Ren the Ghost

happy halloween! (also on ao3)

Derek looks around the corner, and Stiles sticks his head out behind, too, getting just a glimpse of the ghost slowly stalking through the long hall, then Derek shoves him back with an annoyed frown. "Sorry," mouths Stiles, hiding behind him again, and then has to instantly muffle a scream with his hands over his face, staring over Derek's shoulder where the ghost now stands, towering above them.

When Derek turns as if to look, Stiles grabs his face and smashes a kiss onto his lips. Derek's noise of surprise is muffled between them, and then Derek is kissing him back and Stiles is slowly stepping away from the dark figure that once was the owner of the house. "Run," mouths Stiles into Derek's mouth, trying not to be heard by the ghost, but all Derek does is kiss him deeper, and then they just kind of kiss for a bit.

The ghost's still right there when Stiles opens his eyes. At least Derek must react to the skip of Stiles' heart, because he finally glances back and spots it, too. This time, when Stiles mouths run, they do.

The ghost follows them all the way to the front of the house, each smooth step crossing it over two meters, and it takes them a good hour of running to find the exit, the house looping back on them over and over. The ghost never tires, and when they're finally out, Stiles collapses on the dead grass and stares at the doorway the ghost fills up with it's long, strange limbs, simply standing there and staring at them. "Never again," wheezes Stiles, and Derek sits beside him, frowning and patting him until he calms down.

At least Derek's cute, Stiles thinks, when he frowns like that and hesitantly tries to comfort Stiles.