A/N: Hello my dear readers!

Here is a small oneshot I thought about where the reader has supernatural powers: healing and used it on Void to stop him from hurting people.

Hope you'll like it.

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Hope is shaped by legends, giving a new spark of hope for a drastic situation, when all the solutions had been used and there is nothing left to do except wait for the inevitable.

People pray for miracles in desperate measures and that is when your name is whispered as a little firefly shining in the dark night.

The Healer, The Painkiller, The Retriever, the Savior.

Your gift had been passed from generations to generations and here you were in Beacon Hills, to finish your studies. You never thought this small city was going to bring so much trouble in your life. That is in this city you met Scott's pack, the supernatural creatures and you discovered you were yourself part of this world. All you knew was that you could heal any injuries by the single touch of your hand, however, the cost was that you felt the pain from the victim as if it was your own. The process was similar to absorption, swallowing the pain to create relief.

Stiles was your dear friend who held a very special place in your heart and when you noticed he was having a hard time to sleep, you tried to help him but something was blocking your power and it allowed him to sleep a few hours, but not enough to stop the growing evil in his mind.

The future held one of the hardest ordeals you will have to handle in your life. Were you ready to face it?

Absolutely not. When you all realised something had come back from the Nemeton, you had no idea it had taken your friend's sanity, replacing him with a dark version of Stiles.

WhileDeaton tried to decipher who this supernatural being possessing your friend was, a name clicked in your head: « Nogitsune ». You didn't say anything to the pack and headed home, the urge to look for more information overwhelming your veins. You rushed to your room, throwing your red backpack on the bed, and closed the open window you had left to wind the room. Your mind was boiling with ideas and possibilities, and to ease yourself, you took a deep breath.you had to calm down if you wanted to be on any help for Stiles.

« Step by step » you muttered, taking the laptop on your desk.

You sat on the bed, switching the device on. The wallpaper of Wonder Wonder lightened up, the powerful woman looking right at you, a smirk on her lips and you clicked on the « Google » item to do some research.

« Stiles, I'm going to save you, » you said out loud, your eyes reading every piece of information of the dark kitsune, a Japanese creature of evil.

You froze when a deep familiar voice said, out of nowhere.

« Are you? »

Your breath got caught in your throat as goosebumps raised up on your bare arms because you were wearing only a white tank top and a pair of black jeans. You dropped the laptop on your bed, your limbs going numb out of surprise and muffled a squeal of panic. He was here in your room, observing your trembling figure with a devilish smirk tugging at his chapped lips and you gulped. His dishevelled hair contrasted with the paleness of his alabaster skin and the purple sleeping bags while his eyes glinting of pure darkness. The beloved honey hazel orbs of your friend were darkened by the ebony colour of the night. He casually walked towards you, stepping out of the shadow and a strange feeling invaded your veins. The trembling of your body stopped suddenly as the realisation hit you like a bolt of lightning. Nor fear, nor dread coursing through your veins, only the steady heartbeat of your vital organ echoed in your ears while he walked until he sat on the bed, his gaze never leaving your calm figure. The Nogistune tilted his head to the side, watching you carefully as he expected you to be frightened as most of his preys had been but you were not scared of him. You were genuinely concerned about his demeanour. Why was he here? He could have killed you in a snap of his fingers, yet he didn't. He was playing a game from which you didn't the rules. You had to be careful, to trick a trickster is a very hard task but not impossible.

« Nogitsune, » you said carefully, eyeing the Stiles possessed body turn to face you in all his glory.

« Y/N, or should I call you the Healer or the Swallower of Pain ? » he stated darkly, the grin never faltering his dry lips.

Your back was pressed against the wall of your chamber, the Nogitsune at the other end of the bed and only a few centimetres separated you from your nemesis but you were drawn to him. You could sense something wrong emanating from wrong, as if he something was leaking from a wound, begging to be stopped.

You had to touch him, to stop the bleeding of his heart, filled with pain, strife and chaos.

On instinct, you leant on, your hand hanging in the frozen air until it touched the boy's shoulders who didn't flinch at your assault. His grin only widened as your veins turned white while his turned black. A groan left his lips, his eyes locked with yours while you used your power on him. You were absorbing his pain as well as he was absorbing yours and with horror, you realised the mistake you had made. You were an equal match. An unlimited food source to him and this time fear started to creep through your veins.

« No, no, this can't be possible» you mumbled, stepping back abruptly, taking your hand in yours, while your breath hitched and became heavy.

It was the first time your powers failed you, or should you say, didn't work as expected.

« I think Little Dove, I am going to keep you around. You are very valuable to me. » Void stated, leaning closer at each word until his breath fanned on your lips. You didn't dare to move, too shocked by what was happening and you didn't deny him when he brushed his lips with yours. Immediately, your power activated again, white veins appearing on your face while you tried to contain the amount and intensity of pain you were receiving.

You were so similar, yet so far from him, it frightened you the most. His face scattered in black veins, a groan of pleasure vibrating through his body, you pushed him away.

«Stop! Don't come near me » you shouted, getting out of your bed quickly.

However, a hand grasped your wrist and pushed you back to the bed. You tumbled back into your fluffy blankets, a weight straddling your hips, stopping you to go anywhere.

« Little Dove, don't run from me. No one escapes my game. Not even you even as precious as you are, losing you would be dramatic, especially for your dear Stiles. »

You struggled beneath him, his lower waist sitting on your stomach. However, he pinned your wrists above your head and you were sure to have bruises in the morning, Then he leant on, the coldness of his body raising goosebumps on its path until his lips nibbled your ear, whispering :

« Oh, how he is screaming at me to not touch you, to not hurt you, to not... kiss you. »

Your heart hammered faster in your chest as his words made a way through your brain and a laugh escaped your lips. Void straightened up, puzzled. Was it possible to be crazier than him?

« You do not have Stiles » you asserted sternly, staring at him right in the eyes.

And for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of light in the dark brown pupils.

« And why, do tell, do I not have Stiles? I possessed his body and all he can do is watch me torture his friends one by one. »

You snickered.

« Because he is mine. »

And then you purposefully used your power to drain any drop of pain he had. You had never felt so much pain in your life and you thought you were going to explode, but you kept going, closing your eyes shut while you did what you did the most: heal people.

You arched your back, your whole body tensing so much, your bones may break while Void screamed, unable to stop you and try to absorb your pain. The first time he had surprised you however, you were not going to let him destroy any more lives, even if it cost yours.

You healed the black heart of the Nogitsune, absorbing all the darkness: pain, strife, chaos, contained in his body until he went limp, frozen like a statue above you.

You were breathing heavily, pain plastered on your face, as you continued to drain the pain out of him, forcing your body to go beyond its limits when the familiar voice of Stiles echoed in the room :

« Y/ N? »

At that moment, you knew you won but as he released your wrists and cupped your cheeks, still straddling you, you sighed in relief. You opened your eyes, to be faced with a whiskey brown coloured eyes, a genuine smile lightening Stiles' lips.

«Stiles? »

Next, his smile slowly faded, dangerous black orbs replaced your friend's one, and you gasped. However, he leant on, kissing you passionately until you clawed his back to breathe, his tongue roughly dancing with yours.

« Nice try, Little Dove. It seems you have talons, but not sharp enough to actually kill me. »

He kissed you again, breathing the pain out of you while he regained energy and you let it go, closing your eyes as you kissed the man you loved one last time.

A/N: So what did you think?Good? Not good?