Stalia Drabble #8
hannah-maebelle asked: can you do a stalia fic where Stiles and Malia are reunited months after being apart, because The Desert Wolf captured her, please add fluff and angst.
Of course I can, thanks for the request :)
"MALIA." Stiles shouts, running over to her, Scott and him finally found her, and relief rushes through his veins, she looks awful, like they've been starving her, she falls to the ground, her hands are bloody, and her hair is a mess, and their are dark circles under her eyes, her body is slim, and her blue eyes slowly turn back to normal and she lays on the ground.
He's so happy to see her, that he immediately scoops her into his arms, holding her, hoping that she's not too weak, that he's not going to lose her today, he feels the tears rush down his cheeks, as he smooths back the dirt on her face, he's covered, in a mix between her mother, The Desert Wolf's and Malia's blood, he watches as The Desert Wolf falls, hopefully dead, he just saw the scene that took place, Malia finally killing her mother, and somehow he feels happy for her, she was out of her clutches forever.
He had been searching, for months for Malia, and now that he finally found her he couldn't be happier, he longed to tell her all the thoughts he held back that night in the car, where she picked him up after his jeep finally gave out, and he just walked away, after she told him that she loved him, and that it didn't matter he killed Donovan.
He looks down at her beautiful face, it's still, and he sees the soft freckles under her nose, he quickly checks her pulse, and he almost cries again when he finds it there, it's faint, but he feels the joy in his heart as he runs his hands down her arm, but then he slowly begins to panic, as he presses his finger to her wrist again.
"SCOTT, SCOTT SHE'S NOT BREATHING." He says when he feels no pulse, he's shaking under her, tears streaming down his cheeks, as he holds her closer, Scott rushes to them, feeling her heart beat, and he face begins to go slack, as he grabs Malia's hand, trying not take the pain away, Stiles sees his friend's attempts, and he almost considers praying to God at the moment, beg him to save her, he holds Malia's other hand.
"Come on, Mal, please wake up." He says in a soft whisper, and slowly, her face beings to animate, as she groans, and he almost shouts in excitement, and relief, he leans down and brushes his lips to her cool forehead, and she opens her eyes, and he forgot how beautiful they were.
"S-Stiles." She asks in a hoarse whisper, as she finally sees his face, and he nods his head, still holding onto her hand tightly, he doesn't even try to wipe the tears down his cheeks, she needed to know, she needed to know that he didn't want to live without her again, and that losing her would destroy him.
"Y-ou're safe, Malia." He says matching her hoarse whisper, his voice is shaking and hurts from crying so much, she squeezes his hand tightly, and he sees her face being to crumple too, her brown eyes filling with tears, as they drift down her cheeks, and he knows she has so much to say, but he shakes his head lightly, at her attempts to speak, holding her closer, and she clutches onto his jacket, until her knuckles turn white, and he thinks she's holding on so tight, because she's scared if she lets go he'll be gone again.
He leans down, and she presses her lips to her ear.
"Is my mother dead?" She asks, sniffling lightly in his ear, and he nods his head.
"She'll never hurt you again, it's okay, I'm here." He says softly, as he strokes her muddy brown hair, and she nods her head, cradling her head in his chest, and he knows by her shallow breathing that she's sleeping again, and he looks up at the sky, thanking the heavens that she's ok.
"I love you." He whispers, as he picks her up, and she snuggles into his chest, they make their way back to the van, and he holds her into the back, a blanket against her body, as he watches her sleep, and Scott drives them back home, and Stiles closes his eyes, glad that she's back where she belongs again.