#stilesmalia

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lydia Martin/Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate Characters: Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski Summary:

kaycares / Mature / StilesxMalia

Or, if this were an episode of Friends, it'd be "The One with the Condom."

alexenglish / Explicit / StilesxMalia

Malia was running. Thru the woods. She had the same agonising feeling on her chest and despite how fast she ran the feeling remained. She couldn’t run from the feeling of everything falling apart. She felt so dumb for thinking that her biggest problem had been if she was going to pass the summer school. Now everybody were dying and fighting and lying and leaving. And killing. The flashbacks of her own mother trying to kill her made Malia finally stop. She was breathing heavily, but not from the extensive running. She could feel the anxiety crawling thru again and for a short moment she thought she was going to have a panic attack. So she sprinted again. After few moment - that felt like ages to her - Malia arrived to well-known house. She didn’t stop to think, ’cause if she had she would’ve probably changed her mind, and jumped to the window. Malia tried to open the window but for her great surprise it didn’t open. For a moment Malia balanced on the small window ledge, until s familiar figure appeared on the other side. Stiles looked at Malia with startled eyes while holding one of Malia’s highlighters as it would be a weapon. The thought of him not letting her in crossed Malia’s mind, but then Stiles snapped out of it and came to open the window. Malia pushed her way in and after she straightened her back she looked at Stiles with confusion and little bit offended. “Since when have you locked your window?” she asked and let her gaze go thru Stiles’ room. She was surprised to notice that the guy hadn’t been sleeping but instead had been working on something at his desk. “Since one or two weeks ago…” Stiles replied and awkwardly returned to his desk. Malia bit her lip. Yep. It was true that she hadn’t been coming over so much recently, but she hadn’t realized it had been more than two weeks. Maybe even three. There had just been so much going on… Now Malia felt the pack falling apart even stronger. And she didn’t quite know how to cope with the feeling. Stiles felt uncomfortable and was trying to figure out if Malia already knew. Did Scott already tell her? Did everyone know? Had Malia come to say goodbye, if Stiles really didn’t belong to the pack anymore. “Has something happened?” Malia asked and made Stiles flinch. “Has someone died again?” she continued and sounded like she was suffocating. Stiles turned away from his desk and shook his head. “No one you wouldn’t already be aware of”, he said and felt his heart sinking. He remembered Malia’s face and tears at the school, when she said she couldn’t handle anymore deaths. Stiles felt the same. But he knew that this wasn’t the end of it. He had had this awful feeling that the worst was yet to come. “But something has happened? You reek of anxiety. More than usual”, Malia said and tried to figure it out by looking at Stiles. Stiles’ heart sank a little more. “It’s nothing”, Stiles responded and turned away. He looked at his notes on the table and felt sick for only thinking about everything that was going wrong at the moment. An here he was pushing even Malia away. Now that finally she had come around again. “I will leave then”, Malia said bluntly and was already half way out of the window when Stiles rushed on his feet and plead: “Malia wait!”. And she waited. “I know that you are gonna hear this sooner or later and I want you to hear it from me…” Stiles started and tried to gather all his courage. Malia looked at him with her usual stern look and probably heard how fast Stiles’ heart was pounding. “I killed Donovan…” Stiles exhaled. He waited for just two seconds until continuing: “I didn’t have any other choice. He was going to kill me. He chaiced me to the school library and…” Malia’s appearance didn’t change at all. “I didn’t have a choice. And I didn’t tell Scott right away. ‘Cause could I have. And he reacted just the way I thought, I don’t think I’m in his pack anymore, Malia..” Finally also Stiles fell silent and just looked at Malia and tried desperately figure out what was going on in that were-coyotes mind. She was most definitely part of the pack and with the way thing between them had been going Stiles only saw one way the situation could be going. “He can’t put you out of the pack”, Malia said then and just stared at Stiles like he had said the stupidest thing ever.  “It was self defence”, she stated before Stiles had the time to say anything more. “Scott knows that”, She said and slightly nodded her head as if the matter was settled. Stiles had to smile. What else could’ve he done? Suddenly it seemed stupid to think Malia would’ve come to say goodbye or in anyway thought that Stiles was some kind of monster for what he had done. Malia knew that killing wasn’t what Stiles does, even though he sometimes joked about it and Malia was okay with it was it a joke or not, in real life he wouldn’t do it. Might be that at some point Stiles had forgotten that Malia knew him. Even when she was distant, she still knew him. They gone thru so much together. For a moment it seemed so silly that he had ever kept this from her. Lead by that feeling Stiles closed the space between them and locked her inside his arms. “I’ve missed you”, he whispered and felt the pain easing from the moment he touched her. “I haven’t even realized how much I’ve missed you with all the things that have been going on…” he continued and tightened his grip. Malia stood there and silently stared at the wall behind him until in started to go blur. She hadn’t realized it either. Or maybe she had, but somehow she hadn’t known how to handle all these feelings and she knew that he could make them surface. It was easier to stay strong and brave when there was no one who knew how to make her open up. Even still Malia didn’t know how Stiles did it. Even just by holding her he made it impossible for her to hide her feelings. Normally she could hide them even from herself. “My mom… The Dessert Wolf… She was the one who caused the car accident”, Malia heard herself saying and the trembling followed soon after. “My mom wanted to kill me”, she said and finally let herself wrap her hands around Stiles. “How messed up am I going to be considering my parents? How am I suppose to live with that heritage?” Few tears got away when she felt Stiles’ grip tightening. Stiles held her for a moment longer until he pulled himself away so he could take Malia’s face into his hands. “You are doing just fine. And will continue doing fine”, Stiles assured and smiled a little bit. “You are not going be anything like them. You are…” Stiles talked and let his voice fade away. How it had gone unnoticed how much he had missed her. He had been so busy worrying about the people who might judge him for his actions that he forgot the ones that would incessantly stand by his side. “You are going to be just fine”, Stiles repeated and something in his voice and look on his face made it hard for Malia not to believe it. “More than just fine”, he said quietly as his gaze wandered to Malia’s lips. For a short moment Malia wondered why she had tried to endure everything by herself. From the start they had stuck together and that had worked out great. Why did she stop? “Why didn’t you tell me sooner about Donovan?” Malia asked suddenly not realizing how close Stiles was about to kiss her. Stiles snapped back and looked at Malia for a moment until shrugging his shoulders. “Same reason you didn’t tell about Desert Wolf I guess…” Stiles said and made Malia frown. She always had that look when she wasn’t pleased with not understanding her human emotions. While being a coyote emotions where easy, if you felt hungry you hunt, if you feel tired you sleep. But after starting to interact with other people Malia often found herself not understanding why others or herself acted the way they did. “You should’ve told me you were almost killed”, Malia said then and gave Stiles a scolding look. But then her eyes showed a glimpse of horror as she thought of Stiles really being killed. Oh how Stiles hoped Scott had seen the situation as Malia saw it. “We shouldn’t keep things from each other”, Malia said then but it sounded more like an order than a statement. And again Stiles couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, you are right”, he said and came closer to Malia again. The smile faded a little bit as Stiles hesitated if he should kiss her or not. So often Stiles had a hard time quite figuring out Malia’s expressions. But supposedly so did Malia as she wasn’t that familiar with micro expressions and all kind of hints people gave. So she didn’t realize Stiles wanting to kiss her until he crouched over her and placed his hand on her hips. On the next moment she had already put her hand around Stiles’ neck and reached to his lips. And there were no hesitations after that.

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pr1nc3ssp34ch / Explicit / StilesxMalia

Malia gets to her knees, wobbles precariously, then stands, her werecoyote athleticism working to her advantage. Even high, she still has great balance. Her legs also look amazing. Stiles has never been more appreciative of her ass. And he spends a lot of time appreciating her ass.

"Your ass is awesome," he says. High Stiles has no defense mechanisms, apparently, and says whatever he feels.