#BH A Thousand Nights

[katjadarkrider]

Traveller

Drawing from 20th October 2021

Time: 1h 54m

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Tell me more about your BBC Ghosts character swap AU please?

(like I wanna know from you about the other BH ghosts you didn't draw in their character swap AU version yet on what their character swap would be, for example Thomas, Mary & Robin please?)

Thanks!

I'd be happy to!

Thomas is a caveman, tricked into a fight by his cousin (with less of the dramatics though, since Francis couldn't have forged a letter)  who either got stabbed with a spear or bonked on the head with a club. Regardless, he was killed and in death, gets to carry around a spear. It‘s big, cumbersome and annoying, and I just think it’s funny. He can give the living bruises with it.

To blabber on a bit: his name is actually To, but Julian thought that was stupid so renamed him Thomas, and he did originally come from Scotland. Though it wasn't called Scotland when he was there, obviously.

He struggles a lot with modern English - he’s lived through the rise and fall and change of so many languages that he really struggles to keep up. He slips between using new English and old English, French, old Brythonic languages etc, especially when he’s upset. That's what really kick-started his friendship with Patrick- Pat was the first one really willing to just stop and try to understand what Thomas was saying, and the first one to really sit down and help Thomas with his English. They have lessons every Thursday evening. 

He still likes poetry, but because of all that he’s even worse at it. He also still hates Byron, just for less personal reasons.

With the whole having being around for thousands of years and watched people come and go, he's terrified of the other ghosts moving on without him. He doesn't like to sleep alone because of it, likes being able to keep an eye on at least one ghosts during the night. He tends to spend the night with Pat or Kitty, curled up on the foot of their beds, but he’ll stay with someone else now and then

Mary is a Girl Guide leader from the 80s. She's a timid woman to begin with, raised in a strict Catholic household, who works in a farm shop-come-cafe. She was encouraged to take up the Guide role by her husband to give her more confidence, and she stayed with it after his death. It didn't really make her more confident though, and her Guides quickly learned that they could walk all over her. She died while camping out on the Button grounds - some of the girls set a fire that quickly got out of control. Mary couldn't get out of her tent and died of asphyxiation (suspend your disbelief if you wouldn't mind). She still was close to Annie (and depending on how much you want to play around with the au, Annie could still be around, era switched with the plagues) and learned to be more confident through her.

She insists on doing grace at mealtimes, even though she can't eat, tells people off for blasphemy, and prays on Sundays in lieu of going to mass. The longer she's with the ghosts though, the less she does it. She has a few handy survival tools in her pockets, and like Pat, knows a thing or two about using a bow and arrow.

Robin is from the Georgian era, a nobleman's son who was sent to live with his uncle in hopes he'd straighten Robin out and turn him into a proper gentleman. Robin hated that idea. He planned to make a getaway and start a new life, one where he could just be himself, only to get struck by lightning before he ever made it off the grounds.

It's hard think of a Robin with ‘perfect’ speech, so I like to imagine he came over from North Wales, Welsh being his first language. He does speak English, albeit reluctantly, and has no desire to be fluent in it.

He's still outdoorsy and cares a lot about animals - his parents never had much time for him so he spent most of his time chasing around mice in the manor and sneaking into the stables to pet the horses. He can also still muck around with electricity.    

I don't think I've talked about Julian either, but he's the headless Tudor. Much like in canon, he didn't pay much attention to his wife or child, which was ultimately his downfall when he unknowingly partied with people who were plotting to kill the queen and was damned by association. He got his head lobbed off, and the head can appear in photographs. He makes so many jokes about it.

I can't really think of much else to say at the moment but yeah, that's them

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

Re: JK being so media trained (which I agree, from Day One that had to be a huge priority), how do we explain the thousands of videos when he and V know a camera is present when they’re glaring and side-eyeing each other interacting with other members and friends? This makes me wonder if some of it could be fan service (which would make me so sad!) because it feeds into that weird “possessive and jealous is romantic” narrative that gets posted again and again.

That's different, those videos are about being in a interview situation or something similar. They tend to be on BH produced variety shows like RunBTS, Bon Voyage or In the Soop. JK's media "training" comes through on interviews. Tae is also media trained but just tends to reveal more than JK about their relationship.

I think this media training was perfectly highlight in one BH produced show... episode 6 of ITS1, the post "date night" intereviews... why didn't Tae do any and all the to the camera commentary was done by JK. I think it's because would have most likely gone into more detail than JK did. I always found the lack of Tae's to camera interviews was very telling.

The fans service element you mention.... isn't odd that it tends to only be Taekook that does so call fan servicey stuff... why does no one else do it to the same extent. They might do some in content produced by BH but hardly ever in external interviews, but JK and Tae seem to have loads of moments.

It's just weird.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (11-17 Dec 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 The Bullet That Missed (Thursday Murder Club #3) (Richard Osman, author; Fiona Shaw, narrator) - just a joy to spend some more time with Joyce, Ron, Elizabeth, Ibrahim and the rest of the gang for another adventure

😊 Love of a Particular Kind (Laura Kaye (laurakaye)) - 59K, Clint/Coulson, BIRD-BASED omegaverse, excellently detailed worldbuilding, absolutely fascinating

😍 The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home (turningterrific) - 82K, canon-divergent Sterek - love this story of Derek finally leaving BH, finding safety & healing and the slow burn development of his relationship with Stiles

😊 Charged (cydonic) - 47K, no-powers AU with rich single dad Steve and accidental nanny Bucky

💖💖 +176K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

the world throws its light underneath your hair (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: steddie, 6.5K - this series is incredible and every new entry a delight

Quench (AidaRonan) - MCU: stucky, 9.4K - because the brilliant phrase 'body like a Mack truck made of ribeye' popped into my head and I had to reread this forever fave

Bring Us Some Figgy Spankings and a Happy New Year (Kellyscams) - MCU: stucky, 7.3K - some fun porny holiday goodness

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Mamma Mia!

One Day At A Time - s2, e13; s3, e13

How To Build A Sex Room - s1, e1

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again

Leverage: Redemption - s2, e6

The Old Guard

The Sandman - s1, e11

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Off Menu - Ep 143: Siobhán McSweeney

The Sporkful - Rick Martínez Hates The Word ‘Authentic’

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Luciadagen

You're Dead To Me - Medieval Christmas

On the Media - Re-Sorting the Shelves: A Look at Bias In the Dewey Decimal System

Switched on Pop - How Bad Bunny won 2022

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Sponge Capital of the World

Decoder Ring Plus - Cellino & Barnes, Injury Attorneys, 800-888-8888

Betwixt The Sheets: The History of Sex, Scandal & Society - Trash

Artifactual - Live From Pearl Harbor

Artifactual - Sanborn Fire Insurance Maps

Artifactual - The We Three Trio: Music from the Space Race

Artifactual - Finding James Bond's Vehicles

99% Invisible #518 - Mini-Stories: Volume 15

Vibe Check - The Holiday Hottie Survival Guide

ICYMI Plus - Why Did NBC’s Internet Culture Reporter Spend So Much Time on Reddit?

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Endless Hertz

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Duke Riley and the poly S. Tyrene Maritime Museum

Ologies with Alie Ward - Meteorology (WEATHER & CLIMATE) with Marshall Shepherd

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Getting Lost

Betwixt The Sheets: The History of Sex, Scandal & Society - Rochester: The Restoration's Filthiest Poet with Neil Gaiman

Off Menu - Ep 4: Nish Kumar (Christmas Special)

You're Dead To Me - The Victorian Christmas

You're Dead To Me - Christmas with Charles Dickens

Strong Songs - The Music of Star Wars: Andor

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

"Godzilla" [Blue Öyster Cult] radio

Eagles

Presenting Bad Bunny

Foundations of Metal

Multi Cello Retro TV/Video Game

The Clash [The Clash]

Give 'Em Enough Rope [The Clash]

London Calling [The Clash]

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

Kylie Christmas (Snow Queen Edition) [Kylie Minogue]

Christmas Through Your Eyes [Gloria Estefan]

If On A Winter's Night [Sting]

Christmas Island [Jimmy Buffett]

'Tis The SeaSon [Jimmy Buffett]

Quality Street: A Seasonal Selection for All the Family [Nick Lowe]

[eclipsecrowned]

no but like. consider. valas leading one last push against his grandsire in the decades before canon. valas storming some last stronghold of the enemy, guided towards their champion, towards whatever this wretched sanctum holds sacred. he expects a warrior, someone of immense strength and brutality.

and he stumbles into a makeshift nursery. and there on the floor is a child, only just old enough to explore her little world. elven, wide eyed -- has his father's eyes. but the eyes of valas' father are his father's eyes. bh**l's stain is upon this child who even now smears her hand through the blood on valas' cheek and smiles up at him.

is it because of the gore, or because he lifts and holds her? all the world cries for him to spill this child's blood, but he comes up with a thousand other ways. he could raise her, as g*rion raised his father -- but this is something without the mortal counterbalance of bh**l's other children. he could send her away, fostered out somewhere she cannot be found -- but they are always found. another generation's hero is proof of that.

this must be done. his father fought so hard, and his death did not win him peace. it gave the profane divine just enough power to produce this thing that pretends to be a helpless babe. it should be so easy to end her.

but like his mother before him, he cannot do it. he cannot shed innocent blood, no matter how contemptible. he flees the temple entirely. forgets his name, denies his blood, lives anonymous and with the shame of it. he could not commit to the only cause that mattered. it was his moment of weakness, and it caught him blind.

he can only make it right decades later, a knife to the back, the end of murder's masterpiece. her eyes were not innocent then. they hungered for power, and blood, and she held the stone in her blade. he stopped it. far too late to take all of it back, but better late than never, better after she's nearly brought the ruin of the world than after she's had a chance to strike. it's done. it's over. even if that girl in the temple did not deserve this, that monster beneath the city did.

he sleeps easily at night. he no longer hears a child's laughter in his sleep.

[surveillance-0011]

More. More headcanon

Human AU: Harper, Sweezy, Gus all dye their hair often. Kenny, Douglas and Giblets do so occasionally. Mona bleaches his hair.

Lizzie’s hair is also bleached but. Liek. Duh!!

BH has gotten into the habit of swaddling the gatlians up in blankets (with permission/on their request ofc) and pampering them on days off between bounties n shit

They are a little worried every now and then about what exactly is respectful to the gatlians and they don't wanna get into the habit of treating them more like pets or anything like that but. Hand made to cherish friends and treat them right. and in the end the gats would certainly let BH know if anything was too much

BH and Lizzie used to play flash games on their parents’ computer and get viruses trying to download cartoons and music when they were younger

They also played video games and generally spent a lot more time together when they were younger.

Lizzie’s friend Jen is still alive and ok I’m coping I’m seething I’m malding

Jorb becomes one of Globo’s biggest fans

Blorto has killed a man. Or two or three. He is not proud of this but he is not against killing again if need be.

Douglas likes shaved ice. He’s also fond of freeze dried candies + treats but everyone else at the cartel does the thing parents do where you say you like something like once offhand and then all the sudden to them this is all you’ve ever known. And he just doesn’t get it. At least that’s a good thing to have stocked up if need be?

If there anything he does rlly like like that it’s 1) alcohol and partying and 2) torturing people and 3) (older usually) sci fi movies. Also likes to take notes from horror and thriller movies. Guy Who Has Watched Every Saw Movie.

Douglas is probably not his birth name, I think he’s changed his name a couple of times in his life before he settled down with the cartel. Settled down is such a gentle way to say that idk. Idk. Shrug shrug shrug. Idk

The officers meet when they can, usually bimonthly probably? Monthly? Depends on who is available? But will convene for important events and anything that comes up. They’ve also celebrated important business milestones and some holidays together. I am visualizing a hella rad New Year’s party but considering every planet’s probably in another year it’s probably some other standard annual thing. Anniversary of their founding? Sure. I like that.

Otherwise? Garm and Nips spend a lot of time together, p much daily. Skrendels r always down to chill outside of work if things r going good. And likewise Douglas can and will party down so he’s out with them like half the time. (The other half he's wherever doing god knows what) Krubis used to do the same but has gradually just kinda been bogged down with work though they’ve all dragged him out with em a couple times.

Krubis also tends to cross paths with the Skrendels every now and then when his operations get close ish to the laboratories. And sometimes Giblets is unavoidable. unfortunately

But giblets rlly is a hermit. Used to be a bit more sociable but he only really does what he has to do then fucks right off to do. Whatever he does. Shrug.

Gurgula is also off doing his own thing outside of any crucial contact bc he can’t afford to be caught red handed. But he’s been to at least one party/night out/etc etc etc and. Well. What happens in Dreg Town stays in Dreg Town.

Garmantuous’s vision is best in the eye on the stalk.

Gatlian mouth perfect shape for ice cream I am going to feed them all ice cream. and other assorted snacks

Kenny is the sort of guy to have a thousand half finished water bottles by his bed

I think he likes salty snacks also. Chips. And I think he’d like straight up dry ramen crushed up with the seasoning on top. And gummies sour gummies but he also looks like a big gummy to me so maybe that’s just me

Gus and Sweezy are pretty damn close and generally get along well. Gus gets she's just a tougher person and also has had 2 be more callous to survive but still calls her out on any total bullshit and meanwhile she's glad to have someone who's a lot more chill in her corner after so much time w/ douglas and they generally just. rlly understand each other and understand what the other has experienced. and theyre a lil like. when mr krabs and squidward are kind of bitchy together. they get to be a lil mean as a treat they've earned it.

I mean Gus. is chill very chill and i think he's a pretty nice guy but he's not one to stand for any bullshit. Don't try to trick him or push him around or anything like that. And he can get pretty annoyed by lots of general inconveniences but sometimes he does hold his tongue a lil.

And Sweezy is sweezy and encourages him to be a bit more "up front" about any grievances.

you'll usually hear em both riffing on / making fun of and complaining about different bounty targets once the work is all said and done and they'll do the same for any annoying people they gotta deal with

May be too early to say anything but I think they both get a long w/ harper well too. so far <_< ... >_> don't let me jinx this. They're both supportive and relatively welcoming even though it took her a while to get acclimated and though creature is also as nice as he can be he tends to make her accidentally feel worse by bringing up kenny + her just kinda being here so she's generally more comfortable around the two of them as she feels they see her for who she really is or at least give her an easier time. though some of that is bc even after working on forgiving Kenny and rebuilding their bond things were still a bit uneasy.

Though I am sure Harper and Creature eventually sort out their issues bc in the end it's mostly creature genuinely struggling with social stuff and it just so happens what he does way is stuff that is still a sensitive spot for Harper and eventually they'll reach that middle ground. Eventually. But Harper doesn't hate him or anything she just gets frustrated with him easily and feels bad abt it bc she knows he's just kind of Like This and that's really the G3's fault.

Gus Sweezy and Creature have filled in each other (mainly the former two remind the latter about stuff and in turn he says little details he remembers) and the other Gatlians in on a lot of G3 officer drama.

BH really wishes everything on Earth clears up soon and things are relatively easy to rebuild n shit bc they really want to show the Gatlians Knifey and Gene cool stuff from home.

Im under the impression dead tweeg is canon path?

Idk if Ranchy is still alive after being warped into the middle of wherever the fuck on Zephyr but I. I think it would be so awesome it would be so cool if he came back to give us hell ✨

Other misc HOL hcs that im just putting in the same post bc why not

Douglas is capable of driving and has a motorbike. Probably wrecked it some time before the game's events and it's in the shop or something. Not like he should be allowed on the road considering he's usually. Well. Yknow. Decent driver when he's sober though.

Also his lil fins flop down when he is sad tired or sick

Angela wears colored contacts. His actual eye color is purple (like in the concept art + model in the art book).

Krubis did try to crash the wedding between his wife and Giblets. it was a whole thing within the g3 for like a month or so

Mux owns the space versions of twitter and tiktok alongside Muxxalon. Muxxalon also has a streaming service full of very, very trashy and unoriginal content.

Moplets and Furgles share a common ancestor and are part of the same order. It's like humans in comparison to lemurs.

Furgles are often used in experiments not just by the G3 but in the scientific world as a whole for the same reasons animals like rats and fruit flies are used (simple, still adjacent/similar enough to sapient species, shorter lives which means more generations to be studied in a shorter amount of time)

Krubis skateboarded as a teen/young adult.

Giblets would kill a man for a white chocolate mocha. He has killed for a white chocolate mocha. He will kill again. Posthumously, even. Don’t fucking test him

Garmantuous’s species starts off as aquatic nymphs that resemble joints. They’re very small but grow to the huge size they are in game.

Gene deals with chronic pain from overexertion during his line of work and phantom + growing pains in his legs.

Knifey, pre-DLC, felt distant from the others. Initially it was all just work but seeing the bond between the Bounty Hunter and the Gatlians form + Gene start caring for other people again made him feel a lil left out

Granted it was not like he talked much to others and for a while he didn’t gaf at all but ig when he saw it all he eventually took a chance for a change of scene. He didn’t realize everyone else kinda counted him in, in the end

Either way he’s usually the type not to talk unless someone talks to him first or if it’s about stabbing and maiming killing etc etc etc or something he needs. Gradually opening up more but he’s actually pretty quiet on a day to day basis

Helen ends up working with Gurgula as a secretary/record keeper (squanch games please keep this gag running I beg of you)

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that are more plot-heavy in nature. We tried to choose fics that had a plot beyond Louis and Harry’s relationship. Happy reading!

1) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

2) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

3) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

4) Tied Down | Explicit | 48551 words

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson.   The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall.  For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

5) Now That This Old World Is Ending | Explicit | 49184 words

Needing a good distraction from his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson goes on a camping trip with his friends to Northern England. However, a different kind of distraction arises when his friends disappear from their camp. Hellbent on finding them, Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

Far Cry inspired AU.

6) It's A Long Way Down | Explicit | 52658 words

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

7) We’ve Got the World in Our Hands | Explicit | 54964 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

8) Somethin’ Bout You | Explicit | 59855 words

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

9) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

10) We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) | Not Rated | 74409 words

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

11) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

 Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

12) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

13) Cameras Flashing | Explicit | 81773 words

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

14) And Down the Long and Silent Street | Mature | 86090 words

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

15) A Taste Of Desire | Explicit | 104414 words

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

16) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. This fic is also a sequel to this fic, so you probably want to read that fic first.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

17) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

18) Run Like the Devil | Explicit | 138095 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

19) You Are The Blood | Explicit | 175151 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

20) Collision | Not Rated | 209473 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! I was hoping for some healing!fic recs! I really like the ones where Stiles leaves BH either to stay with or happens to be near Derek. Anything in the vein of “These Accidents of Fate and Nature” by TheHatterTheory and “Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found)” by alocalband.

Well, it kinda got away from me but mostly future sterek. 🤷‍♀️

These Accidents of Faith and Nature by TheHatterTheory | 214.3K | Mature

Sometimes you have to tear everything down before you can start building something worthwhile. OR; Stiles keeps showing up. Derek keeps letting him in.(And sometimes refuses to let him leave.)

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband | 25K | Explicit

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific | 82.8K | Explicit

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by aussiebee | 9.9K | Explicit

Stiles goes backpacking across Europe and eventually settles with his family in Poland to go to uni there. He's trying his hardest to forget the drama of the past, and to get over a certain werewolf he once knew, but it turns out that's not as easy to do as he'd hoped.

I've Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope | 61.5K | Explicit

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“What? Like on the road trip?"

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

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After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

[anthropwashere]

deadfic: our indestructible days ch 1

More deadfic for the Good Intentions WIP Fest, though since the event’s over I’ll spare the poor mod yet more of my horseshit. 

This was, in fact, the first fic I really tackled post 2017 BH watch! And boy does it show. I’m doing y’all a favor by editing it to hell and back before posting any of it, honest. Due to that however, I don’t know how many chapters there will be. At least 4, since that’s as far as I’ve gotten in the editing process. We shall see!

All you need to know for this one is: What if Kimblee didn’t stop Pride from possessing Ed on the Promised Day? :)

Title comes from Puscifer’s “Dear Brother.”

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The air burns against his flaking skin, molten stone growing dark yet still radiating a dangerous heat. Everyone else has gone after Father, the rattle and scrape of transmuted stone fading. It's just the two of them now, the alchemist and the homunculus, and Pride has the upper hand.

“This container won’t last much longer,” he says matter-of-factly, leaping down to stand before the boy. In the dusty sunlight filtering in from above Edward Elric’s eyes shine, catlike and calculating. His breathing is ragged, spit between clenched teeth. He’s pinned by cords of unyielding shadow. If he struggles much harder, Pride might break something.

That thought demands brief consideration. It would be satisfying to take Edward apart bone by brittle bone, to take his pound of flesh for the damage incurred to his Philosopher’s Stone. The left arm would sever easily, if he but sharpened his shadows. Tempting, yes, but ultimately pointless.

“But still,” he continues thoughtfully, a new plan already fallen into place. “Like my father is, you are of Hohenheim's bloodline. We’re virtually brothers. Which means, Edward Elric, I can use your container. Your body belongs to me!”

It is an easy thing to invade the bloodstream, entering through a thin cut on the boy’s cheek. Pride fills every vein and artery with shadows until Edward’s heart is smothered, his blood sludge. He ignores the screams, the uptick in thrashing. This is tricky work, something only achieved twice before, and he hadn't seen either success firsthand. His Stone is too big for such a little cut. He spares a tendril of himself to stab the boy's chest, wrenching open a wound big enough to deposit his core directly against the thrashing heart within. Connective tissue regrows at a breakneck pace, sewing him irrevocably into a body a thousand times more complex than his original container.

With that taken care of Pride lashes out with a snap of white teeth, unfettering the strangled soul. The body still writhes, pain a thing of the flesh rather than the spirit, but there is less resistance after that. If it's lucky, the boy's soul will be absorbed into his Stone, its energy and knowledge assimilated, made useful. Then again it could simply burn up in the transference, an ember caught in a cold wind.

Either way, that which was called Edward Elric will no longer be a concern.

What a big fuss Wrath made of it, with his story of the man who became a homunculus who became King. A little pain suffered is nothing, when the alternative is death.

Edward’s screaming makes this all the sweeter.

Without its contents, his old container collapses to so much dust and an empty pile of clothing, and— 

—ah. 

There are memories, kept just beneath the surface of Edward’s dying panic. The mind is easy to parse when the soul is absent. Old night terrors, old horrors. Loneliness. What a childish thing to fear.

A heartbeat. 

Another. 

Waiting— dreading— the body’s rejection of him. 

But it never comes. Barely a shudder of resistance, the only lash of alchemical reaction his Stone instinctively healing injuries the boy had incurred.

The silence after that's finished is a breathless, giddy surprise.

Pride tests his new container carefully, casting an unhappy glance at the automail arm he’s now saddled with. It’s an unpleasant weight, cold and heavy; the leg much the same. It'll take time he doesn't have to adjust to them. How pathetic, that humans must rely on machinery to recover from serious injury. Once he’s regained some of his strength he’ll have to do something about them.

Something shifts within him, a sensation not unlike vertigo stealing his breath. Pride hesitates, wobbling on unfamiliar limbs, but the feeling passes. He smiles. A strong bloodline indeed.

“Fight all you wish,” he says aloud. “I've won.”

Even his voice has changed. His true voice is marred, pitched deeper. Weighed down. He is weighed down by this new container. It's strange. This is all very strange. But he must adjust quickly, for the battle isn’t won yet.

He shakes unfamiliar blond hair from his new container’s eyes, looking up through the hole punched through the many underground floors beneath Central Command. Four thin stone pillars ascend through it, stretching all the way up to the parade grounds. Such a distance. Even the sacrifices shouldn't have been capable of stretching so much material so high without it collapsing. What did they do? What was that array they activated that allowed them to perform alchemy again?

The fight has shifted. He must return to the fray, now that he’s been renewed. Father would—

Father expects him to—

No. 

Not yet. He’s not strong enough to rejoin that fight, yet. His Stone was damaged even more than they’d anticipated when he forced Mustang through the Gate. 

Pride sniffs, tasting the air. There are humans nearby; more souls to consume. He licks his lips and sends his grinning shadows upward.

He is hungry.

=

Major General Armstrong kneels beside the body of Führer King Bradley, hating that she's been sideline for what is surely the most decisive battle Amestris has ever seen. Her men are up there, where that pale creature had ascended only minutes ago atop a pillar of molten stone. Bullets and mortars were near useless against the lesser homunculi; what could their Father be capable of?

Her pulse is still racing, a sour taste settled in her mouth. She knows acutely what it feels like to die, and the experience has left her feeling hollowed out in a way she's unsure of how to voice. She remembers a maelstrom of suffering, countless voices begging for release. It's not something she'd wish on a Drachman, let alone endure again. If not for the Elric brothers' father she'd still be trapped in that hell. They all would be.

Is it fear that still makes her heart pound, or cowardice?

Her lip curls. Fear is justified. Fear is the intelligent reaction. To fear something means you're paying attention. Cowardice, however....

She shakes her head. Four of the human sacrifices—Izumi Curtis, Alphonse Elric, Van Hohenheim, and Mustang—had been afraid, and yet still determined to stop that monster. Even blinded Mustang hadn't hesitated to fight on, utilizing the famed Hawk's Eye to direct his flame attacks. It's both begrudging and gratifying, to realize the man has a stronger spine than she'd thought. 

The fifth, Fullmetal, is still below fighting Pride. There'd been sounds of combat, and then screaming, but it's gone quiet now. The distance and echo distorting the sounds had made it impossible to determine who had been doing the screaming. The lot of them on this level have been keeping a wary eye on the hole in the floor since then. They don't know what that particular homunculus is capable of and the only alchemist left here is the serial killer Scar, and he's in no shape to assist. The idiot boy had better not die while the battle's still on.

She eases to her feet, hissing pain despite her best efforts, and cats her sight on the blue sky above. A single blast of power had punched a hole in this underground labyrinth clear through to the surface. How can they defend against something like that?

Bah. Defeatist's talk. The alchemists will do all they can to do just that, and her men will support them. They're Briggs men. They'll do whatever it—

"What the hell?!"

"What is that?!"

She turns sharply toward where the few soldiers who'd insisted on staying behind as a protection detail are gathered. They've all drawn their weapons, aiming at the hole in the floor. Ribbons of—shadows—stretch up from below, splitting open to reveal red eyes and white jaws.

Damn! And here she'd thought Fullmetal had been left behind to fight the homunculus alone for good reason! Was the boy really so useless as to die now?

"PREPARE YOURSELVES!" She bellows, striding toward the lashing shadows. A glance is all she needs to know it would be futile to try and keep distance in a room as small as this. Better to be with her men. She may have lost the use of her sword arm but this is a fight she will not—cannot—leave for her men to fight alone. "Fire at Selim Bradley the moment he shows himself!"

The red eyes narrow. The white jaws grin. Grating laughter echoes off of the stone walls. "That container has been discarded, Major General," the mouths all say in the same mocking voice. "But are you really going to risk injuring this body?"

From out of the depths a figure rises, lifted up on tendrils of shadow to step lightly onto the rubble-strewn floor. Her men curse, guns dipping. Somewhere behind her Mr. Curtis and the frog chimera inhale sharply. She can't blame any of them.

The grinning boy with living shadows curling at his boots is Fullmetal.

"Edward," Izumi's husband says, hushed. The boy pays him no mind, eyes flat and cold as coins.

"It was wise of you to stay behind," Fullmetal—no, Pride—says, still smiling. The shadows stretch and curl, painting the room in streaks of black. "Your contributions to the war effort are greatly appreciated."

Too late, she understands what he means to do. "No! Don't you dare—!"

The shadows strike, and her men begin to scream.

=

"Edward Elric."

His name whispered out of the murk. A voice calling him awake. He can't pinpoint where it's coming from. Everything else is so loud. There are so many people nearby, all of them screaming, all of them begging to die. Everything is so red.

"Fullmetal."

He tries to put a name to the voice. He knows it. Doesn't he know it?

Fraying. He's being... stretched. Pulled apart. Losing his sense of self.

He's losing himself.

"Surely you're not going to roll over as easily as that, are you?"

He... he knows this voice.

A pinpoint of white, searing amongst all this writhing red. The shape of a man comes into focus. White clothes, long dark hair, the wide eyes of a madman, tattoos on his outstretched palms.

"K...Kim...blee...?"

The man smiles. "Ah, so you are still in there. Good, very good."

"Where... what is... this...?"

"We've both become a part of Pride's Philosopher's Stone now. Two souls clinging to our individuality amidst a howling mob of anguish." Kimblee rocks back on his heels, throwing out his hands. His face is a picture of bliss. "Isn't it exquisite?"

He looks away, out at the writhing, the screaming. Nothing but gaping mouths and dark eye sockets everywhere he looks, the barest suggestions of human shapes. Souls. How many died to make this Stone? "It's—loud. No. No, this. This isn't. This isn't what I...."

It's getting so hard to think.

Kimblee looks almost disappointed now. "Tell me, Edward Elric. Are you truly so weak as this? Unraveling at the first glimpse of something beyond your control?"

He looks down at himself. Two arms, two legs. No automail pulling insistently at his bones. Of course not. He's only a soul, nearly as red as the others twisting all around him. He's inside a Philosopher's Stone, which makes him only one more lost soul. Wisps of red peel from his limbs, chafed and scraped away by the chaos pushing and pulling at him from all sides. He's falling apart. Losing himself. Soon he'll be nothing but babbling energy, regenerative power for the homunculus he's become a part of. For... for....

"Pride."

Kimblee raises one curious eyebrow. "That's right."

"Where—Where is he?"

"A bit preoccupied eating to overhear this conversation, if that's your concern."

He—Edward, he's Ed, gotta stay focused, he can't slip again, his name is Edward—strains, struggling to remember what happened. How he came to be like this. He was.... There had been.... Pride. Selim had been badly—injured? damaged?—after forcing the Colonel through the Gate. His container was failing. He'd pinned Ed down—pain, it had hurt—and declared that Ed would be... that Ed's body would be....

Ed's just a soul now. He doesn't have a body, no skin to prickle and no breath to catch, but a chill runs through him all the same. "He. He took my body. He made me his new container. Didn't he?"

"That's right."

No matter where Ed looks it's all souls, no glimpse of what's going on outside this Stone. Ling—and Greed, for that matter—have always had a good idea of what was going on when the other one had been in control of Ling's body. How did they—

Hold on.

Ed looks back at Kimblee, who just smiles pleasantly back. Eating. Pride can't hear them right now because he's eating. The hell does that mean?

"I can't see," Ed snaps, shoving at a soul that's drifted uncomfortably close. His hand is paler, more defined than it was before. He's got a good grip on himself again. He really should've paid more attention when Ling talked about the meditation shit he did while Greed was refusing to share. "Ugh. Where is he? What's he doing, Kimblee?"

Kimblee chuckles and waves his hand. The tempest of screaming parts like a theater curtain; bright light spills in that leaves Ed blinking and shading his eyes. He goes to it anyway. He has to know what Kimblee meant—

His sight adjusts, and he's looking at a bloodbath.

There's red sprayed across the near wall, splashed along the floor, drips and splatters and scraps of tattered uniforms everywhere he looks. A single soldier is in view, firing wildly right at Ed only to have the bullets deflected by a shadow pitted with familiar eyes and bloodstained fangs. The gun in the soldier's hands clicks, the clip emptied, and the shadow cuts him down. Ed can hear the brutal crunch of bone, the muted spurt of spilled blood, the ragged tearing of meat. He hears someone laughing. His voice. His stolen voice multiplied weirdly through the shadow mouths as Selim's had been. 

Ed hollers, twisting away, but Kimblee's white hands hold him fast. The man's voice roars out, ragged with terrible glee. "Don't avert your eyes! Don't look away! That's your body out there, cutting those men down. Take credit for the destruction your hands have wrought!"

"NO! NO! That's not—it's not me—get the fuck off—I don't want this!"

"Then what are you going to do about it?!"

"—no, no, I don't—I—w-what?"

Once Ed's stopped struggling Kimblee all but drops him, still grinning from ear to ear. "I thought about interfering, when Pride first tried to take your body for himself."

"What?"

"I'm perfectly content in here, but he decided to throw away his honor as a homunculus. So proud to be what he is, that very quality he was named for, but the moment he found himself in grave danger he sought to escape into the body of a human." Kimblee snarls. "He's pathetic. A disgrace."

Ed watches his body's left hand rise, pointing at—Major General Armstrong? Her face is a mask of blood, and the rest of her isn't much better. Sig's beside her, one arm slick and hanging heavily, the other supporting Scar who looks like he narrowly escaped a meat grinder. Behind them he can just glimpse Jerso in his frog form, lying so still it's impossible to tell if he's still breathing. The window or whatever out into the real world flickers as—fuck—as Pride looks at another soldier spring out from behind cover. He empties his clip in record time, unerringly aimed at Ed's chest. Do any of the bullets hit? Do they hurt? The soldier's cradling his rifle strangely, one hand clumsily wrapped in bloodstained cloth. 

"Why?" Ed asks, weary. A shadow arcs out, bristling with teeth, and bites through the man. He goes down with a bizarrely muted scream and another spray of blood. "Why didn't you stop him? This—this wouldn't be happening if you'd stopped him!"

Kimblee regards him, eyes narrowed, face unreadable. "Führer Bradley is a homunculus," he says conversationally. "And Greed. His vessel is human as well, isn't it?"

Outside, sounds of crunching, splattering, chewing. Ed watches a clean white uniform stain almost black with gore. "Yeah? So what?"

"I started to think a little, that's what." Another little chuckle. Fuck, this guy really is crazy. He's enjoying this. "The homunculi make such a fuss out of being better than humans. More evolved, above our petty fears and desires. They're so proud to be the puppeteers of this country, the hands on our yokes as they've guided us to this Promised day."

Ed watches the shadows finish off the soldier, nothing but a smear of blood and a couple glistening pieces of meat left behind. The window flickers again as Pride turns his head to regard the last of the survivors.

"It's funny," Kimblee says. "For how much they talk, they so rarely deliver on their promises. So I ask you, Edward Elric. What are you going to do now?"

The General. Sig. Jerso. Scar. They're going to die. Pride's going to kill them. For all Ed knows they might think he agreed to let Pride take his body.

He looks at his hands. He's nearly himself again, or at least as nearly like himself as he can be without his body. He's got two arms here. Two legs too. An arm and a leg, and a body, and the whole damn country on top of it now. He's made way too many promises to fail here.

Ed sets his jaw and leaps out into the light.

[luvdetroit]

ASMR | D: BH

pairing_markus x reader |

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genre_fluff |

summary_markus makes an asmr video for the first time. |

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a/n_lowercase intended. |

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you were just talking to markus one day at your place when the big sentence that started all of this was said by you.

you: “i’d probably fall asleep to your voice if you ever were to do asmr.”

markus gives you an amused look, both of his brows slightly raised, “you think my voice is nice?”

you nod without hesitation.

this leads to you really wondering if markus would be good at asmr..so you both jokingly decide to make a video.

the first thing that had to be sorted was his youtube channel.

his channel name ended up being, ‘markus’ because he is surprisingly uncreative when it comes to making up names. (this is coming from a guy who paints).

his profile picture is his LED because he was having trouble on what pose to do. (he also got irritated when you kept criticizing his poses).

you: “you look mad.”

markus: “i’m not mad.”

you: “but you look mad.”

[markus changes his pose]

you: “why do you keep furrowing your brows? try to look..more alive.”

markus: “did you just—“

the next step was buying the equipment needed for the video. (a camera, a good microphone, etc). you wanted to go all out because you can’t have poor quality. markus is going to make asmr, willingly so everything just needs to be high in standards.

now the hard part was what kind of asmr video you both were going to make. you do have a few ideas in mind though..

you: “let’s do roleplay asmr.”

markus: “what kind?”

you: “maybe you play the role of a friend and do casual talk?”

you had other ideas but..you didn’t want to freak him out.

[cough] boyfriend markus asmr [cough]

markus agreed with the idea and you both made up a script together.

after markus practices a few times, you both start filming.

the filming went smoothly sense markus could remember all his lines and took in your advice on, ‘not looking so gloomy’ throughout the whole video.

once the recording was done, you both edited it and posted it with the title, ‘casual talk’ because markus is basic. (he didn’t want his titles to be as..’creepy’ as the other asmr videos).

not even an hour passed and the video already has nine thousand views somehow.

you: “you are getting a lot of clout— as expected.”

markus: “i’m surprised this many people watched it.”

you: “i’m not— i mean..who wouldn’t want robojesus talking to you casually?”

markus: “don’t call me that—“

after about four hours later markus’ channel had two million subscribers, six million views and ten thousand comments on his video.

it was also number one on trending.

while scrolling through the comments out of curiosity, you came across some weird ones.

[comments]

“you sound so hot!! are you taking requests? if so plz do a boyfriend one next!”

“can you do a nsfw one next??”

“show urself without your skin pleaaaaseeeee!!”

“plz make a hand tapping vid”

“can we see u naked ?”

you: “you’ve got some fans.”

markus: “i’m starting to regret doing this..”

some news reporters shined light on markus’ video with some questionable titles.

[headlines]

“leader of jericho now a youtuber??”

“markus possibly dropping his leadership of jericho to become a youtuber!?”

“android youtuber manages to become number one on trending?”

you: [dramatically gasps] “are you really going to drop everything to become a youtuber? i really thought better of you, markus..”

markus: “shut up.”

you tried to convince markus to make more asmr videos so you could listen to them later but he keeps denying you.

markus: “if you have trouble sleeping you can always call me.”

most nights you end up cuddling with markus with him going on about mundane things, his soothing voice helping you drift off to a peaceful sleep.

[katjadarkrider]

Mass-posting these because I’ll be here forever otherwise

Asterix; Trooper; Tazz; Traveller; Kix; Bastet

All drawn

[alexandralyman]

a quiet moment (between heaven & hell)

A little one-shot in the BH&H-verse since there’s a lot going on right now and I felt like posting something now that was a bit of comfort, angst, and a hint of smut. 

He was woken up by the sensation that he was no longer alone, as alert as if he’d just been summoned by one of the desperate souls who spoke his name and drew him to them by the unholiest of means.

“Killian?”

A shudder ripped under his skin at the sound of the voice and he was summoned to it instantly, but unlike all the others it was entirely of his own volition and she had come to him, slipping neatly into his bed in the dead of night and joining him where he lay on silk sheets and feather pillows that were a poor substitute for what he truly craved.

“Blessed one? What’s wrong?”

She slid across the last bit of distance that separated them without a word and Killian could feel that she was as nude as he was, her body curving around him with the long legs tangling against his and the weight of a naked breast spilling onto his chest while her head found that spot on his shoulder where it fitted so perfectly, cheek resting against his heart. He waited patiently as the silence stretched on, fingers idly stroking through the silk of her hair. She would answer him eventually. 

She always did.

“It’s too loud.”

It was actually whisper-quiet inside his bedroom, soundproofed against the world outside to both keep the noise at bay and prevent anyone from listening in and he could hear nothing except for her, the sigh of a soft exhale, the faint rustle of the sheets when she moved to get that tiny bit closer, all barely audible in the dark.

He knew what she meant by it though, and he rolled onto his side to gather his angel more firmly in his arms. This wasn’t the first time that Emma had come to him in the midst of war or famine or turmoil, when the world needed her the most and she was unable to answer every prayer. He couldn’t hear it the way she did, but he could ease her burden in his own way so he closed his eyes and touched his forehead gently to hers.

“Blessed angel Emma. Listen only to me.”

Her mouth opened under his, one leg wrapping over his hip while he stroked his palm down her thigh and hitched it up higher with a hand behind her knee. It wasn’t always like this when she sought him out, sometimes it was completely chaste because while he might be a demon he was still a gentleman and he’d sworn long ago that his eventual victory would be an honourable one. Sometimes though, sometimes angels were as carnal as sinners and Emma met his lustful groan with her own throaty cry when his fingers dipped between her legs and found her slick and wanting for him. A few expert strokes had her arching in ecstasy, throat bared to his sharp teeth and long nails raking down his back. The marks they drew on each other were never permanent, as fleeting as these moments stolen from eternity and each would be gone before the morning. The memories didn’t fade, he’d recall everything with perfect clarity later, a comfort and a torment both and a price he’d gladly pay a thousand times over for this. Killian thrust into her hand like a callow youth when she reached down and brushed her thumb over the tip of his erection, pleasure spiking his blood at the delicious friction. He was a match she’d just set alight and she was more than ready to play with fire.

The sheets slithered under them as she guided him inside, rippling like waves that matched the snap of his hips to hers. A soft breast filled his eager palm, nipple hard as a pearl, her heel pressed just under the curve of his ass to give her the leverage to rock back and forth. In this sideways position neither one of them was in control, their rhythm increasing by unspoken agreement while their lips met and their arms tightened around each other. Heat built where they were joined, his thrusts getting erratic and the answering grind of her hips growing more frantic, until he felt her start to quiver around him and he buried himself to the hilt in one hard push that had them both tumbling over the edge at last.

For now.

It didn’t last, not that Killian expected it to, not really. Emma fell asleep in his arms, the angel at slumber with her lashes resting against her cheeks and her hand over his heart, but the sacred and the profane were not meant to be one for long and what drew them together also pushed them apart. She was gone before the darkness gave way to the light, the nights were still long but didn’t last forever and his voice wasn’t the only one she heard. 

“Blessed angel Emma, when the weight of the world gets too much for you to carry, you can always lay it down again outside my door.”

It was quiet again when he was alone, leaving the window open just in case and slipping back into bed, turning his head to rest on the swan feather pillow.

[winchester90210]

The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x15: Palm Springs (AKA A Fling in Palm Springs)

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: The gang heads to Palm Springs for President’s day weekend.

Warnings: swearing probably, lots of fluffy feelings, mentions of sex. 

Words: 2,900

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Feedback is incredibly appreciated!

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys this week’s episode! We are going to be skipping the next one but Laverne the gum-chomping waitress WILL make an appearance at some point in the series, so don’t worry. Next week the reader moves out with Brenda and deals with Class President election!

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“You’re really gonna stay and work all weekend?” You launch yourself backwards onto the kitchen counter, the cold marble against your legs, “Kelly says anybody who’s anybody goes to Palm Springs.”

“You’re talking to Kelly again?” Your brother cocks an eyebrow at you as he cuts himself a brownie, stuffing half of it into his mouth. 

“Well, no… Kelly told Brenda who told me— but what does it matter?” You steal the brownie pan from his other hand, and place it out of his reach, “Just because it’s from a secondary source doesn’t mean it’s not true. It’s a ritual. Like the geese flying south or something.” 

“How do you expect to get there? It’s not like you have a car, or a bike, or can afford a plane ticket.” You stay silent for a moment, then give him a pleading, rosy smile. “Oh, no. No! You’re not taking Duke to Palm Springs.” Duke was Eric’s beloved cherry red ‘48 Ferrari. It was given to him on his eighteenth birthday, previously loved and adored by your father, and his father before that and blah blah blah. 

“Please? I always take good care of it!” You beg, “I’ll even fill up the tank when I get back! What is it, a dollar per gallon?”

“Sorry. No way. You’ll have to ask Brenda,” he shrugs stubbornly, reaching around you and swiping the pan while you're preoccupied with the argument. 

“I can’t! She’s riding with Kelly!”

“Then ask Brandon— look, this isn’t my problem, Y/N/N. Either find another ride or don’t go.”

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“It has the original interior, the original grille work. It’s gorgeous,” Brandon enthuses, slipping his hand under your shirt and to your sides as you both lie in the backseat of Mondale, mid make-out session. Well, you were making out. Until he decided to stop it to talk about that car he wanted. Like guys often do.  “and it’s only twenty-five thousand dollars.” 

“Twenty-five thousand? Brandon! No wonder your dad won’t buy you that thing. Dads are cheapskates, It’s just a fact of life.” 

“Dylan‘s dad bought him a Porsche.”

“Babe, Dylan’s dad is facing a grand jury indictment,” you stifle a giggle as you pop a button off of his shirt. 

“But my dad knows how hard I work,” Brandon grumbles, “And to top it all off, last night Nat told me that I can’t go to Palm Springs this weekend with you, and all of my friends because his sister is sick and now I have to work all weekend. But hey, you don’t hear me complaining, do ya?”

“Yes. Yes I do.” 

-

“Hey there!” You’re greeted  almost immediately by Brandon upon entering the Peach Pit, who’s over at the far end of the counter with a little blond boy. “What a nice surprise. I thought you’d be in packing mode for your trip… but knowing you, you packed early, didn’t you?”

“Always do,” you nod, taking the seat in front of him. You hand Brandon a modest wad of cash and kiss his cheek, making him smile. He mumbles a thanks as he stuffs it into his pocket and hands you a menu. 

“Hey… do you ever get the feeling that the entire world is flying in first class, and you’re stuck with a folding chair in the baggage compartment?” He takes your hand in his, leaning over the counter. 

“Never,” you deadpan. He studies your face, causing you to giggle into his shoulder. 

“Liar!” He laughs genuinely, his eyes crinkling at the edges,“you total liar!”  He straightens himself out, “This is Curtis.” He gestures to the adorable little boy beside you, “the hangout king of Beverly Hills.”

“It’s a free country, I can hang out if I want!” The little boy whines. 

“Hey, hey, relax, sport. No one said you couldn’t… but does your mom know how much time you spend here?”

“She’s the one that brung me! I told her the food’s not that good," Curtis criticizes, mowing down a plate of greasy french fries. 

“See what I have to put up with to make a buck?” Brandon teases, grabbing a plate of food from the kitchen and dashing off to deliver it to a table. Once he’s gone, Curtis turns his stool to you. 

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Oh! Well, uh… no. But he’s… not not my boyfriend,” you waffle. Curtis narrows his eyes, confused. “Look, it’s complicated, kid."

“You give him that friendship bracelet he’s wearing?” 

“Yeah, actually… he told you about that?” 

The kid dodges your question, chewing on the straw of his drink, “Why aren’t you wearing one?”

“It's a long story, Curtis. Certainly one you don't have time for, okay?" 

"I got plenty of time." 

-

You couldn’t ride with your brother, you couldn’t ride with Brandon, there’s no way in hell you’re riding with Steve… that left one option. Brenda, Kelly, and Donna. 

“Donna,” Kelly giggles, “we’re not going to Europe. You don’t need three bags!”

“Kelly, I have to dress according to the guys we meet. I mean— high school guys, college guys, grad school guys, dropout guys— you cannot dress the same for all guys. No,” Donna shakes her head disapprovingly, like she just dropped a fashion truth-bomb on all three of you. To be honest, though, she kind of did. 

“I guess she has a point,” you laugh, propping yourself up against a locker, “Bring everything.” 

Then Steve saunters over, in his usual confusingly patterned button-down, an agitated look spread across his face. He nods down to the innumerable bags on the floor. 

“What, are we going to France?” He scoffs, only taking a moment before continuing, “Will you guys come on? There’s gonna be a lot of traffic on the roads." Gee, wonder what’s making him so delightful this afternoon.

“Hey gang!” Oh no. David Silver? What was he doing here? “Are we going to have a blast or what? Huh?” We? 

The rest of the group is just as lost as you are, exchanging silent looks of terror to the person next to them. Steve takes note of this and clears his throat.

“There’s been a uh, slight change in plans.”

-

“It’s weird, I mean I want to be with Dylan and everything, but part of me just wants to get it over with. Like I’m the last person that hasn’t done it yet." Brenda confides uneasily as you all stand against Kelly’s convertible, waiting as the tank fills up.

“Brenda… you are,” Kelly replies. 

“No you’re not!" You assure her,  "Look, Bren, you’re really gonna like it… I think." Ha. Like you know any more than she does. Donna nods in agreement. 

“Yeah, totally… probably. Maybe? I—“ 

Kelly cuts Donna off, “Listen, who would you rather be with? Dylan McKay or David Silver?” 

“Bren, Dylan’s a wonderful guy. You’re gonna have a great time! And you brought protection, so there’s nothing to be worried about!” You place a soothing hand on her arm. 

“Right!” Brenda smiles, “I mean, I care about him, he cares about me, it’s gonna be great, right?”

-

“My grandparents collect anything they can get their hands on,” David guides the four of you, sans Brenda plus Steve, as you wander his grandparents' house. It’s definitely nice, definitely big… kinda smells like patchouli and sunscreen in the best way. “When I was younger I used to travel with them but my dad’s mad at them about something so I don’t see ‘em much anymore.” 

“What’s he mad about?” Donna asks. 

“Well, my grandparents like my mom and think it’s, y’know, bad he wants to divorce her... Come on,” he waves you all over to him as he escapes through the back door, “I saved the best for last.” You reluctantly follow behind him, your shoes clacking down the concrete steps and into the depths of his backyard. It was gorgeous— a huge pool, palm trees, brick-lined lounging areas. You could get used to this. 

“Dude, we are definitely styling out here in this little desert oasis,” Steve grins, “David, I always knew you had potential.” No you didn’t. 

“Thanks, Steve,” David begins to venture further back, “but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! Look, if anyone gets in the mood, you climb up this little terrace here to this hidden nook and nobody will bother you.” You step up another flight of brick-lined concrete stairs and through a small patch of greenery, to be met with a cute little private hot tub… with people in it. 

“David?” The old woman gasps, clutching her small champagne flute.

“Grandma?” 

“What the hell are you doing here?” The senior man, presumably (and hopefully) his grandfather groans.

-

“It was an amaaaazing trip!” David’s grandmother raves, pouring pretzels into a glass bowl as the group is gathered around the kitchen island. 

“It was indescribable,” his grandfather agrees excitedly, “we would dance every night under the stars.” He pulls Kelly from her stool, picking her up and spinning her around as if they were about to tango. 

“Ooh! Can somebody pull the ice cream?” His grandma asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Donna smiles.

“Triple. Chocolate. Chip. I mean, If we’re gonna do it, we should do it right.” Steve chuckles politely at the woman, though he looks like he wants to put a gun to his head. 

“Well, I’ve never seen so many old fogies on one boat in my whole life. I mean, a floating rest home is what it was!” His grandpa laughs heartily, getting ice cream bowls from the cupboard, 

“Oh, Henry, that’s not so. But hey, one day we woke up on the boat and we both said ‘Let’s go home!’” Funny. That’s exactly what you were thinking. “I mean, we missed our little house in the desert.” 

“We sure did,” Henry smiles happily, grabbing his wife’s jaw gently and planting a big smooch on her. “And lucky for us, we would have missed you if we didn’t cut our trip short!” 

“Uh, well you guys must be really tired. Huh?” David chuckles awkwardly. 

“Oh, we’re exhausted!” The woman nods, “but hey, who cares? I am so excited to see you! And to finally meet some of your friends! Hey! Why don’t we all stay up late, chow down on the snacks, and get to know each other?” Oh, joy. 

-

“This way ladies,” David’s grandma guides the three of you upstairs, her hand on your shoulder. “You’re gonna go up these stairs, down the hall, first door on your right, and you are gonna love it.” You hop up the steps with Kelly and Donna, bags in hand. 

“Did you guys hear her?” Kelly starts, opening the door to the room and throwing her bags on an empty bed. Hey, she acknowledged you. That’s a start. “She said she was gonna invite all the cute guys from the neighborhood over to the pool tomorrow!”

“Steve is not gonna like that,” Donna 

“Oh, who cares?” Kelly snickers, “I wonder how Brenda’s doing.” 

“‘Oh! Dylan, what beautiful eyes you have!’” You joke, throwing your hand to your forehead and bowing backwards. 

“‘Oh, Brenda, you are so exquisite!’” Donna joins in, giggling. 

“Barf.”

-

You splash your feet in the Silver's pool, crowds of people surrounding it. Overwhelmed by the vast amount of new people, you're off by yourself, kicking the water around, staring at your feet. 

"You know, there's room on this raft for two." You look up to Steve, lying back on a giant inflatable alligator. Ugh, if only it was a real one. 

"Why don't you ask your new girlfriends?" You point behind you to the two girls, who you could only think to describe as biker babes, lounging together. Porcelain white skin, spiked black bikinis, way more makeup than you need for a pool party. "They look pretty interested."

"Can you imagine what it would be like if you were interested? You know, me instead of Brandon?" You feign a gag, shaking your head. 

"I don't really want to, Steve," you cringe dramatically as he chuckles, "but thanks for getting that thought haunting my dreams forever. Really appreciate it."

"Remember—" He wags his pointer finger at your face, eyes narrowing lightheartedly, "I saw you first." He puts his foot flat against the concrete wall of the pool, kicking off, but as soon as he's far enough— he guffaws. Of course he laughs at his own jokes. 

-

"Dylan, hi!" You practically leap over to him in the foyer, your damp feet leaving faint footprints on the cold floor.  "So?" 

He shakes his head, brows furrowed ever so slightly, "So?" 

"How'd it go?" You raise your eyebrows excitedly. 

"How'd what go?" 

"With Brenda!" He groans at that. 

"Don't ask."

"Well, it's too late, I already did." 

"What's with you girls?" Oh, this should be good. "You see a guy with another girl and you immediately think they're sleeping with her?! What is that?! I mean, every time a female customer goes into the Pit-- do you lose it at Brandon?" 

"Can't say I do. They usually want him. But thankfully it's not the other way around… look, if this is about the other Walsh-- and McKay, it better be, or else I have questions-- just talk to her about it. Have an adult conversation." 

"Easy for you to say, you're dating the king of good family values. The kid's a Hartley House episode." 

-

You open the fridge in the kitchen, helping David’s grandparents scoop out ice cream. You fidget with the scoop in your hands before setting it down. After a devastating loss of Charades, you had to comfort your friends with ice cream. It was the only option, really. 

“How do you guys do it?” They both look up from the bowls to stare at you. “The whole long-term relationship thing,” you clarify. “It’s just so… scary.”

“You’re right,” Henry nods, “It’s very scary. Trusting someone, with your heart, your intimate feelings. I mean, before we got married, Adele broke up with me seven different times. Running for the hills was our solution to every problem. Giving yourself to that person— trusting that they’re going to cherish you, to value you and every intimate part of yourself— that is the hardest thing.”

Adele jumps in, “And you have to accept each other for who you are. For every flaw and every perfection, you have to let the other person be who they are. But when you do find the person you can really be yourself with, who you can have fun with, and fully trust… it is the greatest feeling in the world.” She takes the scoop from in front of you and begins scooping. “Who is he? It’s not David, is it?”

You giggle, “No. No, it’s not David. His name’s Brandon, he’s—“ you can’t stop a grin from slowly breaking out on your face, “He’s great. He’s kind, and considerate, and totally crazy about me... but it’s still scary, y’know? My last relationship didn’t exactly end on great terms. And if I barely even liked the other guy but I was still totally obliterated by it ending… I can’t imagine how I’d feel with Brandon. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. I guess you can imagine how much of a major scare that is, huh?”

“Seven break-ups, sweetheart. I can imagine.”

-

"He even set up a meal plan for the kid! I can show you the security cameras if you want to see them," Nat indulges. You never thought you’d say this, but you were thrilled to be back in Beverly Hills. You missed your own bed, the Peach Pit… the cute waiter at the Peach Pit. And you’re thrilled to be eating something that isn’t ice cream. 

"Oh, don't you dare! I cannot handle any more of that guy being good with kids or else he's gonna get me to procreate with him-- and nobody wants a bunch of  little Walshes running around here," you snort, stirring your water mindlessly with the straw. Nat shrugs as he picks up an order.

“I could use the extra help!” As per usual, he booms out in laughter, walking away with the plate of food. 

“What’s he so happy about?” You twist your head to the kitchen and you’re faced with your overtly-paternal and charitable lover. 

 “Oh, it’s nothing. Just you fathering a sweet little homeless boy for the weekend,” you have to halt yourself from fawning over him. He’s probably the only teenage boy that would tolerate a little kid, let alone help them out like he did. 

“He told you about that?”

“You mean how you not only befriended the little boy, but fed him for free, and made sure that his whole family would stay fed until they got back on their feet? Yeah, he might’ve. I mean I laughed, I cried— it was the feel-good story of the year, B.” He smiles at his feet as he ties his apron around his waist. 

“I really missed you this weekend, Y/N/N.” 

“Well, I’m here to stay now,” you smile as he kisses the top of your head. 

“I’m a real lucky guy, you know that?”

“That’s funny. I was about to say the same thing.” 

-

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[suga-kookiemonster]

Random but I’m super curious as to how idol contracts work or at least BTS bc I’ve been with them for years and any fan knows that real shit they Didint really pick up mommy friends until maybe four years ago! But still for Forbes to have them between like 50-60 mil or so for 7 members...but even in comparison to groups that Didint last as long for them to have that many tours, albums, merch, brand deals idk I just wonder how much BH gets in comparison

that seems right to me! in general, concerts are how musicians make their money. aside from the concert tickets themselves, merch is always marked uppppp at concerts. so, think about how bts does stadium tours (10s of thousands of people per night), think if everybody bought a $40 tshirt or a $60 army bomb or a $15 keychain or whatever else they’re selling. multiply that by how many shows they have on tour. now, some of that money obviously has to go to bighit, and some to pay for the shows, and some to the staff. but then think about how many $30+ physical albums they sell every time they drop a project (hint: it’s in the millions). think about all of the streams they get from spotify/apple music/etc., who give artists so many cents per play. think about how many views their content on youtube gets (mvs and bangtan bombs and whatever. hint: it’s in the millions again) and remember that that’s monetized. idk how v app works, but i’m sure that content is monetized too, or they’re at least being paid some sort of lump sum to keep uploading new content there. they definitely have to be getting a cut of that v app+ money 💅🏾 think about all the sponsorships they’ve had, and how at this point in time, if you want them to market your product, you’re gonna have to pay millions PER MEMBER, so these brands are dropping major $$$$ for all of them to wear their clothes or hold up their soda or stand in front of their cars or pretend to use their shitty phones

tl;dr idk how idol contracts work, but i do know that these boys are fucking loaded 🤑, and since they’re big hit’s cash cow, i’m sure the company’s gonna make sure they’re kept happy

[so-very-asleep]

Sterek Fic Rec

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - by Grimm

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

118k   4/4 Chapters

Full werewolf shift!Derek, Magic!Stiles

Get Back Up - by Hepzheba

After taking the blame for his so-called friend Jackson and his stupid pot, Stiles is forced to work for the Hales at their horse ranch the summer before his last year in high school. At first he absolutely hates it but he comes to realize that there is actually is something fun about this ranch thing and that horses are more likable and complicated than he’d previously thought. He also comes to realize that it’s not only the horses that are interesting; there’s also Derek Hale.

32k    4/4 Chapters 

Alternative Univers - Human, Lotta horses, Jerk!Stiles, 

Worlds Apart - by Siny

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

92k      16/16 Chapters

Alternative Univers - Royalty (Modern Royalty), Prince!Derek,

A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel - by lupinus, ureaneia

Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal.In which Stiles is the president's son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.Or in which uraniea and lupinus combine meeting the Hales, President Papa, waking up married, fake/pretend relationship, First Boy Stiles, and bodyguard Derek into one fic.

21k       1/1 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Bodyguard AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship/ Fake Marriage President!Sherif Stilinski

One Life Stand - by Vendelin

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

84k      6/6 Chapters

Prostitute!Stiles, Buisnessman!Derek

Gravity’s Got nothing on You - by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

83k     1/1 Chapters

Fake/Pretend Relationship

Captain’s Log: I am Sly as a Fox - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Derek wandered into the store with him, some of the cashiers cooing at Stiles because, yes, yes, he was very cute, thank you. He was getting more attention as a fox than he’d ever gotten as a human.

Figures.

He just pouted while being carried through the store, one of the girls helping Derek with what he needed and bringing it all to the cash register for him since he seemed reluctant to loosen his grip on Stiles. He probably didn’t want him wiggling free and wreaking havoc across the store.

He was pretty destructive, he’d admit that.

42k      1/1 Chapters

Magical Mishap, Fox!Stiles Stilinski, Both Derek and Stiles come back to Beacon Hills, Mutal Pining, Oblivious Stiles, Lonely Derek, Getting together, Friends to Lovers

The Darkness Inside - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

51k     1/1 Chapters

Nogitsune!Stiles, Pining Derek, Pining Stiles, Magic

Waiting - by isthatbloodonhisshirt

Not wanting to think on it took much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.

“Not too close, he bites.”

Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.

“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.

The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”

“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.

He looked extremely displeased.

81k      2/2 Chapters

Feral!Derek, Possessive!Derek, Werewolf Mates, Magic!Derek

Hallowed Grounds - by damndancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

109k    16/16 Chapters

Full Shift Werewolves, Writer Stiles, Hale Pack, Emissary in training Stiles Stilinski

Maggie May - by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?) 

24k     1/1 chapters

Kid Fic

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] - by owlpostagain

“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."

"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

17k      1/1 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Human, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fireman Derek, College student Stiles

A Desperate Arrangement - by mikkimouse

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

115k      29/29 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Historical, Arranged Marriage, Werewolves are known, Prince!Stiles, Prince!Derek, Alternative Universe - Royalty, Magic!Stiles

Suspicious Minds - by HaleHole

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

-- Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

40k     1/1 Chapters

Single Parent Stiles, Full Shift!Derek, Werewolf reveal

Thanks for Thumper, But I Prefer Cheeseburgers - by isthatbloodonmyshirt

The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist.

Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. A very bright red and jean-clad tree. He doubted it, but one could hope.

He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth—so very sharp, good fucking Lord!—and began walking towards Stiles.

“I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!”

58k     1/1 Chapters 

Fullshift Werewolf! Derek, Werewolf Courting, Oblivious Stiles, Werewolf Mates

I Have Faith In Nights - by DaintyBoots

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

35k      8/8 Chapters

Alternative Universe - Human, Cop!Derek, Drug Use, Street Punk (Sorta prostitue) Stiles, Panic Attacks

After The Storm - by matildajone

Derek's mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

--

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek's willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek's all too willing to give. There's something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn't.

41k       4/4 Chapters 

Kid Fic, Werewolf Reveal, Cop!Stiles

[dottiechan]

Phantom Limb Pt. 1 (Mrir’nittha’rrina (f!BH) x Torian Cadera)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three  | Part Four

Summary: After her mother was killed by Torian’s Mandalorian friend in a challenge, Mrir swore revenge despite the Mandalorian rules, plunging her marriage into despair. Written in Mrir’s POV.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, super mild swearing, breakup (I guess?)

(Art, OC, and fic belongs to me)

I don’t really remember the first hour after the holocall.

As I slowly come to my senses, I see broken datapads, wrecked canisters that previously held munitions or supplies, and shards of a Corellian whiskey’s bottle. Fuck, I should have drunk that instead of hurling it at the wall. Now the strong amber liquid is soaking the sharp glass pieces on the floor instead of the broken bits of my soul.

The ship is eerily quiet. Can’t blame the crew though - who the fuck wants to listen to yelling Mandalorians on their day off? They must have left, slipped out from the ship into the busy Rishi night one by one. I’d have done the same in their shoes. There was a time once when I lied to myself and I believed that we cared about each other as a team, but I am way past that point. We are hungry shells, rabid dogs looking for credits and pleasure and approval. We are the rats of the Galaxy, sticking together because no one else would have us.

My head is clearer now. I collect my numb limbs and push myself up from the cargo bay floor. That’s when I hear footsteps. Not the scurrying of Blizz or the gallant prancing of Gault, but the sound of a hunting predator’s feet. Cadera. A wave of hot rage washes through me. My mother was killed at the hands of his beloved vod and he has the nerve to tell me the fight was fair and backed by tradition. He tells me I have no right to seek revenge the way I would prefer. He said I had no honor when I’d told him I’d wring the life out of his precious Mandalorian friend in his sleep if I could. I think that was when I first hit him. But I really don’t know for sure.

What the fuck has happened to us in just a year? We used to fight together, not each other. How come that his face - the very face that used to make my heart swell with love - now only makes me more wrathful than the blasted Sith Emperor? Where did it all go wrong? At this point, I’m starting to doubt we ever truly loved each other.Torian only ever loved the Grand Champion, but not the scrawny Chiss wearing the title, and I only loved his care and admiration but not the man he was. Whatever might be the truth though, my fuzzy mind only knows one thing - I need him. Even if I want to strangle him sometimes with his sacred Mandalorian traditions, I need him.

Our eyes meet when he is halfway to the access hatch. I want him to be angry. I want him to shout and call me fool and I want him to push me into the wall and tell me I have no honor. But he just stares at me with those big blue eyes that make me weak in the knees and he does absolutely nothing. For a moment, I think he might apologize and take my hand and bite his lips in an ashamed way. However, I already know that’s never going to happen. The sadness in his eyes finally seeps into my soul and then I simply know what’s going to happen. I have a thousand reasons why I don’t want him to leave, but I can’t utter even one. He looks at me for a long moment, memorizing my every feature, before walking down the ramp and melting into the night sky.

I still sit on the stairs leading to the exit of the ship every night ever since he left, just like I did on the first. Some nights, Gault would join and he’d talk about Hylo and he’d bring a bottle of liquor and we’d drown in the stars. Other nights, I’d just sit alone, eyes glued to the metal door, while different people would sleep alone in my bed. 

They say you can still feel a phantom limb after you lose the real one, and it’s so damn true. Cadera’s everywhere: in my bed, in my beskar armor, in every punch I throw, in my drinks, in every woman and man I bring back to the ship in an intoxicated haze to make me feel like I’m not so fucking alone. I feel him breathe and move and hunt and pulsate somewhere in the Galaxy, leaving his mark everywhere he goes, just like he burned one into my skin the first time we met on Dromund Kaas. 

I know he is out there somewhere. But I also know that he is not coming back.