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𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆
oh, yeah, i'm fantastic

"BLOODY HELL!" Stiles shouted as he fell off of his bed, landing on his face.

"Are you okay?" A raspy voice questioned which made the Stilinski — now Fairchild — freeze and snap his tired eyes open. "Stiles?" Memories from last night flooded his veins which made his pulse quicken, heart jump, and for a sweat to moisten his palms.

I slept with Alec. Alexander Lightwood. The hot stud. The dark and brooding. The leather jacket wearing —

Okay, okay, Stiles, focus.

I slept with somebody! I mean, I didn't sleep with him, but I slept with them. Oh my God. That makes no sense whatsoever!

"Stiles, are you okay?"

"Uh..." His mouth was agape as he stumbled to stand up. "Yeah, yeah, totally." No! I was not okay. He was the first male to actually ever sleep on his bed with him. Sure, Scott had sat on his bed when they were friends, but that's completely different since there was no feelings involved.

"Are you sure?" Alec stood up and stretched, his black shirt rising up so Stiles could see his stomach; he bit his lip as he checked him out. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Stiles brought his gaze up to meet his, and Alec had the audacity to wink at him.

"Guys!" The booming voice of Jace interrupted then which made Alec groan. "We have a code red at an abandoned building two streets over!"

"Come on." Alec picked up his bow and arrows, and threw a still-dazed Stiles a seraph blade.



"ARE YOU SURE about this, Jace?" Clary questioned as the group of them walked into the abandoned building — weapons raised — ready for a fight.

But nothing was in sight.

"I'm sure, Clary." He turned and gave her a look. It was a longing look which made Stiles want to puke. In his opinion, she would look a lot better with Izzy.

But the question was; is she into girls?

Stiles was forced out of his thoughts as something gripped his shoulder and he was thrown forward. Letting out a yell of surprise, he threw his hands out in front of him, catching himself before rolling into a standing position. He spun around and pointed the Seraph blade at the persons throat.

He came face to face with Scott Mccall, the rest of the pack standing behind him.

Stiles lowered his Seraph blade with an annoyed breath. "Why in the bloody hell did you throw me and why are you here!?" He threw out his hands as he stared incredulously at the McCall pack.

"What are we doing here?" Scott repeated the question. "What are you doing here?"

"That is..." Stiles paused and put the Seraph blade into his pants waist, "None of your business."

"And us being here is none of yours, Stiles." Lydia stood tall, crossing her arms.

"Stiles?" The boy in question rolled my eyes at Lydia before turning to Alec to only see them pointing their weapons at a group of vampires. "A little help?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded and before anyone could say or do anything, hd threw my Seraph blade, the weapon sailing through the air before embedding itself into a vampires heart. He chuckled as he watched it fall to the ground; dead.

"What the hell, Stiles!?" Scott exclaimed, staring at his best friend in disbelief.

"You gotta do what you gotta do." Stiles shrugged, barely even looking at him over his shoulder before a fight between shadowhunters and vampires happened.

Alec shot at his arrows as the rest of them fought with their Seraph blades.

Due to Clary and Stiles being relatively new, they were less experienced meaning they had a whole lot more weak spots.

Stiles was punched in the face multiple times by one of the vampires and was finally able to get at least one punch in before Alec came up behind it, and stabbed it in the neck with one of his arrows. Stiles nodded a thanks to him before stabbing the vampire in the chest with his Seraph blade.

"Liam!"

Stiles turned his head in time just to see Liam getting bit in the neck, almosy immediately, the Vampire backed up, hissing.

"Werewolf," it spat before Stiles threw his Seraph blade and impaled the bastard. That was on of his favorite tricks so far; throwing the sword and watching it hit its target — he was taught that by Izzy.

Now, hd might not like the pack anymore, but Liam is just a kid, he doesn't deserve to die, not yet, anyway.

"Th-thank you," Liam breathed out, staring at Stiles in shock as he walked by him to grab the Seraph blade.

"Whatever." Stiles shrugged at the young beta before he was gripped by the same shoulder Scott had grabbed, and was spun around to come face to face with a vampire who was shot with an arrow at the exact time he touched Stiles.

That was the last vampire.

Stiles smiled at the sight of all his friends alive. Alive, but breathing heavily.

Sure, the fight was pretty simple seeing as it was only like five vamps that they went again, but it was still a fight. And he and Clary did amazing in his opinion.

"You okay?" Alec approached him with worried blue eyes, grabbing his dance in his hands as his beautiful blue eyes checked him for any injuries. "You're alright," he breathed out and he slowly leaned in, their lips mending together in a short but passionate kiss.

"Umm?"

They looked over at the pack who were staring at them like they were aliens. And the Shadowhunters looked happy and smug, not surprised at all at the scene.

"You're gay!?" Lydia and Malia exclaimed in sync.

"I thought you liked me," Lydia whined which seemed to have set off Clary and Simon. Simon hissed through his fangs — which they recently found out that he was a vampire — and Clary stormed over to Lydia, the girl who pretty much looked like her doppelgänger.

"For your information, bitch, he is bisexual, get it right!" She snapped, clenching her hands into fists. "Everyone just assumed he had a crush on you just because he admired your smarts and how strong you were." Her green eyes narrowed into slits. "But now, I think we can all see who you really are... a fucking whiny ass bitch who thinks she's all that because she has the looks and the brains." She moved herself closer to the other redhead, their faces only inches apart. "But let me tell you something, Lydia, you're not the shit. You're just another girl in this damn world."

Izzy breathed out, licking her lips at the sight of the fierce redhead.

"Damn." Stiles whistled before pulling his twin into his arms. "I never knew you could get so mean."

"Only over family." She grinned up at him, eyes glistening.

"Family?" Scott questioned, confused.

"Stiles." The boy in question turned his head to look at Jace who had spoke. "If we're gonna find The Mortal Cup and defeat your father, we'll need help. And no matter how much I hate Downworlder's or this specific pack for what they did to you, we are seriously going to need back up soon seeing as those were Valentine's vampires."

"Ugh."

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