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boyd & lydia | miss americana and the heartbreak prince
#twedit#twvid#boydia#boyd x lydia#twrarepair#LETS GO BOYDIA NATION!!!!#im v proud of the are you coming to my party / wouldve told u but we're not friends / DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.#lydia said i can get this guys attention by flirting instead of looking weird in class#and boyd said im actuallyyyyyyyyyy not gonna do whatever this is <3#anyway theyre famous to me forever#vid#vernon boyd#lydia martin#also in the end iâm implying that lydia predicted boydâs death the whole season#the animals kill themselves + boyd tries to#she gets drawn to water (the pool) and finds a body and thinks itâs the body in the water#boyd dies. a body in water#boydia universe
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For the fic recs, anything with babies please? Or just pregnant stiles?
I'm weeping I love kid!fics and mpreg!Stiles...
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Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe
In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are matesâŠeven if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.
âOh, God.â Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Are you okay?â Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stilesâ forearms, pulling them away from Stilesâ body so he can look them over.
âIâm fine,â Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise thatâs not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. âJust wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of âTeen Momâ.â
The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin
When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stilesâ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If heâd known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.
The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03
Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. Itâs the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.
Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21
A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way.
Last To Know by Never_Says_Die
Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.
An Alpha's Baby by Dexterous_Sinistrous
It had been more than a year since Stiles had been home to Beacon Hills. Things didn't end well between him and Derek. And now, returning with a baby, Stiles starts to question if he really did the right thing and leave, or if he should have stayed.
Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)
Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent.
It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.
Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica
Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm.
Awesome.
And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.
Joy.
Shifts by gryvon
Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.
Be Strong by blacktofade
A hunter breaks into Stiles' house and Stiles deals with them.
Safe Place to Land by Green
The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.
Wolf Cub by moodwriter
A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another packâs cub and thatâs why, on a rescue mission, itâs Stilesâ job to take care of the wolf cub whoâs curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.
Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin
Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts.
The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish.
Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?
Empty by DiscontentedWinter
Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.
Other fic recs: pack mom!Stiles | angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse
#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#eternal sterek#sterek fanfic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#sterek fic rec#teen wolf fic#sterek fanfiction#derek x stiles#hedwig221b replies
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Day 6: Orgasm Delay/Denial
Warnings: none
Rating: E
Pairings: Boyd x Raylan, Jimmy x Raylan, Raylan x Tim, Boyd x Jimmy x Raylan x Tim
âRoom for one more?â
Raylanâs got his face under the stream of water in the shower, but he doesnât have to open his eyes to know itâs Boyd doing the asking â or to know that the man didnât wait for an answer before opening the door and joining him. He scrubs a hand over his face as familiar hands settle on his hips, turns just in time to catch Boydâs mouth in a slow, easy kiss.Â
âGood morning to you too,â Raylan murmurs, chuckling under his breath as Boyd gently urges him back against the wall, pressing their bodies together in a way that gets Raylanâs attention, immediately. âExtra good morning, actually.â
Boyd kisses him again, a little harder, a little deeper â with purpose â and Raylan melts a little, the full-on attention getting to him more than the feeling of Boydâs skin against his own. Heâs already half-hard, just from Boydâs hands on his hips and a couple of kisses, and heâs got a feeling this little morning delight isnât going to take very long at all.
Boyd nips at his lip, soothing the sting with his tongue and swallowing down the desperate little sound Raylan makes. Boyd kisses like he intends on claiming Raylan's mouth for his own - like every inch of Raylan hasn't belonged to him since they were 19 and covered in coal dust - and Raylan isn't keen on talking him out of the urge.
âRaylan,â Boyd says, pressed so close Raylan can feel the rumble of the words in his own chest. The tile is cold, but Boyd is warm, and thatâs a tradeoff Raylan will take any day. "Raylan."
The sound of his name in Boyd's low growl of a voice has Raylan shuddering, gasping out a shaky little breath when Boyd wraps a hand around them both. Raylanâs head thunks back against the shower wall, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan works its way out of his throat.Â
âYouâre going to make me late," he says, more out of the need to be ornery than anything else, and he feels the way Boyd ducks his head to hide his grin against Raylan's shoulder, the little huff of laughter his words draw.Â
âThen you might have considered leaving half-an-hour ago, with Tim.â
âYou know I need my beauty sleep. Iââ Raylanâs voice cracks when Boyd scrapes his teeth over his pulse, and for a moment he wishes for a mark so strongly he can almost taste it. It would show above his collar, be impossible to hide, but he wants it. Wants to wear the bruise, and then come home and have Boyd darken it with sucking kisses and sharp teeth.
Boydâs grip tightens, and the rest of Raylanâs half-formed reply dies in his throat. "Fuck, Boyd," he manages. "Just like that." He bucks his hips up, chasing the tightening coil of pleasure he can feel beginning to build low in his gut. Boyd knows how to work him, how to wind him up just right, and Raylan's never quite figured out how not to fall apart at his touch.
Boyd gets him right there, right to the edge, and then-
"Goddammit," Raylan groans, as Boyd's hand falls away, leaving him aching and straining and so, so close. "Boyd, what the fuck."
Boyd presses a kiss to his collarbone, and Raylan would consider it apologetic except for the way Boyd nips at the skin, leaving a red, stinging mark behind, one that Raylan will feel even if it wonât show. âNot yet,â Boyd says, and the raspiness of his voice and the pleased little smile on his face is almost enough to make up for the fact that Raylan has to spend ten minutes thinking about coal dust and slurry to get his jeans to zip up.
Almost.
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Four hours later, Tim drags him out of the office for âlunch,â and Raylan doesnât suspect a thing until Tim pulls into an empty parking lot and all but attacks his belt.
âEasy,â Raylan says, like heâs not primed and ready to go from the way Boyd left him hanging in the shower. "Christ, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, yet," Tim says, cheeky in a way that doesn't register immediately, and then those long, slender fingers slip into Raylan's underwear and wrap around his cock. And RaylanâŠ
Well, Raylan fucking loves Tim's hands. Tim's got a habit of giving him the full length of them when he fingers Raylan open, and sometimes that's all Raylan can think about when he sees Tim twirling a pen around in the office, or pouring a cup of coffee at home. Even now, with Tim jerking him off rough and fast and perfect, that's where Raylan's mind goes: to Tim's fingers slipping a little lower, pressing into him, stretching him open just fast enough for it to burn in the best of ways.
"Might have to talk you into getting something into me," Raylan pants, and Tim rewards him with a devastating twist of his hand. Raylan whimpers, spreading his legs a little more, and pushes up into the touch best he can.
He's close, and heâs not even embarrassed about it. He's going to make a mess of his pants and probably his shirt, but he can taste the orgasm that's coming and he's not going to make Tim stop, not for anything.Â
Tim, though, seems to have a different idea.Â
âWhoops,â he says, far too cheery for the time and the place and Raylanâs own desperation. âLook at the time. We donât want to be late getting back to the office.â
And then he takes his hand away, leaving Raylan aching and unsatisfied.Â
âAre you fucking serious,â Raylan grits out, and Timâs grin only widens, even though his pupils are so dark Raylan can only see a sliver of blue. The knowledge that Tim isn't unaffected should be a balm, but instead it just drives Raylan's frustration higher.
Tim makes a soft, sympathetic little sound, patting Raylanâs thigh in what he figures is supposed to be sympathy. âYou want some ice for that?â
Raylan is going to kill him.
âFuck you, Gutterson.â
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By the time Raylan gets home, heâs wired and on-edge and he's got a fucking plan. It's not a complicated one. Really all it involves is getting behind about locked door and fucking his own hand until he finally, finally, can come.Â
But as soon as he walks through the door, Jimmy is there, grabbing his hand and leaning up for a kiss, and Raylan's not going to deny him that, not ever. And when Jimmy tugs him out to the living room, Raylan goes just as easily, because⊠well, because. The thought of help is infinitely more appealing than his existing plan.
Jimmy seems to have a plan of his own, judging from the way he all but shoves Raylan down onto the couch â and it's a plan Raylan is very much on board with. He raises his hips to help Jimmy tug his pants down, and then welcomes the younger man into his arms, leaning up to kiss the eager little smile right from his mouth.
"Lube," he breathes between kisses, but Jimmy just shakes his head, grabs Raylan's hand and guides it back so Raylan can feel where he's already wet and open, ready and waiting.
Raylan groans, deep in his chest, says, "You're my favorite," just to hear Jimmy's delighted little laugh. Then Jimmy sinks down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion, and Raylan feels it in his teeth.Â
"All right, baby, all right," he manages, squeezing Jimmy's hips hard enough that he knows there will be bruises later. "Not wasting time, are you?"
"Want you," Jimmy says simply, and - well, how is Raylan supposed to argue with that?
He grits his teeth as Jimmy sets a pace that can only be described as desperate, sheer force of will the only thing stopping him from bucking up into Jimmy's tight heat and chasing his own orgasm. And even with that, it's only a handful of minutes later when he feels that telltale tightening, knows the point of no return is closer than he'd liked it to be.Â
It takes every ounce of will he's got left to grab ahold of Jimmyâs hips and still him, to drag himself back from the edge. Heâs figured out the game, now, and heâll be damned if heâs going to disappoint â even if another denial might be enough to bring tears to his eyes.Â
"Need a minute," he gasps out. "Just â don't move."
Raylan hears Boyd before he sees him, the measured sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. Out of the corner of his eye, Raylan sees him lean up against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, looking all the world like he just walked in on Sunday brunch, and not Raylan with his pants around his ankles and Jimmy in his lap.
âNow what did I tell you,â Boyd drawls, smooth as molasses, and itâs impossible to miss the way Jimmy tightens, how color starts to bleed down the back of his neck. âRaylan will behave, if heâs got the proper motivation.â
âYouâre a bastard,â Raylan grits out, and then leans up to kiss the hinge of Jimmyâs jaw, just to make sure thereâs no misunderstanding around who he meant. âI should have fucking known this was your idea.â
Tim appears on the other side of the doorway, and when Boyd lifts his arm, he ducks under easily, tucking himself in against Boyd's side. And even with irritation making his skin hot and his words sharp, Raylan can't help but love the sight of the two of them together.Â
Canât help but wish they were together just a little fucking closer.
Jimmy shifts a little, and Raylan groans, letting his head flop back against the back of the couch. "You can't," he begins, and then makes himself take a deep, steadying breath. "Jimmy, sweetheart, you have to let me catch my breath or I'm going to ruin your fun."
Jimmy grins crookedly, reaches up to run the fingers of one hand through Raylan's hair. "Nah," he says. "This is the fun. No more teasing, I promise. Boyd and Tim got to wind you up - I get to let you go."
"Well, in that caseâŠ" Raylan reaches between them, gets a hand on Jimmy's cock. They both groan â Jimmy at the friction, Raylan at how Jimmy bucks his hips to seek it out. "Fuck," he breathes, and Jimmy echoes him with a strangled little whimper.
"Raylan, please," Jimmy whines, like he's the one who's been teased all damn day, but it does the trick. Raylan thrusts once, twice, and comes with a strangled, choked-off gasp, biting his tongue as the pleasure hits him hard enough to make his ears ring and his vision go dangerously dark. And the way Jimmy keeps moving, chasing his own peak, means it doesn't fucking end. It feels like he can't even breathe, not until Jimmy cries out brokenly and comes all over Raylan's stomach.
Raylan bows his head, pressing his forehead to Jimmyâs shoulder, and tries to catch his fucking breath. After a moment, Jimmyâs fingers skim softly up his back. âYou good?â he asks, and Raylan groans wordlessly.
âJust fucking peachy,â he croaks after a moment, but itâs worth it for the way Jimmy laughs and presses a kiss to the top of his head â for the way Boyd and Tim settle on either side of them, finally as close as Raylan wants them.
Find this fic on AO3 here:
#justified#boyd crowder#jimmy tolan#raylan givens#tim gutterson#kinktober 2023#boyd x raylan#raylan x tim#jimmy x raylan#what do you ship? yes.
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Movie Moments: Was Ben Hur gay?Â
Leo suggested a classic such as Ben-Hur, The Magnificent Seven or The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, for a Movie Moments, hence this selection. One interesting item about Ben-Hur, released in 1959, is its underlying gay aspect. The story: Judah Ben-Hur (Charlton Heston) is a wealthy merchant of noble blood living in Jerusalem. His childhood friend Messala (Stephen Boyd), a tribune, arrives in Jerusalem to command the Roman garrison. At first happy to be reunited, they argue over Messalaâs belief in the glory of Rome and imperial power, and Judahâs commitment to his faith and the Jewish people. They part in anger. When a tile is accidentally dislodged from the roof of Judahâs house, almost killing the newly arrived governor, Messala sentences Judah to the galleys although he knows him to be innocent. Judahâs sister and mother are sent to prison. On the way to the galley, Judah is given water by a then unknown Jesus. A galley slave for 3 years, Judah saves the life of Quintus Arrius, the Roman commander, during a battle. All charges are dropped against Judah and Arrius eventually adopts Judah as his son. Judah returns to Jerusalem and confronts Messala, demanding that his mother and sister be freed. Unbeknownst to Judah, they have become lepers and have been sent to live in the Valley of the Lepers, away from everyone else. Esther, a servant girl in love with Judah, discovers the truth but tells Judah that they are dead. When Judah is offered the chance to race a sheikâs chariot and 4 Arabian stallions in an upcoming race before Pilate, Judah accepts when he learns that Messala will be racing and is considered the finest charioteer in the land. The chariot race: The chariot race is one of the great film moments in history, filmed before the days of computer generated effects. It can be viewed at: http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=pbQvpJsTvxU Messala eliminates the other charioteers one by one but in the final confrontation with Judah, Messalaâs chariot loses a wheel and he ends up being badly trampled. On his deathbed, he refuses amputation which may save his life, stating that he will not meet Judah with half a body. When he is asked how he knows that Judah will come, he hisses that he will come. We then see Judahâs silhouette against the light in the doorway. The following exchange takes place, one of the most emotionally powerful scenes in the movie: Messala: Triumph complete, Judah. The race won. The enemy destroyed. Ben-Hur: I see no enemy. Messala: What do you think you see? The smashed body of a wretched animal! Is enough of a man still left here for you to hate? Let me help you...You think they're dead. Your mother and sister. Dead. And the race over. It isn't over, Judah. They're not dead. Ben-Hur: Where are they? Where are they? (shouting) Where are they? Messala: (vengefully) Look for them in the Valley of the Lepers, if you can recognise them. (Grabbing Judah's clothing) It goes on. It goes on, Judah. The race, the race is not over. He dies gloating at Judah's horror, More than friends? Hollywood in 1959 was not a place to make statements about being gay, or to portray âthe love that dare not speak its nameâ, as Oscar Wilde referred to homosexuality. There has been conjecture and commentary for many years that the relationship between Judah and Messala was more than friendship. This has been denied by the studio but conjecture persist. In the 1995 documentary The Celluloid Closet, which examined how Hollywood treated gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender characters, Gore Vidal recounted that he had been brought in to rewrite parts of the script, including the relationship between Judah and Messala. Director William Wyler was not satisfied that two men who had been close friends as youths could end up hating each other after disagreeing on politics. Vidal came up with the idea and subtext that the two had been lovers as teenagers and that Messalaâs anger and hate come from Judahâs rejection of him. Wilder agreed provided that there was no direct reference to the sexuality and he discussed it with Stephen Boyd, who played Messala. He was told not to discuss it with Charlton Heston, who would freak out over the subtext. Heston later denied both the gay subtext and that Vidal had had any input into the script, a comment rebutted by Vidal by referring to Hestonâs 1978 autobiography in which he stated that Vidal had been the author of much of the final shooting script. A bit of trivia: At about the 5.37 mark on the above Youtube clip, you will see Judah get thrown forward out of the chariot and get back in. The stunt man being thrown out and forward, and getting back in, was unintended but looked good on film so it was kept in. A scene was shot with Heston getting back in to the chariot to link with the above footage. Howâs that Leo?
http://bytesdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-moments-was-ben-hur-gay.html
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Launch the Ship and 4 for Wip Wednesday, please!
This is from a post-nogitsune Sterek wip that hasnât hit AO3 yet. I havenât touched it in months, but I really enjoyed picking it back up. Got a few hundred more words on my launch the ship fic before I picked this one up. This one is called âwash off all this blameâ.
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âWhen did you decide to go to therapy?â Stiles asks late that afternoon.
Theyâre outside on the deck of the house, overlooking the beach. Stiles is sprawled out on the porch swing and Derek is on the steps, facing the water. Itâs easier to ask when he canât see his face.
âLaura made me go to one after the fire.â
Stiles opens his mouth, but realizes everything he first thought to say is pretty awful.
âI know,â Derek says with a huffed laugh. âShe made me go, but I didnât do much more than show up and wait for the sessions to end.â
That fits the Derek who came back to Beacon Hills a couple years ago.
âI found someone new after Boyd,â Derek says quietly.
Stiles doesnât have to ask him to explain when he means. After Boyd died. After another woman used Derekâs body to kill someone he loved. Stiles gets up and goes to sit by Derek. He doesnât say anything, but he presses their shoulders together.
#wip wednesday#wip wednesday game#writing#writing game#wip#teen wolf#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#author:whimsicalmeerkat
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Writing Pattern Game
Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!
tagged by @gayvampiredivorce
Tagging anyone who wants to play, no pressure.
Hmm, let's see if there's any consistency whatsoever, lol. (The later ones on this list are ones only published in pieces on the blog).
By Lost Ways (Dick Grayson epic fantasy AU): Dusk dawned as the daylight died, not that the latter went gently.
Born Under A Bad Sign (Dick Grayson, Young Justice canon-divergence): "Wally. I need you."
Lightning Crashes (Teen Wolf, pre-pilot canon divergence): New York City streets were difficult to navigate in the best of circumstances.
Open Wounds (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric canon compliant one-shot): Nobody knew better than her son that Melissa McCall wasnât above fighting dirty to get her way.
Carnival of Souls (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric canon divergent AU): Scott remembered dying.
Howling Like Real People Do (Teen Wolf, Boyd-centric canon divergent AU): Vernon Boyd was young when he learned the importance of being wallpaper.
Where Wild Things Are (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric pre-pilot canon divergence): âThe woods are lovely, dark and deep,â Robert Frost wrote in an earlier era, before the march of industrialization domesticated most of Americaâs wild spaces, burying forest trails beneath concrete highways and clearing ancient oaks to make way for condos and shopping malls.
The Bloodied Sands of Time (Teen Wolf, Dark Kira-centric future AU): The bodyâs newly immortal shock had barely begun to crystallize via rigor mortis when she felt his presence behind her.
These Days Keep Adding Up (Teen Wolf, Danny-centric Scanny future AU): Danny cracked open his eyes somewhere in the vicinity of 7 am and immediately regretted everything.
Moonlit Tides (Teen Wolf, Danny-centric Scanny characters-as-dolphin-and-shark-shifters AU): âThe dolphins are up to something,â Jackson said.Â
What The Fires Left Behind (Teen Wolf, Scott-centric pre-pilot canon divergent AU): Scott McCall came home on a Tuesday.
Ouroboros Dreaming (Teen Wolf, Jackson-centric Scackson AU): The dark waters of his sleep give birth to dreams of monsters - and only some of them wear his face.
Not sure if there actually are patterns here or not. I'm either as random as I think I am or as predictable as I think I am. I go either way depending on the day. LOL.
I do think I write fic pretty differently than I write original fiction though so now I'm tempted to do this with original projects and see if there's any difference between those and fic projects.
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Three Longleaf Pines, Boyd Tract, Weymouth Woods
Do landscapes die, or do they change? Paintings and buildings can certainly pass on, be reduced to actual ashes, and indeed whole epochs of human life seem to be terminal, their ends marked by tidy tombstones called centuries (Born xx00, Died xx99). But break the body of the land, pull out everything it rooted, cover it in tar and stone and yet water tends to remember where it ran, fire often remembers where it burned, and in the cracks something of what was rooted, roots again.Â
Luckily the landscape here is not so far transformed. Trees, the longleaf pines, that were here before, four hundred years ago, remain in body at least even where the top has been torn off, and beneath them the youngest rise making their bids for longevity. Such succession though should not be thought timeless, as if some form of natural transformation unattended by loss and what cannot be recovered. This place is full of what is gone as is any other. But I am walking and reaching and listening here because continuity is everywhere as palpable as disjunction. Always landscape refuses to perish, though the possibility of telling what past landscape preceded the current one can. Here it hasnât.Â
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Are there laboratories for breeding Homo Aquaticus? Amphibian Man - already a reality?
Back in the 19th century, science fiction writers dreamed that people could live not only on earth, but also in the sky, as well as in the abyss of the seas. It must be said that even the famous ocean explorer Jacques Yves Cousteau claimed in 1962 that in 40-50 or 100 years people will have an operation that allows them to breathe underwater. A miniature device that supplies blood with oxygen was tried to be developed by the Japanese in the mid-90s. This would allow people to be under water without restrictions. Despite the fact that in countries such as the USA, Japan, the USSR / Russia, Israel and Italy there were real attempts to create a new kind of people, no tangible result was achieved. But, is this really true or is the truth hidden from the public? A loud scandal erupted in 1984 in the United States, when documents about an attempt to create a unit of amphibian people called "Fishman" or "Man-Fish" were accidentally discovered during a fire in the CIA archives.
Fish Man Project. They were not implanted with any devices. Experts chose to go the other way. According to the calculations of scientists involved in this most difficult task, the problem of breathing under water could be solved with the help of artificial gills. It became known about 30 volunteers who allegedly volunteered for a series of complex operations. Out of 30 people, only one survived. His name is Simon Boyd. He was lucky, because the chief surgeon of the project simply did not have time to get to him and died of a heart attack. Only in 2010, before his death, Simon shared information that he participated in the Fish Man project, but, by a lucky chance, survived. Of course, the temptation was extremely great, because it made it possible to descend to depths of up to half a mile or more without any equipment. But, alas, the creation of an amphibious man turned out to be an unattainable goal, at least at that time. Today, there are more than 1,500 secret medical laboratories in the world. Their activities are not reliably known and are hidden behind seven seals. What they do there, no one knows. Japanese researcher Keisuke Miyaito believes that scientists in several countries around the world have managed to implant real gills in people. And already today there are dozens or even hundreds of people who are able to swim to great depths without needing oxygen tanks. This became possible due to several factors. It turned out that engrafting the gills is not enough. Only after artificial analogues of the spleen and liver were built into the body, for additional help to the organs, did the system work.
Are people with gills a reality? Thus, it is quite possible that people who saw ichthyanders, mermaids or sirens on the high seas actually encountered the result of secret experiments and developments of scientists. A person with such abilities will be able to stay under water for hours. This could prove to be a major advantage, both militarily and help in the study of marine fauna and flora. Although to date no one has officially admitted to the successful conduct of such operations, many experts are sure that this is no longer a fantasy, but quite a reality. Read the full article
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Derek Hale x Reader - Mate = Mom - Prologue
A/N: So full disclosure, when I wrote this I was still binging the series and was only in season 3. However, I had read so much fanfiction I felt like I knew pretty much everything. I have since nearly finished (I canât make it through 6b, I just canât) And I had had this idea rolling around in my brain since I started the show so here we are. It has been edited to fit my new knowledge about the show but lemme just say this is a happy ending AU where no one really dies and people donât have to go through as much heartbreak. Depending on the response to this Iâll probably make it a series as I have so many ideas for this concept but weâll see how it goes :D
Warnings: None, just fluff
WC:1.2k
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Once things had finally calmed down again after everything with Jackson and the Kanima issue, Derek knew he needed to stop avoiding his phone which was blaring every few hours. He just knew that it wouldn't go well, and ignoring reality was easier than accepting it. So he continued to ignore his phone.Â
This went on for a week.
Derek had invited all the wolves to his loft, meaning Isaac, Scott, Boyd, and Erica. And of course, Stiles had to tag along. He wanted to try and train the wolves to enhance fighting skills and their control. Scott was reluctant to join in, not wanting to be in Derek's pack, but he knew he needed to better understand and control his abilities.Â
So far they were doing okay, but they still had a ways to go before they were ready to take on their normal teenage lives. He had just given them a break, he only did it because they were complaining too much for him to make them keep fighting. The younger wolves collapsed on the floor panting and bleeding a bit. Stiles went around and gave water to them all as he was chattering away.
âYou know there are better ways to train than trying to kill them. I mean are you like a navy seal dropout, because I donât even think they have this rigorous trainingâŠâ he kept talking, but Derek stopped listening. He was focused on something else entirely. He could smell something, something he shouldnât have been able to smell.
He slowly moved towards the door, perking his ears up to try and listen for any movement outside the door. Low and behold he could hear that click-clack of high-heels strutting down the hallway. He looked back at the pack in panic before schooling his features and muttering an âIâll be backâ before he headed for the door.
âDoes that mean weâre done for the day?â Erica called to him. He didnât make a move like heâd heard her and just slipped out the heavy iron door.Â
Once he had shut the door he looked down the hall and there you were. Seeing him step out of the loft had you freezing. Your face flickering between joy (and relief) and anger. Derek paused to see what you would do, and when you made no movement, he started to head towards you with long strides. As much as he was fearful of your reaction to his disappearance, he had missed you terribly. So his pace quickened. This seemed to snap you out of your daze and had you running as fast as you could towards him. You met in the middle as you jumped into his arms as he held you tight, lifting you off the ground for a moment before placing you back down. He didnât release his hold on you though. He rested his forehead against yours as you leaned into him.
âI want to hate you and be mad, I really do. But gosh Iâve missed you too much to care.â You spoke softly. He let a little smile take over his face before he pulled you in for a long-overdue kiss. You melted into it immediately. You spent the next few minutes just holding each other in the hallway, stealing kisses every now and again, smiling dumbly at each other.Â
âGod Iâve missed you,â Derek mumbled against your lips.
âIs that why you didnât answer my calls or texts?â You inquired, a hint of bitterness in your tone. You pulled away, but only slightly, just so you could fully see his face. He looked guilty.Â
âIâm sorry, things have just been crazy here and I didnât want you involved in this business.â He explained.
âSo that means you canât send a simple text saying âhey Iâm okay, gonna be longer than I thought, love youâ.â you snapped, your anger and hurt coming back full force. He sighed and looked down.
âIâm sorry, I really am. I guess I just wanted to keep you as far from this world as possible. And that meant far from me.âÂ
âWhat happened to âin this togetherâ, huh? Did those words actually mean anything to you or was it just to make me comfortable enough to run the first chance you got?âÂ
He was shocked at your words. And then he realized why you were so mad. You werenât mad at him, you were mad at yourself. Your insecurities had taken hold of you and he wasnât there to help fight them off. Sure, he wasnât always great with words, but somehow you found comfort in him. And then he had left.
He pulled you back into his chest, and even though you resisted slightly, in the end, you succumbed to his embrace.Â
âI donât know what your brain is telling you but I can promise you, itâs wrong. I only left because I was worried about my sister. It had nothing to do with you or us.â He promised. He felt you sag, the anger dissipating.Â
âJust promise me you wonât do that again. I canât have you just disappear on me.â You begged.
âI promise, no more leaving.âÂ
âGood,â You mumbled as you brought his lips back to yours. It was barely a few moments before the sound of a heavy door creaking open could be heard, even by your human ears.
Derek sighed as he could hear the young wolves behind him trying to stealthily exit the loft to see what the commotion in the hallway was about. He could hear them whisper arguing about being quieter.Â
âDo I wanna know?â You asked, looking up at him and seeing his face pinched in mild exasperation.Â
âThereâs a reason I stuck around,â He said, still keeping his back to the loft and using his body to subtly shield yours from view.Â
âOkaaay,âÂ
âLong story short, thereâs a bunch of teenage werewolves trying to eavesdrop and are failing terribly by talking way too loud.â His voice raised at the end so that he was pretty much shouting down the hall. Even you could hear the âoh shitâ that was let out as the wolves tried to scramble back inside the loft. You just laughed. Between these kids getting caught and Derekâs long-suffering look, you couldnât help it. Derek desperately tried to keep a straight face muttering âItâs not funny, theyâre a pain in my ass.â But the more you laughed, the harder it was to keep a smile from creeping onto his face.Â
âComâon grumpy pants, letâs meet these wolves that are somehow more important than me.â You teased as you took his hand and started walking towards the door you saw him come out of. He groaned and fell into step with you.
âThatâs not what that was and you know it.â He grumbled.Â
You giggled and said, âI know, but you know I love teasing you.â He just mumbled something under his breath and you smiled, reaching over to peck his cheek.Â
You quickly reached the large iron door and Derek gave you a look before pulling it open and saying, â(Y/N), meet the pack.â
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2021 in books
Here is my 2021 reading wrap-up! The titles in italics are the ones Iâm emphasizing as recommendations.
january:
1. âChristmas Daysâ by Jeanette Winterson
2. âAntigoneâ by Sophocles, translated by our Lord and Savior, Anne Carson
3. âThe Undiscovered Islandsâ by Malachy Tallack
4. âThe Handbook of Yoruba Religious Conceptsâ by Baba Ifa Karade
5. âDecisions and Dissents of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsbergâ edited by Corey Lang Brettschneider
6. âThe Soul of an Octopusâ by Sy Montgomery
7. âWorld of Wondersâ by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
8. âA Little Lifeâ by Hanya Yanagihara
9. âMagickal Mermaidsâ by Flavia Kate Peters
february:
1. âDear Julietâ edited by the Juliet Club
2. âMemorias de mis putas tristesâ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
3. âMidnight Sunâ by Stephenie Meyer
4. âInfinite Countryâ by Patricia Engel (DNF)
5. âAnne of Green Gablesâ by L.M. MontgomeryÂ
6. âTwilightâ by Stephenie Meyer (re-read)
7. âNew Moonâ by Stephenie Meyer (re-read)
8. âEntangled Lifeâ by Merlin Sheldrake
march:
1. âThe Dumb Houseâ by John Burnside (TW)
2. âHope Never Diesâ by Andrew Shaffer
april:
1. â150 Glimpses of the Beatlesâ by Craig Brown
2. âThe Passionâ by Jeanette Winterson
3. âThe Satanic Bibleâ by Anton Szandor LaVey
4. âA Coney Island of the Mindâ by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
5. âThe Final Revival of Opal and Nevâ by Dawnie Walton
6. âLeave the World Behindâ by Rumaan Alann
may:
1. âThe Invention of a Murderâ by Judith Flanders
2. âA History of the World in 6 Glassesâ by Tom Standage
3. âGhost Wallâ by Sarah Moss
4. âGod is Not Oneâ by Stephen R. Prothero (DNF)
5. âWritten on the Bodyâ by Jeanette Winterson
6. âLoki: Agent of Asgardâł by Al Ewing (re-read)
7. âLoki: Agent of Asgard #2âł by Al Ewing (re-read)
8. âPoesia de Amorâ by Pablo Neruda
9. âModern Greek Poetryâ edited by Kimon Friar
10. âOf Blood and Magicâ by Shayne Leighton
11. âIn Focus Reiki: Your Personal Guideâ by Des Hynes
12. âBeneath the Moonâ by Yoshi Yoshitani
13. âTales of a Korean Grandmotherâ by Frances Carpenter
14. âThe Unbearable Lightness of Beingâ by Milan Kundera
15. âMercy, Unboundâ by Kim Antieau
june:
1. âBarbarian Days: A Surfing Lifeâ by William Finnegan
2. âThe Falling in Love Montageâ by Ciara Smyth
3. âButterflies of North Americaâ by Jeffrey Glassberg
4. âLast Night at the Telegraph Clubâ by Malinda Lo
5. âKing Johnâ by William Shakespeare
6. âGirl Crushedâ by Katie Heaney
july:
1. âThe Death of Vivek Ojiâ by Akwaeke Emezi
2. âNew Moonâ by Stephenie Meyer
3. âWonderful Tonightâ by Pattie Boyd
4. âAn Oresteiaâ by Anne Carson
august:Â
1. âCrazy Braveâ by Joy HarjoÂ
september:
1. âThe Carryingâ by Ada LimĂłn
2. âA Queer History of the United Statesâ by Michael Bronski
3. âThe Maidensâ by Alex Michaelides
4. âThe Black Artsâ by Richard Cavendish
5. âSoiled Dovesâ by Anne Seagraves
october:Â
1. âA Dowry of Bloodâ by S.T. Gibson
2. âBooks of Bloodâ by Clive Barker
3. âWe Are Not From Hereâ by Jenny Torres Sanchez
4. âPlaying in the Darkâ by Toni Morrison
5. âDeep and Dark and Dangerousâ by Mary Downing Hahn (Re-Read)
november:
1. âCollected Poemsâ by Edna St. Vincent Millay
2. âGreen Witchcraftâ by Paige Vanderbeck
3. âMedicine Women, Curanderas, and Women Doctorsâ by Babette Perrone et al.
4. âThe Perks of Being a Wallflowerâ by Stephen Chbosky (Re-Read)
5. âIâll Take You Thereâ by Greg Not (DNF)
6. âUpstairs Girlsâ by Michael Rutter
7. âFingersmithâ by Sarah Waters (DNF)
8. âOnce Upon a Quinceaneraâ by Julia Alvarez
9. âSabrina and Corina: Storiesâ by Kali Fajardo-Anstine
10. âThe People We Keepâ by Allison Larkin
11. âBesom, Stang, Swordâ by Christopher Orapello
12. âUte Talesâ by Anne M. Smith
13. âThe Age of Entitlementâ by Christopher Caldwell (DNF)
14. âThe History of Tortureâ by Brian Innes
15. âKaleidoscopeâ by Brian Selznick
december:
1. âResistencia: Poems of Protest and Revolutionâ by Mark Elsner
2. âA Touch of Darknessâ by Scarlett St. Clair
3. âDavid Bowie Made Me Gay: 100 Years of LGBT Musicâ by Darryl W. Bullock
4. âOrdinary Girlsâ by Jaquira DĂaz
5. âPostcolonial Love Poemâ by Natalie Diaz
6. âGods Behaving Badlyâ by Marie Phillips
7. âFuture Home of the Living Godâ by Louise Erdrich
8. âWinterâ by Ali Smith (DNF)
9. âThe Poet Xâ by Elizabeth Acevedo
Hereâs to another year of reading! DM if youâd like more personalized reading recommendations.Â
-bia
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I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)
in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.
so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)
It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.
Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.
Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.
But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.
Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?
"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.
"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."
And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.
"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."
"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."
"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.
"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"
Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.
So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.
"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-
"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."
Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."
What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.
"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.
"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."
At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows heâs in pain. Heâs pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesnât regret it. He canât be sure the guyâs men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesnât regret coming here to make sure the others donât suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didnât leave proof that he didnât want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?
It doesnât really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isnât like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows heâs been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.
Maybe itâs better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe theyâll be hurt, but havenât they been expecting him to run? They wonât make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe heâll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he canât take it back, and he doesnât want to. Itâs better this way. No one will find him, but thatâs fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesnât want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He canât tell if itâs water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.
#aftg#all for the game#tfc#the foxhole court#trk#the raven king#tkm#the king's men#neil josten#nora sakavic#andrew minyard#kevin day#I'm so sorry#I don't write stuff like this I mean it my angst is very different#fanfiction#also no I didn't kill neil#it's just a goodbye of sorts#aftg fanfic#no this is not betaed or revised for that matter#half of this was written while I was in class#I was going for a prompt and ended up writing almost 2k words instead lmao#sorry I write a lot in my tags#andreil#not really but it's there
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Monthly shout-out to every fanfic creator for all fandoms! Thank you for posting your talent for free and making our fandoms a more creative place. <3 This fic rec includes 12 fics from One Direction, Harry Potter, and Teen Wolf fandoms.
Larry (One Direction)
1. Praise the Mutilated World by @eeveelou, @creamcoffeelou | dystopian AU - A/B/O - on par with Hunger Games for dystopian world/plot - maybe its the feminism but I saw some parallels between governing of vagina-welders and omegas - 106k
It was August when everything changed.
By October, the leaves changed, and so did Louisâ heart.
2. i'll be someone who won't be forgotten by @socialiststyles | oof oof oof this hit close to home (for Sagittariuses) - love confessions - friends to strangers to lovers - angst with a happy ending - 27k
"Iâm justâ" (Harry hiccups) "thereâs a lot here."
And â yeah. There are oceans between them and mountain ranges surrounding them and Louis can feel tectonic plates shifting beneath his unsteady feet, pulling them further and further apart by the heartbeat. There are countries of distance, but there are pages and maps and textbooks of shared histories, moments documented and carefully filed away and Louis canât remember thinking complete thoughts before he thought of Harry.
3. Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) by @lesbianiconharrystyles | this was so soft and lovely - gAyBO - omega/omega - fluff and anxiety - 1k
Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.
4. falling, catching by tsuneni | light academia - first time - strangers to lovers - creatives in love - 23k
Harryâs jotting down some more notes when he feels a thud on his right shoulder. He doesnât flinch, thank God, because when he turns his head to the right his suspicions are confirmed. The boy has fallen asleep on Harryâs shoulder.
When Harry lets out the breath he had been holding, the sleeping boy pushes his nose further into the burgundy fabric of Harryâs sweater, and wraps his arm around Harryâs waist.
This boy is going to be the death of him.
Wolfstar (Harry Potter)
5. I Tried Writing Your Name In The Rain, But It Never Came, So I Used The Sun Instead by @lenscribbles | I loved that Remus was a POC and his Syrian mother is amazing - friends to lovers - mutual pining - and nothing bad happens to them ever in the future :) - 12k
Donât get Remus wrong. He loves his friends, he does! Loves them to the moon and back in fact. Theyâre his people, his favorite part of everyday, his found family. Heâd do anything for them. But the thing is that doesnât take away from the very simple fact that his friends are fucking ridiculous. Remus knows this, has known it for five years now. But it doesnât stop him from startling awake on the morning of his sixteenth birthday surprised by the sound of fireworks exploding in their dormitory and a raucous chorus of âHappy birthday Moony!â being shouted into his ear with jaunty gusto.
âYou are wicked, wicked wizards,â Remus moans from where he refuses to get up on his bed, covering his face with his hands, a good call on his end considering that the very next moment he feels a cascade of confetti pouring all over him. âThe worst of the worst! You deserve to rot in Azkaban!â
âOh how you flatter us Moonykins,â Sirius croons, pulling him up while James and Peter begin a frankly awful rendition of For Heâs A Jolly Good Fellow.
6. Our Destiny in the Stars by orphan_account | non-magical AU - body insecurity issues - trans Sirius - amputee Remus - 11k
Having no luck in the dating field, and insecure about his body, Remus checks out a dating website which offers the users the opportunity to get to know a person before seeing what they look like. It's during this time he meets Sirius, an enthusiastic teacher--and they immediately click. When they agree to meet, Remus sees a photo of Sirius and immediately panics. He's too good looking to ever be interested in someone like Remus. What the tawny-haired man doesn't know, is Sirius has already checked him out online and has fallen head over heels for the adorable editor.
Drarry (Harry Potter)
7. Old Magic (series) by @mystickitten42 | Drarry runs away together pree-HBP - very realistic getting-together - Narcissa is the GOAT - poor Sirius stuck in the middle - 2+ parts
Harry is undeniably numb. Still reeling from the sudden death of his godfather, heâs back at the Dursleys and everything seems hopeless. One day bleeds into the next. But, as they say, nature abhors a vacuumâŠ
Draco is unimpressed. The Dark Lord and his infernal giant snake have taken over Malfoy Manor and heâs confined to his rooms. He feels like a prisoner and itâs just not right. Heâs a Malfoy. Itching for confrontation he decides to go visit Harry Potter.
Things donât go according to plan.
8. The Importance of Being Draco Malfoy (series) by @upon-poppyhills | this is just great, I love that without memories Draco is without prejudice - Harry goes from suspicious to denial to crushing - brief but wonderful Draco/Justin Finch-Fletchley - I can't wait for everyone to find out about Draco's head - 3+ parts
The answer to the age-old question, "What if instead of a scratch on the arm, Buckbeak had stomped on Draco's head instead and caused tragic memory loss?"
It was a truth universally acknowledged that the path to reforming a Slytherin prince never did run smooth.
9. Dear Cousin, Love Regulus by @xx-thedarklord-xx, @llap115 | I confused this with another fic so I never read it until now and it's THE BEST - Drarry talk like dark academia boys sometimes - I'm so glad Draco had Regulus T.T - when he meets the Regulus portrait!! *screams* - 86k
As the sole Malfoy heir, Draco understood that his path was set long before his birth; who to be, how to act and what his choices should be. What he had not counted on was the power of outside influences. Letters from his deceased cousin caused him to realize that he did have choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.
10. bury the dead where they're found by @rocketdocket | THIS FIC is the ultimate found family fic - sometimes people prefer the closet and that's awesome! - PTSD and suicidal thoughts - queer people are just better than the straights, sorry not sorry - 52k
The war is over. Or at least, that's how it feels for everyone else. But not for Harry. He can't escape the memories and the nightmares of the war, or his guilt about those who died for him. While all he wants is to be alone, finding a family in the most unlikely of places may be just what he needs.
Sterek (Teen Wolf)
11. A Californian Werewolf in New York by @dancinbutterfly, knight_changes | I love that Oz from Buffy is just there - friends to lovers - bottom Derek - misunderstandings - 16k
When Derek finally realizes that there's nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.
12. (they say) this should feel something like fire by dallisons | mental and physical trauma - Boyd & Stiles friendship - dream!Erica - rebuilding - 11k
"Turn it off." The pack looked up, stunned into silence by the first words they'd heard from him in weeks.
Stiles stood, trembling - his knees weak. He tried to run and collapsed, his bad leg failing him once again. Derek caught him. "Turn it off," he said, his voice unmistakably a growl.
The water continued leaking from the loose faucet, and all Stiles heard was Erica's blood against the concrete. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.
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(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66
Rating: Mature Words: 1901 Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Public stuffing, Roadtrip, Chubby Stiles
Summary: Stiles and Derek enjoy their first vacation together. Stiles suggests they take on various food challenges to save money while on the road. However, Derek's werewolf metabolism deals with the excess food a lot better than Siles' strictly human one.
(I tried a bit of a different approach to a stuffing, a bit more focused on the way it makes Stiles feel. Hope you enjoy it!)
âIt winds from Chicago to LA More than two thousand miles all the wayâ
âOh, my God. This is such a good idea! Weâll save so much money.â Stiles was waving the menu around while he talked and almost knocked over his glass of water.
âRight, Derek?â
âRight. Awesome,â was his clipped answer. Derek looked like his usual grumpy self, but with his hand on Stilesâ thigh and with how close he was sitting, Stiles didnât worry about the slightly pained expression on his face. Heâd soften up once the breakfast crowd died down a bit and there werenât this many people around.
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âWe just have to finish those three pancakes and then the food is free! Even if we canât finish itâs 15 dollars to try and we can take the leftovers on the road.â
Stiles didnât want to throw in the towel before the challenge had even begun, but it was probably for the best to not go into this completely blind. While waiting for their server to return Stiles looked up eating competitions online.
They did have 90 minutes in total to finish all the food, but Stiles hypothesized that eating as quickly as possible would be the best strategy. Derek argued that they should take advantage of all the time they were given. Now that Derek could focus on something else than his surroundings his hunched over posture slowly relaxed.
The banter eventually escalated into a bet that whoever finished first got to choose a punishment for the loser. Stiles was almost certain he would lose out against the werewolf metabolism, but he didnât think Derek would go for a particularly harsh punishment. He would have never agreed to this with Scott because he always chose the most embarrassing punishments.
This was his and Derekâs very first vacation on their own after finally sorting out their mutual pining. The road trip had been planned for close to year. However, the exact date had always been pushed back by another monster of the week ruining their plans. Instead of making a round trip they had flown up to Chicago and rented a car instead of taking the Jeep like Stiles had initially planned. The old girl probably wouldnât have made it anyway.
Another consequence of pushing their vacation back was the weather. Instead of driving in late spring or early summer, when the heat would have still been bearable, it was Augustâthe hottest month of the year.
The AC could barely keep up and all the people that had just eaten breakfast here had heated the small diner up even more. Stiles poured himself another glass of ice water.
He was looking forward to when they would get far enough south to where diners started serving real sweet tea. Boyd had shared a few stories with the pack about the summers he had spent on his uncleâs farm in Georgia. How the only thing that could chase the sweltering heat away for a moment was the ice-cold sweet tea his auntie always kept in the fridge.
When their food finally arrived at the table the server could barely fit both plates on the small table for two. Each pancake was twelve inches in diameter, the stack was piled high with maple syrup, banana, and whipped cream.
âWow, these are huge!â Derek stifled a laugh.
âThere was a picture in the menu.â The server cleared his throat to get their attention before they could dig in.
âWhen this,â he held a tomato shaped kitchen timer up, âgoes off and you have not finished the challenge you will beââ he sighed and made an unenthusiastic buzzer noise ââdisqualified.â
âThanks, pal.â Stiles grinned back. The server glared at him for a second before he wound up the timer and left the table.
âMan, that guy is in a bad mood.â Stiles tried joking around with Derek before they got serious about this challenge.
âYou havenât worked in hospitality before.â
âAnd you have?â He took another sip of water and waved the glass around threatening to spill all over.
âSummer job.â Derek shrugged and finally picked up his fork.
âWait, you canât just drop something like that and not tell me more details.â
âIf you donât want to pay for this mountain of food you better dig in.â
Stiles whined Derekâs name annoyed, but also picked up his fork.
âOn three,â Stiles said, but Derek was already chewing the first bite.
âCheater,â Stiles mumbled around a mouthful of pancake.
These were a lot flatter than the standard-sized pancakes. Probably deflated by their own weight, but the mixture of flour, sugar and oil tasted great all the same. Stiles hadnât had banana pancakes before, but he welcomed the fruity sweetness in contrast with the straight up sugar of the rest of the meal.
Stiles surprised himself when he managed to keep up with Derek all through the first pancake. When he got started on that second one, he even pulled ahead for a bit, but he hit a wall as soon as half of it was gone. It felt like his stomach had suddenly closed down shop and he felt almost nauseous when he thought of eating even more sugar.
However, when Derek pulled ahead and finished off his second pancake without any trouble Stiles doubled down. He knew it was a loosing battle, but he wasnât about to give up this easily. Yet, as willing as his mind was, his body failed him. With about three quarters of the last pancake left his determination flagged.
The food weighed heavily in his stomach. The vague nausea from eating way too much sugar curled up into his throat and had him sipping water to try and wash it down, which only made him feel even fuller.
Stiles could picture exactly what he looked like right now. Heâd done this in front of his bedroom mirror. His stomach rounding out, like half a beach ball taped to his front. The curve of a belly looking out of place on his thin frame.
He had always loved to eat, not only for the sake of taste, but also because of how it made him feel. Sated. Heavy. Tethered down and not constantly in danger of floating away in his own mind. That moment when his thoughts finally ground to a halt and all he could do was to be overwhelmed by that feelingâalmost on the wrong side of too much to handle.
However, he wasnât at that point yet. This was more of a mental block. Unlike Derek, he didn't really have a sweet tooth. Stiles preferred salty, greasy substantial meals over dessert any day.
Stiles had been sat staring at his plate before Derek leaned against him to whisper, âYou ok?â
Stiles groaned but picked up his fork again. Derek didnât seem affected by the amount of food at all. Then again, the wolves always had to eat a lot just to keep their mass up. They leaned out quickly without enough food, preserving energy.
âJust taking a break.â Stiles could see Derek shifting in his seat, the wolf always craving closeness. Theyâd talked about this, whatever it was, after Derek had accidentally seen Stiles once afterwards. Stiles had tried his best to explain while still caught in that blissed out state. He didnât know how but Derek had somehow understood.
Derek finally put that last bite in his mouth and then moved closer to Stiles. The entire side of his body was pressed up against Stiles. He was carefully draped over Stiles shoulders offering support, but not crowding him in. Stiles was still steeling himself for the next bite when Derekâs hand slipped under his shirt. Knuckles dragging against bare skin.
Stiles yelped and grabbed at Derekâs wrist. âWhat are you doing?â he whispered urgently.
âHelping,â Derek answered and furrowed his brows. Like always. Except they were in the middle of a restaurant and not locked in Stilesâ bedroom.
âStop. Someone is going to see you,â he paused to search for the right word but then just flicked his eyes to where he was still holding Derekâs wrist.
âWeâre not coming back here. You wanted to do the challenge.â Stiles wanted to whine and complain at Derek, but he was right. Stiles had suggested doing the food challenge. Heâd honestly just thought about getting free food, only when they had already ordered, did he even think of this possibility.
âPlus,â Derek almost purred into Stilesâ ear, âwinner gets to choose a punishment, right?â
Stilesâ ânot really a punishmentâ died in his throat when Derek pulled him almost into his lap and his knuckles started digging into the roundest part of his stomach. They probably just looked like an overly affectionate couple, but that didnât keep that searing hot shame from bubbling up. Stiles wanted to hide his burning face against Derekâs shoulder. He wanted to push Derek away. Stiles wanted to cram the rest of the pancake into his mouth to keep himself from thanking Derek out loud for getting his hands on his stuffed belly.
Derek hadnât seemed interested in participating in Stilesâ peculiar activities but every time they had somehow ended up in that situation again, he had gotten more and more affectionate towards Stiles and his bloated middle.
âYouâre gonna finish that, arenât you?â Stiles shook his head, but he stabbed his fork into the pancake, nonetheless.
âAre you?â Derek asked again, a teasing edge to it. Stiles didnât trust his voice and just nodded.
âYes, look at yourself. The first chance you get to stuff yourself full of some food and you run headfirst into it.â Derek cupped his bloated stomach and lifted it up a bit.
âLook at that. All the food you stuffed in there making a nice little belly. Do you want to eat like this every day?â Stiles pushed another bite past his lips almost all whipped cream.
âDo you?â Derek prompted him. A whine caught in Stileâs throat, and he pushed it down with another forkful of food. He nodded and hummed agreeably.
âYouâre just so greedy to be stuffed full.â Stiles was burning up but instead of reaching for his glass of water he gathered the last bits and pieces on his plate.
âYou know whatâs gonna happen if I let you eat like this every day?â Stiles was fast approaching the simple state of mind he was craving. He couldnât decide whether to nod or shake his head. The motion of Derekâs hand on his stomach softened. Rubbing large circles into the stretched skin.
âYouâre gonna get fat if you eat like this every day.â With that last mouthful Stiles had finished the challenge, but all he could think about was what Derek had just said.
âFeels so good,â Stiles said. Words slurred and a dopey smile on his face while he turned further into Derekâs body.
âFeels too good to stop, huh? Never had all that food just for free. Thatâs why you dragged me out here, off the highway. Not because you cared about what youâd eat, but because of how much. Is that right?â
âYes,â Stiles whispered. âEvery day.â
âThen itâs a good thing weâve got four weeks on the road and me to take care of you.â
âWon't you get hip to this timely tip When you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66â
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.27
Word Count: 3,082
Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Deaton, Allison Argent (brief), Lydia Martin (brief), Reader
Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: angst, cliffhanger
A/N: ---
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âThis is a bad idea,â you heard Isaac talking to himself as he paced around Derekâs loft, while you followed behind Derek.
âYouâre not giving me an actual reason,â you groaned.
You ran behind Derek, as he kept walking, not facing you before walking down the stairs to Isaac.
âNo is an actual reason,â he replied.
If Isaac couldn't remember anything, it only made sense for you to do a spell to jog his memory, or for you to look into his head.Â
It made sense to all except Derek.
He insisted that itâd be Peter to look into Isaacâs head.
âDerek, stop. Iâm serious. I hate him, I donât trust him, heâs an asshole, have I mentioned I hate him?â you ran down the stairs, trailing Derek.
âNo one likes him,â Derek sighed.
âWhy canât (Y/N) do this?â Isaac asked.
You crossed your arms, looking at Derek as you leaned against the table.
âNo. End of discussion,â Derek glared at the two of you as you rolled your eyes.
Why doesn't he trust me?
âI hate him,â you said.
âEveryone does,â Derek replied.
âYou know, coming back from the dead left a few of my abilities somewhat impaired, but my hearing still works fine. So, whatever you have to say, I hope youâre comfortable saying it to my face,â you heard Peterâs annoying voice as he opened the door, walking towards the three of you.
âWe donât like you,â you spat, glaring at him.
âNow shut up and help us.â
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âI do suggest you calm and relax a little, trust me,â Peter started.Â
Isaac sat on a chair next to Derek while you paced around, still unable to trust Peter.Â
Peterâs eyes flashed blue as he dug his claws into Isaacâs neck, while Isaac jumped up. Peter wrapped his other arm around Isaacâs neck, in an attempt to keep him still as Isaac yelped in pain.Â
Your eyes widened, running to Isaac before Derek pulled you back.
âNo,â he shook his head.Â
You continued looking at Isaac and Peter, watching as the two of them struggled.
Peter gasped loudly, jumping away from Isaac while Isaac wrapped his hand around his neck, rubbing the wound.Â
You put your arm on Isaacâs shoulder as he looked up at you.
âYou okay?â you asked him.
âYeah, nothing like a psychopath sticking his nails into my neck to brighten my morning,â Isaac said sarcastically.
You laughed softly, patting his shoulder before looking back at Peter.
âDid you see anything?â Derek asked.
âHe found them,â you tensed, hearing those words come out of Peterâs mouth.
âHe saw them?â you said.
âI mean, I didnât see much, glimpses really,â Peter said, facing away from you and Derek.
âOkay, but you did see them, right?â Derek asked.
âWorse,â you felt your face dropped as you took a deep breath.
âDeucalion,â you answered softly.
Peter nodded, turning to you as you took a few steps back.
âHe was talking to them. Something about time running out,â your heart began to ache as you listened to him.
There was absolutely no way that this wasnât your fault. Erica and Boyd were gonna die soon, if not then they already were gone.
âHeâs gonna kill them,â you felt Isaacâs and Derekâs eyes on you as you continued looking away from them, looking at Peter.Â
âNo, he didnât say that. But he did promise them that by the full moon theyâd be dead,â Peter said.
âThe next full moon? As in tomorrow night?â your voice wavered slightly.
Peter nodded as you looked away from him.
â(Y/N),â you heard Derek call you.
âI gotta go to school,â you said softly, avoiding looking at any of them as you grabbed your bag, running out of the loft.Â
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Being at a college was definitely 100 percent different. You never had any real friends your age, there was no Stiles or Scott, no Isaac running down the halls. As you went on with your classes, you found it difficult to shake away the cold feeling. Something different between you and Derek now. All summer he didnât let you follow any lead on Erica and Boyd, sending Isaac instead. When Isaac was at the hospital, he knew and didnât tell you. And on top of all, Peter. He somehow trusted Peter over you to look into Isaacâs head.Â
You made your way to your next class, feeling a weird sense wash over your body as you looked around. Someone was watching you.Â
You soon lost your focus on looking, as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
You looked at your phone, receiving a group text from Stiles and Scott, to you and Derek.
You rolled your eyes, annoyed of them, and of school. It was only the second week and youâd already missed a day, now youâre missing another class. If this kept going, there was no chance youâd be a successful lawyer.Â
Itâs your fault theyâre in trouble, to begin with
That voice in your head haunted you as you sighed, agreeing, leaving school once again.
Looks like economics had to wait.
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âThereâs nothing there,â you walked into the classroom, feeling weird walking through Beacon Hills High again.
âLook again. Please,â Scott stopped Derek from leaving.Â
âItâs the exact same bruise on both sides,â Allison said.
She and Lydia stood next to each other, holding the forearms out.
âIt means nothing,â Derek argued.
âWhat happened?â you saw as Allison looked at you, before looking down. Things were still different between you two.
Lydia bit her lip, looking at you awkwardly.
âI told you not to come,â Derek pulled you aside.
âAnd I told you that Iâm going. Just stop,â you rolled your eyes, walking to Scott.
âOkay, so this girl came looking for Scott, she asked me and Allison,â Lydia started to explain.
âShe left the same exact bruises on both of them,â Scott said.
You mentally groaned, fighting every urge to hit Scott.
âYou said it was important,â you said.
âMaybe it's a clue to where Erica and Boyd are,â Scott said.
âYou-â you started, before taking a breath.
âOkay, who was the girl?â you asked.
âI think sheâs the one who saved Isaac,â Scott said.
âWell, where did she go? We should try and find her. Sheâs the best lead we have so far,â you said.
âOkay, but youâre ignoring the whole reason we called you in the first place,â Scott said.
âI came because Stiles said it was an emergency. A bruise is not an emergency, I was in school!â you groaned.
âPlease. They're trying to help,â Scott begged.
âThese two?â Derek walked to you and Scott, crossing his arms.
âThis one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle,â he said, pointing at Lydia.
âAnd this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me, Isaac, and (Y/N),â Derek glared at Allison.
âIf you forgot, Peter coming back was his fault, Lydia is as much of a victim as you are. Allisonâs mom died. Theyâre trying to help,â you tried to defend them.
âThey can help by trying to find something real,â Derek walked away, turning his back to all of you as you sighed.
âIs that what you needed me to do a spell for?â you looked at Stiles.
âWell, not really,â you crossed your arms, sitting next to Stiles.
âThis weekend there was a party for one of my friends who turned 17. We were⊠about to do something and then she sort of disappeared. No oneâs seen her since then,â Stiles explained.
âSo you want me to find her?â you asked.
He nodded softly.
âOkay, how about we do this after school? Just come over and Iâll help you, okay?âÂ
âOkay. Thanks,â Stiles said.
âNo problem,âÂ
Stiles clumsily arose from his seat, as a few things fell out of his pockets.
âYou dropped this,â you handed him the condom that he dropped on the floor.
His face went red as he took it from you, putting it back in his pocket.
âSo, that was the something, huh?â you teased.
âNot funny,â Stiles rolled his eyes.
âYou donât think she just ran away from you?â you asked.
Stiles looked at you, shocked as he rolled his eyes.
âGoodbye,â you laughed, pushing past him as you left the school.
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âDerek, just talk to me!â you stood in front of him, blocking him as he was on his way out of the loft.
âWhat do you want me to tell you?!â he yelled.
âWhy are you trusting Peter over me? Why are you trusting Deaton over me?! Youâre trying to keep me out of everything, and Iâm sick of it! Why?!â you yelled.
âI told you Iâm trying to keep you safe!â he yelled.
âI don't need you to keep me safe! Iâm capable of doing that myself!âÂ
âWell, Iâm not just gonna let you! (Y/N), we donât know what we're up against. We have an alpha pack on our hands, and youâre blaming yourself for Erica and Boyd. Whatever we find⊠I donât know what weâre gonna find. I don't know what you'll do if something happens,â he looked down at you, holding your hands.
âIâŠâ you sighed, finding a loss for words.
âI know you say that you don't need me to protect you, but thatâs not going to stop me. I love you and that's my job.âÂ
Your eyes watered slightly, as you scoffed.
âErica and Boyd were my fault, I need to find them,â you said softly.
âNothing was your fault. You told them to run, you didn't know what would happen,â Derek said softly, trying to comfort you.
No amount of words would shake that feeling from you.
âPlease. I need to. You have to let me do something, just let me help,â you said softly.
âWeâre close to finding them, just please let me do this,â he begged, stroking your cheek.
âLetâs go to Deatonâs, okay?â you nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder as the two of you left.
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You, Scott, and Isaac began to fill up a bathtub with ice and cold water, as Isaac walked in with Derek, looking nervously.
âNot to be that personâŠÂ but didn't we do this to kill (Y/N)?â Isaac pointed out, scratching his neck.
âWell, we wonât have to keep your head underwater the whole time, and this will be different,â Deaton explained.
âItâs safe, right?â Isaac bent down, resting his arms on the tub as he looked down at the water.
âDo you want me to answer that honestly?â Deaton raised his eyebrow.
âNo⊠okay, letâs do this,â Isaac nodded, taking a deep breath.
âYou donât have to do this,â you said.
âItâs fine,â Isaac reached for your hand as you held it, stroking it softly to comfort him.
You smiled at him softly before he took his shirt off, entering the tub, shivering.
The four of you looked at Deaton, before he nodded, telling you to push him under.
Isaac struggled, trying to break free as he yelled loudly, in pain.Â
âHold him down,â Deaton said.
âWeâre trying,â you and Derek held his head down, while Stiles and Scott held his legs down.
You felt his body go limp a few seconds later, his eyes closed.
His head floated up in the water.
âOkay, no one else can talk to him, okay? Too many voices will draw him out,â Deaton warned.
You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.
âIsaac? Can you hear me?â Deaton started.
âYes,â he replied, his eyes closed.
âI want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember everything that happened,â Deaton said.
You heard the thunder rumbling as the lights began to flicker.
Thatâs not a good sign
âN-No, I donât wanna do that. I don't⊠I donât want to do that. No,â Isaac began shaking, fear evident in his voice.
âIt's all right. Theyâre just memories, they canât hurt you,â Deaton said.
â(Y/N), hold his hand,â Deaton whispered.
You nodded, holding his hand as you stroked it softly, calming him.
Isaacâs breathing was shaky before he calmed down, panic still evident.
âOkay, is it a building, some type of house? Where are you?â Deaton asked.
âItâs not a house. Itâs stone. I think itâs marble,â Isaac responded.
âOkay, that's perfect. What else can you tell me?â Deaton asked.
âIt's dusty, empty,â he said.
âLike an abandoned building?â Deaton asked.
Isaac went quiet, as the lights began to flicker again.
âIsaac?â Deaton said.
âSomeoneâs here,â he said.
âNo! T-They see me! No!â Isaac screamed, squeezing your hand tightly.
âThey see me!â he screamed.
âIsaac, relax,â Deaton told him.
You looked at Isaac frantically, as he began screaming.
âIsaac, relax,â Deaton said again.
Isaac exhaled shakily, before opening his eyes.
âI hear him. Theyâre talking about the full moon and they're scared of what theyâll do to each other,â Isaac shivered, his teeth chattering.
âIf theyâre locked together on a full moon, theyâll kill each other,â Derek whispered.
âIsaac, we need to find them. Where are they?â Deaton asked.
âTheyâre here... theyâre here!â Isaac gasped, sitting up, but still in his trance-like state.
âThey found me! Theyâre here!â Isaac cried.
âThis isn't working. Isaac, where are they?!â Derek yelled, holding him down.
âItâs too dark. I-I can'tâŠâ Isaac cried.
âWhere are they?!â Derek yelled.
âDerek, stop!â you yelled at him.
âNo, all of you stop. Thereâs too many voices,â Deaton warned.
âIsaac, where?!â Derek yelled at him.
âDerek, let him go!â you and Scott yelled at him.
He squeezed your hand, as you felt his claws digging into your skin, wincing softly.
âIsaac! Where are you?!â Derek yelled.
âA vault! A bank vault!â he screamed.
âDerek, let him go,â you said shakily.
âErica...,â you looked down at him, your heartbeat quickening.
âH-Her body,â he cried.
âSheâs gone,â your eyes watered quickly, taking a shaky breath.
He jumped up, screaming out in pain as he came to.
âI saw it! I saw the name!â he was freezing as he came out of the water, as you quickly wrapped a blanket around him.
You bit your lip harshly, feeling blood drip from your hand along with tears from your eyes.
âItâs Beacon Hills First National Bank,â Isaac said.
âYou donât remember what you said before you came out, do you?â Stiles said softly.
âNo, what was it?â he asked.
You looked down, avoiding everyone's eyes as you took a deep breath.
âYou said they pulled you into a room, and there was a body in it,â Stiles said.
âWhose body?â he asked.
âEricaâs,â you could hear your heart beating in your ears as you felt your head pounding.
You kept your head down, running out of the vet, feeling your heart shattering as your throat tightened, holding back a cry.
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â(Y/N),â Derek called your name as he made his way through the woods, finding you.
âGo away,â you ignored him, dried tear stains on your face as you sat on top of the preserve.
âHey,â he put his hand on your face, stroking it softly.
âPlease, stop. Go,â your voice wavered as you pulled away from him.
âIâm not going to leave you,â he said.
âLeave,â you said.
âYour hand is bleeding,â Derek said, holding it.
âIâm fine,â you sniffled, pulling away from him.
â(Y/N), please,â Derek started.
âWhat do you want me to say?â more and more tears gathered, streaming down your face.
âItâs not your fault,â he said softly.
âStop saying that! Itâs all my fault. Sheâs dead,â you buried your head in your hands as you cried softly.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulder.
âItâs not your fault. Iâm gonna keep saying that till you believe it,â Derek said softly, pulling you into his chest.
You sobbed quietly, holding Derek tightly.
âSheâs dead. Sheâs dead⊠and⊠Boyd is gonna die,â you cried.
âWeâll find a way to save Boyd. Heâll be okay,â Derek said softly.
He continued to hold you, calming you down as you clung onto him, crying softly.
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âThe robber used a drill to get through the wall, which took him about 12 hours to make,â Stiles explained as the four of you gathered around the table in Derekâs loft.
Peter sat on the stairs, away from all of you as Stiles continued to explain the plan.
âSo, weâll need a drill,â Stiles started.
âNo, we don't. If I go in first, how much space do I have?â Derek asked.
âAre you serious? That gives you like three inches. Are you gonna punch a hole through the wall? Big strong wolf?â Stiles sassed.
You rolled your eyes, annoyed of Stiles.
âYeah, I am,â Derek said.
You zoned out, before seeing as Stiles yelped out in pain, Derek punching his hand.
âI'll go in first. Who's following after me?â Derek asked, looking at Peter.
âDonât look at me. Iâm not at full fighting strength yet,â Peter said.
âI will,â you said.
âNo,â Derek started.
Your eyes flashed purple as you glared at Derek.
âIâm going in after you,â you said.
You looked at Scott, who looked at you nervously.
âYeah, (Y/N) should go,â he agreed.
Derek rolled his eyes.
âFine, but stay with me. Our mission is to save Boyd, not fight the alphas. Okay?â Derek said.
âI know. Come on, letâs hurry this up and get going,â your voice was cold, you knew it, but you didnât care.
You already had two bodies on you. First your mom, now Erica. You werenât about to make it a third. Â
You walked out of the loft, Scott, and Derek following behind.
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You, Scott, and Derek stood outside the bank, finding the right spot before Derek began breaking through the walls.
âIntermissum,â you recited a spell, your eyes glowing purple as you used magic to break down the wall, Scott and Derek looking back at you.
âLetâs go,â you walked into the vault, Derek and Scott behind you.
âBoyd?â you called, walking further into the vault.
He stood in front of you, his back turned to you.
âWeâre here to get you out,â Derek said.
âStiles now is not the time to call,â Scott whispered.
âBoyd,â you said.
âOh shit. Uh, guys,â Scott said nervously.
You heard a soft growl, another girl walking around Boyd, standing beside him.
She wasnât Erica, but you knew her. Something so familiar.
Your eyes widened, looking at her. You looked at Derek shakily as his eyes watered.
âCora?â
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Chapter 20 of Looking for a Place to Call Home
This has been on AO3 for forever, but Iâm starting to push to finish this story. Look for chapter 21, coming soon!
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Boyd and John sit at the table long after the dishes have been cleared away. Theyâre making plans to go to New York, to see if they can find Lauraâs daughter.
Laura wants to go too. Derekâs not sure theyâd be able to stop her. An alpha on a mission is hard to deter.
He doesnât feel healthy enough to accompany themâtoo many hunger pains among other pains.
âItâs decided, then,â John declares suddenly. âIâll book the tickets. We leave in two daysâplenty of time for me to practice my aim. I used to be the best shot on the force.â
âAre you going to be allowed to travel with a firearm?â Boyd asks.
âDisassembled and in different or locked cases, yes, as long as I declare it. You know, thereâs a competition out in New York. I might just be registered for it.â
âHow many of us are going?â Erica asks. She looks at Laura, Cora next to her, both of them staring at John and Boyd, and then at Derek, hiding behind his sisters.
âJohn, me, and Laura,â Boyd says. âIâm sorry, Cora, Derek, but I think itâd be better if you stayed behind. Erica?â
âIâll stay. Someone has to look out for them.â
âPerfect. Iâll get those tickets booked tonight.â Johnâs smile is broad, happy. Derek wants to warn him about the hunters and what they do to people who oppose them, but he remembers that John was their emissary before his parents were killed. He should know about hunters already.
âWill you be mad that I wonât go?â Derek asks Laura.
She hugs him. âNo, Iâm not mad. Iâd rather you stay here, where itâs safe.â
âI can fight,â Cora interrupts. âWhy canât I go?â
âBecause we barely got out last time. In fact, we werenât even free until that deputy shot Kate.â
âBut youâre going back. I want to go back too!â
âNo.â Laura doesnât shout, but her eyes go red, and Cora cowers down, eyes on the ground, neck bared.
Laura lets the red fade away. âIâm sorry, Cora. I donât want to lose you if the hunters are swarming. Iâm not even sure weâll be able to find my daughter.â
âWeâll do our damndest,â John promises. He yawns, making Erica yawn too. âI need to get back home now.â He picks up his bag, heading for the door. âIâll be back bright and early tomorrow so that you can tell us about where you were held. How to get in and out.â
âGood night, John.â Erica closes the door on him. She claps her hands, turning to the rest of them. âEarly to bed tonight. That way we can be up early.â She shoos Boyd toward the kitchen. âDishes, honey. The rest of you, teeth.â
Thereâs only one bathroom and itâs crowded. Cora and Laura keep bumping each other while Derek and Isaac stand back, brushing their teeth in sync.
Next to Isaac, watching his sisters roughhouse reminds Derek strongly of his family when his cousins visited.
He canât remember if they all were there that day when Kate took him. He should, but he canât.
âHey,â he says, spraying toothpaste everywhere. âWhat happened to our cousins and aunts and uncles?â
âThey died,â Laura says sharply. She glares at Derek in the mirror before throwing her now broken toothbrush away. âThey came to help us look for you and then our house was burned down, all of us trapped inside.â She stomps away, anger swelling in her wake.
Derek rinses his mouth and brush, setting the brush in a cup labeled with his name. Cora and Isaac finish quickly, too, and Derek grabs Coraâs arm before she can escape to the room sheâs sharing with Laura.
âI didnât know,â he says. âIâm sorry.â
âWe told you, didnât we?â
âIf you did, I donât remember. Sorry.â He thinks he should have known, but Kate had broken his bonds, and when theyâd left California, he hadnât been able to sense his family.
Derek curls up on his bed, wondering when heâs going to feel normal. When heâs going to find his even keel, as his Aunt Miriam liked to say. Heâd thought the whole time he was in New York that he was going to escape or be rescued and then come back to California to live with his family. Heâd thought the bonds were muted with magic, not snapped entirely.
He hasnât even properly mourned the loss of his family, too bust trying to heal from the damage Kate inflicted.
He covers his face and whines high in his throat. Isaac sinks down onto the bed with him, stroking a hand down his arm. He doesnât say anything while Derek cries.
Nearly an hour passes before Derek stops sobbing. He breathes harshly through his mouth, nose too clogged to be of use.
âDo you want some water?â Isaac asks. Derek nods, and Isaac goes to the bathroom to fill a cup from the tap.
Derek sits up to drink it, and Isaac watches him with a curious look on his face.
âWhat?â Derek asks when heâs finished the water and set the cup, the one his brush was in earlier, on the bedside table.
âWhatâs it like being a werewolf?â
Derek pauses, thinking about it. Before Kate, he would have talked about his enhanced senses, the way they can heal minor wounds in seconds and major ones in hours or days, the way pack became attuned to each other, all of them striving to help each other. Now, he doesnât know what to say. Does he tell Isaac that the hunters arenât worth the trouble of being stronger, faster, or more resilient than a human?
He opens his mouth to ask Isaac what he means, but Isaac beats him to it, saying, âI guess what I mean is, I might like to become a werewolf someday.â
Derek looks at him curiously. âHow do you know that we can turn you into a werewolf?â
Isaac shrugs. âCan you?â
âI canât. Iâm just a beta.â
âWhat about Laura? You defer to her, so sheâs in charge?â
âYes. Sheâs the alpha. Only an alphaâs bite can turn others, but,â Derek lifts a finger, âthereâs a chance that the bite might not take. When that happens, the bitten dies.â
âHow do you know if the bite will take?â
âBefore giving the bite?â Isaac nods. âI donât know.â
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Stiles brews a fresh pot of coffee while he is on gold with the National Registry of Missing Persons. Itâs late, heâs tired, and he still doesnât know whose body they pulled out of the preserve.
Heâs waiting on the okay to talk to Peter Hale, but his lawyer, none other than the famous defense attorney, David Whittemore, is dragging his feet. Possibly because Stiles interrupted his dinner with his visiting son.
Stiles doesnât care. Jackson Whittemore, real estate mogul, is as unimportant to Stiles now as he was in high school when he was head jock and dating the most popular girl in school until she dumped him for her best friend. Jackson never quite recovered after Lydiaâs public breakup, and heâd seemed to blame Scott and Stiles for his misfortune.
God damn, high school never ends, Stiles thinks bitterly.
âStill there, sir?â the NRMP employee asks, and Stiles confirms he is. âOkay, so thereâs too many results to go through tonight, so Iâll have to give you an update in maybe a week. Iâm sorry I canât be of more help.â
âNo, itâs okay. It was a long shot anyway. Thanks.â Stiles hangs up and tries to ignore the welling frustration. Getting angry wonât help anyone. He sinks into a chair, running both hands through his hair and down his face. âCrap,â he says. âWhatâs next?â
The manâs face is going on a bulletin tonight to run on the early news tomorrow morning to see if anyone recognizes him. His DNA and fingerprints are with the proper departments, but that could take months. Dental has also been sent out, but unless he was local, within a one hundred mile radius, they wonât have an answer back for weeks or months.
All of this can be narrowed down if Stiles can just find who theyâre looking for.
He lets his head drop to the table, staring cross-eyed at the grain of the wood.
He is so exhausted, and theyâve only been on this case for two or three days. God, what if it drags on for days.
The coffee machine beeps, and Stiles hauls himself to it to grab a mug. He pours enough milk in it to cool it down, and then drains it in one long swallow.
At this point, coffee is useless. Stiles needs sleep. But before that, a shower. Heâs feeling a little ripe right now.
All deputies keep a change of clothes here in case of emergency, and Stiles grabs his on the way to the showers in the basement.
The hot water helps him relax, and he spends a few minutes just letting it soak him.
He thinks again of the man stick on the tree. What if Peter isnât the only Hale who knows who he is?
Stiles shuts off the water and dries off quickly. Derek spent three years in New York under Kate Argentâs thumb. Laura and Cora were with a different faction. The man obviously had some connection to them all since Peter had killed.
Stiles silences the tiny voice of doubt about Peterâs guilt. The man would have been partially eaten if it were a wild animal, and he wouldnât have been skewered onto the branch as if a large creature had lifted him and set him there.
Stiles decides he needs to talk to the Hale kids tomorrow. For now, heâs going to go over the Hale fire papers and research every name that ever ended up being associated with it. Sleep is the last thing on his mind even though itâs his bodyâs only thought.
He runs into Kincaid and Ramirez on his way to the evidence room.
âActing Sheriff Parish said we were to escort you home,â Kincaid explains, Like Stiles gives a ratâs ass.
He pauses thinking. Six eyes is better than two. âIâll go home,â he says, âif you help me with something first.â
The rookies exchange an apprehensive look. Stiles takes mercy on them. âIâm working on identifying the body we found out in the preserve. Iâve got an idea that he had something to do with the house fire out that way three years ago.â
âWhy do you think that, sir?â Ramirez asks.
Stiles shrugs. âItâs too much of a coincidence. The body was located near the house.â
âSo you think this guy set it or something?â
âI donât know yet. I donât even know his name.â
âBut you think itâs in the file on the fire.â Ramirez and Kincaid exchange another look, far less apprehensive this time. They shrug in unison.
âWeâre in,â Ramirez says. âIâm guessing you just want lists of names with how they relate to the fire?â
âYou guess correctly.â
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MP, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20
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the one where the pack is a #fail
Ok so AU where the pack is all alive, in their mid-20s, done with college. Scott, no longer wanting the responsibility of being Alpha, figured out with Stilesâ help how to magically transfer his status to Derek and joined his pack. Most of the group have moved back to Beacon Hills after graduating and have local jobs while the remaining members (Lydia, Danny, Kira, and Isaac) stay in contact and try to come home a couple of times a year. Itâs during one of the super rare times everyone is home and theyâre having a pack barbeque and movie night in the rebuilt Hale house and theyâve all been drinking a little so theyâre loose and happy and having fun, when Danny innocently asks Stiles and Derek to stick out their hands because he wants to see something. The two, confused but unsuspecting of any mischief from Danny (maybe heâs taking a crack at palm-reading?), immediately put out their hands and before they know it, theyâre shackled together with handcuffs. Danny crows in victory and Jackson is just sitting there grumbling âI canât believe it was actually that easy what the hell.â Everyone is laughing and Stiles and Derek are just stunned and have no idea whatâs happening.
Stiles is the first one to say something. âI donât understand⊠was this some type of dare? Am I being punkâd?â
And Scott responds, âyou two are going to stay like that until you get your shit together because We the Pack are collectively sick of you guys.â
Instead of looking surprised or annoyed, both Stiles and Derek just look even more confused.
âWhat do you mean? Stiles and I are fine, nothingâs wrong.â says Derek and now Erica has just about had it with this bullshit.
âGOOD LORD, just admit youâve been pining for each other FOR YEARS and this will all finally be over and the rest of us can go back to watching Boyd and Jackson cry about Elle Woods while you two make out.â
Thereâs a beat of awkward silence. Derek and Stiles and exchange a brief look and then Stiles says âErica⊠Derek and I are going to admit no such thing. Because itâs not true. I mean what we have is definitely one of the most important relationships in my life butââ
ââweâre pack. Of coursewe have love for each other. We work well together and we understand each otherâs priorities. Itâs significant, obviously, but we certainly have not been pininglike characters in some cheap harlequin novel.â Derek looks annoyed.
âYou do spend an awful lot of time staring at each other when the other isnât looking,â observes Boyd.
âI mean come on, you guys canât really be this clueless!â Allison explodes. âYou basically run this pack together. You go grocery shopping together, you cuddle.â
âYeah, so? I cuddle with everyone! Iâm a tactile guy, donât judge me! If youâre going to follow that logic, the why doesnât anyone think Scott and I have unresolved feelings?â He turns to Scott and waggles his eyebrows.
Scott is unperturbed. âNothing unresolved about us, bro. But donât deflect. I know you, ok? You havenât dated or hooked up with anyone new in ages! Youâve been too busy obsessing over taking care of this pack and hanging out with Derek all. the. freaking. time!â
âYeah and itâs been ages since Derekâs last been with someone, too, and you both always smell sickeningly happy around each otherâ Malia pitches in.
âWatch it, Malia, unless you want everyone to know how your last fling really ended,â Derek snaps back.
âDerek do NOT bring that shit up again, itâs been more than two years!â
âSo youâve been single for two years and yet nobody seems to think youârepining after another pack member?â
âYeah! Malia and Isaac have been single even longer than us! So how come it isnât Isaac whoâs cuffed to Derek right now, huh?â Stiles tries. But at this, both Derek and Isaac experience a full-body shudder and Jackson grimaces. âThatâs just wrong, Stilinski.â
âYeah ok, bad example, I take it back.â
Kira pitches in more gently. âBut Stiles, you spend 70% of your time here in this house. You make everyone food and you send us care packages with cute little notes. You made sure to schedule each of us individual training time with Derek. You made us follow a chore chartand you tell us to âbe nice to Daddyâ whenever you leave for Emissarys-related business. I mean, to the rest of us it seems like youâve been wife-ing Derek up pretty hard.â
âWIFE-ING? This is blatant pigeon-holing! I didnât realize caringfor the packmeant Iâd be strapped to thisâŠthis narrow-ass label. I may have mother-hen tendencies but I am nobodyâs wifey.â
Itâs at this point that the lupine members of the pack begin to realize that neither Derek nor Stiles have had a single errant heartbeat throughout the entire conversation. No elevated pulses, no betraying smells. Theyâve just been calmly and comfortably sitting next to each other on the couch, like they always do. The pack starts feeling awkward and wrong-footed. Were they wrong, after all? Maybe Stiles and Derek really were just good friends. Really, weirdly close, Â platonic friends.
âListen, everyone, I think youâve just been reading this all wrong. Stiles and I are not mad, but can you please just uncuff us so we can forget about this and continue having a good night?â Derek tries again.
But Lydia doesnât want to accept defeat so easily.
âThereâs just one more thing we havenât addressed. You guys are clearly attracted to one another. Stiles, youâve even told me as much.â
âWell, sure. Derek is a handsome man, I think thatâs just an objective fact.â
âYou once told me you wanted to rip off his shirt and lick his nipples at least once before you died.â
âLYDIA oh my god! I was drunk! Ugh. Fine, ok, so I think Derek is sexy, what of it.â
âSo? Youâre best friendsâŠâ she ignores Scottâs indignant shout, ââŠyou have domestic routines, you find each other sexually appealing, why not explore the potential? Give it an honest attempt, test the waters.â
âAnd how do you expect us to test it out, exactly? What, are we supposed to make out or something?â asks Derek.
âHmm, or something,â Lydia murmurs.
Sheâs met with complete silence in the room. She tries to stare down Stiles, implicitly challenging him, and is surprised to see that he looks... smug? He has a faint glint in his eyes and she canât quite place what it means. Something along the lines of âchallenge fucking accepted.â She supposes that will work in her favor. The idiot wouldnât understand romance if it bit him in the ass, and it was her job as his best friend to force him to view his relationship with Derek under a different light.
Itâs Erica who breaks the silence. âI mean, itâs not a bad idea. I certainly wouldnât mind watching,â she says, leering.
âThis is not what I was expecting to happen, but I fully endorse the proceedings,â Danny chimes in.
âAre you telling me, if I make out with Derek right now, we can put an end to all this nonsense?â
The pack all seem to be convinced, all of them shrugging and nodding their heads as if this idea makes complete sense.
âYouâre all fucking bonkers.â Having expressed his indignation, Stiles turns to face Derek. âLetâs get this over with?â
âYou donât have to act like itâs torture, Stiles, weâve done scarier things.â Derek turns to the pack. âWhat, are you all just going to watch?â
Heâs just met with impatient glares.
âIâm going to incrementally add 5 suicides to your workouts every day for the rest of the year.â And before anyone can respond he turns aroundâand carefully maneuvering their positions because of the handcuffsâhe picks Stiles up, deposits him on his lap, and kisses him.
They kiss. And they keep kissing. After a few seconds, the pack realizes there hasnât been any elevation in either of their heart rates, and neither of them seem particularly aroused. Thereâs no tell-tale blip of excitement. In fact, their pulses are weirdly sedate, almost calm. The two are somehowâŠcompletely unbothered.
The pack slowly feels awkwardness creep back in. Isaac looks away first. Lydia looks absolutely bewildered and defeated. Allison looks like someone kicked her puppy. Even Boyd looks somewhat disappointed. Theyâd all hopedâŠ
Jacksonâs the first one to break. âOk! God, stop, youâve proven your point. So you guys have not secretly been lusting after each other. We were wrong.â
Stiles turns back around to face the pack and he looks fucking victorious. Lydia was right, his wide-grinned expression is as smug as sheâs ever seen it, like he just won some game. She just doesnât understand, if this was all just a stupid misunderstanding, why was proving them wrong such a big deal to him? Heâs practically vibrating with his success and frankly, itâs unfitting to the situation at hand. He climbs off Derekâs lap and looks expectantly at Danny. âUnlock us now, please?â
Danny quietly obliges, and Stiles and Derek breathe out simultaneous sighs of relief and go back to sitting with their arms around each other on the couch. Everyone else kind of lingers awkwardly for a few seconds, nobody making eye-contact until Derek says, âAll right guys, sorry your little experiment didnât work out but more importantly, we just missed the entire Bend-and-Snap routine.â And with that, everyone settles back into their positions and turns back to the movie.
A few minutes pass before Lydia hears Stiles stifling giggles behind her. She turns around to glare at him, only to see that now Derek is also straining to fight back his laughter. At seeing her bemused face, Derek loses it. His loud bark of laughter disrupts the just-settled atmosphere.
âWhat is so funny?â Erica seethes, âplease share with the class.â
âI canât! I just canâtâbelieveââ Stiles is gasping, struggling to get out words. ââI canât believe you all honestly thoughtâweâve been pining for years. To be honest, I am severely disappointed in your skills of observation and deduction.â Â He turns to Derek who is clutching his stomach and trying to calm himself down. âDerek, you really do have to up the game with their training. I mean, to have all the pieces and arrive at the completely wrong conclusion, I just donât understand.â
Everyone is watching them, completely confused. Here it comes, Lydia thinks. She canât believe that there was something she had missed. Derek, his laughter finally dying out, grins at his pack.
âI honestly donât know how you all failed this badly. Guys, Stiles and I have been boning on the regular since he graduated.â
âYeah and I especially donât understand how you missed this fucking RING that I have been sporting for the last WEEK. complete failwolves, iswtgâ
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