#Memory Magic

[introverted-extrovert-99]

Merlin slowly blinked the sleep out of his eyes, trying to remember why he felt such an intense urgency to get up. The sheets on the suspiciously soft bed were warm and inviting, and not conducive to getting up early. Somehow he managed to rouse himself and came upon the distressing realization that he did not know where he was. [Merlin wakes up in a bed that he does not remember next to a man he is positive he’s never seen before in his life. Our favorite sorcerer is shocked (and incredulous) when he finds out that no, he did not accidentally sleep walk into the palace, and yes, he does actually know these people even if he has no recollection of them. Surprisingly enough he’s managed to forget almost the last decade of his life.]

This is one of my favorite Merlin fics I finished writing a year or two ago and you should check it out <3

[sapphireginger]

Chasing a Memory

Summary:

Derek had bothered with a quick shower but only spent a few minutes after that to tug on clothes, grab essentials and pile into his car. Nothing else mattered to him than finding who needed him and why.

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Derek sped towards the city limits not knowing exactly why but consumed by the overwhelming urge to be somewhere. Someone needed him and that was a bone deep revelation but every time he had tried to focus on exactly who it was, he got lightheaded and the knowledge would escape him. He spent three days chasing his tail and it was time for him to take drastic measures. He had picked up the phone and made the call.

“Nephew? Well my my, what a surprise this is.”

“Believe me I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t of utmost importance.”

“I take it that seeking the status of your favorite uncle’s wellbeing is not your reason?”

“You’re my only uncle. So, not even close but hey you’re still kicking. So, that’s lovely.”

“For all you know I went back to the dirt as often as you check in.”

“Peter! I’m not interested in this right now. I need you to meet me.”

“Where?”

“You know where.”

The call hadn’t lasted long but it was long enough for Derek to feel slight regret for the entire predicament he found himself in and he had tried to talk himself out of it many times. It had taken a full five days before he wore down enough to consider it and that was when Derek realized that if he felt so strongly about this, then calling his uncle was the obvious next step. That meant it must be serious and had to be taken seriously.

He wouldn’t put up with any baiting or tolerate any teasing nor entertain his uncle’s antics for even a millisecond. This was something clearly evidenced on his face based on the fact that one look made his uncle snap his mouth closed before he could utter something that he realized would result in a tussle.

Derek had bothered with a quick shower but only spent a few minutes after that to tug on clothes, grab essentials and pile into his car. Nothing else mattered to him than finding who needed him and why.

Peter was unusually quiet as if the state his nephew was in was evidence enough that something was definitely wrong but first they needed to get to the root of the situation to fully understand what they were dealing with.

After offering Derek a cup of tea which Derek accepted graciously albeit with hesitancy, Peter felt it was safe to proceed yet still to do so with caution. “So, Derek? Tell me everything.”

Derek took a sip of the tea and felt himself settle but only slightly. “Something is clawing me up inside. It’s nothing like when my wolf is restless although it is restless. There’s more to it than that. I have this overwhelming urge that something is wrong and someone needs…me.”

Peter watched his nephew with assessing eyes. “Describe the feeling.”

“Well it’s like my heart is pounding but I’m just sitting there and I’m terrified but there was a freaking song I love playing on the speakers. It’s like there are shadows even when the sun is blinding and it’s like I’m cold and I never get cold but what really gets me is the all consuming belief that I’m alone and awash with utter despair.”

Peter was tense as he recalled hearing of things like this before but he had not expected to ever deal with it personally nor for any who shared his blood to experience it. Still, he shoved aside any qualms about helping when he saw the shattered look on his nephew’s face. “I’m going to help you but answer me one question first, Derek, okay?”

Derek gave a nod, keeping his gaze on his uncle though his eyes seemed glazed over slightly.

“Whatever has happened is not your fault. You know that, correct?” he asked, almost certain Derek would argue that it was, in fact, his fault and that would mean a delay. He only hoped that whoever needed Derek would be able to hold on long enough for Derek to lose the belief that he was somehow responsible but this time his nephew surprised him.

“Realizing that this person is in trouble and that their feelings match ones I’ve felt in exact detail many times in my life makes me think there’s a possibility it’s my fault but I won’t know until I find them,” he stated before setting the cup down on the coffee table and resting his head in his hands. “If only I could latch onto their face or their name.”

Peter tilted his head. “What do you mean by that?”

Derek sighed. “I get this inkling of who it is but when I try to focus on it, I get lightheaded and the knowledge fades to the far corners of my mind. Then it’s completely unreachable. I just need to fucking know because someone’s in danger. Someone is hurting and I—” He choked up. “I need to know who they are and I need to know why this is happening to them and to me!” he ground out, his chest rising and falling faster and faster.

Peter’s wolf growled as he moved closer to place a comforting hand on Derek’s arm. Derek got a distinct feeling that his uncle was doing one of two things. He was either humoring him or he knew something and was going to help Derek.

“I know, pup and I’m going to help you. I think I have a pretty good idea of what is happening.”

Derek perked up and looked at his uncle. “You do?” His tone was full of hope and trust.

Peter figured the least he could do was be open with the guy but he had to refrain for just a little longer. There were two very important details he still needed to figure out. Details that may not have seemed crucial but if provided would change everything.

They decided to take the night to regroup and then when the sun had just barely brightened the sky, Derek sat in a wooden chair, straddling it with his claws digging into the wood.

“Are you ready, nephew?” Peter asked as he lined his claws up with the back of Derek’s neck.

The alpha grit his teeth and with a snarl said, “Just do it!”

Peter’s claws sank into the tan column and both men gasped as they were thrown into memories long forgotten by the mind but never by the heart.

FLASH

Pale skin with moles and amber eyes like melted gold and whiskey.

FLASH

A blue jeep older than its owner but as reliable as the boy himself.

FLASH

Paralyzed, sinking down, down, down and then a tug and a strength guiding him up, up, up, inhaling sharply as they break the surface. How?

FLASH

Death, both unnecessary and at his own hands, and a firm but gentle grip on his shoulder, a touch the alpha leaned into and took comfort in the scent of the one grounding him.

FLASH

Fear, plain in the expression on the boy’s face, ivory skin even paler as a yell to ‘Get down!’ erupted from the wolf’s throat, and he listened, trusting the wolf, allowing the wolf to face the feral alpha.

FLASH

A closed door up against which the wolf shoved the sarcastic teen, but thoughts of violence were far from his mind which was instead consumed with the thoughts of how it might have felt to kiss those perfect pink lips, even more tempting when a pink tongue swiped over them to wet them.

FLASH

Derek roared as Peter pulled his bloody claws out of the wolf’s neck and then everything was silent.

After a few minutes had passed, Peter spoke softly. “That must be Stiles.”

“Stiles,” Derek whispered in agreement and a sense of awe. Then, guilt socked him in the gut. How could he have forgotten Stiles, HIS Stiles? How could he have forgotten his mate?!

“We will fix this, nephew. I promise you that.”

Derek nodded, swallowing thickly. “Good. He’s waiting for me and being the smart little shit that he is, he’s using the mate bond to bring me to him.”

Peter gave a feral and sharp grin. “Please tell me that I get to murder someone?”

With an equally terrifyingly sharp and feral grin, Derek stood. “Definitely. Anyone and everyone who had anything to do with my mate’s disappearance and the meddling with our memories, will die and I don’t care if you choose to bathe in their blood. So long as my mate is safe and in my arms alive by the end of it, that’s all I care about.”

The two wolves smirked, their eyes glowing in the dark as they descended the loft stairs later that night. Their fangs glinted in the moonlight and silent as shadows, on the wings of death they rode to deal swift justice on those who harmed Stiles Genim Hale, Alpha Mate, Nemeta Guardian and the boy who ran with wolves.

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: Memory Loss

Tohru Loses her Memories

for it's better to burn out than to fade out of sight, by the_one_that_fell T | Gen - Tohru & Yuki (background Tohru/Kyo & Machi/Yuki) | WIP | angst & drama In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

Heart Strain, by Kitty0430 T | Kakeru & Yuki, some Machi/Yuki & Tohru/Kyo | Novel | angst & drama What if Akito didn’t receive Tohru’s kindness and didn’t realise her mistakes at the story’s conclusion?

If You Ever Forget That You Love Me, by villianizuku G | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance After three months of thinking she was dead Yuki stumbles upon Tohru in an old neighborhood only to find out that she has lost every memory she had. Tohru is wiling to risk everything to find the people she used to love and get her past self back.

immaculate, by besselcfn E | Tohru/Shigure (non-con) | Short Story | dark This is the first time it happens.

The Night We Met, by pettyimperfections T | Tohru/Kyo | Novella | angst & romance Kyo never got the chance to chase after Tohru and tell her how desperately he wanted to be with her. Instead, they became strangers. They went their separate ways. Tohru with no memory of her time with the Sohmas. Years later, Kyo and Tohru's paths once again become unexpectedly intertwined.

Ripples, by proseprincess NR | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance *Note: this is a two-part series. The first work is complete! What happens when one decision leads to unintended consequences?

The Sun That Hides Behind Clouds, by coughdrop G | Tohru/Kyo | WIP | drama & romance Tohru loses her memory due to a car accident and is unable to remember anything past living in a tent. Kyo and Tohru embark on a journey of memories as they visit places that contain echoes of rememberence.

Waves of Memories, by cithara0211 M | Tohru/Kyo | angst & romance Since her mom's been hospitalized due to a terrible accident, Tohru's world has been turned upside down. Without her mom to help her, Tohru tries to figure out just what happened to her as the realization that someone is missing from her life plagues her constantly. With only a box of treasures and vague memories, Tohru tries desperately to figure out who she lost.

The Way Back, by 8_characters_or_less T | Tohru/Kyo | Novel | angst, drama, hurt/comfort, & romance After three years locked away in the Cat's Room the curse has finally broken. But three years is a long time and the damage that's been done won't easily be repaired. If there's anything worth fighting for, it's love. Only time will tell if that will be enough.

Other

President Perfect, by draebelle T | Kakeru/Yuki | Novelette | angst & romance Kakeru goes on a wild goose chase to find the forgotten love of his life.

things i chose (to give away), by RiddleAfar T | Kyo, Kyo/Yuki | WIP | angst High school ends, and Kyo is granted his freedom from the cage. It’s nothing like what he expected, but it’s all he has now. As the year progresses, he tries not to wonder if it came at a higher price than he was willing to pay.

You're Pretty Cute, by sarah_tonin G | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story | drama & romance Everything felt like it was underwater, and Kyo briefly wondered if he was dreaming.

Here are my bookmarks tagged Memory-Related!

[the-grey-necromancer]

Bag of Lost Memories

This item is invaluable when bargaining with certain types of darker fae such as sluagh sidhe, dullahan, baobhan sith, etc. It can also prevent a lot of grief if one accidently stumbles upon one of them or angers them as well. Simply place a piece of rhodocrosite in a drawstring bag and charge it with energy. Next seek out your local nursing home and open the bag. Memories lost by the people within the building will be attracted to the stone in the bag and be drawn into it. Eventually (time depending on the size of the stone) the rhodochrosite will become full and the bag can then be closed. Keep it shut tight until needed.

The memories within likely contain experiences which will be novel and interesting to many types of non-human spirit. This makes them a potent and valuable bargaining chip. To use dispense the memories simply open the bag and allow the spirit you are dealing with to draw the memories out of it. I will cover another use of this bag in a future post about Mnemostilling.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[maliciouscigarette]

Art by giganticbuddha (here's their ko-fi)

[smollkittykat]

I kind of don't like how a lot of people forget that despite all the angst and the drama around Dean and Cas they are fundamentaly best friends.

How many times did Dean say it throught the entire show? Bobby in season 6 saying "Well, you just lost the best friend you ever had."

For Bobby to say that, knowing Dean better than even Sam in some regards, how many times had Dean been sitting with Castiel on the couch in his living room?

Cas doesn't sleep, and rarely does Dean, with the Apocalypse looming right behind him.

So all they had left, in those quiet nights were each other. And they were okay with it, because they liked each other's company.

[ckret2]

So I wanted an excuse to imagine the modern characters meeting baby Bill and to do impossible sci-fi things to Bill's brain in Theraprism. And throw in an amnesia plot just because.

Since escaping Theraprism didn't work, Bill's decided to cheat. Unfortunately the only official way a patient leaves Theraprism is via reincarnation, which means losing his memories. But he's found a way to trick them into releasing him, AND guarantee he'll get his memories back.

All he has to do is REMOVE his so-called "traumatic" memories (which TOTALLY didn't traumatize him, he SWEARS), get cleared to leave, and then reabsorb his memories later.

And he does this by... physically separating his various traumatic experiences into separate people. With magic.

Each removed facet of Bill's past only remembers their own portion of his memories, with only hazy memories of anything before their assigned era.

In effect this means Bill's memory clones work as if some time traveler had plucked a bunch of Bills from different points in his life out of the timeline: a baby Bill with baby memories, a child Bill with child memories, etc. And one modern Bill who doesn't remember much of anything anymore.

It's totally working, though! This is the most mentally healthy Bill's EVER BEEN. He's. He's SO mentally healthy, guys. Menetally healthy. Mealthy. he's f ine.

Please believe him.

He's gonna convince the therapists there's nothing wrong with him in NO time.

(The irony is that, lacking the baggage of a trillion years of medical trauma, fear of captivity, and distrust of authority, he might actually go "Whoa, I think something's wrong with me. Don't discharge me, I need help." Another flawless Bill plan backfires!)

Meanwhile, he's smuggled all his memory clones out of Theraprism and they're just running around somewhere. It's fine! He can find them when he's free! Bill can't think of any reason why a bunch of lost children who look exactly like Bill Cipher would run into any trouble! Especially since he can't remember doing anything that would make a lot of people hate him or anything like that!

they'll be fine don't worry about it

[otaku553]

New blorbo :)

Also a silly interaction with this piece

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected.  

Bad Things Happen Bingo: De-Aging

@badthingshappenbingo​

🎉 Bingo #6!! 🎉

It had been a long week during which Stiles had turned eighteen and celebrated with the pack. He didn’t feel eighteen. He felt much older. 

During a pack meeting on a Friday afternoon after a long week, Stiles’s head felt heavy, and his thoughts grew fuzzy. He wasn’t tired per say, at least he didn’t think he was tired. He wasn’t sleepy. That was for sure, but it was a sort of bone deep exhaustion. 

The best way to describe it was that he was tired of being older. Stiles had never gotten the childhood he deserved and sometimes he wished he could go back and just be a kid. Sometimes he wished he could just let go and be little again. 

As the meeting wore on and finally ended with pizza and a movie Stiles blinked in confusion. “Could I maybe have mac n cheese?” 

The pack looks at him weirdly. 

“Oh um, please?” 

Nobody moved except Peter, who sat next to him. Stiles curled himself into a small ball and tucked himself against Peter’s side, his head tucked under Peter's chin.

Surprisingly Isaac spoke up first. “Sure! Is it okay if it’s Kraft or did you want some homemade mac n cheese?” 

Stiles smiled shyly. “Homemade, please?” 

Isaac grinned and nodded, heading to the kitchen. “I taught myself how to make a white cheese sauce. I think you’ll love it.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Scott called the pizza place to order pizza for everyone. He included a small Hawaiian pizza as Stiles’s usual. Stiles frowned slightly because Scott was wrong. Stiles didn’t like Hawaiian pizza anymore and he hadn’t since junior high. Still, he didn’t say anything, since Izzy was making him mac n cheese. He licked his lips and with a happy sigh melted against Peter more.

“Stiles?” 

Stiles looked over at Erica. “Catwoman!” He giggled and Erica smiled at him awkwardly. 

“What movie did you wanna watch? It’s your turn.” 

Stiles’s eyes widened and he beamed. “Can we watch ‘Punzel please?” 

The atmosphere was tense as the pack members exchanged looks. No one understood what was going on. Stiles didn’t understand what was wrong or why they were making faces. They said it was his turn. Did they not like ‘Punzel?

When Peter’s fingers started carding through his hair, Stiles decided not to worry about anything else. He nuzzled against Peter who smiled softly at him, continuing to run his fingers through Stiles’s hair. Stiles liked that a lot and his head felt even more fuzzy in the best way. He had never felt that safe and protected. 

Derek had been watching from his place in the recliner when it finally clicked for him. He realized what was happening. He knew that almost everyone would not understand, and he felt a fierce protectiveness swelling inside him. The scents around the alpha were not pleasant at all. 

While Stiles was smelling content and happy, the rest of the pack, excluding Peter, Isaac and himself, smelled like annoyance, confusion, anger–Scott–and frustration. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked, and Derek was waiting for the inevitable moment when one of them would say something negative. He was sure it wouldn’t be long. Most of the time, he loved his pack and as alpha, it was his job to look out for all of them, but that didn’t mean he always  liked his pack.

He made eye contact with Peter before speaking. “Stiles?”

Amber eyes looked over at the alpha, his eyelids at half mast. “I is Miscuff,” he said softly, pushing his head into Peter’s fingers for more.

Derek smiled. “Okay, Mischief. What do you think about us going up to the entertainment room and having a puppy pile?” 

Stiles tilted his head as he looked at Derek and scrunched up his nose adorably. “Hm,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes in contemplation. “Who would come?” 

Derek leaned forward more in the chair, keeping his attention on his beta. “Who do you want to come cuddle with you?” 

The fox didn’t even hesitate to give his answer. “Pe’er Wo’f, Der-Bear an’ Izzy p’ease?” 

Isaac grinned from where he stood in the kitchen, making the mac n cheese. 

Derek nodded at Stiles. “Perfect. Thank you for telling me.” 

Peter whispered so only Stiles could hear. “Good boy, sweetheart. So good for telling us.” 

Stiles beamed at the praise. “Weally?” 

Peter nodded and guided Stiles upstairs, holding his hand the entire way up.

The alpha checked on Isaac before looking at the pack who were all shifting uneasily. “I know you all have questions, but you are not to ask them. This is a sensitive situation and—” 

Scott rolled his eyes. “He’s pulled this shit before. He just wants attention! It’s best to ignore it but noooooo you just had to give in.” 

“What the hell Scott?!” the alpha snapped, his eyebrows drawing together to match his frown. “What the hell is your problem?”

Scott growled, his eyes flashing yellow as he faced the alpha. “He has pulled that baby shit since his mom got sick. It’s just a cry for attention. Just you wait. He’ll milk it and then you will all look like fools. I’ll take great pleasure in saying I told you so.” 

Isaac gripped the wooden spoon he had been using to stir the sauce so tight his knuckles were white, and the wood groaned with his strength. “You’re an asshole, Scott.”

The beta smirked at the curly haired boy. “And you’re a schmuck.” He turned his attention to the rest of the pack. “Come on guys. Let’s blow this shitty pack night. We’ll go to Theo’s and party.” 

Everyone dispersed gladly and eagerly until it was just Isaac, Derek, Peter and Stiles remaining.

As the loft door rolled shut, Stiles peeked through the metal bars, tears falling. Scotty sounded so angry and annoyed, but Stiles didn’t understand why. He sniffled, drawing Derek’s attention. 

“Oh, baby.”

Stiles curled into a ball. “I sorry, Bear. I sowwy.” The words were much softer and more childlike. Derek exchanged a look with his uncle at the realization that the fox was starting to regress further. 

The alpha hurried up the stairs towards Stiles and scooped him up. “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s okay. Don’t listen to their mean words. You just relax, okay?” 

Now nearly boneless in the alpha’s arms, Stiles nodded, hiccupping a sob and laid his head on Derek’s shoulder. 

In the back of his head, he idly felt his spark working to protect him. He decided not to worry or be big anymore. His spark and his alpha would keep him safe. The fox spark let Derek carry him into the playroom and chittered happily when they got settled, the amber eyed boy still in the alpha’s lap.

Isaac and Peter soon joined, the former bringing a bowl of his homemade mac n cheese. They all got settled, Isaac to Stiles’s right and Peter to his left. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Stiles’s spark took the memories from the members of the pack who were not in the house. 

“Here you go, Mischief,” Isaac said, handing the bowl to the fox.

Stiles beamed and leaned forward to kiss the boy’s cheek. “T’ank you Izzy!”

The beta blushed lightly, and scent marked the fox before settling again. “You’re welcome, kit.”

With a happy wiggle and content sigh, the fox started eating his Mac n cheese. “Izzy good!” He giggled when Isaac wiped his face with a napkin and kissed his temple. 

“Good. If you ever want more, you just let me know. Not all the time but sometimes, okay?” 

Stiles nodded and twisted to kiss Derek’s cheek with a smile. “Wuv you, Alfa.”

Before Derek could figure out a response, the fox crawled into Isaac’s lap as Peter pulled up Disney+ and selected Tangled. 

The three wolves curled around the spark and watched the movie, exchanging smiles when Stiles drifted off. The house was sealed with protective wards, and they all settled into their puppy pile, the wolves shivering as a wave of magic washed over them. It was familiar and soothing, as it was Stiles’s magic, which they knew would never harm them.

Peter stared down at the fox spark, as his fingers carded through chocolate locks, his nurturer side coming out full force. It reminded him of a happier time before the fire when he was the beloved uncle looking after all of the pack’s pups. When blue eyes met the deep green eyes of his nephew, he could feel the alpha’s pride and nostalgia, leading him to believe the man was remembering a happier time as well.

Derek began to relax and relished in the opportunity to protect and care for someone. Stiles trusted him as his alpha and as his friend. It was an honor and Derek would do everything in his power not to break that trust. 

Isaac cuddled the Little Stiles, feeling fiercely loyal and protective. He had a pretty good idea why Stiles went into a little headspace, and he had a feeling it would be a recurring thing. If Isaac had anything to say about it, Stiles would be getting all the mac n cheese his little fox heart could want. He scent marked the fox and buried his nose in the pale throat of the sleeping spark.

✨🦊🤍🦊✨

The next morning, Stiles was slow to wake as he nuzzled into Peter’s embrace with a soft hum. He was curled up between Isaac and Peter with the alpha curled around Isaac. Derek had a hand on Stiles’s arm, the wolves all needing to have contact with him in some way. The contentment radiating through their bonds was like a giant hug of warmth, love, safety, pack and family. Stiles felt so safe but the fuzziness was leaving his head and he began to grow more alert. The scent of embarrassment and confusion flooded the room, the wolves whining at the scent. 

Peter and Isaac sat up quickly and Derek pulled Stiles into his lap before the boy could spiral further.

“Shh. Breathe, Stiles. You’re okay.”

“I-I–” he croaked, his amber eyes flooding with tears.

Isaac whimpered and curled protectively around the fox’s back. “You’re okay, Stiles,” he whispered. 

The amber eyed boy slowly lost a little tension, his eyes finding Peter. He reached for him and flushed when the wolf gave him a soft smile. Derek let the fox be transferred to Peter’s lap, the alpha and Isaac forming a protective cocoon around the spark.

After a moment or two, Derek spoke again. “I know you’re confused, and we’ll explain but please remember you are safe. You are safe and so so so loved. Okay?” 

Stiles relaxed and nodded, knowing Derek was sincere and there was no lie in the alpha’s words. 

Peter smiled, echoing the sentiment. “So very safe and loved, Sweetheart.” 

Isaac grinned when Stiles looked at him next. “So very loved, Kit.” 

With that, the remaining tension and anxiety fled the spark’s body. He nodded and yawned, his eyes drooping slightly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I-I think I understand what happened. Maybe anyway, but at the same time it would help to know what happened from your guy’s perspective.” 

The wolves agreed and took turns explaining what had happened the night before. Peter had been the first to sense something, but Isaac was the one who put it together first. Then Peter figured it out and lastly Derek. 

Peter wanted to ask about Scott’s bullshit behavior, but knew it wasn’t the time to do so. Sooner rather than later they would have to address it, but not yet. 

Each of the three wolves understood because of their own experiences, different though they may be, they were similar. None of them needed to be little but they didn’t judge Stiles for needing it. 

They spent the morning working together to come up with a plan.

“So, I can come here and be little?” Stiles asked, biting his lip.

All three wolves smiled and nodded in confirmation. 

Derek hesitated but then spoke firmly. “If you’d like, you can have a room and maybe stay here?”

Amber eyes widened, but a soft hopeful smile formed on his face at the offer. “Yeah?”

“Of course, Stiles. You’re pack,” the alpha replied with conviction.

Isaac’s phone buzzed and when he checked it, he had to hold back a snarl.

[Scott] Hey man! Gaming day. You down?

“How can he just act like nothing happened?” the beta snapped.

Stiles’s scent thickened with guilt and then he shrugged, a smug scent infiltrating the guilt. “They don’t remember last night.”

The three wolves blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?” the alpha asked.

“My spark showed me when I was sleeping. It made them forget so that I would be safe.”

It was a relief to the alpha and the betas, knowing this part of Stiles would stay between them and they would be able to keep him safe when he was in that mindset. 

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the pack house. Isaac demanded cuddles with the fox after telling Scott no thanks to a gaming day. Stiles wasn’t complaining. He loved cuddling with Izzy. The way he felt protected and safe, made his head grow fuzzy again. This time he let it take over as easy as breathing.

That night, they had another puppy pile, this time watching Fox and the Hound. Stiles curled up in the center of the pile, surrounded by his wolves. The fuzziness in his head was heavy like a weighted blanket and he slipped into sleep knowing he was safe, loved and protected. 

None of the wolves expected to wake up in the morning with Stiles gone. Then again, he wasn’t really gone per say, just smaller. A lot smaller.

Amber eyes, much too big for the small face peered up at them from his place under the blanket in which he was now swimming in.

Peter was the one to move the blanket aside and the three wolves gasped in shock and awe. 

“Wat wong, Pe’er wolv?” the fox asked.

A small pressure on their minds startled the wolves as the magic hummed softly. Stiles had been so strong for so long and this was the goddess Selene’s gift to the young fox spark. When he wished, she would aid him in becoming a child again, so long as he became his present age when necessary. She also entrusted his wellbeing to the alpha, and the two betas. 

The knowledge that the shift was a blessing from Selene made Peter smile as he scooped up the fox spark, who was now four, both physically and mentally. “Nothing is wrong, dear heart. Nothing at all.”

It was true. Nothing was wrong and if they were honest, the three wolves were excited to be protectors and caregivers. They were also humbled by the trust placed in them by not only the fox spark but the Moon Goddess, Selene, herself.

[proteidaes]

Thinking about the Lunar New Year and realized I had a silly dragon I could share 🐉🎉

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[frogdetective]

[serendippertyy]

she likes to be held ☺️☺️

[victormalonso]

memories from the magic garden | © víctor m. alonso

[nicomoru]

Local apple farmer visits dark manor at edge of orchard to investigate missing crops. What happens next will SHOCK you!!!

[desertowlet]

Did you know you're all my very best friends?