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She's not pack. The words still ring around her head as she sits on her bed starring off into the distance. She's not pack.
Why? She doesn't understand. She's spent years keeping this pack alive, trying to keep everyone happy. Why did they kick her out? Her dad's no help either, picking up more and more work shifts so he doesn't have to think about her being right. About the supernatural being real. It's not her fault the darach went after him, he's the sherif and she needed warriors for her five knot bullshit. Or maybe he's having a hard time with the fact that she literally died to find him.
It doesn't matter, she's alone.... or so she thinks.
The Nogitsune has lived for a very long time, they've seen empires rise and then seen them fall. In fact they've helped in both just for the fun of it. They've watched good people turn bad and bad people become good, they've slaughtered both. They've done a lot, seen a lot and sitting in the back of this little sparks mind is really no different than any other mind they've sat in. Sadness, betrayal, power.
They could twist this little sparks mind easily in this state. Feed the anger a little, take a tiny bit from the love. They might not even have to fully possess the spark to get a slaughter going and isn't that a fun thought? Being able to sit back and watch the chaos instead of being the one actively causing it.
They entertain the idea as their host gets their pack bonds ripped out. Imagine all of the ways it can go with vivid detail which, of course, ruins it. You see, what was said in the beginning was true. They've been there and they've done that. Everything that they imagine has been done before and that's boring. There are only so many times someone can be ripped apart by hand after all so the Nogitsune shifts through the little sparks other prominent emotions, they're bored.
Loneliness... they gently pull at it, carful not to tug too hard lest they alert the spark that something is wrong. Little flashes swim past. Her dad being an hour late to pick her up, her mother trying to kill her, her brother ignoring her for new shinier people, her pack sidelining her no matter how helpful she tried to be, the man she loved picking others over her again and again. Then the reason they both sit in this little room, alone in this little house.
Their host is alone, so very alone...
A new plan forms that has them grinning in glee, they are willing to toss out their plan for revenge against Noshiko for the fun of something new. Well, they are willing to put it on the back burner until later. The best part of a spark they have discovered over their years is that they have the potential to be anything, to be everything. All they need is a little push in the right direction.
The Nogitsune slowly opens a pathway into their hosts spark then starts feeding it. They are more than willing to be that push.
Stiles doesn't notice the change at first, she's too busy wallowing in the emptiness in her chest. Humans can't feel pack bonds her ass. She goes to class, ignores the pack laughing more without her there, then goes back to an empty house and a note saying that her dad was working again. She cleans, she cooks, she lies in bed starring at the ceiling trying to crush her ADHD be willpower alone.
She doesn't notice the change at first... but then she does.
It's been two weeks since shit hit the fan with the darach and she's finally recovering from the ordeal enough to realize that her hair is slightly longer than it should be. She stands in front of the mirror starring at the perfectly styled bob, she ruffles it and pulls her hand back. She watches it settle perfectly, her eyes move over her face. She looks like she's wearing Lydia level makeup but she doesn't even own makeup. She rubs a thumb over her bottom lip then look at it, not even a smudge.
She wants to be worried, wants to be suspicious but looking at herself makes her giddy. She's done this, she knows she has. She feels it. Deaton had said that all powerful sparks had to do was believe they could do something for it to happen, he had said that her spark was too small for that but look at her now! She had been down, she had wanted change and now she had it. She spins towards her closet and digs, the outfit she finds makes her hesitate a tad. It's been in the back of her closet for... years she thinks. Something she bought to rebel but was too scared to wear. Her eyes flicker back to her reflection and her resolve hardens again. If they don't want her then fine, she'll make them regret it. She's a badass mother fucker with magic! Fuck them.
She puts the outfit on and spends a minute giving herself a magic manicure (if being law enforcement doesn't work she now has a backup plan, good to know) then grabs her stuff and heads out to Roscoe. This is going to be epic.
The Nogitsune watches in the back of their hosts mind as they steadily feed the spark-turned-flame. They are very pleased with themselves for picking this host, they'd never admit it out loud but they'd been thinking about taking the hunter at first. Forbidden love was always fun to play with after all and breaking the heart of Noshiko's daughter had been so very tempting. They still could, they had time but they were pleased that they decided to play this game instead.
Their host had been stronger than they had originally thought, though that was because someone had been syphoning off their power. Something they had stopped right away, this was their host and no one was allowed to mess with them. The point was that just cutting off the drain and opening the path between them had caused the spark to flame, it was glorious. And now with their power feeding the fire... that alpha should have bitten her when he had the chance because he was right. She would have made a glorious wolf but now.
Now everyone was going to see exactly how magnificent she'd be as a Fox.
Stiles pulls up to school and takes a deep breath, reminding herself that she was a badass who didn't need the fucking pack to be happy, then gets out. Her heels click as she walks over the concrete making people stare, she watches them back from behind her sunglasses and feels her confidence grow. Yes, they are looking at her and whispering but she can see that it's because they are checking her out. This is so cool! She's never been the Hot One before, is this what Lydia feels like all the time? Wow.
By the time she's stalking past the pack her back is strait and her head is held high. They don't notice her at first but then Derek looks up and freezes. Oh how she's wanted him to look at her like that since she met him, it feels good. The rest of the pack follow his eyes and freeze as well.
"Stiles?" Scott chokes. She flips him off without breaking stride making him splutter while the students milling around outside snicker. That feels good too.
Derek must use his super alpha power on them after she enters the school because they follow her around all day. They sit next to her in class and try to get her to talk to them, they sit next to her at lunch with the same goal. She pointedly ignores them and she can tell that they are frustrated with her lack of response but she really doesn't care. (She totally does but she's being petty, they aren't her pack. Why should she care?)
She's completely unsurprised to find Derek leaning against Roscoe when she leaves, just to be super petty she completely ignores him while she puts her bag into the back seat. She stays calm while planning a small shopping trip, today had been good (nosy Hale pack aside) and she's decided to have more of them.
"You're leaning against my drivers side door." She says finally. He raises an unamused eyebrow. "I could get in through the passengers side but then I'd have to do the awkward climbing thing and I really don't want to do that." He doesn't reply which is annoying. She's so over power plays, she gets enough from creepy uncle Peter. Fine, if he wants to stand there all day he can. She pulls out her phone and starts playing Candy Crush, making sure that her volume is on max to piss him off more.
She can pratingly feel the anger washing off of him in waves five minutes in while the pack hovers unsure. "Why are you dressed like that?" He finally snaps, point one to Stiles.
She looks away from her phone and raises an eyebrow of her own. "Why do you care?" She shoots back. He growls lowly and his eyes flash red. "Really?" She huffs making the others shuffle, even Lydia and isn't that a power trip. "I'm not pack, remember? I can do whatever the fuck I want. You've made it very clear that I don't answer to you." She hisses, they are both chest to chest now. "So if I want to doll myself up and wear heels then it's none of your fucking business Alpha Hale. Now get the fuck off Roscoe before I make you." She lets a tiny bit of magic dance along her fingers and is a little shocked to find it black. It twists lazily like pitch black smoke.
"How did you do that?" He says in shock bringing her back.
She smiles as she flicks her finger, he actually stumbles as he's semi yanked away from Roscoe. "Turns out Deaton might have lied about the size of my spark. Shame on him." She purrs as she gets in Roscoe. "It's weird the things you learn about yourself when you stop trying to please others." She tells them then drives away.
It takes her another week to realize that her senses have become enhanced and then another week after that to realize that she's definitely not a spark anymore.
Well, the pulsing black smoky mass that swirls around her like Kira's thunder kitsune spirit kind of gives it away.
It's been a month since the Nogitsune picked it's host and they've been having a great time. Even without their power feeding the flame their host is naturally chaotic, their mind jumping through so many hoops that had the Nogitsune been a few millennia younger it may have had trouble keeping up. Who knew mortals were this interesting?
It's been a month and the Nogitsune is very surprised at the sudden connection they feel one morning, they'd been expecting to wait years to be honest but a month? Well that's just impressive. So now their little spark is a Kukan kitsune which means it's finally time to take the next step in their plan!
Oh they're so exited!
Stiles is not stupid, blissfully ignorant yes but stupid. Never. She knows that something had been happening to her, that it was very likely whatever darkness Deaton had passively warned them about when he resurrected them was likely sticking with her. Her magic was black smoke for gods sake but she didn't feel like she was possessed. She wasn't loosing time or wanting to kill people, all she was really getting from this was a power boost that she was actually trying hard not to use after that first day so she didn't rack up a debit she couldn't pay.
Out of all of the scenarios her mind had come up with, turning into a kitsune hadn't been one of them. Not even close actually.
She waves her hands through the black mass and watches almost transfixed as it parts and reforms around her. It's pretty cool if you ignore the fact that she's turned into a supernatural overnight... more of one actually.
Hello? She blinks at the voice and spins around but doesn't see anyone around her. Can you here me?
"Ummm, yes?" She says wearily.
Oh good! I've been trying for the past hour. Are you enjoying your first tail?
"I'm sorry, my what?" She asks, confused and weary.
I seem to be getting ahead of myself, this has just been a lot of fun you see. I'm a Nogitsune and I was trapped under that stupid magic stump in the preserve. Thanks for getting me out by the way.
.... That does not fill Stiles with confidence at all. Mostly because the darach had been trying to get something out of the nemeton and she has a sinking feeling that this Nogitsune is what that was.
So smart. The voice praises pleasantly, oh god it's in her head. Now you're getting it. So Mieczysława, now we've settled that why don't we have a little chat. Skipping over all of the boring stuff of course.
Her eyes narrow and in the mirror she watches as they bleed white, she blinks a few times and they go back to normal. "Okay, skipping all of the boring stuff. What do you want?" She's more blunt than she wants to be given how many questions she has but this thing is inside her head and she's weary of pissing it off, at least until she knows how to get rid of it.
It laughs brightly in a thousand different tones at that. What I want is something new. something I've never done before. It admits after it's done laughing at her. It would be easy to possess you, to make you slaughter this town in the most painful ways possible but I've done that a thousand times.
"How painful for you." She mutters making it laugh again. "So what is this new thing you want?"
Well I'm so glad you asked. It says in such a tone that she knows that it's smirking at her. I want the same thing you do, a family. I have seen hundreds of thousands of other peoples families. The good. The bad. The horrifying. But I've never been the child, never had the mother myself.
She can feel it's budding excitement, feel it swim in her mind. She has a feeling she knows what it wants. "What is a nogitsune?" She asks instead her eyes closed, it feels like the world is closing in around her.
A Kukan kitsune, also known as a Void kitsune. It answers in amusement.
"And I suppose that is what I am now too?" She says with a sigh.
You are correct. Do you agree to my deal?
"You've not asked me anything yet, I'm not going to blindly agree. Explain about what you said earlier. About me having a tail."
It laughs again. Good catch little Mieczysława. A kitsune gains a tail every time they master one of their skills. You mastered the skill that only the Kukan can, Illusion Casting. One of many only we can use. You'll become more powerful with each tail you gain like all kitsune. Every kitsune has nine skills so we all have a maximum of nine tails. She blinks, oh, that was really cool actually. The deal is that you carry me to term and I spend that time teaching you about all of your new skills. I'd like for you to raise me as well but I'll leave that up to you.
"Really? You'd just be okay with me giving you up for adoption?" She asks because she hadn't expected it to be that easy. I mean, not that easy because she was going to be pregnant at 17 but she thought that they'd want the whole package...
I want to grow up like a human does, good or bad. It's exiting that I don't know which one I'll get. The reason I'm only going to teach you during the pregnancy is because I plan to lock my memories away so I can experience this properly, it'd be no fun knowing how to react to everything.
"... And what happens if I don't agree?"
I sit back and watch you flail as you try and understand what's happening to you.
"Who do you have in mind for the father"? She asks with a heavy heart. There is only one person she'd want but she won't go to him. No matter how mad she is at Derek she won't use him like that.
That's the best part little Mieczysława. We don't need a father for this. We just need to pool our magic together and want it. Do you agree?
"Why do I feel like you're keeping things from me?" She sighs.
Because you're smart. Do you agree?
She runs through the Nogitsune's deal a few times in her head to try and find fault but she comes up empty. It seems that their deal lasts for the pregnancy then when that's over they have both fulfilled their parts of the deal and are free to go on their own way. "... Fine. I agree" She says before gasping, she has to clutch the windowsill to stop from falling. The black mass sinks into her skin as the power drain continues, the whole thing lasts around 10 seconds before the world around her kind of explodes.
Her right hand shoots to her stomach as the power returns. It worked, she can feel it.
Excellent! Now you should pack, unless you want that pack of werewolves to rip you apart. Or the hunters, we are on their territory without permission after all.
Stiles blinks then growls, of course they couldn't have made this a little easier. This baby is such a asshole already... definitely a Stilinski.