Warmth
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Chapter 1: Thawing
As she exited the so called Echo House Malia couldn't help feeling a weight lifting off of her soul , the always present guilt was gone and replaced with a sort of fading warmth , almost like something was thawing within. She had never felt warm in this way before, it was nothing like the warmth and comfort she associated with her coyote form, or the kind warmth she saw in her fathers eyes, a warmth she still felt she didn't
deserve.
This warmth was passionate yet tender and it since he ignited it it wouldn't go out. The "him" in question being Stiles Stilinski who had in the course of a few weeks turned her life upside down . He had stolen from her sisters grave and her home, the only home she could go to after the accident. If anything she should hate him, he was one of those people who stuck their nose where it didn't belong and tried to do the right thing. She didn't know him well but instantly knew that he was too nice for his own good and that made him weak and sensitive. It was cute to her that despite all of the things that had happened to him he had a childish need to help strangers; her coyote however cried to rip his throat out or to beat some aggression into him. He was anxious and even had the nerve to be concerned about her, despite the fact that they definitely weren't going to be friends and she had punched him in the face. She didn't know much about teenage boys or teenagers in general but she knew he was definitely different, it was unsettling at best. She pushed her thoughts out of her head long enough to avoid walking into the busy cross walk on the path to the bus stop where that woman, Ms. Morrel, had told her to wait. Maybe she should hate him after all, he had stuck his nose into her life and made her warm , now she couldn't stop thinking about him. Malia liked to think that she had become hardened against human weaknesses like craving a hug or something as simple as a genuine smile but he had done both and now she was hooked. A cool breeze made her tighten the jacket on her shoulders as it blew the last of his warmth away. She still didn't understand what exactly Stiles had done to stop Oliver or if the Nogitsune had possesed him again. All she knew was that he wasn't here and she was getting cold again, while watching a green motorbike and its rider speed towards her, she finally made a decision. Malia decided that despite her inability to shift and the Nogitsune possesing him, she'd have to talk to him again because he made her feel warm, and perhaps she could do the same for him.
AN: . So I decided to write a oneshot on how Malia may be feeling after leaving to find Scott. Usually I'm all for Stiles and Lydia but during 3 x 20 I couldn't help thinking Stiles and Malia were adorable and secretly fangirling over them. Are any other Stydia fans feeling this too? Anyway, I may write a few more oneshots for Stalia or even a multi chaptered fic I have no idea it depends, so give me your feedback and any possible ideas you'd like to see in the future.