#DID HE HAVE TO LOOK UP WHAT HUMANS EAT OR DID HE JUST WATCH ISAAC ENOUGH IN THE LAB TO FIGURE IT OUT

[deceitfulcharmer]

[thinking about Animated Megatron interacting with humans and I'm like wait. wait a minute. he kept Isaac as a pet for months. was he sending out Lugnut and/or Blitzwing for human food this entire time]

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Would you write

Nikola Tesla, Beelzebu,Hades and poseidon (oh, separated please) x Marie Curie

-You were an odd woman, brilliant as you were beautiful, constantly researching something, sharing your findings with anyone who would listen.

-Many believed your beauty was wasted by how much time you spent in the lab, but this is how you lived back on earth, and for it you changed history for humanity twice with your discoveries and earned multiple accolades, including two Noble Peace prizes!

-Those who sought to court you in Valhalla were quick to give up, as you wouldn’t listen to their complaints on wishing you would go out more and how you should try to do girly things and not science.

-You just called them out on not knowing what you were working on, and because they didn’t know they were intimidated, but despite you offering to teach them they just left- but you weren’t bothered- you had those that cared about you for your brilliant mind.

-You had made plenty of friends with the other scientists in Valhalla, many who appreciated you as well as praised you, wanting to know about the fields of science you researched, and you loved to learn about their own fields as well.

-To them you were a rare find as well as a good friend, as you were always willing to lend an ear, but you were so not to be underestimated, as you were a warrior on your own, using your bayonet pistols that you were quite dangerous with, and many knew not to cross you.

-When you did have to show them that you weren’t just a pretty face with a brilliant mind, using your weapons as well as your heels, your friends and those were you close with could only stare in awe, eating popcorn as you easily handled business before returning to your research like you didn’t just kick someone’s ass.

-Nikola- He was incredibly fond of you, you were a great friend to his and you were one of the few who understood his passion in research, mainly because you were so similar, although you did have a healthier sleeping pattern than he did. Isaac could easily see the chemistry between the two of you, literally as he watched you two experimenting with a chemistry set but he could see how close the two of you were and it was rather annoying to see Nikola beating around the bush about it. However, to be fair you were waiting on someone who had no experience with women back on earth, as far as dating. Perhaps you needed to take the initiative in taking the next step.

-Beelzebub- He had been dragged to the science lab Nikola shared with you and all the other scientists, showing him how passionate you all were with their research and for the first time in a long time, Beelzebub felt like he belonged. He found a kinship with Nikola and the other scientists and that included you. Unlike others who had met you he wasn’t picking at you for your wasted beauty being here in the lab, he talked to you about your research, wanting to know more and more and he was elated that you were more than happy to tell him all about it. Nikola could see the spark between the two of you, as you seemed to be glowing in a different way when you spoke with Nikola compared to when you spoke with Beelzebub. Nikola approved of it, knowing that he would take care of you.

-Hades- He had been a surprise witness to one of the ass-beatings you were giving to another person who dared to try to tell you what to do. The moment you summoned your guns and had the asshole on the ground, begging you to forgive him, you were surprised to hear clapping, and you turned, see Hades there, an amused smile on his face, “Beauty, brawn, and brains- you really are the whole package, aren’t you?” you were cautious, knowing this was a god and you couldn’t easily fight such a powerful god but Hades was harmless, wanting to know what you were researching, after looking up at the blackboard you were working on, and you lit up, happy to explain it to him. You were such an interesting human; one he wanted to know more about.

-Poseidon- It was one of his subjects who came to him, telling him how you violently attacked him, leaving out the fact that he insulted you first, but Poseidon came to see you, to put you in your place. He wasn’t anticipating seeing such a beautiful woman and you greeted him warmly, not realizing who he was as he looked up at your complex looking research. When he demanded to know why you attacked one of his own your hands came to your hips, “Oh that guy- he insulted me- saying my pretty face is wasted being in here and that I don’t know what I’m talking about with my research- so I put him in his place.” Poseidon was surprised by your attitude, seeing that you were so protective over your research, and he had to question why you research so much and you beamed brightly, “Because it’s fun!” you were really an odd human, but you intrigued him- he wanted to know more about you.

[sterekchub]

The cafe/restaurant prompt gave me an idea: Derek and the other wolves/supernatural folk have a restaurant/cafe together that is meant to cater towards people like them, which means that their food is tailored towards their much more demanding metabolism. In comes Stiles who not only ignores their calls for him to not eat there, but who after eating a single meal there grows addicted to the food. Cue Stiles gorging there daily (maybe almost in a trance) and the others enjoying him *ballooning*~

This is so, so so good. Because you know Stiles ignores like -multiple warnings. Including warnings from his own protesting stomach, which is gurling and bloating with gas and the heartburn has Stiles reaching for the Tums because wolves have dense, high fat, high protein meals that Stiles is NOT used to handling. So the first time Derek warns him away. (Maybe Isaac runs panicked to him like ummm we have a human?! Who wants to eat here?!) He's a little grumpy about it, tells Stiles it's not for humans, so he either's here with someone or he should leave. Stiles cheerfully tells Derek he'll never stay in business with that sort of customer service. And despite Derek telling him he's the owner - he can make the rules - he still reluctantly lets Stiles order. Watches Stiles' eyes widen when he sees the order brought out to the table, and between the generous portion and the heavy, dense food, Derek doesn't expect Stiles to finish it. Or at least- doesn't expect Stiles to come back. He comes back. Brings Scott, who tells him the same thing. "Dude, this is a werewolf restaurant. Even the portions are too much for me." Stiles is sweating and red in the face and breathing heavily by the end of it...but he still manages to finish off his meal and the rest of Scott's. The 3rd time, it's another concerned human who steps in. Maybe Allison or Chris who see Stiles making his way into the restaurant, so they grab his arm and explain that it's NOT for him. Werewolves need so many extra calories for their running high metabolism, just one appetizer from there probably puts Stiles over his daily limit. They get ignored, and Stiles goes in and eats a week worth of calories in one meal. The 4th time he comes in, it's basically got the attention of the entire restaurant. Peter is a mischievous shit whose role as sommelier leaves him mostly at the bar until a table calls on him - but he brushes in front of Derek to take Stiles' order. And then recommends him the heaviest, largest menu items they have. The entire staff is basically watching Stiles when the food is brought out. Derek's actually concerned Stiles might just burst right there, and it takes him well over two hours, having to stop and belch, rub his gut to make more room, then go in for another forkful, but he finishes it. Erica and Isaac would fully start to clap at the performance before Derek shoots them a glare, and they watch Stiles struggle to get up, waddle out of the restaurant with his belly ballooned in front of him. He easily becomes their favorite customer. If only because they start taking bets after the first month, when Stiles comes in with his lower belly hanging out of his T-shirt, and when he waddles off mid meal to the bathroom and comes back with the button on his jeans undone, on what he weighs. How long before he looks fatter - judged by the day he finally can't fit into the booth. They also have the regular conversations of: "Should we say something?" "He's got to be 350 by now." "Did order another fucking dessert?" "Maybe he's a werehog?" "Oops, kitchen messed up this order....I'll bring it to Stiles!"

[beevean]

We finally watched Nocturne.

... what? No, no endless post this time :P not only because it's just one season. It's just as I expected: it's not as infuriating as its big sibling. (unless you're familiar with the French Revolution coughcough@the-crow-binary)

We only watched the first four episodes so far, and I have already said a lot, so let's go.

The thing I complained the most about, I noticed, was the worldbuilding, mostly how vampires work. The original show "elfified" vampires, only keeping the basic traits "need blood, don't like sunlight or running water, can turn into things like bats and mist". They were portrayed as this ancient rage, one with its own culture (much superior than the dumb humans who forget everything because church bad): they sleep normally, they can eat food if they so wish, apparently they can have sex with zero issues lol, and infamously child vampires are treated as, well, innocent children and not as poor human kids suffering a terrible fate. Trevor even kindly tells us that the reason vampires hate crosses regardless of their faith is because their eyesight is so advanced that they freak out at the sight of geometrical shapes. The only monstruous trait they have is that apparently they have a tendency to go insane and crave power. Honestly, they kind of remind me of Twilight.

And somehow Nocturne manages to get it worse.

Now, yes, vampires in Nocturne bite far more often than in the OG show. I think in that other show we see them doing that... twice? And Carmilla and Lenore lick Hector's blood; then they just drink from their stock of blood à la Drac from SoTN. Anyway, Nocturne is more willing to show them as beasts, so good job. Hell, Sun Thundercat even turns a human!

But in this setting, vampires seem to not even have those few weaknesses they had in the OG show. For a story centered on how Sun Thundercat will bring eternal night to the world because sun is the number 1 obstacle to vampires, it's baffling how easily they can just walk around in plain daylight. Olrox looks out of the window with his face illuminated by the sun. Drolta can literally walk just fine, even without a parasol. @spinningbuster98 kept asking "why don't peasants or slaves just destroy the windows of the places where they know vampires live?" - well clearly they'd be fine!

And special shoutout to Drolta who openly mocks the concept of her being hurt by being in a church. At least in S1, Blue Fangs explained its presence in the Bishop's church by blaming his heinous actions for pushing God away.

Vampires are also shockingly well integrated into society. These extremely pale people, with visible pointy ears and long fangs, can chill around in a nice palace or stroll into a theatre, and no one bats an eye. How? In the OG show, vampires could be in a position of power (see the council of Styria), but they mostly worked from the shadows. Did humans just... accept the presence of these monsters?

(the cross weakness becomes way funnier now. Vampires are weak to the religion they used to believe in, so Annette can ask the help of the Christian God to harm previously Christian vampires. I actually like this. But then this makes that OG "vampires have super freaky eyesight" scene even stupider than it used to be)

Another point for the clumsy worldbuilding. Hey, remember how I complained that N!Hector wearing Hector's CoD outfit makes no sense? Because that's what he could cobble up from his old Devil Forgemaster uniform and it's basically the best he can wear for running through the country and fighting, while N!Hector 1) is still in Drac's service in S2 so you'd expect a more professional uniform from him, like the one worn by N!Isaac, and 2) he very much does not fight, making details like the arm guard and the single glove look redudant. We have a similar issue here: Maria, whose design was taken straight out of DXC, complains in the first episode that her mother is too poor to pay taxes. You can tell that she doesn't look that poor. To make things even worse, in the second episode, Tera is able to offer bread to Annette and Edouard: the French Revolution started, among other reasons, because even bread got ridiculously expensive for common people! So which is it? Is Maria one of the common people, or a well-off young woman who really has no business leading the revolution?

And this... is tied to other problems.

The French Revolution is nothing more than a shallow backdrop for the main plot being the Vampire Messiah being hyped up as the greatest evil to ever evil. You can tell the writers did not care when they cast Vaublanc, a real person who fought against slavery, as a vampire slaveowner. I think. I think you shouldn't do that.

The point is, it becomes increasingly jarring when you see that the main protagonists, the ones who spout the most generic "liberty, equality, fraternity"... are not even French. Maria has Russian origins, and as I've shown she seems to be doing well. Richter is a Romanian who grew up in the US. Annette, who gets to make a super epic speech about freedom, is a runaway from Saint-Domingue. Edouard is a rich opera singer, also from Saint-Domingue.

Oh, Annette.

You know, I want to say something. I'd have much more patience for her abrasive, ungrateful, condescending behavior, I'd justify it as a result of her trauma, if it weren't for how mean-spirited she is and for how no one seems to even react to her.

bruh.

You did that, huh. Richter has been nothing but kind and supportive to you, relating to the loss of your friend and of your mother - this isn't a Trevor situation where you can fall for what the story tells you and believe he's actually rude, no, Richter is on-screen a very nice guy! And you say that? To his face? After he revealed to you that the Belmonts used to do magic but he can't because he lost his mom? Something you should know how devastating it feels? And you THROW THAT TO HIS FACE??

Richter is the one who gasps, by the way. Maria and Tera over there? Nah they're just eating popcorn as this stranger is deliberately hitting Richter where it hurts the most. Thanks girls.

Oh but she's not done!

I know what this is. Look at her, the Stronk former slave who suffered Hardships which inherently makes her more Mature and World Wise, looking down on the two white French people who obviously had it so easy in their lives.

Hey, Ms. Adult. Who's the one who lost control of her powers, leading to Edouard becoming a Night Creature? Richter is too nice to throw that in your face. I'm not :)

Hey, Ms. I Suffered More Than You. Who's the one who only managed to save herself from the plantation only due to magical god-inherited powers? Which is also incredibly insensitive to the real-life slaves who managed to escape with nothing more but human skills and intellect?

Hey, Ms. I'm More Mature Than You Whiteys. Who's the one who needed the help of a rich half-white man to be protected? Not that you even know the concept of being grateful.

Uh, and Tera? You mind chiming in? You mind defending your daughter and your adopted son from this stranger who keeps being rude and disrespectful? No? Okay. She just suggests how to save Edouard, but lets Annette's words slide. You and Lisa can compete for the title of Mom of the Year.

Oh, but this is not a sexism or racism issue. This is literally the same thing as Alucard in S2 being the biggest hypercunt to Trevor, making fun of his traumatic childhood, cruelly mocking his family and his legacy, and treating him like he's nothing more than a failure of a drunkard when the dude has been nothing but a help in fights and gave them access to the vast Belmont Hold... and Sypha always rushed in Alucard's defense because boohoo his depression is an icy well of sadness, he Suffered More Than You!

This is just the writers shitting on the Belmonts, and I am sick of it. Trevor did not deserve this, and Richter doesn't deserve this.

Anyway, characters. I have little to say. Richter is the best one, being reasonably cocky as you would expect from him; not to an insufferable degree, just yeah he comes off as an immature young man who needs to grow up. I like him. Maria is a parody of teens on Twitter talking about seizing the means of production, and I kind of forget she's there. Annette, yeah :) Edouard got retroactively characterized after his death, but I still don't know how to describe his personality beyond "helpful" and "source of infodumps". Tera exists. The abbot is profoundly stupid for allying himself with vampires for the sake of crushing the "Godless" Revolution (there's an N!Hector joke to make here but it's not worth it). Drolta is basically Isaac who slapped a pair of tits on himself and just like that she's a beloved slay queen icon. Templar Agent Stone Mizrak is mere bara bait so far. Olrox... well, so far he's mildly intriguing for being outside of the hero/villain dichotomy. Kind of a tryhard, though, and I still don't know why he didn't just kill Richter.

My last complaint is that it's really boring how they hype up Sun Thundercat as this harbinger of DEATH AND SUFFERING AND PAIN AND TERROR way before we even see her. It reminds me of Alucard exposing how a world without humans would be: just this empty, edgy narration with nothing to show for it. But at least by then we had a taste of Dracula's anger and powers, so this is even worse. You need to try harder to build up an antagonist.

and finally, have the best moment in the whole franchise

BUT, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[onegianthotmess]

Headcanons For Jane

I’ve been wanting to do this for a while so let’s go!!

Here is the post where I introduced Jane and showed what she looked like: Jane.

Also, I know that @queengiuliettafirstlady is a bit curious about Jane! I’d like to clarify that she is my OC as @natimiles informed you and that there will be a happy ending with her and Theo, just give me a little bit, please! But, in the meantime, you can enjoy these random headcanons that are canon because Jane is my OC/baby and I love her!!!

Jane is Comte’s first daughter, so obviously she’s a bit spoiled in the beginning

Not in a bad way, more so Comte just goes a bit nuts and almost buys all of the women’s clothing in Paris when he brings Jane home, but Leonardo stops him because he doesn’t want the mansion to overflow with gowns and take up his napping spots or for Jane to be overwhelmed

And yes, Leonardo also unofficially adopts Jane and gives her daily headpats because I said so

Jane is incredibly grateful to have been given a second life, but it has led her to question things

She was a devout Catholic while human, but she was confused on what to do with her beliefs when she’d been given an impossible second chance

So, after much contemplation, Jane did decide to remain Catholic in terms of beliefs, but not as devoutly as when she was human because her second life as a vampire has given her a new perspective on things

Jane is often compared to Vincent in personality and none of those comparisons are incorrect

Historically, Jane Seymour was actually called a peaceful angel while in court and was known to be one of, if not the most, beloved queen that ruled during King Henry VIII’s reign

So it makes sense her personality would stay the same even after becoming a vampire

In fact, the reason she wanted to continue living was to help children, even though she couldn’t raise her own son

So, yes, she is often compared to Vincent in terms of being an angel, but her and Vincent don’t see how they’re similar to each other and it’s so cute!!!

Jane only knew English while she was alive and had to learn Modern English from Comte, so when she started dating Theo, Arthur tried to learn Dutch swear words so he could tell Jane to say them to Theo as “terms of endearment”

But, before Arthur could do that, Vincent began to teach Jane Dutch without Theo knowing so she could surprise him

Jane is a very good cook and actually surprised Sebastian the first night she was there because she started cooking dinner way before Sebastian and was about halfway done with the meal when Sebastian walked in

Needless to say Sebastian was both bewildered and very interested by this and started scribbling in his notebook that Jane Seymour was an exceptional cook

Jane will also sit down and knit, crochet, or sew with Sebastian when he gets some downtime and she usually mends his suits if a tear is ever on them

Sebastian’s notebook is getting a nice section on Jane Seymour’s hobbies

Jane loves birds and her pet dove Enid was actually a gift given to her by Shakespeare as a thank you for her sewing some costumes for him for a play he was putting on

And Theo doesn’t like that Enid was from Shakespeare, but Jane loves Enid and sees Will as a nice person and good friend, so he stays quiet

Jane likes to watch Vincent paint and she usually tells him when it’s time to eat and when it’s time for him to go to bed

Jane is actually the only person King doesn’t knock over when he sees and is always gentle with Jane, which pisses Theo off a bit but he also thinks it’s cute as fuck-

When Jane feels restless, she will clean and organize things around the mansion

She’s reorganized the library so many times that it’s literally impossible to not find a book within thirty to sixty seconds, if you know what you’re looking for

Jane will occasionally go into town to help teach children with Napoleon and Isaac

It usually takes a minute for Jane to wake up, so Theo usually has to help her get dressed and occasionally has to help her with her hair if she’s that sleepy

Despite being a queen while human, Jane can be very naive and believes a lot of what Arthur and Dazai say if someone doesn’t immediately stop them or tell her otherwise

And yes, she’s fallen for this plenty of times

She’s the baby girl of the mansion, leave her alone-

Jane has days where she can faint very easily and she has done this while out helping Theo with his work

The first time this happened, Theo rushed her to the hospital and was panicking internally the whole time

And when Jane woke up with instructions from the doctor to go home and rest and drink a lot of water, Theo went with her and didn’t leave her side the rest of the day

When Leonardo and Arthur were asked to see if anything was wrong with Jane after multiple fainting spell days happening, Leonardo and Arthur eventually came to the conclusion that, because Jane’s death and final days had such a massive toll on her body, it affected her even after becoming a vampire

Leonardo and Arthur advised her to try and watch for signs of feeling weak or faint within herself to see if she needed to stay home so that her bedroom wasn’t too far to carry her to if she fainted and another resident found her

Luckily, these fainting spell days are usually few and far between and rarely even happen once a month most of the time

When Jane was dying of postpartum complications, she’d gotten an infection in her eyes from a remedy one of the doctors had given her and it damaged her eyes to the point of her needing glasses

For the first two to three months of Jane’s new life as a vampire, she needed to be guided around the mansion because her eyesight was awful and she needed to wait for Comte to take her to an optometrist to settle a prescription for her and get her glasses made before she could walk around the mansion freely

And during those first two to three months, Jane had broken a few things around the mansion while left alone and wandering the halls and after she got her glasses, she apologized profusely for the damages she’d caused

Occasionally, Jane and Arthur will mix up their glasses and Arthur has to go and find Jane to give her her glasses back as quickly as possible before she breaks something and feels guilty about it

All of the mansion pets have at least a slight fondness for Jane, but the birds, Brush, King, Vic, and Chérie all really like her in particular

Vic actually almost prefers Jane to Arthur and it makes Arthur really jealous because Vic is meant to be his dog and love him

But Arthur feels better after Jane reassures him that Vic still loves him before handing him his precious pup to go and play with King for a bit, who was getting jealous of the attention Vic was getting

Arthur and Jane are very good friends, with Jane almost acting motherly in a way towards Arthur and Arthur just being the flirt he is while also being nice and a gentleman to Jane because she’s a babie who must be protected

Jane actually has a great knowledge on the language of flowers and their properties, from medicinal uses to poisons, she knows almost everything about flowers, even some things Leonardo doesn’t know

Jane has always wanted to go to the beach, but she never really could in her life as a human due to being a lady-in-waiting, then a queen who was pressured to produce a male heir who eventually died after giving birth

Also, she can’t swim-

Jane makes Sebastian take breaks from housework and takes care of it herself

She will cook and clean and do the laundry and have it all done all before Sebastian arrives, thus forcing him to take a day off

Jane enjoys taking walks and usually has someone accompany her, which is usually Arthur and Theo

Arthur occasionally goes out to the bar alone with Jane and challenges her to a drinking contest, which usually ends in Theo being called down to carry his drunk wife back to the mansion and makes sure a tipsy Arthur is alright to be left by himself long enough for Leonardo to come down and eventually carry him back home

Jane gets unusually hungry while drunk and she’ll usually ask Theo if they can go get pancakes while he carries her back home

Jane is allowed to drink with anyone except Jean because of how they both get easily wasted and so they need someone else to watch over them so they don’t get themselves killed or do something worse while drunk

Jane and Vincent often go to Shakespeare’s villa together so that they can have tea with him and talk

They occasionally bring Brush and Enid along with them and both of their pets love both Shakespeare and Puck

Puck is a bit iffy on Vincent, but he LOVES Jane and doesn’t focus on giving Vincent half of an evil eye because he’s too busy getting pets from Jane when they visit

Jane has made winter scarves for everyone in the mansion, Shakespeare, and even the vampires in the castle

Jane met Vlad on the street as he was packing up his little flower cart one evening because she was waiting for Theo and Arthur, and Vlad took a liking to Jane and gave her a few free flowers from the selection he had left

Vlad thinks Jane reminds him of an innocent little girl and finds her cute, so he usually gives her a few free flowers whenever he sees her

And it makes Theo jealous whenever Jane tells him about “the very nice man with strawberry eyes” who occasionally gives her a few free flowers because….it’s Theo and Theo doesn’t like to share his precious and innocent little hondje

And Jane makes pancakes for Theo whenever he’s jealous to help him calm down and to reassure him that no one else will ever catch her eye except for him

Pancakes and a night of cuddling usually does the trick to make Theo feel better and Jane is always happy to oblige

Jane does try to limit Theo’s sugar intake, like giving him the option of letting her pour his syrup on his pancakes or having no syrup at all

It usually works, but sometimes Theo is sneaky and swipes the syrup bottle to put more on his pancakes when Jane isn’t looking

Jane usually instates herself as Sebastian’s replacement and caretaker whenever he gets sick, despite his objections

Even though Jane usually tries to take care of any one of the residents when they get sick because she doesn’t like to see them unwell

Jane loves going to the park and will take Enid with her so she can fly around

Jane actually met Charles at one of her visits to the park and asked if she could visit him at his home so she could get to know him better and meet his friends that he lives with

And that’s what led Jane to visit the castle and meet Faust for the first time and figure out who Vlad is

And Theo does not like Faust

Why?

Because Faust finds Jane interesting, very interesting and just gives Theo a bad vibe

Meanwhile Jane likes him because he doesn’t seem that bad and she finds him funny

Also everyone added Vlad to the “Don’t Let These People Drink Alone No Matter The Cost” list with Jane and Jean due to his zero tolerance for alcohol

Seriously, don’t let them drink alone together without at least one other person or someone is going to die or something weird is gonna happen

They all woke up hungover in Vlad’s flower garden once and flowers were on fire, there was a bear sleeping with them, Marshmallow was trying to get past Cherie to gnaw on Jean’s leg, Enid was asleep on Jane’s head, Vlad was hanging upside down in a tree, a pot of boiling water was in a rose bush, Jean’s eyepatch was missing, and Jane was using Vlad’s black cloak as a blanket

Yeah, Charles had to clean that up and Faust had to take care of Vald, Jean, and Jane while they were all hungover before Jean and Jane could go home the next day

Comte was freaking out about where his favorite most lightweight children went for the three days they were gone

Vincent had to calm down Theo and assure him Jane was fine, but it didn’t really fully work until Jane was home

Jane has a mouse/kitten sneeze

The first time she sneezed at breakfast, everyone looked at her because they never thought she could get any softer or cuter, but they were very wrong

Children love her a lot, she’s like a magnet for kids

When she goes with Theo to take King to the park, children usually come up to her to tell her she’s pretty or to invite her for a game of hide and seek

And babies somehow calm instantly when she holds them

Jane is just really good with kids

Jane was worried about Vincent not having a bed and became even more worried when he said it was fine because he had his couch to sleep on

And Jane couldn’t let that happen, so she talked with Comte and made sure Vincent got a bed put in his room

She even set up some tarps to act as curtains around the bed so that the pillows, blankets, and sheets would be safe from any possible stray bits of paint that would possibly be splattered around in cast of an accident

Jane usually makes Vincent take breaks from painting because she worries about him and they usually make flower crowns together or they go and visit Shakespeare

They make flower crowns for Shakespeare and Puck, too along with their own respective pets

Jane has made flower crowns for Theo and King as well, which makes Theo embarrassed and shy and King very happy because he looks even cuter and eventually gets a snack when the flower crown falls off his head

For Christmas one year, Jane made everyone a special embroidered decorative pillow, even Shakespeare and the castle boys

Theo’s had a golden retriever on it, Arthur’s had a magnifying glass on it, Leonardo’s had tools on it, Jean’s had a tiger on it, Vincent’s had a sunflower on it, Napoleon’s had a sword/rapier on it, Isaac’s had a stack of books with an apple on it, Dazai’s had a book and pen on it, Mozart’s had a violin on it, Sebastian’s had a lamb on it, Comte’s had an hourglass on it, Will’s had symbols for his three most popular plays on it, Faust’s had a monkey on it, Charles’s had resurrection lilies on it, and Vlad’s had strawberries on it

Jane spent about a year and a half planning, researching, and gathering supplies for those pillows before she actually spent another year making the pillows before putting them in nice boxes with wrapping and bows and tags and a hand written card in each to everyone for how grateful she was to have them in her life and that they could do what they wished with their gift

Everyone was very touched by Jane’s dedication to just one gift and they all keep their handmade pillows out on display because they deserve to be seen

Yeah, needless to say that Jane is the queen of going above and beyond for handmade gifts, and just gifts in general

Any holiday involving the giving of gifts, Jane is on top of those gifts, which she planned months in advance for

She’s also the queen of arts and crafts, Sebastian being an extremely close second to her

Jane has made new collars and leashes for both King and Vic because she saw that the ones they had were getting pretty old and worn out

She even made a little harness and leash for Comte’s precious ferret, Thyme

When Jane told Theo she loved him in semi broken Dutch, Theo eased up as best he could on his swearing so that he had less of a chance of his sweet hondje learning any sort of bad language, especially from him

Arthur received many death threats just in case he decided to corrupt Jane’s pure and innocent, and definitely a bit naive, mind

Because Arthur is…well, Arthur

One time Jane accidentally broke her finger on a door and started crying, Theo nearly ripped the door she broke her finger on off its hinges and used it as firewood

He would have, too, if Vincent and Comte weren’t holding him back

Overall, Jane is a sweet babie who could make even the most stone faced serial killer melt with a single kitten sneeze and I love her

(A/N: I got the divider from @firefly-graphics, if you wanted to know or if they wanted to receive credit in this post because I used one of their divider graphics! Either way, go look at some of their stuff because the graphics are really nice!!)

[samaelsphinx]

As asked by @andygods , here goes a preview to one fanfiction I'm working right now.

Actually, it's a whole scene.

Any suggestion is welcomed.

WARNING: Despite being students, every character here is depict as being of legal age. Consider them to have their appearances about the 6th season, when ALL the actors were actually of legal age.

TAGS: Stiles/Everyone, Nogitsune/Everyone, Blow Jobs, Facials, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Cock Slut Stiles Stilinski, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Liam Dunbar Has a Big Dick + more to come as I add to the draft.

When Stiles invited his and Scott's buddy, Liam, to a sleepover, he had less studying in mind than he had first suggested to his father. 

It had nothing to do with studies. 

They played for some time, they eat some junk food, they watched half a movie. Half a movie, cause as Stiles grew more and more bored with the movie, he started to go down - having Liam laying on his bed for the movie - passing through Liam's chest and abs, getting into his crotch, pulling the wolf's pajama down, letting the biggest cock in the pack flop out, smacking back against Liam's body. Stiles' eyes followed the whole movement. The human drooled over the beta's exposed abs as Stiles went down, searching for what was the main reason for beginning that sleepover: Liam's thick, 11-inch cock. Stiles grabbed it, feeling the thick pole pulsating in his hand. His warm breath over the cock made Liam grunt and hum, pleased as lust ran through the course of his body. Amazing how Liam was probably the shortest in the pack, but had the biggest cock among the men. 'Inches only matter below the belt', Stiles read once somewhere.

"I wish Scotty was here." Stiles muttered with a barely hidden note of jealousy. Scott was with Allison at that moment, even though their sleepovers were a tradition by then. The true alpha and the beta would sleep by so they, among other funny things, let Stiles blow them and, if they're lucky enough to sleep when the sheriff wasn't by, both wolves would get to plow the human into a cock slut mess. The tradition started with just Scott and Stiles, but soon came to welcome Liam. Occasionally, Isaac was there with them. 

Liam stopped paying attention to the movie, instead looking down at Stiles, who gave a tentative lick through the length. "Holy-" Stiles shushed him by swallowing him whole, cutting the air from Liam's lungs. Stiles swallowed him deep without much difficulty. Liam could be much bigger than the average, but Stiles has time and experience with the beta's massive cock, so much that Stiles could easily engulf more of the cock, effectively going for the root. At that point, Stiles' was stretched enough by the thickness that his tongue remained inside his mouth, pressing against Liam's full-of-vein girth. Stiles gagged and coughed, of course, but he had mastered the art already that those came naturally, more to make Liam hornier than worry him - like they did in the beginning. 

With his mouth stretched around the girth, lips pressing against the base of Liam's cock, Stiles looked up, gazing directly at Liam, who was looking back at him. Deep down in his throat, against the invading cock, Stiles hummed lowly. The vibrations were enough to make Liam throw back his head against the pillow, moaning out as his eyes rolled deep inside their cavities. Stiles found that to be the right moment to pull his head back, slowly grazing his lips and teeth against Liam's skin, leaving a trail of spit against the drenched member. Going back to the tip, Stiles popped it out of his mouth audibly. "I almost forgot."

Much to Liam's despair, Stiles left his cock alone for several minutes that seemed like hours. It was the time necessary for Stiles to get out of bed, rush to his desk drawer and fidget with something. When he finally climbed back on the bed, eagerly holding Liam's more-than-impressive dick with both hands, ready to get that monster back into his eager mouth, Liam saw a bright red tinting Stiles lips in a rushed lipstick makeover he made. "Again..." Liam began, breathless as Stiles started to swallow him once more. "Why do you do this?"

Stiles, annoyed, rolled his eyes, popping the cock out of his mouth again. Now, he used the time to jerk the beta off in solid, slow strokes. "It's my signature mark." Stiles swallowed him again, now not losing time to bob his head, hoping the mind-blowing blowjob would get Liam quiet. "Like-hmmm... You're marking your territory?" Liam moaned, throwing his head back. These were the last words he would formulate for a while. Stiles stopped the job for a second, only to answer "Something like that" before diving back, more furious than ever. 

With experience and ability, he bobbed his head lower and faster, allowing Liam's hips with his quick thrusts to fuck up against the back of his throat. Being face-fucked by that monstercock would leave a harsher voice than just deepthroating it, but Stiles couldn't care much. 

Quickly, spit, cum, and lipstick started to mix, smudging the length of Liam's cock. At the same time, the violent gagging Stiles was enduring for Liam, alongside the snap of the beta's hips against Stiles' chin and Liam's chorus of moans, all mixed. The conjunction of sounds only made Stiles go faster and deeper, more determined in his initial intent. 

"Oh- fuck - Stiles - I'm gonna... any minute-!" Liam warned late, but Stiles was already used to it. Fast, the human pressed his lipstick-stained lips to the cock's girth, leaving a bright red ring around it. Then, popping off the huge dick off his mouth, Stiles furiously jerked it off with both hands. A trembling Liam's moans later and the cock pulsated once more within Stiles' hand, except now they're shooting powerful streams of cum. Stiles always admired how wolves could cum like hoses. Liam's first jet flew right onto his chin, then the next one on his hard chest, right on his nipple, and his abs. The last ones, less potent, covered Stiles's hand, and Liam's crotch. It wasn't mild cum, either. It had a strong scent and a thick consistency. 

Happily, Stiles licked his hand. Watching as Liam tried to clean the mess, Stiles stopped him with a quick shush. "Wait there, buddy. Gonna get my camera. I need a photo of this. Then, I'm gonna lick it."

[prairiesongserial]

23.10

John watched Percy comb through the dense text, looking for mention of ‘Isaac.’ The boy had admirable focus. Soon the students broke away for dinner, leaving Percy the only one still at work. Even Cassidy had gone to eat with the students.

The sound of Percy turning the thin pages was as steady as the beat of a song. Thirty minutes later, Cassidy reappeared with food for all of them; Percy’s focus didn’t break from the page, even as he pulled apart bread and stuffed pieces into his mouth.

“Menashe, pass me an apple slice,” Cassidy said.

“Huh?” was Percy’s delayed response.

“Pass me an apple slice.”

“They’re closer to you, though,” Percy said, confused.

“What bad manners. Aren’t you supposed to be a prince?”

Percy swallowed back whatever rude answer came to mind. He turned away from the book for just long enough to lean across the table, pick up an apple slice, and put it on Cassidy’s plate. In that second of distraction, Cassidy flipped forward in the book without Percy noticing. When Percy settled back down over the page, still pulling a face, he didn’t seem to notice the change.

“Oh, I’ve got it,” he said. “Here is an ‘Isaac’--I suppose this is the binding business.”

Gawain also became momentarily excited, before he realized that it was just more reading. He settled back next to John, leaning against his side. The warm weight reminded John of H.D., the German Shepherd from the circus.

“I’m bored,” Gawain sighed. “Can’t we play something?”

“No,” said John.

Gawain wilted forward until his forehead was down on the table.

“Well, that is curious,” said Percy. “I really have no idea what any of this has to do with the new year. Mr. John, shall I read it to you?” John nodded, and he did. It was a disturbing story. God told a man to take his son up a mountain and kill him. The man almost did. An angel told him never mind, so he stopped.

“I’m having a blasted time with this question,” Percy said once he’d finished reciting. “What do you think?”

John thought the man in the story shouldn’t listen to strange voices. Gawain had dozed off against his side. When John had been a little younger than him, someone had sold him into an indenture, but at least they’d only done it because they were going to starve.

John shrugged.

“It’s a bit sloppy,” Percy sighed, “an angel intervening to give the opposite order. I’m inclined to think Abraham wasn’t supposed to listen to the voice of God at the beginning. Or is he meant to listen every time on faith that subsequent orders will clarify or contradict the former? God, what a puzzle.”

“Was he supposed to have done the right thing?” John asked.

Across the table from him, Cassidy’s face broke into a grin.

“Allegorical tales ought to explain themselves,” Percy complained. “I suppose the difficulty is meant to be the point. This whole tower is a monument to the virtue of debate and study; room for interpretation requires one to grapple with the philosophy.”

Percy struggled for a while longer. Nearly two hours had gone by before he felt confident enough to give his answer to Moshe.

“Here is what I think,” Percy announced, hands folded behind his back. Cassidy translated for him. “This particular passage is read at the yearly coronation of God–a moment at which one reasonably is meant to assert the absolute subjugation of humanity to higher authority–as a cautionary tale against locking onesself in a tower.”

Cassidy faltered in their translation, and spoke hastily in order to catch up. Percy continued:

“Abraham’s unquestioning devotion to God as king leads him to the brink of catastrophe–killing one’s own child is the most heartless crime one can commit. What sort of subject nods agreeably to his king and raises the knife to slaughter his child? Not a subject, but a slave. Not a proper human being, either, but a detached scholar, whose favorite child is theology.” Percy took a breath. “Therefore, I suggest that this tale is read at the new year as a caveat to the coronation; God is king, but a human being ought to revolt here and there.”

Moshe smiled slightly when Percy had finished.

“No outside citations?” he asked.

Percy continued to stand with his arms formally behind his back.

“I plead illiteracy,” he said. “Apologies for the home-grown philosophy.”

Moshe nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “Pass.”

The exam had attracted a small crowd of students who wanted to delay going back to their studies after dinner. They made an uproar as Moshe took out the key to let Percy, Gawain, Cassidy, and John up to the next floor. Gawain had slept through Percy’s speech; carefully, John lifted him from the bench and carried him to the door. 

Cassidy said something to Moshe that had the boy pushing them bodily through the open door. Percy followed after, then John with Gawain.

“You did great,” Cassidy said, ruffling Percy’s hair as they climbed the steps. “A man after my own heart; I have a midrash you should read, it’s a great piece that puts Hagar in contrast with Abraham…”

The following floors took all night. After the initial surprise of the first two floor masters, the others had apparently gotten organized. John didn’t like their common decision. Each floor insisted that Percy had to test for all of them rather than Cassidy. It didn’t make much sense to John. Cassidy explained that the kids would probably all be in trouble with the rabbi later, but since Percy had managed to pass the second floor as a non-Jew without any background in the language or philosophy, now the other floor masters were curious to see how far he’d make it.

“If Percy is allowed to represent all of us, you should be, too.”

“Yes,” Cassidy said. They talked over Percy’s bent head. It was nearly midnight, and he was studying the Tanakh yet again. “You weren’t privy to all the nasty things I’ve been saying about these brats’ mothers, but they won’t budge. We could sneak up through the back stair, obviously, but I don’t like that idea, even as a last resort. Some things shouldn’t be violated.”

John was almost too tired to recognize the fleeting scrap of sincerity, but he did catch it before it was buried under more bullshit. Cassidy chattered on, Gawain slept on, and Percy studied on.

Percy had to give up on the seventh floor. The floor master failed him twice, he burst into hysterical laughter, and he stalked off into the bookshelves. John carried Gawain over to check on him, and found Percy asleep on the floor. That settled it. John lay Gawain down next to his brother and went back over to Cassidy.

“Asleep,” John said.

“Good idea,” Cassidy said. They groaned as they got up from the bench, their back popping. “I’ll ask around for some blankets, go ahead and join them.”

“Adults and children should sleep separately,” John said.

“Sure, in ideal circumstances, when the moon is full, no one wants children underfoot,” Cassidy said. “But John, I thought you’d turned me down.”

It was nearing four in the morning and John’s patience had frayed to nothing. Without acknowledging Cassidy had said anything, John set himself up in the middle of the study area, behind the table where Percy’s books were still sitting open. There was an armchair and ottoman, which he claimed. Cassidy wandered off, and returned a few minutes later with their arms full of bedding. John closed his eyes.

John opened his eyes at the sound of Cassidy sitting down on the floor beside him. There was another chair on the other side of the room they could have used. John was suddenly plenty awake. He sat upright.

“Oh, you’re still up,” Cassidy said. They stretched with their arms over their head, catlike. “You know…I really can’t pin you down. You like to wave a knife around, you don’t like jokes, you don’t like stories, but you love kids. Is it all kids, or just these ones?” John’s horror must have been written on his face, because they said, “Ooh, that’s a scary look. Really, though. I didn’t think you were ever gonna put Gawain down. Do you have kids running around somewhere? Give me something, John, one personal detail.”

John grit his teeth. He lay back in the chair and turned his face away. He wouldn’t be able to sleep with Cassidy there. He’d be listening out all night. Annoying.

“I’m surprised you’re letting them out of your sight. You’re so protective. You and Gawain are two matching knights-errant.”

“I am protecting them,” John said. They were safe here. He was protecting Percy and Gawain from the uncertainty he’d felt a hundred times when the older boys working temporarily during the harvest sat next to him or followed him to the stream. Why make the boys wonder when they could be sure?

“Cause you love kids.”

“I don’t,” John said. “They have nothing to do with me.”

“Please, John, let me find something cute about you.”

John turned his head back to look at them.

“I liked Percy’s answer. On the second floor,” he said. “I wouldn’t have answered like that.”

“Yeah?” said Cassidy.

“He has faith in people,” John said.

“So, how would you have answered? Binding of Isaac and Rosh Hashanah, what’s the link?”

“The angel comes down and stops him,” John said. “It’s a warning. God is watching. Good way to start the new year.”

Cassidy’s smile faltered, but only slightly.

“Do you relate to Abraham?” Cassidy asked. They mimed stabbing down with a knife. John supposed they would think of him that way. It had been just about twenty-four hours ago that John had descended, exhausted, onto their boat and put a knife to them. Then their expression changed, their eyes a little too piercing. “Or Isaac?”

“Anyone can be anyone,” John snapped. “Go to bed. Over there.”

John felt relieved, and surprised, when they listened to him.

“Night, John,” they said, and settled into the chair on the other side of the library.

23.9 || 23.11

[kittenshift-17]

"Absolutely not," Stiles declared as Derek navigated the Camaro through one of the rougher suburbs of Beacon Hills - one where Stiles knew the local police force spent a disproportionately large amount of time responding to callouts.

"You haven't even seen it," Derek grumbled.

"And I don’t need to. I don't have a death wish. It won't happen in this suburb if you ever want me to visit your little wolf den. Turn around and head to the next one."

"But it's a warehouse I can refurbish into apartments and fit the whole pack into without us living on top of each other," Derek tried.

"No chance."

"You're being unreasonable."

"I'm being realistic. I'd be safer in that rotting train car than driving into this neighborhood. I'm the Sheriff's kid, dude. I'd be stabbed in retribution for any number of arrests Dad's had to perform down here within a week."

Derek growled at the thought, guided the car into a wide U-turn, and drove them back across town toward the school.

"Are they all in dangerous neighborhoods?" Stiles asked when Derek pulled up in front of a different location near the local addiction treatment facility.

"Did you miss the part where I said I'm harboring a fugitive and two runaways?" Derek deadpanned, annoyance trickling through the bond they shared. "And how the Argents are actively hunting me to seek retribution for Kate's death? Driving around town is dangerous enough. I can't just move into a nice apartment by the pre-school."

"You literally could. It would be safer. Gerard won't attack you if there's a chance human kids will be injured in the process."

Derek shot Stiles a look that suggested he was dumber than a rock if he believed that.

"No, I'm serious," Stiles insisted. "Something in a polite neighborhood where it would be harder for them to cover up if they just open fire on you or try to set your place on fire again or something..."

"It wouldn't stop Gerard," Derek disagreed. "And again, the fugitive thing. If there’s one thing humans are good at, it’s keeping a watchful eye out if their kids are nearby. Someone would notice Isaac in a heartbeat if we lived somewhere safe and family-oriented."

"We need to get Isaac's name cleared," Stiles sighed, slumping a little in his seat. "Even if he is a dick."

Amusement trickled through their bond, and Derek shot him a look across the center console.

"I have no idea why you hate him. What’s he ever done to you?”

"He's a smug asshole. As soon as he was bitten and had all that fancy werewolf strength, he started lashing out at other people and using his newfound power for evil.”

"For evil?” Derek scoffed. “You mean when he ran away from his abusive father so he wouldn't be beaten and locked in a freezer for the hundredth time? You think the kid who was orphaned and wrongfully accused of murder a few days after becoming a werewolf is somehow evil?"

Stiles glared at him.

"I mean, when he and your other little psychotic puppies started hunting my friend, it was evil behavior - which, dude, what the hell is wrong with you that you picked an abuse victim, an epileptic, and the biggest loser in school to be in your pack? The point is, that asshole went from a cowering, timid wallflower to rocking a leather jacket - and really, with the leather jackets? Really, Derek? - and he turned into a psycho, scratching up lockers and hunting my friend with the intention of killing her. Classic disempowered little bitch turns into an ultra-douche the second he has a speck of power."

Derek shot him an annoyed look across the console. "I told them all to hunt Lydia."

"Because you're also an ultra-douche," Stiles argued.

"The worst thing Isaac has done with his newfound strength has been to scratch up a couple of lockers. He’s not evil."

"He tried to eat me."

"No, he snarled at you," Derek corrected passive-aggressively, downplaying Stiles’s trauma like an asshole.

"Um, let’s review, shall we? Newly bitten werewolf. First full moon. Lunging and snarling at Stiles in an enclosed space. He would've attacked me and probably ripped my throat out and eaten my gizzard if you hadn't gone all alpha on his ass."

"Your gizzard? Really?"

"Which was also more evidence of your ultra douchiness. "I'm the alpha."”, Stiles mocked, mimicking the voice Derek had used that night. “Like. Dude. So douchey."

Derek smirked meanly, amusement and danger trickling down the bond between them instead of annoyance, and Stiles fought the urge to gulp, suddenly a little nervous.

"You do know I could smell your reaction to me doing that that night. Right?"

"I don't know what you're implying," Stiles huffed, looking away from Derek’s blood-thirsty expression quickly, his cheeks flooding red at the knowing gleam in Derek's eyes.

"Arousal has a very particular scent," Derek replied smugly before jerking the car wheel as he took them around a corner way too quickly because he'd been too busy looking at Stiles to see it coming up.

The rear end spun out a little, tires skidding on the gravel scattered on the tarmac, and Stiles grunted when Derek's palm slammed into his sternum, the werewolf using the other hand to guide the car through a series of fishtails while he pinned Stiles in place.

When he’d guided it back under control, Stiles looked over at him before glancing meaningfully down at the hand still on his chest.

"You totally just soccer-mummed me," Stiles said dryly.

Derek ignored him because right at that moment, red and blue lights began to flash, and the police siren gave a little whoop of warning, a police cruiser making a quick u-turn to follow them.

"Oh no," Stiles breathed, twisting to see it was his dad’s cruiser on their tail.

"Frigging police," Derek growled, but he guided the car to the nearest safe shoulder and waited.

"He's gonna kill me," Stiles breathed, horrified at being caught out so late at night with a guy his dad definitely considered to be bad news. “I’m supposed to be in bed. It’s a school night. Oh, my god, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to lose his mind when he sees I’m riding around with you, Mr. Recently-Wanted-for-Murder.”

"Yeah, thanks for that," Derek said dryly.

"He's probably gonna shoot you," Stiles panicked, hands flailing as he twisted back around, wondering what chance he had of legging it out of sight without being spotted or chased if he were to bail out the door and make a run for it.

"I'll heal."

"He still thinks you're a person of interest. He’s totally gonna shoot you for having me out after curfew, you, a wanted murderer."

"I was exonerated."

Derek was stoic as he fished his license and registration from their hiding places, and Stiles tried not to hyperventilate, especially since Derek seemed bored, but the bond was telling him he was nervous meeting his new packmate's father. Even though they'd met before. Multiple times when Derek had been questioned and arrested.

"Derek Hale," Sheriff Noah Stilinski said gruffly when he walked up to the window and peered inside. "You want to explain to me why you're driving recklessly.... Stiles?"

Stiles squinted into the torchlight his dad shone through the window and crouched a little to see who was riding shotgun.

"Hi, Dad," Stiles tried to smile. "Uhhh, fancy seeing you here. H-how’re you doing?"

Noah squinted at him, clearly frustrated.

"Hale, you want to explain to me why my teenage son is in your passenger seat?" Noah demanded, his voice taking on a protective edge.

"It's not whatever you're thinking, Dad," Stiles rushed to say before Derek could answer. "I told you Derek was a... friend? We're just hanging out. Running out for pizza?"

"Stiles is helping me determine decent neighbourhoods in Beacon Hills to live with his extensive knowledge of crime laden suburbs," Derek spoke over Stiles.

"At one o'clock in the morning?"

"Is it that late?" Stiles spluttered. "Shit. We lost track of time."

"Don't you raid until midnight on Thursdays?" His dad demanded, his eyes accusing. "Get out of this damn car right now."

"I can take him home," Derek offered.

"You just got pulled over for reckless driving."

"It was my fault. I was distracting him, Dad," Stiles piped up, not moving except to lean more into Derek’s personal space so he could shoot pleading looks at his dad to just let them go and stop making Stiles’s life so awful.

Noah's eyes narrowed, and Stile’s brow furrowed when alarm and frustration shot through the bond as Noah lowered the torch to Derek's lap. Embarrassment trickled in from Derek at the movement. Stiles blinked, confused, before understanding lit that Noah thought the distraction Derek had been enduring was receiving a blowjob while driving.

"Oh my god, not that kind of a distraction! We're not... he's not... and he's... oh my god! Dad!"

"Out of the car. Both of you," Noah growled.

"Oh my god, he's gonna kill us," Stiles breathed to Derek when Noah stepped back and opened Derek's door.

"Stop panicking and stop lying to him and it will be fine."

Stiles scrambled out of the car, panic radiating through his limbs and swamping their bond. Derek got out more sedately, trying to be respectful but also trying to avoid the retinal glare from the lights the Sheriff kept pointing at him.

"Have you been drinking tonight, Hale?"

"Oh my god, Dad. Stop."

"No, sir," Derek said.

"Taken any drugs?"

"No, sir."

"Dad, he's not a delinquent. We’re just driving around…"

"Stiles, shut up and get in my cruiser."

“Oh, c’mon,” Stiles whined, embarrassed that his dad was being such a stiff. “We didn’t even do anything bad. You’re being so uncool right now.”

"It's fine, Stiles," Derek nodded at him when Stiles stubbornly didn't move.

"Dad, you're being a jerk. We were just talking," Stiles argued, ignoring the alpha’s words. "And we really are driving around looking at real estate. Derek's family home burned down; maybe you remember? He needs somewhere to live that isn't a dump."

Noah narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"No one looks at real estate at one in the morning, Stiles. It’s too dark to see anything, and everyone reasonable is asleep."

"We look at real estate at one in the morning. See? Here we are, looking at real estate," Stiles pointed out, spreading his arms widely and inviting Noah to look.

"Do you want to be grounded?" His dad appealed, voice steely. "Because unless you do, I suggest you get your ass into my cruiser before I arrest you for being a public nuisance."

Stiles spluttered, his hands fluttering uselessly while he looked at Derek. Derek, who was calm with only his usual underlying anger and mild frustration seeping through their bond.

"Go," he encouraged. "We're okay here. Right, Sheriff?"

Noah eyeballed him, but he nodded. Stiles gulped, glancing at Derek and his dad before ceding defeat and stumbling over to the car. He kept the passenger door open to try and hear what they said, leaning on the frame and not even sitting in the seat properly. Derek shot him a look, and Noah did the same before the Sheriff turned his full attention to Derek.

"Explain why my son is in your car at one in the morning," he demanded.

"As he said, we're looking at neighborhoods where I might be able to find a house. Sir."

"At this time of night?"

Derek shrugged.

"He's only seventeen," Noah said darkly, his expression implying a lot of things Derek wasn't expecting anyone to ever imply about him and Stiles.

"I know that."

"What are you? Twenty-five?"

"Twenty."

Noah's expression flashed with surprise before his brow furrowed heavily.

"Well, that’s slightly less alarming, but you’re still too old for him."

"We're not... We're just friends," Derek lied because it was impossible to be just friends when you were bonded packmates, but he couldn't explain that to a human.

"Just friends? You'd have me believe you're riding around with him at one in the morning because you're just friends?"

“Isn’t that what teenage boys do with their friends?” Derek appealed knowingly because it’s what he’d done with his friends when he’d been a teenager.

The Sheriff scowled at him.

“You’re not a teenager. If you’re carrying on some kind of romantic relationship with my son, I’d suggest you tell me now, Hale.”

"If I was carrying on a romantic relationship with him, by one o’clock in the morning, we wouldn't be wasting time driving around town and possibly running into the cops," Derek answered, well aware of the taunt the answer offered but unable to resist. "If we were doing any of the things your line of questioning implies, Stiles would be passed out in my bed right now... Respectfully, sir."

Noah's eyes bugged for a moment, his jaw working furiously and his hand twitching for his gun before he balled it into a fist.

"How did you even meet Stiles?" Noah scowled, looking the same sort of frustrated he often looked when dealing with Stiles’s roundabout way of bamboozling him and otherwise antagonizing him.

"He kept trespassing on private property when I was looking for my sister before she was found dead."

"He and Scott accused you of murdering your sister. And of several other murders. How are you possibly friends with him?"

Derek furrowed his intense eyebrows and looked in Stiles’s direction.

"I'm sure you know better than anyone that Stiles has a tendency to take care of other people," Derek answered truthfully since it was something he'd noticed despite all the sarcasm and spastic flailing. "Particularly when it comes to those falling into destructive habits to cope with overwhelming grief. He refuses to let me process my grief over my sister's death alone..."

Noah's stiff posture loosened with a defeated brand of knowing all too well.

"He's a good kid like that," he said softly. "Controlling little shit probably wouldn't have let you have alcohol or drugs before driving him anyway.... so why were you swerving?"

Derek looked away from Stiles, who was flooding the bond with curiosity and anxiety where he strained against the door, trying to hear what they were saying, and back to the Sheriff.

"Stiles was trying to lecture me about what constitutes a safe and acceptable neighborhood to move into. Very… uh… animatedly."

“He flailed and smacked you on accident, didn't he?" Noah sighed, the tension bleeding from his limbs like he knew his son all too well.

Derek’s lips twitched a little.

“Am I still going to be arrested?”

Noah shook his head. 

“No,” he sighed. “Go home, son. It’s late. Get some sleep. You can worry about realty when the sun’s up.”

Derek nodded, stepping back towards the car. He could feel Stiles’s anxiety spiking, could hear his heart rabbiting where he stood, still straining against the door.

“I can take him home,” Derek offered, unwilling to part with his packmate.

“You really think I trust that the two of you would go straight home?” Noah raised an eyebrow.

No, Derek knew he wouldn’t, and he was right to doubt because he had no intention of taking Stiles home if he was allowed to drive off with him. Fishing his phone from his pocket, Derek texted Stiles to unlock his window before shoving it back in his pocket, getting in the car, and driving away.

Stiles watched him go, frowning as his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Really?” Stiles asked hostilely of his dad when the Sheriff walked back to the car and got in.

“Did you think I’d let you leave with him?” Noah smirked.

“Dad, you embarrassed the hell out of me just now.”

“I’d be more worried about how you’re grounded than how embarrassed you are.”

“What? You said if I got in the cruiser, I wouldn’t be!”

“I also said if you didn’t do it, I’d arrest you,” Noah argued. “So be grateful you’re just grounded.”

“This is so unfair!”

“Well, I think it’s unfair that I place trust in my son to be a certain place, only to find out he’s defied my rules and instead is being driven all over town at one in the morning by a known fugitive!”

“If he was still a fugitive, you’d have arrested him,” Stiles argued. “Derek was exonerated. And we were literally just driving around. How is this even remotely fair?”

“How do you even know him?”

“Ummmm,” Stiles flailed. “I don’t know from around. He’s… and he’s… we… he’s only a couple of years older than me, you know. He used to go to my school, like, when I was young – after the fire, he and his sister left town… and I dunno, Dad. He’s… she was all he had, you know? And she got killed. And now he’s alone….”

A deep and abiding sadness filled him at the thought of what it must be like for Derek, knowing that he was, in fact, the last surviving member of his family. Stiles had known, but not really given it too much thought before now, but Derek was the last Hale. With Peter killed and Laura gone, Derek was the last. Stiles’s heart ached for him at the thought because he knew firsthand the pain of losing a family member.

It'd damn near killed Stiles when his mother had passed away, and she was just one person. Derek had lost everyone. His mum and his dad. His siblings. His aunts and uncles. Cousin. They were all gone. And if they’d been Pack – if they’d shared the kind of intimate pack bond like the one that’d formed between Stiles and Derek that night in the pool…

Stiles's eyes prickled with tears.

He could feel everything Derek felt and sense him all the time. He couldn’t imagine going back to not being able to feel him; he couldn’t imagine how awful it must feel to have a bond like that break, to feel it shatter, leaving a tattered, broken link behind that led to nowhere. Oh, god, Stiles needed to hug Derek so hard.

“He’s got no one, Dad,” Stiles croaked to his father, eyes still prickling with tears. “He’s barely that much older than me, and his entire family is dead. I can’t just… he shouldn’t be alone.”

Noah’s stoic expression melted into one of empathy and sadness and a little pity with a whole lot of knowing and understanding behind it.

“You’re a good kid to be looking out for him, even after getting off to a rocky start,” he said quietly, reaching over to give Stiles’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “But you’re supposed to be home in bed, Stiles. It’s still a school night.”

Stiles sighed, his shoulders sagging.

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat and clipping his seatbelt before peering out the window.

Noah did the same before starting the car and driving toward their home.

“You’d tell me if there was anything… romantic… going on in your life, right?” Noah asked when they were halfway there.

“Oh my god, Dad. I’m not sleeping with Derek.”

Noah looked sideways at him, his expression doubtful. Stiles squirmed in his seat, mortified.

“I’m not,” he insisted. “I don’t think Derek’s into guys. And I still have a crush on Lydia.”

Noah quirked an eyebrow. “Based on what he said to me, I’m pretty sure he’s open to the idea of being with a guy. And that guy had better not be my underage son.”

“Okay, first of all, I’ll be eighteen in like, two months,” Stiles grumbled. “And second, what?! What did he say to you? Oh my god, you talked to him about the idea of sleeping with me? Are you insane?”

“Let’s just say he was pretty clear on what the two of you would be up to right now if you were a couple, and it wouldn’t be driving around at this time of night.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles groaned, putting his hands over his face in horror. “No, no, no, no, no. You asked Derek Hale if he’s having sex with me?”

“He implied that you would be, were you an item.”

“Okay, wait, so he denied we’re item by telling you he’d have been screwing my brains out if we were together?”

“Stiles, do you know what phrases I never, ever want to hear in reference to you?”

“We’re sorry to inform you that your son has been arrested?” Stiles guessed.

Noah smacked him upside the back of the head for being a smartass.

“You’re underage,” Noah reminded him. “So I don’t want to hear phrases like ‘screwing my brains out,’ are we clear?”

“Oh my god, it sounds horrible when you say it,” Stiles blanched, gagging a little.

“Right back at you, kid. Now, get the hell out of my car and get to bed. If I catch you out after curfew again, I’m taking away all of your electronics.”

“I need my electronics for school.”

“Nice try, but I went through the schooling system without them just fine, and you can too.”

“Oh my god, Dad, you’re not supposed to self-burn about how geriatric you are, dude.”

“Bed!” Noah snapped. “Now!”

“Alright, alright,” Stiles complained, throwing open the door in the driveway. “I’m going. Geez.”

“Go to sleep,” Noah said. “Wait, are you in your pajamas?”

“Yeah.”

“You went riding around in your pajamas with this Hale kid?”

“Yeah?”

“And I’m supposed to believe you’re not dating.”

“Would I go on a date in my pajamas?”

“There’s no accounting for your sense of style, son.”

“You taught me everything I know,” Stiles argued, grinning.

“Bed,” Noah sighed. “I’ll see you in the morning, kid. And don’t forget, you’re grounded.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You definitely are.”

“Unfair.”

“We had a deal, you broke it. Grounded.”

Stiles rolled his eyes because his dad wasn’t off shift often enough to enforce any kind of grounding anyway.

“Whatever you say, old man,” he sighed. “Night, Dad.”

“Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too. Even if you did embarrass the hell out of me.”

“I think you mean that I complimented you. It’s a compliment to believe someone like you could land a good-looking guy like Hale.”

“And I hate you,” Stiles groaned.

Noah laughed as he backed the cruiser out of the drive, waving to Stiles as he drove off down the street. Stiles grumbled to himself on his way up the porch, fishing his house keys from the pocket of his hoodie and unlocking it before making his way up to his room.

“Oh my god! Really?” Stiles demanded when he walked into his bedroom and found Derek already there, sprawled on the bed like he’d never left.

“We left the window open,” Derek smiled at him.

Stiles threw up his hands in defeat and crossed to his computer to shut it down for the night before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

“Bedtime?” Derek guessed when Stiles turned off several of the lights as he returned to his room, teeth scrubbed and breath minty.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighed. “I do technically have school in the morning.”

Derek nodded slowly, watching Stiles cross the room and fuss about a bit more, preparing for bed.

“Are you okay?” he checked quietly. “You got really sad while you were talking with him.”

Stiles hesitated, looking over at Derek for a long minute, wondering if he should tell him the truth. He knew the wolf would be able to hear from his heartbeat that he was lying and probably sense the deception through their pack bond, but he also knew it would totally bring the vibe down if he told Derek he’d gotten sad thinking about how awful his life was.

“I’m okay,” he said.

“Did he yell at you?” Derek pressed, his brow furrowing with concern.

“Nah,” Stiles shook his head. “Though I’m supposedly grounded now.”

He crossed to the bed and peeled open the covers before sliding between the sheets.

“Hard to enforce when he’s never home,” Derek observed, and Stiles nodded.

“Are you sleeping over?” he changed the subject with all the subtlety of a brick to the face.

Derek lifted one eyebrow at him. “Do you want me to?”

“You can if you want,” Stiles shrugged. “Whatever little nest you’ve made for yourself in that deathtrap at the abandoned train station can’t be that comfortable…”

Derek growled at him, but he didn’t deny the accusation. Stiles wondered if the wolf would join him in bed or see himself out. He could never pick it with Derek because, logically, the werewolf should be more than sick of him by now and itching to get away, but ever since the pack bond had formed between them, he’d done almost a completed one-eighty on how he interacted with Stiles. Now, he actively sought him out, fed him pizza, and casually initiated contact between them when, before, he could barely stand to be in the same room as Stiles without wanting to rip his throat out.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in,” Derek said eventually, and there was a longing sort of bitterness to the words.

Stiles rolled his eyes and pointed to the chest of drawers across the rooms.

“Second drawer,” he said since it wasn’t like this was the first time Derek had borrowed his things.

Fond amusement tickled his mind at the recollection of their earliest interactions when the cranky werewolf had been forced into trying on one of Stiles’s stripey blue and orange t-shirts at least two sizes too small for his powerfully muscled frame.

“They’re not going to fit me,” Derek grumbled, though he went where he was pointed anyway.

“The pants will,” Stiles chuckled. “Just ditch the shirt if you can’t find one that fits.”

He put both hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling while Derek shucked off his jeans and pulled on a soft pair of flannel pajama pants with dancing, smiling sushi rolls all over them.

“Do you own anything that doesn’t have ridiculous patterns, colors, or saying on them?” Derek asked mildly when he crossed back to the edge of the bed, shirtless, and put his hands on his hips.

Stiles sniggered.

“Probably only a few pairs of trousers,” he shrugged, shuffling across the mattress to make room for the older boy and subtly admire the languid grace of Derek as he folded himself between the sheets beside Stiles, making himself comfortable.

“Ridiculous,” Derek huffed, but there was fondness and a little amusement simmering in the bond between them alongside his ever-present anger.

“Can you get the light?” Stiles murmured since he couldn’t reach it anymore.

Derek switched it off, plunging the room into darkness. Stiles sighed sleepily, his eyes sliding closed as tiredness swamped him. Beside him, Derek shuffled a little, burrowing around and making himself comfortable in the space beside Stiles, though Stiles could sense a niggling sense of craving something trickling through the bond they shared.

“You’re gonna keep wriggling until you’re touching me, aren’t you?” he guessed, and Derek huffed, but there was a prickle of guilt coming from him.

“I don’t have to.”

Stiles smiled a little and rolled onto his side, facing away from his bond mate.

“I’m the little spoon,” he declared.

Amusement and a little buzz of happiness reached him when Derek reached across the gap between them, shuffling closer and pulling Stiles back toward himself until they met in the middle of the bed, Derek's warm, powerful body spooning around Stiles’s. His arm snaked down over his hip, curling against his belly and chest, holding him snugly while he tucked his knees into the backs of Stiles’s and pressed right up against his back and his ass. His free arm slid under Stiles’s neck and across the mattress before Derek slowly relaxed into him, sighing contentedly.

“Such a wolf,” Stiles murmured. “Surprised you didn’t have to turn in circles on the mattress before you laid down.”

He bleated in protest when Derek nipped his shoulder in reproach, but the alpha werewolf had no more words for him tonight, and despite how unusual it was to be sharing his bed and being cuddled by anyone while he slept, the warmth of Derek pressed up against him and the contentment pouring through their bond lulled Stiles to sleep within minutes.

"Soooo... what are we gonna do if he doesn't go away?" Stiles asked softly after spitting out the pool water that’d seeped past his lips.

They both knew what he was talking about. Derek was completely paralysed, and the dead weight of the werewolf was weighing him down. They could both feel Stiles’s strength beginning to wane after two hours of treading water.

"Risk whatever he's gonna do to us if we swim to the edge?" Derek suggested, and Stiles could tell from the look on his face that the werewolf knew that way led a gory, blood-soaked death.

"Think I'd rather drown than be gutted," he muttered.

Derek didn't say anything to that, but he didn't really have to. After two hours of this, Derek had accepted that any minute now, he would drown. He didn't trust humans, especially not Stiles, and he'd been waiting for Stiles to make the decision to save himself. To throw Derek's arm off himself and swim for the edge. To let him sink and leave him to die.

He hadn't yet, and Derek didn't know why, other than the fear of the kanima outweighing his fear of drowning.

"Maybe he'll go away," Derek suggested. "I'm pretty sure someone's controlling him."

"Controlling him to keep us in the pool?" Stiles frowned.

"He's clearly after one of us," Derek shrugged.

"Probably you after all the times you've hunted him."

Derek agreed, though he didn't say so.

"If that's the case, he'll probably let you leave," he pointed out quietly. "You... you can let me go, you know."

Stiles twisted his head to gape at him in confusion.

"You'll drown."

"Yeah, but you won't," Derek answered seriously. "I know you're tired. If you wait any longer, you won't have the strength to swim to the edge and climb out."

Stiles gave him an indecipherable look, the skin around his eyes tightening.

"You don't have to drown with me," Derek murmured quietly because he was certain they both would if Stiles didn't let him go.

"We don't know for certain that it's after you," Stiles replied evenly, looking away from him before he began kicking a little harder and using the arm not holding Derek up to begin dragging them both through the water toward the shallower end.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to drown," Stiles huffed.

Derek knew he was flagging. He could feel the way the younger man's muscles trembled with every circle of limbs designed to keep them afloat. Stiles kept swimming while the kanima circled the pool edge, hissing and flicking his creepy serpentine tail. Despite the lizard skin, he reminded Derek of a cat eyeing a bird it wanted to hunt but couldn't reach.

"The pool is still too deep at the other end for you to touch the bottom," Derek pointed out.

"The disability access steps aren't," Stiles grunted and Derek's eyes widened, remembering the school had installed a special staircase into the water that would allow those who couldn't use the ladder to still swim.

"He'll be able to reach with his claws," Derek warned.

"Not if I stay right at the edge of them. I should be able to stand up there."

He kept struggling, panting heavily and almost dropping them both under the water several times. Derek hated being so helpless, his limbs completely numb.

"You don't have to save me, Stiles," he tried again.

"Dude, you only got cut and fell into the pool in the first place because you were trying to push me out of the way when he came at us," Stiles disagreed. "I know you're fast enough to outrun that thing. You could have legged it like Erica did. But you didn't. I'm not gonna let you die for me."

The logic floored Derek.

Like, yeah, he had been trying to save Stiles, but he was bigger and stronger and faster, and the creature probably wasn't after the sarcastic teenager.

"Made it," Stiles grunted in relief, and Derek felt it when he got his feet under him on the solid steps and was no longer straining to tread water.

The creature snarled, swiping at them and it hissed and skittering away when it got wet again.

"It's definitely afraid of the water."

Derek nodded in agreement as Stiles adjusted his grip on him, unfurling Derek's arm from around his shoulders and turning his body to put both arms around his waist, Derek's back to his chest.

He leaned back against the bollard in the middle of the step, installed to ensure no one in a wheelchair using the steps accidentally rolled into the spot that would be too deep. On the step, the water barely cleared Stiles's stomach when he stood at full height - the perfect depth for someone in a chair to keep their head above water. But to keep out of reach of the creature, they had to stay as submerged as possible.

Derek ended up practically in Stiles lap, the boy using his own thighs to help keep Derek’s head above water, arranging his legs to balance the back of his thighs over Stiles’s knees. The alpha wolf inside his soul hated the position, so utterly vulnerable with Stiles at his back, his warm breath huffing at the side of his neck and cheek, over the top of his shoulder. His arms around his waist, supporting him.

"Thank you," he forced himself to say while Stiles panted tiredly, his forehead leaning against the back of Derek's head. "For not letting me drown."

"Yeah, well, you didn't let that thing gut me," Stiles muttered. "And you saved me when Isaac wanted to eat me on his first full moon."

They fell silent after that, Stiles still panting a little from the exertion - he was going to be sore in the coming days after the strain on his muscles, Derek was sure of it. The creature came back a few times, never getting close enough to the water's edge to reach them again, before eventually, it disappeared.

"He's gone," Derek said quietly, and Stiles jolted against his back, having almost dozed off.

"You sure? He could be hiding to try and lure us out."

Derek listened for the creature's heartbeat, but only the steady thump of his own and Stiles’s met his ears.

"We're alone," Derek confirmed.

"Oh, thank God. I'm freezing."

He stirred beneath Derek, beginning to drag him up the stairs to get them both out of the water.

"I think some feeling is coming back," Derek confided when Stiles had him on dry land.

"Of course it is," Stiles huffed. "Perfect timing."

Derek managed to drag himself into a sitting position right as another heartbeat reached his ears followed by the drum of rapid footsteps. He whipped his head around, looking for the source, only to see Scott running into view.

"Stiles! Derek!" Scott yelled.

"More perfect timing," Stiles muttered bitterly. "You couldn't have shown up an hour ago, Scott?"

Derek huffed as well because it was annoying that Scott, Erica, Isaac, and Boyd had all left them here. They could have died.

Stiles looked over at Derek when Scott hauled him onto his feet. Derek met his gaze, his legs still weak.

Stiles had protected him. This mouthy, sarcastic spazz had been willing to drown for him, to die with him rather than leaving him alone to save himself.

Derek couldn't remember the last time anyone had shown him that kind of loyalty. Maybe Laura? Maybe his parents? All of them wolves, all with blood ties to him. And yet here was this stubborn, smart ass human who annoyed Derek more than anyone else he'd ever met, and he'd saved him. He'd shown more loyalty than his pack members had.

The bond snapped into place with a crack like lightning, zinging through his cells, his blood, his soul, and Derek grunted at the sting. Stiles jumped like he'd had a fright, and Scott tensed nervously as the scent of ozone and lightning flooded the space between them. Emotion poured through, heat searing along the pathway linking the two of them. Confusion. Curiosity. Worry. Anxiety. Exhaustion. All of it sizzled into him, and Derek had to close his eyes, taking a controlled breath.

"What just happened?" Scott confirmed, sniffing worriedly.

Stiles was rubbing his chest where the bond originated, his eyes fixed on Derek, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something but had no words.

Derek met his gaze steadily, knowing firsthand how overwhelming a pack bond could be when it formed, even for a wolf. For a human, it had to be like being electrocuted, burned alive, and drowned all at the same time. The linking of souls, or mind, or emotions all designed to attune a packmate to another, designed to protect, to connect, to irrevocably link.

"Is... is this... a wolf thing?" Stiles asked and Derek was certain his own resignation, gratitude, confusion, and ever-present underlying anger were all flooding down the bond to Stiles in return.

"What?" Scott asked. "What happened?"

"A pack bond," Derek confirmed quietly, not daring to tell either of them that the last time he'd shared a pack bond with anyone, it'd been Laura. His family. He hadn't bonded with the wolves he'd bitten, and his bond to Peter had been burned out of him like everything else during the fire.

Something unknotted in Derek's belly when Stiles stumbled across the space between the two of them.

"What's a pack bond?" Scott asked dumbly because the boy was an idiot who kept rejecting everything wolfish instead of learning about what he'd become.

Stiles gripped Derek's waist, clinging to him, pushing into his space, and Derek managed to get his arm up, gripping the back of Stiles’s neck in return. He pulled Stiles in by it, burying his nose in Stiles’s hair and breathing in the scent of him, like caramel and sunshine, and the medicinal tang of his Adderall all currently overlaid with the stink of chlorine from the pool.

"Stiles? What's happening? What is this? I thought you two hated each other?" Scott asked, bewildered.

Derek didn't bother explaining it to him, just clung to Stiles tighter and closed his eyes relishing in the complete overwhelm of having a pack bond again, his wolf howling with joy after so long on his own. Stiles burrowed into him, arms curling all the way around him while he buried his head in Derek's neck, clinging to him tightly, hugging him while he trembled.

It might’ve been completely unintentional, and Derek was certain that when the euphoria wore off, he'd resent being so intimately linked with the spastic human, but for now, he had a new pack bondmate, and for the first time in over a year, Derek felt at peace.

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Xx-Kitten

[g0atmama]

🐐 + stardew?

shoves Hestia over

Okay so. For Stardew Valley I have Hestia. Technically she's more for Expanded but it COUNTS.

So Hestia. She's a dragon. She's seriously traumatized. She's in her sixties but looks like early/mid twenties.

Hestia's mother, her father, her grandmother, and grandfather. They all died at the hands of humans, her mother by a mob of humans afraid for their village. They didn't even have any trained dragon knights or adventurers, they were just terrified and did what they could. But the dragon wasn't fighting back, trying to tell them she was no threat. They killed her and ripped scales off her body as trophies. All the while, two-day-old Hestia was hiding under the roots of a tree watching the savagery of humans.

Her father was a human. Adopted father, technically. He was a wizard, who found her and took her in. He taught her everything, to take human form, to fly, to fish. Everything. He took care of her, he used magic to keep himself spry enough to keep up with her in her sixties and his eighties. Then humans saw her. The grandchildren of the ones who killed her mother. They came to his tower. They'd seen her fly there. They mobbed him. They killed him for protecting the dragon. She was in the air, flying towards Pelican Town, when she felt his magic rush into her.

Humans are violent, she learned. Humans attack things they're afraid of, they kill without reason and without hesitation. To survive, she has to hide. She can't let them know what she is. That's what she's learned. She learned that, even if she trusts one, she can't trust all of them.

Magnus altered the memories of everyone in Pelican Town. He made them believe she was the granddaughter of the late farmer. As far as anyone knows, that farm is her birthright. She's still terrified at first. She doesn't really talk to anyone. She just does her work and talks as little as possible. Eventually comfortable enough around Marlon, trusting him as the leader of the guild. He is the second to know. Magnus is the first.

Then comes Lance, at the top of the volcano. It's a long time before she tells him. And she's terrified through every second of it. She knows he was trained by a dragon knight. Who knows what he was taught about dragons. Who knows what he would think, how he would react, to knowing dragons can take human form. But he doesn't hurt her. He trusts and loves her.

It's years before the whole town knows. It happens when monsters attack. It happens when Jaz is in danger, monsters coming from the forest. Jaz fallen over, screaming for help. The dragon rushes past all the adventurers. The dragon stands over the girl. The dragon protects her. How gentle she is with Jaz, gently nuzzling her and licking her tears away. How Lance comes, puts Jaz's hand on the dragon's nose. They can't be angry. They can't be scared. They know, they saw it.

The dragon protects them. The dragon won't hurt them.

Also Hestia is pescitarian. She literally cannot eat anything but fish. She can't digest anything but fish. I care Hestia so much she has so much trauma stuffed inside.

Oh and about her grandfather. Over in the Crimson Badlands, he had landed to eat. He was a species of dragon that eats monsters. So the Badlands was a veritable feast. All he was doing was eating monsters. But the Vanguard didn't know that. So they sent their best and bravest. Including Isaac. Who was the one to strike the killing blow, the one who got utterly soaked in dragon magic. The one who got to see the terror in the dragon's eye as it died.

Hestia came the next day, with Lance. Hestia sensed the dragon magic all over Isaac. Lance hadn't even known there was another dragon in the Badlands.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hi! I love your Ikemen vampire Hc's, and I wonder if you could make one about a Mc similar to Nezuko like... She has the bamboo and everything.

YES! Omg thank you for the ask I literally love you! So I had to do a little research on her, since I'm not too familiar with the character so I'm sorry if this is a bit off. I just tried to match her personality and wardrobe. Hope you like it!

Enjoy!~~

Ikevamp headcanons~ With a reader that is similar to Nezuko

Warning : None, except I haven't managed to watch Demon slayer, so I'm sorry if this is a bit off

Pronouns used: GN, generally just you, thought it can lean towards a more feminine version

Comte

our favorite rich baguette man

Now, he's been alive for many many year

He's seen a lot of things but this is new

when you stumble into the mansion he's supper confused

Is this a child? Nope, not a child. Why the bamboo mouth piece? Not human though, the eyes suggest otherwise

He's not Arthur, but he's observant

he's still very polite, but he's trying to figure out what you are

And then it dawns on him

like he's sipping his tea and his like

*Slams tea cup* ooh my...

He pulls you aside to talk about what you eat

after all he know, vampires drink blood, demons eat people

he's just about to ask you nicely to leave when you can for everyone safety

but

you say you don't eat human

???

Ok, well then

He happily welcomes you into the mansion

He finds your childish appearance rather endearing

thinks the mouthpiece is especially cute

BUT..guess what, one day when you go for a stroll you are ambushed by and upper rank demon

when he sees the after transformation

he's knocked off his feed

and when you whoop the other demons ass

congratulation you're stuck with him for eternity

"Who knew ma chèrie can be so powerful"

Leonardo

this sleepy man

he's like Comte almost, except he figures it out a little sooner

and then he straight up goes and asks if you plan on having any citizens for breakfast

You know he has a strict no drinking blood rule

so he takes this very seriously, as he's afraid it will cost a life whether turned or dead it doesn't matter

So when you say you don't do that he's like: great!

And never brings up the fact that you are a demon ever again

fist of all he loves the entire outfit

he really does

it's so different from his norm, he can't help but be curious and amazed

Now when he sees you in action, he just smirks and has this shit eating grin on his face the whole time

"My, my cara mia, you are so fierce"

either way, he loves you and is charmed by the fact that after everything, you are still rather human, you smile and cry and he's glad that you still have that

Isaac

was very curious about you from the get go, but just kind of watched you from affar

you seemed so small and sweet, like what could be wrong with someone like you

and the Comte told him

at first he was like:

???

and then was like:

!!!!!!!!!

and then he was confused again

why do people keep breaking physics and reality

like this should not be happening, but then again neither should time travel and vampires

now he has a lot of trouble controlling himself around human blood

so when he sees you handling it like a champ he's amazed by your willpower

and when he sees your demon form

apple boy might just bust a blood vessel looking at you

"My goodness y/n, that was...incredible, what else can you do?"

Very curious

Sweet boy

Arthur

so you know how Isaac is like watching from affar

not this mf

nope

you come through that door and he's already noticed a bunch of things and managed to deduce, that you are, despite the cute appearance, not human

and now he's interested

Pesters Comte about it until he gets and answer

when he finds out he just looks at you, and the back at Comte and then back at you

He's confused

he did not picture a demon to look like that

so now you have to explain everything to him

he;s in awe and after finding out he starts treating you with even more respect then before

does ask about your food, aka should he be prepared to cover up a murder

But you tell him it's not the case

when he sees you in all your glory when you got in a fight with another demon

floored

"By Jove, dove, I was not expecting that from someone as cute as you. But I must say, I was quite the pleasant surprise."

Get your mind out the gutTer-

Theodorus

mean mf

respectfully stop calling me a dog

is very scepticle

and when unsurprisingly you get along great with Vincent he's also a bit jelly

what he finds out your a demon his first reaction is

"BrOER-"

like he wants to protect Vincent and you both have to calm his ass down

you explain to him how you are not a threat

he only really believes you when you protect him and Vince from another demon

and when you tell them you did it because they feel like family to you he start falling for you

would not admit it but really likes your style

thinks the kimono with the asanoha is ✨artistic✨

"Don't be silly Hondje of course you didn't surprise me, I always knew you where a little street dog, always getting into fights"

sIR....

Vincent

sweet angel

since you're both caring sweet and cute you get along instantly

you end up telling his yourself

bc how could you not trust someone like him

and he never thinks any less of you

when you save him he's so much more amazed by you

doesn't even have to ask if you'd eat a person or no he just knows the answer

he asks if you want to talk about your transformation experience and offers to talk about his

really wants to paint you

actually sketched out a drawing of your demon form

"Look, don't you look beautiful here, would you mind helping me out while I paint this?'

Mozart

he's a little weirded out at first

I mean you look like a child

you stutter and sometimes speak muffled by the bamboo thing in your mouth

he thinks you have the brainpower of a child

but you are no child

so he just pretends he doesn't care and sneakily observes

when he finds out he's actually a little scared

he finds out about your eating habits or rather lack thereof from Comte

and then he calm down

when you save his ass is is amazed and humble

what and powerful being you are

once he's off his high horse he stats noticing things

like how even if you look small you are kind and actually rather adorable

"Oh well, i suppose I could let you listed, you look to cute meine liebe"

Napoleon

get ready to be instantly adopted

he's like: big brother mode activated

but as you get to know each other it stops being big brother mode and rather oh shit I have a crush on this curious being mode

He finds out bc you tell him, and while you're at it you also tell him you don't plan on using anyones bones as toothpicks when you're done with them

and he's like:

ok...can we cuddle now?

let's be real, he does not care

especially since you are not a danger to others

when you save him he's like

cute ANd powerful

a true queen

he fully respects you and thinks you are amazing

sometimes accidentally treats you like a child, but it's never with the intention of hurting you

he just thinks you're really cute with that pink kimono and mouthpiece

"Nunuche, don't play around now, it's time to go to bed."

Dazai

im sorry did someone order one sad writer?

someone give him a hug

he thinks you are the most fascinating little thing

the kimono and haori have him literally dead

he thinks it looks beautiful on you

though he first notices all the little things

like how you pay attention to others

how you sometimes stutter when you speak

and then he finds out you're a demon and he's like

nope not possible

so casually asks you

and you confirm it and now he's actually not as confused as he thought he's be

like now the eyes make sense

when you tell him about how you don't eat people he smiles at you

"I never though my Toshiko-san was capable of such an act in the first place

when he sees your demon form he blow away

he has a whole lot more of respect for you now

he thinks you truly are amazing

Jean

not sure he'd take the news well

like he hears demon and is like

imma just get the holly water, Comte i did not sign up for him

but this changes when you save him

he's floored, amazed and has so much respect for you now

he actually starts seeing you as a person and starts noticing things about you

he's still hesitant but he starts to open up

he ends up being really sweet and shy about the whole situation, since it's so new

is still afraid that he'll hurt or taint you and needs reassurance that he is worthy of you

"Y/n...I cannot express how grateful I am for everything you've done"

Sebastian

forehead flicking demon butler

just accepts it

like

oh this cute girl is a demon, ok, proceed, nono really, continue

he's seen enough ok he doesn't care anymore

when you save him and he sees your demon for all he can do is chuckle

"Never though I'd be saved by such a cute girl like you"

he's honestly very sweet and respectful

minus the forehead flicks

is relieved that you don't eat human because now he can relax knowing he's off the menu

And that's all bc I'm sure that is all the bs you can take. I'm very sorry if this is not what you where thinking of but I hope you enjoyed it^^

See you in the next one

~Lia

[targwh0re]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.4

Not Eli just crouching in the corner

"Remember Simba" 🦁

Damn imagine that's how Derek introduced Eli to the pack💀 took him to the look out place/point? and held him up like Simba but he's a little wolf pup🐺 "and all the dragons roared as one" (srry I've been watching alot of Hotd)

Really fucked up of you to have Derek stabbed like that infront of his son who has no way of knowing his dad's not actually dead

Why'd they fall down the stairs?

nah grl ur fam got themselves killed

How poetic of Nogi 📜✒

"I can do this" or not

I stand by the idea that the only reason Eli didn't pass out was bc there wasn't a mirror around 😂

Poor Malia, she obviously cares about Eli very much

Oh, so we just out here stabbing ourselves now? Interesting development in our tale

Also that's the rock I'm talking about, the one where Derek could've brought baby Eli😂

"Can't we just call Stiles?" Is what he was going to stay

why is Jackson eating in every scene😂

...

....

🎶walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎶

Second hand embarrassment 😳 Peter why they got you on the floor like that😭💀

I'm weak. Yes, Peter we can see the blood 5 feet infront of you, and you would've seen it too if you had been STANDING

What happend to that scene where Peter was reprimanding Malia "can you at least try to behave more human" We just throwing that out the window😭

Okay I'm done now, I swear

Jackson amd Malia both not understanding a word out of Lydia's mouth😂 (bc they were supposed to be the same person)

Anytime Scott opens his mouth Allison like *pokey stab* *pokey stab"

"...the moment you stabbed me" sir you stabbed urself 🤦‍♀️

If its all mountain ash then why could Malia, Parrish, and Jackson all walk on it?

Scott: "You remember" Allison: Bitch *kicks*

Malia and Parrish aren't bad, but one I don't think Malia should be in a relationship and two idk there's no background for it

Ahhh Victoria 😱

She is right, history does have a shit ton of handsome killers. So what have we learned? don't trust pretty people😂

I mean, personally I think Kate deserved it. Plus it's not like she stayed dead, so no harm done🤷‍♀️

Wonder how long Derek's been tryna wake Eli up 🤔

Just an illusion... I'll come back go this plot point later

Ew Scott put that thing away🤢

You know what Allison, if you think he's lying why don't you tell us how you think you died hmmm

Derek still being 🥇 supportive dad for Eli when they're in a hostage situation 💀

Hikari sounds so annoyed at this whole thing, I love her, she just wants to go back to her Ramen restaurant😂

Ain't nobody told Melissa about the devine move last time?

Nah, the other one Parrish 🙄

Boy it's been a recurring thing for years, you've just been too busy in London

Poor Isaac, did he get anything?

um Jackson, and Lydia, and Stiles. We just said his name sweetie

Well shit that's not his problem that you don't remember

"There's no such thing as fate" "There's no such thing as werewolves" why did you do this to me😭😭😭

If your a werewolf hunter shouldn't you know what ur supposed to do to help with wolfsbane

I'd be the same Eli. Gonna get a zillion diseases from his evil nasty ass hand🤮

He's trying, stop shaming him Nogi🙄

oop- Derek said I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch, here me roar

He has bad memories with road flares😬

"Scott you're my brother. So if you're gonna do this...your just going to have to take me with you then" ooooh now I just made myself cry😭😭😭

glowsticks😁

Derek: "Eli, did you see that? Did you see your eyes" Eli: "How the hell am I supposed to see my eyes, they're the things i use to see" 🤣🤣🤣

That is the best line! The best line!🤣

Damn Nogi why you so loud, it's not that deep 😒

That was kinda simple to bring Allison back to less homicidal

Oh we playing chess again, cool. Still don't know how to play😬

Scott got drampled by a herd of deer, Eli got trampled by a heard of hormonal, halfwits (lesser known Peter line) I'll take the deer thanks 👍

"I'm still in love with you" awwww 🥺❤ we know Scott, we know

So how could Jackson able to even touch the mountain ash? Is it bc he's a chimera even though they were supposed to be impossible unless they were genetically altered by the dread doctors?... Jeff explain.

Ow, poor Eli, now he knows the struggle😂

ahahaha Adrian woke up and chose violence lmoa

The main reason this is so funny to me is bc Mr. Harris was always so nice to Jackson wtf happend

How does he know about everyone? Oh well Monroe. But still, I like to believe he was a failed emissary & for people complaining about Harris "being back from the dead" they never actually found his body. I kept waiting for the series to finish that plot line but they never did so I'm pleased that he's the villian (which I predicted he was😁) I'm just confused on his motives and wish they explained it better

How did they ruin your life? And um didn't jennifer choose u herself 🤨 also I seem to remember you saying you helped crazy darach lady so u made ur damn self a loose end🥱

he's right he was in London 🇬🇧

but uh jackson honey, for future reference maybe don't talk when there's a man with a loaded gun, just you know, just in case he decides to shoot u👍

I say we yell fire 🔥

So what's the other layers and their purposes? Is the Nogitsune actually in their layer of the illusion bc remember when Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira were in an illusion with the "Nogitsune" but he was just another illusion bc he was really outside w/ Derek and the twins🤔

Poor Derek, hasn't he been through enough, now he's afraid he fucked his son up by protecting him

i will add to this thou, I've seen a few people say that Derek is too much like Clarke Kent and that he would have a completely different parenting style and while I do somewhat agree we have to remember that people tend to act different around their family and especially with their kids than they are with other people. It's also been a lot of years where he has changed alot to fit having to raise a child by himself (who tf is Eli's mom and where is she?; Jeff said he wanted to explore that in another movie) plus he had to change, S2 Derek would be a terrible father and Eli would've been so fucked up

That cute little wave and the smile back 😊

Wish Stiles would've popped up, he could've been in Jackson place being threatened at gun point (it would make more sense bc Harris hated him) he didn't know why Lydia left, and he would've been the one to tell her it was just a dream

Even if it was a premonition (which I don't think it was, I think fear is a powerful thing and it manipulates you and when you've spent your whole teen years like them just constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, well...) you can't outrun fate

They wail in grief 😔

*clink* *falls to the ground with dramatic gasp* 💀

I still wanna know who the hell Greenburg was

Also calling Scott Greenburg still would be like 30...

Yea ur sons on the field 😁👏👏👏

Flashes to when Stiles was scoring all thos goals in season 2 and everyone was cheering for him🥺👏👏👏

"My dad was actually right. I'm actually pretty good" 😎

omg not him forgetting about his currently hostage father😭💀

Wonder how Derek feels listening to all this 😂

well no shit it's not over, did you forget that ur dead ex ain't the problem anymore smh

Pt.4-5

[goldenboywrites]

same old damage

Apollo pressed palms to his eyes until he saw little specks of lights and the pressure became too much to bear. He fought the urge to open his eyes. Because he knew if he did he wouldn’t be in his room. No, Apollo hadn’t been back to his dorm in days. Instead, he had been squatting at Cassio’s. He couldn’t face the emptiness of his dorm since Isaac had packed his belongings and left. Every second of silence was like a knife in his heart. So he packed up Milo and fucking booked it. It was safe to say he wasn’t handling the breakup well. But at least this way, Cassio and Oliver were around to remind him to shower, eat, and go to class. Though the latter rarely happened despite his best friend begging him to get fresh air. 

He heaved his body to the side and rummaged through the nightstand drawer. Everything was coming back to him. The pain, the heartache, the empty hole in the pit of his stomach. It felt like dying. Like every inch of skin was being carved. He shuffled through the drawer until his shaky fingers found the vial he was looking for, and Apollo groaned when his gaze fell upon it only to realize it was empty. “Cassio,” He called out, voice scratchy and gruff. “I need more.” He didn’t look over at the blonde. Apollo didn’t need to. He could feel the hesitation and tension in the room already at his request. 

“You’ve already had too much and you haven’t eaten anything today.” Apollo hated how Cassio’s voice was filled to the brim with pity. “I can’t give you any more. I don’t have any more.” He heard Cassio turn towards him but Apollo refused to look back at him. “And if I did, it isn’t going to fix anything. It’s just going to make things worst. I know this is difficult for you. Trust me, I do but you have to work through your emotions and you can’t use the potions as a band aid. It won’t make it easier for you in the long run.” 

Apollo’s first instinct was to get angry because he was being told no but he knew Cassio well enough to know that wasn’t the way to get what he wanted. And yeah, he felt a little guilty about playing Cassio like this but he was an adult. He knew what his body and mind could handle.

So he moved slowly off the bed and fell to his knees in front of the blonde sitting at his desk. “Cass,” He ushered his name in a broken whisper. “Please.” Apollo wrapped his arms around his middle and hugged his best friend tightly. “Please, I can’t handle what I’m feeling right now. I know using the potion like this isn’t healthy but right now I can’t stand how I feel and it helps even if it’s just for a little bit. Just give me this week. Please. Just make one more vial for me.” He watched with glistening eyes as Cassio chewed on his bottom lip in thought. It was mere seconds but it felt like ages until he saw the slight head nod. 

“Fuck, Apollo. Fine, but don’t tell Oliver.”

And if Apollo waited until Cassio was distracted to throw in some extra ingredients to make it a bit stronger, a bit more numbing. Well, that was nobody’s business but his own. 

_______________________________________

Okay so Apollo was obviously Oliver’s best friend and he was going through a really hard time which Oliver could totally understand because if Cassio dumped him the way Isaac had dumped Apollo, he too, would also be a shell of the human he once was. But for fuck’s sake Oliver missed his boyfriend. If he was being honest, he did love that Cass was taking care of Apollo because he definitely needed it but, but, but he hadn’t had a moment alone with Cass in days and he missed holding his boyfriend and getting food with him. Which, was selfish. Oliver felt guilty about that. But it would be nice to be able to sleep in his boyfriend’s bed with him and not be kicked back to his own dorm fully knowing that Apollo and Cassio were snuggled up in bed together. 

He trusted his boyfriend. He trusted Cass with all of his heart, body, and soul. He also trusted Apollo too so it wasn’t like thoughts of them rolling around in bed bothered him. It actually never crossed his mind that Apollo was destructive when he was hurt and that that hurt might lead to them accidentally fucking. Absolutely not. That thought never crossed his mind and definitely did not keep him up at night. Also, the fact that he skipped class to surprise Apollo and Cass with lunch was also not due to his distrust of their new living arrangements. Oliver was doing something nice for the two people he cared most about. Obviously. He was a generous human being who wanted to make sure they both ate something. 

Oliver found himself standing in front of Cassio’s dorm and there was a weird moment of hesitation. Did he knock? Did he just go in? He basically was living in this dorm a few days ago. He wouldn’t have knocked then but now it felt more like Apollo and Cassio’s dorm (which did not bother him). Okay. Oliver sighed. He was dumb. He could just walk into the dorm and no one would be naked or making out. They would be sitting on opposite sides of the room. Hell, maybe Apollo wouldn’t even be here and Oliver could remind Cass about how good he was at blowjobs. 

He walked into the dorm calling out, “Helllllo, I brought food.” And maybe his eyes were closed too just in case something was happening that he didn’t want to see. But the only thing Oliver felt was a swipe of burning pain. Immediately he dropped the bags of food on the ground and his eyes snapped open… 

To see a child standing in front of him. A small, brown-haired, hazel-eyed child who had just fucking stabbed him in the arm with a pair of scissors. “Oh, holy hell. What the fuck did you guys do?” Oliver hissed out as he grasped his forearm to stop the bleeding. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the child. He looked to be about 6 or 7 years old and without a doubt, he knew the child standing in front of him was Apollo.  “Where is Cass, Apollo? What happened?”

“How do you know our names?” The child snapped back, raising the scissors in his hand again. Oliver backed off immediately, flatting his back against the wall as far away from this terror as he could possibly get. “I don’t know you. What did you do to us?”

Oliver had never imagined Apollo as a child but he wasn’t surprised that he was just as fierce and defensive as he was as an adult. His parents really did a number on him from such a young age. If he wasn’t about to die of blood loss, Oliver would have the energy to feel bad for him. “I didn’t do anything to you guys. Um,” Oliver paused he needed a story and he needed one fast. “I’m a distant cousin and I’m babysitting you and Cassio. Speaking of Cass, he is here right?”

And well, that was probably the wrong thing to say because Apollo’s eyes turned dark and he moved slightly to the left, standing in front of the closet door. Not subtle but Oliver appreciated the fact that even baby Apollo put Cassio before himself. “Okay, so, um. I think we need to take a time out here. I am going to just…” Oliver didn’t finish his sentence but instead, slipped out of the dorm room, shutting it and locking it behind him. 

He inhaled sharply. 

Apollo and Cassio (maybe) had fucked something up and turned into fucking children. Children who did not hold the memories of their adult selves. Apollo was in fight mode and did not trust Oliver so Oliver would not be able to get anywhere near Cassio to assess him or even get back into the room to start figuring out what had happened. He was at a loss. Until. Oliver pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped it against his thigh a couple of times debating. He shouldn’t call Isaac for help. He couldn’t. He didn’t even know if Isaac would come to help him. But maybe Apollo would feel some internal sense of security and safety with him if he was around and then Oliver could check on Cass.

Oliver really didn’t have any other ideas at this point and he desperately needed to see Cass with his own eyes and ensure that he was fine. So he called Isaac and wasn’t surprised when he was sent straight to voicemail. Rude because he broke up with Apollo. Not Oliver. 

“Hi, sorry to bother you. If you could possibly come by Cass’ dorm I would appreciate your help with a life-threatening matter. Oh, also if you have a blood-replenishing potion bring it with you. I was stabbed by a demon child and I am bleeding out. If you don’t get this message or if you do get this message and decide not to come, I get it. I mean, I’ll pass out from blood loss and die in the hallway but no hard feelings. Okay bye, Isaac!”

[christinesficrecs]

Hey, Christine. I long for a good, longish sterek fic, with fluff and smut and aaaaaaangst and feels. Preferably an AU. Do you have any good ideas? Thank you!

Hey! Well, here are some longer au-like fics. This one is easy on the angst but so many feels and I love it to pieces!!! I am currently re-reading this fic, definitely longish but more canon divergent.

Also, this tag links to all the longer fic tags.

Third Time Is Not The Charm by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle | 59.1K

Stiles was a simple boy from a simple town. His father was a lawman, and they made better money than most. But they needed more. And as it turned out, the royal family was in need of hands. Stiles expected to be worked half to death, with hardly an ounce of rest. What he got was a foul tempered alpha with trust issues, and a family that spoke in riddles rather than their actual feelings. At least the pay was good.

ahead in the count by elisela | 50.7K | Explicit

Stiles is a starting pitcher for the NY Mets when he meets and falls in love with Derek. Derek doesn’t know.

Wolf Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) | 76.2K | Mature

Stiles is the legitimate omega son of King Deucalion, tricked by his brother Theo into running away he is trapped, ruined and unable to return home he finds himself stuck, captured as a poacher by the infamous Hale clan he claims sanctuary in their small chapel and Peter puts him to work, with Derek just returned from the crusades he needs a new healer and the only option they've got is the boy in the chapel who is pretending to be a beta

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109K | Explicit

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

Exactly Like You by Jerakeen | 70.4K | Mature

“It was Jackson’s idea,” Lydia explains, looking perfectly serious while standing in front of a March Madness bracket of Beacon Hills’ eligible bachelors.

Jackson looks smug. “It only makes sense.”

Stiles meets Isaac’s eyes over the heads of all the crazy people in the room. Isaac shrugs with a slight wince. “’Tis the season.”

The Werewolf Companion by MargaretKire | 64.5K | Explicit

Stiles volunteers to be a companion for an isolated werewolf he's never met. He thought he knew way more about werewolves than it turns out he really does.

Derek didn't technically ask the Werewolf Conservation Committee for a companion human, but they insisted he have one for his mental and physical health.

Stella and the Wolf by DiscontentedWinter | 52.2K

Stiles Stilinski is trying to juggle homework, high school, stupid dumb crushes on unattainable people, and werewolves. Keeping the supernatural secret from his dad is hard enough, but when it comes to Stella, his eight-year-old sister, it turns out it’s impossible.

Reason For Call by 74days | 58.9K | Explicit

Stiles has been working in his call-centre booth for nearly 5 years when he first hears the voice of the new IT guy. Surely anyone who sounds like that has got to be H.O.T Stiles takes it upon himself to get to know him better. The only problem is, he's got no idea what he looks like...

The Fox & The Wolf by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 79.1K | Explicit

The war between the fox and wolf clans has raged for centuries, ignited in a time before anyone can remember. Now both clans—tired of the bloodshed and hate—are searching for a way to end the war.

Crowned prince Stiles Stilinski—heir to the fox clan—has agreed with his father to meet with the Hales, the ruling royal family over the wolf clan. Under the counseling of the Druids, both clans are presented with a solution to the war: unite the Stilinski and Hale clans through marriage. To quell their people's anger, both Stiles and Derek—eldest living Hale Alpha—are urged to accept the other as an equal; as their mate.

For the sake of their people, both houses make the ultimate sacrifice by choosing duty over love. But, out of what was first assumed to be compromised, quickly turns to be a better match than either could have hoped for. But not all is easy for either clan, as some members refuse to believe that the war could end so easily.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress | 112.4K | Explicit

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme | 69.9K | Mature

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

Magical Encounters by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 105.7K | Explicit

“Shut up and talk to me.”

Spark laughed, and it made Derek’s muscles relax even more. God, even just his voice was enough to calm him down. Derek wished their relationship wasn’t what it was. He knew it could never be anything more, but he wished they’d met under different circumstances.

“Well, which is it? Shut up, or talk to you? Or did you need a little bit of relief?” Spark’s voice lowered and it shot straight to Derek’s groin. “Are you in need of some other services, Derek?”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you have any fics involving children. Preferably stiles or Derek's but I'm not fussy. Thank you xx

Sure thing!

A Wild Heart's Desire by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 13,410 I Teen)

If there's one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it's that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.

So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia

(1/1 I 28,181 I Explicit)

By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night.

(Or: the Pracitical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Somewhere I Belong by heartsdesire456

(1/1 I 30,815 I Teen)

When Stiles got an interview for an internship at Fangs & Fur magazine, the publication owned by the well known and widely respected alpha Talia Hale, he never expected it to be offered an actual job by Alpha Hale herself. He also never expected for his life to change so much after he met the man whose department he was assigned to.

Stiles was not prepared for Derek Hale's cub, either.

Trust me by madsmeetsmisha

(18/? I 32,590 I Explicit)

Derek Hale needed a nanny for his kids. Someone who knew about werewolves, someone who was persistent enough not to throw in the sponge as soon as the kids wouldn't behave, someone trustworthy. Could a young, very talkative man like Stiles Stilinski be what Derek was looking for?

our lives are changing lanes by grimm

(1/1 I 47,537 I Explicit)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

Give It Up to Me by moon_star

(8/? I 49,841 I Explicit)

Derek is a single father and a full time attorney. Stiles is the new intern at the law firm. They find it extremely hard to work together, but it gets even harder when they start sleeping together.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme

(20/21 I 66,411 I Mature)

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

Balancing on breaking branches by Anonymous

(15/20 I 67,613 I Explicit)

“Your kid,” Derek said slowly, “came running up to me. Tried to nuzzle a hole into my calf.”

Stiles let out a laugh. It sounded bitter. “Caleb wouldn’t just leave my side like that. Did you call his name?”

“I’m not a—”

“A child predator? That’s exactly what a child predator would say, Derek."

Waiting For Our Superman by tearsandholdme

(22/22 I 95,250 I Mature)

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

The Moon Lives (In The Lining of Your Skin) by Quixoticity

(28/30 I 131,436 I Explicit)

Stiles is doing fine. Okay, so he didn't expect to be a single father to an infant daughter at the tender age of twenty-three, but it's working out great. And no, he didn't expect to be a curator in Beacon Hills Museum, where weird things happen with no explanation, but he's rolling with it. And he seems to have acquired a new brother now that his dad's gotten engaged, which, odd, but hey, Stiles is flexible, and there's no such thing as too much love, right?

But then the next twist comes in the form of mysterious new neighbour Derek Hale, who is both insanely angry at the world (it's possible he's murdered people with his eyebrows alone), and adorably good with children. He's also in possession of a truly excellent butt.

Stiles is doomed.

Past, Present, and Future by Code_Zackary

(24/60 I 182,513 I Mature)

Deputy Derek Hale has just become a single parent, after adopting abandoned five-year-old Isaac Lahey, and drowning in his new responsibilities as a father, and Alpha. Add the babysitting of his new rookie partner, Jackson Whittemore, and the weight of his past bubbling to the surface, Derek isn't sure how he's going to keep his head straight.

Meanwhile, Stiles Stilinksi returns home to Beacon Hills to give his son, Scott Stilinksi, a better quality of life. However, raising a werewolf pup, as a human, is something he struggles handling on a daily basis. Stiles wishes nothing more than to find a werewolf willing to show his son "the ropes", so Scott can fit in with all the other pups come the first day of Kindergarten. But where would he ever find a werewolf willing to help a human?

When the two meet, their struggles in life will come to the forefront, as the loners become an invaluable support system for each other, and build a unique Pack all their own.

[vampiregirl1797]

All Because of a Jacket

Stiles x Reader

 GIF Not Mine

 Summary: A collection of the times Stiles lends Y/N his lacrosse jacket.

 Warnings: None.

 Word Count: 2,039

 A/N: I have no idea where this came from guys. Actually, I do—I ordered myself a Stiles lacrosse jacket and I’ve been living in it since it came, so that’s most likely what inspired this little imagine. I hope you enjoy it! Leaving a link HERE to the jacket I got off Etsy if you’re interested—I cannot recommend it enough!

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 It started off subtle, something I didn’t notice at first, and was merely grateful for. The pack had met in the middle of the lacrosse field on a Sunday evening, the location chosen as a way of avoiding any police cruisers who were out enforcing the town-wide 9pm curfew. Still, I didn’t understand why we couldn’t just have met at someone’s house, though I suppose that did run the risk of neighbours ratting us out.

 I’d been trying to listen to what Scott was saying, and the whole reason we were gathered in the middle of the freezing cold lacrosse field in January, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus. It was my own fault, really. I’d assumed we’d go inside the school once we’d all gathered together, which was why I’d forgone grabbing a jacket as I left my house. Now, I was there, scrunching the sleeves of my jumper in a vain attempt to retain some heat and reverse the cold settling in on my bones. I had my arms crossed over my chest, and was seriously considering just wrapping my arms around Derek and burying my face into his back—he wouldn’t have minded and the man gave off more heat than a damn space heater, but I was startled out of my thoughts by a curtain of warmth being wrapped around me. I blinked, surprised and my eyes fluttered closed for a second in complete and utter relief, before my brain registered that the wonderfully warm jacket hadn’t just landed on my shoulders of its own accord. I looked to my left and straight into a particular pair of honey brown eyes that I was more than a little fond of. His eyes were soft at that moment, and when I murmured a quiet thank you, he responded with a bashful smile that made my heart skip a beat in my chest.

 As I slid my arms through the long sleeves of Stiles’ lacrosse jacket and buttoned up the front in an attempt to retain the warmth the sarcastic boy’s body had provided, I found myself grateful that Stiles, like me, was one of the only humans of the group. It meant that I’d been able to successfully keep my more than platonic feelings from him. Of course, he was the only one who didn’t know.

 I narrowed my eyes at Derek’s teasing, barely there, smile and discretely flipped him off by scratching my nose with my middle finger. The action didn’t go unmissed by the blue-eyed wolf and he breathed a chuckle before returning his attention to the alpha in front of the group.

 My cold state now taken care of, I was able to concentrate on Scott’s words, subconsciously stepping closer to Stiles as I listened, my body seeking out the comfort his presence always provided me with without my consent.

 That was the first time Stiles gave me his jacket.

 //

 The second time had been during a “stake-out” with Liam and Stiles. The honey-eyed boy was adamant that there was something off with Theo, and honestly I hadn’t got the best feeling about him popping into our lives out of nowhere for one, adding in the fact he was also a werewolf… well it was just too much of a coincidence.

 ‘I’m telling you, there’s something not right about him, Y/N.’ Stiles said, for what must have been the hundredth time in the last four hours.

 ‘Stiles.’ My hand covered his on the steering wheel, and I felt us both immediately relax at the touch, ‘I believe you, okay? You don’t need to convince me of anything. If you say there’s something off with Theo, I’m not going to question it.’

 His usually honey-brown eyes were dark with emotion as his hand squeezed mine, ‘why? Why do you believe me?’

 ‘Because you have great instincts and I trust you and your opinions more than anyone else’s.’ I told him honestly.

 I felt my heart beat pick up the longer his eyes bore into mine, but I refused to look away, even knowing that Liam was probably smiling in the same smug way all the werewolves had mastered whenever my heart misbehaved around Stiles. What felt like hours later, Stiles blinked and bought my hands in-between both of his.

 At my look of confusion, he elaborated, ‘you’re freezing.’

 ‘Huh, I didn’t even notice.’ I shrugged, trying to fight the blush forming on my cheeks at what felt like an intimate gesture.

 He opened his hands a little so he could blow some hot air onto mine, and the warmth generated from the act seemed to travel through my whole body.

 ‘Better?’ he asked after a few minutes of repeating the gesture.

 I cleared my throat and kept my answer short, not trusting my voice, ‘much. Thank you.’

 ‘No problem.’ He released my hands and I slid them underneath my thighs to retain the heat he’d created.

 My eyes moved over to where we’d been watching for most of the night, to see Theo was still playing his video game, like he had been for most of the night. It made me frown; sure video games were what teenagers usually did, but it just seemed too convenient to me. I was about to voice my opinion to Stiles and Liam when familiar cotton was placed onto my shoulders. My arms moved through the sleeves almost reflexively as I offered my best friend a grateful smile, and tried to resist the urge to bury my face into the fabric to inhale his sweet and husky scent.

 ‘Thank you.’

 ‘Can’t have you freezing on me.’ He joked his hand squeezing my thigh briefly before returning it to the steering wheel.

 I couldn’t have stopped the blush that formed on my cheeks if I tried, so I turned my gaze to stare out of the window, my hand resting where his had touched me, and I wondered— if I were to remove the denim barrier provided by my jeans, would my thigh display a brand of his hand print?

 Because the heat left behind by his touch felt exactly like I had been branded as his.

 //

 The third time had been in the cafeteria.

 We were all sitting together, minus Derek and Liam, and all having different conversations in our own little groups. Allison and Isaac were making weekend plans, provided she could sneak out without her father noticing, Lydia, Aiden, Ethan and Danny were talking about something they could all do together on a double date, and Stiles, Scott and I were all talking about collages we wanted to apply to. Well, they were. I was trying not to fall asleep using my sandwich as a pillow; I’d been up late the night before, helping Stiles put together his criminal bored. Nothing had been solved, but we both found it helpful to have everything, every clue, and every detail all in one place.

 Of course, time had gotten away from us, and our party had been broken up by the Sherriff returning from his shift and gently informing us it was past three am. I’d been too tired to drive home and had slept on the couch, but two hours sleep wasn’t enough time for me, unlike Stiles; he was as hyperactive as ever.

 I pushed my tray away from me with a sigh, too tired to eat anyway, and laid my head down on top of my arms. I’d heard a few chuckles from the pack, but I ignored it; they knew how I could be when I was tired so they just left me to it. I was on the brink of passing out, knowing someone would wake me for our next class, when I found myself surrounded by what was becoming my favourite jacket emitting warmth and a scent I couldn’t get enough of. I slid my arms into the sleeves and nuzzled my face into the fabric once I’d returned them to my original position. Had I been fully conscious of my actions, I’d have been embarrassed at my audience, but the chuckles simply faded into nothing as I finally found sleep.

 What I hadn’t noticed was Stiles’ fond smile, or the knowing and frustrated expressions the rest of the pack wore.

 //

 The fourth time had been during a lacrosse game.

 I’d been standing in the bleachers, wearing a jacket that was not keeping me warm in the slightest and discretely trying to huddle closer to Malia—she gave off as much heat as her uncle did—when I’d heard Stiles shouting my name.

 I’d frowned, but manoeuvred my way out of the row I’d been sat in and made my way down to the benches, where he was waiting. He was holding his helmet under his arm and when I reached him, he held out his jacket and I took it, but didn’t put it on in case I’d misunderstood his meaning. Did he want me to give it to Malia? I’d noticed they’d been particularly close since she had joined the pack, and as much as it made my heart ache, I was glad the female wolf had someone to offer her comfort when she’d been without it for so long.

 ‘I noticed it’s pretty cold and figured you could use a jacket.’ He said, seeming nervous.

 I felt a genuine smile form on my lips as I slid the cotton on and buttoned up the front, ‘thank you. I feel like I should rent this from you with how often I wear it.’ I chuckled, pulling my hair out from underneath the fabric.

 He joined me in my laughter, ‘nah, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like seeing you in my jacket.’ He looked nervous again and my heart skipped a beat in my chest.

 Did he mean…? ‘You do?’ I asked, my voice quiet to my own ears.

 ‘I do,’ he stepped closer and I felt wonderfully dizzy as a stronger wave of his heat and scent washed over me, ‘Y/N…I’ve liked you for a while. As more than a friend, and I’ve been too scared to say anything, but Scott practically threatened to kill me if I didn’t admit it to you.’

 ‘You like me?’ I repeated, dumbfounded. How had I missed it? Had I been so preoccupied in hiding my own feelings that I’d been blind to his?

 ‘Yes.’ He looked more nervous now and I found myself reaching out, my hands falling on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

 ‘Stiles…’ I took a breath, finding the courage to say the words I’d been holding in for so long, ‘I like you too.’

 His honey-coloured eyes bore into mine for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds, before his lips formed a face splitting grin that made my heart warm in my chest.

 ‘So, will you go on a date with me?’ he asked, seeming more confident but not much.

 ‘Absolutely.’ I grinned, my face leaning into his hand as it came up to caress the side of my face.

 ‘Awesome.’ He grinned again, and I was sure that we would both be wearing these giddy expressions for the foreseeable future, ‘pizza after?’

 ‘Perfect.’ I laced my fingers through his and almost jumped a mile when coach blew his whistle. I’d been so lost in him, his touch, his warmth, and his smell that I’d completely forgotten where we were.

 ‘I should get out there before Coach kills me.’ He chuckled.

 ‘Okay.’ I replied, reluctantly releasing his hands.

 He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead that I made my heart melt. Before he could leave me completely, I grabbed his jersey and with a teasing grin told him, ‘by the way, this jacket is mine now.’

 He blinked, and when he’d processed my words a bright, fond grin broke out across his face. He leaned in, kissed my cheek and whispered against my skin, ‘you won’t find me objecting to that, sweetheart.’ He winked, waved, and left to join the huddle in the centre of the field.

 My cheek didn’t stop burning for the rest of the game.

[thebigoblin]

Sterek Fic Recs Part 3

[You can find the first two lists here: Fluffy Sterek Recs & Sterek Fic Recs. Also here's a special fic, check it out]

First off, thank you all for a 100 followers!! As of September 7, 2021 you've made me feel really, really good about my obsession with two oblivious idiots (with sprinkles of the hale pack and other fandoms), and this is my way of thanking you ♥️

If you're on PC, you can see that there is a page dedicated solely to fic recs, which caters to other ships & fandoms too. So don't feel left out if you're looking for something other than Sterek!

Without further ado, let's get to it then!

an awful curse

Isaac is asleep in a chair. The angle of his neck makes Derek wince in sympathy.

"Isaac," Derek says.

Isaac snaps awake immediately.

"You're-"

"Where's Stiles?"

"Stiles?" Isaac asks.

Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.

AU - Canon Divergence | 6.3k | By blinkiesays

Throw Away The Key

Stiles knew it was stupid to go to the hunters’ headquarters all by himself, so when he finds himself caught, he can really only blame himself.

It shouldn't surprise Stiles when the situation quickly goes from bad to worse as the hunters throw him to a feral werewolf waiting to tear him apart.

Sucks that it's Derek, though.

AU - Canon Divergence | 5.9k | By mommymuffin

Whatever Happened Last Night, Why Did Glitter Have to Be Involved?

Derek rolled out of bed in search of his phone - quickly finding it in the pair of jeans that had evidently been tossed aside haphazardly on the way to the bed. Seeing the pants sparked flashes of memories - wolfsbane-laced alcohol, loud music, multicolored lights.

Peter’s new supernatural-friendly club - the pack had gone to the opening night party.

He unlocked his phone and opened the pack group chat, which Erica had affectionately named ‘Moon Sluts’.

>>Derek: What the fuck happened last night

[or: Derek wakes up with three things on his mind: he feels like he was punched by a troll, his mate is missing, and there's glitter covering his bed. Oh, and the pack group chat is mildly helpful]

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Prompt #159 - “Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.”

Crack Vibes | 1.2k | By ash_mcj

Good to Eat

So if Stiles married Derek Hale, he could become Jewish too? Perfect. It was settled. Stiles gleefully shoveled a forkful of cheesy shells into his mouth.

"Uh oh. I know that look.” Claudia shook her head.

"Don’t worry, Mom, ” Stiles said, reaching for his plastic Batman cup.

"I’ve got a plan.”

"Good luck, Derek Hale,” his mother muttered.

Rude.

AU - Childhood Friends | 1.7k | By Jmeelee

Murder Brows and Avoidance Tactics

Derek gets the wrong end of the stick.

Written for prompt: "You're jealous, aren't you?"

AU - Everybody Lives | 2k | By Dragonink13

Double Vision (only registered users can read this one)

"So what caused my hearing and sense of smell to dull?"

Deaton's brow furrowed, all amusement vanishing from his face. "What do you mean?"

Derek snapped, letting loose all of his anger and fear at the man before him. "I mean I can't hear your heartbeat or the cars down below or the birds in the attic! I can't smell the flowers in Mrs. Everett's apartment, I can't smell the rotting burger in the fridge that Isaac left in there a month ago, I can't smell or hear anything like I normally can!" Deaton mouth was pressed into a thin line. "Can you explain that?!"

 Tumblr Prompt: Derek jealous of himself.

AU - Everyone Lives | 6.1k | By Novkat21

Kiss?

Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn't.

Fluff | 3.6k | By clotpolesonly

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

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(aka - Five TImes Scott Found Derek and Stiles Sleeping, and the One Time He Didn't)

AU, Supernatural is real but not known by everyone, Alive Hale Family | 11.2k | By Little Spoon

Call Me (Cliché)

When the sheriff's sister ends up in a wheelchair for the duration of summer, Stiles' dreams of three months full of pack bonding, late-night video games and bro-time with Scott come crashing down. He's temporarily relocated to Redford, a three hour drive away, and he can already tell he won't be getting many visitors.

Sure the pack will forget about him while he's gone, Stiles is determined to make the most of his summer of isolation, training his body and mind - and his magic - so he can come back with a bang, and maybe catch a certain Sourwolf's eye.

Then Derek shows up at his window one night with a flimsy excuse about needing research done. Suddenly, his summer away is looking a whole lot more interesting.

AU - Canon Divergence | 84.6k | By Orphan_Account aka the author has dissociated themselves from the fic

Shiver

Stiles has really, really cold hands. Luckily, Derek knows just what to do about that.

Established Relationship | 1.7k | By canistakahari

Derek Hale's Possible Heart

An anon sent me a sterek prompt for Laura teasing Derek and Stiles joining in, then somehow sharing their feelings for each other in the mess of things.

AU - Canon Divergence | 4.3k | By loserchildhotpants

What's a Secret Identity?

Stiles sipped at a mug of coffee, absently watching the news play in the break room. Because of course a news station couldn't play anything other than its own content, even in the one part of the office that was supposed to be a safe space from work. His interview with Superman was making a rerun and Stiles glanced at Derek before commenting absently, “I’d totally let Superman fuck me.”

Derek, who had been in the middle of a swig of coffee, choked violently, “That’s not something I needed to know at nine in the morning, Stiles.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What time would you prefer I tell you about all of the things I would let Superman do to my body?”

AU, Derek is Superman | 7k | By Chrystie, imabignerd and kate882

i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]

But her big brother’s unwillingness to touch anyone, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it isn’t the only thing she notices. She also notices how Stiles doesn’t touch him.

Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

He’ll be trying to shimmy past Derek and instead of putting a hand on his arm like most of them do, he’ll reach out with a hand and stop it scant centimeters away from Derek’s skin.

Or they’ll be walking alongside each other and Stiles will hover a hand on Derek’s lower back.

It’s both fascinating and tragic to watch, like NASA lost control of one of their robots and instead of it landing on the moon it’s fated to gravitate around it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 2.3k | By crossroadswrite

Déjà Vu

There’s a shop in Beacon Hills that no one knows anything about except that the mysterious proprietor, a witch in whispered circles, knows what you need before you do and that the things given are always just what you need.

Derek, lost after a breakup, heads into the shop to see if he can find something to help him forget his ex. The witch gives him a potion to drink, and when Derek wakes up, he finds he’s sixteen again and there’s a new student at his school, Stiles Stilinski.

Everything is familiar and yet not, and Derek finds he’s strangely drawn to Stiles in a way that is entirely supernatural.

AU, Supernatural is Real | 8.8k | By gremlins-came-and-got-me and StaciNadia

Start Small, Like Oak Trees

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts. Eventually, he thinks, he'll just fade away. He isn't sure anyone would notice. Then, during a spur of the moment grocery run, he stumbles upon Derek Hale attempting to console a lost child, and for the first time in recent memory the world doesn't seem so awful.

He's not sure what he'd been expecting when he eventually convinces Derek to move into the Stilinski's spare bedroom, but a newfound passion for weeding and topsoil certainly isn't it.

AU - Canon Divergence | 24.2k | By SmallBirds

Undercover K9

As it usually goes, Derek acts before he thinks. This time he has a good reason, though-it's all Stiles' fault. Mostly.

Or, that time when Derek volunteered to spend all his spare time as a wolf with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Office K9 Unit, just to protect Stiles' dumb ass.

Future Fic | 17.9k | By Cobrilee

Rose Colored Glasses

“Obviou—um, what? Derek?” Stiles managed. “What? You’re not colorblind. You’re colorblind?”

“Yes.” Derek said gruffly. “And?”

“And? What do you mean and? You can’t see colors?” Stiles demanded, thrown. “Does it—what kind is it? Red-green? Blue-yellow? Why doesn’t—oh my god, is this why your entire freaking wardrobe was completely black until like two years ago? Oh my god!”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a favorite color, Stiles.”

Established Relationship | 2.2k | By SassyStarboard

1,460 Days (gotta clean my slate)

Two years after Scott becomes Alpha and Derek gives it up for Cora, Stiles gets hurt during a fight and ends up in a coma for two weeks. According to the nurse, a guy has been visiting him every day and, as much as he wishes it were Derek, it sounds a lot like Scott. Except he and Scott aren't even friends anymore.

AU - Canon Divergence | 10k | By army_of_angels

This is it for now. Happy reading y'all! ♥️