addictedramblings asked for a Stiles post-Nogitsune, who sees his friends being threatened and uses instincts he remembers from that time to save them. Your prompt was long, and this is only sort of what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it!
The sight of his friends’ bruised and bleeding bodies does something to Stiles. He can feel it rising up deep inside, hollowing him out and leaving him cold.
Scott and Liam are weak and spasming from the wolfsbane still ilngering in the air. Lydia’s standing tall in the face of three bounty hunters, a bruise blooming on one cheek and fire in her eyes as she stares down the gun. And Derek… Derek’s too altered now, too human, to have been affected by the wolfsbane. He must have tried to fight back when Scott and Liam had fallen. Stiles can see it in the broken skin and the wincing eyes, in his shaking arms as he pushes himself slowly up on his elbows to look at Stiles.
“Don’t get involved, kid,” the hunter says, eyeing Stiles with lips curling. “You’re not on the list and you got no bounty. No need for you to die with the beasts.”
His foot kicks out and Derek crumples, grunting.
Stiles has never considered himself a good person. Never thought of himself as a hero. There’s no surprise at the blood-red images that flit through his mind of the hunter writhing on the floor in Derek’s place, of a long blade sliding straight through his heart.
His head tilts, slow and thoughtful.
“Well, we all have our own definition of beasts, don’t we?”
They think he’s come here unarmed. They think they’ve stumbled across a stupid, weak boy. They have no idea about the things he’s capable of, the things he’s willing to do to protect the ones he loves.
It takes a moment for Stiles to recognize the way his shoulders have gone loose, his hands folding casually in front of him.
When the hunter looks up from Derek’s writhing body, Stiles sees his stance shift with new awareness. Awareness of a predator, even if he doesn’t consciously recognize it.
“So you’re really one of those pro-monster freaks, huh?”
“Not at all.” Stiles allows his lips to curl, a pleasant smile that doesn’t come near his eyes. “I’m in the business of protecting innocent people from monsters.”