Stiles is having the hardest time falling asleep and it's just pissing him off. He just wants to sleep, damn it! But the images of the Nogitsune and what it did to him have been haunting his dreams, making it impossible for him to sleep. While he is having a mental breakdown one night, Derek Hale drops by to try and comfort him, not knowing that he is letting Stiles comfort him as well, since he too is having nightmares of what Kate did to him and his family. (See the end of the work for more notes. Stiles was lying in his room one summer night, staring up at the ceiling, mind racing. This was the third time this week that Stiles couldn’t sleep.
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And he was so tired. So fucking tired, he just wanted to sleep. He turned on his side and shut his eyes.
His face softened but soon a flash of a figure dressed in a bomber jacket with its entire head bandaged, save for the slice where the figure’s mouth should have been crossed his memory. Stiles quickly shot up, gasping for breath. Not again. Not the Nogitsune. He whimpered and put his head in his hands. He just wanted to sleep.
Was that too much to ask?! He felt a tear or two slip down his cheeks which made him even more angry. Why the fuck was he crying? He was seventeen for God’s sake, he should be used to nightmares by now. He just sighed and flopped back down onto his pillow, covering his face with his hands. “Just sleep damn it. You’ve done it before; you can do it again” he whispered angrily to himself. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, willing himself to sleep. His mind shut off thankfully and he let out a sigh of relief as he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.
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Stiles slept for what seemed like a few more hours but when he awoke with a soft gasp, he grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:45 am. He cursed and before he could stop himself, he chucked his phone across the room, watching as it hit the wall with a satisfying “thunk. ” He knew he probably just shattered his screen but right now, that could wait. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to cry.
They weren’t loud sobs that would make a person worry, but they were soft sobs of frustration. As he was crying, he didn’t hear his bedroom window slid open or see a figure slip inside his room.
The figure quietly walked over to Stiles’ bed and sat down next to him. “Stiles” the figure whispered softly. Stiles’ sobs died in his throat as he looked up at the figure. “Derek?” he replied in astonishment. Derek looked at him with concerned hazel eyes.
Stiles noticed that he wasn’t wearing his leather jacket but instead was wearing a blue Henley and sweatpants. Stiles blinked. He never knew Derek could dress so casual like that. He was so used to seeing him in his leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, and with a seriously pissed-off expression on his face.
Now Derek just looked…normal? Stiles thought that was the word for it. “Derek…what are you doing here?” he asked as he sat up to look the werewolf in the eyes. He didn’t like Derek staring down at him. It made him feel small and insignificant and Stiles hated feeling like that. Derek shrugged. “I was in the neighborhood and I heard a heartbeat spike. Thought I would figure out who it belonged to.
” Stiles looked at Derek incredulously. “Liar” was all Stiles said. Derek frowned before sighing. “Alright, maybe I came by to check on you.
You haven’t been yourself for the past couple of days” he said, the concern back in his eyes. Stiles rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Who me? Nah man, I’m perfectly fine” he said, praying that Derek would buy his lie. Derek raised an eyebrow at him and reached out, swiping away a tear from Stiles’ cheek. “If you were perfectly fine, you wouldn’t be crying” he stated. Stiles looked down, ashamed.
Damn it. “Stiles, what’s the matter?” Derek asked, looking at the teenager. Stiles shook his head. “Derek, like I said, I’m fine. Everything is perfectly…normal” he said, pausing before he said normal. Derek raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged. “Alright, if you say so” he said as he began to stand.
Stiles was about to let him leave but the image of the Nogitsune and its sinister smirk flashed across Stiles’ vision and he lashed out, grabbing Derek by the arm. Derek stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Derek…please, don’t go” Stiles pleaded, tears coming to his eyes again. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to handle another nightmare or if he was going to be able to handle it if it became a panic attack. And he really didn’t want that to happen. Derek just sighed and sat back down on Stiles’ bed, next to Stiles and wrapped an arm around Stiles’ shoulders, pulling him so that his head was resting on Derek’s chest.
Stiles’ eyes widened. This was so weird, Derek was never touchy-feely with anyone, especially not Stiles.
“Derek—” he started. I remember tears streaming down your face.
When I said, “I’ll never let you go”. When all those shadows almost killed your light. Stiles was speechless. Derek was singing. Not that he was complaining of course (dude had a freaking awesome voice), but he was singing…to comfort Stiles. Which was so out of character for him that Stiles was just left speechless. But was he complaining? Hell no.
God, Derek’s voice was like an angel’s. It was beautiful and it made Stiles feel…safe. Hmm, feeling safe with a werewolf? Where’s the irony in that? Yet he said nothing and just let Derek hold him and sing to him. I remember you said “Don’t leave me here alone”.
Derek removed his hand from Stiles’ shoulder and began to stroke Stiles’ arm almost absentmindedly as he sang. Stiles shivered at the touch but he said nothing, yet again. He liked feeling this attention from someone. It was, how to say, nice. Of course he still had a huge-ass crush on Lydia Martin but she was too busy with Jackson to really give him the time of day. And Stiles wasn’t one to settle, but if he had to choose, he’d pick Derek over Lydia any day. Weird, I know.
Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now.
Come morning light. You and I’ll be safe and sound. Derek became silent and stared out the window and that made Stiles worry. He knew Derek long enough that if he stared off into the distance, he was remembering something. And sometimes that something wasn’t always a good thing. “Derek?” Stiles asked softly.
Derek didn’t respond. Stiles gently nudged the werewolf. “Dude? Derek? Sourwolf?” he continued to ask, trying to get the man’s attention. Derek still didn’t respond. Stiles sighed. ‘Damn it Derek, answer me’ he thought as he grabbed Derek’s face and forced his gaze away from the window and forced him to look at Stiles.
Don’t you dare look out your window darling. Everything’s on fire. Derek’s eyes widened at the word fire and Stiles mentally cringed. Wrong word choice but at least it got the dumbass’ attention. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Hold onto this lullaby.
Even when the music’s gone. Stiles smiled gently at the werewolf, whose hazel eyes were wide with unspoken terror.
“You had a nightmare too, didn’t you?” he asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer. Derek sighed and nodded. Stiles’ mouth thinned.
“Thought so. ” Derek glanced at him. “How did you know?” Stiles shrugged.
“I just had a feeling. With nightmares like yours, I know you like to suffer alone, but I think this time your nightmare was so bad that you had to be with someone who understood how you felt.
Hence why you’re here” he said, motioning to his bedroom. Derek’s lips quirked in a smile. “No wonder you’re the one with the plans in this pack” he said. Stiles beamed. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment” he replied. His face then became somber and he looked Derek straight in the eyes. “How bad?” he asked with complete seriousness.
Derek sighed. “Besides the fact that I am in your bedroom with you at ungodly hour of the morning? Pretty bad. Woke up in cold sweats and I thought I couldn’t breathe. ” Stiles winced, he knew that feeling. He just gently placed a hand on Derek’s cheek, amber eyes shining up into hazel ones.
Just close your eyes. The sun is going down.
You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound. Derek’s lips turned up in a small smile. “Thank you, Stiles” he said, gently placing his larger hand over Stiles’ rather thin ones.
Stiles blushed. “It was nothing. ” Derek chuckled before his smiled disappeared. “I should probably get going. I’m keeping you up” he murmured. Stiles’ eyes widened and he shook his head.
“No, Derek, please, stay here!” he exclaimed softly. Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“But won’t your dad—”. “My dad doesn’t need to know. You can leave by morning for all I care but please Derek, please don’t leave me alone tonight” Stiles pleaded, amber eyes pooling with tears. Derek bit his bottom lip, ready to protest when he thought of how Stiles had calmed his nightmares. ‘Fuck it’ he thought as he slipped under the covers next to Stiles. Stiles gratefully laid down next to him and buried his face in Derek’s neck. Derek wrapped an arm around Stiles’ form and pulled him close, burying his nose in Stiles’ hair.
Just close your eyes. You'll be alright.
Come morning light. You and I'll be safe and sound. Soon the two fall fast asleep. And if Sheriff John Stilinski came in to check on Stiles later on in the morning and saw Stiles and Derek in bed together, Stiles curled into Derek while Derek’s arms were wrapped almost lovingly around his son, he didn’t mention it when Stiles woke up a couple hours later.