kilaem:

a Hearts of Stone au for @dexterous-sinistrous​ (blood and wine)

You must be careful what you wish for… For there are consequences. 

“Derek, I wish to be with Derek. To gaze into those eyes, eyes the devil would be proud to have…”

The words echoed in Stiles’ mind as sleep began to drift over him, the rose of remembrance clutched firmly in his hand as he fought it. He felt the witcher take her leave from his world, the hollowing darkness shifting to press down on him again, the nightmares slowly beginning to wake once more.

But sleep didn’t come. The ache in his chest started slow, like it had the day his rose had crumbled, before turning sharp as it began to spread from his heart into his brain, into his stomach and travelling down his limbs like blades. Th onslaught of the panic was debilitating, gasping for air that wouldn’t come, air that didn’t exist—into lungs that didn’t exist. As the world around him began to warp, Stiles fell to his knees, clutching at the one thing he thought would keep him in his world, as the bright light surrounded him and wrapped around him tightly. He wasn’t supposed to die. The witcher hadn’t taken the rose. He wasn’t supposed to move on. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t… He hadn’t seen Derek.

Derek.

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