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Stiles honestly doesn’t know why he’s surprised anymore when a random person comes up to him and does some weird shit, like say a girl throwing him up against his jeep with surprising strength. Stiles was just minding his own business grabbing some stuff from the store and when he had reached his jeep someone had thrown him up against it pinning him there. He stood there frozen for a moment before his instincts kicked in and he tried to push his attacker off of him, but it was useless as the grip on his shoulders tightened, causing him to groan in pain.

He felt the girl, lady, he didn’t know anymore! For all he knew it could be a fucking swamp monster! But that didn’t matter right because he felt her let out a laugh the grip tightening again. “You really are not what I expected.” He didn’t know whether to say ‘thank you’ or be offended. She moved her right hand off his shoulder and moved it to his chest, stopping her hand right above his heart. Closing her eyes she muttered something under her breath. But he could couldn’t focus on that because a sharp stabbing pain shot through him and a cold feeling settled around his throat. Opening her eyes they glowed a bright white as she continued to mutter, what sounded like gibberish, once more.

The glow faded and she finally let go of the young man, but he could stand on his own, suddenly he felt tired and numb. Legs not wanting to work and keep him up, he slid to the ground as the supernatural being crouched down in front of him. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. Her red hair falling slightly into her face. “When you can’t get a breath kiss the one who has the same mark as you.’’ With that she let go of his face and everything faded to black

When he woke up he was in his room. The sun shining through his window highlighting clothes that are on his floor, a few papers, and some of the things that he was using to research werewolf pack dynamics. Now that Scott has joined Derek pack, Stiles has been doing a lot of research to help not just Derek be a better Alpha, but also to understand some of the things that the pack does. Sitting up in bed he thought that last night was just a dream and got ready for the day. Ignoring the small tightness that was around his throat.

By the time Stiles arrived at school that tightness had gotten worse. It was as if someone or something had a chain wrapped around his neck and was slowly cutting off his oxygen, but brushed it off and rubbed a hand around his throat to try and get rid of the feeling. Scott met him at his locker before class. “Hey, Stiles.” The werewolf greeted his best friend. Stiles tried to match the smile that his friend had. “Hey-” he was cut off by a choked gasp coming from him. Stiles cleared his throat and looked back at Scott, who had a worried look on his face. “Hey, Scott.”

“You okay, Stiles?” His eyes scanned over his pale friend looking for any injuries. “Yeah, yeah, fine. I just—uh had a tickle in my throat.” Scott’s brow frowned and he was about to call him out on his bullshit when the bell rang saving Stiles. “Well, time for class.” And although they had the same class Stiles ran down the hall and away from Scott, not once looking back when his friend called his name. By the time class started Stiles was panting and it wasn’t from running to class. The feeling of chains being pulled around his throat seemed to be pulling tighter. He couldn’t focus. He needed to get out of there. He stood up and ran, stumbled, out of the class room and to the boys locker room.

As soon as he was alone he fell to his knees holding his throat, trying and failing to pull whatever was around his neck away, but there wasn’t anything there to pull away. Then he remembered what that weird lady said.

“When you can’t get a breath kiss the one who has the same mark as you.’’

He pulled himself up using one of the sinks and looked at himself in the mirror. He lifted his shirt up and stared. There on the right side of his chest, where she put her hand, was a mark. A mark he had only seen on one other person. Just as he put his shirt down Scott came running into the locker room. “Stiles, what’s wrong. And don’t give me a bullshit answer that your fine.” Stiles looked at his friend still panting as it was getting harder to draw air in. “I don’t know, but right now I need you to take me to Derek.”

The drive to the abandoned train deport was full of tension. Scott kept glancing at Stiles every few seconds. Stiles had his head resting on the window as his breathing grew more labored. Scott couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Stiles what the hell is going on? And why do we need to go to Derek?” opening his eyes slightly, Stiles glared at his best friend. “Sh-shut u-up and d-drive.” He took a shuttering breath as the feeling of chains pulled once more around his throat.

By the time they got to where Derek was Stiles was dizzy and could barely stand. The werewolf quickly helped his friend inside while yelling for Derek. “Derek! Derek, please!” The older of the three came around a corner with an annoyed expression as he glared at his pack member and the human that always is with him. “What is it Scott? Aren’t you two supposed to be in school?” Before Scott could say anything Stiles’ legs buckled under him and he fell to the ground, almost taking Scott with him.

“Stiles!” The teen yelled when his best friend fell to the ground. The Alpha was next to them the moment the pale teen was down, concern on his face. “What’s going on?” He asked as Stiles pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and looked Derek right in the eyes. “I need you to kiss me.” Derek blinked. Then again. Till the words finally hit him. “Excuse me?” He shot a look to Scott who seemed just as confused as him.

“Stiles what-” He was cut off by the hyper active teen. “I Know! I-it doesn’t sou-sound the be-best,” he took, well tried too, take a deep breath but it just came out as a small gasp before he continued. “I’ll e-explain it a-all… all in a minute, but please, Der-Derek, trust me…” The Alpha stared at the teen. He opened his mouth to say something when Stiles started to gasp. His lips started to turned blue and there was fear in the young man’s eyes as he brought a hand to his neck like something was choking him.

Without a second thought Derek grabbed Stiles’ face and smashed their lips together. It only lasted a few seconds, but if Derek was being honest it felt like hours before he pulled away. He opened his olive green eyes to see Stiles’ eyes still closed, but his breathing was returning to normal if only a little shaky. After a beat of silence Stiles opened his eyes, but kept them on the ground. “Stiles?” Scott asked as he put a hesitant hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I think I’ve been cursed.”

When those words left his mouth Derek and Scott turned and shared a look.

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Stiles sat on a crate rubbing his hands together while bouncing his leg as Derek and Scott stood in front of him. Well, actually Scott was pacing back and forth. Stiles had just explained to them what had happened last night with the lady, glowing eyes, and waking up in his room the next day. Finally, Scott stopped pacing, mainly because Derek grabbed him by the back of his shirt and forced him to stand still. “Why didn’t you tell anyone what happened?” The human ran a hand down his face. “Because I thought that it was all a dream.”

Derek scoffed. “A dream? Really, Stiles?” Stiles glared at the Alpha. “Yeah, I did. I woke up in my room as if nothing happened, so, yes, I thought that getting attacked by a bitch and getting cursed was a dream!” He stood up and got in Derek’s face. The two were so close that they could feel each others breath on the other’s cheek. Derek doesn’t know why, but being that close to the human made him feel something, though his not too sure what. Scott put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder and pulled him back from the older werewolf before either did something dumb.

“Okay, Stiles calm down. I was going to ask the same question.” Sighing the teen looked down at the ground and muttered a ‘sorry’ to Derek before sitting back down on the crate. The younger werewolf looked to the older. “Do you know anything that could tell us what exactly did this to my best friend?” Derek moved his focus from the human he, quite literally, kissed breath into and to his pack member with a frown and sigh. “No I don’t,” Derek and Scott could hear how Stiles heart beat picked up in slight panic and fear. “but Deaton might.” He continued, uncrossing his arms and turning to grab his leather jacket and keys.

Derek motioned for them to follow him and the two friends shared a look before following the taller man out of the train deport and into his camaro. The drive was quiet, not much needed to be said all that could wait till they got to Deaton’s.

By the time they got to where Deaton was school was already out. Derek had texted the rest of the pack, Erica, Issac, and Boyd, to head straight to the train deport and to stay there till he got back. Erica wouldn’t like it, but he really didn’t care right now. Walking through the front door the bell told the Druid that he had company. He expected a customer, but was instead greeted by an Alpha, Beta, and a human. Looking between them he sighed before turning his gaze to Scott. “Scott would you mind turning the sign to ‘closed’ and locking the door? I have a feeling this isn’t going to be a short visit.” Nodding Scott did as asked while Derek followed the Druid to the back. Stiles started to follow them when Scott grabbed his arm to stop him.

Stiles turned to face Scott, annoyed. “What?” Scott looked to where the two disappeared before looking back at his best friend. “Did you really have to kiss Derek?” Stiles’ cheeks burned when he remembered that he did in fact kiss his crush. Though he wishes it was for a different reason. “Yeah, I did.” He said quietly, looking down at his feet. “Look we need to tell Deaton so he can fix this. Come on.” Scott sighed, nodding his head and let go of Stiles’ arm. The two walked into the back to see Derek and Deaton talking to each other in hushed whispered, but stopped when they entered. Derek looked at Stiles before clearing his throat and looking away.

“So, what seems to be the problem this time?” The three looked at each other before Stiles took a deep breath, feeling the chains around his neck that apparently no one else can see, not even him, but he can always feel them, even when they aren’t choking him, and spoke. “I think I’ve been cursed.” Deaton’s eyes widened. That was not what he was expecting to hear. The Druid nodded his head for Stiles to continue. “Last night I was getting some stuff from the store, and on my way back to my jeep I was attacked.” Scott let out a low growl when Stiles said he was attacked. He continued. “This lady came out of nowhere and threw me against my jeep, pinning me there. She then moved her right hand a placed it on my chest, right over my heart, and started to mutter something, but I don’t know what. I-it all sounded like gibberish to me, but I also wasn’t really paying attention because pain was just shooting through me.” Stiles could still remember the feeling of not being able to move and the pain he was in while she just held him there. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory. Derek placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present.

Taking another breath Stiles continued. “Her eyes glowed white and after a while she let go on my wrist. I couldn’t stand on my own, my legs felt like jelly and I just collapsed. I was so tired and felt drained. She crouched in front of me grabbing my chin and forced me to look in her eyes…” Stiles hugged himself letting out a shuttering breath. At this point everyone was looking concerned as the teen visibly shuttered at the memories of what this lady did to him. “It’s okay, Stiles. Take all the time you need.” Deaton said, so as not to overwhelm the young man. Scott had also placed a hand on Stiles’ other shoulder. “She… she told me that ‘when I can’t get a breath, kiss the one who has the same mark’,” he took a breath. “I woke up in my room.” Stiles’ Bambi eyes looked up at Deaton. “I thought it was all a dream, till I couldn’t breath. I went to the boy’s locker room and remembered what she had said. When I lifted my shirt I saw a symbol that I’ve only ever seen once. And that was on Derek. Scott found me, I told him to take me to Derek. That he was the only one able to help me. When we got to the train deport I told him kiss me and now we’re here.”

Stiles finished and was shaking like he had a fever. Deaton nodded and walked around looking for something. Derek looked at the teen. “You okay?” Stiles nodded his head as he let his arms drop to his sides. “Yeah, I’m fine.” The vet found what he was looking for as he placed a book on the table. They gathered around the Druid as he flipped through the pages. “I think I know what’s done this.” He stopped on a page that was titled ‘Corrupted Cupid’. There was a picture of a person with white eyes. “Corrupted Cupid’s are a type of Witch that bring to fated souls together by cursing one and giving the nark of the one they are supposed to be with.” Derek and Stiles looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Not much is known about them or how the process works. All I know is that if this doesn’t get fix there is a chance that Stiles could… die…” The three of them stared at the Druid in shock. “Okay, how do we fix this?” Scott asked. He wasn’t going to let his best friend die to a stupid curse! Deaton shock his head with a grim look. “I’m afraid I don’t know. Like I said there isn’t much on how this process works, you’d have to find the one who cursed you and have them tell you.” Scoff glared at the table, like it was a source of all his problems, before pushing off the table and walking out the door. Derek stood there while Stiles went after his best friend.

Deaton put the book back on the shelf before looking to the wolf. “Why?” Derek asked as he lifted his head to look at the man who helped his family in the past. “Why are we fated to be together? It has to be some sort of mistake.” Deaton looked at the young wolf that he’s watched grow up. “There may not be much about these Witches, but one thing is certain.” Deaton leaned on the table as he looked Derek right in the eyes. “They don’t make mistakes about who if fated to be with who. Just like your wolf knows who your mate is, even if you want to deny it.” With that Deaton walked out of the room leaving Derek with his thoughts.

After a few minutes Stiles came back in. “You ready to go? Scott and I still need a ride back to the train deport.” Derek looked at Stiles for a moment longer than normal before nodding his head and walking out with Stiles.

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The four of them stood outside of the vet looking at Deaton as he stopped them from leaving. “I think it would be best if Stiles stayed with Derek till this whole thing gets sorted out.” Stiles’ eyes widened. “What? No, no there is no way I’m staying with Ms. Grumpy Pants over there.” Derek shot Stiles a glare and growled. The young man threw his hands in the air. “You just proved my point.” He turned back to Deaton. “He’s going to rip my throat out with his teeth before the night even ends!” He goes to continue his rant as to why this was a bad idea when tightness starts to make it’s self known cutting him off before he can even get a word out.

He’s not sure why, but it feels like he’s losing air faster then this morning. “Stiles?” Scott calls out, concern and worry clear in his voice, but Stiles can’t get a word out. He can’t speak. His eyes frantically dart around. He can see the concerned faces before him as he’s on his knees choking on nothing. He can hear someone shouting, but not sure who. Just as darkness starts to creep into his vision gentle rough hands hold his face and soon there’s a pair of lips on his. He knows that it’s Derek kissing him, he’s the only one who can bring air back into his lungs. As Derek starts to pull away Stiles can breathe again.

Stiles opens his eyes, which are glossy with unshed tears, and looks into concerned olive green eyes before looking down at the ground in embarrassment and to avoid the looks he was getting. After a moment Derek spoke. “I think Deaton is right.” He licked his lips before continuing. “Think about it Stiles. If you can’t breath again and I’m not there you’ll die and I can’t… we can’t lose you. Your dad, Scott, Lydia, the pack. They can’t lose you, so, I think this is for the best and we can keep you safe better if you were to stay with me.” Stiles never looked up, he just nodded his head, got off the ground, and walked to the car.

Derek turned back to Deaton. “Call if you find anything else out.” The Druid nodded his head as the two werewolves got into the car and drove off. It was silent for half of the drive when Scott suggested that Stiles call his dad and let him know he won’t be home for a while. After the incident with the Kanima and Matt Stiles told his dad what had been happening, of course he didn’t believe it at first, but he does now so it’s made Stiles’ life slightly easier, but only slightly. He did call his dad and told him what had been going on and that he was going to be staying with Derek till this whole thing was over with. Noah Stilinski was not happy, but understood that it was the best way to keep his son safe.

When they reached the train deport Stiles was exhausted. Both physically and mentally. Scott had taken Stiles’ jeep since that was the car they had taken earlier that morning to get to Derek. After Scott left with the promise of coming back to check on him, Derek and Stiles walked into where Erica, Boyd, and Issac were. The three Betas all turned to look at their Alpha and Stiles when they stopped in front of them. “What’s going on? And why is Stiles here?” Erica asks as she looks between the two.

Derek looks at Stiles, but the teen continues to look down, avoiding his gaze. Sighing Derek looks back at the teens in his care. “Long story short Stiles has been cursed and I’m the only one who can help him. So, until we can break this curse Stiles will be staying here with us.” The three teens before them looked at each other with raised eyebrows before Boyd shrugged. “Okay, so, how do we help him?” The Young werewolves looked at the tired teen. He just hugged himself as he finally looked up. The look in his eyes made their stomachs twist with unease. The normally happy, hyper active teen was now a shell. “Stiles?” The teen turned to look at Derek. “Are you okay?” The genuine concern in the Alpha’s voice shocked the pack.

Stiles nodded his head. “Y-yeah, I’m just tired…” Derek knew that there was more, but didn’t want to push, so, he nodded. “Okay, you can take my bed. It’s not much, just a mattress, but it’s better then sleeping on the hard ground.” Stiles just nodded, but didn’t make a point to move. Issac looked from Derek to Stiles before slowly taking a step forward and placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Come on, I’ll show you where it is.” He gently guided the older teen to where him and Derek slept, leaving Erica, Boyd, and Derek to talk. It was quiet for a moment before Erica broke the silence. “Okay, what the hell happened to him?” The two men looked at her. “He looks awful. He’s like… like a shell of his former self, what kind of curse is this?”

Derek sighed and crossed his arms. “We’re not so sure what kind of curse this is all we know is what did it and what it does to him.” Boyd and Erica looked at their Alpha and waited for him to continue. “A Corrupted Cupid. A Corrupted Cupid is a type of Witch that…” He swallowed. “That… brings two fated souls together by cursing one and giving them the mark of the other…” Boyd’s eyes widened with understanding. “You and Stiles are mates.” Derek nodded. He’s never accepted this till now. Stiles was his mate.