like his would feel like his. He'd stopped backing away for a moment, distracted at the image until he ralized what he was doing, cheeks flushing and eyes darkening as he looked over at his mirror self.]

Shut up.

[Because he didn't talk that way. Not when his dad could smack him upside the head. Not when the words put an image in his head that burned oh so brightly.]

Does it matter what they say? I am the only one who has been you.

[It was at least honest, saying what it was no matter the face it wore. The scrape of its nails against skin was loud, almost too loud in the quiet left in the wake of Stiles's words and the general cheeps of the forest.]

Why? You don't want to imagine your fingers threaded through my hair? Holding me down or in one place while you thrust into my mouth? Would it feel the same as yours?

[The Nogitsune kept its forward approach. Its head dipped, meaning to press its lips against the human's stomach if Stiles didn't stop it or move away.]

You can hold onto me if you want. Grip as tightly as you like or go as deep as you want. Would you prefer to tie me? See me with my tongue out for whatever you feel I'm worth giving then?

[It was trying different kinks, trying to see what spurred Stiles on.]

Or would you prefer me holding you down? Making you submit to my will and feeling what I force you to? My tongue dragging up over your navel and growing hard with each pass? Hear your breathlessly begging for me to let you in my mouth? All you have to do is tell me, Stiles.

[His own voice was filling his head, making it hard to tell his thoughts from the words coming at him. Or, that's how it felt at the moment, his body shivering with a need he hadn't felt building as much as it must have been to have him this affected. It was like he blinked and suddenly the nogitsune was there, in front of him, mouth at his stomach. He had a moment to picture teeth sinking into his flesh, feel phantom pain as his body was pulled to pieces and he tensed, waiting for it, but it never came.

Only more words, dirty words with dirty images brewing behind them. He should step back. He needed to step back, but his nostrils flared at the scent of something rich and musky wafting up to him, something that had his cock starting to fill even as he told himself this was wrong. This was a trick. Another trick from the fox in some attempt to... to get under his skin. To get him weak and vulnerable before he broke him. He knew it, and yet he still stood there, looking down at his own face.]

I said shut up.

[The words were weak and hollow, his jaw tight as he tried not to think about anything he heard. Tried not to picture hands on skin or tongues and mouths making wet trails or pressure...]

[The Nogitsune stays one its knees, tip of its tongue flicking out to draw up across Stiles's clothed stomach. A hot rush of its breath followed, but that cruel little smile never stopped even as it spoke in the teen's voice.]

[Shutting up didn't seem to be something the Nogitsune felt like doing anytime soon. If anything, it was trying to use the images its words paint to see if it can draw its former host deeper into the need to rut.]

If it made you feel better, you could always tie my hands behind me. Or I could yours. Is that what you want, Stiles? To have that choice taken away from you?

[Dark sharp fox eyes watch Stiles' own greedily. Sooner or later it has to hit on something or push some border to make the human give in, or so the Nogitsune believes with that maddening scent scorching across its senses. That rut-need lays across it like an almost physical thing like the pain it would feed from a victim. Its head lowers a little more, trying to send the puffs of heated breath from its words through Stiles' jeans unless he moves away.]

You don't want me to shut up, do you? If you did, you'd be using something to gag me, wouldn't you? Or you'd get on your knees for me to give you something. Which will it be?

Or should I leave?

[It rises to its feet with a languid predatory grace that Stiles himself may never have. Another pass of its tonguetip across its lips to gather up those last tastes of the human, and the Nogitsune shrugs.]

[He could feel the heat of the spirit's breath through the fabric of his shirt and he wished he couldn't. The nogitsune was death and death should be cold. Evil should be cold. Cold would be easier to resist. His stomach muscles tensed at the heat, eyes closing for a moment because the pictures were getting clearer.

He didn't know what he wanted. Part of him wanted to hurt the creature like it had hurt him, like it had hurt everyone around him, but he knew he was too weak to do it. It had tossed Derek around like he was made of paper. It would blow on him and break him. Maybe that's what it was doing now, blowing away his defenses. Why else would he feel his body reacting so strongly to something he hated so viscerally.]

Why are you--? What kind of screwed up game is this, huh? You going to try to kill me through, what, sex talk?

[It was the sex part of this that confused him. He couldn't figure out why this creature that seemed to abhor all life was suddenly talking like he wanted to get that kind of reaction from him. Was he teasing him? He had to be teasing him.

His nostrils flared at the word 'gag', picturing how he could do that with what he had, something of his that would fit in that smirking mouth and how that would feel...]

M--

[He'd tried to talk, but his throat had tightened up, a shiver going through him as that low hum of arousal grew louder inside him.]

Maybe you should.

[It would be better than realizing he was getting turned on by what the thing was saying.]

[It grinned at Stiles then, a fingertip lifting to try and touch its former host under the chin unless Stiles moved away from it.]

All of you wrongly believed the game was over, Stiles. It wasn't. Losing territories is always a part of it. But what all of you forgot was that this is my game. It always has been. It always will be. You're only players passing through.

So.

[The Nogitsune tried to get closer to Stiles, crowd into his space. One who could be either force in mating. What had that term been? It had to search through its Stiles-memories before it brought it up. Switch. Yes, that was it. A switch. It needed to see what role it could best use. Maybe anger would force it, show it which sort of relief Stiles had come out here seeking.]

Now, you can either finish that sentence you started, or I can leave you here and go find Scott. Or maybe Derek. They might be more interested in what I have to say. Since you won't be calling to warn them I'm about once more.

[That led to the Nogitsune wondering if something at the school spurred this in Stiles. If so, the others might be falling prey to it too. Oh such fun that would be.]

[He wanted to. He could feel the finger touching him, digging into his chin like it was on fire, but he didn't pull away. Couldn't -- not once his nose flared and he caught another whiff of the strong musk coming off the fox. What the hell had he gotten himself into?]

You lost the game. We changed it. Screw your rules.

[Bitter words grit out through a jaw clenched tight, but he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as the nogitsune moved closer. He felt like every breath he took in that carried the spirit's scent to him was tainted, that he was leaving himself open again and he felt that thin edge of panic slice through him. It flared into something bright and sharp and sweet when he heard Scott's name, his hand coming out to grab at its wrist, fingers digging in tight enough that his knuckles whitened.]

You leave Scott the hell alone. You've done enough to him.

[He'd seen the look on his friend's face after... Allison. He'd broken a bit and like hell Stiles was going to let this son of a bitch anywhere near him.]

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