duodécima luna. [a stiles fanfic]

último.

It had only been a week.

A week since, as Tomei liked to refer to it as "it all going down with that Gerard prick and that teenage lizard" and Violeta could understand her abuela's insistance. Before, Violeta was so angry, so full of rage at how her grandmother was so... done with living after Joey died. It was as if the concept of life no longer interested her. And after a week of the bond with Stiles, Violeta could understand.

For example, since sleeping in the same bed with Stiles... there was no way Violeta could part with him and sleep in a different bed. And she was glad he thought the same thing.

Of course Noah was a bit hesitant at first but after seeing how they interacted, it almost felt wrong to say no. Stiles and her standing in the kitchen as Stiles awkwardly rambled about how "would it be okay if Violeta stayed the night and not on the couch but in my room but the door would be open not that we'd be doing anything wrong we're just gonna be sleeping together-- in the bed, sleeping as in asleep sleeping. Unconscious sleeping. Not sleeping as in--"

"Yes, yes-- just stop talking." Noah had interrupted him. But he had agreed not to get his son to stop talking, but because anyone staring at the two of them could see. If Stiles moved, Violeta moved. And the other way around. It was a clear, yin-yang of sorts. Stiles was rambling nervously and Violeta was rubbing comforting circles on his inner wrist. Violeta was looking faraway up at the ceiling, clearly somewhere else and Stiles was tapping her at the moment she needed to re-engage with the conversation. The pair were definitely linked by something. Even those who weren't in the know with the supernatural could tell.

Noah had done a bit of snooping. After they had gone to bed, Violeta pressing a kiss to Stiles head the moment he started nodding off after dinner and his son had only responded with, "Yeah." And pulled her off the couch before saying goodnight to his father. Noah had stayed about half an hour or so downstairs, pretending to watch TV. He then crept upstairs and peeked in the door that was, indeed, open to see Violeta curled up beside Stiles. Her hood was up, covering her hair and her back was to Stiles, the 'bigger spoon' who had his arm around her. However, his head was dipped down, nesting between her shoulder and neck. It almost didn't look comfortable.

Noah recalled the first morning and how Violeta had woken up before Stiles. He'd been up before the two and had sat with his coffee and morning paper. Violeta had trudged down and after an awkward moment where Noah reminded in a lame joke that "mi casa su casa" Violeta prepared her own coffee and some toast.

Not even a full minute passed - Violeta had just put the toast in the toaster - and they both heard the sounds of Stiles coming downstairs. He was half-asleep, rubbing his barely open eyes. Yawning, he ignored his own father and went straight to Violeta. He wrapped his arms around her from the back. The toast came out at that exact second and Violeta held it up over her shoulder for him to take a bite. No spread on it - just as Stiles liked.

Noah felt the need to look away. For some inexplicable reason, the very innocent, albeit cute moment, seemed too intimate for his foreign eyes.

Violeta and Stiles continued on this way for the next week or so until Tomei's 'house party.' Tomei had invited everyone - even Peter - over to their house for a BBQ. For Tomei, it was long overdue. Violeta should feel like she could have her family around her at home and stop punishing herself.

Which, by the way she was around Stiles, Violeta had evidently done so.

She cooked extra dinner to take to the Sherrif's office. She sat on the bleachers while Stiles and Scott practiced lacrosse. She sat with Stiles' head in her lap as she listened to Scott ramble about Allison. She walked into D-Bo or UG's house parties hand-in-hand with Stiles. Violeta asked Tomei where some piece of clothing was until she realised she'd left it at the Stilinski's. She even went to the gym with Stiles once and Tomei had smiled at Violeta coming and recounting Stiles' adventures training arms.