#Teen Wolf WIP

[teencopandthesourwolf]

If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

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(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

[honestlydarkprincess]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday!

tagged by the ever lovely @hemlocksandfoxgloves, @ksbbb !! mwah

so i've been focusing mainly on my art the past few days i haven't written anything new :( but here have a little bit from the thiam nightmare fic

“Theo, please,” Liam said when Theo was silent for too long.

“Yeah, come on, man. One movie,” Mason piped up from where he was entangled with Corey on one of the love-seats.

Theo hid his surprise. Honestly he’d figured that Liam was the only one who wanted him around.

“Okay,” Theo said softly, hesitantly. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it up again near the door. He sat down next to Liam, his movements careful and precise. “On one condition.”

Everyone looked at him with eyebrows raised.

“Just— just don’t let me fall asleep, okay?” He mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink, but he steeled himself, locking eyes with Liam. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Liam replied, knocking his shoulder against Theo’s. “Now! What movie should we watch?”

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[sun-spark]

Thiam WIP

Liam had been missing for four days and now, somehow, this tiny ball of golden fluff that he’d found while searching and taken to Deaton, had followed him home.

His mate was missing. He did not have time to be responsible for a trouble-magnet puppy.

[haven-of-dusk]

Fuck it Friday/Screw it Saturday/Snippet Sunday - (WIP Fragment Day of the Week)

Tagged by @mmoosen, @thiamsxbitch, @wolfboy88

(Would you look at that, I actually have a snippet from The Ones Who Remain for once...)

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Derek’s brow furrowed, “I–I don’t…I was at school and then…” he snapped back to glaring at Isaac, “why do you want to know? Who are you? Where is my family?”

Isaac felt a hand on his shoulder as Ethan stepped past him, “Derek, your family was attacked. You were separated from the others, and we need to take you somewhere safe, now. I–” Ethan stuttered for a moment but continued, “I’m one of Deucalion’s Betas. We heard about the attack and came as fast as we could. I can explain more later, but right now we need to go before the human authorities get involved, alright?”

“Why should I trust you?” Derek barked, even as the tension in his shoulders seemed to loosen a little.

“You can listen to heartbeats, right? Tell me if I’m lying,” Ethan said calmly. Derek’s face twisted into a mask of concentration, before he stood up straight and retracted his claws.

“I’ll come with you…for now,” Derek grumbled. Isaac let out a sigh of relief. One crisis solved. Unfortunately the moment he turned around he was greeted with the sight of a police car pulling up.

Tagging any lovely person who wants to participate <3.

[fluffypotatey]

ahem, testing, testing i'm finally writing thiam in my technically advertised thiam fic

The plan fucking worked. There, trapped in their cage, stood a Ghost Rider. Liam couldn’t help but laugh in surprise. Holy shit. “Holy shit,” Theo whispered. “Now what?” Fuck. “Uh, Mr. Ghost Rider?” He winced at the voice crack. “M-mr. Rider? Sir?” God, he really wished the ground would just swallow him whole.  “That’s— that was your plan?!”  Scott and Liam winced, and the two looked at each other while their “charming” chimera sputtered and stammered himself into disbelief. Meanwhile the Rider attempted and failed to escape its confinement. (At least that part of the trap worked.) “Shut up, it was a work in progress.” Oh, if looks could kill.

[kingofangst]

SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

Tagged by @ksbbb and @mmoosen 😎😎💙💙

(When you draft chapters of your teen wolf series but is having a hard time posting them. This is from my WIP chapter 6 "Night School" in The Wings Of An Enigmatic.)

"Why would someone send a text to meet them at the school in an urgent manner?" Sheriff Stilinski questions, his face comically perplexed at the blasphemous words. "Beacon Hills High would be closed at this time. Plus it's the start of the weekend. It doesn't make sense."

Seraph should have foreseen this inevitable moment. Beside him, his father abruptly assumes a tense seated posture. Now faced with the challenge of articulating the precarious situation unfolding at school, he grapples with the delicate task of conveying the danger without divulging the involvement of Scott and Stiles, all while avoiding any mention of the unsettling vision shared by him and his father.

In navigating this intricate narrative, Seraph treads the fine line between transparency and discretion. The weight of unspoken truths hangs in the air, adding an ominous layer to the conversation. The challenge lies in finding a way to communicate the severity of the circumstances without betraying the clandestine nature of the events, and without offering a glimpse into the enigmatic vision that has cast a shadow over their perceptions.

"Sheriff as complicated as it seems, no one would send a message to meet them at an educational institution at such an inappropriate hour." Azrael affirms, clearing his throat. "I would under no circumstance produce false claims without having a particular hunch in knowing that something is extremely off with that approach."

Sheriff Stilinski knew how disciplined and serious the Head Councilmen of Beacon Hills is. Azrael Kingfisher is a man of honor and truth. Therefore, the Sheriff is willing to put forth hearing more of the father and son duo's hunch and what they can provide to do a search around the high school. He failed to hear his cellphone ring in the pocket of his uniform jacket hanging on the hook off the wall. The device was tucked away in the thick pocket of the fabric, it's ringing muffled under the layers. Yet, the Kingfishers, thanks to their supernatural hearing, heard it very clearly.

"Sheriff, your cellphone is ringing." The words Seraph utters out did startle the Sheriff. The law enforcement head knew that the only person who could be calling his phone would be his son, Stiles. He goes to his uniform jacket and pulls out his phone. He sees the incoming call and answers.

"Stiles, what-"

"Oh God thank you. Dad we have a problem. A serious problem and you need to get down here right now!"

Now, he has a huge feeling whatever Seraph and his father are claiming combined with the panicked voice of his son, the shouts of Scott and other voices with odd noises in the background, is linked to this.

(This is probably longer than seven sentences but it's cool. This is an AU😎😎 Seraph goes to the Sheriff station with his father to launch an immediate investigation to the school during the Alpha's attack on Scott and the others just as Stiles calls his father.)

Chapter 5 of The Wings Of An Enigmatic series will be posted on January 24th and chapter 6 in the first week of February!

No Pressure Tags: @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @chasing-chimeras @hemlocksandfoxgloves @arewordsenough @unsanedes @phantomraeken @amatchinwater @isaac-not-isaac @scisac @tak3me2church

[lazinesswrites]

WIP Wednesday

I had my last exam of the semester over a week ago, and next semester doesn't start for another two weeks, so I've had (and will have) plenty of time to write! And I have wanted to! Unfortunately I've had no inspiration whatsoever.

That is, until Sunday evening, while I was watching a game in the Men's Handball World Cup with my family and I thought about a Teen Wolf fic idea I've had for a while but haven't started writing yet (entirely unrelated to the Handball) and then after the game I decided to write just a couple notes for it. Before i knew it, I had two and half pages of notes, not exactly in the direction I'd meant, and it was very much past my bed time. But, hey, inspiration!

So that's what I've been working on the last couple days - at this rate, it might be done by the end of the week. No promises, but... it's on the way. Here's the first paragraph in its current iteration:

To be perfectly, one-hundred percent, entirely honest, Stiles isn’t sure how he got himself onto this mission. This team. He’s got the qualifications, for sure, but—well, he’s got the experience, anyway, but none of his superiors actually know that. After all, this is a special team, specializing in supernatural stuff, and Stiles hasn’t told anyone about the supernatural shitstorm that was his last few years in Beacon Hills; hasn’t even let anyone so much as suspect he knows anything about anything. And, honestly (wow, he’s really being super honest with himself today, huh, his therapist would be proud of him) after the whole thing with talking himself onto the team trying to catch Derek and getting caught in the crossfire – literally – and then making off with the prime suspect, Stiles had thought he’d essentially cut all ties to the FBI forever, but here he is, on mission, again, with a team he does not actually in any way have the training to be a part of. Officially, anyway. Even if he was the best in virtually all the classes he has taken.

Oh god now I need to think of a title for this thing. Dammit.

I've also been working a little bit on the continuation of Down of the Heavens (Shadowhunters, Malec, wing-fic), but that's not moving nearly as fast, and is mostly me editing the parts I've already written. Which is also important, of course, but not nearly as satisfying as seeing that word count go up.

[salty-fryingpan]

Celebrity Derek Hale being incredibly private and having absolutely no internet presence of his own just casually goes "Oh yeah my Fiancé-" on a talk show and the world fucking explodes looking for this super secret relationship with any famous woman he's ever interacted with and then they never figure it out cuz it's just some dude

[suis0u]

And another Stiles.

[thevampiremasquerade]

so I’m working on a fic where Derek fakes his own death, Stiles is devastated and so SO heartbroken but boy do things get interesting once the truth comes out. Stiles is mad, things are being said, feelings being revealed, basically things get worse before they get better 👀 anyone interested in reading?

[hedwig221b]

a snippet of my sterek twilight au as a treat for all of you 🖤🐺🫀

Stiles was glad to see Derek waiting for him. They walked out of the class together, though Derek caught his sleeve soon after and led him to the side of the hall. He waited as the students passed them before speaking.

“I wanted to ask you. About the spring dance…”

Stiles’ heart skipped a beat at those words. He tried to remain cool and unaffected but Derek grinned either way.

“I heard you were going to Seattle,” he finished.

Stiles blinked at him, hoping the warmth didn’t show on his cheeks. “Uh, yeah?”

“I was wondering if I could drive you.”

Stiles stared at him. “Huh?”

“Do you want a drive to Seattle?”

“W-with you?”

“Uh, yeah.”

This… was kind of sudden. Last week they didn’t talk at all, and now Derek was offering him… a ride? Alone in the car for two fucking hours with Derek fucking Hale? Who was, by the way, smiling again?

“My car works fine,” Stiles blurted and immediately cursed himself. Why the fuck did he just say that? Why?!

But Derek only smirked. “I saw you wrapping tape around the wires last Thursday. If you think it’ll survive the drive to Seattle, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“So… you were looking at me.”

“Yes.”

They stared at each other.

Stiles couldn’t help but notice the way Derek’s eyes lightened. His whole face, so handsome yet so grim before, was nothing but soft now. Relaxed.

It couldn’t mean anything except one thing. It really was about Stiles — his gloom and glare, his dark circles and lack of appetite at lunch. There was no denying it. All of Stiles’ doubts paled before the sharp glint of the evidence.

Whatever tension was between them, it only grew each time they spoke. They both knew it, felt it, thick, viscous, and sweet like honey. It left them wanting more.

Standing still in the buzzing corridor, they let the noise wash over them. Both came to a silent conclusion that they would not be able to stay apart. They tried, and look what it led to. None of them wanted to resist the pull.

Stiles pursed his lips in a smile. Derek’s glance slipped to his mouth and back before he, too, huffed out a laugh.

“Can I drive you to Seattle?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yeah,” Stiles said quietly and watched the grin bloom on Derek’s lips.

He forgot the last time he felt this light.

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i was reading through the notes of my latest sterek WIP and honestly just belly laughed my box off at what i'd written about my Most Hated Teen Wolf Character™ and wondered if you guys might possibly find my scarily intense venom funny too:

Der remembers being furious with Laura for coming back to Beacon Hills, and that made him feel so much guilt... which then just piled up high on top of all his other guilt — for Paige, his family, FUCKING FUCK YOU KATE FUCKING ARGENT I FUCKING HATE YOU FOREVER AND EVER DIE BITCH DIE AAAAAGGGGGHHH!* (all of which eventually affected the admittedly shoddy way he'd handled his betas etc.) and everything suddenly just felt insurmountable; impossible.

*i really, really hate her, my dudes.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Fuck It Friday!

tagged by the beloved @eddiebabygirldiaz !!

i'm not sure if i've posted this fic before but if i have then :3 throwback i got nothin else

Theo was having a very bad night.

He and Liam, his roommate, had just gotten home from class— they both went to the same local college— when Liam told Theo that he going on a date.

A date.

As in, a date with someone who was very much not Theo.

Since he hadn’t been expecting it and he didn’t have any time to formulate a proper response, he’d answered with, “Since when do you date?”

“Hey,” Liam had said, affronted. “I date!”

“Oh yeah? Name the last time you went on a date.” Theo had pressed, not really sure why. It’s not like he wanted to hear about dates that Liam had been on before. He didn’t want to hear about any date Liam was going on if it wasn’t with him.

“Why are you being a dick?” Liam had asked, pouting at him in that angry way of his, his chest puffed up.

“I’m not being a dick,” Theo said, smoothing over his expression and adopting a bored look. “I was just surprised. Sorry.”

Liam let out a humph and stormed away, closing his bedroom door behind him loudly. Theo sighed, his shoulders drooping. Fuck, that’s not how that should have gone. Why couldn’t he have played it cool? It wasn’t like Liam was suddenly going to marry the person he was going on a date with. It was just a date. It didn’t have to mean anything. Right? Theo groaned, storming into his own room as a dark cloud swirled around his head, his mood plummeting. He’d actually been looking forward to hanging out with Liam tonight, figuring they would have one of their usual movie and chill nights.

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[sun-spark]

Thiam WIP - Resurrected Bonds Chp. 18

Theo stared blankly ahead, ignoring the three sets of eyes watching him with concern. When he spoke his voice was flat and hollow - a dispassionate tone acting as a guardian, blocking them all from the haunted, bloodied boy shielded in carefully crafted emptiness.

“I was twelve when a second Chimera survived. He was one of many who were like siblings to me. Others were younger, too young. The doctors started keeping experiments alive for days or weeks to see what would happen, but they didn’t take care of them. I did. And every single one I was forced to kill, experiment on, or watch die before disposing of their bodies.”

[ao3-crack]

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[fluffypotatey]

i have had very bad motivation over the weekend to write the things i want to write, but i did write this (which y'all won't see the finished product of until after i finally get ch4 of the dr geyer fic down):

“So, I just throw it?” “Yeah, a nice flick of the wrist and the ball should sail out of the–” The tennis ball, that was previously held in the net of Liam’s lacrosse stick, sailed beautifully out of the pocket and smack-dab onto David’s nose. Blinding pain and a soft snap came after as the man sank onto the ground, hands covering his nose and mouth, and trying his very best to hold back multitudes of curses. “Ah, shi–fuh–ow!” He was doing a very poor job. “Sorry!” “Mother…fuh-father,” he groaned, still on the ground. David let out a muffled cry behind his hands before looking over at Liam. “Wonderful swing there, kiddo.”  Despite the worried frown and anxious hovering, Liam perked up at the praise. “Really?” “You’re a natural.”

someday i will find the energy i recently lost and write ch4, but for now enjoy a younger Dr Geyer teaching little Liam Dunbar how to play lacrosse <3